{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"344bee63-cbdd-4d9d-8fce-9d94e3df8c6e","seriesId":"ca587b3e-f76e-4fa4-b647-e845f657fadf","seriesName":"The Bound Knight","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-03-12T14:08:41.545Z","title":"The Bound Knight Ch. 7","slug":"the-bound-knight-ch-7","shortId":"sM77nPOm","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"The Day of the Duel Dawns","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"23000957-3471-48e5-a5e9-0703e31da5b7","title":null,"summary":"\n\n Eve\nsle","wordCount":6657,"readTime":33,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

Eve\nslept. Though even calling it sleep felt like a cruel joke. She closed her eyes\nand opened them, and maybe some time had passed. Suffering was an unreliable\nway to tell time. The muscles in her arms had given out long ago, but the ropes\nthat bound her to the ceiling kept them raised. Her legs burned and cramped,\nbut if she tried to relax and let the ropes around her wrists hold her up, the\nrod between her legs punched up into her cervix. The gag Moldred had stuffed\ninto her mouth filled her jaw till it ached, forcing her to constantly relax\nher throat muscles, lest she retch and gag. Her nose was partly swollen from\nrepeated slaps to her face, so every breath was a struggle. Her skin stung,\nitched, and ached as she felt her wounds slowly turn to bruises over the course\nof the night. She dreaded what she would see in the morning. If she looked\nanything like she felt, she would be a misshapen lump of purple and black. She\ncould still feel the ‘M’ above her cunt. Her lips were cracked with thirst, her\nstomach ached with hunger, but worst of all was her head. The energy she gained\nfrom both the wake-up tea and whatever potion the blonde witch had given her\nwere now both gone – leaving a brain splitting ache in their absence. Every\nthought, every movement, every ache and pain was compounded with a feeling of\nspikes being driven into her skull.

\n\n

It was\na long night.

\n\n

She\nmust have slept though, because she dreamed. Images of the previous day moved\nthrough her tired brain, merging and repeating till they lost all meaning. She\nwas fighting a hundred men with Moldred’s body, but formless, shadowy faces.\nHer training rod was a giant dildo, and she swung it at them, but it passed\nthrough like they were mist. They surrounded her, morphing into thousands of\nhands that crawled over her like spiders. She was fucking a sword – Bloody\nBen’s sword – but it was the size of a man. She crawled at the sword man’s\nfeet, and she watched herself grow thin, emaciated, then skeletal. She and\nMoldred stood in a burning room. He was nude and small – a third his real size,\nmaybe less. He crawled at her feet, begging her not to hurt him. A whip was in\nher hand and she used it on him again and again. He pleaded with her to stop as\nblood flowed over his skin. It covered him like scales, until that was what it\nbecame. He was a dragon. He was the size of a house. Then, the size of her\nfather’s manor. And then, he opened his mouth, and thousands of teeth and fire\nsurrounded her.

\n\n

She was\nin a dark room, her arms tied to the ceiling, a rod jammed up her cunt. A man\nslept in a bed in front of her. There were four women in bed with him. He used\none’s tits like a pillow. Another was under the sheets. From the curve of the\nbed Eve guessed her mouth was around his cock, and had been all night long. The\nother two curled around his legs – sharing his bed, his warmth.

\n\n

Moldred\nGavain – Eve. The thought appeared in her tired mind and she couldn’t push it\naway. What would it even mean? She had always known she would be sold someday.\nAs a woman her duty was to please her master, but as a pureborn her duty was to\nhave children. To be a factory that pumps out more pureborns, more men, more\nknights. The ancient Curse of Fay meant that only one in one hundred children\nsurvived to term, so it was necessary for pureborns to try to have as many\nchildren as possible. Farm slaves couldn’t have children. It had to be women\nlike her.

\n\n

But,\nthat had always seemed so distant. Her father always told her no man wanted to\nbuy her, and most pureborns were already arranged to be purchased long before\ntheir eighteenth birthday. She was over a year past that, but still\nunpurchased. She had always assumed when she was purchased, it would be by some\nbaron, or one of her father’s aides.

\n\n

But\nMoldred was a knight. A true knight. A dragon-killing, tournament-winning\nknight. He was cruel – crueler than she would have preferred, but what man\nwasn’t? She knew she should have been ecstatic, and chalked her lack of\nexcitement up to her exhaustion. Sure, she would never be able to train with\nVassimir again. Never feel the way she did when she won a duel. But, those were\nnever going to last. They were fleeting feelings never meant for her. Instead,\nshe could stand in the crowd and cheer for Moldred, and when he won she could\nfuck him like she had been trained to do, and when he lost he could take his\nanger out on her. Maybe age would temper his cruelty. Maybe she could even love\nhim.

