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TRIGGER WARNING APPLIES TO THIS CHAPTER – LEMON

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The next morning, Sky was awoken by the gentle prodding of something cold and metallic on her foot. She drew her legs up quickly and wobbled slightly as she sprang into a crouch, staring with wide, alarmed eyes at the bottom of the divan at first, then frowning in confusion at Lasl. The maid was standing where she had leapt about a metre away, the fire poker held in a pitifully useless 'defensive' position in one shaking hand. Sky's mouth twitched at the corners, but she managed not to laugh, instead forcing her amusement into a very strained smile which Lasl warily returned.

"Can I help you?" Sky choked out, after taking a moment to compose herself as best she could.

Lasl observed her a little longer before slowly relaxing her guard and placing her 'weapon' down on the floor beside her where she could snatch it up again should her mistress launch into the attack unexpectedly.

"You didn't eat your dinner last night, miss."

Sky shrugged, "I inexplicably lost my appetite." A flash of sympathy appeared briefly in Lasl's dark green eyes, but then she busied herself folding the furs and carrying them back into the bedchamber, calling over her shoulder, "Breakfast is on the sideboard, miss. Please eat some of it at least, or you'll be naught but skin and bones soon. The King doesn't like skinny women."

The threat – though not from Lasl herself – was clear enough. Sky went to stand, then groaned and fell back on the cushions. Her entire body ached terribly. When she looked down she winced at the large, finger shaped bruises beginning to form on her hips and ribs. Her cheekbone where Thorin had hit her felt tender and swollen; she touched it with one hand and fingered a thin line of dried blood. She hadn't noticed that at the time. It must have been inflicted by one of his rings.

The smell of eggs, sausages and fresh bread reached her nostrils and she breathed it in deeply. Her stomach growled demandingly and she decided that – traumatic event or no – she had neglected it long enough. The sausages were unlike anything she had eaten before. They weren't beef but most certainly were not pork, or even lamb.

"Lasl," she asked the maid as the latter bustled around straightening the pillows and lighting a new fire in the hearth, "What are these sausages made from?"

"Venison I think, miss," came the distracted reply. Lasl went to the wet room and returned with the dress which had been left on the bench the night before.

"I can't figure out where all those bits go," commented Sky, shoving an entire egg into her mouth, then chewing and swallowing quickly as a look of disapproval crossed the other woman's face. "Come here," Lasl sighed; Sky put down a piece of bread and dragged her sore, battered form over to her. Within moments the collar was strapped too firmly around her neck and Lasl was doing something complicated with all the strange and seemingly rogue strands of material at her back. "It is my job to dress you in the mornings and generally present you in whatever way the King orders. You may call on me if you require help redressing after a… session. There you are. All done, miss." Sky's hands reached up to loosen the leather around her neck, but the maid stopped her, saying, "That's as loose as it can be, miss. You'll get used to it." She sighed and collapsed back onto the settee.

The sound of the bolt sliding back and the door opening drew the curious gaze of Lasl and the instantly alert one of Sky. Kili strode in, growling at the maid, "Get out." She curtsied to them both, shot an apologetic look at Sky, then fled the room. Sky stood warily, rounding the couch so it was between her and the dark haired dwarf.

"What do you want?"

"Now, now. Is that any way to address your prince?" Admonished Kili, swiping the remaining half of a sausage and biting into it. "You don't act like one," Sky replied sullenly. He frowned at her, placing one foot on the wall behind him and leaning against it. He took another mouthful, speaking whilst chewing, "And I suppose you know how a prince should behave?"

"I have a general idea –"

"Do enlighten me," came the terse response. His dark brown eyes had hardened, and he glared threateningly at her. She just glowered right back, stating, "I was told rulers – and potential rulers – are meant to be kind, compassionate, just and honourable. And intelligent," she added as an afterthought, staring pointedly at Kili. He scoffed, "Ouch. That was a bit below the belt."

Sky smiled sweetly at him, "I can do a lot worse with 'below the belt' as my target."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Do that again and I'll have you flogged."

"Do that, and the next time you come here alone I'll slip a blade between your ribs!"

He had pushed himself away from the wall and was in front of her before she could bat an eyelid, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her firmly into him. He had trapped her left arm against her side, his free hand coming up to snatch her right as she instinctively raised it defensively.

