Dethroned Ch 02

In a week, queen Ellendre had gotten quite used to the heavy chain around her neck. However, the crowd that was chained beside her was not easy to assimilate in. It was nighttime, and she was trying to sleep between two very fidgety women that ruled the islands off the coast of Yiulan. Or well, used to. Now, they tried to rule over Erik's little harem. That was something they shared with the rest of their sorry group. Even being chained together could not produce amicability between royalty. They were each monarchs, and being reduced to sex slaves within an year was not something any of them took easily. Some had responded by giving up entirely; only listening to commands directed at them, while others -- like Elle -- still had the fiery rage of freedom in their veins.

The chain rattled, interrupting her thoughts. It was too dark to make out who it was, but the scent of Nikolai gave her away. She forced space between the women, and was soon squeezed beside her. Elle tasted bile. Nikolai was one of the women who had given up.

"Sister, why won't you sleep?" she whispered, causing the former queen of Swallow Island to groan.

"Tired," she whispered back, which was true. Erik drove them hard. He must've had a genuine grudge against her and her sister to use their bodies so roughly. The taste of Nikolai's cunt was still fresh on her tongue. But there was another reason she was up, and she was still debating whether to tell Nikolai.

"Oh, you'll get used to it," Nikolai nodded, absentmindedly rubbing her belly. Thankfully, neither of them had gotten pregnant. Only very rarely someone did, and then after that, they would be too precious to be risked with the other wives. Elle considered the uplifting of their status little more than upgraded prison chambers. While it was true that some of the women held more sway over Erik than others, she knew it was pointless to capture her freedom that way. But Nikolai was someone who would pump out babies just to please her new master. And the fact that she could not rankled her.

Her hand snaked around Elle, and she felt the overpowering memory of them orgasming together, their clits sore against each other. As soon as the city had been restored, Erik had started creating public spectacles by forcing the sisters to fuck each other in public. It excited him more than anything else. She could feel her hot breath, the taste of her lips, her hair as it prickled against her face. The roughness of the table beneath her knees as they humped against each other in one of the public inns around the city. Her countrymen had watched impassively as their former queen had degraded herself for the pleasure of their new leader. None of them spoke dissent, but it would be suicide with Erik's undead lurking in every corner.

"Are you planning something?" the question popped the vivid memory. Elle brushed her off and contemplated. Nikolai was not the sister she had been. Though it was true that they had not spent much time together, the one thing that had differentiated them was that Nikolai had always been a pushover. But royal blood running through her body had kept her back straight. For her to break so easily turned Elle's thoughts traitorous. How could she ever have ruled if she bent so easily? If it weren't for the fact that she was her sister, Elle would've wanted nothing to do with her.

"I've found someone, a guard, who is willing to let me slip away for a bit. A night," she whispered hurriedly. But as soon as the words left her lips, she realized her mistake. Nikolai might be her sister, but she was not trustable.

She slowly shook her head and said, "Sister. You're only going to get burned. That guard will report you to Erik."

Elle clenched her jaw and reprimanded herself for divulging her plan. She had been surrounded by advisors her whole life. Not sharing a plan had felt impossible, but now she had to explain her reasoning to her very stupid sister. "I vetted him."

"You did? How?"

Elle wanted to push her away, but she scowled, saying, "Some men don't think too much."

Nikolai giggled, causing the woman next to her to groan again. "Just don't get burned. Erik is not as stupid as you'd believe."

It was time. She could not look at Nikolai to know what she felt. But Elle forced herself to believe that she would not be betrayed. She squeezed her hand and slowly made her way through the mass of sleeping women quietly. They were on the same floor as her throne room, and she remembered this room like the back of her hand. The door to the balcony was locked to prevent any of them from jumping to their dooms. Furthermore, a guard was stationed in case the door failed. Erik guarded his treasures jealously. The guard was technically not supposed to have access to the women, so he did not carry a key. But he was not undead, so he could be bribed. And when the door opened just a tinge, she slipped through, hoping she was not going to meet her doom.

The soldier pulled her outside roughly, and

click

, the chain was off her. The pale moonlight did not reveal what he did to remove the magical chain off her body, but it worked, and it reeked of magic. Despite her condition, Elle wrinkled her nose at distaste. Once the door was safely locked behind him, he turned toward her. She could remember him. Aren. He guarded the Royal Stables and had been hired by her mother some twenty years back. He was her countryman, but the only reason she had been able to bribe him was the fact that he was against her government. Not formally a member of the Usulad Rebellion, but with enough hate in his heart to be. He approached her slowly, his hand enclosing around her throat.

"We agreed,

after

I get what I--" her throat constricted completely under the pressure.

His lips brushed against hers as she tried to retain her regal composure. "You don't agree

anything

, princess. You're a toy. We'll see how good you are to me before making any promises."

It incensed her, to be used by someone with only peasant blood to claim. But she nodded furiously, hoping he wouldn't choke her to death before she could accomplish anything. He released her, and she fell to her knees immediately. Ignoring his chuckle, she wondered just how easily a woman could lose her dignity. It had only been a week, but submissiveness had been pounded into her relentlessly, and here she was kissing the cock of a man who had previously only ever dreamed of her from a distance.

