[F4M] The Conqueror's Toy

With one last churn of the mechanism of the catapult, the rock soared through the air, before slamming into the great walls of Alurice. The rock disintegrated on impact, and for a moment, it was assumed there'd need to be more bombardment. Yet, the sound of snapping and crackling filled the air. The soldiers attending the catapult, the army on standby, and their ruler watch as the wall begins to fall, dissolving under it's own weight., and permitting passage inside of the capital. A moment of silence as the dust from the powderized wall slowly settles, and rocks and stones of the broken wall finally enter a resting state. Then, the hollering. Thousands of men raise their weapons in joy, screaming at the top of their lungs while hooting about their victory. The long siege was over.

Men poured over the rubble, entering the great city and meeting little resistance from the local forces, as they have largely been wiped out already. The only reason this land lasted so long were due to it's walls, and now with that protective shield gone, the men were free to do as they please. However, not really. Their leader, a powerful warlord who's been subjugating kingdoms on his warpath ensure that not too much destruction is caused. No burning down buildings aimlessly, no brutal lootings, none of that. Of course, a little degree of fun must be allowed for his men, as they did just win him the war and deserve a reward, but total destruction of this city is not what he wants.

Before long, he finds himself in the main castle of the city, flanked on either side by his elite guard clad in black to denote their skill. He enters the throne room, completely empty and desolate. He can only assume the now former rulers of this land went into their panic rooms, or perhaps to try and use some secret tunnels to escape. Of course, that won't work, as his men have the entire city surrounded. They're inside the castle still. "Find the royal family. Alive." he states, his voice firm and commanding to his guards, of whom a detachment breaks off, before he sits down on the throne, now his, and waits for their return. He pondered the family. A King, who's rule is rather admirable. He was a shrewd suzerain of his lands, ensuring peace and prosperity. The Queen, a delightfully well bred woman who stood by his side the entire time.

But his mind was filled with thoughts of their daughter, someone wildly beloved by the people, someone who gets praise for her beauty all across all of the lands, often referring to her as "The Emerald of The North". It's even rumored that if she were to rebel, a majority of the Kingdom would follow her. Not that she would ever, though. She's a very good girl, if what the tales of her say are true. She's somehow even more well bred than her mother, she often does things for the people, like ensuring her father acts in a beneficial law, or helping the illiterate learn how to read. He couldn't kill her. If he wanted this land under his thumb, killing the beloved Princess, the sole heir of the throne, would result in perpetual revolts, something he doesn't wish to deal with. However, given her rumored beauty, maybe sparing her would be a boon for him.

It's at that moment that his guards begin to return. First, the King is brought in, and forced to kneel at swordpoint at his new ruler. He's stoic and strong. Then the Queen, clearly afraid and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he sees it. An ethereal beauty with hair the color of fire, her eyes matching her "Emerald" title, and a body that screams of her fertility, his loins stirring in his pants as he quickly makes his decision on the inside. She's placed on her knees, her vibe following something in between her father and her mother. Trying to remain calm, but clearly a bit afraid for herself and her life.

"Greetings, Princess." she hears, but when she perks up, she notices that not only has no one else seemingly heard his voice, but his lips weren't moving. She looks towards the conqueror, sitting on her father's throne, lazily propping his head up with his fist. "Yes, Princess, look at me." the voice speaks again, and once more the Princess sees his lips remain still. She perks up a bit. She read in an ancient text that his ancestors could speak through telepathy. It was also rumored that indeed he had some ingenious way to speak with his generals and men, making him far more effective in combat, but what exactly this method was has never been revealed to the public, a closely guarded secret by his people. She resides herself to the fact that he is indeed using this ancient art, while everyone else sits in silence. She gulps and looks at him, and he again inserts his words into her mind.

"Do you wish to save yourself, your family, and your people?" he asks of her, but before she could motion to speak out loud, he butts in again "There's no need to verbally answer that. I know you do." he utters as she shrinks back down again. Her heart was pounding with fear and anticipation, completely oblivious to what he's trying to do here. "Prostrate yourself to me, follow my every order no matter what, and without hesitation. If and only if you do this, you will all be spared, your lineage will continue." he was partially bluffing while throwing in a bit of a double meaning in there, a devious smirk formed on the inside of his mouth, but to everyone else he just sat there in silence.. He couldn't kill her without grave repercussions. Then suddenly, before she could really even digest it, he speaks in his real voice. "Royal family of Alurice. I have won, you fought valiantly, but the end is now. Do you have any final words, before I dispatch the three of you so I may rule in peace?" he asks, the Queen and King tense up, the Queen nearly bursting out in fear, before the Princess hears his voice again in her head. "Now, obey, do as I say now: " before uttering an act so humiliating and degrading, she'd never live it down.

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Please read the following bullet points if you want to set something up!

• I am only looking for detailed men. No one liner intros, and capable of writing around 1000 characters each message and I exclusively write in third.
• You have to contact me through PMs. Chat no longer works (thanks reddit). I just straight up won't see any chat requests.
• If you're interested, please send me a detailed description of the character you'd like to play, with your kinks and limits, and any ideas or anything you have for my post. It's not a race against time, it's a race against detail, I will reply if you satisfy these conditions be it 3 minutes or 3 months after this goes up.
• Since people somehow keep doing this, let me reiterate again. I will not reply to any one liners, 'hey', 'lets play', 'i like ur roll', or anything similar.

Well, that's the idea! A powerful, telekinetic ruler takes over a new Kingdom, and both because he's enthralled at the beauty of the Princess, and because he'd rather not fight perpetual revolts for his entire reign, he decides to spare her and make her follow his every command. He'll make her beg, debase herself, do acts so vile and debaucherous that most tavern whores would steer clear of it. He'll make her say such horrific things, yet to everyone else it just seems like the Princess is having an outburst, seemingly just throwing herself at his feet, begging and pleading, saying anything he tells her no matter how unroyal-like, doing all the acts he tells her no matter how embarrassing and humiliating it is, and seemingly she's not just obeying his non-verbal words to save her life. He'll make sure that she shows to her Kingdom how much she worships him, ensuring that the people fall in line with the wishes of their Princess, and he gets a nice fertile field to deposit his virile seed into, creating an heir that will consolidate his bloodline on this throne forever. He'll put her through so much public humiliation, in front of her family, her Kingdom, that there couldn't be any doubt as to where the loyalty of the Princess stands now. The more creative, interesting, unusual, and unique the task he gives her, the more I'll be into it.

Here are my limits, kinks, and my character.

Limits: Cuck, incest, cheating, romance, rape, and lack of detail.

Kinks: Tasks, public, control, being told what to do, humiliation, degradation, embarrassment, creative tasks, partially or completely clothed acts, breeding, talk of breeding, dirty talk, vulgar words, vulgar flirting, cream pie, impregnation, rough sex, size difference, man handling, hair pulling, finger hooks in mouth, facials, back shots, throat pies, primal, worship, idle pleasure, rimming (giving), male dominance, male confidence, pump and dump, creativity, detail, literacy, and many many more!

My character is Penny. She’s a young and beautiful girl who’s 18 (default age, can be discussed) years old. She’s got flawless white skin, a sign of her femininity since it’s clear she doesn’t do any laborious work. Piercing emerald green eyes and fiery red-orange hair give her an exotic look that makes her all the more alluring. She’s got a tight body, a short build, and a flat belly, but at the same time she’s got a nice rack of B-Cup breasts, wide child birthing hips, a juicy ass, and thick thighs to show she’s a good mother. She’s usually quiet, reserved, almost invisible, but certainly submissive. She comes from a Christian family and therefore has a lot of Christian ideals burned into her.