Chapter 13
Drako leads me from the room, through the halls of the ship.
The Vikar vessel is much like I imagined it to be.
The fittings are sparse, and there are few points of finery anywhere.
The floors that we are walking on at this moment are a kind of mesh, and if I look down, I can see to the floor below, and the one beneath that.
It makes for a dizzying kind of optical illusion.
We pass a few crew, all of whom are wearing black uniforms with red insignia. They greet Drako with great deference, and avert their gazes from me entirely.
The room I find myself in is not a room at all.
It is a balcony that looks out over a grand space that must take up a good three stories in the belly of this ship.
There are people down at the very bottom, and others on similar railed edges on the other floors.
I imagine that this was set up stadium style so that they could all watch something happen on the lowest floor. A sport, maybe.
I am facing a good three thousand Vikar. I do not have eyes for any of them. I do have eyes for Thor, who is brought out next to us in chains. He has been stripped to his underwear, and he shows signs of bruises and abrasions consistent with either fighting or having taken a beating.
“This is where we sacrifice our prisoners,” Drako declares to a throaty roar of applause from the ship’s crew.
“But today, we will not be impaling this pretty little prisoner on anything other than my dick,” he declares.
The answering cheer is slightly muted, and I realize that many of these people came here to watch us die. It’s not often I decide I hate three thousand guys at once, but I definitely feel a combination of fury and fear that makes my pulse quicken.
Drones fly around me and Thor and Drako, projecting our images onto large screens so everyone can see what is happening as if they were up close and personal. I realize that I am about to be put on public display in a manner I never imagined before.
“We attempted to establish a colony!” Drako continues. “But the Frayer ship made an appearance and was removed from play. Almost all perished, save these two.”
I hear a reluctant sound of something that might be admiration, or at least begrudging respect coming from some of the crew.
“These two banded together and acted as allies when our position was overrun with the vile flesh eaters,” Drako continues. “For that, they have earned some mercy.”
There’s grumbling. I think I start to see the crowd thin. They wanted blood. They’re not interested in how mercy tastes.
“But this man thought he would bring me to Frayer justice,” Drako says, gesturing at Thor.
A roar of disgust goes up at the very idea.
“And in so doing, he got another full vessel of his people killed,” Drako smirks.
A bold laugh goes up around the arena. Oh, yes. I definitely hate this crew. They are here for blood and treachery, and terrible, painful, awful things. They want us to suffer. They want to revel in it. They are not that different than those flesh-eating creatures really.
“And of course, they were captured,” Drako says. “And now they will be punished before you, until we are all satisfied that they have atoned.”
“Don’t touch him!” I shout, suddenly panicked at the idea of what they might do to Thor, and how many things are worse than death. “Do it to me! Do it all to me!” My anguished outburst echoes around the arena, bathing the ears and minds of the assembled crowd.
“Oh, don’t worry, I intend to do it all to you,” Drako replies.
A rough laugh goes up again.
“I will take that deal,” Drako says. “And do not be disheartened, men, because we are getting much more in the way of vengeance than you might imagine. This little scrap of a Frayer girl is more than she seems. She seems coddled. She seems spoiled…”
He looks at me, and something in the moment tells me this is the time to engage with this fucking insanity.
“I am a spoiled little Frayer girl. And I am the daughter of the founder of Weltheim. I am your enemy, and I hate you.”
Drako smirks at me, his smile so broad I almost feel as though I have made him proud. He wanted that moment. He wanted me to reveal my parentage. If he said something to me now I wouldn’t be able to hear it because the roar coming from the crowd is overpowering.
“Enough! It’s not her fault that her father was one of the Frayer bastards who took land that did not belong to him and helped found a cursed city. She is an innocent.”
Again, the crowd grumbles, thinking it is going to be denied.
“And what is done to innocents?” Drako’s voice is strong with that rhetorical question booming out to the audience.
“They are defiled,” he says, to uproarious effect.
Drums start beating somewhere.
“I would have disrobed you myself, but you made that difficult with that knife,” he says while the ship clamors for my ravaging.
“Strip!” he shouts.
