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Chapter 3 by Machinistmage Machinistmage

Whom are you exactly?

A New Captive

You stagger to the knees at the harsh push of one of your captors. The rough hemp rope tugs around your neck, threatening to strangle you. Once again there is a splash as you land in a puddle of filth, something these enemy shoulders seemed to love to do. With your arms bound behind your back, you were helpless to their ****. You could merely grit your teeth and think of what lead up to this.

It seemed like only a few hours you'd woken up in your castle back in your home country. That was before you were invaded by a rival nation. You were one of only a few captives to be spared. Though what lie ahead would bring you only shame and misery. You were a **** in this foreign land and your new owner or owners could do whatever despicable thing they wished with you. And considering your androgynous appearance, you'd make quite the prize for those of a certain taste.

You had always been lithe of frame and youthful in appearance, something the other castle guards had always taunted and teased you about. Wearing your hair long probably didn't help nor did your narrow waist. It was something that could be chalked up to a bit of elven blood somewhere in your family tree, but an embarrassment nonetheless. While your body had once been recently bathed and clad in the finest armor of your country, that had long since changed. Your skin was marred with dirt and mud from being dragged through the road and down the street, your hair was in a disarry, and you had been left with only an itchy loincloth to wear.

"Alright, hurry up bitch!" Commanded a stern looking....well you thought they were a woman at first, but now it seemed hard to tell. All that you knew was that they had bested you in combat, taken your prisoner, and been holding your leash from their horseback perch for the last three hours.

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The androgynous knight glared down at you as you slowly rose to your feet. With slightly feminine "humph", they began leading you again. It seemed your destination was already set as they approached a building...

(Where are you brought?)

A local brothel

The queen's castle

The dungeons

Where are they taking you?

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