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The Empress (Google and Chanti)

Oh, he was good. His gentle words seducing not her body, but her mind. These last 24 hours had been the most exhausting of her life and it was terribly tempting to give in to him, to let him take the horrific weight of her worries and concerns and fears on his strong shoulders. This WAS the way it should be, she instinctively recognized that. There should be pleasure and kindness. She should be able to rely on him for guidance. But just because it was the way it should be, didn’t mean it was the way it was.



That still didn’t need to stop her from enjoying this, she decided. She could compartmentalize this. Allow him to wield this weapon of seduction and sex, but not permit the weapon to do her harm. She would allow a truce now and pick up the fight later. Her own whisper fluttered past his ear.

“A truce then. For now. We can fight again later.”



She allowed her soft naked body to slip free. Turning into a succulent, panting, naked girl wiggling on his lap, slick pussy juice coating his smooth, stroking fingers. A little mewling sound when his teeth teased her throat, flinging her head back and exposing her throat to him, her long silky scarlet hair brushing over his thighs. That baring of her throat screaming pure sweet submission as much as a kitten rolling on its back and baring its soft round belly. Slender arms clung to his shoulders, her breath hot and sweet on his ear as her teeth gently grasped his earlobe, her soft little mouth suckling on it.



She wanted to touch him as he touched her. Her fingers ached to touch the same cock that had raped her the night before, had caused her such cruel pain. Something inside her told her it would be different this time, something inside her wanted to feel him against her fingers, to see it in the light of day. In the sweetness of this moment.



But for all her boldness, she was too shy to ask. Too shy to send her hand sliding boldly to him, though it made a tremulous start of sliding down his body before it retreated, going back to his shoulder. The faint tensing of her body her only other sign of her shyness and confusion of what was acceptable.
 
She was responding to him properly, not just passively accepting the pleasures that he offered, not just going along with the rapture, but becoming an active participant and that was just what Michael wanted from her. Of course it was just the start and that alone wouldn’t be enough, it would take more then just her teeth teasing his ear to earn her anything approaching respect or a proper reprieve... but it meant there were instincts there that Michael could work with and exploit.

“Not a truce.” He whispered to her, fingers circling her clit, barely making any contact with the small bundle of nerves. This was a delicate stage, though he wasn’t being overbearing he still had to ensure that she knew he was in charge, that the balance of power between them lay in his hands. “You surrender to me, you cease the meaningless struggles and you experience the rapture that you deserve.” Expecting an objecting, almost certain that one would come, he moved to stop it by delicately slipping a finger within her, his thumb still carefully teasing her clit while that lone finger explored her.

Experience that had been honed with countless lovers and conquests was put to use, the finger curling within her and seeking out the most sensitive regions of her body.

Reading her movements, anticipating her desires, a strong hand grasped her wrist, squeezing tight for a moment before her hand was forced to move. “You should be bold.” He instructed her, voice still gentle but a firmness at the core of his words. “You are no slave, the woman who would be my bride, who will sit beside my throne, should not hesitate.” And he did not hesitate, moving her hand to his cock and forcing her to wrap her fingers around it, making sure her grasp held him just so before starting to move her.

Showing her how to work his cock properly, his eyes locked on hers as though trying to see into her soul, the finger within her matching the rhythm of the hand stroking his cock. After a few moments he released her hand, letting her set the pace, giving her a chance to learn.
 
Like an angry child, his insistence on clarifying what was happening between them left her feeling petulant and annoyed. She was trying to get OUT of her head, and he kept dragging her back into it. Surrender wasn't going to happen. Temporary truce, no matter what he said. What he said didn't matter right now. What mattered were those delicious strong fingers doing marvelous things between her legs. She licked her lips, torn momentarily between continuing their verbal exchanges and simply letting him think he had won. His finger curling in her melting core decided that for her. Her hips jerking as a soft sound of pleasure gasped out of her lips.



She froze when his hand seized her wrist. Fear flaring – a fear bred in the haze of agony last night. But that punisher who had so brutally raped her seemed to have vanished, and in his place was a teacher. A guide. Under his encouragement her fingers curled around him. The faintest thought that this cock she was touching had raped her last night, but she pushed the thought away. There was no victory to be found in that train of thought.



She looked down, petting him. Exploring his cock with her fingers. Soft fingertips gliding up and down, tracing the throbbing veined ridges. Her thumbpad tracing the slit she found at the tip. Curling her fingers around him, stroking him. Her eyes fascinated as her fist pumped. Slowly, at first. Her pressure hesitant. But then under his tutelage firmer, more certain. Gaze lifting, analyzing every reaction from him. Lips parted as her breath gasped out in little whimpers of pleasure, her cunt melting on his finger, sticky sweet juices drooling out all over his hand.



Accepting his command for her to be bold, her other hand slipped further between their bodies. Fingernails lightly grazing his inner thigh as she reached. Tentatively touching his heavy sac. Shifting, the tip of his cock rubbing against her flat belly as she stroked him, widening her thighs so his finger could get deeper. Her hips wiggling, silently begging for more. Curiously rolling his balls in her soft little palm.



Despite trying to keep herself out of her head, when she met his piercing gaze she felt her eyes slide away. Annoyed with herself for that weakness she jerked them back. Locking eyes with him, beautiful in her fierce determination to now allow him to subjugate her. Resolved to meet him on as equal footing as possible – even if they were both naked and she was nearly delirious with pleasure while he wasn't even breathing fast.

Damn him.
 
