Empress Enslaved Ch. 01

Belle gave a sudden squeal - Barrand had forced his fingers into her virgin slit and was cackling as he explored his captive. Isabella felt a fresh wave of shame for her recent judgement - they were both in this together after all.

"S-stop it!" Belle tried to say, in between Zoaxus's thrusts into her mouth. She had never explored that part of her body, not even by herself as Maria would sometimes tell her to after a few wines. She had sometimes tried to imagine what it would feel like to have a man inside her but this was like nothing she could have prepared for. It was degrading and exciting and painful and so satisfying at the same time. Every fresh penetration elicited another squeal.

"I think she wants to be fucked like her queen," growled Zoaxus. Isabella could see Belle's eyes widen as his meaning became clear.

"No!" Isabella bellowed. "You will leave her alone!" She knew it was no good even as she said it. It had been impossible enough exercising her authority as an imperial sovereign when she had arrived - now that she was naked on all fours, being fucked like a dog and with her naked breasts swaying in time to each of J'akart's thrusts, she doubted she was all that imposing.

"Was that supposed to be an order?" asked J'akart, a rare trace of menace in his voice. "General Barrand - fuck that fat whore immediately. Show this whore queen who is in control here." Barrand nodded solemnly, and positioned his dick at the entrance to Belle's defenceless hole.

"MMMMMM!" squealed Belle. For the first time in her life, a man was sliding into her. There was resistance at first - she was so tight - but Barrand was relentless. Now she was being spit-roasted, with a dick at each end of her body.

Isabella's head sank in despair, much to J'akart's chagrin.

"I said watch!" he spat. With no warning he pulled out of Isabella and grabbed her by the hair again. She had barely adjusted to the suddenly very empty feeling J'akart's sudden retraction had left her with when she was dragged forward by the hair, on her hands and knees, to watch her servant get fucked up close.

Belle was by now barely aware of her surroundings at all. Gone was the unsettling mixture of pain and horror that had overcome her when she had been penetrated for the first time. Now she was submitting more and more to feelings she knew she shouldn't be feeling, but which were taking over nonetheless. Why had she never done this before? Barrand's hard cock was filling her in a way she'd never even known she needed to be filled, and no amount of mental protest that a lady shouldn't behave this way could make that go away. Even the fucking her mouth was taking felt different - like an imitation of the real thing that pressed almost all the same buttons.

"Stand aside, General Zoaxus," J'akart ordered. Zoaxus didn't hesitate, and Belle immediately found herself with nothing in her mouth. A small part of her tried to make her retain her composure, but it was too late for that. The wails and yowls escaped her immediately.

"I'm s-sorry!" she moaned deliriously to her empress. "Ohhhhhh!" She knew Isabella was seeing everything, but it made no difference. Barrand's steady, powerful pounding was all that mattered now.

Isabella couldn't tear her eyes away, no matter how much she wanted to. This was so... unreal. Surely the girl wasn't about to do what Isabella thought she was about to do...

"I'm sorry!" Belle's body was racing to the edge now, completely overwhelmed by the new sensation that every thrust from Barrand sent through her. Her mind was in complete disarray, now it was going blank... "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OOHHH!"

Belle's first orgasm was greeted by raucous laughter from the three men, and a moan of despair from Isabella. But Belle was aware of none of this. Her whole body convulsed, she could hear herself groaning loudly as though she were somewhere else, and her hips humped lustily against Barrand of their own accord. All that mattered right then was that her hole continued to be filled. She hadn't even know her body was capable of feeling this alive.

When the fog of lust cleared after a moment, the room made itself known to her once again and a horrible, self-aware shame filled her. J'akart and Zoaxus were still jeering, and she could not bring herself to look at her empress. And still she continued to take it from behind, her sopping wet cunt offering no resistance at all to even Barrand's impressive member any more.

"Feeling left out, my queen?" whispered J'akart into Isabella's ear. She refused to acknowledge he had even spoke. "I would hate for your own exquisite little royal cunt to go without attention while this fat whore gets to fill her hole. Why don't we make her earn her fucks?" With a nod to Zoaxus that she knew signalled nothing good, they each grabbed one of her legs each.