"Gods, you're a slut, aren't you?"

She took him inside, shuddering in revulsion, but unable to deny the reflexive wetness growing between her legs. Metallic precum penetrated her senses as he tightened his fist around her hair. "I should've taken a job being your bodyguard. Bet he was pounding your whore ass every night."

Resisting the urge to glare at him, she fawned appropriately, nodding and pulling out. She pressed his wet cock against her face, feeling her own warm saliva drool its way down. "I'm your queen."

"What kind of queen grovels for a dick? I heard what you do you at the inns. It's filthy, what it is."

"Then wouldn't you like to punish me for losing? For becoming our nation's beloved fuck pet?"

That was exactly the right thing to say, because he pulled her roughly by her hair, and forced her against the door. "You're a bitch," his haggard whispering sent a shiver up her spine. "First, you lose to foreign invaders. Then you spread your legs for him in public."

Smack

. He slapped her ass and pressed his cock against her dripping cunt. "I've waited for so long to do this."

She cringed as his filthy cock entered her, but could not deny the twinge of pleasure accompanying her disgust. The duality strained her already tired mind, but she refused to give in, giving out a fake moan just so he'd finish early. He spanked her again. "Be quiet, slut. Your mother wouldn't want to hear you beyond her grave."

Then he started. He was as rough as soldiers go. His cock penetrated her with an ease that frightened her, but she had to force herself to not melt into him. She felt as if the tenous grip she had on her sanity was slipping. When he touched her breasts and pinched her nipples, she let out quite a real moan. The pleasure surging through her body made her careless, and she let go briefly, reveling in the euphoria of being degraded by a rebel peasant in her own castle. He fucked her like a common whore, her sole purpose being a wet hole for him to pummel his frustrations into. Kissing him felt like slime was pouring down her throat, yet the ecstasy that flowed through her body made her ignore everything. She rubbed her clit against the rough door, ignoring all sense of the decorum she possessed.

"Nothing like putting a queen where she belongs," he panted, spanking her again. "No wonder you were conquered so easily."

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm only... good for... hnng." His rough grip on her throat tightened. The lack of oxygen to her brain emboldened her desires, and she felt her orgasm scale the walls she'd built around her mind. No, she would not cum on this commoner's cock. But the thought of doing it, of truly being a whore propelled her into her climax. Clenching her jaw, she tried not to cry out as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. Eventually, the only thing holding her up was the guard. He pushed her head onto the door with a thud, crushing her against it as he finished as well. The wood, weathered by sun and rain pricked into her skin, but her mind was numb by now. Even his filthy seed entering her body and possibly impregnating her was not enough to rouse her.

When it was finally over, and his cock was back inside his trousers, he leaned against the railing, panting like a dog. "Fuck. He really did break you, huh?"

The sympathy in his voice almost broke her. She resisted the urge to fling him over the balcony and pulled away from the door, feeling semen trickle down her thighs. Instead, she grabbed his soiled napkin and wiped herself with it. It left her slightly dirty. Erik was insistent they keep themselves clean for fear of disease. Well, he didn't need her right now, so it didn't matter.

"Alright," Aren said, stretching. "Thirty minutes. When you get back, I'll shut that throat of yours to keep you from talking, eh?"

He chuckled at his own joke and she only nodded, grabbing the rope he'd smuggled for her. The moon was up high, and she would be clearly visible. An entirely naked woman descending the balcony through a flimsy rope. But this was her city. She knew that the turrets on the north east corner would hide her from prying eyes. And once she had descended, she would find what she was looking for immediately. Chances of hiding were low; she was simply too remarkable, too royal. Tying the rope on the balustrade, she hopped over before giving it a second thought, gliding painfully downward.

The city still reeked of invasion. Despite her peaceful surrender, there was a curfew in place. But she remembered these twisting alleys the way she remembered her face. Dashing from shadow to shadow, she managed to evade the undead guards and finally landed on the backdoor of the Golden Girls. Making sure she was still unseen, she lightly tapped on the door. She would be lying to herself if she truly believed that she knew anyone here. But it was her only thread to chase. The door opened a crack, and seeing her naked yet noble appearance, the tiny woman led her inside.

By the time she convinced the proprietor, Lady Yun, that she was who she said she was, her thirty minutes were long gone. They were seated in a private room. The relief of having clothes around her again almost made her cry. But she had to be a queen here. Though she had no respect for prostitutes or their ilk, she had begrudgingly tolerated them during her rule. Now it seemed as if it would pay off. The room was erotic, and smelled of the incense Yun used, along with sex.

"The undead show no mercy," she was explaining, "it's as if they're controlled by only their base desires," she chuckled then, sipping her drink. Elle had not been offered any. "Not much different from men, I suppose. But given the size of my business here, I expect a more... regal clientele," she finished. She spoke with the nasal edge the upper nobility had, but her voice was colored with nervousness. She was afraid of who would come knocking.

Elle took a deep breath, and finally broached the subject, "You must know why I'm here."

"Do I?"

"How loyal are you to the throne, Lady Yun?"