This, in the strictest and most legal sense, was not an entirely consensual encounter between them. Katie might be going along with what Michael wanted but the power that he had over her in that moment, the fear that she was feeling when he simply touched her wrist, and of course the hostage that was her friend... even if she was called a guest, made it so that the Grand Duchess really couldn't turn him away even if she had really wanted to. The question, at least for Michael, was how much she might really want to turn him away in that moment, was she going along because she had no choice, or were the primal needs that he knew how to exploit driving her forward in that moment.

Her hand moving over his cock, exploring on her own rather than simply being forced to jerk him off, earned her a small hiss of pleasure from Michael, his eyes actually going wide for a moment as her other hand found his balls and began to massage them. This was unexpected, this was a little bit shocking, but this was also just what he had dreamed of, his bride to be adapting quickly and learning how to do what was needed to make him happy. She might have been away for a few years, but she was still THE Grand Duchess, born and raised to one day be the ruler of the most powerful nation on the planet, an Empire that had stood the test of time and would soon enter a new golden age.

As her eyes met his, a momentary glance away before properly glaring at him with the sort of stubborn beauty that he hadn't really thought she was capable of. "That's more like it." He praised her, shifting his fingers slightly, a momentary break in the stimulation for her before it continued as a way to ensure he had her full attention. "You are going to be my Empress, a wilting flower of a girl won't be up to the task."

After a moment more, almost reluctantly, he took a step back from her, withdrawing his hands from her body making his way towards the bed, sitting on the edge and gesturing for her to come closer. "Come here, this time I want to look you in the eyes as I enjoy your body." A reminder of what he had done to her the night before, wanting to see how she reacted to the reminder, still toying with her even if it might delay the pleasure that was just moments away.
 
Naked. Exposed and defenseless. In the hands of a murderer, rapist, and slaveowner. Literally in the hands…. And still she lifted her chin, her eyes almost malicious as she ground out in a syrupy sweet voice.



"That's right. I am glad you remember I am your Empress." Her stress was on the title. His words had implied ownership. Her tone pointed out her rank. Only a born and bred royal could try to pull rank in circumstances like hers. But she was not going to die on this hill. Not just yet. That was a battle for another time.



She let him step away. Eyes following him as she stood. Wary again because the demon was on the prowl. Every cell in her body screamed at her to cover herself, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of watching her try to hide herself. Instead she stood proud and defiant. Lifted chin, squared shoulders, eyes flashing.



This time where her skin wasn't touching his, where his fingers weren't exploring her, was precious. She remembered why she was here – especially when his words subtly pointed it out again. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowed angrily. He reminded her that sex was a tool in her war, and this seductive dance in her old bedroom was just another battle. A battle where he held all the cards and the power – and she…she had to survive with her spirit intact. She could not lose herself, no matter how cunning his fingers was nor how much his hard body left her feeling soft and succulent and just a little bit lost.



She waited JUST long enough after his command. Just long enough to make the point she was not obeying him, she was making a choice. Even if she did not have a choice, she wanted to give the impression that she did. Impressions mattered. When enough seconds had ticked by she walked to him. It was only a few steps, but it was not the casual steps of a peasant, or the hip rolling seductive movement of a slavegirl. Katie's steps were precise and graceful and efficient. Her jaw was a little hard, lips a little thinned, eyes flashing defiance, naked tits jiggling deliciously. Enjoy her body indeed. Well, SHE was going to enjoy him for a change. This was nothing but play between bodies. Bristling, she stepped up close to him. Aggressive in her tamped down fury.



And then the heat rolled off his body and she felt the weakness coming on again. Her body eager to experience all the pleasures his dancing fingers had promised earlier. She grimly reminded herself again. This was not about her losing her virginity. It was not about feeling good. It was about gaining an edge over him – no matter how small that edge might be.
 
Her emphasis on the rank wasn't something that Michael missed, it wasn't something he was capable of not noticing. The same with her little hesitation, a momentary pause before she started to move, even the way she carried herself carried a message that was as clear as day to him. Among the average population of the Empire, the little signs might be seen as almost nothing, a moment that was needed to think or the slightest change in a voices pitch would be put down to any number of causes, but for the nobility there was always a deeper meaning behind everything. You weren't simply born into a noble family, you were raised for the role that you were expected to inherit.

Michael's father had run the interior security of the Empire, a job that would require a man that could be respected by the men and women that occupied the ranks out on the street doing the often thankless tasks. From an early age he had been raised to be just that kind of man, a role that was physically and mentally demanding...

But there was often the role of nobility, interacting with those who were on or near your social standing, those responsible for the other vital aspects of the Empire's continued existence. It was a role that came with its own language, body language and emphasis on particular words could mean far more than what would be seen by the staff who carried the food or secured their homes. Even on the printed page, the way that one chose to phrase things could change the meaning of a statement entirely, in the past conversations had been carried out regarding a wide range of imperial policies through the Op Ed section of various Empire sanctioned publications.

Perhaps her own training had been a little better than his, or perhaps his need was enough to make him forget himself for a moment, but Michael lost a hint of the self control, just the slightest slip as she slowly made her way across the room, reaching out and gripping her wrist to pull her in closer, forcing her to submit to his will... but also giving away an impatience that went against his preferred action.

"Don't be too cocky." He hissed to her, pulling her up to the bed and forcing her to straddle his legs, his member pressing up between their bodies, trapped between them. "The Empire is ruled by men, if you behave yourself and play the role I need, you will be granted some latitude... but you duties can be reduced to smiling, waving, and birthing my heirs if you push your luck too much."
 
