Chapter Seven: The Thing Becomes Fuck-Meat
"The Dwarve that brought you to my city explained that you are no longer Lady Teddem. You have been cast out of your clan, made nameless," Jennenes said to the naked Dwarven woman kneeling before him. He too was naked aside from his crown, yet he moved confidently as if wrapped in magical armor. The glowing tattoos that cover much of his body suggest this was more than his regal confidence, but that such a thing was in fact true.
The woman's body was hunched over, her huge breasts pressed into her bent knees as she bowed before the king of Iphasea. On her lower back, just above the crack of her ass, a dimly glowing Dwarven rune was burnt into her skin. He'd seen that when he gave the woman a command the rune burnt more intensely, working its Runic magic on her to ensure she followed the order.
"With you're name taken away I must decide what to call you. Do you have any suggestions?" Silence was her only answer, that and a soft, almost imperceptible sob. "When you last were before me you proclaimed loudly that your huge tits were the marvel of the Shadow Mountains. But the Shadow Mountains have cast you out, your name never to be uttered again except as a curse. You are mine now, my property. My toy. And as such I suppose I have the right to rename you."
He paused, staring down at her with lustful fire in his eyes. "For now you shall be 'Fuck-Meat' and nothing more. But perhaps you will prove you can serve as more than a night's fleshy diversion. Often when I take a comely female slave as a toy she fails to last more than a night. But you are a Dwarve and everyone says Dwarves are made of stronger stuff than most any other race."
Slowly the king walked around the naked Dwarve. He held a riding crop in one hand and was slapping it into his palm in a slow, steady, repetitive pattern. "What say you, Fuck-Meat, does your temporary name please you?"
Suddenly the woman got up on her knees, turning to face Jennenes with rage and hatred in her eyes. "It does
NOT
," she snarled, punctuating the reply with a hate-filled, "Your Majesty."
"Defiance. Disrespect. I had hoped for no less," he said calmly as he stepped behind her. He then placed a bare foot on her back and forced her back over, leaving her large wide fat ass sticking up at him. He took his foot away then struck her ass with the riding crop, the fleshy slap echoing through his bedchamber along with the woman's howl of pain.
"Disobedience shall be rewarded with punishment," he said coolly, walking around to her front and reaching down with the riding crop. He placed it under her face and lifted it up, forcing her to look at him.
There were tears in her eyes yet the defiance still burned brightly. "Why do you not just order me to answer you?" she asked. "The rune on my backside will force me to comply."
He smiled and cocked his head to the side. "Where is the fun in that? If you are to be controlled I prefer it to be with my own magic, although I do enjoy that you have been made a slave with your own people's magic. It is a delicious, perverse irony I very much appreciate."
"I do have a command for you, though," he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "The Dwarve that delivered you said the rune was not the only magical punishment your father placed on you, but he did not elaborate. What else did King Teddem do to punish his traitorous daughter?"
She ground her teeth and glared up at him, obviously not wanting to answer. But a moment later the rune on her backside began to glow. She moaned and fell forward as if having been struck on the back of the head.
Bent over, her face pressed into the ground, she answered him. "He had the runic priests enchant my breasts," she said, her voice muffled as she spoke into the floor. "I had promised the men who were to kill my father that they would be able to use my breasts the way I had allowed you to. To punish me for using my breasts to incite rebellion my father had the runic priests put a powerful curse on them. Part of the curse makes it so should I ever have any children they will all be female, as will any of their children on and on down my bloodline for as long as it lasts. Any children I have will have the same curse I have."
"My breasts..." she faltered, sobbing slightly before continuing. "My breasts' sensitivity has been increased by magnitudes that would make even Ynara, Goddess of fat tits blush. Even now as I am bent over with my breasts pressed between my chest and knees I feel pleasure that makes my womanhood gush. No one has yet to really grope me but I fear it would make me climax instantly. And the pleasure from my cursed breasts... It is pleasure, yes, but it feels forced and comes with a tinge of pain."
She then started sobbing, her whole body quaking. "I am ruined, utterly brought low."
"Indeed," Jennenes said, grinning madly. "I'm going to have so much fun with you. But first, I wish to test something. Up on your feet, Fuck-Meat. Then bend over so your back is flat and your huge, cursed tits hang down below you."
Still sobbing, the woman now known as Fuck-Meat got to her feet. She placed her hands behind her back then bent over till her body was at a nearly perfect ninety-degree angle, leaving her huge tits dangling below her. They swayed slightly as she struggled to stop crying. "Now what," she asked, staring at the floor. It was clear that being made to reveal the curse had done much to smash her defiance, at least for the time.
"Now," Jennenes said, placing the tip of his riding crop on the back of her head, "I want you to start swinging them from side to side. I want them swinging back and forth like the pendulum of one of those curious windup timepieces your people make."
She started to move her body, almost imperceptibly so. But the results were immediate and pronounced. Her huge, heavy, dangling breasts began to sway from side to side. Each time they swung back from one side they would swing further in the other direction, then back further the other way.
"Now I want you to watch them," the king told her firmly. "Watch them swing from side to side. Your eyes are to follow them. As you do this you are to think of nothing but your tits and how you are my property and how you will do everything I tell you without argument. Stare at your swinging breasts, feel the magic flowing through them. The curse upon them was created with powerful magic that can be used not just to fuel that curse. Let it seep up from your breasts and into that pathetic mind of yours, washing away all independent thought. Watch your tits swing and become a servant to them, and through them become a slave to me."
He stepped back, smiling as he watched the Dwarven woman swinging her massive breasts from side to side. Jennenes could see her head moving from side to side as she watched them. He stared intensely at her body, noticing the slight change in her muscles. They were clenched tight but slowly they began to relax.
He inhaled deeply so he could smell and taste the powerful magic emanating from the curse on her breasts. He reached out to that energy, bending its power to his well to stupefy her mind. His smile grew as he felt the Dwarven woman being hypnotized by her own cursed breasts.
"Now stand up straight," he commanded as he returned to stand behind her. The rune above her ass glowed as she followed the order but not as brightly as in the past. Its magic didn't need to work as strongly to control her actions now that her mind had been enchanted a second time to follow his orders. Knowing she was being magically entranced to him in two ways brought him great pleasure that made his manhood begin to swell.
"Now to my bed. Climb up on it and lay on your back, with your ass on the very edge. Good! Now spread your stubby legs open and grab them, pulling them back so your formally royal cunt is exposed to me."
He stood, staring at her. She was on her back, her huge breasts sagging heavily down the sides of her body and looking impressively, cock-hardeningly large. Her thick thighs were spread apart, her legs pulled back. This left her pussy pointing up in the air. It was covered in thick hair, although the pink fleshy folds of her inner labia stuck free from the mass of dense, wiry pubic hair.
There were times when the fur that covered some of the other race's cunts aroused him, but this was not one of those times. She had denied him her pussy during their last meeting and he had thought he'd wish to make ample use of it given the chance. But seeing it he realized he had no interest in it at all.
"What a pathetic, smelly, hairy cunt you have. Had you been a loyal daughter it might have been used by a man of great standing to bring royal babies into the world. Your father is old and might not have tried to sire any other children. Had you just been patient that crown would have been yours and the mewling brats you pushed out of your body would have been destined to become kings or queens in time. Instead you lacked the patience a true monarch requires and now that cunt is useless. At the very least I know I'll never use the thing. Your tits are what interest me. And your mouth-pussy. And
MAYBE
