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Sleeping Beauty (Haruchai & Malicious Lullaby)

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Jan 9, 2009
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On my knees, in between his legs.
It had been one of those mistakes that not only affected her but her entire kingdom. One prick was all it took for a sleeping curse to befall her, putting her and her entire kingdom into a deep slumber for five hundred years. It was the kind of sleep that didn’t age someone. Everyone looked the same. No man grew a beard, no child aged, and the ever beautiful Sleeping Beauty didn’t age either. Her golden hair was like it always was, not grown in length, neither did it wilt or hinder away the beauty of it but the brightness was dim.

Acres of roses and thorn bushes covered and permeated the premises of the large castle. For centuries, the tale of the sleeping princess transcended all throughout other kingdoms. Young princes who were looking for some kind of eternal glory of waking up a beautiful maiden and her kingdom would scour the lands to come across this majestic fortress. Only they would meet a slow and painful death as they became among the thorns, with no one to help them. So among the thorns and rose bushes, skeletal bodies remained until they turned to ash, the remains of the helpless and hapless princes who tried and failed terribly.

Throughout the castle, bodies laid just slumbering, sleeping like there was really no tomorrow. They looked dead but they didn’t age, they didn’t decay, they didn’t wither away. They just remained. From the gallant and opulent halls, littered with dust but not taking away from the beauty of the structure of the entire place. Large oak doors opened into the naturally lit room of the one and only, Sleeping Beauty.

Lying on a large, plush bed, her golden hair strewn about her and wearing a soft pink gown of the finest silks and materials, she held a single rose in her hands. Her eyes were shut, her skin pale and milky white. She looked dead. But she wasn’t. She only needed life kissed back into her to return the subtle shade of rosiness to her cheeks, her soft décolletage and her skin overall.

Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the day a mighty brave prince with courage of a thousand suns to beat down the rosy and thorny path and claim his prize; Sleeping Beauty, Princess Helena.
 
Ser Elric Von Roehm, a courageous and skilled knight, had heard all of the talk about this Kingdom frozen in time. About the thick brambles that surrounded the place and that no man who had sought entrance had ever returned. Fanciful talk in Elric's eyes, though in some ways he knew it to be at least somewhat true. He'd seen it firsthand, as a comrade-in-arms of his had traveled to that far-off land and never returned. If this was true then Elric could not say, though as time marched on he felt a pull to that strange land.

Elric's dreams haunted him. Visions of a beauty with hair the color of spun gold, lying sleeping in a silk and lace gown. Her eyes forever shut until rescued by her valiant and true knight, who could wake her with but a kiss if his love were true.

The knight awoke from these dreams ina confused stupor, his manhood ablaze and engorged with want, such that he sated himself or ordered one of the scullery maids to his bed to relieve his lust. It had become so taxing that now Elric could hardly sleep and against the wishes and advice of his mother the knight set out on this journey.

Over plains and deserts, though forests and over mountains finally Elric's journey had brought him to the doorsteps of the Kingdom, the walls of thistles and brambles high and thick, unnatural in the way they moved when he was near, as if some vine would reach out and snag him to pull him to ruin and eternal slumber beside the skeletons of those that had come before. Yet Elric had heard of this, and come prepared, dousing his sword in oil and setting it ablaze he laid into the walls of thorns, hacking at them. So strong were they that sparks flew and this only seemed to spread the fire though, and the vines and brambles writhed as if alive, soon shriveling to ash, and Elric had gained passage to the castle beyond the walls.

The spired structure was formidable and once more Elric had to bring fire to bear, the doors barred and blocked y roses and thorns. At last he was able to enter and with blade in hand he traversed the halls of the palace until he found his prize.

There, lying in a state of repose, was the golden-haired beuty of his dreams. Immediately he became aroused, his cock straining at the bindings of his pants and though he knew of her innocence and purity the object of his lust and desire lay there, just mere feet away. carefully he cut away the thicket around her resting place and with a heaving chest he gazed upon her beauty, and caressed her cheek. She was warm and soft, unlike how he had expected and his hand traveled to her breast, that soft weighty globe giving way under his touch and Elric's breath caught in his throat. Lifting her skirts her sex was bared to him, smooth and pristine save ofr a tuft of downy hair upon her mound, that same golden color as her hair, and her smooth cleft begged to be touched and a single finger drew along her slit.

Unable to stand it any longer Elric clambered from his armor and soon he stood naked from the waist down, his cock proud and erect, thick and full, and he moved to the princess, spreading her knees and with lust in his eyes Elric filled her with himself. She was soft and wet, silky as he slid into her tight warm depths and he felt her body clamp around him, her core squeezing him and Elric threw his head back in ecstacy. As he claimed her maidensblood he kissed her and then he thrust into her, hard and fast and despite the fact that the magical slumber held her still, soft sloppy wet sounds could be heard as he plundered her body. Only as his hips slammed into her did she begin to awaken.
 
Rivulets of golden tangles framed around her face. Delicate and finely manicured fingers held a bright and vivid red rose close to her plump and pert chest, the softness of her sweet and milky décolletage peeking through behind it. Her body was still, her skin so pale and yet her lips looked healthy and pink, plump and begging to be kissed so that her agony and that of her kingdom’s would be put to an end. That even with the entirety of the castle being covered in tangles of thick bushes of roses, weeds and thorns, the sun could still shine through, shining its opulent light over the sleeping beauty to cast her in this iridescent glow.

Not even the sound of footsteps against the cold marble floors stirred her. She was as still as if she were dead. Only the softest of touches of his kiss stirred her. As she began to wake, Princess Helena was overcome with pain. She felt it deep inside of her body, originating at her very core. But it didn’t dwindle. She felt the movement above her, directly on top of her waking body and as something crashed right at her hips, she felt the piercing pain inside of her like someone had just stabbed her insides. But she didn’t bleed, she didn’t grow weak like her lifeblood was leaving her. She felt an heightened sense of pleasure bubbling to the surface underneath the pain allowing a deep moan to come from her.

Her eyes shot open, eyes like the gorgeous blue sky reflected in her irises, meeting with the source of her pain. A man. A very roughened looking man with eyes the same shade as hers, scruffiness on his face that could actually scare her and a strong hold over her body. The rose she held earlier was easily discarded and her hands flew up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly to push him away and off of her.