As soon as his rough hands touched her, her cunt melted again. Heat flaring under her skin, her blood racing. She didn't understand after the brutality of last night, how her body craved his touch. Her graceful steps vanished as he jerked her towards him, forcing her to stumble and almost fall into his arms. The heat of his thighs burned against her core as he forced her to straddle him. His hard cock rubbing against the silky wet flesh between her own legs. She trembled against him, feeling so small and powerless. And for the first time she had a small understanding of the slave's submission to him. What must it be like, to give in to his strength and let him have his way? There was a brief spasm of longing, but she pushed it away.



No, she would not surrender. This was a war for her survival – this man would never allow her to retain her sense of self, would never allow her to rule as she needed to. He would break her and destroy her. She had to fight. He was correct. The Empire was indeed ruled by men. It always had been. Yes there were Empresses, but their husbands had far more influence then they had. The Empire was ruled by men, but men could ruled by their cocks. This man was so much more, but there was something there in that knowledge of his sex drive that perhaps would lead to her triumph over him. Then she could find some biddable man to marry and rule in peace.



This man was her test. To prove herself worthy of the throne she had to defeat him. She said nothing. The flash of anger and resentment in her eyes was his only response. Her hands slid between their hot bodies, fingers wrapping around his dick. She marveled silently yet again at how it felt. Soft velvet wrapped around a steel core. He was wet and sticky from rubbing against her pussy. He was going to fuck her. One way or another. He had the power here. She pretended the little thrill in her lower belly at the thought of it didn't exist. Her only power in this moment was to make sure he did not physically hurt her again, and she proceeded to use that power. Allowing her body free reign to do as it pleased. Her fingers stroking him, rubbing him against her clit as her mouth met his.



She kissed her rapist. A soft clumsy kiss, hesitant and bold at the same time. Her hips lifting. Last night he had forced the penetration. Today she took that out of his hands, guiding him to that flexing empty hole between her legs. Whimpering with pain into his mouth as her hips lowered. His flared, angry cockhead pressing against her, demanding admittance. Her silky wet flesh started to yield, to pillow around the tip of his cock. Again fear seized her and she paused, quivering there, unwilling to go further, unwilling to retreat.
 
She was being tested in more ways than one, far more than she might be able to anticipate in that moment. For the Empress to be, she might be trying to figure out if she could submit to her own needs without loosing herself, and while Michael did intend to test her in that fashion, but he also wanted to see how well she responded to his attentions in a much broader way. Less than a day before he had raped her ass while a slave watched and enjoyed the show, something he doubted the Grand Duchess could have ever imagined... and now he expected her to give herself to him in the most intimate way possible.

No words now, though he was about to comment on the glare that she gave him, interupted an instant before the words left his lips when she kissed him. That certainly caught him off guard but he wasn't going to complain, though he enjoyed being in control, feeding on dominance and power, there was a part of him that savored the unexpected boldness, being caught off guard. Normally his instinct was to take charge, to put any woman who sought to catch him off guard in their proper place, but this time he fought the urge. His hands moved to her hips, gripping tight and squeezing supple flesh, knowing he might bruise her but uncaring about that, needing to hold something lest his hands grab her and take charge in some small way.

As she moved, starting to shift down onto his cock, whimpering in pain, the small noises she made were met with a smirk from Michael, knowing that he was taking something from her that no one else would ever have. This a victory that was to be savored... only, she hesitated, freezing in place.

Michael's patience had its limits, and in that moment it was suddenly exhausted. Breaking free of the kiss his eyes met hers again, anger flashing as the hands on her hips forced her to move, to grind and squirm with the head of his cock just barely starting to penetrate her. "So close, your intent is clear Grand Duchess, let me help you take that final step." His tone was, of course, entirely mocking as he offered her support, the hands on her hips lifting her slightly, making sure she could just feel the kiss of his cock against her pussy, before pulling her down hard, looking to drive himself as deep into her as possible while gravity did most of the work.

"Remember this." He hissed to her, ignoring her discomfort as he delivered a simple message. "No matter what, you gave yourself to me today."
 
The pressure of his cock pressing into her was too much. Her mind flashing back to the pain from the night before, confused about the pain then and the pleasure now. He never gave her a chance to recover, to figure it out, to move on her own. That flicker of anger in his eyes was her only warning. Her heart bleating out a silent "Why?" in response to that anger before she was squealing as pain ripped through her pussy. Hot tears burned in her eyes as she sucked in a whining breath of air, trembling against him. His determined fingers dug painfully into her hips as he held her on him. Her thighs quivering. Her own hands flew to his shoulders. They were not thick meaty shoulders, but she was surprised at the power flexing underneath his skin there.



He wasn't balls deep in her. Not yet. But he was over halfway in her, the pain a wracking, throbbing thing. Ever so slowly ebbing as he ground out his taunt. She went cold inside, then flushed hot. Lifting her teary face to his, smiling almost cruelly despite the aching pulsing pain in her cunt.



"That's right." She hissed back, triumph flaring in her eyes. "I gave myself. You didn't take this time."



She conveniently ignored the fact that there at the last moment he HAD taken. Her virgin blood smeared on his cock. Sucking in another deep breath, firm young tits rising and falling. Wobbling on her chest invitingly. Dusky freckles shivering there on her skin. Her nipples hard and pebbly, a dusky rose color. She was naked and shameless about it, smirking at him as if she had him exactly where she wanted him. As if she had all the power here. It was a small triumph, but she took it and let it fill every cell of her being, relishing that tiny little victory. She had given, she had not been taken. As if to emphasize that, she wiggled those flared hips, pushing them down. Feeling his cock creep up inside her until she rose, pulling almost all the way off his cock. Then pushing back down again. Slowly fucking him, her eyes holding firmly to his.
 
