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[dr_mabeuse]

Yuri

Yuri stops outside ethe chamber. Princess catalina's horrible screams and shreiks of pain cut through him like a blade.
"Idiot!" he thinks to himself. "He will be the destruction of himself and our whole dynasty with his sickness for pain and degradation! What he knows about women must occupy his mind as a pea fills an empty wine barrel."

Catalina screamed again, her cry ending in pitiful muffled sobs, as if the King had stuffed his burly fist in her mouth. Yuri resisted the urge to cover his ears lest the guards still loyal to the thuggish King saw his dismay. Guards stood by the chamber now, leering with their idiot mouths at the Princess painful humiliation.

"The boy has the subtlety of a hog in a trough of swill." Yuri thought to himself. "He is not fit to rule and never has been. It is I and who kept the Kingdom together, who collected the taxes, raised the army, who designed the system of alliances and treaties that has allowed us to get what we have today. And now I am forced to stand by and watch him throw it all away."

Yuri looked down at the roles of proclamations he had brought for the King's signature. Well, he would just have to forge the King's mark to them as he had to all the other. The Kind was apparently involved in his torture again. He couldn't be disturbed. Not while there were innocents to be flayed alive or virgins deflowered.
He needed fresh air. Even up here the palace stunk like from the overcrowded dungeons.

He walked out on the battlements, breathing in the fresh air in deep lungfuls, trying to rid himself of the stink of the iunconscionsle, senseless cruelty inside the palace.

Oh, a little torture had its place, of course. After all, a man is a man and likes to show his strength, and Yuri hadn't yet met the maiden, serf or princess, who didn't respond a little more ardently after the whip, the nipple clamp, or a night in the dungeon. It added spice to the relationship and brought out the passion is the most frigid girl. But this kind of thing was beyond the King's understanding. Where a pin was needed, he used a spike.

It would have been so easy. All he had to do was show the Princess the least bit of respect, the least glimmer of humanity, and, in the desperate position she was in, she would have had to marry him. That would have put the Kingdom of de Jura in their pocket, legally as well as in the hearts of the people, freed up the troops to bolster their armies on the frontiers and opened up a new source of recruitment.

But now that was past doing. Word of the beloved princess' vile treatment had already spread through the populace,of da Jura and kindled an unquenchable rage in the population. Factions were forming even now, and bands of da Juran rebels roamed the hills. Two of the King's food tasters had been poisoned by the very food intended for the King's mouth, and now only captured De Jurans cxould be used for this task.

While the King played with his hot pincers and piercing needles, the rebels were threatening the very palace.

It was obvious to Yuri that the Princess could have been easily satisfied. She wanted nothing to do with a woman's touch, so what was to be gained by forcing her into a lesbian relationship merely for the young King's amusement? She had even offered herself to the King, making the ultimate sacrifice, but he had wanted to make her suffer more. he was a m,an who felt nothing but the joy of hurting people. He made Yuri sick.

But there was perhaps a chance. Yuri didn't worry for himself. He knew Mariana would speak for him should the rebellion get this far, and he intended to be far from here before that should occur. Anyhow, the Barons were on his side. They were not happy about given their daughters for the King's enjoyment either.

For now, Yuri had two concerns: to preserve the life and sanity of Princess Catalina before the King drove her mad or killed her outright, and to see what her reaction would be to the secret rebel message he knew was being smuggled to her even now by her sympathizers in the palace. The King might have agents, but they were all like him, cruel, vain, without sophistication. Yuri had agents too, and they didn't make enemies of whomever they dealt with.

He stepped back into the palace.

Yes, there were limits. Even a master's slaves must love and respect their master, or the house falls apart. They just will not serve.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He continues for a little longer and then stops. Pullinghimself out of her slowly.

"As I said, if I wanted to cause you pain, I would."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"Not so sure of yourself now, are you. Not so arrogant and conceited. Next time I want to fuck you, I will. SO don't think this is an isolated incident. So either be fucked dry, or start liking it."

He reached onto the nightstand and attached a collar and leash to around her neck. He unbound her legs and used the leash to drag her off the bed.

