For the Kingdom (closed)

By the time Damien came, Elwyn's body was screaming with a mixture of pleasure and pain. The vines had sent an unexpected release through her, shattering her world as every part of her body betrayed her. It was not long after that that Damien's grunting became more guttural and his body seized. She felt his cock pulsing deep within her and she cried out in dismay, realising that this was the moment that all the women at court have spoken of.

"No, no, no!" Elwyn sobbed, struggling against her restraints and trying to pull her hips away from his erratically throbbing cock.
 
Having finished cumming, Damien pondered what he wanted to do with his slut. He had a room in the castle for, but with her magical powers, he was afraid she would try to do something if he left her alone. There were the whore cages he had, but for some reason, he felt she deserved better than that, which caused him to pause? Why did he care about this slut?

What he ended up doing is pulling a couple of the cushions out of the whore mattresses and placed them under where the slut was suspended in air. He then had the vines wrap around her hands so she couldn't shoot fire at him in his sleep. Finally he lowered, still entangled in vines onto the cushions.

"Since you seem to break my locks on your mind without me focusing, and you don't show a willingness to submit, you will be sleeping in your vine prison tonight. You will also be staying in your vine prison until show me I can trust you to submit, either leaving yourself locked under my mind control, or willingly submitting."

Damien then sat down in one of his chairs, exhausted from how the last few minutes had transpired. He wasn't ready for bed, and he thought about fucking her again when his cock was ready, but needed to rest first.
 
Elwyn was too beaten down to care about what Damien was doing as his seed leaked from her battered womanhood. She felt him suspend the cushions beneath her, even as his vines wrapped around her and held her in place. She almost laughed at that, that he pretended to even care about her comfort. She turned away from him, looking at the wall on the other side of the room and closed her eyes.

Silent sobs were Elwyn's lullaby that night, pushing her into a sleep borne from utter emotional strain and physical exhaustion.
 
Damien slowly descended the slut onto the floor, wrapped in the vines, onto the cushions. He wanted to sit there and work himself up for another round of fucking, but he was slipping into sleep in his chair, even with the slut's crying sounds.

He retired to his bed and closed the curtains surrounding it, falling deep into slumber.
 
Elwyn did not manage to get much sleep. Between her troubled mind and the restriction of the vines she found it uncomfortable. When she was woken, it took her several moments to realise where she was, what she had just gone through. Horror and shame filled her, turning her cheeks red and her eyes downcast.
 
Damien slept like a baby, although as he was sleeping, he would hear echoes of the slut's thoughts and dreams in his head.

When he woke, he started to think about the future. Fucking this slut and breeding her would be the easy part, but he didn't want to have to make it so difficult every time.

Getting out of bed, still naked, he magically levitated the slut to turn her to face him as he sat in his recliner, and said, "Well, I know last night was fun for me and not for you. I could just as easily continue to fight and break your will into being my breeding slut, but I don't want to have to fight you every time for pleasure. So will you cooperate with me? Or are you just going to continue to rebel?"
 
The mattress began to move and Elwyn's entire body tensed, she was raised and turned to face Damien as he reclined in his lounge, as naked as he was the day before. She listened to his words, even though his voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Why would I cooperate?" She spat, voice hoarse and throat aching. "You have given me no reason to. Shown me no quarter, no kindness, no measure of what a husband would show to a wife."
 
Miles looked puzzled hearing what the slut said, "What in the world are you talking about? What makes you have the place to expect such things. You're a slut. The very fact that you have a pussy means you have no rights whatsoever. You're only good for fucking and making babies."
 
"And the very fact that you think that half of your population is useless and deserves no rights is why your horrid country will never survive!" Elwyn burst out, unable to stop the words from exploding from her mouth. She instantly regretted it though, wishing that she had more restraint. She truly wished it, but he had made her so angry! "Women can and do much more than fuck and make babies!" She added for good measure. She had already condemned herself, nothing she could say would make it any worse. Surely.
 
Damien sat there and heard what the slut said. He could tell she was terrified, but she made him think. He had only known of life in Dagrius, and what he had learned here from his father and the people. He had always been told that women were good for nothing sluts, but they never said why, and this slut questioning made him question.

He was conflicted. On the one hand, he wanted to discuss this further, but on the other hand, this slut dared to raise her voice at the king. The was cause enough for punishment.

But before Damien could say anything, the door opened, and a young servant slut came through the door. She was naked, and just showing to be pregnant. Her long red hair came down to her ass and some of it was trying its best to cover her large, swelling tits.

