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The King

The young King proceeded down the stairway into his dungeon. One of the Princess Bitches were down there. He had them seperated so that they couldn't find strength in each other.

As he came into view he smiled aT her. "well hello Catalina. I hope you are enjoying my....hospitality."

He walked around her in a slow circle, coping a feel in various places.

When he got to her front again he spoke. "You are a beautiful girl my dear. If you swear obedience to me, and agree to join my harem, I will release you. Think carefully, it will never be easier than now."
 
The King

"In truth, I was hoping you'd say that. Or some form of 'no' at least." He smiled cruelly. "It makes breaking you so much fun."

He took his belt knife and cut her shift open, and removed it. Putting the knife away he grabbed her breasts roughly and started to fondle them. Delighting in the pained visage of her face, and the feel of sweaty titflesh in his hands.
 
The King

He pinches her nipples and muses aloud to himself. "I wonder what your tits would look like pierced. With big Iron rings through them."

He removed her gag. "Now no screaming unless you want the gag back, AND a beating. Now, what do you think of piercing these magnificent tits of yours?"
 
The King

He laughed loudly, she was trying to cow him by calling him Master. Trying to avoid her fate.

"Yes, they would be very inappropriate, that is why I thought of them. I could choose silver or gold, or even steel, but those are reserved for those that choose my service willingly. Or to fully trained slaves. You are neither, unless I misunderstood your answer to my question?"
 
The King

"No, I can't do that. That would completely ruin the effort it too to capture you." He shook his head and carressed her breast gently this time. "No, I WILL own you, eventually. You will BEG to be my sex slave."
 
The King

"We shall see. As it turns out, I really have no interest in your sister. I may set her free, or I may kill her. I haven't decided her fate yet." What he didn't say was that those two were not the only options.

"Keep that in mind Catalina. Because your choices will most likely sway me to one outcome or another."

With that he turned and left, leaving her to think on her situation.
 
Yuri

Yuri has timed his entrance into this dungeon cell perfectly. Princess Mariana had been seized and led struggling and trying to resist to the thick iron chain that hung from the dim ceiling of her cell. Bloog's assistants, dressed in their dark hoods, had locked the leather cuffs around her wrists despite her struggles, and attached them to ropes that led to the chain, and by pulling these had forced the girl's arms over her head, almost hauling her feet off the stone floor.
She stood now with tears of anger and fear rolling down her cheeks. Though still in a princess' finery, her clothes were torn and ripped, and the leather collar of slavery was locked securely around her neck.
Now Bloog strutted in front of her, a look of anticipation on his cruel face as he swished the cat o'nine tails through the air, making it hiss. He lashed out suddenly, whipping it againstthe stone wall and making the poor princess sob in sudden fright.
Hiding in the shadows Yuri admired her as she dangled from the chain. The position of her arms forced her ample breasts together until they threatened to spill over the bodice of her gown. Her fingers twisted futilely in the leather cuffs.
Yuri nodded subtly to Bloog, the jailer, who tested the whip once more, then shuffled around behind Mariana.
Taking her gown behind her neck, Bloog pulled it down violently, making Mariana cry out in alarm and splitting the garment down her back. He pulled the two pieces away and then took hold of her chemise, and with one pull sundered that garment as well, exposing the smooth flesh of her back to the torchlight.
Yuri could not see her breasts, as she faced away from him, but he could see the sudden excitement in the eyes of Bloog's men as they saw her breasts exposed, and he knew they must truly be treasures.
"Stop! Stop!" Yuri cried, striding from the shadows as if he'd just arrived in the cell. "You shall not whip this woman. She is a Princess of de Jura, which is now part of our empire. She deserves our respect. You," he said to a jailer, "Bring the Princess a robe! And you two, take her down immediately!"
Bloog, who was familiar with Yuri's strategems, smiled to himself as his men lowered Princess Mariana back down and unfastened her from the chain. The first jailer entered with the robe Yuri had placed there earlier, of green velvet, and cast it over Mariana's naked shoulders.
Yuri went to her and put his arms around her.
"Oh Thank you sir! Thank you! Then it is true that there is some compassion in the blood of the de Stanislawas! Bless you, sir!"
"There, Princess Mariana, it seems I have come just in time. You must come with me. I am Count Yuri de Stanislawas, the uncle to the king and his adviser. I do not like torture, not as long as other alternatives exist. It does destroy a woman's beauty so."
He led her to the door of the cell and out into the dim halls, a maze of passages and stairways and barred doors.
"Come Princess, you shall dine with me. But first you must have a bath and some new clothes. These do no justice to your beauty."
"Thank you. Count Yuri." she said "You are most kind, the first civilized man I have met since my capture..." here she broke down and began to sob and Yuri comforted her, his arm around her shoulders.
"There, my dear. You are safe with me. I know it must have been terrible for you, but such are the fortunes of war. But stay only with me. There are those here who would still have you whipped like a dog and given to the guards for their pleasure. But I have a more sensible plan, Princess. One that will profit us both most handsomely! I am sure it is prefferable to the whip and the rack." They turned a corner in the passage and he asked her, "Tell me my dear, is it true you are still a virgin?"
 
The King

Before long after leaving the captive Catalina he was delivered a message describing his Uncles activities with the other captive. After ready about what was said and done, he came to two possible conclusions. One, that his Unlce was merely trying to break her in his own way, or two, that he was plotting against him for the throne. Either way, he would be prepared.

