I smiled warmly. “Nothing at all would surprise me when it comes to you, my Prince.”
“I have materials. May I show them to you?”
“Please, my Prince. I would adore to see what you have for me.’
He brought out his ropes, then, from a small cabinet near his bed.
I was surprised by the quality of the material he had chosen. Even without touching them, I knew they were soft and strong, the cords springy and full of give, even though they would hold me firm. Often in training, I would hear of Masters who wanted to play with ropes, but would fail to use the correct kind. They might grab bungee cords or the sort of rope you use for sailing, cutting off circulation or leaving unsightly marks on a slave’s hands. Not the sort of thing you wanted to subject an object of beauty and subservience. When he first mentioned ropes, I had some apprehensions, but I knew it would be a simple thing to guide him through the process of tying me safely, and perhaps even to send a girl to my room to retrieve the ropes I possessed for this very purpose.
But that was unnecessary, as he clearly knew what he was doing. No doubt any knots he tied around my wrists would be completed with the utmost care and precision. I wonder who taught him such things, or if anyone even had to. There was an abundance of videos on the internet available.
“I would be delighted beyond measure to have you tie me up, my Prince. I would love it. If it please you, I will beg for it. In fact, I might beg for it anyway, unless you order me not to...Master.”
At the small inclusion of the title, I could see him stiffen and then relax. His bulge pressed forward in his pants just slightly.
“Does that really give you pleasure? To call me Master?”
“Very much, Master. That is what you are to me.”
“I like it also. I think I like it better than you calling me your Prince.”
“Then, Master, so long as we are alone, and you feel safe, that is what I shall call you. Does that please you, Master?”
Taking my hand, he guided me up from my seat and pulled me against him. For a long while, we kissed, our tongues searching fruitfully for one another. I could feel his thick brown cock hardening against my legs, and I wanted so very badly to do every last thing he wanted.
Finally, he ended the kiss, cradling my delicate face in his big, strong hands.
“I shall tell you, my dear, that I have a great many desires when it comes to you. But I am not without my gentlemanly qualities. Whatever you want in return, I shall strive to give it to you.”
“Speak with Frederik,” I said right away.
He balked slightly, his hands dropping from my face. “I supposed I should have told you whatever you want within reason.”
“You asked me. That is the request. If you do not wish to fill it, that is your business. I am still happy to comply with whatever you want.”
He and I both knew, however, that his own formality required that he honor the request. He stepped away, shaking his head slowly.
“Why is that you want us to speak so badly?”
“Frederik has mentioned his unhappiness, at several points, with the state of affairs between you.” This was a lie, but only sort of one, so I let it slip. “As his happiness is paramount to me, as is yours, I assumed that you might feel the same way.”
He frowned. “Perhaps. He truly said that he was unhappy about the manner of our relationship?”
I shrugged softly. The strap of my gown fell down, and I watched Cullen’s eyes follow it to the curve of my breasts. “In so many words.”
“Very well,” he said. “But this shall have to come at another time,” he tossed the ropes aside to his bed. “The prospect of speaking with that boor has ruined my mood.”
“Perhaps, then, it might expedite things to speak with him as soon as possible? After all...the quicker you tell him off, the quicker you shall be able to be here, with me.”
This seemed agreeable to him, and right away we began to make arrangements.
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I bid for Cullen to meet me at my quarters in precisely one hour’s time. Then, moving swiftly, I sent a servant to Frederik’s quarters to request his presence for fifty-five minutes time. I assumed—correctly, it turned out—that Frederik would arrive five minutes late, as he often did around court. Thus, the two arrived at my door at exactly the same moment. I wanted this, if only to encourage them, via structure, to begin to do some activities with one another.
Perhaps you may have guessed already that I had quite the group activity planned for the three of us. Being a slave designed for pleasure, I knew only of one surefire way to ensure cooperation between two gorgeous, headstrong, big-cocked men.
Before opening the door to receive them, I heard them bickering with one another. I heard tones more than voices—Cullen’s naturally imperious voice rising to even higher authoritative tones, and Frederik’s disgruntled grumble quick avalanching down to a rocky cavern of disapproval.
Smiling as prettily as I possible could, I opened the door, and immediately their talking ceased.
