The King and His Isabella
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: All twilight characters are not mine. Just the plot of the story.
~~~ Warning. Rape, torture and well… Here's Edward. ~~~
The king knelt down as he pulled her dress apart, brushing his nose and lips against her body as it was revealed. He smiled as the dress fell apart and his face was before Isabella's sex. The girl tried to close her legs but Edward forced them apart and began to kiss the insides of her thighs.
Isabella closed her eyes and tried to keep her lips from trembling. She could feel Edward's breath on her sex, feel his lips brushing against her... Then his tongue was whispering against the folds of her skin.
"Please," she breathed. "Stop."
Edward looked up at her but he did not stop.
"Stop," she begged. "Please don't do this."
The king pulled away and stared up at her. He licked his lips mockingly: "But you're so wet, little gypsy, do you really want me to stop?"
Isabella glared down at Edward.
"Yes," she managed through gritted teeth.
"Because you want me to give you something else?" He asked. Edward toyed at the entrance to her sex with his fingers.
"No, please stop," she said.
Edward ignored her and began to push his finger inside her, marveling once again at the tightness of her pussy. He groaned as he remembered how it felt to fuck her... His balls grew heavier at the thought and his hardness was almost painful.
The king withdrew his finger suddenly and stood up sharply. He licked and bit at Isabella's breasts as he fumbled with his pants.
When his cock was free, he raised his face to meet Isabella's and held her gaze. Her eyes widened as he slowly slid his cock inside her but she did not look away.
Edward moaned and closed his eyes as he drove deep inside the girl.
"Fuck you are tight," he growled. "You can feel every inch of me, can't you?"
The girl gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as he began to thrust in and out of her.
"You've never had a cock this big inside you, have you?" Edward murmured breathily, his fingernails digging sharply into her hips. "Have you? Huh? Have you, you fucking whore?"
"No," Isabella managed finally.
Edward laughed under his breath as he continued to fuck her, his strokes gaining speed as he came closer and closer to climax.
He stopped suddenly and grabbed her thighs, lifting her legs off the ground so that he could penetrate her even deeper. The girl cried out as he shoved the full length of his cock inside her.
"Oh fuck yes," he moaned, beginning to pump in and out of her again. "Tell me how it feels, gypsy. Tell me."
"So deep," she whimpered. "It hurts."
"You're going to be so sore, you won't be able to run away again," he groaned. "You'll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow."
Tears spilled from Isabella's eyes as her lashes fluttered open. She glanced down for a split second and saw Edward's cock sliding in and out of her. She choked back a sob and clamped her eyes shut again.
"You don't like seeing my cock going in and out of you?" Edward asked, fucking her harder.
"Please stop," she gasped. "You're hurting me."
"Don't worry," he sneered, "you'll be used to my size soon enough."
Edward chuckled to himself again and looked down, watching with satisfaction as the length of his dick disappeared inside the girl.
"I'm going to fill your tight little cunt with my cum," he murmured lustily. "Are you ready for it? You ready for my seed to fill you?"
"No, no, please," Isabella cried out, her voice breaking.
"Here it comes," Edward panted. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming. Take it, take it all you fucking slut."
Edward shuddered as he emptied his cum inside the girl. He was breathing heavily as he pulled out and let go of Isabella's legs. The girl hung from her binds, tears trickling down her face, and cum leaking down her thighs.
The king cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on.
"Are you going to be obedient if I bring you back to my chambers?" He asked, fastening his trousers.
The girl did not respond.
"I asked you a question," Edward said, lifting her chin.
Isabella's trembling lips curled into an angry snarl.
"I'll take that as a "no"," Edward snapped, letting her chin fall. "Fine, stay down here in the dark with the rats. It's where you belong anyway."
The king turned on his heel and walked back up the stairs, taking the only remaining torch with him and leaving the girl in darkness.
Isabella's tattoos burned her skin as she struggled to hold back her tears.
"Please, give me strength," she whispered into the darkness.
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Jasper stole through the darkened hallways of the palace in silence. No matter how hard Edward tried to keep his movements secret, the servants always seemed to know where he was and what he had been doing. Jasper had only needed to spend ten minutes in the kitchens to find out that the king had disappeared into the dungeons with the girl again but that she had not come out.
He walked quietly down the hallway, scanning the shadows in case Edward had left any of his guards to watch the dungeon door. He had not.
The vizier picked the lock with ease - the childhood pranks he and Edward had pulled off had left him with some useful skills - and gently closed the door behind him.