She approached the king without shame with a tray of food, saying "Your majesty, here is your morning breakfast."

Damien's cock was hardening at the sight of this pregnant slut, but he controlled himself. "Thank you, slut." Looking over the tray, he saw the additional plate of food for his new slut, who couldn't feed herself. He turned to the pregnant slut, and said, "Slut, do you have any other duties?"

The pregnant slut had been staring at Damien's hard cock, wanting to be fucked by it, but controlled herself when she heard the question. "No, your majesty. My only duties this morning were for food delivery, and you were my last stop, with the additional plate that needed to be made for your new breeding slut. I'm suppose to go back to the guard barracks as I am one of their fuck toys." The pregnant slut then took her long hair, and uncovered her front, clearly presenting herself to be fucked by Damien. "But I am always open to serving the king in any capacity he needs."

Under normal circumstances, Damien wouldn't have even asked, and would have expected the slut to get on the bed after delivering the food and waited for the king to finish breakfast, as part of the duty of bringing the king his breakfast was taking care of his morning wood, but everyone assumed he would use his breeding slut for that.

But that was not what Damien was thinking. "Excellent, as you can see, my new breeding slut is being rebellious and I have to restrain her. Take the slut's food and feed her for me."

The pregnant slut looked disappointed, thinking Damien was about to fuck her, but she did the proper thing, and said, "Yes, your majesty."

As Damien took the tray and began to head for the table in his bedchamber, he turned to the breeding slut and said, "While one your kind is here, you should take the opportunity to ask her what life is like for your kind."
 
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Elwyn watched as the pretty young servant entered and was given directions by Damien. When the girl turned Elwyn's eyes widened, taking in her firm, full breasts and the budding bump in her abdomen. The girl didn't look too pleased to be feeding her, but did it anyway. Elwyn wanted to ignore her, to ignore Damien's command, but her shame at having to be fed was so great that she decided to, just to take her mind off it.

"Should you not be reprieved of your... slut duties now you are with child?" Elwyn asked, shuddering at having to use that horrible word.

"Why would I be?" The servant asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Well, in Elion women are given light duties to protect the health of her and her unborn child. I doubt the guards would be- kind- to you, even in your condition," Elwyn said with a shudder. She had no doubt that the guards would be rough bastards, if their lord was the one setting the standards around her.

The girl merely shrugged.

Elwyn decided to change tactics.

"And you are happy doing what you are doing?" Elwyn asked between mouthfuls.

"Of course," Came the girl's automatic reply, her eyes flicking to her king.

"And you've never dreamed of being anything else? Or being treated with a scrap of dignity?" Elywn added. This time the girl hesitated. It was only a fraction of a second, but Elwyn felt it.

"Of course not Milady," The servant said with a shake of her head, breasts jiggling as she did it. "I am lucky to be here, serving in the castle. Other places are not so forgiving."
 
Damien say there and listened to the conversation as he ate his breakfast, his backed turned as to not pay attention. He thought the conversation would be instructive for his new breeding slut.
 
"You are happy to be here..." Elwyn confirmed. She shook her head. "Well if this is the best place for a woman then this country is worse than I thought."

Elwyn refused the next spoonful of food and glared at the King's back.

"They say the best measure of a civilization is in how it treats it's weakest members. I must say I was right in my initial thought that you and your people were uncivilized."

She knew that she was pushing the boundaries, but she didn't care. She only had her freedom when he granted it to her, so she was determined to use it while she could.
 
Damien laughed when he heard what the breeding slut had to say. He turned his chair around to face the two sluts?

"This is too rich. You act like Elion is this utopian place, and condemn us for not treating everyone the way you expect us to."

Before the breeding slut could say anything, he magically manipulated a vine to wrap around her mouth so she couldn't, while leaving her nose clear so she can breathe.

"You think Elion is such a wonderful place, but it's just as self serving as you think we are. Ten years ago, during the great famine, of all the people that came to Dagrius in search of food, most of them came from the outer districts of Elion because your wonderful leader rationed all the food to the city. Your wonderful leader treats the outer districts so poorly, that when my father began his war with Elion, all of those districts sided with us because we gave them food."

Damien then pointed to the pregnant slut, and said, "And I'm sure you think this slut here is a captive or brainwashed, but why don't you tell your new friend how you ended up here."

