Forced To Kill The Prince

by Hollie Hutchins

  “You like how I do it to you, don’t you?” Ronan groaned on top of her. “Mmm, yes, you like me putting it in you…” He cursed again. “You are such a good lay; you’re going to make me come. You’re going to make me cream in you.” He began to beat harder and faster in and out of her, and watched her shut her eyes tightly and open her mouth wide in a soundless wail. “Yes,” he grunted, “I’m going to cream inside you. I’m coming…I’m coming…” And with a final slam of his crotch against her mound and a final deep thrust all the way in her channel, Ronan let go. He released a wet explosion in Cassie’s depths, and held himself in her until he was sure that he’d given her his entire outpouring of seed. Feeling him holding his tool all the way in her, Cassie knew he had done as he said he would, and she let loose with a long moan of final pleasure. She began to relax under him while he kept himself in her and moved his crotch in circular motions against her, using the last of his ebbing erection to draw out the last ecstasy from her body. The moment seemed to go on forever, but at some point he was too soft to stay in her and let his limp but still ample tool slip out. Ronan settled down on top of Cassie and kissed her, gently, tenderly, and she enjoyed the scratch of his beard against her along with the softness of his mouth. Satisfyingly climaxed, Ronan lay still upon her and they settled into a post-coital haze…

  …until there came a sudden rude shifting on the bed. They both looked in the direction of Benno, who had risen to his knees, his own throbbing hard-on aimed forward like a javelin of lust, and a matching look of lust in his eyes. “You’ve had your lay with her, Ronan,” he rumbled. “Now get the hell off her and let me show her what banging is.”

  Reluctantly, knowing Benno had complied with his terms and that he could not deny the bear Prince, Ronan kissed Cassie one more time and climbed off her and rolled to the opposite side of the bed from Benno. Cassie had no time to react as Benno came across the bed and took charge. Her breath froze and she looked over at Ronan until Benno sharply demanded, “Attention on me! You’re mine now!” And she looked over and up at the mean and lusting expression on Benno’s face. Unable to respond in any other way, she let him take control of her body. He lifted her legs up and hitched her knees over his broad shoulders, and she gave a little gasp at the roughness with which he possessed her. Without tenderness, Benno brought the blunt business end of his piece to Cassie’s wet, pink flower from which Ronan’s seed had already begun to ooze forth, and he slipped the barrel of his sex all the way into her, sending her into a spasm of roughly renewed pleasure. Where Cassie had caressed Ronan when he entered her, she now grabbed up handfuls of the bedspread at the way he filled her passage. He was everything that Ronan was, and more: his tool was thicker and he used it not like a partner, but a conqueror. He plunged it into her with a merciless force, and growled at her through clenched teeth as he did—and what shocked Cassie the most was that his entry and thrust felt every bit as wonderful as Ronan. She was being defiled and plundered—and it felt uncannily good. She tossed her head on the bed and shrieked at the feeling of it. And with a lusty laugh, Benno, crouching on his knees and sheathed all the way in her, began to pound fast and hard.

  The pleasure of being sexed so roughly, almost cruelly, by this handsome mountain of muscle and hair was beyond Cassie’s comprehension. She was no inexperienced naïf, but she had never been sexed this way in her life. Where Ronan pumped urgently, Benno slammed his massive rod in and out of her with a force that made Cassie feel as if he would shake loose every joint in her body. He struck hammer blows against her mound and plunged his meat inside her so hard that she feared she would be black and blue down there, or at least sore, by the time he was finished with her. And yet, she didn’t care. The way Benno thundered into her depths was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was terrifying and exhilarating. It scared her to death and thrilled her. His blows inside her and against her made her feel as if she could pass out, but this was not like the cruel, punishing spanking he had given her. This was an act of truly savage pleasure, and Cassie knew she would not pass out. She was too enraptured by the feeling of it, and as cruelly as he pummeled away at her mound, she wanted more of what he was slamming into her like a piledriver of flesh. She gazed up into his face and saw his eyes shut tightly and his teeth gnashing. She saw the heaving of his hairy chest in time with his thunderous beats in and out of her, and watched the flexing of the arm muscles that gripped her legs and held them over his shoulders. Guttural sounds poured from his mouth, the sounds of an animal in heat, and something animalistic stirred inside her as well. She moaned helplessly beneath him, letting him pound onward, taking in the swift and savage strokes of his bludgeon.

  Without question, where Ronan had taken her like a partner, Benno was making himself her master, and Cassie was seized too strongly with the brutal force and fantastic pleasure of his sex to do anything but submit. He was such a monster—a wanton, mad, sexual monster. And the pleasure that his hard-pounding tool struck into her with every blow was such that Cassie could only give in. The ramming and slamming of his crotch against her, and the way his thickness stretched her wet inner reaches, propelled her into an ecstasy beyond belief. Grunting on like the beast of sex that he was, he let her legs slip from his shoulders and down around his hips, and bore down on her on all-fours, thundering his hardness into her as if he were in his bear form. Cassie’s voice rolled out of her mouth in a series of long groans, and he leaned down into her face and took her mouth in torrid kisses. His husky voice poured hotly into her mouth: “This is what banging is. This is what you’re good for. Take my meat. Take it…” And amazingly, he slammed himself into her even harder. On some reflex, Cassie flung her arms around his shoulders to receive his animal beats, and tightened her thighs around him to welcome the pounding of the meat he demanded that she take. It was the roughest, most raw sex that Cassie had ever known—and she shocked herself at the way she received it. She did want his meat, and with the clenching of her body around him she told him so.

