The Queen's visits had become a palace routine—the guards no longer questioned why she spent hours in the prisoner's cell. This was her sixth visit in two weeks, and the guards exchanged knowing looks as she dismissed them from the immediate corridor but ordered them to remain within earshot "in case the prisoner becomes difficult."
Little did they know, I was counting on their presence.
The orb's power had been building with each of her desperate visits, feeding on her royal essence, creating a connection that grew stronger with each coupling. Today, I could feel it—the power had reached critical mass.
She entered my cell wearing only a thin silk robe, her royal composure already cracking before the door closed behind her. Her eyes were wild, her breathing shallow.
"I can't sleep," she confessed, dropping the robe to reveal her naked body. "I can't eat. I can't focus during council meetings. All I think about is this." She grabbed my cock through the filthy trousers, finding it already hard. "What have you done to me?"
"Nothing you didn't do to yourself," I replied, watching her pupils dilate with need. "You wanted my seed. Now you're addicted to the source."
She slapped me hard across the face, but the pain only fed the orb's growing power. "Shut up. I'm still in control here."
But her body betrayed her words as she frantically tore at my trousers, freeing my cock with trembling hands. She mounted me immediately, sinking down with a moan that echoed off the stone walls.
"So big," she gasped, beginning to ride me with none of her previous calculation. "Nothing has ever filled me like this."
I remained passive, letting her believe she still held the power, feeling the orb's energy building with each desperate movement of her hips. Her royal pussy gripped me like a silken vise, her inner walls fluttering with the beginnings of an orgasm already.
"The guards can hear you," I pointed out, nodding toward the door. "What would they think of their Queen now?"
"I don't care," she moaned, riding me harder. "Let them hear. Let the whole castle hear."
Her admission fed the orb's power further. The magical chains around my wrists began to vibrate subtly, the metal warming as the dampening spell weakened.
"You're close already," I observed, feeling her rhythm falter. "The mighty Queen, about to cum on a prisoner's cock while her guards listen outside."
"Yes," she hissed, her head falling back as pleasure overtook her. "Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming on your perfect cock!"
Her scream of release echoed down the corridor, loud enough that I heard the guards shuffling uncomfortably outside. But I wasn't done. As her orgasm peaked, I focused all my will on the orb, channeling its power through our connected bodies.
The chains exploded with a sound like thunder, fragments scattering across the cell floor. Before her orgasm had even subsided, I had her flipped onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other gripped her throat.
"What—" she gasped, her eyes wide with shock and lingering pleasure.
"The tables have turned, Your Majesty," I growled, driving my cock deeper into her still-pulsing pussy. "Now you're the prisoner."
Fear flashed across her face, quickly replaced by a darker emotion—excitement. "The guards," she whispered. "They'll hear."
"They've been hearing everything," I reminded her, establishing a punishing rhythm that had her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "They've been listening to their Queen debase herself for days. But now they're going to hear something new."
I tightened my grip on her throat slightly, just enough to make her gasp. "They're going to hear you submit completely."
"Never," she hissed, though her pussy clenched around me at the words.
I smiled down at her, increasing my pace. "We'll see."
I released her throat to slap her breast hard, the sound echoing in the small cell. She cried out, her back arching off the filthy floor.
"You like that," I observed, slapping the other breast just as hard. "The mighty Queen likes being treated like a common whore."
"No," she protested weakly, but her body betrayed her as another orgasm began building already.
I flipped her over roughly, positioning her on her hands and knees facing the cell door. "Beg for it," I commanded, rubbing my cock against her soaked entrance but not entering.
"I will not," she said, though her hips pushed back desperately.
I brought my hand down hard on her royal ass, leaving a perfect red handprint. "Beg for it, or I stop completely."
The threat of withdrawal was worse than any physical punishment. After three more painful seconds of emptiness, she broke.
"Please," she whispered.
I slapped her ass again, harder. "Louder. Let your guards hear who you really belong to."
"Please!" she cried out, her voice carrying clearly to the corridor. "Please fuck me! I need your cock inside me!"
I drove into her with brutal force, making her scream as I bottomed out against her cervix. "Tell them who owns this royal pussy," I demanded, establishing a rhythm that had her entire body jerking forward with each thrust.
"You do!" she sobbed, all pretense of dignity abandoned. "You own it! You own me!"
Outside, I heard the guards whispering urgently, unsure what to do. Their Queen was clearly in the cell with a prisoner, clearly engaged in something forbidden, but she wasn't calling for help. In fact, she was begging for more.
I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back painfully as I pounded into her. "Tell me what you really are," I commanded. "Let everyone hear the truth."
"I'm a whore," she gasped, her voice breaking as another orgasm approached. "A royal whore who needs your cock more than her crown!"
Her confession pushed her over the edge, her pussy clamping down on my cock as she came with a wail that surely carried throughout the dungeon. But I didn't slow down, didn't give her time to recover. I flipped her again, this time onto her back with her head near the cell door.
"They can see you now," I told her, spreading her legs wide. "If they look through the bars, they'll see their Queen getting fucked like a tavern slut."
Her eyes rolled back at the thought, her third orgasm building immediately after the second. "Yes," she moaned. "Let them see. Let everyone see what I really am."
I could hear the guards moving closer, drawn by morbid curiosity and the sounds of their Queen's complete submission. Through the bars, their shadows fell across her face as they peered into the cell.
"Look at them," I commanded, never slowing my relentless pace. "Look at your guards while you cum on my cock."
