Prison of Tides

Chapter 12 - Videos

Caspian's Point of View

     Downstairs, we waited in the sitting room for Bennett's arrival after Jasmine returned from visiting Cherry. My stomach was in knots. I'd hoped to relax Jasmine this morning, take the edge off with a nice massage. It seemed to have worked, but I knew nothing would truly prepare her for what we were about to see.

     Despite the churning feeling in my abdomen, I tried my best to remain calm. This was for Jasmine, and she needed me, needed me to be strong for her right now. I looked at her, her back against me, ankles crossed on the arm of the couch as she flipped through one of the many bridal magazines my mother had left. She couldn't have been more perfect if she tried.

     As if she sensed me staring at her, her head turned and she met my eyes. "Yes, dear?"

     "Nothing, love." I smiled, running my hand through her hair.

     "Why are you staring at me, then?"

     "Just trying to fathom how it's possible for someone to be so beautiful."

     She grinned. "Oh, hush, you. You're going to spoil me."

     I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I hate to break it to you, but you're already spoiled rotten." She swatted at me playfully with the magazine as the chief walked in.

     "Good morning, Jasmine. Your highness." He nodded.

     "Good morning, Chief Bennett." Jasmine stood as he entered, as did I.

     "I've got copies of the footage for you. Before I hand them over, are you sure you want to see this?" His eyes held concern. I felt the same, but if Jasmine wanted to do this, then I would stand by her decision. I looked at her for a moment before answering the chief.

     "Yes, Chief. We're sure." 

     "Chief Bennett? " Jasmine spoke up.

     "Yes, Jasmine?"

     "When are you planning on telling Cherry about this?"

     He ran his hand through his hair, scratching his head in the process. "I'm actually heading over to the hospital now. We wanted to give her at least a day to recover from her procedure before telling her."

     "Yes, of course." Jasmine bit the nail of her thumb for a minute. I could see how nervous she was. She never chewed her nails. I gently pulled her hand away and held it in my own.

     "Thank you, Chief Bennett. We appreciate you bringing these to us."

     "Of course, Prince Caspian. If you need anything else, you know how to get in touch with me."

     With that, he placed a flash drive in my hand before turning around to leave.

     "Where do you want to do this?"

     "Somewhere private. Not your room. I don't want these memories there."

     "I understand, love. Let's use one of the private tea rooms, yes?"

     She nodded. "Remember... remember what I told you, Caspian? About watching these?"

     I placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. "Of course I remember. Whatever is in the videos, we'll help you heal through what we see here."

     With that, I led the way to the second floor tea room, as far out of the way as possible. I wanted to be close to the bedroom without close to the hustle and bustle that palace life could bring with no warning. I knew she would be fragile after this.

     We sat on the chaise lounge and I placed my black laptop on the coffee table, opening it and inserting the flash drive.

     Thousands of files popped up. Most were photos, with 49 video files.

     "Where do you want to start, love?"

     "The pictures." I wrapped an arm around her shoulder as I opened the folder containing the photos.

     "Are you ready?"

     "Yes." She leaned into me. I opened the first photo.

     Jasmine, at the party, lips on mine.

     Jasmine, asleep in the backseat of Raymond's car, his hand on her breast.

     Jasmine, still asleep, hands tied together at the headboard, in the shimmering dress I'd given her.

     Photos of the abuse she'd endured followed - hundreds upon hundreds of images of Raymond inside of her, of her bound and gagged, her face stained with tears and body with bruises.

     I tried to remain calm.

     There were photos of other men inside of her, brutalizing her, using her. One obese. One in his 70's. One who looked like he couldn't have been older than 19. Some short, some tall. All enjoying themselves.

     Pictures of Jasmine with Cherry. So, so many pictures of them being violated. Several with just the two of them, actually enjoying themselves. I remembered what she told me about the first time with Cherry, pretending she was with me. Her enjoying herself with another woman caused an unexpected reaction that I took great care not to show.

     Finally, we were through.

     Jasmine was leaning into me. She lay her head on my shoulder. She was oddly calm.

     After a moment, she spoke. "I think I'm ready for the videos now."

