A Caged Bird Doesn't Cry - Chapter 7 Part II

 Chapter 7 Part II

Rustle, rustle.

The sound of ribbons untying and fabric sliding apart cut through the silence like a serpent. The Duke watched with amused interest as she undressed, refilling his glass. The sharp, pungent aroma of the amber liquor—something Laticia had never tasted—made her crave it desperately. Sobriety felt unbearable now.  

Despite her desire to flee, Laticia’s body moved obediently. Soon, not a single thread remained. But once bare, she faltered. Her fingers fumbled clumsily over unfamiliar terrain—she had never touched herself there before.  

Was she covering herself? Rubbing? The uncertain motions of her fingers drew Andrea’s derisive glance.  

"What are you doing?"

Though his tone held no urgency, panic spurred Laticia to part herself and slip a finger inside. Yet it only left her more confused. She knew shockingly little about her own body. Andrea smirked at her hapless exploration.  

"Masturbating instead of proving it? Amusing."

"N-no, that’s not—"

Indignation flared, but her current position—n*ked, fingers between her legs—was humiliation enough. Swallowing the urge to cry, she explained:  

"They said... if you press there the first time, blood comes out."

Then hastily added:  

"Though not for everyone."

Andrea observed the small hand wriggling between her clenched thighs. At best, she might have reached the cleft of her labia—nowhere near the entrance.  

"So, with your fingers?"

Laticia nodded resolutely. Those slender digits could prod all day and never draw blood. He doubted she’d even find the right hole.  

For a moment, Andrea debated. Watching her struggle was entertaining—his original intent. But the throbbing weight between his legs had eroded that purpose.  

His resolve to never touch her lowborn flesh unraveled. Should’ve never let her mouth on my fingers. Never checked her pulse when she lay dying. Yet he had, and now the unsated desire was his to bear.  

This would be fleeting. A diversion. One taste, and he’d discard her. Should’ve devoured her from the start. Then he’d have tired of her sooner, avoided this nuisance.  

"I’ll verify it myself."

Laticia’s eyes widened. The vivid violet of her irises sent an inexplicable thrill through him.  

"M-Master will...?"

She withdrew her idle hand but couldn’t bring herself to spread her legs. Instead, she hesitantly grasped his wrist—a bold effort to guide him. Andrea scoffed when he realized her intent.  

"Why settle for that?"

With his free hand, he stroked his length, already fully erect. The motion made him seem even larger. Laticia’s vision swam.  

The Duke meant to take her.  

'It’s nothing. Nothing at all. Really—nothing.'

She fought for calm. She’d had him in her mouth before. This was just... lower. No different. It isn’t. It can’t be.  

"Ah—!"

Before Laticia could steady her breathing, the Duke lifted her onto his lap. The thick tip mercilessly breached her entrance, drawing a strangled scream from her lips.

"Ah! Aah! N-no! Aaah!"

Though only the crown had entered, Laticia thrashed like a small fish impaled on a harpoon. Her trembling body couldn't endure long before another upward thrust reduced her to sobs.

"It hurts... Master, it hurts so much..."

The Duke despised crying women in his bed. He'd had virgins before, but none wept so profusely. Typically, they'd prepare themselves with oils or toys to accommodate him. This situation only irritated him - yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. Even this shallow penetration brought exquisite tightness. Gripping her slender waist, he forced her down.

"AAAAH!"

Laticia's scream echoed as white-hot pain seared through her. It felt like being branded with a red-hot iron rod. When she instinctively pressed her tear-streaked cheek against his shoulder, her whisper came broken:

"G-gently... please, Master..."

The Duke glanced at where they joined. A thin trail of blood trickled down his shaft from the airtight seal of her entrance. Forcible entry might be possible, but unreasonable in this state. Suppressing his frustration, he withdrew and roughly palmed her breasts.

"Eep...?"

Laticia stared blankly upward. The unfamiliar sensation of being groped momentarily distracted her from the burning between her thighs. As his grip tightened, she squirmed.

"It hurts..."

Ignoring her protests, the Duke kneaded ruthlessly. He'd never understood sl*ve merchants' obsession with flesh quality until now - the way her skin glided silkily under his palms, the surprising resilience beneath softness. When he bit a peaked nipple, her shocked gasp pleased him.

"Ahhn!"

Laticia clapped a hand over her mouth, horrified at the sound she'd made. The Duke scraped his teeth in retaliation.

"Hng...!"

Another unbidden moan escaped. As he suckled, her attempts to push him away dissolved into helpless fist-clenching. Her honest reactions amused him.

"Has no one tasted these before?" he taunted between licks. "What a waste, when they respond so beautifully."

