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Rachelle Westerly needs a break. Her movie-star brother has offered her the perfect escape. But on the very first day of her vacation, she steps onto a red carpet and straight into the arms of a real-life prince—and the promise of just the kind of flash and fortune that tore her own family apart. As the soon-to-be leader of Vandorra, Prince Magnus de Bartelebon always gets what he wants—and the regal bad boy wants the sweet American schoolteacher.
Although he should be announcing his engagement of convenience to a neighboring princess, Rachelle is the one he desires in his bed and by his side. Ruth Cardello is a New York Times bestselling author who loves writing about rich alpha men and the strong women who tame them. She was born the youngest of eleven children in a small city in northern Rhode Island. She lived in Boston, Paris, Orlando, New York, and Rhode Island again before moving to Massachusetts, where she now lives with her husband and three children.
Before turning her attention to writing, Ruth was an educator for two decades, including eleven years as a kindergarten teacher. Royal Heir is the third book in her Westerly Billionaire series. Would you like to tell us about a lower price? If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support? Read more Read less. Add all three to Cart Add all three to List. These items are shipped from and sold by different sellers. Buy the selected items together This item: Ships from and sold by allnewbooks.
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Magnus was a real life Prince, with his father wanting him to soon take over the throne as king of Vandorra.
Mingus tried to fulfill some of his duties, when he goes to a hospital to visit sick Children. When he speaks with a young boy name Finn who needs a heart transplant. His only wish was to meet a superhero Water Bear Man. Problem is Eric does not do public appearance. A man on a mission magnus sets out to premiere night to change his mind. Well Eric leaves premiere with out speaking to either of them. Rachelle is hurt and Magnus is still determined by any means necessary to bring Water Bear Man to His country to see Finn.
Of course he cannot quit thinking of helping Rachelle as well who just wants to help her brother. This is an excellent book, I am a Ruth Cardello fan and love all her books. The stories of the Westerly children get better and better and have been able to pull me in faster and faster. For Rachelle Westerly and Prince Magnus their story even has a moment of suspense and action that added a quick and thrilling element to the story.
Rachelle is the heart of the family. Having always been the mother hen to her siblings, she does all she can to try and keep peace within the family using her skills and intuition honed by her elementary school teacher career.
After the upheaval in her family she, too, is just as lost as her siblings and wants so badly to reconnect with the most elusive sibling of all, her older brother Eric. In her attempt to get closer to her older brother, she finds herself in the arms of an arrogant, commanding and brooding prince that takes her breath away and infuriates her all in the same breath.
She shows him there is a way to rule with a stern hand AND a kind heart. Their opposite nature compliment each other in a way that works and together they find a love to rival any fairytale.
The story was beautiful and sexy and entertaining from start to finish. One person found this helpful. Purchased this book simply because Ruth Cardello is one of my favorite authors. Rachelle is the family do gooder.
She takes a leave of absence from her job as a 1st grade teacher to travel across the pond to save her actor brother from himself. She meets a prince accidentally on the red carpet and their chemistry is off the charts.
There are several misunderstandings along the way but they eventually fall in love. One of the most interesting characters in the book is a guy named Reggie, who always shows up at the most opportune times. Reggie is supposedly her actor brother's electrician, however he and his family follows Rachelle to the prince's homeland simply because her brother asked him to keep an eye on her.
We will no doubt find out Reggie's true calling in the next book. Would have given 5 stars if the sexual references had not been so crude. I loved this book from start to finish. Possibly the best one in the Westerly series. The interaction among the characters and of course Reggie all mixed together read well. Magnus and Rachel fitted perfevtly together, but, eatlier on in the book it wa stated that Rachel is a 29 year old birgin. That changed midway when apparently Rachel was sexually active prior to Magnus.
Other than that inconsistency the book was gret. Can't wait for the other two installations and hopefully Delina and Magnus' father book,. Rachelle feels her brother Eric is in trouble and needs help and she is just the person to do this.
But when Eric totally ignores her when she arrives at his London estate, she decides to take matters into her own hands. Appearing at Eric's movie premier uninvited, Rachelle meets Prince Magnus. Together the two start on an adventure that includes intervention, kidnapping and even finding love. Book three is a continuation of the family healing and finding that started in book one. I cannot wait to see this family come together as one.
