Morgan and the King

CHAPTER TWO

The cell that Rose found herself in may well have been the most horrible of all the tortures in that chamber. It was not completely dark in there, but shackled, without very much ability to move, the little bit of light that it let in from the chamber above it gave it a terrible, claustrophobic feeling to it. Rose could feel something furry run over her legs, and she cried out, but soon realised that nobody was coming. Even worse, perhaps, was her location - she was only a short distance away from the various chairs, racks and tables that were constantly populated by poor villagers, and throughout her time in the cell, she was bombarded with the sounds of the screams of the women victims, and the laughter and taunting sounds of their tormentors. Knowing that she was going to be further punished there tomorrow made it even worse.

She dwelt on the pain she had experienced. The rack - she simply could not believe that a human would design such a thing. Something so cruel. The feeling of terror came back to her, as she thought of that moment when she lost control of what she would say, when her body forced her to lie, and when she admitted that she had been with a man.

She thought about why she had accepted the money. She had not realised, of course, what terrible things she would be put through, but she had needed that money to put her life into order. She had been honest with the torturer, telling him that she had only kissed one man. A travelling actor who had come by her village, briefly danced with her, and then tried to have his way with her. Oh, he had been calm when she turned him down, assured by her that one day they would marry and would be able to make love as often as possible, without being immoral. But then he had left, telling her that the only way for them to be together would be in a distant land. She wanted, with all her heart, to give herself to him in wedlock.

And then the memory of her rape flooded back into her mind. All of that time when she could have enjoyed being intimate with a man, when she held herself pure awaiting marriage - all of those were for nothing. She had been violated, and now was used up. Most men would never want anything to have to do with her, even that man she had so often dreamed about. In her dreams, her first time was always so soft and tender, but this was wicked and cruel. And it was the King! She had no way of processing this thought - whether it made the degradation easier or harder for her to bear. And when he had called her his whore and spat in her face ... she could not understand it. Why would the King - a man who could have any beautiful woman in the whole kingdom - treat someone like that?

Her musings were broken by a shriek from the chamber, and the sound of a young woman yelling "take them out!" She sobbed to herself, afraid to wonder what 'they' were, and where the poor girl wanted them to be taken out from. Her hunger and thirst also tormented her - she was glad for those drinks that the torturer had given her, but she would have loved to have had more. But she was afraid that if she called out for them, she would attract the attention of whoever was up there. Miserably, she leaned against the wall of her cell, closed her eyes and tried to sleep through all of the discomforts. Out of exhaustion, she finally did fall asleep, to a land of nightmares.

* * *

By way of contrast, the King and his cruel right hand man were eating dinner in the luxurious surroundings of the Castle's dining room.

"I certainly think we got our money's worth today", the King commented, patting his satisfied stomach loudly. "That young lady sure is a pretty one."

Morgan sipped some more of the fine wine that was in his glass. "That is the truth. I enjoyed tormenting her today. But I wonder if we can take a different approach tomorrow. She is going to be very vulnerable - maybe there are other things we can do to have fun with her."

* * *

Rose slipped in and out of her sleep, but both states were filled with nightmares. The sounds of torture just above her in her underground cell did not cease the entire night, and worst of all were when the victim of the torturers' attentions screamed out words that gave an insight into what she might be going through - "take it out!" "No, please, not there!" "Take me off!". The visions in her mind were vivid, assisted by what she had seen and experienced in the chamber.

At some time in the morning, although she could have no way of knowing what actual time, she heard footsteps come closer to her cell, and then the sound of the lock being opened, and finally her cell was flooded with light. A man she had not seen before roughly picked her up, after unshackling her, and dragged her along, out of the room to another room which looked like a dining room of sorts.

The table in the middle was filled with food, which she eyed hungrily. She was starving, but even worse was her thirst, which was driving  her crazy. In a moment, Morgan walked into the room, which made Rose's heart sink. He told her to sit down at the table.

"Good morning, Rose. How did you sleep last night?"

Rose looked up groggily. "Terribly, sir. That cell was awful."

Morgan stared at her. "That is by far one of the most comfortable cells that we have here. In any case, you need to eat."

