Give Me A Heir (Vicodin + Elizabeth)

A flash of light illuminated the room of a room, as the prince smirked and removed the top portion of his robes, a slight sigh of relief being emitted from his lips as he felt all that additional weight being dropped onto the floor. There was a metallic clang that resonated from the wooden floor, as a dagger had scratched the plank of wood that it had fallen on. His head, his abs, his stomach, all shown from the disrobing, as the man put on a simple white shirt and a pair of leather pants. The last thing that he wanted to do is be mistaken for the prince from the kingdom next door, at least, right now. The prince's black eyes flashed malevolently as he picked up the dagger that had clanged to the floor, and he brandished it around a few times, smirking. "Oh my princess... you are going to be so much fun..." He said, and he turned around to kick the dead guard that he murdered before. This room was useful, it must have been the costume room. He could just put his set of robes in the closet and no one would know that it was him that had done it. He wiped off the blood from the dagger that he used, and he then picked up the pouch of poison that he had brought with him while he made his way to the castle.

He dipped the tip of the dagger into the pouch, a type of dust forming on the tip of the blade before glowing, and Prince Alexander hid the dagger in his pocket. He slid along the walls, being as careful as possible until he reached the princess' room, and he carefully opened the door. The princess was sleeping... this was his chance. He moved over to the girl and then sank the tip of the dagger into her neck, being careful as to not kill her, and smirked as the dust formed inside of her wound, blood seeping out of the neck ever so gently. Her body would be tensed up until he had her at his own castle. He threw the dagger to the side, before picking up the princess bridal style, and making his way out of the castle. It was a wonder how he managed to be so sneaky, but the reason was he had trained this with his own guards, back at his castle. And his castle had more security then this joke. He set the princess onto his back, tying her with a rope to his midsection so that her chest was pressed onto his. And he then rode. He climbed up on a horse, and then rode back to his kingdom.

In his own room, a mass of black and white, Alexander had the princess tied up. Her clothes had been cut off and burned, leaving her with only her body. Her succulent breasts... shown off in the way that she was chained up. She had her arms chained above her head, chained at the wrists so that her beautiful breasts were pushed together, and her legs were chained nearby the wrists, spread and showing off that wonderful pussy that he was wanting to enter. But no... he had to wait. He gave the girl a tap on the head with the blunt blade of a different dagger and he smirked. "Wake up Princess... Wake up from Dreamland." He said. The prince was dressed up in his royal robes now, black and white the main color in his attire. He looked like an adorned chess piece, if he was the king. His crown remained on his head, as if it was put on his head with an adhesive. "Wake up now... my new Pet."

Irena had spent the day readying for the welcoming of yet another royal diplomat. She had to admit the knowledge that her father had been inviting the diplomats to see if one would catch her eye. She sighed as she entered the room and her ladies in waiting followed. She wasn’t alone during her waking times. They never allowed her to be. She was forever stuck with a guardian or escort. She lifted her arms as the maids came to remove her dress from her figure. She could take it off herself but as the maidens sat back and watched they got antsy doing other things in the room. She had no reason for them to do that and she felt the gown slip from her figure. She sighed at the weight having been removed from her shoulders.

It was a beautiful night. She changed into her evening pajamas and then stepped out onto her balcony to look over the castle lands. It was beautiful and the green scenery, the quiet blackness of the night overshadowing the grounds, and then the bright moon above the land. She listened to the quietness as it washed over her. She ran her hand over the balcony and felt the rawness of the materials that had manufactured its beauty. She lost herself in thought of the various dignitaries and the reason her father was so adamant about her marriage. The neighboring land had a Prince that was of age as well. They had always been looking for ways to take over or abuse their own standing to try to take over the kingdom. She knew that if they found her alone too long that they would try to use that against the kingdom.