Ruth Cardello is one of my very favorite authors. She has the ability to tie a story together with romance and intrigue that literally sucks you in to the story. I am a fan, she does not disappoint.
I'm not even finished with this book and I am planning to read the entire series. All books have been beautifully written, with lots of humor. In thoroughly enjoyed the series. I am hoping the author extends the series with stories of other characters that are mention. See all reviews.
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She threw her head back as if to summon strength. The chains were now too tight to clank together. She could feel her muscles being stretched. She resisted but the chain pulled relentlessly. The onlookers watched with pleasure as she fought a futile battle against the bonds. Her arms, chest, abdomen, legs - all pulled tight.
Her breasts jiggled as she fought the chains, her body swaying gently. The king walked up to her. Suspended in this way her breasts were just below his face. Nemo slapped her right breast - hard. The sound of flesh upon flesh echoed around the room. Her breasts swayed before coming to rest — firm. Her nipples reached out to him.
He slapped her again. Once more he signaled to the guard. I want her stretched so tight that all movement is impossible". The guard engaged the mechanism but the winch would only take one more turn.
She was fully extended, the sweat on her naked muscled body glistening under the light of the torches. Nemo signaled for the taller guard. Use only her body, not her face nor her breasts.
I want her perfect for the parade tomorrow. He couldn't believe his luck; that he had permission to play with the precious beauty. The guard came up to her. She was helpless before him. Her unprotected body presented a dream target. Open to him to use. He ran his hands down her body savouring the width of her upper torso in contrast to her tapered waist.
From her elbows, across her taut triceps, down the side of her ribcage, over her slim waist, and onto her flanks, he studied every inch.
His touch revolted her. He walked around the suspended woman looking her up and down, sizing her up, sometimes reaching out to touch her skin, occasionally giving her a gentle slap.
It was almost as if he was buying a horse. He'd have checked her teeth but he didn't want to risk being bitten. To him she was just a piece of meat. He didn't fondle her breasts; that wasn't what this was about. This was business, and the brute had had his instructions.
The Amazon and the guard both knew that this was all about humiliating her in front of the men. They both knew that she was powerless to prevent him from touching her anywhere he wanted; from abusing her in any way he pleased. That in any ordinary scenario a thug like him couldn't even get close to having a woman as fine as her. He came round to stand in front of her once more. She was breathing more heavily now, her chest expanding and contracting noticeably.
Her firm breasts more inviting than ever. He flicked her rock hard nipples as if they were flies. He smoothed her stomach with the palm of his hand as if to find his mark. Her abdomen was stretched tight as a drum, involuntarily pulled inwards. It would be difficult for her to tense her muscles. With his height, and her suspended off the floor, he looked straight into her eyes. The smell of his breath, of his very presence, made her want to wretch. The tension was acute — a battle of wills.
Could he make the Amazon talk? She wasn't going to let him win the first round. You need a wash. She does have a voice," exclaimed Nemo. She's like a wild animal. Her words incensed the guard making the veins on top of his head stand out. He brute balled his fist. Time to give you a lesson you won't forget". The brute slammed a punch into her upper thigh. The very particular sound of fist against solid muscle. Another punch, this time into the inner part of her other thigh.
She swung in her chains almost imperceptibly — pulled so tight there was little give in her body. A third punch, this time into her stomach. One two three, her abdomen taking appalling punishment.
This time she let out a groan. Again and again he hit her, pummeling her legs and torso. For five minutes the man brutalised the suspended woman's bare body.
Her thighs, her kidneys, the small of her back, her stomach again and again. She flung her head backwards and forwards as she absorbed the blows, occasionally wincing, a moan or two escaping from her lips. Her breasts bounced and quivered as her body adsorbed the blows.
Red marks appeared on her skin. The sound of knuckles driven hard against muscle was sickening. By the time he was finished her head was hanging down on to her chest. Her body was slick with sweat. The guard grabbed her hair and lifted up her head. She can take more". He released his grip and her head fell back against her front. The king stepped forward, his member hard as a rock excited as he was by watching her being punished.