I hesitate, but I know if I do not obey, then I will be stripped anyway, and Thor will be hurt. More than he has already been. I know they’re capable of truly terrible, absolutely dark things, and I know that I already agreed to this, though I did not understand how overwhelming it would be.
I start to remove my clothing, and the whole ship goes wild. I take off my top and expose my breasts, and they holler like animals. Then I remove my pants and boots and stand in nothing but a pair of underwear that has done more time on my body than it ever should have had to.
There is a pause from everyone, and then I hook my fingers into the sides of my panties and draw them down over my hips, down my thighs, and finally kick them off entirely with a defiant little flick of my toe.
“You’re a natural,” Drako murmurs to me. “Very good.” I say nothing.
“On your knees,” he adds, for the benefit of the crowd. “And take me in your mouth.”
He is rock fucking hard when he unzips himself, and that thick Vikar cock comes springing out.
He puts a hand on the back of my head and guides me to my work, and I do what I must do.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and I allow him to fuck my mouth while camera drones circle me and display the lewd images of my subjugation to the crew.
Drako pushes himself all the way to the back of my mouth, holds himself there for a moment, then slides free again, allowing me to breathe. He does this over and over, holding himself deeper for longer each time, until I am gasping when he releases me. This pleases the animals of his crew greatly.
“I’m going to fuck you in front of everybody,” he says. “Every single one of these warriors are going to see you stretched around me, not just as a female captive, but as the daughter of the founder of our enemy city.”
They scream at his words, and if they were women, I think they would be wetter than even I am for what comes next.
He bends me over the railing of the balcony, and I dangle out over dizzying heights.
I cannot make out any specific faces really; all I can see is a blur of men and all I can feel is Drako’s powerful hand on my hip.
That is what steadies me. That is what keeps me in place as he kicks my dangling legs apart and presses the head of his cock deep into my pussy, following that first intrusion up with a sharp thrust that makes me yowl.
My sound of apparent pain excites them all. The drones are making sure every sway of my breasts is captured, and my flushed face, even beneath the curtain of my blonde hair, is likewise shown. Then they rotate around and I get to see what my pussy looks like with Drako’s cock deep inside me.
I feel a flush of arousal inside me, my pussy gripping and coating his cock with real lustful need.
This is fucking hot. It’s not supposed to be.
I’m supposed to be a crying, shamed little mess.
And there are some tears in my eyes, and I do feel some shame.
But more than that, I feel pure fucking sexual energy, a kind of wild arousal that makes me part my legs for him, arch my hips over the railing, and take every rough thrust he has to give me.
At first I try to bite back my moans as Drako claims me deep and long and hard. I want to deny the crowd my reactions and pretend this doesn’t feel good, but he has always known how to pleasure me, and that hasn’t gone away just because he is making a public example of me.
“You were mine the first time your pussy wrapped around me,” he says.
“All the running, all the hiding, all the pretending that you have any real interest in that milquetoast Golden Boy, it’s all a lie.
What you really crave is this, Vikar conquest. You need to be broken to a domestic place, bred properly, and kept in your place. ”
He lifts me up from the balcony, spins me around on his cock, and perches my ass on the railing while thrusting hard up inside me. Now we are face to face, and I can see the satisfaction he gets from talking to me that way in front of all and sundry.
I am not going to let it seem as though I am completely cowed, so I bite him as hard as I can, drawing blood in a half-moon crescent on his shoulder. That will remind him of what I am capable of, if the stab wound does not.
Unfortunately for my pussy, the bite only serves to spur him on, and have him fuck me harder, laughing as he does.
There is a general roar of approval both as he bleeds, and as I am rutted ruthlessly, shown no mercy and no quarter.
I can see my pussy being fucked again on screen.
A drone is up between Drako’s legs, and I have a lewd view of his cock hammering my ever more swollen pussy lips.
“They are going to see my seed inside you,” he says. “They are going to know that when your stomach swells, it is with my baby.”
He fucking knows there’s an even chance of me being pregnant with Thor’s baby, if I am pregnant at all. He is saying these things for the benefit of the crowd as much as he is saying them for me.