  “Ronan is right,” Benno growled. “You are wet. And I’ll make you wetter.” He slammed into her and held himself there, making Cassie shout. “Yes,” he growled on, “you like it, don’t you? Tell me you like this meat!”

  Half-speaking and half-wailing, Cassie gave out a cry of, “Yes…yes…

  “Yes, you like it,” Benno grunted. “And you’ll take it.” And he slammed it in and held it there again, making Cassie delirious. She whimpered, helplessly and ecstatically, clinging to Benno for dear life, letting him ram that massive tool in and out of her with an inexhaustible force. She could sense somehow that he was getting close, and she rhythmically tightened and released her thighs around him to drive him on to the moment. He roared out an obscenity and said, “That’s it, woman. Take it and make me come. Make me shoot my load in you; yes…yes…” And Benno changed the way he now plunged himself in and out of her, swapping force for speed. She felt his hardness moving in and out of her faster and faster, and she began to pant in time with his thrusts, feeling him build up to his release. When it happened, he gave her one last hammer blow, driving his bludgeon all the way into her, and like Ronan he held it there. Benno roared like a bear and Cassie felt a rumble pass through his body, and she knew that at her womb there was now another white, sticky flood. Benno held himself in her that way, giving her all he had, until his entire body, not just his erection, went limp, and he collapsed on top of her.

  Benno’s head rested on her shoulder and he took long gulps of breath. Cassie continued panting away under him, taking in the press of his muscles and the rustling of his body hair. Something else rustled nearby. It was Ronan, coming close again. With Benno’s head buried on her shoulder, Ronan kissed Cassie, a long, soft, warm kiss, which she returned.

  The deeds were done now—or the first of many deeds. Benno rolled off her and to one side, and Ronan snuggled up to the other side of her. The two princes enwrapped her in their arms and legs and their three bodies became one body of satisfied fle
sh. Lying between them, wrapped up in them, Cassie felt the two of them dozing off. Everything was still and silent now. Unmoving but awake, Cassie replayed in her mind everything that had just happened, and felt the wetness and stickiness of their mixed seed coating her inner thighs and running out of her sex. Her entire body tingled from what she had just been through—and would be going through again and again and again. She returned to the realization that she was their captive, that she must submit to everything that they had just done to her for years to come: the harsh spankings and savage banging of Benno, and the sex of Ronan that felt more like making love, in the most luxurious settings that a world had to offer. This was to be her fate now—surrounded by beauty and splendor, living in a mix of pain and pleasure.

  The Princes slept, but Cassie could not. The feelings singing in her body and the thoughts thundering in her head made her wonder if she would ever sleep again. But the Princes slept, and Cassie lay still, her whole body feeling awake from their skin and muscles against hers. After how long she did not know, they began to stir in their sleep, and Cassie grew tense—and maddeningly aroused—at the thought of them awaking and wanting to take her again. It was well known that shape-shifting men had a more powerful libido than human men and could do it twice as much in a day or night as a human man could. Cassie’s breath froze at the thought of Benno and Ronan each being inside her half a dozen times whenever she went to bed with the two of them together. How could she possibly withstand that? She could be facing a decade or more of life in a post-coital stupor.

  However, they were not waking, they were only tossing while they slept, and Cassie guessed that their sleeping minds must be caught up in whatever dreams came to shape-shifting Princes. She wondered if they were dreaming of what they had just done to her, or what they would soon to do her again. Whatever it was that made them stir, they moved their positions on the bed. Benno ended up on his stomach on one side of her and Ronan on his side on the other. She was no longer entangled in their bodies. She was free. Or as free as it was possible for her to be.

  She decided that while she was not lying in a tangle of men’s limbs, she would do something to refresh herself and prepare for when they did awake, as she had no doubt they would command her to let them have more of what they’d taken. Moving more slowly, more deliberately and carefully than she had ever moved in her life, Cassie slid her way down and off the bed and touched her bare feet onto the floor. Stark naked, smelling of their perspiration and ejaculate, she cast a look behind her at the two bodies that had joined with her, and her heart and stomach churned with too many feelings to name. Each of them was so different from the other. Each of them treated her very differently than the other. But there was no denying how beautiful they were; how awesome and mesmerizing and masculine. She had to admit that each of them—yes, Benno too—had qualities she would have liked in a lover. But there would be no lovers for Cassie for a long time. She would have only masters.

