A coward King gets conquered

He sat on the hard throne as they drug away the slave, what a sorry sight. A King so fallen, but what a delicious sight it made as well. It took all of his gumption to stay seated, his gaze shifted to the girl standing there toying with her hair as they drug him away, he was aware of his still semi-erect cock and the sight of her naked firmly in his mind. A gorgeous sight she made. With a single order he leaned back,

"Pleasure yourself girl."

He gestured to the floor before him,

"Strip, lay before me, and pleasure yourself..."

He smiled as she moved before him, slowly slipping off the clothes she'd just put on.
 
The slave awoke immediately upon a sharp pain in his side. He dug a little into the straw to see a shard of broken pottery laying amongst the hay. He moved his hand to the cut on his side, it was bleeding rather badly. He held his hand tightly to it looking around to see if there was possibly anything to clean it up with, or at least something to wrap it with.
 
OOC: Don't know where Tigress left too :(

IC:

The King watched the girls fingers massaging her clit heatedly, as he massaged his own muscle. The closer the girl grew to orgasming the closer his own climax came, he would not come before her. She gritted her teeth, her small face a mix of beauty and pure brute pleasure.

"That's it girl... keep it up."

With that he rose, still jerking off his large cock, stroking it as he approached her.

On the brink of their orgasms he ripped away her hand and thrust his throbbing cock into her warm depths. His hot cum immediately shot out in ropes, but he pumped anyways, as he filled her womb with threads of cum, she orgasmed several times on his cock.

After the mutual climax waned he pulled out, leaning forward to brush a hair from her face,

"Gorgeous."

He stepped up,

"Now I have a King to conquer."

He pulled on his robe careful to cover his now semi-limp member. He headed out of the room, leaving her to recuperate and dress,

"I will see you at dinner, be ready."

The large door closed with an echoing bang behind him. He moved down, stepping quickly down the stairs. At the bottom he stopped, removing his sandals to feel the soft warm sand between his toes. He didn't want A'hazia to hear his approach. He stepped calmly towards him, he stopped looking in, the child was asleep. He slid the bar up slowly and carefully, creaking the door open.

He stirred. Rolling over the boy suddenly jumped in a whimper. The door still partially opened I stepped back. He didn't even notice me as he looked down at a broken piece of something. I noticed a large gash in his side and blood dripping from it.

"Poor boy's hurt himself?"

He looked up sharply and I got a smug grin,

"Don't worry I'll make you forget that pain."

With that I stepped in shutting the door behind me.
 
"Poor boy's hurt himself."

I looked up from my throbbing wound my head jerking ot the side to see the King standing there in the now open doorway watching me... his smile menacingly, his voice was thick with desire and sarcasm as he falsly pouted his lips as I held my hand on the slash trying to keep the blood in.

He stepped in,

"I'll help you forget that pain."

It sounded exactly how it was intended, a threat that this was the moment, and the time... he would take what he wanted. I felt tears burning under my eyes but none fell, I'd allready wasted all my tears sobbing myself to sleep.

He appraoched my heart stopped, I took in a sharp breath as I backed away. But my retreat was rewarded with a sharp kick and a firm order to stay sitll.
 
My mouth twisted as I approached, but a frown immediately overtook it as he backed away. I kicked him straight in the Jaw,

"Don't move!"

My eyes darkened and narrowed as I stepped forward again, this time he didn't move. My sneer returned as I neeled before him. My hand covered his as I gently removed it from the gaping wound,

"Oh... that looks like it hurts."

I looked up into his eyes my eyes full of false care as I frowned. The wound was covered in the soft red of his blood as it was starting to clot and heal. I moved my mouth down to his side, he shivered but didn't move as my mouth circled the wound, my tounge moving up and down the small slit cleaning the excess blood from around it. I'd always found something intoxicating about blood and as the smell wafted up into my nostrils I found my hands wandering around the other side of his waist, down his firm abs and towards the groin.

