A coward King gets conquered

I watched as he lifted the food, my stomache grumbled loudly as I felt it twist and churn inside me. I watched it intently fighting hard to resist the urge to reach out and try and grab it from him but I remained still. All that filled my mind was the hunger, and desire that filled me.

He slipped it in between his lips and beckoned me forward. No... my mind fought against it, I'm not a dog, I couldn't take it from his lips... no... I can't... but I'm starved... no... no... oh god I have to I'm starved. I reluctantly pulled my self up and keeping my head down approached him leaning over and wrapping my lips around the edge my teeth biting partially into it our lips pressed together, my body so close I could see the hunger and want in his eyes, with only a little difference from my own. My fingers trembled and my breathing stopped as I was cought in the moment, awaiting his permision to bite down not wanting to incur the whip again.
 
His lips touched mine and I felt my erection begin to grow, my manhood hardening. This time I couldn't supress it, I didn't want to anyways. My toga lifted a little but I doubt as if he noticed his eyes intent on mine, like a pet, awaiting permission. Mnmmm he was learning quickly and I was pleased. I gave him an approving look blinking my eyes once a slight nod. He immediately bit down chewing eagerly, but I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back just after he swallowed pressing my lips hard to his own youthful, and full.

I grabbed his hand forcing it towards me. Initially he tried to pull back but at a light growl from me he succumbed and I pulled his hand to my growing member rubbing it with his hand through the thin material.
 
I had to interrupt. lol The story is great so far.

I peeked out from behind the curtain and watched the entire thing. That poor boy. Even as that thought flashed across my mind. I felt my nipples grow hard and stick out like diamonds. My breathe had grown ragged. To even admit that I was turned on by the vulgarity of what I was watching, was a sin, to tempting to resist. I slowly lifted up my dress and the petticoat underneath it. As my hand found my drawers drenched in the moisture that came from my loins, I admitted that it excited me to no end. I settled for watching as my index finger massaged my little hard button, my pussy, covering my hand with its' juices. While my middle finger, went in and out, rapidly pushing me over the edge of esctasy. I tried not to let a moan escape from my quivering lips, but the "Moan", came out any way. I looked in their direction, they didn't hear anything, so I lifted my leg up a little, so that I could reach my clit better. My index finger was flying over that swollen little nub, my middle finger was being clamped down on by my inner muscles. I closed my eyes and saw the stars, I was having a climax. I opened my eyes and saw the floor rushing up to meet me. I had somehow lost my balance and had gotten tangled in the curtain that I was hiding behind. The weight of my body ripped the curtain off of it's hinges and I fell on top of it. My dress and my petticoat was up around my waist, my drawers were lost for the moment and my bodice was undone. I was practically naked, on a curtain and writhing in pleasure. My nipples got even harder and my juices flowed like a waterfall from bewteen my thighs, when I realized that I had finally caught their attention and had my orgasm right infront of them while they were looking at me in shock.
 
A'hazia bit down immediately at the response and swallowed quickly, he regreted it instantaniously as he felt the hand on the back of his head. His face jerked forward into the Kings, the new king, the usurper of his throne. His lips were hard and pressed heavily on his lips.

A strong grip on his wrist caused him to reflex pulling back against it, but at the dissaproving glare and the thought of a whip he let his hand be dragged to the mans hardening member. He quivered as he felt ti under the soft cloth. His whole body shook nervous and terrified, here he was being kissed by a man and forced to give him a hand job.

A sudden yelp and a rush of movement to the side luckily ocught the kings attention and he dropped me to the side. I turned to see a beautiful young girl lying there, all undressed and flustered. She must have been watcihng... getting off on my misery, I looked to the floor ashamed and humiliated. Probobally one of my previous subjects too.


OOC: WOW It's great to know someone's been reading this thread! Great intro :)
 
In comes the girl.

I layed there on the floor stunned at first. I got up and straightened my clothing.

"I am sorry. I wanted to surprise you with a gift. I did not mean to intrude. Is there anything that I can do for you?"

Neither of them said not a word. I turned as if to leave the room, but remembered my gift. I searched under the curtain for it, until I finally found it.

"Here it is, your Highness."

I handed the gift to the king and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I removed the slave's hand and put my own across the bulg in his clothing.

"Will you save some for me?"

