The Last Princess of Lorrea Ch. 10

Elena folded her arms, her chains clinking, and cocked her head to one side. "No."

Caspian smiled coldly and nodded to the soldier behind her.

The next moment she felt considerable pain. The guard, unbeknownst to her, had struck her legs with the hard sheath of his sword, causing her to cry out and kneel in pain. He quickly reached down and hooked her chain to a protruding iron hook at the edge of Caspian's desk.

"That'll be all," Caspian said to the guard, who turned around and left, the door shutting behind him with an ominous sound that vibrated through the air.

Caspian turned and looked down at Elena, staring into her eyes. Elena, squared her shoulders and stared resolutely back, stubbornly refusing to look away, as she knew Caspian wanted her to. When it became obvious to him after a few minutes, that she wasn't going to break his gaze, he spoke.

"So," he hissed. "How does it feel, Princess, to be chained at the feet of the most powerful man in the kingdom?"

"You are not the most powerful man in Kravaolia - King Henry is," she said with a small smile, as she knew it would incense him.

"Henry," Caspian said slowly, "Is the most feeble heir our bloodline has ever produced. Do you know what you do to the runt of the litter? You drown it. Too bad no one ever thought of that earlier," he chuckled.

"He'll come for me, you know that don't you?" Elena said evenly, looking up at Caspian. She hated the words that she used, as it implied a certain romantic overtone. For her, their union was not much more than a smart contract. Perhaps the romantic sentiment was appropriate for Henry, who was more emotionally involved in their engagement.

"What, come for his whore? I don't think he'll risk his precious neck, the coward," Caspian said maliciously.

"No, come for his queen," Elena corrected quietly.

"You flatter yourself Princess. You'll be forgotten as soon as the next woman spreads her legs before him, trust me," he said, leaning closer.

Elena looked at Caspian. "You're wrong," she said quietly.

"Wrong am I? What, do you imagine that you have some sort of magical pussy, that as soon as a man sticks his cock in you he'll be yours forever?" Caspian asked jokingly.

Elena blushed slightly and closed her eyes, attempting to block out Caspian's vulgarity.

"I'd like to see that for myself Princess, what say you?" he said, still chuckling.

Elena's eyes snapped open as she felt Caspian's cold hand reach under her dress and touch her calf. She clutched her legs closed, impeding his hand from gaining any further access.

"I say no."

Caspian's smile faltered, "You will not deny me," he hissed as he withdrew his hand and slapped her across the face.

Elena took a deep breath before looking back up at Caspian. Truthfully, the slap barely even stung, but to Elena it was a preview of what was to come, that Caspian would escalate things very quickly - and that scared her.

"I will deny you, and continue to deny you - with every fiber of my being," Elena replied strongly, too aware of her trembling hands.

"Then you shall suffer needlessly, like the lowest of whores," he spat grabbing her chin roughly.

"Do your worst, but it doesn't change what will happen. Henry will come for me," she repeated, trying to pull her chin from his grasp.

"Really, you think so? You think Henry will save you from wicked old me? Well, let me educate you Princess," he said, letting go of her chin and taking a step back. Caspian let the cloak slip from his shoulders to the floor, his hands moving to the laces in the front of his pants.

Elena closed her eyes when Caspian thrust his hand into his pants and pulled out his cock.

"Oh no Princess, you will keep those pretty eyes open," he said in a soft voice, as he stepped painfully on her bare feet. Elena cried out, her eyes opening in pain.

He stood before her, stroking his cock, bringing it slowly from it's soft and flaccid state to a fully fledged erection. Elena, despite her intentions and better judgment, couldn't take her eyes off his cock. Even though she hadn't seen many, it seemed to her that Caspian's was quite large- or maybe it was just the circumstances that made it seem larger - no matter the reason, it scared her.

Caspian noticed her terrified gaze and chuckled. "I know you are used to Henry's mediocre cock, but it's high time you experience one of a greater caliber. Quite fitting for a Princess, if I do say so myself."

Caspian advanced on her, stroking his erect member. Elena scooted back as far a her chains would allow. "Open," he said as he stood next to her, his crotch in her face. Elena looked up at him in defiance. "Open your mouth," he ordered, pulling her hair sharply. He rubbed the tip of his swollen cock against her cheek, causing her face to turn a dark magenta colour in anger.

"No," she answered through clenched teeth.

"Open it or I will make you open it, you will not like that- I promise" he hissed, yanking her hair again.

"You can force me to open my mouth, but I warn you, anything that passes my lips... Well, let me just say this- it won't remain whole... I bite, you see," she said silkily, snapping her teeth together for good effect.

Caspian's jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before he released his grip on her hair.

"Of course... Of course," he muttered, stroking his cock. "Where are my manners? A princess should not be tied like this, lying on the hard floor."

He walked away, pausing to manipulate his hard shaft back into his pants. Elena watched him warily, knowing with certainty that he was not finished with her.

"My apologies Princess, we shall do this properly, yes? What was I thinking, doing this here," he said mockingly.

Elena responded with a scathing look.

"Don't worry Princess, I'll have you moaning like a whore in the comfort of a bed by tonight," he said softly, his smile spreading slowly. "Also, I am not properly equipped here for such amorous reeducation - your scandalous urge to bite will meet metal, and not flesh, you'll see, i'll cure you of that nasty habit."

