Epilogue 5: Princess

Princess was a mess. Her hair was frizzy and streamed with cum. Her clothes were torn and scattered around the room. There were marks all over her arms, wrists, and neck. Not to mention very distinct handprints on her tits. She hadn't slept in two days and despite fucking countless since her arrival she'd had zero orgasms and earned a whopping 37 riyals. Not that she counted on money from prostitutions to fund her lifestyle, even if she wasn't a cheap whore she'd have trouble finding enough johns to pay her more than the 6 million she got as Chief Sustainability Officer.

Her friends had warned her not to come to this country because of their strict laws, but she hadn't been worried. Sure, her legal problems had started the moment they landed, but Rulebreaker made sure that not only did she get pleasure from her illegal actions, she also suffered no real consequences.

She rubbed her bum. Ok, no permanent consequences. She was going to have a hard time sitting down for the next few days, that's for sure.

Even though she was in Saudi Arabia the transformations from the game still applied and she was **** to walk through the streets of Riyadh wearing a tube top and booty shorts. It wasn't just law enforcement that stopped her, it seemed like every man felt it was his duty to stop and scold her. And after delivering a good spanking to her they'd be satisfied and start to walk off...until she committed another major crime by asking if they wanted to fuck her for a riyal. Most had said no. Even if Sapphire's wish made people more likely to say yes, this was still Saudi Arabia, a country willing to kill people for breaking their moral code.

But she persisted, of course she did, and eventually she'd found the gangbang of a lifetime. She hadn't even told the men she didn't want to cum, they had just used with without any consideration of her pleasure. She'd barely had to try and hold back.

It had been the perfect appetizer for her meeting in a few days. It had been 3 months since her last orgasm, and 4 months since that bitch Fia had let Princess fuck the most perfect cock in the world. She was ready. She didn't know how, but she knew she was going to do it. She was going to fuck the king of Saudi Arabia.

She squirmed just thinking about it. Since her promotion to the C-suite she'd had little opportunity to indulge in her boss fantasy. The only person ahead of her at the company was the CEO, but she had so much independence that he barely felt like her boss at all. The board of directors kind of counted too, but they were scattered around the country and barely ever met in person. She'd tried committing crimes to get in front of a judge, but usually they just spanked her and sent her away.

She'd already fucked the Prime Minister, and several other politicians, but their power over her felt more nebulous and while the Minister for Climate Change and Energy had been a good fuck, the rest had been pretty lackluster.

But a King? A veritable tyrant with complete authority over her, at least while she was in his country? That was a man worth cumming over.

She was just glad his father finally died. She would have tried of course, but who knows if a 97 year old man could have even gotten it up, no matter how hot she was. The current King was still a bit old, and well, he was no Hugh Jackman, but he was quickly proving to be even more of a despot than his father. She couldn't wait to submit to him.

She stood up and looked around for anything she could use to cover up. Seeing nothing she decided she could use a bit more fun and walked out of the room fully nude.

She made in 20 steps before she got spanked again.

It was a few hours later than she finally made it to her hotel room.

"Ms. Cumslut? Are you ok? What happened?! I've been so worried!" A concerned voice said as soon as she entered the room.

Princess grinned, "What this? I'm like, totz fine! Now take off your clothes and come shower with me."

"But are you really ok? We should take you to a hospital."

"What a great idea!" She said automatically, "But no. I'm fine. Like, just get naked."

He grumbled, but finally obeyed. Princess had hired him ostensibly to be a male chaperone while she was in this country, but really he was just here to help her shower and to provide sexual relief in case she hadn't been able to find locals to entertain her. Sapphire had introduced them. Niven was an up and coming artist, which meant he was totally broke. Broke enough to take her money to be her boy-toy and dumb enough to not ask too many questions.

With his help she slipped into the water and wash over her. She winked at him, "Like...want a blowjob for a dollar?"

Princess should have been exhausted. After recovering in her hotel room for a day she'd had to begin the talks with representatives of the Saudi government about their project. Using her ability here was tricky. With her own employees back in Australia it was easy to call out the liars. She just told them flat out, 'You're lying', and if they pushed back she could fire them. Here, she had to be careful. An accusation of lying could derail the whole talks, even if it were true.

Of course she hadn't become CSO just because of her pretty face. She'd worked hard to built her skills to earn her position. She might be a cheap whore, but she was also a brilliant executive. She took her time slowly outmaneuvering the officials until slowly but surely they made progress. The meetings stretched on until the night day after day but finally they had an agreement.

There was just one final thing to do. They needed royal assent.

Due to the nature of this project the King himself had asked to meet with her.

