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Introduction:

This is a cautionary tale to read to a bratty bitch while she is bound and gagged.
It was times of kings, castles, and knights.

Dragons soaring the sky,

wizards playing with magic,

and of course,

Princesses.

Amalia was such a girl of 22, her abrasive personality was known far and wide. She was short with people, mean to her servants, and overall unfit the title of royalty in the Kingdom of Hazelmire.

She would boss and bully and got away with it, not just because of her title; but also, her remarkable beauty. Women wanted to dress and look like her. Her golden hair always done, smelling like flowers. Clothing and shoes from other lands. Obviously, she was a hit with the men as well. She could mold them with a look and a smile, her corset and body movements said more than her mouth ever did. She was a virgin, but she loved to tease.

Wars had been raging for quite some time, Kingdoms becoming Countries. One Country, Zothurith, was on a rampage to add allies, refusal meaning death. No one outside of the allies knew what the terms were, but any Kingdom that complied seemed to be free and their people seemed happy. The armies of the allies merged and swarmed around the mutual lands, constantly moving from Kingdom to Kingdom – protecting.

Hazelmire was not an ally of Zothurith, they were enemies.

Amalia, unlike her sisters didn’t bother with politics, or try to learn about how to rule a Kingdom. She mostly focused on a mirror. Her servants were her tools. She needed something; one would get it. She needed help dressing, they would dress her - bathe her, make her pretty, massage her… From time to time she would use them as furniture, berate, and belittle them, it was undignified and it was more than her three handmaids, Addison, Charlotte, and Violet could bear.

Hazelmire was a peaceful land. The people had plenty, and they loved the King, Queen, and the other Princesses. Crime was all but unheard of.

Amalia who had never had a finger laid on her in her whole life, drifted off to sleep on a fluffy bed in a large room all to her own, without a care or worry in her mind.

It was terrifying for her when she woke up to strangers binding and carrying her out, through the castle.

Her guards, many of whom she had known her whole life, stood at attention, allowing her kidnapping to take place.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Amalia ordered unsuccessfully through a gag. A muffled screech filling the air. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked around. There were only three aggressors, one carrying her and two escorting. Her handmaids were following without restraints. The guards, who outnumbered the invaders 5 to 1 stood like statues, their weapons to their sides.

Amalia screamed as hard as she could, writhing around on the shoulder of a man nearly twice her size. Her wrists, ankles, and thighs were bound, the man’s arm wrapped around her tiny waist. Her view of the halls, then the doorway bobbing as the man walked away.

She ended up in a carriage uncomfortable and bouncing on the floor, her handmaids sitting comfortably in front of her.

‘What is happening?’ and ‘Where are they taking me?’ were piercing questions in her mind.

The carriage stopped and Amalia found herself being carried into a different castle. She heard music and the chatter of crowds. The smell of a feast growing closer. She was plopped ungracefully onto a table, in front of a man who seemed to be sitting at the head of the table. This man had a beard and scars on his face, he was muscular and gave Amalia a look that made her feel like a literal piece of meat. Amalia had heard of this man, Degladoth leader of Zothurith.

“There, there” He reassured her in a rugged voice “I will be with you shortly.” As he said the words Amalia felt one of the man’s rough and callused hands, which was covered in greases from roasted chicken, lightly caressing her otherwise flawless face.

This was the most disgusting and horrifying experience that Amalia had ever endured.

Degladoth finished his meal, Amalia bound and laying on the table in front of him. Amalia’s handmaids and the men who fetched them were present at the table as well. When Degladoth was finished, he clapped his hands and told the other men to escort his guests to the parlor.

Amalia was carried again into a different room; her leg bindings were removed and she was placed on the ground on her knees. She tried to stand but was pushed down by a hand on her shoulder. Degladoth was sitting in front of her, her handmaids kneeling in a line to the side, the men who had taken her standing behind her now.

