I Fell into a Gay Video Game Ch. 07

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

This work will continue to feature themes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sexual scenarios. All characters are 18 years or older.

Also, for anyone it might concern, content warning for some disordered eating patterns in this and subsequent chapters.

Chapter 7: Royal Pain (Part 4)

PREVIOUSLY...

I thanked her for considering me, touched at the gesture. Not since Father Shion had someone been thoughtful of my wants or needs in this world. I sat in contemplative silence and let her finish the chore of bathing me before she left to let me soak in private.

NOW...

Once I finished, I dried and slid on the ass-less, lace panties and matching lace bra Flos had laid out for me. I re-entered my room, careful not to disturb the sleeping prince. The doors had been closed, blocking the guards from watching me dress.

Flos helped me put on my outfit for the day. It was one of the ready-made outfits that Findel had modified for me--lavender pantyhose paired with a darker purple mini-dress. The dress had spaghetti straps that accentuated my collarbones. It clung tight at the top, plunged low down my chest, and flowed loosely at the skirt, showing off my tight waist and round hips. Flos zipped me snuggly inside, and helped me into the matching purple heels.

[SPAGHETTI STRAP MINI-DRESS EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL]

[ENCHANTED COTTON PANTYHOSE EQUIPPED: +2 SEX APPEAL]

[CLOSE-TOED 3" HEELS EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL]

I looked as tired as I felt, having had my sleep interrupted two days in a row for a drunken fuck marathon. Flos' makeup application hid the shadows on my face. Pairing that with the way she carefully styled my hair, she had made me look quite alluring.

By the time I had dressed, it was already late morning, and Flos was urging me to hurry to my lessons with Madam Hera. Skipping breakfast, I went straight to the instruction room we'd been using.

The same bird-like woman that had greeted me before was there again. Before I could perform any proper greeting, she stormed forward. Closing the distance between us with surprising speed for her age, she lashed out rapidly with her cane. Striking my outer thigh three times in quick succession, I yowled and jumped back, fighting the urge to retaliate.

"Why are you hitting me?!" I demanded, flinching when she took another step toward me.

"You think I don't have ears in this palace? That I don't get reports on your performance? I know the shameful behavior you showed Findel when you greeted him!" She moved again. I was too slowed from this morning's prolonged exertions to move out of the way in time. "A lady! Always! Curtsies!" She hit me in time with just about every word.

Uncertain of how else to stop this barrage, I dropped into a curtsy, careful not to descend too low or not low enough. Luckily for me, that did the trick. Using the end of her cane to poke and prod me into the perfect form, Madam Hera clucked her approval and turned her back to me.

From there, she had me practice various greetings for people both higher and lower ranked than myself, polite topics of conversation, and how to say farewells correctly.

Next were table manners and etiquette, for which she used the midday meal as a teaching opportunity. "A lady is expected to leave most of her food on the plate," she advised. "A waist must stay thin and dainty, so a man's large hands may more easily grasp you."

Starting with the salad and continuing to the entrée, Madam Hera relentlessly scrutinized the size and frequency of my bites. I was still hungry when the multi-course meal was over, but that didn't seem to matter. It was almost comical how little I ate as Jester compared to how I ate in my real life.

After that, I was thrown right back into more training. That time, the subject was dancing. Every step out of order was met with harsh retribution. My legs were throbbing with blow after blow, making my steps even clumsier, resulting in even more abuse. I wasn't sure if she was misjudging or deliberately hitting out of place, but she'd occasionally wallop my meaty ass or sensitive lower back. If it was the former, I recovered pretty quickly. The latter practically had me falling to the ground because the pain was so sharp.

I danced until my feet felt like they were bleeding. Then I kept dancing because slowing down meant another strike from the cane. When my whole body was shaking and every other step was a misstep, hours had passed. Finally, Madam Hera allowed me to rest. Though I wanted to collapse on the floor, I followed her out of the room to an opulent office.

She indicated I should sit at the large desk on the far side of the room, my sore ass and legs throbbing when I did. Piles of papers were stacked in front of me. I glanced at the top of one stack and noticed what appeared to be a letter of recommendation. Madam Hera moved the stack closer to me, explaining that it was a lady's duty to oversee the hiring and firing of her house's personnel, managing the budget for décor and food, grounds management, and ensuring the home was provisioned for the various upcoming seasons.

The tasks weren't complex per se. They required basic reading and mathematics, but there was just so much of it that it was overwhelming. I did well enough with this portion of my lessons that she didn't see fit to hit me, even clicking her tongue in approval a few times as I quickly worked out figures in my head.

As the hours passed and I worked through the various tasks before me, I had to ignore my growling stomach. When Flos came to get me for supper, I thought I could eat a horse and still have room for dessert.

Unfortunately, the prince was waiting for me in the dining room, downing a hefty serving of wine. Confident he was the one that snitched on me to Madam Hera, I carefully curtsied as I entered the room. Though my legs shook from the day's exertions, I kept my form perfect. Seemingly pleased, Hubriste invited me to sit.

I cast a quick glance around the room as I took my seat. A butler was present, whispering something to the prince before standing off in the corner to oversee the meal. There were also six guards, two stationed at each doorway, and Sir Videre standing silently behind his liege. An assortment of maids, including Flos, busily set the table, carrying dishes to and from one of the doorways.

He motioned for one of the maids present to pour me some wine, but I hesitated to drink with how little I'd eaten through the day. Noticing my uncertainty, he impatiently pushed the glass closer to me. "Don't be a killjoy, my lady," he said simply.

Reaching for the glass, a stray impulse to splash the wine in his face came and went. It was more of an intrusive thought, but I still felt the sudden hold of the automated controls on my body. Robotically, they forced me to bring the glass to my lips and take a swig, but when I tried to put it back down, Hubriste stopped me. Gently pressing the glass back to my lips and tilting it, I had no choice but to swallow gulp after gulp until the glass was drained.

Quickly, the maid came back to fill my glass. I tried to take a bite of the salad in front of me. Again, Hubriste forced the glass into my hands. When he pushed it to my lips and tilted, I had to drink or choke.

A slight hiccup escaped me as the maid poured a third glass. I quickly grabbed a bite of bread from my plate, hoping it could absorb some of the alcohol that I was already starting to feel. I was given just enough time to swallow before Hubriste insisted I down the third glass. As the fourth serving was poured, I could tell Jester's body was already pretty decently drunk.

I gulped, unsure how long this would go on. I was permitted to eat more bread and pick at my salad before he forced me to drink another. Though drunk, I remembered the pain of my lessons well and left half the plate untouched despite my hunger and level of inebriation.

As the plates were replaced with the subsequent courses, Hubriste plied me with more booze until the room was spinning. I was grateful that the prince wasn't attempting to talk to me outside of commanding me to drink more or faster. He was watching me, but I couldn't decipher his expression.

"'Mmhungryyy," I blurted, unsteadily reaching for my fork to stab at the steak that had found its way before me.

Hubriste laughed and leaned back in his chair, pushing back from the table. "If you're so hungry," he said, freeing his hard cock from his breeches, "You can devour this meat instead." Ding!

[THE PRINCE HAS OFFERED YOU A MEAL.]

[OPTION 1: FOCUS ON YOUR PLATE.]

[OPTION 2: GRATEFULLY ACCEPT HIS OFFERING.]

OPTION 1 was greyed out like last time, making my choice for me. I chafed at it and hated the feeling of the automated controls sliding over my skin as I selected OPTION 2. Stumble-rising from my seat, I clumsily fell to my knees in front of him, pitching forward so that my face was buried in his exposed crotch.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

His cockhead smeared Cowper's fluid over my cheek as it passed before I was face-deep in coarse, blond pubic hair. I struggled to raise myself onto my knees, but once I did, I gulped him into my small mouth without hesitation.