Laticia could only shake her head. Strangely, as her breasts were handled, the ache between her legs transformed into an odd tingling. She didn't realize how drenched she'd become until the Duke's finger slid effortlessly through swollen folds.

"Ah! Not th-!"

His probing fingers encountered startling wetness. When he pressed her entrance, slickness gushed forth. Testing further, he inserted a finger - but her inner walls remained stubbornly tight. His initial assessment needed revision: this narrow passage would struggle to admit even her slender fingers, let alone... Since he had pushed it in without thinking, it was understandable why she was having such a hard time.

"Hah... haa..."

Laticia tensed at the intrusion before recognizing it as fingers rather than that terrifying thickness. The burning remained, but this she could endure. As his fingers worked deeper, stroking and pressing mysterious spots, unfamiliar pleasure blossomed.

"Mmm..."

The Duke captured her moaning lips, nibbling the plush softness until she mewled. Inside her, a warm wellspring began flowing. The lewd squelching sounds made her flush crimson.

"Ah..."

Finding her shame endearing, he gripped her nape - only for Laticia to jerk away, hands covering her mouth.

"What nonsense is this?"

"K-kisses share breath... and breath carries... the soul!" she stammered. "That... that can't be given..."

Her babbling boiled down to: a sl*ve's body could be taken, but never her soul. The absurdity made him laugh aloud. This sl*ve had a talent for irritation.

Yet something uglier lurked beneath. The Duke grasped for a more palatable explanation - and found one.

"Who fed you such drivel?"

"Just... my own thoughts."

The answer somewhat mollified him. Had she named that young painter or some senile old man, he might have wrung her neck. Still annoyed, he knew exactly how to vent his mood. But first...

"Wha-? Ah! Nngh!"

When the Duke pushed her down and moved between her thighs, Laticia panicked. The wet, sinuous muscle probing inside felt nothing like fingers or that other horror. It coiled and thrust until she near fainted from overwhelming sensation.

"Master! Please!"

He easily pinned her thrashing legs, lapping at her core with vulgar sounds. An act he'd never stoop to before - a woman's hole existed for fu*king, nothing more. Yet her intoxicating sweetness had grown irresistible. He needed to taste its source.

'This sl*ve truly...'

When Laticia's nectar indeed tasted of grapes, the Duke laughed against her quivering flesh. Mortified, she covered her face with both hands. Each movement of his dark hair against her thighs sent electric jolts through her oversensitive nerves.

"Enough... please..."

Instead of stopping, he curled his tongue upward, rapidly flicking a particular spot. The vibrations shattered Laticia's control.

"Ah! Aahn! S-something's... wrong!"

How had he come to suckle a lowly sl*ve's ¢unt? He was always the one being served. The role reversal twisted something in his chest - yet he couldn't stop. Drinking his fill, he finally pulled back with a sneer.

"Dripping like this, yet you can't take me?"

"......"

Laticia had no reply. Her master seemed oblivious to his own monstrous size. Noticing blood still clinging to his shaft, she grasped at straws.

"The proof... You saw the blood..."

As she sighed in relief, the Duke covered her completely. When his blunt tip found the spot his tongue had abused, Laticia struggled anew.

"I proved... why...?"

"Does a master need reasons to claim his sl*ve?"

With that cruel smile, he sheathed himself fully. No amount of wetness could ease the stretch - her passage remained excruciatingly narrow for his girth. He cared not, driving forward relentlessly.

"No! St-stop! Nngh!"

Her screams went unheeded as he bottomed out with a satisfied groan. The sensation exceeded expectations - her velvety walls clenched deliciously around him. Gripping her nape, he began pistoning upward to strike that tender spot near her womb.

"Hah... haa..."

Laticia thrashed as each thrust sent burning waves through her abdomen. The stretch bordered on unbearable, yet...

"I can't... take this..."

"You're doing perfectly."

His mocking praise accompanied shallow rotations, gradually coaxing her body to adapt. Strangely, her innocent expression contrasted with how greedily her flesh clung to him - even pulsing suggestively around his length.

The Duke smirked. This sl*ve might entertain him longer than anticipated. Withdrawing until just his crown remained, he admired how her flushed inner lips clung to him.

"Haaah..."

The moment his girth vanished, Laticia gasped in relief. She prayed it was over - foolish hope, having witnessed his usual endurance. Her naivety cost her; when he slammed back in, her unprepared body arched violently.

"Welcoming me so eagerly?" he mocked, spreading her cheeks wider.

Though clearly pained, her tight heat milked him deliciously. Had he known such pleasure awaited, he'd have claimed her sooner. What difference did status make when flesh felt this good?

Rationalizing thus, the Duke dismissed any unease about bedding a sl*ve. Her inner walls were sublime - warm, sweet, and growing increasingly skilled. If she responded this well initially, proper training might make her spectacular.

