There was nothing glamorous about the royal life for Alisha, who found herself on the wrong end of much of the royal family's ire, and even further still down through the rest of the nobility, who looked down on her mother's common status and generally made no attempt to hide how incredibly unwelcome she was. Which did very little good for her self esteem or her confidence, but she held strong. She needed to play ball if she wanted to effect any kind of change within the kingdom, and the chancellors knew it. She was in the unfortunate position of being a naive princess trying to do good in full spite of her utter lack of power, as the very last in line to the throne, but perhaps the royal most concerned with trying to change things for the better.

Her ignoble lineage was where she found conviction, but it was also where she found her undoing. She lacked the shrewd cunning to make it in the cutthroat world of politics, dealing with other royals, chancellors, advisers, and all manner of nobility who all held their own wicked agendas and thought only of their pet causes. The only way to get what she wanted if she wasn't on the throne was to curry favour through whatever means at her disposal, to cut deals and bargain her way into things. Which was a problem when nobody took her particularly seriously, and due to her commoner mother, she had no fortune to bribe her way in with. In fact, she had very few assets that could be worth anything to the powerful chancellors of the kingdom.

But there was one, and it was worrisome for just how willing the princess was to engage in it, all things considered. Each of the chancellors, perverted old men in their own rights, looked far too easily at the ripe blonde princess as a common whore, and her body was a commodity that she could use to earn their approval and cooperation. It was wrong and degrading, but Alisha didn't know what else to do, how else to make anybody with true power in the kingdom overlook her status and take her seriously. So she found herself in the unfortunate position of needing to service all of the chancellors and their cronies, pleasuring them with her body with startling regularity, as she tried her best to gain negotiating power and favour from them. Each and every one of them took great delight in using her body, and throughout the day she often found herself tending to each of them.

But each of them were exceptionally cruel men, twisted and perverted by power, not content with simply enjoying the body of a tight and gorgeous young woman. They had to do worse to her, and each had their own way of ensuring that her body was in turn made a tool they could use for their own ill gains. Alisha was left unaware that she was being made the fool, that none of the men took her seriously at all; in fact, she only emboldened their conviction and belief that she was nothing but a lowborn slut who did not deserve her royal status, devalued as it may have been. They had no intention of giving her what they wanted, and confided in each other as much, but they had no intention of letting that secret out as they continued to string the naive and hopeful princess along.
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Archbishop Nathael cornered her after morning prayers, staring with a lust for the princess that hardly befit a holy man. "I have need of you in my chambers, princess," he said leerily, hands barely able to keep off of her body even then, as people lifted up from the pews.

"Of course, Archbishop," she said, nodding as she drew in a harsh sigh, knowing exactly what sort of depravity he was into, what manner of twisted pleasures he sought from her body. But she was in no position to argue, and followed him to his office, already bracing herself for that the spiritual leader would do to her. "That was a lovely service this morning," she said, trying to make kind small talk, but he ignored her outright, seeing only one value in the blonde; her body. He had no care for her voice or for her words, whatever compliments the low-born princess had for him holding no value at all.

She'd barely stepped into his office before he grabbed her ponytail, making her shriek and kick about as he pulled her swiftly toward his desk, shoving her face down against the table as he pulled away the papers. "Have you kept virtuous since our last encounter?" he asked cruelly as he twisted his grip in her hair. She whined and shivered, but he callously ignored her sounds of discomfort as his other hand grabbed at her exposed thighs, feeling the soft flesh of her alluring legs. "Or has your whorish body once more sank into impurity?"

Alisha did not understand the archbishop's games. He would always accuse her of sin and impropriety, call her a whore and 'punish' her through sex, even if he was one of the men most complicit in the use of her body as a sexual object. But she knew better than to fight it, playing along as she shook her head and whimpered. "I have kept pure since we last met, sir." Which was true; the last person to fuck her the night before had been Nathael himself, drilling her mouth as he lectured her on her body's weaknesses and the way that she was a low woman ruled by lust.

"Lying whore," he snarled, pulling her shorts and giving her ass a harsh strike. "Nothing about this body is pure. You were born to tempt men away from virtue, and use your charms to get what you want from them." Another slap, this one making her yelp as the pain shot up her spine. "Even now, you remain bent over my desk, your ass tempting me to sin, to indulge in the pleasures of your flesh, and you offer yourself willingly to me in hopes that I will give you what you desire. If you are truly repentant, then beg me to cleanse you of your wrongdoings."

