The dungeon

Logan kept a firm grip on Marcia's arm as he marched the naked blonde through the castle halls, and gave her ass a swat with his free hand every few steps. Finally, they arrived at a set of heavy wooden double doors. Logan pulled open one of the doors and roughly shoved Marcia in.

Marcia gasped at what she saw. It was the most well-equipped dungeon she had ever seen. Surely, Lord Deamon himself would have been impressed. "Are you afraid, slut?" Logan asked his lips close to Marcia's ear.

"A little, Sir," she answered, her voice trembling.

"Very good slut," he said as he moved directly behind her. He began to caress her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples making them hard and pointed. "A good **** fears her master as much as she loves him."

"Lord Deamon's third scroll, paragraph two. 'Woa be to the woman that does not fear and love her master in equal measure. For through her fear, he may control and discipline her. In her love, she will find obedience, and through her obedience, her master's love."

"Very good slut, I'm impressed," he said with a genuine smile. "So many options to teach you to fear me. The stocks, the spanking bench, the whipping post, the bondage horse, the bondage swing, The Saint Andrew's Cross, and so much more," he continued now twisting her nipples painfully. "Where to begin?" he asked with a laugh.

"Wherever you wish sir," she said wincing in pain as he continued to twist her nipples.

"That's right slut, it is wherever I wish. Can you tell me why?"

"Lord Deamon's first scroll, paragraph one. 'A man carries with him the seed that is necessary for life. Only through pleasure can this seed be given. Therefore, the inferior woman's duty is to provide a man with sufficient pleasure so that he may gift her his seed. If the seed takes root, it is her Holy Duty to carry his child."

"I'm impressed slut," Logan laughed. "You won't be carrying my child anytime too soon, but, let's see if you can earn my seed," he continued as he pulled her over to a cabinet where he took out a black leather single glove with a small metal ring at the end. He quickly placed her arms in the leather glove and cinched it tight forcing her elbows together painfully. He then grabbed a long length of chain with clips at either end. Logan took Marcia to the center of the dungeon, clipped one end of the chain to Marcia's since glove, ran the chain up through a pulley, and pulled hard forcing Marcia to bend over. The last step, now that Marcia was in position, was to clip the other end of the chain to an eye ring in the dungeon floor, ensuring she could not stand. "There, comfortable, slut?" Logan asked as he inspected Marcia's slit, and found it slick with desire.

"No, Sir," she answered as he began to pump his index and middle fingers in and out of her pussy.

"Then it's a good thing your comfort doesn't matter, isn't it slut?"

"Yes, Sir," she said with a slight whine as he removed his fingers from her pussy, he had been pressing on her G-spot, and she was so close to cumming.

"My father is a very wise man, did you know that slut?" Logan asked as he put his fingers up to Marcia's mouth. She took them in and began sucking her own juices off of them.

"Mmmhmm," she answered as she continued to suck Logan's fingers clean.

"Do you know what one thing he has taught me is?" he asked as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. Before she could answer he began walking toward a rack of paddles.

"No, Sir. I am sure His Majesty has taught you several things."

"True, but, one of my favorite things he has taught me, is that few things make a bitch behave quite like a dose of the paddle." _WHACK! _Without warning, Logan landed a full-**** swat on Marcia's defenseless ass.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Marcia's scream echoed off the walls and rang in her own ears. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Three more equally hard swats landed each drawing another pained scream, leaving Marcia's ass red and bruised, and Marcia herself in tears.

"Make no mistake slut," Logan said tapping the paddle against Marcia's ass, getting ready to deliver another hard swat, "if you are chosen as my bridal ****, this is what you will get every day. It might be a paddle, a whip, my hand, a leather strap, or maybe even a combination of implements. Maybe I'll work you up and deny you release, maybe I'll leave you in a dunk tank programmed to nearly drown you before letting you get a single breath and doing it again, at any rate, if I choose you, you will be punished daily no matter how well you behave."

"Yes, Sir," she answered through her tears. "I need daily discipline, I need a strict master."

"I have no doubt," Logan said, again tapping Marcia's ass with the paddle. "You're getting twelve more slut. I want you to count them properly."

"Yes, Sir," Marcia answered her voice quivering. WHACK! "AAAHHHH! One, Sir!" WHACK! "OWWW! "Two, Sir!" WHACK! "AAAAHHHHH! Three sir!" WHACK! "Four, Sir!" On and on it went until the last swat had landed and Marcia stood as limply as her bondage allowed sobbing loudly.

"Well, slut, now I have a problem," Logan said as he placed the paddle back in its place, and retrieved a ring gag. He paced the ring gag into her mouth and buckled the strap making sure it was as tight, and uncomfortable as possible. "I'm hard as fuck and I don't think you deserve a cock in your pussy. What do you think I should do, Slut?"

"Uck I ow er," was Marcia's muffled reply.

"If that was stupid fucking slut for 'fuck my throat Sir' you're absolutely right," Logan said as he took out his hard cock. He grabbed Marcia's head and inserted his cock into her mouth through the ring gag. He pulled her head forward by her long blonde hair as he thrust his hips forward burying himself in Marcia's mouth until her nose pressed against his pelvis and his balls against her chin. He held her there laughing at her until she nearly blacked out. She coughed, gagged. and took **** gulps of air when he finally relented. It was then that Marcia's brutal throat fucking truly began. He began thrusting his hips fast and hard, driving deep into her mouth several times. "Mmm, you have a wonderful face-pussy slut," he said through gritted teeth as he began to spray his cum down into Marcia's stomach.

Once he had come down from his orgasmic high he removed the ring gag and Marcia looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Thank you, Sir, for disciplining me, fucking my throat, and feeding me your cum."

A few minutes later, Logan brought Marcia back into the throne room. There, he found his father sitting on the throne, listening to one of his advisors as his mother lay next to the throne, and the other three Ducessas stood nearby still as statues, no doubt trying to impress him, still completely naked.

"Take a look whores," he said as he led Marcia in front of them and showed them her heavily bruised ass. "Anyone having second thoughts?"

"No, Prince Logan," the three answered together.

He began walking the line of Ducessas again, trying to decide which he would choose and what he would do with her.

Which Ducessa will Logan sample next? Answer in comments

A) Melissa Alderman of The Coastal Plains

B) Alana Zerhan of The Highlands

C) Lucia Unai of The Alusk Valley