TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE RAPE-FANTASY AND STUFF.
Kiny stuff starts at ***.
The sound of moans permeated through the throne room. Its high vaulting ceiling created the perfect setting for acoustics that echoed. Voices layered upon each other with each one unique and distinct. All were blended together into an orchestration of living instruments, each one playing their part in the symphony of pleasure and debauchery.
On the throne lounged his majesty and highly exalted Emperor Khrysaor. Draped in nothing but a golden silk sash, he was a sight to behold. Twenty years of bloodshed and death had created this beast. From the dust of a broken kingdom split by famine and war rose the Khrysaorean Empire. One of the most powerful Empires in the east.
Conquest after conquest led to his power stretching as far as the eastern borderland mountains. The trophy’s of each conquest now served him as slaves and subjects. Each one acquiescing to his every demand.
It was a common rule that the Kings and Queens were immediately executed. The Princes of each defeated kingdom became servants directly to Khrysaor. The Princesses, on the other hand, had other jobs. For each conquest that Khrysaor won, another glass box was added to the throne room. Within these transparent boxes contained young women. Each one had been a Princess at some point and had been selected by Khrysaor himself to be maintained in his throne room.
Khrysaor observed with a cruel delight, the various women in each of the boxes. All were restrained in some type of pose as piston-like machines assaulted their various holes. Once they had been proper and prudish. Now they moaned like whores in heat. His eyes traveled lazily towards his newest addition. The closest box to his left contained a young woman of just over nineteen years.
The poor female was restrained in a fetal position with her legs forcibly spread apart. Her forearms were clamped to her upper thighs but her head and neck were forced backward, bending her spine in an “s” shape. She hung almost horizontal to the floor as if she were laying on an invisible bed but her abdomen and waist were propped up slightly higher. A soft mound of raven black hair had once covered her most private parts but Khrysaor had shaved her himself.
She had been a Princess only but twelve days ago just as her brother had been a Prince. Now she was only a whore that was to be used as Khrysaor pleased. He had chosen this young girl out of all her sisters for she possessed the purest looking face with large innocent, terrified eyes. Her terror had pleased him all the more and he was quite sure that she had never lain with a man let alone knew what that meant. He had not even felt the need to stick a finger up her womanly folds to check whether she was pure. It was written all over her face.
He had dismissed her sisters to the barns while he had installed her in the glass box. She had held her head high and kept quiet as he forced her into the stress position. While his other slaves had initially wailed and cried, she kept up her silent facade. She had spirit. He would enjoy breaking it.
At the far end of the throne room, the doors opened and in walked one of Khrysaor’s servants dragging a young man behind him by a chain around his neck. As he approached Khrysaor, the servant flung the young man in front of the throne before bowing all the way down to the floor.
“Your majesty,” the servant stammered as he groveled on the floor. “Here is your slave. He has been prepared.”
Khrysaor held up a hand and all the servants fluttering around him stopped and receded out of the room. Tapping on the monitor next to his throne, the room fell silent as each of the glass boxes were muted.
He stood up letting the golden sash fall to the floor and walked over to the naked young man who lay panting on the floor. The former prince was merely a boy that could be no older than twenty years. His fresh face and rich black hair said so. The young man’s body had been rubbed with oil and his manhood stood tall and erect. He was well endowed compared to the average man.
Shakily, the young man stood and turned to glare at Khrysaor. The hatred in his eyes was evident as he gritted his teeth.
“You coward!” He cried as he launched himself at Khrysaor. Instantly he was yanked back by the servant who held his leash. Khrysaor smiled as he observed the young man with slight interest.
“Those are brave words for a slave,” Khrysaor said.
“You bastard, I challenge you to-” The servant yanked the leash again and the young man was brought to his knees retching.
“To a duel?” Khrysaor finished with a sneer. “What do I get if I win?” He teased the young man,
“You won’t, I will kill you!” Spat the man.
“Alright then, unchain the man, let us go hand to hand in combat to see who the victor is,” Khrysaor announced.
The young man was unchained and the servant stood back as the two opponents circled one another. Each one assessing the other for weaknesses. In a flash, the young man darted at Khrysaor who anticipated it. He dodged and shoved the young man into the floor, using his own momentum against him. The boy was up in a flash though and glaring at Khrysaor in rage. He rushed again but this time Khrysaor merely sidestepped him and shoved him to the ground again. The man let out an enraged and desperate cry as he jumped up again and this time madly rushed Khrysaor.