After spending several minutes outside, Irena made her way back into the bedroom with the thoughts weighing heavily upon her head. She crawled into bed for the night’s rest and hopefully a chance to forget the worries that plagued the community around her. She laid her head upon the pillow and fell fast asleep into dreams that would have never included someone sneaking into the castle. Her dreams had barely begun with the stranger slipped the dagger into her neck. She panicked as she felt the dagger enter into her skin. Her eyes popped open and she went to make a scream but found herself unable to open her mouth. She found herself unable to move anything other than her eyelids.

She felt herself being picked up and looked up at her attacker. She recognized him as the very Prince she had considered earlier. The threat to the kingdom. She fought her inner self. She needed to get away. She needed to fight back. She needed to get away so that he could not use her against her father. She couldn’t move and that made her try to get herself free from the situation. She hated the fact that he was moving her around and she could do nothing about it. As her kingdom, disappeared from view, she closed her eyes and squeezed them shut.

She passed out from the mental frustration that she had been building up. The fact that she was unable to move and unable to fight the situation made her so frustrated her mind had to shut down before she lost it. She came to consciousness as he tapped her on the head with the dagger. She whimpered slightly until she had realized that she couldn’t move again and then panicked. In her returning consciousness she felt her arms above her head being held by the unforgiving, hard chains. She tried to shift her body but found she was both nude and spread wide open for him to see. The situation took a second but registered into her conscious. She had been kidnapped, she was bound, he had a dagger, and she was nude. She screamed just as he called her… his pet.

What a fun day he would be having, enjoying the feeling of this princess. He saw that she really wasn't much for talking, just whimpering. He would make sure to get a response out of her. He flipped the dagger around so that the handle was sticking out in her direction and he moved to his knees, his hands inches away from her nice and developed breasts. He felt his cock starting to harden in his bottoms as he looked at this girl's naked form, and a part of him wanted to rape her right now, have her scream out in pain as he enjoyed the feeling of her body. But he needed a few questions answered first. He had a plan. He looked into the girl's eyes, his hair parting to the side as he brushed it with his other hand, and he pressed the handle of the dagger against the nipple of her right breast, the metal pressing against her nipple and warming it up slightly, since the metal had been held in his hands. "Tell me princess, are you a virgin?" He asked, his eyes staring into hers malevolently. "The dust that I used on you has worn off by now, don't pretend that you can't speak."

The prince then stood up, switching the dagger to his other hand as he held the blade to her neck, his right hand moving just a small amount to give a small cut on the side of her neck. He smirked as the small trail of blood had moved down the center of her chest, dripping onto the floor. "Tell me princess, or else I will make this your last night." He said. The prince got onto his knees and then he moved his face down to her womanhood. He used his left hand to open the lips of her pussy, smirking at the pink color of her insides. "Oh yeah you look tight... you are going to be fun." The prince then threw the dagger to the side and he unlocked her legs from the shackles. "If you try to struggle, I will gut you where you stand." He replied, and he then unlocked her hands from the shackles. Her hands and feet still had chains on them, but she was able to move around the room. She wouldn't be able to move outside the room however, because then the chains would pull her back. He pushed her up against the bed, bending her over it. He looked down at her back, and put his hands onto her back, wanting to get some leverage. "Don't move princess... this is going to be your job..." He said with a smirk as he moved his right hand to pull down his bottoms. She would be unable to see the 9 inch cock that came out of his bottoms, but she would be able to feel it when he pushed it inside of her. He spit on it, making sure that it was decently wet before she shoved it inside of the princess' pussy, all nine inches being consumed by her wet depths. "Ah..." He moaned out, ostentatiously. He waited for any kind of reaction, before he started to move slowly inside of her, moaning as he did so.

