Sari, looked over the city, most morning she would smile as she looked over the city she would soon own. She was daughter of Prince Eziar, one of the three shared rulers of the city. She would succeed her father, in under a year, she had spent her entire youth training to assume this role. Yet now she scowled, as she knew something was being hidden from her. Her friend and equal Alea, had missed their morning meeting, another Princess, another Daughter of a prince, this time Prince Akeem. Something had happened to her, yet everyone;s lips were sealed when she asked. She had even demanded some of the servants tell her, only to be rebuffed. Yet she had heard something, some of the soldiers had been chatting, not realising she could hear. Alea had been found naked, her arms and legs bound to a pillar in her room. She had been gagged, and then the guards had used the word “raped”. She had no ideas of what it actually meant, she had only heard it as something that the peasants would do to each other. Something that evil men did to women. Yet that meant that Alea had been unclothed and naked in the presence of a man. Sari, was barely able to remove a simple sash, or even adjust her dress, without being surrounded suddenly by seemingly by chaperons, even in the Academy, other students, mostly children from the Nobility, could get away with altering their uniform, yet her, Alea, and Shadha the daughter of the third Prince, Murad were constantly monitored, it was near to oppressive.
Sari knew herself, Alea, and Shadha were different, not only daughters of the Tri Rulers of the city, but also gifted Magus, gifted enough to be ranked up among the top of those gifted with Magic. While the Academy, the pride of their parents, an open school for Nobility and Commoners alike, it made no sense to Sari why these schools were supposed to be open, yet all three of them were so tightly guarded. So the thought of Alea, naked in the room of a man, something that will most likely result in the death of that man, while she knew such thoughts were wicked, she almost trembled with a little bit of excitement, Alea had been bound trapped, she could of refused him, she could of done everything she was suppose to do to reject him, but she would of been forced to do whatever happened. The thought was almost delightfully scandalous. She could only guess what might have happened, and she was feeling herself getting hot at the thought of it. Yet she was visible right now, she knew better to touch herself that way. She wanted to talk to Alea, find out more details… yet would they even let them talk again? She now knew so much of what was absolutely forbidden to them.
“Princess, my lady” a voice broke her away from her thoughts, yet the distraction was a relief, as the more she thought about what happened to Alea, the more excited she was getting yet the more uncomfortable she was also getting. As she looked up, back into her room. “Princess, you have not even summoned your maids to get properly dressed to go to the academy.” the calm stern tone of Zakwan, a tall dark skin man, yet not a man, the deepness of his eyes were the first indication. No Zakwan was a Jinn, a powerful servant, bound by their family, he had been serving their families for generations now. If he had been able to grant wishes, like other such tales of them, they were long since gone, yet she knew he was not bound by the same rules as they were, and while he was a bound servant, he could travel between destinations instantly, and she even knew he had limited ability to travel through time, to deliver a message, or instructions. She could issue an order and he would be forced to do it, that is unless it contradicts an order given by her parents, and as such she knew that him being her was most likely sent by her father to remind her to get ready.
“Thankyou” she replied, dismissing him with a wave.
Yet he would remain a moment longer, she never knew what he was looking at. A small cup would appear in his hand, a small smile on his face, but disappearing, “I would recommend you drink this your highness.It will help calm you down.”