The darkness was complete. Not a single ray of light penetrated into these dark recesses of the palace. Jasper repressed a shudder and rummaged in his bag for the flint he would need to light one of the torches. Within moments the oil-soaked cloth caught a spark, giving Jasper the light he needed to make his way safely down the narrow staircase.
"Isabella?" The vizier whispered as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Jasper?" The girl replied hopefully. She had been strung up just as before: Her wrists wrenched high above her head, her toes barely touching the floor. The ripped remains of her dress were strewn on the ground around her.
"Yes, it's me," he replied, placing the torch in one of the many metal holders that dotted the rough clay walls.
"You shouldn't be here," she whispered. "If Edward finds out..."
"He won't," Jasper said, placing his bag on the ground. He walked over to the girl and cradled her face gently, kissing her softly on her forehead before reaching up to untie her wrists.
The exhausted girl collapsed to the floor as soon as Jasper loosed her wrists.
"Isabella!" Jasper cried, sinking to his knees in front of her. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she said, her tone apologetic. "I'm just tired."
"Don't be sorry," he whispered, pulling off his coat and wrapping it around her shoulders. "I'm the one who should be sorry."
The girl clutched the coat around herself and shook her head: "I'm fine, I really am."
Jasper looked at the girl with heartbreak in his eyes. He was the one who had put her in this situation, but she was the one lying to protect him.
The pair knelt in silence for a moment.
"I brought you some food," Jasper said finally. "And water."
"Thank you," Isabella whispered.
Jasper rooted through his bag, pulling out a leather flask of water and some meat and bread wrapped in cloth.
He watched as the girl ate, guilt churning in his gut. The girl had no reason to be atoning for his sins and yet, here she was, naked in a dungeon, feeding off smuggled scraps.
"Isabella," he said suddenly, breaking the silence, "where are you from?"
"I don't know," she said between mouthfuls. "I can't remember anything before a few years ago."
"Do you know how old you are?"
The girl shook her head as she swallowed the last of the bread: "But I think I'm older than I look."
Jasper held out the flask to her. The girl gulped it down within a few moments.
"Why can't you remember?"
Isabella closed the flask and handed it back to Jasper before answering.
"I had an, um - " she paused for a moment, fidgeting restlessly with the cloth as she tried to find her words.
"Accident," she said finally. "When I came to, I couldn't remember anything and I couldn't speak. From things I heard my master say, I knew I had not always been a slave but all my memories start from when I was. He sold me, my new masters abandoned me in the desert and that's where a Daarkan lady found me. She took me in and brought me back to health but I never regained my memories."
"Where were you headed when your ship foundered?" Jasper asked.
"I had not yet decided," she admitted. "But the Daarkan lady was something of a mystic. She told me that I had to leave if I was to find out who I was. She said I needn't worry about planning where to go, that Fate would lead me. But she said I would endure more suffering before I found my way home."
"And you went anyway?" He asked incredulously.
"Wouldn't you?" She replied.
"Who was your master?" Jasper asked, ignoring her question.
"The only thing you need to know about him is that he's dead," she said icily. "I do not speak his name."
"But I might be able to help you find out where you're from," Jasper said. "Tell me his name."
"He took many slaves," she said. "You will not be able to figure out which one of his many conquests my captivity resulted from."
"But you speak our language," Jasper pressed, "surely that will narrow it down."
"I speak six languages," Isabella said wearily. "I do not know which one is my native tongue."
"Six?" Jasper repeated.
"At least," the girl shrugged. "There might be more. Just last year someone spoke Greek to me and, to both our surprise, I responded."
Jasper shook his head in wonder: "You are a mystery, Isabella."
The girl sighed and glanced sadly around the room: "You should tie me back up and leave."
"No," Jasper said. "At least get some sleep first."
Isabella nodded reluctantly and curled up against the wall beside Jasper. He pulled her into his chest and held her close, listening as her breathing slowed in sleep.
The vizier tried to keep his own eyes open but, after a while, he was deep in sleep as well.
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"Well, well, well, isn't this a surprise..."
Jasper's eyes shot open at the sound of Edward's dark voice. He moved slightly, causing Isabella to moan out loud in her sleep.
Edward's upper lip curled as Jasper glared up at him defiantly.
"What are you doing with my whore?" Edward asked.
Isabella's eyes fluttered open and she started in Jasper's arms when her eyes lit on Edward.
"Oh good, she knows her name," the king taunted.
Edward reached down and grabbed Isabella's upper arm, pulling her violently to her feet.
"Edward, this has gone too far," Jasper said, leaping to his feet.
"I told you that she was none of your concern," Edward snapped. "I fucking told you to stay away from her."