"Be still, and listen very carefully," he said in a soft, controlled voice, "I have no doubt that you might be able to kill me, or Fili, or even Thorin if you really wanted to and were given the prime opportunity to do so. But once you had done the deed, what exactly were you planning on doing next? Even if the guards did not bolt the door after us, even if there were no sentinels outside that door, you would not get further than the middle level. Erebor is heavily fortified and – as I am sure you already noticed when being escorted here – it is almost a labyrinth of tunnels, staircases, hallways and chambers. You will be caught, tried and executed within the space of a few hours. And have you really forgotten so soon those girls you were so eager to save? What do you think will happen to them? Nothing good I imagine."

He traced her lip with his finger again, raising an eyebrow in a silent dare for her to repeat her usual reaction to it, but she just stared at him.

"You may think you know how a prince is expected to behave, but I know how a mere consort is meant to conduct herself." He released her and stepped away. "She must, first and foremost, obey orders without question." Sky folded her arms and met his eyes rebelliously; he chuckled. "Any form of defiance will be met with disciplinary action," he warned. "She must learn to respect her betters," he said, circling her casually until he was behind her. She turned to face him, but his hands on her shoulders spun her again, working on the straps Lasl had finished tying only a few minutes ago. "She will serve them in any way they wish of her," he murmured in her ear, releasing the leather around her neck and letting the garment drop to the floor before reaching around to cup both of her breasts in his large hands. "And she will do so without hesitation."

She stood stiffly in his grasp, fists clenched in an effort to refrain from using any of the multiple techniques she could effectively perform on him in this position. "In the end," he whispered, dropping a hand between her legs and making her flinch, "you are still just a whore and I am your prince. You have to do whatever I say, or the barbarian girls will suffer for it…. after you yourself have been sufficiently dealt with of course." He pushed hard on her clit and she gasped in pain, lifting instinctively up on her toes in a futile attempt to get away from it.

They were interrupted by the door opening once more.

"Uncle," Kili greeted, all but throwing Sky aside; she caught herself on the back of the divan, wincing at the slight burning sensation she could still feel as an echo of his abuse.

"Nephew," Thorin's curt reply resonated pleasantly in Sky's eardrums. She hated when it did that; hated liking anything about him. He was a monster and she had been lucky so far in having yet to incur his true wrath.

"We had the same idea it would seem," commented Kili, removing his gloves, dropping them on the floor and beginning to work his belt buckle free.

Thorin shook his head, "Indeed. However, I am afraid you will need to leave now and attend to Fili. He is in a council meeting and sent a retainer to request your presence. I told the messenger that there was no need as I was already heading up here myself." Kili shrugged, "He can make do without me."

"Kili," the older dwarf growled warningly.

"Uncle, I was in the middle of –"

"NOW!"

He actually jumped slightly as Thorin's command cracked through the air like a whip, but he quickly composed himself again and scowled. "Pick up my gloves, salrûna," he snarled at Sky, who swiftly obeyed, though when she saw his – comparatively – tall frame blocked the King's view of her, she made eye contact with Kili as he took his gloves from her and gave him a furtive wink. His eyes flashed at the open, defiant mockery, but before he could rebuke her for it in some way Thorin cleared his throat pointedly and Kili pivoted on his heel, all but storming out of the room.

Sky swallowed nervously under the eldest Durin's scrutiny, all confidence and rebelliousness gone, vaporised in his presence. She sensed he was patiently waiting for something and experimented with a deep bob, hands clasped together at her belly button, "Your Majesty." He inclined his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement, then moved toward the bedchamber, calling her to come with him without looking to see if she was following. They both knew she would. She had already learnt the day before that disobeying him was not an option. Not the smart one at any rate.

When he turned to speak to her after halting in front of a table with leather straps in the far corner of the room, she made sure to be right there behind him. He nodded in approval, then ordered her to lie down on the table, which she did after only a brief moment of hesitation. She fought desperately to make herself stay still as he tied her wrists and ankles down so that she lay spread eagled on the wooden surface and tried not to panic when her vision went dark, caused by the blindfold he had tied over her eyes.

"Let us begin."

