King Simon had been unkind to his people, so they take his beautiful, kind daughter and rape her in the streets as revenge
Life had been pretty bad in the Kingdom, that much was true. King Simon was not a particularly kind King and had raised taxes pretty dramatically. He was clearly saddened by the sudden death of his wife, Queen Eleanor and was taking it out on his subjects. Either way, the people of the Kingdom had had enough and were bashing at the doors of the castle in a large mob, Simon merely surrounded himself by his best guards and hoped the door would hold long enough for them to give up.
Meanwhile, however, in her quarters by her self, was the beautiful, kind nurturing princess, Princess Asa. She was preparing herself for her tour of the kingdom, where she met with the townsfolk to discuss what issues they wanted changing. She hadn’t done one in a while as her father feared for her safety, she assured him that her personal bodyguard the 6″5 Sir Tristen would guard her. Her features were often described as delicate yet alluring, with expressive eyes that seemed to reflect depth and charm. Asa’s flowing hair and radiant smile complimented her beauty, making her a symbol of beauty and grace. She was wearing a hand crafted dress (see photo for reference), a tight blue corset with golden floral patterns covering it, frilly mesh straps wrapped around her shoulders. The same frilly mesh material made up her hemline as it exploded out the bottom of her corset, the puffy blue dress flowed elegantly. She was braiding up her curly brunette hair into a tight braid in the back of her head, flowing out of the braid was the rest of her curly brown hair. The messenger Simon had sent to warn her to stay in the castle had tripped and passed out on his way to her room so therefore wasn’t there to warn her.
She exited her quarters and turned to her bodyguard, guarding her door, Sir Tristen, “Are we ready to go?”
“Of course your highness” He said cordially “However- do you think it’s wise to leave the castle your highness?”
“Tristen-” she said lightly tugging on his arm “You’ve seen too much war, you think everyone is out to hurt you”
He nodded and apologised, they then made their way down the stairs, Tristen noticing how unusually empty the castle was, were was everyone? He didn’t know that they were all in the safe-room, Simon panicking about where his daughter was. She, at that exact moment was leaving the castle through a back exit and making her way into town.
She arrived in town to find it virtually empty “Where is everybody” she said turning to Sir Tristen
“Perhaps it’s best if we turn back”
“What did I tell you Tristen, you need to worry less”
At that moment a commoner ran out of his house yelling “Nearly forgot this!” wielding a pick-fork in both hands. He took a double take as he saw the Princess standing in the middle of town, he stood bewildered for a moment.
“Hello there sir.” she cried out to him “Where is everyone”
Hesitantly “They’re-” he stopped himself and looked confused for a moment longer
“Go fetch them will you.” she instructed, Tristen had to hold back his disapproval, the man nodded vigorously and ran towards the castle. “How odd.”
“Your highness-”
“Tristen. You must understand these people just want to be heard, if you hurt them, that’s when they get aggressive, so, whatever they do, don’t harm them, okay?”
“Yes your highness”
After about 4 minutes of waiting the mob returned, their pitch-forks were lowered and they looked at her with bemusement. “One was right here the whole time”, laughter caught on amongst the mob. Tristen couldn’t help but notice that the mob only consisted of men.
“Where are your wives and daughters?” Tristen called out to them
“Back at the castle” A random mobber responded
“Ah, you were talking with my father then!” she said with a tone of delightment of naivety
“I guess you could say that” the mobber said
“Now.” She said swiftly moving on “I understand you just talked to my father, but I’m hear to collect your true thoughts about what needs changing in this village”
“I’ve got one!” another voice chanted “Why do you get to be in power, in you’re stupid castle whilst the rest of us have to work all day”, murmurs of agreement echoed through the crowd.
“Oh-” she looked a little confused and said earnestly and innocently “Because we were chosen by the divine”
“THE DIVINE!” they repeated back to her all laughing “Let’s quit stalling!” another voice cried “Let’s get her!” she stepped back slightly as they all moved in a circled around her
“My goodness there’s a lot of you” she said slightly shakily “What are you-” One of them started touching her hair as she pulled away “Oh not there please” she said kindly.
“This bitch thinks she too good for us”
“Bitch?!-” she said appalled, “I’m your princess”
“Push her down!” a voice cried, she was shoved down onto her knees but a couple of the mobbers, she had only just noticed that most of the men had their cocks out, fully erect and slowly jerking, where they doing at her?
