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{\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1507;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\sb100\sa100\f0\fs24 Princess Kara: Raped for her Country\line by Deadly Crystal (deadlycrystal@gmail.com)\line\line ***\line\line Once the eldest princess had her first woman's cycle, \line she must give her body up to the people to ensure the \line birth of the next female heir. Once she conceived and \line bore this heir, she was the rightful ruler for the rest \line of her days, or until she decided to give power to her \line daughter. Until then, she would be fucked day in and \line day out, until one man's seed took root. (MMf, nc, rp, \line inc, 1st, bd, fantasy)\line\line ***\line\line "Now, your highness, let us progress to the bloody \line annals of the Priesthood of the Haydar Water Breakers."\line\line Princess Kara fidgeted in her seat. Lectures with Fra \line Daniar were always the worst. She frankly couldn't \line care less about the obsessive and apparently deadly \line religious practices of the Water Breaker people in the \line Eastern Kingdoms. Her own papa's North Empire was \line strong enough to crush any opposing army, no matter how \line many of them were willing to cut out their own tongues \line for their faith (yuck) and she could see no reason in \line learning about them if they didn't directly concern her \line or her kingdom. It was bad enough she had to spend two \line hours a day learning the regional dialects of her own \line far-flung territory. Why did so much of her day seem to \line consist of learning this junk?\line\line She was so proud of her father and the kingdom they \line shared. Her mom had died in childbirth when Kara was \line just three. The baby, a boy, had died as well. The \line event was still mourned as a day of national tragedy. \line King Terab and Princess Kara were all each other had. \line They were fabulously popular monarchs, at least in the \line cities, and Kara always felt a bit sorry for the \line empires to the South and the kingdoms of the West, \line which always seemed to be going through messy \line revolutions and bloody coups d'etat. One of the first \line lectures Princess Kara had ever heard had been from her \line father about the unbroken, millennium-long line of \line proud queens from which she had descended. \line\line Kara tried to listen to her tutor. He was one of the \line only men she knew other than her father. She preferred \line it that way. Men, in general, made her nervous. Once a \line year Kara's nursemaid dressed her in her finest gilded \line silks and she walked amongst her people. This was \line always a trying ordeal. Peasants were rude. The women \line frowned as they looked at her and the men always \line reached out to try to touch her, commenting on her \line growth over the year and wondering aloud what she \line looked like without her finery. Kara had always found \line this unseemly. Only after one of the craftier peasants \line had managed to slip past a guard and reach his hand up \line her dress had her father agreed to allow her to be \line carried on a litter. King Terab wouldn't shut up their \line vulgar comments, however. He said that the open \line relationship between royalty and the people was the \line reason for their prosperity. \line\line Fra Daniar droned on. Princess Kara was more than bored \line today, she felt a bit sick, as well. She felt an odd \line ache in her legs. She almost refused to go to the board \line to answer the monk's questions, but it wasn't worth the \line argument. She had taken two or three steps toward the \line board when she noticed a conspicuous, terrifying red \line wetness soaked through the front of her skirt. "What \line is-?" she barely made out, before feeling incredibly \line faint. What was going on? Why was Fra Daniar hurrying \line to her with such dark excitement in his eyes, and why \line did his pants have that same alarming bulge she had \line seen in so many townsmen's trousers?\line\line *\line\line Darkness. She was aware of a cool darkness, smooth \line sheets, a dull pain in her bowels, and the press of her \line papa's hand in hers. She tried to open her eyes, but \line felt too drowsy.\line\line "Oh, baby. Oh, my little girl. I'm so sorry! I thought \line this sort of thing happened in the late teens!" What \line was Daddy talking about? Was she bleeding to death? \line\line A harsh second voice that she recognized as her \line nursemaid answered her father. ""There is no set age \line for this. My Jena was eighteen when she had her first \line time and I was barely nine. She'll do her country \line proud."