R2-Nicole-p3

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Alex made his way back to the Queen's chambers. His belly was full and a shy kitchen maid had tended his wounds. He had had worse. Luckily there were no broken bones and only his ribs gave him much pain. He slid onto the small fur pallet in the waiting chamber and fell into a dark slumber, hoping the Queen would not be furious that he had left the evil man's presence without permission. She was a cruel woman, but even she hated to see him overly mistreated…if he was too damaged to entertain her and her chosen companion of the moment she was forced to choose another slave and she had a definite penchant for Alex. He dreamed of the water of the cold lake near his home…he dreamed of diving into its deep blue currents and swimming to deep for pursuit. He dreamed of red lips, silken hair and a gentle voice. He turned in his sleep and gave a small grimace of pain. He reached, in his dreams, through cold water to touch the beauty before him…he knew that the beauty too wanted to…needed to be free.

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Fox made his way back through the unfamiliar corridors and flushed when he noticed that many of the stone statues had writhing slaves impaled and spread open on them. He couldn't help but stare at them…obviously impaled on stone phalluses. The mouth of one pretty slave was spread open by a leather-encased phallus that had been placed in the hand of the statue impaling him. Bright blue eyes peered at Fox from beneath a heavy shade of black lash and there was real suffering in those eyes. Fox judged the slave to be near his own age of eighteen, the smooth torso was flawless and heavy clamps clasped pert pink nipples. He moved toward the now whimpering slave and reached out a hand to smooth the shock of black hair from his face. He couldn't just leave him there!

"So I see you are a very bad little boy. You need a firm hand, beautiful one."

Fox spun about at the sound of the raspy voice. He instinctively backed away from the man. The smell of cherry flavored tobacco was a sickening cloud surrounding them. He felt the slave's body pressed to his silk-encased back and he lifted his chin defiantly.

"Who are you to speak to me so?" Prince Fox's voice held very little tremble and he was pleased by that, as the man terrified him.

A long fingered hand reached for him and he slapped it away.

Black, poisonous eyes glared with instant rage. "You dare! You dare little slave? You will soon be begging me for mercy."

"I will deal with my slave, my lord." Walter's voice was filled with barely suppressed rage and as he approached his size dwarfed the Dark Man and instinctively he drew away from the muscular Crown Prince.

Walter grabbed Fox by one arm and jerked him to his brawny chest with a dark glare. "You will learn obedience, Beauty, and you will learn it quickly." He tore away Fox's purloined robe with one swipe of his massive fist. "Slaves are not allowed clothing. Ever!"

"I fear he will be too much for you, your highness, he is an uppity beauty."

Walter turned to face the Dark Man and grabbed the man by the throat. "You will do well to stay away from this one. I know not why my mother panders to you. I know not why she lends you her own slave, but heed me. If you ever touch *my* slave I will make sure it is the last thing you ever do!" He tossed the man away from him and with one last glare he pushed Fox before him and took his leave.

The Dark Man stroked his abused neck and spit out a piece of tobacco. The Crown Prince was too dangerous by far. He would not yield easily…if at all. He let a small, ugly smile slide over his thin, pale lips. Soon Haneria would be no more and Walter would grace the home of one of his allies…maybe as a laborer or perhaps stuffed and displayed to warn other upstarts the folly of resistance. The allies had a thirst for pretty slaves, but they had other needs as well, darker needs, all of which he supplied quite happily. He would make Walter watch as he trained the beautiful Fox, Beauty as Walter so aptly named him. He would see how a little pretty could be turned into the most obedient sex toy. His cock swelled heavily as he imagined those ripe lips stretched taut over cock after cock, some human some not. He remembered that he was looking for his lovely Alex. He would keep them both perhaps. He would be rewarded well should he sell either but he could not imagine parting with the green-eyed beauty, the queen's personal whore, but then Fox was a scrumptious feast for anyone with an eye for beauty. He went in search of Alex. He would teach the little slut to heel if he had to break every bone in the beautiful body to do it.

