[GM/P] The great hall

Nezihe was led through a maze of corridors, never really getting her bearings. That was probably intentional to the design of the keep. She was stopped in front of two huge, oaken doors while two of the guards pushed them open. She was pushed forward into a massive hall. Stained glass cast the space in a rainbow of colors. The whole hall was designed around a raised platform highlighting the power of the throne that sat on it. In the throne, Kyran Cadell lounged. He was so comfortable in his power he barely had to do anything to command the room.

At the center was a padded, raised table around 3ft high. Nezihe was led to it and pushed onto her back. One guard secured her arm bars to the top while the others locked her legs into place. She struggled against them a little but couldn’t do anything meaningful. She looked back at the head of the hall and saw Kyran with a eyebrow raised and a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Sons and daughters of the keep,” His voice was booming and rich. It sent a shiver down her spine again, “we have a new harem girl. And, excitingly, she still has a little fight in her. So we all have to break her in!”

A cheer went up among the gathered crowd. Nezihe thrashed against her bonds but to no avail. She was chained down with no chance of escape.

He slapped the ass of one of the women next to him, “Aysu, why don’t you go warm her up for us.”

The black haired woman nodded happily at the man who must be her father and gleefully waltzed to Nezihe’s side. She reached a hand down and began to trace a nail around one of the girl’s massive breasts, spiraling in on her sensitive nipples. Nezihe couldn’t help but moan as the girl’s fingers found their target and began to pinch and twist. [Stimulation 30/100] Her other hand found its way between Nezihe’s pale folds to her clitoris. Aysu, as her father had called her, smiled down at Nezihe on discovering her wetness.

“She might resist, but she’s a natural born whore!” Her voice rang clear as she lifted up her fingers to show off Nezihe’s wetness. Her hand went back to the captive girl’s clit and began furiously rubbing at her button, getting her ready for the coming onslaught. [60/100]

A moan escaped Nezihe’s lips. She couldn’t deny her body. As the girl teased her nipples and her clit, the pleasure began to build between her legs. She knew she would be dripping, ready for the first cock to attempt to breed her, and she hated herself for it. But the pleasure built anyway.

“She’s ready, father.”

Kyran descended from the dais, freeing his cock as he went. Even upside down, Nezihe’s jaw dropped at the member that would soon be taking her. He was as this around as her closed fist and nearly as long as her arm. She understood how he could be so potent as to have bred an entire town. He walked slowly, relishing watching the sight of his cock sink in for her. He positioned himself between her legs and slid his hard cock up and down her slit. The teasing was ****. She didn’t want him inside her, but at the same time she’d never wanted anything more. [80/100]

Kyran found his captive’s entrance and pushed forward, parting her folds. Nezihe screamed as the massive member split her open. Her pussy hugged every vein on the man’s cock as he entered her. She’d fooled around with a village boy before, but she might as well have been a virgin the way he was stretching her pussy. [111/100, -1 will]

Nezihe moaned as she came on the man’s cock. She hated herself for taking pleasure in this, but her body couldn’t be stopped. Her pussy fluttered around Kyran’s dick, her muscles milking him for a climax he wasn’t quite ready for. He laughed above her. “Someone protested a bit too much! Aysu. Shut her up.”

Aysu happily came to sit on Nezihe’s face. This was something she relished. The taste of another woman calmed her a bit, made her relax into her ****. [Stimulation 21/100] Kyran relished Nezihe’s tight pussy, stroking long and slow as he broke her in for her coming gang breeding [Stimulation 47/100]. He himself moaned at her tightness and at the sight of her and Aysu. Aysu, for her part, was beginning to grind on Nezihe’s face as the pale girl beneath her dipped her tongue into her pussy, lapping at her juices.

Nezihe felt Kyran grab her hips and thrust as deep as he could. His cock twitched against her cervix and she knew the first load of the night had been deposited deep in her womb. [Stimulation 72/200] He held himself inside her, making sure his seed had the best chance of breeding his newest harem girl.

[Pregnancy: 100. Number of children: 1. Pregnancy duration: 127 days.]

In her heart, she knew she was most fertile that night. He’d chosen exactly the right time for the town to breed her and he’d soon have another son or daughter to populate his keep. Aysu screamed and drenched Nezihe’s face in her juices as she came too. Nezihe lapped eagerly at the girl, trying not to think about the baby she knew was growing in her belly. ‘

“Have at her!” Kyran withdrew from her triumphantly as if also knowing he’d sired another child successfully.

He was quickly replaced by another thick, veiny cock in her dripping pussy. This new man saw her only as a hole to be quickly fucked and left. He thrust fast and hard, using her stretched hole for his pleasure alone. Nezihe felt the pleasure building between her legs again as another woman straddled her face, using her face as a toy to get off. [Stimulation 99/100] Before she could quite crest, she felt his seed spurt inside her already bred womb. The next cock that entered her finished what the second man had started. As soon as he bottomed out, his pubic bone pressing against her clit, Nezihe screamed into the pussy she was currently eating as her hips bucked and her own cunt walls squeezed the man’s cock, begging for a load he wasn’t quite ready to deposit. [-1 will]

She had no idea how many pussies she got off nor how many men came inside her that night. By the end she was covered in the juices of what felt like scores of men and women. Her poor, abused cunt was leaking cum and had long since gone numb from overstimulation. But eventually her gang **** was finally complete. [-4 will, -1 maximum will] Two guards unlocked her from the breeding bed and carried her back to the dungeon. She was delirious, but she made brief eye contact with Amaia who looked sad for her as she was walked past. They deposited her in the middle of her cell and rechained her ankle to the centerpoint as unnecessary as that was in her current state. Nezihe passed out, crusty with the juices of everyone in the keep and most assuredly carrying someone’s child.