The princess knew she couldn't argue against it. The last time she'd refused to play along and instead defended herself, she had been tied up and the archbishop guided every holy man he could find to fuck her mouth and "cleanse their bodies of temptation". As each of them had been incredibly backed up, none of them were gentle about it, as he barked at them to violate her harder to "punish the whore for her impropriety. Which meant that as she lay bent over the desk, all she could do was hiss in pain but ultimately accept the twisted words, the bizarre sensibilities of a man who had filtered sexual desire through his own convictions and pinned all of his fury and anger onto her. "I'm sorry, Archbishop!" she cried out, which did nothing to stop the brutal spankings. "I am sorry for what my body does, and for my sins. Please, c-cleanse me." She knew what cleansing meant, knew what she was in for, but she had no choice in the matter but to accept.

His cock was upon her immediately, the rigid, swollen shaft pressing against her cheeks, moving down into the cleft of her taut, round bottom as he smirked wickedly. "We shall both be purer for this." One last spank left her ass sore and aching, but he thankfully released her hair so that he could spread the raw, red cheeks wide apart, exposing her clenching pink hole to his twisted, zealously perverted gaze. Slowly drawing back, his cock throbbed and trickled pre down in a thin line as he brought his cock head right up against her back entrance, and then drove brutally forward, having no intention of giving her a moment of pace and calm as her ass went from being slapped to being brutally fucked.

There was nothing pure about the twisted zeal with which Nathael fucked Alisha's ass. It was a brutal affair, the kind of intense fucking that would leave her walking funny for much of the morning. Steady thrusts into her ass left her crying out in agony as he had his vulgar way with her, all the while panting as his hands grabbed at her body, fondling her tits through her top, squeezing her ass and her thighs, sometimes slapping them as a means of 'cleansing through fire'. But the overbearing sense she got as she shivered, feeling the cock stretch out her previously tight and clenching hole as it pushed deeper and further into her, was that he was putting far too much effort into trying to justify it all to himself.

But, wrong was it was, she had to admit that there was something remarkable about having her ass drilled so shamelessly Nathael was a hung old man, and some deep, shameful part of her adored the way he channeled his conviction and his passion into fucking her raw so often. Even the stinging of her ass was a dirty little thrill she derived guilty pleasure from as she held tightly to the desk she was bent over and fucked atop, accepting that it was a necessary evil to endure and just letting it all come as it did. She never touched herself, but most times, she didn't even have to, as the mad friction did all of the work for her just fine. It was wrong of her and she fully knew it, but there was no way that she could have been getting as much sex as she was and not at some point given up trying to fight it. She embraced it, owning up to her body's needs and to whatever the overwhelming pleasures threatening to do her in were, hoping that in doing so she could be able to find some measure of relief to help make this something she could enjoy rather than loathe utterly.

When Nathael emptied his balls inside of her ass and she felt all of the cum he'd built up over the night pumped deep into her bowels, she couldn't help herself, knowing what she was inviting as she whined and howled and climaxed, but she didn't care. Her head rolled back and his hands were immediately upon her newly sensitive body, slapping and pulling as he shouted about how this was supposed to purify her and that there was nothing in this world more impure than a whore's release, but orgasms had quickly become the means by which she coped, and she simply didn't care as she let it all come to her and enjoyed herself.
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When she received word that both Professor Simon and Chancellor Bartlow requested her audience in Bartlow's office, she knew that she was not in for a good time. She knew exactly what sort of things the men would be getting up to and what they had in mind for her, but she had little choice but to go onward, even if she hadn't yet fully recovered from the soreness that Nathael left her with. The more that sex became a part of her day, the better she got at handling all of the various aches as her body found itself healing exceptionally quick, tightening back up to a pure, pristine pucker within the hour, but there was still the matter of walking a little funny as she went to greet them.

"You requested an audience with me?" Alisha asked as one of the aids escorted her into the office. The door closed ominously behind her, and it was no surprise at all when Simon turned around and Bartlow stood up, both old men revealing their cocks firmly in hand as they looked leerily at her. They were both terrifyingly well hung, and it was all the warning she needed to get into position. "I understand," she said, nodding as she walked over to them and once more assumed a position over a desk; it was the way they most frequently took her, and she had to admit, there was something exciting about it. If it were under better circumstances and not because she'd become the diplomatic fucktoy of the kingdom's most powerful men, maybe she would have even looked forward to it

They smirked as Alisha got into position over the desk, Professor Simon greeted to a lovely backside that he gladly pressed his cock against, giving a few grinds against her covered bottom. He didn't need to, given how hard he was, given how much he had wanted her, but he couldn't wait until he had her shorts down to feel his cock against her warmth and against her taut rear end. Bartlow didn't have the same obstacle keeping him from her mouth, but he followed suit, grinding his massive cock against her face as he sought to degrade and embarrass the girl. "Thank you for joining us this morning," Bartlow said wickedly as his other hand grabbed a nice handful of soft blonde.

