The Evil King Ch. 02

Princesses Two

"My King," Judith, the 20-year-old middle princess said, going into a curtsy one level below the one she had used to use in his presence.

"My King." Mary, her 19 year old younger sister echoed and matched her sister's pose.

"You'll be happy to hear that your sister's brain fever broke," King Charles said and both girls held in sighs of relief. He had recently turned eighteen and ascended to the throne. Ann, their eldest sister, must have gotten the word of what Judith had said and she, or perhaps a servant or jailer, had helped her give the appearance of a fever. "Quite a few crazy things left her lips, I'm told, but no further treason. I thought you'd like to hear."

"It pleases me that she was not possessed, My King," Judith said.

"Yes. Quite. Up here, sister," he said, taking Judith's hand. His own hand was so cold. She stepped where he gestured, a low table in an archway. There were chains hanging from the right and left side. They'd been mounted as high as they could go while still being as far apart as they could be in the arch. "Right," he said. "Have at it." Judith's arms were stretched up and out and put in manacles attached to the chains. Looking over, she saw Michael, Duke of Calisbury, doing it. He was a few years older than her, blonde and handsome. A scar on his cheek only enhanced the muscular young man's looks. He had a callous smile but she saw a fear that matched her own behind his eyes. It's hard to be in the presence of a mad king. The manacles were screwed shut and she was standing, bound, her body in a shape like a 'Y.'

"Cut her dress off her," the King said behind her. Judith didn't know to whom. "Use this," her brother said. Judith could feel Death standing beside her. This was another test of her loyalty, maybe, or perhaps just a whim. Regardless, she would not falter in doing as she was told or letting her brother's will be enacted upon her.

"My King, I fear it is too large. It is a weapon for a man," her sister started intrepidly. So that's who he had been speaking to, not that it mattered. But maybe she would be less cruel without his specific instructions.

"Use two hands," he growled.

"Of course, my King," and the bound princess could feel someone behind her, Mary. She knew her sister intimately from a lifetime together, the sound of her breath, her smell. The middle sister felt a large dagger shoved between the laces of her corset and her dress. Then her sister started sawing at the trusses. The ties gave way and the stiff garment fell off. The steel was cold on her back as her sister cut her dresses as well. Between luck and her sister's care, Judith's skin wasn't cut, though her good fortune wouldn't last long. The back opened and then Mary was valiantly trying to cut the sleeves so it would fall away. The anticipation was murderous.

When her great garments fell away, Judith was naked in front of a group of men for the first time in her adulthood. No man had seen her this way, whether alone or in a group. She knew she had breasts bigger than Mary's and smaller than Ann's. In the fullness of time she would learn they were pleasing to a man's eye. They were round and firm and, like when she was cold or filled with lust, her nipples were standing straight out. Her hips had swollen from her waist years ago, a shape the corsets she normally wore enhanced, but she barely needed the help. Dance had made her ass round and muscular and providence had made it big and soft. In the future, that was another part of her body men would tell her were special. She didn't know it but the Duke and King were both filled with lust now, their cocks straining in their chausses as they admired her bound naked form.

Judith didn't look back, just waited chained naked in the Royal apartments, her brother the King behind her. "No, I'll do it," he heard him tell someone, followed by the crack of a whip. She started to pray.

The first stroke slashed from right shoulder to left hip in a riot of pain and burning. "Ah!" she shouted and started crying. The second one followed a reverse course, left shoulder to right hip. "AH!" she screamed again, louder. Her brother chuckled. He was enjoying it, something that may save her life and prevent worse torture. Smack! The third slash made noise and hurt more. Knowing her brother was enjoying her cries of pain, she didn't stop. Smack! She screamed herself hoarse and cried herself dry by the time her brother the King finished using a bullwhip from Judith's neck to her ass. When he stopped, some of the heat on her skin started to cool. The leather had flayed the delicate flesh open and she felt her blood oozing lazily down her back. Her legs, normally so strong, were now too weak to support her. Her wrists ached as she hung suspended by the iron manacles.

Judith felt stiff leather tap gently on the underside of her butt. "Stand up, sister," her brother said conversationally. She pushed herself so she stood as he came around in front to look up at her. "Do you know why I whipped you?"

"To punish me, my King?" Judith rasped.

"No. Because it pleased me. And now I'll please you."

"As you wish, my King," she all but whispered automatically.

"Spread your legs." Still standing on the table, she put her feet as far apart as her shoulders. "Sister Mary," he said, beckoning to her younger sister, and she stood where he gestured. She was right in front of Judith, staring at the top of her black bush. Using the whip as a pointing device, he said. "Lick there." Judith felt the whip touch the center of her pleasure, the most sensitive spot on her body. Rubbing it was the only way she knew to cause the 'little death.'

