Page 2 of Prelude to Madness

I undressed slowly, elated to be out of the soiled, dirty rags I’d called clothes.

My prison officer gestured to the steaming bath. I stumbled towards it and lowered myself into the tub. Scalding water met my wounds and I hissed in pain, slowly sinking into the water up to my neck. This must be what heaven felt like.

I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the heat.

“Get a move on, princess. This isn’t a fucking spa. Get washed and into these clothes. His Highness is waiting.”

I sat bolt upright but lost my balance and slipped under the water. A hand gripped my hair, and pulled me up, coughing and spluttering. I gasped for air. Rose water tasted like shit!

“Jesus fucking Christ. Do I have to bathe you too?” The rough hands scouring my body felt unexpectedly good as they purged the accumulation of filth from my skin.

Long-forgotten sensations reared inside me, and my neglected dick decided now would be a good time to wake up. Blood rushed to it, and I felt dizzy and heady with need. An involuntary moan left my lips.

“You like that, princess?” My captor asked, his breathy voice close to my ear, as he moved his hand lower and grasped my hard cock. He squeezed, his touch surprisingly light as he stroked me, while he grazed my shoulder with his teeth.

I shuddered. It had been far too long. I thrust my cock upwards into the circle of his hand. Oh, yes! Exactly like that. I did it again, so close to coming after mere seconds of this man’s touch.

Rick?

A sharp crack sounded, and the hand disappeared. Despite the heat of the water, I shivered at the loss of body contact. What the actual fuck was going on?

“I’ve told you before not to play with the prisoners,” His Highness shouted. I might have felt a little sorry for my captor, but maybe it had more to do with the fact that his hand was no longer around my still erect cock.

I longed for release but knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“Wash him, dress him, and bring him to me.” Another sharp crack, leather on skin. Someone yelped, but I refused to look, squeezing my eyes shut. God, please don’t let me be the next target.

“Here, do it your fucking self.” A washcloth landed in the water. I washed myself quickly, ducking my head under the water again, rubbing my scalp. When I surfaced, I wasn’t shocked the water was now a dirty brown. All the more reason to hate baths, wallowing in your own filth, scum sitting on the surface of the water.

I climbed out. Thank god my dick had decided to behave, and after drying off with the fluffiest towel, I dressed in the clothes left for me: a pair of black, clingy shorts and nothing else.

“Really? This is what you give me?” My captor stalked towards me, slapping the leather crop into his open palm. I backed away. When would I learn to keep my mouth shut?

“Don’t push me, princess.” He shoved me through an open door into a bed chamber. His Highness and two young men lay on an enormous bed, all naked. One had his mouth wrapped around His Highness’s dick. The other kissed him passionately as His Highness fingered his hole.

What fresh hell had I stepped into?

“Play for them.”

“Sorry, what?” I turned to my captor, who pointed at a piano in the corner of the room.

“His Highness wants you to play for them.”

That had to be the weirdest request I’d ever had if I didn’t include being asked to play “Hit Me Baby One More Time” in a local BDSM club. That was a night ’I wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

The leather crop connected with the back of my thighs. I reeled back. Why me? Why was I in this god-forsaken place being asked to play music while three people fornicated on the bed?

I did as he asked, though, and sat at the piano, flexing my stiff fingers and laying them gently on the keys.

I played one of my own compositions and closed my eyes, swaying as I drew the music from the fine instrument.

I was in another world, as often happened when I played, oblivious to the goings on around me.

I played to the sound of grunts and groans, in no doubt about what was taking place on the bed. Without faltering in my music, I sneaked a peek.

His Highness was banging one of them from behind, fisting the young man’s hair. I couldn’t see clearly, but his dick was huge, unnaturally proportioned. How on earth anyone could take it? He slammed into him over and over as the other man wanked himself furiously, his eyes wide and glassy, barely focused.

I was sure drugs were involved. I’d seen that look too many times not to recognise it, and not always on someone else. On the nights I’d written some of my best work, I was not just high on life but high on whatever I’d been able to get my hands on.

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