A/N: This story is a submission for
Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2024
, please vote. Constructive comments are always welcome.
In a realm once resplendent with grandeur, the kingdom of Eldoria had fallen under the tyrannical rule of the invading forces of Zolaria. Queen Anya, once a symbol of grace and sovereignty, was now a broken vessel in the hands of the enemy.
Conquered and stripped of her royal dignity, Anya was subjected to an unimaginable torment. The Zolarian commander, Ivar, a cruel and sadistic warlord, had taken her as his slave queen and transformed her into a mere object of sexual gratification.
Night after night, the palace chambers echoed with the sound of her cries as the warlord subjected her to degrading and humiliating acts. The once-sacred bed of the queen was now a stage for his depraved lust.
With each passing day, Anya felt herself changing, as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was starting to enjoy the sexual acts she was forced to commit. The regal queen who had once commanded armies and ruled a nation was now a cock hungry slut.
Anya knew that if this was how she was going to spend the rest of her life, she wanted to do something about it. She wanted to take control, and regain the power she had lost. She would embrace her new position, enjoy the new found pleasures of the flesh. Seeing the change in Anya's attitude, Ivar allowed her to finally leave the bedchamber but she had a new dress code to abide by.
Ivar ordered her to be naked at all times, so that his soldiers could leer and gaze upon her luscious form. He also wanted her to display her new submissive nature. Her golden hair, used to elegant updos was now to be left loose down her back. Her lips, once painted with the most exquisite rouges, were to be bright red with whore's lipstick. He allowed her to wear her previous adornment. the beautiful jewels and the heavy crown which used to be a symbol of her power and status, now a mockery, and a humiliating reminder of how far she had fallen.
With a collar locked around her neck and the crown on her head, the beautiful queen walked into the thrown room. Ivar reclined on his throne and watched with pleasure as his slave made her way to him, taking her new place at his feet.
"Come here, you filthy slut," Ivar commanded. "I need to feel that hot mouth on my cock."
On her knees, Anya moved towards her master, eager to taste the object of her new obsession. As the queen's soft lips wrapped around his cock, Ivar was pleased that he had managed to tame the proud beauty. He could see the fire in her eyes. She hated him, yet she loved what he was doing to her. She would suck him dry every night, and in the morning she would kiss the ground he walked on, all for the chance to service him again.
Ivar smiled to himself as he realized he had made the right choice, instead of executing her like he had her husband the previous king, he'd kept her for his pleasure. She was the reward for his hard work. He could see the envy and admiration in the other men's eyes.
He could feel her lips tightening around him, and his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled around him as he fucked her mouth.
"Oh, that's it," Ivar moaned as she swallowed him whole.
"I am thinking that I need to give you a little challenge," he said, "you seem to have gotten used to having my cock in your mouth."
"It's been two months, master, I think I know exactly what you like," the queen replied, with a sly smile.
"Oh, yes, my sweet, but you still need to be reminded that you are nothing more than a fuck doll," he replied.
"I have the perfect task for you," he added, as Anya watched him reach into his pocket and take out a small black box.
She was puzzled and curious at the same time, but didn't want to seem too eager, and simply waited.
"Take it," he commanded.
"Open the box."
"Now," he ordered.
The queen did as she was told and gasped at the contents. It was a large dildo, a double ended one, which was to be inserted into both her holes.
"How would you like to take me in your ass, bitch?"
Anya was shocked at the suggestion, but strangely aroused at the thought.
"Your silence speaks for itself. Get on the throne," he ordered.
As she did, Ivar bent her over, and grabbed the toy. He pushed the tip of the large fake cock against her wet cunt, and slid it in. She moaned, as her body took the object inside her. Then he pressed the second end against her ass. Anya's eyes widened as she felt her ass being penetrated, it was the first time that her forbidden hole was violated. He'd taken his pleasure in her body, forced pleasure on her, but he'd not entered that forbidden hole. Until today, in front of all the guards present in the room with them.
The pain was intense, and tears stung her eyes. She screamed out and tried to pull away, but his grip on her waist was too strong. He forced her down, slowly working the dildo into her ass. he took his time, using the wetness from pussy to lubricate his way, until it was completely sheathed in both holes. It was strange the way he took care not to hurt her, even though he was no giving her any choice but to accept whatever he wanted.
Her body was betraying her. She was enjoying this, despite the pain. As she adjusted to the feeling of the huge toy inside her, her moans and cries turned into a low guttural growl.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, watching her body writhe in pleasure.
"Y-Yes, Master," Anya moaned.
"Good, now it's time for your challenge."
"You will walk around the castle and present yourself to my guards," he ordered.
"What?" she asked, shocked at the command.
"Are you questioning me?" Ivar said, slapping her ass hard.
