Kingdom of Lust and Lies

Chapter Sixteen

When she woke, Alayna made herself remain in bed and recall all the things she'd seen today. All the streets, their proximity to the outer gates (which he hadn't taken her near), the number of soldiers present, anything that could make a difference in her escape. When she was certain she'd recalled everything she could remember, Alayna lifted her hips and worked at the straps. She carefully removed the cock, choking back a moan as it slid free from her pussy. She glanced around for somewhere to hide it from the servants who refreshed her room every day and found nothing. With a huff, she settled for trying to shove it as far beneath the bed as she could reach.

She found a second potion sitting on the table in front of the hearth. Whatever he was planning had to be big, because he hadn't forced her to take a second potion since that incident with the machine. Figuring arousal would help her get through whatever fresh torment awaited her, she drank it and went to the bath.

Sleeping with the cock inside her and being unable to cum had left her body feeling extra sensitive. While she washed, she made herself think of Beckett to take her mind off the need growing between her thighs. Normally thinking of Beckett aroused her, but he had to know she was overdue to return by now. Alayna worried he would assume she'd decided not to come back.

Would he come looking for her? He'd always made it clear it was her choice to leave or stay, which she was grateful for. Alayna had chosen to stay because being with Beckett felt right. She'd confided things in him she'd never told anyone else before. He made her feel safe, without making her feel trapped. On the road to Dewhurst, when she was alone with her thoughts, Alayna had started to wonder if she... if she loved him.

She was too scared to examine the answer to that question, both then and now.

And it wasn't just Beckett. She missed Gryff's quiet, reassuring presence and the way he always smelled of the forest. She missed Coen's ready laugh and smart mouth. She even missed Shegar, the massive orc woman who'd declared Alayna her favorite, even as Shegar never hesitated to plant Alayna's ass in the dirt whenever they sparred. She knew it came from a place of love, because Shegar wanted her to be able to protect herself, even if it made sitting uncomfortable for a few hours.

Thinking of them was beginning to make her chest ache, so she finished her bath and made herself run through all she'd learned today while she combed her hair. She would escape. She would return to them.

She debated putting the gray dress back on, just so she would have something more substantial to cover herself with, but it was wrinkled from where she'd left it on the floor and soiled with dirt from the alley and Xanth's seed. She opted instead for the usual scraps of cloth meant to serve as a dress.

Night had begun to fall by the time the door opened. "Pet. I trust you're well-rested and have taken your potion."

She dangled the empty vial between two fingers without deigning to look up from her book.

"Good. That will make the night easier for you." He slid the book out of her grasp, making her finally look up at him. "Come."

She blinked. "We're not staying here?"

"Not tonight. Now come." His tone had grown a little harder, so she rose to follow him, not wanting to risk pushing him too far.

He led her from the room. "You aren't... you aren't putting me back on the machine, are you?" She couldn't think of anything she'd done to misbehave.

"No, Fox, you've been on your best behavior, so there isn't a need to punish you. Unless," he looked down at her as they walked, "you want me to?"

"No thank you," she said quickly. He chuckled as he led her down a flight of stairs.

This was a new part of the castle she hadn't yet seen before. As she had every other time, Alayna made a note of all the stairs they took, the turns they made, fitting it into the mental map she was slowly building. He came to a stop down a particularly long hallway with only one door and opened it, motioning her inside.

The room was quite large, more suited to holding court than anything else. She wasn't even sure where to look first. The biggest bed she'd ever seen in her life dominated one side of the room, though it had no headboard or footboard. Just four massive poles rising from each corner. An assortment of chains were stored along the ceiling above it, all of various lengths and sizes. Arranged around the bed were several overstuffed couches and chairs, as well as small end tables.

In another corner of the room was a raised wooden platform, with what looked like a saddle sitting in the middle of it. It vaguely resembled the saddle for the machine, though Alayna could make out no box beneath it. More chairs were situated in front of the platform.

A large wooden X had been set up in another part, rings hanging from the top of it. More chains and boxes of things she couldn't identify. In fact, looking closer, there were many things she couldn't name, couldn't even begin to fathom the use for. Alayna was pretty sure that was a bathtub off to the side.

"What is this place?"

"You were curious when I said we were leaving your room. The only person who will ever fuck you inside that room, in that bed, is me. Because when you fall asleep at night, I want you to remember all the things I've done to you in that bed."

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Go on."

"The other room, the one with the machine, is where I train my new pets, or re-train ones I've had longer. It's also where I punish pets who disobey me."

