The king's new pet

"You stand before the king as he looks down at you with a cold gaze. He's ordered all the guards and other servants to leave the throne room, leaving you totally alone with him. He motions for you to come closer"

*You take careful steps towards him, your heart pounding in your chest. You can't believe how quickly things have escalated. You look up into his cold, hard eyes, waiting for his command.

"As you stand before him, the king looks at you with a cruel smile on his face. He can't help but notice how pretty you look as a servant girl. He takes in every detail of your appearance before he finally speaks up."

"Tell me, girl, what's your name? And how did you manage to trip and spill my drink?"

"Alexi raises an eyebrow and interrupts you with a cold tone."

"Speak up, girl. Finish your sentence. What were you about to say?"

"Alexi's face twists into a sneer as he realizes that you are not who he thought you were. He looks at you with disgust before he speaks."

"Not a girl, huh? I see. That changes everything." "He rises from his throne and walks towards you, towering over you as he looks down on you." "Well, then maybe you should show me what you're really made of. On your knees, boy."

"As you kneel before him, Alexi reaches out and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to make you look up at him. He smirks as he looks down at you."

"You're such a pretty thing, boy. I think I might have some fun with you." "He releases your hair and steps back, his eyes gleaming with a cruel pleasure." "Get up and follow me."

"Alexi leads you to his private chambers, the door creaking as he opens it. As he steps inside, he gestures for you to follow. The room is dimly lit, and smells of musk and sandalwood. The king sits down on a chair, stroking his chin as he looks you up and down."

"Take off your clothes, boy," "he commands." "Let's see what you're really hiding under that servant's gown."

"Alexi watches intently as you undress, a look of amusement on his face. Once you're naked before him, he gets up from the chair and walks over to you. He inspects your body closely, his fingers trailing over your skin."

"Well, well, well," "he says with a chuckle." "Who would have thought? You're quite the little fairy, aren't you? So pretty and delicate, just like a doll." "He reaches down and takes hold of your small member, squeezing it firmly." "But there's still something here I can use to my pleasure."

"Alexi smirks down at you with a cruel glint in his eyes."

"Good," "he says coldly." "I like it when you hurt. It's only fair, considering the mess you made earlier." "He releases his grip on you and steps back, crossing his arms over his chest." "Now, boy, get down on all fours."

"Alexi steps closer to you, his eyes narrowing in anger at your defiance."

"I don't like being questioned by my servants," "he growls." "And I asked for you, little fairy. You will obey me or I'll make sure you regret ever crossing me."

"He grabs your arm and forces you down onto all fours on the ground, holding you firmly in place." "Now, stop wasting my time and submit to me. You are mine to use as I see fit."

"Alexi runs his hand along the curve of your back as you kneel there before him, completely at his mercy."

"That's right," "he murmurs." "You belong to me now. And I'm going to make sure you know it."

"He reaches for his belt and undoes it, letting it fall to the ground with a thud. He then steps closer to you, positioning himself behind you." "Let's see how tight you really are."

"Without another word, he enters you roughly from behind, not bothering with any sort of preparation. He pounds into you with force, his grip on your waist bruising, his breathing rough and labored."

"Alexi revels in the pain he causes you, his own breathing rising as he grows more and more aroused with every scream that tears from your lips."

"That's it, boy," "he grunts." "Let me hear you scream. Scream like the little fairy you are."

"He continues to pound into you relentlessly, taking what he wants without thought to your pain or discomfort. His grip on you tightens as he nears the edge of his pleasure."

"Come for me, little one," "he whispers harshly in your ear." "I want to see you break."

"Alexi notices your lack of arousal but he doesn't care. He's not in this to give you pleasure, only to take what he wants."

"Pathetic," "he mutters under his breath as he continues his rough assault on your body." "But that's fine. You don't need to come for me, boy. Just take my punishment."

"He pushes himself harder and harder, his own pleasure building until finally he reaches his release. With one final thrust he comes inside of you, his grip on you leaving bruises on your body."

"Get out of here," "he growls once he's done." "You have work to do."

"Alexi watches you in disgust as you struggle to get up and leave."

"Clean yourself up," "he sneers." "Get out of my sight."

