SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING

SOLD TO THE ALPHA KING

Prologue

Warning:

This story is rated 18+ with lots of violence, curse words, séx scenes and hate.

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He is powerful, frightening . He mesmerises and controls the mind with a glance.

And a king, even though people always thought he was too young to rule a large nation like "The Hearties"

He's too powerful, too handsome. He's like a god.

After having a rough and tough childhood, there was no other choice for him.

He became ruthless, cruel and anything else that could be classified as hate.

King Tarzan Mackenzie isn't the regular or normal king like the ones we know. He isn't a bit close to being normal.

He was feared by his people, dreaded by both old and young.

He has many rules but there was one he never joked with.

Meeting his gaze. No one who tried it has ever escaped the wrath and punishment.

Tarzan's eyeballs were blue, deep ocean blue, scary and sexy.

Tarzan will do anything to avenge his dark past, his sufferings and traumatized life.

It was those days when slaves were brought and sold.

Then his biggest wish for vengeance came into the picture when he met his worst nightmare from the past.

Leilani Guetta.

And she was automatically enslaved by the powerful king. He has always been cruel to his slaves, treated them like animals and when Leilani Guetta showed up amongst his newest slaves, he did worst things to her and in brutal ways.

What happened years back between Leilani Guetta and king Tarzan Mackenzie?

What transpired between them in the past when they were younger?

It will be shocking to many, amusing to some people and yet amazing to others.

Don't miss this wonderful ride and a bumper package.

Episode one.

(THE HEARTIES NATION; KING TARZAN'S PALACE)

"When are the new slaves arriving?" King Tarzan's cold voice sounded from where he stood; in front of the window, watching the slaves working on the farm.

His messager, Salvador bowed still as he answered, "My Lord, there has been a delay as one of the new slaves is slowing down the others. She is seriously sick and at the verge of death."

Slowly, Tarzan turned to look at the older man with his eyes red with anger. His sharp features and handsome face had gotten used to the constant frown and furiousness and was already part of him. "What are you saying? That my money will go to waste?"

Still bowing, Salvador shook his head immediately. "No my Lord. Hugo is getting her treated up in the dessert. He will bring you the slaves you paid for. Complete."

King Tarzan turned back to the window. "I need them here in the next hour. There's a lot of work to be done."

"Yes my Lord." Salvador replied and quietly left the room.

King Tarzan turned away from the window and walked into his study.

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The Hearties nation is owned and ruled by the twenty six year old king Tarzan.

A bloody cold hearted king who would never take no for an answer or ever accept apologies. He was merciless, cruel and pure evil.

His people shudder at the mere sight of him. No one ever wanted to get into trouble with king Tarzan because it meant death and digging one's grave.

He was a powerful king despite his age. Older kings pay homage to him for his wealth and power, affluence and his great command of respect.

The Hearties kingdom was sure to be the largest in all things. Money. Fame. Power. Slaves. Riches. Farm products and many more.

With all these, other kingdoms were under them and king Tarzan practically ruled over them too.

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"Move it!" Hugo yelled at the slaves as he dragged the chain with the other boys. The slaves were stubborn and had made things really hard for them.

"Max, take the sick maid to the physician. She must not die." Hugo ordered as soon as the other slaves were secured.

Max quickly did as he was told while Hugo went to inform the king of their return.

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The palace was extremely large, beautiful and big. It took Hugo several minutes before he finally got the king's chamber. As usual, his personal guards, Roman and Pavo stood side by side at the door.

"Tell the king we are here. He should come and check the new slaves I brought in." Hugo said, panting slightly.

The mean looking guards nodded and Pavo turned and knocked at the door. "The slaves are here my king."

"I will be out." King Tarzan's grumpy voice reached them.

Few minutes later, the tall king dressed in black came out of the door and his guards followed immediately as they proceeded to the slave's yard with Hugo.

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King Tarzan stood outside the large hut with his guards while Hugo rushed into the hut to get the slaves.

He arrived with them, kneeled them in front of the king who glared down at them, his eyes calculative and daring.

"There are nineteen slaves here. What happened to the remaining one?" King Tarzan asked, still staring at the slaves.

"She has been taking to the physician my king." Hugo quickly replied.

