Say nothing

That was the moment where I snapped. Just grabbed Celine's hand pulled her hard towards me, ignoring her screams ... and claws. I still remembered something from the knightly training, so I just twisted her hand behind her head and **** her over my knees. I switched the hand keeping her put with my left hand now. With right one i hiked her dress up, exposing her pantalons. With one swift motion i slid them down and without taking a big swing i slapped her ass cheek with my hand.

My hand might not be rock hard, but it did get some calluses. I wasn't some spoiled prince who never held a sword in his hand. I slapped harder and harder. Ignoring the cries. First the fake ones, then the real ones, drowned in larynx by the real tears. I only stopped when the cries stopped replaced by the helpless weeping, and when her ass turned deep red.

I pushed her down onto the floor. Weeping and crying. The room was finally quiet. Every single one of my wives stunned in silence at what happened?

"You want a new car?" I barked at Eve. She shook in a bit without responding. "Do you?" I repeated myself and got a shy nod.

"You're going to earn it..." I said standing up and loosing up my belt. I grabbed Eve by her hair. Beautiful luscious brown hair. Then pulled them down, forcing her onto her knees. "Open your mouth!" I ordered my bitchy wife and as she did I pulled her hair again making her wrap her mouth around my cock.

I face fucked her while the rest of them were watching. One tried to turn back but one bark of "watch" made her stop in her tracks.

"You are terrible at this" I told Eve as I started pumping my cum into her face. "This terrible blowjob would earn a street whore maybe fifty. Only ten thousands more and you'll get a new car"

"I'm done playing nice. If any of you go over budget even by a cent next month I'll sell you to a whorehouse to make the money back. Is that understood? Yes? Good!" I said standing up and fixing my pants, before walking outside. In need a drink.

"Come sit!" the old baron said to his daughter.

"No. I think it'll be better if I stand by my husband" responded Honorata.

"I see. Well that's good manners, glad to see you are still such a good girl" her father said and smiled broadly oblivious of the expressions of his wife and every other person standing in the room. Old fool was always deceived by Honorata's sweet exterior, even though literally everyone else saw right through it.

The reason why she insisted on standing was of course not because she wanted to be polite. Her ass was simply purple from welts of the belt I put on her back side after she broke my favourite vase. I believe she will be sleeping ass up for another few days.

"No. Of course you can't" I said ignoring Denise's tears. She was so close to cumming, and it's true I did promise her she'll be able to cum this year... after she gets the permission. But I'm allowed to change my mind and not give it to her right? Instead I grabbed her arms and cuffed them behind her back once more. **** cunt tried to make herself come by rubbing her thighs together. What an insatiable wanton whore she was. I quickly put the end to it slapping her thigh with all my ****, then re-attaching a spreader bar between her knees. Last was chastity belt over her pussy of course, and steel bra over her breasts.

Once done I sat down besides her and pet her hair. "I know, I know you're **** my little whore, but I swear, I'll let you come eventually if you are a good anal slut for me next year". She didn't seem to believe me. "I never lied to you right? So I'll make a deal with you, make me cum in your ass every day next year, and you'll start a following year with a mind blowing orgasm. How about it?"

Of course she agreed. I never lied to her after all. It'll be fun to have her beg me to violate her back-door whole year, then deny her anal sex on the new years eve next year and watch that desperation and despair as she realises she won't get to cum again...

Life was quite good since then. Once I gained control I found that I was not the only one fed up with my wives. None of the families came to their help. I know some of them tried. Some even rejoiced when they found out. Having Eunice serve her own parents as a chamber maid and them treating her as ruthlessly as they would any other servant girl was a coupe-de-grace that completely broken her.

Since then I just made her my maid. Constantly dressed in a sexy french maid costume. With black leather shoes on a high heel. Fishnet stockings covering her slender legs. White underwear under a short black dress and white apron on top. No jewellery allowed. And made her subservient to every single other member of the household. Including other servants. I didn't fuck her often, but I did make her clean up my dick with her mouth every time I'd fuck any other wife. Of course made her lick up their cunts too, can't let my precious cum be spoilt after all right?

I went to far however. I must have. Because otherwise why would they risk retribution by stabbing me in a chest once I feel asleep one night. Which one of those harpies did eventually. Dammit.