The Bounty of War

[glue]

This is REALLY good, nice idea and cmpletely unique. i think you might have a brilliant mind

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[iambic]

Originally Posted by glue

This is REALLY good, nice idea and cmpletely unique. i think you might have a brilliant mind

Haha well thank you! That's quite the compliment

Alright, so... I kinda realized this little story of mine could be divided into two parts. It was Unintentional, but not detrimental. Chapter 6 is the last chapter in Part one, but before I start part 2 I figure I should throw in a little interim chapter, because everyone can appreciate something extra.

These take place before Laney arrives at the Deloy castle, and are more of a survey of the characters than they are a plot-advancing passage.

So, without further ado...

Chapter 6.5 - the lives of captives.

Since the first day of his captivity Prince Wasvian had become increasingly comfortable with his role as the Queen's pet. Indeed, his role had become official, or as close to it as it could be. He was always collared, and his living quarter's remained the small cage next to the Queen's bed. And he was nearly always naked - the few times he was clothed (for whatever reason) he actually felt less comfortable, a paradigm shift from his pre-captivity sentiments.

The Queen was, for all sakes and purposes, a dominatrix, yet a benevolent one. His lashings, spankings, and other torments were always followed by her holding him in her arms lovingly, stroking him up and down his naked body. The Prince loved it - he would lay his head on her breasts and they would simply sit there silently. He was completely carefree and relaxed in these instances, and she was happy to have someone to obey her completely.

In fact, there was little the Prince had to complain about. Although he did eat from a bowl on the ground, the food was actually exquisite - cooked by the royal chefs who were always finding some clever way to serve fine cuisine through a dog bowl. Although water was his usual drink, he would sometimes be privy to wine. He was a lightweight for sure - a few glasses and he was drunk, prompting the Queen to laugh at him as he struggled to keep his balance (it's hard enough to maintain while tied, let alone when wasted), and would punish him for being "such a hopeless drunkard". He could take a lot more punishment when drunk, and she would dole out extra in turn.

Although he was tormented in a variety of ways, and there were times when he felt that he could take no more punishment, the Queen never truly hurt or maimed him. The red marks or the slight bruises would fade with time, and she had her limits as well. She never cut him - one time she whipped him too hard and made him bleed a bit on his arm. She stopped, and actually apologized to him - the only time she ever did. He was surprised and assured her it was fine, and she could continue if she wished, but it was over for that night. Eventually, he realized she hated the sight of blood, but he was still glad to know she cared about his well-being in a sense. There was no scat play either - he shat in the outhouse like everyone else. He assumed she didn't like the site of feces either, but then again, who does?

Piss, however, wasn't taboo. He found this out on his first trip to the dungeon, which occured a few days after his initial capture. The dungeon was deep below the main floor of the castle - a dark, dank place where he could be sure to receive punishments that would test and push his limits. He wasn't sure as to the dungeon's purpose - did anyone actually get tortured on a political basis down here, or was it the queen's lair for her own amusement? Either way, it was like his second home. Whenever they began to descend the stairwell his mind would swell with ideas of torture that caused him to sweat in fear and swell in excitement. It was a rush of conflicting emotions that made his pet life sooooooo worth it.

There were a number of devices that he became accustomed to. there were several stocks, a rack, numerous chains that he would hang from by his wrists or one or both ankles, along with ropes, paddles, feathers, whips, cuffs... it was quite a set up. As previously mentioned, his first trip to the dungeon was the first time he pissed himself since he was a toddler. He remembered walking down to the dungeon, leashed with his wrists tied behind his back and blindfolded. He wasn't gagged - he usually wasn't, unless the Queen found his moans or laughter or whines to be particularly annoying. When they reached the dungeon, she removed the blindfold, and before he had time to take in his surroundings, she laid him down on the rack. She took his bound wrists and attached a them to a rope at the top of the rack, then did the same with his ankles. That's when the torture began.

He had never recieved such tickle torture. He was completely immobile - if she chose to tickle him somewhere, he would receive the torture on that same spot until she decided to move. The entire torture lasted... well, he really had no idea, but it seemed like hours. There wasn't a spot she didn't tickle, starting with his neck and working her way down his armpits, torso, genitals, thighs, legs and feet. She would pay extra attention to his feet, which she knew were especially ticklish - she would tickle them all over, soles and instep, in between his toes, his heels... everywhere. he would cry out with unfettered delight and beg her to stop - she would simply chastise him for doing so ("who do you think is in control here, anyway?") and continue.

Worse yet, she was able to flip him onto his stomach, and would do so when she saw fit. He was no less ticklish on his ass, near the back of his neck, and anywhere else she couldn't reach when he lay on his back. The back of his knees were probably the most ticklish spot on his entire body - he would literally squeal when she tickled him there, much to her amusement.

