The Vanquished

Chapter Two: Firsts

The old woman, Cilla, brings in a basin of warm water for me. "He likes his girls clean," is all she says to me, and I get the feeling that the servants aren't supposed to talk to me.

I wash his seed off me, scrubbing at my skin harder than is necessary. Out the window, I can see that it's already late afternoon. He said he would be back tonight.

The rest of the afternoon passes by sluggishly. Part of me wishes it would go on forever, while another part just wants to get it over with. After tonight I will know what will be expected of me.

And I don't intend on resisting – at least not too much. I saw the way he looked at me when I ran, the way he relished having to hold me down. He likes forcing me and I don't want him to get suspicious of my sudden obedience. So I'll resist a bit, but not enough to get me punished.

Dinner is brought in as the sun begins to set. My stomach is so in knots I barely eat a bite. I pace and sit and pace and sit until I hear Damian's voice outside the door.

"... not to be disturbed this evening," he says.

I was standing by the window, but I scurry back to the sitting area as the door opens.

It's the look in his eyes that strikes fear in my heart. It's cold, unflinching, and unmistakably hungry. He stands by the door, just looking at me. I try not to tremble even though all I want is to sink into the floor and disappear.

He crosses the floor quickly. He rips the robe off me and grabs a fist-full of my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"In the future," he says. "You will greet me at the door on your knees, nude." He pulls my hair back a little bit more and I whimper. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, your highness," I whisper.

He slaps me hard across the face. "We must speak louder if we are to be understood."

"Yes, your highness," I say.

He nods, satisfied, and drags me by my hair over to the bed. "Lie down," he says, letting go of my hair.

I hesitate, looking at the bed and then up at him. "I–"

He picks me up and throws me onto the bed unceremoniously and before I can react, he's on top of me. He rolls me onto my back and pins my arms above my head. He straddles my hips, leaving my legs useless to resist him.

"Do you know what I love about fucking a virgin?" Damian asks in a low voice, and I stare up at him. "The first time you thrust in, and they find out that the first time is not only pleasurable – it is also painful." He smirks. "And most of them actually wanted me to fuck them." He gets a thoughtful look in his eyes and reaches down between my legs. "Although..." His fingers come back wet. "Perhaps you're not entirely unwilling."

And I can't just lie there and let him imply that I want him. So, I begin to struggle; I wiggle my hips and kick my legs and try to free my hands from his grip. It's no use of course, but I have to show that I'm here against my will.

Damian just grins and presses me harder into the bed. "Or maybe not."

With his free hand, he undoes his pants and takes out his cock. I keep struggling, instinctively, terrified about what's about to happen. He simply reaches up to the headboard, where there are cuffs attached, and shackles my wrists there.

Both hands free now, he forces my legs apart. There's nothing I can do to stop him from sliding the head of his cock through the wet folds of my pussy.

"Please don't, please don't," I whimper, helpless against his strength.

"Look in my eyes," he orders, and the way he says it makes me obey. "I want to see."

I didn't expect him to be gentle, but I also didn't expect him to thrust his cock in all in one go. But he does. He forces it in even when it feels like it shouldn't – can't – fit. I cry out in pain, trying to get away from him, trying to kick my legs, as he stretches my pussy.