\line\line Nursemaid Myura must have heard Princess Kara stirring \line because she slipped the thin gilded opium pipe back \line between the young girl's lips, and changed the bloody \line towel out from under her legs. Kara tried to stay awake \line but slipped back into a fitful sleep. \line\line *\line\line The next time, it was the chanting that woke her. She \line tried to sit up, and found to her horror that her \line wrists and her ankles were bound to the mahogany \line bedposts. Not only that, but her mouth was stuffed and \line she could not speak. \line\line At the sounds she made however, her father came once \line again to her side. "My dear, tonight is the night you \line give yourself as a gift to the empire." \line\line What did this mean? Gifts were what the townsfolk left \line at the gate on the occasion of her royal birthday. \line Gifts were when bodyguards made up songs in her honor \line and sang them at feasts. \line\line He continued, solemnly. "Tonight, you become a symbolic \line sacrifice, and earn your right to rule over your \line millions of loyal followers."\line\line Her heart was struck with horror. Sacrifice, like when \line the Haydar Water Breakers ripped out their tongues and \line burned them for their heathen gods? She could feel the \line tears begin to leak out of her eyes, rolling down her \line cheeks. When her father saw this he bit his lip a \line little, and furtively pulled the gag out of her mouth. \line\line Princess Kara gasped and burst, "Sacrifice? Are you \line going to kill me, father? What have I done?" At this \line the chanting stopped. Kara had almost stopped noticing \line it. An old crone appeared at the princess' bedside, and \line spoke to her father. \line\line "Please do not tell me you have not informed the \line princess of her sacred and holy duty." \line\line The little princess recognized the old lady as the \line Priestess Tamara, the oldest and most revered holy \line woman of the capital city. She only gave worship on the \line holy days, and spent the rest of the year in deep \line meditation. It was stunning to see her here, and \line speaking so to her father. \line\line King Terab responded quietly. "I couldn't bring myself \line to do so." \line\line The old priestess glared and clutched her dark prayer \line stick. "It cannot be changed. Know, though, that you \line have done her a great disservice. It is the first new \line moon after her sleep and there is little time to \line explain now. Do your best in the minutes you have." \line With this she crept back into her corner and resumed \line her chanting, and as she did so Princess Kara became \line aware of the sounds outside the castle. It was a \line subdued clamor, the noise a crowd makes when it is \line waiting for a great announcement. It was the sound she \line heard on the mornings before the king went on his \line balcony to announce a new law or tax or festival. It \line was a sound that terrified her now. \line\line She became aware of her father once more at her side, \line gently pulling at the lacy ropes that bound her wrists, \line loosening them a bit. "Does this feel better?" he \line asked. Kara nodded, terrified, unable to voice her \line questions. \line\line "Our empire is blessed, Princess Kara. It is blessed \line with fertile lands and contented peoples. Outside of \line the occasional rebellion in the outlands which must be \line crushed with a somewhat heavy hand, our people are \line happy. They love their rulers, and they live productive \line lives. Do you know why this is?"\line\line Kara shook her head dumbly. She would have ventured a \line guess, say, that it was because of the army's legendary \line power, or her family's strength in rule, but she was \line too bewildered by the question's timing and the fact \line that her father was pulling his shirt over his head. \line\line "It is because our empire is, at its crucial heart, a \line democracy. Do you know what that means, my darling?" He \line was unloosening the straps at his shoe, and pulling it \line off. \line\line "The Western Kingdoms used to be democracies," she \line whispered. She had learned at least that from Fra \line Daniar. Her father shook his head, slowly.\line\line "Their form of democracy failed. The leaders failed. \line Only one man or woman is truly capable of ruling, and \line it works best in our form, a strong kingdom. And our \line form has succeeded over the centuries not due to our \line force or our luck or our will, but because we have been \line blessed by the gods. In our kingdom, any man may be the \line father of the next queen or king. From the mighty dukes \line of the ocean cities to the penniless church beggar, any \line man must love his queen and love his king because he \line knows that maybe, just maybe, his seed was the one that \line took root. Perhaps he or she is his child."\line\line None of this made any sense to Princess Kara. ""I'm \line just a girl, daddy. I'm not anybody's daughter but \line yours, and I'm not old enough to be anybody's mother.." \line\line Now the king had his back turned to his daughter, and \line was pulling his pants off. She could see the roundness \line of his naked rear end, something she hadn't glimpsed \line since they used to take baths together when she was \line tiny. He bent his head. \line\line "I'm probably not your father, baby. I'm just the man \line your mother decided to marry. By the time I got to your \line mother it was weeks into the ceremony, and you were \line already on your way. I love you just the same, though."