I gave it a sqeeze and the king's eyes softened as he looked at my face. Before I left the room and left the king back to his slave.

[Edited by Tigress84 on 06-03-2001 at 09:45 PM]
 
The king rose leaving the boy beside the throne and took one step forward assuming his regal position as he looked at the girl, god she was beautiful.

"A gift? And what was that going to be?"
 
The king took a few steps forward his eyes feasting on the young flesh, maybe he could have more than just the boy, but he would need to concentrate, the child had to be broken.

"I would be honored with such a gift."

I paused and then a sly smile crept acrossed my face as I obviously surveyed her body,

"How would you like to help me break your ex-king?"
 
I closed the door behind me and leaned up against it, with one of my hands pressed against my chest. I can not believe that I did that, but being the king's mistress does have it's advantages. I am the only one who knows that he likes little boys and women.
 
I arched a brow at her response, obviously pleased, I cast a glance back at A'haziah.

"This is getting better every minute..."

I strode up to her in a few quick steps and immediately pressed my body up to hers locking her lips in a deep kiss as my chest pressed against hers. I felt her nipples press into me and my erection grew again pressing into her belly a little.
 
I heard his question through the door. I stopped breathing for a moment. Why not? I have nothing else to do. I opened the door back up and walked inside.

"I would be honored to help you."

I closed the door and walked toward the slave.
 
My body trembled as I heard them talking, discussing my fate, now there were to be two, but at least I was no virgin to women. Their touch didn't frighten me like his, his was stronger, dominating and the thought of it sent shudders down my spine. I felt them looking at me but couldn't bare to look up.
 
His manhood, was pressing up against me, turning a spark into a blaze. I know that he could see the lust in my eyes, just as I could see it in his.
 
"What should we do with him?"

I asked the king.

I licked my lips in anticipation.

"You know that my touch can be cruel, if he doesn't please me."
 
I growled into our kiss before pulling back and giving a sharp over view of her body,

"You're definately gorgeous, and this little bastard never took you when he was King?"

I glanced at the boy snorting a little,

"I'll have to teach him some taste. Such beauty."

I took her breast in my hand rolling a nipple harshly between my fingers.
 
A soft moan rolled out of my mouth, as he sucked on my nipple. My hands pushed his face closer, but he was taller. I stepped on top of the slave to give myself better leverage.
"I was never his to take, I've always belonged to you."

[Edited by Tigress84 on 06-03-2001 at 10:14 PM]
 
"Ah, you're one of mine? And I never saw you? you must have hidden yourself well my beauty."

I returned to my nursing on her breast, suckling harshly, more harshly then any child would sucking deeply massaging her other breasts with my other hand.
 
A'hazia recoils from them and glared as she stepped up pulling back not allowing her to step on him, how oculd he royalty be brought to this. He pulled his arms around his body tight hoping this new woman would occupy the King. He didn't fail to notice however the hungry glances his way from the king as he suckled and the sadism in the womans eyes.
 
I unbuttoned his bridge clout. I wanted him now. He was still suckling at my breast like a babe, when I pulled out his manhood from his trousers.

"Moan."

When I heard that moan, it jolted me out of my lust. I looked down at the slave and patted him with my foot.

"Hush. You must learn to speak only when spoken to. Insulate slave."
 
Cast a dirty glare at the ground but didn't move not willing to look at them, not wanting to see them, wanting to leave, to escape nothing else.
 
He moved his lips up feeling your hand on his manhood he groaned eagerly, God he'd wanted the fulfillment, and this way he wouldn't take the slave before it was time, let her play with him a little, get him primed. Once aroused it would be easier to break him in.

"I want you now."

I pull her head to mine quickly in a short passionate kiss before pulling her back,

"Please me well."
 
"Your highness, I can't help but notice that you're new slave is ill-mannered and smells like a pig slop. The stench is starting to make me ill. Can we clean him up a bit, before we play with him?" I asked as I lifted his head up from my breast.
 
I glanced her over then turned to him,

"Yeah well, I've made sure he's been through a lot."

I chuckle a little remembering his punishments and the looks of pain and agony. God how I'd wanted him then, I wanted him now. But I suppose she was right he was kind of dirty, my glance turned back to her,

"Fine my sweet, we shall be able to clean him up. But remember, he is a fallen king, it will take time to break him of his habits, patience is required."
 
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