\n\n

She\ndidn’t know if she loved Moldred. She was too exhausted, her brain hurt too\nmuch, for her to figure out what she\nfelt, but it didn’t seem like love. She knew she was supposed to love him. She\nhad been granted to him. He was her master, possibly for life. He had beaten\nher, held her, complemented and insulted her until her mind spun. Maybe if\nenough time passed she would be so broken down, her mind so shattered, that she\nwould feel something like love for him. Maybe that was what was taught in the\nportions of Alwynn’s Bible slaves weren’t allowed to read. Maybe that was what\nhappened to Gash.

\n\n

She shivered from more than just the nighttime chill. The\nthought of turning into that brilliant but empty woman terrified her. She knew it was wrong. She knew she was\nsupposed to hope and pray for the day she could serve a cock the way the purple-eyed\nslave did, but she couldn’t help but think about the day before. Before\nMoldred, before she was gangraped, when she had won a duel. Could being beaten\nand raped by Moldred ever let her feel that way again?

\n\n

She\nwanted Moldred. She knew that. Looking at him made her body hot and her cunt\nwet. It was more than that though. It was the way he held himself. The way he\ntalked about dragons and far-off lands so casually. And there was something\nelse under it all that she couldn’t place. She wanted something from him.\nSomething other than his cock and his strong arms around her, and she had no\nwords for what that thing was. But whatever it was, it wasn’t love.

\n\n

She\nblinked, and when she opened her eyes the sun was peeking through the windows.\nThe sight of it made her want to throw up. She would have, if not for the gag\nin her mouth, and if there was anything in her other than cum and piss.

\n\n

Out of\nthe corner of her eye she saw movement – someone crawling on the floor. She saw\na flash of silver hair in the thin beams of early morning light, and ignored\nit. It was just Gash, likely getting ready to perform morning rites and wake her\nmaster. Eve dreaded him waking up and what he might do to her almost as much as\nshe wanted him to wake up so he could finally order someone to let her down. She\nmight even get fed. Maybe.

\n\n

Her\nthoughts began to drift through her exhausted mind when a hand grabbed her hair\nand pulled her head up. Gash stood next to her, and she leaned into Eve’s ear\nand whispered, “Good morning cunt. I hope you slept well.” Gash moved in front\nof Eve, holding Eve’s head up in both her hands. Gash leaned in so close their\nforeheads met and noses touched, though she had to stand on her tiptoes and\npull Eve’s head down to do it. Her strange, purple eyes staring into, and\nthrough, Eve’s.

\n\n

“Master\nhas so many slaves, but this cunt has never seen him treat one the way he\ntreats you.” She licked Eve, running her tongue from the bottom of Eve’s chin,\nover her lips and the gag between them, lapping up all the spittle that had\ndripped down over the night. “You don’t taste any sweeter,” she said, and Eve’s\nheart almost broke as one of the saddest smile’s she had ever seen formed on\nthe slave’s face. There was none of the mocking sweetness of Cum Puppy. She was\ncompletely serious. “I can’t imagine how happy you must be to be treated that\nway by Master Moldred.” She whispered his name even softer than the other\nwords, so it was more breath than vocals.

\n\n

Eve\nwanted to scream. This was either a jealous slave, come to torment her when\nmaster wasn’t looking, or she was completely insane. Or both. Either way, she\ncouldn’t handle it. Not now.

\n\n

“Mmmaha,”\nshe tried, as softly as she could manage. She hated when slaves tried to speak\nwhen they were gagged. It sounded disgusting and no one ever understood them\nanyways. But, she was desperate.

\n\n

To her\nastonishment, Gash stroked her hair, and understood immediately. “You want\nwater,” she whispered, never breaking eye contact. The look in her eyes was\nhauntingly sad. She leaned closer, and kissed Eve’s cheek. Then, she leaned\neven further, so her lips touched Eve’s ear. Eve wondered what she would say,\nand almost yelped when she felt Gash suddenly squeeze her nipples between her\nfingernails.

\n\n

“How\ndare you betray your master,” Gash whispered in her ear. “What if he wants to\npiss on the floor, and watch you lap it up like a thirsty dog? What if he likes\nthe way you look with dry, cracked lips?” She pinched Eve’s tits harder, and\nshe was so close she stood on Eve’s feet for height. “You are a butterfly in a\njar of needles. Your only purpose is to suffer as long, and as beautifully as\nyou can.” Gash let up on her tits, leaning back so they were face to face\nagain. She was smiling that same, horribly sad smile. “And when he rips your wings\noff, you say ‘thank you.’” She moved her hand down to Eve’s cunt, rubbing her\nfingers over where the rod entered her. “That is why we have these holes.”

\n\n

And she\nstepped away from her, and tiptoed over to Moldred’s bed. As she crawled under\nthe sheets, Eve watched her, just bumps under a blanket. She gently lifted the\ncunt on Moldred’s cock, moving her out of the way, and lowered her own mouth\nover it. She slowly sucked him, taking her time waking him up.

\n\n

Eve\nwatched, and despite her exhaustion, despite how much it hurt, she couldn’t\nstop shaking.

