Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Besides her bound with ropes were her naked children|
The king’s severed head sat on a spear in the dungeon of the Dark Lord’s castle eyes staring back with emptiness at the scene before it.
The Dark Lord dressed in a black robe his six foot two hundred pounds of might draped beneath it as he sat in his chair staring down at the three before him.
The three were the queen of the dead king whose head sat on the spit, her naked flesh shimmering with sweat in the flickering light of the torches in the room. She was chained at the hand and at the ankle. She was quiet a beauty with long blonde hair that he reasoned had once shimmered like her flesh though it was no stained with the blood of her husband and dirt while she tried to evade capture with her children in the tunnel of her now burnt out castle.
Besides her bound with ropes were her naked children. The prince only twelve who would be king, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he’d watched his father so proud and defiant die before his eyes and his sister eleven also crying whimpering like a hurt animal.
The Dark Lord’s guards stood around the room waiting for the verdict. There were sure he would have the executed but there was gold somewhere in that burnt out castle over a hundred miles away and he wanted it. It was rumored to be more gold than anyone had ever laid eyes on but so far the queen had refused to divulge the information though she was yet to be pressed.
“Where is the gold?” The Dark Lord’s deep voice boomed in the chamber. His dark skin from which he gain his name like ebony glistened.
The queen remained silent.
“I could torture you and your kids you know. It would be quiet nice to watch them squirm under my men’s skill or you can just tell me.”
“Please don’t hurt them.” The queen said in a weak trembling voice.
“Well then where is the gold?”
“I truly don’t know my Dark Lord. My husband always said the castle walls held the secret so maybe it’s in there.”
The Dark Lord smiled and nodded to one of his men then said, “Release her.” He stood and let his robe fall to the ground revealing his nakedness to everyone in the room.
He marched over to the queen.
“You will yield to me like you’ve never yield to your husband or I will have my men take your children to the army barracks. They don’t discriminate between boys or girls there and they will not only use their dicks,” whispered into her ear.
The queen hung her head in shame then glanced over at her children watching her expectantly, sniffling.
“I will go with you,” she said.
“Go, we go no where.” The Dark Lord boomed. “I will ravage you here. On your hands and knees bitch.”
“Please your gracious lord not in…”
The Dark Lord’s hand was quick and the smack reverberated throughout the room.
The queen caught mid sentence fell to the cobbled floor.
The prince rushed towards the Dark Lord in defense of his mother but the Dark Lord moved quickly and stooping seized him by the throat and lifted him easily from the ground.
“No please…” the queen cried.
His sister the princess fell to her knees crying.
“Brave boy it is a shame you are so weak or you would be quiet a threat.” Like a straw doll he tossed the boy next to his whimpering sister. “Your son is weak but brave it is a shame the women of your kingdom cannot produce men as ours have produced me.”
The Dark Lord spread her ass and admired the curve or her body and the moisture glistening before him. It was cherry red her hole surrounded by sparse wisp of golden hair.
He pressed his member to her opened and watched her back arch. Compared to his own wife she was a small woman almost a child. His shaft was at least nine inches in length and three inches in diameter. He savored her whimpering as he pressed into her holding her shoulders and pushing.
Finally her opening though glistening still not wet enough to accept this monstrous intruder gave and with a ‘pop’ his head was in filling her with pain as it stretched her insides.
The queen bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. She could see her children staring at her seeing her twisted face. If all she could do not to look at them she closed her eyes and held them closed tightly even as their image came to her minds eyes.
The Dark Lord pushed the remainder of his manhood into her.
The queen screamed as she felt her insides tear.
The Dark Lord laughed as blood oozed from her body down her legs to the floor.
“It’s too big,” she cried as he stroked her body slowly building speed and depth with each stroke.
She felt her insides burning as he tore her with each stroke. She’d never felt such pain during sex in her life not even her first time with a man. In fact if she compared the pain of having her arrival into womanhood to this it was a hundred times more painful than that.
