Princess whore.

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Princess whore (Open to all)
Princess whore
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Megan Hathaway.
A petite thing with soft green eyes and a reputation for kindness to her people and a mind to match her breathtaking beauty. Her slim form has small but firm breasts that few, male or female do not wish to see more of, her skin silken and easily marked. Her hair is pale, almost white which is much remarked upon.
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A intelligent young princess has her kingdom and innocence taken from her by ruthless barbarian invaders. Drugged to intense arousal she is humiliated and beaten in front of her subjects, slowly broken into a mindless fuckthing. Looking for intense pain, body modification and utter degradation. Feel free to pierce Megan's flesh, change her form to suit Your desires. A reboot of an old game of mine- I have improved with my writing I promise .

Megan's breaths came in ragged gasps. Sprinting up the stairs her entire body screamed out to stop but she couldn't, not with the raiders this close. They had taken the castle so easily and now they would take her if she wasn't careful. Finally reaching her room she grabbed the goblet that she had prepared by the servants in-case the worst came. Inside was a powerful poison that would kill her in an instant. Or so she thought. Instead it had been replaced with a intense aphrodisiac that would have her begging for the most deprived things within minutes. Taking a deep gulp she watched in terror as the first raider came through the door.
 
Thorne six foot three inches of powerful muscle, long black hair, brutal, ruthless, having little mercy for the weak. He existed to make war...slaying the males and enslaving their women. By now he had acquired a large harum of select beautiful captives who were really nothing but sex slaves for him and members of his nation. Blondes were highly prized.

They feel like weak sheep barely offering any resistance. Within a half hour the city was in flames and the people defeated, just as many were before them. Nothing could stop the barbarian advance. Thorne was the leader of the elite warriors of this barbarian horde, a special unit that spread terror and were feared throughout the land. Their reputation was known far and wide, as was the princess Megan Hathoway. She was known for her kindness but most of all for her beauty.

The painted and tattooed warrior smashed the door down to the chambers were Megan had taken refuge. She gulped down the contents of the goblet thinking it was poison, prepared to die instead of suffering at the hands of the cruel invaders. Little did she know that the poison had been replaced by a loyal servant to the barbarians beforehand with a powerful aphrodisiac.

Thorne smirked before grabbing her by her blonde hair and dragging her from the room. As he forced her down the hallway he taunted her by saying " How does it feel princess to be my slave when you once ruled a kingdom. Now you belong to me. "

She whimpered as they passed by the bodies of the fallen imperial guard who had died trying to protect her. Suddenly she was thrust into the sunlight of a courtyard where the barbarians had gathered the spared captives. Thorne ripped the gown from her body before shoving her to her knees before him.

" My name is Thorne. From this moment on, if you are spared, you will serve your new masters just as your precious little princess will serve me. But first I will make an example of her. "
 
The virginal creature shudders as she is forced to her knees by the causal grip as tight as iron, one bear sized hand ripping away her flimsy silken garb revealing silken white undergarments. Those kind soft eyes look up with an undercurrent of hate, determination and undeniable heat. Megan quivers slightly as the strange drugs rushes through her slim form, her small nipples hardening as blood rushes both to her pale face and other, untouched parts of her body.

The creature before her is more monster than man, huge and seemingly made entirely from muscle. His bare chest is covered with battlescars and he moves with the deceptive speed of a true warrior. The brutes voice seems to shake through her whole form, the heat from the drug rising in her petite frame, dwarfed by this brute.

When she speaks her voice is soft, pure but seems to ring through the hall. Even kneeling in the dirt, half naked and shivering with heat she seems every inch a true princess.
"We will never serve you."
 
" We will never serve you. '' the princess says with a mixture of defiance and pride.

