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I woke up to the king's body still atop me, obviously enjoying his domination over me. I too, enjoyed it. It sent tingles through me every time we moved.

He got up, shifting his full weight onto my legs momentarily, a painful process. He did leave. He pulled me out, too.

Whilst barely standing on the stones, he tossed an oversized white toga at me, almost toppling me. I managed to gain control as i saw him already dressed in a purple toga. Was he really this quick?!

Seeing my confusion, he snatched the fabric and put it on for me. He took one end and shoved it into my left hand. I held it in place as he wrapped the fabric around my entire body. He went up and around, meeting the back of my left shoulder. he tied the two ends together and i was snugly fit inside what was once a plain piece of fabric.

I was then tossed a pair of what seemed to be children's sandals. They did not feel comfortable, but at least my soles were kept warm from the cold stones.

We left the room, and i was forced to follow this time.

We walked past hallway and connector hall, hallway and connector hall, corridor and various other types of enclosed space, passing through the massive facility in a diagonal way the king wanted to flex to me with. Eventually, we left a small door-hole and entered a courtyard. At our side were a bunch of arrows and bows, and on the other side a target. It seemed an impossible distance. There was still a boundary wall on that side. This castle must have been kilometers wide!

He walked down to the archer's stand and pointed out a bench for me. I duly sat down as i watched the king shoot arrows, a tired servant rushing around trying to collect those that hit the floor before the king shot the batch of arrows again. The target remained mostly empty even after 100 cumilative shots. I wonder when it'd be my turn.

One arrow was shot so off-course that it whistled past my ear and hit a servant working on hanging clothes quite far to the side of the target.

The servant retrieving arrows tried to get the now-paralysed servant medical attention, shouting out something into the castle whilst blocking the bleeding, but the king quickly ran out of arrows to misfire and shouted something at the servant, to which they went back to collecting arrows. I watched as a medic arrived and took away the servant in a stretcher

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After a long while of shooting arrows, the king suddenly stopped and turned to me.

He took off his tunic, leaving his naked body in the wind. I felt good tingles wash over me yet again. I saw his sheath slowly give way to a slowly growing red, slimy shaft. He walked to me. He grabbed my head with his two hands, squeezing them together to hold me captive to his movements. As the tip touched my lips, I dropped my jaw and accepted the length fully as it slid down my throat. his hips moving forwards and backwards, using my mouth for little more then his own pleasure as he began to moan in his deep tone. It kept moving in and out, in and out, in and out. I learnt to time my breaths. He kept pushing, trying to get himself out on me. He went faster and faster

He released his white liquid unto me, making me choke a little. He still held his dick far down, though, keeping me at his primal mercy, my captivity being what he seemed to be getting off on.

He left and went right back to shooting, leaving me sitting here. Yet again bored.

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I eventually got bored of being locked in the bedroom, so i went back to looking at their books.

They certainly were interesting. They seemed to be hand-written and beautifully set, a kind of work of art i had the pleasure of holding. Fit for a king (literally), they somehow captivated me, each glyph and letterform deeply drawing me into its intricately-drawn shape. I couldn't read any. I wonder if i'd get to. I don't mind being illiterate, though.

The diacritics were something else, almost organic in comparison to the boxy forms, a kind of recluse from the consonants.

There certainly seemed to be two kinds of quote marks, ones which contained text with diacritics, and one that didn't. My mind jamp to the Hebrew and Arabic scripts, beautifully similar scripts. Arabic had special quote marks for their holy text and Hebrew diacritics used where vowels did need notating. I had already leaped to the conclusion that he diacritics represented vowels and the boxy forms consonants.

Eventually, i heard a key slip into the door-lock. A servant came in with a plate. Some rice, sauce, and a tidbit of meat. Were these werewolves really omnivores?

The servant laid the plate on the table and looked at what i was reading. With a shocked expression, they quickly slammed the book closed and put it back on the shelf. I was slapped in the cheek, surprisingly hard and he ran off, as if he wanted to stay away from me.

Confused, i ate the breakfast. It was 10:34 and high time for something to eat.I attempted to use the two sticks that came with the plate, treating them like chopsticks. I knew how to use them as i did have a fascination for Chinese culture. The simplicity of their language's grammar appealed to me. Simplicity appealed to me. It was a simple life here, one i had been yearning for.