"Let me go you filthy- no!" The two barbarians dragged the empress along the floor by the legs, sliding her taut buttocks along the smooth stone floor and positioning her in front of Belle, who was doing her best to ignore the thoroughly indecent sight before her. This was made much more difficult when the empress was forced to sit two feet from her, and the two men spread Isabella's legs wide open. I will not look, she told herself, I will not shame my empress by looking between her legs.

"Dinner time, whore," said Zoaxus gleefully. He grabbed Belle's hair and forced her head down, between the mortified Isabella's legs. For a few seconds, even the constant pounding she was still taking receded into the background of her mind. She was inches from, and staring directly at, the vagina of Empress Isabella. She had never even dreamed of imagining Isabella like this, but even if she had she wasn't sure what she would have pictured. Not this. It seemed so... normal. A little more 'trimmed' perhaps, but otherwise just like her own. Fleshy and pink and rather wet and... ordinary.

All of this flitted through her mind in a fraction of a second. Before she could even begin to process it another shove forced her face directly in contact with Isabella's pussy.

"Don't!" gasped Isabella. She didn't know if she was talking to Belle or the barbarian forcing her to do this, but either way it was futile. Zoaxus kept her head in place, between her legs. She couldn't bear to look but there was nowhere else to look.

"Lick your queen's cunt, whore, or we'll take you with us when we leave," ordered J'akart. The order eventually filtered its way into Belle's brain, through the desperate embarrassment of her position and the once again mounting waves of pleasure Barrand was sending through her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, she thought. Better to focus on Isabella than these... animals.

So she obeyed. She ran her tongue along the folds of her beloved Empress's vagina and tried to ignore everything else but her. The trembling embrace of Isabella's thighs was almost a comfort - beyond them was everything else in the room, but here it was just the two of them - Empress and servant.

Isabella could gain no such comfort from this turn of events. Though hopelessly unskilled, Belle was still running her tongue over an extremely sensitive area, and every so often she would feel the girl's wet tongue hit her clitoris or slip inside her, and little waves of pleasure would make her gasp. She looked around the room, totally unable to hide her embarrassment, and could find nothing else to distract her from what was happening. Directly ahead of her, towering over Belle's prostrate form, Barrand was leering down at her. He might be fucking Belle animalistic fury but his eyes were all for Isabella's naked body. To either side of her stood J'akart and Zoaxus, their powerful forms hemming her in and their erect penises jutting rudely toward her. She noticed her breathing was getting heavier and tried to calm her body, but Belle would not stop.

Belle herself was having immensely more difficulty calming her own body down. Losing herself in the act of pleasuring Isabella had only served to ease some of the tension in her mind and body, and now there was nothing to stop the rising surging tide of ecstasy washing over her again. She didn't want to react this way to what Barrand was doing to her, but her body had other urges, urges she'd never even known she had until these barbarians had shown her what she'd been missing. Cursing herself as she did so, she let them overcome her once again, edging closer and closer to another climax with ever lap of Isabella's warm, wet hole.

The Empress looked down in horror as Belle's moans rose to a crescendo. She was loud enough to blot out the wet sloppy sounds of her vagina being smashed now, and she watched with a mixture of pity, sadness and revulsion while her servant came again.

"Mmmmm!" Belle gave a muffled cry of ecstasy into Isabella's crotch. Again came the blissful mind numbing euphoria, the electric shockwaves whirling around every part of her body. She could feel her pussy gushing down her legs, but all she cared about was the orgasm taking her and the dick inside her.

"General Barrand! You are good to this one," said J'akart with a grin. He sauntered over to him and slapped Belle playfully on the behind as she came down from her second orgasm, gasping and breathing heavily. He kept on walking over to the far side of the room and took a seat. "Enough. Leave her."

Belle felt Barrand slide out of her like something vital being extracted from her insides. The part of her that still cared remotely about her own dignity was relieved to have the ordeal over with, but the rest of her just felt very, very empty. One consequence of this was that she seemed to suddenly realise what she'd been doing. She retreated from Isabella's crotch with a bright red face, unable to look at her. What must she think of her...

"You, whore. Come here," said J'akart. Both women looked over at him, and Isabella silently cursed herself for doing so when it became apparent he meant Belle. Things were bad enough without her answering to the name 'whore.' "No, crawl," said J'akart when Belle started to get wearily to her feet.

