Prince Adam lounged on the throne at the end of the great hall. His golden fur waved in the breeze drifting through the open door to the luscious gardens beyond. He growled as the blonde maid ruffled his sunburnt mane, the soft fur sliding easily through her delicate fingers. She winced at the sound from his lips, praying she had not hurt him. A smile crept across his lips. He knew the fear he instilled in the young woman; in all of them, including the brunette who looked up at him with nervous eyes as she stroked his thick, hard cock. One wrong move and they would be cast onto the floor with the other slaves, to be toyed with for his pleasure.
He took a sip of wine from his goblet and surveyed the great hall. The female and male slaves of the castle lay about the marble floor, some naked, their skin raw with red lines and dried candle wax. Some still wore their undergarments, cowering in groups, knowing what was to come.
On various tables around the room bodies lay in various positions, some face down, some face up, a few bent over the table before them. All were naked, their glistening pussies and hardened cocks visible to all.
His voice boomed out and echoed through the room, "Mrs Potts." The head of the kitchen looked over to her beastly Prince. "How far can that rolling pin penetrate his arse?"
Mrs Potts turned to the male slave before her. He was bent over the table, his hard cock quivering between his legs. Placing the wooden rolling pin at his puckered hole, she pushed in. The man whimpered and tightened his arse.
"Now pet, you know how this has to go. Relax, you will enjoy it." Mrs Potts had a soft voice that hid her devious nature. Though she knew this was not appropriate, she relished the chance to participate in the Prince's fantasies. Pushing harder, her pussy gushed a little as the pin popped past the restriction and slid deep into the slave's arse. Mrs Potts pushed the pin as far as it would go before looking back at the Prince and grinning.
Prince Adam nodded his approval and watched as his loyal servant began to thrust the rolling pin in and out of the arse before her. The movement and twisting of her hips told him she was wet and would soon need release. He turned his attention to the brunette who had slowed her strokes. His eyes bore into her till she refocused and increased her efforts. He waved a single finger at her, shaking his head as he clucked his tongue.
She knew she had done wrong. Kneeling she attempted to take the cock into her mouth and make up for her misdoings, but it was too late. With one look the woman was dragged away over to the group awaiting their fate, and the blonde was planted in her place. Her delicate hand engulfed his thick rod, making him look larger than he was. She squeezed the shaft making him purr before beginning the long, slow strokes, keeping him hard as he moved his gaze to his trusted major-domo, Cogsworth.
"Cogsworth, playing with two I see."
The major-domo had pulled two slaves from the floor. He directed the male to lay on the table on his back and positioned the female on the table, straddling his hips, his cock sliding deep into her wet cunt.
"Make them cum with that riding crop. I want to hear them scream."
Cogsworth bowed to his Prince and instructed the two on what was expected. "Bounce on his cock lovey, spread those legs wide so he goes deep."
Despite the fear coursing through them, both slaves obliged and felt their excitement grown. She let her head fall back trying to forget the scene around her before crying out as the piercing sting of the riding crop connected with her clit. Her cry was closely followed by the yelp of her counterpart as the crop stung his balls. Tears welled in their eyes as the crop came down again and again.
Cogsworth sneered as his cock responded to the cries of his slaves. He grew harder with each connection of the riding crop to their most sensitive regions. His focus was brought back to the two before him as the gruff grunt from the Prince and a nod of his head indicated a disapproving change. His slaves, sobbing, had stopped moving. He brought the crop down hard on her nipples. The bouncing recommenced, as did the crop.
Through the pain the slaves found a rhythm and brought themselves to climax, screaming their orgasm to the delight of both their master and their Prince.
"Bravo," Prince Adam called. "Now, show your master love."
Reluctantly the two slid off the table, undid Cogsworth's trousers, and began to lick the shaft of the old, hard cock. Cogsworth held a head in each hand and leaned against the table. He controlled the ministrations as he decided which throat he would explode down. His cock alternated from his mouth to hers, their tongues lashing his head upon entry. She pursed her lips around his cock, prepared to take his seed so the male did not have to. He felt her mouth tighten around him and his balls receded. Pulling out of her he plunged his cock deep into the male slave's mouth, emptying his cum down his throat.
He held his head in place making sure he had swallowed it all before pushing him aside and beckoning the next two slaves from the floor. This time he chose two males, positioning them the same way.
