The prisoner

I walk over to the mistress, and ask her about the prisoner that was just dragged in the door.

"Oh, her," she tells me "of course, she's the wife of a minor Lord, whos rebellion your father's forces just quelled. The realm looks down upon the public execution of wives of conquered leaders, considering most were married into the situation, and had little say in the matter. Still, letting a widow roam the kingdom is just asking for another uprising as they speak with the peasants, easily swayed as they can be. So, they either get disposed of in secret, rot in some dungeon somewhere, are wed to another Lord, or get put somewhere like here. Unfortunately, they aren't very open to the idea of being a whore, especially after living a life of luxury. It'll take some time to get her performing, and if she doesn't shape up quick enough, she'll be taken somewhere much less pleasant. Sad business, but business all the same. My Prince, I would highly recommend you spend your time with one of our more skilled workers instead of on this high-born prude. If you insist, however, you can use her, free of charge of course. I would not **** one such as you to pay for such an unworthy whore".

Always one for a challenge, and turned on with the prospect of forcing this former noblewoman to a mere sex object, I instead elect to head to the bound woman, grasping her chain in my hand. The mistress shakes her head in a slightly disapproving manner at me, before returning to her logbooks. I yank her up to her feet, her makeup having been smeared by many tears in the recent hours.

"Listen to me, whore." I say through clenched teeth, feeling quite a bit like putting this woman in her place "you are nothing more than a fuck-toy for everyone to use. You are property. Nothing more.".

She's not saying anything, but is still looking at the floor instead of at me. This only serves to anger me. I drag her along, still pulling the chain that is hooked to her neck and wrists. We head down a set of stone stairs, into the kinkier part of the building where such acts take place. I then strap her to a hook hanging from the ceiling, where she is **** to stand on her tip-toes to keep the pressure from the chain from **** her. Ripping off her clothes unceremoniously, I grip her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye.

"Consider yourself lucky, slut." I am now shouting at her, "If you didn't look like you did, you'd be toiling in the mines, stuck in some even worse dungeon, or even worse. It's a shame your lord can't be here to witness this, but my father took care of that, didn't he?".

I release her face from my grip, and she quickly jerks away from me. Her defiance once again angers me, so I slap her across the tits. This causes her to inhale sharply through her teeth, and I again treat her with another, harder slap, leaving a red mark on her chest. This continues for some time, before I spin her around, and give her tight ass the same treatment I gave her tits. Try as she might to struggle away from my open-handed ****, she cannot escape her punishment I am doling out.

Not yet satisfied, I whip out my cock, and press it against her ass. She begins panicking in protest, aware of what I am planning next. I push my cock into her slit, which is only lubricated with our combined sweat. I push into her, hard.

"Please! No!" she yelps, unable to stop my unwanted entry. I start stroking into her, roughly pulling on and squeezing her tits. I start slamming into her at full ****, eliciting cries of displeasure from her.

"You know you like this, you little slut. This is your life now, pleasuring anyone that walks into this establishment and finds your disgusting hide worth pumping cum into for a few copper coins." I grunt into her ear, getting near climax. "I'm going to cum inside that slut pussy of yours. For your sake, hope you aren't impregnated on your first proper fucking.".

With this, I thrust harder into her, and start cumming, filling her up to the brim with my potent cum. Shooting into her until she is filled to the brim, I finally relent my ****, and unceremoniously pull out my big cock, wiping it on the outside of her pussy. Without so much as a word, I pull her off the hook from above, allowing her to collapse onto the ground below me. She's curled over on herself, sobbing at the torment I just gave her, but I'm not entirely done yet.

I point my semi-hard cock at her used body, and begin pissing on her hair, face, tits, and back. I can smell my own urine as it covers her body. She doesn't even try to turn away from my final ****, instead submitting to the stream of piss that is now waning out of fear of further retaliation. Satisfied, I put my dick back into my trousers, and drop two silver coins on the pee-soaked ground near her. I walk up the stairs, and return to the main room of the brothel.