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Isola felt her heart pounding fast, beating a rough tattoo against her chest. She feared whatever he had planned to punish her. When he came back into her view he had a thin leather leash and a large leather strap, she knew it would be used to beat her. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to get through this, and that her shameful passions would cease.
"What, pet? You don't like the look of this?" he asked, snapping the folded leather, making her jump. He chuckled as he reached for the silver collar he'd provided for around her neck. He could feel her pulse fluttering in her neck as he stroked the collar, pleased that she did not immediately withdraw from his touch. "That's better, slut." he said, hooking a finger through her collar, leading her towards a vacant table by the back entrance of the room.
"Yes, follow me pet, if you're very good you may even earn a treat by the end of your punishment." he said. "Onto the table, girl." he said, pushing her over it, flattening her chest against the wood, her ass sticking up right at the table's edge. "Lay your arms flat against the table and spread your legs to the edge." he said.
"Yes, master." she replied, fear overwhelming her. Would he take her like this -- bent and spread before him?
"Now, I think ten would be a fair number for your insolence, what do you think pet?" He ran the folded leather over her flesh, tracing lines over her skin, watching her body stiffen as he touched each new place.
Isola hated the way he made her take part in her punishments, "Yes master." she said, in barely a whisper.
"Tell me you've been a bad girl, tell me why you deserve to be punished." Duane teased her. He saw her fingers flex, her entire body stiffen in anger at this comment. But he knew she would obey. If she didn't she would be beaten worse, and not eat. She would give in.
Isola had never been more humiliated as she was forced to take on such a role in her punishment. Her pride was making it difficult to obey, she had done nothing to deserve such treatment, much less such treatment at the hands of her kingdom's enemy. She was better than this. And yet, her parents had abandoned her to this fate. She had seen the letter with her own eyes. The signature was her father's, she had no doubt. No one would be coming to save her. She had no choice but to obey, it was the only thing keeping her alive. "I've been --" she began, the words getting stuck in her throat, a defeated tear running down her cheek.
"I've been a bad girl, master. I disagreed with you and disobeyed you. I should never have spoken back to you." she said, hardly believing it was her speaking those words.
"And who do you belong to? Who do you obey?" Duane asked, gathering the leather in his hands, readying his strike.
"You master, I belong to you." she said, her voice cracking as she said those hated words.
"Remember that, pet." Duane said, snapping the leather before bringing it down onto her ass. "Count."
She screamed as the wide strip of leather came smashing down onto her ass. Pain raced through her body like a wildfire. She was able to grunt out "One" in enough time to save her further punishment, but barely.
Duane watched as Isola's ass developed a deep red patch from where the leather hit her. He gently rubbed the spot, feeling the heat radiating from the growing welt. "Yes, my little princess, you look so beautiful like this. Shall we try the other cheek?" he asked, quickly bringing the strap against the left cheek, leaving a twin mark.
Biting back a scream Isola counted the second strike, she knew her ass would be covered in welts by the time this was through. She only hoped that would be the only place that strokes fell... she shuddered to think of the pain she would be in if he used it on her sex. She felt his hand caressing her burning flesh, she winced each time his hand came in contact with one of her growing welts. This time his hand wandered towards the cleft between her two cheeks, teasingly running a finger up and down the crack.
"Such a lovely creature" Duane said, running his hands over her flesh, feeling it prickle beneath his touch. He let his finger roam further down her ass, teasing over her puckered hole. He let his finger dip a bit further, ever so gently grazing her pussy lips, making Isola gasp. "Do you like that, pet?" he asked, leaving his finger there, barely touching her lips, noting that they were slightly swollen.He could see dampness glistening within her. When she began to shake her head in response he cracked the strap against her thigh, a long red mark showed as Isola yelped in pain.
"Three" Isola remembered to count for him as she gasped for breath, the stoke to her leg left her feeling winded. She could feel her skin burning in pain where the thick strap hit her and before she could pause for rest another blow fell, this one landing on the opposite thigh, just inches below her sex. "Four" she choked out, biting back another scream.