"And this one?"

"This room is special. This room is meant for entertaining guests. Let's say I'm hosting a party and I want to show off my newest acquisition to my friends. Or I'm trying to make a business deal and need something to use as leverage. I would chain you to that," he pointed at the X, "and show everyone how nicely your ass jiggles when I spank it. Or I would chain you to the bed and let those friends and business partners fuck you one at a time. Or in groups, whatever they prefer."

She'd gone pale. "But... but you aren't hosting a party." Was he? How could she tell when he kept her locked in that room?

"Correct, I'm not." She nearly sagged in relief. "At least not tonight. However, if I'm particularly pleased with the job someone in my employ has done, such as Bast the other night, I typically bring them here. So I can reward them with one of my personal pets."

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "Is that why I'm here tonight?"

As if on cue, the door opened. Two men entered, having to duck their heads to fit below the top of the door.

Dear gods, they were huge.

Beckett, Coen and Gryff were not small men, especially Gryff. All three of them had honed their bodies through a lifetime of war, their sculpted, muscled forms well-earned. Xanth was also quite muscular, though he wasn't as tall as Gryff.

These men dwarfed all of them. They were taller than Gryff by a head, with muscles to match. They looked the exact same, right down to their close-cropped, rich brown hair and hazel eyes.

Twins. The twins.

"Xa— sir..." she edged closer to him, hating the way they raked her body with their eyes.

"Alayna, these are the twins, Victor and Vaughn. Don't try figuring out which one is which. I can never keep track and it doesn't really matter. These two have done an exceptional job of keeping the uninvited guests I told you about occupied. They've been asking to have you since you came here, so I thought you would make a fitting reward."

One of them took a step forward like he couldn't help himself. Alayna stepped behind Xanth, using his body to hide behind.

"Sir." She tried to keep her tone even and calm. "Sir, please don't do this. I'm not... I can't handle both of them at one time."

"Yes you can." He turned to face her and gripped her chin, lifting her head so she had no choice but to look at him. "Don't be afraid, Fox. I'll be right here the entire time to make sure no real harm comes to you."

"Please." She tried again, knowing it wouldn't make a difference. Not with him. "They're huge."

"That's probably the giant blood mixed into their parentage. You already know you're capable of taking extremely large cocks, so you have nothing to fear." He lowered his voice. "Also, just a little helpful advice: Don't struggle. It excites them even more."

"But..." she desperately searched her mind for anything to make him rethink this foolishness. "You said you wanted to breed me." Gods, she really had lost her mind. "How will you know if I carry your child or theirs?"

"An unfortunate side effect of my breeding program as that these two are sterile, though they'll still enjoy pumping you full of cum. Now I believe you've stalled long enough."

He gripped her arm and propelled her in their direction. Alayna stumbled into one of them, the man immediately grabbing her. He picked her up and started in the direction of the large bed, his brother close on his heels.

"Wait!" Alayna tried twisting out of his grip to no avail. He tossed her on the bed like a discarded piece of clothing.

"Hold her," he grunted at his brother, who moved to the other side of the bed and gripped her arms, pinning them down on the bed above her head. The one who'd carried her began ripping the silk cloth from her body.

"Wait," she cried again. "I don't... I don't even know which one you are!"

"Vaughn." The cloth tore away from her body in one movement, leaving her naked on the bed. He reached for her breasts. Alayna would never be mistaken for a small-breasted woman, but they certainly felt small now as his rough, calloused hands groped her.

He man-handled her breasts for several minutes before standing. Neither twin was wearing a shirt, but they did have on breeches. Vaughn's breeches strained to contain his erection as he unlaced them. He slid the breeches down, his cock just as large and thick as the rest of him. He pried her legs apart and wedged his hips between them to keep them open, then angled his cockhead at her entrance. Alayna tensed.

"Wait."

Vaughn stopped at the commanding tone in Xanth's voice. Alayna looked over to find him lounging on one of the couches, a glass in one hand.

"I told you to make sure she's prepared. This isn't one of your orc women you can rut at like a dog."

Vaughn scowled, looking down at her like he didn't quite know what to do. His brother, Victor, released her arms. "You hold. I'll do it."

She tried to take this opportunity to dart off the bed, but they were fast despite their size. Vaughn pinned her arms down while Victor pried her legs apart. His big hands held her thighs open while he bent over her, his thick tongue licking the seam between her thighs.

"From what I've been told," Xanth said while Alayna gasped. "Victor there — you are Victor, aren't you? — is the more soft-hearted of the two. He merely holds the prisoners while Vaughn gives them a beating."

