Once upon a time in a far away land,
a littlr girl was held captive by the Duke of Lang.
He kidnapped her three weeks after she was born. For the first ten years of her life, he made her work like a slave and sleep in a dank, cold, musty basement.
When she turned eleven, becoming a women, she slept in his bed. Being deprived of the world and learning, she didn't know what this meant for future years.
He lessened her chores more and more, till she had none.
The day she turned thirteen, she learned why she didn't have to cook, clean, or wash anymore.
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"Come here my pretty Lillith."
She walked to him quickly, but reluctantly.
She had noticed the strange way he'd been looking at her.
"Y-yes?" she asked.
"I want to study you. The way you've grown."
He pulled down her corset, gazing at the exposed flesh. She stood rigid and frightened.
"Yeeessss." he hissed. "A perfectly grown women. Fresh, young, innocent."
He started to place a hand on her breast, but she quickly stepped back.
"Do NOT defy me child!"
WHACK
His huge, fat hand met her tender, soft cheeck.
She began crying softly, he smiled and hit her again.
He threw her to the floor.
"Maybe innocent doesn't describe you. Always with the stable boys. I should have guessed. That's alright, a girl should be broken in before given to her master."
He smiled down at the bruise forming on her cheek. She looked at him confused.
What do the stable boys have to do with this? Broken in? What?
Her mind reeled with richochetting thoughts.
She cried on, another strike, then another.
When she thought the beating was over, he took out his favorite dagger.
"Spread your legs wench." he said panting.
When she didn't do as he demanded, he pulled her dress up and pried her unwilling legs apart. "I'm going to show you what it means to be a women." he whispered in a hoarse voice. With that said, he took the dagger and smoothed it across her soft inner thighs. He loved that she was shaking uncontrolably and crying for someone to help.
He cut deeply into the untouched flesh. Blood cascaded down to the floor. She screamed in pain, that only made him harder.
She tried and tried to close her legs, but she was limp and weak against his grotesque, fat figure. He pulled off his trousers, exposing his hot desire.
He grabbed her tiny wrists and made her touch the firmness of him. He moaned in delight. He ran his hand through her blood and tears, wiping it over his manlihood. Just when she thought it could get no worse, he plunged into her. Hard and fast it she was battered and bruised. When he was spent he left her unconscience on the floor.
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She awoke several hours later, confused,
her body stiff and sore. The memories came flooding back along with a fresh wave of tears.
"WHY!?" she yelled into the empty room.
As if cued, one of the stable boys, Mark, came in.
"What the...?" He ran to her, appalled at the sight of her. Blood stained and crying. At first he didn't know who it was, but upon coming closer, he recognized the usually beautiful face.
"OH MY LORD!! Are you okay?" he asked quickly. She wanted to move into his arms for comfort. She managed a feeble 'no'.
"What happened? Who did this to you?"
"Th..the..Du...du...duke." she stammered
He looked at her wide eyed and disbelieving.
He could believe his own father did this.
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Submission Name: Not So Happily Ever After
