Kara: “Yes, my lord.”
Degladoth: “What was the price your Kingdom paid?”
Kara: “Myself and my sisters, 100 women in total.”
Degladoth: “And what became of the women?”
Kara: “Many were given the option to serve you directly. Those of us who refused were forced into your whore house. The witch, Asha, and her servant women raping us multiple times a day to prepare us for the armies of men we would be forced to service when they rotated in.”
Amalia began to imagine the swarming army coming and going like clockwork.
Degladoth: “And why are you on your knees begging before me today?”
Kara: “I have seen the way the women are used there; made pretty and taught to be graceful so that the soldiers can have their pick of the lot to defile.”
Degladoth: “And what of the ones who refuse?”
Kara (crying throughout): “Asha casts a spell. Those who accept of their own will become mindless, seemingly gleeful to be violated, molested, and raped. Those who refuse keep their minds, but lose the ability to speak or to fight. Some become like rabbits, some like dogs, some as horses, others still like pigs. Sometimes the men force the women to fuck each other. Sometimes the men force the women to satisfy actual animals. You can see it in their eyes.”
Degladoth: “And your fate, Kara, Warrior who was traded to save your King and Queen their own daughter?”
Kara: “I refused. Asha was training me to be a puppy when she stopped and sent me here.”
Degladoth (smiling): “How does it make you feel, the way Amalia treated you?”
Amalia was embarrassed but not remorseful. More like ‘she got caught, will apologize and it will all be fine’.
Kara wasn’t answering, seemingly confused.
Degladoth: “I didn’t approach Hazelmire; they came to me.”
Amalia did not understand, but something was telling her that she should be scared.
Degladoth: “I didn’t ask for a Princess; one was offered to me.”
Amalia’s butthole was puckering, she was not going to be able to talk her way out of things this time.
Degladoth: “Why don’t you show Amalia, former Princess of Hazelmire, who judged you for enduring; what the whores have taught you about that stick?”
Kara stood up and grabbed the stick. “With pleasure” she said grinning. Degladoth had the guards leave and ordered the handmaids to hold Amalia; on her knees, her arms spread wide, her clothes being ripped to shreds.
Kara and the handmaids looked at each other gleefully as Degladoth watched saying “Her butthole is mine. If she bites, break her teeth. If she fights, beat her.”
Amalia spit at Kara: “Fuck you!”
Kara wiped the spit smiling and slapping it hard onto Amalia’s beautiful face. “No bitch.” She leaned in and whispered “Fuck YOU” then shoved the stick hard into Amalia’s mouth forcing her to gag.
Amalia had never even heard of putting a dick in anything other than a pussy, using a stick in place of one, or of ANY of the things Kara had described. It was much different looking up at Kara, choking; than it was the other way around. Amalia did not like this at all and she showed it with her face.
“No bitch, you are going to enjoy it” Kara said, twisting one of Amalia’s nipples hard until Amalia forced a smile. “That’s a good little fuck” Kara taunted patting Amalia’s head.
Two of the handmaids were holding each of Amalia’s arms outstretched to her sides, the third was now behind her with a second stick.
Kara: “I was going to let you use the wet stick, but you just had to tell me to fuck myself, didn’t you?”
Amalia had eyes of confusion, the wet stick going in and out of her mouth. Then all at once her eyes became wide and a muffled scream was let out. The handmaid had shoved the dry stick into Amalia’s dripping wet pussy, every tiny ridge and bump feeling like mountains inside her. Her throat and pussy were being fucked when she felt a slap on the face “What a pathetic bitch!” Kara shouted.
The handmaids felt that Amalia’s arms were going limp, so they began slapping her ass, her body, and her breasts.
It didn’t take long for Amalia to turn red; she would be bruised tomorrow.
Kara and the handmaids pulled back and began undressing.
Degladoth: “Maids, take her to my room, the guards will show you the way. Kara, you stay for a moment.”
The handmaids dragged Amalia’s limp body out of the room. Kara was kneeling in front of the man.
Degladoth: “You will be responsible for her. Your sisters will be freed as a prize. If you fail, if you betray me, if you disobey me in any way – I will take you to your homeland, fucking your tight butthole along the way, I will have you bewitched to act like a horse parading your naked body for all to see, and I will have you trail me until I find a buyer for you, a filthy fat one who will buy you cheap. Is that understood?”
Kara: “Yes your majesty, I am yours and I will make her obey you.”
Degladoth: “Good, get my new bitch ready.”
Kara walked off happily to Degladoth’s chambers to wait with the handmaids.
When Degladoth entered the room, the handmaids were taking turns using Amalia’s tongue, making out with each other as they did so, slapping Amalia, grabbing her hair, playing with her nipples, hearing her squeal.
Amalia’s ass and pussy were in the air, Kara’s pretty face laying sideways on the small of Amalia’s back, her mouth open offering harbor for Degladoth’s dick. Amalia could feel drool dripping down her ass crack as she heard Kara moaning and gagging behind her. Then she felt the most painful pressure she had ever felt, her butthole stretching, she was screaming she realized as the handmaid in front of her pulled her face in deeper toward her crotch.
Amalia was humiliated, exhausted, and ashamed – she was ready to apologize, ready to beg. Her butthole and Kara’s mouth alternating taking in Degladoth’s cock. He was in her now, going back and forth, taking his time at first but pumping into her hard at this point. Finally, he pulled out of her.
“It’s over” she thought to herself.
Then a hand grabbed Amalia’s hair hard and dragged her around, her mouth open – out of instinct now, self-preservation kicking in. The smell of her own butthole in her nostrils as the cock entered her mouth causing her to gag for new reasons. Her head was held hard, she was choking, her eyes rolled up and her throat squeezing the meat hard as it throbbed visibly in her neck. He pulled out spraying cum all over Amalia’s face and hair. A loud slap was followed by “It’s okay bitch, you’ll beg when you are ready.”
The handmaids were told to restrain Amalia, then leave to a room which was waiting for them. Amalia was fitted with a steel collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs, each of which was chained to the wall – she was to sleep on the floor like this, covered in cum, drool, and sweat. Again humiliating.
Kara was to wash up then return, she was to sleep at the foot of the bed.
Amalia began passing out when she heard the door open and a pair of heels.
Degladoth: “Kara, I believe you know my wife, Asha.”
It was the witch. Amalia felt her worn out butthole pucker again as goosebumps formed all over her body.
Degladoth: “Asha, say hello to my new bitch. She is a Princess and a brat.”