"Now get up, I'll take you to your new home. and you can bathe."

He left his chambers, leading her along behind him. Down the hall he came to a small room outside the harem, though you could see into it from inside. He attached the leash to a ring in the wall, up and out of her reach. There was enough length that she could go anywhere in the room, but only to the dorway if she tried to leave.

"This is your home from now on. Your needs WILL be taken care of, but you will serve me as well."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

In the morning, there would be a tray of food. Not the gruel she was offered last time, and not what she would have eaten as a princess, but somewhere in the middle. He didn't lie when he said her needs would be taken care of, and he intended to reward her for good behaviour, either with more furniture, better meals, better treatment or an entirely different room.

After he left he went about his duties as King. His Unlce was a fool and was fed the menial duties, with enough fanfare to make him feel useful. He discouraged the old man from interupting him while he was playing with a slave or concubine, but his staff knew to interupt if it was something he should take care of.

His uncle had aspirations to the throne, and one of these days, he might actually try something. The other princess gave him what he probably thought was an ace in the hold. Something to spring on his nephew when he "least suspected". If Catalina proved sincere in her dislike of her sister, he might play along, plant the idea in his uncle's head that they would be dangerous to him if brought together. Yes, that might work.

The door to Catalina's room opened an hour or so before noon. and two men brought in a large basin of hot water. The King followed and they waited outside. "Bathe."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"No, you can get dressed. You are a quick study, to speak my language so well." He still speaks common, but nods in approval.

"How was your breakfast?" he looks to the nearly empty tray.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"You are welcome slut." He stood and moved to teh door.

"I have some business to attend to, but I shall send for you later on."

he opened the door and left. the two men coming in to take away the basin and closing and locking the door again.

((PM incomming.))

 

[Vagrant]

((Your PM box is full Astrall, it could be your "Sent Items" folder as well. Either way, I need to pm you and I can't.))

 

[Vagrant]

The King

It would take several days for his preparations to be completed for the enxt step he had in mind for Catalina. He woud for the most part leave her alone until then.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

After three days he came to her room after she had fallen asleep. He inscribed a glyph onher with a temporary dye to put her in a half awake state, though her mind was mostly still dreaming.

Taking her leash, he led her back to the dungeon. Though there was no torture this time....at least not unless she sought it out.

Sitting her in a large wooden chair he connected two thin cords to her nipple rings, and inserted a large fake cock atthe opening to her pussy. It went in a small amount, and no matter how she moved would be unable to remove it.

And if she did struggle, an electrical current would be passed into her tits through the cords and nipple rings. The fake cock would move in and out slowly at first, but it would grow quicker over time. The cock was also lubricated slightly as well. he didn't want to damage her for now.

He started the machine and watched. Because of the spell put on her, he expected her to to fade in and out of consiousness, giving the whole ordeal a dreamlike quiality, while still conditioning her body for sex.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

All the while this is happening, the large dildo is moving in and out of her pussy.

This went on all night, and as teh sun was rising, he stopped it and then led Catalina back to her room. Hopefully she wouldn't remember anything concrete about that. It would take a little while, many nights of this, to getto where he wanted.

 

[Guest]

In the morning Catalina wakes up groggily, her cunt sore, and not knwing what the hell happened, vague dreamlike memories being her only clues.

She gets up, puts on a low backed and almost frontless low vneck velvet gown and sandals, and begins to read, waiting for the signal for the day to begin.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He came to visit her once during the day, while she was brought her lunch. He commented on her clothes, and complimented her on her language skills. He didn't touch her sexually though.

Later on that night, and everynight thereafter, the same process was done again. The power of magic was limited, so he had to use machines for msot of the work. Sooner or later she would start to accept her time in the chair, or to her mind, her dreams of it. Then acceptance would turn to craving. Not jsut for the chair, but stimulation, sex. He left her mind alone for the most part. He could have indoctrinated her into thinking certain things, but she was special. She was going to accept his Mastery willingly.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"The leash yes, but not the Collar. That is as much a part of you as your nipple rings now." He detached the chain leading to her collar. "Though if you displease me, it will be reattached."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

After she had shown a good enouh grasp of the language, at the point with which only experience will better it, the language books were taken away, replaced by more sexual material.

