but I realized that I could not do it. Raising her head, she found that instead of the clothes lying right there on the chair, she was wearing a narrow tight leather bag that covered the whole body from toe to neck. In addition, she was tightly wrapped with wide leather straps, and a large rag gag was inserted into her mouth, which could not be pushed out because of a tight strip of cloth wound on the lower part of her face.

“Still, I found it, you bastard,” the princess thought bitterly, and she suddenly became frightened.

She was lying on a narrow wooden bed without a mattress. Nearby stood an ordinary rustic chair, on the back of which hung her clothes, only all torn. There was no one in the room, only the candle in a bronze candlestick standing on the table was quivering alone.

It was a deep night. The girl understood this from the black window. So, they didn’t take her far away. And what? Anyway, the search will take a lot of time, if at all, Brodeau and his sons will look for her.

There was a noise outside the door, and Milard entered the room. His face was red with frost and beaming with pleasure, fresh snow on his shoulders was white. Throwing his fur coat straight to the floor, he cast a mocking glance at the prisoner, and his eyes flashed with the familiar gloating fire.

- Well, what, bitch! - shouted the young man - Understood, with whom grappled?

Not wanting to please this ogre with disgusting lowing, Ilma turned to the wall. But Milard was different. Jumping to the girl, he grabbed her chin and turned her around.

- Look at me, slave! - he shouted and hit the princess several times on the cheeks, - Follow the order, rubbish! I am your master, and you are nothingness, slavish offspring!

He yelled, not silent, and lashed his face until he broke his blood. Ilma began to choke, and Milard tore the bandage off her face and with a force pulled the plug out of her mouth.

It became easier, and the girl sighed deeply. Taking a breath, she looked at the young man with a grin. He caught her eye, but said nothing. Going to the table, he poured himself a full glass of wine and drank in one gulp.

- Do you want? - as if nothing had happened, he asked Ilma, - The wine is good, only cold.

“No, thank you,” the princess answered without losing her dignity.

“You forgot to add the word" lord, "Milard said with a smile.

“I answered as I thought necessary,” the girl replied, trying to speak calmly.

- Are you fucking? - the young man grunted and walked to the door, - Doctor to me!

An old man appeared in the doorway and bent over in a courteous bow. Throwing him a disgusting glance, Milard nodded at Ilma:

“We had a little fight here.” Look what is there.

“Yes, my Lord,” the old man made a bow again and walked to the prisoner in small steps.

After examining her face and wiping the blood, he said it was okay, and quickly left the room.

“We start off in the morning,” Milard sat down in a chair. “You’re gagged again, so if you want to tell me something, now is the time.”

“I don't need anything,” Ilma turned back to the wall.

“As you know,” the young man shrugged. “Then just listen to me.” You lost. It is a fact. You can argue, give any arguments, but I overcame you. You are my slave again. True, not for long.

- Are you going to sell me to the brothel? - Touched the girl.

“I'm going to execute,” Milard replied with a malicious smile. “As the daughter of a king, I don’t need you anymore.” Alive. But, if I execute you, then these people who “crowned you” will lose the idol they still pray for. So, it will be better and safer for me if you die.

- Interesting, - the girl made a dreamy face, - What kind of penalty did you prepare for me? Knowing that you are a monster and a sadist, I suppose that I cannot see an easy death.

- Guess, - the young man drained another glass, - You are a slave.And runaway slaves are executed in a known way - impaled. But the spectacle, I promise you, will be excellent. And now I advise you to sleep a couple of hours. The road is far. You will need strength.

The wagon quickly rolled along the path trampled down by thousands of feet and hoofs. The wind swayed the canopy, but the cold was not felt. The snowy deserts and the ice-bound rivers were left far behind, replaced by coniferous forests and black thalatin fields. Sad picture of the winter of the Middle Sea. But in this harsh nature had its own beauty.

Together with Ilma in the cart were two dark-skinned slave servants. Their duties included following the prisoner, feeding her, helping her relieve herself. The girls were so silent that the princess thought that for this purpose they cut off their tongues. But when she heard them talking quietly, she realized that she was wrong.

The slave herself could not speak. All along the way, her mouth was firmly plugged with a gag and wrapped in a wide strip of coarse canvas. They pulled out a rag only during the meal and hung it on the crossbar to dry, but after feeding it was again pushed into the meekly open mouth and wrapped with a bandage.

Milard and his men rode alongside the cart, guarding their cargo from prying eyes and providing non-stop movement. Sometimes one of them drove closer and looked under the canopy. Slaves, eyes flashing, turned the head of the prisoner and showed that everything was in order. Nodding with satisfaction, the man drove off and took his place in the ranks.

A place to sleep was chosen carefully. Milard did not want to stop near the edge of the forest. Apparently, he was afraid of the robbers who attacked the caravans in order to plunder the peaceful merchants. They were not interested in silk and tableware. Raiders pleased food and wine. Well, and if for some reason young girls were in the caravan, there was no limit to joy, regardless of whether they were slaves or free citizens.

Contrary to the rules of slaves are not forced to cook. This dealt with a hefty fellow with an overgrown thick red beard face and evil colorless eyes. He made a fire and hung a huge cauldron of water on it. Having gotten all the necessary things out of the wagon, this big guy began to work so deftly with a knife that Ilma glimpsed in his eyes. Soon, from the boiler began to spread a delicious smell, and the whole company, including the slaves and the princess sitting in the bag, sat down around the fire.

The black “nannies” tied their wards to the wheel and released her mouth. Sitting on both sides, they took in their hands a huge bowl of brew and no less huge spoons. The food was delicious, but Ilma ate by force, only so that these supervisors would not poke her with their sharp elbows and beat them with spoons on the forehead.

Milard did not get into the business of maids, and to his soldiers at the beginning of his journey, on pain of death, forbade all sorts of jokes and chuckles. Once, on a halt, he pulled away the whip of one guy only because he helped one of the slaves to get into the wagon. From then until the very end of the journey, this soldier kept his distance and was even afraid to look towards the black women.

After eating, the slaves shook Ilma out of the bag, after they had her mouth shut, and were taken into the woods or bushes, where they allowed the girl to sit down and empty. They were followed by two guards, keeping their swords naked in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Returning to the wagon, the girls again pushed the prisoner into the bag, dragged him into the cart and tied to the hooks that had been cut into the floor, almost completely immobilizing her. After a little chatting about something in the incomprehensible Ilma dialect, the girls threw off their dresses and began to passionately embrace and kiss, patting each other on their thin buttocks.

And here began the real feast of the flesh. The girls, inflamed to the limit, fit the "jack" and began frantically caressing languages. They squeezed and smacked so loudly that sometimes the cries of soldiers were heard outside that they prevented them from sleeping. The slaves subsided for a few minutes, chuckling wickedly, but then it all started over again.

Once the mistresses, briefly looking up from their work, they decided to check what their ward was doing. Noticing ... Read more →