"Of course, Chancellor," Alisha said, eyes closed as she felt the cock throb against her face. It was a tormenting feeling, almost too arousing for her own good as she fitfully squirmed about. She was not a great fan of Bartlow, but if she could somehow ignore everything but the cock pressing against her face, intoxicating in its scent and promising in its size and hardness, she could have become a very happy woman. "It is my pleasure to be here for you and Professor Simon this morning."

As her shorts went down, she felt a hand cup her rear, rubbing along the still sore flesh before Simon delivered a harsh strike of his own. "It seems I've found where Nathael had his fun with her," the lawmaker said, speaking as though Alisha wasn't even in the room as he addressed Bartlow directly. He watched as the chancellor grabbed his shaft and began to cockslap the blonde back and forth as more cruel foreplay. "What a morning it must be for a whore masquerading as a princess."

Alisha hoped as Bartlow laughed in agreement at that remark and the two old men plunged their cocks into her in unison that the dirty talk was not the secret truth of how they saw her, that in truth they would never believe her a legitimate princess, even as she sought to bargain with them through the exchange of sexual favours for their respect. She had naively believed that their agreement to the offer was not them manipulating her once more and that she had become a joke to them, a whore they passed around each other and to anyone they needed a favour from as they indulged in her foolishness and her lovely, tight body.

But it was ah ope she could not dwell on for very long as she grabbed at the desk she was being spitroasted over, her pussy and her throat both filling up with cock as she shivered and twisted about, impaled from both ends. She gagged on the cock pushing onward into her throat as Bartlow grabbed her head with both hands, brutal in the way he held her in place and slowly drew his hips back. There was nothing sensible or composed about the way that the chancellor fucked her face, how even his first thrusts were brutal and swift, but to Alisha they were simply how he started off a good facefucking, paling in comparison to what would come. No matter what her day was, no matter how many times she had to service any number of them, she knew that at some point, Bartlow was fucking her mouth, and she could do nothing to stop it, accepting it and familiarizing herself with what he did as she learned how to take it. There was little she could do as he had his way with her, so in control and aggressive.

But as Bartlow claimed her throat, at least Alisha had the pleasure of Simon stretching her pussy out. She was sopping wet after her encounter with Nathael, pussy dripping and quivering as the first fuck of the morning only riled her up further, and it left her snatch utterly perfect for Simon while still being pristine, incredibly tight and receptive to the first cock she'd felt since the night before. Which in turn left her even happier to feel her pussy filled up and stretched around a big, aching dick as Simon kept up the pace with Bartlow. On his own, he would often go a bit more patiently at her, the lawmaker relishing in the chance to savour her body and its amazing pleasures, but as the princess gagged noisily along with the brutal facefucking from Bartlow, he knew that he couldn't go slowly with her, and picked up the pace himself, hammering her slick cunt from behind.

The result was Alisha struggling to hold as two thick cocks pounded her from either end, sending vibrations through her weary body as they were left so utterly out of sync that she felt pulled in two directions, almost disoriented by the speed and savagery as they failed to settle into a single rhythm together. It was frustrating, but she was powerless to stop it as she drooled all over Bartlow's sac, which slapped against her chin as he fucked her throat deep and fast, the old man utterly relentless as he showed impressive and unexpected power in the steady violation of her mouth every time he shoved his cock into her face. He didn't look like a particularly powerful man, and yet whenever he got her down on her knees or bent bent over the other side of his desk, he flared up with a surprising amount of energy and strength, all of which was pointedly directed without mercy right onto her poor face. It was a shocking burst that always left her a little rattled when it happened, but she was powerless to stop it, and learned to just embrace it.

Neither man was much for talking. They didn't have the same complex that Archbishop Nathael had; there was no need to justify this to themselves, and they knew the energy was better spent just going all out on pounding her pretty holes raw. There was no shame to be found in Alisha's wonderful body and in having as much fun as they could possibly find violating her orifices, conquering her. She already had a sore ass full of cum, and she was well on her way to getting more pumped into her pussy and down her throat, if she was lucky enough to avoid one of Bartlow's facial moods; those were never fun to walk around with all day, requiring a thorough hair washing all over again. She had no desire to go through that, and hoped that he would cum in her mouth instead, if only out of a shred of decency.