She panicked as he neared her with the dagger. She was unsure what he was planning to do with the dagger or what the gleam in his eye actually meant. She was trapped and had no way of getting free. She looked down at him as he moved to his knees. His eyes on hers made her muscles tighten a bit in fear and dread of his next movements. She watched his hair fall to the side and the feel of the warm metal against her nipple making her gasp and then groan. “Please….don’t.” her voice quivered with the fear that she felt coursing through her veins. She tried to move away from the dagger but found herself unable to move. She shuddered as the metal stayed against her nipple. His words caught her off guard as she had started to stay “don’t” again. She stuttered slightly and his eyes turned horrible. She tried to shy away and found no escape in the unforgiving wall. She growled at him slightly fighting the feelings of fear that he gave into her. “You are going to so be sorry for this.” She didn’t even know completely what she was meaning when she had said “this”. She shook slightly and then cleared her throat. “It is nothing of your business if I am a virgin or not.”

She watched him move up and place the dagger on her neck as she gasped and whimpered again “Please…don’t.” She hadn’t stooped to begging yet. As he cut her, she yipped and squealed at the pain. She felt the warm drop of crimson blood flow down her chest. She shivered and she knew that her voice would do the same. She watched as he lowered himself down and spoke of her tightness. She knew he had the knife and feared for her safety. “Yes yes I’m a virgin!” she had hoped by her screaming that it would stop him from having the thoughts that he was having.

When she felt his hand part her, she tried to struggle. The struggle was in vain. She heard his words as he unhooked the leg shackles. She wanted to run but he blocked her path. She gasped as she felt him undo her arms. She wanted to wail out and hit him but she couldn’t manage to get her feet to move as she was asking them to do. She felt him push her backwards after she tried to run. She felt him push her over and she felt exposed. She trembled. “No! don’t do this…” The order was blatantly clear. She heard his words and struggled as she heard him moving behind her. She had started to sob as he has started to spit and lube his cock. She felt her muscles tighten just before he thrust deep inside of her. The muscles protested and screams were emitted from her throat as she tried to pull away in vain. She heard his own reaction and the scream that emitted after her virginity had been taken made her shudder. The sobs caused her body to tremble and shudder. As he pulled out and moved back in, she felt her body loosen but the sobs didn’t stop.

He thought that it was funny that just because she was the princess of a kingdom, that she was going to get some kind of special treatment. This was his kingdom. He spent the last ten years in ruling, making sure that he was one of the most powerful kingdoms in this world, and he didn't do that by listening to girls plead and beg for their virginity not to be taken. That is why he loved the rules of her society. She had such uptight rules, and she was treated like such a little spoiled brat, that a good little rape was good for her. "Shut up..." He said simply as she begged for him to not fuck her. But there he was, his spitted up and bloodied cock pounding in and out of that girl's precious little pussy. He continued to thrust, going as hard as he possibly could to make sure that he was hurting her. The more that she cried and sobbed and begged for him not to, the more that he was feeling the pleasure rising. Every cry out of pain for her seemed to spike his pleasure a little more during that one thrust. "Think of it this way Princess, you should be lucky. I am providing you with a service that almost no Princess has ever been able to feel." He then pulled his cock out of her, just to hurt her more as he slammed her against the wall, her chest facing the wall and her ass facing him. He shoved his cock back into her and began to thrust again.

As he continued to fuck her, he continued to speak. "I am providing you with the opportunity to marry me, since you are going to be having my baby, after all." He was saying this as if he had this all figured out. Which he did. He felt his orgasm building up, and he loved it. The feeling of her hot pussy, tightening around his cock because of the pain that she felt. It was erotic... hot... and sadistic. "Now you spoiled little princess, tell me what your job is going to be." And he placed the dagger near her neck, as he continued to fuck her. With each thrust the dagger was getting closer and closer to her neck.

She heard his words and they made her cry even harder. He was providing her a service by taking her so roughly and raping her? She couldn’t make it align in her brain. She had started to scream thinking maybe that would help. Her breath was cut off just as he pulled her up and then slammed her against the wall. She had hoped it was over but she felt his cock enter her tight, abused, sore , and tender pussy and she whimpered with another groan of pain. She felt her own body start to betray her. The way the wall ran against her nipples made her tingle and his cock moving into her made her grow wet from being aroused. She had hoped he couldn’t notice that.

