Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I hear a reluctant sound of something that might be admiration, or at least begrudging respect coming from some of the crew.
“These two banded together and acted as allies when our position was overrun with the vile flesh eaters,” Drako continues. “For that, they have earned some mercy.”
There’s grumbling. I think I start to see the crowd thin. They wanted blood. They’re not interested in how mercy tastes.
“But this man thought he would bring me to Frayer justice,” Drako says, gesturing at Thor.
A roar of disgust goes up at the very idea.
“And in so doing, he got another full vessel of his people killed,” Drako smirks.
A bold laugh goes up around the arena. Oh, yes. I definitely hate this crew. They are here for blood and treachery, and terrible, painful, awful things. They want us to suffer. They want to revel in it. They are not that different than those flesh-eating creatures really.
“And of course, they were captured,” Drako says. “And now they will be punished before you, until we are all satisfied that they have atoned.”
“Don’t touch him!” I shout, suddenly panicked at the idea of what they might do to Thor, and how many things are worse than death. “Do it to me! Do it all to me!” My anguished outburst echoes around the arena, bathing the ears and minds of the assembled crowd.
“Oh, don’t worry, I intend to do it all to you,” Drako replies.
A rough laugh goes up again.
“I will take that deal,” Drako says. “And do not be disheartened, men, because we are getting much more in the way of vengeance than you might imagine. This little scrap of a Frayer girl is more than she seems. She seems coddled. She seems spoiled…”
He looks at me, and something in the moment tells me this is the time to engage with this fucking insanity.
“I am a spoiled little Frayer girl. And I am the daughter of the founder of Weltheim. I am your enemy, and I hate you.”
Drako smirks at me, his smile so broad I almost feel as though I have made him proud. He wanted that moment. He wanted me to reveal my parentage. If he said something to me now I wouldn’t be able to hear it because the roar coming from the crowd is overpowering.
“Enough! It’s not her fault that her father was one of the Frayer bastards who took land that did not belong to him and helped found a cursed city. She is an innocent.”
Again, the crowd grumbles, thinking it is going to be denied.
“And what is done to innocents?” Drako’s voice is strong with that rhetorical question booming out to the audience.
“They are defiled,” he says, to uproarious effect.
Drums start beating somewhere.
“I would have disrobed you myself, but you made that difficult with that knife,” he says while the ship clamors for my ravaging.
“Strip!” he shouts.
I hesitate, but I know if I do not obey, then I will be stripped anyway, and Thor will be hurt. More than he has already been. I know they’re capable of truly terrible, absolutely dark things, and I know that I already agreed to this, though I did not understand how overwhelming it would be.
I start to remove my clothing, and the whole ship goes wild. I take off my top and expose my breasts, and they holler like animals. Then I remove my pants and boots and stand in nothing but a pair of underwear that has done more time on my body than it ever should have had to.
There is a pause from everyone, and then I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties and draw them down over my hips, down my thighs, and finally kick them off entirely with a defiant little flick of my toe.
“You’re a natural,” Drako murmurs to me. “Very good.” I say nothing.
“On your knees,” he adds, for the benefit of the crowd. “And take me in your mouth.”
He is rock fucking hard when he unzips himself, and that thick Vikar cock comes springing out. He puts a hand on the back of my head and guides me to my work, and I do what I must do. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and I allow him to fuck my mouth while camera drones circle me and display the lewd images of my subjugation to the crew.
Drako pushes himself all the way to the back of my mouth, holds himself there for a moment, then slides free again, allowing me to breathe. He does this over and over, holding himself deeper for longer each time, until I am gasping when he releases me. This pleases the animals of his crew greatly.
“I’m going to fuck you in front of everybody,” he says. “Every single one of these warriors are going to see you stretched around me, not just as a female captive, but as the daughter of the founder of our enemy city.”