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A pet princess	By : C-A-Tarn Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy Misc Views: 1621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter I
- 2-Chapter II
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The flaps of the tent were opened by a huge armor-clad hand. Princess Sarah entered first, followed by Garland.

For many weeks the now redeemed heretic knight had been Sarah personal guard. None other the Warrior of Light had appointed him to this so the hero could walk the path of the prophecy without worrying for the one he held dear.

But Garland had quickly used this privilege for his own impure motives. He’d instated himself as her representative, secluding her from her advisors unless he wanted her to be seen. And he’d reassigned the rest of her royal guard so he alone was in charge for the princesses safety and well-being.

This power he used to turn Sarah into a toy for his sexual relief, making her follow his every beck and call for whatever perversions he came up with.

“That was a nice speech. Really moving.” The knight noted, his deep voice filled the tent although it was barely more than a whisper.

“Thanks.” Sarah replied with a solemn voice. She had just officially inaugurated the Sacred Birth Festival, a customary task for the princess to do.

She stood still in the middle of the room, not sparing a glance at the comfortable chaise longue. In front of the countless attendees the princess had presented herself with her usual grace and benevolence.

But now, when it was only the two of them, Sarah did not dare to act. It was his decision what she was supposed to do. That was something Garland taught her long ago.

“I wonder how moved they will be before the night ends.” He mused as he helped himself to some of the delicacies the people had prepared for their beloved princess.

“Please.” The words spilled out of her. “I just can’t... I did what you wanted. I’ve been good. Please... M-master.” Garland had played with her exposure more than once, ordering her to do things that might’ve revealed their twisted relationship.

Yet until now the princess had succeeded to uphold the facade of her modesty and innocence.

“Yes. Yes, you were. And I have all reason to believe you will be.” He declared and pinned her down with his gaze. “Sit.” He ordered casually.

She obediently lowered herself onto the cushions, sitting with her knees together in a picture of demureness. With two striding steps he crossed the room and stood in front of her.

Garland sent his hand between her thighs, kneading the succulent flesh just short of touching her mound. Sarah gasped and shuddered though not only out of surprise.

“How many days has it been? Five? Six?” He inquired as he brought his face close enough to hers to feel her hot breath on his skin.

“S-seven...” she mumbled in reply and opened her legs to make herself more available to him. She even pushed out her chest to present her bosom.

Seven days. A whole week since the princess had last... been intimate with the dominant man. Before their unexpected abstinence he had spent most of their time exploiting her body, unless one of them was needed for matters of the castle or the war against Chaos.

During the first two days she had been apprehensive and always expected him to advance on her again. By the end of the third day she had still been clueless about him, but something else caught her attention.

Her body had started to long for the pleasure he made her feel. And with every waking hour that need built up. If given the chance she would have sought release from her own hands, only that she was never alone.

Though he didn’t do as much as lay a finger on her, he never left her out of sight. When she dressed or when she bathed. She even fell asleep under his watchful gaze. He had commanded her to touch herself before, but she was too embarrassed to do this on her own volition in front of him.

It was just this morning that it dawned on her that this was his plan all along, that she would need to debase herself and beg him. Not because he told her to, but to quell her own impure desires.

“You held out remarkably.” Garland praised her and moved closer, his lips only fractions away from the goosebumps on her neck.

Sarah whimpered, both from dismay and her sexual frustration. She parted her legs as far as she could without shifting her position to offer him her already moistening slit.

Not wearing undergarments had become normal for her and except a chosen few that were too small and covered almost nothing which she was forced to put on whenever he wanted her to she had pretty much abandoned that part of her wardrobe.

“What a horny princess you are.” He whispered as he gripped the back of her hair with his other hand. “If you beg maybe I get you off. Or do you want me to order you to do it yourself?”

She bit her lips to silence herself and she was fortunate that her body turned to putty between his strong hands, otherwise she might have tossed herself into his embrace right away. She didn’t want him, but she needed... it.

“Your secret will be lifted, then.” He almost threatened as he was unable to elicit a sound from the blonde woman. “I can offer you a compromise, though... A different scale, so to say.” The knight mused.