The confidence she was putting off rang hollow to Michael, something insincere, something forced. Of course he wasn't too upset by that, false bravado was to be expected and she was doing rather well with it, just the right amount of confidence to sell it to someone who didn't have half their cock inside of her. She would need skills like that, the ability to sell a false narrative to the masses, to ensure the people who looked to her for leadership would listen to whatever they needed to believe.

Her attempt to challenge him though, hissing as though she thought she might be able to claim some kind of victory from what had happened, that was something else entirely. Michael was getting just what he wanted, the Grand Duchess had given into his desires and would soon understand that his victory was inevitable, and she was trying to pretend that she was somehow the victor. That actually did piss him off a fair amount, and when Michael was angry, in the throes of passion... of course he lashed out.

His hands both moved at the same time, the right hand sliding lower, from her hips to her ass, cupping almost gently for a moment before a finger pressed against her previously abused hole, pushing and exploring just to torment her and remind her of what had happened oh so recently. The other hand slid up her back, and at the same time his finger pressed against her, it was gripping and wrapping in her hair, pulling her head back to force her to break the bold eye contact.

"Who would have thought, my soon to be bride is a natural born whore." He mocked her as she started to move, happy to let her set the pace for the moment, not entirely liking what she said but appreciating how bold she was once she was given a chance. "Tell me my love, did your minders have the foresight to make sure you were on birth control? I'm sure your coronation could survive a little pregnancy before you are wed."
 
The man was a complete asshole. Her lips tightened against a whimper of pain when his finger found her sore ass. Each shift of his probing finger inside her sending off shards of pain that left her gasping. Involuntary tears shimmered in her eyes and she blinked them away furiously. She would NOT cry for this man again, it gave him far too much pleasure. It gave him too much victory. She would NOT…



But she was unable to stop the whimper of fear when his fingers twisted in her hair, jerking her eyes up and away from him. Could not stop her sore cunt from clenching on him in reflexive terror. She could have died in humiliation when his sudden aggression was met with a spurt of fresh sticky wetness bathing his cock. Deep down, she agreed with him. She was acting like a whore. Like some out of control slut who couldn't stop her body from craving him. Good thing she WAS on birth control...at least before coming here. Trying to hide her fear and shame, she lashed out.



"YOU call ME a whore?" Her slender throat worked as she snorted derisively. "You fuck near anything with a cunt and you think I am the whore here?" Rage tasted like iron on her tongue, her body transforming her anger to lust. Despite the pain and soreness she rode his cock, her sleek naked thighs pistoning as tears stood in her eyes. Her body melting on his, her silky inner flesh quivering, clinging to him.



"I fucking hate you. I will never have your baby. If I get pregnant from you I will kill it. But just because I hate you doesn't mean I can't get some enjoyment out of your dick." She knew as soon as she said it she had gone too far. She hadn't meant to say what she was thinking, she had just been so angry, so ashamed of herself, so helpless she had been unable to resist lashing out with the only real weapon she had – her words.
 
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The commentary on his predication to fuck whatever caught his eye didn't anger him in the least, if anything it served to amuse him, almost making him laugh in her face. It was clear she didn't understand the way things worked, perhaps because she had grown up in a sheltered environment or perhaps she just wasn't thinking clearly in that moment, but trying to piss him off by calling him a whore was entirely meaningless. A man could fuck as many women as they wanted and they would be viewed in an entirely different light than how a woman would be viewed if she had more than one lover.

After all, an Emperor was expected to have a harem and most of the nobility had a few slaves they kept around to fuck, but an Empress certainly couldn't get away with the same and any women of nobel birth had to be careful with any affairs they might have. His own exploits had even been covered in a few tabloids, though always in a more positive light with some allegations of predatory behavior and rape entirely ignored.

The rest of what she said though, that did piss him off and for a moment he was ready lash out. She might be The Grand Duchess, soon to be Empress, and his bride to be, but there was only so much she could say before there would be some kind of consequence. A woman of lesser status would likely be beaten senseless for daring to express such a thought. For a moment he was ready to act out on that impulse, to wrap a hand around her throat and choke the bitch until her eyes rolled back...

His hand even moved from her hair and to her neck, starting to tighten, feeling her pulse beneath his fingers, the tightening tendons and her windpipe. "The only reason you are still alive is convenience." He hissed to her, struggling to restrain his growing rage, the urge to lash out and hurt her for something more than just his own sadistic pleasure. "Once we are married, you will become far less necessary and you would be smart to keep that in mind." Slowly, with the hands on her ass and neck helping to support her, Michael rose to his feet, slow and steady steps taking them across the room as he pressed her back against a wall, no longer in the mood to passively let her ride his cock and far happier to savagely thrust into her. "Making sure your husband to be is fond of you would be a good idea."
 
Katie had gone too far. Once again, allowing her temper to push her over the edge of HIS temper – and his temper was far more dangerous than hers. His eyes suddenly shuttered, went cold. His fingers sliding to her throat. She stiffened, her jerky angry movements on his cock ceasing as she went from rage fucking his cock to freezing like the prey she suddenly was. Her eyes widened, fear finally flickering in them. She wet her lips unconsciously as anxiety rose up inside her. Her throat worked against his fingers as she swallowed hard.