\n\n

On the\ndawn of what was sure to be the worst day of his life, Count Alfred Belian\nMevenmein III woke with a pair of lips around his cock and tits in his face.\nThe lips belonged to Eager Hump. The Redhead licked his member slowly, lulling\nhim from sleep with gentle, up and down caresses. The tits belonged to Cock\nKitten, who knelt by his bed on her knees, breasts sitting on the edge of the\nmattress. She waited like a patient slave, ready to serve and give him his\nitinerary for the day. From the forced smile on her face, he could tell she was\ngoing to make an already frustrating day worse.

\n\n

It was\nthe day of the duel. Today, he would either suffer one of the worst\nhumiliations a noble could, or commit the greatest heresy since the betrayal of\nSir Lakland. And, doing one would not necessarily prevent the other.

\n\n

He\nreached under the sheet and pressed the back of Eager Hump’s head down onto his\ncock, until her nose pressed into his pubes. She gagged, slightly, but didn’t\nresist and kept her mouth wide. She wasn’t the brightest slave, but she was a\nquick learner. He had only ever felt the brush of her teeth once, months ago,\nand that had only been the slightest touch. He was confident the lesson he\ntaught after that had stuck.

\n\n

He held\nher there, feeling the warm, wet, back of her throat with the tip of his cock\nas he turned to Cock Kitten.

\n\n

“What\nhappened?”

\n\n

“Good\nmorning master,” she bowed her head. “Would you like this cunt to run through\nyour schedule for the day.”

\n\n

“I know\nmy fucking schedule. And I know that look on your cunt face. What happened?”

\n\n

“Th –\nthis cunt apologizes, master. It’s,” she began, pausing.

\n\n

He\ngroaned. She only paused like that when there was bad news. She was worried he\nwould take his annoyance out on her, which he probably would, but it was still\nno excuse. “Spit it out cunt.”

\n\n

“Your\nwitch, master. Mistress Mil has passed.”

\n\n

He\njumped out of bed in a rush of anger, kicking Eager Hump off him. He whirled on\nCock Kitten, and the slave flinched back.

\n\n

“What?”\nhe roared. “How? When?”

\n\n

“Th –\nthis morning. She was found in her chambers. I’m sorry master, this cunt\ndoesn’t know how she died. This cunt was only just informed.”

\n\n

Mevenmein\nfumed. He wanted to take his rage out on something, most likely Cock Kitten,\nbut there was no time. The duel was set to begin at noon, and there was too much\nto do before that.

\n\n

“Who\nfound her?”

\n\n

“Her\nservant, master.”

\n\n

“Seal\nher chambers. No one goes in or out without my command. I want the servant that\nfound her there when I arrive.” He turned around, then whirled back almost\nimmediately, “And fetch Vassimir. He’s the only damn one who knows what he’s\ndoing.”

\n\n

With\nthat, he whirled back again. Eager Hump knelt by the door to his bathroom, and\nhe grabbed her by her long red hair as he passed. Cum Puppy knelt by one wall,\na chamber pot on her thighs.

\n\n

“Good\nmorning master,” she cooed as he entered. “This cunt hopes you slept we – ”

\n\n

He cut\nher greeting off with a stream of piss. He aimed at her face, letting it fall\ndown over her bare chest. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out,\nswallowing what she could. He was still punishing her for last night. He had\nordered her to make Eve presentable, not truss her up like a prize pig ready\nfor roasting.

\n\n

Piss\nfinished, he moved forward to let Cum Puppy suck the last few drops off his\ncock. She wrapped her soft lips around the tip, and began to suck.

\n\n

When he\nrealized she was trying to turn it into a blowjob he pushed her off. She fell\nbackwards, what little piss that had landed in the chamber pot spilling onto\nher. “You’re a toilet, slut. You want to suck my cock again, earn it. Now get\nback in position and wait for me to use you.”

\n\n

She did\n– crawling back and putting the pot on her thighs. She opened her mouth wide,\nstuck her tongue out, and stared up at him. He spat on her, the glob landing on\nher face, and walked to the other side of the room. A bucket of warm water,\nsoap, and a soft rag were there. He stood by them, holding his arms out. “Hurry\nup, cunt,” he said.

\n\n

Eager Hump\nquickly began to bath him, running the soapy water over his body. She coated\nher chest and tits with the soap, and using her body as a rag moved herself\nover his legs and arms. He stared at her as she did. She was a gorgeous cunt.\nThe moment he had seen her at the slave farm he had immediately transferred her\nto his personal chambers. Her soft body ran up and down his. Her large tits\nwrapping around his legs, moving up and down as she coated him with soap.\nGently, she ran her hands over his cock, moving her soap-covered fingers into\nthe crevices of his body.

\n\n

His\nbody still burned with annoyance, and the thin, short redhead was a sight for\nhis sore eyes. He grabbed her, swinging her around and in front of him. He\nturned her, pushed her towards the wall. She pressed her hands onto it, and\nbent over, up on her tip-toes, pushing her ass towards him. She knew what he\nwanted. He pushed into her inviting anus, pressing in and out as she thanked\nhim again and again for using her. He grabbed her thin waist, holding her as he\nmoved faster and faster – the impending frustrations of the day adding to his\nspeed and power. He drilled into her again and again, until, finally, he came.