Being drunk was helping me overcome some of Jester's natural shortcomings, like his inability to deepthroat. I relaxed and swallowed as his cockhead hit my uvula, trying to force it down. My eyes were watering, and I failed the first couple of times. I had to take a break to breathe through my nose while still working the shaft with my tongue, so that Hubriste didn't get bored and take matters into his own hands.

On the contrary, he looked like he was enjoying my efforts, leaning back and relaxing while I drooled and slurped on his knob. "My slutty saintess loves cock for dinner," he announced to the room, petting my hair while he did. "Videre, Famul, look at how eagerly she tries to fit my rod down her wanton gullet."

Videre stepped forward to watch me closer, but the butler hesitated.

"Don't be shy. She loves to be watched," Hubriste lied yet again.

Despite my true feelings, the words that came out of my mouth when I pulled away from the royal cock before me agreed. "Being watched gets my clit hard... makes my pussy ache for my prince." While I spoke, I caressed his prick with my fingers, gathering the mixture of saliva and pre-cum. When I returned my mouth to its position on his rod, my hand strayed behind me. The mini-dress was exposing my pantyhose-covered ass to the room, too short to cover me as I kneeled.

My wet finger traced a circle at my backdoor and the fabric spread apart, exposing my pink, puckered hole. I started fingerfucking myself while I sloppily worked the cock in my mouth. After much struggling, I finally managed to swallow Hubriste's girth down my throat, blocking any oxygen, tears flowing, and my gag reflex causing me to convulse occasionally. Every time my body shook, the seal my lips created around his dick was broken. A flood of drool would escape me, running down my chin and onto his groin.

He watched me intently, only breaking our gaze to take a gulp of wine or a bite of food. After what felt like an hour on my knees, but was likely much less, Hubriste came directly down my throat, filling my stomach with a topping of cum to mix with the wine I'd drunk.

[LUST: (*******/---)]

Embarrassingly, I was still fingering my hole while Hubriste pushed me away from his softening dick, still polluting the space with the noise of my wet pussy squelching around my two fingers. He smiled, taking more bites of food, while I was denied supper in favor of the erotic showcase I was putting on.

My knees were screaming at me when Hubriste pulled me to my feet. My legs felt weak and like they might buckle, but I didn't have to worry about that for long since he quickly pitched me over the table and his empty plate. I was drunk and hungry enough to notice that my food was just out of reach before I felt his fingers join my own in my pliable hole. He pushed the enchanted fabric further from my entrance, spreading my cheeks wide.

"Have you ever seen such a pristine, pink cunt?" he asked the men behind him, who agreed that they had, indeed, never seen a pussy like mine.

I reddened shamefully, but recognized the barest hint of pride as they praised me. I quickly squashed the feeling down and chalked it up to my drunken state.

He removed his digits and pushed mine to the side, just long enough to push his turgid cock inside me. His glans battered at my prostate, making my body sing with joy and lust. "Lemme cummm, pleeease," I begged, already at my peak.

He laughed at me and started fucking me at a breakneck pace, shaking the table underneath us, and I was sure that he was bruising that perfect pink pussy he'd just been admiring.

"Ah! Angh! Ha!" I cried out with every jab as the noises were roughly fucked from my body. "Give it... to... me!" I added brokenly, trying to entice him to let me cum.

[LUST: (********/--)]

I looked up and noticed the guards in the room were all watching. Some had already started masturbating, while others hesitated. I could hear both the butler and Videre beating their meat behind us.

"I want--ooh--everyone... to watch me... cum!" I exclaimed, squeezing my pussy around his cock with every other word. There was a fluttering in my lower stomach as I lied. I could feel the eyes of all the men in the room almost as intensely as I could feel the prince pounding my eager cunt.

"I knew you'd be a fun drunk," he laughed, while he fucked me harder.

My legs were spasming underneath me, every stroke of his cock like electricity circulating through my body. All my weight was on the table at that point. After a few more minutes of that treatment, he said those sweet, magic words, freeing me.

The ding of the notification chimed; my clit jumped and twitched as it released a shot of pathetic, almost clear liquid. My pussy was contracting around his cock uncontrollably by then, egging him on to release into my bowels--he began erupting jet after jet of hot seed inside me.

[LUST: (*******/---)]

He took me more, again and again, sometimes letting me cum, sometimes letting me dance on the edge for an excruciating amount of time. By the time he finished, hours had again passed, and I was a worn-down mess, cum leaking from both my cunt and the corners of my mouth. He was refreshed and quaffed a final glass of wine before leaving me spread out on the floor to collect myself while he went off to party and gamble the night away again.

Flos helped me to my feet and to straighten out my clothing. My stomach was growling the whole way back to my room, but I ignored it, taking a cold shower as soon as I was alone. Nude, I re-entered my bedroom and immediately honed in on a glittering bundle on my desk--a cloth-wrapped parcel of bread and cheese. I scarfed the food and finally went to bed with a somewhat satisfied stomach.

For the next week, my days fell into a pattern. They started in the early morning hours between two to four, whenever Hubriste would drunkenly come into my room and fuck me in my bed for hours before passing out on top of me. From there, I took a shower or a bath before Flos helped me dress.

Afterward, I would go to my lessons with Madam Hera, who had begun to include needlepoint into the curriculum, a task I did not appear suited for. Between stabbing my fingers and the blows to my (sometimes bare, depending on the outfit) thighs, I was consistently in pain by the time lunch rolled around. Madam Hera still closely scrutinized my meals and remarked on every bite I took. Halfway through the week, I was starting to feel lightheaded from lack of sustenance and increased exercise in the form of dancing and fucking. I got by on the bread and cheese Flos would sneak for me.

After lunch, I always had dancing lessons. I wished I could say that I improved enough over the week to avoid the cane more often than not, but that wasn't the case. Madam Hera relished every misstep, hitting me with vigor.

Hubriste took to joining me regularly for dinner. He sometimes commented on the bruises marring my fair skin, caressing them with a gentle stroke before fucking me on the table, in his chair, or on the floor--perhaps all three, depending on his mood. I couldn't get used to the fixed gazes of the guards and the male wait staff, or the politely averted gazes of the maids, some of whom were flushed red at the sight.

By the end of the week, I was more than familiar with his cock. I was getting dicked down so regularly that my pussy remembered his shape, fitting him like a glove, letting his cockhead pop into the bend of my colon like it belonged there. He took to petting my belly and kissing my neck while he came, willing his seed to take root inside me.

My anxiety simmered underneath the surface as every day passed. Was I spending too much time following a schedule the prince had laid out for me? Was this really the best way to win the game? I wasn't exactly doing anything of consequence, was I? I couldn't see how learning embroidery and dance would help me make Hubriste the emperor's heir. What if I was stuck here forever? Had this become my life?

Under Madam Hera's watchful eye, I was eating half of what appeared to be a four-ounce cut of salmon for lunch, and trying to fight just those kinds of fear-inducing thoughts when Hubriste and his entourage came barging into the room unannounced. Practically leaping to my feet, I curtsied to greet him. It was the perfect curtsy, made all the more beautiful by my luxurious red dress. It was a mermaid cut, hugging my body tightly at the torso and hips before flaring out at the knee. The plunging neckline allowed for the perfect view down the tiny cleavage created by the strapless bra I had equipped.

He beamed at me before turning to Madam Hera. "You're doing a marvelous job training her. Watching you iron out her crude manner and see her carry herself as a real lady is delightful. But I need her this afternoon, so you're free to take the rest of the day off, madam."

Shining with pride, she thanked him and left the room.

