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The rest of the morning passed in the usual fashion. The King had thoroughly enjoyed inseminating Zahra, she was perhaps only the second or third eastern girl he had in his life. The King returned to his chambers and dressed for the day. After breakfast and a stroll through his garden he arrived at his audience chamber to hear hours of supplicants asking him to favor them in his decision making.
By lunch his mind was wandering and, naturally, it fell to thoughts of Abrielle's tight passage yearning for his seed. While a provincial governor was rambling about digging wells the King called his nearest steward over and whispered into his ear that he wished to see Abrielle while he dined.
Twenty minutes later the King paused his audiences, left the reception chamber, and walked to his private dining room near his study. It was a small square room with a very high ceiling height and enormous windows. In the room was a small square table with four seats, one on each side, made of deep polished elm. Atop the table were three silver platters of foods. Fruits, vegetables, meats, breads, cheeses, and goblets of wine and water.
Standing next to his usual seat was Abrielle. Her hair was tied in two braids down her back and she wore a purple silk dress. A knot was tied on the back of her neck and the dress exposed the entire length of her back. The King circled her, admiring her fertile body, noticing the dress even exposed the top inch of her bare ass crack. All of his slaves were forbidden undergarments at all times.
The dress covered her ample cleavage and had a small slit on both sides to just above her knees. A small triangle was cut out of the front of the dress, exposing a portion of her upper stomach just below her breasts.
"Your Grace," Abrielle curtsied as he entered and observed her, "I was surprised you did not call for me this morning."
The King smiled and sat in his chair. "Much business to attend to this morning," the King said, "A security matter. A foreigner attempted to infiltrate the harem this morning."
"Yes I saw her being taken into the harem halls," Abrielle said, curiously, as she circled around the King's legs and came to kneel in front of him, only a small space between his crotch, her head, and the dining table. She rested her arms on his legs. "She was being prepared I noticed. And she appeared to have been used by the palace guards..."
The King grinned. "No... I had her in the cells. Quite unexpectedly."
Abrielle looked up at him. "You had her?"
"Yes," the King said, a tone of warning in his voice, "...and you will begin..." the King diverted his attention to his lunch as Abrielle unfastened his trousers, pulled out her master's dick, and sank her mouth down on him to the middle of his shaft. The King gave a small moan as he picked up a bushel of grapes and began picking them off to eat.
"I have not washed since this morning," the King noted, "You may taste the prisoner on me still." Without another word the King's left hand dropped to Abrielle's head and pushed her down until his cock was lodged in her throat. Abrielle gagged three times before he let her up for air. She drew in a sharp breath and then complied with the King immediately asserting pressure on her head again, sinking her mouth back down to the base of his shaft.
"Good girl," the King said, moving on to his cheese selection. "You mustn't forget your place, Abrielle. While my affections for you are sincere I am still your master. If I wish to cum in another... I will."
The King took a break from his foods and let his head drop back, eyes closed, as Abrielle serviced him. He loved the way she dragged her lips up and down his cock. After ten minutes of having her clean him off he stood, took one of her hair braids in each hand, and fucked her young face.
Her head was pressed against the side of his table and her eyes fixed straight forward, occasionally watering with his most severe thrusts. When he felt his balls begin to stir with his cum he stopped and lifted Abrielle onto the dining table, facing him.
The King tore her purple dress from the slit above her left knee up to her waist. Abrielle gasped as her bald pussy was exposed for her owner. The King wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in as his member found its target and entered her. Abrielle's legs wrapped around him and she crossed her ankles behind his back, her slave boots entwined with each other.
Abrielle's hands came to rest on the King's broad shoulders as he fucked her for all she was worth on the table. After ten minutes of taking the King's rampage he began sucking firmly on the flesh of her neck. Abrielle giggled as the King gave her a hickey amidst his food.
"You do not question your King, girl," he whispered in her ear, "You must be taught a lesson I think."
"Yes, master." Abrielle said gently, knowing she would have to endure for her insolence in even slightly questioning her sovereign. The King pulled out and flipped her over his table, porno her torso resting across the wood and her ass over the edge in total submission to him. The King pressed forward, back into Abrielle's tight folds, and he admired the firm little ass beneath him waiting for his uses.