"Seems I bit off more than expected," he mused darkly, never ceasing his thrusts.

Her pliant breasts filled his hands delightfully. But his focus remained below, where he began angling upward to assault one particular spot.

"Ah! Aahn! No!"

Laticia whitened as he hammered that sensitive ridge. When she tried squirming away, he pinned her ruthlessly. Tears pooled in her eyes - yet amidst the pain came bursts of frightening pleasure.

"Can't... nngh! Bathroom... I need-!"

"Going to piss yourself?"

His crude language shocked her into stillness. The sensations kept mounting until, without warning, her body convulsed violently.

"Hah! Ah! Aaahn!"

Clear, scentless liquid gushed over the Duke's abdomen. Horrified, Laticia apologized profusely, mistaking it for urine.

The Duke licked a finger clean with exaggerated relish. "Making such a mess demands compensation."

"......"

Humiliated beyond words, Laticia could only endure as he resumed pounding into her oversensitive flesh. His final words before putting her lips on it which sent fresh shame coursing through her:

"Delicious."

Andrea chuckled at her inexperience despite her claims of virginity. To think her body could be this sensitive.

"Have you ever tasted yourself before?"

Of course, there's no way she had ever done that. Without waiting for an answer, Andrea leaned back and pointed to his lower abdomen where Laticia had left her mark earlier like territorial claim.

"Lick it clean."

Though still sore, grateful just for the relief in her lower belly, Laticia bent forward obediently. A faint sweetness of grapes touched her tongue before disappearing. The puppy-like lapping only teased Andrea further. No point wasting time.

"Enough, stop...!"

When Andrea suddenly pinned her down again, Laticia desperately pushed at his shoulders. Not just from unfamiliar pain - she feared becoming one with him again. Thinking receiving him below would be like taking him in her mouth had been a grave miscalculation.

Every sensation he evoked against her will felt foreign and terrifying. That she didn't entirely hate them, that some primal part wanted more, disgusted her. She struggled futilely against Andrea.

"N-no... don't... ah, stop!"

But no amount of squirming moved the immovable man. Easily spreading knees she'd clenched tight, he slowly sheathed himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The relentless pounding had her body rocking uncontrollably.

Andrea sucked greedily at her panting tongue as if to drink her very soul. When brutal thrusts against her cervix drew moans, he swallowed those too.

"You swallow so well, don't you?"

Laticia whimpered as he alternated nibbling her nipples with deep strokes. The way her inner walls clenched around him felt different now - not just accepting but actively milking him with greedy suction.

"Ah... no, I can't...!"

Noticing her body's betrayal, Laticia babbled helplessly. Her shoulders trembled along her spine before the quakes spread everywhere. Andrea felt it all as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pistoned into her.

"Ah! Ahhn! Nngh... ah! AH!"

Veins bulging, he ruthlessly scraped her oversensitive walls. Laticia sobbed uncontrollably as her mind boiled over, toes curling. When her lower belly contracted violently, Andrea slammed hard into her lower body.

"HHAAAAAANG!"

Feeling something far thicker than her own fluids flood her depths, Laticia blacked out.

"Troublesome."

He'd only just begun. Clicking his tongue at her collapsed form, Andrea noted how her snug passage still pulsed around him. Normally he'd withdraw before climax, but today he pushed deeper against habit, wanting to see his seed drip from her pretty folds.

Right on cue, creamy white spilled enticingly from swollen pink. Though spent, his arousal hadn't flagged - seeing her wrecked state only sent more blood south.

Adjusting her limp body, Andrea used his spilled seed as lubricant to continue. While he missed her cute noises and clenching muscles, her slack heat still satisfied him.

"Ha... huu..."

Her snow-white skin now bloomed with his marks. Admiring his handiwork, Andrea's eyes gleamed strangely as he moved.

He didn't stop for a long time. Obsessively biting and sucking her sweet flesh well past dawn. Still unsatisfied, he took her breasts while buried to the hilt inside her - those perfect handfuls he couldn't tire of.

Laticia woke to persistent kneading at her chest. Dazed, she gingerly touched her tender lower belly. Something unfamiliar bulged beneath the skin. Tracing it down, her fingers met something hard and ridged.

"Ah...!"

Realizing what it was, she jerked her hand away in shock - Andrea still filled her completely. Frantically trying to crawl away only proved how tightly they were joined.

"Stuck... we're stuck... get it out please."

Trembling at the thought of being literally attached to him, Andrea calmly explained:

"Might come loose if you try. Get wet like yesterday."

"N-not that...!"

Remembering last night's "help," Laticia hurriedly covered her breasts. It hadn't just been physical joining - sharing breath, gazes, heat, even subtle muscle twitches had made her feel like she'd ceased being herself. She never wanted that again.