He turned his attention to me. "I've summoned painters and jewelers for this afternoon, but I'm afraid there will only be time to see one group. I thought I'd give you the option," he smiled, but there was something in it I couldn't place. Ding!

[WHICH ARTISTS WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET?]

[OPTION 1: JEWELERS]

[OPTION 2: PAINTERS]

Madam Hera had told me that both men and women needed jewelry to appropriately exhibit their ranking in high society. For men, it was typically rings and watches, but women had much more variety. I knew that Hubriste would take this opportunity to reinforce my feminine role... but the thought of having my image as Jester immortalized in a portrait made my skin crawl.

It was bad enough that I could barely escape mirrors in so many rooms, but there was also my Status window, which I could accidentally summon with a stray thought, to be greeted by Jester's warped image of me.

Choosing OPTION 1, I asked to see the jewelers and relinquished all thoughts of a painting. For just a moment, Hubriste's smile seemed to flicker, but then it was back, wider than ever. He invited me to take his arm and escorted me back to the receiving room where we'd met Findel.

Six men waited to greet us when we entered the room: three older men sitting down and three younger men behind the sofa. Each of the three standing at attention held their arms crossed behind their backs, smiles playing on their lovely faces.

The first of them, a cinnamon-skinned beauty with short hair and large doe-brown eyes named Sweets, wore a vest that revealed his pierced nipples and belly button. The pale, blond nymph to his left was Perry; he had his ears, septum, and lip pierced. I could see that his nipples were pronounced through his thin tunic in a way that made me wonder if they were similarly pierced. The final youth, Murtin, was swarthy, shirtless, and had no piercings that I could see, but was bedecked in jewels--necklaces, bracelets, rings, and an emerald-studded belt around his waist.

Hubriste and I took our seats opposite the group. I immediately felt them all focus their attention on me.

"To see such beauty before my own eyes is truly something!" announced the first old man, sitting on the sofa. Lyman was short with a round face, a pronounced grey mustache, and a formidable gut. "I always thought my child was quite the vision! Why, they could almost be siblings, could they not?" He reached behind him and pinched Perry's chin between his fat fingers, shaking his face slightly while smiling stupidly.

We looked nothing alike, except that we were both milky white twinks. In fact, he looked nothing like his father either, with his thin build and pretty face, but who was I to question genetics?

But as he ushered the young man forward and had him spin in a circle, our eyes met, and I realized the purpose of his visit. That gaze was issuing a challenge. Perry might be here as an assistant to his father, but he was also here to attempt to catch the prince's eye. Either he'd supplant me, a lower commoner in their eyes despite my divine status, or he could be the start of Hubriste's harem, perhaps.

Were all three of the pretty young men here for that purpose? Were they all dutiful sons ready to whore themselves out for their families? I found myself desperately hoping they were. That one of them could manage to land him. The other two old men, Oswick and Merric, couldn't resist putting forth their own tag-along, having them move to stand in front of the sofa and twirl to show off their assets to the man they wanted to impress.

But they didn't impress him, I could tell. They infuriated him, though he hid it well. When I glanced at my Adonis, I noticed his jaw was tight, steel in his blue eyes, and the arm laced around mine was tense. But despite his displeasure, he smiled broadly, leaning further back in his seat.

"It's wonderful to see sons partaking in the family business. Too often, daughters get in the way of a son's rightful inheritance," he said, drinking from a chalice of wine Flos had filled when we first entered the room. "Having said that, I expect a certain professionalism from my merchants. I'd hardly call this farce professional. Putting on a show for me, in front of my lady no less, could hardly be seen as anything but disrespectful."

The merchants looked flustered momentarily before Merric piped up. The older, ebony-skinned man, even darker than his son, had big, round eyes, clear and bright, just like Murtin. But, unlike his clean-shaven progeny, Merric's handsome face sported a thick, braided beard. "You misunderstand, Your Highness! We would never disrespect the lady like that--"

"So, they're not dressed to seduce me?"

"Of course not! They're simply modeling the merchand--"

"Then who are they dressed to seduce? Because you cannot convince me otherwise." Hubriste seemed to mull over a thought for a moment before acting as though the proverbial lightbulb went off. "I see. The three of you must be having a bit of an exchange!" The room fell silent.

Oswick, the skinny father of bambi-eyed Sweets, spoke up, "My lord, I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean?" Unlike his son, he had beady, black eyes and a stone-faced expression, but his wrinkled old skin creased even further at his question.

"An exchange between yourselves, of course. All three of you are widowers, are you not? It's a fine time to take a new partner and concurrently join your three houses!" He clapped his hands together once in faux excitement. "You," he pointed at Perry, who had been the first to show off, "go to Merric." He pointed at the old Black man on the far right.

The room was frozen, the gathered men holding their collective breath and uncertain how to proceed. Hubriste waved his hand impatiently.

"Y-Your Highness, I think there's been a misunderstanding. My sweet Perry--"

"Lyman, if your 'sweet Perry' doesn't march his whorish ass over to Merric's lap, I will take this clumsy attempted seduction as an insult to my lady, your future empress. What do you suppose is the proper punishment for insulting a member of the imperial family?"

The question hung in the air threateningly. I listened in growing horror, unsure if I could or should intervene. Perry looked to his father for help, but Lyman refused to meet his gaze. Fidgeting nervously with his fingers, all traces of his earlier confidence gone, the pierced youth closed the space between himself and his appointed. He awkwardly forced Merric's son to step out of the way so he could warily place himself on the much older man's lap. Though it hadn't been Merric's idea, an exploratory hand drifted from the top of Perry's back down to his rump. The sylph of a man jumped right back to his feet, holding his backside indignantly.

"Perry!" Lyman barked. "Sit. Down!" He was red-faced, shamed by his inability to protect his son and fearing the prince's wrath against them both. Looking like he was about to burst into tears, Perry settled back down on Merric's lap.

"Murtin," Merric looked at his son in the face. An unspoken conversation passed between them before Murtin gracefully stepped to his left towards Oswick in the middle. He gently moved the man's befuddled offspring out of the way so that he could place himself on Oswick's waiting lap.

Confused about the situation, Sweets looked at Oswick and then at Lyman, who was sitting on the sofa still forlorn but unable to hide the interest in his eyes. He looked the younger man up and down and offered him an inviting hand. Still, the boy hesitated.

"... Sweets, take his hand," Oswick commanded reluctantly.

Gulping silently, Sweets did as he was bid, barely having any room in Lyman's portly lap to sit, more like he propped himself up on the old man's knees.

Once the men were shuffled, they stilled, uncertain how or unwilling to proceed further. Hubriste waited a few moments before he picked on Lyman again. "You were so eager to show your son off. Let's see what he's got to offer first, should we not?"

Lyman paled but said nothing.

Merric, understanding what the prince wanted without further instruction, tore the delicate fabric of Perry's top with three savage yanks, making the man shriek in horror, reaching to cover his exposed, pink nipples. Confirming my earlier suspicion, both nipples bore a hoop piercing, though I hadn't suspected the chain that hung between them. His "lover" moved his hands away so that they lay at his side, then he experimentally tugged on the chain, eliciting a squeal from Perry.

As Merric went to work playing with Perry, Lyman could not break his gaze from the spectacle before him. He grew increasingly red-faced as Perry's entire body was exposed. The boy was beautiful, his pale skin unmarred, his butt perky and round, his thighs shapely, and a skinny torso that showed his pronounced ribs. His tiny dick was flaccid but twitched with every yank of the chain or pass of hand over his rump. It seemed Merric was deliberately avoiding stimulating his pricklet.

