Leo Ch. 02

She laughed and ran to the cell bars. He jumped away from her. "Yes. We will see, won't we."

Unsurprisingly, no food came and no blankets or pillows either. The jailer returned every hour or so to taunt her and issue empty threats, but he didn't dare to unlock the door again. When the jailer wasn't there, Leo spent her time thinking about the king, their time together, and what the celebration might entail. She knew that, whatever it was, she would pass it. It just didn't matter what he had to do to her. She would endure it, whatever it was.

The king showed up again that evening. She had not expected to see him again so soon. Apparently neither had the jailer, who looked very sheepish upon unlocking the door for the king. He looked as though he thought Leo would be left there alone for the remainder of her time in the dungeon; the king showing back up seemed to be a very unwelcome surprise to him.

"She has no blankets and pillow," the king said as soon as he saw the dungeon room.

"No Sire," the jailer confirmed. "I - I ordered them, but -"

"Your excuses are irrelevant. They will be here by the next time I return."

"Yes, Sire."

He looked at Leo and appraised her. "Something is wrong. Tell me what it is."

She looked at the jailer and couldn't help a wry smile spill from her face. "*Nothing* is wrong, Sire."

The king followed her gaze to the young man.

"Tell me now, Leo, or you will regret it."

Once again Leo felt the dizzying effect of power, for the second time in her life. Once again a man who had wronged her found his fate to now be in her hands, and she had the choice to be merciful or to seek her revenge.

"Sire, your jailer molested me and threatened to rape me in my sleep. He also refused to feed me and did not order the blankets and pillow as you bade him."

At these words the jailer turned scarlet red, so bright that it was visible even in the dim lighting of the farest dungeon room that they were in.

"You are hurt," the king said, looking at her.

"No Sire," she said. "He was unable to hurt me."

The king nodded curtly and looked back at the jailer. A similarly sinister grin to that of Leo's spread across his face.

"Well, boy," he said jovially. "You assaulted and threatened my property, and disobeyed your king. Speak."

"I - I never, Sire," the young jailer stammered. "I only said - I only meant -"

"Follow me," the king said, and strode back down the dungeon corridor. The jailer shot Leo an absolutely murderous look and followed his king.

The king was not gone long, but the jailer never returned. She did not dare to ask what became of him, but she never saw him again. Over the next week of confinement to the dungeon, as well as thinking about the king and the celebration, she enjoyed herself thinking about the possibilities of different hideous punishments he might have been given.

That evening, and for every morning and evening that week, the king returned and spent some hours with Leo, training her to open her throat to him, to be fucked by him without noise or orgasm, and stretching her narrow passage. Each day she found it easier to hold him in her throat without gagging, to let herself be fucked without cumming, and take him anally without pain.

After he left for the second time on the first day, the young jailer was replaced by a middle-aged man who did not speak to Leo at all, or even look at her. He brought her several blankets to sleep in and a pillow and once a day brought her some simple food, in between her morning and evening sessions with the king. For the entire week her days consisted of training, food and a nap, training, and then a long sleep. She still had no idea what the celebration could be, or how she was supposed to pass the test, but on the last evening of the week, the night before the celebration, the king seemed pleased with her progress.

"I am pleased with you, Leo," he said. "I believe you will pass the test. You will not see me again until the celebration tomorrow. Remember what we have done here this week and remember that you are mine."

He lingered a moment in the cold, dark room, kissed her mouth very briefly, and left.