Enslaved Princess

It was an undignified position the princess of the Shapeshifters found herself in; bent over a large oak desk, her skirt covered ass high in the air, her decently endowed chest squished onto the dark, cool surface. Her arms, bound by a rope at the wrist, were tied down to the desk, assuring that she couldn't try to claw her way out of her fate. Her mouth was gagged and it was for the best, because she had a mouth on her that could cause any mans dick to shrivel up and die.

She looked back at the person behind her, the man that was going to be using her to fulfill his own perverse desires, her deep green eyes showed nothing but hate and contemptment for him. She tried to scream, most likely a few different choice curse words, but luckily for him, her gag was doing its job. However, a few moments later, that screaming died down, that look of hate turned to slight shock, and then slight fear as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

The cause was his hands, which were now planted firmly upon her firm buttocks, hidden under her short yet adequately covering ice blue, gold trimmed skirt. Upon giving them a few, good squeezes, her screams started again, that look of hate returned, but there was still fear; she knew what was going to happen and she had no power to stop it.

With a slight chuckle, he lifted his left hand up, flipping up her skirt, revealing a primitive loin cloth, which barely covered her ass and pussy. Her eyes followed it as her screams died down... and then, his hand came down, slapping her ass. It was like a crack of thunder, the sound, and not a half second later she cried out, his eyes twitched. Again, his hand went up and again it came down, harder and faster, making her scream in pain.

Again and again he slapped her, often switching between hands. She screamed each time, louder than the time before. As time wore on, her ass cheeks became red and sore, then slightly puffy from the assault. It stung something fierce, and his relentless assault was just making it worse.

But then, all so suddenly it all stopped. His hands ceased their spanking assault, but only because they were busy with other things. In his left hand was her skirt which he pushed up further, to her waist; this gave him an unobstructed view on her puffy red ass. With this done, his right hand grabbed hold of her loincloth panties, ready and just waiting for the signal to rip them from her little body.

He licked his lips in anticipation, eyes narrowing in preparation for the sight of her bare slit and anus. When he was fully ready, he jerked his hand back hard, causing the cloth covering her more intimate parts to be torn from her body, revealing to him two of the three holes he would have the easiest time abusing. With it now worthless, the cloth was cast aside.

"My, my... what do we have here?"

His voice is that of a mocking tone as his right hand slips down to her neatly kempt pussy --which seems odd, given that her people weren't the most civilized and advanced in the world-- and finds it already slick with her juices. He can't help but play with her slit gently with his middle finger, making her moan and writhe, regardless of how much she wishes she didn't enjoy it. He's bemused by the fact that she's so wet; was she truly being aroused by the idea of being forced into sex?

However, even with all of this, his real plan shines through, atleast to him. As he plays with her little slit, making her writhe in pleasure, giving her something to make her really wet over, her ass cheeks are being pushed apart by his left hand; his thumb, index finger, ring finger and pinky, to be exact.

She doesn't even know that he know has a nice, clear view of her pink and puckered little anus. It really is quite a lovely sight, and he's sure that he's the first man in her post puberty years to actually see it. He's heard about their kind; they're not into anal stimulation and pleasure.

Even with all of this, the idea that she was aroused by his raping her is too strong a thing to ignore. he simply must ask her;

"Does the thought of being raped turn you on, you filthy little savage? Or perhaps it's the fact that I was giving you punishment by slapping your little ass that turned you on. But then, it may have also been the pain of it all; perhaps all that screaming was in pleasure instead of actual pain.

Heh... since you can't answer me, I'll just have to find out the old fashioned way, now won't I?"



Without so much as a warning, he rams his as yet unused left middle finger into her anal opening, making her scream in both pain and shock as he ceases his manipulation of her slit. He adjusts his hand a slightly so he barely keeps her cheeks parted with his index and ring fingers, while pressing his thumb and pinky into that well toned cheeks. With this, he has a much easier time of finger fucking that tight little opening, thrusting it in and out with as much speed as possible, given the amount of force he has to put into getting it into her.