Thorne throws back his head and laughs. " Look around you princess and see the utter devastation of your kingdom. An hour ago you were ruler and everyone served you loyally, showing their devotion, obeying your every wish, but now you are kneeling in the dirt before me, almost naked, about to worship your new master ! "

With a cruel sneer he pulls from the ground, and clamps a pair of iron cuffs around her wrists. Next he secures her to a wooden post. The sun only exposes her lovely body through the silky white transparent undergarments, making her seem more helpless.

" Ahhhh yes...what a nice, round firm ass you have, princess ! " Thorne says as his big strong hands squeezes her butte cheek. Next his finger slides across the sheer material that covers the pink, delicate and sensitive flesh between her legs. Already in spite of herself she is excited and wet. The potion is in full effect now. Using his other hand the warrior pinches the nipple of her creamy white breast.

" Go ahead princess, tell your loyal subjects just how wet your royal cunt is. I know that everyone can see your stiff nipples. You have nothing to hide. "

But the humiliation is just beginning. Tonight they will celebrate the victory. The spoils of war will be divided, slaves sold and bid upon auctioned off to the highest bidder.
 
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Megan squirms as she is attached to the post, unaware how appatising her squirming makes her young flesh as she warm sunshine brings a sheen of moisture on her supple skin. The hard, rough hands on her ass, squeezing cause her to moan slightly- she tells herself it is from pain but the truth is far darker than that.

The rough fingers finds a dripping virginal pussy, tight and responsive to its brutish ministrations and a single pinch of her tit causes Megan to moan, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she tries to fight the demonic drug. She gives a curse and spits up at the cruel brute in-front of her.

"Do not touch me Brute! Our allies will be here soon and then you shall pay!"
 
" Spit at me again and I will muzzle you, princess, although that would deny me the pleasure of hearing you beg and plead for mercy. " he sneers.

Megan steers up at him but quickly looks away. Thorne knows that the potion is working and her body is betraying her. A barbarian warrior steps from the crowd and gives Thorne a leather studded collar with a leash attached. Pulling her pretty head back by her hair he attaches it to her neck.

" And as for your allies coming to save you I must inform you that they have been crushed in battle. Those that were not killed at first fled only to be chased down liked sheep and slaughtered. No, you belong to me now little princess, to do whatever I want with. "

The hard smack from his powerful hand took her by surprise, leaving a red mark upon her delicate skin. " I demand total obedience from my captives or else you will be broken and forced to submit. Do you understand slut ? "

By now most of the crowd was calling out encouraging further punishment. Smiling he delivered another slap to her near naked helpless buttocks.
 
The stinging blow to her ass accompanied by the cheering crowd brings a flush of mad humiliation and arousal to the mud splattered princess. The intense gaze of the brutal barbarian is impossible to meet for the now dripping girl and as she looks down, she feels a flush of pleasure- kneeling is right.

The colour is tight and Megan can feel tiny little pinpricks from it, dripping more of the drug into her vulnerable flesh causing her to shift with arousal. The heat from the brutal blow seems to linger, sending waves of painful pleasure through the quivering young woman.

Still she resists though, looking up with hate filled eyes. "I will never obay you".
 
" I will never obey you. " the princess declares. Thorne can see hate in her eyes where moments ago he saw lust. She continues to defy him and resist the potion. Nonplussed the brute slips a finger underneath her sheer undergarment. He laughs with delight at finding her little royal pussy wet and slick to the touch. He slides it up and down barely entering the folds of her cunt in a teasing manner.

" Go ahead princess show you loyal subjects just how excited you are ! " the barbarian lord sneers into her ear after pulling her beautiful face back by using her hair. This also forces her to arch her slender back and push her supple ass cheeks outward.

From experience Thorne knows it won't be long before she will start moving her hips back and forth submissively on his finger. The potion she drank earlier was very powerful and soon she would not be able to resist it.

Yes, he thought, the more she fought him the more pleasure it would be to break her will. The beautiful and noble princess had been entitled and spoiled all of her life, but now she would be taught to serve her new powerful master. This would be the meaning of her existence.
 
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