Rainstone, the second in the Seventh Kingdom series

The whip scoured over her flesh. It left flickering trails of fire across her skin, the pain almost too much for her to bear. She hung from her wrists, from where he’d tied her when she’d once more displeased him.

Who was he? Her father, the King of the fourth kingdom and ruler of all the lands he could see. He was a tyrant and a bully, beating his only daughter when he found fault with something in his palace. That was her charge, to run his kingdom, leaving him to play with his whores, to fulfill his fantasies and to drink himself into ruin.

His heart raced now as he lifted the whip once more, the knotted ends skittering across the stone floor and leaving a trail of blood and flesh. He let the whip sing as it came toward her back, making sure the ends flicked under her arms and struck her breast. Her screams were beautiful, lusty and pained, making his cock harden under the ornate codpiece he wore.

“Enough, your majesty. Soon she will be scarred and then who will want to marry her. You must think of her worth upon a marriage contract.” Smeadly Aloysius was quick to hurry to his king’s side. He stroked the king’s hand as he spoke, whispering the words urgently into the man’s ear. “She is of marrying age, majesty. It is time she brought some wealth to your people.”

“To my people Smeadly? Or perhaps you mean to you?” He glanced over to where his daughter hung, her head bowed, her ebony colored waves of hair sticking to the blood on her back. What skin was left unmarked was clear and creamy, making his hand itch to lift the whip once more. “Release her,” he called to two of his men who stood staring in horror at what their king had done. “Send her to her chamber and have her maid attend her. I will see her upon the morrow.” He tossed the whip to one of the boys standing close by, bidding him to clean it and return it to his possession post haste.

Then he returned to his meal and the company of his favorite of the castle’s whores, a slovenly blonde who fawned over him, hand feeding him the best of the food upon the platter, letting him lick his wine from her over blown breasts, laughing at everything he had to say.

Neither watched as the young girl, barely eighteen years of age, was cut down from her bonds, carried gently out of the room and up to the third story of the huge castle to where her father had banished her years ago at the death of his beloved wife.

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Sasha Rainstone roused as the pain of her wounds became almost too much to handle. She managed not to scream as she was placed belly down upon her bed. A shiver of cold overcame her as metal pressed against her spine and then she heard a rip as the rest of her dress was torn from her, pulled gently from under her, leaving her naked upon the bed.

She heard a soft moan and then a hand was upon her slender thighs, stroking her flesh. Sasha wanted to move, to get away from that hand but even the littlest of moves made her back burn like fire. Fingers wandered over her bottom, stopping to squeeze that firm flesh before pushing between her thighs, pressing into dry flesh, unprepared for what happened next.

Another hand landed upon her leg, pulling it away from her other, opening her to the fingers that invaded her privacy. She tried to shift that leg closed once more but the hand held it open easily. “No,” she moaned softly, barely able to breathe as the fingers that were slipping over the now wet flesh of her sex began to ply soft caresses to her clit, coaxing that tiny bud of flesh to peep from beneath its hood, standing straight and hard. It almost seemed to beg for more as her hips began to dance against that hand.

Tiny whimpers of pain and pleasure came from between her parted lips. Her lips had once been so lovely but were now cracked and bleeding since she’d bitten them to keep from screaming as long as she could. She denied her father some of his pleasures, making him work hard to get anything from her.

Her cheeks grew flush; her head began to spin as that hand between her thighs found the virgin portal to her core. He circled the soft, sensitive flesh, gathering her moisture and using it to pleasure her clit.

“She’s going to come upon my hand,” a rough male voice said.

“Oh, aye, that she is. She’s so beautiful, I want her to come on my cock,” his partner said, his hand moving from the inside of her thigh to poke roughly at her. “I want to take that virginity.”

“You cannot, no matter what her father does to her, she’s still a royal princess of the seven kingdoms.”

Sasha heard their talk but she didn’t care. Her body felt empty even as they continued to touch and caress her. She felt feverish, needy inside like she’d never felt before. Is this what the woman of the court talked about, uncaring that her virginal ears were close. If it was, she wanted more.

She mewled, feeling something tightening inside of her, pushing her body back against those two hands. Even when a finger was pressed against her small rosebud, she didn’t protest, only cried out as a burning pain mixed with the pleasure.

“I knew she’d like this,” the crude voice of the rough man said. He pushed inside of her until he could go no further, pulling out to add another finger, stretching that sweet rosebud. “I can’t take her virginity down there, but no one said a princess had to keep her back door pure.” With that, he climbed up on the bed, slapping the smooth, ivory buttocks of the princess.

“You can’t do that to her back,” the other man said, hurrying his caress, wanting the princess to feel some pleasure in her life.