by Adrian Amos
I gasp as red hits my face. Oh my god! The way he's speaking, the way he wishes to control me, is something I never would've imagined for myself. “I would be queen and have all the power my mother had.”
“And that would be the wrong thing to desire. Your mother was a horrible woman. You shall have power, but the bedroom is my domain. It's the price you must pay to inherit your birthright and avoid becoming her.” In a deeply unsettling tone, he adds, “And I will make sure to never succumb to a betrayer like her again.”
It's my only chance to not live my life a forgotten woman. His offer is perverse, but the counter is a short life dictated by the animal natures of the peasants. They could tear me apart, and at that moment, I'm sure I'd wish I'd said yes. “What do you need of me?”
“All I need from you,” he says, “is to declare your submission, here and now.”
My heart races as I stare the man with gray temples in the eyes. I can feel the power emanating from him, his stern face nothing but absolute dominance. Maybe it's because I've dreamed of my birthright my entire life, but his power draws me in, begging me to accept it in all it's glory. There is no part of me that contemplates deserting my fate.
I look down. “I'm yours.”
He lifts my chin. “Again,” he commands.
“I'm yours, daddy.”
“Good. Now get undressed.”
I gasp. “Undressed?!”
His voice is tinged with anger. “Did I not just tell you that when it is us two, you are mine to command?”
“Yes, daddy, but... undressed? Here?”
“Yes. We are alone, and the only way to become queen,” he says, turning around and ascending the dais to sit on his throne, “is to be fucked by the king.”
I flinch at the crude word 'fucked'. I've never heard something so inappropriate in these hallowed halls, let alone uttered by anyone other than the maids or the valets.
“Now, Princess,” he commands, “or you will not like how I choose to proceed.”
I'm scared. I look around the room to make sure we are actually alone, which I know we are, but paranoia can never be too sure. I look back at the king, who's studying me with his chin in his hand, awaiting for my grand unveiling.
I can't. I'd be a whore if I did this. I be nothing but a common harlot out in the boondocks who sells herself to make ends meet. I'd be—
Daddy makes a move to stand and I immediately begin to peel my clothes off. It is his ire I do not wish, so I grab the lower hem of my dress and lift it over my head, revealing my undergarments. He gestures for me to remove them. I hesitate, but ultimately disrobe, dropping the only thing protecting my dignity. I motion to remove my necklace and high heels, but daddy commands I leave them on.
I cross my arm over my chest to cover my small breasts, and I tuck my other hand between my legs to cover my pussy. It feels even more humiliating as I'm forced to stand straight on my high heels, but I assume that's what daddy wanted.
Until his next words: “On your knees, Princess.”
I lower myself down. He uses his pointer finger to beckon me over.
“You want me to crawl?”
He doesn't respond.
His silence says it all. He doesn't need to acknowledge me. I'm simply expected to do it. I hesitate, but I know it's pointless. I lay my hands out in front of me and slowly climb the ascent on my knees. Although the plush carpet is soft, there's nothing comfortable about shuffling like a dog.
“Let's go, Princess, I haven't all day.”
I look up at him and sneer. Where does he get off... I know what I agreed to, but this so damn humiliating!
As I approach the throne, daddy stands and approaches me. “I think I need to teach you a lesson about baring your teeth at me.” He reaches down and grabs my hair to pull me hard up to my feet.
“Oww. Be careful!”
“I'll show you careful!”
He pulls me by the hair over to the throne, and guides me onto it, knees first.
I've felt small on the throne before, what with the large gray seat built for men far larger than me. But I feel it now more so without the fabric of a dress to fill out the rest of the seat. It feels like I'm kneeling on the chair of a giant.
Daddy's hand swings against my jutting bare ass, sending me forward into the backboard of the throne.
“Daddy! What the hell?!”
He smacks me again, the thickness of his hand traveling well as it careens into my ass cheeks.