\n\n

“Thank\nyou master,” she said one more time, going on all fours to lick up the drops of\ncum that had fallen on the floor. As she did, he grabbed the bucket of water\nand dumped it over himself. Normally he preferred to have the slave girl wash\nhim off as well, but he was in a hurry. He had already wasted enough time.

\n\n

He did\nlet Eager Hump clean his cock. He was covered in the juices from her ass and\nhis own cum. It would have been unhygienic to not let her lick those off. In a\nsimilar vein, he also had her press her face between his ass cheeks and lick\nhis hole till it shined. Emergency or not, he wasn’t going to become sloppy on\nhis basic hygiene.

\n\n

He\ncaught Cum Puppy glaring on his way out, and made a note to punish her more.\nThat would have to wait though. His clothes were already waiting for him when\nhe emerged. Dark, formal clothes – befitting his rank. The sort of thing he\nwould wear when meeting royalty. Or, he thought bitterly, to a funeral. Eager Hump and another slave dressed him as\nhe growled at them to hurry. He couldn’t remember the other slave’s name, or if\nshe even had one, but the number on her chest said ’309.’ He made a mental note\nto punish her as well. Later though. For now, he simply slapped her face and\nordered her and Eager Hump away.

\n\n

He\nwalked down the hall at a brisk pace, ignoring the bowing slaves he passed\nalong the way. The witch’s chambers were at the far end of the manor – next to\nthe greenhouse where she grew most of her strange herbs. Mevenmein had four\nwitches in his realm, but Mil was the only one that stayed in the manor. There\nwere two more at the slave farm – mass producing potions for commoners and\ntheir slaves, and keeping the flesh vats pumping out new slaves. Another was\nloaned to the family who ran his mines. But, the slave farm was half-a-days\nride by carriage, and the mines were even further in the opposite. Mel was his\npersonal witch. She made potions for him, his men, and his slaves. And she was,\nsupposedly, dead.

\n\n

Breakfast\nfor Eve was a bowl of cold gruel. A soggy mix of mashed oats and animal cum –\nbitter and chewy in all the worst ways. But, she still ate greedily while\nMoldred bathed. She was surprised he hadn’t wanted her to bathe him, but wasn’t\ngoing to question it.

\n\n

She ate\nlike a dog – on all fours, face pressed into the bowl, the tip of her tongue\nsoaking in the soggy mixture as she lapped it up with her tongue. Gash was bent\nover her own bowl next to Eve. Part of Eve was glad that the poor slave was\nfinally being fed. Another, louder part, wished she wasn’t so close. Their\nbowls had been placed on the floor next to each other, and they were close\nenough that the sides of their nude bodies pressed together. She wanted to move\naway from the terrifying woman, but one of the basic rules of feeding was that\na slave was never supposed to move her own bowl unless ordered to. Eve had\nnever understood that rule, but she obeyed it anyways.

\n\n

She\nlicked the bowl clean, and her stomach growled for more. She didn’t like slave\ngruel, and this was a particularly nasty variant, but she had eaten similar\nmeals countless times and was used to it. The bitter ooze was never good, but\nsometimes they put a bit of leftover fat in it, which made it taste a bit like\nmeat. Slimy, fatty meat, but meat.

\n\n

Actually, there had been a feast\nthe night before. Why hadn’t they done that? Eve wondered if maybe they had\nmade worse servings for the rooms Moldred and the other guests was using. The\noats had been more husk than seed, and the ratio of meal to cum leaned towards\nthe latter. This made her wonder if any slaves had pissed in her food. This, in\nturn, made her stop thinking about it all together.

\n\n

She sat on knees, arms behind her\nand knees apart in a basic resting posture. As she stared at the empty bowl one\nof the myriad of bustling slaves that were cleaning the room swooped by and\npicked it up. She watched the woman go, but stayed in place. Her duty that\nmorning wasn’t to clean, it was to wait on her master.

\n\n

Eve\nalmost jumped as a voice next to her suddenly said, “Master likes to bathe\nhimself on mornings before a duel. He has his own ritual.”

\n\n

It was\nGash, of course. She had been trying so hard to ignore the woman she hadn’t\nnoticed the slave had finished her bowl as well, and was sitting in an\nidentical posture next to Eve. A bit of the oatmeal-cum mixture was still on\nher cheek and nose. As Eve stared at it, Gash began leaning towards her, like\nshe was going in for a kiss. Eve leaned back, her heart beating fast at the\nunexpected intimacy, but Gash was so close Eve couldn’t get away without\nbreaking form. Gash stuck her tongue out, and gently licked Eve’s lips and cheeks.\nShe licked the tip of Eve’s nose, and Eve realized Gash had just been cleaning\nher face.

\n\n

“Th –\nthank you,” Eve stuttered.

