This is a work of fiction meant for adult audiences and all characters are above 18.
Neela woke up on day five physically and emotionally exhausted. Mauling by Dara and his guards had left her aching all over.
By the time she was awake, the Priest and the King were already present in her chamber along with Dara. By now, Neela was used to her nudity and being salivated upon and being masturbated to.
Still knowing that the priest and her uncle had stood there for God knows how long salivating over her rising and falling breasts and now bald pussy made her feel totally creeped out. But she could not protest anymore. Not only was she outnumbered but she had lost the will to fight.
The Priest spoke, "Ah princess Neela, glad to see that you are awake. We must hurry because our good friends and allies are awaiting the pleasure of your presence."
"Of course they are," thought Neela savagely worrying about what fresh hell awaited her.
Today apparently there was no bath. Although Neela felt dirty and sweaty, she could gladly live with that instead of another groping by Dara or witnessing the guards' delight at her soapy breasts.
The King and the priest accompanied her to the Royal court and thankfully Dara and his goons were left behind.
In another relief, only five kings waited at the Royal court. No Javid, no Bijan, no courtiers, and no representatives. Neela left out a sharp breath of relief. The day was already looking up.
The Priest spoke, "Princess Neela, after you are Queen, diplomacy will be a huge part of your duties. So, you will spend today by learning the art of diplomacy by your uncle King Mihir. Our Noble allies will assist you."
That sounded fairly simple and harmless but it rarely ever was with the Priest.
Now King Mihir spoke, "Dear princess, I have planned a day of diplomacy where in you will socialize both formally and informally with our allies. And this will begin by the formal welcome."
At these words all five kings stood up. They were already feasting on Neela's bouncing boobs and salivating in anticipation.
The King continued, "First, give them the traditional welcome of our kingdom."
Having never attended any formal dinner or official ceremony, Neela was clueless. Mihir continued, "Just follow my instructions."
Dreading the torment ahead and bracing herself for some surefire groping, Neela walked over to King Mihir and stood.
Mihir got up from his throne and said, "The first thing we do is to give each other a pat down to ensure that neither of us are carrying a weapon. Let me demonstrate."
As Neela stood seething in disgust, King Mihir stood facing her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slid them slowly onto her breasts. He cupped her breasts and lifted them up and caressed them. By this point, his dick was already throbbing and pushing against his trousers.
Then he moved his hands down to her navel and to her crotch. Mihir roughly cupped her pussy and rubbed his hands. Now as there was no pubic hair, Neela felt his touch directly on her vagina and her pussy instantly became wet.
Then the King moved on to her ass and grabbed them and squeezed them. He ran his hands slowly down her inner thighs. Neela struggled to control her Body's response but already her breasts were flushed and her pussy was dripping.
King Mihir announced, "I am delighted by your welcome. Now it is time for you to check me," and stood grinning in lustful anticipation.
Somehow touching him felt more demeaning to Neela than being touched by this dirty old man. She bit her lip and tried to control her revulsion as she nodded her head and started her ordeal.
She ran her hands over King Mihir's chest, and belly. As her hands moved towards his crotch, his dick grew bigger and started to twitch. Neela could even see from the corner of her eyes that some kings were already rubbing their crotches.
By the time Neela's hands reached Mihir's crotch, she could see that his pre cum had created a wet spot on his trousers. She tried to just skip the crotch and move down to his legs. But the Priest barked harshly, "Princess, please be thorough."
Her head bowed in embarassment, Neela put her hands on Mihir's dick. To her disgust, the moment she touched him, a strange expression came on his face he started to cum. Neela gave a yelp and tried to withdraw her hand, but Mihir moved swiftly and held her hand in place with his own hand.
So Neela had to stand holding his dick as Mihir's cum soaked his trousers, seeped through the cloth and wet her fingers. As she stood struggling to control her disgust, Mihir was giving a smile of great satisfaction.
After he was done ejaculating, Mihir released her hand. Neela slid her hand down his trousers along his thighs and finished the blasted exam.
Now it was the turn of the ally Kings and they followed Mihir's lead.
Each of the five kings took great pleasure in squeezing her boobs and cupping her pussy. And copying Amir all five old men ejaculated into her hands.
The Priest and the King stood looking very pleased by her molestation.
King Mihir announced "As per the custom of diplomatic meetings, now for some entertainment. Usually we would have courtesans specially trained in this task for pleasuring the Kings. But, as the presentation is closed for the outside world, we will take turns to entertain each other."