Her screams and groans were coming out more as moans of pleasure. She did not need to enjoy this situation. She was scared and his attitude did nothing to make her feel any better. Her body shuddered as it grew used to the intrusion of his cock and the pain seemed to ebb to a new feeling that she hadn’t ever felt. His words brought her stone cold reality. He wanted her to marry him and give him a child? What the hell? That was not what she wanted to do. She screamed again with the end becoming a moan as he thrust into her. She had nothing to grip or grab on the wall. She scratched the wall and felt her skin tearing in some places.

She knew his sadistic nature was coming through and it scared her that she should be trapped with him for her lifetime. She heard his words ordering her to tell him the information. She had resolved to be silent, but as the dagger came towards her neck she eyed it and the whimper was fear laced. “No… please.” The begging was pathetic. The thrusts caused the pleasure to mingle with fear. She would not gain pleasure from this experience. Her body betrayed her adamantly. She screamed out. “I’m your wife!” she didn’t know if that would work and as the dagger neared her throat even closer she screamed again. “I am yours!” she had no idea what the right answer would be that would stop the dagger.

While it was extremely hard to be able to tell between the hot and wet feeling of a woman's vagina, and the hot and wet feeling of the blood that came out of a woman's hymen, Alexander was able to feel the difference. He could tell that from the way he was doing this to her, she was getting off on it. He wasn't sure how a girl like this was instantly starting to feel pleasure from being mercilessly raped and used to the prince's own will, but apparently she was one of those girls. Either that, or it was the classic emotions of a confused girl that had just been turned into a woman, and was begging for the rape to stop even though their body was starting to love it. He could tell that it was the second option. He let out a small laugh as he continued to rape Irena, her screams turning into moans and her body becoming more and more wet around his cock. "See, you are already starting to get used to it. Hell, it looks like you are loving it." He replied, as he felt his orgasm being built up.

The constant grinding of his hips was one more thing that Irena didn't have to really think about. Sure she could think about the pain and the depression that she is going to sink in, but another thing she would have to take into account is the dagger at her neck. This was shown from her pathetic attempts to beg and cry to get that dagger away from her neck. When she said that she was his, he dropped the dagger and placed the now unused hand onto her waist, as his cock was getting ready to fill up her body with his seed, with his baby. "Yes you are... you are mine..." He whispered as he bit onto her ear more sensually then hard, before letting go as his cock tore into her insides. He felt that his climax was just a few thrusts away, and he smirked as he pushed his cock all the way inside of her, pushing against her cervix as he let out a loud moan into her ear, unloading all of the cum that was built up from this rape into her body. He pinned her against the wall with his hands as he unloaded in her, to make sure that she couldn't escape.

She heard his words and tried to stop her body from responding to anything that was going on. She refused to enjoy it but her body was saying something different. The force that her breasts met the wall, the thrusting inside her sex, and the intense fear were something that was making her confused enough to not control her own reactions completely. She felt the confusion to her depths. She groaned in pain and confusion but refused to say anything more than a fleeting. “No” She was enjoying it though she had no reason why. She hadn’t ever done this before. She knew nothing of physical arousal or hormones. It was something that was completely new to her and she couldn’t imagine enjoying it being so rough or taken from her.

She felt him thrusting against her but her mind blocked it out as she was trying more to get the dagger to move away from her throat. She did not want to die. She did not want to leave the world during this. He had said mother to his children but could he be not enjoying himself enough? She wanted desperately to move away but found she could not. She started to cry more the tears falling noisily down her face.

His words as he bit her ear sunk in and she sobbed and shuddered with both the sensual feeling of his teeth on her ear and the whisper against it. She felt him move and start thrusting more. She could feel him into her soul. She couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t even fight much. He moaned and she prayed to herself for it to be over soon. She felt him pin her extra against the wall and she felt a warmth invade her below. She cried and quieted herself instead of screaming. She whimpered softly as her own body was still aroused but she at least hadn’t cum from being raped.

