For a Kingdom Ch. 01

As she sat waiting in one of the castle's libraries, Lanna knew, no matter what, she wouldn't live through the day. Neither would most of her brothers. Not that she minded too terribly much. They all knew this day had to come and most were so much older than she that no lasting affection had ever subsisted between them. As the youngest she was occasionally humored, but the decades between their births was a barrier towards forming any true relationship. By the time she was old enough to hold a conversation, they were knights, off protecting the kingdom and trying to prove themselves to their father. Her brothers only concern was the desperate fight to be the most worthy in the council's eyes.

Indeed, to them she was a political inconvenience, unmarried as she was. Her brothers weren't stupid. They all knew enemies of the crown could grab power by killing them and marrying her. They viewed her as a potential weapon, nothing more. Really, the only one who would ever think of saving her was her brother Bennis.

She looked at him sadly. He had a vacant smile on his face as he sat in the window seat. People said he was a simpleton, demonstrated by his inability to participate in all but the most basic conversations. Even his emotions were unfathomable to most people. They never seemed to fit the situation. He displayed confusion upon seeing new places, rather than curiosity; at parties he became angry at the noise and would throw things until it was quiet once more. She envied him today. He couldn't understand what was happening and so he smiled. She wanted to walk over and hold his hand, or have him comfort her in his arms as an older brother should, but he hated to be touched. So instead she sat on top of a reading table, her legs swinging back and forth as she tried to work off her growing nerves, waiting for the library door to open. Bennis turned his head to look at her.

"What are we doing?" he asked in his childlike manner.

"We're waiting, Bennis," Lanna answered.

"For what?" he asked.

"For someone to come see us," she replied, forcing a tight smile, "everything is fine, don't worry." After that they once again waited in silence, Lanna staring at the library door, Bennis out the window.

Then she saw the knob begin to turn and she found herself holding her breath, waiting to see which brother was on the other side of the door. Who had the council chosen to be the next king? When Casius appeared she jumped off the table, a frown line creasing her forehead.

Casius was the second oldest, both ambitious and conniving.

"Prince Bennis, Princess Kyrlanna," Casius said with a mock bow to each, "you are my last goodbyes."

Lanna nodded, her mouth set in a grim line. It was his way of telling her that the rest of her brothers were already dead. All six of them gone, each killed by Casius. It was how it had to be, according to the laws of their kingdom, how they prevented civil war and ensured a smooth succession. Only one potential ruler could exist, one strong enough to quell any threats to his throne. But traditions and laws didn't ease her mind when she pictured each handsome brother dead and bloody on the floor. Not only that, but Casius was her least favorite brother. It was horrible to know each one was gone while he remained. There was almost a 20 year difference in their ages, Casius being born to the King's first wife and Lanna to his third. He had never paid any attention to her as a child except to brush her out of the way. As she grew older she had garnered more of his attention, more of his looks, but there was no brotherly affection in his glances. He couldn't help but notice her long dark hair, pale skin, and even features. She knew people said she was beautiful as a princess should be, but it meant very little to her except as a reason for unwanted attention. Casius was her half brother, but his occasional touch had always been anything but brotherly.

"Dear Kyrlanna," Cassius declared in his condescending way, "I will be truly sorry to see you go." He shook his head, his face conveying a pretend sadness.

Lanna tried to swallow, her throat unable to work. It took her a moment before she could ask, "then you will not spare me, Casius?"

"My poor sister, I would if I could," he replied, "but the risk to myself is too great. My throne would remain insecure so long as you lived."

Lanna managed a stony-faced nod of acquiescence. She knew it was true, unmarried as she was. Any one of her other brothers would tell her the same thing, though they would probably look more ashamed.

Not Casius however. He looked almost gleeful, while Lanna herself was numb. It was one thing to distantly know you were going to die, quite another to have the moment drawing nigh. How was she supposed to feel? Her options were either stoic or hysterical, and she had always been contemptuous of hysterics.

"So young," he murmured as he walked a circle around her, "It saddens me to think of all the things you will never experience in life. To never fall in love, or have a husband, to never know the joys of the body..." A sense of danger suddenly washed over her, her adrenaline kicking in. His circling steps brought him ever closer, while Lanna held perfectly still.

"It is a shame that no man will ever feel your sweet mouth around his cock, your round ass under his fingers..." he was behind her and the door in front, but like a scared rabbit, she couldn't move. "That no man will experience the thrill of thrusting into you while you cry out in release, your body tightening around him..." He stepped closer until he was directly behind her, bent over to whisper in her ear. It sent chills down her spine. Lanna was unfamiliar with much of the language he was using, but she was sure she knew to what he was referring. She gasped as he pulled her back against him.

