I'm sorry but it's bedtime so I'm kicking Adrian out and going to bed, I'm sorry but I gotta work tommorow I'll see you! Again I'm glad to ahve you aboard. Oh yeah and Adrian says bye.
The king watched happily as she led him towards the shower, his form still covered in a small part by the dirty undergarments. I let out a groan as he is led towards there, my hand rubbing acrossed my hard length, watching him eagerly. I figured I should let him get a sight of it, get him ready for what he would be taking... I gripped myself harder as I thought of ramming in that tight little ass, taking the boy a way he'd never been taking, giving him his first taste of a man. I licked my dry lips he was approaching the tub grumbling about him.
"Boy!"
He immediately silenced and looked down at the floor, at least the whippings had put him in his place.
Heard the sharp shout and my head dropped obediantly my eyes stinging as tears threatened to fall again. My body shook lightly, how could this happen... I was king... I was supposed to be invincable... oh god how I wanted to run... but there was no where to go.
The king rose himself up as he saw the boys shoulders shake,
"Wait."
As the girl stopped she looked up watching as I approached. I took his chin sharply in my grip jerking him up to look into my eyes again,
"Are you crying again fallen King? What a child you are..."
My lips twisted cruelly as I pulled him into another fierce kiss my hardness intentionally perssing against his chest. I whisper into his ear my voice dripping with sadism...
"Tell me boy, will you cry when I take you?"
I released his head and he recoiled, I withdrew my hardness parting the front of my robe so he could see it.
"Get used to the idea boy... cry and cry, it will only make it harder"
My heart was pounding, and all I could hear was my own sobbing, I didn't realize it as he raised himself approaching me, but I heard the 'wait', I refused to look, trying to control the fear wreaking havoc on my heart.
His hand was on my chin ripping my head up to look at him, I almost closed my eyes but somehow managed to stare into his eyes my body quivering in his rouch grasp as he taunted.
His lips met mine in a sudden unexpected fit of passion, his tounge thrusting into my mouth suddenly and I had nothign to do but comply. His tounge swirled my own before he broke it leanign towards my ear. At his words my heart tore in half, oh god I would... that was cementing it in my mind, this would happen. My body shook uncontrollably.
He pulled back and tossed me aside when he was finished. My eyes followed him for fear of what he may do, he backed away pulling out his hard cock. I swallowed hard, my eyes unable to turn from the large member, I couldn't take that, there was no way... he could really believe... I turned my head away sharply as he told me about the crying, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't... I wanted to go home... I found myself yearning for my mothers touch, her hold, I wanted to suckle her, be safe in her arms as I used to be... oh god I wish she was here now... I don't even want to know, he probobally had her killed.
He watched the boys reaction, and grew irritated, grabbing his head again he drug him forward.
"You don't turn away from me, understood, you NEVER look away from me."
He growled then grabbed A'haziah's hand wrapping it around his large cock, making him feel it's width and length, enjoying the fear he saw welling in the boys eyes.
A'haziah's eyes grew wide as he was once again forced to hold the immense thing, but this time no cloth seperated them. His hand rubbed along the smooth skin of the older man's muscle. He felt it tense reacting to his touch, his bottom lip quivered but he didnt' look away, he couldn't look away. He wouldn't risk punishment. His hand being forced up and down the cock, he felt his stamina breaking.
Despite the desire that flooded his body, at the boys reluctant touch, the forced jerking, and the fear and terror in his eyes. The King removed his hand and tossed it away,
"Give the child a bath."
With that I turned and went back to the throne, waiting.
I lead the boy to his bath and had one of the other servants strip him of his clothes. I took off my clothes and got into the tub with him. My breast were above the water and the little boy couldn't take his eyes off of my cherry colored nipples. I leaned forward to grab a rag and a scented bar of soap when I felt his marble stiffed cock rub against my leg. I started to wash his face and felt it again, this time a little higher than before. I looked at my king sitting proudly on his throne, watching me bathe his slave when he gave me a wink. I knew what to do after that.
I washed his arms, his legs, his face and his neck. I even washed his face and behind his ears, before I watched his stomach. I swirled the rag around his nipples and smiled as they turned into hard peaks of flesh. My hand covered rag slipped lower and lower, washing as it traveled down to his manhood. I took it into my hands, washing and massaging it. Making it grow twice the size that it was. I looked at the king as I wrapped my legs around the slave's waist, guiding his throbbing member into my hot sheath. I watched the slave close his eyes and moan in either pure pleasure or pure pain.