As her senses returned to her, Princess Helena was able to understand what had happened. He kissed her, yes, but he was also defiling her. The pain she felt was having her maidenhood wickedly taken from her as this man possessed her. But as he hammered his hips into her own repeatedly with a force to be reckoned with, her hands slid from his shoulders and moved above her head on the pillow. She gripped the soft plushy cushion beneath her head and cried out. Very quickly it seemed her body’s pain turned to pleasure. She was overwhelmed to the point of an unmistakable pleasure that consumed her, swarming through her core and gushing out, coating his thick steely rod of velvet in her nectar.
 
Elric truly was surprised. Not only was the sleeping beauty's tiny little pussy so receptive to his massive cock, sloppy wet sounds already coming from her core, but as she awakened from his kiss and realized what was happening to her, she struggled only for the briefest of instances before giving in to his amorous demands. The kiss, it had awakened her, and that truly meant something, as legend had it that only true love could awaken her. This would be something that Elric would reflect on over the course of the upcoming months, but for right now her pristine and perfect body demanded his attention. She was the woman of his dreams, quite literally, and now she was his.

Forevermore.

Elric saw how she lifted her hands above her head to clutch the finely embroidered pillow as he filled and stretched her tiny cunt with his thick cock, and she seemed, for all intents and purposes, to bow to his desires. save for one small thing.

Her gown still held her perfect milky globes within those fabric confines and Elric could see them bounce and move with every hard thrust, yet he wanted to see more. Rough hands grabbed the front of her gown, wrenching suddenly, the sound of ripping cloth exquisitely loud though now her breasts bounced free, pale skin punctuated by pink nipples, which now grew hard not only from arousal but as the cool air hit them, pebbling them. Elric growled and drove hard into her, looking down briefly, her swollen pulsing clit peeking from beneath its hood, her delicate pink folds stretched around his veined and potent manhood.

That was when Elric spoke to her. For the first time he spoke, and there were three words she heard from him. The first three words she heard from this man who had awakened her and now thrust himself into her. Not the words she might expect, but the weighty truth of them was evident and honest. Elric's eyes locked on hers, his majestic thick cock buried in her balls deep, so deep there was a divine pain to accompany the immense pleasure, and he spoke.

"You. Are. Mine."
 
It was a betrayal of her body to be so easily susceptible to him. The legend was true that only true love’s kiss would wake her. Did that mean this who was currently violating her, loved her? Was she destined to love him? It was a whirlwind of damning thoughts that flowed through her foggy brain, further confusing her since she didn’t understand. Which only punctuated the fact that she didn’t know why he was violating her like this, aside from the most obvious reason, just like she didn’t understand why and how her body could give in so easily.

He was rough. His thrusts were so deep that it felt like a thick and blunted knife constantly stabbing through her core. But her body, her senses, felt the pain and pleasure, rocking through her in a most delicious way. Her head tilted back and a deep cry of pained pleasure came from her. The sound of sloppy wetness as his cock ravaged her once virginal pussy was astonishing but in its own way, it was a bit…tantalizing. It was a sexy sound and even sexier feeling. Helena could feel herself growing wetter and it was embarrassing. Did she actually like what this brute force of a man was doing to her?

All too quickly, her dress was ripped from the front, her pert and full perky breasts exposed to him, her pink nipples hardened from the cool air and the erotic sensation coursing through her. Her cheeks flushed such a deep red and she tried to turn away from him but his gaze locked on her in such a way, Helena felt it would be unwise to try and push away from him. There was such an intensity in them, she wanted to wither but she only melted, oddly enough.

Her breathing came quicker but soon lodged in her throat as he staked his claim. You are mine. He spoke it with such a sureness and confidence to his voice. She should not defy him, she should not go against that very notion. Despite her body’s positive reaction to his plundering, her mind screamed against him. Her eyes closed and a deep whimper came from her. That was when she started to struggle again, ignoring her body’s submission to him and going with her foggy mind.

While Helena was still waking up from her five hundred-year long slumber, she knew herself well enough even after all this time, because it felt like it had only been yesterday when that wicked witch tricked her. It may have been five hundred years but Helena still knew herself well enough that she would not give into a man simply because he said so. Her body turned away from his while her hand moved to his chest, his very fine, hard-pained and well…muscled…chest. Feeling it, she stopped momentarily to just look down at him, her blue eyes raking over his very fine form. If he wasn’t so vicious in staking his claim over so forcefully, she’d be able to appreciate how fine of male specimen he was. “No.” She kept pushing at his chest with both hands now, wanting him off of her. “No, I am not yours. I am not anybody’s!”
 
There was no doubt in Elric's mind that she was his. Hi kiss had awakened her, her body accepted him, and in fact, her silky cream oozed out around his thick plundering cock, her violated cunt making sloppy wet noises because her body reacted so! There was no denying the fact her hot cotre welcomed him, and even as he would pull back, almost to the point of rendering her empty, her tight channel sucked at his cock hungrily as if it fully intended to empty his balls with no input from him at all! Elric growled and pushed harder, his balls slapping at her ass, though the last couple thick inches of his shaft met with resistance, and he knew he had reached her depth, and that the only thing left of hers to take was her womb. Which he fully planned to do!

Yet she struggled, pishing at him, and Elric growled, one hand going roughly about her throat. "Hold still, Princess and accept your Fate! I am your Master and ever will be!" he snarled, and his hand left her throat and they roughly grabbed her as he pulled from her wanting cunt, her tight virginal core spread from the violation though did not remain so. Elric lifted her bodily from the dais, her breasts bouncing and swaying and he growled as he ripped the dress from her, her only stitch of clothing nothing but an impediment to him, and one he wrested away from her, now making her nude.

Roughly he pushed her down, her flat taut belly pressed hard to the dais as Elric held her there and admiredher shapely backside. "Should you not wish to fuck me like a woman then I'll take you like an animal!" Elric hissed to her and holding her there would guide his throbbing cock into her. The look of pain on her face as he drove into her, even just barely the tip, was an exquisite pleasure for him, and he soon pulled her up so he could see how he stretched her. The sight was glorious and yet she seemed to try and bend around as if she planned to try and pull him out of her. Elric slapped her hand away and slapped her upturned ass. "I feel like I must punish you like a child! Fuck you like a dog and punish you like a toddler! Know your place woman!" he roared and drove into her, once more meeting that stiff resistance from her womb as he plumbed her depths and stretched her virginal cunt.
 
