An Unsavory Night

Jacob swiftly guided me upstairs to our chamber. Once inside, he pulled me into his embrace, attempting to ensnare me within his grasp. In a moment of instinctive self-defense, I delivered a forceful kick to his shin. A pained grunt escaped his lips as he doubled over, granting me the opportunity to flee.

Quickly slipping off my shoes, I sprinted through the extravagantly decorated corridor. I approached the majestic staircase. I suddenly collided with the wall, sending my head reeling. Jacob grabbed me firmly, his face flushed with what seemed like an intense inner fire.


"Guards, apprehend the princess and escort her to our chambers," he commanded, his voice laced with authority.


The two guards, with a hold as firm as solidifying concrete, promptly apprehended me, ushering me towards our assigned location. It was clear that Jacob was attempting to compose himself once more.

Upon entering the chamber, the guards unceremoniously propelled me forward, sealing the entrance with a resounding click. My mind became a tempest of trepidation, for the room offered no solace in the form of windows or avenues of liberation. The walls appeared to tighten their grip, ensnaring me like a feral beast ensnared within a beautiful prison.

My mind frantically sought a resolution, my cogitations racing against time. How might I disentangle myself from this predicament? The repercussions of my rebellion loomed ominously, poised to confront me under the shroud of nightfall.

The door unlocked. My heart pounded within my chest, akin to a bird yearning to break free from its confinements. I instinctively retreated, akin to a startled feline, as he entered the room. His smile exuded an air of cool reserve.

"Darling, was such an act truly necessary?" he inquired, his tone dripping with condescension.
"You seem to believe that a mere kick could inflict enough harm for you to escape.”
“ Alas, that is not the case.”
“Stay away from me."

“Tonight, a captivating aura envelops the atmosphere, igniting a spark within your being.”
“I am enthralled by such spirited essence, particularly when it emanates from a woman.”
“However, this enchanting state of affairs shall undergo a profound transformation this very evening.”

He gracefully approached me. His movements reminiscent of a nimble deer, I deftly evaded his embrace. In response, Jacob emitted an otherworldly growl, a testament to his inner turmoil.


"I implore you to maintain your distance," I firmly declared.


Alas, before I could even contemplate my next move, Jacob forcefully pressed me against the wall. The excruciating pain surged through my body, akin to a searing gunshot wound. Despite my desperate attempts to break free, my arms remained immobilized, ensnared by an invisible force. The weight upon my legs rendered them motionless, impeding any escape.

Gasping for precious air, my lungs seemingly betrayed me, as his unyielding mouth pressed against mine with the hardness of a stone. Suppressing the urge to scream, I valiantly bit my lip.

My very breath was choked away, his hand constricting my throat, until I found myself sprawled upon the floor, lifeless and barely clinging to the realm of existence. A flicker of admiration danced within his eyes.

"Tonight you possess a fiery spirit.”
“I find that quality enticing in a woman.”
“However, rest assured, it shall be extinguished before the night is through."

Jacob gracefully lifted me as if I were weightless, gently placing me upon the plush bed.


"Much better," he murmured, his hands gliding effortlessly over the fabric of my dress.


With a swift and elegant motion, he skillfully undressed me until I was left only in my delicate panties. The discarded corset and dress fell to the floor, their significance diminished in his presence. To my surprise, a vibrant crimson sash emerged from beneath the pillows.


"What shall you do with that?" I inquired.
A mischievous smile danced upon his lips as he replied, "It shall find its place within your mouth, my dear."


Gently, he slipped the silky sash between my lips, securing it tightly behind my head with a knot that left no room for escape. The smooth fabric silenced my soft cries. My futile attempts to break free were met with futility, as he expertly bound my wrists with another sash, restricting both movement and blood flow. The cool air caressed my exposed legs as he unveiled the bed's covers, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

The sash, both alluring and terrifying, glided effortlessly over my skin as he parted my legs. Though I attempted to resist, my feeble kicks were met with only a tighter embrace, as he skillfully fastened the sash to the bedpost. Suddenly, his lips pressed roughly against mine, jolting me into a heightened state of awareness.

I endeavor to liberate myself from the shackles of this predicament, yet I recoil in agony as they constrict with an unyielding grip. It felt as though my entire being was engulfed in an inferno. Undeterred, he continued to bestow upon me his passionate kisses, while his hands ventured upon the contours of my chest.

I could sense the pulsating rhythm of his manhood as he persistently caressed my breasts. Muffled pleas of cessation and denial escaped my lips, but alas, I knew what awaited me next, and I found myself bereft of any means to resist. Commencing with the removal of his shirt, I endeavored not to fixate upon his impeccably sculpted chest and muscles.


"It appears that someone appreciates the sight before them," he remarked, to which I attempted to convey my dissent, only to find the gag in my mouth plunging deeper, stifling any potential response.


While he loosened his belt, I strained against my restraints with utmost futility. His trousers cascaded to the floor, and the oppressive pressure upon my waist inflicted searing pain throughout my entire being, depriving me of breath. My head spun from a callous, emotionless kiss, while his frigid hands traversed my form. A shiver coursed down my spine as his icy touch trailed along my hips. I could discern his readiness to consummate our encounter.

Leaning over me, I trembled as he tantalizingly brushed his manhood against my femininity, as if to tease and assume my acquiescence. Attempting to distance myself as he delicately maneuvered his hands towards the delicate fabric of my undergarments, I felt an overwhelming pressure as he tightened the restraints.