My outfit was, clearly, beyond what they had expected—either of them. As I knew this day would come (or very much hoped it would, at any rate), I had prepared accordingly.
My two-sizes-too-small corset was inlaid with the finest jewels available, shining diamonds and rubies glittering all around my breasts. A thin trail of jewels led down my cleavage, making it glitter. A body chain wrapped around my neck in a thin collar and back around my hips. The same was true of my panties, purest silk, but the edges lined with more jewels. Stockings adorned my legs, as before, though I had traded them out for a shade of deep blue, the better to match the material of my panties. Tall, sexy heels decorated my feet, towering six-inch platforms that wrapped over my ankles and toes with slender, delicate straps. Long gloves, silk with flames embroidered around the edges, slipped up my arms just past my elbows.
“Please, Sirs,” I said, standing aside, “do come in.”
They each passed me, mouths hanging open, staring down my open and inviting cleavage and wide, fertile hips. Soon, I led them into the bedroom, and drew them both next to the bed.
“I thought this the easiest place to talk. It is where I am most comfortable, after all.”
Each nodded slowly, still staring at what my spectacular outfit did for the display of my body.
“My princes...my dearest princes.” My hands went up to their faces, and I pressed my body against theirs. “You both make me so very, very happy. Can’t you see that?”
Frederick shifted his collar. “I can see that what I’m doing for you is clearly spilling over into whatever paltry efforts he’s giving out.”
“Hey,” said Cullen. “If anyone is creating a surplus of desire, it is me.”
I hate to be firm. I hate to be insistent, to be heard. But these two were going to tear one another apart, and in the process, my will to live. And I could not allow that...not when my will was so entirely based on their pleasure. I wouldn’t let them ruin the perfect pleasure I could give them.
I stamped my foot down twice, breaking the heel of my shoe. “Your Highnesses.”
They both turned back to me, stunned.
“Please be civil, Sirs. Please? Listen to me, just for a moment?”
Both were so taken aback at my insistence that I believe they complied more out of curiosity and general startlement than any sort of desire to do what I asked. Truth be told, that’s how I would like it.
“You are both incredible, incredible men. I wish you each would believe me when I tell you this. If only you believed me, Cullen, when I tell you how amazing you are. How gentle, how furiously passionate, how handsome, how generous and how lovely. And you, my dear, perfect Frederik. So righteous, such conviction, with such desires that you need enacted and from a body so strong and brutal. If you believe me when I tell you that, Cullen, how wonderful you are, oughtn’t you to consider that perhaps when I tell you that Frederik is lovely, I am speaking the truth?”
> Logic is a stupid tool in an argument. It is often used poorly, and more often misused for manipulation. You can logic your way into almost any sort of conviction, which is the problem with it in the first place. But, men respond to it. Isn’t that silly? In matters of emotion, where feeling is king, they want to break everything down to cause and effect, to logical chains of events and correlations. Luckily for me, I was trained by a man who knew this exact truth.
Slowly, Cullen nodded. He looked even slightly sheepish.
“Frederik. You see he will listen to reason. Will you? You know what I say to him could be applied the same way to you.”
Frowning a bit, he had to nod. He would not like it—that would come in just a moment, when I made my next suggestion—but he could see the sense in it.
Men! All they want is a good reason to do what they want to do anyway. Once you give it to them, the rest is quite easy.
“Thank you. Now, I have a proposal for you.”
“We know,” said Cullen. “You want one of us to abdicate before the ceremony.”
“Not at all. That is something to discuss later though, you are correct. Rather, Sirs, I would like to propose that you both fuck me.”
“We are fucking you, Francesca.”
I smiled adroitly. “Oh yes, Sir. And incredibly well. Both of you. But I would like for you both to do it...at the same time.”
At first, both shook their heads.
Then, I reached forward began to stroke their cock through the fabric of their hands. With their thoughts thus dulled, I drew Frederik in for a long kiss, guiding Cullen in to my cleavage. And then I switched over, still tasting of Frederik no doubt, and began to kiss Cullen, pulling Frederik down to the same breasts where Cullen’s saliva still sat.
“Please fuck me, my Princes?” I moaned, pushing my tits into their faces, their bodies. “I need your brother cocks both inside me. Both at the same time, please?”
