Her voice was halting and broken as she answered him. “I’m nothing more than a worthless whore,” she choked out. “I’m a dirty, worthless whore who’s too stupid to suck a cock.
Putting his hand against her cheek, he replied in a sympathetic tone: “There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Of course I’ll help you. Just take me in your mouth, nice and gently, that’s right, now very slowly push your head down until it won’t go any further. Good girl.”
She did as she was bidden, and The Prince placed his hand on the back of her head, holding it in place and watching with interest as she began to gag and struggle. “Good little whore,” he said. “I knew you were good for something. Now in a moment I’m going to pull out a little bit, and I suggest you take the opportunity to prepare yourself, because right after that I’m going to fuck the shit out of your pretty face.”
Her eyes widened, and in her shock she wasted her precious second’s respite screaming an unintelligible plea for mercy around the flesh in her mouth. Then he put his hands on either side of her head, curling his fingers behind her skull, and thrust forward hard into her throat. That was when the true nightmare began.
Tears washed the rouge off her cheeks and left trickles of pink salt staining her breasts as The Prince mercilessly shoved his cock into her gullet again and again. The muscles of her throat worked fruitlessly to reject the intrusion as her lungs struggled to pull in air through her adorable turned up nose. At one point she began to heave and she thought she was going to be sick, but The Prince withdrew and slapped her across the cheek. “Don’t you dare!” he shouted. “You keep that down whore!” Gasping and swallowing, she somehow managed to obey. Then, with the next breath she drew, The Prince grabbed her head and renewed his assault. She could not have said how long this treatment lasted; it could have been two minutes or an hour. Eventually The Prince relented and allowed her to catch her breath.
“That’s enough of that,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to spill my seed before the main event.”
“But you said that if I sucked your cock—”
“I don’t recall saying a single thing about what I would or wouldn’t do if you sucked my cock,” jeered The Prince, as if he were delivering the punch line to a bawdy joke. “What I remember is that you stripped off in front of me and begged for the privilege. You even went so far as to ask me for help. The absolute audacity of it, begging me to use your mouth as a fuckhole and then acting as if it’s some kind of bargaining chip.”
“Oh God…” she whispered
“A simple ‘sir’ will do just fine, my dear, as I believe we have already established.”
“No,” she said, standing. “No, I won’t let you do this!”
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he shoved her hard, following as she reeled backwards. Her progress was halted by the foot of the bed and she fell onto her back, her legs bending at the knee to leave her feet dangling over the edge. The Prince was on top of her before she could recover. “If only refusal numbered among your options, my dear.” He reached down and roughly groped her sex. “Bone dry,” he commented. “Am I not good enough for you, you arrogant bitch? Is that it?”
She shook her head in terror. “No? I’m not good enough for you?” he exclaimed with mock outrage. “You think that I, The Prince, am not worthy of you, a self-confessed whore? You brazen little cunt. Now let me explain to you what your choices in this matter actually consist in. The drawer at my bedside contains a phial of oil. It’s expensive stuff, but I don’t have anything in your price range so you can consider it a gift. Provided you’re very good and you don’t try to do anything silly, I’ll let you go fetch it and you can prepare your frigid little slit for my grand entrance. Alternatively, I can take you without such niceties, which I have to say will be quite uncomfortable for me, but I will have the consolation of seeing the delightful faces you make as I fuck you raw.”
Standing up and pulling her to her feet, The Prince gestured to the bedside table like a gentleman allowing a lady to go in front of him through a door. Defeated, the girl trudged around the bed and found the oil in the drawer. Sitting on the side of the bed she moved to uncork the phial.
“Stop!” commanded The Prince. “I know you’re slow to understand, but do at least try to listen properly. I told you to fetch the phial. That means bring it back here. If you’re going to be rubbing your cunt with oil I want to be able to watch the fun.”
the girl wordlessly returned to sit on the foot of the bed and pulled the stopper from the vial. A floral scent with musky undertones wafted from the bottle. “Legs open wide, please,” instructed The Prince. Obeying, she poured a thin stream of oil onto her cunny and began to work it in between the lips with her fingers. “Very nice,” commented The Prince. “You’re obviously quite the expert at frigging yourself. Don’t be shy now; use plenty of oil. Get it in nice and deep.”