“Huh?” The princess answered most eloquently, her thoughts diffuse while her physical needs governed her.

“While i hide out of sight you will call in one of the Blanks. Anyone is fine. You will seduce him and make him cum however you see fit.” He explained his newest mettle while his hands explored Sarah’s body, intentionally ignoring her sweetest spots.

“But you can’t order him to do it. You must make him belief you are a depraved harlot, desperate for any man to take you then and there.” Sarah’s eyes went wide in shock as she heard that stipulations.

“If you fail to please that man or fall out of your role our agreement is void and you will give yourself in to what comes next without hesitation.” His hands left her shivering form and he took a step back, looking down at her expectantly.

She swallowed hard, but was not able to get rid of the lump in her throat. So she just nodded her consent, seeing that this was most obviously the lesser of two evils.

“Very well. I’m looking forward to this.” Garland smiled triumphantly and slipped out of the tent. The princess waited a moment before she took a deep breath and raised herself to unsteady feet.

Maybe, she thought to herself, i will be able to find release as well. This idea lifted her spirits and she peeked her head through the flaps searching for someone to aid her.

It turned out there were a few Blanks around, passing by or working on maintaining the stalls. “Anyone is fine.” She remembered Garland’s words. This man is the tallest, but the one there is more muscular.

When she realized what she’d just done, undressing unknown men in her head and comparing her mental image to the only man she’d ever seen naked, Sarah felt deeply ashamed and decided to call out for the one closest to her.

“Excuse me, could you step in for a moment?” She fought down her tension to not raise anyone’s suspicion.

“Your Majesty?” The man looked left and right, not sure if she was truly talking to him. She flashed him a reassuring smile. “Y-yes! Of course!” He quipped happily.

The princess retreated into the tent and the eager warrior followed at once. They stood in front of each other for an awkward moment and she decided to stick to the truth as much as possible to be believable.

“The last days had been really stressful. I was very nervous about this evening.” Sarah said, not addressing him in particular. “And I need someone to help me find some respite.”

“I’m not sure... I mean if there is anything I could do I will be happy to help, your majesty!” The man announced with his best bravado in face of this outstanding situation. At this she dropped to her knees next to his feet and set to undo the buckles of his pants.

“Y-your majesty!? What...!?” He stammered, unable to cope up with what was going on.

“There is but one thing I want from you.” She purred seductively and looked up at him, her eyes filled a longing that was not only part of the act.

In no time she had fished out his manhood and swallowed him whole. It was more reflex than voluntary decision. After all she had used her mouth countless times to bring Garland to full hardness. But with no little regret she noticed that he was already at his full extent even before she had sealed her lips around him.

“Ooh, by the light... so good!” The lucky warrior groaned and almost stumbled. The princesses blond hair bobbed back and forth, effortlessly going down on him until her nose rested in his unkempt pubes.

“Mmh... the taste of your dick... delicious...” Sarah moaned while licking the pulsing bellend. She resorted to all the things she had learned under Garlands tutelage. Both what she had to say and to do.

His breathing quickened and in only a matter of minutes was he approaching his limit. “Your majesty... Ungh! I am...” she leaned back and slowly rubbed his modest length.

They looked at each other and his thoughts were written all over his face. Could he push his luck further? With her free hand she played with her breasts, tugging on the erect pebbles.

“Please, let me have you.” The man pleaded with labored breath. The princess extended both her hands so he would help her up and he happily obliged. She didn’t want to wait any longer either, wishing to be freed from the tension that had built up over the last week.

She pulled up her skirt and bent over the nearest table. A look over her shoulder was all the invitation that was needed.

“I can’t believe it...” he stammered as he stepped behind her. “I mean, everyone would think I’m lying if I told them. You are always so kindhearted and understanding. No one will ever expect you to have a side like this.”

Apparently his lust had loosened his tongue, spilling forth his every thought. “And now here I am, doing it with our perfect princess.”

“Perfect...?” Sarah repeated in a haze.

“Yeah! This is more than just the prophecy. Even without, many would fight for you. You’re a symbol! A reason! Something that is worth fighting for. No matter the cost.”

