The Wedding of Prince Logan and Ducessa Alana

Being the male child, and heir to the throne meant that that Logan would be married first. Early in the morning, he strode into the dungeon and smiled at the sight of Alana placed on the spanking bench in her wedding dress. The tight-fitting white fabric hugged her every curve perfectly. His smile broadened at the sight of her bare ass sticking out from the hole in the skirt, and the piece of the control belt that fell between her cheeks. The device had not been removed since he had chosen her as his bridal **** and she was **** for release.

"I've been looking forward to this day, haven't you?" Logan asked as he ran his hand over the exposed flesh of her ass cheeks with one hand and held the remote control to her control belt in the other.

"Yes, Master," she said with a moan as the control belt shut off and denied her much-needed relief.

"Did you know Doctor Cortis finished another update to the control belts last night?"

"No, Master."

Would you like to know what the new function is?"

"If it would please you, Master."

"Well, the belts now have a new edging mode. Instead of pushing you to the edge and then shutting off to deny you, it will push you right to the edge, and keep you there. And, I've just put your belt in edging mode," he said as he pressed the button that would put the belt in its new mode.

"Oh-ho-oh, Master please!" Alana pled as the dildo and anal plug began vibrating again.

"We don't have a whole lot of time, so let's get to your spanking shall we?" he asked completely ignoring her plea. "I asked you a question, Alana," he said pulling her hair.

"Yes, please Master," she said through gritted teeth. She had been teased and denied so much that it had only taken seconds for her body to reach the edge and now, as promised she hung there. Logan went to a large rack of straps and selected a dark brown strap that was wide and thick.

"You know Alana, my father can discipline a woman with any woman with unmatched skill. Truly a gift from Lord Deamon. Do you know what his favorite implement to use is?"

"No, Master."

"He prefers paddles and I cannot argue their effectiveness. However, I lack the skill he has with them, I just can't seem to get behind the swats as he can. I find I do my best work with straps."

"Oh, Goddess please grant me strength," Alana thought as she felt the cool leather rest against her ass. "WHAP!" Alana's body jerked and she screamed as the sound of leather meeting flesh echoed through the dungeon. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Logan continued to land lash after lash without mercy and with almost no time between them. With each lash, she screamed and sobbed louder and louder. By the time he stopped, Alana's ass was more red than her long dark red hair and he had a sheen of sweat covering his face.

"Finish getting her ready," Logan said to one of the guards in the dungeon.

"At once, my Prince," she said bowing to him.

A few short hours later, Jake sat in the front row of the temple with Celine kneeling nearby. He was dressed in a dark blue suit with gold and silver accents. She had been dressed in a lavender silk half-bra with white lace trim, a matching short satin skirt, and shoes with six-inch stiletto heels.

Logan stood at the altar with The High Priestess. He was dressed in a black suit with the same gold and silver trimmings as his father. The two men looked at one another and shared a small smile.

Not long after the last of the guests entered the temple, four members of The Royal Guard escorted Alana down the center aisle of the temple. When she reached the altar, she faced Logan and lowered herself to her knees.

"We have gathered this day to witness the union of Prince Logan Lawson and Ducessa Alana Zerhan of The Highlands," The High Priestess said with a smile. "Let us pray. Lord Deamon, we ask you to bless this union and guide our beloved prince as he rules over this woman and the people of The Highlands in the name of his father, your chosen one, King Jake Lawson. Lady Kara-Tea, we ask that you guide this woman and provide her with wisdom and courage as she submits to her husband and master. Amen."

"Amen," the assembled crowd said in unison.

"Prince Logan," The High Priestess said as she turned her head to him.

"Thank you," he said with a nod. "Alana, as my bridal ****, you can expect strict discipline. Obey me in all things and you will get pleasure, displease me or disobey me and not only will you be punished, but be kept in need as you are now."

"Ducessa," The High Priestess said now looking at the kneeling redhead.

"Master," she said through a moan, "living with you for the last two weeks has been so wonderful. I now appreciate my orgasms more than I ever have and promise to obey you and earn them."

"Ladies of Staphos, and course, Your Majesty, I present to you, Prince Logan and now Princess Alana Lawson. Your Highness, please fuck your bridal ****."

Logan bent down released the lock on the control belt and removed it, causing Alana to sigh relief. He then stood upright and turned to face the crowd. "Alana, present," he ordered.

"Yes, Master," she replied before crawling in front of him with her back to him. She lowered her head to the floor, leaving her ass and pussy high in the air. Logan dropped his pants, took position, and began to fuck her hard.

"How does my cock feel in your aching pussy, Alana?"

