A fat royal

Now that you are alone you search your room for any means of escape. With the knowledge that you are under the city wall you know there won't be a window. You go to a second door in the room and peak inside. It's a small bathroom with a bowl of water and a towel to clean up in and hole in the floor for doing your other business.

You scour the closet and drawers for an weapons but all you find are various pairs of sexy lingerie and different types of sex toys. Rather than be completely naked you pull on the least revealing outfit you can; a black one-piece with thigh high fishnet tights.

After a painful hour of pacing around your room, the door swings open. You had wanted to try and surprise whoever came inside but you never even heard them coming so you were unfortunately on the other side of the room. A short thin girl wearing barely anything steps inside, followed by a tall heavy-set man in formal attire. The girl sheepishly curtsies and then leaves the room, locking the door with you and the stranger inside.

Is this my first client? A man Mirabelle expects me to have sex with? You think to yourself with disgust. The stranger wastes no time as he begins to remove his pants, grinning at you as he looks up and down your body. You realize you are wearing the sexy lingerie still so you try to cover yourself up with your arms. Morbid curiosity overtakes you as you watch the man drops his trousers and his cock emerges, already half erect.

“Get over here and suck!” The man's deep voice bellows in the small room.

You don't move an inch and just scowl at the stranger. If Lady Mirabelle wants you to lay with these men, you will do the exact opposite. The man has other plans though. He cackles and then quickly bounds across the room and grabs you by the hair. You scream in pain as he flings you onto the bed, ripping out chunks of your hair in the process. Your head slams onto the headboard and while you are momentarily stunned the man effortlessly flips you onto your back and then mounts you, pinning your arms under his legs. Your back is elevated against the headboard, bringing your face exactly level with the strangers dick.

“I said suck, whore!” The stranger shouts as he grabs your hair once more, and mashes your face against his cock.