The second princess

This was essentially a coinflip for Kasha, since she was unsure of the answer. But unlike the last question, anyone could at least make a guess, including the twins. So Kasha steeled herself and raised her hand. After receiving a nod from the professor, Kasha said, "The second princess."

The professor stared at her for a moment, then shook her head. "No, it was the first princess. She noted her future husband's success early, supporting him and ensuring he had opportunities to make a name for himself during the war. His success on the battlefield made him a worthy heir to the throne, and she chose to marry him.

"Her sister, however, had fought in the war herself and hoped that her valor would be enough that she could rule as queen without a king. Her father did not agree. Thus, when her elder sister's husband was named heir, she launched a civil war. She had many supporters, and was a skilled warrior and commander in her own right. But not enough to match the man who would succeed the throne. She was defeated, captured, and bound. From there, she was married off as a concubine to an allied nation. She spent the rest of her life as the sex **** of another nation's ruler. You shall witness her fate, that you may learn from her mistakes." With all of that said, the professor waved a hand and Kasha and the twins were sent into an illusion.

***

Kasha came to after only a moment, bound to a bed by chains. She had enough leeway to roll onto her side or sit up, but that was it. She also noticed that her hair was different, being black instead of blonde. She felt her ears, and they were no longer pointed. Her physique was close to normal, though. She put all this information together with the words the professor had spoken and realized she was the second princess Iva.

That explained why she was not clothed.

The bed she lay on and the shackles around her wrists and ankles felt all too real. Was this illusion so realistic that she could pick the locks on her shackles? Kasha felt around for anything within reach that she could use to pick the locks. The bed was the only thing inside the stone room, so even if she could reach further there'd be nothing to grab.

As she did so, there was the sound of footsteps outside the barren room she was trapped in. Without any knocking or other warning, the door opened, and two armored knights stepped inside. They were followed by an old man, grandfatherly and with a white beard, who wore a crown on his head. Kasha could see another pair of fully armored knights standing at the door on the outside, standing at attention as the crowned man closed the door behind him.

It was obvious that this old man was the king that Iva had been married to, and Kasha would have to deal with him. "Your majesty, what brings you here today?" she asked.

He chuckled darkly. "What else but to breed you? It's a shame you aren't screaming or pulling at your chains today, it seems you're starting to break. I know I told you it would happen, but I thought your fire would burn a bit longer." He sighed, then began to strip. "Well, even when you're broken, you'll still be useful as a pretty little breeding sow."

Kasha did not know what to say. This man's contempt was apparent. He thought nothing of Princess Iva, whose memories Kasha was reliving. She wanted to protest, to try to plead for mercy, but some part of her knew that that would only make things worse.

He climbed onto the bed with a bit of effort, revealing he was as old as Kasha had suspected. His body was lean and bony, with too much hair. Kasha found herself repulsed by him. "Now there's that disgust I love," he chirped. "A pretty thing like you wouldn't look twice at me if you had a choice. But your father sold you off to me, and now I am your entire world." His degrading words aroused him, and his cock was rock hard.

He crawled atop Kasha, and her legs were **** open by the chains. She could do nothing as he leaned down and inserted himself in her.

"Yes, yes, that disgust, that despair! That's why I love buying pretty little things with you, whether with money, power, or alliances! You hate me, but I own you and can fuck you whenever and however I want!" He grunted, and even though it had been barely a minute since he started fucking her, he came inside of Kasha.

He sighed. "It seems I enjoyed myself too much, I'll have to take it slower next time."

With that, he got up and left, his knights following him out.

Kasha was left to stew in the bed, still bound, and with his seed inside of her.

"When will this illusion be over?" she asked with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

***

Later, a maid showed up to feed her.

A few hours after that, one came to wash her with a damp cloth.

This would continue, for three meals a day and a 'bath' every other day.

This allowed Kasha to track the passage of time. A week after first entering this illusion, the king returned.

