This was his favorite way of breaking in his slaves. He waited to see how she would respond. Usually they were the same, but some knew enough of what was to come despite his best efforts to conceal his intentions. After two minutes of being anally penetrated by the King’s fingers 51 finally gave in to her concerns.
“M-m-my Lord I….” 51 stumbled. “I apologize I — ”
“What, my slave?” the King asked. “You may speak freely.”
“Your Grace I don’t know what you wish of me,” 51 said, “My training did not… I don’t recall being trained in what Your Grace is doing. What you wish of me now.”
“Yes,” the King answered, leaving most of his index finger buried in her dutiful rectum. “I forbid them to train you in this – to even speak of it – when you are brought here. I prefer to train you myself. I find the surprise, the shock, to be a purer way to enjoy my slaves. You are permitted to make any sounds and speak as you wish. You may not, however, resist me.”
“Resist, Your Grace?” 51 asked. The King chuckled as he removed his member from her young pussy and began coating himself in the oils of her meek little ass crack. When his tip and some of his shaft were lubricated the head of his swollen cock pressed against her virgin asshole, waiting to take the 18-year-old’s anal virginity regardless of her own readiness.
The King could not see her face, the one downside of the position, but 51’s eyes were darting across the room as she attempted to recall her training sessions and to summon any information that would help her as she was rapidly being overloaded with new feelings, good and bad, in places she had never experienced. She had little time to plan as the moment she recalled a group of other slaves in the harem giggling over a joke they claimed she would understand later, the King’s left hand gripped her left hip, firmly keeping her in place.
His right hand guided the tip of his manhood forward and she felt the completely new sensation of a massive, royal cock push through the resistance of her untested sphincter. The first inch of His Grace’s assault on her ass began. 51 gasped as he took her petite, teen ass for himself and then cried out in shock as two more inches of the royal penis entered her rear. It suddenly dawned on her that the King would be fucking her ass, a man that could be her grandfather, and that he took great pleasure in her ignorance of what had just happened and what was to come.
The King looked down at the lean little slave below him, wearing only the boots issued to her, as his large cock invaded her perky teen butt. 51 gripped the cushioning of the sofa beneath her hands and braced herself for the anal penetration he was demanding she submit to. He basked in the tightness of her once virgin asshole and admired the way her o-ring had simply burst around his shaft, forced to take its girth at any cost.
For her part, 51 bit her lip and took her King. With every forward thrust she screamed out a grunt of obedient anguish and every time he pressed deeper into her she would grip the couch beneath her and close her eyes to adjust to the new sensation.
The King could only bring himself to insert just over half of his shaft into the pliant vixen beneath him. He did not wish to injure his new prize beyond repair. Nonetheless he quickened his pace once he was satisfied with his depth and held both of her hips while he ravaged her tight little ass.
“Take that cock, slave,” the King said, “Take your master’s cock in that tight young ass.”
The King new what a privilege he had. Some men came about this act willingly, others pressed it upon a village lady that had been conquered or over-served their concubine at a feast and had their way with her later. The King knew no one but he could truly understand the feeling of taking a slave’s unsuspecting, helpless butt at any time and watching a young asshole accept a ravishing without the possibility of objection.
51 squirmed beneath her sovereign until, after several minutes she would not soon forget, he gripped her hips even harder and pulled her upward so forcefully her knees came off the couch right as he groaned and unloaded his royal cum into her compliant, teen rectum. Her nerves having been shot she thought the sensation was a trick, but then she realized she was feeling pulse after pulse of his cock erupting into her depths and that her anal glands were milking her King’s shaft for more of the royal seed.
The King, holding 51 by her hips, used his grip on her to drive her ass back and forth on his member a few more times to ensure every last drop of his cum had been obtained. He then let her go and his dick came out of her arse with a pop and half of the deposit he had made in her came with it.
Her sovereign looked down as his semen dripped down her ass and coated the lips of her freshly deflowered pussy. The King patted 51’s left butt cheek and noticed his load was about to fall on to the couch.
“Steward!” the King yelled. His senior steward entered the chamber with a towel in hand and passed it to the King, never looking at the ravaged slave beneath him still catching her breath. The King wiped the sweat off his brow and then placed it on the couch to protect the cushions from being spoiled by their fluids.
Eunuchs from the harem entered behind the Steward and assisted 51 off the couch before wrapping her in a red silk robe. The King stopped 51 before she exited to lift her chin and kiss her gorgeous lips on her way out.