Eshana is in a dungeon far below the palace of Emperor Kurgesh, ruler of Zerune. She is naked, her pussy aching from overuse and her recent orgasm. Looming over her crotch, on hands and knees, a naked blonde slave woman is being brutally fucked by the Emperor, their Master. Xeka's eyes are squeezed tight, her shallow grunts echoing the much deeper, more guttural sounds coming from her rapist's throat.
"Uh..uh..uh...your pussy is nice and wet, little one. Mmmm. I'm going to have fun ramming my hard meat in you so deep, all night long!" Kurgesh growls. Xeka's whole body is tensed, as if she's trying to blot out all sensation. But as Kurgesh slaps her butt cheeks and saws his cock back and forth to vanish in her damp heat, it's a losing battle. The blonde bows her head more deeply, her squelchy pussy giving away her body's pleasurable reactions. The walls of her pussy love being battered by that thick, vein-engorged cock.
"Pp-please M-master....uhh...uhh..." is all she can groan, her pussy blossoming with warmth. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at Eshana, who lies still, silently watching, mesmerized by her fellow slave's ordeal.
"What's wrong, cunt? You licked all of my nasty cum out of Slave Eshana's pussy. Don't you think you deserve a reward?"
The Emperor's rugged face has dark eyes. They glitter like black pearls, hungrily watching as Slave Xeka lunges her pussy back to sheathe his cock in her slick wetness. Her moans are still subdued though, and it is clear that she still hates the man that is doing this to her, even if her body is enjoying the pleasurable sensations of a truly prodigious penis.
Kurgesh's face darkens, and he pulls out of the blonde's pussy in contempt, smacking her bottom mercilessly. SMACK! Xeka shudders, her shrill cry ruining the mood. "You dumb whore! I can sense the truth about you, and the truth is this: the brunette fuck-toy is much closer to becoming a good slave than you are. Slave Eshana's reluctance has been overt, but at least I see pleasure in her eyes when I fuck her. You, Slave Xeka -- you are outwardly obedient, but I sense the loathing you harbor towards me. You are a deeply resentful creature, no matter how lush your body may be. You do not deserve an imperial cock granting its load of cum into your unworthy snatch!"
He turns to Eshana as he steps off the table, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "You, on the other hand, my dark-haired sweetie...would you like me to release you from those awful chains?"
Still spread-eagled on the table, her wrists and ankles feeling the chafe of the iron bracelets, Eshana eagerly nods.
"Yes, Master! Please, I'll be a good girl. I'll do whatever you wish," she begs.
The Emperor nods solemnly. "I know you will, sweetie." He motions to his guard, and the grizzled, one-eyed soldier carefully unlocks the ankle bracelets first, then the wrist shackles. Eshana can hardly believe her good fortune as the manacles come free. She shifts, sitting upright as her legs dangle from the metal table. She temporarily forgets her nakedness in the throes of relief as she rubs at her now-liberated wrists with both hands.
"Uhhh...Thank you, Master," she says simply, and her eyes look at him with sincere gratitude.
Kurgesh gives a slight acknowledgement, and then his hands rest on her slender shoulders with surprising care. He looks at her rounded, slightly reddened breasts and then his eyes rove downward to the fuzz of her cunt. He inserts two fingers deeply into her intimate orifice, enjoying the sudden gasp which escapes her lips as her eyes immediately and imploringly meet his gaze.
"P-please h-have mercy, Master! Wh-what do you wish me to do?" she sputters.
"Are you truly grateful for what I have done, slave...removing these shackles from your fragile limbs? Hm?" As he asks the question, the naked Emperor's cock comes to gently rest along the brunette's sexy hip. He glances down at it suggestively. His remaining free hand clasps the nape of the woman's neck, pushing her head forward almost delicately as his lips brush across her mouth. He can still feel her squirm on his two fingers as he plows her tainted sex with them, in and out, withdrawing and deeply plunging by turns. Her heart rate is elevated.
He likes that. His cock hardens the more her pulse races. "What do you feel now, slave? Tell your Master exactly what you are FEELING. Answer truthfully, or you WILL be punished." Slave Eshana looks into the Emperor's steely gaze. Her crotch grinds a little on his fingers, saying more to him than words ever could. The wetness trickling down those two fingers says even more.
"Well, slave? Why are you wiggling your cute ass on my two fingers as they fuck your lovely hole? Hm?"
With awful shame coloring her cheeks, Eshana bites her lip to stifle a very incriminating moan. Her crotch grinds a little more firmly, helping the fingers slip in that much deeper into her sex. "I...I..."
"You WHAT?" Kurgesh prods. His free hand is now tracing feathery touches down the skin of Eshana's back, caressing the smooth planes on either side of her spine down to her tailbone before ascending once more, until one entire arm hugs her from behind, holding her tight as the finger-penetrations grow more insistent, increasing in depth.
Her pubic mound rubs firmly into his hand now, and her guilty moans are impossible to miss. "I...I feel GOOD, Master. I love the way you touch me," she admits, her cheeks coloring even as her eyes turn downcast.
Kurgesh's hand cups her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. She is so beautiful right now, so helpless. The mixture of gratitude and fear in her eyes is sublime, and it makes his dick grow so hard it's as if his very soul might burst from its tip.
"Come here, sweetie...let's get you mounted up on your Master's nice, warm cock. Would you like to feel more than just two measly fingers? Hm? What about your Master's entire, thick, THROBBING shaft buried to the hilt between those sexy legs?"
Knowing that there is only one correct answer, but oddly aroused and willing to say it regardless, Slave Eshana nods right away, and she licks her lips as her eyes alight on that massive prick. "Y-yes Master. What do you want me to do?"
"Ever been fucked by a man who is standing up?" he asks with a tone of wry amusement. His fingers suddenly slide disappointingly free from her sex, and his two hands now cup her buttocks, lifting her clearly of the table and crushing her against his chest. She makes a startled little gasp as her arms instinctively lasso around his neck for something to hold onto. She holds tightly to him, her hips pressing around his waist as he slowly lines up his throbbing penis and pushes her down onto his cock, inch by agonizing inch, until she encases him like the most delightfully tight velvet vice.
"Oooohhh YES...Fuck me, woman! You are such a treasure, sweetie. You are one of the best gifts I've ever received from our raiders who plunder beyond the sea! Mmmm...can you move that pussy up and down my cock? Can you wiggle your ass for me?"
