Forced To Kill The Prince

by Hollie Hutchins

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  They led Cassie through rooms that looked as much like museum exhibits as like living spaces.

  Befitting a Prince and a member of a ruling family, Ronan’s home—which Cassie guessed he must share with other members of his family at various times during the year; it was hard for her to imagine him always having all this to himself—was the most luxuriously and sumptuously furnished place she had ever seen in her life. She noticed a penchant for skylights in some of the places through which she passed, and that the windows themselves tended to be wide or tall, making the place very sunny inside. Dusk would be coming soon and she tried to picture how the interior of this house must look when the changing colors of the sunlight filtered their way into the living spaces—anything to take her mind off what awaited her when the two naked young noblemen finally brought her to their destination.

  On the far side of a vast living room, they climbed a wide flight of marble stairs and passed down a hallway with exquisite art on the walls until they came to a chamber door, which Ronan opened. The three of them entered a spacious bedroom with the same kind of windows that Cassie had seen elsewhere, and yet another skylight that occupied half the ceiling. Against the wall at one end of the skylight was a bed that Cassie guessed was large enough for four people—one more person than were present right now. There were marble pillars and rich-looking area rugs, a fireplace, crystal sconces on the walls, fine pottery on tables, plush chairs and love seats, everything to say that someone of the highest privilege slept here—and that bed.

  The Princes unceremoniously dropped their clothing on one of the elaborate, thick carpets. Cassie faced them, looking brave in spite of the tremors in her stomach. She moved her eyes up and down their taught, perfect bodies and saw that the phallus of each of them—Benno’s bludgeon and Ronan’s precision tool—was erect and ready. Benno’s was so thick and heavy that it bent down as it angled forward. Ronan’s was a long, hard prong, gently rising from his crotch. The eyes of both Princes were fixed on her, and the expression of each one echoed what was happening between his legs.

  Benno commanded, “Take off your clothes. Now. Make yourself naked.”

  With a gulp, Cassie helplessly obeyed, stripping off her top, bottom, boots, and underthings and letting them rest at her feet, rendering herself bare and ever more vulnerable before them. In spite of herself, wetness pooled inside her. It was an automatic response. As beautiful as the Princes were, and even though she would have given herself to either one of them had she met them any other way, the fact remained that she had not offered them what they were now about to take.

  Benno was the first to step forward. Without gentleness he said, “Get your ass on the bed. Now.” He put his hands on her shoulders. Cassie looked anxiously past him to Ronan, who was coming up behind him, her eyes begging him to intervene. In a tone of warning, Ronan said, “Benno, remember…”

  Glancing over his shoulder at Ronan with a surly frown, Benno said, “I haven’t forgotten the terms you set down, damn you. You get to screw her first. But other things we do together, and I want her ass on the bed.”

  Roughly, Benno pulled Cassie to him and lifted her from the floor. She was perversely both terrified and excited to be in the grasp of his arms and crushed against his torso. He carried her the few steps to the bed and tossed her onto it. Her nakedness bounced on the most luxuriously soft and sleek bedspread she had ever felt, and as she came up on her bottom, first Benno and then Ronan climbed onto the bed with her, their erections throbbing. Cassie froze in place, and Benno was upon her.

  Benno sat on his knees on the bed and pulled Cassie to him again. Once more she felt the terrible thrill of his body possessing hers. “Put your arms around me,” he commanded, and she did. However roughly he was claiming her, he felt incredible, fantastic. Her hands took in the hardness and flex of his muscles as she moved them up and down his back. He lunged his face onto hers and seized her mouth in a hot, wet, cruel kiss. Cassie trembled all over from the wanton passion of the kiss. He sucked at her lips, making her open her mouth and admit his tongue. She whimpered subtly at this, but still sucked his tongue until he broke the kiss and told her, “Grope my ass.” She let her hands go lower and grasp his ample and hard buttocks, which she squeezed and kneaded, feeling them grow hot at her touch.