A soft whimper met me... but it turned to a groan as I lightly bit on the wound in punishment. Flesh blood dripped onto my tounge running down my chin as I pulled back. Red smeared over my lips and tinting my teeth as I looked at him. His face etched in fear and misery... poor innocent... something so irrisistable about an innocent.

My fingers drug down to his loincloth losing it. Revealing my prize. His beautiful cock laying there, calling for me to reach out... to caress it, to taste it.

"Mnmmm I've been wanting this.. so long..."
 
I didn't move... I followed orders well anymore... god look how I've fallen.

My heart jumped in my throat as he knelt down beside me his face nearing on my side. My brows twisted a little as he pressed his lips agaisnt the wound, what the hell was he doing? I quivered under it as his tounge moved over me, but that wasn't what bothered me now. No, now his hand slid down into lower down my abs, I felt so disgusting at this point I let out a small whimper of protest, but didn't move, I couldn't... fear of what he'd do. But that didn't matter, punishment came just the same as he bit my side. I whimpered again, but stifled it a little more this time... oh god how I wished to be anywhere else right now. I felt a soft bit of blood trickle down my side, felt his tounge lap it up... how vile.

I saw his face as he pulled back, smeared with bits of blood, my blood. His eyes looking on me as a possesion, filled with lust and cruelty as the desire to ravage me obviously grew... I could see it in his eyes, and in the huge bulge behind his robe.

His fingers moved back to my loincloth and untied it. I cast my eyes downward as it fell revealing my cock... I closed my eyes forcing away the images of what might come best I could.

"Mnmmm.... I've been wanting this so long."

My shoulders shook in fear as I felt his hot breath on my abs his strong fingers massaging my inner thigh roughly, I felt the pain as he pressed hard squeezing the muscle getting ever closer to the spot I knew he'd reach... god ... now I wanted to die...

"I'll do anything!"

My own words echoed back to me, if only I'd known... I'd take it back in a heart beat.
 
I looked at my prize a broken bleeding and constantly trembling boy before me... the child was mine to take, I would wait no longer. My hand immediately moved to his youthful cock wrapping my hand around it I felt him tense his eyes closing as he obviously tried to push his conciousness away, pretending it wasn't happening. A sudden squeeze on my part brought him back.

"Pay attention boy, we'll be doing this a lot. I want you to know what you're doing... you're going to be a good fuck toy or you won't like this at all."

My eyes narrowed as his eyes wide and glistening locked on mine... he cast his eyes downward and I massaged his hardening length. He was obviously trying to ignore my caresses though it didn't work as I could tell when his cock twitched and stiffened in my grasp. MY thumb and forefinger rubbed along the head tracing the small slit with my fingernail.

"Mnmmm spread your thighs boy."

He hesitated but not for long as I shifted my gaze, he immediately complied. His thighs parted his cock fully exposed. I took my other hand to press on his chest, forcing him to lay back on the cold floor. His ass was now also visible. I drew my hand back running it along the crack between his cheeks. Slowly my finger dipped in searching the dark crevice till I felt the small pucker of his asshole, small and tight, obviously a virgin to any man. But then I knew that allready. I felt my own cock tense in eagerness my erection growing as I thought about taking that small hole right now, unlubed unprepared, but I didn't want him too bleed to bad, I wanted this king to stick around a while.
 
His hand grasped it, my eyes immediately closed wanting to force reality away... this wasn't happening... I was still in denial, I'm a king, no one's sex slave. But a sudden squeeze of my muscle elicited a whimper from me and brought me back quickly. My bottom lip quivered as he sneered and threatened. I didn't want to learn... didn't want to serve... but I didn't like the idea that it would be only worse if I didn't so I sat unmoving as he massaged my cock. I had to admit it felt good as his hand glided over it massaging, teasing the slit of it evey so often. I bit my lip to keep it still. My eyes shifted downwards, not ot my cock but focused on the floor to the side of me, my every effort to resist his advances, but my sex would have none of it. It grew harder the more he carressed, it twitched as he poked his fingernail into the small slit on the head. I almost yelped in pain, almost.

'Mnmmm spread your thighs boy.'