She couldn't help whimpering when he stood, his arms of steel keeping her pinned against his body. His cock throbbing inside her. She clung to him, panting as her breathing quickened, nerves flaring. Her back hitting the cool wall as his hips pumped into her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, legs curving around his hips as she helped him support her. His fiercely angry words reminding her once again of her helplessness. How the fates of others weighed on her behavior. She bit her lip, fighting against her own indignant pride.



"I'm sorry…" She couldn't even bear to bring herself to say the words in a normal voice. Instead choosing to whisper them between grunts forced out of her lungs when his cock slammed into her. Despite her fear and rage she was wet and dripping, her cunt not interested in the least at their little war, snug and silky around him every time he fucked into her.
 
He wanted to tighten his hand around her throat, to squeeze until she went limp and stopped struggling. It wouldn't take much effort and she wouldn't be the first that he had done away with. In the back of his mind, half an idea formed, a tragic story about how the Grand Duchess had been strangled by some kind of radical who opposed the Empire and wanted to destabilize all they had built. Their engagement, though not widely known, would be more than enough for him to capitalize on, riding a wave of sympathy to the throne.

His fingers even started to tighten for a moment, his body unconsciously reacting to the rage he felt, her life hanging by a thread before words he hadn't expected slipped from her lips. An apology, something that people in their position almost never offered and he was taken aback for a second, his hand still on her throat but loosening up and letting her breath unrestricted. The movement of his body didn't cease though, he kept thrusting, pounding against her with an almost frantic energy and need for his own release, another way that he could own her.

"You can't win." He hissed, his tone softening, the anger still there but fading away almost as quickly as it reared its head and took control of him. "Struggling, fighting me, trying to deny me what I want... I have been waiting to claim the throne for years and won't be stopped by anything. If you submit to me, if you stop fighting, then I know you will be happy. Anneli fought me at the start... and if you force me too I will break you the same way I broke you."

It was the easiest way he could spell it out to her, submit of her own volition, or be broken...
 
Katie didn't realize how close she came to losing her life in that moment. Her new Master's thick cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt, her bewildered eyes fixed on his as she clung to him lest she tumble to the hard floor. She felt his fingers tighten. Felt them release. And never once thought he actually might kill her. She may not have realized how close she came to death, but she clearly understood the simple challenge he spread out before her. Her breaths came in panting soft grunts now as his cock brutalized her sore pussy, his strong lean hips slamming what little air he permitted her to breathe out of her lungs. Blood roared in her ears. Her tight teenage tits rubbing against his chest as he pinned her to the wall, impaling her soft naked body.



It would be so easy right now to give in. So easy to submit to his demands. To live that easy life of luxury, giving him a few children and then set aside to live her life quietly. She could see it vividly in her mind – letting him use her body as he pleased, giving in. Not having to constantly fight him AND herself for control. The war between them had barely been enjoined and she had lost so much. It was exhausting to keep fighting, and she was so deeply tempted to give in. To bury her face in the crook of his neck and surrender to that impossibly strong man making all these horrible demands of her. But Katie had been bred for the fight.



She said nothing, offering no subjection or challenge with her words. But her soft grey eyes met his, flashing with defiance. Her sharp little kitten nails dug into his back. Her sleek naked thighs wrapped tightly around his as she flexed her pussy, squeezing his cock buried inside her. Pain twinged, she ached as if bruises were deep inside her. Her raped ass ached. Her soft throat working under his fingers. A shiver raced through her body as pleasure swelled, her naked flesh prickling with goosebumps. A faint whine escaped her, a soft needy sound as he fucked her, his body slamming against her clit. Each deep thrust rubbing her raw nerves, sending shards of pleasure and pain ripping through her. She was close – even with all the abuse. So wet she was dripping down his swinging sack.
 
A foolish man might conclude that her silence was a form of surrender, she wasn't actively fighting him, she wasn't arguing or insulting him. The acid tongue had been stilled and surely that meant that she was giving up the stuffle and his victory was in hand.

Michael wasn't foolish though, he was arrogant and vain, enough to let him suspect for a moment that it had perhaps been that easy, that maybe she was ready to give up and accept the life that he could offer her. Sure, it wouldn't be exactly what she imagined, Michael had some thoughts about how the arrangement of the Empire should be changed up, that an Emperor shouldn't be limited to only a single wife...

The spark in her eyes made it clear though, Katie wasn't going to give up. The nails digging into his back drew a hiss of pain from him, unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, hardly a masochist but he understood that a touch of pain could heighten the experience, broader and even more enjoyable than it would be otherwise. He was close, so very close, it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge...

The whine, the slight little whine from her as her legs wrapped tight and her cunt clenched was all it took. A few frantic final thrusts, looking to push her over the edge along with him before Michael buried himself within her as hard as he could, his cock driving deep within before it began to twitch and jump, ropes of his seed pouring deep within her as his eyes rolled back and a groan of pleasure escaped his partially slackened jaw.
 
How it was possible to hate someone so much and still find pleasure in their body, Katie didn't know. She had come before, it was not her first orgasm. But it FELT like her first as the pleasure sent her spinning, her blood roaring in her ears as his hips slammed into her, jerking her naked body against the wall as his groan vibrated in her body. She wailed in pleasure, her hips jerking helplessly in his hard fingers, nails scoring deep marks in his back, her hot wet cunt spasming around him as if milking the last of his seed from him. Her head fell forward as she gasped for breath, resting in the crook of his shoulder. Her hot breath fluttering against his damp skin. How? She utterly loathed him, but she could not deny the pleasure he gave her. A pleasure in sharp contrast to the brutal rape the night before.