Even now Belle felt somewhat out of the moment, like she wasn't really inside her own head. She crawled toward the King with only a slight awareness of the fact the she was naked, that her thighs were covered in her own juices, that her Empress could probably see her now wide open vagina as she crawled away from her. All that mattered was obeying J'akart.

"Y-yes sir," mumbled Belle, once she reached his feet.

"I am a king, whore. You will address me as 'your highness.'"

"Yes your highness."

Isabella groaned inwardly. He is no king! she wanted to scream. Perhaps Barrand sensed the Empress's restlessness, or perhaps he just wanted a go on the royalty for a change. Either way he was quick to grab her by the arm and spin her around.

"Here," he said quietly, taking a seat before her. "Suck your servant's cunt juice from my cock, whore queen." Isabella winced at the phrase, but she knew she was well past the point where resistance was feasible. So, reminding herself again why she was doing this, about what would happen to her city if she didn't, and taking solace from the fact that Belle at least wasn't watching, she leaned forward and took the general's penis in her mouth. It tasted different that before - he'd been fucking Belle for a long time, and she'd certainly left her mark on him.

Belle was aware of none of this, and continued to stare down at J'akart's bare feet. She could hear something going on behind her, but the less she knew the better.

"Do you know who I am, whore?"

"A king," said Belle. She looked up for the first time, her eyes straying longer than was probably decent on his enormous penis. J'akart chuckled.

"Very good! I suppose that is all you need to know. You're very lucky you know. A serving girl such as yourself getting a fucking meant for a queen." He did not take his eyes from her, and Belle could not meet the gaze of his leering, black eyes for very long. "Tell me whore, have you been fucked often?"

"N-no your highness," she said. She was so unused to talking about herself like this, but she couldn't ignore the guilty thrill she felt at being demeaned like this.

"No?" J'akart cried in mock surprise. "Come now. Just because you are a little round and your ass looks like a bowl of jelly, that is no reason to deprive your body of the men it so clearly craves. You have those wonderful big, swinging tits after all! I'm sure if you crawled around your palace with those enormous teats hanging out and begged nicely, you could find someone to fill your hole for you."

Belle said nothing, and stared fixedly at the ground. The worst thing was, she now couldn't help but picture herself doing that very thing. She had never been so ashamed to be naked as she was right then. J'akart took his cheerful gaze from Belle and looked over at Isabella and his generals.

"Your queen looks to be having a lot of fun. Are you as devoted to her as you should be, I wonder?" he said. Belle turned to look, dreading what she would see.

Isabella was currently on all fours, being made to suck Barrand's dick quite frenziedly. He had a fistful of her long black hair in each hand so as to ensure she was doing it as rapidly and as deeply as he required. When Zoaxus saw them looking over, he slapped Isabella on the ass and grabbed one of her buttocks in each hand.

"Bow before the royal anus!" he declared, laughing. Isabella winced as she felt her ass cheeks prised open by the barbarian, but her attempt to break free from Barrand and protect her modesty was futile. She had no choice but to display her anus to the whole room.

Belle was just as horrified to be seeing what she was seeing. Her Empress's asshole was on public view and it was more gut-wrenching to Belle than anything that had been inflicted on her personally.

"Stop it! Leave her alone!" she cried.

"Again with the commands," said J'akart lazily. He got to his feet and dragged Belle to hers. "You would like my men to stop playing with lovely Isabella?"

"Yes," said Belle, much more quietly. She was now face to face with J'akart - her breasts were pressed against his chest and his erection was pressing against her legs. He grinned.

"Bring that whore of a queen over here," he ordered. Again, his generals did not hesitate. Barrand threw Isabella off him, and Zoazus grabbed her shoulders and pulled her backward toward J'akart and Belle. Isabella was too busy gasping for air to put up any real resistance. Belle watched with profound sadness at the sight of her Empress being dragged along the floor naked like a rag doll, and with more than a little apprehension at what was about to follow. Only when she was sprawled out before him did J'akart speak again. "You, whore - sit on her face."