The King began roughly thrusting into Abrielle in single strokes, pulling out agonizingly slow to wait a few moments and then slam back into her wet cunt. Each time she was pounded into the table, the goblets spread out for the King shook ominously. On his harshest thrust the water goblet toppled over onto the floor. Abrielle's boot-clad feet squirmed and turned inward beneath the King as her pussy was punished for her behavior.
Abrielle's cheeks were still bright red from her spanking the night before. The King licked his right thumb before letting it descend to Abrielle's puckered asshole; he inserted his entire thick digit into her rectum in one swoop and used the leverage to hold her down on the table as he continued to fuck her from behind.
The King sighed as his member stroked in and out of Abrielle. "I have missed your ass, my pet. Once you are with my child I must have this ass again."
"Yes, master," Abrielle said, gripping onto the table as best she could while attempting to enjoy the feeling of the thick royal cock in her.
The King kicked her feet as far apart as they would go and humped her like a feral dog for another minute before releasing his load into her womb for the second time in a day. Abrielle took his cum as obediently as she could, fearing his reaction to even the slightest assertion from her.
Once the King had used her to his satisfaction his thumb came out of her anus and his right hand landed yet another smack on her rear. The King brought his thumb forward to her mouth and she immediately began sucking on it.
"Clean it," the King said simply. Abrielle was forced to clean the taste of herself off her lord when he was displeased with her, a reminder of her status.
"Go await my next summons," the King said, "And think on how you can please me better. I may call for you tonight, I may take my prisoner again. This will not be questioned, is that clear?"
"Yes, master," Abrielle said with her face inches away from a smoked fish. She stood up, her dress ripped beyond repair, and gave a slight bow to the King as she exited the dining room, his cum dripping from her ravaged, smooth lips.
* * *
Roland sat at his desk in the Palace Guard chambers, reviewing correspondence from several lords and commanders throughout the kingdom. As the grandson and nephew of a King he bore the style 'His Serene Highness The Prince Roland" at court, but while in service of the guard he was known simply as "The Captain." Unusual amongst the King's forces, the Captain of the Royal Palace Guard was in fact a major general, and he was reading recommendations from captains, majors, and brigadiers of men that would make good guardsmen.
He had spent time in his youth in the royal cavalry, in his father's ducal guard, and in tournaments during peacetime. By his 25th birthday he became an aide-de-camp to his royal uncle, then served as the Lieutenant of the King's Artillery before being promoted into the guards. It was a culture unto itself as the guards expected to serve in their positions for life. Some 200 men were under Roland's command. They could not marry or live outside the palace garrison without his dispensation. Roland had delayed his own marriage, feeling it unjust for him to dispense with the restrictions imposed on his men without enduring them for a bit first.
Roland's door squeaked open, he did not look up from his papers. "Not now squire, it is too soon for my lunch."
"We are not your meal, Prince Roland," a woman's voice interjected, "Though you may eat us if you wish."
Roland looked up to find two exquisite ladies standing in his door. One had jet black hair down to her ass and blue eyes, her skin was milk white and her lips ruby red. She was 5'6" and lean with small breasts that fit her slim figure. The other had tanned skin and blonde hair, with hazel eyes, robust cleavage, and simple curves on her hips, she stood a bit shorter at 5'4". Both were clad in bright green silk gowns that draped to the floor, and both promptly removed the gowns from their shoulders and let them fall at their feet.
"We are from His Grace's harem," the blonde said. Roland admired the shorn beauties before him.
"He has sent us to thank you for your service at court," the raven-haired goth added. Both approached him and sank to their knees between his legs.
"I see," Roland said, setting aside one of his letters. "Well please proceed. And take your time, I have no commitments until dinner."
"Yes, your highness!" the blonde said as the black-haired slave unfastened his pants and removed his rapidly growing member. "The King has ordered us to see to your needs until your wedding."
"And after that if you wish!" the black-haired slave teased.
With that the blonde sank her mouth onto Roland's eager prick while the other began stroking the base of his shaft.
"Please let us know how we can be of service," the raven said, staring longingly into Roland's eyes. "We must have our master receive good reports of our efforts!" Both girls giggled, though the blonde giggled with his dick rubbing against her tonsils.