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"I was hungry…"

"Not another word," Walter hissed.

"But, you were asleep…" Fox protested, crimson with shame as he felt his naked genitals swaying with the hurried strides he was forced to make in order to keep up with the Crown Prince.

"I said not another word, Beauty. You are going to be punished enough as it is without adding more transgressions to the list."

"But you can't blame me for being hungry…I…" Fox stopped at the dark look he received and he looked down at his feet, confused.

When they reached the bedchamber Fox was surprised when he was pushed onto the bed and pulled into Walter's strong embrace. "You will sleep now…tomorrow will come soon enough for your punishments."

Fox wanted to protest, wanted to rail at the big man holding him so close. He felt the soft brush of lips along his jaw and he gasped in surprise.

Walter was more surprised than Fox. By all rights, he should be whipping the slave harshly, yet all he felt was relief that he had not been touched by that Dark bastard and a tenderness holding the lovely body close.

"You are forbidden to leave this room unescorted…*ever*! Do you understand? You are far too tempting to roam about, and I will *not* share you, Beauty."

Fox felt the hard bulge at his backside and he felt the familiar tremble of lust that this man evoked in him. He nodded emphatically, though he didn't understand at all. The vision of the pretty green-eyed slave, laying so abused on the floor made him shudder and he turned into Walter's large chest. "Will you hurt me very much?" His voice was but a whisper.

Walter cleared his throat gruffly. "You will be punished and that is all you need to know." He felt his love tremble and surprised himself by kissing the silken hair, "But I would never truly hurt you, my Beauty, my sweet Fox." His eyes were wide in the dark and he cleared his throat again. "However, you will still wish you hadn't disobeyed me! I will not give you such softness that you think to wrap me around your fingers…so be advised about that!"

Fox nodded into the large neck and whispered against the strong muscles there. "I understand."

Walter smiled tenderly at that. Beauty was such a smart slave. He patted the naked back and slid an appreciative hand down to cup the lush buttocks. "I will see to it that you do…tomorrow after you have rested a bit."

Fox yawned sleepily as Walter's fingers worked their way between his rounded cheeks. His eyes blinked open as a large digit began to play at his sensitive anus. AS he tensed intuitively the large hand moved to swat his ass.

"When your master begins to play with you there, you will immediately spread yourself and raise your buttocks for his play."

After another swat Fox rolled to his stomach and reached behind himself to spread open his own buttocks. He spread his sleekly muscled thighs and raised his ass for Walter's pleasure.

Walter crooned his approval and resumed his play. He placed fingers to Fox's lips so that Fox could taste himself and slicken the passage of the thick fingers in his ass. He began to whimper as the fingers found his prostrate and stroked that little nub of pleasure. He was panting after several minutes and Walter growled in response.

Walter rearranged his beauty so that Beauty's head rested between Walter's feet and his thigh were spread open over Walter's own. He lifted that ass to his face and began to lick the salty pink flesh and tongue the small twitching hole. He pulled the cheeks hard apart and tried to devour the sweet flesh. He sounded like a ravenous beast and Fox could only whimper in desire and shame. He wanted to be filled with Walter's large cock. He squirmed, skewered on that silken tongue, until Walter pushed him away before covering him. The entire weight of the massive prince almost crushed Fox as his ass was entered quickly. The combination of little oxygen and the incredible feeling of the almost violent fucking made Fox light-headed and he tried to scream his lust as he came at his master's urging.

Feeling the spasming muscles clenching him like dozens of hot vices Walter roared out his own orgasm and thrust wildly into his slave, his lover. Fox's body rocked at the wild, deep thrusts, and Walter screamed again and again as pleasure coursed through his veins. His Beauty was so tight and hot…so brilliantly beautiful. He pulled Fox's unconscious body up and lay the sweaty young man on top of his heavy frame. He cradled the beauty to his chest and kissed the pretty mole as Fox fell into a deep sleep.

"I love you, Beauty. I will never let you go. *Never.*"

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Jo's turn!