~ Princess and Warlord ~ {alngkorwat}

[stormkitten]

~ Princess and Warlord ~



The agreement was that if her father failed in the battlefield, it would be her mother to lead the last hurrah at the castle gates. After all she was a strong and well respected women, the people would follow her into battle. While her parents fought for the kingdom, she was to be hidden away. The last heir to the throne. There were plans about her escaping the city, going to her fathers allies. They would fight for her, help her regain the throne. The price of course would be high, most of the treasury would be needed to buy those men’s support. They would call it money to fund the campaign and war, she called it blood money. As if she had not paid enough in blood by then.
The agreement was only made, at least on Cleo's part, because her father would not leave without the promise that she would not engage and fight the enemy. Cleo had no intention of honoring that agreement. That she would indeed fight at her mother’s side. What she had not counted on was her mother holding her to that promise. She had been sure that her mother would not force her to hide away like some child, but when word came that the outer army had fallen, Cleo had been sent into hiding. Once she was sure Cleo was not about to do something stupid she had gone to lead the battle.
Cleo knew when the city and castle had fallen. That would mean her mother was either slain or held prisoner. Both of her parents lost to her. Partially she blamed herself. Telling herself if she had been there it would not have happened. Though guilt was a wicked thing. Remembering the argument she had with her father, the day he spent convincing her to go into hiding might have been the difference between victory and death. As if that had not been bad enough she had spent precious minutes, almost an hour consuming her mothers time, trying to convince her not to hide her away. Maybe if she had simply done as her father first said, it would have made the difference.
The cool draft did nothing to ease the burning tears that streaked down her face and ran her make up. Alone. Cleo was all alone. It had been too risky to let anyone know about this plan, even trusted servants were none the wiser. The air around her was cool though she did not notice, it was a small thing compared to what must have happened to her parents. Beneath her the stones were covered with thick colorful blankets. They had been meant to soften the stone and give a measurement of warmth and comfort. Another luxury. She was sitting on another luxury as so many others where begging for mercy that would never come. While her parents had suffered. It sickened her.
Hearing foot steps and movement she went extra still and silent. No doubt it was the invading army, no one else had a reason to be in this part of the castle. They were probably searching for her, and the treasury. Maybe just the treasury, since she really did not amount to anything without the money. As long as she stayed silent there was no chance for them to find her. The room was far beneath the ground, a part of the dungeons. The room was hidden in a rarely used section, behind a special wall. Even if they knew about the wall in the time it would take them to demolish it enough to get in she would be gone, out the natural caves and far from the city. Actually she should have been gone by now but she could not stand the idea of leaving her parents, of leaving her home. The plan was to return, but to what? What would remain?
After crying out all of her tears, she finally climbed to her feet. Picking up the packed bag, she started away from the wall and into the caves. Knowing there might be need she had dressed in a shade of dark gray, in order to better blend with the shadows and night. She also dressed in a long shirt and pants instead of the traditional dress she wore at court. Cleo's hands were still shaking slightly as she started down the rock formation. Her footing was solid and sure. As a child she played here so she knew these caves well. It seemed like hours before she made her way out of the caves and from beneath the city.
The treasury, the part that was to buy her support and the alliance of her supporters was already well on the way. Sent during the night, on the night that her fathers army had fallen. The plan had been that she would meet it at a location then they would move together to make the alliance. That meant she had a lot of ground to cover while alone. Though she had some skill with weapons, primary the bow that now hung on her back, she was hoping to avoid the enemy. Being forced to fight was not a win situation for her.

[darkness]

i, warlord gresh, had sacked and killed most of the men in the castle. i was an orc, a creature who lived for war. i was looking for the treasure of the castle when i smelled a human, i let out a mighty warcry "waaagh!!!" and with one chant and a punch i made a hole in the wall and saw a human girl, i smelled the royal blood and shouted "boyz we got humie here" i made a grap for her.

[angkorwat]

I am Ksar the Avenger, son of Usor the Liberator. For five years I have fought to destroy the honor-less cowards of the northern kingdom. For five years I have won countless battles, slain countless men and ravaged the lands of those of oppressed my people since the time of my fathers fathers fathers. Today that struggle comes to an end; today I will see their capital burn.

