Round Robin Request

[Larzaius]

Any writers interested in starting a round robin story with me? Both male and female writers accepted, changing perspectives (first person, second person, third person) also accepted as long as we continue the story.

THE RULES

1. Two Page Limit- Your chapter should be a minimum of two pages in length.

2. At least four hour wait until you can make next entry- Lets give everyone a chance to submit so please wait four hours before sumbmitting your chapter

3. Read the chapters- Let's try to keep a good narrative flow going so please read previous chapters so victim or victims don't go from being outside and gangraped in an alley to indoors and fifteen years older sucking off a loanshark.

4. No No's- Sorry but I have certain things that turn me off a story as soon as I see them if you want to participate please do not use the following: Kids (If any of you have read past posts I don't support any kind of kiddy porn), any kind of body waste (this includes enema's scat, golden showers and distending stomachs), snuff (I want her to live with her humiliation maybe even have to come back for more), Beastality (Unless somehow aliens or demons get in the mix otherwise no), and mutilation (don't damage the merchandise)

Otherwise I am willing to keep an open mind to anything else including incest (as long as it is legal age, though I prefer step parents and family friends), bondage, torture and public humiliation.

If any writer is interested then feel free to comment back and we can discuss story ideas, answer inquries and we can draw lots (I have a randomizer on my compie) to see who gets to start the story and with what victims.

[Larzaius]

Sorry I meant maximum of two pages don't want entries going to long, minimum of one page though want more then three paragraphs

[midevilone]

Are u going to start the story?

[Larzaius]

(This is the start of the Round Robin, I didn't do any real description of the victim leaving you free to slowly develop her, I will start one page just to set the premise)

Conquered

Princess Marion shivered as the Duke's man marched her to her parents quarters her parents old quarters before they were executed by the cruel baron and his soldiers. They're attack was well planned, quick, brutal and cowardly since there was no announcement of war from their neighboring country. Somehow they had gained access to weapons and soldiers and were able to take over the kingdom. The first thing that the Duke did after seizing the palace was a public execution of the former rulers. Her father and brothers were slain her mother was then placed in a cell awaiting trial (a ridiculous idea since their was no justice now). Marion was also placed in a cell but she couldn't help but notice how the baron watched her like a wolf watching a fawn. The princess was only nineteen but she was no fool she knew the baron was planning on making an example of her and her mother, a different type of public execution probably one were the weak woman would be expected to beg and plead for their lives. Marion decided that she would sooner die than give them the satisfaction. Her only regret would be that she would no longer get to see her lover Zacer. Zacer was a loyal soldier to her family and did his best to keep her safe from the Duke's men but eventually they got seperated she never did learn his fate. Her lover (they had just begun making love) was a fair and noble soul. She had heard rumors that he may have been executed the men opened the doors to her parents noble estate and hustled her in. Inside was the baron waiting for her, resting on her father's bed. He looked at her with a predators glance but it was who was next to him hanging bloodied and battered was Zacer. He was hanging from a rafter being watched by a huge guard.
"Zacer," she cried out running towards her lover the huge man got into her path.
"Your lover, has been very resilant to co-operate with us, but he has cried out your name a couple of times when the executions were mentioned." She whimpered at the idea of her lover being held hostage by the cruel Duke. She struggled against the guards grip. She saw the Duke take a dagger to his throat. "I think we should put him out of his misery
"No wait, please, please don't kill him." The Duke stopped in mid strike.
"What are you willing to offer for his life?"
"Anything, please, anything, please don't kill him" The Duke pulled away from him.
"Very well I will spare him so he can watch you fuck me." The Duke lied down on the bed while the huge guard held his sword to the former Captain of the guard. "Now Princess Marion I want you to strip slowly for me. The Princess could feel the guards leering at her she blushed and started removing her gown. The guards started to advance towards her but the Duke raised his hands. "No, I want her lover to see her eagerly stripping for me, serving me and finally pleasing me."
"Marion," Zacer moaned weakly his dirty bloody hair keeping him from seeing things too clearly, he could hear Marion sobbing and the Duke ordering her to remove her clothes, he heard a rustling sound and looked up to see her gown fall revealing her bra and lacy undergarments. The guards touched their crotches adjusting them to a more comfortable posistion.
"Good keep going," the Duke instructed. Marion looked at the floor, the same floor she used to play on as a child, now it was being used as a stage for a strip tease show. A show for the men who murdered her family and tortured her lover. She looked at Zacer hanging helplessley by the rafter as the Duke soiled her parents bed with his very presence. She blushed as she rolled down her stocking exposing her shapely to the crowd. "You still are not done ," to emphasize the urgency the Duke nodded and the guard ran the blade over Zacer's face giving him the smallest nick.
"Stop Duke, stop my Duke..." she had heard of his past cruelties and how he always made his women address by title. She quickly removed the bra and pushed it away from her body. Her hands trembled as she struggled with her panties finally sliding them off.
"Good now the games can really begin."