"Don't lie to me, pet. I can see how wet you are. You're enjoying this, enjoying being beaten with your legs spread and ass raised. You cannot deny you want this. You body gives you away." he said, he ran his hand up her thigh, watching her shiver as he passed over the welt forming there. He let his fingers linger less than an inch from her pussy, looking down to see her juices covering her puffy pussy lips.
He could not resist the warm wet flesh of her cunt. He had to touch her. He let his fingers slip slowly upwards, he could feel heat radiating from her, drawing him in. His finger slid gently between the gap in her swollen lips, caressing her silky smooth cunt, delving deeper, his finger covered in her juices as he teased over her cunt hole.
Isola gasped as she felt his finger running over her exposed sex. She could feel her body arching, trying to force his finger along her pussy, she could not stop herself as a low moan escaped her lips. She shouldn't be feeling like this. This was the man who was holding her prisoner, abusing her, forcing her to marry his brutal son, yet her body ached for his touch. Even when he hurt her her body burned for him. The pain only made the fire burning between her legs grow hotter.
"You see, girl?" he said, sliding his finger further between her legs, brushing against her swollen clit, earning him another gasp of pleasure from Isola. "You may play the proud, cold, virginal princess, but when it comes down to it you are nothing but a slut. My slut. Look at you; soaking wet, aching back against my touch, spread wide, waiting to be taken." He cracked the strap suddenly against her ass, just as she was pushing back against him, forcing her ass higher off the table.
"Ahhhhg! she shrieked at the sudden unexpected blow. "Five, master." she said, gasping as his fingers again ran over her clit. The pain from the stroke mingled with the pleasure and desire she could no longer deny from the king's fingers probing her cunt.
"Yes, slut, give in to the pleasure." he said as Isolas hips danced, trying to force his fingers against her throbbing clit. "Tell me you want it, slut." he said, teasing her, moving his finger to allow only the softest touch, denying her the pleasure she was so desperately seeking.
Isola's mind was racing, the feeling of his fingers playing over her wet pussy were driving her mad. She didn't want to want this. She shouldn't be behaving like this. She shouldn't feel like this. "No, no please --" SMACK another blow hit her, this time reaching from the small of her back over her ass. "O gods!" Isola cried out as the pain burned through her. "Six" she grunted as the pain slowly subsided to a dull burn. All the while his fingers did not stop their torment, he continued to tease her, dragging his finger along her soaking cunt.
The next blow came suddenly, the strap coming down hard against her ass, crossing over the welts already forming there. Isola gasped in pain as the wide leather strap came down against her sore sensitive flesh. "Seven" she grunted as he gently tapped her ass with the leather, teasing her red cheeks.
The king's lust was high as he watched the red mark darken against Isola's ass. He wanted to take her then and there, to feel her cunt wrapped around his cock like a vise, to hear her scream as he pierced her maidenhead. But not yet -- he would wait to have her. He wanted her begging for his cock. For now he would settle for watching her cum on his fingers. And she would. "You love this, whore. You love being used like this. Tell me you want it, pet. Tell me you want to cum."
Isola was panting, her hips gyrating trying to follow his finger as it teased her, dancing away from the place she needed it most. She wanted to -- she wanted to so badly, to just give in to his will, to cum screaming as his fingers forced an orgasm from her body. All she had to do was ask. The eighth stroke was upon her before she even realized it. The edges of the leather felt as though they were knives cutting through her flesh. Her voice caught in her throat "Eigh-- eight" she finally got out. "O please... please." she said, unsure what it was she was asking for. Was she begging for the beating to end? Begging for her release? Or begging him to touch her, to make her cum like a whore?
"Please what, pet? Tell me what you want." he said, letting her grind herself against his finger, adding another to rub against her, fueling her lust.
"Ugh" Isola grunted, her pussy was on fire. She never felt this before, it seemed as though her whole world were on the brink of falling to pieces. "Please... please..." she began, half begging him to stop and half begging him to keep going.
Duane gripped her arm, growling in anger as he flipped her over on the table. She cried out as her sore ass and thighs scraped across the wood. His fingers were digging into her flesh, one hand went to her throat as the other drew back the leather strap, making it come cracking down across her breast. She screamed as the leather hit her sensitive nipple, already engorged with blood. "Nine" she counted, barely a whisper, fear flooding into her from the king's rage. The king held her down by her throat, the pressure making it hard to breath let alone speak.