King Tarzan turned angrily, his eyes cold. "Go bring her immediately. No treatments for any slaves! No nothing. How many times should I tell you that? Do I kick you out and replace you, Hugo?"

"She is very sick my king. I thought I should take her to the physician so she wouldn't die." Hugo quickly replied, his voice unsteady. He has always been trying to avoid getting into trouble with the king as the slave guardian.

"Go bring her here. Now." King Tarzan's voice was dangerously low and Hugo scurried off immediately. He knew his head was on the line.

King Tarzan looked back at the slaves and caught one of them staring up at him. His eyes expanded and the slave gasped, looked away immediately.

"Take her." He thundered, pointing at the shivering girl.

Roman stepped forward and grabbed the girl, forcing her to her feet.

"Fourty strokes of the whip. Just to remind her to keep her eyes down always." King Tarzan ordered.

"No! My Lord! Please...have mercy on me! Oh please!" The girl cried as Roman dragged her to the torture room.

Other slaves had began to whimper, shaking visibly.

Hugo arrived with the sick slave, who could barely walk. He dumped her on the floor in front of the king and moved back.

King Tarzan glared down at the sick slave. He stopped, noticing something and stared harder.

Wait.

He stared again and when her eyes opened and met his gaze, he knew his eyes were not deceiving him.

It was her.

Leilani Guetta. Brought in as a slave? What was happening? Such a small world.

"Give her thirty strokes of the whip to remind her to always keep her eyes down." King Tarzan ordered with a look of pleasure and excitement in his eyes.

Hugo did as he was told immediately. He picked up the sick slave roughly and took her to the torture room.

This time, the other slaves bursted out, wailing.

"Return them to their hut. By tonight, I will give orders about their respective tasks." King Tarzan said, his eyes still staring after Hugo who just left with the sick slave.

Leilani... his biggest quest for revenge. He couldn't believe it still but it was her.

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"Ah!!" Leilani gasped sharply as the twenty fifth whip landed on her naked back. Ske held on to the large stone she was resting on, trying so hard to take in the pain.

Tears rolled down effortlessly from her eyes. When the thirtieth strokes were completed, they released her from the ropes and she fell helplessly and lifelessly on the ground.

Despite this state of hers, she could still think about the King she laid eyes on moments ago.

It was him. Tarzan. Tarzan...

A splash of water hit her hard in the face and she gasped out loudly, fighting for breath. Her eyes were turning but she could still see the two men towering over her.

"The king has ordered that she should be kept inside the dungeon away from the other slaves" Pavo said, staring down at Leilani.

"Why? I wonder why he would want her to be kept separately on her first night but I'm sure there's something behind it." Hugo replied as he also stared down at Leilani's drenched and miserable form.

"Do that immediately." Pavo said and left.

"Hey. We have to move it. One thing I like about you is that you are not heavy. Come on." Hugo said to Leilani as he picked her up and hung her over his shoulder.

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The dungeon was underground, dark and cold. There were many empty rooms making up the dungeon and Leilani was kept into one of them.

Hugo threw her in, on the floor. He locked the gates and glanced back at her as she laid sprawled on the cold wet floor.

Leilani's eyes were open but she seemed lifeless. Unmoving. She was almost naked with only a dirty lemon shirt covering her upper body.

Hugo quickly turned and left, putting the keys into his pocket.

Leilani's head banged furiously against her skull as she tried sitting up. Her fingers were frozen as if her blood has stopped flowing.

The pains on her back were nothing compared to the pains around her ankle and wrist where chains had bitten so hard.

She gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around her legs, letting her long dark hair cover her wounded face.

She couldn't sit for long as she collapsed back on the ground and groaned out loud in pain.

Just when she heard footsteps coming towards her cage, she passed away.

Hugo quietly opened the gates and led the physician in. He looked scared, heavily scared as he watched the assistant physician working on Leilani's wound.

"Be fast, Sergio. You and I know we are dead meat if the king finds out what we are doing." Hugo whispered, glancing back and around every single minute.

"I know and that's why I don't understand why you are helping this wretched slave." Sergio replied as he applied ointment on Leilani's back.

"Just do your job okay? I've paid you." Hugo retorted.

