Carla, Racha, and Yannell

DESCRIPTION: King Algorn of Rolara recently conquered a smaller, neighboring nation and made a home for himself in the castle of their only city. He ordered his soldiers to kill all the men in the town, and decided that he wanted to sleep with every single woman before giving them away to his loyal army. As he gets comfortable in his new castle, the fun begins. EXCERPT: "The next thing I want you to do for me, dear Yannell, is get down on your knees under the table and suck my dick while I eat my food and drink your milk." Her stomach dropped again. This was so humiliating! At least while she was under there, she would be a little more hidden from the eyes of all the guards and servants in the room. She got down on all fours, suddenly panicking as she became aware of the view she must be presenting of her rear end! She hoped the people standing behind her were still turned around facing the wall. She could see that servant boy Eric was not, but at least he was standing in front of her, behind the king. His view of all her sensitive areas would be blocked, as long as he didn't move. She quickly got under the table, to hide at least some of her shame, though it brought her closer to the next task that she had to do. She saw the man's legs under the table, sitting in his chair. They were spread wide open, and she could see a button holding closed a flap, under which was a sizable bulge. The sooner she started, the sooner she would be done, she thought. She crawled towards him, focusing on that flap, then brought her hands up to fuss with the button when she was close enough. She got it open quick enough. Okay, the first step was done. A thought came to her then, and she started feeling up the bulge through the pants without taking it out yet. Would he enjoy this teasing? If she did a good job with this, she would get a good life, with a good husband who cared about her daughter, she told herself. She heard something, then looked to see Eric had positioned himself so that he could see some of what was going on under the table. Fuck! She tried to block it out of her mind and just kept on massaging the bulge. He was very distracting. She found herself silently hoping that he liked what he saw. Focusing more on her task, she then realized the king was drinking something above her while she was doing this. Was it her own milk? Strangely, the thought of that turned her on a little. Then she realized part of her liked the thought of Eric being able to see her almost-naked body doing what she was about to do. Those things put together ignited a nice, warm sensation in her nether region. She hated herself for those thoughts. It was time, she decided. She decided to open up that flap in his pants and pull out the package. She couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of desire for this thing. God, what was she thinking? She was a prisoner here! She hated this! Didn't she?