The Scarlet Royal: Defeated Throne of Lycans

Carnal

Sadistic bastard! I was shaken then, we were stuck in a room with a madman. A madman who had bought us until the sun rose tomorrow.

“Now, mouthy one; use those lips of yours as you are supposed to.” He reached forward more quickly than I could fathom and grabbed me by my hair. He pulled me up by the roots, obviously trying to make me scream; but I knew better than to let some measly pain like that affect me. He shoved me towards his junk and I opened my mouth. It was either that or have one of the others wind up with something broken, so I opened wide and began my task.

He tasted of soured apples and salt, making me want to gag almost instantly, but my training kicked in and I followed through. My special touch on his skin would make it feel like fireworks wherever I touched, I was sure. I heard him moan lowly as he kept one hand on my head.

“Pink, go and grab that whip over there.” I almost cried then as I bobbed my head up and down; please not on me I begged whatever God was listening. I knew I was a coward for thinking it, but I couldn’t take a whip after that night seven years ago. “Red, on your knees. Pink, whip her once for each time Purple here bobs up…. Come on quickly.”

I tried to slow down once I heard that, trying to help Ruby as much as I could.

Crack!

I had to take a breath of air, his stench getting stuck in my nose. I winced at the sound, sending sorry thoughts to Ruby.

Crack!

The second one came when Duke Gammar adjusted himself on the bed, moaning at the sound of the whip. I could hold my breath for two minutes and twelve seconds. I counted each time, trying to stay longer for Ruby’s sake.

The whip cracked seven more times before the Duke tired of the game, his sadistic smile looking over the lineup of toys again.

“Enough; red and purple, tie pink to the bed now- and be quick about it.” Ruby struggled to her feet, her back marred with welts to match the color of her hair. Dahlias climbed onto the bed behind the Duke, spreading her arms and legs out to the bedposts.

I was thankful for the reprieve from his junk, gulping down as much clean air as I could. Ruby and I worked quickly to restrain Dahlias, Ruby struggling a little when her pinky was touched.

“Not fast enough.” The Duke had stood up and picked up the discarded whip, cracking it against my thigh. The immediate welt had tears come to my eyes almost instantly, the sting and suddenness bringing the pain straight through the leg. I bit my own tongue, tasting blood immediately; I would not be the one to cause another break to the others again.

Ruby and I then stood on either side of the bed, waiting for instructions; Duke Grammar perusing the toys. “Aha, what do we have here now?” He held up something the girls in the business simply called the ‘pear’. It was used to stretch certain parts of the body, usually an orifice, in a very painful manner.

The sadistic smile was back again, and I saw Ruby begin to shed a tear. I couldn’t help but cry too as the madman continued to smile after he picked up and examined object after object. I could see that he was intent on using every item from the box. Gods, if there is or are any out there, save us. I prayed silently. Duke Gammar stalked closer to the bed, enjoying his power over us.

“Let’s make this game even more fun.” He brought the whip down on Dahlias, right in the middle of her body, striking her from clavicle to just above her hips hard. Dahlias couldn’t help but scream at that, and the Duke went to me this time. “You hand, purple.”

I held up my left hand that he indicated, visibly shaking. He examined each finger, stopping on my index. “Scream for me.” He said as he broke it just as he did Ruby’s, and I did scream, I cried too as I saw him moan in ecstasy at the sound.

We are going to die I thought again as he brought the pear between Dahlias legs, intent on using it right away.

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One hour and twenty minutes I counted in my head. I was covered in bruises and had seven broken fingers and a toe. I was the lucky one. Dahlias had five fingers, two toes, and a wrist I was sure was broken as well. I figured the Duke had a thing against red heads as Ruby had taken the brunt of the punishment. All of her fingers were broken, an arm, three toes, and possible fracture here and there. The girl had curled up in the corner of the room, afraid to move as Duke Gammar slept on my bed.

The clocked chimed again in the distance outside. Forty five minutes I continued counting. Forty five minutes until we were free of the devil himself. Before falling to sleep, he had ordered Dahlias and I to stand perfectly still with books on our heads, promising another broken body part for whoever dropped the book first.

I could see Dahlias was shaking a little, a sweat glistening on her body. I knew I was in the same position as her, my body about to give out from shear pain and exhaustion.

Fifteen minutes I was praying hard, the book had already almost slipped again, my neck straining intently. A small sob was heard from Dahlias, but thankfully it did not disturb the Duke.

A knock was heard at the door just as the clock chimed five. Dahlias and I held our position as Duke Gammar took his time getting out of the bed and getting dressed. Hurry up, you f*****g bastard. My eye was twitching badly. I wanted to strangle the man by his own innards and truss him up in the ceiling to watch him squirm. I knew even that wouldn’t satisfy me though.

When the Duke passed me, he smiled and leaned ever so closely to my ear. “Until next time.” He breathed gently, like someone who had just spent the night with a lover. He made it to the door and opened it, closing it slowly behind him. Dahlias and I held ourselves for another few moments, afraid that he was coming back. When we heard a horse whinny in the distance we both collapsed to the floor and began crying.

Dame Dracilla soon came up to the room with cleaning staff and doctors, figuring both would be needed; and she was right. Dahlias and Ruby were taken to their own rooms to heal, and I was put on my bed when it had bean stripped and cleaned.

I heard something about a witch being hired to speed healing before I drifted off into sweet oblivion.

I woke up and looked around, confused for a second wondering why I wasn’t dead. Then I remembered the Duke and began to retch, finding a bowl next to me; supposedly for the very purpose of vomiting.

“Aha; she finally wakes!” Dame Dracilla rose from a chair that had been set at the base of my bed. “Thanks to you three, we now have a stable client for the future.” The Dame smiled at me, obviously pleased.

Oh, god, no… I began to throw up again, the stench and scenes from last night tormenting my senses. There were kinks and fetishes, sure; but the Duke had something dark and twisted in him. I was sure Dahlias would probably not be able to sit for months without wincing in pain.