There was a soft knock on the door, interrupting the staring match between Caspian's twinkling, malicious eyes, and Elena's raging, defiant gaze.

"Enter," called Caspian, looking over her head at the doors.

A young boy entered the room bearing a tray of food and drinks, which clattered noisily in his trembling hands, stilling only when he had placed it on Caspian's desk.

"Boy, tell the cook that he is to prepare food for two this evening - and it should be brought up to my quarters. We will dine there, amongst other things" he added as he looked hungrily at her, causing Elena to blush.

"Now be gone!" he said, waving his hand. The boy turned and scurried quickly from the room, closing the door sharply behind him.

Elena snorted softly. It seemed that rudeness ran in the family.

Caspian looked up from the food platter her was picking at. "Something amusing you Princess?"

Elena looked away pointedly, looking instead at the eerie stuffed animal heads mounted around the walls. Her stomach growled audibly. How long had it been since her last meal? More than a day, she realised.

Caspian tore off a large piece of bread from a loaf on the tray and held it before Elena, in the palm of his hand. Elena reached for it, but the chains made her come up a few inches short. Caspian chuckled softly, nodding at Elena in encouragement. As much as she strained her arms though, she couldn't reach the bread.

"You are not unintelligent... think," he said, taking a bite of the bread before presenting it in his palm again.

Elena looked from the half-eaten piece of bread to Caspian's smirking face, trying to fathom his meaning. She scowled at him, when it became clear to her that he intended her to eat from the palm of his hand like some animal. She was not starving, she would not yet debase herself so for a morsel of bread.

Elena shifted around, turning her back on him. She heard him laughing raucously behind her, but she just sat where she was, fuming silently.

Elena sat with her back to Caspian for over an hour, noting the passing of time by the dwindling fire, as Caspian's study had no windows. Caspian was working on something, mostly ignoring Elena, which suited her just fine. When he was feeling particularly bored, he would make some snide comment about Henry's feebleness or what he planned to do to her later that night. Elena managed to tune most of it out, which wasn't as difficult as she thought at first, for she was quite hungry and when one is hungry, one doesn't concentrate well, so her mind wandered freely as Caspian hurled abuse at her.

Elena jumped as she felt something hard nudge her foot, breaking her from her trance. She looked around and saw Caspian behind her, holding two cups. Caspian had obviously nudged her with his foot, as if she were a sleeping dog he intended to rouse.

"What?" she asked haughtily.

"Manners Princess" he warned silkily, handing her a cup.

"What is this?" she asked, ignoring his reproach.

"Just some wine. You must be rather thirsty by now and seeing that the chef sent two cups, I thought it prudent that you have drink before you faint," he said with a smirk.

Elena lifted the cup to her lips, but paused. She sniffed it gingerly, but could detect nothing other than a strong smell of wine. She brought the cup to her lips a second time, and paused again. She looked up at Caspian's watching face, suspicious as to his interest in her drinking.

"No thank you," she said, handing the cup back to Caspian.

"You need to drink," he said firmly.

"I'd rather not be poisoned or drugged by whatever sinister potion you've concocted behind my back."

"My, my - so paranoid you are my dear," he said, taking the cup from her. "Here, i'll prove to you that it's as innocent as it looks," he said, drinking deeply from her cup. "Happy?" he asked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Here, you can take mine, now that i've almost finished yours."

Elena took Caspian's cup and sipped it slowly. After pausing for a minute, she drank more deeply from the cup, draining it quickly in her thirst. Caspian took the cup back, a smile playing around his lips.

Elena didn't like the look on his face. He cocked his head to one side and looked at her in a calculating way.

"Would you like the keys to your restraints?" he asked innocently, holding the keychain within her reach.

Elena looked sceptically back at Caspian, but she wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Elena lifted her arm, but midway it dropped back into her lap. "What's going on?" she asked, her speech slurring slightly.

Elena tried to lift her other hand, but it wouldn't move at all. Panicking, Elena realised that she couldn't move her body at all.

"What..." was all she managed to say before speech too, became impossible. She slumped against the desk, before sliding slowly to the stone floor, her arms stretched above her, the hook holding the chain keeping her at an awkward angle.

Caspian stood towering above her. Elena's terrified eyes looked up at his smug expression.

"Your instincts were right Princess, there was something sinister in the drink, Grudjark root - but it was in the other- mine. I assumed correctly that you wouldn't trust a drink that I handed you," he said with a smile.

"Paranoid royals are so easily manipulated - you know this firsthand of course, that's how this whole war started," he said, a devious glint in his eye. "I told the paranoid King Xander of you Lorreans and your war plans - and he jumped like an animal in training," he laughed, reaching out and running a finger down her cheek.

A tear leaked out of her unblinking eye. "Calm yourself Princess, the best is yet to come," he said, a slight growl to his voice as he slid his hand under her dress, squeezing her breast.

As Elena's vision started to blur and Caspian's voice sounded far away, she tried to fight the drug coursing through her system, but she could do nothing as it pulled her deeper and deeper into the dark oblivion.

The last thing she heard, before she was swallowed whole by the encroaching dark mist, was Caspian's voice, whispering hotly against her ear, "We are going to have such fun, you and I."