Roland leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and said a small prayer for the benefits of monarchy.
* * *
The King sat in his study combing through tomes of correspondence when his steward entered and heralded the arrival of the Baron of Kingsport. The Baron was a stout man about ten years younger than the King. He had married twice, with his most recent and current bride being some twenty years his junior. At the time something of a scandal. They now had a daughter who had caught his nephew's attention.
In their youth, the Baron had been a squire for the King when he was just the crown prince. Their exploits in the northern rebellion and eastern frontiers had given them much to remember.
"Your Grace!" the Baron said.
"My Lord Kingsport!" the King replied, standing and smiling to shake the Baron's hand. "Please sit."
Thomas and the King both sat, old friends catching up at court.
"How are you, Thomas?" the King asked.
"I am well, sire." Thomas said, "And you? How is the Queen?"
The King nodded. "She is quite well, she spends most of her time at our residence in the Summits."
"Indeed! She is a northerner."
"Indeed," the King said, "My Lord I don't wish to be insensitive but you have had two wives to your name, four children, and no sons."
"Yes, sire" Thomas said, sensitive to the issue, "It is true."
"Well I have a remedy, my Lord," the King said, "Your two eldest daughters are married. One to our cousin the Marquess of the Southern Marches. One to Sir Bryant, our Ambassador to Summitlan and son of my Queen's nephew. Your third daughter, Anne, I have been told has caught my nephew Roland's eye."
Thomas stiffened at this assertion. "Yes, sire," he said, "The Captain is a fine warrior only I -"
"Speak plainly, Thomas, we've known each other long."
"- I wonder if he is a good match," Thomas said, "My Anne is very dear to me. Roland has stories follow him of exploits that worry me. Womanizing. Adultery. Clowning and such."
The King smiled. Still the best damn nephew he had available. "Thomas, Thomas! Were we not this way before our wives tamed us? Roland is as good a match as any and closer to the throne than most, why he is the most eligible bachelor at court!
"Yes, your Grace."
"Yes, your Grace," the King repeated, "Well allow me to assuage your concern. I cannot but create a new peerage for your first daughter, she is married to a Marquess! For your second daughter I propose to elevate Sir Bryant to the peerage as Senechal of the Royal Palace, which will bring them both back to court.
For Anne, I ask that you allow me to transfer the Barony of Kingsport to our nephew Roland. I shall make you the Count of Kingsport with remainder to our nephew. Thus you and your future son-in-law will both be the Lord Kingsport, with you at a higher rank. My nephew will remain here with new title in hand, you may continue to run Kingsport or remain here.
I shall also pay a dowry of 10,000 marks to you, cover the expense of the wedding, and ensure the new couple are properly established here."
Thomas looked stunned. The King was offering to significantly increase the fortunes of his family and alleviate thousands in expenses. He could hardly refuse.
"Your Grace," Thomas said, "Your bounty is overwhelming. Pray may I ask of my fourth daughter..."
"Ah yes," the King said, "And how old is she?"
"Sixteen, your Grace," Thomas said. "Sarah."
"Ah," the King said, "I shall speak to the Queen. Perhaps Sarah could come here as a Lady-in-Waiting to her Grace this summer, or perhaps the next. Else I shall write to my officers and ministers and see if a good match ought to be found in due time."
"Thank you, your Grace!" Thomas said. "I cannot repay you."
"No you cannot, Thomas," the King stood. "If I could, I would invest The Prince Roland with our crown. Alas it must go to my son instead!" The King laughed at his own joke for a moment.
"Well you are an example to us, your Grace," Thomas said, "I hope Prince Roland knows of your generosity!" Thomas stood to shake the King's hand. The King smiled and suppressed another laugh.
"Indeed Prince Roland should be experiencing all our generosity can offer today," the King said. "Well Thomas I leave you. Write for your family to make haste to court. I wish to see Roland married within a fortnight."
"That soon, your Grace?" Thomas asked, "Has Anne consented?"
"No I leave that to you and Roland to manage," the King said, grabbing a few papers to take with him, "I will be going east soon enough. I will need you and your sons-in-law to manage much while I am away..."
"Where do you go, sire?" Thomas asked.
