Slippery!

An eBook By Corbie Petulengro.

"If you're interested in state secrets, you're holding the wrong person prisoner," Therese said sardonically. "They don't tell me anything. I'm just a guard."

Harrow made a dismissive gesture. "That does not interest me. Tell me about when you were captured by Daguez' men."

The young soldier caught her breath. "Why-"

"Because I told you to," Harrow cut her off. "And you are speaking out of turn. Answer me. They raped you, did they not?"

Therese turned her head away, sickened by the memory. "Yes."

"How many of them?"

"Seven."

The sorceress put her hand on Therese's breast. The nipple was swollen hard and tight, almost painful; she toyed with it. Therese moaned. It hurt. "Did they bind you, as I have done?" Harrow was asking.

"Yes - no, they used rope, tied my arms behind me, spread my legs with a broomstick." The words were like bile in her mouth and she spat them out and gasped. Harrow's fingers on her nipple had become an iron grip and instead of being painful, intense pleasure ran through her body. "Stop," she moaned. "Please. Please, milady. Don't do that."

Harrow watched her carefully, but did not stop. "The drug that is in your body," she said calmly, "is known as tihirin. It convinces your body that pain is pleasure, and vice versa. You would be surprised how useful such a thing is for interrogations." She twisted Therese's nipple hard, abruptly, and the woman screamed as orgasm shook her body.

"Damn you," she gasped, hanging limply from the bedposts. "Don't do this. It isn't ... right."

Harrow laughed this time, a real laugh. "You'd prefer the pain? Very well, then, we can do that as well." She put her hand between her captive's spread legs and found the sensitive place just below her clitoris. Therese cried out and tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. "As I told you before," Harrow said in her quiet dangerous voice, "you will beg me to beat you. But we were talking about what happened last year, weren't we? Tell me what they did to you."

Oh, Harn, no, not this again, she moaned to herself. "They beat me," she choked out, "with a belt, and chain. They stuffed my mouth with rags so I couldn't scream, and one of them burned me, there, with a hot andiron." She didn't look down; Harrow could easily see the scar across her lower left breast, just under the areola."

"And then you agreed," Harrow said in her soft voice, "to do whatever they wanted."

Tears rolled down Therese's cheeks, and this time she couldn't stop them. "I was weak," she whispered. "It is my shame forever."

"No," the sorceress said, and Therese was surprised at the forcefulness of her tone. "You are alive today to tell about it. It was the wisest thing you could have done." She looked up just in time to catch a flicker of - was it compassion? - in the dark tilted eyes, but it vanished and the craggy face was as expressionless as before. "What did they make you do, then?" she asked, raking her nails down Therese's belly. Ripples of pleasure ran through her and wetness trickled down her spread thighs.

"They ... they..." - oh, please no, don't make me remember - "The leader forced his cock into my mouth, he ordered me to suck on it, but he was thrusting so hard I choked." She gasped as the nails traced their way to her inner thigh. "Then they all did it, and I had to swallow it, and their cocks tasted foul ... then they put me on my knees-" Therese's tongue froze in her mouth and she tensed with pain; Harrow was touching her clitoris again.

"They fucked you," the sorceress said.

"Yes," she hissed.

"In your cunt or in your ass?"

"Both." The fingers moved away, and she sagged in relief.

"Then?"

There was silence. The sorceress waited a moment, then slapped Therese's face, hard. The woman screamed at the unexpected sensation and nearly came again. "Don't disobey me," Harrow said.

Her breath came in long ragged gasps. "One of them - one of them held my head, forced my mouth open with - with tongs, the rest - pissed in my mouth." Hot wetness streamed down her face to match what ran down her legs. "Then they put a rope around my neck, told me they were going to kill me."

"But they didn't," said Harrow, watching her closely.

"No, they stood me on a fencepost on my toes, hanging from a tree. If I had fallen, I would have been killed, but I was found and rescued an hour later. That's all," she said wearily.

"Is it," said the sorceress musingly. "Is it indeed." She slid the whip through her fingers thoughtfully. "Did you come?" she asked.

Rage engulfed Therese, momentarily drowning out her fear. "Rot in hell!" she screamed, straining against the manacles. Harrow only raised an eyebrow and twisted both her swollen nipples viciously. Therese choked and bucked her hips, sobbing as orgasm took her again.

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