There was little she could hide from those eyes of his, yet this was not the first time she had been given this drink the calm her down, she knew that some of her maid would notice her excitement and report it to her father, and this time that was certainly a conversation she did not want to have with him. As soon as she took the drink, he vanished, sipping it as she rang a bell and almost four maids scurried into the room. Within moments, they had unwrapped her night time garments, as she stood their naked to their eyes and touched. Even before she finished the tea, she could feel its effect, the warmth between her legs, the urge to touch herself, all dying down, dampening. She could feel the soft silk wrap around her body, as she raised her arms, letting them wrap her, and tie off the length of fabric, as another would be wrapped over her head to cover her face as her long flowing black hair was tucked back into the layers of fabric. The fabric was light, and movement was easier, the head coverings were appreciated as soon as she stepped out into the unyielding sun in the city. They did know what they were doing, she would be dressed in colourful silk colours, reds, and traces of deep purples. It did not take them long for them to be dragging her to the door, yet at the same time reminding her, to walk calmly, to walk properly, too large of a step could show too much skin, too quickly and the knots and pins holding the dress together could come loose. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she now wore the clothing she needed to go outside, the colours and patterns with all chosen, each were part of her family’s identity. As much as she hated all the restrictions, she did also love the colours of what amounted to her family’s uniform. They would lose a couple maids, as they left their mansion, only to be replaced by guards, but the remaining maids would close in around her, as if to block the eye sight of the male guards from staring at her longer than appropriate. It was unlike they could see anything beyond her thin silhouette. A brief nod, as their procession would be joined by another girl, standing a little taller, over five feet, dressed in brighter yellow and oranges, the family colours. Sari, would pause, letting her step infront, she was the youngest and this was Shaha the eldest. Yet she would pause… Alea was not here with them, she would be between the two of them. Dress in her blues and golds, the colours of her family. Yet they would approach the Academy, and be escorted inside, taking their seats at the front, a few more of their accompanying party would remain, to watch, to make sure they were not distracted, to make sure the instructor did not focus on the two of them for longer than appropriate. No one would mention Alea being missing, and the lecture would continue on regardless of her missing. Under constant supervision, constant watch until the class broke for a period of time. Sari, Shadha headed to a small area in the school, it was a shrine of sorts, yet only the three of them were permitted to enter. It was allow to let the three of them have a single place where they could be protected, but even allowed more privacy than each of their bed chambers. Yet today there were only two of them.
“Have you heard what has happened to Alea?” Sari broke the silence bringing up the only topic she could think of.
“Yes, she was raped, and because of that she is being Marked by her own father.” Shadha replied calmly.
“Marked?” Why, how did she deserve that? What did she do wrong?” Sari almost stumbled at that, becoming Marked was a fate worse than death, and if one of them could become marked.
“Alea was raped, in her bed chambers. Prince Akeem has that most fortress-like estate, Alea’s room is in one of the central towers of that estate. The only way for a man to have gotten in there to begin with, is for Alea to have somehow had a hand in getting him in there. Alea deserves what has happened and what is happening to her right now.”
Anger flared through Sari, the three of them were supposed to be special, unique in their birth, the magic giftings, even if Sari’s own magical gifting had not awoken yet. “Then it is all a lie, the three of us were supposed to be rulers of this city. We have been told this since we were children.”
“We are still the chosen, we are still unique. That has not yet changed, we are the Pure, we are still spotless and White. While all of the others are tainted in blackness. Alea is now one of them and she has no place amongst us.” Shadha spoke these lines like she believed them.
“Yes she does, she is a friend.” Sari replied passionately
“Don’t you understand yet, we are above that. We all know that our Fathers are not friends, yet they mutually share power for the good of those lesser than them.”
“If we are above friendship, then I would much rather not be Unique” Sari burst out angrily. She did know the truth of Sadha’s statement, as each of the Princes were always on guard from the other two, yet she was sick of it. Alea was a friend, Sadha was a friend.
“You will both join her fate.” a third voice suddenly echoed as someone just appeared.
Both of their eyes shot to that voice, as Zakwan suddenly appeared. Angrily Sadha quickly shot out a command, “Begon Zakwan, you are not permitted here ever.”
Yet, to both Sari and Sadha surprise he did not leave, as he would normally have to, and his reply would be even more surprising. “No.” he had a grin on his face.
Sadha suddenly gasped as she took a step back, her eyes focusing on Zakwan, yet not puzzled, as she realised something. “Run Sari.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be happening.” as he simply turned to Sari, and simply flashed a smile at her. “I knew that she would want to watch this, so I have already taken steps to ensure she won’t be moving far away.” he took another step toward Sadha as the girl backed up against the wall.
“Stay awake from me, you unwashed pig.” as she tried to back more into the wall.
“Too bad you cannot back those words with power… someone who is willing to wear chains to bind her powers, because she fears them.”
“You are not Zakwan” he replied trembling as his hands touched her sides, cringing.
“You are both wrong and write, my dear Sadha, you see, I had a moment’s freedom, the hours and dates of my binding to you girls was off by minutes, thanks to the passage of time. I’ve been plotting my full freedom now for generations thanks to that moment. The still bound version of me, cannot be in the same room as I am, so he will not be able to help you.”