After the fifth week of sessions in the chair she was "rewarded with an exact duplicate of the dildo she was fucked with during the night.

He opened the door and came in, closing it behind him. "How is my slut today?"

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"Does my slut want more sex books? Alright, I'll have some new ones brought to you later." He stroked her thigh.

He knocked on the solid wooden door and to men again came in with the basin.

"I believe today is your bath day, is it not?" He knew full well that it was, he simply wanted to watch again.

He could see her pussy was red and flaming from the punishment he was inflicting on it, though it would not be much longer before she started to get wet enough that it would only be uncomfortable and not painful the next maorning.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Yuri

Things have not been going well for Yuri. As feared, the de Jurans are in open rebellion and the Northern provinces have joined in. The King’s foreces are stertched to the breaking point, and the only hope for the Stanislawas is to hire mercenaries. But mercenearies cost money, and there was none to be had except…

Except a spy had told him of the Princess’s hidden dowries: gold, jewels, and coin worth a King’s ransom, if only it could be found. And only the Princesses knew where it could be found.

Without a moment to lose he had Princess Mariana taken to the dungeons by his armed guards, to his own special dungeon. The trials of the last few days had made him impatient and uneasy, and had he was eager now to interrogate her. His blood ran hot, and he was wracked with a furious lust. There was no time to lose.

What would it be? The Japanese pony? The Mushroom Throne? The chair of twigs? Thor’s Hammer? The Cat’s Cradle?No; he wanted something quicker, and something that would give him that satisfaction of giving her pain with his own hands. This wasa no time for subtlety.

He had her seized and bound to the Square frame, a device of his own invention, her arms and legs shackeled tightly to the corners of the iron frame leaving her spread eagles, suspended in the air. By the time he got there she was ready, still struggling in her bonds, her eyes wide with fear.
Yuri had his men rip off her gown, leaving her only in her thin chemise, then he sent them away.
He poured a large chalice full of wine and stood before her.

“The treasure, Princess. I want the treasure. Your dowry. I want to know where it is.”

Mutely she shook her head no. He smiled

“Excellent. Then we will have to find a way to loosen your tongue.” he said. “Some wine?”

She shook her head no again but Yuri ignored her, and grabbing her hair he pulled her head back, forcing her mouth open. The princess screamed as Yuri poured the wine down her throat, but she was forced to swallow to keep from choking as the wine overflowed her mouth and ran over her throat, soaking her chemise and making it cling tightly to her breasts and body. Yuri kept pouring, and the Princess kept drinking, the wine washing down her body like blood.

He questioned her again. Again she said no. Another chalice full of wine. And yet a third time before he’s had enough. The Princess hung the the chains, her body soaked, her chemise like a second skin. Yuri knew the wine she’d imbibed would also make her drunk, erode her resistance.

He walked behind her now, taking a flogger from the wall. “Tell me.” he said softly.

“No.” she said weakly.

The whip cracked sharply against the wet fabric covering her ass. She winced, hissing with pain, but he hit her again, making her cry out.Then again, until he began to raise welts beneath her shift.

“Next time it will be your breasts, Princess.” he said. “Now tell me.”

She shok her head and Yuri brought the whip down on her sensitive breasts. This time she screamed as the leather whipped across her sensitive nipples, and she screamed again as the flogging continued, but still she would not talk.

Yuri switched to a lighter cat, one that would not cause such intense pain so quickly. Now he was enjoying himself. His cock was hard and aching inside his tights as he watched her twist and writhe in the chains. He knew that the stings of the cat were arousing the princess even as they caused her pain.

With his dagger, Yuri slit the bodice of her chemise and ripped it down the front, exposing her wine soaked body, her smooth musculature striped with angry welt. He took a moment to put his hand on her sex, feeling her oily wetness there, the puffiness of her labia. Yes, he would reward the bitch when she finally talked.

