A Gift for the King Page 3

  The attendant led her out of the bath and onto a nearby table, where she massaged oils into her skin and her hair. It felt so good that Lana allowed herself to relax a little bit and enjoy the feeling of the woman’s fingers on her skin. She felt a blush rise over her cheeks when she realized how very naked she was. Lana worried that the marks of Wes’ punishment were still apparent on her backside, and guessed that her bottom was still likely pink. Embarrassment kept her eyes closed so that she wouldn’t know who was looking at her and her recently spanked backside.

  Filled with a deep sense of shame, she opened her eyes when she was offered a towel, and the attendant used another to dry her off. All the while, the woman never said a word, her eyes darting fearfully about Wes and the others as she did her work.

  Lana didn’t ask her any other questions, and did her best to stay silent. It was clear that she wasn’t going to get any more answers here. She wrapped the towel around herself and enjoyed the softness of it and the cover it provided over her body.

  Clutching the towel close, she and the other girls were led out of the bathhouse and down an opulent hallway to a room that looked a lot like a theater. There was a stage in the center, and tiered seating all around. It was dark, except for a single spotlight focusing on an item at the center of the stage. A large table made out of steel stood ominously under the light.

  Upon further inspection, she noticed the table had ties at the sides, with leather cuffs attached. A sickening feeling began to bubble in the pit of her stomach. Wes lined up the girls, and with a strangely intense look, focused on her. He sauntered over to her and grabbed the back of her neck. Roughly he pulled her forward and she stumbled, taking a moment to find her balance as he pushed her in the direction of the table. The other girls were herded away with the blond woman, leaving her alone with Wes. Lana hadn’t seen where they had gone, leaving any possibility of escape next to impossible since Wes was blocking the way they had come.

  “This one first,” Wes said, his voice low and commanding. Grabbing the towel, he whipped it from her body, leaving her stark naked once again.

  Multiple hands came out of nowhere and Lana was quickly lifted and placed on the table. Her arms were pulled high over her head. Struggling, she tried to kick, punch, or wiggle out of their grips, but it was all in vain. She felt the leather shackles tighten on her wrists with a click. Her legs were bent and her feet were placed at the edges of the table. She felt another set of leather restraints clamp around her ankles. The whole thing was like a gynecological visit, without the chair part. She felt so exposed.

  Voices sounded all around her, and she realized that during her struggles, the auditorium had filled with people, all finding their seats to watch whatever show was about to happen. Cold terror flooded through her.

  She noticed another man standing in the center of the arena, who seemed to be commanding the attention of the entire audience. Silence quickly took over the room. Faces locked onto the two of them in anticipation.

  Lana tried to focus on the lone man in the center of the room, so that she didn’t look at all the people in the crowd. Long white hair flowed down his back, almost to his waist. He wore no shirt. His back was layer upon layer of muscle, all of them rippling as his arms rose up to shoulder height. He wore pants that were a simple cream color. Even without seeing his face, everything about him screamed nobility. Every single eye in the audience was on him.

  “Good evening, my great people of Terranovum. We are here to inspect the most recent batch of humans captured from the faraway planet of Earth. As your high priest, it is my honor to perform this duty for you, in preparation for the bidding that will occur tomorrow morning. Please take note of the female that catches your interest, so that you may bid on her tomorrow. Now, without any further delay, I will begin with the first woman brought before you.”

  He turned around, and Lana gasped out loud at the sight of him. His eyes were completely white, with no colored iris, or even a pupil. The visual was entirely unexpected and strangely chilling. He wore a gold band around his forehead that extended to a point between his eyebrows, and the band held a gem in its center that almost looked like an eye. The blue of the gem matched all the ice blue eyes in the crowd, she realized with a shudder. The high priest’s tan skin almost glowed under the spotlight. Strange black tribal-looking tattoos circled his upper arms, surrounding chiseled biceps.

