Fuck her

"No, you're not enough of a man for me to fuck. Let's try making you a woman. Guards, one of you go over to Lady Whitley's wardrobe and pick me out something pretty. Oh, and check the laundry basket for some dirty underwear. I want my little... Carly to smell like as much of a whore as her mother."

The bandits nod, moving over to the wardrobe as you stroke Carly's hair slowly. They appear a minute later, one carrying an old cotton bra and panties, while the other carries a blue dress with a cross-stitch pattern on the front. You grab the panties, lifting them to your nose and taking a deep sniff of Lady Whitley's most intimate areas.

"Good. Get dressed, Carly," you order.

You watch as Carly steps forward, tears welling in her eyes. She grabs the panties first, sliding them up her long legs. She pulls them up, tucking her tiny cock and balls into them, leaving a noticeable bulge. Next is her bra, which she requires help to put on. One of the bandits offers, getting behind her and helping to pull on the bra. He pulls her in close, kissing her gently on the neck as she whimpers. She winces as he smells her long hair, before he steps back. Carly steps forward, pulling her dress on. She looks at you with terror, as the terrified image of a little princess looks back.

"God, isn't she pretty, Lord Whitley? I bet you wouldn't mind a go on her. Shame about the tits though," you say, feeling up her flat chest through the dress. "God, you're a pretty little girl, aren't you?"

Carly nods, whimpering.

"Tell me," you say.

"I'm a pretty little girl," Carly says.

"Whose girl?"

"Your girl, master," Carly whimpers.

"Good. Well Carly, bend over the bed. I've done enough courting, I want to take your pretty little cunt."

Carly nods, moving towards the bed. She bends over it, as you move forward. You grab the hem of her dress, lifting it up to reveal her small, flat ass. You grab her panties by the waistband, yanking them down to her knees. You grab your hard cock, leading it to her ass and pressing it in between her ass cheeks. Leaning in forward, you let out a thrust, shoving your cock inside her. She lets out a little shriek as the head of your cock disappears inside her ass. You groan, pushing in slowly until you've pressed to her shaft, your balls rubbing against her taint. You pull back for a brief second, before thrusting in again as Carly shrieks. You pull back and thrust again as Carly begins to cry, and you quickly begin to fuck her. You grab her hair, pulling it back as you find a rhythm, fucking her ass with some speed.

Over the next few minutes, Carly's cries begin to turn to moans as she begins to enjoy being fucked like the whore she is. She takes it like a champ, beginning to rock her hips with each thrust you make as her now erect boy-clit pokes out through the front of her dress, precum-oozing from it. You reach around, rubbing your fingers all over her head and covering them in it, before reaching up and popping those fingers in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own cum.

"Do you like the taste of your girl juices, Carly?"

"Yes, Master," she moans.

With that, you let out a groan, emptying your balls inside her. You spurt your load up her ass, filling her entirely, before you slowly pull your cock out with a squelch, grinning. Carly's little erection shudders as it shoots a spurt of girl cum onto the bed in front of her, and she lets out a cry of shame and pleasure.

"You're a little squirter. Interesting," you smile. "Thank me for letting you cum."

"Thank you for letting me cum, Master," you say.

"Pull up your panties, you little slut," you order. "Then, get to your knees.

Carly nods, pulling up her panties back to hide her cock and letting her dress fall down to hide it. She drops to her knees, your cock inches from her face.

"Clean," you order, as Carly nods, taking your cock in your mouth and beginning to lick it clean. "Take out Lord Whitley's gag, please."

One of the bandits moves forward, tearing the rag from his mouth.

"I want it known. Anyone in the castle sees Carly not dressed like a proper lady is required to cut off her balls. Also, if anyone wants to have a go with her, she's required to satisfy them however they want," you say.

Lord Whitley looks at you with shock and fear, but says nothing.

"Now, have you learned something about power?" you say. "I want you to say "Thank you, Lord Abaddon". Can you do that?"

"Thank you, Lord Abaddon," Lord Whitley says.

"Very good," you grin. "Now, you're going to be surrendering this county to me, understood?"

"Yes, Lord Abaddon," he says.

"You're good at this," you smile. "Now, follow me outside. I've had Morrigan get someone to draw up a document I need you to sign. Let's go."

You lead Lord Whitley out of the room, as he follows you dejectedly. Outside, Morrigan waits as Lillith bursts into the air. Lord Whitley is given a document, which he quickly signs, and like that, you're given control of the county.

"This went well, right?" you say, grinning as you feel truly powerful.

"We're going to need someone to govern this land for you. A Dark Lord like yourself can't be bothered with such nonsense as land disputes between farmers," Lilith says.

"Who's going to govern?" you ask. "Any suggestions."

"One of my lieutenants, Amsden, was in charge of most of the organizing of guard patrols supply trains and generally was one of the key factors in taking over this area," Morrigan says. "Awarding his loyalty would be a good idea, plus he should be capable enough," Morrigan points out.

"Tell me about him."

"Horatio Amsden was a soldier in the Royal Army of Man for two tours, one vs Elven forces in a border dispute, the other repelling pirate raids," Morrigan says. "He was discharged for insubordination, and took up the bandit life. The fucker nearly slashed my throat open when his boys fought my Bloody Hand, but I bashed his head in and made him join me. He's a loyal, stubborn cunt with at least some bit of a brain."

"Or..." Lilith says. "We could keep Whitley in charge. After that display he's not going to betray you, plus it'll mean they'll be no loss of efficiency in the changeover of power, or in teaching a bandit lieutenant how to govern a country."