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A Glutton For Punishment

Chapter 59

Corene was taken to the dinning hall and made to kneel on paws and knees on the center of the long table, her backside jutting and her big breasts hanging down. One of the Akbash put an apple in her mouth, another rubbed ice on her nipples to make them harder, and still another dressed her mane with a headpiece made of thin gold chain. The headpiece hugged her forehead like a circlet, its chains looping over the crown of her head to gather the top of her mane in a bun. The rest of her mane hung loose down her back, and as the Akbash worked, they made sure her mane did not fall over her sides and obscure her swinging breasts. She was still wearing her gold leash and collar, and the gold chain trailed away neatly between the plates and glasses on the table. By the time the Akbash were finished with her, supper was laid out, candles were lit, and in came the king with his two brothers.

Corene went very still, watching the king and his brothers from the corners of her eyes. The brothers were younger than the king and quite handsome, speaking cheerfully with him as they came to the table. One brother had a red mane like the king, but the other had a mane that was white, and he guided along a male Akbash on a golden leash.

Corene swallowed hard and couldn't help staring at the male Akbash. He was young and slender, soft and pretty as a female, his body practically devoid of muscles. He was quite beautiful with his long lashes and the long white braid pulled back behind his shoulders, but he was not to her tastes and was too much like a boy. No, his soft beauty was not the reason she stared. She stared because he was wearing a harness made of gold rope, which snaked around his erect penis and over his shoulders, securing his paws behind his back. He was otherwise naked, and his pink sack jiggled softly as he followed his master long, his long lashes fanning down, his tail low.

King Louis and his brothers reached the table at last, and they stopped to stare with hungry eyes at Corene. Corene knew better than to look back and stared straight ahead as their paws explored her, smoothing over her curves, gliding in her sex, curling in her anus. She trembled a little when one of them squeezed her breast, massaging it down as if milking her. "Nice tits," he said. Corene trembled and wished he hadn't touched her. Her breasts were sore and she didn't know why.

They all sat down to dinner -- with Corene right in front of them as they ate -- and the one with the white mane said casually, "On the table, Cen. You know what to do . . . good boy." He gave the slave a whack on his soft backside that made it blush red, leaving his paw to caress a moment before he returned to his plate.

His backside blushing and paws bound behind his back, the slave carefully climbed up on the table, and Corene's lashes fluttered when he took the apple from her mouth and into his own. He then rose up on his knees . . . and slipped his erection in her mouth. Corene stiffened all over. Was she to kneel through dinner with a penis in her mouth! But the brothers seemed satisfied and glanced at Corene with burning lust, and the king seemed very proud that his brothers were so impressed by her.

It wasn't long before Queen Yvonne entered, along with Prince Adrian and Princess Alexandria -- and also Prince Adrian's wife Princess Sophie and his teenage son, Prince Florian.

Queen Yvonne was stiff, proud, and dignified, an Andalusian Hound wrapped in a golden gown with great ballooning skirts, her red mane piled atop her head, her bosom, ears, and fingers glittering with jewels. It suddenly occurred to Corene that the queen was older than King Louis, perhaps by ten or twenty years. Her hard gray eyes were lined with bags, her face and paws were wrinkled, and she carried an air of command that everyone seemed to respect without question. When she spoke, others listened -- and obeyed. The king got out of his chair to pull out her seat for her, kissed her on the cheek, and made certain she was comfortable before returning to his own seat.

Though she had married into the family, Princess Sophie was also an Andalusian Hound, having been carefully selected to breed with Prince Adrian. She was very proper and prim, with her red mane pulled back in a tidy roll that smoothed behind her sparkling ears. Her son, Prince Florian, was a teenage replica of his father. He grinned as he slapped Corene's breasts with a spoon, forcing them to knock gently and for her to blush. There was general laughter around the table, and when Princess Alexandria set a bowl of ice under Corene's breasts to make the nipples harder, the laughter doubled.

"It's not funny -- Alexandria, for shame. Look what you're teaching your nephew!" Princess Sophie cried and moved the ice from Corene's hanging breasts.

King Louis shook his head and grinned, pausing with a fork over his plate. He was seated at the head of the table and had a full view of Cen's backside as Corene's mouth held his penis. Corene wished she could see him as he said, "Sophie, Sophie. Still ruining everyone's fun with your preoccupation with manners."

"Ha. If you call this fun! I find it distasteful," insisted Princess Sophie, "to have the poor thing eating penis at supper."

"She's got to eat something, Sophie dear," said the king's brother with the white mane, and everyone laughed.

Corene had been listening long enough to know the brother with the white mane was Prince Wilford, though everyone called him Willy. The other brother was Prince Graham. They both sat near the king at the end of the table, handsome brothers with strong jaws.