  At the same time as all of this, Ronan climbed around behind them and pressed his manly torso against Cassie’s back, making her feel the hardness and cut of his pecs and abs and the teasing of his hardened nipples. He grasped Cassie’s bottom and pulled it to him, and she felt him grind his bush against her buttocks with a delicious roughness. Even more delicious was what followed, when he took the precision prong of his erection and began to slide and glide it up and down the cleft between her cheeks, dry-humping her in a preview of what he would be the first to do to an even more intimate part of her. Cassie’s head swam with the sensation of Ronan slipping along her cleft and Benno plundering her mouth, and her heartbeat quickened in anticipation of what they would do next.

  She did not have long to wait. While alternately sucking her lips and feeding her his tongue, Benno brought up his big hands to her bosom and with each hand cupped one of Cassie’s breasts, squeezing and kneading them the same as she did his buttocks, and taking her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and rolling them like marbles of flesh. Meanwhile Ronan moved his hands around her hips and down to her most private place. With one hand he began to sift his fingers through her pubes, and with the other he probed the place where he would soon send what he had between the cheeks of her bottom. Cassie moaned in the middle of Benno’s kiss as Ronan’s fingers slipped up and down the soaking wet petals of her sex, then through her folds and into her passage. Under the onslaught of double foreplay, Cassie wanted to spill herself onto the bedspread, but the Princes held her in place and continued their initial conquest of her body. Ronan’s penetrating her with his fingers felt wondrous. Where first she wanted to keel over, his fingers soon had her feeling as if she could fly up to the skylight. She could only imagine the number of females on whom Ronan had practiced to make what he was doing to her so perfect.

  Benno slipped his mouth from hers and took her hands from his bottom. He moved one of Cassie’s hands to the massive bludgeon at his crotch and the other to the full and round sac behind it. In a voice husky with lust he ordered her, “Feel my piece and my balls.” And she did. Now consumed with the sensations of what the Princes were doing to her and making her do to them, Cassie stroked Benno’s man-root and palmed and gently squeezed his pouch of berries. Licking and sucking at her lips, the bear Prince told her, “Ronan will only warm you up for having me in you. I’m going to bang you within an inch of your life.”

  Cassie was sure Benno meant what he said. He would surely give her a pounding that she would feel in the marrow of her bones—as soon as Ronan had done his work on her. At the moment he had two fingers all the way in her, moving in and out of her wetness and in circles inside her, giving her a maddeningly wonderful pleasure in combination with her tugging at Benno’s pole. Ronan’s mouth was at her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking and softly biting, making the pleasure all the more torrid. How would she survive being sexed by the two of them? How would she endure the things they were doing, hour after hour, night after night, for so many years? If they continued this way, would she ever even want to be a free woman again?

  Her fingers were slick from the man-lube that oozed from Benno’s huge, curved pipe when Benno demanded, “Lie down on your stomach.”

  The long moments of pleasure suddenly turned to alarm for Cassie yet again. She took her lips from his and craned her neck around to look plaintively into Ronan’s eyes. Ronan simply nodded yes, a silent instruction to obey, and seemed to be reminding her, Remember, I go inside you first. Don’t be afraid. With a tremble, Cassie took her hands from Benno’s massive privates and felt Ronan’s fingers slide out of her sex and his piece slip away from her bottom, and she did
as she was told and lay down on the bed, displaying where Ronan had slid his tool.

  With a grunt, Benno pulled Cassie’s legs slightly apart and ordered, “Stay still. Don’t move.” Cassie looked up at Ronan again, and again he just nodded at her. She felt anxious and frightened again. While she lay in her present position Benno could lift up her hips and slip his pipe deep into her passage—but Ronan’s rules forbade him to do so until Ronan himself had been there. So what was Benno now about to do? The answer came at once—with the rude and shocking impact and the terrible smack of the hard palm of Ronan’s hand against her bottom. Cassie’s eyes bulged and she cried out in horrified alarm, her pleading expression meeting a softer look from Ronan. The dragon Prince reached out and soothingly stroked Cassie’s hair—as another hard blow from Benno connected with the softness of Cassie’s buttocks, and he continued to spank her.

