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A Commoners luck, A Princess' bad Luck (Nurse_K and I)

She gagged as he began to hit the back of her throat. Her instinct pulled her away from him, but he held her hand fast in his hands. She struggled a little bit, but she gave up fairly quickly as he was much stronger than she was. She whimpered softly as he went harder and faster, she was held completely immobolized there as he fucked her mouth.

His comments frightened her. If he was doing this to her, she could only imagine what else he would want to do to her.
 
Mintues went on, but to Winston if felt like hours, as her continously fucked her mouth his his cock. The texture, the moisture and the wentess was diriving im crazy. He was almost ready to put inside, but he knew that she would have to have her work for it first.

In on motions he dislodged his cock from her mouth, and gently lifted her up to her feet. Though moment she was on her feet, he pushed her gently on the edge of the bed, and lowered his head, and pressed himself between her thighs.
"I thought I'd give you a little preview of things to come.... you and your king are going to have so much fun." he finished grinnign deviously. Gently, he pulled the panties covering her pussy aside, and stroked one finger on her clit He blew on it gently.
"That's your award if you behave nicely."
 
His motions as he pulled her up, pushed her to the bed, and pulled her away were almost seamless. She was leaning back against the bed, her heart thumping wildly as she thought that he was going to push himself into her brutally. Her hands clenched the comforter on the bed and she gritted her teeth in preparation. But that's not what happened.

She gasped as his finger stroked across her clit, it made her twitch a little. Her eyes widened and she looked down at him, she hadn't known that she could feel a sensation like that. She shivered when he blew on it, arousal beginning to flow through her now.
 
He continued on the moment he felt a slow response of arousal emitting from her. The moment that I happened, his tounge gently licked her clit. He he pushed her on her back gentlly. He was nibbling now, his fingers constantly stimulating her. In the mean time his voice rang through the room quietly suggesting how much she's enjoying this.\

"Look at your face it's pathetic..." He would say. "You should be grateful I even let you feel a moment of this!" His tongue stroked her clit.

"Well.. are you enjoy this?"
 
She began to wriggle the more he licked at her. She couldn't understand how he was making her feel this. She hated him, every piece of him with every fiber of her being, and yet he was giving her this pleasure. Her face twitched a little bit and she nodded, "Y-y-yes..." she mumbled, her mind struggling with what her body was telling her.

She looked up at the cieling of the room, trying to block out who he was. She wanted to feel this pleasure, she didn't want it to go away, and yet she did not wat him to be giving it to her.
 
He pinched the very surface of her clit tightly as he finished up devouring her wit his mouth. The sensations, the juices, her moans were all he could absorbed as he saturated himself with her presence. He noticed her looking at the top of the ceiling. In the time that he tested a little of her limits, as well as forcing her to half submit. He knew that he would have a long way to go before bringing his "property" under his control. He figured he had to return to base to attain a few i "items" he used during his days at the tavern..

"I'll be right back... you wait. You try to escape, Well not like you can try, the door will be locked. You try to escape and there will be reckoning. You sure as hell be prepared to welcome me with a lighter attitutde when I return..." With those last words he departed the chamber, swiftly locking the door with a key he procured from the king earlier.

Several hours later, he returned with a small sized box that has a handle, in hand. He knocked on the door.
"my slave my slave... Are you there?"
 
She hadn't tried to escape while he was gone. She had half fallen asleep on the bed, her legs pulled her to her chest and her face stuffed into one of the pillows at the head of the bed. When she heard him unlock the door she jumped up and went to sitting. She eyed him as he walked in with the box, wondering what could be inside of it.

"I'm...I'm here," she said awkwardly, in an attempt to be pleasant. She didn't really want to be pleasant to him, considering what he'd done to her earlier, but she thought an attempt at it would be better than him throwing her down on the floor again.
 
Winston entered the chamber his figure proud, his eyes leering at his would be prey. His meat and his new toy for the kingdom. He walked over to the bed, and opened the chest revealing his little tool kit of horrors. Whips, clamps, chains, a gag for the ages, a crop, and so much more. He turned over to the princess of the kingdom that would soon be his and muttered
"Be prepared to scream like the tramp you are..." He said, he grabbed her by the hair, and forced her on her knees in front of him. He wripped off the top part of her gown and, took the rope from his little "box" and tied a complex not all around her body. He force her on the bed, her rear up high and began to slap the bear ass he exposed to himself.
"You screams of pain and pleasure are like music to my ears, my dear sweet toy..." HE said placing a delicate emphasis on "toy".

It was going to be a long night, and no one would ever help the princess avoid the possible new heir to to the kingdom and throne. A new era would be born in this bed room.
 
Her eyes grew wide with terror when she saw the kit full of terrible things. She whimpered and flinched, pulling as far away from him as she could without him noticing. She screeched when he grabbed her hair and forced her down, sobs escaping from her easily. She was such a mess, she could barely contain herself. She screamed again when he threw her onto the bed, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear her. But then he crushed all of those thoughts. He was right, no one would help her. Her father had given her to this man, this filthy commoner.