Unlike the inhabitants of the northern kingdom, we are nomadic horsemen. Each season we move from the high plains to low plains, migrating when the first snows fall. My tribe lives at the northernmost reaches of the plains, close to the stone piles of the northerners. We lived as slaves to the north men; every season we would pay tribute to keep the north men from occupying our land. For centuries we had been their slaves; my father stopped this. He organized the tribe and drove the north men’s lackeys from our land.

They tried to put us in chains again but had learned to be free; we had learned the true cost of our enslavement. All those who were sent to the plains never returned. Each north man we killed only increased of hunger for vengeance. We were but one tribe; against the kingdom we could do nothing. The rest of his life my father fought to bring the other tribes under his control, to force them to accept his rule. For decades the grass was feed by the blood of our people until they learned to submit to strength, to submit to force. He succeeded and unified the tribes. With the tribes unified we could avenge our people, make the north pay for what they had done to us. But this was not to be. My tribe sought their vengeance; the others did not see things that way. They had no quarrel with craven cowards hiding behind their piles of stone.

The loss of their southern vassal was but one example of the decline of the north; all of her enemies had been preying on its weakness. Its king saw a way to bolster his failing kingdom—an alliance with the growing power in the south. To that end he sought to marry his only daughter to me. Though my father may have wanted to kill the man who sent the message, the tribes forced my father to accept the petty trinket—who knew if we could topple the empire, but with the north men would be slaves to no man. But this alliance was not to be, the north men did not seek to deal with equals, they only sought a crude ruse to seek revenge on the one who bested them.

When my father traveled to arrange the marriage they ambushed and murdered him. Without the Unifier, they surmised, the tribes would splinter and they could once more dominate a divided, weak people. There would be no alliance; there could be no peace with the honor-less liars. They had killed Usor the Unifier; there could be only one response: war. No price could be paid to assuage our rage, we would extract our revenge in loot and blood and rapine. I took my father’s place and lead the tribes to war against the oath-breakers. We would never break, we would never shatter; they were woefully unprepared. For five years they feel before the hoard; each of their cities falling to us in an orgy of looting and murder and rape. They would pay for their crimes a million-fold in blood.

Today the path to my vengeance has ended; today I can begin to extract the blood that is owed me. Before we enter the citadel I caution my troops, “Kill no one in the citadel, the royal household is for me. Bring me the craven whore-son who killed my father, if he dies or escapes I will kill every one of you with my bare hands. Find his whore-wife and bring her too. Lastly I want you to find his daughter; I want her brought to me untouched and unharmed. Today our war ends in total victory; let us begin to savor the spoils.” The war is over, but my rage knows no bounds.

[stormkitten]

Finding her escort at the village several miles from the castle and her home, she asked for a room. Mentally and physically exhausted. In the morning they would make better time if she could sleep now. They had to get to her father’s allies quickly if she was to be any use to her people. Her escort promised it would be a two day journey, three at the very most. Informing him three was not an option, he merely nodded. Cleo’s dreams were plagued by the screams of people, screams of her parents, the argument that by now she had convinced herself cost her mother her life. To say the least, she woke feeling sick and even worse than the night before.
Meeting her escort in the dinning hall at the inn. He tried to get up, offering that they should leave. Refusing, she wanted to eat a little. That was a mistake. All around her villagers were discussing the news of the day. The battle, the death tolls, captives… and the news that the warlord was searching for the missing daughter and treasury. While she continued to listen, she lost her appetite. Her father was captured, no one had seen the queen since the initial run on the city. Not too long after that, she threw down money to pay for the meal and left.
News apparently travelled faster than she did. By the time they stopped for supper a reward had been posted for the princess. It was confirmed her mothers death. The commoners suggested the king might be being tortured. Just as she climbed the stairs to her room for the night she overheard the inn keeper talking about the bodies stacking up. Hundreds of bodies at a time. The woman did not know for sure but she had heard that along with a reward for the princess a punishment had been issued. Hundred of her people would die each day in total slaughter until she was returned.
At first that did not really sink in. Promising that her fathers allies would come to the rescue before too many more died. Unfortunately nightmares got the best of her while she slept. Dreaming of weeks to get an army mobilized to regain her throne. Weeks of fighting and slaughter. Hundred of her own people dying during that time. By the time she woke and was on the throne, her kingdom had been razed to the ground. Waking up, she was immediately sick.
When she had herself under control she slipped out of her room and out of the back door. Trying to escape her escort before he realized what she planned. Cleo had to go back. There was no choice. Unfortunately her escort caught up with her not too long after she set out. After a brief argument he simply fell in step behind her. Determined, she insisted on a fast pace, gaining the castle by morning. Her escort convinced her to go back in through the tunnels. The chamber would be a safe sleeping place. It would give him a chance to determine the situation and maybe free her father.
Waking alone, she sat in the dark a while longer. There was this sick feeling in her stomach. He should have been back by now. Part of her already knew he was not coming back. Whether her escort had been found out or simply killed she did not know but something had happened. Hands shaking, she pressed the needed levers to open the door and slide into the dungeons. After a quick exploration she found them completely empty. Any prisoners her father had put down here were gone and no one new had been added. Carefully she started up the stairs. Once she was on ground level she realized it was well past midnight. Over and over in her mind she said a prayer, praying to find her father.