The guard stood close to her and put his arm behind her back, his palm flat against her skin, to hold her in place. She raised her head.
He could feel her breath. She opened her eyes and glared at him as if to tease him; to suggest he couldn't hurt her. Fucking Big Shot getting off on beating a defenceless woman. She flung back her head, winded. Before I go I want to tell you about my plans; to give you something to think about while you recover your breath. Tomorrow you will be taken from here and you will be paraded before my people.
You will be strapped to a log, your body tied outstretched as an exhibit of perfection for the crowd. Watching your muscles straining while you struggle will enhance the spectacle. Many don't believe we've captured a real live Amazon.
Your beautiful hard body is living proof that we have. Then your interrogation will start - with a public whipping. It will be good for my soldiers' moral to watch you suffer and pay for the men you killed.
Any time you start talking, we'll stop the interrogation. But if you chose not to cooperate you'll be handed over to the dungeon master and you'll spend each day and night in his company until you talk". The more she struggles against the log and the whip the better the action. Let her have some sleep and a little food. Her feet returned to the floor and her hands hung in front of her.
Tevo picked up her clothes and necklace. They left the room, each turning back for one last look at the Amazon beauty, their imaginations running wild.
She stood unmoved absorbing their stares. Only when they were long out of earshot did she lie down on the dungeon floor adopting the fetal position. Her ankles remained chained, as did her hands, but she could at least sleep. Later some food and water were passed through the hole in the door. The men retired for the night. Nemo could not believe his good fortune. The Amazon bodyguard would be interrogated until she revealed the whereabouts of the Princess.
A party would be sent out to capture Sempha and then she, in turn, would be questioned until she revealed the location of the treasure. He would be rich…. Just before he went to sleep he studied the arm jewelry that had been removed from the prisoner. He noticed some words inscribed on the inside and held it up to the candle. With deep appreciation of your unstinting loyalty. What a pretty name," he said out-loud. You're MY plaything now".
At the same time as the king was in his bedroom studying the jewelry, a man was opening a door at the other end of the castle that led to a lower level. The soldier had no appetite for taking the stairs down.
Few people ventured here. But he had a message to deliver although he had no desire to meet with the recipient personally. He would simply pass it under the door. A short while later the dungeon master picked up a piece of paper from the floor. Tall, beautiful, muscled, big breasts — and very feisty. She's being paraded tomorrow. Might be time to prepare the device". Amphora lay on the floor, the stone cold and unforgiving. The flickering torches cast moving shadows, the light reflecting off the damp patches that pitted the walls.
Creatures scampered in the corners of the dungeon but, whatever they were, they left her alone. The Amazon's mind raced. She knew Sempha would come for her. For how long would she have to hold out against these brutes?
She remembered Sempha's words when she was first appointed as her bodyguard. The men are evil beyond words. Their women are ugly so you would be a great prize in their world. But above all else, gold is everything to them. They know that only I hold the secret to the location of the treasure.
If they took you they would expect you to co-operate; to tell them where they would find me so that I, in turn, could be abducted and questioned to reveal my knowledge. If you chose to remain silent they would torture you in hideous ways.
Even a woman with a body as remarkable as yours would be sacrificed if it meant getting closer to the gold". Sempha had looked away. A memory had come back to haunt her.
He'd had the cruelest mouth and ugliest teeth she'd ever seen. The words made Amphora shudder just as they had done when she first heard them. The subject was never broached again. It was as if it was too terrible to contemplate.
Amphora's body ached from the beating. But she was fit in the extreme and the discomfort would soon subside. The marks were already dulling. The guard knew how to inflict pain without leaving evidence. There were no bruises. She ate the food and drank the water knowing she would need all her strength the next day, and probably for several days to come.
The food was surprisingly good; fresh raw vegetables, meat and bread. She was under no illusion that catering to her taste buds was their intention; that this was about keeping her in peak condition for the ordeals that lay ahead. Amphora tried not to think about what they might have planned for her.