Once again she focused on her breathing, keeping it even, calm, controlled…. Despite her fierce concentration, or perhaps because of it, she flinched violently at the first touch of just his hands on her skin, running surprisingly lightly over the bruises and down to her legs and feet. "Easy…." His baritone voice had impossibly dropped an octave further, reverberating in her skull and the entire room.

"Easy now…. Relax."

'Breathing…. Focus on breathing…. In…. out…. In….. ou –'

The air exited her lungs in one big whoosh as a crack echoed around the chamber and a burning line appeared on her thigh. Another crack and another burning sensation, this time on the softer skin of her stomach. She released a little whine but otherwise managed to stay silent. Thorin hummed, long and low, and an involuntary shiver swept through her prone form in response.

"You are doing well. Considering how easy it was to arouse you last night, I was under the impression your skin would be too sensitive to withstand much pain of any kind. I wonder what your limits are…." This time he brought the implement he was using – she thought it was a cane, but she couldn't be sure – down with more force and she hissed through her teeth, praying he wouldn't do it harder again, or at least, not on the same location…. A cry of agony was torn from her when his next two strikes landed directly on each of her shins, her limbs pulling desperately at her bonds. "Ah…. There they are," Thorin muttered, almost to himself it seemed, before growing weary of her struggles and flicking the end of the cane up under her chin.

"Be still," he commanded, in a tone that brooked nothing but unquestioning obedience. She froze instantly, though she was whimpering a little and tears were rolling down her cheeks unchecked. "You have a better level of endurance than I was expecting," he commented, dragging the tip leisurely across her breast and down one side. "That pleases me. However it is not quite adequate yet for what I require of you, therefore we will simply have to increase it…. Through conditioning." Her breathing sped up slightly in anticipation.

"Try to relax."

She barely stopped herself from growling a list of obscenities at him. 'You try relaxing, strapped to a table, knowing someone is planning on beating you so you 'withstand pain better'! All without a safe word to make them stop when you can take no more….'

Her mental tirade was cut off as a shockwave of pain travelled through her, emanating from her abdomen, her body thrashing and a soundless wail echoing in her mind. "Please, Your Majesty," she heard herself pleading desperately, "It's too much! Please, a respite! Plea –" She gasped as her hair was pulled sharply, then choked slightly when the tip of a rag tickled the back of her throat for a moment before settling against the inside of her cheek. The gag was tied in place with a leather strap and the torture began again.

Everywhere was agony in what must have been its purest form by the time he stopped. Her chest, arms and legs – from below where the circulation had been all but cut off at her wrists and ankles – felt hot as though they were covered in glowing embers. Her face contrasted the feeling drastically, the cold air in the chamber wafting over her sweat and tear-stained skin there gently. If only it could cool her body too…. A calloused hand ran lightly over her right side unexpectedly and she flinched violently. His lips followed, tongue flicking out to soothe the burning skin first over her solar plexus, then turning his attention to each breast and nipple, alternating until she was moaning at the pleasure now washing through her, intermingling with the pain. She hated it. She needed it. And worst of all, she needed him, right now.

He pulled away and she couldn't stop the whine from escaping her, blushing and berating herself at his answering chuckle. Then there was silence. Not knowing where he was terrified her more than seeing him – and what he might be preparing to torment her with – ever could. Where was he, what was he doing? She went rigid as, without warning, the blade of a knife made contact with the side of her neck, gradually retracting until the point was pricking the soft flesh under her chin. A drop of warm liquid trickled over her throat and pooled in the dip above her collar bones. It was all she could do not to give into the debilitating panic rising rapidly; her breath came in panting gasps and she was in danger of hyperventilating, her heart sounding like thunder in her eardrums.

"It is not often I find a prisoner suitable for the role you hold now, salrûna," he murmured, drawing an invisible line down her body with the blade just touching her skin. "I will not waste a valuable consort in satisfying my more aggressive tendencies. Your life is in no danger, so calm yourself."

'You didn't say you won't cut me though,' she thought, but endeavoured to do as he said, hoping he would be finished soon. He alternated between tracing parts of her anatomy with the knife and brushing them with his lips, placing the occasional nip and making her jump in surprise. Finally the knife disappeared, though if she was honest with herself it had been extremely arousing, and the sound of Thorin's garments and metal fastenings falling to the floor reached her ears.