She should have been happy about those words. Maybe she would be, if weren’t for the weeks as Garlands slave. How many had she disappointed? Surely they would be disgusted when they found out the truth.

“Y-your majesty! Did I hurt you?” The man asked, although he hadn’t entered her yet. But he had noticed the tears, even before Sarah did. She tried to stop them, but once the levy broke there was no stopping.

“What’s going on here!?” A voice boomed from behind the couple.

“Sir Garland!” The man exclaimed in shock. Without second thought he made a run for it, frantically trying to pull up his pants while doing so.

Once she no longer had to keep up the act Sarah crumbled together on the floor, burying her face in her hands. She cried and sobbed, another thing she had done more than once in front of the imposing knight.

But her breakdown was not allowed to go on forever. “Calm down.” Garland said and placed a hand on her head, stroking her hair. His voice contained just enough edge to let her know it was still an order. “Stand up.”

The princess wiped her tears away and staggered to her feet. She had to pull herself together. She had to... because he told her so.

His strong hand cupped her chin and lifted her face so they were eye to eye. Sarah didn’t even dare to sniffle while under his piercing glare. She expected him to gloat about her failure and weakness.

But he did not say a word and just scowled when he looked down at her displaced skirt. She hurried to fix her attire before he decided to let go of her.

The knight went to the far side of the tent which pointed away from the festival grounds. There was a second exit, although Sarah imagined there were only trees behind the layers of cloth.

“Are you ready?” He asked with a meaningful gaze. The words lingered in the air like mist.

Sarah gave a long thought to this question. Was she ready? For what? For tearing down the facade she hid behind? She had been willing to give that up just moments ago, even though only one would know the truth. But could she rely on him staying quiet? Even now she was certain that there were rumors being spread behind her back.

Garlands ploy will surely reveal her hidden self to a lot more. And she had no doubt they would be allowed to do more than only bear witness. Something inside of her made a little jump at that thought.

He had proven himself to be a mastermind when it came to sexually humiliating her and she couldn’t expect their intimate encounters to be any farther from being monotonous. Yet at the end of it it was always her and Garland.

Being with someone else, maybe even many someones, was thrilling. She remembered the power she had over that Blank. A kind of power she had long ago surrendered to the strong willed knight.

“I am ready.” The princess ultimately concluded. It was a wasted effort to try and get to the bottom of her emotions. And at least she could pretend to walk the path Garland had designed for her out of her own volition.

She followed him out into the night without another exchange of words. He led her through the trees, away from the festival until they reached a clearing. Someone had built up a stage and lamps to light it.

Sarah followed in the knights wake until she stood in the stages center. There were a lot less people than during her opening speech, but they were still too many to count right away. Over two dozen at least.

The Blanks whispered and looked at one another uncertainly. “Everyone, I welcome you!” Garland raised his voice to silence them. “You came here because of my promise to show you something beyond your wildest dreams. And here it is!”

“Undress.” He said quieter, so only the princess could hear him. “Take off everything.”

She closed her eyes and reached for the hem of her skirt. In one sinuous move she pulled the dress up and over her head, baring her nude curves to the countless eyes watching her.

Sarah was about to bent forward to open the clasps of her boots, but a click of a tongue from the side stopped her. She turned around before she bent at the waist, presenting her ripe rear and flushed folds to the gathered men.

First one then the other black stocking was peeled down by her dainty fingers and she discarded them together with her heeled boots. This whole act had already become a staple during her service under Garlands reign.

She faced the crowd again, balling her hands to fists by her side so she wouldn’t reflexively cover herself. There was a moment of stunned silence and she felt a sense of pride that they would all fall into a state of reverie over her naked body.

But the murmurs quickly resumed, even louder than before. It wasn’t only words of appreciation she heard. Disbelief, concern, anger roiled up to her. Some seemed to have come to the conclusion that Garland somehow tricked her into this and intended to save her.

The princess looked to the seasoned knight for guidance but before either of them could say a word someone else spoke up.

“No! It’s true! Just minutes ago Princess Sarah tried to seduce me!” It was the Blank warrior she had called upon earlier. “She literally begged me to take her. And if it weren’t for Sir Garland barging in...”