He took a plate, and placed some meat, some potatoes and some bread on it, and put it in front of her. "There, eat."

Rose looked up at him pleadingly. "Please, sir. May I have some water?"

Morgan stood up and went to an ice box, pulling out a bottle. "There you are. Clean, fresh water for you."

Rose gulped down half of the bottle, and then began to demolish the meal, ravenously eating. When she finished, Morgan offered her more, which she ate after drinking the rest of the bottle.

"You were very brave, yesterday," Morgan said kindly. Rose looked at him a little confused. "How do you mean, sir?"

"It's quite horrible being on the rack, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes sir," Rose gasped.

"And you don't want to go back on it again, do you?"

"No sir! Oh please, I couldn't take it anymore!"

Morgan smiled. "The King has told me that he is quite fond of you, despite the fact that you have committed crimes against him. He very much enjoyed using you as his whore."

Rose again did not know what to feel. It was a strange mixture of pride and horror. "I am glad that I pleased His Majesty."

"He also has told me that he does not want me to hurt you anymore. Today is going to be quite different to yesterday. We are going to go out to his private farm and have a picnic."

A woman came into the room and took Rose out, taking her to a bathroom where she had a short bath, cleaned herself off, and was given some new clothes to wear. She was then taken to a bedroom where a normal bed, covered in old but clean rags was, where she was told to get a few hours sleep before the picnic. Rose was confused by these developments, but followed the orders, and was happy to at last get some rest, on a full stomach.

About three hours later she was awoken by the same woman, and ushered into a horse drawn carriage. The two women were alone in the back of the carriage as it made its way through the countryside. Rose broke the long silence by asking "Do they often have picnics out here?", but her companion stayed silent, staring straight ahead, only occasionally looking at Rose with a blank expression. Rose took the hint and stayed quiet for the rest of the journey.

Finally, they arrived at a clearing, and Rose could see that there were several men there, and a couple of women. Morgan pulled her out of the carriage, and she was happy to feel the soft grass underneath her sore feet. Everybody stared at her for a moment, and then went back to talking amongst themselves. Morgan led her around to a spot near a picnic table, which was empty save for a sheet over it.

Morgan clapped his hands to get everybody's attention. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like you to welcome young Rose here who is the guest of honour at our picnic today."

Everybody clapped politely as Rose nodded, blushing slightly and almost smiling. Morgan smiled at her and nodded. "Yesterday was a very special day for Rose, as she at last lost her virginity - not just to any random person, but to our King himself!"

Everybody gasped in delight and clapped harder than before. Rose looked at Morgan in horror as he pulled a rag from out of his pocket. Holding it up, he pointed to a red streak through it. "As you can all see, although she is of lowly birth, Rose stayed moral throughout her life, until the moment when the King decided to take what was rightly his, and so she was a virgin until yesterday, as proven by the blood on this very rag."

Rose looked down at the ground as the rag was passed around. Some of the men and women looked closely at it in wonder, some sniffed it, and others ran their fingers over it.

Morgan continued, "As Rose did not admit to any actual crimes, despite telling one lie about being an adulterer - but to be fair to her, she was in quite a bit of pain at the time ..." He paused as the men laughed, and Rose shuddered remembering the terror and pain that brought her to the point of saying anything to stop it.

"Rose is from very humble beginnings, as I said. But I am worried that because her womanly charms attracted the attention of the greatest man in our Kingdom, that she will forget that humility. I would ask that you all help me to remind her of her place."

Two of the men stepped forward and took down their pants. The two women immediately came to their sides, and began to stroke their cocks. "The King has requested that she not be fucked by another man, but that she receive a token of your love in other ways."

Morgan ordered Rose to kneel in front of the men, so that one was on her right, and one on her left. He whispered to her quietly words that send a shiver through her soul - "If you don't stay down there quietly, with your hands behind your back, you're going straight back onto the rack. And I won't be as kind as I was yesterday." Rose immediately did as she was told, and looked around at the ring of smiling villains, all intent on her humiliation.