I found myself watching intently, despite knowing that this was technically against both men's wills. But another part of me marveled at how Jester's body had resembled Perry's not even two weeks ago. He was a twink but still starkly more masculine than myself, even while his father's business partner was molesting him.

"How does being in the audience for a change feel?" Hubriste asked, breaking my concentration.

[THE PRINCE HAS ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION.]

[OPTION 1: {TRUTH} "I think this game has gone a bit far, Your Highness."]

[OPTION 2: {LIE} "I'm touched! Thank you for defending my honor, Prince Hubriste."]

OPTION 1 was greyed out, relieving me of the moral dilemma of choosing between having to put my neck on the line to argue that rape is bad, actually, or acting in my own self-interest. I mean, Hubriste had been raping me basically the entire time I'd known him; consent was clearly not part of his vocabulary. I'd promised to be the type of lady he wanted, and he wanted someone complicit.

My hesitation felt like it took ages, but only an awkward moment passed before I chose OPTION 2. The words fluttered out of my mouth, my lashes batting as the automated controls took over, leaning me forward to caress my lips gently against the prince's clean-shaven cheek.

[PERSUASION CHECK PASSED]

He smiled and brushed my hair back from my face to kiss down my cheek and neck. "Keep watching," he commanded, biting me gently. I did as commanded, keeping my eyes on the scene unfolding before me.

Just as Merric turned his attention to his ward's minuscule meat, Hubriste reached over to rub my clit over my dress. I was hard in an instant and fighting not to moan. Perry was also fighting the pleasure he was feeling, wiggling restlessly in a way that I'm sure he didn't intend to excite but undoubtedly was, all while moaning, gasping, and turning a deep shade of crimson all over his body. Merric began jerking him furiously, working his hard cock expertly, stopping to sweep his fingers over the tiny, pink head periodically.

Lyman was staring determinedly forward, but I could see his constant glances towards his son. He started shifting frequently, holding Sweets by the hips and keeping him in place as Lyman humped him. Though he didn't protest, I saw Sweets' brown skin flush red.

Perry drew my attention back to him when he started begging Merric to stop touching him. "Please, I'm going to cum! No more!" But Merric stopped his pleas by pressing his thick lips against Perry's and continued to massage his pecker until it erupted in his hand. Collecting the sample in one hand, he didn't hesitate before pulling Perry off his lap by the nipple chain. Yelping, the blond quickly followed his new partner's lead, getting to his feet to stand nude before all of us.

Merric freed his cock from his breeches, revealing a seven-inch rod, his shaft dark and veiny, the purplish-brown head already glistening. He rubbed Perry's cum on his meat, lubing himself up with an impatient schlick, schlick, schlick. Perry was watching in terror, continuing to fiddle with his hands nervously. He looked to his father one last time for help. "Papa," he called plaintively, but Lyman cast one pointed look at his son's hard cocklet disdainfully before looking away.

Crestfallen, Perry didn't fight Merric as he roughly turned him around and forced him over the table. Our eyes met, the earlier challenge he'd wordlessly issued to me a thing of the past. Here, he looked at me forlornly as Merric's fingers closed around his throat, and he lined his prick up with Perry's chute.

"I can tell what a masochistic little whore you are, boy," Merric announced to the room. Biting his ear, pulling the chain hanging between his nips, and gripping his throat tightly, Merric slammed his hips forward, giving his lover no time to get used to the intrusion before he was all the way inside.

Perry jerked his head back and dropped his jaw uselessly as his air supply was cut off. Merric spared not a moment, rocketing his hips back and forth, pounding into his new cock sleeve mercilessly. Perry was crying and clawing at the table, but his prick was leaking continuously as he was fucked. He was squealing every time the chain was yanked, and his hips were starting to reflexively swing back into his violator's cock.

Hubriste continued to pet me over my skirt but went no further, allowing me to "enjoy" the show uninterrupted. Was I enjoying it? Was there some sick part of me that was becoming aroused watching these people forced to fuck for my entertainment because of a perceived insult? Could I be blamed for being aroused by a beautiful man being dominated in front of me by a handsome silver fox?

The continuous clap, slap, clap of flesh on flesh was pervasive. I lurched into Hubriste's fingers, urging him wordlessly to pet me more, to play with my body more, but dared not speak it. Taking a break from teasing me, he settled his attention back on Lyman, grinning at the man's beet red face. "I think it's your turn to start."

The fat man gritted his teeth and forced Sweets on his back on the table--the same table his own son was already being taken on. Lyman's cock was surprisingly daunting when freed from its confines, not because of its length, which must end at around five and a half inches, but because of how exceedingly fat it was. Sweets paled at the sight of it, but didn't move away or refuse as his pants were removed and his legs hefted in the air.

Lyman coupled with the younger man quickly, not pausing to prep or lube him at all, making Sweets cry out in pain and push away from the man hammering him dry. His thrusts looked angry and urgent to me, clearly taking out his frustration on his unwilling lover. Unlike Sweets, Perry seemed to have crossed over into masochistically enjoying how Merric was handling him. The former was soft and crying still, while the fat man rutted on top of him.

Oswick's face was twisted in a half-snarl, unable to ignore Lyman's rape of his child. 'If he cared so much about how his son would be treated, why dangle him in front of Hubriste?' I wondered internally. Sweets had stopped his loud cries and subsided to silent tears as he lay rocking with Lyman's movements, a faraway look in his eyes. Seeing him weakly resign himself, I felt a stab of guilt.

When it was finally Oswick's time to start, he had trouble escaping the scene. Instead, he stood Murtin in a way that blocked his view. Murtin's loose-fitting pants were stripped from him so that he stood before his new lover in only jewels and bare flesh. I expected his taking to be aggressive like the other two, but I was caught by surprise.

Leaning forward, Oswick took the youth's soft prick in his mouth. Murtin gasped and leaned his hips forward, his hands going straight to grip tight onto Oswick's shoulders. His muscular ass clenched as he lurched back and then forward erratically, fucking the older man's face with unpracticed movements. Oswick's gnarled fingers dug into those meaty cheeks, spreading them apart so that he could carefully probe the puckered prize, mindful not to press inside yet. I marveled at Murtin's perfect, unmarred onyx skin and was enraptured as his thrusts became faster and even more inconsistent, until he threw his head back, moaning loudly. His black locs tumbled down to caress his lower back, his dark eyes closed to the world as he came into Oswick's persistent mouth.

His knees buckled with pleasure. He was lowered into Oswick's lap, straddling the man and still resting his hands upon the bony, old shoulders. Oswick spit Murtin's cum into his hand before returning to his lover's asshole, smearing the liquid over his trembling entrance. He quickly buried an exploratory finger inside him, staring hard at Murtin's face, gauging his reactions as he massaged his love tunnel. Approving what he saw, he added another finger to the first, drawing intensified moans from Murtin. After long minutes of being stretched out, he was raised up slightly, so that Oswick could free his manhood. He was the largest cock of the three merchant partners at seven inches and some change. He positioned himself at the hole he was so diligently tending to. Capturing the younger man's mouth with his own, Oswick muffled Murtin's cries of pleasure-pain as he slowly pushed his cock inside.

While Murtin was gently ushered into lovemaking, the other two sons were continuously getting railed without either of the men fucking them slowing down.

Even though it wasn't Merric's son he was fucking, Lyman was still taking his anger out on Sweets' body. He had flipped him over so that he could hold his hips tightly while he bored his thick meat inside what was previously (as far as I could tell) an unused or deeply inexperienced hole. The timid boy was still silently crying and had yet to gain even the semblance of a hard-on, taking no pleasure in his abuse. It brought to mind all the times I'd been brought pleasure against my will and the shame I'd felt because of it. I found myself wishing my body could maintain some sense of dignity like his.