  As he walked toward her, she pulled at her bonds, but it was no use. The restraints were in no way loose enough for her to escape, only to put up a small modicum of resistance. Her muscles tensed, quivering in fear at the events about to unfold. A whimper escaped her lips. Her heartbeat sounded loud in her chest, pounding louder with each and every step he moved toward her.

  The high priest walked to the side of the table and ran his hands over her body, gliding over sensitive skin. Small bumps of gooseflesh prickled across her arms, and all the hair on her limbs raised in fear, intermingled with something else, something that she thought she identified as pleasure. That couldn’t be right, she thought. Rough callused hands brushed over her nipples and she felt them harden in response. Every touch was oddly tantalizing.

  He began to focus on her nipples, flicking and pinching them, and brushing them with his thumbs, causing shocks of desire to shoot down into her core. What was wrong with her? Why was she reacting this way to this cruel treatment?

  He circled the table, settling at the end where her feet were. Lana was excruciatingly aware of the fact that he could see everything between her legs, and she felt her body grow hotter. She began to tremble as she watched him take a long lingering look at her, his eyes zeroing in on what was between her thighs.

  Next, the high priest’s white eyes focused on hers and held her gaze steadily. Once again, she found that she couldn’t look away. His power seemed stronger than Wes’. Her body grew even hotter as she felt his control overtake her small frame. Fiery desire coursed through her veins. Whatever he was doing to her made the urgent need deep within her core even worse, like she could implode at any moment.

  She could hardly think. All this was so new to her. Even in college, she’d still been a virgin and no one had ever looked at her in this way. Her legs began to tremble and wetness pooled between her thighs. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of shock, desire, and confusion, intermingled with fresh lashes of fear.

  Lana jumped as she felt his fingertips trace from her ankles to her knees, to her inner thighs. She tried to close her legs, but her bounds held them too far apart for her to make any significant leeway. His white eyes seemed to capture hers as he once again began to explore her most sensitive places. Gliding his fingers across her moist flesh, the high priest began to smile and circled around the bud where all her desire seemed to center. That single touch caused Lana to release a moan so loud it startled even her. Sliding his fingers down even further, he circled around her vaginal opening before slowly inserting one finger inside, and then two.

  Lana moaned aloud again, unable to control herself.

  “This female,” he began, his voice steady, “is a virgin. Bidding will start at a much higher price due to her value.” He began to pump his fingers slowly in and out of her. Lana arched her back, her nipples hard and her breath shaky, panting in little gasps. She was very near to losing complete control, and she knew that this man was fully aware of it. She felt her hips roll, and another moan escaped her lips.

  The high priest continued to move the tips of his fingers in and out of her, until Lana felt she could hold back no longer. Just before she felt her orgasm overtake her, he took his fingers away and she breathed a sigh of relief, with a twinge of disappointment.

  He smiled softly and trailed his fingers down her wet lips, further down her cleft. Shame rushed to her face as she slowly realized his intentions, where he was going to explore next. He couldn’t mean to, could he? She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut, but he still controlled her with his strange power. No matter how hard she tried to move, he controlled every muscle in her body. His fingers continued to drop further until they grazed over her bottom hole. He circled it, seeing her discomfort and shame and relishing it. Anxiety flew through her, and she whimpered. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, her body didn’t want him to. Wicked, shameful desire seemed to come from deep within her, its source unknown. His smile grew as he observed her reactions.

  “This female is also an anal virgin. Her price will rise even higher.” The priest reached into his pocket and took out a packet of sorts. Breaking eye contact, he tore it open and ran it over his fingers. When he touched her again, she realized that it must have been some sort of lubricant. He returned his attentions to her bottom and she tried to shrink away. Spreading the lube around her bottom hole, he slowly pushed a finger inside her.

  It felt foreign, stretching her in the strangest of ways. After he had worked one finger in, he pulled it out and worked a second in. Lana cried out at the invasion. It was such an uncomfortable feeling, and as the priest pushed his two fingers in farther, he left them there for a moment.