And yet, despite the fact she rejected his claim, it didn’t stop him. It didn’t deter him. If anything, he seemed all the more encouraged to take her and make her his. No matter how she hit his chest to push him away, he wouldn’t budge. This man was heavier than her, stronger than her and he had the determination of a stubborn bull. That when he pushed so deeply, a deep cry of both pleasure and anguish came from her. Pleasure for her body couldn’t seem to resist the foul beast that awoke her from her five hundred-year slumber. Anguish because she couldn’t fight against a beast that was determined to make her his against her will. It was one hell of a catch-22 if she ever knew one.

For a moment, Helena felt victorious in knowing that she was able to successfully push him back. But he didn’t go away empty handed. No, he took her with him and soon she was discarded of her dress like it was an abhorrence, leaving her nude. Her pert and shapely breasts were revealed to him, pink nipples hardened against the cool air that permeated the room. Her skin was soft, milky and smooth, not a single blemish, save for a couple of birth marks on the back of her legs but that only added to the intrigue of her curvy body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as he handled her roughly but soon she was forced down onto her stomach, that any chance of any escape was incredibly futile.

This man had every power to hurt her if he so chose it. By the way his hand had found her throat earlier, holding her down with a threatening menace, Helena had no doubt in her mind that if he so wanted to, he could truly hurt her if she continued to defy him. And yet, the matter of her pride and dignity were on the line, enough to risk her safety if it meant she could hang onto them for a little bit longer. If he took her like this so often, filling her with shame and having no regard to her honor and purity, or her stature as a princess, she wondered just how long it would be before she’d be an empty shell of her former self.

His cock forced back into her tight depths, stretching her so exponentially that it felt like her pussy walls were going to break, he was so thick and rough. Her hands gripped the bedding on the dais tightly and as he threatened to treat her like an animal for her constant defiance, a newfound sense of confidence surged through her. Helena twisted her body and tried to pry his hands off of her, trying to push him back but that only served to anger him more. He spanked her and a loud cry of pain came from her, the stinging sensation something she disdained but her body found it intoxicating.

He plunged deep into her each time, roughly violating her. Her hand once more gripped the bedding on the dais and she pulled so tightly, she heard a tear. Her cries were loud and full of pleasure and no longer could she ignore the way her body felt. She felt the rise of pleasure from this position, his cock hitting something profoundly delicious inside of her repeatedly that it made it difficult to hold back. Her body reached the full peak of pleasure and it just combusted, coursing through her like wildfire. Her body shook, her pussy gushed and she cried out deeply as the tremors of pleasure racked through her unwillingly. Neither did she try to dispel the feeling away. It was something else entirely and there was a part of her that wished to experience it again and again. And again.
 
Elric loved how she fought, loved how she tried to deny her pleasure even as her body betrayed her. Her hands struggled feebly against his muscled chest and he laughed a little at her meager resistance as he drove his cock into her depths, and in fact reached her limit with several thick inches left outside of her heated depths. The fact that her pussy clenched tight and gushed her nectar told him the true story of how she felt, how her body desired this very thing, and Elric slapped her ass again for her impudence, leaving a red handprint on her pale creamy flesh that seemed almost like a brand. There was an idea... Elric could brand her like one did cattle. The thought made him chuckle and he slapped her ass again, loving how that little bit of sharp pain made her cunt clamp around him in an involuntary tightening of muscle. Grabbing her hips Elric pistoned into her virginal quim with ferocity, several long deep thrusts, sharp in their intensity as he gritted his teeth in the effort, his balls slapping at her pussy, making her clit tingle with the impact as her breasts swayed and bounced under her, hanging like luscious fruit from her torso, her nipples peaked and erect, tight and taut despite how she tried to deny the feelings now coursing through her, and her tiny rosebud winking at him as if sharing the secret that her body truly craved what he was doing.

"Naughty girl." he chided her, for even trying to deny the pleasure she felt as he took her. It was the ages old double standard, and she even played into it as she tried to push him off of her, out of her, even as he filled her so wonderfully and her body reacted to it so favorably. For that he slapped her again, this time the other cheek, then again, alternating. Her ass practically glowed red, and Elric had not held back, and if the stinging of his palm was any indication then her ass had to be on fire, her pussy stretched around his fat cock. "I think I am going to take you home to Mother." he said and smiled at her, almost sweetly. Elric's pleasure was not yet ypon him, and he pulled out of her, the tight suction of her cunt producing a soft -pop- as he slipped from the deeply hued and swollen flesh. Her vaginal entrance gaped open a moment, holding that circular shape of his invading phallus before she closed, and he knew she felt empty, felt abandoned.

Roughly shoving her down, Elric pulled her down to him, her side sliding on the dais as he lifted one leg, placing the back of her thigh and calf along his body, keeping her legs lewdly spread. Such a wonderful position for the sleeping princess to be in, her sex opena nd exposed to the world, the flesh swollen in her arousal, red from friction, and Elric roughly slapped his hand across her wet snatch, her juices splattering her inner thighs as his fingers abused her sex in ways that she might never have imagined, and three of them pressed into her, stretching her and working in and out at a furious pace, creamy wet sounds as he grinned like a madman and his thumb roughly massaged her clit as his fingers invaded her.
 
Each time he laughed, she felt more shame sink into her. Pun…possibly…intended? She almost wanted to laugh outright at the very thought since that’s exactly what he was doing. Shaming her with each thrust he slammed into her. Helena wanted to damn her body for its submission to this merciless brute but she couldn’t. Because she herself was starting to enjoy it too. It wasn’t just her body, but her mind was giving in because the pleasure was escalating everywhere. In her body and in her mind, allowing her to find some enjoyment in the way he took her, even if it was the most humiliating thing ever. For this to be the way she was woken up…

Each spank he dealt to her was a stinging sensation that she was unsure of if she enjoyed or not. There were subtle hints of underlying pleasure but she didn’t want to give into them. She hadn’t wanted to give into any of it but she was and she feared that those spanks weren’t helping. Not only were they spurring him on but they were spurring her on.

The doors were sealed shut, so even as the throng of nobles in the castle rose from their centuries long slumber, no one could get in. The magic in the air hadn’t yet lifted and it allowed for no one to get in. So her shame and the question of her purity would still be intact even after this man finished his wicked way with her. Which seemed so far from ending.

He made this promise to take her home to his mother and somehow, the very promise frightened her. If he was wicked this way, surely he hadn’t fallen too far from the tree. His mother might be worse…Those thoughts were robbed from her as she felt him change their position, pushing her down onto her side and embarrassingly hiking her leg up. He was back inside and her eyes shut tightly, the sounds of lewd slapping skin oddly enough turning her on even more. That was when she realized that his arousal wasn’t inside of her. His fingers were invading her and so roughly. Her body concaved inward slightly and she cried out deeply, her dripping pussy squirting her juices and coating his fingers so generously. The pleasure coursed through her and the desire that had come to alive within her, begged for more.

