Princess Natalia writhed animatedly beneath the foul smelling Hoggarty for the last time, her bottom, naked like the rest of her, stinging against the rough straw filled mattress as her jailor fucked her hard. His lust for the delicate Princess knew no bounds, taking her to his filthy bed at least once a day, stripping her bare before kneeling her to his cock. No one could stop him, his power absolute in the dank dark hell-hole of the dungeons beneath the great Castle; as powerful as she had been before there was no answer to his demands and to refuse him meant punishment.
Hoggarty had laid her slender figure across his knees and spanked her without mercy for daring to suggest he washed some of the stench from him before expecting her to accommodate him, there had been no words, just grunts as he swept her from her feet and upended her. Natalia could barely feel his hand on her numbed cheeks as he lifted her from his lap and spread her across his straggly bed and for the second time that day entered her forcibly with a cock that resembled an overripe gherkin.
The Princess squealed and thrashed at his back as Hoggarty took his pleasure but the plan was working and Natalia had to be strong to see it through. Speed was of the essence, the great hog of a man could not contain his fervour once he had entered her and she knew he would ejaculate within a minute. He was grunting louder and more urgently as Natalia fingered the cold handle of the long bladed dagger strapped to his belt; in his ardour after spanking her he had mounted the Princess without removing his rags giving her the opportunity she had been waiting for.
His cock stopped mid thrust, a loud grunt of surprise filling the dank room as Natalia sank the blade deep into his side as far as it would go; she felt the resistance of bone and trembled as she renewed her efforts to spear him. There could be no error, if she failed she knew her head would roll from her shoulders with one sweep of the executioner's sword, but things were not going to plan, Hoggarty had her by the throat squeezing the life from her between his huge hands. She struggled hopelessly beneath him, fingers desperately feeling for the dagger then she found it at last and slewed it upwards inside him, the blade carving everything in its path.
Hoggarty released the pressure on Natalia's throat and blood spurted from his mouth before collapsing on top of her, expelling the last of her air under his dead weight. It seemed an eternity before she finally wriggled from beneath his body cleaning herself quickly with rags before sliding into the once resplendent gown, now jaded and stained. She needed some sort of disguise and found a ragged sackcloth cloak and hood obviously belonging to the jailor as it smothered her slim frame. Wrapping it about her she fumbled around his body for the keys, retrieving them and slinking from the dingy room into the forbidding dark corridors of the dungeon.
Trembling in the shadows of a dripping alcove she avoided a guard coming from the main gate, continuing towards it keeping to the dark side. Her relief was palpable as she reached the huge iron gates thankfully unprotected, the guard probably heading for instructions from Hoggarty, time would be marked in minutes before the alarm went up. Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the keys, the third attempt giving the longed for 'clunk' of the bolt receding into the lock, then she was out into the City's night and free!
*****
Her twin sister Saria was far removed from the scheming Natalia, completely naked and astride Lord Bowdan lying on his back atop the sumptuous four poster bed, her youthful twenty years doing the work for her Lord half a century older than she. Daygar had gifted her to him to replace Natalia jailed for her treachery. The wise old man feasted on Saria's young beauty, her nubile breasts dancing before him as she rode his stiff cock, the Princess 'rising to the trot' in the spirit of the accomplished horsewoman she was. Her waist length golden hair glistened in the morning sun streaming in from the coloured glass window above them; teasing his arms as he cupped the peachy orbs of Saria's bottom in his gnarled hands.
The princess had stiffened him with her lips, dutifully kneeling before the old Lord bobbing gently on his cock, her small hand caressing his wrinkled ball sac before mounting his stallion-like erection. He was a gentle man, careful with her unlike Daygar who had all but raped her and her sister, taking their virginity one after the other with his massive cock. Lord Bowdan was nothing like him and she had come to respect his courtesy for her and his generous nature, Saria was happy to supply the old man with his pleasure. Leaning forward she allowed him to gently tease her nipples with his lips whilst bearing down on his penis, spreading her hips to engulf him within her and enhance his gratification.
Saria could feel his urgency and slipped off him, slinking up to him by his side, her hand taking over from her womanhood as she massaged him gently between her slender fingers. His hands worked over her nakedness, rough and misshapen with age but transmitting her beauty through his touch to his cock firmly in her grip. The Princess looked on in wonder as the old man jerked in her hand, his cream spurting high into the air before showering her hand, then another wave and another as he released his passion, laying exhausted.