Her entire body throbbed. Sore and bruised from the rough handling he had given her. Tingling from the orgasm he had given her. An orgasm so fucking intense that others she had in her past could hardly be called orgasms. For the smallest of moments, they had worked together and it had been glorious. Again, she was tempted to give in. To follow his direction in everything – because he would never accept less than complete submission. Almost immediately she dismissed the thought. There could be no surrender. She would have to destroy him. There was no other option. Too many lives depended on it. He would drag them all deeper into the cesspool of slavery and totalitarianism. It was unacceptable.



Sucking in a deep breath, she marveled at his scent. He smelled of sweat, yes. And sex. Of course. Her cunt juice was dripping on his balls. But somehow, he still smelled delicious. Ruthlessly, she forced herself to straighten. Her eyes cool as she looked at him, her voice somehow steady.



"I need another shower."



As if what had just happened was a normal everyday thing, not something that had rocked her to her core.
 
His legs felt weak, that really wouldn't mean much if it were any other man but for Michael it was downright shocking and even a little offensive to him. He was a man of no small experience or stamina, he fucked whenever he wanted and he fucked whoever he wanted, even the heavily edited version of him that the public got to know about were aware that the man had an impressive libido and indulged quite often. More than once he had even been the red carpet date for young starlets at various premiers or awards events, coy interviews would later hint to the masses that the High Lord of Internal Security was a dynamo in bed that lesser men couldn't live up to.

And yet there he was, barely able to remain standing, his heard hammering, his breath ragged and just shy of an animal like panting, as though this was the first time he had ever indulged his primal needs. Of course, it wouldn't do to collapse and take a nap, giving Katie any sign of weakness at this stage could spell his own doom, so instead he steadied his legs with nothing more than the force of will. Blinking twice, taking a moment to recover, and a mask of calm control slid into place. Still holding Katie he turned and took a few steps towards the bed, dropping her as soon as he was sure that she would land on the mattress rather than the floor and letting her just fall off his cock.

Hearing her words he just looked down at her, ignoring his own need to take a rest and instead focusing on the image that he was projecting to her, naked, glorious, victorious...

"You can shower later, I quite like knowing you are in this state because of me." He observed, reaching down between her thighs, the mingled fluid of their mutual pleasure gathered onto the tips of his fingers and then rubbed across her lips, wanting to sear what had happened into her memories, ensuring that every single aspect of it was impossible for her to forget. She would never forget the feel, the scene, the sounds, and the taste of what had happened there just moments ago.

Another deep breath before Michael allowed himself to sit on the edge of the bed, just a little concession to his own momentary weakness. "I think it would be best if we reviewed a few affairs of the Empire, you have been out of the loop for a little while and while your approval is not needed... it wouldn't be proper if the Empress didn't know the challenges we face." Sure, there was no reason to push it right away, a few minutes for a shower wouldn't really hurt, but he wanted to exercise the slightest control over her, no matter how petty... and he was very capable of being petty. "Is there somewhere you would like to start?"
 
Katie blushed furiously as her naked ass landed on the bed, his cock sliding out of her with a wet and humiliating gush of sex fluids. She forced herself to look up at him, her face burning. Trying to ignore his softening cock inches away from her face as he stood in front of her, their combined cum drying on him. A sudden urge to lean in and lick him clean flooded through her. She rejected the impulse immediately. But if that wasn't her enemy standing in front of her, gloating? She would have slurped him right up into her mouth and sucked him clean. Instead, she sat there stiffly on the side of the bed, fighting the instinct to slam her thighs shut as his fingers toyed with her soft wet flesh. She knew by now any denial of her body to him would bring immediate retaliation, and she wasn't ready to bear up under that right now. Not only was she mentally and emotionally exhausted after that thorough fucking, she was terrified if he tried to abuse her anymore today she would like it. They way his cruelty and dominance excited her body today was something she was simply unable to deal with.



When his fingers smeared their sticky sex on her lips her eyes flashed rebelliously up at him. But she said nothing, offered no verbal or physical protest. Choosing her battles. She had no hint of how weak-kneed fucking her left him. He seemed annoyingly normal, as if the entire thing had left him entirely unaffected. She resented that. She had enough of a regard of herself that she felt she should have left some impression on him, but he gave no hint that she had. Her chin came up when he sat beside her, lips thinning. Oh, he wanted to discuss the state of the Empire, did he? She would be more than happy to do so.



Her voice was deceptively sweet, her smile vicious. Her chin lifted, eyes flashing, looking imperiously beautiful despite sitting next to him naked, his cum still drying on her inner thighs.

"Oh, I think that is an excellent idea." Her cheerful tone was a warning to the wary. "Hmm, the state of the Empire…how about we begin on the abomination of slavery? How you and your fellow psychopaths refuse to allow people to live their natural lives as free people? How they trick young girls into sexual slavery where they are denied any rights at all – even the right to live without the permission of their master?" She twisted her voice at that last word, betraying her hatred of it.

"Or maybe we can talk about the poverty inflicted on those in the outer ring, how they are refused the right to lawfully work in the inner ring, just because they 'might'…" She used her fingers to make the quotes, sneering. "…be related to a rebel or even, gods forbid, be one! When really you are just making them rebels by denying them redeeming employment, basic government services, and even decent healthcare for their children Oh, and lots not forget how life in the outer ring is held as a threat over the heads of those in the second ring, making sure they live in fear lest the government exile them to the outer ring. Or maybe…" Her smile brightened even more. "Maybe we can start with how the Empirical Military is being used to bully independent kingdoms and countries outside of our borders, creating ill-will from the top down. I would love the chance to talk about these things."
 
