Elaine had never been so humiliated by anyone in her life. That man was literally treating her like a military prostitute, humiliated her, tied her up, raped her. And in the end, he was evaluating her like a sex toy, frowned at her for being uncomfortable to use.
Elaine clenched her fists and looked at him with hatred, no reply.
But that didn't bother the man half as much, still had a relaxed look on his face, pointing to the ground at his feet, he ordered: "Get on your knees and crawl here."
Elaine was silent. It took a few moments before she lifted her legs and adjusted herself from a sitting position to kneeling on both knees, with her palms unclenched in the same way.
Then, dropping his head in a submissive position, he crawled obediently toward Jeff's boots. One step, two steps, three steps ...kneeling down to Jeff's feet, she stopped.
Her head was lowered and stares at the shiny military boots.
The two of them kneeling and sitting, the difference in height allowed Elaine's bangs to sweep, if at all, over Jeff's knees.
Jeff stroked the top of her hair with satisfaction, ran his fingertips around Elaine's fine, soft hair, inserting them into the roots and slowly rubbing her scalp.
Then he ran down the back of her head and to the side, with his rough white glove slid maliciously over the right ear and down the side of her face, leaving a rubbing heat.
Finally, he cupped her chin and lifted her face up, four eyes meet.
The hatred in Elaine's eyes, which did not match her gesture, was exposed in the air, and suddenly the next moment, a fist swung from bottom to top at Jeff's face. Elaine's eyes were red and she was half up on her knees and lunged at him.
Jeff was caught off guard, didn't expect Elaine to resist in front of him, so Elaine did beat him the first one, but she lunged forward with too much momentum, caught off guard, and her body lost its balance. So her fist only landed on Jeff's shoulder, causing him to slightly deflect his upper body.
The first punch lost its target, so the next resistance of Elaine was as insignificant as a joke in front of a trained fighter. Elaine's second punch was picked up halfway before it reached mid-air, and the next moment, hands were snapped backwards by the man and held behind her back.
Jeff looked at Elaine, half-kneeling between his legs, Elaine's upper body falling into his arms, Jeff suddenly remenbered that what he saw through the window, Elaine's childish, spoiled, precious face, for a rare moment, there was a softness in his heart.
One hand grabbed her knees, and the other one patted her back, panting and heaving like a child from her dramatic movements. He whispered a question: "Is little Elaine so eager to pounce on her brother?"
Sadly, the grief-stricken Elaine did not forgage the warm, soft voice, and thought that that today's failed attack would not end well. So before she died, she had to fight for herself, with a sense of anger she said: "How dare you call yourself a brother in front of me? How disgusting!"
It was better not to say it. Now she says, made Jeff immediately snapped out of his memory. The little bit of softness in his heart faded away like a dream, and his gaze returned to its usual coldness, "Is that so?" He asked rhetorically without emotion.
He lifted his foot violently, stepped on Elaine's foot without mercy, and the hard tip of the shoe touched the bone, causing a bruising, stabbing pain, which made Elaine cried out in pain.
From a semi-crouching position, she landed on both knees, and it hurt too much.
A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, so scared she couldn't breathe. She wondered if her foot bones were broken, but her hands were tied.
Her body couldn't keep her balance, still half in the position of the man's arms, couldn't see anything, just felt Jeff's left hand move, and the sound of clothes rubbing against her ears.
Immediately afterwards, her wrists were circled and a tense belt tied behind him, that a familiar touch, because this was not the first time she had been strapped in.
Jeff took hold of her head and pulled her up, no expression. But the air around him was so cold that it almost turned solid, which made Elaine began to feel a little scared.
"Every night at eight o'clock on the upper upper upper is the free time of the barracks. Soldiers can spend the night here for six silver coins."
The man bent down and brought his mouth to his ear, and his voice was as eerie as a snake, "You know. Do you know why no one has come to bother you these days?"
Elaine's face went white, her body slightly, but can not escape the man's sight. Although could not see the slightest movement under her eyes, but the rough breathing revealing the fear inside, but still did not answer.
Jeff continued: "Because me spent seventy silver coins to stay in room 307 for a whole week ... Today happens to be the seventh day. Guess what, tomorrow night at this time who will be in this room?"
Elaine was struck by lightning. After Jeff's first night, she did wonder why, that for five days in a row, the sound of footsteps outside had skirted her door. She had thought she had been lucky enough, but the truth was this.
The man's gloating voice continued in her ear:
"Of course you'll react that way, so then you'll have to be nice. You should hope that the next guest will be gentle and polite, but you may also meet the poor who would like to buy your body with others toghther. Your body is so delicate, so if you have to deal with two or three people a night. It's really a bit far-fetched."
Said one hand absently patting Elaine's increasingly pale face.
Elaine was really scared, and the gentle movement caused her body to tremble slightly. She reacted by forcing the pain back and hurriedly moved closer to Jeff's knees.
She jerked her head up and incoherently, she admitted: "I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong. Jeff....Lord... please don't let anyone else in, okay?"
The man was unmoved, smiled coldly and said: "Like you, you don't know how to serve men and lie a lot. You are not worth the ten silver coins I spend on you every night."
"Never again. Lord Jeff, Please. I'll do as I'm told. ..." Elaine panicked, although she held back her tears, but the words inevitably came with a vague sobbing accent.
Her hands couldn't free from the restraints, and anxious to please the man who decided her fate, just could only use his face to rub his hand.
Jeff pinched the smooth flesh of her face: "That's what you also said last time."
His eyes met her pleading gaze, suddenly, he got excited, tugged and shook the flesh between his fingers in a mischievous manner, forcing Elaine's entire body into a frenzy. Elaine's whole body was forced to sway slightly in line with his hand:
"How do you want to be good and obedient? Why don't you prove it to me?"
"How, how do I prove it?" Elaine gulped and nervously, she asked.
The man finally smiled and the hand pinching her cheek loosened and slid to the back of her head. Without any warning, he pressed down hard, that made Elaine stumbled, and her face was pressed against his crotch.
Jeff's penis was not erect, and the cold zipper head pressed against Elaine's mouth, which made her painful.
"Lick my cock and help me to cum, then I'll believe you."
*
Waiting for Chad to go out, Orville put down his glass and gently pointed his eyes on Clare's face, said: "In fact, today, besides avenging your son. I have a favor to ask of Lord Clare."
The Marquis of Clare put down his wine, "Lord Orville, if there is anything you want to do, please do not hesitate to ask. I will try my best to do anything that is within my power."
He said so, but his hands were sweating a little. Duke Orville was never one to follow the rules, and if he made any unreasonable request, Clare didn't know what to do with it.
Orville looked at him with a smile, was in no hurry to speak, then opened his mouth slowly: "It is not a big deal. It's just that ... Chad, who just served me, has been with me for more than ten years. He is still a slave, so it is very inconvenient, and I've burned all his papers of sale yesterday, and I'm just waiting for Lord Clare help to give him a civilian citizenship."
Chad hadn't gone far, and she was just standing guard at the door after she left. When she heard Olville's words, her heartbeat tightened and her face, which was already red, got even hotter.
She had been with Olville for more than ten years, had never expected him to treat her better than anyone else.
And she never thought that Orville would be for such an insignificant self, helped her to get away from the slave to his own identity.
Hearing these words, the Marquis of Clare hooked the corner of his mouth, and his family has always been responsible for the internal affairs of the court. Today Orville avenged his son's death, and it was only natural that he should return the favor, so he said: "It's just a simple matter, I'll make sure I get it done next week!"
"Once Lord Chad been naturalized. I'll just send the paperwork to the Ministry, put a knight's rank on it. How about making one good thing into two?"