Despite her efforts to conjure up thoughts of home, the warrior's mind kept returning to the moment of her capture. She remembered killing at least three of the men. It was while withdrawing her sword from the torso of a dead soldier that she had felt the huge weight of the oily net come down on her. She had fought to escape, furiously cutting at the hemp with her dagger, but the men had been quickly upon her. While the soldiers had pinned her down she had heard their leader yelling instructions.
Even at that moment of intense stress she knew the full meaning behind the words. That she had been taken alive and that she was to be delivered unmarked because it would increase the pleasure of the Thoranian king. She remembered the net being removed and her hands being tied behind her back. The leader, not satisfied, had bound her elbows too. She mustn't get away". The men had removed her armour taking every opportunity to brush themselves against her struggling body.
She could almost hear the sound of it being thrown onto a pile. If twenty of them come for her we're doomed". Seeing one of the men removing a yellow-stained cloth from his pocket she had clamped her mouth shut.
They had held her head while the rag was put against her lips, held in place by a rope across the front of her mouth that was gathered behind her head by one of the thugs. He had pulled and yanked at the rope until her teeth had been wrenched apart and the filthy thing thrust into her mouth.
Having successfully gagged her they had tied the rope tight around her head, her cheeks forced back baring her perfect teeth. Even now she could taste the foul gag. Looking back she wondered again if she could have escaped but it was hard to see how. So many men against just one woman — even for her too great a force to overcome. Amphora couldn't have known that while the men had been preparing her for their departure, Sempha and Glaina had been watching the scene from a safe vantage point.
Sempha's golden hair shone in the sun, tears welling up in her pale blue eyes. Glaina had flung back her mane of curly copper hair, fire in her emerald green eyes, anger welling up inside her at the treatment being metered out to her twin sister. We can handle those bastards. Sempha had gripped her bodyguard's forearm. Amphora can't help us and they still have that net. We need to get back and organize a rescue mission.
Your sister is strong". But it's best we go and get an assault group ready, plan thoroughly, and act". The two warriors had crawled back from the hillside and run home. It had been a two-day journey back to the Thoranian castle for the soldiers and their beautiful prisoner. They had tied a noose around her neck and made her walk behind one of the horses. Anyone less fit than her would have had difficulty keeping up.
As it was, the gag had impeded her breathing. They had only stopped for food and water once each day. We'll be safer once we've crossed the border". The group had entered friendly territory late that afternoon and just before midnight had holed up for the night at the house of an ally. The owner had been sworn to secrecy about the nature of their captive lest word slip out as to her whereabouts. Amphora had been taken to an upstairs room and tied to a bed. The men had not risked untying her hands or elbows; they had satisfied themselves with spreading her legs wide, tying her ankles to the bed posts, and tying a rope around her neck, each end of the rope reaching to the opposite corner of the bed above her head, tight enough to restrain but not to mark.
The leader had reminded his men that she was not to be harmed; that the king was to be the first man to have her. Guards had been stationed at the bedroom door and the leader himself had fed her although he required help from two men to replace her gag. The householder's wife had been instructed to wash the bound warrior as much as was possible without stripping or untying her, and to help her relieve herself. The woman had been kind and respectful but would offer the Amazon no assistance to escape; the price that would have been paid by the householder's family was too high to risk.
The next morning they had come for her early. They had wanted to smuggle her into the castle unannounced. She had been bundled into the back of a covered wagon and hidden under a blanket.
It had seemed an age but eventually they had arrived at the castle. She had been taken from the wagon, covered in a black cloak, and taken down to the dungeons. She had fought her abductors as best she could but had been too securely tied to offer any meaningful resistance.
Then had followed the humiliation of being stripped. And then the punishment. She felt her eyes getting heavy. She drifted into sleep. Elsewhere in the castle, Tevo was surrounded by a bevy of soldiers all anxious to hear the story of the Amazon's capture.
Word was beginning to spread that she would be paraded the next day. People started believing that perhaps it was true; that the army really had taken an Amazon warrior alive. Their hearts quickened at the prospect of seeing one of these legendary creatures firsthand.
Like a lioness in a trap". He liked an audience; a chance to brag. Then everyone piled on top of her, ripped away the net, and held the bitch against the ground face down - overpowered.