\n\n

“Mhm,”\nshe said. “Would you mind?” she asked, tilting her cheek towards Eve.

\n\n

“Of\ncourse,” Eve answered, leaning towards her. She was pretty, despite her\nterrible thinness. With a bit more weight she would be gorgeous, Eve thought.\nShe also smelled like Moldred. Which made sense. She had given him a blowjob only\nminutes before. Eve wondered if she smelled like him too.

\n\n

She\nlicked the gruel off Gash’s face, and sat back in position. The bathroom door\nremained closed, and the silence began to stretch awkwardly. After a few\nmoments, Eve said, “You spoke to me.”

\n\n

“This cunt did,” Gash answered, stressing\nthe words to let Eve know that even without a master present she intended to\nuse proper signifiers.

\n\n

“Does\nthat mean we’re allowed to talk?”

\n\n

Gash\nstared at the bathroom door, unmoving. She said, “Master ordered this cunt to\nspeak with you earlier. She was told to discover why Count Mevenmein bestowed\nyou on him. He stated you were ‘bait’ and he wanted to know what ‘the trap’\nwas.”

\n\n

“Oh,\nright. Uhm, are you allowed to tell this cunt that?”

\n\n

“This\ncunt is.”

\n\n

“Right.”\nEve stared at her. “I’m not, by the way. I mean, this cunt is not.”

\n\n

“This\ncunt knows.”

\n\n

“You\ndo?”

\n\n

There\nwas a short stretch of silence, and then Gash turned to slowly look at Eve. She\nstared at her, bright, violet eyes seeming to look right through the taller\nwoman. “Yes,” Gash said, turning back to look at the door.

\n\n

Eve\nswallowed nervously. “You don’t think I could be bait?” she asked, feeling\nslightly insulted.

\n\n

“Master\nMoldred has expressed an interest in purchasing you, cunt. This slave suggests\nyou empty your mind of nonsense, and focus on the lessons of the previous\nnight, and how you can improve upon them.”

\n\n

Eve\nthought about last night, the bruises and pain that covered her body flaring at\nthe memory. When the ropes around her arms had been let down and the rod in her\ncunt removed, she had sprawled onto the floor, unable to even move at first.\nEven now, just sitting in a resting posture was torture, and her tired eyes\nburned with exhaustion. Even walking would be a challenge.

\n\n

But,\nGash’s words about improvement had an obvious meaning to Eve. She said, “This\ncunt understands. She never expected Master Moldred to lower himself to the\nground and attack with his leg. It was an obvious counter to her kick, but she\nwas stupid and unprepared.”

\n\n

Eve\nlooked over at Gash, expecting to see a look of – well, she wasn’t sure what\nshe expected. Acknowledgement? Respect? A quick nod to indicate she was right?\nInstead, Gash looked at Eve like she had sprouted wings and a cock.

\n\n

“When\nthis cunt finished counting down, you should have dropped to the ground and\npresented your cunt to Master Moldred, immediately. You should have begged for\nhim to fuck you, and punish you for your insolence.”

\n\n

“But,\nhe wanted to challenge this cunt,” Eve said. “Master said it himself.”

\n\n

Gash\nstared up at her with anger in her eyes. Eve stared back, matching her gaze.\nGash opened her mouth to speak, but before she could the bathroom door opened.\nBoth women snapped their heads to attention and straightened their spines,\nthrusting their breasts towards Moldred as he emerged.

\n\n

He wore\ntrousers but no shirt, his muscled skin slightly flushed from warm water. He\nhad a washing rag thrown casually over one shoulder, and his long blonde hair\nwas still slightly damp. Eve found herself staring at his chest, the pains of\nher body temporarily forgotten as she remembered lying in bed next to him, and\nthe feeling of him inside her.

\n\n

He\npointed at her, and her muscles went rigid as she tried to put herself even\nmore at attention.

\n\n

“Clean\nyourself up. You look terrible cunt.” Then he looked at Gash and said, “Summon\nGastogne and Aloric. We’re going to have a strategy meeting.”

\n\n

“Yes\nmaster,” they said at the same time. Gash stood and moved towards the door. Eve\nbegan to crawl towards the bathroom. She didn’t know if the crawling was\nstrictly necessary, but the pain in her knees was less than the pain in her\nlegs and on the back of her feet.

\n\n

As she\ncrawled past him, Moldred reached down and grabbed her hair, halting her.

\n\n

“Are\nyou excited to watch your father’s humiliation?”

\n\n

“This\ncunt looks forward to it, master,” she answered. It wasn’t entirely a lie.\nWhile she didn’t like the thought of her father being humiliated, she was\nexcited to see a true knight in action.

\n\n

“Of\ncourse you are,” he said, shaking her head slightly. “And afterwards, you’ll be\nmine.”

