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The Baron's Concubines (The Land of Chaos Book 3), page 1
The Land of Chaos:
The Baron’s Concubines
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Patrick Stewart
Chapter
Matthew sat on a stool beside the cast iron tub of hot water as Layla lay inside it, her eyes closed as she rested her head against the rim. He stroked her silky wet black hair as he stared at her naked body, clearly visible through the water.
Though most had healed, her body still bore many marks. There were nasty welts along her breasts and more on her inner thighs. Her pussy lips looked like they had been stretched.
When Matthew had met her, Layla had the body of a virgin. Now, she looked used and abused. And yet, her body was still beautiful to him.
“What are you thinking about?” Layla asked, her deep brown eyes now open and staring at him thoughtful.
“I wish I could have stopped Lucy from hurting you,” Matthew said.
“I wish the same too,” Layla whispered, sorrow in her eyes. “I am sorry that I am now wasted goods…”
Matthew’s eyes opened wide. “You are not!”
“I was-” Layla closed her eyes as they began to bubble up. “They did things to me…”
This wasn’t the first time Matthew had had this conversation with Layla. He knew how she felt, now that her body had been used by other men, she was no longer desirable to him. It didn’t reflect how he thought at all. And he had made that clear to her.
But sometimes, words just were not enough.
Matthew leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It was a soft kiss. A passionate one. From him, at least.
Layla’s lips were stiff.
Matthew placed his hand in the water and felt her breasts. As he’d figured, her body was stiff too. He massaged her breasts gently as he continued to kiss her on the lips. His hand moved down to her pussy. He parted her lips, his fingers probing in and out. As he continued to kiss her, he felt her body begin to relax.
Their lips parted as Matthew raised his head to look down at her.
“Are you going to stop this nonsense about being… wasted goods?” he asked as he continued to rub her pussy. “Or do you need to be punished?” It was supposed to be a playful comment, but as the words came out of his mouth, Matthew realised instantly that he should have been more sensitive. “Too soon?” he asked.
“Maybe,” Layla said, though her hips began to move in a circular motion, grinding her pussy against his hand.
Matthew held her by the hair and gently guided her out of the tub, his hand still working on her pussy. Water dripped down her body as she stepped out of the tub. With her legs parted to accommodate his hand, her breasts firm, the nipples dark against her pale skin, Matthew couldn’t believe someone as hot and fuckable as Layla could ever think themselves to be wasted goods.
He kissed her on the lips once more as Layla reached for his belt. She managed to pull his trousers down to his knees and free his cock when Patricia entered the room.
“Really?” Patricia asked, her eyes rolling. “It’s midday and that poor girl is in no shape to be fucked by you.”
Matthew turned his head to glare at Patricia. It was hard to look menacing when his cock was hanging out.
“He was helping me,” Layla said, coming to his aid.
“Wow. You must be easy,” Patricia scoffed.
“What does that mean?” Layla asked, frowning.
“She’s being a bitch,” Matthew muttered. “What do you want, Patricia?”
“Not your cock,” Patricia shot back. “The Ice Queen wants to see you.”
Matthew moved his hand away from Layla’s pussy and pulled his trousers up. He gave Layla another kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back soon,” he whispered.
“Are you not going to wash your hands?” Patricia asked as Matthew stepped towards her.
“Wash my hands?”
“You were just fondling her pussy!”
Matthew glanced back at Layla, who remained standing naked by the bathtub, her legs still parted to show her luscious cunt. He had just been touching that pussy, it was true. He moved his hand to his nose. Yup, he could smell her.
Patricia, who was standing beside him, folded her arms across her chest in annoyance.
Well, if she was already annoyed, Matthew thought.
He reached for her and wiped his hand on her dress.
Patricia’s eyes widened. “What the hell!”
“What?”
“Why did you do that!?” she spurted.
“We can talk later,” Matthew said nonchalantly. “We don’t want to keep the Ice Queen waiting. I hear she can be a bit of a dramatic bitch too.”
Patricia’s mouth hung open but no words were uttered, in such a state of shock she was. Matthew left her like that as he headed to meet Maria, or as all her subjects referred to her, the Ice Queen.
Chapter
“Fucking hell,” Matthew muttered. “This is a bit much, don’t you think?”
“I don’t think it’s a bit much, Matthew,” Maria said.
He didn’t like the way she kept saying his name. It wasn’t normal. “Just out of curiosity, what would you consider a bit much, Maria?”
Maria turned to look at him, her lips tightening. The room suddenly dropped in temperature. Matthew felt ice begin to crawl up his legs. He glanced down to see a circle of frost around his feet.
“Really?” Matthew asked as he hopped away from the ice.
“I am your queen,” Maria warned. “You would do well to remember that.”
