enough? I already feel that way.”
I shook my head again.
Chapter Ten
“Adoration and worship, psshhhh,” the king muttered from across the room.
The cardinal gave me a look. “Then she is filled with evil that must be purged from her. If she strays any of your devotion from God, she is a witch.”
The king smiled and gave me a wink. “I daresay she has bewitched my cock.”
My face flushed. The cardinal’s eyes narrowed. “This is no joking matter. Where is she? Is this she who has ignited your passion?”
The king glanced at me for a moment and then shook his head. “This beauty here? No. This is my plaything.” The king waved a hand at him. “I have never been this happy—is that not what you want for me?”
“Sire, you aught not to have women displayed so. It is not how God wished relations between a man and a woman to be.” The cardinal leaned in, trying to hush his voice from me. “Your Grace’s happiness is always my concern, but the devil disguises himself in many different forms.”
The king laughed. “I have searched every orifice of her, good man. She is pure of heart. She is not the devil. My living in sin with her, should bother no one but me. My life is my own, my kingdom is my own, and if I hear of this again, I will kill whoever speaks it. That includes you, my old friend. It is not up for discussion. Nor my treatment of women. I am not a married man. I shall act in MY home how I see fit. I am the lord of this home, and yours.”
The cardinal’s face turned crimson. He bowed. “As you wish it.” He turned and left the room, giving me the most horrid look ever.
I stood there, nearly naked in the sheer dress and holding the pose the king had asked me for. My arms were behind my back, resting on my butt. My breasts were pert and exposed, as was my sex. Everything could be seen through the silvery fabric. My only saving grace was the dark mask covering my whole face. No one knew me, not even me.
“Come here.”
I walked to him, having earned the right to walk upright. I no longer trembled at his side, but I was wise enough to know to obey and avoid his eyes. I stood at his side. He ran a hand over the front of my dress, lightly brushing against my breasts. My stomach tightened instantly.
“I think tomorrow we will have a picnic. What do you say to that?”
I nodded. “I think that would be wonderful, Sire.”
He pursed his lips and nodded at the girl next to us. “Lift her dress.”
I felt my breath hitch. The girl placed the wine down and walked to us. She was a little older than I, but very thin, almost no breasts at all. I had seen her several times, always wondering if she ate at all.
She dropped to her knee and lifted my dress to my belly.
He ran his hand down my torso. When his fingers brushed my lower hair, I spread my legs as I knew he wanted. He slipped a finger inside of me, slowly dragging it in and out. He had not done one violent act to me since he had sworn we would take everything slowly. It had me at a constant state of being carnally charged. I wanted a violent orgasm like the one I had had, but he refused me. I could have a dozen slow orgasms a day and none would satisfy me the way he had the first time.
It had become a form of torture, months of it.
I hated that I was being violated in front of the girl, but when a guard entered the room, I was devastated. He sped his thrusts up. “What is it?” His face stayed on the guard while I forced my eyes to not leave his face.
I wanted to turn my face in shame but I didn’t. I stayed there, looking on him as the guard fought not to look at my fingered cunny. Thankfully, in the mask I might have been any girl.
“There is a messenger here, from your cousin, the king. His son, the prince, is to be married in a fortnight. You have been invited to the wedding. What is the response you would like me to give?”
I looked away, at the wall behind us. The king stopped and removed his
I shook my head again.
Chapter Ten
“Adoration and worship, psshhhh,” the king muttered from across the room.
The cardinal gave me a look. “Then she is filled with evil that must be purged from her. If she strays any of your devotion from God, she is a witch.”
The king smiled and gave me a wink. “I daresay she has bewitched my cock.”
My face flushed. The cardinal’s eyes narrowed. “This is no joking matter. Where is she? Is this she who has ignited your passion?”
The king glanced at me for a moment and then shook his head. “This beauty here? No. This is my plaything.” The king waved a hand at him. “I have never been this happy—is that not what you want for me?”
“Sire, you aught not to have women displayed so. It is not how God wished relations between a man and a woman to be.” The cardinal leaned in, trying to hush his voice from me. “Your Grace’s happiness is always my concern, but the devil disguises himself in many different forms.”
The king laughed. “I have searched every orifice of her, good man. She is pure of heart. She is not the devil. My living in sin with her, should bother no one but me. My life is my own, my kingdom is my own, and if I hear of this again, I will kill whoever speaks it. That includes you, my old friend. It is not up for discussion. Nor my treatment of women. I am not a married man. I shall act in MY home how I see fit. I am the lord of this home, and yours.”
The cardinal’s face turned crimson. He bowed. “As you wish it.” He turned and left the room, giving me the most horrid look ever.
I stood there, nearly naked in the sheer dress and holding the pose the king had asked me for. My arms were behind my back, resting on my butt. My breasts were pert and exposed, as was my sex. Everything could be seen through the silvery fabric. My only saving grace was the dark mask covering my whole face. No one knew me, not even me.
“Come here.”
I walked to him, having earned the right to walk upright. I no longer trembled at his side, but I was wise enough to know to obey and avoid his eyes. I stood at his side. He ran a hand over the front of my dress, lightly brushing against my breasts. My stomach tightened instantly.
“I think tomorrow we will have a picnic. What do you say to that?”
I nodded. “I think that would be wonderful, Sire.”
He pursed his lips and nodded at the girl next to us. “Lift her dress.”
I felt my breath hitch. The girl placed the wine down and walked to us. She was a little older than I, but very thin, almost no breasts at all. I had seen her several times, always wondering if she ate at all.
She dropped to her knee and lifted my dress to my belly.
He ran his hand down my torso. When his fingers brushed my lower hair, I spread my legs as I knew he wanted. He slipped a finger inside of me, slowly dragging it in and out. He had not done one violent act to me since he had sworn we would take everything slowly. It had me at a constant state of being carnally charged. I wanted a violent orgasm like the one I had had, but he refused me. I could have a dozen slow orgasms a day and none would satisfy me the way he had the first time.
It had become a form of torture, months of it.
I hated that I was being violated in front of the girl, but when a guard entered the room, I was devastated. He sped his thrusts up. “What is it?” His face stayed on the guard while I forced my eyes to not leave his face.
I wanted to turn my face in shame but I didn’t. I stayed there, looking on him as the guard fought not to look at my fingered cunny. Thankfully, in the mask I might have been any girl.
“There is a messenger here, from your cousin, the king. His son, the prince, is to be married in a fortnight. You have been invited to the wedding. What is the response you would like me to give?”
I looked away, at the wall behind us. The king stopped and removed his
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