\n\n

“This\ncunt is overjoyed at the thought, master,” she answered, not sure if that was a\nlie or not. The complicated knot that formed in her stomach was too thick to\nuntangle. Not that it would matter if she did or not. She had always thought\nthat the worst thing about being a slave was that it didn’t matter what she\nwanted. The best thing, she was starting to realize, was that she didn’t need\nto figure out what it was that she wanted.

\n\n

He let\nher go, and she crawled into the bathroom, past the slave with the chamber pot\non her thighs, past the now cool buckets of water. There was a mirror on one\nwall, and she crawled to it, kneeling in front of it. The person in the glass\nlooked terrible. She barely looked like a person at all. Bright red whip marks\ncrisscrossed her body. Some were a rosy pink, but many were still an ugly blood-red.\nThose wouldn’t heal for days, possibly weeks. Purple bruises splotched her\nface, chest, and stomach. Tiny scratches from Cum Puppy’s collar lined her neck,\nand thick black bangs hung under her eyes. She didn’t look at the back of her\nfeet, but she could imagine how bad they were. The ‘M’ over her cunt was jagged\nand rough – leaning slightly to the side.

\n\n

She\nhurt in empathy, and hurt even more when she remembered that it was her body\nshe was staring at. The complicated knot in her stomach throbbed. She closed\nher eyes and tried to push it down. It didn’t matter how she felt. It didn’t\nmatter what she wanted. All she could do was accept it. She grabbed a rag and\nbucket of water, drank some to quench her thirst and wash the taste of cum out,\nand started scrubbing.

\n\n

Fifteen\nminutes later Eve knelt between Moldred’s knees, her tongue wrapped around his\ncock, her mind blank and focused. She stared up at him as she licked his warm\nmember, her tongue moving up and down, feeling every vein and ridge of skin.\nAll of her earlier worries gone now that she could focus on something simple\nand physical. Moldred looked at the other two men in the room, talking to them,\nnot paying any attention to the woman around his cock.

\n\n

“You\ncan’t be serious,” the somber, dark-haired one – Gastogne – said. “We came all\nthis way, went through all those hoops to get this approved by the king, and\nyou’re going to ruin it for some lanky whore?”

\n\n

That\nstung, but Eve ignored it. She wasn’t part of this conversation. Her role was\nto wrap her lips around the top of her master’s cock, sealing them tight and\nslowly moving down – which she did.

\n\n

“Watch\nyourself, Gastogne,” Moldred said. She felt a slight thrill at him warning\nsomeone else not to insult her. She wondered if Moldred would fight someone\nelse for her, and when he ran his hand through her hair and she nearly melted.

\n\n

Moldred continued, “At most it will\nadd a day. An extra term will let Mevenmein request a tournament-style bout,\nbut so what? We fight one more time tomorrow. What’s the harm?”

\n\n

“Why\nnot just buy her?” Gastongne said. She couldn’t see him, but she could tell he\nwas seething.

\n\n

“Mevenmein\nwill never allow it. He’ll deny the request just to spite me.”

\n\n

Eve\ncontinued to stare up at Moldred, running her tongue between his balls, and\nback up to the tip. She searched for any sign she was doing a good job, that\nshe was managing more than to get slobber on his cock, but his attention was\nfully on the conversation.

\n\n

Her\nfather had, no doubt, bestowed pureborns on the other two knights – likely\nright after Moldred left the hall with her. But, she hadn’t recognized the\nwoman between Aloric’s legs – she was possibly one of his personal slaves. Gastogne\ndidn’t have a slave at all, which Eve found odd. She had always heard men\nthought more clearly with a woman between their legs. At least, that was what\nher father always said whenever he had an important meeting.

\n\n

A third\nvoice, Aloric, spoke up, “You know, this might be to our advantage.”

\n\n

“How\nso?” Gastogne grumbled. Moldred said nothing, but she saw him turn his head to\nstare at Aloric.

\n\n

Eve\nliked the boyish-looking knight. He had light red hair, the color hers had been\nwhen she was younger, and a soft voice. Plus, though it would be sacrilege to\nsay it out loud, if he was a woman, he would have been quite cute.

\n\n

Aloric\ncontinued, “Our main worry is that Mevenmein found some hedge knight to take\nthis challenge, and is hiding him, right?”

\n\n

She saw\nMoldred nod, and assumed Gastogne did as well.

\n\n

“Well,\na proper, tournament style duel is two out of three. Even if Mevenmein found\nsomeone to fight this duel for him, and even if he’s managed to hide him all\nthis time, there’s no way he found two or three. That means his knight would\nhave to fight every single duel, while we can switch out if we get so injured a\npotion can’t heal us in a day.”

\n\n

There\nwas a stretch of silence where the only sound was Eve and the other slave\nsucking on their respective cocks. Eve’s competitive spirit wanted to sound\nlouder and sloppier than the other girl, but her training told her to be quiet.\nTraining won.

\n\n

Finally,\nGastogne sighed and said, “It’s unfair you can look the way you do and still\nhave a brain Aloric. Fine. You win. You’re right. You’re both right.” He sighed\nagain. “I guess I just don’t see what you see in her. She looks… gristly.”