“Now, you're mine. Wholly and completely. Oh, how I've dreamed of spanking your little ass! It would've been improper, but now... now as your husband-to-be, I'm going to make good use of this little body.”
“Oww, daddy, it hurts!” But he doesn't relent, slapping my ass with full force, the sting shooting through my skin, welting like fire against my exposed flesh. He takes great joy in it, walloping on me as I move from gripping the armrests to holding for dear life the thick granite backboard. My fingers clench around it, bracing me as daddy shatters my ass, each smack pulling away, leaving me quivering in the seat. My muscles shake on their own, doing their best to recuperate before the next savage beating is inflicted on me.
It's not right! It's not right for a princess to endure this! It's not right for such a large man to spank such a small woman!
But right makes no difference to my body. My back spasms and my legs rattle against the seat, but my pussy starts to glow from arousal, a wetness developing between my legs. I've never felt such a strong feeling before, never once thought much of sex or being turned on by any one thing. This here, though. As much as it's humiliating, as much as daddy has no right, my body tells me one thing only:
Keep it up, and I might just explode!
Daddy's hand reaches around my mouth and he sticks his middle finger in, which I unconsciously close my lips around. I suck on it for a brief second, unaware of what I'm doing.
Daddy pulls it out and with brute force, sticks that lubed finger straight up my ass.
I gasp and jolt as his thick digit enters me past the second knuckle. He reaches with his other hand, wrapping it easily around my throat and applying a slight pressure. I feel the blood rush from my face.
He shakes my head while his finger pushes deeper into my ass. “You're going to do what I say, aren't you?” When I don't respond immediately, he shakes me once more, wiggling his finger inside me. He growls, “Aren't you?”
I nod. “Yes, daddy.”
“You're going to keep your teeth in your mouth, aren't you?”
“Yes, daddy,” I struggle to get out as he tightly closes his grip.
He gives me one good shake before releasing me. I cough and sputter, blood rushing everywhere at once as I focus on regaining my breath. In the meantime, daddy lowers me to the floor and takes the throne for himself.
I'm spent, having lost so much energy and fight in that single struggle. But that was daddy's plan: he wanted me vulnerable, so my need to be a rebel would be severely diminished.
It's what makes his next statement even the slightest bit acceptable.
“Remove my cock,” he commands.
I kneel between his straddled legs. I can barely focus, and instead react not from thought but mere compliance. I undo the buttons from his pants, opening the flaps that cover his undergarments so I can pull that fabric down. Reaching between them, I feel the heat of something throbbing. My hand circles around something soft—but getting harder—and release it from it's confines.
Daddy's cock is thick! It slouches over but continuously grows on its own, thickening and hardening, standing upright as daddy commands it to attention. It feels marvelous in my hand, the meat expanding, the softness giving way to a tantalizing thickness. Nothing has ever felt so amazing to be held! I squeeze, enjoying the rebound of his flesh in my grip.
“Suck on it.”
I look up at him and swallow. He stares at me, and I return my attention to his cock. I lick my lips, imagining what it might be like in my mouth. The urge
is strong enough to silence all doubt as I lean into him and push his dick into my mouth.
My god, the sensation of my lips wrapping around his thickness is like a tidal wave of calm washing over me! I feel instantly relaxed sucking on his dick, so I take my time, applying light pressure as I bob my head up and down.
Daddy enjoys it—he probably hasn't had it in a long time—and lays his head back against the board as I devour him. I engulf him from balls to head, gradually learning to accept him further and further into my mouth without gagging. I don't want to gag—not one bit!—but the pleasure of feeling him in my mouth makes me adventurous, wanting to feel more and more of my mouth filled up.
I lean further into him, using my hand to stroke his cock as I practice my insertion. Soon I have only enough room to circle two fingers around his shaft as I deep throat his cock.
“Oh ffffuuuuuuccccckkk,” he groans.
I vigorously stroke the base of his shaft with my fingers, descending on him faster and faster. I stick my tongue out, sliding it along the thick connective tissue on the bottom of his shaft.