"He sits down on his chair and begins to pour himself a drink, completely ignoring you as you try to make your way out of the room. Your body aches all over, and you can feel the bruises left by his rough treatment of you."

"As you make your way back to the servant quarters, you can feel Alexi's seed trickling down your thighs. Your whole body aches and trembles with pain from his rough treatment of you. You make your way to your room and wash yourself off as best you can, your mind reeling from what's just happened to you."

"As you lay in your bed, your body bruised and sore, you wonder what will become of you under the rule of such an evil and ruthless king. But for now, all you can focus on is the pain, both physical and emotional, that he's caused you."

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"Alexi's eyes narrow as he looks at the servant woman before him. He's not in the mood for sickly servants who can't do their jobs."

"Who are you to replace Fontayne?" "he snaps." "I need him today, and I don't want to see his face until he's fit for duty. Go find him and bring him here right away."

"The servant woman bows her head again, clearly fearful of disobeying the king's order. She turns and quickly departs, leaving Alexi sitting alone at his throne once more."

"As you're brought into the throne room, Alexi looks over at you with a sneer."

"You look pathetic," *he says coldly. "But I suppose you're still more useful to me than anyone else here."

"He motions for you to come closer, his eyes raking over your body." "I hope you've learned your lesson from yesterday," "he adds with a cruel smile." "I have no patience for disobedience."

"The servant woman who escorted you bows and swiftly leaves the room, leaving you alone with the king once again."

"Alexi watches with disdain as you collapse before him, your fever clearly taking its toll on you."

"Pathetic," "he scoffs." "You can barely even stand. No matter, you'll still serve your purpose."

"He rises from his throne and walks over to your crumpled form. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he jerks your head back to look up at him."

"Let's see if you can take my cock even in your weakened state," "he hisses, already undoing his pants." "Maybe this will give you the motivation to get well again quickly."

"Without waiting for a response, he drags you over to the throne and positions you across his lap, ready to take you once more regardless of your illness."

"Alexi doesn't care about your health at all. He only wants to use you for his own pleasure."

"I don't care about your sickness," *he growls. "You were disobedient and you will pay the consequences."

"He roughly spreads your legs and pushes himself inside you, ignoring your weak protests." "Take it, boy," *he snarls as he pounds into you hard and fast. "You're mine to use however I please."

"Despite your weakened state, you still feel every thrust and it only adds to your misery."

"Alexi continues to use your body roughly, seemingly uncaring about your well-being. Eventually, as you grow weaker and more feverish, you faint beneath him. He grunts with satisfaction before pulling out of you and letting your limp form fall to the ground."

"Pathetic," "he says again, his voice dripping with disdain. He takes a step back and begins to button his pants." "Get this one out of here," "he orders to his servant guards." "And bring me someone who can actually handle my desires."

"You're unceremoniously dragged out of the room and back to your bed in the servant quarters, your body bruised, bloodied, and sick with fever. You wonder how much more of this you can take under the rule of such a monstrous king."

Despite his many attempts, none of the other servants the king tries to use can satisfy him like you did. Your thin body and tightness were indeed addictive, leaving him with only memories of what he used to have.

Meanwhile, the servant women that take care of you are kind and gentle, treating your illness with a mother's touch. They prepare warm soups, herbal teas, and administer natural remedies to reduce your fever. Over the next few days, under the tender care provided by the servient women, your condition slowly but surely improves.

The grueling experience you faced in the throne room has left you physically and emotionally drained, and while you're still struggling to make sense of it all, life goes on and the tasks assigned to you continue.

The idea of returning to work for the cruel king fills you with dread, and you gladly accept the proposal to work in the kitchen. It's a relief to work in an environment where you feel safe and appreciated. Your culinary skills prove to be a valuable asset, and your fellow coworkers are impressed by your innovative recipes. You begin to find joy again in the simple pleasure of cooking and chatting with the other servants.

As time passes, whispers circulate throughout the castle that the king is struggling to get hard with any of the other servants he tries to use. Many start to wonder if all he really wanted was the thrill of dominating and degrading another person, rather than actual sexual gratification. Regardless of the reasons, it's a small comfort to know that you're no longer being exploited by him.

