Possessing Allura (14 page)

‘Do… do you think I'm pretty?' she wanted to know, her voice resounding like heresy in the hall of the gods.

‘I think you have the body of a slut, Allura. You may pinch your nipples for speaking without permission.'

She did so hard, wanting to feel like a punished slave.

‘The pain makes you wetter,' he observed smugly.

Allura moaned, caressing herself. She could not keep her eyes open, she could not keep her body still. ‘W-what is happening to me?'

‘You are preparing for me,' he told her flatly. ‘Now get on the altar.'

She lifted herself onto the cold slab. ‘Will you be gentle?' she asked, parting her legs, but the baron merely pulled off his tunic, bearing a hairy chest.

‘On the contrary,' he mused, ‘I will savage you like an animal.'

She inhaled deeply, his threat like a sword stab to her pussy, as with absolute arrogance the baron opened his breeches. She shivered at the implications. ‘I am at your mercy,' she offered her surrender. ‘I yield to you.'

He moved to her naked, his body like that of a statue, the thighs of a centaur, his stomach toned, and below it his rigid cock. ‘I require no yielding.' He unfastened his raven-winged hair, unfurling it like the flag of some dark and foreboding country. ‘I will master you as I see fit.'

‘Yes, sir,' she whispered, then bracing herself, palms on the slab beside her, Allura attempted to absorb him. Seizing her ankles he wrenched them wide apart, and she nearly orgasmed from this display of power alone, from being insolently exposed for penetration. ‘B-baron,' she whispered, feeling foolish for using his title in such circumstances.

‘Speak again and I will beat you,' he warned, and then his cock penetrated her with a single thrust of his hips, and Allura prayed her scream did not constitute a violation of his commandment. It was only part pain; the other elements being wonder and a deep, deep fulfillment. Struggling to obediently suppress her verbal responses she clung to him, his denial of her right to express herself making her feel that much more animal.

‘Don't think it escapes me what you're about,' the baron growled, withdrawing to his tip and sinking into her again. ‘I know your kind; selfish, ungrateful, the perfect little bitch.' With each invective he treated her to a new assault, making a mockery of her virginity, so long held for her wedding night. ‘I will tame you, Allura. You will eat from my hand. You will not merely fear or obey; you will succumb. I will be your god.' She pushed herself against him. He was damning them both. They were fucking on an altar and he was calling himself divine, taking the part of the god of sky to her mother of creation. ‘Our children will rule this world, Allura. You will bear me sons. You will be my obedient little brood mare.'

She clawed his back. So that was it; he wanted the world. At last, something to use against him; this and his insecurity, his obvious need to impose upon her his own sense of superiority. These were all the weapons she needed, and the stupid slut Veeta, too. She mustn't forget the slave who would be her dupe, her instrument of death.

‘You will never rule anything,' she blurted, wanting to anger him, wanting him to push himself and her over the brink. ‘You are a second class noble and always will be.'

The baron roared with his orgasm, the veins on the side of his neck threatening to burst. He had Allura's breasts squeezed so tight in his hands she shrieked with pain as she too reached her blissful climax.

‘You'll take it in the ass now,' he panted heavily, seizing control of her hair yet again. ‘But I'll let you worship me again first.' Withdrawing, he maneuvered her like a rag-doll to her knees, and Allura could only mumble around the still erect penis that sank into her mouth. He clamped her head with his hands. ‘You need to learn discipline. You need a man's control.'

The princess sucked her husband's cock, having little choice but to seek to meet his demands. Was this really happening? Was he really doing this to her in the temple, as part of her own wedding service?

‘This is a much better use for your mouth, don't you think, than all that complaining and sarcasm that usually spouts from it?' he sneered, but her only answer was a gurgle, a helpless acknowledgment of his supremacy. ‘This is the beauty of the female sex,' he rationalized. ‘A woman can be allowed all sorts of freedoms and pretenses of equality, but as soon as the erotic element is added she falls once more into complete subjugation.' The baron's cock was thickening again and she began to wonder if he intended to ejaculate in her mouth.

‘During the act of sexual intercourse every female becomes a slave, Allura,' he commented. ‘Remember that. It is just that some are allowed to be free afterwards, or at least to appear so.' Allura closed her eyes, but was instantly ordered to open them again. ‘Hands behind your neck, interlace your fingers,' he commanded, and she did so, bound now by his will.

‘You see?' he noted the excitement in her eyes, ‘it is in the blood of the female to surrender, to belong to the male.' He pulled his cock out, glistening and wet. ‘Brace yourself over the altar,' he curtly ordered, and Allura did so as best she could, the ancient marble chafing her belly and breasts as the baron's hands clamped her waist, holding her in place. ‘Now you will be completely mine…'

Allura winced as he pressed unceremoniously, invading her utterly. ‘Take it,' he commanded. ‘Take it deep.'

Allura dissolved beneath the onslaught. He was working himself deeper, possessing her, like she was a part of his property, and as his cock sank deeper and his groin pressed against her buttocks she felt the pain of the welts, making her gasp. She clawed at the lifeless slab, like a gravestone marking the death of her innocence, the end of her freedom.

‘The ass is a superior conquest,' he moved back into lecture mode. ‘Its penetration has no other value than the man's will and pleasure; it is no reproductive valley, nor is it primarily pleasant for the female. The more enjoyable it is for the male, in fact, the more she is opened and put at his mercy. What about you, Allura? Do you enjoy being plowed?'

‘You,' she moaned, the words barely forming in her tight throat, ‘and I… are damned.'

‘Damned?' he laughed. ‘I don't think so, my dear. The gods, if they have any existence outside our brains, respect power. Zuranos is nothing if not a tyrant who takes whatever women he wishes.'

