Lucy Wickshire 151 Chapter Nineteen 6 Warning: Sexual Violence

Princess Lilith screamed and struggled at her captor, who grabbed her out of the water and threw her unto the ground. The sight of her struggling caused the audience in the arena to cheer. Her captor punched the energy out of her and she felt the sky spin.

"Shut up!" he said, "You want'em to come take you away? You be my gold." he said tearing a part of her dress to tie her up. When her eyes cleared, she found out her mouth was stuffed with her wet cloths. Her hands were bound in front of her and her legs were about to be tied. But just then, the captor stopped. He opened them wide and peered between her legs. With a laugh, he raised her dress to her waist to get a better view. He took out a knife and cut open her dress, ignoring her m.u.f.fled screams. When she was stark naked, without even a piece of cloth to guard her dignity, he stared at her body; somehow completely lost so much so, he was drooling.

With his rough and dirty hands, he grabbed her nipple and twisted. The crowd cheered at the sight, while the ladies turned red and looked away. Even though curiosity ate at them, they dared not look, for fear of getting caught doing so. The cheering did not help to lessen their curiosity; making them feel they were missing a show. A show they would not see unless they lost their wits and found themselves in disgraceful places of sin.

The crowd cheered to the hands that had now slipped between her legs and penetrated her feminine fold before entering a rhythm. The cheering crowd caused the princess being defiled to scream through her restraints. Shame like never before enveloped her, as tears trickled down the side of her face.

The captor's actions were enough to stall his prize, as the time wasted had caused some others to gather. They too were so taken by the naked woman, who happens to be a princess, that they momentarily put aside the need to take her back to the arena to get their prize. They were all hot blooded men and had always wondered what it felt like to touch a princess. Especially one that had once been a queen. The captor had untied his trousers and was now stoking his ember. All reasoning had disappeared as he entered her without warning.

The sight of men defiling the princess of Northern Lan was the most excitement the capital had had in a while. The crowd cheered to the men who took turns. Some were even fetish enough tot slice into the skin of Princess Lillith's breast and suck madly. It was a very stimulating sight for some and brutal for others. Most n.o.blemen glanced sideways to see the reaction of the royal family, but each of their expression was something to cause sighs in the hearts of many.