Raped
"Leave us alone." He instructed the guard who left the room behind them.
"Come closer, beauty. Why are your legs dancing? Come dance for me on the bed." The lustful werewolf said to her as she had shaky legs out of fright.
"What is your name?" Lord Damien asked as he hovered around her and locked the door, which scared the life out of Marian.
"Marian." She replied.
"Daughter of a pariah? Or a pariah?" Lord Damien asked again while caressing her neck.
"A pariah." She replied in a bitter voice. Lord Damien begins to slip off her dress from her body as he takes out one hand off her shoulder.
"Such gorgeous beauty. Whose daughter are you?" Lord Damien asked her as he licked his lips.
"Daughter of Oprah Lugan. My father will tear you pieces and suck your blood." Marian replied with confidence.
"Such confidence. I love bold and courageous girls like you as pets. But what a waste if I don't sell you off to the duke of Slorian." Lord Damien instilled fear in her.
"The du…ke… of Slorian?" Marian stammered as the words escaped out of her mouth.
"Get into bed." Lord Damien instructed her.
"Master, you have a call from the central republic."One of Lord Damien's men said to him as he got out of the room.
"I'll be back, get her ready." He instructed the guard who slapped Marian earlier.
After thirty eight minutes, Lord Damien is back.
The room is dark, the lights are turned off.
Lord Damien can hear some mumbling sounds. He is not surprised to know why he is hearing such sounds. He turns the lights on and sees Marian laying on the bed with her hands cuffed to the east and west sides of the bed edge. Her eyes are closed with a blindfold which keeps her sight dark.
Her mouth is closed with a tape which makes her screams to be heard as mumbling sounds. Her legs are tied to the bed poles with her pussy widely opened. She can't do anything in this position but to keep shaking and mumbling.
She hears a sound and knows that someone has come in.
"Mmm…mmmmm…." She keeps struggling with herself as Lord Damien just watches her.
She looks weak as her struggle is feeble. He wonders for how long she has been in this position. He looks at his right side and sees some other tools such as spanking chairs, clitoris clamp and other tools.
He begins to undress as himself as he flings his clothes on the floor. He pushes the box of tools away which means that he doesn't want to use them. He wants to keep this fast and quick.
"Remain still, it'll be quick and not painful." Marian hears a masculine voice say to her. She mumbles some unknown words which Lord Damien knows are words of pleas, begging him to let her go but he doesn't want to hear them.
He knows that each time he does things like this, after they plead with him, they will insult him and rain curses and abuses on him. Whenever he is angry, he always has rough and aggressive sex with ladies who fall victim to such situations and sometimes, he even kills them. He removes his boxers and strokes his dick when his phone rings. This is what he hates the most! Whenever he is in a serious business, he doesn't want any disturbance. He ignores the buzzing of his phone and climbs into the bed when he hears some noises at the door.
"Master! There are some unknown men fighting our guards outside!" Gregory hastily reported.
"Kill them if you have to or capture them. I don't need to tell you what to do." Lord Damien replied in fury as he bent over to Marian's bosom.
"They are dressed in royalty and have overpowered us! We are not safe here, we need to go!" Gregory sounded, as a matter of fact, very urgent.
"And what about the girl?" Lord Damien asked Gregory with bloodshot eyes.
"Leave her behind! We have to run for our lives first! Let's go now!" Gregory replied as he pulled Lord Damien's sword and handed it to him. They both rush to the door as Lord Damien turns to look at Marian, who is weak and bruised severely.
"I can't let her go. She is coming with us." Lord Damein replied as he went over and threw Marian's clothes at her.
"Hurry up!" He instructed her but she is too weak and feeble to do anything let alone, get up properly.
Gregor sighed as he went over to help Mairan dress up and take her by the arm, dragging her out of the room.
"Why do you insist on saving this one?" Gregor questioned Lord Damien but one cast of look from him made him silent.
"There is a boat waiting for us at the river bank, we need to hurry up before they reach here." Gregor informed as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him while Marian was being pulled on the floor with a rope, bruising her skin by the rough and stony ground as her blood made a pathway after her.
They arrive at the river bank and see a boat. Immediately the sailors spotted them, they on the boat engine and helped them get in after which they sailed away.
Not long after they began to sail, the crown prince arrived at the river bank and looked at them.
"Go after them. Don't let anyone escape, dead or alive, bring them to me." He instructed his men as they nodded and turned around. The crown prince made a step as he matched something. He bent down to look at what it was and noticed it was a necklace with a pendant on it.
He picks it up and wants to open it to see what's in there when Amali comes up to him.
"Your highness, the boat is ready to sail. Let's leave now."
"Okay." The crown prince replied as he closed the pendant in his palms.
"But… your highness, these people are not our people. Why do you want us to go and save them?" Amali asked the crown prince.
"Is running a slave establishment legal to you?" He questioned Amali rather.
"I know but…"