Unlike Sweets, Perry's turgidity had not waned, though pre-cum was constantly streaming from his pricklet. Convinced of his pain-loving nature, Merric was continually abusing the nymph in his possession, choking, smacking, and biting him in equal measure, while also playing with the chain connecting his pierced nipples. I could feel my clit and nipples practically jump with excitement every time he screamed or gurgled his forced satisfaction.

Witnessing the onslaught of forced sex, as well as being subjected to Hubriste's easygoing and irregular petting, had me breathing heavily and flushed with desire. My prince must have been aware of my state, rubbing my clit as he was, aching and pronounced even under the fabric of my dress, but he barely spared me a glance; instead, surveying the small orgy he'd arranged with amusement while he relaxed and guzzled wine.

After about half an hour of their constant fucking, Lyman was the first among them to cum. He stuttered out a gasping, exhausted cry as he came inside Sweets, whose tear-soaked eyes widened as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of his bowels being painted. His crying began anew, and Lyman actually seemed remorseful as he withdrew his flaccid dick from the doe-like boy. Struck by an idea, Lyman got to his knees behind Sweets and took him in his mouth from behind. For the first time, the cinnamon-skinned boy voiced his refusal. Though it was barely above a whisper and went unheeded, his simple, "No," reached my heart.

I knew he didn't want to feel pleasure, didn't want to cum, but as Lyman took his entire prick and balls in his fat mouth and began slurping and sucking noisily, he couldn't escape it. His previously unresponsive body was desperate for anything other than pain and violation. So, the fat man's sloppy tongue was able to caress and cajole him into a quick erection. His meaty fingers found their way to his abused, cum-filled boy pussy and briefly searched for his special button. I could tell immediately when it was pressed, as I could see the confusion and fear on Sweets' face before his mouth dropped open in surprise. It took only minutes of that treatment before he was panting and gripping the table's edge. Then he was cumming; his eyes rolled back in his head as his lithe body vibrated and his hips jerked backward.

At the same time this was occurring, Merric had pulled Perry into a standing position and was fucking him upright. Sperm erupted from Perry's tiny dicklet in little, disappointing spurts with every violent thrust inside. His face was turning bright red from Merric's grip on his throat. His hands clung desperately to his attacker's wrist, but he did not or could not remove it. The furious clapping of Merric's pelvis on Perry's asscheeks was then accompanied by Merric's loud and satisfied roar as he emptied his large, hairy balls into his twink partner. Perry groaned, leaking a final string of clear cum on the floor before he was allowed to collapse unceremoniously to his knees, Merric leaving his backdoor with a noticeable pop.

The only slap of flesh left in the room was Murtin happily bouncing up and down on Oswick's veiny cock. His gasps of enjoyment were an unexpected song to my ears until the two of them came in unison, locking lips and exchanging copious amounts of spit as their tongues danced and their passions came to a moaning, muffled end.

As their arousal and anger subsided, I saw a certain discomfort set into the party. The three jewelers who had been summoned before us in the first place put their cocks away and went to work awkwardly tending to their younger partners. Lyman and Merric, having treated their paramours rather coarsely, had come to seem uncertain about touching Sweets and Perry, respectively. Instead, the older men watched them closely as they picked up their discarded clothing and began dressing, their eyes downcast. Oswick was the only one who seemed comfortable, casually touching his partner, helping Murtin back into his pants, and straightening out his disheveled appearance. For his part, Murtin was shy, but pleased.

None were more pleased than Hubriste was with himself, though. Smiling broadly, he told the group, "It's a fine thing to watch business partners forge lifelong bonds! Since I've arranged these unions myself, I expect you'll take your new lovers to wife soon. Do make sure to send me word of the nuptials. I'll send along an appropriate gift."

I'd read about how Intacta had shaped the Erotinos Empire in one of my books. She came to the world in her human form as the first Saintess, setting certain rules when she established her church. This included the practice of male wives and female husbands in cases approved by a holy person or state official. These unions were expected to adopt at least one child from an orphanage and so were favorably looked upon by the church, which was typically responsible for running such homes. Adoption even came with tax breaks, making same-sex marriage an appealing option for the middle class. However, since no children could be produced naturally, it was taboo among the nobility, who would rather their wealth go to a distant relative than an adopted child.

It wasn't a bad deal in the cases of the men before us. Sure, they were losing their sons to marriage, but they would soon be gaining another child to replace that loss and would have substantial tax breaks for their businesses.

When everyone resumed their places, they differed from the positions they'd been in over an hour ago when we first entered. Instead of standing behind their fathers, the three men brought to tempt Hubriste were standing behind their new husbands-to-be. And their husbands, so recently sated, were instructed to produce the stock they had brought.

They brought out boxes upon boxes of jewels: earrings, bracelets, rings, necklaces, brooches, watches, and more were displayed around the room. Gems I didn't even know existed glittered and shone, capturing my attention. Eager to see me decked out in jewels, Hubriste insisted I try on piece after piece, asking me if I liked the weight and style.

I was overwhelmed by the options and, frankly, unsure how to choose the best items. Were the larger, gaudy pieces the right choice, or something more delicate and tasteful? Was this decision going to have a significant impact later? I was wracking my brain, closely examining each one in turn, when Hubriste's laughter bubbled up. He smiled at me with exaggerated good-nature and pulled me back to his side, sitting on the sofa.

Then, with that angelic smile, he pointed from one end of the room to the other. "I'll take all of it," he said easily.

My eyes popped nearly out of my skull; I was aghast. How much money was this going to cost?

"But that's not all you brought, is it? We're ready for your more exotic jewels and accessories."

And we weren't even finished yet?!

The six men were busily gathering the items the prince had just purchased and quickly moved them aside. Then, they began setting out additional boxes, showing a range of items that had me curious. I initially mistook the first new pieces I saw for earrings, but then thought they were small matching pins... or perhaps even cufflinks? It wasn't until I saw a set of diamond barbells in a box beside them that I realized they were nipple piercings. I felt uncertainty bubbling up in my gut.

Pieces were set out. Some I recognized, and others not so much. Varying sizes of small rods jeweled at one end; single piercings that I couldn't place the purpose of; strings of what appeared to be large pearls; rings of various metals that I was able to unmistakably identify as cock rings, and more were laid out. I was caught off guard by a pair of jewel-encrusted cuffs that were produced, and even more unprepared for the way Hubriste's eyes lit up when he saw them. But how he surveyed everything before him was like a kid in a candy shop.

He grabbed my hand and made me stand with him once again. "Turn around," he commanded.

I turned my back to him and felt him start to untie the bodice of my dress. I didn't need to be told what to do after. As I felt it being completely unlaced and slipped off my shoulders, I helped slide it down my skinny torso and over my fat rump down to the floor, where it lay in a puddle of red fabric at my feet.

"We are unworthy to see such magnificence, Your Highness," Merric said, leering at me in my underwear--a small lacy bra, a black lace thong, and matching thigh-high stockings.

Not acknowledging that the other man spoke, Hubriste unclasped my bra, stripping me of it and exposing my rapidly hardening, puffy nipples to the room. I tried not to feel self-conscious, keeping in mind that I'd just watched the other men in the room fucking each other not twenty minutes ago. I also couldn't help but wonder if anyone had any thoughts about the myriad of bruises dappling my upper thighs, ass, and lower back.

When I was standing in just my thong and stockings, I wheeled back around to Hubriste, only to see him approaching me, holding a set of golden chains with alternating rubies and sapphires embedded throughout. Ding!

[HUBRISTE WANTS TO TRY OUT THE NEW PRODUCTS ON YOU.]