"To war," the King answered, leaving his study with a perplexed Thomas behind him.
* * *
The King looked down at Zahra, her wrists cuffed behind her back, her mouth gagged, and her helpless ass at his disposal. 53 knelt down behind the King, her entire demeanor ready for what was to come; her red hair disheveled from the King having fucked her mouth while Zahra was bent over his bed, waiting for his incursion.
Zahra's nineteen year-old frame lay there ripe for the plucking. There was something sweeter about fucking a prisoner. A slave was one thing, a prisoner was something different entirely. The King would usually use a slave's ass with rose oil as a lubricant, but Zahra was about to take the royal penis in her young rectum with only 53's saliva to aid her. She did not deserve the benefit of his preferred oils.
The King smacked Zahra's ass and she yelped through her gag. He then squatted down to position the tip of his cock at the center of her asshole. The King pressed just the tip of his engorged member into Zahra and watched as her head shot up in panic and she began screaming underneath her gag. Her cuffed wrists began to flail as the King, with reckless abandon, pushed forward slowly and basked in the delight of forcing himself into the tight, little rear of his prisoner. The King pulled out to the tip and then sank his full depth back into Zahra's teenage rectum.
The King moaned as Zahra began tearing up at the anguish of being fucked in the ass by her captor. 53 snuck peeks out of the corner of her eye, remembering that she had momentarily squealed in protest when the King had fucked her ass on his desk only to have him immediately release his orgasm into her most private hole. She did not envy Zahra's fate of taking a deep, prolonged, anal fucking from the King without lube... though she was certain the King would roughly use her ass for years to come. Her entire body was, after all, the King's property.
After the King had escalated his pace into a furious ravishing of Zahra's lean frame, he turned to address 53.
"You may go, girl," the King said, "I thought I might pull out of this one's rear and cum in your mouth, but I am certain now I must finish inside her before turning her over to the barracks for their entertainment."
"Yes, your Grace," 53 said as she stood to leave.
"Actually," the King said as he pulled down his unfastened trousers. "Perhaps you can be of a different use, 53. Use your tongue on my balls and ass while I cum in this one."
"Oh," 53 said, pivoting back toward the King, "Yes, your Grace." 53 returned to kneel behind the King, closer this time, and slowly positioned her face beneath his hairy undercarriage. 53 immediately began licking her sovereign from his own, ancient asshole to his ballsack and back again. As his thrusts came backward in motion his ass cheeks would rub over 53's forehead, disheveling her red hair in the process. It was her first time pleasuring the King's scrotum and asshole with her mouth; the other slaves assured her she would acquire the taste for it.
After several minutes of pummeling his prisoner's unobliging, teen ass, and with 53 working his remaining erogenous zones with her tongue, the King began spanking Zahra's cheeks. Once they had turned red and she had surrendered to her punishment, the King felt his orgasm build in his eager balls.
"Lick just my balls now, slave," the King commanded. 53 obeyed and felt them tense and pulse, shooting stream after stream of the royal cum into Zahra's 19-year-old ass. The King groaned as he conquered his prisoner once more. Once he had come back to his senses he reached behind him to position 53's head, and more importantly her tongue, at his asshole. The King took a few more seconds to milk his cock using Zahra's rectum while 53 ate his ass.
"Amazing," the King said, removing himself from Zahra's butt. "Slave, clean off the royal cock. I cannot trust this one's mouth not to bite..."
The King turned around and pressed his shrinking member into 53's unexpecting mouth. She knelt submissively and sucked the royal penis, cleaning it off from the byproducts of the King having anally forced himself on Zahra. 53 suppressed a shudder from the repulsive tastes she was forced to experience.
Her master's hand found her head and squeezed tightly, forcing himself down her throat several times. To her surprise, the King's member began to stiffen again just slightly and he kept her sucking his cock well past the point of having cleaned his member. Zahra remained bound, motionless, and bent over the King's bed while 53 began blowing the King in earnest, once the tastes had disappeared and with his shaft growing again in her mouth, she found herself reinvigorated to orally pleasure her owner.
"Mmmmm," the King moaned as 53 took his whole length down her throat and briefly choked on him with her nose buried in his pubic hair. "Do you want our next load in your mouth or in your ass, pet?"