“I thought my oath only included protecting your kingdom in times of need?” Matthew asked, his brows furrowing. “I don’t remember accepting you as my queen and being all subservient and shit.”
To say Maria was angry would have been an understatement. Her eyes were bulging, a fucking vein appeared on her forehead and began to throb, her hands were clenched into fists, her jaw was tight.
Matthew briefly wondered if he’d pushed her too far. If she were about to explode in rage, literally, she could do a lot of damage what with being icy and all.
But Maria appeared to be calming down. The vein disappeared, her eyes returned to their normal size, her jaw relaxed, although her hands did remain formed into fists.
“You seem to care for Sarah, Matthew,” she said, her voice serene, she smiled. “If you don’t get her to agree to place her hand in the cauldron and submit to me completely, I will continue to torture her until she is literally unrecognisable. I will burn her body. I will freeze her body. I will chop off bits of her body. Eventually, all that will remain of her will be a head and torso.”
It took a lot to shock Matthew. But Maria managed to do it just then. Because looking at her, he knew she wasn’t lying.
“I can have chat with her,” Matthew said. “If you don’t mind fucking off? A bit of privacy would be great.”
“Speak like that to me in front of company, and I will hurt those you care for, Matthew,” Maria said before she left the room.
Now left alone with Sarah, Matthew sighed deeply.
What the fuck had he gotten himself into promising to protect Maria’s kingdom. He didn’t know much of Maria’s background, but it was obvious she’d had some bad experiences growing up. That didn’t justify what she planned to do to Sarah if the girl didn’t submit.
Sarah.
The poor girl was suspended in midair by thick metal chains that were attached to hooks in the ceiling and fastened to her wrists. Her feet did not touch the ground, but chains had been tied to her ankles and attached to hooks on the floor so that her body was stretched in a cross shape.
She was blindfolded. Her mouth was forced open by a device that allowed her tongue to stick out. And it did stick out as a peg was attached to it with weights added on the other end to drag it out. There were more pegs with weights attached to her nipples. Large, jagged devices stuck out from her pussy and asshole.
But the worst part was the damage her body was showing. Her entire skin was covered in bruises and welt marks.
Matthew was impressed that Sarah had been able to take all of that torture without surrendering. She hadn’t struck him as the resisting type.
He moved quickly to remove the pegs from her body and gently pull out the devices from her orifices. Following that, he pulled on the levers to loosen the chains. As her feet touched the ground, Sarah collapsed. Matthew moved quickly to grab her in his arms before she hit the ground.
He lowered her onto the floor gently and removed her blind fold and the device that forced open her mouth.
Sarah stared at him with blank eyes.
“Hey,” Matthew smiled as he stroked her hair.
“Matthew?” Sarah asked as she squinted. “Where did you come from? Are you going to hurt me?” she glanced around the room deliriously, as if looking for the new instruments of pain he might have brought with him.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” he told her. “But the Ice Queen will if you don’t swear a binding oath to obey her every command.”
“I won’t do it,” Sarah said, some defiance returning to her eyes. “She’ll have to kill me.”
“I don’t think she will kill you,” Matthew said. He repeated what Maria planned to do to Sarah if the girl did not surrender.
“She would…” Sarah stopped in shock. “I would… I would be nothing but a head and chest?”
“That’s her threat,” Matthew said. “And I believe she will do it.”
“You need to kill me,” Sarah said, panic creeping into her voice.
“I can do that,” Matthew nodded. “But before we go down that final route, why do you refuse to surrender to the Ice Queen? You didn’t seem to have an issue letting Lucy boss you around.”
Sarah, who had been lying on the floor with her head resting on his lap, pushed herself up onto her bottom. Sitting beside him, she placed a hand on his lap. “I’m sorry about Lucy… I should have said something.”
“You should have,” Matthew agreed.
Sarah gave him a weak smile. “I deserve whatever Maria does to me.”
Again, Matthew agreed. Sarah had stood by and watched as Lucy tortured Layla, Alara, Alena and Kate. He wasn’t going to absolve her guilt. But now probably wasn’t the time to hammer home how ironic the situation was.
“I think you should submit to the Ice Queen,” he told her. “I know it’s scary giving yourself up completely and irreversibly to someone, but you don’t have a choice. The alternative is much worse and,” he paused to place his hand over hers as it rested on his lap before continuing, “if you’d rather die, why not give it a go as one of her subjects? If it becomes unbearable, I’ll happily kill you to put you out of your misery.”
Chapter
In the end, Sarah did cave in and agreed to completely surrender and say as much with her hand in the cauldron of boiling blue liquid. Matthew watched as the ceremony took place. He was there by her side when she screamed and fainted from the pain it caused. He carried her limp body back to the house he shared with Kate and Layla and tended to her for the first week before Maria decided she needed to spend time with her new subject.