Sure, the king seems to be a bit selfish, but that's not much. I've heard of worse kings, and in any case, living here was amazing.

I finished my breakfast and wiped my left index finger against an interior corner of my tunic. I still needed a finger to push food into the place of the chopsticks.

I eventually, bored yet again, opened a book to do more looking, this time a book from a lower shelf. It felt a bit scary doing that, knowing just how hard the servant slapped.

At every click at the keyhole, i reflexively jamp and hid the book, but quickly took it out in sheer fascination.

Eventually i found a book with Chinese on it and it absolutely caught me blind-sided. I had learnt only a little Chinese, and through pinyin. I preferred the grammar to the endless characters. I did understand a small handful, though. Underneath the Chinese were some glyphs in the native script, their own pinyin system. I can't imagine it matching well with Chinese given the phonology of the language i had heard. Tones seemed to be notated by a line underneath the glyph.

I looked for a certain word that i thought might be revealing; “??"; yesterday. I saw two definitions. The first was a normal word but the second has a dash before it and a small line of squares with the third one shaded in. This language had an agglutinative system and tense markings. I didn't understand anything else, though.

The king, naked and quite visibly erect, suddenly came in. He took one look at me and the desk and screamed at me in his native tongue. Certainly, it sounded nothing like Chinese could. there were a lot of sounds which didn't match. He slapped me hard and put the book back, toppling my chair onto the cold floor. I hit my head slightly and it hurt.

He grabbed me and stripped me. He grabbed my balls with his hands, a precaution before then dipping his own into my mouth. They tasted musky and disgusting, but it still somehow turned me on.

He began to massage my balls with his fingers, returning the favor. i could feel his newly sharpened claws running across the sensitive skin. He scared me slightly and i grew erect. I daren't bite. I slowly began to gently suckle on his balls in return, using my tongue to stimulate them. I slowly detensed and his hand started rubbing my dick instead.

I slowly entered a rhythm, but it was quickly broken when he stood up and sat on my face, forcing me to lick his rectum. My hands were crushed between my waist and his calves and i could feel his legs rotating to squeeze the cheeks around me. I panicked inside due to the lack of air, sending butterflies flying as i realised he could kill me here. Perfect life? Nah! I was going to die before i got to experience it entirely!

He shifted his weight, giving me space to breathe the pungent, shitty, air, and he rubbed his member, up and down. I had no simulation anymore and he kept my hands away from my member, instead putting them on his thighs and indicating that i caress those muscles.

He moved to lie on his stomach. I, as he forced me to, tried to massage his skin underneath the annoying hair, knowing that he was stronger then me and i had no power.I couldn't help but rub my dick in the process to try to get myself off, but he took his hand, grabbed my hand, and shoved it back onto his back.

I was stuck in this forceful massage whilst he moaned and was having the time of his life.

Eventually he turned over, grabbed my hand, and wrapped it around his dick. He indicated he wanted the up-down movement. I begrudgingly did it. He then grabbed my other hand and forced me to rub his abs. It made my hand-muscles sore, but whenever i slowed down to find myself relief he gave me a glare and a look at those sharp claws, forcing me to continue under the threat of his superiority.

He had a big flinch as he came, my exhausted hand having inadvertently aimed his shaft directly at my body, sending the cum all across me. He still forced me to massage him until he suddenly pushed me away and left, leaving me covered in this creature's sticky fluid. I wiped myself with his bedsheets and sat there in a little unsatisfied boner.

I came and had a little nap as a result.

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I was woken twice; once for lunch, and a second time for dinner.

The sun had set by now and dinner was now peacefully in my belly. Not tired anymore, i sat around bored. Should i go figure out the grammar of the language or just wait?

I heard a lock shake and the king walked through. He looked pissed. He grabbed my body off the bed and ripped the tunic i was wearing off me. He drove little scratches he had driven into me, but i was powerless. His dick began knocking at my hole and i was thrust straight into it, no lube. I became his fleshlight again, and he was getting comfortable with me. It hurt like hell, the entire area lighting up with a red flash as he pushed me up and down wildly, using me to satisfy himself. He was a wild creature now and i realised the first day was but an act to make myself feel confident in him.