Sarah considered this a very one sided interpretation of their previous encounter, though many appeared to believe him. She was also grateful that her crying fit was not part of his testimony and her faint smile of relief only added to his credibility.

Their collective tension ebbed away and when Garland made a sign to someone off stage everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

A strange contraption was carried onto the stage. From the sturdy wooden base two metal poles pointed straight upwards. Each had a cushion at the end, one shaped like a crescent moon facing up.

Garland placed a footstool in front of it and waved the princess over. “Get up.” He told her. From her new perch there she could already anticipate his next command. “Bent forward.”

She nestled her pelvis on the surprisingly soft cushion and with the way it curved there was no way she could slip off to the side.

The other pole had another, almost straight pillow and it was placed just so she could rest her chest on it. She wondered if this had been handmade just for her and this occasion.

Suddenly the stool was pulled away from below her feet. She tried to find purchase, but the smooth metal slipped through her hand and feet.

Someone grabbed her elbows and pulled them up. A metal rod was stuck between the crook of one arm, behind her back and then the other arm, greatly limiting her reach.

A metal bowl was placed on the floor below her head and from the sounds she assumed another was put somewhere under her feet.

Before she could overcome her shock or take stock of her situation she felt a hand on her rear. A large and very familiar hand that for some reason calmed her down.

Sarah could have managed to free herself from her predicament, she assumed. But this was not what he wanted. Garland wanted her to want to be here. So she had to want that as well.

She tried her best to regain her composure and even managed to put up an insecure smile for her many spectators.

“Everyone! As you can see our valued host is ready. Feel free to take her however you wish. This is what the Princess desires!” The seasoned knights voice boomed over the heads of the men standing in front of the stage.

All the Blanks went quiet, but their eyes remained stuck to Sarah’s curves as she shifted her weight on her padded stakes.

After a long moment of almost palpable tension the first man climbed up the scene. He unbuckled his pants right in front of his princesses face. With his erect prick in hand he nudged against her full lips.

She stretched out her tongue to welcome the heated bellend, more a conditioned reflex then conscious decision.

“Oh, by the light...” He muttered and widened his stance. Although she had no idea who he was and had no wish to do so she suckled on his tip and spread her saliva over every bit of his length he fed to her.

He never moved his hand away from his unexceptional girth. His fingers jerked up and down his trunk while he left the crown to Sarah’s talented mouth.

While she still busied herself with the twitching meat between her lips she felt someone approach her rear. When two coarse fingers rubbed over her flushed folds her body started up in surprise, but her tension quickly faded once her unknown suitor found and played with her swollen clit.

“She’s so wet already!” The man behind her announced. The princess didn’t like to admit it, but a week of celibacy and her interrupted encounter prior had left her with an unbearable need.

Sarah moaned around the dick that found its second home on top of her tongue while the hands explored her mound and the soft swell of her butt. Another appeared on her back, gently following the contours of her spine. One more reached below her took a firm hold of her breast.

She squirmed and squealed as the growing number of men kneaded and teased her flesh. Every little jolt of pleasure tore away some of her anxiety and a part of her came to the conclusion that this was something she could get used to.

How can I find this agreeable!? She suddenly thought. Becoming a mere toy for countless men to use for their sexual wiles should be disgusting her. But she was no longer able to bring up the fight.

Maybe she shouldn’t fight it? What they’re doing right now felt good. Even the taste of the man’s pre-cum was almost pleasant.

Her body told her she liked it. Even if everything started with Garlands teachings, this couldn’t influence her senses. And if it felt so right, wouldn’t it be wrong to resist it?

As if to prove her point the man behind sank his length inside her without warning. As he filled her up little fireworks went off, exploding in her head and making her moan wantonly.

“Mmh, nice and tight...” He was not as imposing as her supposed owner, yet he reached deep enough to hit all the nice spots. The Blank moved his hips slowly. Not just for her benefit, but also because he didn’t fully trust the contraption she was perched upon.