\line\line More tears rolled out of her Kara's eyes, and she \line thought of what she might be able to say to make her \line daddy let her go and play with the apothecary's \line daughter, or even get her daytime clothing on and do \line some homework. \line\line She felt it difficult not to scream as she heard her \line father's footsteps coming nearer to the bed. She heard \line her father mutter to himself, "it's probably better \line this way." She lost the opportunity to scream as she \line tasted the gag once more in her mouth. She would have \line done, once she felt a cool sharpness and heard the dry \line clatter as her father's dagger sliced through her \line nightdress and several of the pearl buttons went \line bouncing away on the wooden floor. \line\line King Terab's heart broke for her daughter as he looked \line at her stretched out on the bed, naked as the day she \line was born, her moonlit skin shimmering with cold sweat \line and her big blue eyes darting around the room, resting \line nervously at the sight of his cock, fully erect and \line pointing up toward his stomach. He was ashamed. He knew \line his role in the ritual, but he wasn't expecting it to \line be so easy to become hard at the sight of his baby \line girl. \line\line She looked so young, her whole body hairless and \line undeveloped, her breasts just whispers of a woman's \line bust. If it had been his choice he would have waited \line until she was ready, until she was at least 15, but the \line centuries-long tradition was unbreakable. Once the \line eldest princess had her first woman's cycle, she must \line give her body up to the people to ensure the birth of \line the next female heir. Once she conceived and bore this \line heir, she was the rightful ruler for the rest of her \line days, or until she decided to give power to her \line daughter. \line\line The king leaned over to brush some fair hair out of his \line daughter's face and he could feel the tip of his penis \line brush across the mattress. He would be gentle. This was \line their tradition. \line\line He found himself wishing he had explained everything \line earlier as he crawled over his child's little body. But \line how could he have expected her menarche to come before \line any other signs? His own wife had been thirteen at the \line time of her ceremony, and later described it as a very \line painful but necessary test of the ruler-to-be. If only \line she were here. She would have explained it so well. \line\line He looked down at the small form beneath him and \line lightly kissed her forehead as he had done so many \line times before. He reached down and grasped his penis. \line He tugged it a bit to get it harder, and guided it to \line her naked pussy. At the first touch he breathed \line sharply. It was so long since he had done this. He \line rubbed it around the lips, trying his best to get it \line wet for her with his pre-cum, wishing tradition would \line allow him to at least use his saliva to moisten her to \line make it easier. \line\line It was then that Princess Kara whimpered softly. It was \line that, the sound she made, so close to the sound her \line mother had made when she was about to orgasm that \line pushed her father over the edge. He couldn't wait any \line longer, not when he had this prone body beneath him \line that looked so much like his own dear queen. He located \line his daughter's tiny hole, positioned his cock's head at \line the entrance, and thrust inside, forgetting his \line caution. He immediately became lost in the unbelievable \line pleasure, lost in that suction sound he hadn't heard so \line long, the sounds of Kara's pain muffled by her gag. \line\line He closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling, the \line unbelievable tightness as he pushed himself further \line inside, the warmness, and he pressed his lips against \line his daughter's and pushed his tongue in her mouth. It \line was so like her mother's mouth, so dainty and hot, \line with the subtle taste of buckwheat. He was dimly aware \line of ripping through, pushing deep through the womanly \line barrier he was charged with breaking, and only somewhat \line sentient of yelling... the priestess yelling. He \line couldn't hold it any longer, he was going to cum any \line second, cum inside his precious little baby.