The Next Round of Challenges

The King was fucking the Princess with such ferocity that rude wet slaps were echoing through the palace walls and arousing the many rapists and women as they desperately tried to hold their own against the onslaught of thick, hard cocks pushing into their soft, **** pussies and with bodies too weak to fight back.

The first rapes resulting in the sounds of soft hits to try and fight back against the men. With the held back stifled moans of curses against the men followed by slaps to train them better resulting in quieter whimperings, before with the first round of creamings and invasive loads of spunk, the sounds of men pulling out of the women only after fully cumming inside the fertile wombs and ensuring they would take as much cum as deeply as possible inside of them.

Then pulling out only with spanks and gropings for the next men to begin their sliding in, their intrusions of **** to begin shoving up and fucking, with women who had had more resilient bodies, reaching climaxes on cock they had never felt the size of, never known the feeing of being completely subjugated by a man's **** and spankings and degrading words, and threats of knives and talk of how they're going to cum a thicker load than any other man she'll take.

The certainty of the day being spent getting fucked, cum inside, wombs attacked by cumloads only to then realise once it was over, that now another man would continue the same **** until he was done.

After some audible time of the first rounds of sex, with some women moaning more than others with some clearly experiencing real orgasms from the moans cresting in the air, the next rounds elicited more moans from the women. The sight and growling of the King's voice from the center of the chamber would cause some noises from the women seeing him spank and demean the Princess and her sharp voice and sexual body getting **** resulting in a lot more women looking, the men grabbing hair to **** them to look and orgasms sounding at the sight of the pinnacle of masculinity.

So the noise became louder. Women moaning orgasming more and then with each woman's first man stopping and then second, some seeing the first men come to **** them a second time, realising this may be a constant **** pleasure with no end, the men taking purely what they wanted, men with no thought or want beyond to be monsters, rapists, cummers, men entirely focused on one thing and one thing alone - impregnating them. It resulted in more orgasms and some wails of realisation not just that this would perhaps last a day, but until the men were done with them.

Why would they stop? Who was going to stop them? This was it. This was the prize for all the fighting. The prize for killing their husbands. Almost certainly there were women who had heard of their husband's ****, felt the impending doom of news of the war with a rise of warmth into the pussy and sinking feeling of worry, the guilt in feeling aroused from lack of being tended to, anxiety of being alone forever, before now it culminated in the same men who had cut down their husbands this time coming to fully take their prize in the form of **** the man's widow.

So women came. Noises rose and fell, and many women's pussies were visibly not simply first with small drips of white cum from the pussy and thigh, but instead now slipping two cumloads, so both thighs with small drips. Then another. Thighs now wet from her own arousal and the pussy white with cream, cum covering the holes as the men only stopped to drag the women to bathe, getting them clean and ready with nice perfume giving only moments of food and forcing them when they had to to go guarded to the bathroom before, ensuring they were clean and proper and grabbing lingeries and fancy different outfits saved for entertaining husbands, now stripping the women and dressing them for more whorish ends.

Men left to brothels and arrived with prostitute's lingerie to clothe the women, dressing the court like whores with all the previously hidden sexual bodies of large breasts and curved hips and some women smaller, some taller, some slightly fatter with thicker behinds jiggling bodies and the petite women all **** over and over until the seed of thick, **** men was firmly **** as deeply into their wombs as it could go, the women **** to take swimmers quickly and as many as possible moving up to enforce the ****'s children into them.

And then of course, the entire time, some women with the slightest moving of the clock were beginning to ovulate. Some women looked catatonic, staring aside as the rapes happened and trying not to respond, before getting slapped and hair gripped and talked down to to stay in the room and feel it. Some women continued moaning against themselves, so very few holding out to stifle moans, with some men pointing out the face of one woman desperately holding her mouth closed before laughing and spanking her, making it a game of the men fucking and not cumming, pulling out and another man fucking as hard as possible, pulling out and threatening who would be the man to cum inside, or make her fully moan.