Victor's tongue wasn't anywhere near as talented as Xanth's, but he still seemed to know all the right places to lick. What he lacked in knowledge, he made up for with enthusiasm, his rumbling moan vibrating against her pussy. Alayna moaned as well, though she kept straining against the vice-like grip Vaughn had on her arms.

"Don't get me wrong, they're both absolutely brutal and will fuck you without mercy, but Victor has enough sense to know how to please a woman."

Victor shoved his tongue inside her, though it wasn't long enough to reach that bundle of nerves. No, it was just long enough to frustrate her, much like the machine had. Her body already begging for release, she didn't know if she was struggling to escape them or to make him drive his tongue deeper inside her.

"Ah.... Ahn..." she squirmed on the bed. The motion of his tongue inside her might not have been enough to make her cum, but it was certainly succeeding in making her wet and needy.

When she was dripping wet and nearly out of her mind with the need to cum, he lifted his head, face glistening with her arousal. Before she could process what he was doing, he forced a very large, very thick finger inside her pussy.

Alayna gasped, body going tense on the bed as his finger shoved its way inside her. It was easily the size of a normal man's cock and stretched her just as much. The moment his fingertip touched that bundle of nerves, Alayna began to cum hard. Her body shook, breasts jiggling as she writhed, her pussy squeezing his finger tightly. Victor fucked her right through that orgasm, his finger rough and unyielding.  Vaughn apparently enjoyed her jiggling breasts, because he used one hand to keep her arms pinned and the other to cover one of her breasts, squeezing it hard. Alayna cried out in both pain and pleasure.

It wasn't enough for Vaughn. He released her arms and growled at his brother, "Turn her."

Victor slid his finger free of her pussy and flipped her over with no effort. His big hands gripped her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. Vaughn gripped her head on either side and lifted her so she had no choice but to put her hands down to support herself on all fours.

"Better relax, Alayna," Xanth called. "It looks like Victor is about to fuck you."

That was all the warning she got before Victor shoved his massive cock inside her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream at the sudden stretching sensation, only to find the head of Vaughn's cock pushing past her lips, into her mouth.

Alayna found herself impaled on both sides, with no means of escape. Victor was grunting behind her, using his grip on her hips to pull her back on his cock, forcing her body to accommodate his size faster than she was used to. Vaughn steadily fed his cock into her mouth, down her throat. The only sounds she could make were muffled little whimpers as they forced themselves inside her.

Vaughn bottomed out first, since Victor was having such a hard time pushing himself inside the tight walls of her pussy. He immediately began thrusting, fucking her face without a single regard for her comfort. Each thrust was so hard that he forced her back on Victor's cock a little more. Guttural moans from both of them overshadowed her softer cries.

She should not have found any enjoyment in this, but the aphrodisiac potion did its job well. The moment Victor's meaty cock brushed that bundle of nerves, she came, choking on Vaughn's cock the entire time. Victor shouted in pleasure and began fucking her just as hard as Vaughn was. Alayna, trapped between the two, had no choice but to accept it as they used her pussy and throat for their pleasure.

And use her they did. The two muscular brothers didn't hold back, their thrusts hard and punishing. She had no control of her body, no control over the orgasms that rocked her time and time again. By the fourth one she'd gone limp, only their big hands holding her in place between them. At one point, she caught a glimpse of Xanth stroking his cock as he watched them, arousal making his eyes darken.

Vaughn seemed to take particular delight in shoving his cock down her throat and holding her there until she was afraid she might pass out, while Victor seemed to enjoy it more when she came.

All at once, Vaughn grunted and shoved himself into her mouth to the hilt and held her there. Behind her, Victor made a similar sound, his grip on her hips turning bruising as he seated himself fully inside her and stayed there. She felt both cocks twitching, growing in size for a moment before they simultaneously released a torrent of cum inside her. Pulse after hard pulse, they flooded her pussy and throat. The sensation had her cumming all over again until the three were locked in a mutual shared orgasm.

Vaughn pulled his cock from her mouth first and released her, her upper body falling boneless to the bed. Victor continued to pump himself inside her pussy in short strokes, as if determined to enjoy every last moment of it. Alayna twitched on the bed, her body feeling battered.

"My turn," Vaughn grunted as he walked around to Victor's side of the bed, giving his brother a mighty shove.

"Wait," Xanth called from his seat on the couch. "Bring her to me."

