"Show me how you use it!" William screamed and threw the dildo at Kate. Kate ducked to her right, averting a direct hit. The dildo landed only inches from her head.
"Oh, you want to see, do you?" Kate asked, grabbing hold of the dildo, all of a sudden turned on by William's domineering attitude.
"That's right! Show me how you use it, you fucking tart!"
"You want me to fuck myself with this dildo for you?"
"Yeah, I do! Now go on and fucking do it, you stupid bitch!"
Kate had never seen him like this. She'd never even seen him pissed. Usually he only had a glass of wine or two, but he never got pissed or spoke to her in such a way. Initially his invasion of her privacy and name calling had offended her, but now it was making her hot, being degraded in such a way. Kate flashed William a naughty smile, pulled up her white satin nightgown, slipped off her red cotton g-string, and drove the dildo up inside her pussy, slowly.
William laughed at first as Kate fucked herself with the dildo but then started getting hard and began stroking at his skinny cock. Seeing William wank, Kate got into it, too, suddenly feeling even more horny and picking up the pace, fucking herself harder and harder with the dildo.
"Ahh, you fucking slag! You fucking slag!" William kept muttering as he wanked.
"Oww, yeah.." Kate moaned, now really getting into it, gyrating and squirming, her pussy soaking wet.
William walked over to Kate, cock in hand. At first she thought he might stick his cock in her mouth like he did a few days before, but instead, he began ejaculating, shooting ribbons of pearly warm love juice all over her face.
She'd shagged plenty of blokes but never had anyone come on her face. Posh girls of her stature generally aren't treated in such fashion. But she had to admit to herself, she fancied it. She got off on his hot sticky jizz squirting all on her and she closed her eyes as his spunk ran down her cheeks and suddenly had a massive orgasm herself.
After coming, William called her a "fucking tart" again (which seemed to be his new name for her). Then he collapsed into bed, in the opposite direction of Kate, his smelly feet kicking into her pillows, and quickly passed out, snoring loudly. Kate lay back, pulled out the dildo, and left it on the nightstand next to her. She licked his salty cum off her face, slipped her knickers back on, and returned to reading her book, almost as if nothing happened. Although she felt violated and kind of like a whore, she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed it.
Next morning Kate awoke to an empty bed. She stretched out her arms, yawned, got up and went over to the loo. The door was almost closed, but not all the way shut. She'd paid no mind, though, not thinking anything was amiss, but upon opening the door she was shocked to see William wearing a pair of her pink slippers and otherwise naked, with her dildo sticking halfway out of his arse, standing over the bathroom sink, masturbating to a picture of his mother, Princess Diana.
"Oh my God!!!" Kate shrieked.
"Don't you knock, you fucking tart!?" William screamed at her.
Kate stepped back slowly, in horror of the scene. William, red faced and unshaven, eyes still bloodshot and crooked like last night, grabbed her left arm and shoved her face first into the wall. She felt him mash the picture he'd been masturbating to against the back of her head and then felt him wrap one of her large hair scrunchies around the picture and over her mouth, both gagging her and holding the picture in place on the back of her head.
Kate didn't put up a struggle, but William wrestled her into a half-nelson and hiked up the back of her nightgown. Next thing Kate knew, William's slippery cock snaked up in between her bumcheeks and plowed up into her arsehole.
William laughed hysterically and pumped into her arse at breakneck speed, with all the strength his tiny cock could muster, yelling over and over again, "oh mum!"
Kate always fancied a rough bumshag but wasn't sure she wanted William shagging her up the arse whilst staring at a picture of his dead mum. Especially not a picture of his dead mum that was tied onto the back of her head. Still though, at least William was taking a sexual interest in her, which made her happy.
Kate tried to use her free arm to caress William, to let him know it was okay, but William caught it, twisted it back, and put her into a full nelson. He looked down at his cock sliding into her arse, and smiled at the sight of her light brownish shit all over it. He then closed his eyes, enjoying the tremendously pleasurable sensation of his dick stabbing into Kate's tight, hot arsehole, and imagined that he was somewhere in his favourite castle in Scotland, giving his mum a good shag in the bum. How he'd always fancied her bum, ever since he could remember...
"Time for an enema, mum!" William cooed into Kate's ear, before shooting up her arsehole full of spunk.
"Erraph!!" Kate mumbled into her gag, enjoying the feeling of his hot cum shooting up into her arse, which was always her favourite part of a bumshag.
Letting Kate loose and tearing off his mum's picture from the back of her head, William wiped his dick clean of her shit with her nightgown. Then he grabbed a fistful of Kate's hair and sternly warned her, "Not a word of this to anyone, yeah?!"
Kate nodded and tried to smile at him, but William turned his head quickly and muttered, "Now go wash yourself up, you fucking tart!" and pushed her down to the floor and stuck her shit-covered dildo in her mouth. He then hurriedly went back to the sink, brushed his big buckteeth, and skipped out of the loo, singing a Motorhead song.
Perhaps this was his way of getting back at her, attacking her like this, Kate thought, struggling up to her feet and sucking on the dildo like a lollipop, enjoying its shitty taste. She figured maybe it was a one time thing. However, that turned out not to be the case.
For the next fortnight, she stopped seeing William around the palace. Other than official functions, she'd never see him during the day. She had no idea where he'd go, but he'd always come back home at night, drunk, and had now turned his anal attacks into a nightly ritual.
It would always start out the same. He'd kick open the door to their bedroom, call her a "fucking tart" and then proceed to flip her over, slap a picture of his mum on her head, and fuck her up the arse rudely. Every once in a while his bumshaggings even ended with a donkey punch.
At first this all bothered Kate a bit, because William treated it as if he were raping her, when in fact, she fancied the rough bumshags (and donkey punches, too). The masochist in her enjoyed the pain and humiliation of it all, although she wasn't sure about the mum pics. Still, she didn't say anything, since he had caught her cheating, and hey, at least he was doing more than his old tired missionary shags. And somehow with sodomy he didn't prematurely ejaculate, so Kate didn't want to complain.
Kate did worry, however, that maybe her pussy had gotten loose and that's why he'd no interest in her vagina anymore or that maybe he'd become a poof. Whatever it was, she decided to start doing some vaginal tightening exercises just in case. Especially, too, since she was about to see Pippa.
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She and Pippa met in the small hours of morning for breakfast. When the servants left the room, Kate told her about what William had been doing.
"Sounds like he's possessed by a daemon!" Pippa said, chuckling, whilst sipping her Earl Grey tea.
"The bumshags I don't mind. But the mum pics are a tad creepy, don't you think?" Kate asked with one eyebrow raised.
"Well, yeah, I guess. But every bloke has his thing. So he wanted to shag his mum? Plenty of blokes do, and if every bloke's mum looked like Di, I'm sure even more would. I don't think it's anything to worry about."
"You don't?"
"No, babes. Just be glad he's shagging your bum rotten. Now I do think you probably need more than that, though. That lovely pussy of yours must be terribly lonely."
"Now that you mention it..." Kate snickered.
Kate and Pippa locked eyes. Pippa knew something was up.