Life in the hilltop village moved on as normal for the villagers, though they were busier. They woke each morning, worked in the fields and orchards, repairing the damage caused by the fire. The village was spared major destruction from the fire, but there were still houses to mend from the battle that took place.
Matthew spent his time taking care of the girls. All four recovered well, though at different paces. Kate and Alara were back on their feet literally the following day. Layla and Alena took longer.
Maria remained in the village. Now with Sarah as one of her Chosen, she was preparing for war. Who exactly she was going to fight was anyone’s guess. It could have been the werewolves, the Stonemen, the Faith or someone entirely new that Matthew had never heard off.
The Fallen women from the settlement were assessed individually by Patricia and Cathy. Jason’s broken leg had him out of action. Those with strong powers would be part of a standing army for Maria.
For the first time since his arrival in the Land of Chaos, he did not have any immediate threats hanging over his head. His body had recovered fully. The aches, bruises, sore muscles were no longer a constant throbbing reminder of his battles.
Life was good for Matthew.
But he knew it would not last. He had committed to protecting Maria’s kingdom from any threats, no matter how big or small. He had a feeling there was danger lurking around the corner and that sooner rather than later, he would have to jump into action.
Aside from that, his desire to find out his origins were still strong. The image of the red haired woman with green eyes was still clear in his mind. Her name was Maeve, that much he could remember. Everything else about her was a blank.
But for now, Matthew was happy to rest.
***
“Are you ready?” Patricia asked.
Matthew stood by his horse and stroked its mane. The black stallion belonged to Thane, the former Baron of the hilltop village. It was his now. Putting his foot in the stirrup, Matthew pulled himself up onto the saddle. He had his sword on his back in a scabbard.
“Yup,” he nodded. He was as ready as he was ever going to be. “Let’s go.”
“We have to wait for the Ice Queen to see us off,” Patricia said.
“Why?”
Patricia frowned. “Because she is our Queen and we must take her leave before… leaving.”
Matthew sighed. He wasn’t in the mood to see Maria again. Just as soon as he began to appreciate how great things were, the Ice Queen came to pay him a visit. He needed to fulfil his oath, she had said. By aligning themselves with the Fallen women that had briefly taken over the hilltop village, the werewolves had broken the truce. They needed dealing with permanently.
And that was where Matthew was now heading, towards the town of Northstrot by the Sherlake Forest. Patricia would be travelling with him, along with a group of twenty Fallen women that had been determined to be powerful enough. It wasn’t a large army, but there would be more reinforcements ready at Northstrot Town.
Matthew was ready to go and get it over with. Except, he had to wait for Maria’s fucking blessing?
“Where is she? I’ll go and say goodbye.”
“You do not go to her. She will come when she is ready,” Patricia said indignantly.
Matthew was about to climb off his horse and ignore Patricia to set off in search of the Ice Queen when Maria appeared in sight walking down the path of white stone. The warmer weather had led her to dress in shorter clothing. As she walked towards him in her silky white mini dress, her long legs on display, her firm breasts just about contained by the plunging neckline, Matthew couldn’t help but admire her attractiveness.
Too bad she had an icy personality. He chuckled to himself at the dad joke.
“Are you prepared for the upcoming battle?” Maria asked.
“Yes my Queen,” Patricia replied.
Matthew shrugged his shoulders.
Maria glared at him.
He didn’t give a shit how she looked at him. He stood by his shrug. How the hell was he supposed to be prepared for the upcoming battle against werewolves? He knew very little about the bastards, aside from the fact that they were super strong.
He didn’t know how many werewolves there would be.
He didn’t know where exactly this battle was going to take place and if he would be able to use the terrain to his advantage.
He didn’t know how useful the twenty Fallen women riding with him would be. They might have powers and seem strong, but not so long ago, he almost killed all of them single handedly as he tried to defend the village from their attack.
Maria continued to glare at him.
“What?” Matthew asked. “How am I supposed to know if I’m prepared to battle a bunch of werewolves in their own home?”
“Being prepared is a mental state,” Maria said, her tone suitably icy. “You should be mentally prepared for the upcoming battle.”
Matthew was mentally prepared to get out of this conversation. He gave Maria a wave goodbye and set his horse off along the path towards the burnt orchards. He had already said his goodbyes to Layla, Kate and Alara. He hadn’t been able to find Alena, the younger elf. She often went hunting alone.
Following behind him were the twenty Fallen women all on horses of their own and Patricia, who would be coming with him as one of Maria’s Chosen and as a guide to lead the way. Because neither Matthew nor any of the Fallen women had any clue where Northstrot was.