They focused on her and men tugged her nipples, spanked her behind, one **** his cock into her mouth with slaps to her face as she was fucked, before one man got the idea to pull her up to sit and another man shoving his cock inside of her asshole, the two men forcing inside and the woman staring into space, moaning aloud. Men began turning the women to **** two cocks inside of the pussy and asshole, one moving to get to the mouth and one by one, women were turned into machines for the men's cocks, hands to cocks, stroking men while sucking men and taking men in their pussies with any moment the hard cocks ready to impregnate them, as well as the assholes made to pleasure men before cumming inside, teasing which woman was an anal-whore-in-waiting, ready to get her holes painted white.

So largely off and on men were more focused on **** women and cumming inside pussies and then getting food and drink to continue stamina groping and forcing cocks to other women's hands and mouths to get hard to then take their turn when **** men came inside, with women's thighs largely dripping with the thick white sliding and drying residue of the multiple cumloads of competing men all **** by masculine urges to fuck as hard and fast as possible before cumming inside. A few managed to make women cum just before cumming themselves, laughing at the women as they were **** moans wrenched out of them by

So, a lot of the soldiers forgot the centerpiece of the night. As the light fell outside, the big King was not just shoving his penis into the Princess and drawing orgasm after long orgasm out from under from her voice, but finally groaning loudly enough to announce his own orgasm, forcing inside of the Princess to fertilise her **** womb with his thick, potent, conquerer's cum.

When he finally had, he held his penis inside of her body as she orgasmed, before finally sliding out and pulling her up, pulling one of her ankles up and up and up to reveal her thighs slowly a white drip against both and sliding down from one into the pussy and one down the thigh, with men cheering at the sight.

The Princess looked fucked-out, panting not from the exertion of her own body, but the man taking her's. "I- can't-"

"You can do only what I demand of you, whore." The King said, slapping her across the face and then gripping her throat to move her back to slap against the floor. She yelped and he gripped her wrist, moving in to the same position, his big hips between her thighs and his body moving to shove inside and penis up to slap against her stomach. "You will take what is demanded of you. You will accept your place as a subservient, wanting womb to my superior, Gerudian cock, and, in time, you will thank me for every single act I **** upon you until you become a perfect, supine, submissive little serving wench for my manhood serving me at my every whim."

She gulped. A part of her in her mind with every statement, as had happened gradually with each enforcement of his anger or determination had been whittled away by his power, first fighting against, before him proving himself not simply wanting, but with his ****, his body, enough to be able to back up every claim he had made with why exactly he had the confidence that he did. That he did not simply say he was better, that he then simply was, and in doing so proved better than she could have imagined in the dirtiest moment of her mind's wandering.

So, when her mind began saying 'Yes Daddy' and she immediately felt guilt and shame, fighting harder against only for her body to build in orgasm rushing her heart to fight off before his body **** hers to orgasm, feeling the shame and then that continuing arousal of being talked down to, told off, disciplined, spanked, manhandled, slapped, groped, shoved inside, fucked, cum inside, growled at, bitten, licked, sucked on and strangled - it began becoming this constant confirmation of masculinity threatening against her that her womb began screaming for and pussy began itching for cock inside of it, his shape so good and the stretching so perfect that her body began calling her just so stupid for fighting against this. That to disappoint him would be to lose out on so so may future orgasms and that she should simply submit and be a... 'good girl'.

She fought this thought with every fiber of her being, but slowly, with the orgasms and his constant just for her body, the degradation to nothing but a broodmare a breeding whore for his cock and spunk, her body did begin to twitch, to get aroused and shiver and begin jumping at his every touch, this shock of constant man teasing her and forcing into her and telling her off and being brutal with her body and making her simply do. There was no responsibility any more, no worry no fight. Try as she might, who would remember the Princess's fight against the tyrant while he was **** her? All they would remember would be that he had **** her. Who would commend her in history books for proving a valiant effort against the man who **** her body to have his baby? All that would be remembered would be his cum, not her fight against him.