Anything that the princess would say would be ignored at this point, since the Prince had gotten everything that he wanted from this night of fucking. He had been able to kidnap Irena without any problems, due to the idiotic way that she runs her kingdom. He was able to undress her and defile her in his own room, where her begging and screaming had only turned him on more. He now had the princess that he wanted to marry and birth a child with, along with a first step at breaking her to be his little slut. He hoped that she wasn't genetically unable to become pregnant, because if he had to take one of her sisters to fuck, then he wouldn't care at all. Poor Alexander, it wasn't always like this.

Alexander didn't care about her orgasm, as he pulled out of her once he felt that her womb was full of his cum. He saw some of his cum sliding out of her pussy and dripping down her legs as he pulled out of her, and he then kicked the dagger underneath his bed. He brought Irena back over to the chains and he chained her back up into that previous risque position, her legs spread with her cum filled pussy shown, and her arms up which pushed her breasts together. He noticed that her body was quite hot from the sex, and the pleasure. Maybe he would please her tomorrow, to get her used to wanting to feel it, to get her used to begging for cock. He grabbed the handle of the dagger from under the bed and he smirked as he walked over to her. "I don't want you to feel lonely." He replied as he eased the dagger into her pussy, pushing every inch until the barrier between the handle and blade was met. The handle was inside of her cum covered pussy, sticking out as though she had a spike outside her vagina. It was quite humorous. He then walked back to his bed, stripping himself of clothes and laying down. "Good night Princess." He replied to her, as he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

She whimpered as he pulled away from her. She knew that he had just used her body for his own purpose. It made her feel cheap. She was also trying to reason why her body had started responding to something so ravage and heartless. She closed her eyes as the tears ran silently down her cheeks. They paved small paths in the dirt that covered her face. She sighed as he kicked the dagger away and felt her own relief flood her that he seemed to be done with whatever his agenda was for the moment.

She hadn’t anticipated that he would grab her once again. She shuddered slightly as he touched her and whimpered before saying “please no” in a small weak voice. She had no room to fight and no way to get away. She fought only slightly as he repositioned her against the wall. It made her cry again and realize that her position was far from glamorous and she had no power in this land. She had nothing but her own sanity and even that was fleeting. Her breath still came in hard breaths. She waited until he walked away to show her face.

She watched as he gathered the dagger and then gasped as he walked back to her. She started to try and struggle. The glint and intent in his eyes causing her to panic wildly. She heard his words, just as she felt the handle push up inside of her. She groaned and hissed as he pushed it inside of her. She didn’t care to look down or try to see the spectacle that he had made her. She didn’t do anything but continue to cry. She heard his whisper of goodnight and she had to lower her head in both the shame that she felt.

The next day, the door had opened and two naked women had walked into the room. Judging by the fact that they weren't blushing, this happened nearly every day. The prince apparently loved to have naked bodies around him. Both of the women had stopped nearby his bed and had woken him up, by calling out his name and shaking him slightly. As the two women had turned towards the closet, they saw Irena and her being tied up. One of the girls giggled while the other had taken the dagger out and threw it aside. Both of the girls were twin sisters, and they looked like mirror versions of each other while naked. "Prince, would you like us to dress your new slave?" The girls had asked. Alexander shook his head and let out a sigh. "No thank you, just get me my robes, dress me, and get out please." He said. The girls were surprised at such a quick answer, but they agreed and dressed up the prince in purple and black robes that showed off his royal status. Alexander then turned towards his captured slave and he gave her a few slaps on the face, if she wasn't already awake. "Wake up Princess..." He said as he growled and then untied her legs. She still had tied up hands though. "A cook will come in to give you food in an hour. Stay there until I come back. I have duties to attend myself to." He said. He then left, coming back in 12 hours at night time. The prince let out a sigh as he let his robes fall to the ground, showing off his slightly muscled body and the scar on his chest. He then turned towards his princess and he unlocked her feet shackles, bringing her over to him at the bed. "Have you ever given oral to a man before?" He asked as he smirked, looking down at her. "You are going to learn now. Put your hands on my cock, and then take it in your mouth."