The Dark Lord enjoyed her discomfort. Spreading her ass to watch his shaft stretch her with each stroke delighted him and drove him to push harder and hard yet he held back the urge to climax, he held it well as he increase the speed and ferocity of each thrust until he could hold it no more and in one final brutal thrust his fingers dug into the flesh of her sweet milky white ass he erupted.
The queen had never felt a man erupt in her before but she felt this. It was like the gush from the falls where she honeymooned with her husband. It hit her insides hard and she felt them literally swell as the pressure built. What manner of man was this in her? She wondered. She’d heard the men of the Dark kingdom were twice if not trice the man of any other in everything but who would ever think that that did mean everything.
As he withdrew from her she felt as if he would pull her insides with him. She felt his cum with the blood from his assault flow from her and opening her eyes and looking under her saw the pool starting to form.
She sighed her panting slowing and her heart returning to a normal rhythm.
“You have done well in saving your daughter’s life.” The Dark Lord said.
The men in the chamber his soldiers snickered.
“Now let us see if you can save the life of your son.”
Confused the queen turned. She didn’t know she was being raped to save their lives. She didn’t have chance to think about it as she felt his head against the puckered hole of her anus.
Her eyes widened like saucers to the amusement of the guard facing her. He felt himself hardened and was eager for release.
The queen felt him push his head against her ass.
She crawled forward to escape the attack but slipped in the pool of his cum and her blood falling face first on the stones.
The Dark Lord laughed. Knowing she probably would not survive his shaft in her rear if she could barely survive it in her womanhood.
He pushed against her anus. It hurt him it was so dry so he slipped it back into her womanhood and spread it to her ass and tried again to the successful pop of his head entering her.
The queen felt the urge to go. She clenched his head unconsciously as her body tried to hold and release. The release gave the Dark Lord his window.
He felt her tighten around him like a glove but when she release with a smirk across his dark face, his brown eyes burning with lust already recovered no more than a few minutes after he just came he rammed the length of his shaft into her.
The queen dug her nails into the cobble breaking some and drawing blood as she tried in vain to crawl away. It was a blur but she could see her son holding his sister tightly covering her face from the fate that befell his mother. The image faded as darkness washed over her.
The Dark Lord could barely stroke her it was so tight in her ass. As he pulled his shaft slowly out it was streaked with blood and shit. He smiled and with all his might hands on her hips slammed it home again.
The queen’s eye shot open as the searing pain from her ass rushed throughout her body. She wanted to die.
“Kill me please,” she said even begging to die as he slowly pulled back the only relief from what was happening to her but that didn’t last long as he thrust into her again.
She could cry no more the tears were long dried up. She was numbed with pain. Her only hope was that he did kill her children and in her absence not subject them to the torture and pain that she now endured. She hoped the gold was in the wall and that would be enough to end it for them when they found it.
The Dark Lord watched as his shaft tore into her once more. He could not see her insides but could only imagine the damage his shaft was doing to her innards.
Indeed it was doing damage for as the queen lay splayed, her hair a tangled mess of sweat, blood and dirt, her body wet with sweat her bowels were being torn and blood was mixing with her shit and disease was brewing inside her.
The Dark Lord worked her ass stretching it with each thrust until he could stroke her and soon felt the tingle in his balls that meant he would be cumming soon.
What seemed like an endless torture to the woman beneath him was not so. The Dark Lord was cumming quicker than before. It could have been the delight of watching her asshole yield to him, her screams or merely the vice like embrace she held on him but he was cumming. With one final thrust into her as hard and merciless as he could muster her again spread seed into her.
The queen was numbed and could feel nothing of this save the shaft that seemed to occupy her entire bowels.
The Dark Lord whipped his blood and shit caked shaft from her ass. He admired his work a swollen hole oozing his white seed mixed with her blood and filth.
“Boy come here.” He called to the prince.
The prince stood slowly and moved towards the king as he stood.
“Did you see what I did to you mother?” He asked the boy his dark flesh wet with sweat.
