CONCUBINE

As the King returned from a victorious war, he entered 
his room leading a new concubine by a chain wrapped 
around her wrists. His collection had been growing 
recently, but this new one was someone different from 
the others. A young woman, fair skinned with radiant 
eyes, she would give any man pleasure, just to look upon 
her. As fragile as her body seemed, she was much 
stronger than the other concubines. She had fought with 
all of her strength when the King's men seized her, but 
it had been futile. 

He yanked the chain towards him and his concubine fell 
to the floor at his feet.

"You will address me as my lord, or my master. You are 
to do everything I tell you and nothing else."

She stood up from the floor and said nothing.

"Do you understand?"

No response. 

WHACK!

He smacked her hard across the face, sending her to the 
ground once more.

"You fucking bitch. You have nothing left."

He kneeled down and looked into her eyes. Her face 
showed her anger as she glared back at her captor. Just 
as he was about to grab her, she spit onto his face. To 
her dismay, a slight grin appeared on his face as he 
said, "You are going to regret that."

He began to pull on the chain. His captive tried to pull 
back but her small physique was nothing compared to a 
man hardened by war. He dragged her across the floor 
until they reached the wall beside his bed. He slipped 
the chain through a loop built high up into the wall. He 
pulled hard on the chain and his concubine shot upright 
against the wall, her feet just barley supporting her 
weight on the ground. She felt the chain dig into her 
wrists but managed to keep her composure.

"That's better, you can stay there until you decide to 
behave yourself," he said as he left the room.

Time began to slow down, she felt like she was there for 
an eternity. The blood started draining from her arms 
and she could feel the chains bruising her small wrists. 
Suddenly she realized how hungry she was, she hadn't 
eaten at all on their travel back to this kingdom. Now 
her body was fatigued with pain and hunger; she tried to 
break free from the chain, but it was no use. 

Finally her captor returned. She was ashamed to feel a 
slight sense of relief, hoping he would release her from 
her painful position. Though she had hoped to gain some 
comfort for her pain, she was not ready to give up the 
fight- the king knew that. She saw him approach her with 
something in his hand; it was a whip. Before she could 
process what was happening, the crack of the whip came 
down upon her chest, tearing the cloth away from her 
body. Her breasts were fully exposed now, and she turned 
her body towards the wall so as to not give him the 
satisfaction of admiring her firm, perfectly rounded 
chest.

CRACK! The whip came down upon her bare back. She winced 
in pained, but bit down hard on her teeth so as to not 
make a sound.

CRACK! The whip broke her skin and she couldn't help but 
let out a yell in agony.

CRACK! It came down again, followed by another shriek of 
pain.

"Do you like this?" he said.

CRACK!

"Maybe next time you'll do as I say!"

CRACK!

Tears were streaming down her face. Each crack of the 
whip was accompanied by her wails of misery, until she 
finally screamed out:

"MY LORD! MY MASTER!"

"Beg me for forgiveness you filthy whore!"

CRACK!

"Please! I beg of you! Aaahhhh!"

Suddenly the whipping stopped."Turn towards me," he 
commanded.

She obeyed, slowly showing her red, tear-ridden face. He 
moved towards her and quickly wrapped his hand around 
her delicate neck. "Now, are you going to be an obedient 
slave?" he said, watching the fear expressed across her 
face.

"Y-yes..."

His grip on her neck tightened suddenly, almost cutting 
of her breath. "What?" he snarled.

"Yes! My lord... I will obey."

He unhooked the chain from the wall and she fell to the 
floor.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded.

She stood up and slowly took off what was left of her 
clothing. Embarrassed, she awkwardly stood before him as 
he inspected her body. He admired her form and began to 
put his hands on her. He felt her skin as his hands 
trailed along her body, stopping to fondle her breasts.

"Have you been fucked before?" he questioned her.

"No..." she replied, feeling more uncomfortable than 
ever before. She had not yet been married and so was 
untouched by a man.

He commanded her to get on her knees. Fearing his 
punishment if she disobeyed, she kneeled before him, 
staring at the ground. She heard him start to take his 
clothes off. She was unfamiliar with the male body, and 
tried to not look at him. Suddenly he put his hand over 
her mouth and pushed her head against the wall behind 
her and said, "Look at me." 

She looked up at him, powerless in his grasp. She 
noticed his firm cock protruding out towards her. He 
commanded her to open her mouth and removed his hand. 
She didn't move, staring in wonder and disgust at his 
phallus. He slapped her across the face.