All of a sudden, he grabbed my waist and started plowing into me like stallion plows into a mare. It felt so good, but I didn't let my eyes glaze over with passion. There was more to be done. I waved at my grinning king and he got up frown his throne and silently stripped off his clothes.
I shivered as I approached the tub, a servant... a former one of mine mind you, began to remove my shred of clothing. I bit my lip, this servant of mine removing my less than royal articles, seeing me in the most brute form... a plain good for nothing slave, my anger flushed in my cheeks, I was a king... I was not born to this. I saw her get in and couldn't of course help but get a little aroused as her clothes peeled off. I watched her breasts slowly removed and felt my loins jump. I tried to surpress it but I couldn't help it, god she had a body on her. If she were my servant I definately would have had her.... Her hands moved deftly over my body begining to wash me, her every touch every movement only served to arouse me more. I watched as the water swirled, the soap collecting a little around her hard nipples.
I bit my lip sharply as I felt her hand travel lower, wrapping the cloth around my aroused manhood I almost groaned but prevented myself as best I could. But as she moved her legs around me I swallowed hard closing my eyes as I felt her warmth guiding me inward. I groaned deeply feeling her hands tense I knew this would probobally be the only pleasure I had today and I decided to take advantage, hoping it wouldn't upset the king. I wrapped my hands around her thin waist and began thrusting into her, quick and hard, trying to cum to my climax before the King had the opportunity to stop me.
The king watched in pleasure, as the girls hand moved over the youthful body, so strong, so filled with life. He felt his erection growing again but he stayed sitting, he would wait... he wanted the slave aroused, he wanted to take him aroused... he wanted to make sure he was the one to cause him to cum. He'd be the one to give that final pleasure, the slave wouldn't be able to resist. As she rubbed his manhood I watched him seem to hold back a groan his eyes glazing over, and half closing.
I smiled as he began to thrust into her and took that as my cue. I rose quickly but walked slowly, trying to stifle my own impatience as I began to disrobe. My manhood in a strong erection, leading the way before me. I could tell A'haziah hadn't noticed, but she had giving me a wave I chuckled deeply.
"Mnmm priming him, thank you."
I stepped forward and clenched the slave's shoulder hard my nails causing little white crescents in his flesh.
As I felt the strong grip dig into my shoulder I immediately stopped my frenzied thrusting my breathing stopping. I couldn't bring myself to turn and look up at him. I stared blankly forward my body rigid and still in the water. I felt the water swish as he stepped in, sitting on the otherside... behind me.
I felt a lump cought in my throat, and despite all my attempts I could not rid myself of it. I lay quivering as I felt his hands on my back. I ached to return to her warm pussy, but his orders silenced me... and for fear of punishment i released her hips.
The king was pleased with the immediate response, he knew the boy was aroused, aching for release. Just what he wanted, he needed it, and would get it... but not how he pleased.
"Lean forward boy, suckle her breasts, suck on them. Nurse on her as you would your mother... she is your mother tease those tender breasts."
He pushed his head forward before the boy had time to respond, but soon he had his lips around a nipple encasing in it, curling a little to a fetal position. He seemed ot take comfort in this, he'd probobally been aching for his mother all along. I chuckled as my hands ran down his strong back,
"That's my slave, fall into her... let her love you... as I love you..."
I moved my hand down cupping his strong buttocks kneading hte flesh as my hardness pressed against his skin. But I would not fuck him, not here in the tub, not yet.
I heard his words... as he continued my eyes never left her breasts. Rising and falling gently as she breathed, he finished his orders but as I was going to bend down his hand was on the back of my neck shoving me down on her breast.
My lips found her nipple easily and I immediately began to nurse. Her tender nipple hardened in my lips, and my arms moved to rest on her hips softly as I laid in her bosom, I did feel exactly as a child, I was lost in her, lost in memories of my mother, I tried to ignore the fingers tracing there way down my spine, but my mscles responded, each one tensing as it was stimulated.