  She was able to look away into the audience since he had broken eye contact. Every eye in the audience was trained on her, on her naked body, and how this man was violating her. Strangely enough, her nipples peaked and her body grew boiling hot, her bottom full with his punishing fingers. Shame passed over her at her body’s wanton reactions. Her heart throbbed so loud, she wondered if the whole room could hear it.

  With a sudden finality, his fingers left her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. Using a cloth, he wiped off the lube and all traces of her. He barely even glanced back her way.

  He walked away from the table, leaving her utterly alone in her humiliation. Her gaze raced across the crowd, embarrassment overtaking her at her wild and wanton reaction to what this man had done to her. She blushed, and wished she would wake up from this terrible dream. Shutting her eyes, she tried to imagine she was somewhere safe, like in her bed back home.

  Rough hands unshackled her arms and ankles, lifting her as if she were but a child. She opened her eyes and realized the man holding her was Wes. Oddly enough, his eyes seemed to contain some sort of warmth rather than the usual anger, like she had passed a test and done well. Allowing herself one simple comfort, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder, not wanting to see the faces of anyone else. Closing her eyes again, she held back tears of frustration at her lack of release. Her pussy throbbed, unused to such attentions, as his strong shoulder muffled her cries. Lana wasn’t sure if they were moans, or sounds of fear. She felt so confused.

  “It’s alright,” he whispered in her ear. “That’s the hardest part.”

  Quickly, he whisked her out of the theater into a room that she hadn’t noticed before when they were led in. Vaguely, she realized another girl was being restrained to the table, and did her best to ignore it.

  Wes lowered her onto a soft couch and untangled her arms from around his shoulders. He left her for a moment, in order to fetch a glass of water. The moment her presented it to her, Lana realized just how thirsty she was. Gulping it down, she felt the spinning emotions in her head calm a little.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hardly audible. Wes knelt in front of her and nodded, placing his hands in her knees.

  “You did well. It was necessary for you to be inspected to make sure you were worthy to be gifted to the king. I chose you especially for him.”

  “Where am I?” she asked, her confusion still overwhelming.

  “We are on the planet of Terranovum,” he said, his voice laden with softness, almost with a twinge of understanding. “I took you from planet Earth.”

  “How is that possible?” She looked back at him, her face painted with disbelief.

  “We put you in a form of stasis for some time during our travel from your home planet. It is entirely safe, and is the easiest way to transport humans while on our ship as we travel through space.”

  Lana looked at him in disbelief. This wasn’t possible. It was insane, too crazy to even imagine or dream about.

  “You’ll understand more with time. I don’t want to overwhelm you even further than you are already. I will leave it to the king to explain everything else to you.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. My advice to you is to do your best to obey any command our people give you. If not, you will face punishment.”

  Wes reached aside and pulled a blanket over her.

  “We will wait here until the inspections are complete. I must go assist with the other girls. I want you to stay here. Keep the blanket over you so you do not catch a chill.”

  She nodded, curling the blanket over her body up to her neck. The soft fleece felt intoxicating over her sensitive skin. Trying not to think about anything she was just told, she closed her eyes as sleep quickly overcame her.

  * * *

  It felt like only moments later when Wes was in front of her again, gently shaking her awake. Confused, she gazed up at him, and he offered her his hand. Hesitantly, she took it and he helped her to stand. She noticed the other girls had lined up, their naked bodies quivering at the harsh treatment they had just endured.

  Wes ushered them out of the room and into what could only be described as a movie star closet. He exited the room and left the group with a team of women with ice blue eyes. When she saw the room, Lana gasped at the sight.

  Racks upon racks of clothes lined the walls, from short dresses to long gowns to even jeans and t-shirts. Astounded, she watched as the beautiful women with ice blue eyes meandered through the clothes, glancing from the lineup of girls and back, grabbing pieces of clothing as they went. A fiery redhead approached her with a shorter dress, an ocean blue lace covering a nude slip. She held it over Lana’s head, a no-nonsense look masking her emotions. Lana decided not to speak and held her arms up as the redhead pulled the stretchy club-style dress over her head. The woman stepped back to admire her decision with a dangerous smile. A sense of foreboding fell over Lana. What else was she being prepared for?

