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PRINCESS GWENDOLYN
In
THE CASTLE OF PAIN
By Llabmik
Chapter 5 – Training A Trollop
Queen Morgana, Gwendolyn's stepmother, had decided to play a quick visit while the King was off on a hunting expedition to a neighbouring kingdom, a trip that combined diplomacy with pleasure. Morgana had definite ideas on the education of a Royal Princess.
"Queen Rowena, I'm sorry to confess that when I arrived as the King's new bride, I found that my step-daughter's education had been sadly neglected. I see that she still is pathetically ignorant in the womanly arts."
Rowena's eyes glittered. Morgana was a woman after her own cruel heart.
"How so?"
"Mind you, you've done wonders. She used to be such a shy girl. You've helped her to loosen up quite remarkably."
Rowena nodded.
"And yet?"
"And yet, she just lies there. Men prefer a lively wench."
"Very true! Perhaps you would care to give her a little coaching? Give her a few step-motherly tips?"
Morgana smirked.
"Exactly!"
A short time later, the two Queens sat on their thrones, as Princess Gwendolyn was frog marched in by the muscular torture-master and forced to her knees before them. Gwendolyn was sullenly defiant.
"You're scum, Morgana, unworthy to be my father's Queen!"
Morgana shook her head sadly as she spoke to her kindred soul, Queen Rowena.
"More poisonous than a serpent's tongue is an ungrateful child!"
Queen Rowena was warmly supportive.
"And after all that you've done for her!"
The two Queens laughed together, bitch buddies bonding beautifully. Rowena addressed the guards briefly.
"Strip the insolent slut. Sexual deprivation is chilling her heart. See that you warm her thoroughly!"
Queen Morgana smirked in satisfaction as Princess Gwendolyn was stripped of her clothing and spread-eagled on her back. Morgana noted the look of zoned out resignation on Gwendolyn's face as the palace guards dropped their drawers for the now familiar gang bang.
"Is that the way to welcome your guests, Gwendolyn?"
Morgana instructed the torturer briskly.
"Pry her dainty little toes apart and jab a few heated needles in between them to teach her to smile prettily at her guests."
Gwendolyn's beautiful blue eyes bulged as her slender, delicate toes were prised apart. The torturer pulled hot needles out of a small brazier with a pair of small pliers.
The needles hissed as they were jabbed into exquisitely sensitive flesh. Gwendolyn face flushed red as she sucked in a hasty breath and emitted a high, tit-shaking scream of pure agony.
Queen Morgana cooed gently at Gwendolyn panting nakedness.
"This all could have been avoided if you would just remember your manners and smile prettily at your lovers. Let's see a nice big smile, my dear."
Gwendolyn hurriedly slapped a smile on her face as she looked up at the massive brute kneeling between her legs waiting eagerly to plunge his dripping member home.
Queen Rowena had a small suggestion.
"Perhaps if she could pump her hips invitingly?"
Hurriedly, with a nervous glance at the needles heating in the brazier, Gwendolyn humped her hips lewdly. Queen Rowena nodded approvingly as the heavyset guard slammed himself on top of Gwendolyn, thrusting violently, rutting like a bull in heat. Gwendolyn grunted and struggled to breath underneath his massive bulk.
"Tough love. It works wonders!"
They watched, smirking in silence, as the guard emptied himself copiously into poor panting Gwendolyn's pussy and withdrew. Oyster juice oozed from her inflamed cunt and formed a small puddle between her legs. Morgana eyed the situation critically.
"Torturer, I think she needs a few more needles to teach her to use her tongue, to scrub her breasts against her lover's chest and to squeeze her thighs together around her lover's hips to tighten her cunt."
Gwendolyn begged and pleaded as the torturer pried her dainty little toes apart. Her promises to improve were cut short by her full-throated screams as the needles hissed wickedly between her toes.
As Gwendolyn stared at the thin rapist clambering into position between her legs, fondling his large throbbing member to full erection, Queen Rowena added her thoughts.
"You should point your toes prettily and use your hands to stroke loverboy enthusiastically."
Gwendolyn snaked her tongue into his mouth, moaning ecstatically, massaging the thin rapist nervously, as he pumped fast and furious, hammering at her pussy like an oversize woodpecker. Rowena had a whispered consultation with Morgana.
"Let's see how she does on top, next."
Morgana surveyed the line-up of force fuckers speculatively.
"Perhaps we should wait until after the big mountain of blubber. He should definitely be on top to teach her the value of speed. The old one behind him can be underneath, while she straddles him and does all the work on top, being judged according to a time limit. After that, perhaps a blow job for the grimy one?"
Queen Rowena nodded agreeably.
"Variety is important! A naive young girl like Gwendolyn has to learn that every lover is a different challenge."
As poor naked Gwendolyn disappeared, squealing, under a mountain of blubber, the two Queens chortled happily. They spent the rest of the day putting Gwendolyn through her paces.
Everyone, except Gwendolyn, turned out the next morning to see Queen Morgana off. After being fucked over night and day, Princess Gwendolyn had passed out, but Morgana was forgiving.
"Just make sure that the dirty little trollop gulps down a good breakfast, naked on her knees, washed down with lots and lots of man milk."
The two Queens kissed sweetly, but not too innocently, and parted company.
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