Their desire was too great now. I had them.
“Okay,” said Cullen. “Yes. Let’s do this.”
“Yes,” said Frederik. “I want you. I don’t care.”
“Wonderful, Sirs. Thank you so much.” I stepped away just briefly, smiling as they stepped after me in time. “If it is all right with you, I have some gifts?”
Neither had an objection. I bent over at the waist, letting them admire my tight, perfectly shaped ass, and searched through the trunk at the foot of my bed for their gifts. Very soon, I had them.
With a bit of a flourish, I handed the crop to Frederik. “For you, Sire.”
It was a long device, a thick leather band at one end tinged with red. He grinned, slapping the thick leather down on his hand.
Then, I bent over—making myself an available target for a playful slap from Frederik's new crop, which I moaned at—and took the gift for Cullen.
“For you, my Prince.”
He took the ropes with a grin, smiling broadly. They were of a kind like what he had used, though wine red as opposed to black.
The two took a moment to look at one another's gifts.
“I didn’t know you were so kinky, Cullen.”
“I didn’t know you were so kinky, Frederik.”
They both laughed—perhaps the first laugh they had ever shared together.
Biting one lip, I presented my wrists to Cullen. “I think if my Sire is fucking my cunt from behind and slapping my ass, my hands shall be flailing all about the place, causing quite the problem. Won’t you please tie them up?”
Cullen smiled.
Within minutes, he had my hands bound behind my back, wrists completely encased in rope. But, building on my suggestion, he actually wrapped my breasts and neck as well, tying the cord around my hands to the harness built around my torso. Now, either man could grab me at will without risk of injuring me. A smart and devious man, my Prince Cullen.
Soon, both brothers were naked, with me on the ground between them. Cullen took the front, and Frederik my fertile cunt.
“I've fucked her here so many times,” said Frederik, “I'm sure to get her pregnant soon.”
“Not if I do it first, brother.”
Thus challenged, Frederik entered his dense black cock into me roughly, holding me in place with the harness around my back. With my head pulled backward, it was easy for Cullen to slide his hard brown member straight into my mouth. And thus held, they began to piston me back and forth between them. Frederik pushed me forward onto Cullen's cock, and Cullen back over into Frederik's furious pumping, and then back again.
My luscious, curvy body was completely full of their immense meat, all of my service-made body crying out with the need for more, more! I loved having the rods of these brothers meeting inside my slave body. These twin Masters used me just how I was made for, showing no mercy. Cullen pistoned into my mouth, fucking my throat furiously with a firm grip on the ropes. In fact, his hands came up over Frederik's at times, holding his brother close as he drove his manhood into my eager body.
As the same time, Frederik unleashed into me from behind, slapping my ass and back with the crop, beating me as he liked. As he had earned, as he deserved, as far I was concerned. I loved the pain from the sharp strikes of the crop as much as I loved the feel of Frederik's dark cock pulsing through my tiny, tight pussy, and as much as I loved the hot sensation of Cullen's member pushing through my soft lips.
The moment of their orgasm was pure magic to me. They did it together, just as they had been fucking together this entire time. I could tell, even before they did it, how special this moment was—how the two brothers were finally getting along. Their hands gripped together on top of my back, and as they exhaled and leaned forward, emptying themselves into me, their heads nuzzled together.
Their hot spunk filled me to my fertile core. Frederik's huge load flooded out from my unprotected cunt, and Cullen gave me more than I could handle, his hot seed sliding forward from my mouth even though I swallowed as much as I could.
Slowly, they exited from me. I could tell both wanted another go ‘round...and I was very willing to provide them with it. After a few minutes of dazed, sleepy sliding against one another's bodies, Cullen slid upward, touching his brother's chest and arms as he did.
“If we can do this together,” said Cullen, “I suppose we can do quite a lot. Couldn’t we?”
Frederik grinned and nodded in response.
* * * * *
After a very long, pleasure-filled night, the ceremony arrived the next day.
The two decided that they would rule jointly, each supporting the other. And I had little doubt that later in the year when Horace finally abdicated the throne, I would be the first slave to be fucked by two emperors at once. And, not only that, but if they kept fucking me in such an unprotected manner, I would soon be giving them an heir of their own.
It is such a joy to serve.
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