\line\line "Your majesty, you are not to fill the vessel; you are \line only to open the channel! You must do your sacred duty, \line my lord! You must not fill the vessel!" It was only \line then that he remembered what he must do, what legions \line of kings before him had done. He thrust deep once more, \line then reluctantly slid out of his baby girl's warm hole \line and clutched at his dick, beating away with his eyes \line squinted, his other hand gripping his daughter's inner \line thigh. \line\line It was another one of those whimpers, of those hot baby \line sounds, that finally made him cum all over his little \line girl's stomach and neck. Thick streams of it landed on \line her, sticky and white, and when he opened his eyes to \line the sight of it he gulped, ashamed. She was covered in \line it. He noted with disgust that a glob had even made it \line to her face and was stuck in her hair. He turned away \line from his girl, her eyes wide with horror, and dashed \line off,. \line\line The priestess calmly dabbed a white towel both in the \line blood that trickled down Kara's stretched legs, and the \line copious semen coating her flat belly. \line\line With a triumphant smile she flung open the window and \line thrust the cloth outward toward the crowd below. \line\line "The princess has been opened! May the gods bless our \line sacred ceremony!" \line\line *\line\line Nursemaid Myura had the softest hands, which you \line wouldn't expect from castle help. She was so gentle in \line washing her princess' body, sponging her clean, that \line Kara did not wake up crying. \line\line "What's going on, Nurse?" She noted with sadness that \line her wrists were still bound, now behind her back in the \line tub. \line\line Old Myura petted her hair and rubbed some soap into it. \line "You fainted is all. Not unusual. You're a woman now, \line pet." She chucked Kara under the chin and smiled.\line\line Princess Kara gulped. "How could I be a woman? Just \line last week Cook boxed my ears for pouring ammonia in his \line mince pies, and he said I'm nothing but a spoilt little \line child." She rubbed her ear in memory of the sting. \line\line Nursemaid Myura laughed at this. "Did he now? Cook's \line been talking about how prime you are for a good fuck \line for ages now, I guess that shows him for a real \line pervert, calling you a child."\line\line "He said this? He should be flogged, he should be \line beaten!" Kara sat up in the water, furious. Myura \line gently pushed her back down.\line\line "None of that, love. Until you're with child, any man \line of this kingdom has the right to take his way with you, \line once it's his turn, so until you've given birth to a \line girl and are crowned empress any man has the right to \line say such things about you, and most do. Your own Uncle \line Rila's been hiring child-wenches at the Yumar Temple \line for ages, saying it gets him ready to really stick it \line to you, get you pregnant when his number's called. I \line don't know if what he's doing works, but he's already \line got one of 'em with child, and she's but eleven years \line old."\line\line Somehow this did not ease the princess' worries. The \line priestess had told her that the ceremony would begin at \line dawn the next day, and continue until she showed signs \line of being pregnant. It was a trial, but they all had \line confidence in a healthy, strong girl such as herself. \line Kara did not feel so confident.\line\line *\line\line The lottery was empire-wide, but obviously not every \line man would be able to take the time away from his farm \line and family to claim a number, and to stay the weeks he \line may have to wait for his turn if his number was \line particularly high. And then, there were always the few \line who chose to abstain from the lottery for personal \line reasons. This still left teeming thousands of outlander \line men who had made the pilgrimage from their home towns \line for this joyous occasion, the conception of their \line future leader. \line\line Merchant ships returned home mid-voyage upon news that \line little Kara had become a woman so early in her life. \line They never would have risked the voyage if she had been \line thirteen or fourteen, but nobody had expected a girl \line who had just celebrated her tenth birthday to be called \line to bear the nation's child. It was no less exciting for \line the novelty. \line\line Prayers were uttered, and meticulous books were taken \line as the numbers were dolled out, to be sure no rich \line merchant could buy off the lottery number of some lucky \line mendicant. The Yumar Temple whores were busy as they \line were no other season They began to recruit old women \line and young girls who had obviously just been weaned off \line their mothers to pick up the slack. Temple priestesses \line were eager for the ordeal to be over, for the outlander \line men who did not care for their sacred vows of chastity \line were all to eager to slip a cock up their holy robes \line when even the youngest and eldest whores were otherwise \line occupied.\line\line With all the thousands of men waiting for their turn \line with the princess, it was a point of special pride that \line this time a man from the capital city was selected as \line the First. Old Bosc Harga, the fishmonger's father, \line fainted dead into his grandson's arms when his number \line was called out from the announcer's horn. He couldn't \line believe it. \line\line Seventy years ago he had been among the very last to \line fuck the princess' great-grandmother, back when he had \line been a strapping lad of thirteen. He had dropped his \line load rather quickly, uncomfortable at the sight of the \line older girl's already swelling belly. It had been a year \line of great political strife so the ceremony had gone on \line longer than strictly allowed, to allow any and all \line dissidents to feel that they'd had their chance to make \line a new leader. \line\line He had never had a chance with the princess' \line grandmother, as he had volunteered to fight in a \line foreign war.