In The Beginning, Chapter 127

**TRIGGER WARNING**

The girl hovered at the doorway to the bedroom, unsure if she was supposed to wait until he had dismissed her old master's son. She was not sorry he would most likely die, if not in the coming battle, she was sure the prince would find a way to get rid of him. She had only seen the prince twice before, but both times he had made his disdain for her master’s children obvious. Well, most of them, he had been kind to her son, and had taken him to train as a warrior for the King when he turned five, she had been allowed to keep one girl, the other had gone to the other prince. She had only met him once, when he came for her child, the girl was just three, but her master had promised she was well taken care of and would not become a favour until her fifteenth year. Both times she gave birth to girls she feared one or both would be given to the goat, she had tried to help a girl he got pregnant not long after her master chose her. The poor girl had been ripped apart; her lady area was damaged so badly by the goat's sick perversions the baby got stuck. At least once a month she still had nightmares, she would hear the girl's back snap, as the creature inside her used its hooves and horns to tear her apart from the inside. Her master had held her as she sobbed, and scrubbed the blood from her hands, she was glad when the baby was given away. The prince spotted her, waiting, the bathroom had no door, a precaution against a slave hurting themselves, so she couldn’t hide, or pretend she had not heard anything. The prince smiled, begrudgingly impressed, maybe there was a reason beyond her looks his brother had favoured her for.
“I told you to get on the bed, naked. Why are you still dressed?” He asked her, her eyes dropped to the floor, if there was one thing his brother had excelled at, it was psychological programming, and she was very well trained.
“I apologise your majesty, my old master demanded no one but him see me nude, I do not know your rules, but I will learn them if you would tell me.” She replied, unclipping one of the chains covering her nipples, placing it on a table by the bed before removing another. She was delaying as much as possible, the goat was actually drooling as he watched her, she had caught him watching her often, when his father was unaware. He had tried to catch her naked in this very room, multiple times. She was sure he waited outside the door when her master had requested her, he somehow always knew, she had passed him many times lurking in the hallways of her master’s many homes. “Leave us, you have siblings to find.” The prince instructed.
“Does Zeus know you claim the title of King?” The goat asked, his displeasure obvious.
“I do not claim to be anything I am not, I am King of my children, the only pure vampires. We are perfection! Imperfection will not be permitted in the King’s new world.” He smiled; the goat stomped his hoof aggressively but left without another word. “You are testing my patience!” He snapped at the girl, she quickly removed the rest of the jewellery and her scarf, and she got on the bed. Unsure of what he wanted, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, praying she didn’t displease him. None of the other favoured had been permitted to keep a child before, would he take her daughter away? She tried not to shake in fear as he ran his cold hands over her skin, she couldn’t help the goosebumps that appeared, under his palm. Her old master had always warmed his skin before requesting her, her new master didn’t care about her comfort it seemed.
“I can do anything you want master; just tell me the scenario you wish to play.” She attempted to sound seductive, like she had been taught as a girl, but her fear made her voice waver, the prince's hands paused.
“Hmm, anything?” He asked with a sinister smile that made the poor girl mute with fear, so she just nodded. He grabbed her left arm and leg roughly, pulling her closer to the centre of the bed. She didn’t fight, but the fear in her eyes made him hard. He forced her onto her stomach on the bed, quicker than the girl could process he had her hands and legs chained, so her limbs were spread wide, her face and stomach pressed into the bed as he climbed on top of her. “THEN I WANT YOU TO SCREAM!” He bellowed in her ear as he forced himself inside her, she hadn’t prepared herself, as her old master preferred to watch her as she made herself ready to receive his sword. She felt something tear as he drove inside her again, her tears and screams of pain seemed to spur the prince on, he ignored the blood she could feel slowly seeping down her thighs, as he continued chasing his own pleasure. Just when she thought she would pass out from the pain, he removed his erection from inside her, and plunged it into her back passage. She screamed in pain and began heaving through her sobs. The pain felt like he was impaling her internal organs, everything cramped and contracted to try and force the invader out. All she could do was cry, and beg him to stop, never realising her screams turned him on. Every wail of pain was pushing him closer to his release, he had learned long ago that his particular proclivities required pain, and resistance, for him to truly enjoy himself, and destroying the thing his little brother held so dear, was giving him the best orgasm, he had experienced in decades. The girl was close to passing out, her voice failing after screaming for so long, her throat was dry and scratchy. She might have laughed under different circumstances, who would care about a sore throat while their master was treating them so harshly, all she could do was cry. The prince was too busy admiring the flawless dark skin of her back, dark skin was so disappointing to whip, he thought to himself, the paler the skin, the more vivid the wounds. Although, dark skin does scar more dramatically, he began silently debating how to best leave his mark upon her, and the other women held here. He had already castrated half of the male slaves, they were just another hole to fuck, after all, the biggest and most attractive of them, had been sent to Asclepius, his knowledge of human anatomy had made him an expert at breaking those that needed it, or began having thoughts above their station. The prince ran a hand over the smooth skin, picturing a design made of scars, Asclepius had been creating them for years, but the prince had never commissioned a piece before. The girl’s back would be prefect for a large piece, the prince decided, finally aware her cries had quieted, he grabbed the tips of her braids and yanked her hair back hard. She immediately screamed, her soft sobs becoming loud wails as he forced her head back, he yanked her hair again, needing more of her pitiful cries for mercy. His hips thumped against her harder, she felt bruised, from her ass to her knees as his thrusts increased in speed, she prayed it would be over soon. The prince’s increased pace was forcing her blood to spread up his stomach, drawing him closer to his release. The girl was in so much pain she started begging him to kill her, pushing him over the edge, she cried and pleaded as he filled her with him cum, her begging only stopping when he finally rolled off of her and she finally passed out. The prince, seeing an opportunity, grabbed the phone, that was actually part of the ship’s intercom system, and dialled the head attendant. “Send whichever favour is closest to Goldie here.” He chuckled as he hung up, he didn’t bother cleaning up or moving as he lay in wait for the unassuming girl, the anticipation of her shock and horror when she entered was making him hard again. It didn’t take long, the one in amber was barely more than a child, her eyes went wide with terror as she entered the room, the attendant had already locked the door behind her, but she pulled on the door frantically none the less, trying desperately to escape. The prince pressed his body against hers, smearing her with her friend’s blood while chuckling at her fear. “I will hurt you if you don’t shut up and tend to me!” He laughed in her ear. The girl froze, terrified of the prince, she had only been with her old master once, before he died, and the woman on the bed, bleeding and possibly dead, had told her what she needed to do to please him. She had helped her avoid the whip and had been given the rank of favoured because of it, but her many years with their old master had not helped her with their new one, the girl thought as she forced herself to face the prince.
