Claiming Beauty.

[BastardDefiant]

For those of you have read the beauty series by Anne Rice this is working under the same principle.

In a powerful Kingdom, far away, is a court steeped in sexual depravity. This mighty Kingdom demands of the lesser nations that they send their most beautiful and graceful princes and princesses to serve in tribute as sex slaves. The royal youths are stripped, used and abused, objectified until all they have left is the desire to please, to serve.

Hearing the youngest daughter of a far off house had a beauty to surpass all others the King himself came to claim her as a tribute. Her parents wept, but they new tears were in vain, her father and mother both had served their time as pleasure slaves.

They sent for the princess, who came innocently into the throne room, empty but for her parents and a tall dark stranger sporting a white gold crown. Confused but not yet alarmed she waited to learn why she was summoned, entirely ignorant of how it was going to change her life.

Required. Young princess, provide your own name, to be trained in sexual servitude and submission. Beatings and public humiliations, forced sex with strangers, wherever the role takes her.

 

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Princess Feliene De Lioncourt

Age: 18

Phys Desc. Sig redhead.

ooc: I'm ready to begin.

 

[BastardDefiant]

King Defiant.
38
5'10"
150lbs
Sallow skin, black hair.

He runs his eye up and down the flame haired beauty, his calm and arrogant face somehow remaining impassive. His gaze flickers once to her parents, sitting behind her, before returning to his property, though she knows it not. Walking up to the princess he strokes his finger along her soft porcelain cheek, caressing her skin in an almost fatherly manner. Taking her slender wrist in his strong grip he raises her hand to his lips, placing a lingering kiss onto his treasure, slightly more than court propriety allows for.

"Princess Feline, the stories do you justice but barely. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Defiant De'Morph, King of Eratia, but you may call me Master."

 

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Feliene looked over her shoulder with uncertainty and a questioning glance at her parents seeing her mother gesturing that she look forward and do as her new master ordered. Her father stared with empty, teary eyes, down at the floor, unable to watch.

Feliene looked back to De'Morph and bowed her head gracefully, performing a slight curtsy. "Yes, Master. I understand." she said softly looking up at him with a shy expression.

 

[BastardDefiant]

Defiant let out a small chuckle at her words, finding dark irony, knowing that the beautiful redhead had a long way to go to even approach understanding. Shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts, his face returned to its normal implacable calm.

His gaze once more flickered to the royal parents, laughter threatening to overtake him once more, they understood, and the pain this was causing them must be beyond endurance. The power of Eratia ensured Defiant carte blanche. He could have left it there and taken his prize home, but the Bastard King had other ideas. Rumour of this day would spread throughout the lesser Kingdoms, and an example here would strengthen his formidable reputation. Besides which, he enjoyed the absolute cruelty, the reputation was well deserved.

"Princess Feline, you will come with me to Eratia, where you will train and serve as a sexual plaything, as per the traditions of our great nation, until such time as your service is done, when you shall be returned unto your parents. This will not be an easy time for you, but you will find it is easier if you are obedient. From this second, until your return home in the far distant future, clothes are forbidden from you. Remove them, here and now."

 

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Feliene gasped in shock. She looked around at all of the people standing around staring at her, and her own parents sitting looking pathetic in their chairs. She shook her head, "Here? Now? I cannot, not with all of these people watching!" she exclaimed, pride and modesty making her cheeks burn with crimson blush at the mere thought of standing naked in such a public display. "Please, Master, have mercy!"

 

[BastardDefiant]

Regarding the girl in silence his gaze turns to frozen steel at her public refusal. Inwardly he exults at the opportunity to do this 'the hard way', but his expression never gives this away.

Crossing the few steps between them he snatches up the redhead by her hair, pulling her roughly to her feet. Court dress being complicated and cumbersome he draws a dagger from his belt and begins to saw down the bodice of her dress. The point of the blade slides against her pale skin, more and more of which being displayed with every passing second. As the blade slips down her cleavage, between her ample breasts, the bodice opens under the weight of the fabric, the hint of her nipple just showing. Temporarily satisfied he turns his attention to the princess.