     I nodded, clicking on the first. Jasmine was asleep, wearing the dress I'd given her, hands tied together on the headboard. As she slept, I saw Raymond running his hands over her before pulling something out of his pocket and putting it under her nose. Within minutes, she stirred. She asked for me.

     He cut her clothing off, and I watched as he forced her first orgasm through her tears, unable to move, but begging him to stop.

     The video finished. I looked at her before opening the next one and she nodded.

     I watched the humiliation clear on her face as he exposed her most vulnerable areas.

     "Caspian?"

     "Yes?"

     "Can we fast forward through this? We can still see what happened, but the actual... measuring... I don't want to see. We can turn it back on once he... once he unties me."

     "Of course." I hit the fast forward button, and the video played faster as he treated her as though she were a thing instead of a person.

     When he took her out of the restraints, I paused the video. "Do you want me to turn it back on play here, or keep going through it quickly?"

     "Let's fast forward."

     I started the video at the same speed.

     She didn’t resist at first, but then she tried to run. Watching the pain on her face as he caught her and forced himself into her was almost too much for me. I was glad we were fast forwarding, that I couldn't hear her screams.

     The video ended.

     We made our way through the rest of the blood curling videos featuring her, Raymond and Cherry, fast forwarding through most of it.

     Finally, I opened the files she needed to see.

     Raymond stood with the men featured in the photos we'd seen beforehand. I pressed play, resolving to try and remain as calm as possible, for Jasmine's sake.

     She was naked, chained to the wall, a gag in her mouth that she sobbed through, straining to get out.

     Raymond's voice rang through the cave. "Alright, gentlemen. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for; your moment with the would-be princess of Lutna, the innocent jewel of the kingdom. She is here for you to defile. The drugs I'm going to give her will make her highly impressionable. She'll believe anything you say, act however you tell her to, and remember none of it. The only things you cannot do are leave permanent marks on her, any type of permanent damage, or finish in her cunt. Are we understood?"

     The men nodded.

     All of the men there wanted to degrade their future queen, some by making her fight and assaulting her violently, some by making her partake in dehumanizing roleplays. I remembered what she said about wanting me there, and paid attention to her reactions, the way she blushed when someone would initiate a scene where she was taken advantage of, without physical harm being brought to her.

    There were three in particular that seemed to take their toll on both of us. In the first, a dark skinned man was so violent that she was bleeding by the time he was done. Now we knew where the anal tearing came from.

     The second, Raymond wanted to know what it would be like to be me, to actually have her love him. My blood boiled at the sight of her making love to him, tricked into thinking it was with me on our wedding night.

     The worst was a short, blonde man, who cursed and choked her while he violated her. She wasn’t moving by the time he was finished, and he spat on her face after spilling himself on her crotch. When she didn’t stir, Raymond rushed in, listening for a pulse before administering CPR. The video cut out with him telling the man he would collect debt for this trespass.

     We sat in silence, neither of us moving. After an eternity, I looked at the silver watch on my wrist. The entire day had passed. I picked her up and carried her to the shower. I needed to wash this off of her, and off of myself.

     Her arms stayed around my neck as the water hit us. I took great care to be as tender as possible. After drying her off, I put her in my shirt before climbing into bed with her.

     If she was feeling better in the morning, I would start fulfilling her request to help her get back what they had taken from her.

Jasmine's Point of View 

     Caspian's hands slipped his shirt off of my shoulders as he rubbed my neck. I was so sleepy, and his hands felt like heaven as he massaged my muscles, sore after being so clenched the day before.

     The shirt came down a little at a time as he continued rubbing my back, somehow knowing where the most tense spots were. All thoughts of the day before slipped away.

     "Good morning, Jasmine," He said, kissing my back. I shivered at the feel of his lips on my skin, so aroused by the simplest of his touches.

     "Good morning, my handsome prince," I murmured as he moved lower to massage my buttocks, kissing my sensitive cheeks as well. I felt my toes curl.

     "I have another game I'd like to play with you," He whispered, rolling me over and capturing my lips with his.

     "Oh?" I thought back to our games a few days beforehand, the intensity of everything he gave to me.

     "I got something for you while you were out yesterday," He kissed my neck, nipping at it lightly before pulling back and opening the drawer in his nightstand.