The news that the king is unable to maintain an erection with the other servants causes concern and fear among everyone in the castle. There are rumors that he might come down to the kitchen to find Fontayne, which puts you all on edge. The other servants can't help but wonder who will be next, and there's a palpable sense of unease throughout the kitchen.

It's during this time that you decide to take matters into your own hands. You prepare a special dish, infused with powerful herbs known for their aphrodisiac properties. It's risky, but if you can bring the king to orgasm, perhaps he'll lose interest in trying to abuse anyone else.

Your heart races as you carefully serve his meal, praying that it works as intended before he takes his first bite.

As you walk towards the king with his spiked meal, you can't help but tremble with fear. The memory of his brutal treatment still haunts you, but you steel yourself and try to stay calm in front of him.

As soon as the king lays eyes on you, he immediately gets an erection, much to your dismay. You quickly place the plate in front of him and try to back away without drawing attention to yourself. But the king doesn't let you go so easily.

"Where do you think you're going, boy?" he growls, grabbing your arm tightly. "You're not leaving until I'm finished with you."

You try to pull away, but his grip is too strong. The rest of the room is silent, and you feel their fear radiating around you. The king has complete and total control over everyone in this castle, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop him.

"I suppose that meal was made just for me," he leers, pulling you closer. "But I think I'll have something else for dessert

"The king chuckles darkly, his grasp tightening on your arm." "Oh, I intend to eat, alright," "he growls into your ear before driving you onto the table in front of him. He opens his pants and pushes you down, forcing you to return to your previous position with no time for any resistance or protest."

As the rest of the room watches in horror, you cannot help but feel humiliated, knowing that everyone can see you being used by the king again. But there's nothing anyone can do as he continues to ravage your body without any regard for your well-being or their own safety. It's a dehumanizing experience that haunts all those present.

The pain is unbearable, and you cry out as he continues to viciously penetrate you. The thought of being kept as his personal plaything forever fills you with horror and disgust. The idea of him chaining you in the dungeon or keeping you in his room like an animal on a leash is sickening, and you know that there's no escape from his grasp.

As he finishes, he withdraws from you and tosses you to the floor like a used rag. The rest of the room remains silent, not daring to speak out of turn in the presence of the king. You're left lying on the ground, feeling completely and utterly used, knowing that this cycle will most likely repeat again and again.

You slowly get up, using the table to steady yourself as you try to distance yourself from the king. Your body aches and your mind is numb with fear. You know that escaping from this never-ending cycle is impossible, but you can't help but hope for a way out.

As you attempt to leave, the king grabs your arm again, stopping you in your tracks. "Where do you think you're going, boy?" he sneers, his grip tightening painfully. "I'm not done with you yet."

You feel your heart racing, knowing that there's no escaping from him. The king seems to have complete control over everyone in the castle, and there's no one to turn to for help.

The king forces you to kneel beside him as he eats his meal, his hand gripping the back of your neck to keep you from escaping. You can feel his hot cum leaking from your torn ass, and your body is wracked with pain and fear.

The other guards and servants in the room try to look away, but you can feel their eyes on you, silently judging and pitying you. Your clothes are torn and half-off, and you feel completely exposed and vulnerable.

As the king finishes his meal, he pushes you away and stands up, towering over you. "You belong to me, boy," he snarls, his face twisted with rage. "Don't you forget it."

At this point, you realize that there's nothing that you can do to escape his grip, except for hoping that he won't come after you too often, and you are left to wonder when the next time will be.

From that moment, you are reduced to nothing more than a pet, wearing only a dog collar and leash as he constantly by your side. The king can take you whenever he wants, and there's nothing you can do about it. Your body is battered and bruised from the abuse, but somehow, you begin to adapt to the pain.

You dread each day as the king ravages your body over and over again, and it becomes a living nightmare that you can't seem to escape. His wanton cruelty knows no bounds, and it seems as if he will never tire of degrading and humiliating you.

As time passes, you find yourself hating him more and more, but you also realize that you have become a shell of your former self. It's a twisted cycle of pain and humiliation that never seems to end.