Princess Sophie shook her head and returned to her plate with a righteous sniff. "It's dis_tasteful_, I say."

The king smiled. "Would it please dear Sophie if the slave was on the floor? Or perhaps on her lap? You could feed her something besides dick."

More laughter as Princess Sophie blushed indignantly. She was about to retort when Queen Yvonne took a sip of wine and moaned. "Don't encourage him, Sophie," the queen said darkly. She glanced at Prince Adrian, who was sitting beside her, and snapped, "Eat your peas."

Prince Adrian rolled his eyes. "Mum . . ." he complained, but she stared him down, and he ate the peas like a pup.

Princess Alexandria laughed her tinkling laugh. "If Daddy had his way, the thing would be sitting on his cock at supper."

More laughter rose round the table as Queen Yvonne and Princess Sophie frowned. Corene almost laughed herself when the queen reached over and slapped Alexandria's paw.

"Ow! Mother --!"

"I'll have no such language," the queen hissed, "from a lady at this table."

Princess Alexandria returned stiffly to her plate.

"I don't understand," said Prince Florian, who watched the exchange in amazement. "Grandmother, what did Aunty do wrong? I thought it was funny."

Queen Yvonne's brows creased in a slow frown as she regarded the boy. "Ladies do not use such language, my darling." She sniffed and lifted her wine glass for a sip. "At least not in public."

More laughter.

"When I'm king," said Prince Florian proudly, "I'm going to be like Grandfather. I'm going to hold great balls where the slaves wrestle and the loser has to take it under their tail --"

"Creator, preserve us!" cried Princess Sophie, horrified.

"What?" laughed the king. "Is that not an admirable goal?"

"Most little boys want to seize castles, not hold sex competitions," said Princess Sophie, who looked on the verge of pulling smelling salts.

Prince Adrian laughed. "Calm down, darling wife. You'll work yourself up and faint. Here . . . try some of the pie."

"But should little boys want to seize castles?" said Prince Graham pointedly.

Queen Yvonne smiled. "I always knew you were my favorite, Graham."

"Hey!" Prince Wilford cried indignantly.

More laughter.

"Don't take it personal, Willy," said the queen with a smile. "There are something like seven of you lot, aren't there?"

"Yes," said Princess Alexandria, but she was speaking softly to Corene. She peered up at her as she whispered, "Be glad all of Daddy's brothers didn't come."

Corene ignored the princess, trying her best not to let her tongue please Cen, whose penis had been swelling harder and thicker in her mouth since supper had begun. Her lips were now taunt on him. She looked up at him, silently begging that he try to ignore the simple pleasure of her motionless mouth on him, but his eyes were strained and apologetic: it was impossible to ignore lips, tongue, and spit on his penis. She saw his belly trembling as he strained to hold back and closed her eyes, praying he wasn't about to come.

"Yes," confirmed Graham. "There are seven of us. And none of us truly wish to seize Varimore. Only our brother here."

"Speak up, Graham," said the king derisively. "I can't hear you when you're talking out of your ass."

Prince Graham laughed. "Fair enough, big brother. I simply can not see the need to seize the world as you see it. And perhaps that is why you are king and I am not."

"I am king because I'm older than you, fool. Why the bloody hell shouldn't the boy wish to seize castles? The Carringtons have been seizing the world since the beginning of time," the king demanded and tore his meat off his fork with impatient teeth.

The Carringtons. So this was Donica's family, Corene thought as she listened. She had never met them. Not even Hellene, who she avoided like the plague at every party. Prince Adrian and Princess Alexandria were Hellene's brother and sister, and she the middle child. Prince Florian was Hellene's nephew. And they were all of them dogs of war and fire, siege masters and warmongers. Curith could have taken over the world had it wanted to, but all the Carringtons seemed to care about was taking Varimore and the seat of King Antony's throne -- which was the throne of the high king and thus, of the world.

"Well. The subject matter doesn't suit me," the queen said dryly. "So let us move on. I detest circular arguments about the matter. Really, I do."

"And it's inconceivable," the king said, looking at his wife in amazement. "Because if I finally took Wychowl, you would stand to benefit greatly. Perhaps most of all."

"I suppose," said the queen. "I already rule Curith. Why not the world?"

More laughter, and the king slowly smiled.

Corene hadn't eaten all day, and her stomach growled. The family laughed again when Cen's penis flinched, and as if to oblige her, filled her mouth with cum. Corene's lashes fluttered and she gulped to swallow as everyone continued laughing.

Princess Sophie dropped her fork and shot from her chair. "Ugh," she said, pressing her kerchief to her mouth. "I can't . . . I must to my chambers . . . excuse me!" She ran from the dining hall.

Prince Adrian sighed wearily, wiped his paws on a napkin, and ran after her.