\n\n

Eve had\nto close her eyes at that, focusing entirely on the cock in her mouth. She\nwanted to move her hands from behind her back to on Moldred, and feel him\ngetting angry on her behalf.

\n\n

But he\njust chuckled. “You should have seen her last night. This cunt is wild. She’s\nacting proper now that she’s covered in bruises, but she’s a firebrand. Anyways,\nwe’re in agreement?”

\n\n

“Aye,”\nAloric said immediately.

\n\n

“Yes,”\nGastogne added, a bit less enthusiastically.

\n\n

“Then\nit’s settled,” Moldred said, standing up. Eve was pushed back by the suddenness\nof it, but she quickly scurried to kneel by the seat he had been in. He put his\ncock back in his trousers, buttoning them. Eve couldn’t help feeling a bit\ndisappointed.

\n\n

“Now\nthat that’s out of the way, how about we talk about the actual fight?”

\n\n

“Finally,”\nGastogne rumbled. “I’m up first, right?”

\n\n

“Of\ncourse,” Moldred said. “This is your fight, first and foremost. ‘Lanky whore’s’\nnotwithstanding,” he chuckled. “Me and Aloric are here to assist.”

\n\n

“Ok,”\nGastogne said. “This is what I want to do –”

\n\n

“Hold\non,” Aloric interrupted. “Can we not do this when Mevenmein’s cunt is literally\nin the room? I mean, he obviously sent her to spy on us, right?”

\n\n

All\neyes turned to Eve, and she looked down, feeling her nakedness before the three\nknights. She wanted to deny it, but knew she couldn’t talk unless told to.\nBesides, she wasn’t entirely sure it was untrue.

\n\n

“Fair\nenough,” Moldred said, walking over and grabbing her by the hair. His hand\nslipped off as he failed to grab enough. He immediately grabbed more, pulling\nat the roots. “We’re going to need to grow out this hair, slut. It’s starting\nto get annoying. I need something to hold on to.”

\n\n

“This\ncunt apologizes master,” she said, her voice slightly strained from the pain.

\n\n

Alorica\nand Gastogne began heading towards the door. “Give me a second to put her up,”\nMoldred told them, as they left.

\n\n

He led\nover to one of the cunt-closets. Eve hated them. They were small, even for\nnormal-sized slaves. For her they were torturous. Then again, she remembered\nthat the last time she had seen her own slave – Sloppytongue – she had locked\nher in a cunt-closet just like this one. Eve briefly wondered what would happen\nto Sloppytongue when she was sold to Moldred. Most likely Sloppytongue would go\nback to Eve’s father. She hoped he would keep her in the house, and not send\nher to the fields, or worse, the mines.

\n\n

“Gash,”\nMoldred called. “Grab her a chastity belt. A thick one. I want her squirming as\nshe waits for me.” He pulled her hair up slightly so Eve looked at his face. “I’ll\nsend someone to fetch you just before the bout. Wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

\n\n

She\nsmiled at him. He pulled her up onto her legs. She could barely stand on her\nown, but he held her, squeezing her close. He kissed her.

\n\n

Then, he\nturned back to Gash, and said, “And put whatever’s left of that needle-cream on\nthere.” He looked at Eve, “I want you dripping wet, for after.”

\n\n

Eve\nopened her mouth to beg him not to, but closed it. She was too exhausted, and\nshe knew what the result would be anyways. Plus, she didn’t want to get slapped\nwhen her face was already covered in bruises. At least, not when she could\navoid it.

\n\n

The\nchastity belt Gash emerged with was, just as ordered, thick. Two dildos, just\nas large as the ones in her last night, lined it. Gash was rubbing the\nstinging, white cream on them. The same one that had made her vagina and ass\ncramp before Moldred had fucked her. She remembered how impossibly huge they\nhad made him feel, and felt nauseous. \nLocked in a dark, tiny box for hours, with those jammed inside her. It\nsounded like hell.

\n\n

But she\nput them in. Moldred pulled the belt tight. Maybe a notch or two too tight. It\nwas painful around her waist, and torture on her cervix. The box was small\nenough she could put her shoulder against one wall, reach her arm out, and not\nbe able to stretch her fingers all the way out. She couldn’t stand or lie down,\nand had to pull her knees into her chest, pressing the dildos deeper into her.

\n\n

As\nMoldred closed the door, she heard the room door open, and Aloric ask, “You\ncoming?”

\n\n

“Just\nfinishing up.” Moldred said, before adding, “By the way, did you finish that thing\nlast night?”

\n\n

The\ncloset door closed before she heard the answer, leaving her in pitch darkness.\nEve could barely move, and the cream was already starting to take effect. It\nstung and itched, but she couldn’t get her hands under the belt to do anything.\nThe dildos in her, already pushing her near her limits, seemed to expand and\nexpand. Eve screamed. It didn’t matter. The closets were specially made, and\nshe knew no one could hear her.