When Mary's tongue touched her clitoris, Judith moaned immediately. Being whipped had hurt her badly but also, she realized, turned her on. Her pussy must be so wet. She imagined the lips and clitoris - of course she knew the name, even if tutors wouldn't tell her - swollen. If only she could reach her pussy. The bound young woman remembered how wet it could get, fluid oozing from it, smoothing the way for her fingers to enter it. She used other things too but was always careful to keep them small enough to keep from tearing the thin ring of flesh at the entrance. She knew its name too, her hymen. No doubt the priests and tutors would denounce a woman pleasuring herself but she felt something so good must be a gift from God, like wine.

"Keep going," her brother was saying conversationally to Judith's little sister as the younger girl, pale with curly black hair like all of them, licked her sister's clitoris. Looking down, Judith could see Mary's face buried in her groin, nose shoved into her older sister's thick black hair, curlier than the hair of her head. "Firmer. There you go. One benefit of having two sisters as concubines," he continued, "is that you can make them do things to each other. Naughty, delightful things."

With Mary busy licking her pussy, Judith groaned in pleasure, "Yes, my King."

"Your voice is back," he said jovially. "We'll soon hear another kind of screaming. Or I'll clap you both in irons. But don't fake it!" he said severely, his hand reaching for his dagger.

Judith looked down into her sister's eyes and Mary looked back. That added to the fire burning in the bound woman's loins. The whipping had added to it, being bound had added to it, the fact that it was her sister giving her pleasure added to it. Obviously trying her best, looking at her sister's face, Mary's tongue was becoming the best thing to ever touch her older sister down there.

"Put a finger up in there," the evil King said to Judith's divine sister and her sister's finger entered where nothing was supposed to go but many things had gone. "In and out," he demonstrated with his finger, pushing up and down in the air.

When her sister started pushing her finger in and out of Judith's pussy while the younger woman also licked her clit, pleasure exploded through the bound princess's body. She didn't need to fake it as she sang out, "Oh, God, yes! Oh! Oh!" Her knees went weak again and again she was hanging from the manacles.

"That's the music I wanted to hear," her brother said. "You'll be taking turns, Mary, so be certain to teach your sister what you've learned." They would live another day. Mary kept going while Judith had wave after wave of pleasure, each one dragging cries and songs from her, until she was done, unable to have more or even stand.

"Very good," King Charles said, "You may stop now. Lick your finger," he said to his older sister. "More sensuous. Now suck it from the knuckle down. Very important. Now bend over between your sister's legs and put your hands on the table. Arch your back. No, the other way," and Mary was bent at the hips, her body horizontal, head up and ass up, her back curving down. There was something nice about the look, Judith, the abused and used girl, thought.

"My turn to cut a dress," the King said with relish. He was sawing at his sister's corset ties, not caring that the point of his wicked dagger was digging into his sister's pale soft skin. It was leaving little bloody furrows, causing Mary to whimper slightly.

The King ignored his sister as he worked, speaking instead to Duke Michael. From her vantage point, Judith could see his bare chest where his white shirt was open. The blonde man obviously had an erection in his pants. "Have you ever whipped a woman?" the King asked the other young man conversationally.

"No, but seeing my King do it has inspired me," he said, somehow sounding obsequious and commanding at the same time.

"Perhaps your wife," the king drawled as his sister's clothing fell away, leaving her naked except for her hair covering. Her black hair had been done in tresses with which she had hoped to please the king and lay on her graceful neck. Her brother caressed her neck languidly with the long blade. Then he used the point to trace curves in her long graceful back, not cutting it, just caressing it like he had her neck. Reaching under his sister, the monarch hefted her breasts where they hung down, then squeezed them harder and harder with hands calloused from fighting. Mary couldn't help but gasp.

Stroking his finger along his sister's soft yet muscular belly, he listened as the Duke offered, "Or perhaps my King would like to whip my wife. I have been told by others that she is quite pleasing." Actually, Judith knew that the Duchess of Calisbury was renowned for her beauty. Blonde like her husband, she had the finest cheekbones, her corsets made her figure look like an hourglass and her skin was most fair.

The King's caress of his sister with the point of his dagger resumed. It drew lazy circles on Mary's big round ass. He wasn't cutting her like he had when he disrobed her. Watching this display, Judith realized that she was once again getting aroused, her pussy getting wet. The tip of the dagger slid down Mary's tailbone and stopped with just the smallest bit inside her crinkled round asshole. Charles was holding it like he would shove it into his sister, stab her with the blade through her asshole. Mary gave out the smallest whimper. "Afraid, sister?" the mad King asked with disdain.