For a moment Michael had felt weak, relatively weak at least. The shakiness of his legs and the hammering of his heart were something rather unfamiliar to him, feeling unsure about himself in even a slight little way was a foreign experience to him, something that he hadn't felt since he was a child...

But he was recovering quickly, far better than Katie was as he took a few deep breaths, tricks he had learned during the training he had gone through helping bring his heart rate back down to normal, his legs feeling steadier almost immediately, and his composure returning even as she asked the questions that she had on her mind. It was a good thing too because, if she had asked those questions while he still felt that moment of doubt, it likely would have led to trouble for the young Empress to be. The tight control that Michael kept on himself, chains of strong composure that were as much a part of him as the political instincts that had been beaten into him since he had been young.

The topics she brought up, her tone of voice, clearly she was trying to provoke him, trying to piss him. Maybe she was just trying to do it for no reason other than to get under his skin or maybe she was trying to learn something from how he reacted, the girl would be clever after all, but Michael remained calm, leaning back a little and even chuckling at her air quotes.

"Shall I address your points one at a time?" He asked, reaching over and casually fondling one of her breasts even as he thought of what to say, giving her nipple a light tweak just to tease her a little, to demonstrate the difference in relative power between them at the moment.

"Calling slavery an abomination is laughable because it is one of the most natural things in the world. The strong rule over the weak, those with power will use it to control those without. As it stands, slavery is legal within the Empire and has been since it was founded by our forefathers, the first Emperor and his Council enshrined slavery into the laws of the Empire. Slavery has become a corner stone of the Empire's economic power and it doesn't just benefit those of us at the top, take Anneli for example. Her family had almost nothing, they struggled just to feed themselves, by selling her to me they were able to afford a better life for their other children, the sacrifice of one for the many." Of course that wasn't his own personal reasoning for supporting slavery, but one that he felt might complicate the world view of a young woman who tended to see things black and white.

"Now, as for those who live in the outer rings and the other regions of the Empire with endemic poverty... I actually agree with you, to an extend. I am the man responsible for the internal security of the Empire but even I can recognize how being overly harsh with the laws and punishing whole families for the crimes of a single person only leads to a cycle of resentment and rebellion... but your father and Emperors that came before him set those policies in place and I do not have the power to make changes. Once we are married and assume the throne, we can discuss easing up on those policies, incrementally of course." A half truth one that one, he did see that she had a point but he also felt that the draconian measures worked, to an extent. Offering clemency to those who turned in dissidents though, forgiving families if they served the Empire's needs, could allow for the best possible situation. The fear of punishment keeping people in line, the chance to find mercy encouraging citizens to turn each other in...

The final point, that was the one where she stood on the shakiest ground though and it made sense. There were things that the average citizen wouldn't be aware of, things she wouldn't know because of how long she had been away. Still fondling her, he paused before continuing, giving her a moment to process what had been said while he contemplated his next answer. "Grand Duchess, how much do you remember about the founding of the Empire?" A rhetorical question, because it wasn't just a history lesson for the likes of them, but instead a part of their family lineage, the actions of their ancestors creating what they would soon rule. "How our very forefathers forged an Empire out of the collapse of a nation in ruin. In the time the Empire was born, many other nations were also falling into squalor, some of them became a part of the new Empire, while others fractured or became mere shells of what they had once been. As it stand today, the Empire is the most powerful nation on the face of the Earth, we have control of perhaps a third of the planet, either through direct rule or economic and diplomatic agreements... but we also have many enemies, Emperors past have not always been delicate in their dealings with the rest of the world. The bullying you speak of is a projection of strength, reminding our enemies that we are strong." Another pause, another twist of her nipple, idle fingers playing as he readied the pitch that he had been looking forward to making. "My dear, I suggest something radical to bring an end to that... the Empire should expand, annex the weaker lands around us and then push further. It would be ambitious, and take decades, but I believe that with the two of us on the throne, the Empire could rule the entire world."

And there is was, his full ambitions made clear, he didn't just want her, he didn't just intend to be the Emperor, he desired nothing less than to dominate the entire globe.
 
Katie bristled at his condescending chuckle, as if she were a child challenging her teacher for the first time. Something cute, something entertaining, but definitely not something formidable. In truth, could she blame him? She was barely out of childhood. A mere seventeen years to his….how old WAS he anyway? Their life experience was worlds apart as well. He had been wielding power for years, whereas she had just started to come into her power only to have it snatched from her – by him. Her narrowed eyes turned up to his face. She resented everything about him. His experience. His power. His physical strength. His self-control. Even his damned size. Sitting next to her on the bed, he made her feel inconsequential. Powerless. It didn't help that she was bare ass naked, her tight teenage body on full display. His cum drying on her thighs, her nipples still reddened and ever so slightly swollen from the friction of rubbing against his chest. She shifted uneasily and couldn't help flinching at the twinge of soreness deep inside her.



She stiffened when his fingers toyed with her breast, the supple flesh soft and pliant under his fingers. Shame flushed through her blood, but so did heat. How could it be that his casual manhandling of her made her desire him? How could ANYTHING make her desire this evil bastard? Red crept down her cheeks – a violent burning red that made those pretty blue gray eyes flash angrily, her lips tighten, her back straightening. That movement served only to slide that silky flesh against the rough pads of his fingers. The almost gentle twist of her nipple made her breast throb, her empty little pussy pulse eagerly. The bastard was making it damned hard to concentrate as he began their discussion.