\line\line He remembered the princess' mother with great fondness. \line He had been lucky that time, too, called during the \line princess' second week, when the sensation was still \line somewhat new. He remembered her bright eyes, pleading \line with him to be gentle with her, saying she recognized \line him from the village market. He had enjoyed going \line slowly with her, kneading her breasts, pinching her \line pubic hair, trying to make her cum. He remembered \line sucking on those growing breasts, and the taste of her \line perky nipples. She did not cum, but he did. Great \line gallons of it, it seemed like, potent stuff, too. He \line had eight kids with his own wife and the sixteenth \line grandson on the way, so it stood to reason that little \line Kara he was going up to see today might very well be \line his own daughter. \line\line She was not. He knew it as soon as he was led into her \line bed chamber and he saw her up close, tied up to the \line bedposts, as fetching here as she always looked during \line her birthday parades. No kin of his had those sad blue \line eyes, that pale skin. That made it no less special. The \line thought of being the first man to cum inside the little \line princess made his shriveled old dick spring to life. He \line had thought those balls of his were dried up and done, \line but he saw those big shiny eyes and he saw that flat \line naked body and he felt as virile as a stud in spring \line time. He strode over to the poster bed \line\line Kara closed her eyes and whimpered, which had much the \line same effect on Bosc Harga as it had on her father. He \line grunted, and shoved his stiff dick in her little \line passage. Her father's work had hardly loosened her up, \line and it was agonizing to have this dirty old man pumping \line and shaking on top of her, making his grunting noises. \line He pushed his way in and left it there for a moment, \line grinding inside of her, and asked "Do you like it, \line princess, do you like my cock?" She could see that he \line was missing three of his front teeth. She turned away \line and stared at the priestess, whose eyes were closed in \line prayer. \line\line He resumed his thrusts, quicker and quicker, and \line finally came in shuttering dry spurts, squirting his \line weak cum inside of her. A guard handed him his clothes \line as he reluctantly slid out of her pussy. He tweaked her \line little nipple as he was leaving. "Not quite as busty as \line your mom was, are ya?" he joked, as he walked away. \line\line He had been the first. Nothing would ever compare to \line that feeling. Later that week he tried to recapture the \line sensation by raping his youngest granddaughter, but she \line had bit his cock when he tried to make her suck it \line afterwards. His son never let them be alone together \line after he complained about it. \line\line From then on it was a fairly constant stream of men. \line Dark men from the mountain lands of Lilac Bay muttered \line prayers as they took her from behind, the traditional \line position of their people. The cum of the Zora Valley \line Plainesmen was incredibly thick and dark-colored, and \line they always shot buckets of it, so Kara had to be \line bathed after one of them visited so the next man would \line not complain about the mess. She had been allowed to be \line untied after one of the priestess' acolytes had awoken \line to the muffled sounds of choking, as the traditional \line mating technique of the red-eyed cave-dwelling Gardar \line Tribes involved a deep-throated fellatio technique no \line ten year-old girl could be expected to master. \line\line It was four days into the ordeal when the castle guards \line managed to bribe Priestess Nica into taking a much-\line deserved break for long enough for them to take their \line turns outside of the lottery system. Apparently this \line sort of thing was tolerated in moderation, for Nica had \line not seemed surprised as the offer. Instead, she had \line happily taken their money and gone to watch a dog fight \line across town. It was with trepidation that Princess Kara \line saw the two men approach, and sadness when she \line recognized one of them as Maliki, a kind man who wrote \line her songs on her birthday. \line\line "Which end you want first, Sade?" her old friend asked \line his companion. \line\line "Oh, I don't know, I think her mouth would be nice. I \line doubt old Was Miller with his farmer cock managed to \line stretch out her little mouth, did he, Kara baby?" Kara \line sniffed. \line\line Was Miller had been memorable in three aspects: his \line cock had been monstrously thick, it had hurt a great \line deal, and he had pulled out before he came, deciding \line instead to jizz all over her pussy and asshole, rubbing \line it in with a fat finger and