The pregnant slut put the plate of food on the ground and got somber. "I use to be a handmaiden to one of the district govenor's. He always had an eye for me, I like to think it was because I was pretty, but I think it was because he was forced into an arranged marriage with this bitch. Anyway, when I came of age, he started to come on to me, even though he was married. And, I don't know, I guess since I never knew my daddy, and he treated me so nice it just... happened..."

"But it all changed when I got pregnant. He tried everything to make it look like he wasn't the father, but none of the other servants would give me the time of day. So... soo... sooooooooo..." She stopped for a minute because she was crying. "He started hitting me... slapping me... telling me how I ruined his life... and he... he..."

She started sobbing uncontrollably that Damien had to finish, "The pig punched her in her stomach which killed the infant in her womb. He then ran her out. One of the smugglers found her on the side of the road and brought her here."

As the pregnant slut was starting to calm down, Damien got up and brought her to her feet. He then led her to the bed. Instinctively, the pregnant slut bent down on the bed, presenting her pregnant pussy.

Damien was about to finish the story, but the pregnant slut turned her head to the breeding slut. "I like it hear because the men pay attention to me, and I'm glad to be their fuck toy in exchange for food and shelter. Would I love to be back in Elion, yes, but if both Elion and Dagrius treat me like a whore." The pregnant slut wiggled her ass at Damien, teasing him to fuck her, "As least Dagrius is not judgmental of being one."

Damien turned to mount the pregnant slut, but before he did, he turned his head back to the breeding slut, "Besides, I initially didn't want you here, but your wonderful king was doing everything to get you off his hands. I only agreed to taking you in because they said they had no use for you."

Damien then turned his attention to the pregnant slut and shoved his cock into her pussy, the pregnant slut letting out a load moan upon invasion.
 
Elwyn's stomach burned with anger. She had never said that Elion was perfect, but she certainly knew it was better than this place. The King talked of the bastard that had killed the servant's unborn child. He was a monster, that was for sure, but Elywn had no doubt that there were people just as abusive in this horrid place. Why, just last night the King himself had used his powers to tear down her resistance and rape her. Where did this beast draw the line? Where did the King start to think his actions were better than another's?

Elwyn's eyes widened as the pregnant slave presented herself on the bed, her mouth popped open upon noticing that Damien was already hard, throbbing and ready for it. She had to turn away when he slid into the servant, Elwyn's cheeks blushing red when she hard the woman moaning wantonly.
 
Damien was enjoying this fuck so much more because the pregnant slut was submitting to him willingly. He didn't have to work to make the pregnant be moaning out, "Fuck me, your majesty! Fuck my pussy with your royal cock."

The pregnant slut was in heaven right now, having the King's cock in her. She was quite the chatterbox when being fucked, which didn't happen much with the guards because they usually gangbanged her and her mouth was usually full of another cock.

She cried out, "Oh god, I've missed your cock, your majesty. I've missed our mornings where you fuck me when I bring you breakfast. I know you have a breeding slut now, but I don't get to have your cock anymore, it's not fair!"

Damien looked back and saw the breeding slut wasn't watching. He picked the pregnant slut up and brought her over in front of the breeding slut, putting the pregnant slut on her back on the floor. He then continued to pound away at the pregnant pussy.
 
Elywn gritted her teeth whens he noticed Damien move his rutting to where she couldn't help but see it. She caught sight of them then; the king and the slave tangled in their primal urges. The servant was mesmerised as he pounded into her, and the king worked away at her, not quite so rough as he had been with Elwyn. The girl was willing, she could see, but she was surprised that it seemed to make a difference to the king.

Elwyn closed her eyes, but the sounds she couldn't block out. She could feel the fire of her anger rising up in her, the flames of her magic licking at her skin, begging to be released.
 
Damien kept at fucking the pregnant slut, but his focus was on the breeding slut. He put subtle hints into her head of "Don't you want this?" "This could be you" "Submit and reap the benefits."

Unknowingly, the pregnant slut played into it at the right time. "Oh, keep fucking me, your majesty! You're gonna make me cum! Fuck me, your majesty! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!" The pregnant slut started tensing up and convulsing as her orgasm washed over her.

Damien was still focused on the breeding slut's mind, trying to unlock the submissive thoughts in her.
 
The way that servant submitted... Elwyn was flabbergasted by it. Though the sounds of her moans and groans of desperation. The sounds called to a part deep within Elqyn, her lower regions throbbing in response to them.