[angkorwat]

“It has been two days now, two days and still you haven’t found her?” I shout at my guard captain. “If she is still free in two more days I will start removing parts from your body.” I dismiss the guard, still enraged that the princess, the daughter of the man who had my father killed was still eluding me. I look out the window from the king’s chambers, torn and ripped banners and symbols of the north men still cover the walls of the room. The flames that ripped through the city have died down now; the conflagration that had accompanied our entry to the city has run its course. Though the flames may be faltering, the anger in our blood has not. Even now, two days later, I can still her intermittent screams emanating from the city. The people of this city will pay a high price for resisting my army.

I leave the citadel and begin walk around the city. The unmistakable smell of wet cunt sits heavy in the air. The same scene repeats itself over and over as I walk though the city: scared, naked women held down and roughly fucked by one of my soldiers. I would be surprised if every woman in city had no yet been raped at least once. In other parts of the city groups of soldiers wait there turn to rape particularly beautiful women—it is a cruel fate to be so fair when your city has fallen. I return to square in front of the citadel, two hundred bodies fill the square, one hundred for each day the coward’s daughter has remained free. By now night has fallen and the screams have only gotten louder; the rape will continue until my men have had their fill of vengeance. I sigh; my revenge has yet to begin.

I walk back to my chambers, by now night has fallen. A rather overeager young soldier hands me a report, hmm, interesting. Apparently there is an escape passage in the dungeon, so that is how the princess escaped. I suppose I cannot blame my soldiers for being unable to locate her in the city; she escaped before they had a chance to apprehend her. I order the prisoners in the dungeon moved elsewhere in the citadel, no need to let her come back and free her father or any other supporters. I order the entrance watched, who knows if she will return.

Despite five years of war, much of the kingdom remains untouched by the ravages of the war. Now, nobles from all corners of the kingdom are beginning to pour into the capital to learn of the fate of their nation. Even now dozens have arrived from the cities environs, all wishing to meet me. I sigh, perhaps it would have better to have never invaded the empire; I would have never had to deal with politics. I leave my new chamber and walk to the throne room. I reluctantly open then close the doors of the throne room behind me; perhaps this won’t be as bad as I fear.

Six hours, six hours they talked. By the end I thought I knew why their kingdom had become so weak—all its rulers seemed to do is talk without saying anything. I begin to walk toward my chambers when I see something strange; a women walking down the corridor in the opposite direction. Her skin is pale, clearly a noble, yet she was not in the throne room. I stare at her, she is wearing traveling clothes, pants and a cloak, yet they are not dirty. Odd, if she had ridden here she should be covered in dust from the road, yet she isn’t. If she didn’t take the roads she must not want people to know she is traveling. I walk toward her. As I get close I catch a glimpse of her face. Strange, she seems somewhat familiar. I continue to walk down the corridor—then I abruptly stop. The face, I know it, it’s yours.