“More…” She whimpered, the words barely coherent. “More…” She was lost to the haze of sexual need. If she didn’t get more, she feared the wrath of depravity.
 
Her whispered words and wanton moans betrayed her and Elric's grin was feral and lecherous as her dripping soaking sex seemed to suck at his fingers eagerly, like a babe at a mother's teat or more like her pussy was trying to milk his fingers. All her body knew was the pleasure of his penetration and tried to glean more pleasure from whatever entered her body, cock or fingers alike. That her fluids gushed out and squirted along his wrist and her body flexed in one itself only proved she was a wanton whore, no matter how much she might try to later deny that fact.

Her effluence puddled beneath her hip as her juices ran down her thigh, though was quickly absorbed by the fabric covering the dais she was upon. With a wicked smile Elric withdrew his fingers, her glistening lust coating those digits, and he spread his fingers, watching it strand between them and he moved to her, the swollen head of his cock teasing at her entrace and his fingers pressed to her lips, forcing themselves inside her mouth so she could taste her own lust, taste the depraved way iin which her cunt desired his invasions. Rubbing his fingers over her tongue he pressed into her once more and marveled at how her royal pussy stretched around him, a heated groan of pleasure ripped from him as he slid in and out of her.

The wet sounds of her core eagerly taking his cock and the sheer heat from her pussy soon had the knight on the cusp of his pleasure, and a few forceful thrusts punctuated his need before he pulled out. His thick veined shaft glistening much as his fingers had, and the finger vacated her mouth as Elric moved, stroking his cock over her. With his free hand he slapped her hard across her exposed breasts before he wrapped that hand about her throat and he held her down. With a pleasured sigh he began to spill himself. His balls tightened and the pulse along his length was strong as his seed exploded from him, the first strong expulsion splattering over her cheek, the next across her lips and nose as Elric came and covered her face with his semen.

"A gift for my Princess." he said, almost mockingly as he decoarated her face, her hair, with his hot viscous cum. When he was done and the tip of his cock merely oozed his cream, Elric grabbed a fistful of her hair to wipe his dick clean and began to get dressed. "You should gather your clothes, woman, for we have a journey to make." he said.
 
Soft coos, like that of a serene animal, sounded from her. Her eyes closed and aftershocks of pleasure coursed through her. Her hips pushed forward, as if her hot cunt was milking his fingers like they would spurt something the way his cock would. But no, it was more for just friction, milking more of that feeling that washed through her so deliciously. It was such a delicious feeling that she didn’t have the mental strength or capacity to think of the shame. She didn’t care at this moment. It all just felt too good.

Feeling the absence of those talented fingers, a soft whimper came from her and her eyes just barely opened, half way open now but her vision took a moment to clear, for understanding to dawn on her. Before it could fully though, she felt his body lean forward into hers, his fingers touching his lips and his perverse cock tease her slick, dripping, heated core. Her lips parted to allow his fingers into her mouth and for a moment she nearly recoiled. When it became clear that his fingers weren’t going to leave her mouth, she sucked deep, tasting her essence on them. Oddly enough, it was so erotic, she moaned a very soft appreciative moan around them which only grew louder as his thick cock once more stretched her so wide, she was filled to the brim. It was such a scandalous feeling but that’s what made it feel so good. She liked being invaded. Her pussy was so sensitive after her first-ever orgasm, it craved more. And he was giving her more.

The wet sounds, the lewd wet sounds, were so sexy to hear and she tilted her head back, moaning deep and without any more reservation. Helena gave herself over to the pleasure and just before he pulled out, those last few thrusts were enough to push her over again, giving her another orgasm. And as she came once more, his hand captured her throat, pushing her down and she felt the hot spray of something. Once it stopped, her eyes opened and she touched her face, feeling the sticky something. Bringing her fingers to her eyes, she saw the white substance and she felt shame, but she also felt like she had just been claimed and there was this weird satisfaction over it.

Just like that, he was gone, mocking her by calling it a ‘gift’ on her face. Helena sat up slowly, her body aching and sore but in this kind of salaciously delicious way. She sat up enough to just look at him, so dazed and confused. “A journey?” She asked, her voice a bit hoarse from being so unused for so many centuries. “Where are we going?” She pulled the scraps of her dress that remained over her body, using a sleeve to begin wiping at her face and her hair, but only slightly. “And I cannot possibly go like this. M-My—My family will see—I need to clean up first!” She protested.

Pushing her dress away and her face only half cleaned, she slid off the dais and on shaky legs, her feet touched the floor and she stood up. Immediately after she stood, her knees gave out and she fell to the ground, her knees hitting the stone floors a bit painfully but she hardly felt it. She could barely walk, as if having forgotten the use of her legs after five hundred years. She had been woken up in such a rough way, all her cognitive ability was suddenly flooding back to her at once but not enough in a way for her to use it productively. She’d need time before she could be independent of her own body and self, let alone to walk again. Her mind was awake and so was her body, but even when your foot fell asleep, it took a little moment or a few to be able to walk properly again. That’s how it felt like right now.
 
Elric didn't bother to clean himself up much, wanting the smell of her to cling to him, and as she wiped delicately at the cum on her face he turned and snarled at her. "Leave it." he commanded. She was marked, and was his, and all would know it at a glance. "I want your family to see. There will be no question that you are coming with me." With that Elric grabbed her, and hoisted her to her feet by her arm, wrenching the dress from her hand, as it was ruined anyway. Instead he wrapped her in his cloak, leaving her nude beneath. Guiding her, and making sure she did not fall, Elric would lead her from the chamber that she had rested in for so long.

It was out in the corridors, where servants and her family had also been roused, that Elric met with some resistance. Seeing that he was going to leave with the Princess, several servants blocked his way, most not looking at Helena in her disheveled state, and the mess her hair and face were in. Elric's sword cleared its sheath and though he did not brandish it to threaten those in the way, it was clear he would use it if he needed to.

Then, from further down the hallway, two figures could be seen approaching. It was easy to determine whom they were, and where Helena was the Princess, hher father and mother were King and Queen. They carried themselves with a royal and almost pompous air. as they approached the servants parted for them and Elric moved to stand mostly in front of Helena, his seed congealed on her face now, and his eyes never strayed from the King and Queen as they came to a stop in front of them.
 