I had barely heard him, such a command such a disgrace. His eyes turned up and my legs spread my semi erect cock poised upward, my balls sitting gently on the ground swelling.

His hand on me pushing me back. I put my elbows back and allowed myself to be lowered to a lying position. Now staring at the ceiling I watched it swirl as my life spread before my eyes, filled with so much gaity, so much fun... but now look at me, look at it. It would never be the same.

His finger dipped between my cheeks, the worse part. His finger dipping until it found the small target. He massaged it and I felt his hand tense around my cock oh god let me get out of here. I silently prayed to myself, but he wouldn't hear too many years of my own pleasure. An eye for an eye. I felt my face burning as he bent over me.
 
I love the way his entire body quivers at my slightest touch, the way the tears slide gently down the soft curve of his cheek. Such a young handsome king, such a rich reward.

I pressed the tip of my finger into his anus, feeling it tighten around me. His thighs trembled and my free hand ran over them soothingly, tracing the muscles as they tensed. I pressed my finger completely in, feeling the reluctance, as he gave in to my intrusion. A little caressing and soon my second was allowed in... that was enough...

"Relax boy or it will hurt more."

He relaxed his breathing a bit, but his body wouldn't allow it, still trembling ridiculously, well he'll learn. I slid my hands under his tender ass grabbing the cheeks roughly. As his hips raised I positioned my cock. I saw his eyes close and hit him hard in the stomach,

"I said keep them open... I'll teach you to listen boy."

The fear was thick in the room, almost tangable, as was my anticipation, I prepared to take the boy, unlubed... unready, I'd have to have the doctor in here right away. The tip of my cock parted his cheeks rubbing against the edge of his pucker...
 
I groaned a little my teeth grinding together as the finger begins to penetrate, his face burning with a shame he'd never felt in all his years. I tensed immediately my whole body feeling like it wanted to explode.

'Relax boy or it will hurt more.'

I tried but it did no good, every muscle in my body was tense involuntarily. I felt like a prostitute, laying spread open easily, allowing myself to be invaded... a king to a damn prostitute... oh how we have fallen.

I felt him pull me up and the tip of what I knew was his cock preparing to take me. I pressed my eyes closed not wanting to look at him, to see him destroy me... lower me...

'I said keep them open... I'll teach you to listen boy.'

I felt him shake me ever so slightly, cracking my eyes open a bit, he shook me again and I opened them completely, my brows turned up in fear and helplessness.. that's the feeling complete and utter hopelessness.

I knew he was going to do it and I held my breath ready.
 
I smiled cruely as I saw his eyes, now wide with fear and helplessness... it felt so good to see the pain and utter desperate hopelessness that wracked his once regal form. I felt my balls allready seething with seed ready to cum any moment at just the sight of him. I bent over him again licking up his belly, to his neck, and finally planting my lips firmly on his, my tounge invading his warmth one more time before pulling back.

I then thrust forward once quickly. His scream echoed through the chambers as I felt his body ripping to give way, blood oozed around my cock as I let out a great howl, releasing my seed deep with in his bowels. Claiming him as mine, always mine.... forever mine.

My head turned down again, his eyes were closed his entire face contorted with agony from my attack. I pulled back and pushed him away suddenly, forcing myself to my feet despite the weakness that filled my muscles. I wanted him to feel like dirt, to let him know he was nothing but an object for me to use as I saw fit until I decided otherwise. So I rose and didn't look back, though I wanted to, to see him curled up in pain, groaning from my assault. I pulled on my robe and told a guard positioned outside the dungeon to fetch a doctor for the boy immediately.
 
He did just as I knew he would. A sudden thrust, and I felt my body rip and tear to take his obtrusive length. Letting out a howl I couldn't hold back tears flooded my once tearless eyes. My entire body arching and cringing in pain. I felt close to passing out as his cock burrowed it's way in completely. If that wasn't enough, he'd been so close to coming that in one simple thrust he released inside me. His hot searing jizz soaking my inside, and flooding my bowels.