The boy his ivory skin covered with goose bumps nodded meekly. His blue eyes were puffy and his blonde hair tussled.
“Unless you want that to happen to your sister, you will take this into your mouth and lick it clean.” The Dark Lord pointed to his shaft. “Bite it and woo to you.”
The prince glanced at his mother who was still on her belly but had turned. She was weak and could barely move or speak. He glanced at his sister and then at the man’s shaft. He would have to get on his knees and he did. Using his tongue he ran it along the length of the man’s shaft. He could taste the man’s filth and his mother on him though he didn’t know the difference. He consider disobeying and tearing it off with his teeth but who knew what torture they’d endure the three of them before they died. Seeing his mother cry so and be violated so he could only hope he and his sister would not be humiliated so before they died.
He looked up at the Dark Lord his eyes burning with hate as some of the filth slipped down his throat and he gagged and coughed. He could see the delight in the man’s eyes as he looked down at him. It was then that he vowed no matter what not to die but to destroy the dark kingdom for his father whose unseeing eyes stared back at the sight, his mother humiliated beyond all that was moral and he himself licking this man’s shaft.
“Enough,” the Dark Lord said.
The messenger had returned. Having ridden hard to the nearest communication outpost and sending message via carrier pigeon the response had come back that the treasure was indeed within the walls of one of the castle rooms, the unused dungeon.
“Excellent,” the Dark Lord said to this news as he slipped his robe back on.
“What shall we do with them?” another of his men asked nodding towards the trio a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Send the children to the soldier’s barracks,” was the Dark Lord’s response. “The queen’s holes are wide enough to be put on a spit outside the barracks for all to see. Let her die on it.”
The queen did not fight. It would hurt she was sure but still laying on the cold cobbled floor she welcomed the thought of death even though her children would face great humiliation before they joined her but weaken she could do nothing as the two guards grabbed a hand each and began to drag her from the Dark Lord’s presence.
The young prince tried to fight but he was no match for the men of war as he and his sister were dragged kicking and screaming to the barracks.
The prince caught a glance of her one last time, defeat on her once proud face as she was hoisted above the jagged metal shaft and dropped onto it unceremoniously.
That night the siblings were ravaged. Hour upon hour and man upon man took the young princess and prince without regard for the damage they did to the innocent two. These were not men deprived of sex but the thought of further humiliating the children of their enemy spurred them to do this and it would send a message across the land to anyone who dared rise up against the Dark Lord’s army.
Night after night the children suffered. It would be the young princess who’s ravaged body yielded to death and release from the onslaught leaving her brother behind though by then the initial desire was gone and only a few stragglers wanted his worn body or his mouth.
It wasn’t long before he was slated for execution but being so good with his tongue and mouth he was taken by one of the older men in the barracks and kept as his personal slave to amuse him in bed when needed.
The prince did as he was told and pleasured him with his body until the chance came for escape and escape he did into the dark forests and as far as his young legs would take him from the castle and the borders of the dark kingdom.
The first night of freedom was filled with caution as each sound brought him alert and ready to defend himself as best he could but his escape was clean. When he did manage to rest the nightmares of what they had done to his sister and he came and filled his nights with terror but it also served to fill his heart with more hate and more yearning to seek revenge.
Ever slow slowly and cautiously he let it be known who he was and a following began and the following became a band of men then a unit and finally a small army that grew under his swaying words of hatred and disgust as he described how he and his family were humiliated.
Those sharing the same story rallied to his side and it wasn’t long before an army that rivaled that of the Dark Lord’s now complacent one rose.
The war began soon after his army reached its peak. It took three months to return to the castle where he was victimized. Three months of hard fighting revenge his fuel but when he stood outside the gates his army reduced but still burning with the fire that got them so far he squinted. If such women within the walls produced a man such as the Dark Lord and so many others who were giants among ordinary men and ravaged innocent women with such distain woo to those women.
“Exterminate them all man woman and child. Leave no woman alive,” was his last command before the charge was given and the siege machines approached the walls as the hail of defensive fire rained down.
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