Of course Princess wanted a private meeting, but that wasn't something she could even ask for. Not aloud anyway. She'd only have a few minutes of his time, a few minutes to convince him that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She had a plan. The trait that made people want to sexually harass her varied based on the level of authority over her. Since he had ultimate authority in this country all she had to do was get within 5 feet of him and he was bound to smack her ass. She had it on good authority that he was an ass man and hers was world class, she was sure of it.

Finally it was time. It had taken longer than expected to make it to the audience room, just because many, many officials complained about her attire, but finally she was here.

She walked in and there he was. To most women he was a misogynistic tyrant who stomped on his people's freedom, but to her...he was a God.

Her plan faltered immediately. She found herself on her knees, still far from him, overwhelmed by the desire brought on by her transformations.

She opens her mouth to speak, but she can't make herself say anything. Her mouth is dry. Her mind is swimming.

The King stares at her. Then he leans to the side and whispers something to an attendant.

The attendant nods and stands upright. He snaps his fingers. Before she understand what's going on there are guards beside her. They drag her to her feet and out of the room. She doesn't resist, but she is confused. Normally Rulebreaker takes care of everything. Why aren't they just spanking her?

They bring her to a room in the depths of the palace. She can't believe it. An actual freaking dungeon!

They chain her hands above her head and immediately start whipping her. She'd read that the country had abolished flogging years ago, but perhaps rulebreaker made an exemption to her.

She'd been spanked many times, but never flogged. The pain is exquisite. Her inner masochist is ready to cum after just a few strikes, but she has lots of practice holding back. She won't cum until the King gives permission.

She spends days being spanked, slapped, and whipped by her torturers. The punishments from the game protect her from serious consequences. Her offense to the King was great enough that rulebreaker made this scenario for her, but it would never actually let her get hurt. The whip stings, the spanks leave her ass red, and the slaps make her see stars, but by the time she falls asleep each night her body is recovered and ready for more.

Eventually things change. She is brought, in chains, to the King's private rooms.

She keeps her eyes down on the ground as she's made to kneel. Then she hears footsteps and hears a deep voice speak, "All is forgiven."

She looks up and sees the King. She's a little confused, she is in chains still, but she's ready for her private meeting.

The King smiles, "I spoke to your Prime Minister. He said you are a good little cocksucker."

"Yes I am! Like, thanks!" She said automatically.

"Prove it."

His words were music to her ears. Despite the heavy chains weight her down, it only took her seconds to latch onto his cock with her mouth. She instantly felt the sensation of his cock in her pussy and mewled. The power imbalance was driving her wild and she wanted nothing more than to skip this appetizer and offer her pussy as the main course.

She put everything she had into making him cum and soon she was rewarded with a mouthful of warm, sticky cum. She looked up at him and smiled, but he just sighed.

"Disappointing."

Her heart dropped. Seriously? What did he want from her?

"Do you, like, want to fuck my pussy?" She asked. Then because she felt compelled to, she added, "For just 10 riyals!"

He glanced down at her, "Prostitution is illegal in his country. A very serious crime."

She nodded, "Yes sir, totz right! Wanna like, punish me?"

Slowly a smile spread across his face, "Yes...3 months should do."

"In prison?" She asked, rather surprised. She'd never been jailed or even threatened with jail before.

"No. You will serve me. Here. I shall train you and then you can return and teach your Prime Minister what a good cocksucker is really like. But first...100 strikes. Let's begin."

Princess licked her lips in anticipation. 3 months with the King. This was going to be wonderful!

She'd been wrong. Very, very wrong.

It seems the King had no desire to have sex with her. Besides the initial blowjob she didn't even get to see him. She spent her days being spanked and flogged for her apparent moral failings and her evenings 'learning' how to be better whore with that appeared to be any man in the palace except the King.

The fact that the King had ordered it made it somewhat hot for her. After all she really couldn't just leave on her own. But still. It wasn't the same.

When they finally released her she couldn't get out of the country fast enough. 6 months since her last orgasm. 6 months!

She knew exactly what she had to do.

Once she landed back in Australia she didn't bother going home. She directed the taxi to the estate of Miles and Fia, prepared to throw herself on their mercy. She needed that oh so perfect cock!

Fia let her in with a wicked grin.

"Well look who's back? MY husband isn't here. I suppose you were looking for him?" Fia said.

"Yes. Please. I, like, really need it." Princess begged.

"Well he told me he doesn't want your old pussy any more. He said you're all used up." Fia said sternly.

"You're lying! He totz didn't say that!"

"Damn, I forgot I can't lie to you," Fia rolled her eyes, "Fine. He actually likes you, although I can't fathom why."

Princess smiled, "So when is he like, coming home? I really need his cock!"

Fia didn't answer right away. Instead she turned and walked away. Princess waited for a second, then hurried after her.

Fia finally stopped in their office. She sat down in a chair and then pointed to the floor, "Kneel."