"Oh.. God... "

I cried, but he'd of course given up on me a long time ago... he probobaly laughed now, thinking me getting my just due... laughing... like this man had at the idea of mutilating... destroying me. Such a sadistic thrill out of killing everything I once had been.

I felt him pull out, and push me away. But my eyes were pressed closed as my mind screamed in agaony. The minute I was free of him I curled up tight into a ball my whole body pained, fresh cum and blood dripping from me. I sobbed like a little child on that icy cold dungeon floor, and he simply left... left me there a lone... like yesterdays garbage. I sobbed for hours, even as the doctors entered... my doctors, a final insult, my ex-servants seeing me lying here degraded... mutilated.. and raped and having to heal me. I couldn't bear to look at them and layed bawling like a newborn as they treated me and left me... left me to cry myself to sleep.
 
I ignored him for the next few months, no easy task. He performed menial tasks and wasn't used for sex by anyone. Though occasionally I'd send down a woman to give him a quick blow job, just to keep him entertained. Besides usually I could sneak down and watch. However, normally I acted as if nothing had happened.

"Slave, bring me water."

He was definately beaten, his head hung down he nodded. I grabbed him by the throat,

"Speak up boy!"

Fear in his eyes as he met mine only briefly before he muttered louder,

'Yes sir.'

I threw him down and went back to the business at hand discussing taxes... or something not nearly as interesting as the proposition of taking that boy again. He scrambled off and I kind of watched as he went... then nodding to a slave I ordered her to go and fetch him later.
 
I walked crooked for weeks after the incident, and though my body eventually did, my pride never recovered. He ignored me for the most part, for which I was eternally greatful. I performed every task the best I could, as quickly as I could to avoid his anger or attention. It was a simple day like any other, I simply stood attention at his throne as he conducted the affairs of the land... my land no more... but he turned.

'Slave, bring me water.'

I nodded immediately, my eyes not meeting him, not allowing his to fall upon the face he'd liked so much... or had he? I didn't want to afford him any arousal. As I went to go I felt his grasp around my throat and my blood ran cold.

'Speak up boy!'

"Yes sir!"

As I went tumbling to the floor he turned and I crumpled to the flor. But as soon as I regained my barings I was up and racing off to get him water. Nothing else happened... at least until that night.
 
The slave was brought in to me in the night and I immediately had him tied between two beams that stood in the main square. Let's see how the city acts to see the King they once loved hanging in such utter humiliation.

His arms and legs were fully spread, nude for all to see and use if they like. I posted a sign that told the locals they could use this slave as they see fit, provided no permanant harm came to him as he was their new kings personal pleasure and labor slave. I knew he'd not treated them too unkindly, but he'd never cared for them. He was a self-centered brat, and he'd just as soon starve them if it meant less work and less money, but then he'd have no one to serve him, no one to call him king. Well see if anyone called him that now... I loved to see humiliation in his eyes, the pain in his body... and I went to my balcony to watch as morning came...
 
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Bump,

Anyone?? Come on gals an opportunity to do anything! And guys, hey if you swing that way (And I hope you do) Take your turn on this little guy!
 
May I Join?

Hey guys, I've been reading this since it's been up and now that you're looking for females, I'm wondering if I could join? I'll put down my character and every thing and if you have any objections, just tell me.

28 year old Caroline LaMont walked past the town square and saw the small, limp frame of the fallen king strung up between two beams. Her eyes widened and glistened as she saw the child being tortured by the new rulers and her heart broke for him since he was still a boy. She always held a place in her heart for children and loved them so dearly. But then she remembered how starved her own 5 year old boy had been when the king had refused to send out food suplies. She remembered how she held the tiny little child in her arms and stroked it's blond hair as it cried from lack of nourishment. She remembered how the king had recruited her husband to go off and fight for the sole purpose of conquering more teritory and how he had never come back. All of the suden, she no longer felt the agony she had once shared with this fallen king. But something inside of her did still stir when she saw the muscular body of this boy. Confidence set in her cool blue eyes, she strode towards the front of the crowd.
 