Her gag was removed and she began screaming. “Do you know what you have done?!?!? My father…” She went on about the imminent payback that would be coming as a result of her capture, about the thousands of men who would fight to save her. She was talking for quite some time, everyone else in the room not moving or reacting.

“Are you finished?” Degladoth asked in a low growl.

Degladoth: “Good. Hold that thought.”

Degladoth waved his hand and the gag was replaced. Amalia began speaking in protest but was cut off by the cloth in her mouth. She was lifted to her feet, realizing now that she was in her night gown, and taken to another spot to kneel once again.

One of the men opened the door and a woman walked in being escorted by two men. She was gorgeous, but looked tired and weary. Amalia became enraged as she realized that she knew this woman. It was Kara, a warrior she had befriended while accompanying her father on his travels. Kara was brave and friendly, someone Amalia admired. They had only met a few times years ago; this was a tragic way to see her again.

Kara walked up to Degladoth and knelt at his feet. Amalia couldn’t believe what she was looking at. Kara was pleading, saying things like she would be his humble servant, she would lay in his bed and do for him all the things that he wished. She was crying and groveling, holding his ankle, placing her head on his foot and purposefully waving her ass in the air.

Kara: “I will suck, I will beg for it just as I’m begging now. I will…”

Kara began crawling up Degladoth’s leg, her eyes in tears. Degladoth grabbed Kara by her beautiful face, staring into her eyes deeply and said “No.”

“Away with her” Degladoth said with another waive of the hand. The two men who escorted Kara now dragging her away.

Kara was clearly determined and broke free of their grips crawling back “NO! PLEASE! I will be your pet! You can walk me as I’ve seen you do with the others. I will sit at your feet and do ANYTHING! Take my mouth, take my body!!! Please!”

Degladoth made a motion to the men and they stopped trying to restrain her. He allowed Kara to crawl to him, her head now in his thigh weeping heavily.

Degladoth: “Why did you not say this before?”

Kara, crying: “I was too proud, I’m sorry. I know now my place at your feet, I am only for your pleasure. I am yours.”

Degladoth held Kara’s chin up and looked into her eyes again when he said “Your beauty and your body are desirable.”

Kara began to smile.



“And had you assumed this attitude from the start, I might have let you lay in the warmth of my bed.”



Kara’s smile started to fade.



“You refused. And now that I have given you to my army, you crawl back? You sat, just as that girl there sits” He pointed to Amalia who was more than embarrassed when Karas eyes met her own. Kara shook her head still crying.

Kara: “I was a fool, I’m sorry!!!”

Degladoth: “You are a whore for my soldiers. Goodbye.”

Kara shrieked as the two men dragged her, her screams and crying resonating long after she was out of sight.

Amalia was forcefully moved, kneeling in front of Degladoth again. As she was brought to her knees, she whispered to herself in anger about what she had just witnessed. She said just enough for Degladoth to register the name “Kara”. An evil smile spread across his face, warping the long scars which looked like a beast had slashed him some time ago.

Degladoth: “Fetch me that whore again” he ordered one of the men.

Amalia was kneeling in silence, the cold stone floor beginning to make her shiver. ‘They can make me uncomfortable and they can show me anything they like; I will never behave like that…’ she was thinking when she heard the door open again.

Kara ran in, weeping and throwing herself to the ground in front of Degladoth.

Degladoth: “Has she laid with any man?” He was asking her escorts.

Kara: “I haven’t, I swear!”

“Was I speaking to you bitch?!?” Degladoth shouted with eyes that made it clear Kara was out of line by speaking. Kara whimpered and cowered lowering her face.

Escort: “She hasn’t sir. She has been in the Witch’s kitten house, serving and being prepared for her duties.”

Degladoth: “Good. Come here bitch.” He motioned for Kara to come over to him.

Kara was wearing a corset and a short dress which looked like it might have been longer in the past but had been cut to expose her legs. She was now on her knees in between Degladoth’s legs, facing Amalia; her hands, palms up resting on her thighs. Degladoth had a firm grip on Kara’s hair, holding her head up hard.

