Fit for a King (myself and Isis)

[DomG]

All the power in a country, the most powerful country on the Earth, that is what Jason had. He was the king of the most advanced, most powerful, and most wealthy nation in the entire world and with that status came all the power that he could ever want. Nothing in the world was beyond him, if he wanted something then he could reach out and grasp it, if he wanted more then it was as simple as having his nation conquer it... a powerful navy, the strongest air force, and an army beyond compare, there was no one that could challenge his nation and others had adopted a strategy of appeasement rather then trying to fight him.

This should make anyone happy but really all it did was make Jason bored, he was a young man of only twenty nine, standing six foot two and two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle, his jet colored hair fell to his shoulders and his eyes had a peculiar gray color to them.

The reason Jason was unahappy was because there was no challenge, his people were happy, other nations bowed to him to avoid any trouble and because of this he had little more to do then sit on his throne and wave to people, making the occasional ceremonial appearance but never doing anything. In fact he had just left one of those, a meeting with the president of a neighboring country who had brought a gift to earn some favor with him.

Not even able to raise the interest to look then and there Jason had just ordered it to be delivered to his quarters, which he was now entering, wondering just what had been brought to him and if it would amuse in the least. With a sigh of boredom he opened the doors to his primary rooms, ready to just go to sleep.

 

[Isis]

Elina was no stranger to hard work. All of her life she'd been in and out of households, in and out of servitude- she'd never had more than a scrap of cloth and her pride to call her own, but still the young woman harbored hope. Hope that one day, she'd no longer be tied to the wishes and dreams of someone else. She knew- knew in her soul- that her proficiency could set her free. Hard work. That was the key. Work to stay out of sight, work to not bare some master's child. Work to keep away from men, away from what could hurt her.

And it was no surprise that many tried. Elina wasn't too tall- maybe around five feet and eight inches- but her years of scrubbing had left her well toned under the soft curves of her figure, long curling golden hair and green eyes a prize for any man. Pale skin and deceptively innocent, full lips- she was beautiful, no bones about it- but Elina was still a slave. So, naturally, she hated any sort of authority. Especially the one who owned the plush room they'd thrown her in after those horrid men had introduced her to her new master. The one who they'd said would make her his whore. Her King, King of the most fearsome kingdom in the world: Jason.

They'd even put her in pretty new clothes for the bastard. Clothes that seemed to expose more than they relieved. Probably under the King's orders- arrogant thing that he was. He hadn't even glanced at her!

Oh, but she'd glanced at him. And what a sight he'd been- tall and strong and handsome. But still, a man. Still dangerous. Still the reason she was bound to a life of servitude. And she'd be damned if he laid one finger on her. And so, when the large wooden door opened to the room in which she stayed, it was no surprise that she hurled a bowl of fruit in the door's general direction, her new, fine clothes pulling at her body in odd ways.

She'd not go down without a fight.

 

[DomG]

When he had first assumed the throne there had been more then a few attempts on his life and Jason's reflexes had been honed to a razor edge by these. They had ceased some time ago but he was still quick and when the bowel of fruit came flying toward he ducked out of the way, letting it smash into a wall next to him and by some great deal of luck he managed to snatch an apple from the air as it bounced off the wall and toward his head.

“Is that really necessary?” He asked as he looked over her with a grin, licking his lips a little bit at the sight of what he had gotten his hands on, he had expected some interesting toy but to find such a lovely young thing all dressed up for just for his pleasure. She was a little bit rebellious as well it seemed, and for some reason this pleased Jason all the more, the thought of a challenge as he broke this young lady and bent her to his will, finally after years of tedium since inheriting the throne Jason had a challenge, something fun to do. “That bowel was an antique, worth a small fortune. If you hadn't thrown that then we would be off to a much better start.” He told her with a smile, knowing that now that he could see her it would be easier to avoid anything that she threw at him.

He started to undress as he advanced on her, removing the clothing that he hated but wore because it was expecting of him. First went the crown, it was just a simple band of platinum that sat around his brow, following this he tossed aside the coat of his suit and loosened his tie before beginning to unbutton his shirt, revealing a toned body earned through years of effort. “You are much nicer a gift then what I expected, if I had known that I was to receive a gift like you then I would have ended the meeting much sooner so that I could see you. Now why don't you be a good girl and remove that little costume so that I can examine my new property.”

 

[Isis]

Elina started, stepping back a pace or two. He was imposing and arrogant and attractive and . . . Oh, god . . . She was terrified. She'd never been with a man, never even let one kiss her- he didn't see her? He didn't- oh, what could one expect from a man who spent the entire day on his behind, telling a room full of politicians how to conduct his affairs. As far as Elina was concerned, "King" was a synonym for "slovenly." Her pride once again reared its head, and she stuck out her chin, trying not to watch as he shed his clothing.

"Well, you would have seen me if you'd have taken time to look. I'm sure the endless procession of people trying to appease you gets boring from time to time, but that's hardly my fault. And I am NOT your property." Elina, despite her brave tone, stepped back once more. Take off her clothes? Never. Not for him. Not until she was free. Not until she was with a man who cared for her, one she'd be with of her own free will. "I may be a gift, but I am no whore."