[Corvid]

The Duke undid his trousers, pulling his thick, stiffening cock free as he sat back on the bed.
"To start with, Princess, you will take my manhood in that pretty pink mouth of yours. I will advise you to be very good to me with your lips and tongue; if you get any ideas of using teeth, my guard will inflict five-fold on the anatomy of your precious Zacer. No matter what discomfort you experience, your role is only to serve and pleasure me. Do you understand?"
"Marion! Please, it's not worth-" Zacer exclaimed.
"Silence, vermin!" The guard smashed the flat of his blade against the man's cheek. Marion cried out as she saw the blade flash, for a moment believing a killing blow had been landed; tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw her lover reel from the blow.
"Please, just don't hurt him!" The princess whimpered as she approached the bed, her long ash-blond hair floating in her wake.
"Then suck, Marion." The Duke sneered. "Suck like the desperate little whore that you are."
Marion cringed as she bent over, crawling into the bed on her hands and knees. Closing her eyes against the reality around her, she slowly lowered her head, opening her wet mouth and slowly taking the head of her enemy's penis inside of her.
A hard, calloused hand cupped her full breast, squeezing. "Deeper. Nurse my cock, you wanton little bitch..."
The princess moaned softly, pushing the cruel man's anatomy further into her mouth, sliding her tongue around the shaft and trying to imagine that it was the bound man behind her she was pleasuring, not the one who held them both at his mercy.
"Go on, strumpet!" One of the guardsmen sniggered. "Show us all how badly you want your master's cum in your gullet!" The others laughed coarsely. Zacer swallowed, trying to look away.
Marion's head bobbed slowly up and down. Her mind was elsewhere as she tried to shut her surroundings out, and her lack of concentration was clear to the Duke, infuriating. The hand on her breast tightened into a vice on her nipple.
"MMMPHHH-!" Her mouth tightened, and she struggled not to bite at the sudden pain.
"Useless quim! Just enough experience to have soiled your virginity, but not enough to give a cock-sucking worthy of your Duke. SUCK!"
His other hand tangled in the locks of hair at her scalp and pulled the whimpering woman's head down hard. The lovely blond gagged as the truncheon-like rod stabbed into the back of her throat.
"That's it... Show me what you'll sacrifice to save your precious love. Show me your proper obeisance, woman!"
Saliva dripped from the edge's of the princess' mouth as he used her, dragging her head down as his hips arched and forcing her to take his cock to the gagging point. The hand on her breast played with the full mound, fingers sinking into its softness as he defiled her.
A cruel smile spread across the Duke's lips as his breathing grew harder. "I think the Princess needs to show us that she's learned how to follow her commands to the letter," he announced to the watching guards. "Are you enjoying your view of Marion's delightfully curved ass?"
The men watching roared a lusty approval.
"Would one of you be so good as to give those lovely flanks a good strapping with your belt?"
A fight nearly broke out as the men jostled for the opportunity to play a part in the erotic show unfolding before them. One, Osten, a swarthy brute with a stubbled chin and a mean streak to rival his lord's, seized the initiative to remind others of favors and gambling debts that he had yet to call in. With grudging acceptance, the others watched as he came forward, pulling the thick leather belt from his pants and doubling it in his hands.
Marion's eyes opened wide as she understood the instructions the Duke had given. The tear-wet blue pools looked up at her enemy beseechingly, but found no mercy on the countenance that looked down upon her.
"Beat her firmly," The Duke instructed. "Flush those cheeks with a hot rose, and give her pain."
The belt rose into the air, and slammed into her soft white flesh with a resounding CRACK as the onlookers let out a cheer.
The princess cried out, her mouth buzzing into the Duke's cock, but somehow managed not to bite him.
The belt struck again, and her hips swiveled up as her buttocks rippled with the blow.
Again. Again, the guards cheering each "crack" on the Princess' round derriere.
"This will serve to heighten your remorse," The Duke sneered, pulling her head down again, "when you are taken from behind."
Marion whimpered as her head rose, as the belt again cut against her soft, pale skin.
"These hips," The Duke growled, his hand drifting down her body, "Are but the handles for a man to draw you back as he drives into you deep... As he makes you take the sweet pain that is your dessert, forcing you open and degrading you..."
In a smooth rhythm, the belt rose and fell, CRACK upon CRACK, cheer upon cheer, as the princess' hindquarters bloomed into a fiery sunrise.

