Your sword goes flying from your hands, clattering across the floor. The young prince holds his sword under your chin, the point pressing against your throat as you breathe heavily.
"So this is it..." You think. The campaign has been long and hard. Brutal. Often times you have left the safety of your command tent to lead your armies yourself, either atop your horse or on the front lines. However, not even you could stand against the hordes of mercenaries that this neighboring prince summoned to claim your throne. And now you have finally lost the final duel in your own throne room.
Your metallic, armored footsteps from your boots echo throughout the room as the prince pushes you back slowly towards your throne.
"This has been quite the campaign. I will add your crown to my collection."
You try not to flinch, but your body betrays you as he flicks his sword, knocking it from your head.
"Come now, the crown was quite burdensome. Besides, it does nothing for your hair." He runs a hand down your long hair, and you freeze. You don't want to make any sudden movements, not when he has the sword.
"Besides, the crown." He jerks his head to the ornate throne behind you. "Or the throne...Was never the target..." He steps back a little, keeping the point of his sword against your neck, but drinking in your form.
"You-you don't want the throne?" All this death and destruction, and he didn't even want the throne?
"Oh sure, your Kingdom will no doubt be a fine addition to mine, however, some territorial gains are nothing compared to the treasure I now possess."
"Treasure?" You smirk. Most of your coffers had been spent on the war effort. You have barely anything left to steal. "If it's treasure you're looking for, you won't find much here." What an idiot. To come all this way, for nothing. You can't wait to see his face go red with rage. However, he simply smiles.
"No dear. You see, the treasure in front of me is worth more than an entire Kingdom of gold. And it's all mine."
The realization of what he's implying makes you more winded than the duel. You shudder, your breathing hitched. "You mean...this entire war...was just so you could have me?"
He smiles devilishly. "Indeed. And now that you have no armies left to hide behind, you're mind for the taking."
He suddenly moves forward, tossing his sword to the ground and shoving a cloth into your face. With one quick step, he is behind you, wrapping an armored, muscular arm around your abdomen and arms while pressing the cloth against your face roughly. You get over your surprise quickly as you realize the cloth has been laced with chloroform, and you wriggle frantically, screaming into the cloth.
He bites at your ear. "Now now, go to sleep." Your movements become languid, and your eyes begin to droop. With the last of your strength, you stamp your boot on top of his. It leaves a dent, and he grunts, but it's not enough to make him release you, and your vision fades to black.
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You awake in a dimly lit cell. Your clothes have been stripped, and your back is pressed against a wooden post. Your arms are stretched out above you and chained together at the wrists to the post, and chains wrap around your ankles around the post as well. You go to move your jaw, but a knotted cloth has been forced into your mouth and tied tightly behind your head.
You lean your head back against the post and breathe deeply through your nose, closing your eyes. You're still a Queen. You will find a way out of this.
Keeping your eyes closed, you tug on the chains around your wrists. They don't give. You try your ankles, same result. You growl your frustration into the cloth and open your eyes, looking around for something of use. There is nothing besides the bunk chained to the wall beside you, and a flicking candle out in the hall. The cell door is far beyond your reach, but you strain towards it, crying out into the cloth in pain and frustration when you make no progress.
Suddenly, you hear echoing footsteps, and you instantly quiet. You go limp and close your eyes, straining to hear. The footsteps stop at the door, and you hear a key turn. The door groans open, and you dare open your eyes.
The prince stands before you, wearing nothing but some loose pants. His toned chest is on full display, and you scoff into the cloth, looking away. No need to give him the satisfaction. He reaches forward, gripping your chin and turning your head to face him. "Don't tell me this doesn't turn you on, even a little."
You roll your eyes. You're still a prisoner, and this is far from a romantic setting.
"I see...Well then, maybe I should let you hang here for a few more hours and see if you're still this defiant then."
You whimper a little. Your limbs are already tired, and your body has already caught a chill.
"As I thought." He pulls out the bag from behind his back and sets it down. He steps forward, his breath hot again your face as he studies your eyes.
You shake your head, trying to dislodge the cloth, but he grips your chin firmly, and you whine in protest.
"Ssssshhhhh. Just enjoy this." Suddenly, he plunges a finger into you, and you can't help but moan at the sensation. "See, I knew you'd like this."
You mutter something extremely vulgar into the cloth, but you're cut off as he begins moving the finger in and out of you slowly, and you melt against the post.
He smiles gently, then leans in, kissing your neck. You curse yourself as you tilt your head to the side, giving him better access, and he eagerly obliges, worshiping your neck with his mouth.
He removes his finger, leaving you wet and aching. You might have protested, then, predicament be damned, if he hadn't started trailing kisses lower on your neck. Lower. Down your front to your chest.
He pulls away, lifting his hands to your breasts and squeezing hard. "So beautiful..."
You breathe quickly into the cloth as he squeezes your breasts. He then grips your nipples tightly and pinches, and you cry out into the cloth, straining against the chains. He rubs them a few times, before getting down on his knees. You crane your neck down to look at him, your breasts still aching from pain and pleasure. He grips your hips tightly, then opens his mouth, licking a long, loving stroke between your legs.
You shudder, tipping your head back to moan into the cloth as he continues. You suddenly orgasm, your release washing through you and leaving you exhausted. He stands up in front of your limp form, and you lift your head weakly to look at him.
"Unfortunately, I do have important matters to attend to. I hope you enjoyed our little session." He winks, and all you can do is groan weakly into the cloth.
"Oh, don't worry. I'll leave you something to keep you entertained." He begins fishing something out of the bag, and you just let your chin rest against your chest tiredly. It has been a long day, and especially after the excitement you just went through, you could use a little rest.
He reaches behind your head and undoes the cloth, and you look up at him in surprise. You open your mouth to speak, but he suddenly thrusts a hard, rubber cock deep into your mouth. You choke on it as he straps it behind your head.
"There we are. Now, be a good girl and suck on that." You suck on it tiredly, moaning lightly. He nods, satisfied, and exits as you close your eyes.
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4:32 pm Friday, 22nd July, 2022
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