Mary took a second to answer. Judith's own mind raced to figure out the right answer to the question, though there was nothing she could do. "No, my King," the bent over woman with the dagger at her asshole said, the shaking in her voice betraying her lie. "I have complete faith in my brother the King."

"So you wouldn't protest if I pressed this in here," he said and put just the smallest amount of pressure on the dagger. Then he let the point slide over the furry bridge of flesh to his sister's bare pussy. More of the point fit between the lips which Judith saw were swollen with lust. "Or here," the King asked his sister.

"I exist only to serve my King's pleasure." Mary recited the line in a husky voice.

Pulling the knife out, the King licked the vaginal juices off the blade then put his fingers into his sister's cunt. "She's wet," he said, then wiggled his fingers inside. "And her virtue is intact. That's good, sister," he said with some satisfaction. "Were it not I would slay you right here then find the miscreant who had deflowered you..." He paused for effect, "before I had a chance to. And I would have him tortured, starting with his treasonous cock." Leaving the fingers of one hand in his sister's cunt, he pointed his dagger at the stomach of the Duke. Judith realized her brother had a sword at his hip and dagger in his hand while the Duke was completely unarmed.

"How is your wife, the great beauty, in bed?" he asked his fellow nobleman.

"Exemplary." The Duke kept the fear out of his voice with some effort. "I had her trained by whores from the city."

The King licked his lips. "Did you join in?"

"Of cour-" the Duke started, then caught himself. "No, my King."

"Why not?" the King asked, an evil smirk on his face as he looked at the obviously frightened nobleman.

"They are mere peasants," the Duke answered. "I feel that a Duke, unless his King commands it, should only consort with Duchesses, Baronesses and, in extreme circumstances, Countesses."

"So you have not fucked a commoner?" the King asked.

"I have not, though I would of course if the King commanded it."

"Take off your pants," the King said to the Duke. The nobleman hastened to obey, his hard cock springing forth. "I should like your Duchess to pleasure me," the King continued as the Duke remembered to pull off his boots so he could get his breeches off.

"Of course, my King," the Duke said, finally standing naked waist down before the King.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back," the King said, sheathing his dagger then binding the nobleman's wrists. "I may leave her a little worse for wear..." the King mused.

"Nothing would please me more than for you to extract pleasure from my wife in any way that would please my King." The King finished tying his "friend's" hands and dragged the man further into the apartments. Judith realized there was a rope hanging from the ceiling with a noose. The King put his friend's neck in it and cinched it tight. "My King," the scared nobleman had words spilling from his mouth, "If I've displeased thee, let me only know how to make it right-"

"You haven't displeased me, Calisbury," the King waved his hand. "I'm about to be a bit vulnerable and I've just told you I'm going to use your wife callously." He paused and barked a laugh. "Callously. Just like Calisbury." We all laughed along. His sword out, he rested the tip against the patch of blonde hair above the Duke's cock. "Perhaps I don't want to use your wife for my pleasure," the black-haired monarch said lasciviously. "Perhaps I want to use you."

His eyes wide with fear, still the Duke kept his composure. "Anything my King would need to please himself, he but needs to ask."

"You would let me sodomize you?" the King articulated the word fully.

"Whatever the King desires of me," the Duke said without agreeing to being sexually used.

"Fear not, Calisbury," the King said. "I prefer the company of women. But for your loyalty, I may give you one of my Princesses when I take your wife."

"My King is too generous," the Duke said, relief obvious on his face.

"Judith? Mary?" the King asked, shaking them from their silent revelry. Charles again sheathed his dagger and picked up a long wooden cane. The girls had been caned many times on their hands but with thinner pieces of wood. "Would you let me give you to the Duke to be taught how to please a man by whores and then whipped?"

"As my King desires," both girls muttered.

"Very good. Now, back to business." The King flexed the cane. "One of my torturers used this on a man's feet, leaving them bloody. And I thought what a waste. Are you ready to feel it on your big beautiful ass, sister?"

"Whenever my Lord desires," she squeaked out. Then, "AH!" she screamed after the cane hit her ass with the not insignificant strength of her brother's warrior arm behind it. Her back arched up and she started crying.

"Back down," the King said, not unkindly, pressing gently on it. Sobs wracking her body, his sister Mary obeyed as a large purple and red welt arose on her buttcheeks. When the King struck her again she again screamed but kept her back arched.

What is wrong with me? Mary thought. Why is this making my pussy tingle harder and get wetter?