When the north men’s emissary first visited my father to propose a union he brought a portrait with him. The face on the portrait was the face of the woman that just passed me. I smile at my good fortune; sometimes fate does favor the just. I turn around and run toward you. The heavy footfalls echo through the stone hall. The sound causes you to turn around. As I catch up to you I jump onto you, we both fall onto the floor. You hit the floor under me, taking the brunt of the fall. I rip off your hood, long brown hair flies in the violent motion. “Welcome home princess,” with those words I slam your head into the floor. Your body goes limp as become unconscious. I pick you up and unceremoniously throw you over my shoulder. I smile. My vengeance will no longer have to wait.

[stormkitten]

The feeling in her stomach had gotten worse and worse as she moved into the castle halls. Hands shaking, she could barely control herself. The feeling got worse as the foot steps echoed closed. She debated whether to run or not. Running was a dead give away. Although if her feelings were correct, she had already been made. Cleo wondered if she could out run him. By the time she decided to do it, he was crashing into her.
His larger body had no trouble taking her to the floor. It knocked the wind from her lungs, stunning her momentarily. Trying to raise her hands, her mind already knew she was in trouble but her body refused to give him. At least until her head heavily contacted the floor sending her into darkness.
Moaning as she came awake, her hands moving to cradle her head. God it hurt. Probably one of the worse pains of her life. Already wishing she was unconscious again. Had she drank too much. She promised father she was not going to do that again. Father!!! Sitting up suddenly, memories rushing back to her. Fighting down the urge to get sick and see past the black spots she struggled to take in her surroundings.

[angkorwat]

I walk quickly to your chambers in the palace. I throw you down on the bed and tear way your clothing. I stare and your pale, beautiful, immaculate body. I grab hold of your tits with my hands start to squeeze. My hands wrap around them fully—they are not as large as I would like, but not small by any reasonable means. Your small nipples are a soft shade of pink. I lower and heads and lick one of them. I pull away from your body and spread your legs as far they will go. Brown hair encircles your pussy. I move my fingers along you slit. I quickly pull them away, no, I won’t take you like this. I want you to know I’m raping you; I want you to be helpless and powerless. I want to see you eyes, I want to see your face—I want to see the realization that there is nothing you can do to stop me was over you. I turn you body over and spread your ass checks. Your asshole is small, tight and pink; I plan to change all of those. By the time am I done with it will be gapping, lose and bloody. I force myself to leave the room; if I stay I will lose my nerve and rape you now. I post two guards at the door—it was hard enough finding you, no need to let you escape now. I retire to my chambers. As I lie in bed I muse about my good fortune this day. You will be the article of my revenge, you will take the brunt on my rage—you will be punished for all the sins of your people. I fall asleep dreaming of the pain and humiliation you will endure.

[stormkitten]

Finding herself naked and alone. Cleo repeatedly tried to tell herself this had all been a bad dream. By the time she got to the window and looked out, it was hard to deny it, seeing the city burned. Stepping back, Cleo moved to her closet, dressing herself. She chose a soft wide pant legged black pants and a dark red blouse. By the time she was dressed, her head was feeling better, at least it was forgotten.
Unable to help herself, Cleo did open the door to find two guards posted there. It was no surprise when they stopped her from leaving. They did not say so but she had little doubt they sent word to her captor as soon as her door closed. Absently she pulled on a pair of boots as she moved back to the window. If she was smart, she would jump out now and save herself from unbelievable pain and humiliation. But as she stood there in the open window, she found herself unable to do so. Sitting down in the chair, she watched the sky. Careful to avoid looking at the ground, she waited.

[angkorwat]

More meetings, more feigned interest, more barely hidden rage, I swear, had I know they would turn me into one of them I would simply killed everyone in the north. It was too late now, to rule this land I needed their help. My army was already beginning to return to the plains, only a quarter of them would remain. But, still enough to enforce the power and enact my will. A solider enters the throne room and whispers in my ear, I smile; the princess has awakened. I abruptly end the audience and rush out of the room toward your chambers. As I walk I have but one thing on my mind—fucking you as hard and as painfully as I can.