She quickly stopped wiping her face and she looked down, a little shame creeping over her. He wanted her marked like this, so hideously? It was humiliating. But she didn’t want to defy him. He was a large and strong imposing well-built man and she already feared what he would do to her if she angered him or upset him.

A small squeal came from her at how roughly he pulled her up onto her feet. She leaned into him, needing his strength right now until all feeling came rushing back into her legs. She swallowed hard, fearful for what would be beyond the doors when they walked out. People would see her like this. She’d be forever disgraced. Yes, this man woke her up and not just anyone could do that. So there was something there, as if she was fated for this. But this? This didn’t seem like the true love she had expected. He seemed bitter, cold and cruel.

Walking out of the room, they were immediately crowded by servants, guards and others of the kingdom who would not let him take the princess. A lot of them didn’t look at her, out of respect for the princess, not wanting to see her or believe her to be in this state. But she was. Though she was thankful that they didn’t comment, jeer or slander her in any way than she already was.

Before anything could be said or protested, the King and Queen roused and carefully walked toward them. Her eyes widened seeing her mother and father, but they didn’t even look at her. They were staring at the man who was currently keeping Helena on her two feet and very much noted his sword at the ready if he needed it.

They stopped right in front of them and only then did they finally look at their daughter, taking in the state of dress she was in, or rather lack thereof. Helena looked down and she swallowed hard. Her father’s hand came out and he lifted her chin up, careful not to touch what had soiled her face. With a flick of his wrist, he backhanded her across the face.

She let out a small grunt and turned away into the man who defiled her, her hand coming up to touch her cheek. There was no blood but it did sting and it would likely bruise, considering the amount of rings that adorned her father’s fingers.
“Enough of that.” Her mother intervened and for a moment, Helena was thankful. “What’s done is done. At least the curse is broken.” She looked to the man that had broken the curse. “We are in your debt, good sir.” She directed to him. “Whatever we can give, so be it, as our most humble gratitude.” The Queen spoke, kind but it was noted how neither the queen nor the king would look at Helena. In their eyes, she had been a disgrace the moment she let this happen to their kingdom. And now that she clearly had been defiled, she bore none of their honor. She was impure, therefore unfit to be a princess.

“If it is her you desire to claim as your prize, no one shall stop you. After all, you’ve already claimed her as her prize.” Her father spoke and she slowly turned her face to look at him. He looked at her but she saw the disapproval evident on his face. “We will have no more curses brought about our kingdom. So away with this curse.”

She was a curse? For what had happened? It hadn’t been her fault. Any one of them could have fallen prey to the evil witch’s game. But setting an entire kingdom asleep for five centuries…perhaps that was an unforgiveable folly. “Father—“

“You are no daughter of mine.” He was cruel, brandishing the words so abruptly and without a second thought. Her mother did not even contradict what he said. She wouldn’t even look at her. And with this statement, those who protested around them backed away, following the lead of their king and queen, which in turn allowed for Elric to take Helena away if he had no protests of his own.

Helena stepped forward, her legs shaky but capable enough to hold her up. “Mother…please…” But her mother and father turned away from them both and walked back down the hall. Helena’s eyes watered and she made to move toward them but two guards held her back. “Mother! Father! Please! I didn’t mean to!” She cried out for them but they didn’t once look back or falter in their steps as they left her. Tears ran freely down her soiled cheeks and she watched in shock as the entire situation unfolded. They didn’t care anymore. They couldn’t forgive her and they saw her as an even bigger shame after her defilement.

The king and queen made preparations to send the couple off with whatever their savior would have enjoyed. Riches, gold, whatever he might have wanted, as a thank you. Meanwhile, Helena was left feeling numb, reeling from her eager banishment that her parents allowed upon her.
 
The atmosphere was not at all what Elric had expected, and so as the King and Queen spoke he sheathed his sword. They gave up their daughter without a protest in the least, his seed congealed and drying on her face even as they gave their edict. It was telling, just how easily they abandoned her and tossed her away and the smirk on his face as he answered her father was predatory. "It shall be as you say. I will take the Princess as my prize and one other maiden as well as a small chest of jewels." he named his price and arrangements were made, and as the King and Queen walked away that was the last that Helena ever saw of her parents. The castle handmaidens were presented, and Elric picked one of the younger females named Valerie. She came without argument, and immediately would help tend to Helena.

Elric did not seem to mind, though his did give the command that she not wash or clean the princess without his consent. Packing what things he could, and stocking the animals for the journey, Elric was soon ready to go. The magical throns which had blocked the way had wilted and melted to ash when Helena had awakened, so the exit from the castle was fairly normal, save they were not even bid farewell. Valerie had never even ventured beyond the castle walls during her entire life and seemed scared of the outside world, clinging to Helena, and the females supporting one another in many ways.

The departure from the castle was done quietly, and Elric led the way, his own horse leading the pack mule with their supplies and the females sharing an animal. The day passed slowly, and by the time dusk fell, the trio seemed tired. Elric called for a halt and pitched camp, the magical cottage he'd brought providing them both food and shelter and a warm bed, as well as a stables for the horses. The cottage was quite nice, with a spacious bed, an ample kitchen, and plenty of warm food as well as a rather large tub full of enchantedly hot water.

Elric shed his armor and weapons and said simply, "Bathe me." before he would move to the washroom. There he waited patiently for Helena and Valerie to attend to him, to disrobe and bathe him... among other things. Those might come later. "Tend to me, do all that I ask, and I will allow you to bathe and to eat your fill." he told them both. "Now, get undressed." he told them both, waiting for them to do so, and seeing if they needed any sort of encouragement.
 
Helena looked back to him as he declared that he would take another maiden with them. She wanted to protest but she stayed quiet. Whatever he wanted he could easily have. Who was she to protest? She had just basically been disowned and banished by her parents. Was she even a princess anymore? Maybe by blood but certainly not in actual title anymore. Not by the public shaming and humiliation she was dealt further more after Elric’s violation that her parents gave her.

A woman stepped forward and Helena recognized her. Valerie was third in line to her ladies in waiting, the daughter of a Duke and the youngest of them all. But she came without hesitation and even her parents who were in attendance among those who had awoken, said nothing. They knew better. Surely they all knew better because any resistance from them would likely earn the ire of this prince. They were a kingdom that had been asleep for five centuries. They were weak and could crumble and needed the favor of a prince from another kingdom. It meant an ally to look to should they need it in the future. Why would they ever mess that up? The sacrifice of a beloved daughter and a shamed one was worth it.