"What are you doing Casius?" she asked. There was a bulging hardness against her back. He gave a small chuckle.

"Stupid girl," he scoffed, "you can't be that innocent. I should think it was obvious." He squeezed one of her breast through her dress to emphasize the statement. "This is all I've wanted to do to you for years. But really, whether you understand or not is irrelevant, there's no stopping this now. I'm to be King and will have what I want before you are dead."

As he reached down from behind to grab her skirts, she inhaled sharply, intending to scream, but he quickly covered her mouth to forestall her.

"Ah ah," he whispered in her ear, "No one is going to come help you. All your screaming will do is upset poor Bennis."

She glanced over to where her brother still sat in the window seat, vaguely aware, but unconcerned by their presence.

She was trapped. Even though it was hopeless, she began to struggle against him. Casius was too strong for her to push off.

"Your life is forfeit," he reminded her, "you can't deny me." He leaned in closer, letting her feel his hardness.

Though she tried to be quiet, unwilling to upset Bennis in his last few hours of life, she couldn't help but struggle. As the youngest child she was used to getting her way and it wasn't in her nature to acquiesce or bend to the will of another. Casius seemed to be enjoying the challenge, however. He held her with one hand fairly easily. With the other he began unlacing the top of her dress. She was dressed casually today. She remembered telling her maid earlier that morning that she refused to suffer through the annoyances of stays and a corset on what may very well be her last day on earth. Who knew such a decision would come back to torture her. It made it easy for Casius to loosen the cords until he could pull out her breasts. They were high and firm, each one a sizable handful which he squeezed happily. She was breathing heavily, fear making her heart race. The neckline of her dress pushed her breasts up towards Casius and he took full advantage, pinching her nipples cruelly and watching her naive reaction as she winced in pain.

"Let me go, Casius," she ordered as she kicked backwards, hoping to catch him in his privates. However he dodged her foot easily and didn't reply, just let out a long-suffering sigh. He was becoming slightly annoyed that she continued with this futile resistance, but simply shifted his grip so he could hold her arms behind her back with one hand. He moved around to in front of Lanna so continue his assault on her nipples, his mouth replacing his hand as he bit and nibbled, pinched and tugged, until he was satisfied with how the hard nubs stood to attention. Lanna's breath was coming in short pants, and she gasped every time her gave her breasts a particularly viscous nip. She couldn't decide if what she was feeling was entirely painful. It felt like small jolts of electricity were running through her body with every bite. The sensation was strange, and she wanted it to stop.

Casius didn't bother undressing her further. He pushed her back onto the library table, so she lay along its length, her bottom hanging over the edge. Lanna shifted until she was gripping its edge. She tried to lever herself back up, but Casius was immovable, towering over her. He quickly flipped up her dress and pulled down her undergarments so that she was exposed to his gaze. She squeezed her legs tightly together, but knew that wouldn't deter him for long.

"Spread your legs for me, Princess," he murmured quietly. She shook her head and he frowned at her. She turned her head, trying to see Bennis, but Casius flipped her over onto her stomach. He used one hand to hold her arms behind her back and with the other gave her pert ass a resounding smack. Lanna stifled a scream as his hand came down again, connecting with smooth skin. As he spanked her a third time she was unable to hold back her voice.

She heard movement by the window. She knew Bennis didn't like the noise and the thought upset her further. Bennis couldn't save her, but she didn't have to bring this misery on him as well, and she willed herself be stay quiet as Casius turned her ass bright red with slap after slap. The stinging sensation began to grow unbearable and tears pricked her eyes. Though she could stop herself from screaming, small, angry, desperate noises escaped from her throat with every smack. She could not remember ever being spanked before. It was both painful and humiliating, and with her arms held behind her she was powerless to stop it. Then suddenly the blows stopped as quickly as they began.

"Now, I'll say it again: spread your legs, or what I do next will be to Bennis, not to you." Casius knew how protective she was of their simple-minded brother and he was using it against her now. Lanna again turned her head, trying to see Bennis. She was both embarrassed by the thought that he was watching, and concerned as to how he would react. Casius, however, had been very careful so far to stop her from being able to see Bennis. This time, when he saw her head turn towards the window seat, a dagger was suddenly embedded in the table in front of her face. Lanna let out a surprised scream and reflexively tried to slide away.

"What are you trying to look at princess?" asked Casius, his voice deceptively casual, "do you think Bennis is watching us? Are you afraid he will see your most intimate secret?" Suddenly his voice grew hard, "Keep fighting me Kyrlanna and I will use this knife to carve him into pieces." Coming from Casius, Lanna knew that this was more than an idle threat, it was a promise. His tone made it clear he considered himself the future king, and his every directive should be obeyed.