I found myself repulsed from this increasingly violent rapist. He sensed my disgust and only held me closer, keeping me restrained, as if to say “you are nothing but an extension of me". And i was. It sucked.

He eventually and thankfully, through this crazed sex, came inside me. He didn't remove me from his dick, though.

He fell asleep on his bed, i still being attached to him tightly. I was being squashed between his weight and the dirtied, cum-filled part of the blanket. It was rancid, but somehow, i still found myself aroused by him. I had fallen back into liking him and it sucked.

His dick eventually went flaccid and my ass let it slip out unimpeded. His cum also left. It felt like a shit, though, and i'm sure some of the solids got past.

I slept comfortably that night, me being nothing more then his teddybear. It was still strangely comforting to have something so heavy, so fluffly, so muscular holding me close.

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I was carried by him everywhere he went now, bound in his toga like a baby. I was his baby, his doll. My limbs were so tightly held underneath the toga i couldn't move at all. The king seemed to carry some pride in being my master. I kind of loved it too, in a weird sense. I was with him in the grand hall, his hands touching me all over, sending tingles across me. Oh, i was his pet, and such a good pet i was!

A messenger came to tell yesterday's news, standing in some form of impromptu spotlight made by the morning sun shining through the circular window. I understood none but the king was noticeably upset.

He went to a special room, holding the messenger by the cuff of his collar. I, tied in that tunic, was the other person forced there.

It was a room that was wide enough it could fit about 7 werewolves laying down, head-on-head. A werewolf's worth of space on either side was taken by a series of cells, of which i counted about 7 per side. In them sat various werewolves in varying states of decay. The smell of bodily waste products hit first, followed by the iron-y stench of blood. It was strangely quiet, though.

I saw center at the opposite wall of the room the worst contraption i'd seen. It had what looked like a table, and about seven-eighths across its length an incredibly tall vertical section, atop it being held a blade. A rope attached to the blade had its midsection attached to a hook on the ground. The end of the rope was bound to a little tying-loop such that the rope wouldn't fly out of reach.

The messenger was barked at and eventually ended up lying face-down on the guillotine, neck ready for cutting. The king walked over to the hook and detached the rope from it and just a second later, the messenger's head was in the basket.

I wondered why the messenger let himself die so readily, but then i realised that such a crazy king wouldn't hesitate to rip him to death with his freshly sharpened claws. The guards i noticed were at the only door were also quite a formidable pair.

The king and i went to the bedroom, where he unwrapped his toga and presented his naked body to me. He seemed to want me to touch him again, so i did just that. I rubbed every part of his body, feeling myself fall more and more for him due to some strange reason. My dreams were coming true, even if nightmares were beginning to lick the edges.

I left no muscle uncaressed, i wanted to feel all of him, this guy, this guy who was beginning to keep me on edge. I had the chance to masturbate yesterday, and whilst i did take it, i was stll horny. He made me horny, his masculine smell and dominant personality.

Every time i moved my hands down there to seek relief, he'd keep me away from it. He made sure to control my every waking hour, and every sleeping hour, too. I just knew he would. It was somewhat exciting, knowing he controlled me entirely. I began to fall in love, some kind of Stockholm syndrome washing over me.

I kept rubbing his abs and keeping him satisfied. He then pushed my mouth onto his dick and forced the same action against my will, even though it was for my will as i was beginning to seriously enjoy him. His taste, his movements, his aggressive demeanor. Oh, how i loved the texture and taste of that shaft, oh how i did!

I was sent into overdrive for him and he could tell. He eventually came straight into my lungs. I choked for a while after.

I hadn't showered in days and i was beginning to feel dirty in the bad way, but i still was forced to sleep as his teddy bear. I couldn't ever escape him. It was still strangely comforting, though.

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I woke up with him gently teasing my head with his foot. Somehow, i had moved to the foot-end of the bed. He played around as i woke up, before cruelly thrusting his toes past my unprepared lips. I was forced to suck them.