She squirmed when he touched her, but now it was too much. When he began to work the cat up the soft and vulnerable insides of her thighs, when a stray lash sunk stinging into the unprotected flesh of her cunt, she broke. “In the gamekeepers lodge on my father’s huntng preserve, buried near the hearth. There, there.” she sobbed, collapsing in her chains, he flesh afire, her head swimming from the wine and the pain.

Yuri called his lieutenant and gave him the word where to look, then he turned back to the princess.

Using a elaboarte series of pulleys and hoists he lowered the head of the frame and then raised the foot, so that the princess was now horizontal, hanging face down above the floor, sobbing weakly as she knew what was in store for her. Yuri stepped in front of her and stripped off his tights, letting her have a good, long look at his hard cock, throbbing and leaking with arousal. Her whines of fear only increased his lust as he walked behind her, ducked under the frame and came up between her spread legs. He ran his hands up her naked legs, feeling her heat and smoothness, dipping his thumbs into the pulsing swamp of her pussy. He parted the cheeks of her ass, looking fondly at the puckered bud of her anus. That would be next, he thought.

She screamed as he fit the head of his enormous cock in the entrance to her vagina, basking a moment in her feminine warmth and wetness.

Then suddenly the door burst open, the rebels came swarming in, and shot him dead.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

((That seemed unneccesary. but oh well.))

"You have a very beautiful Body Slut" He compliments her as casualy as he insults her, in teh same sentence no less. "Your nipple rings suit you very well. Capping your large tits wonderfully."

He is getting slightly hard, watching her bathe. "What would you say to a tattoo?"

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"Yes I think I could reward you with a tatto of your choosing as a reward." He smiles and pullson one of her nipple rings lightly, not enough to hut, but enough to give some sensation. He also didn't say that was the only tattooes he would give her. He still planned on those of his choosing.

"The flowers around your nipple would be lovely, and if done right, the ring won't hide a thing."

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He laughs and pulls on both her rings, this time slightly harder than the last. "I thought you said you didn't like it when I played with your breasts huh Slut?"

He nodded to her "Yes, you may play with yourself my dear. I will greatly enjoy watching you."

He pulls on one of her rings occasionally, giving her an extra jolt of sensation.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He thinks about her offer for a moment before moving his hand to his pants and freeing his erect cock. The hard shaft sways slightly in the air in front of her. "Yes, you may. And if you do a good job, I'll reward you." He had just the thing in mind.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

As she goes about sucking on his cock he must admit she is quite skilled. He holds back as long as possible, letting her work on his cock for longer than he would last normally. When he's a bout to cum he finally speaks. "I'm gonna cum Slut. Put the head in your mouth and drink down me seed!"

When she does, he bursts, shooting his load into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot cum.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"You were fine Slut. If anything is to be changed, it will change over time, as you refine your technique. I think it is almost time to announce our 'marriage', don't you?"

He pets her softly, like a man pets his favorite dog.

 

[Vagrant]

The King.

"Maybe in a little while Slut. You should keep reading your sex books for now. Good sluts usually like reading books about sex. You are a good Slut aren't you?"

HE smiled, it had been weeks since he had called her anything but Slut. He madea mental note to have a gown made for her. one with a high neck to hide her Slave Collar. As well as to make preparations to announce their wedding, and secure his place amongst the rest of teh Kings.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

"You're done with them? My you are a fast reader. Well I shall have to get you more. Stories instead of manuals this time. About Princesses that are captured and made into slaves, ultimately discovering they love their new lives." He chuckled, but there was no malice inhis voice. No bitterness or hatred. He was simply amused.

When she started talking about the mariage issue, he smiled. Of course he would have to weigh the pros and cons. After all, he might be able to get her to tell him wehre the money was without marrying him. And since he had conquered De Jura, it made no difference when he went to look for it.

 

[Vagrant]

The King

He smiled at her outburst. Normally he might have punnished her for it, desiring to keep information from him. But instead he smiled. The fact that she had babbled it at all showed her will was breaking. Her body was already his, as her recent activities proved. But he wanted her mind and her spirit as well.

He reaches down and lifts her up to sit on his lap. Then he begins to play with her nipple rings while they talk. "Yes my pet Slut, you may ask your question."