Victor, unwilling to give up her pussy just get, merely gripped her by the hips and lifted her just like that, his still-hard cock buried inside her. Alayna whimpered in protest as he carried her over to Xanth. His cock slid free when he deposited her at Xanth's feet, his seed staining her thighs.

"On your knees, pet."

She tried and failed, her body unwilling to obey her commands. Though she was more successful on the second attempt, her arms and legs shaking as she went to her knees before him.

"Suck," he commanded. She parted her lips around the tip, already glistening with pre-cum.

He shoved his cock down her throat, already stretched from Vaughn's size, and immediately came, hips jerking on the couch as he moaned.

"I enjoy watching them fuck you," he growled as he pumped his seed down her throat. "Watching you cum from how rough they're being with you. Fucking whore." He pulled his cock from her mouth. "Thank me for the gift of my seed."

"Th-thank you," she rasped, her throat battered and used.

"Take her."

Alayna wasn't sure which one grabbed her. It may have been Victor, as she'd noticed his hair was a few shades darker than his brother's. He carried her like a doll back to the bed, where he passed her off to Vaughn.

No words were exchanged between the two, as if they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Victor laid back on the bed and used one hand to lift his cock. Vaughn hefted her onto the bed, arranging her legs so that she straddled Victor, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. Vaughn shoved her down hard on Victor's length.

She expected it to hurt, but he slid inside without much resistance. A little shudder wracked her body at how good it felt.

"Hold her there," Xanth commanded, still breathing hard from his climax. "Let it build."

Vaughn grunted in displeasure, but did as his master commanded him, keeping her upright as he moved to stand on the bed. The bed groaned under his weight, but held. Victor remained still, his hands on her hips, but Vaughn didn't appear too keen on waiting. He gripped her hair and guided her mouth down to his cock.

"Pleasure him, Alayna."

She was beginning to wonder if she was here as a reward for the twins, or to put on a show for Xanth. Her lips swollen from the earlier pounding she'd received, Alayna didn't fight the command as she opened her mouth. Her tongue snaked over the tip, tasting the cum that still lingered there. Vaughn's grip on her hair tightened, but he didn't try to shove her down any further. Victor's cock twitched inside her as he watched her lick Vaughn's cockhead, making her have to bite back a moan.

She ran her tongue up and down his length, as much as she could reach from her current position. Vaughn's big body trembled and she swore she could feel the sexual aggression inside him growing. He wanted to choke her on it again, but not enough to defy Xanth's orders.

Alayna could feel her own need growing, spurred on by that potion and Xanth's conditioning of her body. She rocked her hips experimentally, pleasure making her toes curl. She forced herself to remain still after that, not wanting to give Xanth the satisfaction of seeing her take any further pleasure from this. Victor's dark brows knitted together from the strain of trying to force himself not to move. To distract herself, she threw all her attention into licking Vaughn's long cock.

Occasionally, Victor's length would twitch inside her, sending delicious waves through her body. The need continued to build until sweat beaded on her brow from the strain at trying to hold it at bay. She wouldn't move until Xanth commanded her to. She. Would. Not. Move.

As if he could tell what she was doing, Xanth remained silent.

Oh gods, she was going to die from need, would die if she didn't move, just a little, just enough to feel that pleasure...

Her hips jerked once.

All her control fled at that contact and Alayna couldn't help herself. With a moan, she began riding Victor, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her climax followed swiftly, head tipped back as she cried out. Vaughn slapped her face with his length, impatient to feel her mouth on him again, but she couldn't respond, could only cum hard on the cock buried so deeply inside her.

When the movement of her hips slowed, Victor took over. His big hands had no trouble spanning her waist so he could lift and lower her, hips shooting up off the bed with each hard thrust. The bed shifted as Vaughn eased off of it, but she couldn't have said what he was doing because she was already cumming again, her pussy squeezing Victor tightly. She fell forward onto his massive chest, her red curls spilling across his face and shoulders.

His hands moved from her waist to her ass, gripping her cheeks and spreading them apart. Something very large and very hard, covered in sticky oil and her own saliva, nudged against that second hole.

Oh fuck.

"No!" She tried to scoot off Victor, but he held her firmly in place. Eyes wild, she looked over at Xanth to find him stroking himself again. "Please. Please, they'll kill me! They're too big!"

Vaughn hesitated, looking at Xanth for direction.

His smile looked almost serpentine. "Do it."

Vaughn surged forward, into her ass.

