K/V: Victim
Name: Franceska
Age: 29
Sex: F
Characteristics: See image. A Hollywood sweetheart loved by many.
Context: Kidnapped at a red carpet event.


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I gazed down at the two young women gift wrapped in lingerie kneeling on the floor of my royal quarters, they slowly turned their head and looked up at me, clearly terrified.

"W-we've been sent here by his majesty, Lord Faulks himself, along with an offering for peace between our people. P-please considers this gesture of goodwill, my name is Rei and this is Kasum, together we… " She looked away and paused, blushing furiously as she bit her lower lips before continuing. "W-we will attend to your every need tonight, before returning to my lord with your response tomorrow morning."

With trembling hands, both girls began to undress. They looked genuinely afraid of me, as they should - I am the one that razed countless villages to the ground, enslaved their womenfolk and ordered the systemic extermination of their people.

They have every reason to be afraid.

As the evening passed, both girls were thoroughly fucked in every orifice, I'll never forget the way Rei screamed when I thrust myself into that little ass of hers, nor would I forget the look of disgust on Kasumi's face when I commanded her to clean my dick up afterwards with her the tip of her tongue.

At dawn break, blood and semen caked both girls' inner thighs, Kasumi's sizeable chest has been marred with red and purple fingermarks from my brutal manhandling while titty fucking her, while Rei's wide stretch anus may never go back to normal after I forcefully sodomised her with a brass candleholder.

The girls curled up in a fetal position, sobbing and weeping as I summoned my guards into the room. Their eyes widened in fear when I told the guards to deliver the peace offering to Lord Faulks, on the flayed skin of the women he sent to me.

As the sun rose, the girls were dragged out of my royal quarters, their agonising screams echoed in the valley as my chief torturer slowly peeled off the fair, delicate skin from their body while they're still alive and conscious. Using a thick brush, I penned my response on their smooth pelts. The message, along with girls' heads and their flimsy undergarment were packed in a wooden barrel, to be flung back into Lord Faulks' castle on a trebuchet.

It's good to be king.