Catalina was left in darkness for the rest of the night, and fed once in the morning. A bland, boring bowl of gruel. He had not only desided on piercing her magnificent tits, was also considering tattooing her as well. But that would come later. He looked at the various nipple rings he could choose and decided to go slightly smaller and thinner than he had once imagined, since they would be quite heavy. Of course this was because he didn't want to see her with saggy tits, and not for any concern for her.

After he had eaten he again went down to the dungeon. Lighting the area he lookd at her wordlessly, trying to see if her captivity and the circumstances beyond that were showing their wear upon her.
 
The King

"Yes, I'm sure you do. But we've already discussed that, and it simply isn't an option. Now, this is your third and final time to submit willingly. I won't ask again. And the real fun starts afterwards, if you refuse."

He smiled.

"But if you AGREE, you'll be taken upstairs, and bathed in warm scented water. Your skin will be treated with oils, and you will dress in the finest silks. Now, what do you say?"

He secretly hoped she would still be defiant.
 
The King

He still didn't fully trust her, but he would go about his plan for now.

"Guards, release her and follow me. She is not to be harmed, but restrain her if she struggles."

He waited for the two men to unbind her and lift her up. Then he turned and started up the stairs. He made his way through the castle, towards the harem.
 
The King

They arrived at a large room, the outerchambers of the harem. Inside were about 10 other women, each naked, or close to it. All exceptionally beautiful, only 3 showed signs of being slaves, though in reality, they all were. He bid them over and explained the situation.

"This is my newest acquisistion, Catalina." He diliberately neglected telling them she was a princess. "She has agreed to join you women here, so I want you to mkae her feel welcome. Bathe her, feed her and clothe her."

The two men released Catalina into the women's care and they left. The King left as well but he didn't go far.
 
The King

They all looked at each otehr and grinned. One of them walked over to her and slapped her across teh face. "You hear what His Majesty said. And we intend to follows his orders. and unless you want to go back to where you came from, you'll obey too."
 
The King

The woman held her wrist carefully. "And do you think he won't do anything to US for failing him? We..."

She was interupted as teh King burst in again. "That's enough, I saw it all and you are not to blame. this willful Slut on the other hand, IS" He grabbed Catalina and pulled her up roughly, grabbing her by the neck with his other hand. "It seem you still need time in the dungeon. And that piercing afterall. Yes?"
 
The King

"You still don't understand, do you. Your desires are irrelevant. Maybe sometime in the future I will take them into consideration, but until then, what I say, GOES!"

((Unless that is your own personal feelings, if you don't want any ff stuff, just let me know.))

He drags her back to the dungeon and chains her to a table. laying on her back and spread eagle, with no range of motion in her arms or legs.
 
The King

"You just don't get it do you. You do not YELL at your master. You do not insult your master. You still need some time down here."

He squeezed one of her tits roughly
 
The King

"Oh don't worry, you will learn to love the life you lead. I promise you." He walked over the a nearby tabe and moved it close to the table she was tied to. On it was all teh equipment he would need to pierce her.

"You will get your room, and the ability to bathe, and anything else you ask for, but at my discretion. You will use your sexual charms and any other information you may have in the pretty slut head of yours for my benefit, but not as a reward for my actions, but because I demand it. Is that understood?"
 
The King

He reaches into a bucket of ice and rubs a cube over her nipple, the cold helps to force it erect, and to dull the pain some. He leans over to whisper in her ear. "Now if you had simply behaved, this wouldn't be happening."

Then he picked up a needle, and pierced the slightly frozen nipple with it. removing it, he quickly replaced it with one of the silver rings (Since she had chosen servitude, and not fought). He moved to the other side.

"You will be given a room, with a bed. You will bathe twice a week, no matter how much I use you. I want you to know how far you have fallen. And to be reminded of it repeatedly."

He iced her otehr nipple and slid the needle through it again. Threading the other ring in as well.

"There, now isn't that lovely."
 
The King

He had noticed, and teh rings in her nipples just seemed fitting.

"Oh? And what would that be?" He was suspicious, and he was nowhere near trusting her, not yet anyway.
 
The King

"Ahhh, Acting. I would assume you are thinking of posing as my bride, which will break the spirit of your people, or calm then, whatever, sufficiently inflating my power enough to make the other's think twice?"

He toyed with her new piercings idly as he spoke.
 
The King

"Or I keep you as my slave, dress you up pretty for an announcement, announce that the war is over because you have proclaimed me your master, willingly, or I torture your sister."

He pulled on one of the rings.
 
The King

Hmmmm, Interesting. "Your reactions yesterday do not mesh with today. But no matter. I ask you this, does it matter if the otehr kingdoms know you are my sex slave and a slut? You are, or will be before I'm through with you. And you know it."

He massaged her breasts roughly and pulled on the rings again.

"I bet you even like that."
 
The King

He slapped hr quickly across the face. "A simple 'no Master' would have sufficed."

He thought for a minute.

"It would seem 'marriage' is teh best route. But it will only be for show, and only rarely. You will not live like a noble, but like a slave."
 
The King

He laughed harshly.

"The slap was merely to get your attention. If I had intended to hurt you, I would have."

Done with the dungeon for now, he unchains her from the table, but quickly secures her hands behind her back, and her ankles together so she could only take little steps. Hauling her to her feet he made her walk with him, keeping a very quick pace.
 
The King

He brought her to his chambers. throwing her on the bed, he removed his clothes.

"Now, I'm going to take your sweet pussy, and whether you are ready or not!"

Manhandling her roughly into a doggy position, he unchains her feet and spreads them rechaining them to the bed posts. Not even bothering to check if she was moist of not he forces himself between her lips and thrusts in fully. breaking her hymen in the process.
 
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