Feeling ashamed at giving in, she opened slightly. Now that Casius had planted the idea in her mind, she imagined Bennis was watching them, and Lanna's face turned as red as her bottom thinking of what he must be seeing: Her face down on a library table, half naked and exposed to their half brother's greedy gaze. Her ass was pushed higher into the air as Casius propped one of her knees up on the table, spreading her legs wider and giving him better to access her virgin cunt. She didn't want to think that Bennis could see that as well.

It was all happening too fast. Her face grew redder as felt fingers stroking up and down her slit. Her emotions were shooting back and forth between rage, indignation, fear, and embarrassment. Nothing in her life had prepared her for a moment like this. She tried to squirm away from Casius's casual exploration, but with her hands held behind her back, she was effectively pinned and unable to guard against the unwanted touch. She was getting desperate. She knew what was coming next.

"You've always been such a tease haven't you princess?" Casius asked conversationally as he pushed a single finger inside her. She gasped at the intrusion and increased her struggle to get away. The finger began to slowly pump in and out of her.

"God you're so tight," he moaned, "I am going to enjoy slamming my cock into a spoiled cunt like yours. Always laughing, always flirting with every man but me."

"You're my brother," she replied through gritted teeth, pained by his continued onslaught, "besides, I don't flirt with bastards like you." She felt his finger withdraw from her channel and a sharp pain as he pinched her clit. She yelped.

"Princess, you aren't in a position to insult anyone at the moment. Now, I can make this increasingly unpleasant for you, or you can cooperate and maybe feel some pleasure in the process." He went back to finger fucking her, and quickly slipped a second finger inside. His thumb thrummed upon her clit, making her gasp at this new feeling.

She felt like animal caught in a trap with all of these unwanted sensations being forced upon her. All she wanted was to turn around and strike back. She forgot about her poor brother, forgot what Casius could do when angered. She couldn't hurt him physically, but she still had her words.

"If you knew how to give pleasure Casius, you wouldn't need to tie up unwilling women. You pathetic coward, you only know how to inflict pain." The rational part of her brain told her to shut up while she still could, but she kept going, "You will never be the real king. How many council members did you bribe to get the kingship? How many did you have to threaten? How many asses did you kiss? How many cocks did you have to suck? Any one of our brothers would have been more worthy than you."

Casius grabbed her roughly by the hair, pulling her up until her back arched painfully. "Such a rude little mouth to find on a princess. How I won out over the others is unimportant. They are dead and now I am the only possible choice for king. Trust me, you will recognize me as the eminent ruler before we are done. And you were right about one thing my dear... I do know how to inflict pain."

He let go of her hair and one-handed, removed his belt, using it to secure her hands tightly behind her. "I am going to make you cry and beg for mercy before we are through. I will not make this easy for you... or for him," he threatened with a nod towards Bennis in the window seat, "you will scream for me Princess. I can guarantee it." And without further ceremony, he finished undoing his pants, positioned himself at her entrance and drove his cock into her, tearing through the fragile barrier that had been her maidenhead. He grunted at the sensations caused by her deflowered channel even as Lanna screamed in pain from his sudden assault. Once he was fully buried inside of her, the future king of Glenador lifted her other knee onto the table and spread her wider, giving himself as much access as possible.

For the moment Lanna was incapacitated by the sharp pain spreading in waves from her abdomen. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't scream, she couldn't beg him to stop, even though she knew it was useless. He gave her no more time to adjust to the feeling of his cock spearing her, and began to fuck her mercilessly. She was completely focused on the painful sensations caused by Casius drilling into her from behind. No longer remembering to control the volume of her voice, she was unable to keep from crying out. She felt like the pain was an unbearable red hot friction as he surged in and out of her violated pussy.

"such a spoiled cunt," commented Casius with a grin, "That's right my princess, scream for me. This is what is feels like to have your pretty little pussy fucked."

"It hurts, please no more!" Her arousal was nonexistent, but the blood from her torn innocence lubricated her pussy so he could slide in and out with ease. Lanna got louder the more desperate she became and so was caught unawares when there was a dull crunch behind her and Casius fell away mid-thrust.

After a pause, she slowly sat up on her knees and looked around. Bennis was having a violent tantrum next to them. He was screaming himself, filled with rage at the amount of noise coming from Lanna. Anything he could grab was being knocked over or thrown across the room. Including the wooden chair she could see from the corner of her eye. Lanna turned around and looked behind her— Casius was on the floor, eyes open in a dead man's stare. She could see that his neck sat at a funny angle to his shoulders.

A book rocketed over her head and she flattened herself back onto the table. Bennis didn't care who he hurt when he was in this state. She was in as much danger as Casius had been moments before and she needed to move. Under the table would be safest, and she started sliding herself backwards as best she could without the use of her arms.

That's when the library door burst open.