The Prisoner And His Slave – Part 1

The king wished his precious wives and daughters to be served only by the most beautiful virgins in his lands so by royal decree his agents were always on the look out for beautiful young girls to be trained as slaves and servants for the royal women. These girls were denied clothing, required to bath and clean each other daily and never allowed to succumb to their sexual urges. Denied access to the company of men from a young age and watched closely by the matron they were to be raised in abstinence and were never to pleasure each other or themselves.

Unlike other cruel rulers before him this king had no interest in these young beauties, for you see, it was his belief that the divine gift that bestowed upon the king the right to rule and his supposed immortality would be squandered if he made love to anyone but his own blood. So most of his cruelty was reserved for his wives, who were all the children or children’s children of his own lineage. He had the most gifted physicians and alchemists caring for his herd, weeding out the weak and the male children at a young age. His faith in his immortality had made him exceptionally cruel in his sexual needs, he was grotesque and driven by an insatiable lust. Some of his queens, were just as depraved as him others unwilling victims of his need but all of them treated the young slaves even worse than their master treated them.

Despite all of the kings outward acts of cruelty there was one secret act that few knew of. He had in his youth overthrown his father to take the crown, the old king had been kinder to his subjects more loved by his people. Fearing that if he were to spill royal blood, the immortality of his lineage would be taken from it, he had kept his father imprisoned in the dungeons for many decades. Leaving him to age and rot, without food or water, tied to a pillar, in a dark corner of his castle. The matron was tasked with providing one slave girl who would wash and bath the old king, she was never told who he was or allowed to speak to the old man, she was never to feed or give him water. The slave girl who was tasked with this job was to have no contact with anyone else after this point and would spend the rest of her life caring for the old king.

Elena was captured and brought to the castle as a very young girl, she had cried for several nights and then finally one day just stopped speaking. She went about her chores and stayed to herself, she neither looked or spoke to anyone. The matron had taken note of this, thinking that if the current girl attending the prisoner were to pass on, this would be the ideal girl to take that job. It had been less than a year since Elenas capture when the older slave died of sickness as many girls did, not being allowed to cloth themselves, many would succumb to the death cold often brought.

She was called to the matrons chambers and told that from this day forth her duties would be different and that as a reward for her faithful service all she would be required to do was care for one person. She was also told that she would no longer be allowed to see or be with any of the others. Elena merely nodded and asked what she was to do next, the lack of hope in her voice was unmistakable, the matron found this reassuring, yes this girl would do just fine.

Elena was to told to go the furthest tower where she will find a gate with a giant padlock, she was to use the key provided to her and enter the dungeons. She was told there was only one prisoner and since the king had many other prisons around his kingdom no other shall ever be held there. She was to go make her bed in one of the chambers within the dungeon and was allowed to take the little possessions she was granted. She was to leave the dungeons only once daily to make her way to the pantry where she would be fed and afterwards could wash herself, she would remain naked and was not to bring anything back with her to the dungeons.

Elena was granted the use of a blanket as the cold walls of the dungeons were claiming too many slaves recently. She was almost happy to hear this. She didn’t care for the company of others and it seemed like at least in the dungeons she would be free of the watchful eyes the matron and the cruelty of the royals.

Elena did as she was instructed and soon found hers behind the closed dungeons doors. At first it was difficult for her to see anything but as her eyes slowing adjusted to the darkness she could see that this was a small dungeon with but a few chambers and no doors.

She saw that the corridor in front of had chambers branching off to the left and right, she walked down the path before her as the cold enveloped her naked body, she held the items she carried even more tightly. There was no other sound other than the sound of her footsteps on the rock floor. She expected to hear at least the faint sound of breathing, nothing. She saw that the previous caretaker had made her bed in the first chamber to the left and noticed that one to the right was longer with a gate at its furthest end. she placed her belongings among those of the previous occupant and walked towards the closed door.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, the noise was almost deafening in the dead silence of the dungeons. Her heart was beating wildly as her eyes scanned the room and that is when she saw it, or him. There was a tall, thin man tied to the furthest wall with chains, his arms tied above his head and his head bowed in what seemed like slumber. She fully expected the body to stir but not even the intrusions of sound in to this deathly silence incited a stir.

She approached the motionless body trembling now more from the anticipation than the cold. It was a man, a naked man, his face was covered with a beard but the rest of his body was on display. Her young yes roamed his frail figure passing over the sagging skin and his bony torso, lowering to his manhood, gasping as she looked upon it. It was surrounded by a wild growth of hair but she could make out its head nestled with the tangled mass of hair.Something stirred within her, she had unknowingly aged since being brought to her new home and now exposed to new sights, unknown sensations were rising within her.

She slowly approached the hanging man, careful to seek any signs of life or movement. As she stood but inches away from him she looked at her womanhood and then to his, as if trying to figure out what was supposed to happen when a man and woman united.

Before she knew it her hands had stretched out to part the hairs and were coaxing the organ underneath to reveal more of itself. It was surprisingly soft and larger than she had expected it to be. She lifted it, to look underneath it, and was amazed to find what looked like to eggs covered in the skin of a turkeys neck. She was fascinated and reached out gently to feel the texture for herself.

The moment her fingers wrapped around the balls, the old man stirred, his arms rattling the chains he was tied to. She quickly retreated a few steps, suddenly fearful. The old man seemed to awaken from his slumber and gazed upon her with the most intelligent eyes she had ever seen. He tried to smile, as if to assure her that he meant her no harm, she didn’t know why but she realised that she trusted this man.

The man tried to speak but his body it seemed lacked the ability to produce anything more than a croak. She gazed even more intently at him trying to understand what he wished to say.

He looked at her and then to a rag on the floor, then he looked at a corner of the wall. He repeated this once more with great effort, she understood she was to take the rag and do something to it in the corner. She picked up the rag and walked to the corner, trying to discern what his request required of her. She didn’t notice it at first but soon realised there was a damp spot on the wall, it seems water was seeping in from the grounds.

She quickly understood what was required of her, she placed the rag against the damp spot and tried to absorb as much of the moisture as she could.

When the rag was sufficiently damp, she took it and placed it the old mans lips. She noted the touch of his skin on hers and suddenly felt very aware that she was naked. Her breasts were heaving slightly now and her nipples were inches away from his chest. She repeatedly wet the rag as best as she could and then wringing the cloth to squeeze the moisture on to his waiting lips. The old man smiled again and she understood this to be his gratitude.

His eyes seemed to now open a little more freely and he looked at her more closely. For the first time, in a long time Elena was feeling shy of her nakedness. Her hands absently, folded in front of her tired to add to her modesty. The old man gestured for her to come forward, when she had placed her ear right next to his mouth, her hands resting on his chest trying to put some distance between her naked body and his, she could barely make out his words.

Thank you my darling, you have an old mans blessings. His voice was stronger than his body and its was having a powerful effect on her body too. She could feel her body telling her to lean closer to his, to feel the touch of his skin on hers, to rest her head upon his shoulders. Her fingers trailed lighting through the tuft of hair on his chest. The old man groaned slightly, his eyes closing to the pleasure of her touch, he did not speak but her hands it seemed were bolder than the rest of her. The reached down towards this manhood and grasped at it. It barely moved but you could sense the heat that was trapped within this once mighty organ.

She rested her head on his chest and continued to stroke his cock, she did not care wether it was his wish to be held this way, she need this and she was not waiting for permission. They stayed like that for what must have been hours, thill the grumbling of her stomach reminded her that she need to feed.