(chapter 6)

Morniel sat on her pallet, her back against the wall, with only the blanket covering her nakedness. Soon her captor would come and have one of his men in tow. This newest tactic to get different, more "truthful", answers from her was sickening. She didn't have any more "truthful" answers than the ones she'd already given. 'How could I? I remember nothing from before my capture!' she thought.

She didn't know how long she would have to endure this new humiliation, but she new that she would not be able to resist. He always did something to her mind to make her comply. She was forced to obey his every command, every wish, and every whim. She wasn't sure just how many men had been long away from a female, but it couldn't be many. At least she hoped it wasn't many.

Slowly, another thought entered her mind. She hadn't had her monthly cycle. It could either be from one of two things. It could the high amount of stress from her current predicament, or she was pregnant. She sighed. She can't remember being very stressed while she had been here. At first, she just sat in her cell, chained to the wall. After the pallet had been given to her, she slept rather peacefully. She had to be pregnant, the child conceived the first night he forced himself on her.

She sat on her pallet with a horrified feeling when she heard the door being unlocked. 'He returns,' she thought with dread. She got to her feet and stood waiting. He entered first, followed by a man whom she knew to be the first she'd have to endure. He had his hair tied back, and came dressed in only a pair of loose-fitting pants. Already she could see he was aroused. He made a move toward her, but the captor stopped him.

"These are the rules," he began. He turned to face the man. "First and foremost, I'll be watching. You can take her anyway you'd like, but do not create any bruises, cuts, or sores. You can also take as long as you like. Go as long as you can. But if I see that she's getting tired, you'll stop, whether you've climaxed or not. Above all else, you will not release your seed within her. Do whatever you must, but make absolutely sure you're not inside her when you climax. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir," the man growled. He took off the pants. He could barely hold himself back. His hands clenched at his side. Once her captor gave the order, he'd be at her in a second. Then her captor looked at her. He smiled that damned smile of his and he went to sit in his customary place. Just like the first time, she felt her mind being cleared of all thought except the need to comply totally and willingly to his command.

"Remove the blanket," came his first command. She did as told.

"Morniel, you are to give yourself to this man. You will comply to his needs. You will not fight him. Do you understand?" he asked, watching her intently. She could only nod her head in the affirmative. He kept the man at bay just a moment longer.

"Alright, begin."

The words were barely out of his mouth when the man practically ran to her. His mouth crushed hers in a brutal kiss. Then he quickly moved down to her breasts. He squeezed with his hands and suckled like a baby. Before she knew it, she was on the pallet. He spread her legs wide and entered her fast and hard. The man had gone wild, and she was beginning to feel the onset of her own climax.

He drove deeper into her. Soon, she was spiraling into her climax. She couldn't help but scream. This caused the man to begin climaxing as well. The next thing she knew, he had climaxed on her belly. His mouth came crashing down on hers for one final kiss, and then he was off her and standing. He put his pants back on and waited by the door.

"You may go," the captor said, and the man bowed and left. He watched her as she regained her breath, got to her feet, and walked over to the basin to wash off. Once she was done, she went back to her pallet, picked up her blanket and gathered it around her. She turned to face him.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked him harshly. His compulsion had been lifted from her and now she was angry.

"Yes, I did. Are you ready to tell me the truth about who you are and where you're from?"

"My name is Morniel and you found me in Brethil."

"It's a pity you still give me those answers." He got to his feet and went to the door. "I'll bring in the next man tomorrow. Be ready." He went out and locked the door behind him.

She slowly sat down upon her pallet. This time she let the tears fall. She laid down and curled herself into a ball. Only one thing was on her mind, and it wasn't tomorrow. She was carrying her captor's child. What she would do about it remained to be seen. She was absolutely certain though, that until she could no longer hide her pregnancy, she would not tell him about it. She had at least another month or two. Maybe by then she'd either find a way to get out. Or she'd die.