Awesome Awesome,

I want a few people to add a little more fun for my poor slave. Glad to have you aboard and sooooo glad to hear someone's been reading this from the begining. :) It's really one of my absolute fave threads.

Oh and I love your character allready beautiful beautiful!

IC:

The King came too slowly, at first believing his eyes were playing tricks on him. He no longer saw his cold damp cell, but the eyes of thousands of his subjects standing before him. It had to have been a dream.

But then he felt how stretched and tired his body felt and knew it couldn't be. Glancing down he found himself fully nude, and the looks on the faces of his peasants weren't that of reverence and obedience, but of sadness... a few anyways... pity... a little more... and humor... quite a few... and at last joy... mostly. If he'd thought he'd been shamed thouroughly before he was now proved profoundly wrong. He twisted in vain to escape the lashes praying to be released from this torture... and wishing for death.

No one moved. They all stared, and that made it worse. They didn't leave... didn't continue on... they stared. His body felt like it was on fire and his mind was in a greater hell then he could have ever imagined.

Suddenly movement cought his eye, he saw a woman step forward. A beautiful older lady, 28 not so old for most.... but definately older than he'd had... well... besides the new King. Her eyes welled with pity and for a moment he thought she might free him. A single loyal servant in this mass of treacherous ones. It wasn't to be. Soon her look too turned colder, and a new look took over her. Determination. Confidence. Anger. He found himself shuddering as she approached.

"Peasa..."

No that wouldn't go over well...

"Lady... lady... please. Help me."

He wasn't sure what she would do but he had no pride left, not an ounce of dignity. So he tried to cry out for help...
 
Caroline

"Help you? Why should I help you?!" I screamed, as I steped up onto the platform. My voice was getting high and screechy, my words filled with emotion. Tears began to fall from my eyes and roll down my cheeks, I had always been overly emotional. "You never helped me. You would've let my son starve. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?!" I stared at him. He obviously knew nothing of my son but I didn't care. "Look lady please..." he started. I took a step back, not even thinking twice about the thousands behind me. Every mother thinks of her child first. "And what about my husband? Those men didn't need to go to war, all they were doing was trying to gain more land for your selfish empire. But you never thought about him did you?" My voice was now in a whisper. My hands trembled and the tears never ceased to fall. Those years of built up grief had caught up with me and nothing was going to hold me back from showing this boy what I thought of him. By the slight grin on his face, I could tell, "You think I'm kidding don't you? You think I'm going to cry my heart out and then free you. You think that you're going to convince me to help you, and say that you never meant to harm my family. Well, I did have pity for you. I never wanted to see them tie you up here like this. But if you even dream about me helping you, just remember how you didn't help me." By this time, my tears had dried up and I was speaking in harsh, pain filled whispers. I hoped my little speech had gone through to his heart but I knew that it hadn't. I tore my hand back and sent it flying across his face as hard as I could. Skin connected with skin with a painful crack and the boy let out an unexpected yelp, looking at me with horrified eyes. All I could do was smirk back at him.
 
'Help you? Why should I help you?!'

I lurched back as far as my bonds could allow me noting the new ferocity in her features. Her entire body was shaking with anger as she advanced on me.

'You never helped me. You would've let my son starve. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?!'

Her son... did I know her?... I strained too remember her but liltle came. I shook my head desperately,

"Look Lady... please..."

I didn't have time to finish as she immediately began again. I felt my hope waning as no one moved to help. No one moved at all.

"I... "

'And what about my husband? Those men didn't need to go to war, all they were doing was trying to gain more land for your selfish empire. But you never thought about him did you?'

I barely heard the last part, and I was struck silent. I was a selfish King... there was little I could say to contest it... but a bigger empire was a stronger safer empire... But that hardly would make up for it to the widow. I sunk my head a little, hadn't I allready been more than punished. I was sorry... god now I was sorry. I needed pity, but I'll be damned if I was gonna start issuing out apologies to all the widows...

Looking up into her eyes I saw her pain, but I remembered her pity. Women were always kind... she probobally was too... the type who take in strays, gave to the poor. Surely she'd feel that pity again and I'd be free... a small smile started on my face at the thought. Free.