\n\n

The\nwitch was dead. Her eyes were a glazed grey, her skin cold and pallid. Rigor\nMortis had already begun to set in. There was no pool of blood. No knife\nclutched in her hand. Her body lay at the back of the greenhouse, next to some\nfallen planter pots and the soil they had once held. Her hand was pressed to\nher chest, and her brown hair, streaked with grey, spooled over her\npain-stricken face.

\n\n

Mel.\nShe wasn’t much older than Mevenmein, but he couldn’t think of her as anything\nother than ancient. It was so rare for a cunt to grow old. Farm slaves\ncouldn’t. Their bodies simply weren’t made to last that long. Pureborns could,\nin theory, live as long as a man, but in practice that never happened. The\npains of child birth under the Curse of Fay meant they rarely survived more\nthan one or two children.

\n\n

Witches\nwere the exception. Pureborns unable to have children, gifted instead of cursed\nby Fay, trained and tamed by the King himself. It was common for men to talk\nabout how disgusting they found witches, even when the witches were still young\nand fresh. Mevenmein joined with them, of course, but he wasn’t too proud to\nadmit that he found their uniqueness alluring. He had fucked Mel at least a\ndozen times. She lacked the humility of a traditional slave, and she knew her\nvalue. Traits he found frustrating and attractive in equal measure.

\n\n

And she\nwas dead.

\n\n

“A\nheart attack, my lord,” Vassimir said, kneeling by her body. “No wounds, except\nthose from the fall. The pots look like\nshe tried to grab at them when she fell. No sign of a struggle beyond that.\nPlus, when you take into account her age, it all points to the same thing.”

\n\n

“She\nwasn’t that old,” Mevenmein said.

\n\n

“She\nwas for a cunt,” Vassimir replied.

\n\n

“That\nshouldn’t matter,” he sighed. “The timing of this… It’s suspicious. You can’t\ndeny that.”

\n\n

“I\ncannot. But who would do it? How? You questioned the slave that found her?”

\n\n

He\ngrunted affirmation. The slave was 119, if she had a name beyond that, he\nhadn’t asked. She was skinny, near flat, and would have been plain looking if\nnot for her bald head. Mel had five slaves to assist her, and she shaved them\nall. “Keeps the men from wasting my time raping them,” she had once told him\nwhen he questioned her on it.

\n\n

119’s story was simple. She had\ncome in to water the plants, and found her mistress there. She hadn’t touched\nher, hadn’t moved her. The doors were unlocked, but Mel’s slaves kept shifts\nwatching the door all night long. Their mistress liked to walk through the\ngreenhouse at night, and their shifts were only a few hours long. So, she could\nhave gone in at the end of one shift, and no one would notice her never\nleaving.

\n\n

It all\nmade sense.

\n\n

“I\ndon’t trust her,” Mevenmein grunted.

\n\n

“She can’t\nlie to you. She has your brand.”

\n\n

Mevenmein\nsnorted derisively. “Clever slaves can find ways around that. I sent her to the\ndungeons. They’ll get the truth out of her.”

\n\n

“The\ntruth you want.”

\n\n

Mevenmein\nshrugged. “It doesn’t matter,” he eventually said. “I already know who did\nthis.”

\n\n

“Moldred?”\n

\n\n

“Of\ncourse, Moldred! That bastard will do everything he can to ruin me! Did you see\nthe way he acted last night? Acting like I had given him the finest slave in\nthe county, instead of Eve’s spoiled meat. It was supposed to be a joke. An\ninsult! He acted like she was such a treat that some of the men looked\ndownright jealous of him. He’s probably still laughing.”

\n\n

“Forgive\nme for saying this, my lord, but he doesn’t really seem the poisoning type.”

\n\n

“And\nthose bastards with him? One of them was a commoner.\nYou think he’s above such an act?” Mevenmein took a deep breath. “Look, I know\nyou think I’m being absurd, but think about it. This sets us back. No question.\nAnd who benefits?”

\n\n

“As far\nas Moldred is concerned we don’t have a challenger,” Vassimir said.

\n\n

“Without\na witch we won’t have one at all. Gaining a crest is not a painless affair, and\nif that cunt is weak from her night with Moldred…”

\n\n

“Or the\nday before,” Vassimir added, another I-told-you-so look framed on his face.

\n\n

“It\ndoesn’t matter. We need a witch.”

\n\n

“Should\nI prepare a horse, my lord? I can reach the slave farms before noon.”

\n\n

“But\nyou’ll make it back well past it.” Mevenmein paused, and closed his eyes. When\nhe opened them, he knew what he had to do. “I’ll get us a witch. You fetch\nEve.”

\n\n

“You\nmean… the guest?”

\n\n

Mevenmein\nnodded. “The witches of The King’s Coven are said to be the best in the land. I\ndon’t know why she’s here, but she’s still a cunt. And I know how to handle a\ncunt.”

\n\n

Vassimir\nnodded. “King speed, my lord.”

\n\n

“King\nspeed,” he replied.

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