Princess Saria stroked his wilting manhood then cuddled up to the old man, her breasts teasing his chest with rock hard nipples, her hair now draped onto him, tantalising his upper body. 'My Lord,' she husked, 'can I request a favour?'
'Anything my young dove,' he whispered, stroking her luscious locks.
'My sister,' she began, 'I can't bear the thought of her languishing in that dungeon. Please My Lord, is there anything you can do to release her from that place?'
'She is lucky to be alive,' he said harshly, Natalia stiffened at his unnatural curtness.
Saria kissed him gently. 'Please my Lord, for me, make her your slave and have her sent to the kitchens of your Castle. I don't want to see her again but I want her safe, I am certain she must be in danger in that awful place.'
The Princess was still stroking his spent cock feeling it twinge in her fingers yet unable to repeat its performance. Lord Bowdan felt the exquisite pleasure pain of his exhausted cock and wished he could exploit it further but his age was a barrier to that but her beauty was his and he continued to pleasure his eyes on her. 'I will do as you wish, Princess,' he said plainly. 'She will be safe but her life will be harsh and her punishments frequent and there will be no further entreaty from you on her behalf.'
'You are a kind Lord. Punish her as hard and as often as you see fit, she deserves no less.'
She felt his cock stiffen and expel a small trickle of cum in her hand as her words sank in. Little did they know that Natalia had escaped and was now a fugitive wanted for murder, her execution now almost certain.
*****
Simaca could have empathised with Natalia's rough treatment by her jailor. Lord Grojon lacked any grace with women and his handling of her belied her previous status as a Queen. As a hard fighting warrior his women were commoners from the streets or plundered from countless battles, forced to his cock by right of conquest, yielding their treasures without discussion. As a Queen she had been used to the ritual of courtship, to flattery and foreplay, with Grojon as her Lord and master she must accede to his demands but he didn't have any delicacy.
Yet another dress lay ripped and ruined by his powerful hands, discarded to the floor as he stripped Simaca of her petticoats and bodice, throwing her onto the bed beneath his naked muscular body. His scarred face peered down on his Queen as his hands prepared her for his rampant cock, fingers probing her entrance, knees forcing her legs apart to accept him. Simaca squealed involuntarily as his iron hard erection pierced her, hands now slapping her breasts bringing her nipples from within their areolas and squeezing them painfully between finger and thumb.
Grojon knew he was being unduly rough with his new high-born lady but couldn't help himself having spent years taking women during the heat of battle for his pleasure. He had lost count of the number he had bent to his will, stripping them naked and riding them hard beneath him and Queen Simaca was no different. In her finery she was radiant and almost untouchable to him, resplendent and delicate with an air of authority, a Lady to behold and admire but when stripped of her gowns and lace she instantly became just another woman to slake his thirst on. He fucked her like all the common women he had fucked before her, hard and without mercy until he spent his load.
Simaca had quickly learned her place, no longer a Queen she needed Grojon for her status at Court and as the Commander of the largest army of the ten nations his position was at least equal to any Lord of the Great Chamber. She gripped his back as he relinquished his visceral juices into her, his buttocks tightening then thrusting his balls between her legs, girlish moans in feigned pleasure at his climax. Relieved as he slid from her she covered herself and lay quietly as Lord Grojon dressed in his warlord attire, replacing his still hard cock within his clothing. He would be gone for some time, leading a large portion of his army into Centria to quell an uprising by the dethroned 'Bitch Queen' Boudina.
*****
'Where do you think you're going boy?' the bulky man said grabbing an arm and bringing the slight figure dressed in a ragged cloak to heel.
'Answer wretch,' said another of the three men. 'The feel of my leather across his backside will loosen his tongue,' he added beginning to pull of his belt.
Princess Natalia had blundered into the three men in the darkness and cowered helplessly in the iron grip of one of them. She knew if she spoke her voice would betray her.
'Come here beggar boy,' one said as he handled her towards a row of barrels upending her across his knee in one swoop, 'he'll soon talk after I've reddened his hide,' the others stood by laughing.
He swept the cloak up Natalia's legs not noticing her gown beneath the bulky rags of the cloak in the fading light and bared her bottom against his knee, lashing his belt firmly across her already smarting bottom. Her silence was impossible to keep and a shrill cry came from her lips then one of them noticed her hair dripping from inside the hood.
'That's no boy,' he said, and then noticing her golden locks, 'she's no beggar either.'