‘W-will you come inside me?' she asked, taking advantage of the apparent lifting of the ban on speech.

‘Will I fill your ass with my sperm, do you mean?' he goaded. ‘More likely on it, then we can rub it in to your flesh, put your clothes back on and march right past my guards and officials waiting outside that door.'

‘Why do you hate me so much?' she complained. ‘Did I really do you such evil?'

‘Personally, no. But consider me the collector for your debts to all the others you've wronged.'

‘But I'm just a girl,' she pleaded, all pretense gone.

‘And that is how I am treating you. Your slut Veeta is much better at this, by the way.'

Allura tried to keep the images from her mind, of this man, now her husband, stuffing his insolent cock inside the little whore's anus, using her, conquering her. ‘I… I need to come,' the princess moaned. ‘I need you…'

The baron withdrew his cock. ‘You don't deserve it. Kneel in front of me. Beg me to come on your face.'

Allura wept. ‘Please, sir… give me this small kindness.'

He delivered a punishing smack to her bottom. ‘You will learn to obey me,' he threatened.

Allura sank to her knees, chastised, a lowly punished wife. ‘I beg you,' she whispered, her breath ragged, ‘to come on my face.'

The baron seized hold of his throbbing cock. ‘Look at me.'

Her eyes lifted to his, the reality of her status driven home.

‘This,' he grunted, viscous fountain spurting from the eye of his organ as he took malevolent aim, splattering his seed on her fair cheeks, her chin, the tip of her nose, ‘is only the beginning.'

 

That evening, alone in the baron's bedroom chamber, Allura found some paper in his desk and composed a letter to her uncle, outlining her plan for assuming the crown for herself now that she was married. Confidentially, she alluded to him that the baron was controllable, and that he could be sure the kingdom's interests would be safely in her hands.

She closed the letter using the baron's wax and seal, because she did not have her own, and then spent some time pondering ways to smuggle the letter to her uncle. After this she thought of creative ways to kill the baron using one or both of her designated, unwitting agents, the slut Veeta and the dupe Rodolfo.

Still no baron returned, and by now she was quite hungry. The sun was long gone and the moon had taken its place, so knocking on the inside of the door to get the attention of whoever might be guarding the other side, she asked politely for something to eat. Hearing nothing, she asked less politely.

Finally, to silence her cursing, a guard called through the door that she must be quiet and that only the baron was free to release her. Furthermore, if she did not obey this order he would be obliged to come in and punish her himself, a task he did not relish.

The princess blushed crimson at the idea of one of the baron's men laying a hand on her, but at the same time it was a scandalously sexy idea. ‘I will not be silenced by a mere servant,' she insisted through the paneled door. ‘I am hungry and I want something to eat!'

The door suddenly unlocked and opened, and the guard entered. He was tall and muscular, and his coloring, blond like her, was quite rare among the baron's men. ‘Princess, you must stop making such a noise,' he said to her firmly.

Overcome by a strange, lustful fury she challenged, ‘Make me.' The guard scowled. ‘Go on,' she dared, ‘make me. You know you want to. Look at me. I'm beautiful. I'm royalty. Would you prefer to use your hand, or your belt? Are you man enough? Can you make me beg like any other female? Can you make me whimper for forgiveness?'

The man's cock was visibly swollen beneath his uniform breeches, his fists clenched in restraint.

‘Go on,' she taunted, knowing she was risking both their fates. ‘Show me there's at least one man in this castle besides the baron.'

‘Princess, I will deal with you if you don't be quiet,' he said.

‘Will you beat me?' she goaded, and with a swift movement he twisted her arm behind her back, making her squeal with shock and not a little trepidation that she'd perhaps gone too far.

‘You royals are all crazy,' he muttered, pulling a length of leather twine from his belt, and Allura's wrists were easily secured behind her back. ‘You're his slut, not mine.' The guard pushed her forward to the bed. ‘Let him deal with you, the gods help him.'

‘What will you do with me?' she asked, a little timorously now.

‘Tie you up, princess, like the unruly filly you are.'

The princess felt a sudden wave of panic; it was bad enough being left alone hungry and thirsty, but to be in bondage at the same time would make that much worse. ‘Wait, please, I'm sorry for being such a bitch,' she said, a little meek now. ‘It's just that I haven't eaten for so long.'

The guard gathered Allura's bare ankles together, binding them with another leather strip.

‘H-have you a girl?' she asked, finding his powerful presence increasingly attractive.

‘There is a wench in the village,' he answered. ‘She lays for me when the mood suits me.'

‘She belongs to you?' Allura asked.

‘She has a husband and children, but I'm the one who knows how to fuck her.'

‘And her husband doesn't know?'

The guard laughed, the rough sound of a man used to having his own way. ‘Of course he knows, but he also knows to keep his mouth shut unless he wants trouble.'

‘You would hurt him?'

He pulled back her ankles rudely, connecting them with a quick tie to her wrists. ‘The penalty for defying the baron or his soldiers is death,' he told her.

Allura's heart pounded. She felt so deliciously vulnerable. ‘Is… is she pretty, this wench of yours?'

‘She has a good body, and she knows how to fuck,' he said, shrugging dismissively.

‘As good a body as mine?'

‘No,' he answered frankly, ‘you are one of the most beautiful females I've ever seen.'

‘So why not touch me?'

‘Because I like my head attached to my shoulders.'

‘But I won't tell.'

‘You're a female,' he stated cynically. ‘Females always tell in the end.'

‘Do you beat her?' Allura wanted to know.

‘Beat who?'

‘Your woman?'

‘If she annoys me, yes. Or sometimes for sport.'

‘What do you use?'

‘A leather whip,' he stated, and then looked at her quizzically. ‘You have a lot of questions about being a lower class slut.'