"Ah..."

Unaware how thoroughly Andrea had used her unconscious body, Laticia winced at her raw nipples. Andrea watched amused as she tentatively touched herself. Her neglected peaks stiffened eagerly, but it wasn't enough.

Her oversensitive body needed more stimulation now. Hesitantly, Laticia reached between her legs, circling the spot that had sparked pleasure before. Finding some moisture, she rocked her hips slightly. Rather than help, Andrea lifted her hips higher while staying buried.

"Ha! AH!"

Her swollen entrance clenched in shock around him. Hair standing on end, she recognized the signs of that overwhelming pleasure from before - the strange mix of ecstasy and sorrow she remembered all too clearly.

"Master... ah... hurts..."

"You asked for this."

Andrea thrust indifferently. Now awake, her passage squeezed him greedily. Despite multiple releases, another climax already built.

"AH! HAAHN!"

When her thighs fluttered in orgasm, he followed. By now he couldn't tell if he was trying to push out semen or his own flesh - an absurd thought.

Still, a satisfying morning. Watching Laticia pant through aftershocks, Andrea decided she needed more than just his seed - her pitiful stamina couldn't handle even one climax properly.

Thus Laticia found herself unwillingly sharing the Duke's table, utterly bewildered.

"Eat. I'll fill you up more if it's not enough."

While Andrea drank wine, he gestured at the food spread before Laticia. Exhausted as she was, the aromas stirred her appetite. She pointed at the least intimidating item.

"What's this?"

The Duke glanced dismissively. "Bread."

Laticia froze. Only knowing hard black loaves, this fluffy golden mound seemed alien. Poking it experimentally, she marveled as it sprang back.

"It's... soft. And white inside..."

Hesitantly tearing a piece, she tentatively nibbled. Encouraged to try other dishes, she speared a mushroom and brightened at the flavor, eagerly eating more.

Good she's eating, but...

Andrea found himself inexplicably annoyed.

Why no meat? He'd specifically ordered tender veal. Meat built strength, and he doubted his self-control if she collapsed early again.

Snatching her fork, Andrea speared a large meat chunk and held it out. The mushroom dish he pushed away.

"Too... big."

Blinking at the portion, Laticia shook her head. Impatient, Andrea cut it up himself.

"At this rate..."

"..."

"Who's the sl*ve here?"

He couldn't explain why they were sharing a meal, much less why he was feeding her. Blaming efficiency - he planned to take her again after eating - Andrea watched her flushed face.

"I-I can feed myself."

When she reached for the fork, he easily evaded, leaving her tumbling into his lap instead.

"You're too thin. Sl*ves should serve their masters well - that requires proper nourishment."

Remembering how she'd "served" before passing out, Laticia quietly chewed the meat. Each swallow was immediately followed by another bite, leaving no room for protest.

"Aren't... you eating, Master? You must be hungry."

A transparent attempt to pause the relentless feeding. Andrea simply carved more meat.

"Not at all."

"I'm quite full from last night's... honey."

Laticia's face burned at the obvious reference. She stuffed her mouth with meat to avoid responding, desperately willing this awkward meal to end.

Once finished, she could see Theodore.

But her plans derailed immediately - Andrea carried her back to bed, impatient even for the short walk. With every step, thick fluid leaked from her - just how much had he left inside?

"Master, please..."

Outmatched physically, Laticia tried pleading. She even attempted singing him to sleep, but the gag thwarted her.

Just once more. Endure once more and maybe...

Clutching this hope even through screaming climaxes, Laticia eventually lost count. The saying was right - sl*ves differed little from livestock. The Duke fed her, let her sleep, and took her otherwise.

Through it all, Laticia carefully avoided offending him - except regarding Theodore. Even exhausted beyond coherence, she begged for his painting opportunity. Andrea sneered.

"Still at it, in this state?"

Laticia shook her head weakly but firmly.

"Theodore said... what truly matters is love in one's heart. This... doesn't change love."

Love was pure and noble - not something born from mere physical union. Theodore had braved his father's wrath to bring food and comfort without expectation.

The warmth in Theodore's eyes outshone any jewel to Laticia. How could she not love him?

As she spoke with such conviction, Andrea felt an irritating prick between his ribs - minor but persistent. This thorn needed removing. How dare a sl*ve speak of love and hearts?

'Make her give up.'

Yes, that was necessary.

"Fine. He may paint me."

An efficient solution occurred to Andrea.

"A promise is a promise."

"Really...? Thank you, Master! Thank you!"

Laticia's cheeks pinked with joy as she repeatedly confirmed. The happier she grew, the more twisted Andrea's satisfaction became - though she noticed nothing.

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