I open the door to you chambers and see you standing by the window, staring at the sky, averting your gaze from the ruins of your once great city. As I enter the room you turn around and face me. Your face screams a single word: fear. “On the bed, now,” I bark at you. You move far too slowly for my taste. I pick you up and throw you onto the bed. The fear on you face has been replaced by pure terror. You know what’s coming next; you know there’s no way to stop it. I grab hold of you chin with one of my hands and slap you across the face with the other, “Next time you will move faster.” “Strip,” I hiss, you only look back at me, to afraid to move. I slap you again, “If you do that one more time I’ll make this even more painful than I want it to be, now take your fucking clothes off.” You slowly undress yourself; each move brings a wimpier from your throat. Once again I gaze upon your naked body; this time it will end with blood.

I get on the bed with you and pin you under me. With my left hand I grab your wrists and hold them above your head, I use my knees to spread your legs. I run my tongue from your stomach to one of you nipples. I lick and suck it. The fear on your face has been replaced by resignation—you know now there is nothing you can do to stop me from raping you. I turn you head to the side and lick the side of your face as I animalisticly begin to grind my crotch into your pussy. My head goes back to you tits as my hand goes down to your slit. I run my fingers along it, still dry, I think to myself. I push one, then two of my fingers into your unprepared cunt. You wince, the pain forcing you to contemplate your fate once more. The lack of wetness makes it hard to move my fingers; I push them forward then stop—a barrier? You’re a virgin? I smile and stare into your eyes; no words are necessary you know what I’ve just discovered. I being to fuck you with my finger, making sure to preserve your virginity, at least for now. Your cunt quickly lubricates itself with your blood and juices. “It’s time,” I say, you shudder.

I let go of your hands—if you try to fight me you’ll lose, I’m bigger and stronger. I pull my pants down, I see your head lift up as you stare and cock. It could be the first one you’ve ever seen, I think to myself, I’ll make it so that you’ll never be able to forget it. I rub the head of my cock up and down your cunt, it’s only a matter of time now, but no need to rush—the longer I wait, the more I can make you fear me. I insert the head of my cock up to your hymen; you close you eyes and hiss in pain. I grab your head and order, “Open your eyes cunt, I want to see your eyes when I make you my bitch.” I continue to push my cock in and out of your cunt as you open your eyes. I look into them as I thrust inside you, going as deep as I can. I shatter your hymen and slam into you cervix, you scream in pain. I slowly remove my cock, I look down, it’s covered in blood—good. I put my cock back inside your cunt and slam my hips in your as hard as I can, fucking you roughly. Your screams continue, your eyes burst into tears; I simply thrust harder and deeper. The room quickly fills with the sound of rape—flesh violently slapping flesh, sobbing cries and animalistic grunts.

Your incredible tightness makes me cum much earlier than I had wished. You got lucky, I think to myself, your cunt is not nearly as bloody as it should be. I thrust once more, my hips meet yours as I cum deep inside you. I pull my dick out; it’s covered in blood and cum and fuck juice. I clean it off on your clothes. I pull my pants up and look at you. Your body is covered in sweat, your legs still lewdly spread. You stare at the ceiling, perhaps unwilling to think about what just happened. The foul concoction begins to ooze out of your cunt and stain your sheets, you may never know it, but you look more beautiful now—an until recent virgin, in shock over her first rape, unable to move—then you ever will again. “Get your ass dressed, we have things to do.”

[stormkitten]