At one point, he was on his back, being mercilessly tickled on his feet... or was it his armpits? He couldn't remember - at that point he could hardly tell, as he was so involved in his torment that it all seemed to blend into one ticklish hell. Although he was hard, he remembered suddenly losing all control of himself - his muscles spazzed out and suddenly he was pissing at an angle into the air, which landed straight on his chest, and dripped all over. She stopped, and he began gasping for air
"oh my." she said, stone faced.
"I'm.... I'm... huh ooo huh ooo..."
"No need to apologize." She departed to some unseen part of the room (He didn't even bother to look - he just stared into the air in pure ectasy), and came back with a towel. She dried him lovingly, untied him, and carried him over the shoulder back into her room.

They never had sex though. He didn't know whether he expected to or not - Was he that sort of slave? He wouldn't have been opposed to being used like that. Not only would he have loved to have intercourse with someone as beautiful as the Queen, but he also felt as though doing so would be a beneficial treat for her as well. He knew she and the King rarely made love, and she was most likely sexually unsatisfied as such. He had recieved handjobs and a few blowjobs before, but these were his orgasms, not hers.

One night he laid in his cage after a full day of torment. He was bound in his cage, asleep, with a cloth gag covering his entire mouth. The Queen was asleep too - or at least, he thought she was. He awoke to the sound of his cage being unlocked, and looked up. Although it was dark, he saw the figure of the queen in her nightgown, and saw her remove the lock and drag him out by his feet. She laid him on the ground on an open space on the floor by the foot of her bed. The light was better here, as the moon's glow fell through a window above the bed.

And then it happened. She stood before him, and removed her nightgown. She was completely naked, and for the first time he saw her unclothed body. She was gorgeous - her black hair fell on her beautiful shoulders, and her breasts looked perfect on her slight frame. Her legs were strong, and sultry... every part of her looked gorgeous.

She removed his gag, and then stood with her legs on either side of his head, and then bent down.
"eat me." she whispered, and a fraction of a second later he went to town. He wasn't bad, apparently - she moaned softly as he licked her all over, doing his best to not fail his mistress. Her breathing became more and more frequent and audible, and she began to rub her breasts and nipples. She would also rub her cunt as he ate her out, and eventually she came in a rush of orgasmic fury. She very nearly screamed as she did, and the Prince was euphoric at the end of it. He had pleased her in a way he never had, and felt prideful that he had. Yet she said nothing afterward - she simply regagged him and put him back in the cage.
"Good night, slave." she said before returning to bed. Her words were neutral, yet her tone spoke volumes. He had never been so happy to be her slave.

That was two nights before Laney freed him - he did not have another chance to experience such joy before his unwilling departure.

...

Valespoir could have been considered a slave as well, yet not in the same sense as the Prince. V was property of the King, although he would never admit it and was not happy to be relegated to such a role. The room he had been tortured in on the first day turned out to be his room. He was at all times collared and leashed to a hook in the wall, yet the leash was long enough for him to access all parts of the room, including the small bathroom (I won't go into how bathrooms worked in those days, but let's just say it involves a bucket). He was usually alone, which was fine by him, as it was the way he preferred to live the majority of his life whether free or not. He would read the books on the bookshelf, train the rats he found living in a hole in the wall, or simply sit and think about his situation, life, adn the fate of the two kingdoms. He was quite the lothario as well, seducing the maids who had come to clean his room. It was the best way to keep his sexual appetite appeased, and although having sex while chained to the wall was weird, both participants learned to deal with it.

He was always naked, aside from the underwear. At times, the guards would enter the room, shackle his wrists to the chains hanging from the wall, remove his garments and bathe him. At first he would struggle against the guards, regardless of the fact that he was under some form of bondage through the whole ordeal and that they outnumbered him 3 to one. He put up a good fight, but they would always have him shackled in the end, and they would usually torment him a little as revenge - squeezing his naked genitals to get him to cry out in pain, gagging him with a dildo gag and laugh at him, or tickle him all over. Eventually he stopped struggling, and only one guard would enter. The torture stopped when he stopped struggling as well.

The King would also enter at times. Although Valespoir was sure he had made some headway with their brief conversation after the first torture session, his intuition proved to be wrong. The King would enter silently, and simply begin torturing him for information. "Why did you betray the kingdom?" He would ask while twisting Valespoir's nipples. While he would wince in pain and moan, Valespoir simply said nothing. He just couldn't tell his old friend why, and this infuriated the King. Tickle torture would turn into harsh whipping and spanking. The King would pull on his legs and Valespoir would yell in pain as he felt his wrists and arms begin to pop. He was sure that the King's rage would overcome his love for his old friend, and that he would die as a result. He never did though - he never even lost consciousness, although he would feel extremely sore and worn afterward and into the next day.

One night, the guard came in to bathe Valespoir, and he went through the usual drill, allowing himself to be chained and cleaned. The guard had put a gag on him as well - it was unexpected as he did not struggle at all, but Valespoir made no effort to express his discomfort at being gagged - it would have been useless anyway. What was more curious was the fact that after he was done being bathed, the guard left him there, naked and hanging from the wall, dangling inches above the ground.
"MMM MU MMM MM MU FI FEE" he cried as the guard departed the room, his vain attempt to tell the idiot he forgot to untie him. The guard didn't even look back, and just left. Valespoir began struggling to get down or at least remove the gag, but succeeded at neither.