Sari stood there stunned, nothing making sense… yet as she tried to move she could barely move each leg, they suddenly felt like she was chain to the ground. Yet he was also true, her eyes were suddenly locked on Zakwan’s actions, as he had already untied and was tugging on the strands of clothing wrapped around Sadha.They both had known Zakwan their entire life, she had never really thought of him as a male, or one of the commoners, but even Sari then realized that he was the one that had raped Alea earlier, that he alone could appear inside her room, much the same as he had done so right now. He had given her that drink earlier in the day….he must have also drugged her then, knowing that she would be unable to move at this point of time. Yet as she watched Sadha garments fall to the ground, watch the girl cringe and whimper as his fingers now touched bare skin, as her lightly tanned brown skin was visible for her to completely see. Sari knew what she was watching was wrong, yet even if she could move, part of her did not want to take her eyes off.
The clothing on Sadha was now loose enough, with all the knots removed that it start to slide down her body, no longer trying to push Zarkwan away, but trying to hold her loosen clothing, her garments at a pool at her feet, as she stood there completely naked, and Zarkawan pressing closer now pressing her back up to the wall. His hands now pressed her shoulders against the wall, as he grinned. “You are going to be Marked just like Alea will be, torn down from your lofty heights.” Zakwan simply grinned, as with just a thought his clothing vanished if they were nothing but an illusion, both girls’ eyes now transfixed on his male shaft. Sadha closes her eyes, not wanting to see it, trembling in fear as she is powerless to stop him. Sari, as she had full view of his shaft, full view of Sadha as that shaft moved to her, watching his shaft touch her, and then with a thrust and a scream of pain from Sadha as that shaft entered her with a powerful thrust. Zakwan grunting as he did not hold back, each thrust back into her, driven hard, with a wicked grin on his face wanting to bring her pain. “You’re filthy, just like those commoners you think of yourself better than you.” he mocks as he groans a bit louder, still driving in, as Sadha cries of pain turn to simple sobs, her arms stop any struggle as they fall to her sides in defeat.
Sari could not help herself, as she watched, transfixed to what was happening. Her paralysis gave her the excuse she needed to simply watch, to enjoy watching Sadha get raped. There was little she could do, even as Zakwan grunting got louder and louder. Sari watched, as she got excited simply watching, slowly she was able to move a hand between her legs, as some movement returned to her. She did not want to escape, she wanted to watch, her body now barely grinding against that hand, though unable to do much more.
It would only be a little bit of time before Zarkawn cried out, hammering into Sadha for the last time, his seed shooting into her. Stepping back and letting her collapse to the ground. He smiled at Sadha, as he stepped away, looking back at Sari, “Enjoying your show?” he chuckled, “I’ve almost got my full power back, but time to let Sadha know what she will become.”
Suddenly there was now another person in the chamber with them. Completely naked, on her hands and knee, her back and sides covered in bleeding scars from a whip. Her head, shaved, and on her bald head, on both of her sides, on her back was a black branding burnt into her flesh, showing the symbol of being marked. “After being marked by her Father himself and cast out, a number of the guards wasted little time in enjoying her new status, as her backside was covered in seed.
This was Alea, Sari was still able to recognize her, despite her disfigured body, she was simply not responsive, she made no reaction to the change of locations, completely unresponsive, just there, on her hands and knees, trembling. Yet Zarkwan just simply grinned. Yet as he turned his attention to Sari, still only able to barely move. Seeing the scared Alea, and the sobbing Sadha. She knew the consequences of what would happen, she remembered hearing Sadha cries of pain, yet she was still excited, as her clothing started to come loose at Zarkwan’s hands. Fear and excitement met. Yet Zakwan grinned as he slowly removed her clothing. “You were always my favorite Sari, so willing to be curious, so eager to experience something new” Zarkwan must as fingers, stroke between her legs, feeling just how wet she had become, having watched the rape earlier, as he body feebly tried to grind against that hand before it withdrew. She trembled, knowing the consequences, especially the fact that she wanted this attention, knowing the consequences, and still wanting to damn them anyway. Zarkwan approached with his shaft, pushing her back against the wall. As Zarkwan shaft pressed against hers, she did not know if he was being more gentle with her, or why there was little pain as his shaft tore through her virginity, she wanted it, and as she felt that desire more as she felt him inside her. As he drove in, pushing her against the wall, she gasped with pleasures alongside his own groans of pleasure. Not understanding what was happening, having been kept in the dark for so long, yet his powerful hands grabbing her, his powerful shafting driving into her, the growing warmth, spreading through her body. As the warmth spread out, she cried out in pleasure.