Helena and Valerie stayed close to each other, the younger one leaning on the exiled princess for comfort. She’d never venture beyond court before so this was new for her. It was new for them both because aside from going around estate to estate with her parents, or visiting smaller villages that were technically part of their kingdom, Helena hadn’t traveled either. This was new for the both of them and they followed quietly behind Elric with Helena trying to offer some reassurance and comfort to Valerie.

As the time of their journey wore on and night fell, the trio stopped to make camp and settled into the magical cottage he had brought with him. Both women were rather quiet but they were not able to eat, bathe or relax yet. They both knew orders were coming from him because it obviously wouldn’t be so easy. He would require some assistance from them both and why wouldn’t he? Two women, one barely clad and the other fully clad but both ripe in youth, perfect for plucking. It was open season for Elric.

He made his demand and both girls didn’t hesitate. Valerie moved quickly, standing in front of him to undo his chest armor and his clothing underneath, while Helena moved down onto her knees behind him and undid his lower armor and his pantaloons as well as breaches. They worked well to undress him and soon he was naked and ready for his bath.

But the girls didn’t stop there. Both of them went to the bath and through means of magic, Helena turned a knob and water began to flow from nowhere above them, filling the bath with magically enriched hot water. Valerie poured in some fresh oils that were scented and also soothing and as the tub filled, the aromas of the eucalyptus and jasmine filled the air. Steam rose up from the water and once it was filled, Helena turned the nob which stopped the water.

Helena stripped down from the cloak she wore and helped Valerie out of her dress. Neither of them expected him to do anything with them while he bathed, but common sense said it would please him to see them naked. Once they were naked, both women stood on either side of the bath. Helena held a loofa and Valerie held a small plate with a bar of soap. They waited for him to come to take his bath, so they could clean him and service him as he pleased.

There was a small sense of odd jealousy in Helena. Valerie was a beautiful girl. She was about five years younger than Helena, with a more youthful and soft body and a natural innocence that could tempt Elric. Considering how he violated her earlier, Helena shouldn't care but she did. She didn't like competition and considering he was now the decider of their fates, she wanted to be on his good side. But she knew Valerie did too and would do anything possible. Glancing toward the younger red head, Helena admired her youthful body. Soft, pert breasts, smaller than Helena's but nothing overly abundant or out of proportion. She was thin, but nothing sickly and only if she stretched could one count her ribs. She had a curvy figure, not a stick body, her bottom rather shapely and full, certainly not flat. She was beautiful and Helena felt...chubby in comparison. She certainly wasn't but she was a bit more voluptuous in areas, like her hips, her breast and her bottom. Both women were slender and fit, but Helena had a bit more give and she feared that Elric would prefer Valerie over her. Even more, she resented her own self for having such thoughts.
 
Elric smiled and let them do their work, his lean muscular form soon revealed to them both, and sucha specimen of masculinity he was! They might not appreciate it, especially Helena, but a woman could not ask for a finer man, and Elric knew it. He was well proportioned, and his manhood was all that a woman might want, semi-turgid now between his legs at the way they hoped to please him. Watching as they then moved to the small bathing area and ran his bath, used the scented oils, and then undressed as he had so commanded. Elric could almost smell the tiny frisson of jealousy coming off of Helena and that pleased him greatly. A little competition never hurt anyone and he was eager to see how they both reacted to him.

With a composure that only a prince could bear he strode into the room and stepped into the bath, hissing a bit at the heat of the water and soon settling himself into the tub. "Bathe me." he said simply, giving the command to neither in particular and watching with interest to see which one would jump at the chance or if they would both adopt the task and share.

Regardles of how the endeavor was started he soon turned to Valerie. "Tell me, young handmaiden, have you ever been with a man?" he asked. The question was not meant as a trap and Elric was merely curious. He did not reuire her to be a virgin, and had chosen her for her beauty. The prince was rather sure that she had many suitors, or at least men that wanted to plunder her most intimate of places, and so he was curious. She was his now and it was his right to ask. Patting the arm of helena he spoke and said, "This one was a virgin not so long ago. In the eyes of many she will still be pure for some time. It takes longer to truly break ina woman than one might think and I am sure that her pussy will be extremely tight for a long time to come." he said and chuckled, knowing he was probably embarrasing the princess.

"Don't forget to wash my cock. I'm sure you'll want it nice and clean to prepare for what is to come here shortly." e informed them and leaned back to enjoy his bath and the conversation they were having.
 
Once their prince stepped into the bathroom and slid into the tub with the grace of a majestic leader, Valerie was quick to the task to begin soaping him up. Helena stepped forward as well but she did not bend to the whim of his demand as quickly as the younger maiden had. But she was astonished at how quickly Valerie swiped that loofa from Helena’s hands to begin lathering up the soap on his arms, chest, basically any patch of exposed skin she could reach. She didn’t even seem to hesitate to clean down where the water covered—his lower torso, over his stomach, nearing his hips and the great expanse between his legs that any woman could vie for. Whereas Helena remained standing at his side. Immediately, he struck up a conversation with Valerie, as if the former sleeping beauty didn’t even exist.

Valerie glanced up, her hand slowing with the loofa over his stomach. She was taken back by how handsome this man was. Here he was, a prince, a wicked prince who had no qualms in exerting his wicked way over women of his choosing, but even she couldn’t deny what a fine specimen she was. Her naiveté meant that she was easily swayed by his demands. Considering the state that the princess had emerged from her room after her five-hundred year-long slumber, Valerie had no doubts about the way he could do as he pleased with a woman, whether it was truly pleasurable or brutal, merciless and just downright humiliating. She didn’t want to be at the end of his ire. She wanted to please him, impress him, be held in such high regard that she didn’t get the brunt of a terrible situation. Not that she’d necessarily wish that upon Helena but it was a matter of survival without losing herself. She’d choose herself. It was a dog-eat-dog world.

“I’ve not, Your Grace.” She answered honestly. “I was third-in-waiting to the princess, not yet of age. But I suppose, if you would, I am now 517 years old. I suppose I am more than of age for a proper courtship to marriage.” She replied, her voice soft but smooth, her speech accented but elegant, not lowly, and her choice of vocabulary a hint of her intelligence and education that she did possess, despite being a lady-in-waiting to a royal member of the crown, once upon a time.

