The King S New Toy Ch 01

The King's New Toy, Ch. 01

Ava's arms were chained from the ceiling, feet barely able to touch the floor, and her back was against the cold stone of the cell wall. She was violently shivering, wearing only a thin nightgown that clung to her body and revealed all her curves, two full perky breasts and a small but round ass. She felt an icy sting as cold water was suddenly thrown on her by a guard to her left. She gasped and sputtered, blinking to clear her eyes.

"Where is he hiding?" the King's voice asked, soft but empty of feeling.

Ava said nothing. She stared at the swirling gold embroidery on the hem of his tunic, trying to focus on something besides the cold, the pain. She would never tell him what he wanted to know, no matter how hard he tried to break her.

She didn't see his hand, but she felt it. There was a blinding pain to the left side of her face and a ringing in her ears. It took a few seconds but after the stars in her eyes faded, she could taste the blood on her lip. Running her tongue over the wound and looking right into the King's eyes, she spat in his face. A low chuckle came from the King as he wiped his cheek and slowly shook his head. He came closer, so close she could smell his sweat now, and unease spread in her belly.

Reaching his right arm up to her bound hands, the King ran slow and gentle fingers down her arm to her collarbone, lingering at her neck. She shivered and looked away, disgusted by his touch. He gave her a small smile, full of dark thoughts. The King's hand swept up and grabbed her throat while his other caught a fist full of hair, forcing her head back. It took her by surprise and she sucked in a quick gasp of air. He brought his mouth close to her ear, his hot breath giving her goosebumps and making her shiver again.

"Do you know what I usually do to women who disrespect me, my darling Ava? I make them regret it...if they survive long enough of course." The King's breath tickled, and an unexpected warmth began to spread inside her. "And you, Ava...you are definitely a woman now aren't you?"

His hand left her throat and traveled down to her breast, her hard nipples showing through the fabric of the nightgown. The King ran his thumb in a slow circle around one of them and Ava gasped at the touch, trying to pull away though his hold in her hair was still firm. A small whimper escaped her as he pinched her nipple and he pulled back to look her in the eyes, his eyebrows raised. He gave a harder pinch and a jolt ran through her, a moan escaping her this time. With a growing smile, the King watched her as his hand continued down slowly, down her taut stomach, to her lower abdomen where he began to inch her nightgown up little by little. Ava's heart beat faster and she could feel her face flush.

The King finally hit bare skin and her breath hitched, eyes growing wide. A strangled panicked noise came from her throat as she struggled with nowhere to go. He hummed in wicked approval that made her stomach flip when he reached down to cup her pussy. Her face, her whole body burned with embarrassment knowing what he felt, and she had to close her eyes. Her body was betraying her, letting the King feel just how much she was enjoying this. Enjoying something she should be hating.

"Well," he said, drawing out the word, loud enough for the other guards to hear. "Look what I've found here. Lady Ava seems to be liking this, the naughty thing. All wet and ready for us."

She could hear a few of the men laugh and her shame was white hot. She would've never thought, never in a million years, that the King would touch her this way, talk to her like that. Not only was he the King and ruler of the land but he was also like a second father to her, someone she had trusted. Someone she could count on. Now he was touching her, humiliating her, and for some reason...she didn't want him to stop.

His finger moved over that little bud of sensation and Ava let out another moan as a ripple of pleasure went through her. Pleasure that felt so good even though she knew it was so wrong. She wasn't prepared when the King yanked her head back further, and she cried out when he plunged a finger inside of her. She had never felt anything like this before. A warmth was building inside of her, a tightness low in her belly. Ava felt her pussy gush wet and he gave a low groan as his finger slipped in deeper.

"A virgin?" the King growled.

Suddenly, he let go of her hair but reached around with one arm clasping her bare ass and lifted, using his left arm to hook under one of her knees. He pushed her against the wall as he removed the arm behind her and she could feel him fumbling with something below. By the time Ava realized what the King was doing, it was already happening.

A pain erupted, sharp and burning. She was being torn down the middle, being split apart, as the head of his thick cock plunged into her and took her breath away. She couldn't form a thought beyond the pain but was vaguely aware that he had now hooked his right arm under her other knee, leaving her completely open to him, at his mercy. He stayed there for a moment before pulling back slightly and thrusting even deeper, letting her tight pussy adjust to fit him. Sliding in and out, the pain lessened and she felt a tingling start to spread. Moving in slow strokes, the King's thick cock stretching her, he went as deep as he could go, grunting each time he bottomed out. Ava hated to admit it but it felt so damn good.

The thrusts got faster and harder, her bones bruising against the stone wall behind her as he pounded her pussy. His fingers bruised her thighs and his breath was hot on her neck. Ava let go now, she was past caring that there was a group of guards watching her and the King, past caring that you could hear the squelching of her wet pussy as his hard cock drilled into her. She let the pleasure flow through and fill her up without fighting it, letting it coil inside her, building and growing until she felt like she was about to burst. The King's cock thrust deep and then he held there, grinding against her pussy as he growled in her ear.

"Come for you me, you little slut."

He pulled out, then slammed into her again, and again. With one last ball's deep thrust, Ava's body exploded in a way she didn't know was possible. Wave after wave of sensation hit her, every muscle in her body tightening, her body spasming. She could feel her pussy milking him and then his whole body stiffened, cock pulsing, hot cum filling her and eventually dripping onto the stone floor below.

Before she could catch her breath, the King pulled away and removed his arms from her legs, letting her fall. She gasped and panted, trying to find her footing again on shaky legs, her shoulders screaming in pain from the sudden weight.

"What a pleasant surprise, I honestly didn't think you were still a virgin after your coming of age. Especially with my son's interest in you. So incredibly tight...and wet." Grabbing her chin and leaning in close he added, "Such a naughty thing, cumming on my cock like a dirty little slut."

Ava burned with shame because she knew she had actually enjoyed it, as much as she hadn't wanted to, even though she had tried to fight it at first. Her pussy ached and she could feel the mixture of their cum dripping down her inner thighs, and she knew she already wanted more.

The King grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and wiped his cock with it, smiling at the mix of fluid left behind. After he finished adjusting his breeches, he stood watching her with a satisfied smile for a long minute. She was still out of breath and covered in a sheen of sweat, beginning to shiver slightly again.

"Find out whatever she knows and throw her in a cell. Use her if you'd like, she's a nice treat, but don't hurt her too badly. I have plans for this one," he said to the guard nearest him, and without a look back, the King left.

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