Splash. The king's head hit the marble floor of the royal castle, and blood splattered around it. More than a hundred people, mostly ordinary people, were standing around the scene and cheering. Finally, after two long weeks, the king was dead and their revolution was successful. People cheered, jumped up in the air, and shouted all kinds of disgusting things about their former King.
Meanwhile, Queen Charlotte had tears streaming down her face as she was being pulled away from the scene by two large guys. She screamed out for her husband, but no one seemed to care about her. She was the queen - well, not anymore, she figured - and these people were carrying her away by her arms. They pulled her out of the castle, not saying anything to each other, yet they seemingly knew exactly where to take her. As they carried her through busy streets, covered with the blood of the royal guard, she went silent. This was the first time she had left the castle in weeks, perhaps months at this point. They took a left onto a smaller and less busy road until they reached the door of a dark building. The door was small and painted dark red. They squeezed her through the door and closed it behind her, leaving her alone in the room.
It was a small room, the ceiling was quite low - although that might just be her being adjusted to the high ceilings in the castle, and the walls were dimly lit by a couple of candles in each corner. There was a bed in the middle of the room and not much else - not that there was any place for much more anyway. She stood in front of the bed for a few minutes, contemplating whether she could try to escape through the door, but the two muscular brutes who had kidnapped her were probably guarding the door. She decided to sit down on the bed to calm down a bit.
The last couple of days were crazy and happened so fast that she could barely comprehend what had happened to her. After a week of the main gate holding up, the revolution had breached the front gate and the royal family had been forced to lock themself in the great hall with the last of the royal guard protecting them. Yesterday her only two sons had gone outside to negotiate, but after they'd closed the door, the only thing they'd heard was violent screaming followed by a deafening silence. The revolution had mercilessly slaughtered her only two sons and the rightful heirs to the throne. She hated every one of them for that. This morning, they'd finally breached into the main hall through a window, quickly killing off every single guard and maid that was there with them.
Now she inspected the bruises on her arms and legs, which she had picked up when she tried to resist her kidnappers' tight grip. The tears had stopped flowing, but there was still an aching hole left in her heart. The last twenty-four hours had been the worst day of her life, she was more than certain of that. Just as the sadness in her heart swelled up again and she was close to crying, the door in front of her opened, letting bright sunrays inside.
Five men quickly entered the small room. There was now even less space left as the door got closed behind them, trapping her. They stood around her with menacing grins on their faces. Every single one of them was wearing green trousers and shirts in a darker shade of blue, the colours of the revolution. They looked quite similar, with very short brown hair, broad shoulders, and strong arms from working all day.
Out of nowhere, the man standing in the middle and right in front of her started speaking. "Queen Charlotte!"
He exclaimed proudly
"The revolution has shown mercy and decided that you get to live, unlike your former husband. At the same time, we hereby renounce your title as the Queen. You are, from this moment onwards, nothing more than a common woman."
He let those words sink in for a couple of seconds before continuing.
"Furthermore, we have been instructed to teach you about the way men treat women in this kingdom..."
The man to the left of him - slightly taller and leaner than the man in the center - brushed an elbow against his hip.
"... ahemm, in this republic."
He continued with a smile before nodding towards the rest of them. Charlotte was too slow to react as she was still trying to process the man's words, when he suddenly pushed her backwards onto the hard mattress. She fell quite hard, and before she even realised it had happened, the men started taking off her clothes. One of them ripped open her blouse while two of them pulled on her skirt until she was left exposed to them. The only thing covering her was her hands and some white satin panties her husband had gotten her for her last birthday.
Two of the men took her hands and pinned them above her head. She was helpless as one of them slowly pulled down her panties. She screamed and cried and desperately tried to resist them. She moved her body and legs, but all that ended up doing was helping them completely undress her. They inspected her underwear for a split second before stuffing it into her open mouth.
Her screams were quickly muffled, and her panties were soaked with her saliva. Still, Charlotte didn't even think about resisting as the situation she was in only got worse and worse. Now completely exposed to the hungry eyes of the men, tears were flowing down her face. While three of the men just stared at the breasts and bush of their former Queen, the other two men took some rope out of their pockets and got to work on tying her limbs to the corners of the bed. There was no way for Charlotte to resist, and very quickly she was forced to swallow that fact.
"Now now... there's no reason to be that dramatic. We promise we'll get started soon."
They all laughed at that joke. Their laughter was nothing short of sinister and disgusting. They looked down at their freshly caught prey as Charlotte caught sight of tents forming in their thin trousers. Terror filled her entire being, and she kept squirming even after the men had finished tying her down. Her legs were now spread apart, letting the men get the perfect view of her private areas.
When they finally calmed down from their laughter, they, one by one, dropped their pants and pulled off their shirts over their head. They threw their clothes behind them and now, just hidden behind their white cotton underwear, Charlotte's eyes were drawn to their hard cocks. She wanted to look away, but for some reason she couldn't. She hated the sight of it, but she just couldn't bring herself to look away.