Jemius tied her hands behind her back but I wanted to be sure. A couple of guys pulled her elbows together and roped her. I told them not to mark her but they couldn't resist pulling those ropes real tight!
I tell you, it took all their strength to hold her. Then they turned her over — put her on her back. She was a sight for sore eyes". Never seen such gorgeous tits. Heaving and straining against her top. It took all of my discipline not to rip off her clothes and give her one there and then.
But Nemo would have had my balls for breakfast". She was kicking and struggling but we had her. I was worried she might have tried to call out to her friends so I had her gagged. After a little persuasion, Pilo's handkerchief got stuffed into her mouth".
And we dragged her off. And here we are. You wait till you see her tomorrow boys. You've never seen anything like it". Sure, she's pretty as hell.
But it's her body. I've never seen such a hard body. Every muscle tight and taut. Toned like you wouldn't believe. And so amazingly sexy. She's just incredibly fit with stunning definition, perfect skin, the thickest silkiest hair, and the horniest smell.
Sure, she's a six footer……. I mean, when she was running behind the horse I was wetting myself. The muscles in her flanks like those of a goddess. Her hair swinging from side to side. And I could see from the way her muscles were working in those rounded shoulders and powerful arms that she was struggling all the while against the ropes. You'll hear more tomorrow. I can tell you this though. That's one tough bitch. She doesn't just look rock hard. She IS rock hard. Glamus, that tall bloke, was told to get her name out of her.
There she was, stripped, stretched, tied tight, completely helpless in front of him. He gave her a good beating but to no effect. She's spirited; I'll give her that. She took the punishment and said nothing. And all we wanted was her name!
Tevo got up to go. The elusive figure's reputation spoke for everyone. He's got a treat coming his way! Tevo thought a moment. Says he's waiting for the right subject. I'd bet my last shirt she'll be the first". The cell door burst open. Usually she would have heard them coming and knew she must have been in a deeper sleep than she realized. Tevo was standing in the doorway a wooden club in one hand, a sackcloth dress in the other.
She had no idea what time it was. Six men stormed into the room. They were well organized. Before she could get up two men grabbed her arms and pulled them out over her head. They slammed Amphora's arms and back against the floor, her lightening reactions tensing her neck at the last moment to prevent her skull from hitting the stone. The men knelt on her biceps to hold her down and unfastened the chain that led from her handcuffs. Her hands remained bound.
She struggled fiercely, writhing and bucking in her efforts to escape, her booted ankles held by the manacles. The sides of her breasts smacked against the floor as she arched her back and wrenched her torso from side to side. Her breathing was heavy with the effort. The soldiers pinning her arms looked down the length of her body as she fought. Stretched out in this way her abdomen lay flat, her pelvic bone standing proud bridged by the front of her panties.
They both caught a glimpse of her mound and the forest of dark hair that covered it, neatly trimmed into a straight line. They caught each other's eye and grinned. Two men grabbed her left leg, one sitting on her thigh, the other holding her calf. Another man unlocked the ankle cuff, and the sixth man put on another cuff attached to a length of chain long enough to allow her to walk but too short for her to run.
They repeated the exercise with her right leg. She raised her head to look at the men tying her ankles, her stomach tensing into ridges of solid muscle. With the Amazon splayed out, Tevo drove the end of his club into her unprotected abdomen. The soldiers hauled Amphora to her feet. Tevo threw the dress to one of the men and, while others forced her arms into the air, it was pulled over her head and down her body, a seam holding it in place above her large breasts. The white garment, slightly fitted at the waist, came down to her mid-thighs leaving a tantalizing glimpse of her muscled bronzed legs just above her black thigh boots.
They attached a chain leash around her handcuffs. They pulled her out of the room and along the corridor. She fought in vain against the men; two of them were pulling the leash, the others in support shoving her from behind.
The warrior's ankle chain clanked against the stone floor. The soldiers manhandled her up the stairs, the dungeon guards staring at the beautiful Amazon, thick black hair flaying as she struggled.