  Again and again came Ronan’s blows, one after another, bringing shock and pain that Cassie knew were meant to discipline her, to put her in her place, to let her know that in spite of whatever pleasure she took from her captors, she was a captive just the same, and theirs to do with as they saw fit. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes, shutting out the gentler look that Ronan gave her, under the rain of slaps and blows that Benno gave the cheeks of her bottom that only moments ago Ronan had so sensuously explored. He smacked and spanked her relentlessly, turning her buttocks to what she was sure must be a reddened mass of hot pain. She stifled her sobs at the punishment, clinging to the last of her dignity for dear life, submitting everything but her dignity to the force and discipline of Benno’s hand wailing on her bottom. Whack, whack, whack, over and over, each blow bringing its own burst of pain…

  …until suddenly it stopped and Cassie heard Ronan’s voice say, “Enough, Benno. Enough.”

  She pried open her eyes and saw Ronan’s arm extending above her and over to Benno, and knew that he must be holding the bear Prince’s wrist to stop him spanking her any more. She heard another grunt from Benno behind her as Ronan said, “She’s mine now. Relax while I have her suck me and I eat her and screw her. Sit down until I’m done.”

  Cassie stayed in place, feeling the pain in her bottom subside while feeling a shifting on the bed that must have meant Benno was moving away to wait his turn with her. Ronan reached down and took her by one arm. “Turn over, Cassie,” he said. “I’m going to put myself in your mouth.”

  Feeling mechanical again, Cassie did as Ronan said. She caught sight of Benno lying on the other side of the bed, propped up on one shoulder, watching every move they made, until she tore her attention from him and looked up at Ronan climbing atop her. She felt his hot, long stiffness come to rest on her stomach while he reached down and took her breasts in his hands. He regarded her gently, with the same reassurance he’d shown her before, and said almost soothingly, “Relax, Cassie.” He took his piece in his hand. “Let me feed myself to you. Just relax and suck me.”

  She blinked and prepared herself as Ronan moved forward and straddled her bosom while lifting her head to meet his looming erection. He brought the tip of it to her face. She parted her lips and put forth her tongue to taste the salty sap that leaked from its eye, and he slid it over her tongue and slowly eased it into her mouth.

  Somehow, having her mouth filled with Ronan’s pulsing length was as pleasurable for Cassie as the spanking of Benno was painful. She felt as though she should be ashamed of taking pleasure in sucking Ronan’s erection. This should be mortifying to her, this most intimate act with someone who had not asked her to let him do it, but commanded her. But no, against all reason of mind or heart, sucking Ronan’s tool felt unaccountably good. No longer feeling like a robot, she actually of her own free will moved her hands up along the hair-dusted flesh and hard muscles of his thighs and around his hips to feel his firm buttocks, while he carefully rocked his tool back and forth, slowly and deliberately, orally screwing her. Ronan tossed his head back while pumping against Cassie’s face, and moaned, “Oh yes…yes, take it…suck it…” And Cassie did. Letting go of all shame and all reservations, she gave herself to the feeling of his prong sliding between her lips and along her tongue, and even tightened and relaxed her mouth as he did, giving him a feeling almost like the one they would share soon enough when he put his man-pipe between her legs. And further belying the things she thought she should feel, Ronan tasted good. His meat was delectable, and the way he serviced her mouth made her want more. She took him in and began to caress and fondle his buttocks, encouraging him to give her more. And he did. Feeling her grow more comfortable with him, he grew confident of not gagging her as he probed to the back of her mouth. Cassie tightened her hands on his butt cheeks, telling him how much she wanted it. And he gave it all to her and let her savor it.

  As much as neither of them wanted this oral bliss to end, there was still more to be desired and had. Ronan slipped his pipe from her mouth as slowly as he had put it in, and climbed down her body to lower his face to hers and embrace her lips in a delicious kiss. “You sucked me beautifully,” he said. “Now I want to taste you. Open your legs.”