Degladoth: “Do you know this girl? Whore.”

Kara: “I do sir, she is Amalia, Princess of Hazelmire.”

Degladoth produced a small wooden baton. “And do you know what this is?” he asked Kara.

Kara: “That is a ‘fuck stick’ my lord.”

Degladoth: “Show her what you do with it.”

Kara moved slowly and seductively, gripping the bat and licking the bulbus end. She drooled on the stick and wiped the drool on her face, gently hitting her cheek with it. “Thank you, your majesty,” she whispered looking deep into Degladoth’s eyes. Kara wrapped her lips around the shaft and playfully moved it in and out of her mouth, moaning louder and louder. The stick left her mouth, a string of spit shimmering as it hung connected from her lips to the now wet bat. Kara then sharply inserted the baton into her throat, gagging and choking as she did so – her eyes wide in fear but not breaking contact with Degladoth’s.

Amalia watched in absolute shock. Kara, was a fierce and strong warrior, tales had been spread of her triumphs. Here she was on her knees sucking on a baton, moaning and begging like a weak animal. ‘I will never do anything like this’ Amalia told herself. ‘I am a Princess; I do not bend at the will of others.”

Kara slid the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts then lifted the bottom of her dress, taking off her underwear which had clearly been soaked. She began sliding the baton down her body, taking time to let it rub her nipples on its way.

Degladoth: “That is enough for now.”

Kara moaned as she stopped from playing with herself, clearly something she was eager to do.

Degladoth: “Princess Amalia of Hazelmire. Do you know why you are here?”

Amalia was scared, but more than anything; she was angry. No man had the right to touch her, nobody treated her the way she had been treated. Her father and his army were going to destroy Zothurith and this twisted man with it.

Amalia: “I’m here because a disgusting pig decided to kidnap me in the middle of the night while I slept.”

Everyone in the room, other than Amalia and Degladoth, was frozen in shock, dumbfound looks upon their faces. Amalia was glaring hard into Degladoth’s eyes, but where she expected to find fear or anger, she saw joy which enraged her even further. Deglaoth was smiling wide but kept himself from laughing.

Degladoth: “And your friend here? What do you think of the way she behaves?”

Amalia, now an emotional wreck allowed her temper to break “Pathetic! And Weak! How dare you crawl on your knees? How dare you offer your body to this, THING!”

Kara was crying and shaking her head looking at Degladoth “She doesn’t know my master, she doesn’t know your power or your strength, she is a girl…”

“Silence!” Degladoth barked Kara whimpering again. “She is a woman; she is a Princess…” Now looking at Amalia “Why don’t you come over here and teach your friend a lesson?”

Kara was shaking her head sobbing “Please, don’t…”

Amalia, curious now, walked over gracefully once her wrist bindings were removed by a guard.

Degladoth: “If I told you, that you will beg at my feet like your dog of a friend here,” he kicked Kara lightly on the ribs “what would you say to that?”

Amalia: “I refuse. I will never be used for your pleasure. I am a Princess.”

Degladoth: “Very well, Princess, show her what you think of her behavior. Taunt her, hurt her, fuck her, whatever you feel.” He handed Amalia the stick.

Part of Amalia wanted to hit Degladoth with the stick, but she knew his guards would intervene, so she turned her attention to Kara. Angry that her memory of the once great female warrior was now tainted forever. Then again, such a warrior, kneeling before her, ready to please… might not be such a bad thing.

Amalia whistled, to her surprise Kara crawled to her, her tongue hanging out and a smile on her face.

Amalia: “That’s what you are now isn’t it? You ARE a fucking dog. Wittle doggy wanna pway wif a fuck stick?”

Kara was playing along seemingly happily as Amalia taunted her.

Amalia: “You BITCH!” she spanked Kara hard with the stick, a gasp was let out by the handmaids as Kara yelped.