As they neared the exit their ears filled with sound from the waiting mob, like hyenas baying for blood. They pushed their prisoner into the open air. She squinted against the glare, instantly feeling the sun's heat on her skin. A huge cheer went up from the crowd. There must have been hundreds of them. Soldiers lining the battlements looked down at the spectacle. Thoranian flags flew from the four towers that marked the corners of the quadrangle, the red Minotaur against a white background a menacing sight.
Amphora looked up and saw a wooden platform assembled in the centre of the courtyard on which was positioned a thick oak log supported by two posts set three feet apart. She could just make out two rusty manacles, one at each end of the wood. The posts were topped with a Y-shaped construction holding the log and tall men with ropes dangling from their hands stood one each side of the beam. The group started making their way to the platform, the throng parting in front of them as their victim was dragged forward.
Those at the back could only make out a dark haired figure being pulled along but those close enough were able to witness a sight they thought they'd never see: They saw how she strained against the bonds.
The muscles rippling in her strong arms and powerful shoulders were mesmerizing to behold, the glimpse of her thighs below the white skirt electrifying. They took her around the back of the platform and dragged her up onto the stage. They forced her to stand at the front, the log behind her. The spectators shrieked with pleasure.
They always loved the parading of war booty, but this captive was a league above anything they had seen previously. Looking out Amphora could see mostly men but there were female faces too; ugly just as she had been told. The women were enjoying the show every bit as much as the men. She was surrounded by six soldiers, two holding each of her arms.
Tevo came onto the platform and waved the crowd to hush. It was no lie. We have taken one alive. Now she is ours. Chants and yells came from all sides, most of it indecipherable. She could make out a few phrases. Serve her to the dogs". The crowd grew quiet and a person near the back called out "Give her to the dungeon master".
Everyone turned to stare. Before Amphora knew what was happening one of the guards came up behind her and grabbed her around the neck, his forearm gripping her like a vice.
Gasping for breath she was hauled backwards towards the log, the chains at her feet nearly causing her to stumble. She was thrown against the log and, just as she was regaining her balance, another soldier, positioned behind the wood, grasped a clump of her hair.
He pinned her head on the top of the log, his arm leaning heavily across her throat. She winced, her face betraying the difficulty she was having breathing. Her eyes bulged, her face started to redden, and her tongue reached for air.
They knew she couldn't fight in this position. Even through the dress she felt the wood's roughness across her bare back and shoulders. Two men grabbed her left leg and undid the metal cuff. They pulled her booted limb across to the post, tied her ankle, and did the same to her right leg.
The thugs were aware that this next part was the most dangerous — releasing her hands. Two soldiers held her right arm, two her left. Another of the group undid the cuffs that held her wrists.
The moment they were free, the men hauled her arms up to the log. The warrior knew she was to be tied and fought like a wild creature, the muscles in her biceps and triceps flexing as she struggled. The sinews in her shoulders showed through her flesh. Despite the fierceness of her resistance they held her pinned. Five onto one was too many. The men standing at each end of the posts started tying her wrists to the oak. Her head darted from side to side as she fought, her hair flaying.
They wound the ropes around her wrists, through the manacles, and around the log time and again until there was no movement in her arms. When he knew their victim was securely restrained the man who held her head released his grip. The soldiers pulled away and there she was for all to see: They had secured her in such a way that her arms were bent at the elbows.
In this position, her biceps and triceps were accentuated, as was the roundness and size of her shoulders. Tevo approached the prisoner and pulled her hair away from her face, pushing it down behind her back.
This was the reaction he had hoped for. He knew the king wanted information, and soon, but this exhibition was important moral building for his troops and was worth the extra time. He knew that they would all remember this day; the day they saw their first Amazon in captivity. And they would want more in the future. The Captain smiled and produced a knife. He made as if to check the blade was sharp, acting out as if he'd cut himself.
He approached the helpless struggling woman and the crowd silenced. She was about to be humiliated further and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. He stood before her. What are you going to do to stop me from showing these people your stupendous body? I thought you were supposed to be strong?! She gnashed her teeth and made a sound like a tigress hissing. You and any of your pathetic soldiers". That she was feisty and spirited heightened the drama. He flicked his knife through the seam just above her heaving breasts.
