Pixie Isobella

I wonder if commoners’ cocks feel any different, Summer thought suddenly, both terrified and enraptured. She felt steadily more aroused at the thought of the rough servant, Makepeace, inside her — degrading her, polluting her.

She wrenched her gaze away from his but she was sure the man had already seen — and understood — the apprehension and dawning excitement in her face at the thought.

Summer is a princess… But she craves wickedness and depravity. When she agrees to a tryst one night, she doesn’t realise she is being set up for two of the most villainous lords in the Royal Court to torture and fuck…

Summer’s Engagement: Chapter 15

[Summer’s Engagement contains non-consent fantasy erotica, female submission to male characters, erotic torture and object insertion. These chapters also contain branding kink – please skip if that’s not for you! All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of Summer’s Engagement is here]

Lord Marlowe kicked Summer’s legs apart, a disdainful look on his face.

As if this was beneath him. As if she was beneath him and he was only bothering with her tonight because he didn’t have anything else better to do. She moaned softly as she saw his dick, large and stiff in his hand, the man stroking himself with clear pleasure.

He saw her watching him and met her eyes, a cold, unpleasant expression on his face that made Summer want to shrink into the floor.

‘If it had been down to me, you’d have left here with our brand on you,’ he informed her flatly. ‘Never mind if that made you unmarriageable. You’d have screamed too,’ he added, his jaw slackening with his own desire. ‘When you felt the red hot iron on that precious skin,’ he sneered.

Summer gulped. Suddenly, it was unbearable lying here on her back on the floor, stark naked, forced to endure these men’s violations and sneers.

‘You wouldn’t have dared,’ she said, stammering slightly but admirably keeping her voice cleared. ‘You m-might… fuck me,’ she forced herself to keep speaking. ‘And I might have to be… quiet about it. But branding the princess of the realm?’ she forced herself to sneer, eventually finding the same light tone Lords Marlowe and Arendt were using.

She might be lying on her back like a wanton slut, but she was a princess, dammit.

‘You wouldn’t have dared,’ she continued lightly, laughing softly, making his threat a joke.

In retrospect, maybe sneering at Lord Marlowe hadn’t been the best call. His eyes narrowed to slits as he lowered himself to his knees between her legs, his stiff erection pointing straight at her.

‘Such a sweet, silly girl,’ he sneered, looking her over, a dismissive curl to his lips. His strong hands slid along her inner thighs, pushing her knees wider open, pulling the curvy flesh apart with his thumbs and peering with a leering face right at her pussy.

Then he glanced up at Makepeace, nodding once. ‘Heat the branding iron, Makepeace,’ he ordered bluntly. ‘We’ll make the princess scream yet. I’m sick of her bitching.’

‘No!’ Summer gasped, instinctively pulling her thighs closed — but Lord Marlowe was ready for her, grabbing each thigh with a strong hand and using his leverage to force her knees down to the ground. ‘You can’t!’ she moaned. ‘You wouldn’t… dare,’ she whispered in horror, trying to get away from him.

Lord Marlowe let go of her legs but before she could react he had moved higher, slapping her face hard — then while she was still gasping in shock, he pulled both her arms above her head and held them firmly down with one of his own. Her eyes met his wildly, writhing against the floor underneath him, her back arching as she fought to get her arms free.

His other hand slapped one of her breasts hard, and she wailed furiously. He was using his hips to hold her down, his stiff dick pressing into her soft belly.

‘Oh, shut up!’ Lord Marlowe snapped, slapping her face again, grinning down at her with sudden brutal pleasure. ‘You stupid little slut,’ he swore, slapping her again. ‘I’ll rape you here on the floor… And then we’ll make you scream for real,’ he gloated with evident, brutal pleasure.

Summer heard herself crying out in shock — her eyes were full of tears and her struggles were doing nothing to aid her. Worse, she could hear the crackle of the brazier and she thought she could already smell the horrifying, metallic smell of the branding irons.

She gulped, unable to make her terrified brain work as Lord Marlowe’s free hand groped down her side to her hip as he shifted his body down hers, preparing to penetrate her.

Only a moment later, his stiff cock was sliding against her labia as he pushed himself firmly against her pussy, locating her entrance and forcing himself straight inside. Summer wailed in shock, still mindlessly fighting him, aware she was losing every part of this battle.

She wanted to cry — the young men, still learning the business of fucking, had always been slower, more tentative — but Lord Marlowe was already buried deep inside her, his breath hot on her face.

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Makepeace grinned to himself as he watched Lord Marlowe fucking Princess Summer.

He was being brutal and Makepeace couldn’t lie — he was enjoying the sight of the rich slut getting what she deserved.

Himself a sensible man, always willing to bow his head if it got him a better deal, he couldn’t believe she had been so stupid as to sneer at Lord Marlowe. He had looked across at Lord Arendt when he received the order to heat the branding iron and had sprung into action at his master’s firm nod.

Makepeace didn’t know if their lordships were going to actually brand the princess, or just threaten to, but he would enjoy the game either way.

Lord Marlowe was fucking the girl brutally, clearly already punishing her for sneering at him. He fucked her in missionary position at first, driving himself deep into her again and again, letting go of her hands only to slap her face and her breasts regularly. Makepeace guessed the girl’s senses were reeling and she was clearly incapable of resisting the onslaught.

Soon enough, Lord Marlowe rolled her over onto her front without warning, pulling her back up against his cock, starting to fuck her roughly from behind as if she was a doll. The man was breathing heavily, grunting out loud with each thrust, and Summer was crying out too — Makepeace guessed she wouldn’t even be capable of stopping herself wailing right now.

Lord Marlowe was riding her like he rode his horses… The man was hard on his stables and his servants, treating each being subservient to him, human or animal, like a piece of flesh to be used, enjoyed and broken.

Makepeace doubted she would even be aware of the moment when Lord Marlowe came inside her, growling deeply as he emptied himself in intense pleasure.

Please follow me for more stories! In the real world, remember to always play safely and practise positive, informed and enthusiastic consent that is respectful of all genders.

Have you read my other fantasy story, Serafina’s Gift?

When she receives a mysterious sex toy in the mail, Serafina is too excited to ask questions about who sent it… and why. But her gift bears a supernatural curse – and Serafina can’t stop herself from succumbing to its addictive pleasure. Serafina finds herself descending into a world of rough, degrading gangbangs – helplessly submissive to anyone who wants to use her…

Read the full novel at All These Roadworks or Smashwords!

It’s not a manifesto

I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖

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