I love this. I love the feeling of his dick in my mouth. I love the pressure of my lips around his shaft. I love the musky taste. I love the control. I love the things it does to my cunt as I suck on daddy!
Daddy grunts, gritting his teeth as he pulls my head away from him. So much saliva spills from my mouth, I must look like an ungodly pig! It promptly makes me realize just how much I lost myself in sucking daddy.
Daddy lifts me up and sits me on the throne, spreading my legs open and draping my knees over the armrests.
“Let me taste this sweet little pussy. It looks so fucking delicious.”
“Oh daddy!” I groan as his mouth meets my pink flesh. He opens my lips wide, giving him access to the ripe fruit beneath. He places kisses on the inside of my cunt, sucking on the skin. His tongue runs from one side to the next, lapping at my juices before pushing coiled deep into my opening.
Daddy must love my ass, because as his mouth eats me out, his middle finger finds its way back to my asshole. It's slower this time, but eventually he pushes it back in up to the second knuckle. This time he moves it softly and gently, undulating it as he strokes my anal walls.
His mouth lands on my clit and my body instantly shudders, a sharp bolt of electricity echoing outwards. I try to shift backwards, away from the startling pleasure, but daddy's finger inside my ass works like an anchor, keeping me planted to the seat.
“You taste so good, Princess.”
He pulls on my nub, sucking the erect tissue, massaging it between his firm lips. He draws it out so his tongue can flick at it, bouncing over the bump with vigorous intensity. I squirm, whimpering from the painful surges up my gut.
“Ooooooo,” I moan.
And then daddy presses his finger deep up my ass, pressing at the wall between my pussy and ass. He pushes at it over and over, straining the thin membrane between entrances, caressing hard enough to where I can feel it in my pussy.
“No, daddy, no!” I whine. “It's too strong!”
He coos. “I'm making you mine, little Princess.”
Daddy continues undaunted, pushing harder and stroking my walls furiously, lapping at my clit relentlessly. He maintains his strokes and lips perfectly, expertly keeping his pace. It drives my pulses of energy wild, sending constant signals through my body, letting them compound in a tense, chaotic pile. My stomach seizes, and when it all comes to a head, where I feel like I'm going to explode...
I do, the stockpiled energy rippling outward. I scream out, pulses firing through my body as waves overtake every muscles, causing them to convulse in turn as each wave passes through. It's shocking, tears budding in my eyes as the intensity consumes me and I'm left a withering mess on the throne.
“Now it's my turn.”
Daddy's arms lift my legs up over his elbows. He positions his cock...
Directly over my asshole!
“Daddy!” I cry out. “I thought you were going to make me pregnant? I thought that was the plan?”
He chuckles. “There's plenty of time for that. After all, we're not married yet. I can't get you pregnant before then.”
My eyes go wide as I realize he knew that from the beginning.
“Right now,” he pushes against me, his dick stabbing at my back entrance, “my job is to break you.”
I'm too weak to combat him. He's given my body what it desired: a backbreaking orgasm. But in turn, he's going to take from me what he wishes, and I have no power left in me to stop him.
His dick breaks through my entrance and I yelp. It's painful, but not anywhere as painful as I would've thought. It could be his finger loosened me, or maybe I have no energy to even be tense, which is letting his dick slide into me effortlessly.
So effortlessly that with my doubled-over position and daddy's power, he pushes in with ease, completely filling me up within a matter of seconds.
“It's so tight!” I grunt, holding against the armrests for support.
He pauses for a brief respite, before slowly pulling his cock out. My ass closes around his dick, taking pleasure in daddy escaping. But then he pushes back in, expanding me wide all over again. But that gives my ass another pleasure: being denied its instincts! As much as it wants to be cleared up, it wants to be denied that even more!
And daddy wastes no time fighting my body's instincts. His dick slides in and out of my ass, hastening his thrusts with each new insertion. The more he pushes his dick up my ass, the more my body gives way to him, and the more the discomfort and pain transforms into moans and pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, as daddy pounds his rock hard cock into me, sputtering my words, “i-it feels so g-good!”