"W-what? No I..." spluttered Belle. J'akart seized her and forcibly positioned her so that she was stood over Isabella's face, a foot on either side of her head and staring down the length of her prostrate body.

"Do it whore!" Zoaxus chipped in.

"Belle... it's fine... just do as they say," said Isabella. She sounded exhausted. Belle looked down in anguish at her defeated Empress.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, and crouched down. Isabella watched Belle's crotch descend on her with mounting apprehension, but fortunately Belle stopped before actual contact was made.

"No, no - haven't you ever heard of Panjah-noh? Here, let me assist you." J'akart shoved Belle forward so that she fell onto Isabella's body, with her head once more at Isabella's vagina. "This is Panjah-noh, said J'akart, rubbing his hands together gleefully and admiring the sight of his two captives staring at each other's most private areas. "Now - lick."

Isabella was once again left with no choice but to stare at something repellent. Belle's recently virgin slit was still soaking wet, agape and barely an inch from her face. Worse still, now that the girl's legs were splayed on either side of Isabella's face, her sizeable buttocks were being spread open by the position and Belle's own asshole was peering out at her. As much as she sympathised with her servant, she couldn't help but feel revulsion at being this close to her two very private holes. The thought of licking one of them was too much.

Belle however was once again filled with a tremendous desire to lose herself in something and forget everything else. At the moment every fibre of her being was screaming that she was debasing herself and her Empress by displaying herself so crudely to her, and she desperately needed a distraction. Her tongue returned to Isabella's pussy, and she obeyed J'akart's command.

"Good girl!" said J'akart, before turning to Isabella. "Come now, do as you are told. I might have a special surprise for the first whore who does this right..."

Isabella sighed and, hating herself, tentatively pressed her tongue against Belle's warm, wet hole. The dusky, feminine sent of Belle overcame her, just as Belle was taking in the musk of her own private place.

"How sweet," grunted Barrand, circling the pair of them with greedy eyes. "Perhaps this is a Morgavian custom too - they seem very good at this."

"Oh yes," chortled Zoaxus, also circling them, "perhaps this is what the whore queen demands of all her servants. She demands a lick and a suck from them and then a free go on their cunt."

Belle knew the only way to stay sane was to block out everything in the room that wasn't Isabella. She should just focus on Isabella and she would be alright, even if it was a part of Isabella that she had no right to see let alone touch. She redoubled her efforts, lapping at all the folds her tongue could reach. She could even silence the voice within her that was screaming about how disrespectful she was being.

It was almost working too. The warm feel of Isabella's body pressed against hers was a welcome contrast to the cold brutality of the room around her, and the men's leers at her naked body. The feel of the Empress's breasts on her belly, surreal and Earth-shattering though it was, was in a strange way a reassurance that her beloved was no different from her, underneath it all. She licked faster.

This was not a feeling that Isabella could share much. Belle's body was just a heavy weight on her own, and the repulsive crudity of the girl's blatant nudity in her face was, aside from an insult to them both and an unpleasant sight, a stark reminder of her own nakedness and the view she was offering of her own body. She gave Belle's pussy the bare minimum of attention needed to satisfy their tormentors that she was doing as she was told, trying with every lick to ignore the peculiarly feminine taste of that wet little hole.

And why was Belle being so enthusiastic down there? Her tongue was having a real effect on the Empress's body, whether she liked it or not. More and more of her concentration was being spent on ignoring the little ripples emanating from between her legs, where Belle's inexperienced tongue was nevertheless setting off all kinds of reactions in her.

"Oh," she gasped quietly, as one particularly unexpected thrust of Belle's tongue inside her took her by surprise and sent a shockwave through her. She cursed herself immediately, hoping they hadn't heard her body's betrayal.

"Ohho! Looks like the serving girl knows what she's doing after all!" crowed J'akart. Isabella did not respond. "Very well, I am nothing if not a man of my word. General Zoaxus - give the whore her 'special surprise.'"

Belle might have been barely aware of what was going on but Isabella was feeling the now familiar feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She could see very little of the room beyond the horizon that was Belle's ass, but she could make out a delighted looking Zoaxus pouring some slippery substance over his still very much erect dick. He was also advancing toward the spot where Isabella's head was peering out from between Belle's hips.