laughing. He had spent two \line days and two nights in the stocks for this stunt, but \line he was widely admired for his gall. Tab Oaks, a \line fisherman of Gardar stock, had compared his dick to Was \line Miller's, declared it at least half-an inch thicker and \line a whole inch longer, and boasted that he would fuck a \line hole straight through the young girl's head. \line\line Mothers across the city privately hoped his number \line would never be called, but several bars had begun \line taking bets on whether a girl could actually be fucked \line dead. They would never try it on the princess, and it \line was generally believed the priestesses would never let \line it go that far, but Tab Oaks was lined up to try his \line luck at the youngest Yumar Temple whore, a tiny girl \line barely four years old. Maliki and Sade had already \line bought their tickets to the show. \line\line Sade was thinking of all this when he absent-mindedly \line brushed away one of Kara's many years, and laid his \line plump cock at her pouty lips. "Now, your majesty, we \line have you for the whole hour, and if you're good we \line won't take any longer than you need to. You could have \line a whole half hour to yourself, to do whatever you want, \line no supervision. Just open that mouth and suck on my \line dick and it'll all be over soon." \line\line Kara was discouraged from sucking men's dicks too much, \line since it did nothing to get her pregnant, but sometimes \line she had to in order to get a man hard, she knew how to \line do it, more or less. She began to slurp on his red knob \line when she felt herself being lifted on her knees from \line behind, as her old friend Maliki positioned himself \line behind her. This had never happened to her before, and \line never without the priestess in the corner, watching. \line She began to choke on Sade's penis as he thrust too \line deeply, and he smacked her on the side of the head and \line thrust deeper. \line\line "Just open your throat and relax and this will be \line easier," he said. \line\line She could taste his sweat and his pre-cum as she felt \line his cock move in and out of her lips. It would have \line been so easy to just bite. She felt him pulling out a \line pop, and then there it was, his penis, right in front \line of her eyes. He squeezed the foreskin over the head and \line rubbed it over her face. "Be nice to me, princess, and \line I'll be nice to you." He smacked her cheek with his \line dick, and slid it back into her mouth. \line\line "Don't hit her, Sade." She felt Maliki's fingers push \line their way into her snatch. "I used to change her \line diapers. She's special." Then it was his dick at her \line cunt, diving deeper like so many men this past week. \line She was astonished: he was scraping against her in a \line very pleasant way, in a way that almost made her forget \line how uncomfortable it was to have Sade's cock gushing in \line and out of her throat. \line\line She could feel Sade begin to speed up, and she knew \line what was coming. She used a free hand to cup his balls, \line and rubbed at the shaft. The sooner he finished, the \line sooner it was over. "Oh God! Were you doing this to her \line when she was in diapers, Maliki? This royal bitch is \line amazing! Oh... oh God!" \line\line Maliki laughed, and it felt amazing. Kara felt herself \line rocking in rhythm with Maliki, trying to get him to \line come deeper inside of her, to keep touching on what \line some men referred to as her clit, which hadn't felt \line good until now. "You know what, Maliki? Maybe I should \line have. She actually seems to be enjoying this! Can you \line believe it? A hundred of men tap this and we're the \line ones making her cum."\line\line Sade didn't respond, because he was in seventh heaven \line with this little child fondling his balls and sucking \line so hot on his dick. He came like crazy, making high-\line pitched noises and pulling Kara's face towards him, \line disrupting her rhythm and erasing the pleasure she was \line feeling from Maliki's deep thrusts. She swallowed what \line she could, and was just getting back into the groove \line with her old babysitter when he began to come inside of \line her. He came in sudden rough thrusts, as if he wanted \line to punish her body for feeling pleasure. He scraped at \line her chest as he did so, and collapsed on top of her \line when he finished. \line\line "Did you like that, little muffin?" he asked her, using \line their pet name since childhood. She did not answer. She \line rarely spoke nowadays. \line\line Maliki shrugged. He indicated to his friend, who looked \line utterly spent. "Here, help me with her legs." Kara \line looked nervous at this. "No, you're off the hook for \line this one, I just want to give my sperm all the help it \line needs. I want my turn to be the one that does it." \line Maliki and Sade worked together to tie the girl's legs \line on he second post of the bed, so that her bottom laid \line almost directly beneath them. She scowled at them. \line\line Sade laughed. "Look, I'd be happy to fuck that mouth \line again if you'd prefer that. Give me ten minutes and \line I'll be ready to go again." Maliki absently laid a \line finger on Princess Kara's clit, making her shudder \line against her will. \line\line "What, you don't want to fuck her normally? Don't you \line want your shot at knocking up royalty?"