Cleo made an attempt to push him off of her after he released her hands. Terrified, she knew what was coming. Telling herself she needed to find a way to stop this. Her pushing and pathetic pleas did not phase him. Almost like he was ignoring her. Then she felt him press his shaft against her slit, had her panicking. Bracing herself for unbelievable pain. No doubt he was going make this hurt. It did hurt as he started to press into her. Breathing hard she felt him pull back. Unsure why he was pulling back. She knew he had not gone any too far. The answer came soon enough. He was playing with her.
Honestly she had not realized she closed his eyes till he was demanding that she open them. God she did not want to open her eyes. Did not want to look at him while he did this to her. Fear actually motivated her to obey, opening her eyes. Moments later the pain she had been feeling became unbearable. Screaming. It seemed like she screamed forever. Eventually her screams died and she went silent.
Unused to pain of any kind, she had retreated back into herself. Feeling him withdraw and move off the bed, the pain was over, now there was just a dull ache. Thighs hurt, her sex hurt, things inside of her body hurt. Cleo laid on the bed, eyes absently staring at the ceiling. A feeling of numbness and disconnection had settled over her mind sometime during the rape. Legs still spread wide, she couldn’t even muster a feeling of humiliation or embrassement. Laying still, she waited till for him to kill her. She knew that was next, the nobles would not agree to a new ruler if the legitimate was still alive. While they were not loyal to her father, they were loyal to a certain way of life. She did not think they would kill for her, but they could make his life ruling this kingdom hell.
The words did not sink in when he told her to get up, actually forcing him to take a handful of hair and dragging her to the floor. Hitting the cool stone hard, she looked up at him. Trying to feel something. Slowly she climbed to her feet. It hurt. Feeling a mix of cum and blood run down her thighs. Slight panic on her face. Trying to push it aside she picked up her shirt. Noticing the blood and stains, she wiped her thighs and threw it in the corner. Pulling on her pants, moving to the closet she was aware of the material rubbing against her bruises flesh. Managing to pick a deep red shirt to pull on.

[angkorwat]

You start to get dressed, slowly. The shock of the rape must be making it hard to think. You put on your cum and blood stained clothes. The crotch of your pants begins to darken, made wet by the concoction oozing out of you. I open the door and push you out of the room. I grad hold of your arm and lead you through the halls towards the throne room. Guards open the door as we approach. The low hum of the noble’s conversations abruptly stops as we enter the room. Their eyes quickly turn toward you. The blood, the stains: they know exactly what I’ve done to you—their king is chained to the wall, their princess stands before them in her post-rape glory. I walk to the throne, vacant since the fall of the city, and sit in it.

“As you have made it clear that will only follow the legitimate ruler of this country and as I grow weary of slaughtering your pathetic armies I have decided on a compromise. I will accept the offer the king made to give me his daughter’s hand—I will take the bitch, but only on my terms. I will become king after the murderous coward’s abdication, which will take place tomorrow. To show there is no trickery here, the princess will now demonstrate her submission.” I turn to you and cut your clothes off, they fall to the floor. You stand naked in front of those who once bowed before you. I turn to you, “Get down on your hands and knees now, I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are.”

[stormkitten]

As he cut off her clothes, she was still trying to comprehend his words but they seemed to be in a fog. Her father offered her hand in marriage? That couldn’t be right. Why did he do that? Her father had promised her to one of his allies. Over four years ago he had told her that she would one day marry one of the men whom she was suppose to have gone to instead of coming back here. There was some protest from her mother. Saying she was much too young. Cleo had already passed marriage age and was more than old enough to bare children but her mother was not ready for her little girl to grow up. She was fairly sure even now her mother would not think she was old enough. Her father couldn’t really have promised her to this murderer.
Even as she tried to think past the shock, she found herself sitting down on the cold stone. It wasn’t hands a knees but she was down. Unsure why she had sat. Closing her eyes she just wanted to lay down and go to sleep till this was over. To wake up from the nightmare. In the silence of the room she was aware of the sound of foot steps coming closer. Why they were the only thing she heard she was not sure. Blinking slowly she tried to find the source. It was him, and he was coming closer.
A soft whimper escaped her lips. He was almost too her when she started to try to stand. Still in shock she was not moving very fast. Every movement, every thought took so much effort. “pl… please… please… no…. not… again… ”

[angkorwat]

You drop to the floor, then begin to get up, begging me to stop. I don't care what you think—I will get my revenge and I will take it out on you. I shove you onto the floor and lift your hips. You try to stop me but you are too feeble, too weak from our previous fun. The nobles look on in horror as I once more allow my pants to fall to the floor. You're on your hands and knees, ass in the air like a bitch in heat. I rub my cock along your slit, your cunt is still red, still wet from our previous encounter—my cum still oozes down the side of your thighs. I pull my dick away—I hope you think I won't rape you again. I put two fingers into your cunt and coat in your blood and juices and my cum. I take them and begin to rub them around on your asshole. It immediately clenches; your begging becomes more persistent, more urgent--it just makes me harder. I grab your hair and pull your head back with it. “If you want to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one,” I growl. I bring the head of my cock to your asshole, I smile and push, you scream.

