A coward King gets conquered

My hands tangled in his curly hair and I pulled his face up to look at me.

"Sweetheart, nothing you can do will bring back my husband," I chuckled at him and shook my head.

I slid my fingers down the back of his neck and watched the small child tremble under my touch. I walked around behind him and saw his body tense as I was lost from his sight. My hands continued down his back to the very base of his spine and settled on his hips.

"What a very nice body," I thought to myself, "I could really have fun with this one."
 
His entire body shuddered under her intimidating gaze and her cold steely touch.

'Sweetheart, nothing you can do will bring back my husband'

As she stalked behind me I felt her hands possesively roving over my bare body. The entire town watched and my face flushed in shame and anger... how dare she! A commoner... a servant of mine! Well... she was...

"Well now I suffer. Worse then your husband... "

I turned and shot a glare to her,

"Consider him avenged. Unless he went to hell then I'm not the one to take his suffering up with..."

I scowled at her angrily hoping that was enough to get rid of her.
 
"My husband didn't go to hell, but you will! You think you are a king but you are not, you are just a filthy child with no respect. I bet your whore of a mother would be laughing at you if she could see you now."

I stepped back, laughed and watched him writhe and thrash against his restrictions at the direct insult to him and his mother. He screamed horrible things that meant nothing to my devil posessed soul. I merely gave an evil sneer and scratched at the skin I was touching.

As he was raving, with no warning, I stabbed three fingers into his tight asshole and rammed them up as far as they would go. His rants were quickly turned to screams and he tried to wrench his body away from my painful touch. But I only pushed harder, adding a fourth finger and a thumb and curling my hand into a fist within his body. With unusual strength, I twisted and forced my hand further into the boy's depths. His legs trembled and his body wracked but I didn't care, I was enjoying torturing his body. I worked against his muscles to push myself almost elbow deep into him. My arm was getting numb from his unbearable tightness but I didn't care. I twisted my hand slightly within him for additional pain and scratched at his inner walls with my nails.

With my other hand, I grabed a fistful of his curly hair and wrenched it back towards me. The former king's eyes were filled with agony and pain and a wicked smile played on my lips.

"I hope you are enjoying this my king,"
 
I pulled harder at the lashes, this time not to escape but to charge at her and hopefully strangle the life out of her.

"My mother was no whore! She was royalty as am I, and better than you could ever hope to be, a poor slob of a commoner. You will regret those word and join your husband in hell..."

My voice was strained and my wrists and ankles raw and marked from the bindings. I let out a growl of anger as I felt her nails rake down my skin.

"And for that your bastard child will follow you there, be sure of it..."

My screams were cut short as i inhaled quickly feeling her fingers invade me. I groaned in pain trying to clench my teeth. She pressed deeper and harder, her nails cutting into the sides of my canal. I hissed once before giving in to screams of pain as she twisted her fingers in my tight bruised asshole.

My entire body screamed and quaked in pain as her entire hand filled me abusing my allready tortured hole. As if that wasn't enough I felt her rip at my hair, forcing my head close to her own. My face was contorted in pain, hers was contorted with evil.

"Let me go you filthy whore... "

I struggled to at least get my head away, while my muscular passage tightened on her hand hoping to expel it from with in me. I bent at the knees a little hoping to make it hard for her to keep her hand within me.
 
"You don't know me, you don't know my child, and you didn't know my husband. How dare you say anything about them? You were a horrible king, and you're not royalty anymore. You're a slave, a slave free to use by anyone and everyone. I think I'm in a higher place than you?" I laughed cruelly in his face and yanked his hair back so hard he yelped.

I pulled back harder on his hair and pushed my hand further up his ass. This forced his body into a painfully twisted position. His tired hole was already bleeding fairly well, and I wished for it to bleed more, but I couldn't make my hand go faster. I kicked his balls and waited for what other insults he would like to make against my family.
 
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*He would have continued his onslaught however with her hand that far in his bowels and the screams of pain escaping his lips he could do nothing but hollar, as tears began to stream down his face. His entire body felt miserable, the pain from his ass overwhelmed him as he gasped for air and screamed for release*
 
I'm making Destiny post on this one with me :) Since our lovely dom has seemed to dissapear we'll start this on his return to the palace.

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He had watched his ordeal with the woman and was worried his posetion may have bled a little much, so he immediately had the doctors go seize him. He wouldn't have him dying on him.