“How- how can I tend to you my- my prince?” She asked, he smirked as he led her to the bathroom.
“Who told you to address me as your prince?” He asked the girl as he led her to the tub. “Run the water and add some oils.” He ordered, she set to work immediately, glad for something to focus on rather than the prince, and the body close by.
“Yes, my prince. The house I grew up in, we were trained to speak a certain way, act a certain way, and taught how to be of use, when we were old enough.” She replied, she had been on the ship a month, since leaving the home on the eve of her sixteenth year, she had been told she was to be a gift, to someone who had pleased the king, but first, she would be given to the prince, so he could take her maidenhood. She would have been far away from here, with another man, if she had not listened to the woman’s advice, she thought bitterly as she prepared everything for the prince. Ignoring her he climbed into the water, splashing a lot of it onto her and the floor, making her squeal in shock.
“Wash me.” He ordered, so she found a washcloth and soap, and began washing his hand, the blood had seeped under his nails, the water in the bath already tinged red by the amount on his body. The lather on the washcloth was turning pink as she scrubbed at the stains on his fingers, she felt like it was on her hands too, staining her skin also. “What did my brother tell you about his plans, my plans, or my father’s plans?” The prince asked her, as she tried to ring the blood from the washcloth.
“Nothing, my prince. I was only given to him so he could take my maidenhood, I have only been here a month, and only saw him the night he... made me a woman.” She replied hesitantly, the prince couldn’t contain his mirth, his brother had always liked order. Lists and categories, he was obsessed with them, I supposed it would be considered OCD or something now, the prince thought absentmindedly. He had been digging through his brother’s many holdings, finding properties he had hidden from his father and brothers. The remote locations, and money spent on security and how little his brother cared for children, had led him to believe they were nurseries of some kind, or schools, he would have to check the girl’s record to be sure.
“What is your name?” He asked softly, she was sure he meant to sound kind, and get her to trust him, but she felt like she was in a cage with a wild animal that could strike at any time.
“When my old master chose me, I was given a colour, our old names are abandoned, in favour of our new status. My colour was Amber.” She explained, the prince’s eyes went to the stones dotted over her body. The colour suited her, the prince had to admit, it brought out the same colour in her eyes becoming a darker, richer brown the further from her pupil it got. It looked pretty against her dark brown hair, she had it pinned up on her head, with dozens of gold and amber pins. So young and innocent, he thought with a chuckle, only one time, and she was still mostly human, she hadn’t even fed yet. The one on the bed had, a while ago too, he could tell by the blood, he could also tell she had been born human, and not one of Zeus’ children. The one in front of him was, maybe a granddaughter of one of his brothers, the spark was gifted, not taken, probably the mother, he could tell no more from her scent and appearance.
“Go clean up the one on the bed... What was she called?” He asked, though she suspected he knew.
“She was named Golden by our old master, but... my prince... is she not dead?” Amber asked, shrinking back instinctually, exactly as he had predicted.
“Not yet, but it is a punishable offence to disobey the crowned prince!” He lunged at her, dragging her screaming back into the bedroom by her hair. She did not know he was the crowned prince, but she knew the penalty for disobeying, she begged as he dragged her on her knees to one of the bedposts. Her hands were in chains before she could get away, he tore the scarf from her back roughly, exposing her flawless pale skin. His erection was throbbing as he picked up the leather cat o’ nine tails, he let the hardened strips pass through his fingers before he brought it down heavily on her spine. The pale skin erupted in bright red welts instantly, spurring him to stroke his turgid member as he continued. He separated skin from bone as he pleasured himself, the girls screams drowned out his grunts and groans of pleasure, until he sprayed her wounds with his seed. He found himself disappointed she had passed out before he had finished, making barely a whimper as his come slid into her slashes. He sighed as he walked over to the phone, hoping it wouldn’t get boring, or crowded before he made his way through the rest of the women, and trying to decide who to summon next.