An hour later, the King entered, and Valespoir's heart sank. He had never been tortured this late, and the fact that he was gagged caused hm some worry - how did the King expect to get information if he couldn't talk? Max walked straight up to Valespoir and stared at him. Valespoir stared down, without making a sound.

The King began to run his hand up and down Valespoir's legs, and the warrior couldn't help but evince a soft moan of undesired delight. The King massaged the warrior gently, and V felt his dick start to get hard - it was out of his control. The King had expected this, and put his hand into the bucket of soap water the guard had left. He wet his hand, then placed it on Valespoir's penis.

Valespoir was shocked at what he knew was happening. The King was going to... jerk him off? Indeed, his suspicions were confirmed as the King slowly began to massage his hard dick, up and down. He suddenly began to go extremely fast, bringing extra attention to the tip of his cock.
"MMM!" Valespoir gurgled as he threw his head back. the king had his glance set directly on his task, and continued to jerk.

a few minutes later, Valespoir came, harder than he had expected to. Warm come flew into the air and landed all over the carpet, Valespoir... and the King's hand and arm. The king let go of his now flaccid dick, and washed off the semen with the water. Valespoir began breathing heavily and hung limply from his chains as the king left without a word.

From then on, the King stopped torturing him for information. He would still come to V's room daily, sometimes for hours at a time, just to talk with him. They would sit on the edge of the bed, or in the two chairs, and discuss things. Sometimes they would reminisce about their childhood and adolesence in "The great and honorable kingdom of Wasvia", their swordsmanship training in the city, or their conscription into the army. When they weren't reminiscing, they would discuss the books Valespoir had read, or the state of Dexter, Mandark and Dee Dee, the rats Valespoir was keeping in a small cage. He trained them to do all sorts of neat tricks, much to their delight. The affairs on the battlefield rarely came up, although Valespoir knew from the maids that Deloy had only amassed more victories.

Even rarer topics of discussion were the King's current affairs. Valespoir knew little about the Queen, who he had never met before he moved to Wasvia. He knew she was a citizen of a village miles from the castle, near to where a battle had taken place. The two of them fell in love quickly and soon got married, yet that was all he knew. He never talked about her personality, her likes and dislikes, their sex... anything. Sometimes they would have a laugh at how the Prince had become her pet, and both of them would laugh uproariously as they agreed how pathetic he was, but that was it. The King also never discussed his ambitions for after his assumed victory. These were the topics Valespoir was particularly interested in, yet he never asked about them. If the King wanted only to have conversations with him, that was fine.

torture didn't stop completely though. The King assured Valespoir that he was "still a prisoner of the great King" (the sarcasm made Valespoir roll his eyes), and he would bind him in a number of ways before torturing him. Tickling was still the king's favorite, and it was probably the best way to get to the warrior. He would thrash about helplessly as the King would tickle him all over. If one were aware, they would notice many similarities between the Queen's torture of the Prince and the way the King tormented Valespoir. both had extremely ticklish feet, and both royal leaders would prey on this weakness. Valespoir, however, never wet himself as a result of the torture, although he did come close once. He wondered if the King stopped before V could - was he trying to save him from that embarrassment?

the other tortures continued as well, although V was never taken down to the dungeon (he wasn't even aware it existed). The King would still pry for information, but he did so half-heartedly and Valespoir never told him anything he didn't already know or could understand. "It doesn't matter Max" or "Please stop Max" were the only sorts of things Valespoir would say - it made the King mad, but it didn't increase the amount of torture. He just accepted it and continued before coming to an eventual end.

The Prince never thought about how great freedom would be - Valespoir, on the other hand, contemplated it. He actually did have a nice life here - he was with his friend, and had actually forged a sort of relationship with some of the guards, maids, and other staff. He was respected by them - they knew he was a warrior, and whenever he left the room (at the King's discretion, and usually with the King) he was dressed in fine garments that made him seem like a guest of honor rather than a prisoner. He was privy to fine dining, the likes of which he never got in his military rations. He also enjoyed the books he read and enjoyed the time he spent with Max - he forgot how much he cared for his old friend, and he loved when they would get drunk together and roam the castle for inebriated debauchery. He He would remind himself, however, that he was a warrior. His life was a volley of free fucking, hard drinking, battles and his own sort of philosophy. He would roam the country, go where he pleased and do what he wanted, riding horseback from one town to the next, returning to the castle only to fulfill his obligation to the Wasvian King.

Despite his romantic longings, however, he had to admit - being the King's prisoner wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. At times, it was actually... pretty damn good, he grudgingly had to admit.

Good thing, too - his freedom didn't come when the Prince's did.

[molten man]

Pretty long post but good continuation!!