Her hatred of slavery was something she had learned young. Her status as the daughter of the Emperor meant she had no real friends. Her best friend had been her nursemaid, up until her father had bribed the woman to leave her. But it was not until she had run away straight into the capable hands of General Moore that she was taught to really hate slavery. Hours had been spent teaching her about the harm slavery did to both the society that tolerated it and the individuals it touched. She shook her head, denying his explanation of slavery.



"Just because something has always existed does not make it right." Her cool logic cut through his defense. "And it is hardly justification of slavery to say 'It can save people from these terrible policies we have in place to grind people down into the dirt of poverty. It would be better to change those policies and then they will not need to sell one of their children into slavery in order to feed their other children."



But his explanation of their foreign relations left her nearly breathless at the scope of his vision. And some terrible part of her LIKED it. She was the product of generations of people bred to power. It ran in her blood. The lust for power was something that would always be inside her, no matter how much she preached equality. And for just a few glorious seconds she saw it. The two of them ruling side by side, supporting each other as the grasping fingers of the Empire closed around the entire globe. She would still have to fight him for power, but it would be a completely different fight than the one she was fighting now.

Ruthlessly, she pushed the thought away. It was unacceptable. People she loved were in danger. The people of the Empire were in danger. So much hinged on the world being rid of this devastatingly handsome, equally ruthless man sitting beside her. His eyes watching her oh so carefully as he toyed with her breasts.



"Perhaps if we were to make the Empire fairer to everyone, then it would make the lives of the citizens in the other countries better." She admitted carefully, before continuing on. "But that isn't going to happen under you, is it? Slavery will continue. Abusive laws and regulations will continue to stifle the lives of citizens. So having the Empire take over those nations and kingdoms would do nothing better for them. They would fight, because it's better to suffer under your own government than that of a foreign one."



She took a deep breath, shifting position just enough to slide that soft titmeat away from his fingers.



"I would like a shower, and then an opportunity to visit with Heather." She phrased it very carefully. A request, not a demand.
 
He knew what her objections to slavery would be before she even spoke, he had heard them all before, most often from protesters who were being hauled away for some stunt they were attempting to pull. It was cute that she thought she might be able to talk him over to her side because, in a very real way, the Empire depended on the slavery that she was objecting to. Of course most people just thought about the sex slavery or the people who existed as little more than house keepers for the exceptionally wealthy... but more than a few industries the Empire depended on were primarily composed of slaves. Munitions factories, food processing, mining... all along the outskirts of the Empire, far from the mind of a woman who would soon rule the entirety of it, there were countless facets that even the poorest of their citizens depended on that allowed them to live even a halfway decent existence.

Rather than be drawn into further debate on that topic though, one he knew that he wouldn't be able to sway her on right away, he ignored it and instead smiled at how she had responded to his argument for Imperial dominance. It was something he had been dreaming of for years, he was literally twice her age and his dreams of a stronger Empire that spread across the globe had existed before her very birth. A simple fact of history, those that did not continue to grow, those that did not expand, would eventually fall. The shark that stopped moving, would die very quickly and from his perspective, that was what the Empire had become. An apex predator that had grown content with the territory it had, that had ceased to be aggressive and properly expand, just the occasional skirmish on the boarders where a few hundred square miles would be exchanged.

Her comments about his intend, his desires, just made him chuckle, he had seen the flash of hunger in her eyes, the raw ambition that lurked beneath the carefully controlled surface. Their upbringing had been similar enough, different in the details but the expectations were almost identical. They were to be composed and calm, they were to be in control, and while Michael had a temper he was able to reign it in rather well for the most part. In front of her, he was letting his guard down and that was a mistake, he knew it, but he also knew that she didn't have quite the same control that he did.

As she shifted, pulling away from him, Michael bit back on that anger he felt, irritated that she dared to deny him what was rightfully his. Her body, was his, if he wanted to paw at her, if he wanted to fuck her, if he wanted to choke her unconscious... his will be done. She hadn't accepted that yet, in time he knew she would, but a little bit of patience and understanding would serve him well.

"If you don't fight me, if you accept the inevitable, that we will be married and that I will assume the throne, you will be able to... influence me." He explained, picking his words very carefully, not wanting to mislead her even a little bit. "There are some things that won't be changed, slavery will not be abolished, my ambitions to bring the entire world under Imperial control won't be set aside." The hand that had just been molesting her tits drifted down her body, fingers lightly grazing her skin and stopping just above her pussy, to illustrate a point he was making.

"You gave yourself to me, I can take you whenever I like, and if you ever refuse my needs, then I will." Of course she knew that, he had already demonstrated that before. "I'm pleased you did as I desired without a fight, and I see no reason not to indulge you. A quick shower and then we can have lunch with Heather... and I will leave the two of you after lunch, I have a few things that I will need to attend to." A pause then, stretching out as his eyes narrowed, a thought occurring to him. The past days had been hectic and he had to remember what day of the week it was, what the date was. "Tonight, at Eight PM, there is an annual event that I have been attending for the last few years. I was going to skip if this year because of your return but... your good behavior just now makes me think that perhaps you can be trusted to behave yourself. At Seven Twenty tonight, I will expect you to be dressed, on the lower end of formality." Slowly he rose, stretching as he did so. "Go, shower, I'll have Heather brought back and something to eat prepared for us... I'm famished."
 
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