  A slippery, crawly feeling on the insides of her legs told her that their semen was flowing out of her. It reminded her of the way Ronan’s tool and Benno’s bludgeon had felt inside her and the very different ways they had done it to her. Which reminded her once more that they would want to do it to her again many times before morning. She slowly turned away from her sleeping masters and bent down to the floor to pick up the top of her clothing. She slipped on the shirt without bothering to fasten it; just having it on made her feel a little less vulnerable. She walked silently from there to the threshold on one side of the bedroom, which she correctly guessed let out into Ronan’s private bath.

  It was a wide space of more marble tiles and pillars, more ornate area rugs, and polished porcelain and glass that made Cassie wonder whether the scope of her duties with Ronan would include housekeeping. It was understood that she was to be their shared concubine, and that Benno wanted her only for rough sex, but would Ronan call on her to do anything more than lie with him and give and take pleasure with him? He hadn’t said. Would she prefer being his domestic servant to being his sexual one? Would she be called upon to be both? Looking at this room and remembering what she had seen of the rest of the house, she thought Ronan must have a dozen or more servants to maintain this house already. She assumed her responsibilities were mainly to be performed naked on her back with legs apart. Almost tiptoeing, she stepped to a place where a sink and counter top and a mirror took up a space along three meters of a wall, and in the mirror, there she was. Her hair was tossed and unruly, her face and what was visible of her breasts under her shirt was flushed. The mortifying hardness of her nipples rustled at the fabric. She wore a half-dazed and delirious look on her face. Cassie looked into the glass and saw herself in the wake of being seized and taken for the first time by the bear and dragon Princes. She froze and stared long and deep into her reflected eyes, and saw in them everything she had felt while they claimed and plundered her. She watched the tears well and rise up like a salty flood in her eyes, and watched them flow freely and profusely down her face. And her body shook as if to shake itself to pieces, and she slapped one hand over her mouth and used the other to steady herself on the counter top. The muffled sounds of her deep, desperate, massive sobs burst out into the space of Ronan’s bath.

  She shook and wept with one hand covering her mouth, hoping that neither of the Princes would stir awake and come to investigate the sound. She supposed she might get the faintest glimmer of sympathy from Ronan, but it would do no good; he would simply tell her to clean herself up and come back to bed to let him sex her again. Benno would not even care enough to do that; he would probably curse her or even raise a hand to strike her for daring to leave the bed without permission. He too might order her to clean up—but do it while he watched, then drop to her knees on the cold, hard floor in front of him and let him put his war club in her mouth, underscoring that he was the master. Clamping her hand hard over her mouth, Cassie leaned over the sink and cried harder and harder for fear that her weeping would turn to retching. Let her cry it out now. It would not be the last time she cried before she was free again, she was sure. Perhaps at some point, after Benno and Ronan had sexed her to the point that she was numb to everything but their bodies and their genitals, she would cry herself to a point beyond all tears and never cry again.

  Cassie did not know how long it was before she stopped crying and her sobs turned to sniffles and trembles. But at some point she straightened up, pulled away the locks of hair that had fallen over her face, and looked at herself in the mirror again. Somewhere under the red-eyed, red-faced, uncombed and tear-streaked visage staring back at her was an independent, confident space pilot who had logged thousands of hours trekking between more planets than she could name. Would she ever really be that person again? Would there come a time when she looked into a mirror and did not know the face looking back at all?

  These were too many questions heaped onto all the things Cassie was feeling. She had to prepare herself for the rest of the night. The two Princes were horny, lusty things and could not be counted on to stay asleep for much longer. Soon enough they would be awake again, and she did not want them to wake to an empty space between them. They must find the woman they were keeping, rested and cleaned and ready for their erections again.

  Cassie ran water into the sink, at enough volume to fill it without making undue noise, and reached for a stack of plush towels and cloths folded on the counter top nearby. She took off her shirt and laid it on one side of the counter. She took one towel and one cloth, wet the cloth, and ran it over her face and bosom, and wiped down her thighs and her pubis and the place where the Princes would be putting those erections again. When she was satisfied at cleaning herself up, she took the towel and quickly, efficiently started to dry herself off. There was still the matter of her hair. She stroked at it, trying to arrange it as neatly as she could. If she’d had the time she would have searched the room for a brush of a comb. She thought that at some point she should ask Ronan for some means of gr
ooming herself, which he would likely be willing to provide. Better to ask him than Benno; she did not care to ask Benno for anything. She would prefer to speak to him as little as she could get away with; just lie down with him and do his bidding, which she hoped would be enough to please him.

  Just as she had pulled her hair back to flow as neatly as she could get it behind her neck and shoulders, and slipped her shirt back on, again without bothering to fasten it as she would only have to take it back off once she reached the bed, she heard the noise coming from the bedroom. The loudness of it, the sharp suddenness, made her flinch and gasp. Instinctively throwing a hand over her mouth again, Cassie turned in the direction of the doorway back into the bedroom, and amid the harsh sounds of crashing and shattering came a series of loud thumps, three in all, as of something striking the floor. Her eyes widened; her pulse quickened. On the other side of that threshold, if she dared to look, she would find something awful.