Not that Alisha felt like there was much decency to be found as her stretched out and quivering pussy leaked all over Professor Simon's thighs and onto the floor of Bartlow's office. She whined around the cock hammering her throat, hands grabbing at the side of the desk. Her fingers held too tightly to it as the cocks brutally spitroasting her pushed her further and further into a winding, desperate swell of lust. There was enough roughness and blinding sensation, between the squeezes to her sore ass and the frantic tugs on her hair, that she could easily overcome the powerful old men fucking her to focus solely on the raw sensation tearing her body asunder. All she felt was the raw sensation of the moment, burning across her body.

She came first, embarrassingly, her throat and her pussy clenching desperately around the cocks that had brutalized her young body. It drew raucous, mocking laughter from the two men, who slapped at her cheek and her ass as they slammed their cocks balls deep into her holes. As she moaned and gagged around Bartlow's cock, the two penises throbbed mightily within her, twitching and spewing their heavy, milky payloads deep into her womb and down her gullet. She felt the cum splashing against her throat as more of it filled her right up, and her trembling, needy body shivered and tingled as she felt the intense indulgence of her appetites throw her into the kind of guilty bliss she wished didn't excite her so much, as it only vindicated Archbishop Nathael's cruel words.

Groaning as they pulled back, the two powerful mens' cocks slapped against her face and her thigh, slick with her spit and her quim, as they panted heavily, savouring the moment and the sight of the whining, trembling girl leaking cum as she stared up at Bartlow, panting, eyes bugged out, hair a mess. Bartlow loved seeing Alisha in such a sorry state, brought so low and run so ragged as what he took as proof of her ignoble origin. If he could have his way fully, she would be relegated to a leash in his office and serve as his personal whore for the rest of her days, but he supposed that this arrangement could prove good enough in the meantime, for how little he had to give her in return for her 'services'.
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Military Chancellor Mathia's intentions for Alisha left the princess both relieved and overwhelmed at the same time. On one hand, he usually turned her out to a whole squad or sometimes even barracks at a time, the royal offered up as a post-workout entertainment for horny, sweaty, fired up knights to work out their aggressions on. But on the other, all of the strong, muscular, and generally younger men pounding her holes raw certainly helped Alisha get into a more eager indulgence of whatever beast her sexual hunger was forming into with each passing day than it would be if she was stuffed with old man dick around the clock.

It was unfortunate, the way she felt hungers flare up as she was gangbanged by a seemingly endless stream of soldiers. She may have been more like one of them than like a proper royal, but she was still a princess, and the chance to brutally fuck royalty and vent their frustrations after a long day of training was exactly the kind of off-hours indulgence a regiment of soldiers could get behind. But for Alisha, it was more; it was the dire warning sign that she was slowly losing control of herself, pushing into the reaches of something dark and lusty and utterly beyond anything sensible or sane. There was a thrill in what she did that left her unsure if she was maybe developing a bit of a sexual addiction, but more troubling than that was how oddly okay she felt about that fact as she serviced four soldiers at once.

She rode the lap of one reverse cowgirl style, her ass long having since tightened back up, and after a nice bath, was entirely pristine. Which was good, because there was a thick thumb pushing into her back hole as she bounced madly atop the thick, aching cock buried in her stretched out and spent pussy. She'd lost track of how many soldiers had already blown their loads inside of her, but she was so far from done still, throwing all of her energy behind ride his lap as she looked forward to the three cocks in front of her. Three thick, aching dicks that she had to pleasure, and her hands and mouth answered the call to action.

At any time, she had her hands around two of the dicks while she sucked the third, and the way she alternated between them so effortlessly was as much a commendation of her talent as was a dismissal of just how much of a whore she had become without realizing it. She slurped the cock in her mouth down with ease, deepthroating it and bobbing her head rapidly even as she gagged and slobbered, her chin and her free, bouncing breasts all a wet mess as she did everything she could to get herself and the four soldiers off. It was her duty, she reasoned, her service to the kingdom and a meaningful way to give back. Or at least, that had been the words Mathia had drilled into her head so hard that she bought it.