I felt every piece of dirt leave the foot as it entered my mouth. A hair got dislodged. It was damn disgusting and i hated every second. Many more hairs got dislodged. He could tell and he simply chuckled. He got off on this. He came on me, aiming at me on purpose, before leaving me to his room. Today, day 4, was the worst. Every day was the new worst.

I was taken by him after a meager breakfast, inside his restraining prison-toga, and sent to watch him do his archery again. He was still shit at it.

I was brought to a hall where there seemed to be self-defense being taught. I was pushed into the center, naked after having been removed from the toga. It was damn embarrassing.

The first werewolf to go was the instructor. He showed the ring how to restrain someone and bring them to the floor, and then keep them still. Well, not “someone"; it was me.

The first werewolf, the king, went up to me. He held my hands behind my back and i went erect with the tingles and feeling of being controlled. He, noticing, threw me to the stone ground forcefully. It hurt my head even though it was held up by my neck-muscles to blunt the impact. My dick went flaccid again. I dizzily stood up only to be tried by the next werewolf, and the one after that, and the one after.

In fact, i was being given a go at by every werewolf in the ring. There were only 5 but it felt like a hundred, their combined strength leaving me bleeding in the middle, from my skull. Flashes of pain coming from aches all over me.

The instructor grabbed me roughly by the arm and demonstrated a perfect slap. On me.

The king walked up to me and slapped me so hard i saw stars.

Except it wasn't hard in comparison to the next 3 werewolves to come to me. I was left unconscious before the fourth had even came up.

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I was nothing more then the king's new pet. I hated it now, the pain pulsating through my mouth. My tongue felt a gap. A gap! My tooth had went missing! Seriously, fuck this castle. It was only 16:34. How much more left of this day? Can't it just end already? I know my boundaries now!

I was put in the bed again and the king shoved his foot into my mouth for the second time. I had to suck it. He was not done though and shoved me onto his erect shaft, my mouth naturally giving way to it. I was his slave now and it was beginning to grow old.

I sucked and sucked and sucked, desperate to get him to cum. He didn't. He suddenly grabbed me and shoved my ass onto his member, driving it through me like he was hammering a nail, no less painful then last time. In fact, it was more painful given the damage that he'd done before.

I felt his hands grab my waist as he used my body as nothing but a simple gratification vessel. I was bounced mercilessly up and down without any choice in the matter, i falling limp to let him handle me to the full extent of his desires.

I let him go berserk as he drove out his orgasm, struggling hard. He was driving me to an orgasm too, but just before i could climax, he came right inside of me, filling me up. He took me off his dick and used his finger to mop up the cum before putting the drenched digit into my mouth.

I wanted to orgasm but with him holding me like this, to his mercy, his single large hand grabbing both my hands, i couldn't get myself the climax i wanted.

He held me tight to him and i was yet again his teddy bear. There were no tingles this time, no attraction. I was tired of him and i felt like i was getting closer and closer to being raped by him. I had no control anymore over anything.

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Day 5. The damned sun shone through the window, casting beams onto his face. It would have made him attractive if it was still day 1, but i instead saw him as an ugly, selfish thing. who had killed the messenger, had me attacked until i was unconscious, and then had the audacity to rape me.

I began to wish nothing but death on him.

He woke up, and holding both my hands and my body in the same arm grabbed a book for himself. I was thrown to the floor, causing yet another headache, and i was forced to suck his toes. It was annoying and he didn't seem to stop doing it to me. He held one foot over my dick, teasingly squeezing it, every movement sending bad tingles across me, whilst making me suck his other foot. He didn't care that my hands were scratching him; they never got past his annoyingly thick fur. All he did was press down on me harder, the pain stopping me from what was effectively tickling him.

He leaned back and i felt the weight shift to his heels. He started shaking and i realised that he was jerking off. He became more and more shaky as i sucked his foot obediently, my balls at the stake of his other foot. It would have sent my hormones flying if it was day one, but instead it hurt a bitch to have his foot squeezing my balls.

He ejaculated, and he was sure to aim it at me. He collected the cum with his toe and forced me to suck it. Once i had cleansed the toe, he repeated with different cum, staring at me with a sultry look, knowing i was hating this. He just looked at me, knowing he was causing me to burn in rage.

He had breakfast. I didn't, being stuck under his foot.