The two women were experts at their craft of bringing men to orgasm quickly, and within a couple of minutes the first man was ready. Feeling the tell tale signs of readiness, the blonde whore increased her speed, and pointed the man's cock directly at Rose's face. In a matter of seconds, he began to orgasm, almost buckling at the knees from the pleasure, as his cum was directed straight into Rose's eyes. Almost immediately, the other man also reached a climax, with the redheaded whore directing his sperm onto Rose's hair.

Rose moved her hands to try to get the sticky, disgusting mess out of her eyes, but Morgan yelled at her to put her hands back to where they were. Cum mixed with tears to make her face quite a sight, as two more men stepped up to take their place in the queue.

The whores repeated their performances three times more each, until a total of eight men had coated Rose's face, neck, hair and dress with their cum. Rose continued to cry until the last man aimed himself at her nose, while Morgan held her head up by her hair.

When all of the men were done, Morgan stood in front of her, rubbing her face, and wiping the cum off her, putting it onto her dress. "Well Rose, have you been reminded of your place?"

Rose nodded her head slowly. "Yes, sir."

"Do you still consider yourself something special because the King had sex with you?"

"No, sir".

"Good. You should always remember that the best work you can do is to be a whore for men like these."

One of the men brought over a strange looking item that Rose could not at first recognise. It was a silver coloured dog collar, which he put around Rose's neck, locking it in place. The first thing that Rose noticed about it was that it was heavy - very heavy. In fact, it was several pounds in weight, and in her weakened state, Rose found it very hard to keep her head up with it on.

"Come on bitch, we're going to go for a little nature walk."

Pulling on a lead that was attached to the collar, the torturer ordered her down on her hands and knees and guided her towards a barn in the distance. Rose ached from the speed she was being forced to crawl, and the occasional pebble that she would step on, but she found the humiliation of being made to act like a dog unbearable. Her parents had hated dogs, and used the vilest terms for them, and now she was collared, on hands and knees, being laughed at by these evil people. The men were rubbing her all over as she crawled, patting her head lewdly, and making comments about her.

Finally, they reached the shed, and someone opened the door. The barn was mostly empty, other than some straw in the middle. As she crawled closer to the straw, she smelt something terrible, and she saw that covered slightly by the straw was a large pile of horse dung.

The men all gathered around as Morgan took off the dog collar, and took a rope and tied Rose's hands behind her back. From a sack, somebody took out a bowl which he showed first to Morgan and then to Rose. It was filled with cut up pieces of banana, from what would have been five or six of the fruit.

Morgan spoke. "My friends, Rose has a terrible fear of that torture implement known as the rack. She spent a few easy hours on it yesterday, but she knows that she will end up on it again if she disobeys. To see just how much she wants to avoid feeling what it is like to have her shoulders, hips and knees torn within her body, she is going to show us what an animal she is by eating this banana," he paused as he showed it to the others, before turning over the bowl and dumping it into the pile of dung, "without the help of her hands. And that means every piece - if any are left she is straight back onto the rack."

Rose looked around the barn, her vision a blur. This was not a choice that she could make. Looking at the disgusting vision in front of her, her stomach began to heave, and she tried to hold back the bile, but even her terrible fear of the pain to come could not make her eat. She looked up tearily. "Please sir, please, I cannot possibly ..."

"EAT IT!" Morgan yelled, his face twisted with hatred. She moved forward, and bent down, grabbing one of the pieces between her teeth. The smell and taste of the dung assaulted her, but she worked hard to overcome it, and swallowed it quickly. The taste was so terrible that she involuntarily crawled away from the pile, crying. Suddenly everybody else in the barn began to laugh. Rose looked up at Morgan who had a big smile on his face.

"Oh Rose, we were never going to put you back on the rack. That was just a little joke, to see if we could make you eat shit!"

The laughter went on, as Rose sunk down to a foetal position and wept. The men and the whores left the barn, leaving Rose lying there, at which time they enjoyed their picnic. During that time, each of the men who needed to urinate entered the barn and used her as a human latrine.

Several hours later, two men came in to the barn and untied her, pulling her into a carriage, and they took her back to her home. There, she was handed her money in a sack, and dumped outside her door, still with the cum all over her, the smell of horse dung and urine covering her, and her dress in tatters. Her final humiliation for the day would be when those who knew her would find her looking like a well paid, messed up whore.