Queen Nathaly was beautiful, and she had successfully ruled alone since the death of her husband several years ago, but her greedy taxation policies were unpopular among her subjects. As grumblings grew among the peasants, she knew she needed something to win back approval, and so she announced a brutal law and order policy. Thieves would be hanged – no matter how small the theft, no matter the circumstances.
And within two months, the town’s gibbets were filled with unfortunate cutpurses, pickpockets, and second-storey men.
But Black Horace, the Bandit Lord, who ruled the lawless outskirts from his hideout in the Old Forest, didn’t take kindly to this policy. He had seen too many of his friends and compatriots killed by the Queen’s guards.
And so he made a promise. If theft was what the Queen feared, then theft was what she would get. He would steal the biggest prize of all – the kingdom itself.
The first step was, in many ways, the hardest. He sent for an ancient witch to help craft the item he would need – and when she arrived, she charged him an exorbitant sum for her services, that used up almost all the treasure he had hoarded over many years.
But when it was done, it was worth it – a single glittering ruby gem, set in a golden necklace.
He had the necklace sent as a gift to the Queen’s 19-year-old daughter, Princess Caely, under the pretence of an offering from some minor noble. He could have had it sent to the Queen herself, but Queen Nathaly was cunning, and might have sensed something sinister in the gift. Caely, however, was shallow, pretty, and stupid, and she had a weakness for expensive jewellery.
When the princess put the gem around her neck, the curse kicked in.
It came in two parts. The first drew Caely to the Old Wood. She found herself going on an unannounced trip to the edge of the wood, leaving her guards and servants behind, not quite understanding why she was doing this. When she reached the treeline she found her hands adjusting her blouse in order to bare her buxom young tits, and then she was removing her skirt to expose her expensive lace panties. She couldn’t stop herself, nor could she replace her clothing, and the curse drew her onwards, leading her to stroll through the trees bare-titted, aware of a growing throbbing and wetness in her groin.
It didn’t take long for the Bandit Lord’s men to find her and abduct her. One grabbed her from behind, putting one hand over her mouth as she squealed and struggle, and using the other to molest her soft, bare fuckmelons. Another lifted her legs from the ground. And together they carried her through the wood to the hideout of the Bandit Lord.
When she was dumped on her knees before the Bandit Lord, she at first tried threats.
“Let me go this instant, or my mother will see you hanged!” she screamed.
For her trouble she received a slap across her face, and five hard slaps to her tits. The Bandit Lord spat on her, as well, for good measure.
“Tell me, princess,” he said. “Have you ever been gang-raped?”
At those words she became frantic.
“Please,” she begged. “Please just let me go. I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Yes,” said the Bandit Lord. “You will. But we’ll gang-rape you anyway.”
The bandits who served the Bandit Lord had never raped a princess before, and they were very eager to try. They pulled the remainder of her fine clothes from her, and then tied her in place over a wooden platform they had erected specifically for the occasion. They took turns forcing her to masturbate them, shoving their cocks into her mouth, tugging and slapping at her tits, and fucking her virgin asshole.
But only the Bandit Lord himself was allowed to use her cunt – and this he did, cumming in the pretty young girl’s womb three times over the course of her ordeal.
And it was then she discovered the second part of the gem’s curse – that she was forced to obey any man whose semen entered her vagina.
He tested it by telling her to dance for him, masturbate for him, and beg to be raped, and she did these things willingly and eagerly – although he could see the terror and humiliation on her face as her mind was forced to obey him, and that was good too.
“Very good,” he told her, once he was satisfied that the curse was strong. “I have two commands for you. The first is that you will return here every three days, just as you did today, to be gang-raped again. And the second is that after I have cum inside you, you will let the cum drip out of your pussy into a vessel, and you will take that vessel home with you, along with others I give you that I will fill with my semen between your visits.”
“And… what will I do with them?” Princess Caely asked nervously.