As he began to speak of Helena like she wasn’t even there, Helena felt an anger bubble up in her. She wanted to make her presence known but she didn’t feel like giving in so easily the way Valerie did. But neither did she like that the prince seemed to be taking toward Valerie because of how eager she was to serve him. Stepping away as his words embarrassed her, she picked up some soap to wash his hair and then walked over, stepping behind him. She knelt down and reached her hand over into the water, wetting her hands and the soap. She brought in some scoops of water into his hair gently, carefully tilting his head back a bit so the water would not sting into his eyes. She then began to apply soap into his hair, lathering it up to wash it of the grime, sweat and dust of their earlier travels.

Valerie let out a small laugh, matching his chuckle about how tight a woman could remain, despite the many attempts in breaking her through the rough coupling of sex. “I understand. Just because you deflower a woman does not make her yours, neither does it make her subservient. It takes time.” Her words showed her eagerness and also the potential she had that he wouldn’t need to break her in just to get her to obey, the way he would likely need to with Helena.
Her reaction to his amusement set Helena on edge and it took all she had not to wipe her soapy hand over his eyes to burn them. Instead, she just remained quiet as she lathered his hair up, using both hands now to give his scalp a nice massage, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make him feel good.

Valerie reached the loofa down but eventually abandoned it when it came to the impressive organ between his legs. She used her soft hands to soap it up, simultaneously stroking it in the guise of wanting him to be really clean. Helena, noticing, lifted her chin up in slight defiance. “There’s no need to arouse it, Valerie. I’m sure it would not take him long to be able to rise to the occasion.” Both women looked to each other. “Then again, perhaps that is your intent. Though I highly doubt he wishes either of us to be clean. He’ll simply sully you, until you smell like him and his essence.” And now she was talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Her own little form of payback for what he did earlier, it being a great offense to her. Not that he’d care or seemed to notice. “It’s quite obvious he takes much amusement in a woman’s misfortune. I wonder where he learned to treat such fine maidens.”

"My lady..." Valerie protested, looking from Helena to the prince, an apologetic look on her face. "I apologize for my lady, Your Grace. I think she may be bitter from earlier."
"There's no need to apologize to him, Valerie. He does not take offense to such trivial musings. He feels nothing after all." It was a risky thing, potentially putting herself and also Valerie in danger of his ire. Quite frankly, Helena did not care. It wasn't him that didn't feel anything at all. It was Helena right now.
 
The smirk came easily to Elric's face as Valerie immediately set to work and Helena showed her reticence in jumping to help. It was an obvious delineation in who thought what and whom was willing to act and not simply be ordered about. A silence hung over them a moment after Valerie spoke and Elric addressed her briefly.

"Do not expect to keep your virginity long, young handmaiden." Elric said, not even knowing her name, nor caring. To him she was simply 'handmaiden', or possibly 'pet'. "I will be taking you to my bed this night and will expect you to be bathed before you come. As to you..." Elric said, turning his face to regard Helena. "We are adults, and having an adult conversation. If you have decided to be an infant and a petulant child, then you will be treated as one. Expect your punishment after we eat dinner." he told her flatly. His tone was not angry, and if anything a tinge of disappointment might be heard.

There was a small sound of pleasure as Valerie's hand stroked along his cock, the organ coming to life under her care and Elric's eyes darkened with want and they looked at valerie with a newfound appreciation. It seemed he had chosen wisely. The bath continued and soon Elric was clean, conversation having lapsed for the most part after the announcement that Helena would be punished at a later time. It was the anticipation of the act and the wonderment of exactly what it might be that Elric wanted to weigh on her mind - the not knowing as much of a punishment as whatever act he chose to punish her with. Which was something he contemplated during the more silent parts of the bath.

Standing from the water Elric was not shy about his arousal and his cock was impressive, or at least seemed to be to two women who were not used to seeing such things. Stepping out of the tub Elric allowed them to dry him and even had Helena use the whalebone brush on his hair. Now merely a bit damp Elric turned to the woman and said, "You two should bathe as well. Clothing will be made available to you, and those will remain here in the cottage once we depart in the morning and you will find them repaired and cleaned by tomorrow's dusk. Join me in the dining room once you have finished bathing. You are not permitted to wear clothing this night." His look toward Helena said that there was more, but he did not say anything else as he walked out of the room and left them to their own devices.

Once out of their sight Richard tended to things in the kitchen. It was woman's work, to be sure, but Elric found that he liked it, and it helped him clear his head. The large knife moved in a blur as he cut the vegetables and added some more to the large pot of stew that bubbled merrily over the fire. The smell of the food was now wafting through the cottage, and Elric was careful as the last thing he wanted was to get burned and he had also neglected clothing himself as he'd come to the main room.

Getting some plates and flatware Elric waited patiently for the girls and when they had come out, hopefully nude as he had instructed, and if not he soon rendered them so, he took a seat and beckoned them to come closer. "each night after you bathe I will be inspecting you. You are to remain devoid of all hair, save for your eyebrows and the crown of your head. Nothing under your arms, on your legs, nor between them. If you are found to be in violation of this, I will shave you myself. I will also check for any parasites and other things you might pick up on the road. You should thank me for this, as this is not just for my benefit, but for yours as well."

Elric then stood, his arousal from earlier certainly diminished yet not completely gone, and he said, "Stand up straight, shoulders back, and lift your arms up to shoulder height, straight out." Elric would help them if they did not understand, and would then inspect each one carefully, brushing their hair with his fingers, and assuming that they had used the whalebone brush also, which would get rid of most things in the hair, including tangles. His fingertips slid softly over silky skin and over arms and shoulders, then down over breasts and their torsos. It was not meant to titillate or tease, though it might do so, and he knelt, fingers trailing along thighs and buttocks, and both women had soft patches of downy hair between their legs.

"I will give you a chance to get rid of this yourselves." he said, "As you didn't know exactly what I might want." he addmitted. He was no monster and could not expect them to know his mind at all times. Taking his seat he then said, "Turn around and bend over. Spread your cheeks and your sex for inspection as well..." and on this he expected some protest and so he waited.
 
Helena just could not bite her tongue. She looked at him with a certain anger in her eyes that seemed so unbecoming of her. She always knew she had a bit of a feisty spirit but forgot just how much it could get her into trouble. “If it is an adult conversation as you say, then perhaps one will not treat another as if she does exist in said conversation.” She was quick to quip but then lowered her head in a mock submission. “Your Grace.” That last bit being spoken with a thick-laden sarcasm. Bloody hell girl, just stop it already! She really ought to listen.