"So good, Master. Thank you, thank you so much!"

"Would my little bitch like to cum?"

"Yes, please, Master! May I please cum?"

"Look at the crowd and tell them how you'll spend your life."

"Every morning, my master will put me in a control belt and keep me in need all day! If I am a good girl and please him, at night he will take the belt off and fuck me!"

"Tell them who my chastity slut is."

"I am! I'm my master's chastity slut!"

"Cum! Show them what a little whore you are!"

"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" She barely got her words out before an extremely intense orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer. Her juices squirted onto his thighs as her pussy clamped tightly around his cock. He let out a loud groan as her pussy milked his cock of his cum.

"Come here," he said as he spun her around and lifted her to her knees. She looked up at him with glassy eyes. "Clean up your fucking mess," he ordered. In her dazed state, it took her a few seconds to comprehend the order, but when she did, she took him in her mouth and began bobbing her head. Eventually, after several minutes she managed to make him cum again.

"Thank you for feeding me your cum, Master," she said breathlessly.

He gave her a half smile before looking at one of The Royal Guards who had escorted Alana down the aisle. "Dildo gag, please," he said holding out his hand.

"Here you are, my Prince," she replied handing him a simple black dildo gag.

"Thank you," he said as he took the gag and then inserted it into Alana's mouth and buckled it tightly. "Since you were so good during the ceremony, I will allow you to remain beltless for the night, however first thing in the morning you'll be going right back into your belt. Is that clear?" Alana quickly nodded her head.

A few hours later, Jake excused himself early from the banquet after discussing extended stays with the three remaining Ducessas since his second son would be born within the next couple of days. He entered the maternity room where Adriana had been placed and had several doctors and nurses keeping watchful eyes on her. She smiled at Jake and gently rubbed her swollen stomach.

"Good evening, Master. How was the wedding?"

"It was nice, our son did quite well at dominating Alana for the crowd," he said as he stroked her long red hair.

"And Baby Girl, was she good?"

"Very now get some sleep," he said before kissing her forehead.

The next morning Jake entered the throne room with Cynthia following behind on a leash. He tethered her to his throne before sitting down. Not long after The High Priestess entered with six women in dark red robes that contrasted her white one. The group stopped in front of him and knelt on one knee.

"Your Majesty, may I present the six finalists to play the part of Lady Kara-Tea, and join your harem?"

"Please do," Jake said with a nod as he looked at the six women. Each of them was beautiful and would make a fine addition to his harem.

"Ladies, robes," The High Priestess said with a knowing smirk. They each opened their robes and shrugged them off. His smile broadened as he looked at them.

"First," The High Priestess said placing her hand on the shoulder of the first girl. "We have Mira, she is fertle."

"Mira," Jake said with a nod as he appraised her apart from the others. She was a tall brunette with a lean build, light brown eyes, and perky breasts.

"Your Majesty, it would be my honor to serve you."

"Next," The High Priestess said now placing her hand on the second girl. "Is Romelle, infertile, but a lovely girl." He now focused solely on her. She had long dark hair and a dark complexion. Her body was curvy but well-toned.

"Romelle."

"Your Majesty, I am not fertile, but will serve you well."

"Here we have Diala, fertile." This girl was a petite green-eyed redhead. Her small frame made her midsized C-cup breasts proportionally large.

"Diala, a very pretty name."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"And here is Mika, infertile." This girl had long dark hair, a petite frame with perky breasts, and a complexion that reminded him of a person of Asian descent.

"Mika, infertile"

"A great honor, for a simple village girl, Your Majesty."

"Kiana, fertile" She was a tall blonde with long curly hair and bright blue eyes. She had ample breasts and her skin looked to be gently sun-kissed.

"Kiana."

"Your Majesty, if you choose me, I promise to serve you faithfully."

"And last, but not least, is Maximiliana, fertile." The final girl had long straight dark brown hair, blue eyes, and large breasts, and thanks to the angle from which he saw her, he could tell she had a lovely bubble-shaped ass.

"Maximiliana, unique and beautiful."

"Your Majesty is too kind," she replied with a smile.

"Please stand, I wish to inspect you." At his order, the six stood with their feet shoulder-width apart and their hands on the backs of their heads. He took his time, examining their breasts, feeling their weight, seeing how quickly their nipples hardened at his touch. He ran his fingers along their slits and slipped them in, testing their tightness. He ran his hands over their asses, giving them gentle swats from time to time to watch the fleshy globes jiggle.

Which girl will Jake choose? Answer in comments.

A) Mira

B) Romelle

C) Diala

D) Mika

E) Kiana

F) Maximiliana