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Khrysaor sidestepped this time but curled his hand into a fist which he used to gut the young man. Not letting him recover this time, Khrysaor placed his arm around his opponent’s neck in a headlock, restraining the man and stepped behind him. Using his height to his advantage, Khrysaor lifted the man by his neck before promptly letting him fall back onto his hardened cock.
The boy let out a choked scream as his anus was suddenly impaled by Khrysaor’s manhood. There had been no warning to this sudden intrusion and yet Khrysaor had penetrated the young man’s soft flesh. He could feel the muscles pressing against him, trying to push him out. Letting out a low guttural growl, Khrysaor pushed in further until he was hilt deep.
The young man let out a howl of agony at this new intrusion as his feet dangled in the air. He was firmly and thoroughly impaled on Khrysaor’s dick. He could feel it stretching him against his limits. He struggled to escape but each movement only forced him to feel the pain of his stuffed cavity.
“I think I win,” Khrysaor hissed in the man’s ear. “Look, your sister is watching your defeat.” Khrysaor positioned them so that the young man could see his younger sister. Her eyes were wide with shock and Khrysaor relished the tears that flowed from them. Her raven dark hair matched her brothers and she mouthed her brother’s name, Markus, soundlessly.
“You bastard, let my sister go,” the Markus gasped tightly. His hands grasped around Khrysaor’s arms in a death grip. Khrysaor bucked a tiny bit which issued a low grunt from Markus. “ Lily has done nothing to warrant this.”
“Trust me, she’ll be begging to fuck me in a few months,” Khrysaor sneered. “Let’s show her a preview of what’s to come.”
Khrysaor walked up to the glass box that held his sister and let go of his headlock on Markus. The man fell forwards, bracing his hands against the window of the glass box. He was trapped between Khrysaor and the glass wall as he struggled to free himself but with no footholds and dangling legs, it proved impossible.
Khrysaor positioned his hands on Markus’ hips which only caused Markus to struggle even harder. He let out a laugh as he slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained firmly in Markus’ anus and paused.
Looking up, his eyes locked with Lily’s who was staring wordlessly with shocked eyes. Here she was witnessing something new for the first time, heedless of her brother’s cries that warned her to shut her eyes. It was a horrifying sight and yet she couldn’t tear herself away.
With his eyes still locked with Lily’s, Khrysaor drove into Markus with such fury that the young man’s screams echoed throughout the throne room. With no lubrication of any sort, Khrysaor tore into Markus. The friction felt overwhelming as flesh slapped against flesh and Khrysaor drove hilt deep into Markus again. Markus let out a sob of defeat and Khrysaor laughed.
There was nothing like bringing down a prideful man by making him completely helpless. The fact that his sister was watching as Khrysaor broke Markus only added to the excitement and Khrysaor paused as he repositioned.
Grabbing Markus by the hips again, he lifted the young man up and slammed him back down onto his throbbing cock. No longer was Markus just a young man that he was fucking into submission, he was now simply a cock-sleeve. A sex toy. An object. Something that Khrysaor would use for his own pleasure.
The sound of flesh against flesh intensified as Khrysaor increased his speed. Markus’ head bounced up and down as his body was used. More than once, his head made a resounding knock against the windowed box that held his sister as Khrysaor got more and more animalistic.
Let out a growl of frustration, Khrysaor felt his cock stiffen as he got ready to shoot his load. He widened his stance in the final few moments as Markus was jammed up and down on his cock at the speed of a piston.
Letting out a growl of satisfaction, he spurted his cum into Markus’. A whimper issued from Markus, his voice hoarse from screaming in agony. Khrysaor’s eyes were drawn once again to the young girl who lay trapped in the glass box just opposite of him. Her eyes were awash again with terror and yet something else was hidden in them.
Khrysaor pulled out of Markus, smirking as the young prince fell to the floor exhausted. He lay there like a pathetic dog, crying in pain as semen leaking from his ass. Completing his humiliation, Khrysaor let loose a stream of urine onto the former prince, marking him forever as his own property.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fy3zvt/the_khrysaorean_empire_part_1_18_mxm_rough_noncon
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