Just as he found a steady rhythm the man occupying Sarah’s mouth groaned and she felt him filling up her mouth with his seed. More and more of the hot liquid piled up between her cheeks. Only a small dribble escaped her when he pulled out and staggered backwards.

She swallowed the thick substance in two gulps and felt the remnants on her chin dropping down into the bowl, finally understanding its purpose.

The vacant spot in front of her was taken immediately. A pair of hands combed through her hair. First gently but once she opened her mouth to invite her next partner he grabbed her blonde tufts tightly and lunged forward.

“Yes... all the way down...” The man crooned as he breached into her throat on his first try. She coughed and sputtered as he thrust his hips at a high pace. There was a moment of uncertainty as the others saw this and some turned to Garland for his reaction.

The gruff knight observed everything from a few steps away. He did not seem to be concerned in any way. So the men took this as a sign of approval and the one claiming Sarah’s quim sped up as well.

His hips loudly clapped against her supple derriere and her body shook from every impact. In the following minutes her only concern was getting enough air to stay conscious as the Blanks vigorously pistoned into her.

“Nghn!” She knew the one behind her was about to cum when he dug his strong finger deep in pliable cheeks. He went in to the hilt one last time before unloading his essence. Jet after jet painted her inner walls, leaving her only partway to her own release as he pulled out.

Yet the next in line was already in position. He pushed out his predecessors juice with his own length, making it run down Sarah’s thighs along with some of her own liquids.

Her newest partner matched the wild pace of his companion pillaging her throat. Caught in this frantic assault on both ends took her breath away and reached something inside of the princess that had been neglected for a full week.

Every quake of her prone body fanned the flames of her pleasure and turned her thoughts into mush. When someone, or two someones, twisted her erect teats it was the final sting needed to push her over the edge.

Coincidence or not, the same moment she started screaming out her first climax of the night her mouth became unclogged and her pleasure stricken face was blasted with a load of semen.

Whoever was next in line was merciful to wait until Sarahs voice gave out and her release ebbed away before he stuffed her mouth full of dick again. He wrapped his hands around her neck, feeling how her throat distended under his fingers.

“Keep you mouth wide open, your majesty.” The man moved slow, but with every lunge he tried to penetrate the princess as deep as he possibly could. Again and again her face was mashed against his wired body, further smearing the cum covering her.

“Ugh, coming!” The frantic rut of the blank behind her soon came to an end and for the second time her tender folds were coated in male essence. Once more it was only a few moments before the place at her welcoming holes got taken again.

But he only remained inside her well creamed quim for a moment before he changed his angle to breach through the puckered ring sealing her guts.

This was nothing new to her and she even believed Garland preferred abusing this opening of hers. Maybe because it eliminated the biological purpose of procreation. Though by now it had been all the same to her.

Sarah relaxed her lower body and accepted the thick manhood into her rear. “Wow, she even had been taking it in the ass before.” The Blank exclaimed as he buried himself to the hilt in one go.

With every other forceful thrust he also gave her a hard spank across her butt making her moan through the erect prick plugging her esophagus. This rough treatment reminded her of the many weeks under Garlands regime.

For a reason she couldn’t explain the thought of the veteran knight being the one having sex with her instead of nameless Blanks aroused her immensely.

What pulled her out of her fantasy was her next orgasm rolling over her and as her inner walls clenched and airway vibrated from a muffled scream she realized that her partners had changed yet again without her noticing.

They kept using her all throughout her climactic high. The constant stimulation held her at her peak for a long time and Sarah feared she might faint from pure pleasure alone.

At first she tried to keep count of the men who had already used her. Although she never had the chance to tell how many attended this event it would still give her a rough idea when it was about to end.

At least until someone said “I wonder if her throat is as tight as her ass.” Sarah realized how foolish she was. There was no telling how much was needed to sate their lust for her.

All she could do was hold out and take the abuse. And the never ending pleasure born from it.

The men continued taking turns on her and ejaculated on her and inside her again and again. After what felt like an eternity of nothing but sex she finally got a moment of rest.

Her head hung low and her face was plastered with cum. She took ragged breaths, her throat sore after being made to take so many men.