"Please, please!" she whimpered just before he began to slap her exposed ass. Her face was pressed sideways into the soft comforter, her arms tied behind her back. "Please, don't hurt me! I'll be good, I promise!" promising to be good was the only thing that she could really do. She had no way out of this, she was going to have to do what he wanted one way or another. It was better for her if she tried to just obey him the first time he asked her instead of making him punish her and have her still end up doing it.
 
He gagged her mouth, to silence her screams, and pulled out a whip, and bended her over the bed. With the hips he began to work her ass elegantly like a violinists works his little music. The rhythms of her pants and moans and screams were music. Once or twice he would lick and nibble on her ears. His cock was rock hard, but yet from his view she wasn't tender enough to devour such meat.

The whipping of his new servant and princess. His eyes were that of a demon in an a spoiled angel's bedroom. When her ass was red enough, from the whip, he used his bear hands to pinch and knead her ass. He bend over and kissed the welts on them before he continued on with his hands. By this point, he was ready to take her. The first stage, began with his hands reaching and teasing her clit.
"Such a filthy princess, can you even make promises even after the attitude you showed me when I entered?
 
He was breaking her spirit quickly and easily. When he whipped her, she screamed. When he kneaded her, she gasped and whimpered. When he touched her, she couldn't help but moan. She had been so strong against him just hours ago, and now she knew that she had no way to regain her former dignity. She was breaking, and fast. She couldn't stop it, she couldn't go back. She wasn't in charge anymore, she was at his mercy.

She nodded again and again at his question, "Yes, yes! I promise, I swear. I'll never be rude to you again, ever!" she sobbed, crying from the pain he was giving her, the shame she held, and just how badly she wanted it all to be over. She would obey him, she would. Anything to avoid this pain again.
 
He had sensed. That last whimper of hope. That last bit of pride. She was his now. His thoughts swirled with so may possibilities of what he can and can have her do at this point. He pinched her ass. And said one more things.
"Then I'll hold you to your word. You are to call me Master from now on then...." he finished demeaning her, and forcing her to step through that last gate of submission. The stage was set, and now to have some more "fun."

He looked through his box for a small jar, carrying a cream substance inside it, dark read, and malicious looking. He flipped the Princess on her back on the bed and waved the jar threateningly in front of her.
"In this jar, is a cream which drives even the most modest of nobles to the edges of the pleasurable mountains. Once I apply this to your pussy, It'll set you in a passion of sexual fire." He said with the most evil of smirks. He opened the jar, removed the cream, and applied it over her sex, while his looked over at her waiting for her pupils to dilate in the most grandest way.
"Do you know what.... I'm going to sit here and watch as you beg for my to take you for my own. You going to have to convince me to fuck you brains out. .."
 
She didn't really like the idea of calling him master, but if it meant that he wouldn't hit her anymore, then she would do it. She grew nervous when he flipped her over onto her back, her legs naturally spreading some. She looked at the jar and grew even more nervous, a thousand different uses popped into her head for what that cream could be far. Sexual fire hadn't been one of the uses she'd thought of, but she was glad that was what it was. If she was going to have to stay with him and be his little submissive (which was obviously what was going to have to happen), it would be better for her to enjoy it.

A few seconds after he applied the cream to her pussy her pupils did dilate. A flood of pleasure washed over her, but it was a teasing pleasure. It teetered just on the edge of exstacy, and she was yearning to cross that boundary. She began to wriggle, her face growing red as her body temperature rose. She looked over to him, her eyes full of lust and desire. "P-please," she moaned, barely able to form words in her state, "M-master," she was able to spit out the word fairly easily, "please take me....please, please. I'm begging you!"
 
His fingers, reached out to her pussy. His eyes gave her an intense stare. This was it. He would have this night. She will lose everything and he,... He will gain everything. His mouth went over her mouth, and for the first time, he kissed her gently. It wasn't a soft and tender kiss though. His tongue danced wildly in her mouth. It was as if a wolf was tenderly licking and tasting her flesh. His hands reached to her pussy lips, and gently, he spread the cream out further along her pussy. A finger entered through those wet lips, and his tongue moved from her mouth to her ears.

"Take you...." Winston whispered both authoritative and seductively. " take you and do what..." His mouth moved down to her nipples and gently, she went and bit the side of her right nipples. " There's just so many ways to take you..." His hands raised in the air, and gently he began to slap her slit using force that was between the stroke of a pen and the swing of a sword. "Already so wait... I love it."
 
She wriggled wildly as his fingers played with her tender pussy, spreading the cream over her even more. She couldn't believe the intense burning passion she was feeling. She moaned and gasped, her back arching tightly as his fingers slid inside of her teasingly. Her skin was hot and she'd begun to perspire a little, her body screaming for gratification. She whined high when he bit her nipple, her primal instincts had set in. She just wanted to jump on top of him and screw him wildly, like a feral animal.

"Take me...and screw me. Please, master, please! I want you so badly," she begged him, lifting her hips up to meet his hand as he slapped her. She looked at him with her desperately horny eyes, her chest heaving up and down as she waited for him to gratify her. She could barely remember the times before now, about hating him and him hitting her.
 
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