He gave her a vial of black liquid. “You will feed a drop from this vial to your mother the Queen,” he said. “It is a sleeping draught. It will not hurt her, but it will make her sleep soundly through the night, no matter what happens. And then, once she is asleep, you will enter her bedchamber, and you will push all of my cum up into her pussy.”
Caely moaned in horror – but she couldn’t resist his command.
Over the following weeks, the Bandit Lord and his men enjoyed repeatedly gang-raping the pretty young princess, and to his delight he noticed that Caely became accustomed to these rapings, struggling less and submitting more – and she even began to orgasm from her rape. Afterwards she would snuggle with the Bandit Lord as the sperm dripped from her cunt into the vial she would take home, and she began to respond with genuine affection as he stroked her face and kissed her.
Finally, one day Caely came outside of her normal schedule, running bare-titted through the woods, desperate to find the Bandit Lord.
“My mother,” she gasped. “The doctors have told her that she is pregnant. She is beside herself. She doesn’t know how it happened. She is asking them to abort it, but they are telling her that it is against the law and the religion and the people would never permit it if they knew.”
She paused, and then added, shyly, “I think I might be pregnant too, my lord…”
The Bandit Lord set out for the Queen’s castle immediately.
The guards tried to stop him, but the Princess was with him, and they feared for her safety, so they allowed him into the palace courtyard – and there he shouted, “Queen Nathaly is pregnant, and I am the father. By the law of the land, I claim my right to marry her, and take the throne.”
He paused, and added, “The Whore Princess Caely is also pregnant, and I am also the father. I claim right of marriage to her as well.”
There was outcry. Guards threatened him with their long pikes. The Queen emerged, with a pretty little baby bump showing beneath her dress, and ordered that the Bandit Lord be killed.
But the priests and the royal council intervened.
“It is the law, your Majesty. If you have had intercourse with this man and allowed his seed to grow in your womb, then he may marry you by right – and any man in the royal family takes precedence as ruler over any female.”
A hedge witch was sent for, who did various auguries over the bellies of both the Queen and the Princess – and pronounced them both to be bearing healthy girls, of which the Bandit Lord was the true and natural father.
And just like that, the Bandit Lord became the ruler of the kingdom.
The laws were unclear about him marrying both the Queen and the Princess – but there were some exceptions in the law that allowed a king to take multiple wives, where the needs and laws of the kingdom required it – and he had, after all, impregnated both women, and they could hardly bear their children out of wedlock.
So he married them both as soon as could be allowed. (The Queen raged, and swore, and threatened, and had to be kept in chains, nude and gagged, until the ceremony.)
He brought them both to the ceremony nude, but for their crowns and veils, and collared in the manner of dogs. He led them both down the aisle leashed and on all fours, and when the vows were made he had them both kiss his naked cock, and then kiss each other.
The cathedral was packed with royal subjects. As many of the common folk were allowed in as could be accommodated, so that they could see their hated queen humbled.
Afterwards, the Bandit Lord held a reception for the entire kingdom. A lottery was drawn, with entrants exclusively amongst the poor, and the winners were allowed to participate in a public gang-rape of the Queen.
The first to rape her was her own daughter, Caely, who was compelled to do so by the magic of her curse, but who in any event now actively wanted to obey and please her new husband, who she had come to adore. She eagerly humped her cunt against her mother’s face and slapped at her mother’s tits and pussy in front of a cheering crowd, and an artist was invited to draw the intercourse, so that a statue could be erected in honour of the event at a later date.
From now on the Bandit Lord would occupy what had once been the Queen’s bedroom, and he would share the bed with Princess Caely. The Queen would be kept nude in a dog-cage at the foot of the bed, and if she could not stay quiet as she listened to her new husband fucking her daughter than she would be gagged as well.
And though the Bandit Lord had been – and still was – nothing but a thief and a scoundrel, he ended up becoming the most popular ruler that the kingdom had had in generations.
And the fact that he regularly let the populace gang-rape their former queen certainly contributed to that popularity….
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