A Life Sentence

The guard's orgasm didn't last too long, perhaps five or six good ropes of cum were launched before he finally let out a sigh.

"Don't swallow yet," he commanded as he withdrew his shrinking cock. "Open wide and show me."

I turned bright red, embarrassed at the thought of this, but I did as I was told. I opened my sore mouth, showing him the pool of sticky white goo filling what was now a mixture of a toilet and a pleasure hole.

He laughed. "Good, swallow it all in one gulp now."

I closed my mouth and nodded. My full stomach wanted none of this, but I had to obey. For the second time today, I took a deep breath and forced my body to take a foreign liquid it had no interest in. The hot slimy load slid down my throat, and unlike the urine it took its sweet time. I did everything I could to avoid gagging.

The guard nodded and pulled up his breeches before unceremoniously making his way out of the room. As he opened the door, I noticed him talking to someone outside briefly, before bowing curtly and holding the door open. Moments later, the gorgeous, but intimidating, knight who originally greeted me in the cell entered. This time however, she was no longer in her armor. Her hair flowed down her back as she walked, complementing the large blue gown she wore so elegantly. Her feet were bare, and she seemed almost tired as she slowly made her way across the carpeted floor before sitting down on the throne.

"Come," she beckoned with her right hand, her left hand supporting her chin as she lounged on the elaborate chair. "You have more training before the examination."

The examination? What was she referring to? I thought I was simply stuck in this room, serving those who requested it. What were they going to test? I must have taken too long to respond while contemplating this, as she spoke again.

"Slave, this is not acceptable," she barked, her lazy expression turning to that of anger. "I'll have to punish you severely for this shortly, but for now get over here immediately."

I nodded, and scurried towards here, barely even noticing the foul tastes still lingering in my mouth. I approached the throne, bowed my head, and remained on my knees before the divine goddess of a knight. I couldn't help but notice that there were no undergarments beneath her robe, but did my best not to stare. Moments later, the knight clipped a leash to the collar around my neck.

"That's better," she spoke to nobody in particular. "We had forgotten that accessory earlier. Now, lie on your back and slide underneath the throne."

I did not understand what she was intending to do with me, but I did not disobey. I quickly rolled onto my back, and slid myself into the odd chamber beneath the throne. My head slid into a small divot, and I realized what was going on. Above me was a cushioned seat with an opening, much like the outhouses we used on the farm. The blood drained from my face as my eyes widened with the realization of what was about to happen. To add to my fears, a sudden loud ratcheting noise filled the box, and my head was being lifted towards the opening.

I could barely see in the dim light, but I knew where I was headed. The knight's beautiful ass sat inches above me, and the gap was decreasing with each turn of the crank. Before long, my face was wedged beneath her cheeks.

"Knight armor truly doesn't allow room to breathe," the woman spoke, sounding almost bored, as if she had done this many times before. "Before tonight's ball, I'd like to be fresh and clean. Take care of my ass, slave."

I couldn't believe what I was being asked to do. The overwhelming odor of stale sweat filled my senses for the second time today. I slowly did as I was told however, and stuck out my tongue. Oddly, I noticed a slight twitch in my crotch in spite of the cage containing my cock. Was I actually somewhat enjoying this outright torture? I put the thought out of my mind for now, and began licking the insides of the knight's supply cheeks. Despite her tough physique, her cheeks were noticeably soft and supple. The salty taste of sweat was prominent with each lick, and I could actually feel the salt crystals that had caked around her ass. I dutifully swirled my tongue around, admittedly procrastinating the most onerous part of this particular duty.

"Slave," the knight's voice echoed in the box, sounding oddly distant. "What are you doing? Clean my asshole, perform your duty."

Without a word, I did as I was told. I slowly slid my tongue up to the tight wrinkled area in the center of her cheeks. The taste was more foul than expected. In a world without running water or bidets, cleanliness was not exactly common. I let out a soft gag, but continued to lick, slowly at first. I circled the area, feeling it almost push back at my tongue reflexively as I lapped up the sweat and grime. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but what choice did I have?

Before long, the knight's asshole relaxed a bit, and I took a deep breath to steel myself as I slid my tongue in. The muscles of her rectum gripped my tongue, almost imprisoning it, as I pushed deeper. The taste and smell continued to assault my senses as I began to perform the final stage of cleaning, a task so humiliating and degrading that it was apparently reserved for criminal peasants like myself. Was this how the nobility cleaned themselves? Were there others like me all over the castle performing this same awful job? I may never find out, but at least it gave me some degree of comfort that I might not be alone.

My jaw and tongue ached, and each breath was pure suffering as I probed, licked, and lapped at this stranger's most taboo of body parts. I wanted nothing more than to be free of this prison, but I knew there was truly no way out. With each lick, my tongue slid deeper and more easily, and the taste unsurprisingly grew worse. I was almost longing for the prison guard's cock at this point, the sweaty taste of stale cum practically ambrosia compared to this sweaty ass. But still, I persisted.