“Take it, Princess. Your mother never would've done this!”
My mother was a fool. Daddy's cock plowing into my ass is the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced! His thick dick spreads me open, forcing me to accept his masculinity. My ass bends to his will, which soaks my cunt even more than before! If I hadn't already orgasmed, his dick would send me straight through to another one.
But one orgasm gives way to another.
Daddy's thrusts speed up to a flurry, driving his weight into my ass as he holds my legs in the air. His breathing picks up, he slams his hips as hard as he can, and then his dick explodes deep inside me, pulsing with energy as it pumps thick, creamy cum up my ass. I moan in delight as his warmth fills me up, coating my walls in his seed. I can feel it gush out of my tight ass, having no where to go but back where it came from.
I squeeze my cheeks, enjoying the feeling of daddy's dick softening inside me.
He pulls out and my legs fall to the floor. I sink to the ground, unable to keep myself seated on the throne.
“Now you can be my queen,” he says, tucking his cock back between his flaps and buttoning up.
My breath is fast. “Thank you, daddy.”
“I still have to put a baby inside you.”
I nod. “And when you do, we'll have to celebrate with you fucking me in the ass again.”
He smirks. “You drive a hard bargain.”
I smile right back at him. “I do what's necessary to keep peace in the kingdom.”
- - -
Daddy and His Love Potion
My stepfather's been messing around with his magical concoctions all day. He's the personal potion maker to the king, granted, so it's not the work that bothers me.
It's that he's doing it without me that infuriates me!
The whole reason we came out to this cabin in the woods was to work together. It was supposed to be a getaway for both of us, to allow him to teach me his craft so I'd be able to prosper in the future.
Normally as a young woman, I wouldn't have to, but without my mother around and no living male relatives, I'm this close to living on the streets. I mean, I'm grateful for my stepfather sticking around. He didn't have to. But now I'm extremely worried for my future, and for him to claim he'd help me
out and then shirk his duty is even more bothersome.
Every time he starts his work, he grows more distant, until he's push me out of the cabin so he can work alone. For the past few weeks I've been traveling the woods, doing my best to keep myself busy.
It's coming to a head, though. I can't do this anymore. I can't leave my life up to a man who's willing to forget all about me. I think the fact that he isn't even interested in spending time with me hurts just as much.
As night descends in the forest, I head back to the cabin, determined to change my fate.
I knock on the cabin door, and my stepfather doesn't respond. I have to knock a few more times to get a muffled response from inside. I open the door, met by a lovely, putrid stench rushing to escape.
I cough. This is something I'd have to get used to if I took up potion making. But at least I'd have the foresight to leave the door open so the room can air out.
The haze of evaporated chemicals slowly lifts and I see my stepfather hunched over a bench in the corner.
“Daddy?”
He doesn't respond, too engrossed to care one bit about his stepdaughter.
I stomp my foot. “Daddy!” I yell.
He's not even startled. He lifts his head and looks around, as if he's not sure he heard correctly. Finally, he turns toward me.
“Ah, baby, baby. What are you doing?”
“Daddy, we need to talk.” I walk over to his bench, where he's fiddling with his latest concoction.
“Sure, sure,” he says. He waves me over. “Come, look at this. It's my newest creation, and I think I've finally mastered the mixture.”
I look over his shoulder at a bubbling beaker of pink liquid, foaming as it ferments. “What is it?” I say. My own curiosity takes after his, which allows me to be briefly distracted from my goals.
He waves his hands apart in a dramatic revealing. “A love potion.”
“Love potion? As in, it can make someone fall in love with someone else?”
“Yes... I believe.”
“You believe?”
He shrugs. “That's the theory. I'll need to test it more thoroughly. Love is part of the equation, I know it, but I'd still want to make sure it has all the intended effects... before giving it to the king, of course.”