\line\line "Aw, I just like blow jobs." \line\line They left her there when they went downstairs, cum \line drying around her lips and dribbling down her back. She \line stayed like that until the priestess came home hours \line later, chattering about her winnings at the fight.\line\line *\line\line In time the men seemed almost to blend into each other, \line distinguishing themselves only in that sometimes they \line would try to stick their penises in her bottom, or they \line would jerk themselves off by using her thin thighs as \line friction. Depending on the priestess on duty they would \line either be hastily sent away, or merrily encouraged. A \line boy, barely older than Kara herself, insisted that he \line could only get hard if he was allowed to first rub his \line small penis against the princess' soft hair. He ended \line up cumming near her ear, and a thoroughly disgusted \line guard marched him out. \line\line An older, dusky-skinned man had briskly plucked her out \line of bed and sat her down on his meaty cock, ignoring the \line resistance in her still-tight anus, sending jolts of \line searing pain into her as he hummed to himself. He \line bounced her up and down, his strong arms lifting and \line dropping her as easily as if she had been made of \line feathers. He came quickly enough, squeezing on her \line arms as he did so. He grunted for emphasis several \line times, and finally plucked the girl up off of his dick \line as easily as he had put her there. Kara felt like \line someone had stuck squeezed a turkey baster up her \line bottom and shot boiling-hot gravy inside. It hurt like \line crazy.\line\line "Enough of that, now, entertaining as it was. Plant \line your seed where it may grow and be gone, sir." \line Priestess Valar smiled at the man, and nodded at him to \line continue.\line\line He grinned in response, and responded with an accent so \line strong it was difficult to understand. "Oh, no, I'm \line done here," he leered. "Never did want to be a father. \line If you want to let me have another go at her bum I'd be \line much obliged, though." Priestess Valar seemed to \line consider it for a moment, but then shook her head. \line\line "I don't think she could handle much more of that, sir. \line Look at the girl." Indeed, Princess Kara was curled in \line a ball on the bed, her shoulders shaking. Cum was \line dribbling out of her, mixing with the semen from \line earlier that hour. The older man laughed. \line\line "Ach, she'll be fine. I've nieces and nephews of my own \line village, and they reacted the same the first time. The \line second time's always easier." He winked. With this, \line his wilted shaft perked up a bit again. But it was too \line late, the guards were already escorting him out. \line\line *\line\line It was to great celebration and religious fervor that \line the announcement was made: the princess had skipped her \line second period. Townsfolk and outlanders alike whispered \line that the gods must truly favor their princess to get \line her with child so soon, and at such a young age, too. \line Just to be sure, the ceremony continued, perhaps with \line even greater enthusiasm. The princess was given some \line time off, however, which she spent wandering the castle \line in a daze. \line\line She greatly missed her papa, but could not find her \line among the twisting halls of the estate. She caught a \line glimpse of the cook carrying piles of hot plates. She \line did not know how he did it while carrying all that \line food, but he managed to balance everything and make a \line lewd gesture at her as well, fondling his manhood over \line his trousers. "My number's almost up, your highness. \line I've got some tasty meat right here for you." \line\line Princess Kara walked away from him without saying a \line word. She took her meals in her rooms, often in between \line men cumming inside of her. Often meat pies and sherbet \line deserts would be flavored with the taste of the \line empire's various races of men, several of which \line insisted on the privilege of fucking her mouth as well \line as her more sacred hole. Kara found it disgusting, but \line had given up protest.