As she lubricated herself, The Prince began to disrobe, watching her all the while. He was lithely built and handsome, with no excess fat to conceal his smooth musculature. With such a physique, combined with his high station, he could have won the attentions of any number of women. And yet, with the world laid out before him, he had chosen to use his power and his charm to lure a naïve girl to his room and force himself upon her.
“That’s enough oil,” he said. “Let’s get up on the bed and get to know one another.”
the girl, who was no longer crying, took a moment to dab her face dry after restoppering the bottle. For a moment she looked like she was troubled by something far more distant and abstract than her current plight. Then she seemed to make a decision, and her face took on a stony resolve. “I’m warning you, if you do this you will regret it.”
“Oh yes,” said The Prince, leaning down to smell her hair and cup her breast. “And why is that?”
“I will place a curse on you.”
“Is that right?” he asked, with amused scepticism.
“Yes. I wouldn’t normally be strong enough, but after this I think I’ll be able to make it work.”
“Fascinating. As you can tell your threat has me quivering with terror. Now, enough stalling. Get on the bed or I’ll find more ways to hurt you and you’ll end up with my cock in you anyway.”
the girl complied and The Prince playfully crawled up beside her. Putting his arm around her affectionately, he touched his lips delicately to her cheek. “I got the impression before that you’d never kissed a man. Is that right?” he asked. She nodded her head. “That’s all right,” he said soothingly. “Just make your mouth nice and soft. Let your tongue move against mine just a little and we’ll progress from there.”
She nodded, confused, and he twined himself about her and kissed her like a lover. She reciprocated as he had instructed and found that it was not unpleasant. He still tasted of wine, but she was expecting it this time and his body against hers was warm and solid. He stroked her neck gently with the back of his hand in a way that made her shiver. Then he rolled on top of her and began kissing down from her collar bone to her breasts, which he sucked at and teased. She had not forgotten his sadism, but she began to see how a lover who treated her well could be something to enjoy. This would never be a happy memory for her, but it was not as bad as she had feared. She could endure it.
The Prince worked his way back up her chest and neck until he was looking into her eyes. She felt felt the tip of his cock rubbing at the entrance of her oiled cunny. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’m nervous,” she replied. “I didn’t choose this and I still don’t want it. But I’m ready.”
His smile was quite unlike the mocking smirk he’d had only a minute before. It spoke of compassion and a kind of accepting melancholy. “You are a wonderfully pretty girl.” he said, lowering himself to hold her close and whisper into her ear. “It’s clear that you’re full of wit and charm. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to know that when I’m done with you you’ll be broken and dirty and you’ll never be able to look at yourself in the mirror without knowing it.”
For a moment, his words stunned her, and then he looked into her eyes and shoved his cock into her in a single stroke. She cried out as he tore through her maidenhead, and began to fuck her. He did not give her any time to adjust to the feeling, but neither did he go as fast or as hard as he might have. Instead, he maintained a controlled rhythm while staring intently at the look of revulsion and discomfort on the girl’s face. She tried to look away from him by twisting her head to one side, but he cruelly gouged his thumb into her breast and shouted: “Look at me, bitch! I want to see the light dying in your eyes.” For the space of a few thrusts she refused, trying to ignore the torture as he mauled her breasts, but as he became ever more vicious she gave up and looked into his eyes. He immediately relented. “That’s a good little whore,” he whispered with a smile.
Blood coated his cock as he plunged it into her again and again, and the girl began to give a short, pained gasp each time it hit home. “Eyes open,” he warned her when an involuntary wince caused her to shut them for a moment. “You should thank me for this,” he said, his gaze alive with attention for every nuance of despair in her expression. “Before, you had a whole, complicated life ahead of you. Now you’re nothing but fertile shit for men like me to plant their seeds in. Nice and simple. You have a place in the world and it grants you some scrap of worth, however limited it may be.”
She knew that his words were intended to hurt her. She tried to filter them out, to think of nothing and wait for the rape to end. But as surely as his cock pierced her sex, his cruelty pieced her heart and she began to believe what he was saying. His violation was staining her. After this night, she would never be clean. Her control over her emotions melted away and she began to bawl like an infant, howling and weeping at what was being done to her, what she was being made into. Only a couple of moments after this breakdown, The Prince gave a final, violent thrust and his hot seed flooded into her. “Yes.” He said. “Now you know what you are.”
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