'You think that you're going to convince me to help you, and say that you never meant to harm my family. Well, I did have pity for you. I never wanted to see them tie you up here like this. But if you even dream about me helping you, just remember how you didn't help me.'

My smile began to wane and I shook my head,

"No... Please.... I... I don't know of your son... but your husband gave his life for his country. You should be proud... it's the best way to die..."

Pain. More Pain as her hand connected with my face. I let out a cry, never had I been treated so disrespectfully... but now... since this new king came... never would I be treated respectfully. My eyes widened as I looked around the crowd, knowing I would never hold any worth to them again. My people. I never knew the hate they bore me. I set my teeth and resorted to dismissing her... she wouldn't help. The best I could hope for is she would be the only one to come with their grievences.

"If you won't help. Then leave me be... "

I pulled at the chains but the skin around my wrists was allready raw and the pain was too much. I scowled then glanced forward, she hadn't moved. Her eyes still as cold as steel, and her lips curved in a cruel smile.
 
Seems Sweetie's left... well if anyone's interested in playing with our little king, feel free... ;)
 
Sorry guys, I'm here. Life is hell at the moment though, you're gonna hafta be patient with me.

"Leave you... I don't think so. I think I'll make you make up for everything you've done to my family. I bet you're embarassed aren't you? Seeing your people laugh at you?"

I smiled evily at him and my eyes were hard as rocks. I put a hand on his back and played my fingers over his spine. I let him begin to feel comfortable then, with a quick move, I kicked him in the stomach.

I couldn't help but laugh as the little child yelped in pain. My normally pure heart only wanted revenge, and it's revenge that I would get.
 
OOC: That's allright I completely completely understand. My life gets screwed up a lot too. I hope it works out and don't worry about posting. It's just a miracle to have someone else posting with this thread. :)

IC:
'I bet you're embarassed aren't you? Seeing your people laugh at you?'

My brows furrowed a bit and I looked up meeting her eyes, the pain was still there but it took a backseat to an evergrowing fury. I pulled back a little on the ropes trying to move away from her. She stepped closer and I felt my cheeks allready begining to redden as she drew closer, having no idea what I was in for. I expected her to slap me... something like that. But instead her fingers tickled my spine up and down and I sort of relaxed, as I still wondered what she'd do.

A sharp pain in my stomach brought that comfort crashing down. I yelped loudly as her knee drove into my unprepared gut. I gritted my teeth glaring at her seemingly soft features now hard and cruel, as if chiseled from stone.

Anticipating more blows I struggled more with the bindings around my arms and legs.

"Get away from me... isn't this enough, we're conquered ... I'm tied out here like a damned peasant... a common slave... isn't this enough..."

I choked a bit in the middle of it and the end was barely a whisper as the pain outside dulled, but my heart and soul continued to ache.
 
OOC: That's allright I completely completely understand. My life gets screwed up a lot too. I hope it works out and don't worry about posting. It's just a miracle to have someone else posting with this thread. :)

IC:
'I bet you're embarassed aren't you? Seeing your people laugh at you?'

My brows furrowed a bit and I looked up meeting her eyes, the pain was still there but it took a backseat to an evergrowing fury. I pulled back a little on the ropes trying to move away from her. She stepped closer and I felt my cheeks allready begining to redden as she drew closer, having no idea what I was in for. I expected her to slap me... something like that. But instead her fingers tickled my spine up and down and I sort of relaxed, as I still wondered what she'd do.

A sharp pain in my stomach brought that comfort crashing down. I yelped loudly as her knee drove into my unprepared gut. I gritted my teeth glaring at her seemingly soft features now hard and cruel, as if chiseled from stone.

Anticipating more blows I struggled more with the bindings around my arms and legs.

"Get away from me... isn't this enough, we're conquered ... I'm tied out here like a damned peasant... a common slave... isn't this enough..."

I choked a bit in the middle of it and the end was barely a whisper as the pain outside dulled, but my heart and soul continued to ache.
 
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