While Helena remained silent throughout the rest of his bath, a little bit bitter that he showed far more kindness to Valerie immediately than to her, Valerie seemed to react well to the news of losing her virginity to him, most likely that night. This bothered Helena. Mostly because of the fact that the prince had woken her, something that just wouldn’t have come by to any prince, knight or brave man who traveled to break the curse. She knew that. Surely he did too. And the very thought seemed to depress her a little bit. For the most part, she didn’t care but there was that part of her that didn’t feel entirely devoid of emotion yet after being violated and disowned, that cared. And the very idea of the prince favoring Valerie over her…well it shamed her to be so jealous.

Valerie blossomed to his praise and Helena remained meek, finishing cleaning his hair as Valerie took care of matters regarding his bath elsewhere. As the bath finished and the prince rose, Helena looked away, her cheeks turning red at the sight of his fine form, whereas Valerie looked on in admiration and also want. As he spoke, both women regarded him, though Helena bristled a little bit as the look he gave her promised her for something more, something she might not like. Suddenly, she did not feel very good and did kind of regret her choice to insult him just because he may or may not have—which was really just subjective—insulted her.

After he left them, Helena stood, as did Valerie who rushed to her lady. “My lady…if I may be so bold, you must stop defying him.”
“I cannot simply stand by Valerie and not say or do anything. You know that of me better than anyone else.” She supplied.
“I do, but he does not, neither does he care. It would suit you better if you did not choose to constantly defy him in what he says or does.” She whispered.

Both women bathed. First Valerie, with Helena attending to her and then vice versa, with Valerie attending to her lady. “I’m humoring him.” She said softly. “I don’t doubt what he is capable of, especially after what he did to you. Please do not mistake it for my trying to hurt you or make him favor me over you. No, I simply wish not to attract his ire.” She said softly.

Helena sighed softly and she sunk in a little bit more into the tub so the water level came to her chin. She then pushed herself under the rest of the way to complete submerge herself, only to come up for air a few seconds later. Wiping her face, she sighed softly and looked to Valerie. “Then I shall try, to the best of my ability, to endeavor not to gain his ire any further.” She said softly. Though she would try more than actually succeed. She promised nothing after all.

After their baths, both girls dried themselves and tended to each other’s hair, drying it with a towel and arranging it as nicely as possible. Helena would try to be a bit more willing but she doubted it would do anything to save herself tonight from any punishment. Though any punishment wouldn’t be as terrible than to watch or observe as the prince took Valerie, especially if he was far more…gentle, tender and less forceful than he was with her.

They came out from bathing and presented their nude forms to him, moving closer as he beckoned them. As he spoke, both women looked to him and nodded their heads in unison. “Yes, Your Grace.” They both said but not in unison and Helena was a bit more soft-spoken than Valerie. But they had both agreed. Both girls straightened their posture as he directed and raised their arms to shoulder height, extended out before them. Helena seemed to quake at his touch, though not in the exact way he might have enjoyed whereas Valerie seemed to enjoy the affection. After what she said, Helena wasn’t sure whether to believe her or if she was simply that great of an actress. Then again, if it had been under different circumstances, she doubted even she’d try so hard to refuse a handsome man’s affection, touch or advances, so she could hardly blame her. But that didn’t mean she approved.

His final demand alarmed both girls, causing a red flush to color their pale cheeks. Valerie slowly complied, her hands coming around her back to spread her ass cheeks as he directed. That very act made her turn so red out of shyness and embarrassment to bare herself to him like this. And while she complied, Helena stayed standing, her hands clasped before her with her gaze cast downward. She couldn’t do it. It seemed so shameful, so embarrassing. And the look on Valerie’s face was enough to cement that because of how noticeably red she turned.

“Your Grace….” Helena started, but she kept her gaze down. “Forgive me, but I choose not to.” She swallowed hard. Rather than have some kind of outburst—it took a lot of control not to have some kind of illogical and irrational outburst at his demand—she was being as calm as she could. Hopefully he wouldn’t think it an outright defiance, but more hesitancy than Valerie’s eagerness to please, and rather than Helena’s earlier show of blatant disobedience toward him. “Not so much choose not to, but I find it embarrassing to be subjected to inspection as if I am mere cattle. And neither am I chattel.”

“Unless…” She looked up to meet his gaze and bit her lower lip hard. “You would allow us to do the same for you. If you check to make sure we are in our best conditions, surely we can check to make sure you are in your best after a long journey. More for your sake than ours…” And that last bit was spoken to sweeten the pot a little bit and hopefully take the anger from her technical refusal to obey.
 
Elric turned to Helena with a sweet smile. In fact, one could see how it could be downright charming, and the honeyed tone of his voice dripped out of his mouth like venom. "If one did not act as a child, then one might not have to follow those rules. Do not speak unless spoken to." he intoned, the last sentence a command, and no request nor subtle suggestion. The look on his face was as stern as his words, and at that point he was unconcerned just what sort of light she looked at him in. Turning back to Valerie he pointedly ignored Helena for the rest of the bath. Once out and dried, he reclined, nude, and had them come forth for inspection.

As he had expected Helena had to open her mouth, and Elric paused for a moment, knowing that a lesson must be taught. "It is possible I will allow you to inspect me, however, you have decided once more to give an opinion where one is not needed. For that, you must resign yourself to a bit of punishment. Valerie, you look quite wonderful, and as embarrassing as that was, you shall be rewarded for your compliance soon enough."

Turning back to Helen he half stood, his hand snapping out to grab her pale blonde locks as he pulled her down, retaking his seat and forcing her to his knees and between his legs in front of him. The thought of what he was about to do, and the violence in which he did it has his cock throbbing, and it had never went fully flaccid after the bath anyway. Keeping hold of her hair , which he had pulled taut, his other hand grasped the base of his cock and slapped her across the face with it. "Inspect it." he said, and slapped her again with his now throbbing member, the thick girth more than adequate to punish her with.

"Not close enough?" he asked, and pulled her head down to press her face along the underside of his cock and his balls. "See anything?" he asked and pulled her back to slap her across the face again. Once he was sure that she'd had a nice hard look at his cock he jerked her up and put her over his knee. "Children will be treated as such." he said and holding her down with her face practically buried in his crotch he slapped her exposed ass. Again, and again, and again.... slapping her ass until she squirmed and it glowed bright red, his palm almost numb.
 
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