Megan's New Royal Duties

"I wonder if we should get your nipples pierced as well?" Camilla mused excitedly as she led the miserable former Duchess through the palace corridors, "maybe something to match your new brand?!"

Megan just followed her new owner, trying not to focus too much on the pain of the new brand on her left butt cheek. The experience had been horrific. Camilla had led her outside, with guards and others fully able to see her naked, and into the stables where a blacksmith had a forge lit. Megan had almost feinted when she'd seen the brand. It was shaped like a crown, the monarchy's insignia. She'd wanted to run away but remembered her contract: should she attempt to run she would be punished with imprisonment. So instead she'd obeyed her new mistress's order, bending down with a wooden bit in her mouth, and screamed with agony when the searing hot metal pressed against her bare skin. The poker itself was only on her for a second but the pain afterwards was excruciating. She never thought her life would be like this, now branded as another person's property.

Walking behind Camilla, she winced at the still searing pain as it uncomfortably moved with every step.

They soon arrived at a dingy little cupboard. There was a small bed in it. Megan realised with depressed appreciation that this was to be her new home,

"When you are released from daily duties this is where you will sleep," Camilla explained, "There is a bathroom with a shower next door which you will use regularly. I will not have an unhygienic ****. If I get so much of a whiff from you, you will be punished, understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"If you check the bathroom you will also find some cleaning equipment. When you are not serving members of the Family you will be expected to clean the palace as part of the cleaning staff. You will be nude during this. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Megan replied miserably, hating the thought of running into other servants while in the nude,

"You may discourse with the other servants, but should you say anything questionable they will of course report it back to us, and you will be punished, understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You will dine with the servants, and again you will be nude for this. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Now. I want you to go into the bathroom and shave the rest of your body hair. Once this is done you will go out and begin cleaning the palace. If I hear that you have been slacking, you will be punished, understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I will now retire back to my husband. We will be dining at 6 tonight. I will expect you at the dining room then, understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Very good, now get to work."

And so began Megan's new life. She took a quick shower and trembled at the horrible feeling of the cold water against her newly burned brand, but she knew she had to keep it clean to avoid infection. Then she quietly and miserably shaved the rest of her pubic hair off, somehow feeling even more naked by the end.

This was insane! She'd been an actress! The star of Suits and suddenly a Princess! How had it all turned out like this? These thoughts occupied her mind as she began to feather dust the palace tables and paintings. There was a LOT of dust everywhere, even with all the servants bustling around. She saw them occasionally but they made sure to give her a wide berth, knowing about her position and what she was. None of them wanted anything to do with the Royal's new ****.

Unbeknownst to Megan, there was much public discourse about her new slavery in the UK. News about the Royals always travelled fast. Everyone had had a good laugh at her for believing King Charles's story about debtor's prisons. In actuality, there hadn't been any debtor's prisons in the UK for decades, but following the former Duchess's recent failed lawsuits against the British press, nobody cared to let her know this. When she'd signed the **** contract, the response from the British public was entirely positive. Random members of the public were asked by the news what they thought,

"It's wonderful to see such an awful woman get her comeuppance!"

"God save our wonderful King! Slavery's too good for her!"

"While obviously I'm horrified by the thought of slavery itself, I don't see anything wrong with someone like Megan Markle being owned by the Monarchy."

"As someone violently opposed to the Monarchy, I am shocked and appalled that Megan Markle is not owned by the state as a whole, rather than a privileged family well past their sell-by-date. If there was any justice she would be everyone's ****!"

The Prime Minister was asked his thoughts, "Well obviously we are very pleased to hear about this new development. As to whether the United Kingdom might introduce new laws on slavery as punishment for debts, it is not something the government is considering at this time, despite recent calls for it."

When Megan arrived to the dining table, her slavery was very much the subject of gossip, with Charles and Camilla's guests excited to see the Monarch's new property. Megan, who was completely ignorant about how much the news of her slavery had already swept through the nation, nearly died with embarrassment when she saw everyone's eyes turn to her. Her former family, the King, Queen, Prince William and Princess Kate, Princess Anne, Prince Edward and the Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie were all in attendance.

"Oh how lovely you've arrived on time, ****!" Camilla called Megan over. Everyone congratulated Charles on his savvy, taking down the irritant Ms Markle so deliciously,

"She has such lovely breasts, doesn't she, your Majesty?" Kate Middleton smirked as she inspected the ****,

"Oh yes, she is lovely," Charles agreed, "I can see why Harry liked her." Megan hated hearing them talk about her like this, as though she wasn't even in the room, and mentioning Harry like this,

"Where is Harry right now?" Kate asked, Megan was also keen to know,

"Oh he's in Frogmore with the rest of their family. He wasn't keen to see his ex-wife yet, but I'm sure he'll come around eventually." Camilla laughed,

"Oh definitely," William chuckled, "once he knows she's like this now, I'm sure he'll come running here in no time!"

Megan wished she could disappear into a hole.

"Come sit on my lap, ****," Charles commanded. He was King and she was a ****, so she couldn't refuse. Megan sat on Charles's lap and squirmed as the brand stung on her buttocks.

He copped a feel of her breasts immediately,

"Very nice plump breasts," he commented, "we'll certainly need to sample them later. Could we get them to express milk?"

"Possibly," Camilla replied, "I'm sure they'll be a way to pump them.

Megan closed her eyes. This wasn't real. She couldn't possibly be naked on King Charles's lap in the palace dining room, in from of all these people!

"I was thinking she'd make an excellent ponygirl!" Princess Anne suggested,

"What a wonderful idea, dear Anne!" Camilla agreed, "we should start her training soon."

Megan steeled herself as Charles felt around her legs and thighs, probing his fingers between her legs,

"I think I'd like to sample you some more." He said evilly.