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Trained
(Fiaine Cluiun)

Anthea trembled as Wyatt held her on his lap. What had she done? How could she have been so weak as to beg him to fuck her? Her heart raced, fear and hunger worked through her body as she tried not to cry. They'd find her tears amusing, or worse, an indication they could use her. Perhaps not sexually, not with the way her new husband had shown himself to be, but in other ways. 

She glanced at the bondmaid still impaled on the man's cock, her legs bound apart, hands bound above her head. Her body on display for all to see. Even as she watched the man inside her lifted her off his lap and pushed the chair out. 

"Next!"

Laughter erupted as two men rose, both eager to take his place. 

Others moved through the room, laughing, groping women, enjoying their food, but none of it appealed to Anthea. The longer she remained in the main hall, the greater the risk her husband would strip her for all to see. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Whatever he did, she'd begged him to take her, fuck her, take her back to his room where she could find out what it was like to be his bride.

His slut.

She swallowed down her fear, all too aware of the shivers running through her body. He knew everything happening to her, had made it clear he could smell her arousal and feel the damp heat seeping from between her thighs. She was nothing but a slut if how her body now reacted was anything to go by. A slut owned by a single man. 

No, I'm not. It's his fault. He's why I'm reacting this way. Not the men out here. Not how they are using the bondmaid.

"Come then, wife. Let us find out if we are suited to each other?" 

"Yes sir." And if we're not? They were married, he couldn't simply toss her aside without proof of either infidelity  -  which didn't include him willingly sharing her with another man, and sex with another woman didn't count  -  or she proved to be infertile.  

He lifted her from his lap, setting her to one side before he turned his attention to the waiting audience. The room went quiet, every eye now on the head table. 

"Gentlemen, I believe it's time I took my wife away from all of this, leaving the rest of you to enjoy the day as you please. At least until there's work to be done. If you need to disturb me, remember, it better be a matter of life and death. Or it will be your lives. Your death." Ice surrounded the final two words. "Enjoy."

A low cheer built, reluctant at first. No doubt the threat at the end had taken some of the joy from the day. But a moment later two bright souls added rousing cheers quickly picked up by the others.

Wyatt turned his attention to the High Priest. "Your grace, it has been a pleasure and an honor, but I'm sure you understand there are marital matters I must attend to. The duty of a lord never ends."

The High Priest's cold eyes narrowed. "I do indeed understand, as the duties of a priest continue night and day. It's a pity the old way of deflowering the bride before witnesses has faded into obscurity. I would have enjoyed such a demonstration of womanly virtue."

"The sheet will be displayed; on that you have my word."