Whenever one of the soldiers she was jerking off pushed forward, Alisha knew the signal, and cockslapped herself with the wet, spit-covered dick without breaking stride or even changing the pace with which she pumped. She was going all out, merciless and expedient about what she wanted, and was sparing no effort to get them all off in turn as efficiently and quickly as she could. They deserved her full effort, even if her head was filled with all manner of thoughts and ideas driven into her by the Military Chancellor, who stood off to the side stroking his own cock as he looked at the line forming up of men who'd already had their fun with the princess, and sought to have just a little bit more at the end.

Her ass hadn't been claimed by pure chance, but every other part of her body had, and even though she'd recently bathed, the amount of facials she'd taken and the volume of cum in her hair would have told a different story. Her tits were groped at excitedly, streaks of cum all over them from the men who decided her cleavage proved a more interesting treat than her mouth, and drool added to the mess of fluids as they bounced from the force of her vigorous cock riding. In the messy haze of her lust she was slamming harder down against the swollen dick buried in her pussy, adoring the way it felt when it was all of the way inside of her but loving even more when it was pushing in, which demanded a very frantic pace if she wanted the best of both worlds.

But there seemed few ways it could get better than this, gulping down pre-cum as she serviced the last of the soldiers in the regiment. She was a mess of sweat, spit, and cum, smacking two cocks against her cheeks as she deepthroated a third, while another man fucked her pussy and fingered her ass. It was paradise in the most twisted sense, the kind that Alisha had to bury down and avoid having to confront for fear of what she would learn about herself in the process. She ignored all of the cruel words Archbishop Nathael said to her constantly even as she went all out in a way that almost led credence to that fact. The chancellors had all taken to using and manipulating her body, turning her into their own whore and undoing everything she could possibly have achieved, just the king's bastard offspring, who served as a soldier and a tight cock sleeve for whoever Chancellor Bartlow told her to.

And she hadn't the slightest idea just how far she had fallen.

Another load pumped deep into her pussy as the solder beneath her groaned, slapping her ass hard. The jet of cum pumping quickly into her ass made her cry out in shock, trembling and shaking as her climax struck hard. The cock in her mouth flopped out and smacked up along her nose as the soldier in her mouth pulled out, and soon she had three cocks firing off in unison, painting her already cummy face and hair into fresh streaks of cum as she moaned and howled like a bitch in heat for all in attendance to hear. She twisted, spine arching back as her hands went to her tits, kneading them and rubbing in all of the spunk already fired off on them as she realized that the line had formed up for the traditional post-gangbang bukkake, and with Military Chancellor Mathia front and center, she assumed the position he always told her to, his favorite way for her to "show her duty and love for her kingdom and for the people who defend it".

Even if such a position was to roll her eyes back, open her mouth wide, stick her tongue out, and beg for cum. Her hands fell down to her thighs as her pussy trickled a mix of her tart nectar and many soldiers' salty cum, although she couldn't help but fondle the balls of the man who beneath her, still hard and aching. She accepted the cum, hoping for most of it to end up in her mouth, but the soldiers had their own ideas of where she deserved it most. Some liked to aim right for her tongue or into her mouth, but others preferred making a bigger mess of the royal's face, or blasting their loads upon her tits. They all had their own ideas, and the way that they had come to see the princess as a whore, a sex toy for their own enjoyment, helped them be shameless about channeling their frustrations toward the kingdom and toward the crown with their brutal gangbangs and the way they came on her body.

One by one they all came, until finally there were no men left and she was truly a mess, in need of another bath before the day was through, as it wasn't even dinner time yet, but she could hardly attend a meal reeking of cock. Alisha had no idea what the chancellors had turned her into, was blissfully unaware of the fact that their goal of turning her into a disgraced sex addict they could use for as long as she remained discrete, and then ultimately disown and punish even further, had evaded her notice and was on its way to becoming a roaring success. She was never going to accomplish any true good by draining the balls of nobles and soldiers, but she was the only one who seemed unaware of that, convinced she was working her way toward legitimacy and acceptance in some twisted way.

Military Chancellor Mathia stood over the cum-stained tart, smirking. "After dinner, I expect you back here to deal with the evening training group."

"Professor Simon demanded I visit him after dinner, as there is a judge he wants to use me as a bonus for."

"I will speak to Simon myself and negotiate a rescheduling; my men are already excited for you, and the last thing we want to do is disappoint that many soldiers, don't you agree?'

Even though she'd fucked her way through so many, the thought of another group of warriors all brutally pounding her holes senseless made her bite her lip, and completely unaware of the way it made the old man so happy, she nodded. "I want to make as many people happy as I can."

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