After she finally noticed that the stream of sexual partners had came to a stop she tried to see what was going on. But before she could blink away the layers of semen to free her eyes someone stepped behind her.

Another rock hard shaft penetrated her overused quim, yet at the very moment it happened she knew something was different. The sensation was too familiar. The feeling, the shape.

She tried to put her insight into words but her lungs were too weak now.

“Yes, you noticed right away.” Garland said as he pumped his hips. Sarah could only nod weakly.

He moved slow, almost leisurely, yet waves of pleasure already crested up inside her. Before long he made her pant like an animal. She couldn’t believe how intense it felt when doing it with him. Sometimes it had taken three or four of them until they brought her over the edge.

But with Garland it was totally different. “You like this, don’t you?” He grunt and gave her a vicious thrust to make his point. She nodded again. There was no denying it felt better with him than any other.

“Do you want more of this?” The former heretic inquired. Sarah slowly understood that there was a ulterior motive behind his questions. Maybe the other men, who didn’t knew about her kind of relationship to Garland would take this as her admission that all this happened in the way she wanted.

Yet at this point she wanted him -and only him- to continue. So she nodded once more. He picked up the pace and in no had her on the brink of her climax.

When she came it was the strongest orgasm she had all night and her whole world turned white.

“Help her up.” Someone finally said. The footstool appeared under her toes and a group of hands lifted her shoulders. The princess stood upright, yet her legs gave out immediately.

The helpful hand returned and gently lowered her to floor to sit down.

“Drink one of these.” Garland said as he offered her the two bowls filled to the brim with the gathered liquids of her performance. Sarah reached out her hand but stopped halfway.

One contained among other her own vaginal juices and the cum that had leaked out of her butt. Yet the other had her spit and bile mixed in she was forced to regurgitate.

She fought down her indecision and disgust and took hold of the bowl that had been placed below her head. She placed the rim against her lips and poured the musky white substance into her mouth.

Gulp by heavy gulp she emptied her drink, never letting off to get this done as quickly as possible. When she had finally finished she felt nauseous yet she managed to keep everything but a little burp inside.

A broad smile was all the praise she got from her coldhearted captor for this feat. As he stood up he placed the other bowl against Sarah’s forehead and upended it in one go.

Due to her bent over position her front had remained pretty much spotless, but now the stream of cum ran down over her breasts and full stomach to pool between her legs.

“All right. Pick her up.” Garland ordered to the men who had stood by to observe the princesses cumshower. She just now noticed she was not sitting on the stage’s floor, but a small wooden platform. Like a float with handles on all sides.

Several Blanks lifted her up and carried her like a palanquin. The veteran knight opened a panel at the back of the stage. In there he had hidden one of the great teleportation stones that allowed to travel large distances.

In a gargantuan act of strength he hauled it to the stage’s center and everyone, including the group carrying princess Sarah, crowded around it.

“Get ready.” Garland announced and touched the teleportation stone. It shone bright, the light encompassing all people present before they disappeared.

They all appeared in front of the main gate around the grounds of Castle Cornelia. Led by Garland the group began marching towards the castles entrance.

Blanks who were garrisoned to protect Sarahs home came running to see what was going on. Every now and then one man of the procession stopped to tell the curios spectators what had transpired.

She had no idea how many guarded the castle, but she no doubt word will spread in a matter of minutes. Everyone around the place she lived will know what she went through and they will believe it was her wish all along. She let her head hang low at the prospect.

The seasoned knight pushed open the huge double doors to the castles main hall. The princess was finally lowered to the floor when they reached the imposing staircase, something they couldn’t hope to ascend while carrying her on her pedestal.

“Come.” Garland demanded and walked up the stairs. Sarah carefully pulled herself to her feet. At least her body had been given a small chance to recover.

As she followed the dominant man she noticed the wet squelching sound with every step she made. When she looked behind she saw a trail of cum-stained footprints shining on the polished marble.

Her naked walk ended in her private chambers. “Get on the bed.” The knight ordered curtly. “Face down.”

The young blonde did as she was told. The soft white sheets of her bed immediately soaked up the seed she’d been covered with.