She turned her head, making direct eye contact with the shocked guards as her orgasm hit. The humiliation of being watched pushed her pleasure to new heights, her scream so raw it sounded like she was being murdered.
"Back away," I commanded the guards without looking at them. "Unless you want to join your King in the dungeons."
They retreated instantly, their footsteps echoing down the corridor. But they didn't leave completely—I could still sense them nearby, watching, listening, witnesses to their Queen's fall.
I pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and desperate on the edge of another climax. "On your knees," I ordered. "Crawl to me and beg to taste yourself on my cock."
She obeyed without hesitation, her royal body crawling across the filthy dungeon floor, her perfect breasts swaying beneath her. When she reached me, she looked up with eyes glazed by lust and submission.
"Please," she begged, loud enough for the listening guards. "Please let me taste my pussy on your magnificent cock. I need it more than air."
I grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth to my cock. "Take it all," I commanded. "Show everyone what you were born to do."
She opened wide, taking me deep into her throat with practiced skill that belied her royal status. This was not her first time pleasuring a man this way, despite what the King might believe about his pure, cold Queen.
"That's it," I encouraged, fucking her face roughly. "The Queen on her knees in the dungeon, sucking cock while her guards watch. What would your subjects think if they could see you now?"
She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending pleasure up my spine. Her hand moved between her legs, desperately seeking relief.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" I growled, pulling her off my cock by her hair.
"Please," she gasped, her lips swollen and wet. "I need to cum again."
"You'll cum when I allow it," I told her, dragging her to the cell door. I pressed her against the bars, her breasts pushing through the gaps, visible to anyone in the corridor. "Hold the bars," I commanded. "Don't let go no matter what happens."
She gripped the iron bars tightly, her knuckles white with anticipation. I positioned myself behind her, spreading her ass cheeks to expose both her holes to the shadowy figures in the corridor.
"Which hole should I take next, Your Majesty?" I asked loudly. "Your royal pussy or your virgin ass?"
She hesitated only a moment. "My ass," she whispered. "I've never... the King would never..."
"Of course he wouldn't," I laughed, spitting on her tight hole and working my thumb inside. "He's not man enough to claim a Queen completely."
She moaned as my thumb breached her, her body tensing then relaxing as she surrendered to the new sensation. "Please," she begged. "Take all of me. Own every part of me."
I positioned my cock against her tight entrance, the head pressing insistently against the resistance. "Tell your guards what's happening," I commanded. "Let them hear their Queen beg for what no King has taken."
"He's going to fuck my ass," she called out, her voice carrying clearly down the corridor. "He's going to take my last virginity while you all listen!"
I pushed forward slowly, watching my cock disappear inch by inch into her forbidden hole. She gasped in pain and pleasure, her knuckles white as she gripped the bars desperately.
"So tight," I groaned, feeling her body resist then yield to my invasion. "Your royal ass is gripping me like it never wants to let go."
"It doesn't," she sobbed, pushing back against me despite the pain. "I want you to ruin me. I want you to make it so no one else can ever satisfy me again."
When I was fully seated inside her, I paused, letting her adjust to the fullness. Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling beneath me. I reached around to find her clit, circling it slowly as I began to move within her.
"This is what you've needed all along," I told her, establishing a rhythm that had her moaning continuously. "Not a crown. Not power. Just a real man to put you in your place."
"Yes," she agreed, all resistance gone. "This is all I need. All I want."
I fucked her ass with increasing force, my fingers working her clit in time with my thrusts. Her moans turned to screams as another orgasm built, more powerful than any before.
"Beg for my cum," I commanded, feeling my own release approaching. "Tell me where you want it."
"Inside me," she cried out. "Mark me from within. Ruin me completely!"
Her words pushed me over the edge. I drove into her one final time, flooding her ass with hot seed as she screamed through her own climax. Her entire body convulsed, her pussy squirting violently, the evidence of her pleasure spraying through the cell bars into the corridor where the guards still watched from the shadows.
As we both came down from our release, I kept her pinned against the bars, making sure anyone watching could see their Queen's face in the aftermath of complete submission—eyes unfocused, mouth slack with pleasure, all royal dignity destroyed.
"Now you're mine," I whispered in her ear, though loud enough for the listeners. "Body, mind, and crown."
"Yes," she agreed without hesitation. "Completely yours."
I pulled out slowly, watching my seed leak from her well-used hole. The sight of the proud Queen, bent over and dripping with evidence of her submission, was a victory more complete than any battle could provide.
"Clean me," I commanded, turning her to face me.
Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees again, taking my cock into her mouth and cleaning it thoroughly despite where it had been. The ultimate submission, the ultimate degradation of her royal status.
When she finished, I pulled her to her feet and retrieved her silk robe from the floor. "Put this on," I told her. "It's time to leave this cell."
"Where are we going?" she asked, slipping the robe over her marked body.
I smiled, feeling the orb's power fully restored and pulsing through me stronger than ever before. "To visit your husband, of course. I think it's time the King and I had another conversation about the future of this kingdom."
I stepped into the corridor, not bothering to restrain the Queen. I didn't need to—she was bound to me more securely than any chains could manage. The guards pressed themselves against the walls, eyes downcast, unable to look at either of us after what they'd witnessed.
"Lead the way to the King's chambers," I commanded them. "Your Queen and I have royal business to attend to."
As we ascended from the dungeons toward the palace proper, I could feel the orb's power expanding, touching every corner of the castle. The Queen walked beside me, her body still trembling occasionally from aftershocks of pleasure, her eyes fixed on me with complete devotion.
The kingdom was mine. The Queen was mine. And soon, everything else would follow.