She wiggled under him, desperately trying to loosen his grip on her neck. "Be still" he ordered, the strap coming rushing down over her other breast, the edge of the leather hitting against her erect nipple, her cry of pain catching in her throat. "Ten" she finally choked out. Her eyes brimming with tears.
He looked into her green eyes, wide with fear. "You will obey me, slut. You have had your ten lashes, do not make me increase that number to twenty." he threatened, leaning over her, tightening his grip on her throat, watching as panic began to set in. She struggled to remain still under his grip. She knew fighting would make it worse. "Now thank me for your punishment. Tell me how much you needed to be beaten." he said, loosening his grip slightly, watching her choke down air, her hands gripping the edge of the table, fighting to keep from reaching for her throat.
Gasping for breath Isola blinked tears from her eyes. "Thank you, master. I was very bad and needed to be punished." she said, staring past the king and focusing on the stone of the ceiling.
"You can do better than that, pet." the king said, stroking her side with the strap, reminding her of what would happen should she disobey.
More loudly this time Isola steeled herself and began "Thank you, master. I was bad to have disobeyed you and argue with you. I needed to be beaten to remind me of my place." she hoped this would be enough to please him.
"That will serve, slut." he said, releasing his grip on her throat, letting his hand run slowly down her body. He stopped to tease each nipple as he went, making her gasp as his hands molested the sore abused flesh. He continued down, his hand running over her taut stomach, and circling around her hips. A light sheen of sweat covered her in spite of the coolness of the room. "Though we have another matter to deal with, pet." he said, running his fingers over the top of her bare cunt. He smirked as he saw her legs spread a fractional degree as his finger delved lower. She would beg for release tonight.
"You have still lied to me. You have denied what your body makes so clear. I will hear you admit your lust, slut. Now lift your arms above you." he was pleased to see how quickly she complied. She looked confused as she held her arm up, unsure of what his plan was. Is wasn't until he looped the strap through the circlets around her wrists that she realized what was happening.
Duane tightened the strap, looping it through itself to join her arms together. He walked behind her and secured the strap through a hook at the edge of the table. He pulled it tightly as he tied, forcing her arms well above her head, stretching her across the wood. Her ass was barely perched at the table's edge. He pulled out two additional straps to tie down her legs, forcing her to spread herself wide open as she was lashed to the table legs.
As he finished his work Duane looked at the bound girl before him. She was exquisite as she tested her bonds, struggling in vain to find a comfortable resting place. Duane stood watching her for several long moments. "Please... master. What are you going to do to me?" she asked when he remained silent at the foot of the table. She could feel his eyes gazing at her hungrily.
"Whatever I please, pet. And do you know why that is? Do you know why I will do whatever I want to you?" he asked, advancing towards her, stroking her thigh, tense from the wide spread.
"Because I belong to you." she whispered, too afraid to not provide the answer he sought.
"Yes, girl. You are mine." he said, moving his hand along her thigh, allowing his fingers to brush against her pussy lips, swollen and glistening wet. "Now slut, and I want you to think about this answer, because should you lie to me this will go very badly for you," he slid his finger along her cunt, collecting the moisture pooling around her tight hole before continuing up, rubbing his fingers lightly over her clit. "Tell me you want this." he whispered, rubbing her clit, his eyes full of lust as he watched her buck against his hand. "Tell me you're a slut, princess." he said, louder as his fingers worked faster over her clit, watching her struggle against her tight bonds.
Isola couldn't fight it. Her sex was on fire, she had never needed anything like she needed this, she'd been so close to the brink for so long, the friction of his rough fingers on her clit was pushing her over the edge. "Please, please master." she pleaded. hips bucking wildly off the table. With every passing second she was losing herself to her lust. "Please, I need it."
"What do you need?" the king asked, slipping his fingers from her clit to her opening, rubbing around it, watching as her hips circled with his movements.