[Larzaius]

Marion sobbed as the Duke defiled her mouth with his huge cock, she had only seen Zacer's before but this one was a lot thicker than Zacer and the Duke was nowhere near as gentle. The belt lashed against her ass causing her to twitch to try to avoid it. The Duke got harder but she suspected it wasn't so much from her oral pleasing abilities as it was from the sound of the belt striking her tight derriere. The pain was almost too much she felt like she was going to faint the only thing that kept her going was her Zacer being forced to watch. She got the sense that the Duke was enjoying his helplessness which meant as long as she kept performing and he was forced to watch the Duke would keep Zacer alive. Her regal mouth was having a hard time choking down the Duke's huge cock as she was unaccostemed to the rough treatment she was receiving. The Royal living she had become accostmed to allow her to maintain her delicate features. A slim almost petite body with a cute tight looking little ass that the guards took great pleasure whipping. A rough hand grabbed her head pulling it off the Duke's cock. "Tell your lover my cock is bigger than his, so much bigger." Marion looked at Zacer his handsome face caked in blood, his eyes a mix of physical pain and spiritual anguish. Still he was alive and as long as Marion did as she was commanded he would stay that way.
"Zacer the Duke's penus is much bigger than yours." The belt struck her ass again.
"Cock, you will refer to it as a cock" the Duke ordered as the guard whipped her again.
"Yes, sir, sorry The Duke's cock is so much bigger than yours.
"And I want to ride it so badly," the Duke told her in a chilling whisper. A terrified breath caught in Marion's throat. She looked down at his throbbing cock and couldn't imagine she would survive that huge thing pushing into her. Zacer shook his head violently protestiong the whole idea
"No Marion, don't allow him the satisfaction, protect your dignity." The princess looked at her brave soldier. Oh poor Zacer I doubt The Duke will take no for an answer, at least this way you get to live and we can be reunited later when Father's allies retake the castle.
"Duke I wish to ride your huge cock, please may I do so?" she said not daring to take her eyes off of her cruel captor. The Duke looked at her with a victorius glint in his eyes.
"Undress me Harlot, that is what you will be for now on my own personal Harlot to serve me however I see fit." The princess fell to her knees it was too much for her to take, his slave, his whore to be used by him again and again until she died. That huge thing violating her every day.
"Duke you have gone to..." Zacer's words were cut off by a scream of pain as his guard's dagged dug into his arm giving him the shallowest of cuts.
"Quiet dog," the guard ordered him. Princess Marion stared at the floor, contemplating her fate. She rose towards the Duke and reached for his vest and started to unbutton him.
"Yes Duke, I will be your personal Harlot" she says sounding detached as she slipped off his vest. She felt his hard cock poking her leg as she undid his shirt buttons. Zacer watched in shock and defeat as the Princess revealed the Duke's upper body. Marion marveled at his chest which was covered in scars underneath a well trimmed busshel of chest hair. He was quite muscular being a soldier once himself a long time ago.
"Keep going Harlot, start with my shoes" Marion kneeled down and started to untie his shores only to have the Duke pull her hair. "Put my cock back in your mouth and keep practicing while you undress me." Tears of shame and humiliaion flowed down her cheeks as she opened her mouth and allowed the head of his cock inside. "You will be needing much practice to be a good Harlot, this will be the first of your many sessions." Marion could feel his shoes give way on his feet and she rolled his socks off as well. She felt his cock pushed deeper into her mouth and she struggled to keep up the tempo while undoing his breaches. The closer she got to the clothes closest to his cock the harder he made if for her by forcing her to swallow more of his hard cock. She tried not to gag as she pulled the legs of his breeches off one at a time. She could feel his huge throbbing cock fill out her throat and tried to breathe through her nose as she wrestled with his clothes. Finally she was able to pull them off only leaving his underwear. "See you are starting to like this, look men look how fast she pulls off my underwear." The men laughed as the Duke grabbed the princess's head and shoved his cock almost balls deep down her throat as she pulled off his underwear. As he felt the last remnants of his clothes the Duke pulled back allowing her to breathe. "And now the main event," he informed her. The princess cringed as he pulled her to her feet and turned her around to face Zacer.

[Corvid]

“Push my cock into your cunt,” The Duke ordered.

