You can't keep your eyes open

The little bit of laced food had done its work, leaving you too tired to resist. Your last sight before your eyes slowly shut was the tainted banquet surrounding you.

"That's right, obey your princess. Relax and trust her to take care of you", she says as she continues working the cucumber against you.

Unable to even muster the strength for a response, you can only let out a pleasured gasp as she gently works the cucumber into your ass. Rather than ravage you like a piston, she slowly pushes the cucumber until it is lodged against you prostate. Slowly but firmly, she begins to grind the cucumber in a circular motion, kneading your prostate like a ball of dough. The laced butter on the cucumber is **** into every crevice and every millimeter of it, blocking out any sense of pain and amplifying the pleasure.

You aren't sure if the dainty motions are intended just a result of the princess' personality, or if she is afraid that more vigorous pleasure would overtake the sedative and **** you back to your senses. You idly notice that your open mouth is drooling on the table, but are you don't have any working muscles do do anything about it.

With one hand on the cucumber, she moves her free hand to your head, caressing you from the top of your head, down your neck and to your shoulder blades, like an owner lavishing a pet with attention.

"I'm happy you are so gullible. I don't think I would've been able to take a strong man like you in a match of physical strength. Judging by the stain your dick is leaving on my table, I think you are happy with the outcome as well."

She has been ignoring your dick entirely, and the cucumber against your prostate has been almost the entirety of your world for the last 10 minutes. Have you really been cumming without even knowing?

She lets go of the cucumber, but continues stroking your head.

"Strong, gullible, and blindly obedient are perfect traits for a royal subject. When Black Rose is finally finished with you, you would make a perfect personal attendant after some more training."

Without the constant pleasure from the cucumber, her gentle caresses of your head and soft voice are lulling you to sleep.

"Time to call Black Rose and the rest of the girls for a celebratory banquet in my honor. I already have the perfect centerpiece for the table."

The princess giggles like a schoolgirl and begins to leave, her footsteps echoing from farther and farther away. You aren't sure you could handle the embarrassment of being surrounded by every woman, casually eating meals while you lay face down with a cucumber lodged in your ass. As you finally drift off, you hope that the **** doesn't wear off too soon.