Countess Elyssa lay on her day bed, trying to relax. The Princess asking after the bracelet had rattled her, so she tried to turn her mind to more pleasant things. To her husband, away on business. To the way he touched her, the way his cock felt when it slid into her eager womanhood.
Her hands skimmed across her silk-clad body, caressing her nipples and her pussy through the fabric. Her thoughts turned to the Princess, to those luscious curves of hers, teasingly concealed beneath her gowns. She wondered what noise she would make as a cock slid into her, doubtless virgin, pussy – or if a skilled tongue were to penetrate her, like Elyssa’s own.
The Countess sighed, feeling how hard her nipples were. It was time she took a new lover. Perhaps some virile young stud, who had newly taken his oaths of knighthood? Or maybe one of the maidens or inexperienced young brides who flocked about her, a plaything she could share with her husband.
Her thoughts were cut off when the door to her chambers burst open, and three thuggish-looking soldiers charged in. She opened her mouth to scream, but her cry was strangled by shock when she saw the Princess standing behind her attackers, a smile on her lips as she shut and locked the door.
Before Elyssa had time to collect her thoughts, rough hands grabbed her, tearing her dress off her supple young body and flipping her over onto all fours. The thin, translucent shift she wore as an undergarment was pulled down to reveal her pert breasts, and hitched up so she could feel cold air on her heart-shaped ass, and her pussy was exposed to her attacker. He thrust into it hard making cry out.
“Fuck, the bitch is already soaked!” he exclaimed, and indeed Elyssa’s earlier fantasies had left her wet. “What a slut!”
She opened her mouth to curse him, but another of them grabbed her head, twisting his fingers in her elegantly styled hair as he forced her open mouth down on his manhood. “Sucks cock like a champion whore, too,” he commented, as Elyssa was forced to use her hard-won skills to cope with his intrusion.
“She is a whore,” Liandra quipped. “Perhaps after we’re done here, we should rent her out to whoever will pay. You look lonely,” she added to the third guard, who was scowling at his friends. “Here, let me help.”
She slid her hands under his waits-band and freed his manhood, caressing it with skilled fingers. Then, when he was straining, ready to burst, she released him and walked over to the threesome on the bed. “Turn her over,” she commended the man using her cunt, and he obeyed, lifting her up so her tits were pressed against his muscular chest and she was forced to wrap her arms and legs around him to avoid falling. The one who had been using her mouth grumbled – until Liandra spread the Countess’s ass-cheeks, exposing her tight rosebud.
“Use this,” the Princess ordered, and Elyssa’s eyes widened. Then, as the guard obeyed, they rolled back in her head.
“Not a virgin there either, if I’m any judge,” Liandra commented, but the Countess didn’t respond. Although her mouth was now free, the tide of carnal sensations and the joy of receiving the rough fucking she’d been desperately craving had subsumed all thoughts of escape, and she eagerly cried out her desire, cumming on her rapists’ cocks.
“More!” Elyssa gasped.
Liandra was glad, in her heart, that the Countess was enjoying the experience. The guardsmen’s cocks were no match for the strange monsters which had been her first experiences, but they were fine enough, and seeing them in action was raising her own lusts. She walked back to the guard she’d been tending to, and knelt before him, taking his manhood into her mouth. He only lasted moments - her eager tongue, her earlier treatment and the sheer knowledge that he was being sucked by the Princess was more than he could bear, and he shot a load of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed most of it, but let a rivulet trickle from the corner of her mouth, down her chin and into the valley of her cleavage.
She stood and turned back to Elyssa, in time to see both the guards cum almost simultaneously. They pulled out and dropped her on the bed. She lay there, white seed oozing out of her holes and onto the silken sheets.
“We’re not done yet,” Liandra said. The whole experience had turned her on almost unbearably, and she still hadn’t cum. She pulled off her dress, ignoring the gasps and awestruck looks of the guards as they beheld their Princess’s nude form, and hopped onto the bed in front of the Countess. “You,” she said to the guard who’d received her blowjob. “You haven’t stuck a cock in her yet. Get it up again, and do her from behind while she licks out my cunt.”
The Countess did not resist. Indeed, she got up on her hands and knees, sticking her ass in the air so the guardsman could have easier access to her dripping sex, and going to work between the Princess’s spread legs with an hunger and skill that spoke of much experience with other women.
“Mmm… slut,” Liandra moaned, running her hands through the tangled ruins of the Countess’s hairstyle. She noticed the other two guards were hard again, and jerking off as they watched the scene. “Make yourselves cum. Shoot it over the pair of us.”
The Princess was drunk on her own depravity, and sheer lust had almost made her forget why she was here.
“Ah!” she cried, and then tried to collect her thoughts. “If only the court knew what a slut, you were, Elyssa. The men of the castle would be lined up outside your door to fuck you all day. We… oh!... we could tell them. Make sure everyone knows how you moaned and begged for more while you were raped and sodomized. Or these men could keep pumping your womb full of seed until we knock you up, and tell your husband it’s not his baby.”
Elyssa whimpered in a mixture of fear and fuck lust.
“So,” the Princess continued, “are you going to be a good girl? Be my bitch? My whore? My fuckslave? Honor my cunt above your husband’s cock?” She moaned again, and asked the most crucial question. “Are you going to tell me where the bracelet is?” |