"You need help, Edward," Jasper seethed. "You are sick."
"Guards!" Edward roared.
Six armed men came running down the stairs, their weapons drawn.
"Arrest this man for treason," Edward ordered. "I will see him hanged before sunset."
"No!" Isabella cried, trying to pull away from the king and reach Jasper. "Please, Edward, don't!"
Suddenly there were two guards flanking Jasper. They gripped his arms roughly and refused to let him struggle away.
"No, please! Please!" The girl screamed. Her voice was thick with sadness and anger.
"Keep it up and I will make sure you are there to watch him die," Edward snarled, his fingers digging into Isabella's arm.
"He won't do it, Isabella," Jasper said, his glare fixed on Edward.
"Yes I will," Edward said simply. "She knows I will."
"Please, Edward, kill me instead," Isabella begged.
"No," the king snapped. "You have already saved his life once."
"But he's your friend, your advisor," she cried. "And you would value his life over that of a whore?"
Edward snatched a sword from one of the guard's fingers and held it against Isabella's throat.
"Say it again," he commanded breathlessly. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm a whore," she said measuredly. Her eyes held his, unflinching.
"What kind of whore?"
"A worthless whore."
"Whose worthless whore are you?"
"Yours," Isabella said through gritted teeth.
Edward lowered the sword and nodded at the guards flanking Jasper. They did not move from the vizier's sides but they let his arms go.
"Fine. Jasper will not die today," he said. "But you will be punished in his stead. And Jasper will choose what form that punishment will take."
Jasper's eyes flashed angrily as they lit upon the king.
"Either she will stand out in the stocks for a week, naked, for the entire kingdom to see, or she will service each and every one of my guards, or she will get fifty lashes," Edward said. "Your choice, Jasper."
"I will not choose," Jasper said. "She has done nothing wrong."
"You will choose or she will endure all three!" Edward roared.
Jasper caught Isabella's azure eyes and she gazed at him with such understanding and heartfelt emotion that he could not bear to see her humiliated or degraded.
"The whip," he said, his proud shoulders slumping in defeat.
"I was hoping to see her covered in my soldiers' cum but I suppose she could use with a good lashing," Edward smiled darkly. "And you will get to strike the first blow, Jasper."
"No," Jasper said heatedly. "That I will not do."
"If you don't, she will get ten more lashes," Edward said, his eyes sparking.
Jasper cursed as the guards strung Isabella up by her wrists.
"Don't do this," the vizier begged. "Please don't do this."
"Shut up, Jasper," Edward growled. "If you had stayed away from the girl we wouldn't be here."
Jasper hung his head and walked slowly to stand in front of Isabella. He reached out to gently cradle her face in his hands.
"He's right," he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "This is all my fault."
"No," Isabella murmured. "Don't say that."
"I can't do it," he said. "I can't hurt you."
"Yes you can, and you must," she breathed through quivering lips. "Please just do it."
Edward pulled Jasper away from the girl and handed him the barbed whip. Then Edward went to stand in front of Isabella, gripping her chin tightly between his fingers. Her eyes burned with fierce anger but he smirked at her trembling lips.
"Didn't I tell you you'd come to know fear?" He asked mockingly. "Now, Jasper."
The vizier pulled the whip back and let it fly against the girl's skin. She screamed and clamped her eyes shut.
Edward smiled ruefully at the girl's pained expression: "Again. Harder."
He made Jasper deliver the first ten lashes before taking over. Jasper was immediately before the girl, gently stroking her face and whispering apologies and sweet words of encouragement in her ear as Edward delivered blow after menacing blow. The barbs tore through her skin and blood dripped down her ass and thighs. By the time Edward delivered the last blow, Isabella was out of tears and out of screams. She hung in the restraints lifelessly, her eyes barely open and her lips bleeding from where she had bitten them raw.
Edward threw the whip down and pushed Jasper away. He slapped Isabella's cheek and her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"Can you hear me?"
The girl nodded slightly.
"You are no longer allowed to speak with Jasper, look at him, or touch him," he said. "Do you under-stand?"
The girl nodded and then let her head fall.
"And you," Edward said, turning on his heel to face Jasper, "you will not go near her again."
Jasper's eyes blazed: "She needs to be seen by a doctor."
"She is not your concern," Edward snapped, his chest inches from Jasper's. "How many times do I have to tell you?"
"She'll die if she doesn't," Jasper said staunchly.
"So she dies," Edward shrugged, turning away from the vizier. "She said she would for you."
"I am going to summon Carlisle," Jasper said. "Allow him to treat her."