Before I could even gather my thoughts, he forcefully positioned himself between my legs. The moment his manhood penetrated my most intimate depths, an agonizing scream escaped my lips.


I desperately tried to utter the words "Please stop," but my voice failed me.


With each thrust, an excruciating pain coursed through my entire being, rendering me utterly defenseless and powerless to resist. His pace quickened, intensifying my moans of anguish.

"Do not pretend that you are not relishing in this," he arrogantly declared.
"Any woman would consider herself fortunate to share a bed with me."

The force of his movements grew stronger, causing my thighs to ignite with a searing sensation. Eventually, he reached his climax, leaving me trembling as his essence trickled down my leg. Or was it blood? A sigh of relief escaped my lips as he withdrew, though I stifled a cry of agony. He removed the gag from my mouth.

I mustered the strength to utter, "You are a coward."
Perplexed, he retorted, "How am I a coward?"
I responded, my voice laced with defiance, "You resorted to restraining me to fulfill your desires."

Methodically, he proceeded to untie my legs, followed by my arms.

"I am no coward if that is how I choose to engage with my partners," he asserted.
Tossing a nightgown in my direction, he commanded, "Get dressed."

I arose from my position on the bed, only to be greeted by an excruciating pain that coursed through my body.


"Forgive me, have I inadvertently caused distress to the delicate princess?" he sneered, for I had expected a much greater resilience from you."
"Rest assured, my strength far surpasses yours," I retorted with a hint of arrogance.

However, in that very moment, he struck me forcefully across the countenance. I remained steadfast, refusing to yield.


"Only a feeble-minded boy, terrified of disappointing his esteemed lineage, would dare to treat women in such a despicable manner."


Once again, his hand met my face, this time pressing me against the wall, his grip tightening around my throat.


"I shall treat you as I please, for you are but my possession, bound to obey my every command."
"I belong to no one, least of all you," I defiantly declared, even as his grip on my throat grew tighter, his other hand seizing my wrist.


With a cruel twist, I heard a sickening crack, and a cry of pain escaped my lips as my bone snapped. I refused to shed a single tear in his presence. I stood tall, meeting his gaze head-on, and with a surge of defiance, I spit directly into his face. Enraged, Jacob forcefully pushed me towards the bedpost, where he proceeded to bind my hands.
From the dresser, he retrieved a whip, a tool that promised nothing but agony.


"Prepare yourself, for this shall inflict great suffering upon you," he warned, before the crack of the whip echoed through the room, followed by the searing pain that lashed across my back.


I fought to stifle my cries, enduring each subsequent strike with unwavering resolve.


"Maid, come forth and assist the princess in her preparations for slumber," he commanded.


A maid emerged from the parlor; her countenance filled with shock upon witnessing the state of disarray I was in. Swiftly, she untied the knots that bound me, and I nearly collapsed in her arms. Supporting me, she guided me toward the sanctuary of the bathroom.

Upon arrival, she gently guided me to the plush couch, where I was laid down with the utmost care.


"Please hold on, my lady," she whispered, before disappearing to prepare a soothing bath.


Moments later, she returned with a bucket of wine and a soft washcloth, her delicate touch sending shivers down my spine.


"Please turn onto your stomach, my lady," she instructed, her voice filled with empathy.


Once the washcloth contacted my skin, a sharp sting caused tears to well up in my eyes.

"I am sorry, miss," she apologized, her kindness radiating through her every movement.
"No, it is not you," I reassured her, grateful for her gentle touch.
"You have been exceedingly kind."


She continued to tend to my needs, she offered, "Would you like me to draw a bath for you, ma'am?"
Overwhelmed with gratitude, I replied, "That would be divine, thank you."


Jacob strolled in with an air of superiority, a mischievous smile adorning his face.


"Pray tell, what is it that you desire?" he inquired, his voice dripping with condescension.
"I believe I heard the sound of your tears, my dear," he continued, feigning concern.
"I surmised that you were in need of solace."
A flicker of disdain crossed my countenance as I retorted, "Certainly not from you, I assure you."


His audacity knew no bounds as he replied, "Is this truly the manner in which you address your beloved husband?"
I stood my ground, unyielding, and replied, "If you persist in treating me with such contempt, then yes, it is.”

A sinister glint danced in his eyes as he warned, "I would exercise caution in choosing your words, were I in your position."
I scoffed, unafraid, and retorted, "Pray, what will you do?”
“Inflict more pain upon me?"


With unwavering resolve, I declared, "No matter what torments you subject me to, I shall remain unbroken."
"We shall see about that," he sneered, his voice laced with a hint of menace.

"I shall retire to our chamber, and I expect your presence once you have tidied yourself," he commanded, his gaze lingering on my disheveled appearance.
"You look positively ghastly," he remarked, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Indeed, thanks to your malevolence," I replied, my voice laced with bitterness.

With that, he sauntered away, leaving me to my thoughts. As I sat in the opulent bathtub, the water turned a murky crimson as the blood trickled down my legs. I fought back tears, the scalding water exacerbating the pain from the whip's cruel lashes. It felt as though my entire being was engulfed in an unquenchable inferno. Once I had mustered the strength, I struggled to rise from the tub, my body weakened by the ordeal.