Cringing, her face flushed with terror and humiliation, Marion slowly lowered her body towards the Duke's hard, upthrust member. The Duke leered as he watched the Princess' reddened posterior sinking towards the head of his cock, smiled viciously as her body shivered when her labia parted, pushing his length oh-so-slowly into her womanhood.

“I'm sorry,” She mouthed to the horrified Zacer. “Please, I'm sorry...”

“You are doing a poor service, harlot, to leave your master waiting so long for his satisfaction!” The Duke snapped. Reaching up, he seized her by the hips and pulled her body down onto his.

“Ahhhh!” Marion cried out as the Duke's girth surged up through her unprepared feminine channel. Her fists and toes clenched as she set her hands down on the bed to buffer her descent, barely managing to prevent being forced to take the whole length of her hated enemy's penis with the first penetration.

The hands on her hips squeezed. “Your pain is no longer a consideration for you, my whore, but only your lord's gratification. It is my desire that you ride me deep and hard; I want to feel the head of my cock beating against your womb. Now put those lithe legs to work!” He punctuated the last word with a hard slap on her stinging buttock.

“You fiend,” Zacer whispered. The Duke laughed as Marion lifted herself upward, baring her gritted teeth.

The Princess tried to push herself further down on the Duke's manly staff, but could not spur herself to the sort of self-destructive act he had described. Her inner chamber was dry and tight; pushing even half of the man's anatomy inside of her made her cramp and ache. Her calves trembled with each downward push of her hips, first trying to push more of him into her, then trying to slow her own momentum. As each downward movement halted well above his hips, the Duke responded with another slap to her aching derriere.

“Not only are you a whore,” The Duke sneered, “You are a slovenly and ungifted whore.”

“I'm sorry...” Marione whimpered. “I can't...”

“Tell the men. Tell them you are a lousy harlot who is unpleasing to her master.”

Tears slid down the Princess' cheeks as she addressed the hooting guardsmen.

“I am... A lousy... h-h-harlot... who is unpleasing... to her master.”

“Pull back your shoulders. Thrust out your chest.”

It was difficult to keep her hands on the bed while obeying this command. The Duke cruelly used her less guarded position to pull down on her hips, thrusting deeper into Marion's clenching channel as she shifted, making the pretty blonde moan.

“Ask them to chastise your bosom for your failure.”

“Monster!” Zacer bellowed.

A guard backhanded him across the face. “Keep your silence, boy, or we'll happily cut out your tongue!”

The Duke smiled wickedly, shifting his hips under the bouncing woman. “Would that please you, harlot? We could pleasure you with your lover's tongue... Now, ask!”

Even as her blue eyes pleaded with the guards, she spoke the words she had been ordered to speak. “Please, sirs... ch-chastise my...”

A sob made the splendid, arched globes bounce.

“...my bosom...”

The guard with the belt looked to the Duke. “How many?”

The Duke licked his lips. “I don't want to damage the fruit just yet. Let's say, five.”

The man nodded, pulling the thick leather back over a heavily muscled shoulder.

“Count the blows, harlot,” The Duke snarled.

The belt sailed through the air and cracked against the soft, feminine flesh, causing the out-thrust mound to buckle before springing and bouncing back with a livid pink mark.

“Ahh...! One...!”

“Don't cease ministering to my cock, bitch! Move your hips!”

The belt whistled through the air again, the impact loud in the stifling chamber.

“N-guhhh...! Two!”

Marion's sobbing grew louder as her descent brought her closer to the Duke; the penetration was hurtful, but she was unconsciously trying to sink away from the flogging of her breasts.

The next blow snagged against the peak of her pretty pink nipple. Marion screamed. The hands on her hips tightened, and another slap rang out against her flank.

“Have you forgotten how to count, with all your other inadequacies, harlot?”

Marion whimpered. “Three...!”

“Shoulders back. Yield your bountiful tits for your due punishment!”

The blonde's torso shuddered with her crying as she struggled to obey, furthering the Duke's hurtful penetration still deeper.

The belt slammed into the undersides of the firm rounds.

“C-cuhhh... Four!”

“Last pays for all, they say...”

One of the Duke's hands lifted from her hip to press against her upper back as the guard turned, swiveling his shoulders to lend a truly unchivalrous strength to the lash of the delicate, defenseless swells.

The crack was like a thunderclap.

“AAHHHHH!”

The Duke's hands held her steady at the highest point of her rise.

“Say it!”

“...FIVE...!”

Then he pulled the stricken woman down hard, ramming his manhood against her cervix as she screamed.