[OPTION 1: REFUSE TO BE BOUND BY THE PRINCE.]

[OPTION 2: OBEDIENTLY PRESENT YOUR WRISTS.]

OPTION 1 was greyed out, so with no other choice, I selected OPTION 2. That hated, familiar feeling of the automated controls lightly settled over me, forcing me to proffer my wrists to him. He took one, cuffed it, then spun me back around too fast for me to react as he grabbed my still free hand only to tug it behind my back, where he cuffed me again. He laid a series of kisses on my naked shoulders, his soft lips making the hairs on my neck stand on end.

[SCENE UNLOCKED]

Was it my turn to be taken in front of the group? My clit twitched at the thought, alarming me. Was Jester's body being trained to enjoy an audience like Hubriste claimed?

Pulling me back onto the couch, Hubriste laid me down. I shifted uncomfortably as my weight settled down on my arms; the way I was lying caused my chest to jut out embarrassingly. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling to avoid the leering eyes in the room, but Hubriste leaned to hover over me, blocking my vision. He grinned in a way that I was really growing to dislike.

"Stay perfectly still, my lady," he commanded, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "Hand me the needle," he ordered someone behind him.

I felt a knot in my stomach and couldn't stop shifting nervously. Hubriste shot me a dirty look before he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it taut. A shooting pain lanced through me, and I yelped in shock, but it was just as suddenly gone, leaving a dull throbbing. Hubriste soothed me while fastening the diamond barbell on me, hurting me further before wiping away a warm trail of blood. Afterward, he applied a thick salve onto my newly pierced breast, instantly reducing the pain.

When he grabbed my other nipple, I couldn't help but flinch away from him, causing him to chide me gently before sitting on my stomach and forcing the wind out of me. It effectively rendered me motionless. I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed even as I tried to force myself to relax. The second time the needle pierced me, I hollered again, tears beading at the corners of my eyes as the pain was twice as bad.

'Fuck, why am I being subjected to this shit?' I wondered as the same balm was applied again, staunching the bleeding and numbing the pain.

Still sitting on top of me, Hubriste leaned down to capture my mouth with his. The kiss was deep and possessive, his tongue dominating mine as he rolled my newly pierced nipples under his thumbs. It hurt only dimly but was more sensitive than before, prompting a tight feeling in my clit and a needy feeling in my brain. He shifted off my stomach to slide down to my thighs, where he made himself comfortable and motioned for Videre to hand him something. The bodyguard quickly crossed the length of the room, handing over a large vial with a clear liquid inside, and then returning to his post to resume watching.

Uncorking the glass, Hubriste poured some of its contents directly onto my erect clit. I gasped at the cold, viscous fluid that he rubbed into my skin, paying careful attention to push back my skin all the way to reveal my swollen, red clit.

[LUST: (******/----)]

He produced one of the small silver rods from the table, maybe two inches long. It was thin and smooth, with a ruby adorning one of the ends. Holding it over me, he poured some liquid on it, making it slick. I nervously swallowed the massive lump that had formed in my throat.

"What are you doing now?" My voice was low and shaky.

Grinning broadly, Hubriste ignored my question. "Stay perfectly still, my lady, or you might get hurt," was all he said. Delicately taking my clit between his fingers, he brought the tip of the rod to my piss slit.

My breath came in quick, panicked bursts as I realized what he was planning. Shaking my head, I tensed my whole body in fear and instinctively tried to push myself away but only succeeded in getting a warning look from Hubriste.

"Don't be so frightened, Saintess. I would never damage you."

My eyes were locked on him as he slipped the tip into my urethra, a tingling pressure blossoming between my legs instantly, and a slight sound escaping my lips. His smile widened, and the ardor in his gaze grew more fervent.

[LUST: (*******/---)]

"It's too much," I complained weakly as the rest of the rod slowly started to disappear into my tiny clit. Half an inch was inside, and it felt... bizarre. Horrifying as it was to admit to myself, it was pleasant, even though it felt equally violating. A feeling both familiar and unfamiliar somehow, I twitched and gasped, trying to keep my hips still as Hubriste bobbed it up and down in tiny thrusts, fucking the very tip of my clit, causing lube to bubble up and out of my slit. My toes stretched and curled as I rode out the sensations.

He stopped teasing me and took his hand off the rod, allowing gravity to take over, and slowly, ever so slowly, it slid all the way down my pisshole until the ruby came to rest at the entrance, blocking it. I gritted my teeth and felt an almost overwhelming surge of pleasure, moaning like a whore as I enjoyed the pressure along the inside of my small shaft. A two-inch rod down the one-and-a-half-inch tube that was my erect clit, I could feel the moment it slid down into my prostate from the inside.

[LUST: (********/--)]

Leaving me to writhe, Hubriste took a break to drink another glass of wine and observed me panting and agitated. How had my Lust gotten so near the limit so quickly? I started begging Hubriste to let me cum, to release my hands, and to let me take care of it myself. But again, he ignored me.

Instead, he made small talk with the jewelers and pondered over the remaining pieces on the table. While he was verbally meandering, I couldn't help but notice the eyes on me while I was suspended in uncomfortable pleasure. All three merchants were staring at me, even as they discussed whatever came to Hubriste's mind; none of them made a move to hide their growing arousal. Merric was the first to ask his liege if he could make use of his bride-to-be again.

"What kind of prince would I be if I denied a man the use of his own bride?"

Merric freed his cock as soon as he was granted permission, summoning Perry from behind the sofa. He, too, was hard, but his cocklet went neglected as he was forced to kneel in front of his lover and take him in his mouth. Impatient, Merric humped forward straight away, the sounds of Perry choking impossible to miss. Not to be outdone, Lyman called for Sweets, who was immediately made to kneel and take his thick, tumescent rod as deeply in his throat as he could.

Oswick was still clearly displeased with his son's partner and bordered on being rude in his responses to the prince or his business partners when he was prompted to speak. He was the only one who didn't call for his new paramour. Murtin didn't seem content with that, though. Watching the others service their husbands-to-be and witnessing my treatment, Murtin was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, crossing his hands in front of his crotch in a blatant attempt to hide his hard-on. He glided over to his lover and boldly straddled his lap, grinding his hips forward. Oswick looked surprised but didn't resist Murtin, reaching into the back of his pants to grab at his ass.

At long last, Hubriste settled on a toy, presenting me with a foot-long string of pearls. Pastel pink in color, they started small and grew in size--the smallest was the size of a marble, the largest was the size of a plum. "Raise your knees up by your shoulders, my lady," he commanded.

Each movement made the rod inside me shift ever so slightly, but I did as I was told, raising my knees high and exposing my puckered hole.

Using the same clear fluid he'd used on the rod, Hubriste lubed up the pearls until each was wet and dripping. He was practically giddy as he guided the first pearl inside me, so small it slipped in without any resistance. Then the second one pushed in, then the next. Over and over, with my hole expanding a little further each time until the pressure was moving deep into my guts.

"Oh, fuck!" I exclaimed, as my prostate was stimulated from both ends as each gem passed by it, growing larger and larger; thus, the sensation grew stronger and stronger. My knees jerked involuntarily. Hissing through my teeth as the last pearl was swallowed up by my eager cunt, the pressure inside my guts, my clit, and my freshly-pierced nipples was mesmerizing. My whole body was poised to orgasm.

[LUST: (*********/-)]

Just as I was about to beg to cum, Hubriste gave a hard, sudden yank and said the magic words at the same time as the pearls came zipping out of me. My body seized up, and the pleasure quickly became agony as the rod in my clit blocked my ejaculate. Feet planting on the couch, I bucked my hips as my cum hit a blockage and with nowhere to escape went straight back into my bladder instead of my balls. The feeling danced between discomfort and pain. My clit was still erect and exceedingly sensitive. My prostate was thrumming with staggering pleasure.