"Fine," Edward said, his upper lip curling. "Call him. But get out."
"Fine," Jasper snarled. He cast one last look at the girl and then stalked up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Carlisle appeared, the old man's face was grim. Edward nodded towards the girl and then left. The guards would allow no one else into the dungeon.
Carlisle gently undid the straps holding Isabella aloft. He gripped her tightly to keep her from falling and gently laid her on the ground.
"I'm sorry, my dear," Carlisle said. "So sorry."
Isabella just moaned.
"Please, child, if you can, lie on your stomach."
The girl whimpered as she rolled onto her stomach. Dr. Carlisle cleaned her wounds and bandaged them as best he could. He gently pulled Isabella into his arms so that he could wind the bandages around her torso. The girl's thin frame shook as he worked and even when he lay her back on the floor, her limbs still quivered.
"Isabella," he said, spreading his cloak on the ground for her to lie on, "roll onto my cloak. You shouldn't have to lie in the dirt."
"He'll just take it away," she said.
"I will tell him not to."
"If he listened to anyone but the voices in his head then we wouldn't be in this situation," she said, a hint of bitterness tainting her melodic voice.
The doctor sighed but picked his cloak back up off the floor. He rummaged around in his medicine chest for something to ease the girl's pain.
"Tell him it's not his fault," the girl whispered.
Carlisle returned to her side, medicine in hand.
"Who, dear?" The doctor asked as he helped her sit up to take a pain killer.
"Jasper," she murmured hoarsely. "Remind him that I chose this path. I chose this."
"My child," Dr. Carlisle said softly, "the only person who deserves this treatment is the one doling it out to you."
"Edward has suffered. Anger and sorrow can twist a man's soul."
"Do not pity him," the doctor said firmly. "He stopped being worthy of our pity a long time ago."
"Will you tell Jasper what I said?"
"I will," Carlisle said, offering the girl a kind smile.
Isabella smiled weakly back and then closed her eyes. Carlisle waited until she was asleep before draping his cloak over her body.
He collected his things as quietly as he could and ascended the stairs. When he knocked on the door, the guards pulled it open to reveal Edward pacing the hall restlessly.
He stopped when he heard the door shut and turned to the doctor.
"Well?" He snapped.
"Well what?" Carlisle asked.
"Will she live?"
"No," the doctor said flatly.
The color drained slightly from Edward's face but his expression remained neutral.
"Not if you continue to treat her like this," Carlisle continued, pretending not to have noticed the fear that crept suddenly into his king's eyes or the way his skin had blanched at the thought of Isabella being gone.
"Then she is alive?"
"For now," Carlisle said grimly. "But it is clear that you mean to kill her. And one day, perhaps very soon, you will get your wish at last."
Edward sneered at the doctor but did not dismiss him.
"You will treat her, Carlisle," Edward ordered. "How long do you need?"
"You cannot be serious!" The doctor exclaimed incredulously. "You want me to heal her just so you can do it all over again, don't you?"
"How long do you need?" Edward repeated. "And remember, doctor, that you have a duty to her under your oaths and a duty to me as your king."
Carlisle closed his eyes and shook his head. He had known Edward from when he was just a child. How he had become the creature that stood before him now, bloodlust flickering in his eyes, was hard to comprehend.
"I never thought I would see you like this, Edward," he murmured. "You were such a happy boy."
Edward's eyes flamed: "You have two days."
"Two days?" He cried. "She cannot be healed in two days!"
"How long do you need?" Edward asked for the third time, annunciating each word carefully, dangerously.
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Hi everyone!
So, there is it chapter 6. I really appreciate all the patience, reviews, follows and support everyone gave. It fuels me to know that so many have read my story and liked it.
As mentioned before, I am sorry I am not able to reply to every review as my phone somehow does not allow me to reply when I get the email that someone reviewed on my story. Please note though that every review is seen and cherished. I feel like a giddy girl every time my phone "dings" for a new email that someone reviewed, followed and favorite this story. It fuels me and I urge more to review.
** By the way, I know the subject matter is highly sensitive and for some, it might be a trigger for bad memories and I am sorry. When I was writing the story in the beginning I didn't write it as graphic as it is now. It's just that I felt that it is a vital and important part of the story. I wanted my readers to feel the hate for Edward but not pity for Isabella. I wanted my readers to see Isabella's strength as an inspiration rather than pity for the slave that had been beaten and raped. I wanted her to be admired for the attitude she had showed for learning how to cope in an impossible situation.
Anyway. I think that is a bit too much for an end note.
Until next time friends..
XOXO Kate :D