For this moment, this heartbeat of time, no-one else exists but the King and the Princess, the crowd fades, silent anyway they become invisible. "When I give you an order, princess," he tells her, his rich, low voice carrying easily through the hall even with no volume, "I expect immediate compliance."

Sheathing his dagger he takes the hanging flaps of her cut bodice in either hand. His biceps curl and tense as, with a sharp tug, he rends the garment assunder, exposing her pert young bosom to the assembly, to her parents, and to her Master.

 

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Feliene gasps, her eyes welling up with tears as she struggles to cover her exposed flesh with her hands which are soon pulled from her chest and held out so she is fully exposed.

She is afraid to look behind her now, or at anyone's faces in the crowd. She can't bear to see the disappointment, or the lechery, or whatever mix might be in the eyes of those watching.
Softly weeping, she simply whispers, "I'm sorry, Master."

 

[BastardDefiant]

Shrugging off the apology for the time being he returns to the task in hand. Her skirt and underskirts fall to the floor with a sharp tug, pooling about her ankles. The cumbersome petticoat panties succumb to a vicious tug, joining the skirts in short order. Finally he slips the remnants of her upper garment from her soft rounded shoulders, exposing her naked beauty to the court. Teasing his finger through the thick wire of her pubis he openly and obviously appraises her naked body, standing to one side to allow all in the room to see her charms.

Still playing idly at her mons pubis he smiles softly. "I am glad that you are sorry Feline," he tells her, "however sorry is but a word, and teaches as much as it is worth. When you truly feel sorry then you will learn not to repeat the mistake. Bend over, spread your legs wide and place your palms on the floor. Be sure that your parents and the members of the court are behind you little one, we wouldnt want them to miss any of the fun now, would we?"

 

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She is fully weeping now and shivering from fright, shaking her head as her eyes plead seeking warmth in his cold stare. She hesitates for a long while but one almost inperceptable flick of his eyes tells her she better comply or he will make this so much worse for her.

Feliene slowly moves to do as told, feeling exposed and dirty. She won't look at anything now but the floor or his shoes. She is trembling so hard now it must be obvious to all how frightened she is.

 

[BastardDefiant]

"Take heart now Princess," he tells her, not unkindly, "your parents endured this, both in the court of mt Grandmother, and both thrived. Your father the King, so the story goes, was quite the expert at fellatio, my uncle still speaks fondly of the young prince who first sucked him dry. You sweet mother took like a duck to water, i am hoping you get more than your flaming hair from her." Turning his attention to the royal couple, sitting on the raised thrones, Defiant knows every pair of eyes is on them at this second, regardless of the naked princess displaying herself before them. The King blushes furiously, the Queen looking mortified, with worse to come.

"In fact you Highness, I recall that the phallus that trained your anus was your constant companion, and returned with you. I trust you are wearing it now." At a very slight nod from Felines mother a small smile forms on Defiant's face. "Very good, now if you would be so kind as to loan it to me... well, to your daughter really."

Reluctantly the Queen stands, raising her skirts high, but her eyes low. Reaching behind she fumbles under the long dress skirts and pulls out a large, leather clad phallus. Unable to raise her glance she holds it blindly in front of her.

 

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Feliene stares up at the great, enormous thing produced from beneath her mother's skirts and coming toward her. "Master, I am afraid." she admitted in a soft voice as she stared wide-eyed at the phallus.

 

[BastardDefiant]

Defiant nods once, almost imperceptibly, as he presses the still warm tip of the Queen's buttplug into her daughter's virgin anus. Slowly he forces the well greased shaft past the tight little entry, pressing firmly with the palm of his hand. When four inches are inside the girl and four without he pauses momentarily.

"You are afraid?" He asks needlessly, "Then you do begin to understand."

His hand returns to the leatherbound shaft and once more, inexorably, bears down on the intrusive device, laboriously easing past her resistance to bury the artificial penis fully in her behind.

"Like mother like daughter your Highness, it seems she has inherited your anal capacity, isnt that fortunate for the child, hmm?"

 

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Feliene held back a scream as the thing invaded her anus. It was the most painful thing she'd ever endured and yet knowing she was being watched made her reluctant to show how much she was indeed in pain. Her face reddened from the effort of holding back.