He was relentless in his study and i was stuck under his feet. Every time i tried to move to escape, he squashed me harder. My back was growing sore with the constant pressure he was exerting on it, but if i tried to move, he just pushed against it harder. His foot had now moved to my stomach, knowing it'd hurt a bitch.

He punished me often for twitching, involuntary movements made whilst my back tried to protect myself.

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It eventually came that it was dark and the king was ready to finish. He took me into the bed with him and used me for his dick, forcing me to suck it. The salty member kept running up and down my throat, making me feel slightly ill. Before i could vomit in reaction, he orgasimed his white liquid and pulled out.

I was forced between his legs, lapping at his rectum before i could do anything. His legs squeezed my body, sending tingles across me again, making me hard. I couldn't jack off as he kept my hands away.

I hated every second with this monster, but the door was always locked and his claws always sharp. Escape was a dumb choice, and anyways, his legs were becoming attractive now.

I slept uncomfortably there, barely able to breathe under the blankets. In REM sleep, he always squeezed me so i'd wake up. My hands got loose and the pins and needles were unparalleled. In the dark of the blanket, it looked like my entire vision was in static.

The twitching sent me on edge but if i moved to rub my dick, all he'd do was wake up and pull my hands into an uncomfortable position where he'd hold them, taking full control. He'd fall asleep and let go, but if i moved, he grabbed them again. Again and again, his movements getting sharper and more painful.

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The morning come, he seemed quite angry I was ripped out from between his legs by my shoulders. He used his hand and covered the holes i needed to be able to breathe. I panicked and squirmed, but all he did was seal me harder against him. I felt his red shaft grow as i realised the monster was getting off this, wanting to kill me.

I heard a commotion outside, the sharp cries of steel on steel as i heard the squishing of the screaming guards's flesh being punctured. The king suddenly unchoked me and instead fully grabbed me hard, close to me, a kind of lethal hug. He rushed to the guillotine room and locked me in a cell, walled off by a wide mesh my head could almost fit through.

He ran off downstairs. About 30 minutes later, he ran back upstairs, panicked.

The king stuck his toe through the mesh.

He looked at me with an authoritative glare and i knew what to do to delay that guillotine by a little while.

I looked at him, the butterflies in my stomach slowly spinning in a hold pattern.

I bent down onto my knees as i stared at his toe. How ugly it was.

He wiggled it just as my lip was passing under it. It hurt, feeling my lip be squashed between the ground and his toe.

I eventually had the massive thing in my mouth.

I sucked at it as if my life depended on it.

The hair got stuck in my mouth. Eurgh, not again!

The noises outside got closer.

I, getting increasinly disgusted as the taste unfolded, i retreated from his toe.

I spat out the hair and the king took his toe away.

He looked at me again, a mix of fear and disappointment in his angry eyes. I stared back at him with fear. He walked away to talk to a hooded guard at the corner of the room.

I heard the click-clack of the lock being opened to my cell.

The squeak of the door opening.

The guard scowling at me.

The butterflies in my stomach took flight and almost knocked me over.

I suddenly felt weak. It was like i stood up after being upside down for an hour, except for the fact i was terrified of my death.

The guard grabbed me by the hand and pulled me roughly out of the cage.

I was walked to the guillotine and they probably asked my last words. I couldn't tell.

“Look behind you" i screamed as i pointed at the door, to nothing.

The hooded guard inadvertently loosened his grip as he looked.

I squirmed to escape, but he caught me again.

He gave me an angry shake as i was thrown back against the guillotine, my back making some form of disgustingly large angle as i bent back to absorb the impact.

I was pushed violently and rolled across the bedamned contraption. My head was forced into the stock as i heard the lock slide across.

The hooded guard moved to begin the process of releasing the rope.

I thought about my life since now. Everything was so beautiful now. The rocks, so needlessly detailed, the werewolves, so beautifully decorated in fur. The wood of the guillotene so amazingly grainy.

I'd die now, i guessed.

A sudden squelch of something passing through flesh; luckily not mine.

The sudden sound of a splat as the guard hit the floor.

The twang of the rope as it left the hook.

The pit-patter of claws on stone

The sliding noise of the blade as it passed down

I blacked out.