Princess hesitated, but then obeyed. She knelt in front of Fia, "What's going on?"

"How is work going?" Fia asked.

"Like, it's great. I'm totz good at my job." Princess answered.

"You are, I'm sure. But are you happy?"

Princess blinked. She was...wasn't she? Well...she had been. Truthfully her job satisfaction had been slowly dropping over time. She had so much responsibility it made it hard to cut loose for some fun, no-strings-attached, sex. She felt like her boring corporate side was always at odds with her bimbo sex fiend persona.

"Y-yes." She finally answered.

Fia smiled knowingly, "I think you should quit."

"What? Like, why?"

Fia grabbed a pile of papers on the desk and tossed them to Princess. They scattered as they fell and she had to move to scoop them all up. When she did she noticed immediately what it was. She looked up at Fia, "An employment contract?"

"You find your boss attractive don't you? What if my Miles was your boss?"

Princess's heart started racing, just imaging that possibility.

"Of course, I would be too," Fia said with a grin, "Read the whole thing. It's not exactly legal, but you'll be happy to follow along, won't you?"

Princess did read it. Fia was right, most of the provisions in the contract were not enforceable in court. But of course, that didn't matter. Provided Princess and Fia agreed to these terms, Rulebreaker would still apply.

"This...like...um..." Princess didn't even know what to say.

Quit her 7 figure dream job to become a live in maid? It was ridiculous. Not to mention that the contract asked her to hand over all her assets to Fia, paid just $1 a day, and had all sorts of ridicules restrictions and demands. She couldn't. There was no way.

"You have time to think about it. Miles will be back next Friday. Why don't you read the final clause? I think that will make your decision for you."

Princess flipped to the back and gasped.

• Orientation will consist of a tour of the mansion and grounds, an overview of daily duties, and sexual intercourse with the owners.

"Owners?" Princess said aloud.

"That's right. You didn't think you'd get Miles without me, did you? I thought his perfect cock was worth a little pussy eating? Well anyway I look forward to hearing your decision. Now fuck off. You look exhausted. Go home and get some rest. I'm sure I'll see you Friday."

Princess nodded dumbly and eventually made her way back home. She had a lot to think about.

Princess looked at herself in the mirror. She looked perfect. She turned around and walked out of her bathroom and into her living room. Her home felt strangely cold and empty. She glanced at her phone on the counter and reached for it, but stopped herself. That was going to be a hard habit to break. She was used to being on her phone constantly. Oh well, she'd get used to it.

She stepped out into the hallway and let the door fall closed behind her. She didn't bother locking it. After all, it wasn't her stuff anymore.

She made her way downstairs and out of the building. Her appearance definitely got a few stares, and several men grabbed her ass as she went by, but she somehow managed to restraint herself and didn't proposition any of them.

A car was waiting for her. The driver complimented her tits, but otherwise said nothing as they drove off into the countryside. Normally she had to get out at the gate and walk, but today the gate opened and she was delivered straight to the front door. She thanked the driver and entered the home.

She strolled in and made a beeline for the living room where she expected to find her new Masters, but she ran into Fia almost immediately.

Remembering her contract she offered a slight bow, "Good morning Mistress."

Fia clicked her tongue, "That's not a curtsey you dumb cow. 15 seconds and you've broken your first rule."

Princess's heart started to race, "I'm like, so sorry!"

Fia giggled, "And you just said like! That was in the contract too I'm afraid. Turn around. Let's start with a little correction, shall we?"

Fia was still spanking her when Miles walked in. Princess's mouth started watering immediately. He waited for Fia to finish and then walked over and immediately grabbed Princess's tits.

"Hello. Naughty, are we?" He asked as he groped her.

"Yes Master, I'm like, so so naughty!" She admitted.

Miles smiled. Despite the fact that his boobs were bigger than hers, Princess felt like he was the manliest man in the world. He stared at her and she found herself lost in his eyes, "What do you desire?" He finally asked.

"I want...I want...I like totz want you to fuck my pussy!"

Fia came up from behind and deftly removed Princess's tutu and then immediately afterwards the chastity belt, "Go ahead dear," Fia whispered, "Fuck this whore."

Seconds later Miles had her pushed up against the wall, his giant dick buried in her pussy. She screamed in pleasure as she came, her first orgasm in half a year. It was so good she passed out, just for a second, but as she came to she knew for sure...she'd made the right decision.

She didn't need that corporate job. She just needed this. The perfect cock and the perfect boss.

Fia stroked her cheek, "You didn't foget about me did you? Be a dear and eat my pussy." Fia slowly pushed Princess down to her knees.

Princess wasn't gay. She wasn't. Not really. But Fia? Fia was her boss. Like Miles she now held extraordinary power over her. It was so hot.

She wasn't gay, but she could make an exception.

She closed her eyes, and licked.