[LUST: (********/--)]

Collapsing flat, I had no respite before Hubriste was maneuvering me back into position, and the string of pearls was being pushed back inside me. When they were snuggly nestled back in my insides, he forced them in deeper by fingering my pussy, deliberately ramming the biggest pearl into my sweet spot while he toyed with the rod in my clit.

[LUST: (*********/-)]

I couldn't even beg to cum. Words escaped me as the prince assaulted my orifices. When he leaned down to take my clit in his mouth, I hollered, my eyes round in shock. Pleasure-pain radiated throughout my entire being, starting from my groin, traveling up my belly and chest, on to my brain. I was alight with need, a livewire of desire.

[LUST: (**********)]

[STATUS EFFECT: LUST HAZE (Temporary)]

[Satisfaction: (*/---------)]

I was done for. The world slowed, and the pleasure-pain blanketing my mind took over. The sensations stopped conflicting and blended together, creating a beautiful buzzing in my center. I humped at the mouth covering my cock, basking in the bliss of his soft tongue stroking me.

"Highness," I sighed. I clenched and unclenched my hands, still cuffed behind me and long since gone numb. How I wished at that moment that I could pet the blond head sliding up and down between my legs. Moving slowly and clumsily, I managed to raise my legs to rest on his back and enjoyed the feeling of his muscles tensing and loosening as he shifted above me. "Your Highness! So good! Agh, fuuuck," I moaned, sounding to the world like I was the one who'd downed over a half-dozen glasses of wine.

When he slid over the plug with his tongue and spun it in circles, playing with the ruby tip, it felt like that smooth silver rod had a million jagged little edges that scraped the inside of my urethra. Somehow, it was both excruciating and enjoyable, the dichotomy threatening to pull my brain apart until those feelings also blended into one.

Use me. Touch me. Take me. Don't stop. The thoughts permeated my brain until they poured out of my mouth, flooding the room.

"So demanding," Hubriste laughed, raising his head from my clit. He kissed me, forcing me to stop talking, his fingers working faster and faster at my hole, digging hard into my prostate until tears welled up in the corner of my eyes as I was still denied release. Breaking the kiss, he climbed up the sofa to line his cock up with my mouth. Flicking one of my nipple piercings hard to make me gasp, he forced his meat down my throat in one swift movement, choking me briefly as Jester's gag reflex was triggered.

In my lust-addled state, my throat relaxed with relative ease, allowing me to swallow Hubriste's head in one large gulp. The feeling of my throat stretching as he eased further down my gullet caused my clit to twitch and my hairs to stand on end.

He fucked my throat, and it was as though he was fucking my mind. My brain bounced with every thrust, his balls hitting my chin, his thick, blond pubic hair smothering my nose. His scent and his power over me was intoxicating. When he reached down to pull at my barbell, I moaned at the sudden sharp but delightful torment that shot through me. He alternated tugging and massaging the nipple between his thumb and forefinger while he continued to fuck my face, giving me the occasional break to take a deep breath.

I don't know how long he took to cum down my waiting throat pussy, but when he finally did, he said the words that allowed me release as he roughly tugged on my piercing. Convulsing underneath him as my cum was once again blocked and forced back into my bladder, I saw spots as he withdrew from my mouth, a trail of his cum and my saliva briefly connecting his dick to my lips. The strand broke as Hubriste stood to get himself another glass of wine.

[Satisfaction: (**/--------)]

Looking to my right, I could see the men in the room with us were fucking their lovers. For the life of me, I couldn't imagine why I'd wanted one of them to take my place. They were being fucked by men older than my real age while I had my virile, young prince to conquer and subjugate me. I belonged to the most remarkable man in the room.

And my body needed him.

Squirming on the sofa without attention, my skin crawled with the unquenchable need consuming me. "Please, Your Highness," I called, unsure how to form the words to ask for what I wanted. There were so many things. Free me. Touch me. Use me. Fuck me. But the only thing that stumbled out of my mouth was a cross between a moan and a wail.

Hubriste was back on me, kissing me, our tongues intertwining as I sloppily attempted to meet his expert technique with my drunken counter. He was between my legs again, forcing his cockhead into my pussy despite the string of pearls still being lodged in my insides. His dick sent the precious stones further into my guts until I felt the smallest ones pop through the bend in my colon. He could only fit about half his spear with the pearls already occupying so much space, and if he pushed much further, he'd lose the string inside me. Instead, he rocked half in and half out, passing his purple head over my prostate repeatedly and budging the pearls a little further each time. The motions bobbed the rod in my clit up and down aggressively, fucking my clit while Hubriste fucked my pussy.

I was far away, lost in otherworldly ecstasy. He pulled back abruptly just to quickly yank the pearls from my hole, ziiiip once more. Gritting my teeth and rolling my eyes back in my skull, my mouth dropped into a small "o" as Hubriste hilted himself in my then-free pussy. His head easily popped through to my sigmoid as if it belonged there. After what felt like forever, being battered into the precipice of orgasm, Hubriste growled and came inside me. Shot after hot shot of eager seed filled me up.

It felt so good. So right. Bordering on a religious experience.

Still hard as he stood up, he motioned for me to stand as well. Legs shaky, I got to my feet and barely kept my balance, swaying from side to side until I regained my footing. Somehow, the rod stayed lodged inside my clit despite the weight of it pulling my appendage downwards.

Hubriste uncuffed me, freeing my arms, which flopped uselessly at my sides, tingling as the blood flowed again.

"Fuck your clit with the plug while I take some refreshment," he commanded, retrieving yet another chalice of wine.

I was sluggish but obeyed, too far gone to know if I felt compelled by the automated controls or because I was so lost in Lust that I couldn't even fathom disobedience.

Holding my clit with one hand, I used the other to hold the ruby and thrust the rod in and out, fucking myself in what I'd decided was truly my most intimate place. Lube and cum bubbled up from inside my urethra; while I chewed my lower lip, my gaze was fixated on that lovely red gem and the viscous fluid that kept flushing forth from inside me. My body twitched every time the tip of the rod prodded back into my prostate. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the floor as I continued to fuck the flesh that was formerly my prick.

Taking pity on me, Hubriste called the magic words from across the room to allow me to hit the ultimate height.

"Ooooooh!" I groaned, as little spurts of cum were able to finally escape to wet my fingers as I continued to thrust the rod in and out of myself.

[Satisfaction: (***/-------)]

I didn't stop fucking myself when I was done cumming, but I felt a strange pressure building as I continued to penetrate myself. "I have to... pee," I whined pathetically, once I realized the source.

Hubriste said nothing, and I kept fucking myself until my bladder released, the heat burning the inside of my urethra and the pressure of my urine trying to force the rod out, but my fingers continued to stop it. Milky white urine trickled out from the edges and down my pelvis to puddle on the floor beneath me. Somewhere far away, humiliation stirred, but I was too aroused to pay that wisp of a feeling any mind.

The orgy in front of me was coming to rest again as the old men spent inside their young partners' mouths or assholes. Hubriste showed no signs of stopping or slowing as he drained his glass and returned to fuck me yet again.

Repeatedly, he had his way with me while the rod stayed lodged inside of me, and cum was backing up into my bladder again and again, as he allowed me to reach climax. Several times, I was fucked until I leaked urine. Each time it managed to escape, it was stained a cloudy white by my cum.

My body was spent after hour upon hour of fucking and being toyed with, but my Satisfaction meter had reached its limit, and I was back to lucidity again. Hubriste's cum and my urine covered my skin and the sofa. My thoughts and Jester's body were mine again, but I was too exhausted to feel embarrassed about the mess I'd made.