  Another woman brought a pair of nude heels to her, and put them on her feet. Lana was then led to a mirror, where she could see what they had done to her. She gasped softly, surprised at the reflection that stared back at her. She gazed in the mirror, barely recognizing her lush dark brunette hair, shiny and full, her piercing blue eyes accentuated by the blue of the dress. The cloth hugged her every curve, showcasing her tiny waist and full hips, as well as her bust. Her legs looked long and graceful. Her face appeared flushed, and her lips were swollen. She was a vision of sensual beauty.

  Lana looked around to see many of the other girls dressed in finery as well. Some girls wore gorgeous silk gowns, while others wore dresses that looked like they belonged in a club, just like hers. Every girl looked beautiful in her own way. They were lined up and evaluated by the strange women accompanying them, when more men walked in, Wes included.

  “Are they ready to be presented to the king?” Wes said, his voice low. Lana narrowed her eyes at him, trying to understand what was happening.

  “Let’s get them into the throne room and alert him,” the redhead answered decisively, taking one last assessment of her lineup of girls. Nodding, apparently satisfied, she led the line out of the closet and back into the hallway.

  After a series of turns and heading through a few closed doors, they reached the throne room, and Lana gasped once again. The room was huge. High ceilings rose up above them, and floor-to-ceiling windows were bathed in massive dark wine-colored curtains. Ornate carpets lined the floor, all leading to a single throne at the front of the room.

  The throne looked like something out of the medieval era, red velvet lining the seat and back. It was made of gold and stood at least six or seven feet high. Gold thread lined the red velvet, sewn in intricate royal designs. It was a throne indeed meant for a king, and certainly the grandest one Lana had ever seen.

  Lana and the other girls were lined up facing the throne. They were told to stand still and to continue to look forward. She decided to listen for now, but allowed her eyes to dart about, evaluating her surroundings for escape, or some kind of clue as to why they were there. Startled, she jumped when she heard a door open up behind her. Instinctively, she turned to look, but Wes quickly came up behind her and swatted her backside harshly. Lana yelped, as the spank awoke the soreness from her earlier punishment, and she quickly looked forward again, not wanting to anger him any further.

  Wes moved in front of the line of girls and met her gaze. Lana felt like a block of cement came over her, her muscles stiff and unyielding. Fear bubbled through her as he refused to leave her line of sight. His eyes narrowed and an authoritative smirk came across his lips. The warmer Wes from before had seemingly disappeared, to be replaced by someone much more commanding and no-nonsense.

  Voices murmured behind her, and she felt a presence towering over her, but she couldn’t move her head to look. She felt helpless. Fingers touched her hair, moving it aside, baring her neck. The touch glided across her skin, moving past her shoulder and down her back, brushing against her bottom cheeks. When the hands left her, other girls cried out in fear and were quickly reprimanded with harsh spanks. She assumed that they were being touched too.

  Wes continued to gaze into Lana’s eyes, and she still couldn’t move or look away. When a man walked around the line of girls and stood in front of them, Wes finally moved aside and broke eye contact with Lana, releasing her from his mental prison. She gasped as the power flowed away, and she was able to move her fingers. Bowing her head, she began breathing deeply.

  After she calmed, Lana was able to lift her head and focus on the man who stood in front of them. She caught herself before she took a step back at the sight. He was tall, extremely well built, and wore dark blue jeans and a black button-down shirt that did little to hide his wide shoulders, strong arms, muscled chest, and the raw power that seemed to be straining to escape. His brown hair looked intentionally messy, and his face was smooth with a strong jawbone and a harsh gaze, as he stared out at the line of girls. Frighteningly, instead of the blue eyes Lana had gotten used to, his eyes were a bright blood red.

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