[stormkitten]

Mouth moving, trying to get words to some out. To beg him not to do this to her. But her mind was moving too slow. Then she felt a tearing and burning in her ass. Noise finally got past her lips, her screaming. Flailing, try to make it stop. All she really knew was she had to make the pain stop. The pain was unbelievable. It was actually worse than him breaking her virginity. Slowly the screams start to become horse and soft. Throat raw and her strength failing.
She could not past the tears in her eyes. Not that there was anything to see. No one was going to save her. These men had stood at her father’s side for years, watched her grow up and now they simply stood and watched as she was fucked like a rag doll. Not a one of them moved to help her. Her head came to rest on the cold stone of the throne room. After a while, she went silent, except the occasional whimper forced from her with a hard thrust. The pain was not gone but her mind was retreating away from the unpleasant event.
For several minutes after he withdrew, she stayed still. Ass still in the air. Not realizing that he was done with her. Moving painfully slow, she finally rolled onto her side. She knew she should get him, but she was having trouble making herself care. Eyes closing, she became aware of talk and whispers around her. None of that mattered. They had not cared enough while it was happening. Hand shaking, she finally motivated herself enough to brush the loose hair out of her face, then went still again.

[wharro4u]

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[angkorwat]

I penetrate your ass deeply, tears stream from your eyes, screams emanate from your mouth. I continue to pump, in and out then you go silent. I continue to abuse your unwilling hole, thrusting deeper, harder, trying to get to acknowledge the pain—nothing happens, you simply take it. I cum inside your ass and pull my dick, cleaning myself off on your clothes once more. “The marriage and abdication will take place in two days,” I say to the crowd of nobles, still in shock over what I've just done to you. I look back at you, your ass still in the air, begging to be fucked again. My cum falling out of it. You finally fall to the floor, I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of the throne room. We reach your chamber and I throw you on the bed, the fear that I saw in your eyes the first time I threw you on the bed is all but gone, replaced by resignation—I will do whatever I want to you. I pull down my pants and walk toward the bed. You think I'm going to rape you again. I pull my pants back up and leave the room—I've got things I need to do, no time to sit around and fuck all day.

[stormkitten]

A whimper escaped her lips, watching him come toward her again. Hardly able to believe that he could want to use her again. Cleo couldn’t muster enough energy to try to get up or beg. Closing my eyes, trying to prepare myself for it to hurt again. Surprise came when she heard the door shut. Opening her eyes, it took several minutes before she realized that she was alone. Laying still she waited for him to return. After a while, she found herself slipping in and out of sleep.
Coming awake later in the afternoon. Her body ached in way she did not know existed. Sitting up, it was all she could do to force herself out of bed. Telling herself that nothing would come from laying in stained sheets all day. Finding her basin of water she managed to wash herself. Trying to get his smell and seed off of her body. Blood soon turned the water red. Unable to stand the sight of it, she dumped its contents out the window. Finally she dressed. Choosing a dark shirt and a mid length black skirt. Some how her braid had survived so she left it in place.
Next she yanked the sheets off the bed. It took her a few minutes to find an extra pair of sheets that the servants usually left. It took even longer for her to figure our how to get them on the bed. Looking at them afterward, she had a mild sense of accomplishment. The blood soaked sheets and clothes went in a pile next to the door, she wanted them burned.
Walking to the door, she tried to open it. No surprise it was locked. Knocking on it did not get an answer nor did it open. She knew there had to be someone there. He did not know the castle that well yet, it would have been foolish for him to risk her escape if there was a way for her to unlock it from the inside. Finally with no luck getting an acknowledgement, she simply started speaking. “… I want to see my parents…” Her voice caught slightly. There was no answer from the other side of the door.
Walking over to her chair, she sat down, sitting a little lopsided in her chair. Cleo found herself too sore to sit correctly. She was not sure what hurt more her pussy or her ass. For the first time since waking, she let herself think over the events of the day. The rapes. The fact she did not even know his name. That thought brought a deep blush and feeling of humiliation. He had said something about her father promising her hand in marriage. The wedding he said was up coming. The fate of her parents. She had not seen her mother, why was that? By the time the door actually opened she was nearly sick with all her thoughts.