  Cassie obeyed. Ronan climbed further down her body and moved his face to where his fingers had been. The glistening pink curtains of her womanhood awaited him and he did not hesitate. He took the tip of one finger and moved it up and down between her folds, making her quiver and grow wetter at his touch. He parted the petals of flesh and found the bud that received her most womanly pleasure, and he teased at it with his fingertip, sending tiny bursts of pleasure through her body. Then he moved in with his mouth and kissed the lips of Cassie’s sex, slipping his tongue inside her and sucking at her. Cassie writhed on the bed, forgetting everything that had befallen her up to this point, losing herself in the feeling of Ronan French-kissing her most tender place.

  Ronan continued at what he’d started, licking and sucking, probing with fingers and tongue, taking delight in the way he made Cassie squirm and gasp and moan. She bent her legs up and pushed herself up into his face, inviting him to take all that she had, and Ronan accepted. He sucked at her lips and licked at her love nub, driving her further and further into delight. And yes, delight was the only word for it. Cassie was still every bit the captive she had been since her arrest, but now she was the prisoner of the joy that Ronan’s oral sexing gave her. She was locked in passion and pleasure, bound by the wet, warm bliss of his lips and fingers and tongue claiming her lady parts. She truly belonged to him, and she fed herself to him as eagerly as he had done her.

  “You taste so good,” he said. “I want to make you come.” Cassie shuddered with the knowledge that the way he was eating her would soon do exactly what he said. He switched from kissing and sucking her entire sex to concentrating on the part where he would have the greatest effect. He began to lick and suck at the pulpy handle that would do the job that he intended. With waves of increasing pleasure rolling through her, Cassie wrapped her legs around Ronan, capturing him and surrendering to him at once. His tongue stroking and lapping at her most sensitive place took her higher and higher and finally delivered her to the summit of ecstasy. She cried out again, not from sharp anguish as she had done when spanked, but from mind-spinning joy as her being was flung into orgasm. She wailed again and again with the continued strokes of his tongue, until she settled back down into a steady and constant pleasure and Ronan sensed from the relaxing of her body that he had successfully climaxed her. With a final long lick of the lips of her sex, Ronan finished—and was ready for the ultimate act of his desire.

  Cassie’s legs loosened their grip on him, and he climbed back up her prone body to put himself on top of her. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his mouth. “Now I’m going to screw you, long and deep,” he said. No longer caring what their relationship really was, Cassie threw her arms around him. She kissed him, a kiss of complete acceptance, and felt her heart speed up again with her readiness for what he wanted to do. Ronan moved a hand down below to take his hardened length and aim
it where his tongue had just been, and with a smooth, sure stroke, he moved his hard-on all the way into her.

  She brought up her legs around Ronan once more and yielded her sex to him, pushing herself into his thrust and taking him in all the way to his balls. “Yes,” Ronan groaned, “yes! Show me you want it!” And Cassie did. She bucked under him as he began to pump on top of her, and their bodies joined in a horizontal dance of desire. She clutched his back up and down, then clutched at his rising and falling buttocks, and let him pump harder, building up to a quick rhythm. Cassie continued pushing up against him, making sure to take every centimeter of his erection. Ronan kissed her deeply over and over, cursing as he humped her, sounding more like a space dock worker than a Prince. “Damn, you’re wet…damn, you’re tight… Mmm, I love to stick it in you…” He kept up his rhythm, and in the midst of her own ecstatic moans and whimpers and his euphoric curses Cassie could hear the slapping of his crotch against her mound. It became like another heartbeat, and the deep and urgent thrusts of his pulsating prong inside her tight, wet channel became another pulse; the pulse of the most exquisite pleasure in the universe.

  Digging her fingernails into his ass cheeks, Cassie cried, “Don’t stop… Oh…don’t stop…give it to me, Ronan…give it to me…” And he did. He screwed away like a living engine of sex, never slowing, thrusting and pumping on and on, turning his body and hers into a fused mass of passion. The union of their flesh felt like a scorching of their souls. And Ronan kept on, pumping his piston in and out of her, reveling in her wetness and tightness and sensing her reveling in his hardness and thickness and length. His groans and grunts mingled with the sounds of her womanly joy, and Ronan knew that the joy was real; that she was not a slave submitting to a master but a partner in the most wondrous pleasure imaginable.