Amalia: “A warrior has pride,” she was now grazing the stick and the drool all over Kara’s tired face, gently running her free hand through Kara’s hair. “All you have is shame. So go ahead and suck, let’s see how shameful you are willing to be for me.”

Amalia held the stick at her pelvis and watched as Kara devoured it over and over again gagging and slobbering loudly. Amalia started to see the appeal, ‘I don’t mind this’ she thought to herself.

Degladoth clapped his hands, “Good, good. Enough.” He waived his hands and two guards walked over, grabbed Amalia by either arm and forced her to her knees, her face and hands on the ground, bowing to Degladoth.

‘What is this?’ Amalia was thinking as she felt her face pressed to the stone with her ass in the air.

Degladoth: “Kara, crawl over here bitch.”

Kara crawled next to him, kneeling at his side while he was petting her head.

Degladoth: “Many Kingdoms have traded with me, mostly to protect their lands and their people. I always begin with the price of their Princesses whom I intend to make my personal slaves. They never agree to that; some giving dozens or hundreds of women, for pleasure as I see fit. Kara, you were such a girl, weren’t you?”

Kara: “Yes, my lord.”

Degladoth: “What was the price your Kingdom paid?”

Kara: “Myself and my sisters, 100 women in total.”

Degladoth: “And what became of the women?”

Kara: “Many were given the option to serve you directly. Those of us who refused were forced into your whore house. The witch, Asha, and her servant women raping us multiple times a day to prepare us for the armies of men we would be forced to service when they rotated in.”

Amalia began to imagine the swarming army coming and going like clockwork.

Degladoth: “And why are you on your knees begging before me today?”

Kara: “I have seen the way the women are used there; made pretty and taught to be graceful so that the soldiers can have their pick of the lot to defile.”

Degladoth: “And what of the ones who refuse?”

Kara (crying throughout): “Asha casts a spell. Those who accept of their own will become mindless, seemingly gleeful to be violated, molested, and raped. Those who refuse keep their minds, but lose the ability to speak or to fight. Some become like rabbits, some like dogs, some as horses, others still like pigs. Sometimes the men force the women to fuck each other. Sometimes the men force the women to satisfy actual animals. You can see it in their eyes.”

Degladoth: “And your fate, Kara, Warrior who was traded to save your King and Queen their own daughter?”

Kara: “I refused. Asha was training me to be a puppy when she stopped and sent me here.”

Degladoth (smiling): “How does it make you feel, the way Amalia treated you?”

Amalia was embarrassed but not remorseful. More like ‘she got caught, will apologize and it will all be fine’.

Kara wasn’t answering, seemingly confused.

Degladoth: “I didn’t approach Hazelmire; they came to me.”

Amalia did not understand, but something was telling her that she should be scared.

Degladoth: “I didn’t ask for a Princess; one was offered to me.”

Amalia’s butthole was puckering, she was not going to be able to talk her way out of things this time.

Degladoth: “Why don’t you show Amalia, former Princess of Hazelmire, who judged you for enduring; what the whores have taught you about that stick?”

Kara stood up and grabbed the stick. “With pleasure” she said grinning. Degladoth had the guards leave and ordered the handmaids to hold Amalia; on her knees, her arms spread wide, her clothes being ripped to shreds.

Kara and the handmaids looked at each other gleefully as Degladoth watched saying “Her butthole is mine. If she bites, break her teeth. If she fights, beat her.”

Amalia spit at Kara: “Fuck you!”

Kara wiped the spit smiling and slapping it hard onto Amalia’s beautiful face. “No bitch.” She leaned in and whispered “Fuck YOU” then shoved the stick hard into Amalia’s mouth forcing her to gag.

Amalia had never even heard of putting a dick in anything other than a pussy, using a stick in place of one, or of ANY of the things Kara had described. It was much different looking up at Kara, choking; than it was the other way around. Amalia did not like this at all and she showed it with her face.