“Please- what are you-” her beautiful bright blue dress pushed into the muddy unpaved roads.
“Look at her sexy blue eyes a voice called out as he furiously jerked his cock.
“What are you doing?!” she was starting to claw to get out “Sir Tristen! Tristen! Help!” pushing through crowd Sir Tristen lent over besides and said “Sorry my lady, I made an oath not to interfere” she snarled at him “Tristen! My father is will behead you-” Her tight braid was pulled and manhandled by someone behind her as she let out a little shriek. Tristen started to unbuckle his belt and pulled out his huge 10″ cock. Asa’s eyes widened and dilated as saw the full girth of his cock, she felt her hand being grabbed by some complete stranger as they brought her hand up to her cock, she quickly pulled her hand away. “I get first dibs” said the man they saw first, he pushed Asa’s face toward his cock with both he hands placed on tight knots of her hair, she screamed as he pushed the tip of his cock straight into her unwilling mouth, shoving his cock deep down her throat, pulling out and thrusting again, not letting her breath. She felt her hands be grabbed and pulled onto cocks and hearing “Start stroking bitch or else” she felt she had no other choice but to start fully moving up and down the full lengths of their hairy, unwashed cock. The man she was sucking clearly hadn’t had a shower in his life, his stench was foul and his hand was unloving and he forced her down onto his cock groaning and shouting “YES TAKE IT ALL THE WAY BITCH”. People started chanting “Princess Whore! Princess Whore! Princess Whore!”, feeling she was about to pass out the man let go of her hair and let her throw her head of her cock coughing and spitting “PLEASE” she managed to get out “I’M NOT A SLUT” quickly his cock slammed back into her throat pumping his hot jizz far down her throat. She coughed and gagged as she had no choice but to swallow it, more and more kept coming out. He slunk out of the way for another man who looked young, not like all the old farmers that she was being raped by, she recognised him, he gave her a rose at the last meeting about town issues that they had, he was lovely to her, he grabbed her hair and shouted “THIS IS FOR TEASING ME YOU SLUT”, other people began slapping her across the face with their huge meat, one town member even coated her face with his seed. She screamed and moaned as her face got covered. After taking about 6 nuts, her guard, Sir Tristen picked her up, prying her away from all the wandering hands, groping his tits and using her hands and mouth. Finally he’d come to save her.
However she was wrong. He slammed her down into the dirt ripping her skirt in the back so her pussy and ass where on full display “NOO TRISTEN PLEASE DON’T”
“I’ll save you if you admit how much of a slut you are?”
“What”
“You’ve always been a slut and a tease and you deserve this”, he slapped her ass firmly as the townspeople gawked at his pure masculinity commanding this little whore.
“YES! I’M SORRY DADDY I DESERVE THIS! I WANT THIS! I WANT MY PEOPLE TO USE MY HOLES! THAT’S WHAT I WAS MADE FOR!” she shouted
“You heard it folks!” He shouted to the people
“Wait- no- Tristen that was just for you- That was-” Her mouth was yet again filled by a huge hunk of meat, her hands filled by dicks dripping with precum. She felt the seal of her tight pussy be kissed by the tip of Tristen’s 10 incher.
“You’re wet, WHORE” and with that he thrust his cock so far into her that his heavy balls slapped against her body, another towner maneuvered his way over to her rear and stuck his cock in her ass. She moaned a fierce and hear shattering moan “FUCK ME” she said muffled by the gagging and sloppy sounds of her giving oral aid to her people.
Days went by and the townspeople never grew tired of it. The local carpenter built a contraption to keep her in place in the middle of the town. When word reached her father, he corresponded with the towns people and said that they could keep his daughter as their fuckslut if he could stay as their king. Every male member of the kings guard, and everyone who worked for the royals came and fucked her as hard as they could in front of the town and thrusted all their problems into her holes whilst she screamed and begged for mercy, but they knew she liked it. She was fed well (not just with cum) and got endless satisfaction from it. When King Simon was starting to become even more lonely he visited his daughter, stroking her face, she rejoiced, finally she could go home, but instead, he told her all about how she reminded him of his wife, and then fucked her for 2 days straight. Her old life was over, she was a slut now, eventually they didn’t even have to lock her up, she knew her place.