"I do believe I'm quite finished myself," said Queen Yvonne, who hadn't eaten a thing. King Louis helped her from her seat, and she kissed him on the cheek, saying with a smile, "Have fun, dear," before gliding gracefully from the room.

Corene struggled to swallow and keep Cen's penis in her mouth, knowing that to take her mouth away would displease the king. As everyone watched, Prince Wilford rose from his seat and came down the table to them. He took Cen by the hip and extracted his penis from Corene's mouth, allowing her to properly swallow. Cen was soft now, and his pink penis flapped down against his thigh.

"Now reawaken him," Prince Wilford said to Corene.

Corene sputtered as she swallowed the last of the cum. She obediently extended her tongue and licked Cen back to standing arousal. The slave grunted as it happened, his slender belly trembling again as his pink penis swelled and slowly lifted from each coaxing lick. He frowned with pleasure and whispered "Ah . . ." Prince Wilford's paw was still on his hip, and the prince watched it happening with narrowed eyes. He cupped Cen's sack as he whispered for Corene to slide her mouth on him, and she obeyed, taking the hot organ against her sore lips until her cheeks bunched in her eyes.

"Were you watching that, Xandria?" King Louis said to his daughter. "You may have learned something. I was thinking of marrying you to Damon in Poston. He likes a girl who can take a big cock to the back of her throat."

Prince Florian laughed as Alexandria threw down her napkin and shot from her chair. "That's not funny, Daddy!" she cried and clicked from the dinning hall with the king's laughter behind her.

Prince Graham also rose from his seat. "Off with you, boy," he said to Prince Florian. "Isn't it bedtime?"

Prince Florian pouted. "Can't I at least watch?"

The king laughed. "No."

Prince Florian's ears flattened and he pouted again as Akbash slaves started clearing the table. Prince Wilford took Cen by the arm and helped him climb down, leading him from the room by his leash. Graham followed.

Corene's heart thudded happily when the king came to her and took her leash. But he stopped and looked at Prince Florian, who was still pouting in his chair. "Alright," the king sighed, and Corene's heart leapt miserably. "You may touch her. And then to bed."

Prince Florian's ears pricked forward and he brightened. Corene tensed, waiting for the boy's greedy paws to feel her. His fingers spread her sex to the cold air, and there was a pause as he stared. He sank his finger slowly inside her and curled it in a caress. She sighed, blushing with shame as the king looked at her. The boy's tongue had almost touched her when the king grabbed him by the air and pulled him away.

"Grandfather! I want to lick her pussy! It smells good."

Corene blushed harder.

"We all want to lick pussy at your age," laughed the king. "But this pussy is mine. Now off to bed."

"Yes, Grandfather. . . ." The young prince left the room as slowly as he could, glancing with longing back at Corene.

Corene's heart fluttered when the king touched her chin with his finger. He looked at her with soft eyes. "Why'd you call me Daddy before?" he asked her.

Corene's lips parted and she hesitated.

"Speak. It's alright."

"I-I like being y-yours . . . and only y-yours." She looked him in the eye and sucked on his finger.

His brows went up in surprise. "Then you must be a glutton for punishment. Will you like what my brothers are going to do to you, I wonder?"

Tears sprang to Corene's eyes. "Please, D-Daddy --"

"There you go again," he said, smiling. He made a tisking sound. "What would your father think?"

"My father's dead," she whispered and dropped her gaze.

"I know."

Corene lifted her eyes and was startled to see the sympathy in his face. I killed Donica, she thought. I killed your sister because she killed my parents . . . would you kill me if you knew? Some small part of her . . . wished that he would.

"You sad broken child," the king said heavily. "Come with me. My brothers are going to break you some more." He tugged on the leash.

Corene swallowed hard, the tears coming thicker as she climbed with jiggling breasts down from the table. He took her by the waist and helped her.

"Don't cry," he said, touching her head to make her kneel.

Corene sank obediently to her knees and bowed her head, letting the tears fall. His fingers pushed through her mane, soothing her.

"P-Please, Daddy . . . don't give me to them . . ."

"Will you call me Daddy in front of them? When I'm fucking your brains out and you're screaming?"

She looked up at him. "If his majesty desires."

The king shook his head. "Foolish child." He grabbed her hard by the mane, forcing her head back as she screamed softly. "I am not your Daddy." He passed an eye over her gorgeous, curvy body and big breasts. "And thank god for that."

Corene bowed her head when he let her go, and the headpiece slipped forward into her eye. He adjusted it.

"They are not going to hurt you, girl. Perhaps humiliate you. Perhaps leave emotional scars that will never heal. Or perhaps you'll like what they do." He tugged gently on the leash. "Now come. I suffer just looking at you."