I was being positioned on all fours on that same wet sofa even though I thought we were finally finished, given that the prince was, at last, soft.

"Be absolutely still," was the only warning I got from him before he was pinching the flesh of my perineum tight between his thumb and forefinger. I yelped in pain, but the automated controls seized me and prevented me from lurching away.

"FUCK!" I screamed as I was pierced once more, the briefest of resistance as the needle punctured my flesh before it was all the way through. Tears welled up in my eyes and fell free. Fucking fuck! It was worse than both nipple piercings put together! As a ring with a small diamond attached to it was inserted into the new holes, I gripped tightly to the sofa cushion. The piercing felt surprisingly heavy and damn near agonizing, until he applied the same numbing salve that had been applied to my nipples, dulling it to a throbbing soreness.

Able to move on my own once more, I stood on unstable legs as Hubriste tugged me to my feet. A guiche piercing, I realized, as my focus zeroed in on the new feeling at the juncture of my legs. Between the fucking and the piercings, I was reduced to tottering over to Flos, who was waiting to help me dress. The mermaid cut of the dress made me keep my legs close together, which I found uncomfortable with the new piercing, but I didn't let on for fear that it would displease Hubriste.

Clothed again for the first time in hours, I wanted nothing more than to get back to my room and take a scalding shower, but I was forced to wait for the prince while he finalized the procurement of the merchandise.

Standing behind him while he drank another glass of wine with the jewelers, I watched the three younger men go about boxing the pieces and moving them to the side for the palace staff to most likely relocate to a proper place in my bedroom. They looked worn out despite the fact that their little sex-capade had lasted a fraction of the time mine had.

Were they relieved that things worked out the way they did? Sure, maybe they didn't like their new husbands much (except for Oswick and Murtin, it appeared), but at least they weren't going to be constantly subject to horny fuckery like I was. Then again, look at the luxury I was living in and the clothes and jewels that had just been bought for me to wear. For some people, that would be enough to tolerate almost all of Hubriste's worst impulses.

Turning to me abruptly, Hubriste captured my face in his hands and planted a kiss on my lips. His tongue quickly followed, lightly tangling with mine before he broke away. "I won't be joining you for supper tonight, I'm afraid. It's already getting dark out, and the cards are calling me," he grinned. But he finally, blessedly, took his leave.

I promptly retreated to my room with Flos, curtsying a quick goodbye to the men who'd spent the afternoon and early evening watching me be used beyond decency.

Sending Flos away to take some time to herself before dinner, I made a beeline for the shower. Steam formed densely in the smaller room, and the water almost instantly reddened my flesh as I stepped under the torrent. Grimacing when the hot spray hit my nipples, I carefully rinsed the sticky salve away, surprised by how well-healed the barbells already looked. Relaxing my body, I let my bladder release to piss down the drain, but gasped in shock and pain as it still burned, causing me to start and stop urination until I was done.

It's not that I hadn't heard of urethra play. I'd even done some research on it before deciding it wasn't for me. In theory, it had seemed pretty hot to think about fucking a man's pisshole with a sounding rod while I was balls deep in his asshole, but then I'd read that you could accidentally cause serious damage, and that had been a turn-off for me. I didn't trust that I could be careful or diligent enough to not hurt my partners and certainly had no interest in being the recipient.

But there I was, my abused urethra burning when I pissed. Some irritation for a few days after was normal. And there hadn't been any pain at the time, so the chances of Hubriste having caused me lasting physical harm were pretty slim.

The visit from the jewelers was a disruption to our routine that only lasted for a single day. Every day after blurred back into the same schedule we'd been on a course with before, except when Hubriste drunkenly barged his way into my room, he had access to fancy sex toys to violate my body with, alongside his cock. Sometimes, he'd keep me from cumming until I was overcome by the Lust Haze. I wasn't sure if he knew exactly what he was doing, but he seemed to enjoy the lethargic, needy way I'd behave when repeatedly denied orgasm. Other times, he'd keep me cumming over and over until I was wrung dry and praying for a reprieve.

My lessons with Madam Hera were much the same as well, though I had to get used to the feeling of dancing with my new guiche piercing. Well, not just dancing. Walking, bending, sitting, and even standing upright all felt different, occasionally tickling or stinging slightly, depending on how I moved. The healing salve did wonders for my recovery, mending in hours what would have taken my body weeks. Both my nips and my guiche were fully healed for Hubriste to tug and tease to his heart's content when he took me.

As the days turned to weeks, I kept the anxiety at bay by thinking of the Foundation Festival, particularly the ball that closed it out. Hubriste and Madam Hera wouldn't stop talking about it, the former regaling me with tales of the ostentatious event, and the latter preparing me to greet my betters. There had to be some clue or event that would take me closer to meeting my objective and making Hubriste the crown prince. Otherwise, the characters wouldn't draw so much attention to the ball. Perhaps I would meet nobles that I could persuade to Hubriste's cause? I had initially pitched myself as a religious advisor for him; this was my chance to show that I could be more than a bedwarmer.

I committed to memory the dances, the courtly manners, the table etiquette, and the polite topics of conversation. In my free time, I poured over my books, learning as much about the empire's history as possible. My books covered recent history, including the sitting emperor's mother, Empress Hela Filia, and current etiquette, but I was at a disadvantage when it came to learning about current events.

To that end, I decided to utilize the asset at my disposal.

Flos proved invaluable with her first assignments: fill me in on the current political situation and gather information on noble families attending the upcoming ball. She remembered everything she saw and heard perfectly and could pass along written notes that I translated and read easily. I learned a great deal through her.

Hubriste's position was more fragile than I'd originally thought. On some level, I'd believed being the emperor's favorite child would make him a shoo-in without much effort. That's how it'd seemed in the newspaper I'd read--fuck, that felt like a lifetime ago now--back in Jester's home. But in retrospect, that publication was clearly biased on Hubriste's behalf, probably patronized by the prince himself.

In truth, Princess Regina Filia's only shortcoming was that she didn't have the emperor's favor. That was significant because he was technically allowed to name whatever heir he chose. But Filia was the elder, and her nomen was even that typically given to the heir, so by that age-old tradition, she was entitled to the throne. The eldest child had only ever been overlooked in favor of a younger child in a handful of circumstances in the empire's history.

On top of that, she was legitimate, being born of the union between the emperor and his deceased legal wife, originally the duchess of one of the most essential crop-producing territories in the empire. This brought Filia the support of her powerful family, their vassals, and those seeking to curry their favor. While legitimacy was surprisingly less important (first-born illegitimate daughters had inherited the throne several times), the fact that Hubriste had no such maternal family support was a definite handicap. And ultimately, Filia was a woman.

There was no law officially preferring an empress to an emperor, but women outnumbered men on the empire's throne ten-to-one throughout its history--and not just because they happened to have daughters first. Two instances of an older child not inheriting the throne occurred when an older brother stepped down to allow a younger sister rulership.

Certain that I needed to make Hubriste the crown prince to escape the game, I had to admit things looked grim. He was too busy drinking, gambling, and fucking to make political alliances, and I hadn't been afforded the chance to try my hand at schmoozing. I had to make the Foundation Ball count.

Since the emperor and both his children would be present, nobles were flocking to the party in great numbers. Hundreds of people--maybe over a thousand--would be in attendance. The most powerful families would all have at least one representative coming. After the festival, most families would stay in the city for the next two months or so just to attend parties and otherwise socialize in the capital. 'This is good!' I thought happily. 'More opportunities to rub elbows and build connections after the ball.'

Like that, three weeks came and went in a blink.