[angkorwat]

The damned foolish man, does he not realize that he is in no position to defy me? It does not matter, he will be punished for his crimes soon enough. His daughter, on the other hand will pay for his crimes now. I enter your room. I see you sitting on the on your bed, wearing clean clothes. The cum and blood stained sheets and clothes sit in a pile near the door, you appear to have the fight back in you, good, what good is it raping a corpse? I want you to fight me, to fight and lose. “Your family murdered my father and enslaved my people, you must now pay the consequences,” I say. You probably didn't know who I am, or why I held such a grudge against you. “Your father is going to abdicate within the hour, follow me,” I say to you. You get out of the bed and follow—your steps are awkward, your violated holes must still be in pain.

We enter the throne room once more, your father nows stands in the center, striped, chained and wearing his crown. The nobles stare at me, waiting to see what spectacle I will force them to watch now. I turn to your father, “Your majesty has two choices abdication or castration.” I look at your face, you look at me, aghast at my suggestion. He stands there for sometime, then allows his crown to fall from his head. He was always a weak man, a weak king. I nod to one of my guards. He pulls a tool used to castrate bulls from behind. He quickly castrates him them cauterizes the wound. I look back at you princess, or should I say queen and speak. “The princess, as the only heir to the throne, has become queen, with her marriage, rule will pass to her husband. Now get that craven coward out of my sight.” You see your father for the last time as he dragged out of the room. As you stand in shock, I reach between your thighs and stick a finger into your cunt. It is dry—all traces of my seed are gone. If you are so inclined to remove my generous gifts, then it will happen on my terms. I motion to more guard to take you back to your room, I speak to you, “I will be up shortly.” I leave the throne room to look for what I need.

[stormkitten]

Cleo did not totally understand what was going on. She had asked to see her parents, but she had not meant like this. No one held her or guarded her, but she was found herself unable to walk any closer to him. He had always seemed like such a proud man to her, strong and able to take on anything. The man she stared at now was anything but. Horror was the only word she could think to describe what she just watched. Unable to think straight. Starting to feel sick.
Even his fingers pushing into her wasn’t enough to bring her attention back to him. At least no more than a flinch. The guards hand on her upper arm got her moving again. Absently she nodded at his words. She couldn’t even think that she would prefer if she never say him again. Following numbly after them.
As the door of her room opened, the flood gates in her mind opened. She barely made it to the window, finding herself getting sick. Cleo didn’t know how long she hung out the window. It was not like there was any food in her stomach for her to expel but her body went through the motions.
When the door opened she had herself under control. Sitting on the edge of her bed. Staring off in space she barely acknowledged his presence. He right in front of her, before her eyes looked at him for the first time. Even as she looked at him, all she could see was her father. Standing up she did not think about what she did. Feeling anger, outrage, horror and so many more feelings. Standing she started him in the chest with her hands. She didn’t really mean to hurt him but she needed to do something to get these feelings out of her. Not thinking straight, this almost seemed like a good way.
“ … you didn’t have to do that to him… ” It was the only words she could think of.

[angkorwat]

I walk into your room. You sit on the bed, staring off into oblivion. I walk in front of you, you finally realize I am here. You quickly get up and begin to pound at my chest with feeble blows. “You didn’t have to do that to him,” the words barely exit your throat, it's as if it has taken all of your resolve, all of energy to say them. I grab hold of your hands and look into your eyes, “He didn't have to murder my father. He didn't have to lead my father into an ambush because he could never defeat my father in a fair fight. I did nothing he would not have done to me had our roles been reversed.” I throw you back onto the bed, “I want to fuck you again, take your clothes off and finger yourself, I will only ask once.”