Yet then time froze…
“Took you forever to wake up.” a voice spoke, as she could still see him, feel him inside her, could feel the heat of her pleasure still burning.
“Open your eyes and hurry up.” the voice spoke again.
Blinking, one moment as she was still there, and then she was suddenly nowhere, standing in front of another figure.
“You are still there, still being raped by Zarkwan, and now you are also here… between time. This event could not be prevented. Yet I want you to look at me.” in front of her… suddenly stood herself, the same, yet older. “You’ve awakened to your power, so I can finally talk to myself. Right now, the things that have happened, will cause a series of events, where you will suffer, yet not only not only you will suffer, but so will the Kingdom that belongs to you. Zarkwan is not the only one that has masteries of time magic, I know we have walked this loop thousands and thousands of times.” She could then see herself, crying out of pleasure, see herself enjoying being raped, as shame started to build.
“No, don’t, focus on me.” as she commanded herself. “You are still a Princess, you are still special, and the Kingdom is still yours to take. Enjoy who you are, and don’t let anyone think less of you. You are the strongest of the three, and you deserve to rule like you have been told. You have a choice now… I can give you the knowledge you need, what you need to do, not to just survive, but thrive. Yet with that knowledge, you will also learn what we have survived to get to this point. Just remember, we are still worthy. Always remember that.”
Sari listened, part of her still struggling to understand everything that was happening. Yet as she looked out, Sadha was still sobbing, Alea was still alive but unresponsive. So much pain, yet she enjoyed it, she had wanted it. She had been jealous of the other two, yet her own words to herself still rang true. “Yes’'
With that single word, reality crashed down on her, no just her reality, but the number of times she had suffered through this rape, and the rapes beyond this moment. Only to repeat time again and again and again, living through watching her home and family destroy, thousands of ways, yet always surviving and travelling back to the beginning, to go through it all over again. Each and every time answering Yes to that question, yet each time slightly different, yet each time ending in failure, yet in that knowledge, finally a shimmer of hope was still there.
Zarkwan was pulling himself from her, as he simply smirked, Sadha glaring at her finally called out, “I will not be marked.” The ceiling of that building exploded, as lighting shot down, striking Sadha, causing her to fall down dead.
“Too bad I won’t get to watch her get Marked, I wonder if her father will be as cruel as Alea’s. Yet, I want to keep you for myself, now that I’m free. Should I dispose of your parents now, or after they find out that you’re no longer Pure.” he chuckles, “If you ever were.”
“No!” she simply answered defiantly. “Zahir Irfan, Jinn of the Jackal Star, and the Crescent moon, I bind you. I bind you to obey me, and if you do so, I have the power to send you home, a final freedom that has and will be denied to you.”
Zarkwans eyes shot open, as he stopped, she spoke his true name, and with it, the bondage he had just escaped from was just lashing itself back around him, this should not be possible, she should not know those words..
“How?”
“You are not the only one gift with time, and I have suffered much to learn those. I have one command, and you will be sent home, these are the conditions I have bound you, fulfilling it, will free you.”
“What must I do?” Zarkwan scowled.
Simply pointing to Sadha, “She must survive…”
“I cannot bring back the dead, that is beyond my powers.” Zarkwan simply stated.
“Ahh but you have some control of time, as do I. Together, we can pull her from danger, and that bolt of lighting will be the catalyst to open the gateway to send you home for good.”
He understood, and parts of him knew, he had always wanted to return, to leave, not wanting to be bound again, he began to work his magic, as did Sari, the last couple moments were rewound, and Zarkwan was suddenly pushing Sadha out of the way, as the lighting blast consume him, yet in the last moment he grinned.
Sadha stood there, not quite understanding what had happened, yet Sari went to Alea, slowly running her hands along her seared flesh, as the wounds began to fade, the scars vanishing. “You are no longer Marked, and you never will be again.” wrapping her arms around the girl, as she grasped, Alea started to sob, before wrapping her arms around Sari, “You’re alive Alea, and while you’re alive, you can always stand again, regardless of what happens to you.”
Sari’s eyes lock with Sadha, “We are stronger than our fathers’ we are greater than they are. We should control our fates, not them.” Sadha just nodded, her eyes looking at Alea, regretting her earlier words.
Sari smiled, the knowledge she bore, the timelines she now had within her, what she had seen, felt would always be there… Yet things have finally taken the right path, there was hope.