"Open your mouth!" he commanded again.

As she slowly parted her lips, he pushed his cock 
towards her mouth, slowly inserting the tip and feeling 
her tongue press against it. Her mouth was soon filled 
with his firm prick, a feeling she was not very pleased 
to have. Her captor then grabbed her by her hair and 
began shoving himself down her throat. He let out a 
groan as he felt himself moving along the warm walls of 
her mouth. He firmly pushed her head into his body, and 
soon noticed her protests against him. 

As she panicked, not being able to breath, her hands 
(still bound together) were pushing against his legs and 
he could feel her head trying to be free of his grasp. 
He could feel her gagging, her throat fighting against 
him. Just as she was feeling she may puke, he pulled her 
hair back and his cock slid out of her mouth. He watched 
her gasp for air, and noticed the tears falling down her 
cheeks, her face was red. 

After she caught her breath, he ordered her to move to 
the bed on the other side of the room. She looked over 
at the bed, and suddenly realized that she would 
actually have to have sex with this man. "No, please..." 
she began to protest.

"What did you say to me!?" He slapped her hard, and then 
grabbed the chain still wrapped around her wrists. He 
pulled the chain and started dragging her across the 
floor towards the bed. 

"Master! Please!" she yelled as she began sobbing.

He lifted the chain, pulling her up to her feet, and 
then shoved her back onto the bed. Then he attached the 
chain to wall behind the bed. Standing over her, he 
began to spank her bare ass. "Don't you dare disobey me! 
Do you want to be whipped more?"

"No!" She sobbed while he abused her.

He then flipped her onto her back and wrapped his hand 
tightly around her neck. "You are mine, and if you do 
not do exactly as I say you will be severely whipped. 
You will speak only when questioned, and do only as I 
say. Do you understand?" He loosened his grip to let her 
speak.

"Yes, my lord."

With that, he got on top of her, examining her body, 
fondling her. He grabbed her hand, and placed it on his 
stiff prick. "Do you want that inside of you?"

"I-I..." her voice was shaking and suddenly she felt him 
harshly pinching her soft nipple between his fingers. 
"Yes! I want it..."

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes, master..."

His fingers traveled towards her cunt, he pushed apart 
her legs and slowly inserted one finger inside of her. 
Her expression was one of discomfort yet slight 
pleasure. She had been untouched up until that moment, 
and she feared what was to come. He inserted another 
finger inside of her, and felt her wetness beginning to 
lubricate them. Her body was preparing to be fucked, 
despite her fear and dislike for the man now holding her 
captive. 

He straddled her body and moved up towards her face. 
"You'd better get your spit on me, if you want this to 
be less painful. You're lucky I'm even letting you." His 
cock was placed just in front of her face, and she began 
moving her mouth towards it until he grabbed her hair 
and jerked her face upwards to look at his. "What do you 
say?"

"Thank you, master." She was trying to keep her tears 
inside, forcing herself to be obedient to avoid the 
whip.

"Good girl." He let go of her hair and she slowly put 
her lips around his cock. She let the saliva build in 
her mouth, and moved her tongue up and down his shaft. 
After a minute, she pulled her head away from his body. 
The blood was pulsing through his body, and he couldn't 
wait any longer. "Spread your legs for me!" he 
commanded.

She did as she was told, and then laid motionless, 
surrendering to his will. 

He placed the head of his throbbing dick at the entrance 
to her sex. He placed his hands on her sides, firmly 
pressing her into the bed, her hands still pulled above 
her head by the chain. He pushed himself partway inside 
of her, and his concubine began to wince in discomfort. 
Both of their breathing began to speed up. With one 
strong thrust, he shoved himself inside of her. She let 
out a shriek and pulled against her chain. In a moment 
her virginity was stolen, and he began pounding her 
relentlessly. His prisoner was moaning in discomfort, 
but she made no cries of protest. His thrusts quickened, 
and he groaned as his pleasure heightened. 

Unable to resist satisfaction, his hot spunk flowed out 
of his cock and pooled inside his concubines obedient 
cunt. He collapsed over her body, as both were panting 
together. After a moment, he pulled his shaft out of her 
and moved it towards her face once more. "Clean it" he 
ordered. His prisoner took his cock inside her mouth and 
slurped off their juices that covered it. 

She finished, and he got up off of the bed. Without 
saying a word, he dressed himself, walked out of the 
room, and closed the door... leaving his slave naked on 
his bed, hands bound, with tears welling in her eyes.