Goodness, she could see his chest, now . . . Blessed Mother, she'd seen many men, but surely none as fine as this. But dammit, if she had a child, she'd never be free of this life, never be able to make her own living, her own home. In an act of near-desperation, Elina made to step back once more- and fell right onto that big, soft bed. She blinked a moment- she'd never felt a bed before. Suddenly distracted and somewhat confused, Elina glanced to the seat she occupied- and then stood as abruptly as she'd sat.

"What I mean to say is, I can't do this with you. With any man. Not yet, at least." She scrunched up her nose and began fiddling with the lining of her almost-pants. Maybe now he'd leave, and tomorrow she'd be back to cleaning floors. Yes. That would be nice.

 

[DomG]

She was telling him no, this was refreshing. Jason was not used to hearing no, in fact he couldn't remember a single time that any woman had ever said no to him, he couldn't remember a single time that he had been told no about anything in his life. It had always been a simple as saying what he wanted and it was done right away, either by the person he was speaking to or by his guards if even the slightest sign of resistance was ever shown.

He was half way tempted to call those guards of his right now, let them strip her and hold her down for him while he took what he wanted from her. Jason was a king and she was a lowly slave, by law she was his property now and had no more right to tell him no then his TV had a right to not turn on when he pressed the power button. Pausing as he undressed with his shirt undone but still on he looked at her closely, as if trying to figure out if she was joking in some way.

That moment of confusion was swiftly replaced by a conflicting feeling of anger and joy, he was being resisted which meant a challenge to his pride, but also something that he could strive to over come. “You don't seem to understand how this works.” He said, keeping his voice level but a small amount of his anger slipping through. “You belong to me now, if I say you are to undress then it isn't a question, it is an order.” Advancing on her he reached out with one of his large hands to snatch at the clothing covering her chest and tear it away. “The sooner you accept this the less pain you will experience.”

 

[Isis]

Oh, no. He was taking off his shirt. Elina was fighting curiosity, fear, pride, hate, and a new sort of warmth that rose up at the sight of his strong chest. She didn't know why or how she'd gotten herself into this, but she had to get out. Now. And then he was reaching out, explaining the rules- oh goodness.

Oh God . . . This couldn't, he couldn't- but he could. And he was going to. And her full chest was suddenly very exposed to him, and she . . . She folded her arms to cover herself, cheeks flaming bright red. The fear she'd felt before bubbled forth- she couldn't even meet his eyes. No. No. No, this couldn't happen. And suddenly, without thinking, she slapped him- hard. "Don't you dare touch me!" Her hand was moving to cover her mouth as soon as the words were out. And just as fast she was scrambling back across the bed, her eyes wide in shock.

"I- oh! No, I'm sorry, I didn't- I'm just used to- the other men, they try, and I- oh, I didn't mean to- you have to understand, please- I've never even kissed a man before, I don't know what I-" She stopped once she was safely at the opposite corner of the soft, wonderful bed. She'd have to get one . . . One day. "I know I'll get pregnant. That's what happens, right? And if that happens, I'll never be free." She stared up at him, those wide green eyes fierce and yet strangely shy. "You don't even know my name. Not that you care, right? I mean, why would you? You don't even know the plights of the people you rule, why would you want to know my name?"

 

[DomG]

She had actually laid hands on him, she had struck him. It was not the first time someone had ever hit him but he had never once been struck in anger, in the past it had always been during a training exercise where he had expected to be hit at some point or another. His cheek stung and felt warm and some how he had managed to bite the inside of his mouth, he could taste a small amount of blood on his tongue. She would suffer for that he decided, before he had just wanted to scare her so that she would comply more easily... but now he was going to make her scream.

He licked his lips a little at the sight of her breasts, she really was quite lovely in terms of her endowment. Jason was going to enjoy those later on but right now he was much more interested in the prize that was between her legs, it seemed that she was untouched and innocent which made her quite the prize to be enjoyed. “I might have cared what your name was if you hadn't been so foolish as to strike me, right now your name is Slave until I decide to ask for the name you were given by your parents.” He growled at her, knowing he could use her fear of pregnancy to control her. “And as for pregnancy... I have been looking for a breeding slave for some time and I think that you will fit the bill quite well.”

Rather then continuing his advance on her he carefully removed his shirt and set it aside before sliding off his shoes and letting his trousers fall to the floor, standing before her naked and with his sizable erection standing straight up before him. “Now I am going to give you a chance to earn some favor with your new master, I want you to remove the rest of you clothing and crawl to me Slave... if you do this then I might be gentle.”

 

[Isis]

Elina blinked. Once, twice. Inside her head, many things were working at figuring the best course of action. She didn't want to have children- didn't want them to have a mother like her. A slave. Someone to be hidden and kept secret- someone shameful. She didn't want that for anyone. And so she glanced up at him a second time- never quite meeting his eyes. In fact, Elina couldn't quite make it past the rather impressive erection jutting out from between his hips. She stared, openly curious and still afraid . . . but she couldn't help but note how incredibly . . . handsome he was. She couldn't help the blush that crawled across her cheeks as she inspected her King, her "new master," as he'd put it.