     "What is it?" As I spoke, he pulled a purple paper bag out and handed me a rectangular black box.

     "Open it."

     I did.

     He blushed. "If you don't want to, we don't have to. I just thought it may feel good."

     "No," I looked at him. "I want to."

     He smiled. "There are three rules again, my love."

     I raised my eyebrows.

     "One is the same as last time.You have to tell me if you want to stop, if you're uncomfortable, if you're hurting. Can you do that for me, Jasmine?"

     I nodded. I was so secure with him. I knew I could tell him to stop.

     "The second is that you have to tell me what you want when I ask." His lips pressed against my neck and I sighed.

     "The third is that you have to do what I say."

     I thought for a minute. "But what if what I want is for you to work for it?"

     He licked his lips. "Then let's have a safe word. If you want me to stop, say 'red'."

     I nodded.

     "But if you're going to be a brat, then you're going to call me Sir."

     I blushed, thinking of my reaction to one of the videos yesterday. I thought I'd hid it, but Caspian knew me all too well. "Yes, Sir."

     His pupils widened, and I could see the arousal in them. "And if you get too bratty, I may just have to punish you, to teach you how to be a good girl."

     I nodded, his words causing the heat between my legs to spread.

     "Good. Now lay back." I did as he commanded, and he slipped the silk eye mask over me, the soft elastic strap resting comfortably around the back of my head.

     His palms brushed against my breasts as he felt his way down my body, from my neck to my ankles. He kept rubbing me, and before long, I was warm from the friction.

     "Alright, Jasmine. I want you to hold very, very still."

     It took a great deal of self control to not move as his mouth found my n*****s, teeth grazing them one at a time while his hands held my waist.

     "Tell me what you want," He spoke into my stomach, layering it with kisses. 

     "Taste me," I whispered.

     "Then open your legs." I started to open my legs, stopping after only a few inches.

     "Jasmine, I said to open them."

     "But they are open, Sir," I quipped.

     "If those are open, then this is me tasting you." Caspian pried my legs open, licking my center. His tongue barely pressed down before he pulled away.

     "Mmm..." I moaned, lifting my hips in defiance to try and catch his all too fleeting mouth.

     "Are you ready to do what I say?" There was a smirk in his voice.

     "No, Sir. I don't think I will do what you say."

     He teased me once more, his lips brushing all too lightly against me.

     "Now, are you?"

     "Maybe..."

     He relented for just a moment, giving me a few seconds of pleasure before pulling back.

     "What do you want, princess?"

     "Taste me, Sir."

     He gave it his all this time, my hands knotting his hair as his tongue had its way with me. 

     Right before I could finish, he pulled back again. He was killing me with this.

     "What do you want, Jasmine?"

     "I... I want to c*m, Sir," I spoke through my heavy breathing.

     "Hmm. I don't think you've been a very good girl. Why should I let you c*m?"

     I felt my face turn pink as he flipped me over and pulled me across his lap. His hand came down, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to sting. I squirmed, loving the feel of his hands on me, of him disciplining me.

     "Oh, Caspian," I moaned.

     "Sir," He corrected me, spanking me once more.

     "Sir,” I said, my face in my arms on the soft sheets.

     I felt myself grow wetter.

     "Do you still want to finish, Jasmine?"

     "Yes, Sir. I want to finish."

     "How badly do you want to finish, love?" He ran his fingers over the spots he'd swatted just moments before. I felt my back arch.

     "I need it."

     "Good girl," He told me, rolling me onto my back once more. "But since you've been a brat, I think I'm going to make you do it yourself."

     My face flushed once more. "I've... I've never done that before, Sir."

     There was silence for a moment before he spoke again, desire dripping from his voice. "Touch yourself for me, Jasmine."

     I began to run my hands towards my womanhood, but pulled them back at the last minute, defying him again, bringing my fingers back to my breasts.

     He took one of my hands and guided it between my legs, touching me with my own hand. I'd never been so turned on in my life.

     He took his hand back and I could hear his own panting as I inserted my finger into myself, sighs escaping from my mouth as I approached orgasm.

     He removed the mask from my eyes. "Look at my while you c*m, Jasmine." His hand was on my breast, pinching my n****e softly.

     "Yes... yes, Sir," My eyes stayed focused on him as I finished, as the orgasm rocked my body.