Alayna screamed. Tears pricked her vision as she desperately tried to scramble off of Victor, her nails scoring his chest in bright, red lines. Dully, in the back of her mind, she noted the cilice did not try to punish her. But she couldn't think about what that meant because Vaughn was pushing deeper, deeper, stretching her ass wide, cruelly invading her body...

Her struggles only seemed to excite them further. Victor began to fuck her pussy in slow, easy strokes while Vaughn gripped her bruised hips and pulled her back on his cock. Alayna opened her mouth to scream again, to moan, she didn't know, but no sound came out. Gods, she'd never been this full in her life and it fucking hurt, but it also felt so damn good.

After what felt like an eternity of having her ass stuffed with Vaughn's thick meat, she finally felt his hips settle in against her backside. As if sensing she needed a minute or she might actually break, the brothers remained still inside her, filling her so much she thought her body might break.

"Cum, Fox."

She came, pussy and ass spasming around both of them. Whatever time they'd decided to give her was now over, both of them moving, fucking her in earnest. There was no coordinated movement between them, no cooperation. Vaughan gripped her hair hard with one hand and pulled back, forcing her to place her hands on Victor's broad chest, back bowed and breasts swinging freely. He put his other hand on her shoulder, using it to drive her back on his cock each time he thrust. Victor gripped her hips, pulling her down atop him as his hips lifted off the bed. The brothers took her as they wanted, fighting against the other to pull her in whatever direction they wanted her body to go. Sometimes they alternated between thrusts, one invading her pussy while the other withdrew from her ass. Sometimes they fucked her at the same time, filling both holes in perfect synchronization.

The same thing happened when they came, as well. Victor would pull her down on his cock and start flooding her with his seed, only to have Vaughn pull her back so he could flood her ass. And sometimes they came together, each one fighting for control of her body, until she was so full of hot cum her body simply couldn't hold any more. Any hope she had of their orgasms softening their cocks were quickly dashed when they went right back to using her.

And Alayna came through all of it. She stopped fighting, stopped trying to have a say in what was happening and let them have full control of her body. She was dimly aware that she was sobbing, both in pleasure and despair. She no longer bothered to count the number of orgasms that tore through her and just let it happen.

Hours passed. Or perhaps it was only minutes. She had no concept of time, no way to tell how long they used her. How many loads they emptied inside her.

Gentle hands, so at odds with the way she was being fucked right now, cupped her cheeks and lifted her face. She lifted her eyes to find Xanth smiling down at her from where he stood on the bed, next to the brothers.

"Open."

There was no resistance left in her anymore. Alayna opened her mouth.

His cock slipped between her lips, then pushed further inside her mouth. He slid in deeper, into her throat, until every hole she had was being used in some way. Xanth was not gentle as he throat-fucked her, pumping his sizable length inside her on each hard thrust. He flooded her throat with cum as often as the twins flooded her ass and pussy, until she thought she might burst from all of it.

She was no longer a person, but an object made to slake their lusts, to use as they desired. Something to spill their loads inside of and keep right on abusing, even during the times she would briefly pass out from the intensity of her own orgasms.

The twins had just finished cumming inside her again when Xanth pulled his cock from her mouth. He gripped it in his fist, his other hand in her hair to keep her head upright, and stroked it once, twice. Alayna closed her eyes as he grunted and painted her face, her hair with his seed. She knew it for what it was: Another act of domination, to show her nothing was off limits for him.

Xanth climbed off the bed as Vaughn pulled his soft cock from her ass. Victor gently pushed her off of him and onto the bed. She was barely conscious, only noting that they all three left the room.

She couldn't have said how long she laid there, cum dripping out of every hole she had to offer. She floated in and out of consciousness, sometimes passing out for what felt like long stretches, other times hovering right on the verge. Once the high of all those climaxes wore off, her body began to ache.

Eventually, the door opened again. Soft, feminine whispers and one male voice she had trouble placing that sounded slightly disapproving filled the room. Alayna couldn't make out the words and didn't overly care to try. The world became a blur of gentle arms lifting her and warm water, the smell of soap and the sensation of hands on her body. On the rare occasion she could manage to crack open one eye, she could see several servant women tending to her, washing her. Her body ached so badly she tried to twist away from them, but only had the energy to make weak sounds of protest. Then there was the sensation of being lifted again, of light flaring and disappearing behind her eyelids. Alayna vaguely recalled being carried down a hallway, the light coming from the torches lining the walls.

She was then placed in a familiar bed, a light blanket used to cover her naked body while the curtains were drawn tight to block out the light. Alayna closed her eyes.