\line\line Fra Daniar's turn was as boring as his lectures. He \line climbed on top of her, pushed inside, and emptied his \line balls without ceremony. He had the decency to say \line "Thank you" as he left, and Princess Kara mentally \line resigned herself to keeping him as a tutor after the \line ordeal in gratitude. The princess was grateful that \line Priestess Tamara's spell declared her unequivocally \line pregnant a week later, and she was relieved to bed rest \line for the duration. Cook's number had indeed been close, \line and Kara wanted nothing less than to accept his fat \line penis inside of her. \line\line It was a personal tragedy to the princess when, after \line months of patient waiting, she gave birth to a \line beautiful, pale-haired boy. He looked up at his mother \line with her own wide, lovely eyes and she felt sick to her \line stomach. This child would not do. A girl needed to be \line born to continue the succession. Princess Kara gave in \line to her tears as the boy was whisked off to a wet nurse. \line Of course he was important; he was royal, but most of \line the castle's staff ached for the girl's bad fortune. \line Nursemaid Myura sighed sadly as she helped the midwife \line stitch up the child's bleeding snatch.\line\line *\line\line It was some months later when the ceremony began again. \line Some men simply never left the capital city, especially \line those who knew their number would be called soon and \line for whom it was not worth the trek home just to turn \line around again. Princess Kara requested that a language \line specialist be brought in along with the priestesses to \line help continue her education in the months that \line followed. She privately hoped that Mrs. Penna, as her \line teacher was called, would also discourage the bolder \line men from being too creative with her body. \line\line Obviously, the ceremony started differently this time. \line There was no ritual opening of the vessel, no gleeful \line anticipation of the first lottery winner. There was \line just a knock on the door, and the relentless chanting \line of the old priestess. \line\line A guard went to open the door, and Princess Kara was \line shocked to see her father standing there, stark naked, \line no mistaking his massive erection. She had not seen him \line since that night over a year ago. He had not even been \line there for the birth of her son. \line\line "What are you doing here, Father?" She sat up in bed, \line and pulled a sheet around herself. She still felt \line inexplicably modest around her papa. "I think we can \line agree my vessel has been suitably opened." \line\line King Terab grinned. His daughter looked even more like \line her mother now, with those tiny budding breasts and \line gentle birth plumpness. Her pussy even showed the \line lightest of downy hair. He stepped toward her with \line purpose. \line\line "I know, baby. This time I had to enter the lottery \line like everyone else." And with no further commentary, \line the king fucked his little girl senseless. \line\line Epilogue\line\line\line When Princess Kara's baby girl was born, spontaneous \line festivals broke out around the empire. Temples were \line rededicated to the new Empress, as Kara was soon \line crowned, and when news broke out that the baby girl was \line to be named Daris, the name quickly rose to be the \line number one name for infants, girls as well as boys. \line\line Whispered arguments soon spread through the capital \line city as to who the girl most looked like. General \line consensus was that it looked nothing like Kara's \line father, and baby's jet black eyes discounted her sired \line from anyone else within the girl's immediate family. \line Princess Kara quietly suspected Maliki, who had visited \line and raped his princess far more often than should have \line been permitted. \line\line He had nearly smothered Kara when she had started to \line scream that she wouldn't have him this time, that he \line had had his turn. This had infuriated her former \line babysitter, and as Kara was gasping for breath she \line could feel him thrust angrily inside her, bumping \line against her cervix with his dripping cock as he bit \line into her neck. He had stayed inside her long, limp, \line even after he came, long and in hot spurts. He \line whispered dark suggestions into her ear. \line\line No one protested when she had him executed the day \line after her (and quite probably his) daughter was born. \line\line It certainly wasn't the cook's baby. Despite his grand \line suggestions, Cook had not been able to grow erect. Even \line the princess' half-hearted oral attentions were met \line with only the barest reaction. He had shuffled out, \line shame-faced, squinting his eyes angrily as Mrs. Penna \line called out that perhaps kitchen boys were not the best \line preparation for getting their sovereign with child.\line\line No matter the gossip, the important fact was that it \line was the people's daughter. The North Empire was once \line again looked upon with shining favor, as the hundreds-\line year old dynasty was assured once again. Empress Kara, \line being motherless, was one of the youngest rulers ever \line crowned. Her power was absolute. At first the people \line feared her, since her first decrees were the beheading \line of one of the palace guards and the castration of her \line own father. But they soon saw her as the kind ruler she \line turned out to be, a warm and affectionate mother, and a \line wise politician. She never married, and was extremely \line happy when her own daughter turned out to be a very \line late bloomer.\line\line The End\line\par
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