She tried her best to follow her captor with her eyes as he set about to use ropes and leather bindings to tie her arms and legs to the four posts of her bed.

“Lift your ass up.” He said once he was done. After some squirming and pulling her bonds taut she managed to raise herself and Garland placed a pillow below her hips. It was a rather sturdy and kept her rear in the air without any much discomfort for her.

Next was a leather blindfold, shaped so it would fit snugly over her eyes. The inside was fur-lined and very soft to the touch. “Now hold still.” He said while moving her head in position. A few moments later she felt something drip into her ear.

It was sticky, like resin. After just a second it hardened out and completely blocked her ear way. He made her turn her head to the other side. “How long?” Sarah asked full of worry, but got no answer right away. “Master?”

“Until they decide they are done with you.” Garland told her. Another drop of the strange substance later she was completely deaf.

Without being able to see, hear or move there was nothing she could do but wait. She wondered if no one would get suspicious if she was found tied up as she was. Though she imagined with stories of her indecency spreading people will only think this is just another of her depraved whims.

She had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually the bed shook. Someone climbed behind her she felt the by now all too familiar feeling of a stiff dick entering her.

He rutted into her prone form without hesitation, the tight ropes being the only thing keeping her steady. There was still enough semen inside of her from the men from the festival to act as ample lubrication.

Sarah guessed that she must be moaning but had no way of telling if she did without a sense of sound. Minutes passed by and despite her exhaustion she could feel new embers of pleasure firing up inside her.

Suddenly her anonymous partner pulled and something warm splattered all over her back. What little of the world around her she could still perceive quaked and another manhood penetrated her.

Whoever he was he did not move with the same pace. Though every time their hips collided he pushed in as deep as he possibly could, pulling the ropes holding her legs taut.

That kind of violence was nothing new to the princess and Garland had taught her to feel pleasure through it most successfully.

To her surprise something splashed against her face. A quick taste told her that someone just came on her. It didn’t even occur to her that there was more than one man with her. How many were watching her right now? Were they the same as during the festival? Or did the castle guards wanted to see her true self with their own eyes?

Being the centerpiece of this lewd spectacle thrilled her for some reason now that she was robbed of her senses. Together with the forceful pounding into her overused depths quickly brought her to the edge.

As she climaxed with an inaudible scream more cum rained down on her. At least two bystanders, maybe more, spent themselves over her shoulders and hair.

Just when she calmed down the thick shaft stretching her apart pulsed and filled her insides with another helping of virile seed, triggering a second little orgasm in Sarahs core.

A wave of exhaustion washed over her and she went completely slack. She felt how her lungs worked up a small whimper when the next man pressed his girth against the tight opening of her butt.

She had lost count how many had decided to claim her guts tonight, so she only gave token resistance before he slipped inside. The strangers movements were slow and steady.

After many hours of being used as a tool for Blanks to vent their lustful desires on and together with the gentle rocking of the man stuffing her guts fatigue got the better of her.

The princess woke from her slumber with a start. Either her partner had decided to switch holes while she wasn’t awake or there was a new man taking her overused quim.

With a lick of her lips she confirmed that there was new cum on her face and even more soaked into the bedding, feeling all drenched below her cheek.

Sarahs current suitor showed great stamina, rutting into her for a long time and driving her towards her next release. Her only distraction came when someone pressed his helmeted head against the bottom of her feet and stained her sole with his seed, tickling and grossing her out at the same time.

When a strong pair of hands grabbed her butt and squeezed her tender flesh so hard to bring her to the fringe between pleasure and pain her climax hit her like a thunder.

She felt her lungs ceaselessly pumping out one panting breath after another and her head spun around itself. Whatever repose she had gotten from her short nap was blown away and she slowly faded out once more.

Like this the cycle continued. The princess awoke to someone pounding either of her holes, fresh and stale semen covering her skin and its smell filling her nostrils.

They eventually brought her to a powerful release before she sank back into slumber as the overwhelming afterglow numbed her senses.

Sarah didn’t care for how many hours had passed or many more this would go on. She didn’t care if she had become the plaything for every single men in the castle or how this would change her future. She didn’t care for anything. Not anymore.
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A pet princess