“No bitch, you are going to enjoy it” Kara said, twisting one of Amalia’s nipples hard until Amalia forced a smile. “That’s a good little fuck” Kara taunted patting Amalia’s head.

Two of the handmaids were holding each of Amalia’s arms outstretched to her sides, the third was now behind her with a second stick.

Kara: “I was going to let you use the wet stick, but you just had to tell me to fuck myself, didn’t you?”

Amalia had eyes of confusion, the wet stick going in and out of her mouth. Then all at once her eyes became wide and a muffled scream was let out. The handmaid had shoved the dry stick into Amalia’s dripping wet pussy, every tiny ridge and bump feeling like mountains inside her. Her throat and pussy were being fucked when she felt a slap on the face “What a pathetic bitch!” Kara shouted.

The handmaids felt that Amalia’s arms were going limp, so they began slapping her ass, her body, and her breasts.

It didn’t take long for Amalia to turn red; she would be bruised tomorrow.



Kara and the handmaids pulled back and began undressing.

Degladoth: “Maids, take her to my room, the guards will show you the way. Kara, you stay for a moment.”

The handmaids dragged Amalia’s limp body out of the room. Kara was kneeling in front of the man.

Degladoth: “You will be responsible for her. Your sisters will be freed as a prize. If you fail, if you betray me, if you disobey me in any way – I will take you to your homeland, fucking your tight butthole along the way, I will have you bewitched to act like a horse parading your naked body for all to see, and I will have you trail me until I find a buyer for you, a filthy fat one who will buy you cheap. Is that understood?”

Kara: “Yes your majesty, I am yours and I will make her obey you.”

Degladoth: “Good, get my new bitch ready.”

Kara walked off happily to Degladoth’s chambers to wait with the handmaids.

When Degladoth entered the room, the handmaids were taking turns using Amalia’s tongue, making out with each other as they did so, slapping Amalia, grabbing her hair, playing with her nipples, hearing her squeal.

Amalia’s ass and pussy were in the air, Kara’s pretty face laying sideways on the small of Amalia’s back, her mouth open offering harbor for Degladoth’s dick. Amalia could feel drool dripping down her ass crack as she heard Kara moaning and gagging behind her. Then she felt the most painful pressure she had ever felt, her butthole stretching, she was screaming she realized as the handmaid in front of her pulled her face in deeper toward her crotch.

Amalia was humiliated, exhausted, and ashamed – she was ready to apologize, ready to beg. Her butthole and Kara’s mouth alternating taking in Degladoth’s cock. He was in her now, going back and forth, taking his time at first but pumping into her hard at this point. Finally, he pulled out of her.

“It’s over” she thought to herself.

Then a hand grabbed Amalia’s hair hard and dragged her around, her mouth open - out of instinct now, self-preservation kicking in. The smell of her own butthole in her nostrils as the cock entered her mouth causing her to gag for new reasons. Her head was held hard, she was choking, her eyes rolled up and her throat squeezing the meat hard as it throbbed visibly in her neck. He pulled out spraying cum all over Amalia’s face and hair. A loud slap was followed by “It’s okay bitch, you’ll beg when you are ready.”

The handmaids were told to restrain Amalia, then leave to a room which was waiting for them. Amalia was fitted with a steel collar, wrist cuffs, and ankle cuffs, each of which was chained to the wall – she was to sleep on the floor like this, covered in cum, drool, and sweat. Again humiliating.

Kara was to wash up then return, she was to sleep at the foot of the bed.

Amalia began passing out when she heard the door open and a pair of heels.

Degladoth: “Kara, I believe you know my wife, Asha.”

It was the witch. Amalia felt her worn out butthole pucker again as goosebumps formed all over her body.

Degladoth: “Asha, say hello to my new bitch. She is a Princess and a brat.”

Asha knelt down and held Amalia’s head up by the chin. “I love brat’s” she said winking “Let’s have some fun.”
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