Spicy Cinnamon Apples

Part 2
I Lose the Game

Shaking with terror, I backed away from him till I was pressed against the bedpost. His cold sapphire gaze stayed locked with mine. “Wa- wa- what” I stutter. This could not be happening! Why is this happening!? No, I corrected myself; I will NOT let this happen! His weight shifts as if about to step towards me, and in that split second I bolt for the door.

Without even seeing him he grabs my wrist and twirls me back around to face him. I try to shake off his hand but it won’t budge. I go to claw at his face with my free hand but he catches it. I pull at him. I kick. I start screaming. How is he so bloody strong!? With one last burst of strength I kick his shin, hard. Swearing he lets go and I run, only to find the door locked. I scream, pull, pound, and kick at it but it will not yield. Suddenly from behind me he puts his arms around my chest, trapping my arms, and lifts me up and slams me face first up against the bedpost.

His body is warm against my back and by this point I am truly terrified. I struggle and twist and turn, trying to escape his tight embrace, but he just presses me harder against the round post. With one hand he grabs both my wrists and pulls them up so the post is pushed along my stomach and between my breasts. At the top of the post there is a strand of satin cloth which with his other hand, he uses to bind my hands together and to the bedpost.

My screams have now become hoarse and whiny. With one hand at my bound wrists and the other wrapped around my waist he slowly pulls me down to squat and then sit down on the floor. I whimper at the friction of the post sliding between my wrists. He moves my legs around to a more comfortable position and then sits behind me so that I am between his legs.

He sighs heavily and mutters “you can stop screaming now” which of course only makes me scream harder. He sighs again and pulls me taut against his chest; his mouth is hot at my ear. “Now let me explain the game to you” he whispers. “First of all, I have won. Secondly, your screams go to unheard ears, for we are in some of the deepest and most unused parts of the castle.” That shuts me up and makes a new tremor of fear and realization come over me. He was right. So that was the reason I didn’t see anybody in the hallways, this part of the castle was as he said; unused.

“Next” he continued, “As you probably figured out by now, the door is locked and there is no way out, and no one to let you out.” I gulped. “Basically, you are trapped here with me, and by now I would hope you have figured out my intentions.” He turns my face back to look at him. “Am I right?” He asks. Still trembling I give a shaky nod and a sob escapes my mouth. “Aww, there there, don’t cry” he says soothingly as he wipes away a couple tears. “It could be worse, imagine if you were stuck in here with a complete sadistic pervert!” He says cheerily. The incredibility of this statement shocks me to silence. What in the world did he think he was!?! He had me tied to a bedpost for Martel’s sake!

“In conclusion, there is no point in struggling; it will do you no good. You cannot win against me in a battle of strength.” He states the obvious. “The best thing you can do for yourself now is relax so it will not be as painful. You might even enjoy it!” He says with a smile in his voice. “But if you don’t” he continues, his voice becoming dark and serious, his hot breath returns to my ear, “You can struggle all you want, but as I said, it will do you no good. For I plan to take you either way. I would prefer it if you would cooperate, and save those screams for me. That way it will be better on both parts. So it’s your choice my sweet honey, which will it be.”
I feel as if I’m going to be sick. What kind of choice is that! Either way I lose. Either way I will be humiliated for the rest of life. Either way I will be raped by a complete stranger. Either way…I will lose my virginity, the most priceless treasure of a lady. More tears and sobs appear. There is no way to hold them in. What should I do? From my limited knowledge of making love, it is best when consensual. That way it is pleasurable for both parties. My hazy thoughts drift to my nightmares of an inevitable future where at my wedding night, I am presented like a feast to a man I do not love. Was this not the same thing? My shoulders straighten at the thought. How dare this man do this to me! But I know there is no escape in either situation. It is not giving in, I tell myself, it is choosing the better way.

My decision made, I clear my throat to speak. “Well my honey? Have you decided?” He asks. I reply, my voice cool as glass “I am not your honey; I accept my situation and will not struggle unless you do anything too vulgar to me.” My voice cracks and I feel myself tearing up at the thought of what I was accepting. I push them back. He chuckles again “This is what I always liked about you; you are intelligent and strong willed, unlike all the other girls.” He sighed in awe. “How you amaze me” he breathed. His voice then heated “and how long I have waited to do this. To have you in my arms and to touch and taste you!” He kisses my neck and hugs me closer.
I’m in shock. This gorgeous man, who could have any women he wants, wants me? “Wa- why me?” I mumble in denial. Most of the men who courted me only did so out of respect of my status. But this man is going outside the rules! Raping me will not get him higher up in society. So why was he doing this? “Why me” I repeat in a daze. I feel him shift behind me. I tense in fear as he moves to the side of me and cups my face with the palms of his hands. “Because” he says, staring intently into my eyes “you are… unique” and with that said he pulls my face to his and kisses me.