Judith's thoughts echoed her sister. She loved her sister. Why was this torture filling her with lust? But she knew. A naked woman, a bare ass being beaten bloody, they excited her. She was her brother's sister after all.

More strokes drew screams from Mary's lips and more purple red mounds, some oozing blood, rose up. To her horror, Judith realized part of her wanted to be the one being beaten on the bare ass, though the pain must be excruciating. Perhaps something less vicious? And also she was being aroused by seeing a naked woman, and a naked woman being abused. The fact that it was her sister made her only more filled with unnatural passion. She wished her sister would lick her again. Or that she could lick her sister.

The King was obviously enjoying himself. When his sister's ass was a bloody ruin, he set aside the rod and undid his breeches, his cock springing forth, pre-cum oozing from the tip. "I won't deflower you now, sister," he said conversationally. "This way I can be certain your virtue remains intact."

Putting the head of his member to the crinkled pink hole of his sister's asshole, he shoved it in. Her rectum scraped on the sensitive skin of his shaft, causing just the right amount of pain. He knew it was hurting her delicate rosebud even more and that made it better. Her rectum squeezed his cock tightly in a ring. Starting to pump in and out, the King fucked his sister's asshole as he had his mother's. It turned him on to be lord over her and use her thus. Holding her hips, he was slamming his hard hipbones against her big bubbly tortured ass, making her cry out each time. As he pulled out, he started slapping the ruined flesh so she didn't stop crying out.

"Oh, yes, sister, your cries please me so." Pulling his dagger, still fucking his sister, he bent over and held it at her throat. Mary, filled with fear, stopped screaming no matter how she hurt. "Oh, don't stop, sister," the King said, "tell me how it feels."

"It hurts, my King," she sobbed as his hips kept hitting her tortured asscheeks.

"Does it fill you with lust?"

"Oh, yes, my King," she said, truthfully or not. "It fills me with lust."

"Tell me more," the King said, still fucking her ass. Reaching around his sister's waist and between her legs, he started rubbing her pleasure nub. He told himself he wasn't pleasing her except to please himself, torturing and fucking her to climax without using her cunt.

Mary had gasped when her brother started rubbing her. "It hurts so bad yet so good. It fills me with lust from the pain. And from the knowledge that my brother the King is using me for his pleasure. I am about to meeeellllltttt..." and her legs gave out as she orgasmed. The King pulled his knife from his sister's throat and sheathed it one quick action, then wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her up while continuing to rub her clitoris. She started singing her orgasms. When she was obviously done, the King let go so she fell to the floor. Her tits and arms were resting on the table between her sister's feet, her ass and legs on the cold marble floor.

The King had his dagger out again and beckoned her. "Come over here, sister. No, on your knees." She shuffled on her knees after him to where the Duke was standing with his head in a noose. "So, Calisbury," the King said as his sister and he drew to the young man. "Did you watch as the whores educated your lovely wife?"

"Of course, my King," he said, seeing a glimmer of hope to get out of this alive and have his passion sated.

"Very good, Michael. Instruct my sister on how she should suck your cock."

"The princess, my King?" he asked. "Surely you are the only one to be worthy of such a thing."

"Nonsense," the King said and smacked the man's bare ass with the flat of his dagger's blade. "A Duke can get fellated by a Princess."

"Of course, my King," he said. "Stay on your knees, Princess," he said, possibly unnecessarily. "Now wrap your lips around the cock behind the head. Yes, just like that. Now suck like you're sucking a sweet," and the girl started sucking. "Let your cheeks go in. Yes, like that. Now move your head back and forth so it's like the cock is fucking your mouth." The Princess's black-haired head was moving back and forth gingerly. "Oh, yes," the Duke moaned.

"Is she as good as a whore?" the King asked.

The Duke moaned again. "A Princess will always be better than a whore."

"Better than your wife?"

"Better than my wife. She has learned so fast and does it so well."

"So you suggest my sister is a cocksucker?" the King said in a chipper attitude. Too late, the Duke realized his mistake. Charles slapped the bound man on the back. "I jest, Michael. Okay, you miserable cunt of a sister," he snarled at the kneeling woman. Her eyes were swollen and her face was streaked from tears. Her perfect round breasts were heaving and her hands were resting on her graceful thighs. Between them, he could see her black bush and it excited him. "Suck your King's cock."