Her bonds were cut and she held her breath when he lifted her in his arms and carried her over to the bed, laying her down before covering her with his large, heavy frame, capturing her mouth hungrily and kneading a breast whilst his other hand went between her legs, lifting one and placing it over his shoulder. She knew what was coming next, but inhaled sharply all the same as he entered her quickly, giving her no time to adjust as he began plunging firmly into her, driving himself in as deeply as possible each time.

She was still blindfolded and her hands moved to untie the cloth around her eyes, but Thorin paused to bat them away, pulling them above her head and securing them to the headboard with some leather handcuffs. She moaned as he recommenced thrusting into her with a vengeance, raising the other leg to join the one already on him. The pleasure increased tenfold, and Sky was sobbing, so close to climax it was maddening. And of course her tormentor chose the moment right before she came to withdraw, ordering her in a gruffer voice than normal to roll over which she did to the best of her abilities, limited as she was by the cuffs, biting back a complaint about his impeccable timing. She was sure it would earn a punishment, and she didn't think her poor body could take much more battering that day. He would visit much worse pain on her than he had should she anger him.

As it was, it felt like Thorin was crushing her into the mattress, his hands gripping her already bruised sides and making her hiss in pain, though it was always followed by a mortifyingly loud moan of pleasure. He was building her up quickly again, pounding her brutally from behind, his own breathing ragged as he somehow sped up, thrusting faster and faster. He was causing her to see stars in the otherwise black sky of her blindfold when he found her most sensitive site and made a point of slamming into it repeatedly. Her now high-pitched cries increased in volume, panting and moaning wantonly beneath him. Impossibly, she tightened further around him, pulling him deeper in and propelling him over the edge with a roar. He spilled his seed inside her as she herself climaxed, wailing, the dwarf above her keeping her impaled on him until she had taken in everything he had to give. She shuddered and moaned as he pulled out, and was about to spread herself on the bed when a hand sliding under her belly stopped her.

"No. Wait a moment." His weight disappeared for a minute or so before he was back, making her gasp as he pressed something soft, yet firm and cylindrical in shape into her sore vagina, feeling two straps being tied around one thigh. These were followed by another two around her other thigh, in addition to one about her waist, securing the dildo inside her. Thorin then laid down and reached out to draw her against his body, enveloping and overwhelming her in his warmth and powerful, masculine scent. She shivered at his breath brushing over her ear, his hands running lightly all over her for several minutes. She found herself relaxing into him, though she mentally cursed him all the while.

They had lain there for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was most likely only half of one, before Thorin stirred and rose from the bed. Sky had almost dozed off by that time, but woke when he moved; she made as if to follow him, however he shook his head, "No, no. You stay and rest. Wash yourself and re-dress. And finish your breakfast," he added, giving her a reproving glance. "Yes, Your Grace," she muttered.

"In a few weeks, Lord Balin will be visiting you –" He stopped in the act of dressing and gave her an amused look at the disgusted expression that had appeared on her face before she could catch it. "Not for those reasons. That right is reserved for myself, my nephews and whomever else I wish, but you would be wasted on Balin." She sighed in relief and he chuckled, then continued donning his garments and speaking in a more serious tone, "No. He is being sent here after you've settled in, to teach you the finer details of the behaviour expected of you here. You will not be locked up in these chambers your entire life. There are protocols you need to follow when taking part in court life or simply wandering Erebor's halls, which I shall give you permission to do once your month long probation has ended."

She raised her head so quickly, she thought for a moment she might get whip-lash, staring at him hopefully. His own countenance was stern and expressionless as he went on, "If you violate any of the rules outlined to you by Lord Balin, your first punishment will be the instant loss of your limited freedom, to be earned back by whatever means I deem fit. Is that clear?" She swallowed a few times before answering, "Yes, my lord."

"Good. You may remove the toy at your own leisure" He pulled on his fur trimmed cloak and left without another word.

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Author's Note: I hope that met your expectations. If it didn't, drop me a review with ideas of how to make it better, what you'd like to see happen, etc, etc. You're as much a part of the creative process in this story as me you know. Help me out here. Please? Skywolf, over and out.