She eyed her. "I haven't called the guards," she took another sip.

Elle was still suspicious, but she nodded. "My father--"

"I know. I know why you've come here. Mirabelle left Lu'lu a decade ago though. "But," she took a deep breath, "I'll do what I can for you. I'm surprised you knew."

A knot unraveled in Elle's chest, and an almost-smile broke into her face for the first time in days. "Father was terrible at keeping secrets."

"Was he, now? He was rather meticulous the times he arrived. Mirabelle was smitten," Yun's gaze traveled back in time. She looked away, lost in her own thoughts. Then she continued slowly, "I'll be frank with you. Your family's rule had grown unpopular."

She didn't tell her that she had been in the middle of fixing everything. Her father had been a good king, but too many of his policies ended up hurting the class they were supposed to care for. And then, only a few years into her reign, the invasions began, and her wartime economy only made things worse.

Yun went on, "But I knew your father. And through him I know you. I don't think he was ever meant to be king. But you."

Her words rankled Elle. Though Yun was high born, she had

no

right to speak of the royal family this way. Before Elle could reprimand her, Yun placed her cup on the desk beside her and then went down on her knees. "This old woman doesn't have much to give except her loyalty. Will you take it, Queen Ellendre, true ruler of the Peninsula of Pearls."

Stunned, Elle took her hand and kissed it. Yun looked up. "I have never known a man as honest as your father. And if anything of him is in you, then I know you will succeed. Know that you have an ally in me, my queen."

An hour later, she was the one on her knees, cock wedged into her throat, struggling to breathe. Aren had used her relentlessly, not caring if he bruised her. Her vision almost blacked out before he finally pulled out. While she coughed out his fluids out of her lungs, he berated her, "Two hours! It's almost dawn, you bitch."

Elle did not apologize. It infuriated him further, and soon enough, her throat was massaging him again. Her back pressed painfully against the railing. "You like this, don't you? You did this on purpose."

She wondered if he truly believed what he was saying. To appease him, she spread her legs apart and fingered her clit slightly, watching him through teary eyes. That snapped him out, and with a drawn-out groan, he began pounding her throat with his seed. She tried to quiet the gargles escaping out of her throat with no success. He held her there, choked with dick and struggling with her breath and arousal. When he finally let go, she collapsed to the ground, breathing the life back into her body. The sky was a pale periwinkle when she able to stand up again. Aren had retreated to his post, and was calmly smoking a cigar. When she reached for the napkin, he stopped her and pointed at his now-soft shaft. Disgusted, she picked it up again and wiped the fluids off her body with it. By the time she was wiping it between her legs, he was fully hard again. His eyes told her he needed her again, but it was too late. She rubbed him on her pussy, not expecting the twinge of pleasure that followed. Pressing him on her clit, she rubbed him gently against her, feeling her match his throbbing. His hands gently landed on her ass, kneading it. That broke the spell, and she pulled back, trying not to shudder in revulsion. But it was no matter. She had found an ally in Lady Yun. She could whoop in joy for that.

"You're wet."

"Yes."

"Where

were

you?"

"On the balcony."

"That guard. Aren. You know he used to be a stable boy right?"

"I do."

"Then why?"

Elle did not respond. She was trying to get some shuteye before Erik dragged her and Nikolai off to entertain him again. But Nikolai remained insistent. "Sister. We're his."

"Not me."

"It doesn't matter what you believe."

It did not surprise Elle to see Nikolai behave this way. A strong reprimand built up in her throat before she let it dissipate away. Nikolai took that as another sign to keep going. "We're his. Mind and body. Stop resisting, and everything will be clear."

Her fingers had then caressed her clit. After everything that had happened through the night, Elle couldn't find it in her to resist anymore. Lips enclosed around Nikolai, she moaned. And that was how Erik found them that morning, wrapped around each other. He was so excited that he took them both then and there, each of the queens of the Yiulan islands wrapped around him. The pleasure blanked Elle's mind, and in her numb state, she never was able to bribe Nikolai to keep her mouth shut.

That afternoon, a pavilion was set up in the grounds, and she watched as Aren was chased by the undead dogs that never tired. They nipped and bloodied him, driven with a frenzy that only Erik could control. His cock was twitching wildly inside of her, as if watching the violence sated a deep sexual need inside of him. She was atop him, forced to watch. She refused to feel the pleasure of Nikolai's tongue devouring her, but in her broken state, all she could manage was to stall her orgasms a few moments, convulsing wildly around her conqueror's rod as he held her. The air was cold around her body. Her former advisors were scattered across the ground, also forced to watch the brutal execution.

"Never forget, queen Ellendre," Erik whispered. "Traitors are not forgiven in my empire. But you need not worry. I will make your people into soldiers with a will of steel. Soft men will be wiped out."

She didn't know what Nikolai had told Erik, but it seemed that she was spared. "Yes, your highness," she mumbled. Nikolai tapped her thigh, tongue caressing her slit. When Elle looked at her, she gave a wink, before drowning her into another orgasm. No, she thought, her muscles clenching around Erik's huge shaft, Nikolai could not be trusted.