Mary didn't hesitate but leaned in and did as the Duke had instructed. For some reason, she found she had loved pleasuring the Duke with her mouth. Even thinking of doing the same to her brother had her cunt again oozing its moisture. She sucked her cheeks in with her brother's cock in her mouth. His pre-cum tasted salty like the Duke's, as did the skin of his cock. She could smell his musk and, she realized, taste her own ass. Moving her head back and forth, she had her eyes closed. "Look at me," her brother said and her eyes snapped open to look up at her brother's leering face. "That's good," her brother said. He still had his dagger in one hand but he rested the other bejeweled hand on her head. Gently pressuring her, he guided the girl's head back and forth, determining the depth and rhythm of the movement. Mary almost came again. She thought of all the men she could do this to and remain a virgin. "This is how your wife sucks cock?" the King asked the Duke.

"Yes, my King."

"And it's only ever been your cock?"

"So far, my King, but it would of course be her greatest privilege to suck the King's cock."

Charles had his dagger sheathed again and was using both hands to guide his sister's head. "Of course it would," he said, a moan starting to enter his voice. "What about if I commanded your wife to suck a commoner's cock?"

The Duke's mouth gawked open and closed like a landed fish before he said, more firmly perhaps than he needed to, "We exist to obey our King."

"Do you know she's sucking her own ass?" the King said.

"Pardon, my King?" the Duke asked.

The King was starting to get more aggressive, thrusting his hips out as he pulled in his sister's head. "Nk. Gak," the princess gagged on the royal cock.

"My sister," the King explained. "I had fucked her ass and now she's sucking my cock. She's sucking her own ass. I do hope it was clean." Mary wrinkled her nose as her brother said what she already knew. "Still, she doesn't stop sucking because of that or as I fuck her face. You're right. She's a naturally skilled cocksucker." The Duke wisely said nothing. "Suck it you bitch!" the King screamed in an unnaturally high voice and started thrusting harder and faster, making his sister choke and gag more. "Work your clit!" he screamed again and his sister started rubbing her clit furiously. Her eyes were watering but she knew she had to keep sucking. Because the King commanded it and because of an internal need. "That's it. Come from sucking your brother's cock!"

It worked. Mary did come. And it was from sucking her brother's cock. It was from sucking a cock, from it being her brother, from the cock being used in her ass before it went into her mouth. She realized that she was excited by the humiliation even more than by the pain of her beating or of the pleasure of getting fucked in her ass. She was a whore in a Princess's clothing. When her brother roared his pleasure and she felt the eruption of sweet yet salty liquid hit her tongue and throat, she swallowed it almost reflexively. But, before he finished coming, the king pulled his cock out of her mouth. Holding her head still with one hand, moved his cock around so he shot his cum all over his kneeling sister's face and tits. When he was done, his slap of her face was almost gentle.

"Alright, that was good, sister."

"Thank you, my King."

"Now turn to face the Duke," and she did, still on her knees. "Take his cock in both hands." She did and leaned in to wrap her lips around it. "Hold off there," Mary's brother chuckled. "No Duke cum for you today. No, you will use it to clean yourself. As the Duke urinates, be sure to spray your face and tits with it. Urinate, Calisbury." The Duke concentrated for a second then a strong stream of urine shot out. Closing her eyes, the Princess directed the Duke's cock so it urinated all over her face and breasts. "Clean off my cum. Very good. It's befitting for a Duke's urine to clean a King's wasted seed from his sister and princess's face. Now open your mouth." Mary opened her mouth. "Spray it in there," and she obeyed, holding the cock to spray urine into her mouth. "Swallow. Good. That's enough." When the stream was done, the Princess wiped the wetness off her face.

"Speaking of enough," the King said and easily cut the noose from around the Duke's neck. "Come along, Calisbury," and the Duke, hands still bound, naked from the waist down, followed his King towards the door without protest. "Free my sister from her bonds and see to their wounds. I think a bath would be in order," he said to others, presumably maids, out of Judith's sight. "So, Calisbury, you'll need to bring your wife to meet me at the stables at dawn," the King was saying in an evil voice as they walked to the entrance of his chambers. Judith wondered at the spectacle of the Duke half naked and talking to the King. No one would say anything, of course, unless they wanted parts of their body cut off slowly.

"Of course, my King," the Duke answered authoritatively, like his King had ordered the nobleman to lead a charge in battle.

"Be certain she's dressed in her finest," the King said, sounding even more evil.

"It will be done my King," was the last Judith heard of the King's and Duke's conversation before the door closed behind them. Then she felt gentle hands removing her manacles as the maids stood on chairs on the table. They looked concerned which made Judith feel good. But she was really looking forward to the bath after such an amazing sexual encounter. Her sister, still kneeling, looked up and the shared sentiment passed between them. Does all royalty feel such pleasure from such pain? Judith asked herself. She would have to ask her mother, who may soon provide a half sibling and a niece or nephew all in one.