Her eyes fluttered open for but a moment, seeing the could rutting on the floor near her, the pregnant slave crying out as her peak crashed down upon her. Elywn looked to Damien then, a mix of horror, arousal and rebellion flashing in her eyes.
 
As the fucking continued, Damien continued to plant the subliminal messages in the breeding slut's mind. In terms of the fucking, he was on autopilot, just pounding away at the pregnant as she rolled from one orgasm after another, her moans and screams filling the room.

As Damien felt his cock twitch, he pulled out so he could flip the pregnant slut over so she was on her hands and knees and staring right at the breeding slut. Although the pregnant slut couldn't see much because her eyes were rolling into the back of her head with how intense the fucking became, Damien slamming into her full force to make himself cum.

The pregnant slut felt Damien's cock throbbing and screamed out, "Oh, your majesty!!! Please cum in me!!! Cum in my whore pussy!!! Fill your royal cum in my whore pussy!!! Oh, your majesty!!! Your-yo-yo MaaaaaajjjeeeeeeesssssssTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"

The pregnant slut when into an earth shattering orgasm, so powerful that she was squirting all over Damien's. Her pussy got so hot and tight that Damien couldn't hold off and let out a lion-like roar, before cumming in the pregnant slut. As the pregnant slut felt rope after rope of Damien's regal cum splash inside her already pregnant pussy, her orgasm went to another level, as she arched her back and let out a piercing high pitch scream.

Upon the joint climax finishing, the pregnant slut collapsed on the floor, so exhausted that she just laid there, Damien's cock still inside her. She would occasionally shudder as another mini orgasm would hit her, all she could do was lay there and pant.

Leaving himself inserted, Damien picked up the pregnant slut and placed her on the bed, arranged so that when he pulled out, the breeding slut would see the river of cum pouring out of the pregnant slut. Damien then went to her head, grabbed her hair, and shoved his softening cock in her mouth. The pregnant slut was too tired to clean him properly, but she had the wherewithal to close her lips so Damien could use her mouth to clean his cock.

Damien then sat back down in his chair facing the breeding slut and looked at the pregnant slut with pride.
 
The whole tableaux was dramatically over the top, but strangely arousing to Elywn. She didn't know if it the arousal was due to her own feelings or because of Damien's powers, but by the time he collapsed into his chair and eyed her with heavily lidded satisfaction her cheeks were thoroughly flushed. She struggled to push the arousal from her mind and body as she looked up at him, her body aching from the restraint and inactivity.

"And what message am I to take from that, your highness?" She asked, voice dripping with poisoned honey. Her eyes flicked to the pregnant girl as she panted on the bed. She saw thick, pearly seed leaking from her swollen womanhood, and Elwyn's own traitorous body twitched in response.
 
Damien continued to sit there in silence, hearing what the breeding slut said. He waited until the after effects of the orgasm wore off.

As he was about to speak, the pregnant slut got up and groggily picked up the leftovers from breakfast and carried them out on the tray she brought them in.

After the pregnant slut left, Damien turned to the breeding slut and said, "The message, if that's what you want to call it, is that the sluts here, when they willingly submit, find an immense amount of pleasure and purpose. If you want your life here to be enjoyable, submitting would be very beneficial for you."
 
Well, Elwyn couldn't deny that the girl got pleasure out of that. She made it clear. Very, very clear.

"So what, I submit, you fuck me, and that is it? That is all I am to do?" She said with a frown. "While I am sure you think that is a meaningful life for a woman, I have always had other ideas."

Elwyn's face twisted in discomfort as her limbs began to tingle painfully.

"And I suppose you intend to keep me tied up here for the rest of my life?"
 
"Well, logically, if you willingly submit, then I don't have to keep you restrained. I'm only doing this to you because you tried to set me on fire with your magical powers. And that plant was magically enhanced to resist magic."

"As for your duties, how is that any different from Elion. The only difference is Elion is ashamed of sexuality, so you hide it from each other. But all sluts do there is fuck and talk endlessly with other sluts. That's what happens here, only our sluts are naked and unashamed they are used for sex."
 
"Seriously?" Elwyn asked, looking at the Prince with fire in her eyes. "The only reason I tried to burn you is because you were going to rape me. You did rape me. Does a woman's consent not matter here?" She spat.

Elwyn took a deep breath.

"And women have much more purpose in Elion than you realise. Yes, we are still expected to satisfy our husbands and bear children, but we also have a hand in politics, train in magic, work a trade, find leisure. Our only purpose is not to serve and be fucked. I will not submit."
 
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