"I know. I'm just wondering why you are helping her though."

Hugo stared briefly at Leilani's face and shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen a slave so miserable. Just treat her and let's get out of here."

The physician assistant quickly did everything necessary. After he was done, he picked up his things, gathered them together and immediately evacuated the place with Hugo.

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(King Tarzan's palace)

Nikita stood nakedly in front of the window in the room, waiting for the king to come in as usual. She stared outside the dark with a huge smile on her face.

She was the most privileged slave for being the slave commander and also the king's s*x slave. She has never been privileged to enter the king's room but then, she still felt special knowing she could look at the king in the face and make love to him even though she never got a chance to touch him as she desires and also to see him naked.

King Tarzan always took off only his briefs during s*x but not his clothes.

It was six years ago she was brought to the palace and had won the king's favour by doing well in bed and seduction.

Before every intercourse, she was supposed to take her pills which would avoid her getting pregnant for the king but tonight, the king's b*tch didn't want to.

She was already harbouring some impossible thoughts in her head.

"Have you taken your pills?" Tarzan's voice suddenly broke into her thoughts and she slowly turned around with a smile, staring at his handsome face. If there was anything greater than handsome, Nikita would have used it. The deep blue eyes seemed to even sparkle in the dimly lit room.

"Yes my king. I've been waiting for you. Ready. All time." Nikita whispered seductively as she walked towards the bed.

King Tarzan watched her as she stared straight into his eyes. He walked towards her when she'd laid on the bed with the starting position. He took off his briefs only and laid behind her, grunting in satisfaction when he perceived the lavender soap she'd used in bathing.

Nikita couldn't stop wondering why the king made love with his clothes on. She had never seen him naked apart from his lower body. It left her really curious but there was nothing she could do.

"Ah." Nikita moaned as soon as Tarzan's size found her honeypot. No matter how expertly she was at giving s*x, she would never be able to take in his size without a gasp.

Tarzan began to move into her slowly at first. He increased the pace when he succeeded in getting himself fully into her body.

He grunted with pleasure, ramming so deep into her, holding her hair for support. Nikita slowly got on top of him and took over.

She gentle rode him, making the sounds that would drive him crazy. She massaged her own br*asts, eyes closed.

Tarzan was staring up at her, watching her as she did her job. His breath was erratic. He badly wanted to reach out and grab the bouncing @rse but that would be going against his rules and principles so he held back his hand above his head.

Nikita stared down at him and decided to cross boundaries. She bent and tried kissing the king but just as she suspected, Tarzan got up, pushed her off him.

"What were you trying to do?" He asked, his breath still erratic. His voice was cold and deep.

"Why can't we kiss? Why can't I touch you while making love to you? Why won't you take off your clothes while...?

"I don't make love. I f*ck. Me putting on clothes during sex is none of your business. It's mine." King Tarzan cut in, his voice resounded all over the room. *And when next you repeat what you just try doing, I will have you lock up for six days without food and water. Shall I read you the rules again, Nikita?"

Nikita stared at him and nodded. "I'm sorry my king. I was carried away. Let's con...."

"No. Get out. " King Tarzan said, turning away.

Nikita stared at him and down his erection. "But my king....you are yet to..."

"Get out." He ordered again.

Nikita stood up, picked up her clothes and left the room.

Tarzan laid back in bed, stared down at his erection and covered his body with the bedspread.

His mind went off to one of the newest slave, Leilani Guetta, a girl he knew from the past. As he thought about her, hatred filled his face. His eyes turned red with anger and contempt. He couldn't wait to let her have a taste of what it was to be a slave.

"Roman." He called and immediately, the door opened, revealing Roman outside the door. "Get the Slave in the dungeon here." He ordered.

Unconsciously, Roman hesitated. The slave in the dungeon was as good as dead so he didn't know why the king wanted him to bring her for the night.

But before Tarzan could glance at him, Roman regained himself and quickly left to bring the slave.

He was however, surprised to see her sitting up when he got to the dungeon. "Come with me."

Leilani stared up eitt fright all over her face. "Is he gonna kill me right now? Yes, he will not spare me after all that."

Roman stared at Leilani as she ranted. He got in and pulled her up on her feet and dragged her with him back to the palace.

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