Get naked and crawl? The blond slave swallowed down her pride, and shakily removed her hands from her breasts. She slipped off what was left of the shirt, fingers trembling as she wriggled out of her pants, her curved hips and moving delicately. Kneeling naked on the bed, she forced herself to crawl to the other side- and then down onto the floor, where she knelt at her King's feet. She'd done this many times before, only . . . Not naked.

Bending, she pressed her head to the floor in the manner a slave was expected. Her round ass stuck up in the air, her blond hair falling across his feet. "How may I serve you, Master?" It was like chewing glass to say it, but she got it out- and it actually sounded nice. Sweet, docile. Now all Elina could do was pray.

 

[DomG]

As she undressed Jason continued to examine her, finding her body without a single flaw, everything about it just made him want to pounce right then and there, to fuck her like an animal without a single thought of restraint of control. The best part was that she now belonged to him so if he chose to he could do that, anything he wanted to do to this lovely blonde woman he could and her objections would mean nothing.

As she knelt before him he smiled, he doubted it would be over just yet but for the time being he had gotten her to be a little more obedient. “Very good Slave, if you keep this up I might just allow you to have your name again.” He praised her with a chuckle. “Now lets see just how obedient you are. I want you to get back on the bed and assume the exact same position there that you are holding right now with your ass facing me.”

Not even waiting for her to obey him Jason turned away from his new toy, walking toward his dresser and from inside of it pulling a bottle of lubricant which he used to grease up his cock, he didn't really feel like going through the efforts that would be required to get her properly moistened and by applying a little bit of lubricant he could make her first fucking that much easier.

 

[Isis]

While he went about his business, Elina pulled herself onto the bed, her brow furrowed. Just because she'd not been acquainted with a male body didn't mean she didn't know how things worked. Mostly. She knew there would be pain- even with the gentlest of lovers. And he wasn't going to be gentle- she knew he'd not be gentle. He was cruel and horrid. Oh yes, Elina knew his type. She'd seen women fall, screaming, into their hands . . . It was a fate which she did not wish to share. But she would. And by this brutal act, by what he was choosing to do to her . . . He'd prove everything she'd ever thought of his kind right.

Spoiled brat. Handsome man.

But perhaps he wasn't all brutish lust- maybe, just maybe, he'd have a bit of pity. Elina was on the verge of tears. She didn't know what was going to happen to her, didn't wish to know the pain the others had felt. But she did wish her freedom. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, when Jason turned back to her. Under his gaze she started, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just scared." She sniffed once, those green eyes holding his for a moment before she wiggled back onto the bed. Elina followed her King's directions to a tee, her body prickling with sorrow and excitement, fear and that same warmth that she'd discovered when she'd first seen his bare flesh. The pink of her pussy glistened slightly as she situated herself on the bed, her ass round and perfect and open for him to take.

 

[DomG]

As he watched her assume the position he was struck by a new idea, it was true that by striking him she had done away with just about any pity that she could expect to have at that moment but he did have an idea about how he could show her a little bit of mercy and take advantage of her fear at the same time. He licked his lips a little bit at the thought that occurred to him, she was going to be servicing him any way but he would do something different from what she expected.

Moving up behind her he reached out to stroke her pussy, his fingers finding the slightest but of moisture as his palm cupped her cunt and ground against her, her clit trapped between two of his fingers and squeezed lightly. “You fear growing pregnant.” He whispered as he poured some of the lube out over her ass, letting it drip between her cheeks and down to her cunt where he rubbed it in, helping to lubricate her. “There is a way though that I can use your body for my pleasure without making you pregnant... not even the slightest risk.”

Moving up onto the bed he position himself behind her on his knees, his cock sliding down between her legs and over her cunt, sliding it back and forth against her slit. After a few moments he pulled back, pressing the head of his cock against her puckered ass, applying just the slightest bit of pleasure. “I am going to offer you a choice Slave, and this is the only choice that you have today... either I will fuck your cunt or your ass... however if you chose your ass I will go more slowly and start more gently then I would otherwise.”

 

[Isis]

She was so embarrassed- no one had ever touched her there. At his first pass, she jumped. At his second touch, she was confused . . . and it felt . . . good. In an odd way. The way he rubbed against her sent little shivers up and down her spine, mixing with that ever-present fear, and then shooting back down to curl in her belly. It was an odd sensation, to say the least. And then he spoke, and Eina's hearing perked up. What he talked of, was it possible? Oh . . . She almost smiled, almost forgave him the whole ordeal; but not quite.

And then the heat of him was against her, his body rubbing against hers in a rather . . . strange way. The strangest sound worked its way from Elina's chest to her lips, and passed without her consent. She moaned. Because, like it or not, he was good at what he was doing. Then he gave her a choice. And Elina chose the one he promised wouldn't get her pregnant, her voice soft and sweet against the sound of his body moving against hers.

"My . . . My ass. Please." The verbal admission that she'd rather have him violate her in a way that was vile and unclean rather than the alternative made her cheeks turn absolutely red. Not that he could see- she made sure her hair was covering her face when they started.