"You heard me, slave," he added, "now go, and show them your new gift, show them that you are nothing but a cock loving slut."
Anya nodded and did as she was told. She walked out of the throne room and headed towards the guard's quarters, the toy inside her, making each step harder and more awkward than the last. The pleasure making her breath shallow, her skin flushed, and her breasts heaved.
As she entered the quarters, all the men in the room turned to look at her, and she blushed furiously. They all knew who she was, and her position in the palace. Yet, she had come to them, and their eyes roamed her body, lustfully. She walked towards them, her eyes on the floor.
"Good afternoon Your Highness," one of the men said, breaking the silence, and making her blush even harder.
"Look at me," he commanded.
"That's a good girl."
"What can we do for you, Your Highness," another guard asked, stepping closer to her.
"M-Master sent me," Anya whispered.
"And what does he want us to do with you?" a third man asked, placing his hand on her hips.
"he wants me to show you all my new gift"
"And where is this gift?" the first guard asked.
"Down there," she said, pointing towards her groin, her voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that," the guard teased, "can you say it a bit louder?"
"M-my...pussy," the queen answered, her voice a bit louder, but still barely audible.
"Speak up, Your Highness," the second guard ordered, "we are not mind readers, and we can't help you if we can't understand what you're saying."
"M-my pussy," she said, louder this time, "it's...down there."
The men all laughed, as she pointed towards her pussy, her finger grazing her clit.
"Then why dont you bend over and show us that pretty pussy" the guard suggested. she turned around, placing her hands on the wall, she bent down. the guards could see clearly her leaking pussy and ass stuffed full with the dildo.
"we can't see anything, spread you legs and pull those checks apart so we can see your new gift properly" the guard said.
Anya did as she was told. She pulled her legs further apart and with trembling hands pulled her cheeks apart, exposing herself completely.
"What a lovely sight," the guard said, "why dont you tell us how you feel."
"I-I...feel...dirty," the queen stuttered, her voice shaking with fear.
"And?" one of the guards prompted.
"And aroused. Excited." Anya admitted.
"You're a good girl," the guard said, running his finger along her slit, making her tremble with anticipation, "such a good girl, so wet and ready."
The guard stepped back and watched as the others circled around her, their hands grabbing her soft skin.
"What makes you so excited?" someone, she couldn't see who, asked.
"The fact that my ass is full," the queen replied, her voice now steady.
"And does that excite you?"
"Yes, yes, it does," she moaned, as they stroked her dripping pussy, making her body ache with desire.
"And what about this," another man asked, as his fingers slid between her pussy lips.
"Ahhhh, that feels good," she cried, as his finger brushed against her swollen clit.
"Tell us more," someone, again, she couldn't see who, spoke.
"I can't think," she groaned, her body writhing under their touch, "I can't...concentrate."
"Just focus on how you feel," one of the men urged.
"So warm, so wet, and the pressure is building."
"You mean like this," the guard said, pressing his thumb against her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Yes, yes," the queen moaned, her voice rising with each passing moment, "yes, yes, yes!"
The guard pulled his hand away, and stepped back.
"No, please," she begged, "don't stop."
"Oh, but you can't cum. The King didn't give you permission, did he?," he asked, a mischievous smile on his face.
"But...but, please, I'm begging you," Anya cried.
"Are all queens this naughty," the guard said, shaking his head, "how about we edge you? so you can be ready when you get the King's permission"
"P-Please," the queen whimpered, her body trembling with need.
"Very well," the guard said, "spread those legs wide."
Anya obeyed. The guards moved closer and surrounded her. Their fingers teased her, stroking her sensitive flesh, someone played with her nipples. they touched her everywhere until it felt like every part of her body was a erogenous, always stepping away when she was about to cum.
Finally after what felt like a million edges, they all stepped away.
"Well it is time for our shift, my lady, it has been a pleasure to keep you company but we should go"
Go? her body felt like a time bomb ready to blow anytime but these man were just going to leave her like this?
"We hope you enjoy your new gift, Your Highness. I'm sure the King will" one of the guards said mischievously.
They all walked away, leaving the queen naked and aching, the dildo still inside her. She looked down at her body, her pussy throbbing with need. She had never felt so alive.
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She decided to return to her master, her new master, and give him what he wanted. As she entered the throne room, her skin flushed, her pussy dripping, her heart racing.
"You did well, my dear," the king said, "but I think it's time for you to earn your release."
He rose from his throne and motioned for her to follow him. She walked behind him, her ass filled, her pussy dripping, and her heart racing.
They walked back to their room and Ivar pointed to the bed.
"Bend over," he commanded, and she did as she was told.
Ivar removed the dildo and threw it aside. He then positioned himself behind her, his hard cock ready for her tight cunt.
"What do you say," he asked, teasing her opening with his cock.