He did not speak. He simply stripped, crawled atop the bed, and fucked Kasha.

Her mind knew this was an illusion but her body felt his cock penetrate her. He lasted for two whole minutes this time before he came in her.

He left without a word.

***

Three months passed, although Kasha had given up on counting the days. The king had visited her five times in the past three months, and Kasha had never cum once. In spite of how turned off she was by this disgusting old man, she'd felt herself gradually getting more aroused over time. Was it an effect of the illusion magic? Or some feeling of the original Iva that had affected her? Maybe the food she was fed was ****?

Either way, Kasha had tried everything to make herself cum. But there was no way for her to masturbate with the limited movement she was allowed. It had been weeks since the king visited her. Maybe she could get him to-

Footsteps broke the silence outside Kasha's room. She'd quickly learned the difference between the single set of light footsteps from the maids, versus the heavy metal footsteps of the knights. The king was here.

The first set of knights entered as usual. followed by the king. He closed the door behind him, and approached Kasha without a word.

But this time, Kasha spoke. "Please your majesty, may I cum as well this time?" The words had been bouncing around in her head for weeks, and she could not stop herself from uttering them.

The king's lips turned up in a wicked grin. "You beg for release? When you were first brought before me, you swore you would never allow me to bring you to orgasm. Now you beg for it?"

Kasha shuddered. Had Princess Iva truly said that? Should Kasha keep to the princess' word?

But then she considered that it could be weeks before the king came again, and she'd be left alone with her lust in that time. What harm was there in dishonoring Princess Iva, a woman whose memories Kasha was reliving? Maybe this was the requirement from the succubus to escape this illusion?

"I was wrong, I will do anything you ask, please just let me finally reach release!" Kasha whined.

The king licked his lips. "Yes, that's how you all end up eventually. You become worthless whores who beg for my sad, wrinkled old cock. You crave my seed inside of you. You accept that you belong to me in body and soul." He began to thrust into Kasha, taking his time. "Yes, this is always the best part. When your will wears down, and you accept that you're nothing but my pathetic little cumrag. Go on, girl, take my cock! Love my cock!"

Thanks to how aroused she was even before all of this, Kasha finally managed to achieve release. She came just as the king did, her orgasm brought on by his. She went limp after finally finding release.

The king seemed please with her pathetic state, and left her.

***

The months continued to pass by. Kasha now came every time the king fucked her. And after a few months, her belly began to swell with child. It was as if that time three months in had done the trick.

Time continued to pass, and eventually it was time to give birth. Just as Kasha finally went into labor, the illusion reached its one year anniversary, and the spell finally ended.

Kasha awoke, back in her own body.

But why was the room around her the same?

Someone outside heard her moving around, and entered.

It was the succubi twins from the history class. "Welcome to your little prison," one twin said.

"It should be familiar, each of us spent a year in a room identical to this one after all," the other said.

"At least, that's how we perceived it. In reality, it lasted a moment for the two of us."

"And about an hour for you."

"The professor was worried that a year's worth of memories hitting your mind in one moment would fry your mortal brain. So she set it to drag out for a bit. But she had no interest in you, and let us take you away."

"And, you see, both of us are frustrated after a year of sex with a pathetic limp dick old man."

"So we got ourselves a cock each and decided we'd let you continue your little dream."

"Except this time, it'll be a pair of sexy succubi with real long, thick cocks who are fucking you instead of a pathetic old man."

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you enjoy it."

And that was how the illusion ended, but Kasha remained trapped.

After a year of an old man fucking her once every few weeks, the treatment from the succubi was overwhelming. She'd already given up in the illusion, so it didn't take long for them to take control of Kasha's very spirit.

With a bit of magic, they'd turned a storage closet into a prison identical to the one they'd all been kept in in the illusion. And they kept Kasha there, subjecting her to frequent fuckings, again and again for the rest of her mortal life.

BAD END