Just as I thought my jaw was going to give up entirely, the knight let out a sigh and rose. Fresh air flowed into the box beneath the throne, perhaps sweeter than anything I had ever tasted. I breathed deep, letting it fill my lungs with clean air. Moments later, the headrest lowered, and the knight was literally dragging me out of the box by my ankles.

The knight then grabbed the leash around my neck, and threw me haphazardly into the middle of the room. I collapsed forward, surprised by the sudden rough treatment. Moments later, her bare foot was on my neck, and with her left hand my ass was yanked into the air. I cried out in pain, completely overwhelmed by this experience.

"When will you learn to be silent, slave?" the knight roared. "It's time for you to learn your place."

I felt the lash of a whip upon my ass, and I couldn't help but cry out again.

"You are no longer a person with any rights," she continued, following up with another lash, harder this time. I wailed. "You belong to her majesty the Queen, and are merely a piece of furniture among many in her castle."

Another lash tore up my already raw backside. I couldn't help but wail at this point, tears pouring from my eyes, dampening the rug beneath me.

"I'll teach you to behave properly," the knight spoke. "Sometimes useless toilets like you need to be broken a bit more aggressively."

I braced for another lash, but it didn't come. Instead, cool metal pressed up against my ass cheeks. It felt like a cock, but crafted to fit a woman. I had never seen or heard of anything like this, but I didn't have time to ask questions. Moments later it was pressed up against my tight virgin asshole. I cried out.

"No, no, no, please!" I begged, knowing full well it would do nothing.

The knight simply grunted, and pressed harder. It seemed like this blacksmithed cock was attached to her pelvis somehow, she must have grabbed it while I was exiting the box. My asshole wanted no part in this, but it didn't have a choice. The dildo forced my asshole open, and pain I had never experienced before nearly blinded me. I stopped crying and begging, something in me simply fell silent and submissive. This was how she was going to break me.

The cool metal slid deeper inside me as I heard the door open, to some fanfare.

"Announcing her divine majesty, keeper of the land and the castle, the Queen," a voice boomed. I heard multiple knights clank, likely in salute, as a single pair of footsteps entered the room. How could this be happening now, while I was in such a humiliating and degrading position?

The knight briefly stopped inside of me, and spoke. "Greetings Your Majesty, I was just employing the breaking in procedure on your newest acquisition."

A powerful, regal voice replied. "Very well, continue." I heard the Queen make her way to the throne, robes swishing as she approached. The knight, now with permission, resumed her task.

The cold metal cock slid deeper into my asshole as I lay there, face down and ass up. I could feel the Queen's gaze upon me, and I wondered what she could possibly be thinking. Before long, the knight's warm thighs pressed up against my ass. Her cock was all the way inside of me now. For a brief moment I dared hope that this was the entirety of the process, but I was of course wrong.

The cock began to slide out of me, and I could feel my tight torn up asshole grip the shaft as it did so. I remained silent, and it exited me with a brief popping noise. Moments later, it pressed at my doorway once again. My now sore asshole sent out lightning sharp pains to my brain, but I stayed perfectly quiet. Again the cock pressed inside of me, this time harder and faster. The knights thighs made a slapping noise as they hit my aching, burning ass, and the knight began to fuck me.

She did not start slowly or gently. She pulled nearly all the way out, and slammed back in. The smack of the impact against my ass echoed through the silent room, and the knight pulled out again. This time she thrust faster and harder, and began rhythmically pounding me into the rug. I let out quiet sobs as I lay there taking it, the pounding seeming almost distant as she had her way with me. The pain almost faded, and I could hear the jingling noise of my caged cock bouncing around interleaving with the sickly slapping sound of meat on meat as my ass met the knight's thighs. I was being fucked like a whore, and it was happening in front of an audience.

The degrading act continued. I closed my eyes and took it, simply hoping it would end soon. I could hear the pants of the knight as she pounded away in front of the Queen, showing her how docile and submissive I had become. For what it was worth, the knight was correct. This truly was breaking any remaining resistance I had left to muster. This was simply who I was, and that's the way of the world. I didn't know what these people intended for me in the future, but I had no control over it, much like I had no control over this ass pounding.

After a good fifteen minutes of anal stretching, ass slapping, and facial rug burning, the pounding finally slowed. The knight ripped the cock from my ass, and sat down briefly to catch her breath. I dared not move, not wanting to incur any other punishments, and simply remained there, my ass dripping and my face wet and itchy in a damp puddle of tears and drool.

"Your latest slave has been broken in, Your Majesty," the knight confidently proclaimed before rising and bowing behind me, her metal cock glistening.