Then he went behind her and made the same cut at her back. The dress was held in place by thin material. Coming round to face her again he replaced the knife in his belt. Off in the distance a crow could be heard such was the quiet in the square.
Except last night of course. And now, Amphora, your body is public property. Such a pretty name". She glared at him. In her culture no one called her Amphora unless they were her friend. To hear him use her name sullied its sound. Tevo moved off to one side to ensure she was in full view of the audience.
He signaled to two of the men who came and stood one each side of her. Each grabbed a side of her dress. She thrashed against the ropes harder than ever, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. Amphora, personal bodyguard to Princess Sempha". A ripping sound cut through the silence as she was stripped. The crowd got their first look at her magnificent body. Gasps, howls of delight, men suddenly hardening. None of them had seen such beauty.
Whip her," they yelled in unison. She felt totally vulnerable. She desperately wanted to cover her breasts; an instinctive protective reaction. She looked hard to her left at the ropes that held her outstretched arm to the wood. She flexed her hand in and out, the effect of her working muscles rippling through her arm. She looked to her right. There was no give. Her pectorals ached with the effort of trying to free herself, desperate as she was to cover her bare chest.
She was tied spread out for them to take her in. Every time she struggled her breasts swayed from side to side — bounced up and down.
The crowd was lapping up the spectacle. I'll leave them to it". Tevo made as if to leave the platform but remembered one last thing. Tell us where we'll find the Princess and we'll take you down.
Your ordeal will be over. He left the platform, the guards staying to enjoy the view close-up. They left their victim spread-eagled in the fierce heat for two hours.
To Amphora it seemed like an eternity. No one was allowed onto the platform but people thronged forward to get a better look.
They took in her bronzed flawless skin, her stunning face, her cat-like fiery eyes, her outstretched arms rippling as she fought, her biceps, triceps, and shoulders especially prominent, her astonishing breasts with their distinctive nipples, her flat muscled abdomen, her V-shaped torso, her slim waist, her tiny black panties, her powerful shapely legs so sexy in her thigh boots.
She sweated from every pore, the glistening sheen on her body heightening her allure. In his mind e very man had her in his bed, the Amazon crying out in ecstasy or pain depending on the nature of the fantasy he was enacting. The women had her too, either tasting the juice between the warrior's parted legs or scarring her, their jealously for her incredible beauty enraging them.
The log was harsh against Amphora's skin. The sun beat down mercilessly on her naked body. Her mouth was parched with thirst. The worst pain for her, though, was the humiliation.
The crowd liked a fighter. At the other end of the square, in full view of her vision, she noticed some men erecting a tall thick wooden post on top of another stage.
Instinctively she knew that that was her next destination. Tevo was walking towards the whipping post when a messenger approached him. Tevo made his way to Nemo's quarters and knocked on the door. Nemo passed the Captain a scroll and sat back in his chair. He leaned forward, an all-consuming greed etched into the lines on his face. That's a plan I've written. Tevo unraveled the parchment and read for a moment. When shall we leave?
The Amazons will be taking no chances. Although they know Amphora is strong and will resist as long as she can, they'll probably assume that she'll break eventually. They know we'll then come for their Princess. An attempt to rescue our captive is a certainty but they won't risk Sempha.
She'll be involved in the preparations but once they're complete she will go deep underground. We need to get to her before that happens. Take the sea route. They will be anticipating a land offensive. Going the longer way round will cost an extra two days but you'll have the advantage of surprise". Tevo nodded as he listened.
If she talks," he checked himself, "sorry, WHEN she talks, we'll send you the information she reveals with our fastest riders". Nemo held the Captain's eyes. But I want the Princess. Do what you have to. I want the treasure and I want it NOW". At a window high up in the castle, looking down at the perfection of the Amazon woman's struggling outstretched naked body, a man stood and smiled, thin mean lips baring yellowed broken teeth. He'd seen an Amazon once before, in another place, when he was working for a different leader prior to the overthrow of his country by the Thoranians.