So her mind began both blanking and becoming fogged with the arousal, thinking became difficult, cock shoved inside of her and drawing out orgasm after orgasm, single tears falling only to get laughed at and licked up and held to push into her lips and told to suck on. Slapped and nose pinched until she did.

So eventually, when the titan of a man left her insides cold, when he left her alone, but humiliated her in front of her court. When the feeling of his cum up inside of her pussy and sliding down her thighs and the feeling of being hit and impending doom of another round came, when he slapped her to the floor and moved his penis to slap against her stomach and tease the womb from both sides...

Her mind began screaming for more. More. More more more. She couldn't tell anyone, she tried to fight, but some part of her inside began remembering the feeling of his-

"You're thinking about it now... aren't you?" He interrupted.

She gulped and looked aside, glaring and punching at his chest, before her wrists were caught to get them gripped by his one hand. He slowly moved them above her head and against the cold stone.

He grinned. "You're thinking about it aren't you?" He repeated. "The ****. The feeling of my cock. The feeling of my thick, monstrous cock inside of you. The feeling of my slapping against you, my large round balls slapping against your behind. My thick seed filling your womb. My penis shoving in and out and in and out of your hesitant little body. No?"

He slowly began sliding the penis back... and then pulling off of her.

He leaned in and whispered. "Be honest with yourself, Princess. You don't have to say it. Perhaps you're not prepared yet... that's alright... things can take time." He pat her belly with the humiliation, rubbing it. She squirmed, but the feeling was so arousing that her body began writhing to feel the touch of cock against her pussy again. If she had to guess, the focus of feeling of his Gerudan spunk filling her womb was something that was making her mind and insides so so so very aroused at the impudence, that inside, the soiling of royal bloodline and pure pale womanly virtue with evil, twisted, perverse seed was the thing that was rushing her blood and causing feeling of want inside of her pinkness that she began feeling terrified that he would notice. That he already had and would continually suggest it over and over until she was done. No more fight. Aroused.

What was going to happen to her then? When her body needed his seed so much that if the choice was the same day with no touch or the same with his touch, would her mouth move on it's own? Would she finally submit against herself, to submit? A voice inside screamed no, thought of Link, screamed to fight. But that voice ended in cold stone and prison chains. She might even die. Here, now, being teased, warmth slapped against her belly, perhaps in chains but at least warm, getting the warmth of a man in her bed and safety of this man ensuring she would survive... the most dangerous thought of all was the reality of the situation.

He smiled sharp teeth.

And then there was the threats...

"Wrap your legs around me or I will order one of my men to slaughter a woman for the fun of the **** and humiliation of you people-"

She wrapped her legs around. Saving her subjects was the easiest decision in the world. She thought he had noticed that so obviously, but clearly his focus was more a preoccupation of her form than anything else. She rolled her eyes. She gulped. "P- please don't hurt anybody... the- the s- soilings- the- r- r-"

"Rapes?" He smiled. "You can say it. Go on. Its important for a Lady to be able to speak on important matters. Say it. What are my men doing to your women."

"The- the- the- the- the- r- r- r- r- r- rapes- s- s- s- s-"

"Gooooood. That's right. The rapes."

SPANK

He groped her behind and moved to kiss her, shoving his tongue inside of hers in a lewd display of power as well as the taste of **** of a man's tongue and then his lips sucking on hers. She moaned, felt the pleasure after and then shame. She held back but more moans already began to elicit.

He laughed and slowly pulled her jaw open with a finger, lips down, built spit and-

P-TOO!

Spat into her mouth.

He gripped her jaw up and a hand on her mouth, closing it before grinning at her.

"Swallow."

She looked aside and he moved to look at her. She looked at him.

She gulped. She stared glaring and blinked.

He smiled.

"Gooooooooood..."

SPANK

"If you thought your challenges were over, little womb, your poor little body is sorely mistaken."

SPANK