"Very well," the Queen spoke. "Bring it to me and place it under the throne for my examination. Go have one of the other slaves clean that disgusting metal cock, I can't bear to look at those filthy slave juices."

"As you wish, Your Majesty," the knight replied. She then dragged me, trembling and silent, over to the throne once more before exiting the room.

Without a word, I placed my head in the contraption once more, the Queen's pristine ass above me. Unlike the knight, she didn't need to walk around all day in heavy armor. Perhaps this examination wouldn't be so difficult.

The cranking sound filled my ears again, and I rose towards yet another unfamiliar ass. I quietly began to lick, not wanting to anger the Queen again. She sat there silently as I went to work, worshiping the most divine ass in the entire realm. In a way, it was an honor. The task was much easier than the knight's as well, much to my relief. As I began to probe, the Queen spoke.

"Place your lips around my asshole, and keep them there," she ordered.

Silently I complied, creating a seal, unclear of the reason as to why. The room stayed silent, and I remained in this uncomfortable position for minutes, wondering why this was an exam and what the intent was. Perhaps she simply wanted to test my ability to obey arbitrary instructions?

I didn't have to wonder for too long. Suddenly I felt the Queen clench, and a blast of hot air shot into my mouth. Instinctively, I gagged. The taste was far more horrible than anything I had ever experienced. My eyes watered as the seemingly endless ripple, so powerful that it puffed my cheeks out a bit, exited her.

"Swallow," the Queen commanded.

I couldn't believe this order, but I knew better than to disobey. This was far worse than the piss or the cum. I gulped down the fart, and let out an audible wretch, the foul taste simply proving too much for me. Even though it was just air, the taste was so overpowering that my body simply could not accept it. The Queen suddenly rose, and looked down at me in disappointment.

"This one is only mediocre, not worthy of permanent installment in my throne. Add it to the latrines in the ballroom area," the Queen commanded to the guards outside the door.

Without further ceremony, she exited the room. One of the guards sighed, and dragged me out of the box.

"We're never going to find a replacement for the throne fixture," he bemoaned. "Oh well, let's get this job done so we can go relax."

He picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder, and began to carry me out of the room. I was still stunned from the awful fart torture that I didn't initially have time to process what the Queen was talking about, or why the guards were disappointed. I tried to collect my senses as they carried me out into the hallway, once again passing various nobles and servants.

Minutes later, we arrived at another doorway. One of the guards pushed it open, and we entered a stone room. By the door was a servant silently holding various cleaning implements. She remained quiet as the guards passed by, although one winked at her. We rounded a tight corner into a square room full of wooden stalls. Most were closed, and I could hear the sounds of various bodily functions occurring behind them.

The guards walked over to one of the empty stalls, and tossed me onto the cold stone floor. At the end of the small room was a wooden box with a hole similar to the throne I had just spent my horrible last few moments in. This one however lifted open, as I discovered when one of the guards popped the lid. The other pointed at the apparatus, and I reluctantly crawled over to it. Inside was a pit high enough for me to stand in, with a similar ratcheting apparatus to the throne from before. A series of iron bindings hung loosely as well, and I gulped as I realized what was about to happen.

Still, being a broken slave at this point, I climbed in, albeit reluctantly. One of the guards bound my arms and ankles, and attached my iron collar to a series of bindings around the top, holding me immoble. The other guard tested the ratcheting apparatus, briefly raising me up and down.

"Good enough," one of the guards murmured. "Let's head out."

The other nodded, and closed the top of the box, leaving me bound in the pit looking up through the toilet hole. Around me I could hear indescribable noises, some occasionally followed by whimpering or begging for mercy, confirming my suspicions that I was not alone. I gulped, realizing that this was likely the permanent fixture installation I was sentenced to earlier in the day.

I didn't have long to contemplate my punishment. Before long, a large noblewoman drunkenly sauntered into the stall, closing the door behind her. One of her friends joined her in the stall next door, and they spoke.

"Whew, quite the party out there," one babbled, her speech slightly slurred. "I know! All that food and wine! What a feast!" the other replied excitedly. "I'm really glad we have modern technology in these bathrooms, I hear in other kingdoms they do this dastardly business in a ditch. Here we have disposal mechanisms and automatic cleaning!"

My heart sunk, my fears were confirmed. The stench of sweat and alcohol filled the box, and I heard the dreaded ratcheting mechanism once more.

"You're telling me! What a great idea to use the dregs of society like this," the woman in the stall next door replied. This exclamation was punctuated with a loud rippling fart, followed by a muffled whimper.

Moments later, my face was pressed up against the fat, sweaty, ass. Instinctively I opened, and I felt the fat noble above me bear down. A hot blast of air filled my mouth, as tears once again streamed down my cheeks. However, the air tasted far worse than the Queen's, and I felt the noble's asshole expand. I joined the stall next to me in letting out a cry of despair, and I came to realize what I'd spend the rest of my life doing.