"O gods please, I need you to touch me. Please don't stop." she said, closing her eyes, losing herself in her lust. When the kings fingers found their way back up to her clit she cried out in pleasure.
"Tell me you're a slut, princess." he said, his other hand moving to her swollen nipples, pinching and tweaking them, taking turns mauling her battered peaks, stretching them as they pulled her heavy tits up. Isola was forced to arch her back, pressing her tits even further up, they seemed as if they were begging to be abused.
Isola cried out as Duane dug his nails into her nipple, "Uuggghh o master, I'm a slut, I'm a slut. Ooo gods help me, it feels so good" she moaned,all that existed in her world in that moment was the pleasure overwhelming her mind.
Duane watched her struggling against her bonds, her hips rising up to meet his touch. Her body had finally defeated her mind. Her lust forcing her to admit what her mind couldn't. "Do you want to cum, slut?" he asked, alternating soft and rough, teasing her clit, running in fingers back, probing gently at her cunt hole. It seemed so tight as his finger tip massaged the opening, he watched her try to capture his finger, clenching her muscles to draw him in -- but that was for another time. "Ask me to make you cum, slut. Tell me what you need."
Isola felt his fingers teasing her opening, and instead of fear of him taking her maidenhead all she felt was desire. She could feel her muscles contracting greedily around his finger, desperately trying to pull his probing finger inside of her. "Please master -- please!" she grunted, her heart felt as though it was going to hammer through her chest. Her wrist circlets were digging into her flesh as she pulled at her bonds.
"Say it, whore." the king said, "Beg your master to make you cum." He caught her clit between his two fingers, squeezing the little bud, making the princess squeal.
"O gods, master, please make me cum. I need to master! I'm your slut, master! Please please let me cum!" Isola begged him, all pride lost to her carnal needs.
"Yes, yes my little slut. Cum for me." the king said as he massaged her clit, it only took a moment before she was over the edge, he could feel her cunt start to spasm against his hand, her body tensed up as her orgasm began to overwhelm her.
"Oooo gods!" she groaned as her body began to spasm and shake, wave upon wave of pleasure filled her. She felt her sex quivering wildly as her hips kept grinding against the king's hand. He kept rubbing her until her shaking became a slow gradual twitch, she lay panting for breath, spread before him, her cunt dripping its juices all down her thighs. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her eyes closed as she slowly came down.
"Very good, pet." the king said, slowly untying her, watching as she slowly regained composure. His cock was throbbing against the laces of his pants. He would have to do something about that soon... perhaps Isola was ready for a new lesson. "I'm pleased you are beginning to accept your place here. The sooner you realize what you are the easier things will be for you." he said, his voice almost soothing as he let his hands roam her body.
"Now there is one more thing you must do for me today, slut. Do this and I will let you have your fill of my table, and return to your cell unharmed, do you understand?" he asked, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock. He knew he would not last long.
"Yes," Isola murmured, still half dazed, "Yes master." she said. She opened her eyes as the king pulled her up.
"Kneel, slut." he said, gently lowering her by the shoulders until she knelt before him, her knees resting on the cold stone floor.
Duane made quick work of his laces,untying them and releasing his cock from it's confines. His cock stood straight before him in front of Isola's pretty face. He watched her eyes grow wide as she took in the sight of his cock, naked and throbbing before her. "Have you ever touched a cock, pet?" he asked, reaching down to stroke his cock, a drop of precum oozing out as he fisted himself.
Isola looked at the massive cock before her, frightened of the angry red member. "No..." she whispered, quickly amending to "No, master." when she felt his hand grip her long hair.
"Soon you will take this in any one of your holes, slut. And you will beg for it." Duane said, continuing his slow stroke, "You will grow to worship this cock. To do anything in your power to earn my cum. Now," he said, "give me your hand." She slowly reached up her hand, he stopped his stroking and caught her by the wrist, "Touch it, slut." he ordered, moving her hand towards his shaft.
She opened her hand as he brought it to his cock, hovering over it, afraid to touch it. His cock jumped as her palm brushed lightly against the vein covered surface. "Yes... the kind said, looking down at her small hand, standing out pale against his deep red cock. "Wrap your hand around it." he ordered her.