I moved my other hand to rest on her unsucked breast, just resting, nothing sexual in it, just squeezing the tenderness as my tounge moved around her breast. No milk of course was produced, but I found comfort in it. I bit down a little as his manhood touched against my ass but I just pressed my lids tightly closed and sucked with a greater ferocity, my fingers wrapping around her tighter.
The Kings grip tightened and he pulled the cheeks apart strongly, expanding the small hole they concealed, the fairly hot water seered into the untouched entrance flooding his bowels, seering his insides and he jumped a bit his lips coming briefly off of the nipples he was teasing.
"That's feels pretty good doesn't it boy... the hot water touching you... "
My hand slid slighlty around his waist, just the tip of my fingers brushing against his shaft, still a little hard, probobally still from the previous thrusting, but it was still very flaccid. My hand encircled it, dominated it wrapping it's length, he was young it began to expand and twitch in my hand. His face flushed I could tell as his cock began to respond to my massaging.
I leaned forward my cheek touching his flushed and warm cheek, listening to his breathing get lower and longer as I worked him over. He was obviously doing his best not to be aroused but I wouldn't allow that. One hand snaked it's way up from his buttock to his hair, tracing a path along his spine as the fingers entangeled themselves in the brown curls. I pulled his head back sharply, he let out a yelp and in one quick motion before he could protest I covered his open lips with mine, my tounge arching into his lips, tasting the moistness. He almost bit down with shock but didn't, knowing what that would mean. A week more of torture for him... torment for me, I wouldn't let this boy cost me my fun tonight.
I felt my cheeks pulling back and arched a bit as the burning fluid invaded my canal. I tried to pull a way a bit realeasing the nipple I'd been nursing to it's full length. I tightened my grip on her breasts and my other moved off her waist to steady myself on the bottom of the bath.
My cock jumped as it felt a minute bit of his strong hand brush by it, soon the hand wrapped arround it, and despite my efforts it began to grow inside of his grip. His fingers moved up and down the shaft. The blood rushed through it bringing it to life I tried to fight it but the fire wouldn't ease I flushed in embarassment, this MAN was turning me on despite my mind.
As his cool cheek touched mine my breathing became deeper, there was nothing I could do but let him. I bit my lip closing my eyes as I felt a smile overcome him, his skin so close to mine.
Suddenly a yank on my hair, a sudden shaft of pain shooting through me, I opened my mouth in a yelp, before I knew it he was on top of me his lips taking mine over, his tounge... inside of me, I wanted to bite down, but I knew the punishment it would yield I layed motionless, his tounge probing inside me. I felt disgusting.
With that I pulled off suddenly releasing him, rising dripping from the tub and stepped out. My erection plain before me, aching to burrow itself deep into the boy, but I wouldn't I would wait. I took her hand and pulled her from the tub,
"Get dressed."
I took my robe and wrapped it around myself as she hurriedly pulled on her petticoats and outfit. He simply stayed there as I called in the servants,
"Take him to his cell."
They took the boy, noting the erection bulging out before him but ignorin git. They towled him off and led him down to his cell, the boy left.
I felt him move his hand abruptly from my penis and then his lips move, I was surprise, relieved that he removed his mouth, but I felt my cock wanting more, I turned my head downcast focussing on it, trying not to look at him. I moved my hand a little to rub it slightly easing the tension as he pulled her from the tub telling her to get dressed.
Now I sat alone in the tub, me alone. I closed my eyes to hold back any tears that wanted to fall, my heart shook inside of me, I couldn't bear this, how had it happened... I'd been great.
Suddenly my arms were wrenched up, strong arms lifted me from the bath and I shook helplessly in their grasp. I hadn't noticed him call the guard in and fought to cover my erection, but they had seen it was too late. They toweled me off, avoiding that area as they did. Soon I was clothed and being led out... I threw a glance towards my captor, his look wasn't malicious, but desiring, lustfull. I wasn't going to the dungeon.
This was confirmed as I felt myself tossed hard onto the cold floor of one of the cells. The clang of the door slamming shut and board being fixed in place, locking me inside.
I raised myself up slowly, shivering from the cold air that hit my moist body. I gathered up the straw that scattered the cell and brought it into a pile. As I did a large beetle crawled onto my hand, I shook it off in horror as it flung to the ground, retreating quickly from my cell.
I sighed deeply and wrapped my arms protectively around myself, trying to gain warmth as I sat down.