"Take him, fix him up, Clean the filth off of him and have him in my chambers tonight. With a snap of his fingers he headed to the dining hall,

"I will eat."
 
As he was drug back he was still in tears, he knew the guards holding him were disgusted but he couldn't have cared less at thsi moment. He felt on the verge of death, every part of him ached, primarily his ass and balls which she'd practically flattened. He'd never be able to shit right again... He only half heard what the King said his mind shifting between a concious and unconcious state.

As the woman cleaned and scented his bodies, the doctors paying close attention to his wounds, his breathing slowed and relaxed. The massaging bringing him to a gentle lulling rest. One of the woman slipped around,

'I want him ready.'

The King had been very specific about everything, so she was eager to comply. Her hand slowly ran over the length of his manhood, still in tact and not too sore. She slowly massaged it, feeling the blood rushing towards the member, engorging and stiffening it.

A'haz'ia moaned a bit in pleasure, licking his lips gently he arched and squirmed a little on the table. Her hot lips surrounded his growing cock and he thought for a moment she was showing him some kindness. But quickly the woman released him, and the men carried him, still excited but dissapointed and softening fast. Towards the Kings bedchambers. Dropping the king on his own bed, the woman again surrounded his cock with her pouty lips. Just enough to get him ready as the King entered she made her exit.
 
Walking in simons smile broadened, Ahaz'iah quivered on his bed, but not with fear with pleasure.(He hadn't sensed his presense yet) He gave the girls ass a squeeze as she passed,

"Well done."

His voice was a whisper and he softly approached his prey. A'haz'ia's eyes were closed still so he took advantage of it. Bending down and letting his tounge trail over the length of his erect manhood a soft murmer of pleasure escaping the kings lips. He bent deeper and swallowed the tip of his cock within the hot chasm of his gullet, swallowing the shaft deep.
 
He immediately groaned wiht the wet touch of the womans (he assumes tounge) maybe he would get at least one good blow job before whatever onslaught the king had planned for him.


Rolling his head a little to the right he pushed his cock up a little, thrusting a bit as he felt his cock swallowed by the skilled woman. He didn't even notice that the lips seemed thinner. He groaned deeply wanting to see the woman bobbing up and down. But what met his eyes was not a lucious feminine face, but the pleased expression of a very happy king.

"Oh god!..."

He tried to pull back but the king only bobbed faster, running his tounge over the shaft as he swallowed his meat.
 
Simon cought A'haz'ia's glance and only grinned into the boys meat. Sensing his weak body trying to pull back, he reached out clutching the boys thighs and holding them apart. He increased the ferver of his ministrations, rendering the boy useless to respond to anything but the passions.
 
He immediately squirmed, but as the king continued the stroking, his tounge working over every inch of his youthful cock, A'hazi'ah could do nothing but groan, and grunt against the pleasure reigning over his body.

His fingers clenched on the fabric of the royal bed, his head tossing back as the spasm of pleasure from the king grasping his balls raked over his entire frame. The squeezing causing his cock to jerk and tremble inside of Simons mouth.

With a loud yelp his body gave up and released stream after stream, of thick hot semen down his gullet, the seed burning his throat as it surged down into his belly.

"Oh god help me!"

Was his loud cry as he twisted in the bed. His manhood releasing the last of his burning liquid.
 
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My First Taste

Simon moved one hand to the once-king's small ballsack, his hand moving around to caress and squeeze them, roling them about in my hand. My thumb and forefinger occasionally finding a single nut and squeezing it rather hrad. I love the grunt of pain, mingling with pleasure, it would teach him to take both well, and he would need to. I had no plans of letting up on his body.

Before I knew it, his cock was jumping within my mouth, his balls tensing ready to push out all of his gloriously regal seed. His bloodline is royal, and as his muscular cock exploded I could taste it. A boy fed on only the best, his cum deliciously sweet and exotic as it coated my esohpagas. My first time tasting him, his first time recieving pleasure from me, and oh the gifts he gave back!
 
The thrill of the orgasm over he sunk back into the bedding, ashamed. His entire body was displayed, his knees seperated his manhood now deflated laying exposed. His breathing was slower, more relaxed though his mind was anything but. Tears threatening to fall, however held back for fear of punishment. He hadn't been able to help but enjoy the misitrations of this cruel king, but now he felt dirty, and there was no pleasure to be had.
 
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