He remembered how he'd approached her while she was being taken to her cell. The guards had given him a moment and he'd thrust his hand into her honey-blonde hair, yanked back her head, and whispered into her ear, telling her all the gruesome things he was going to do to her once she'd been handed over to him for questioning.
He'd released her hair and, even now, all this time later, his face flushed with rage when he recalled how she'd glared at him, mocking him with her cool light-blue eyes, before spitting in his face. The soldiers had whisked her away giving him no opportunity to retaliate. They taunted him then and they taunted him now. But the idiot guards had let her escape before he'd had a chance to interrogate her.
It was that woman who had inspired him to design the new equipment. He'd hoped against hope that one day he would be presented with a suitable victim. He had no intention of wasting the first thrill of its use on any regular prisoner.
He turned away from the window and made for the door muttering to himself. Just like the note said. Time to prepare the device. At last I have a worthy subject".
Amphora heard footsteps on the stairs at the back of the platform. Britt appeared in front of her, his shadow providing a moment of respite from the relentless sun. He stood leering at her. She'd seen a hundred faces pass before her eyes as they had dragged her to be paraded. The soldier was stocky in build, five foot eight inches tall. Look at me again bitch. She glared down at him and shook her head free of his grip, her hair flaying and her breasts swaying provocatively.
He angled his head up and went to kiss her. His back was to the crowd so they had been unable to see the brief exchange. For so many to have witnessed his rejection would have been unthinkable. Only the two of them knew that she had won that skirmish. Those at the front of the crowd sensed there was a battle of sorts underway on stage and started moving to the sides of the platform to get a better view of the action. The soldier saw them.
He was determined not to loose face. Getting her to talk would win him great kudos; promotion even. She turned back towards him, narrowing her eyes. I'm way out of your league". He stepped forward again. I'll do as I please with you". Amphora balled and unballed her fists. She arched her back and raised her torso, driving her head back against the top of the log in yet another futile attempt to free herself. The Amazon's breathing deepened, her ribcage expanding and contracting, her breasts rising and falling.
His face was only inches away from her prominent nipples. How he enjoyed watching her squirm. The view of her body from so close surpassed even his wildest fantasy. Britt tweaked and flicked her nipples as if to demonstrate his total control of her. He rubbed his hand across her stomach, his fingers tracing every ridge of her muscled abdomen through a layer of sweat. He let his thumb run through the dimples formed each side of the muscle band that ran down her body from the centre of her chest.
He watched her breasts gently bobbling, their weight giving them a momentum she was powerless to control. From this close he could hear the softest squeaks coming from her leather boots as she fought the ropes. He could see that what appeared from a distance to be an unbroken sheen of sweat was in fact thousands of tiny droplets merged together. He watched while one, then another, then three together, tumbled into each other and cascaded down her body like mini waterfalls. Everything about this woman was tantalizing.
Without warning Britt grabbed her left nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed hard. He twisted the nipple backwards and forwards as if he was trying to detach it from her aureole. It slipped in his hand making him tighten his grip even further. He savoured its rough texture between his fingers. He saw her eyes squint betraying her discomfort. The man drove his thumbnail into the nipple and heard her sharp intake of breath. Knowing he'd found a weak spot, he pulled her nipple sharply towards him elongating her breast away from her body.
With his other hand he unsheathed his dagger and placed the blade against her extended nipple. Despite the heat she could feel the steel's coldness.
Serve it to the dogs? The king would kill you. And you know it. Not that he's going to get it". He released her nipple and ran the shiny blade down towards the base of her breast allowing the knife to press against her heaving flesh, indenting but not cutting. She fought to check her breathing in an effort to calm the thug. She knew she was exciting him and that one careless slip could result in her being cut. The blade rested in her cleavage, the sharp edge threatening her right breast.
Britt met her eyes. The soldier noticed the muscles in her arms flexing as she engaged her bonds for the hundredth time. Her arms and legs were held as securely now as they had been for the past two hours. She was powerless to prevent him doing what he wished with her; to graze her, to knick her, to cut her, to stab her. Her hard bronzed body was spread open before him; an open target. So very strong yet so utterly vulnerable. No one had ever held a knife to her flesh before now.
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