The men looked at each other for a split second before leaning forwards and in a swift movement, every single one of them had their hard cocks out. Charlotte looked at the genitals of the men. All of them were cut, and at least by the looks of it, not as disgusting as she would have expected from them. Most of the men were in the range of about 4-6 inches, with the man in the center, the one who had talked previously, having by far the biggest of the bunch. His cock looked rock hard, just like the others, had a slight curve to the left and was about 8 inches long. More importantly, it was incredibly thick. Charlotte hated herself for it, but in her mind she immediately compared their cocks to her dead husband's. He had been great in bed, not caring only about his pleasure and release, but instead also about how she felt during it, and yet his one shortcoming had always been his below-average penis.
The men took their cocks in one hand and began slowly stroking them to the sight of their former queen. The sound and smell of them jacking off was disgusting enough for Charlotte to finally look away. She looked at the ceiling and tried to ignore the smell of their precum, but once again her body betrayed her and she looked down towards the men. They had moved closer to the bed, now surrounding her with their eyes piercing into her like little needles.
Charlotte fixed her gaze on the cock of the man in the middle. Suddenly, he moved and climbed onto the bed. Charlotte's eyes widened, and if it hadn't been for her underwear in her mouth, she would have screamed like a little girl. The man had a devilish smile on his face, as he lowered his face and took her left nipple into his mouth. He began sucking and softly biting her sensitive nipples. With his rough hands, he groped her tits, slapping them and bringing them together to work on them both. The former queen hated herself for it, but her body once again betrayed her and she found herself arching her back, wanting–no, needing more of this. It felt incredible, and she wanted him to continue. His manhood was now poking against her thigh and she felt his warm precum getting spread around.
"Come on, John! I know we have all night, but some of us don't want to just watch," one of the other men suddenly said.
John bit down once again on Charlotte's nipple and sat up. "Okay, Steve." He looked at the man on the far left of Charlotte. "But for that comment, you'll be last today." He continued with a grin, before looking back down at her again. Her nipples were now stiffer and more sensitive than ever before, and she was no longer a helpless victim. Right now, her eyes were fixated on John's hard cock and her body was aching for it. John seemingly saw that desire in her eyes, so he took his thick shaft, jerked it a couple of times, and lined it up against her wet folds.
"You want this, huh?" he asked, a bit surprised by her apparent arousal. Charlotte nodded before she could even process what he had said. It seemed her body's desires had taken over. John couldn't help but smile as he slowly sank inside her wet folds and began thrusting into her. His thrusts were slow, but incredibly deep. They reached parts of Charlotte her husband, the King, couldn't have dreamed of hitting. Charlotte once again felt betrayed by her own body that was loving this more than she wanted. She wanted to resist, to scream, to punch these men and call for help. Instead here she was, enjoying the absurd smell of five cocks, sweat, precum and her juices.
With every thrust, John let out a deep groan, but now his thrusts became faster and his breaths shorter. Charlotte could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge. For some reason that didn't upset or scare her, although it probably should have. Instead, she was getting excited and even more aroused. Her pussy was incredibly wet and she looked up at John in anticipation for his release.
"Oh fuck! You're so tight!" he gritted out through his teeth before thrusting back inside Charlotte and getting even closer to filling her up with his seed. She was more than a little horny herself, as she relished in the pleasure his big cock was giving her needy body. Out of pure natural desire and instinct, she bucked her hips to meet his, changing the angle a little bit in the process. That was seemingly enough for John to go past the point of no return.
Pearls of sweat were dripping down his face as he yelled out, "Fuck! Take my Load." He let out a deep and long groan as he thrust into Charlotte balls-deep one last time and started his release. He ejaculated harder than Charlotte's husband ever had, filling her fertile pussy with his seed until it spilled out of her. He slowly pulled out of her, but she was still relishing in that incredible moment. A stranger – a commoner – had just bred the former Queen, and she was loving it. If it hadn't been for her underwear gagging her, she would have been screaming and moaning like a virgin girl falling in love.
After pulling out, John looked down at Charlotte with a proud smile. He knew he had already achieved their goal of breaking the Queen's spirit. She would no longer resist them – she was just a common woman now, serving men in hopes of birthing their children.
John got up and used the Queen's garments to dry himself off, including her juices mixed with his cum around his hairy crotch. Charlotte was still staring at the ceiling when one of the men suddenly removed her underwear from her mouth. She immediately gasped for air, filling her lungs with the dry air, filled with the scent of her juices and John's semen. After catching her breath, she looked down her torso to see one of the men inspecting her wet folds.
"It looks like she enjoyed that more than we did!" he said with a deep and rough voice, and the other men, including John, laughed at his comment. The man's cock was already rock-hard and poking against Charlotte's left thigh, who couldn't contain her excitement. That first round turned her into a horny mess, that was only looking to satisfy her body's desires.
"I'll leave you boys alone for now. Make sure to treat her like proper royalty," he added with a smirk before getting dressed and leaving the small room. A few rays of the sun setting entered the room, but no one had any intention of leaving just yet.
To be continued . . .