     "Oh gods," He groaned, his own member in his hand. "Oh, Jasmine. You have no clue how much I desire to feel you around me."

     I did know. I needed him inside of me the same way he needed to be there. After staring into his eyes as his lips parted, eyes closed, I stood.

     "Where do you think you're going? I need to watch you. I didn't say you could stop."

     I turned to face him. "Come here, Sir." He sat on the edge of the bed, still touching himself.

     "You're being a brat again. Do you need another spanking?"

     I got on my knees, shaking my head as I looked up at him. I kissed his erection before wrapping my mouth around it.

     "Oh..." It was his turn to pull my hair. This time, he pressed just a little further into my mouth than the last time, taking more of what he wanted. He left enough room for me to breath, to get up if I wanted to.

     I started to feel him twitching in my mouth, and I pulled away, barely licking his tip before removing my mouth entirely.

     "Oh, you f*****g tease."

     "No Sir, I'm not a tease." I smiled up at him, blinking innocently before taking him into my mouth once more. It served him right for making me wait so long the day before.

     This time, I took all of his length, and within moments, he exploded in my mouth, his legs squirming around me.

     I climbed into bed and lay with him, his arms around me as I rested on his chest.

     "Was that.. was that okay?" He asked shyly, looking up at me.

     "Yes, Sir." I kissed him and he turned beet red.

     "I don't know why I liked that so much."

     "I don't know, either, but I liked it, too." 

     "I didn't hurt you when I spanked you, did I, love? You seemed to like it, but I have to know."

     "I loved it. It felt so good, you disciplining me." His muscles relaxed as he found my mouth.

     "I guess I'll have to do that more often, then. Come, love. Let's get a shower, yes?"

     "Yes, Sir."

     With that one word, he bit his lip, and his fingers found their way inside of me, taking me over the edge of pleasure once again.

Cherry’s Point of View

     Aiden had stayed the previous night with me, and try as I might, I knew things would never be the same between us. He wanted that innocent, naive Cherry back. She had died somewhere in that cave. Still, I appreciated his patience, his hand in mine.

     I noticed the alcohol on his breath that morning. He must have brought his vodka into the hospital room with him. I hadn’t realized how much he’d been drinking,, how sloppy he was when intoxicated. At that moment, I didn’t care. I needed some semblance of normality, and Aiden was the thread I was hanging on by.

     He had to go to work that morning, but Jasmine stopped by to keep me company.

     “Good morning, Cherry!” She smiled brightly as she brought a vase of sunflowers into my room. “How are you feeling today?”

     “I’m okay. Better now that I’ve seen Aiden again. How are you doing?”

     She sat beside me. “I’m feeling pretty good this morning. It comes and it goes, you know?”

     “Tell me about it.” I sighed and fiddled with my IV cord. “They’re saying they may let me out tomorrow, you know.”

     “That’s great, Cherry! Do you know what you’re going to do?”

     “Actually, I wanted to ask if the offer to stay at the palace was still on the table. My sister is clearly not an option, and Aiden is…” I cleared my throat. “I’m not ready to live with a man.”

     She nodded, patting me hand. “I understand that. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you’d like. There’s only one condition.”

     “Oh?” I played with her fingers for a minute, thinking about the things they had done to me in the cave when Raymond gave us time alone. I pushed those thoughts out of my head immediately, trying to focus on the conversation at hand.

     “My wedding is next weekend. Be my bridesmaid?” She grinned, linking her fingers with mine.

     “Me? In the royal wedding?” My mouth dropped open. “But what will the other bridesmaids think?”

     She shook her head, dark curls waving around her face. “To be frank, I don’t have that many close friends. It’s pretty much me, Caspian and his family. And Jacob, but he’s been working in Alca for most of the past year. You’re pretty much the only woman I’ve ever been friends with, aside from Caspian’s mom.”

     “In that case, count me in.” Her bright green eyes shined happily at me.

     “Thank you, Cherry! I’ll be by to pick you up tomorrow. You’re more than welcome to bring Aiden to the wedding, by the way.”

     “No, thank you. For everything. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jazz.”

     “See you tomorrow.”  With that, she set the sunflowers on the window and left the room.