The silence that followed my father's entrance was broken by my grandfather Valthor's low, cruel laugh. Kael—my father, the man who had once been the crown prince—was kneeling in the center of the dining hall, completely naked, his 11 cm cock semi-hard swinging between his legs, the black plug tail moving with every breath. His body was marked by years of use: whip scars on his back, fresh bruises on his buttocks, his asshole slightly open and glistening.
Valthor tugged my leash gently and pulled me closer to him.
"Allen," he said in a calm but authoritative voice, "it's time for you to promote your fiancée. Stand up and tell all these men why Aiz is the perfect whore for the Asura Sect. Speak clearly. I want every disciple and every elder to know exactly what they are going to do with her."
I stood up trembling, the feminine pink lingerie rubbing against my small, hard cock. All eyes were on me. I swallowed hard and began, my voice hoarse but obedient.
"Aiz… my fiancée… is the most beautiful and obedient whore that exists. Her body is made to be used: firm, round tits that bounce when she's fucked, a big, soft ass that opens like a flower when asked, a tight pussy that drips at the first insult. She's an expert at sucking cocks, she can swallow two at once without gagging, she licks asses like it's her favorite meal and begs to be pissed in her mouth because she knows that's what she deserves. Any disciple who wants her can fuck her whenever he wants, in any hole, in front of me. They should use her every day, wreck her ass, fill her womb until it drips, mark her face with cum and force her to walk the hallways with giant plugs so everyone can see how much of a whore the future queen is."
The disciples roared in approval. Aiz, still on all fours, looked at me with eyes shining with pride and excitement.
The Grand Master smiled and stood up. He grabbed my mother's leash and lifted Lilia as if she weighed nothing. The queen stood naked, trembling, her body covered in remnants of food, honey, and dried cum.
"Now… dance," the Grand Master ordered. "Lilia, Aiz, and Kael. All three of you. Dance for us. In the most humiliating way possible. I want to see the queen, the fiancée, and the former prince turned into dancing whores. If I don't like it… I'll whip you until you bleed."
Valthor tugged our leashes and forced me to sit on the floor, on our knees, to watch.
The dance began.
First the three of them positioned themselves in the center of the hall, under the red torchlight. Kael, my father, moved first. He dropped to his knees and started twerking like a cheap whore, shaking his ass hard, making the black plug tail wag obscenely. Every movement made his 11 cm cock slap against his thighs. He slapped his own buttocks hard, leaving red marks, and moaned:
"I am the fallen king… look how my whore ass dances…"
Lilia, the platinum-haired queen, was forced to imitate him. She knelt beside her husband, arching her back exaggeratedly, pushing her ass up and moving it in slow, provocative circles.
Her large tits hung and swung heavily, slapping against each other. The Grand Master shouted at her to spread her legs wider. Lilia obeyed, spreading her thighs until they almost split, showing her swollen, dripping pussy. She started doing figure-eight circles with her ass, making the honey and cum still inside her leak down her thighs. Every time she lowered her ass she slapped her buttocks hard, screaming:
"I am Queen Lilia… the noblest whore of all… watch how I dance so you can fuck me…!"
Aiz joined the dance with sick enthusiasm. She positioned herself between the two, also on her knees, and started twerking faster and more vulgarly. Her perfect ass bounced hard, her buttocks clapping together with wet sounds. She leaned forward until her forehead touched the floor, spreading her ass with both hands to show her asshole and pussy to everyone present. Then she stood up and did bitch-in-heat movements: she shook her hips as if she were being fucked in the air, stuck out her tongue and panted, slapped her own tits until they turned red.
The three of them began to synchronize.
They lined up, ass to ass, and started twerking in unison, moving their buttocks in perfect waves. The sound of flesh slapping filled the hall. Then they changed: Lilia and Aiz faced each other, tits against tits, and started grinding while moving their asses backward, as if they were being fucked by invisible cocks. Kael positioned himself behind them and buried his face between their asses, licking his wife's asshole and his future daughter-in-law's alternately while still moving his own ass.
The dance became even more degrading. The Grand Master shouted an order and the three lay on their backs, legs spread to the maximum, and started "fucking the air": they lifted their hips and lowered them as if riding invisible cocks, moaning and begging.
"Fuck me harder!" Lilia screamed, her voice broken. "I'm the queen but I only want cocks!"
"Use my fiancée pussy!" Aiz moaned, shoving two fingers into her pussy and fucking herself while shaking her ass.
"Look how the cuckold prince dances!" Kael shouted, jerking himself with one hand while still moving his hips.
The dance lasted more than forty minutes.
They changed positions again and again: on their knees with tongues out like dogs, crawling in a circle while shaking their asses, standing up and doing standing twerk with hands behind their necks, grinding against each other like animals in heat. At one point Lilia and Aiz kissed deeply while Kael licked their pussies from below. At another, the three lined up single file and started whipping their own asses with their leashes while still dancing.
While all this happened, I remained on my knees beside Valthor, speaking nonstop, exactly as I had been ordered.
"My mother is the best choice to be used as a whore because… because she is a fallen queen… her mature and noble body is made to be destroyed… look at her large tits, perfect for being whipped and fucked… her wide, soft ass that opens so easily… she is arrogant, and that's why it's more delicious to break her… she should be fucked every day by dozens of men, forced to walk with cum dripping down her legs, used as a public urinal… she is the perfect whore because she was once untouchable and now she only wants cocks…"
Then I moved on to Aiz, my voice becoming more broken.
"My fiancée is so beautiful… look at her angelic face that looks like a princess but only wants to be destroyed… her young and firm body, tits that bounce perfectly when she's fucked from behind… her pink, tight pussy that drips at the first insult… the disciples should gang-fuck her every day, make her swallow twenty cocks in a row, piss in her mouth while they fuck her ass, mark her face with cum until you can't see her skin, force her to lick the floor after every orgy… she is so beautiful she deserves to be the most used whore in the Sect…"
My small cock throbbed inside the pink lingerie. Every word that came out of my mouth brought me closer to the edge. Seeing my mother, my fiancée, and my father dancing so humiliatingly, moaning, begging, grinding like animals… was too much.
Suddenly, without anyone touching me, my cock gave a pathetic spasm and I came inside the panties. Weak, hot spurts soaked the pink fabric. I moaned softly, trembling all over, my eyes fixed on the dance.
An elder woman from the Sect—a woman about sixty years old, thin but with cruel eyes and a sadistic smile—approached from behind. She grabbed my leash and pulled.
"Come, little cuckold prince," she whispered. "Your grandfather says you've seen enough for today. I'll take you to your room. The whores stay here."
She lifted me like a doll and dragged me out of the hall by the leash. As we left, I heard the screams and blows beginning inside.
"Harder, queen whore!"
"Open that noble ass wider!"
"Lick the floor while we fuck you, shitty fiancée!"
The sounds of brutal slaps, face-slapping, bodies colliding, and muffled moans followed me down the hallway. I clearly heard them whipping Lilia with something heavy—perhaps a belt—how Aiz screamed in pleasure and pain while they slapped her tits, how my father begged to be used harder.
The elder woman took me to a small, dark room, pushed me inside, and locked the door.
"Sleep, little dog," she said through the door. "Tomorrow will be worse."
I was left alone in the darkness, still wearing the pink lingerie soaked with my own cum, listening to the distant screams and blows of my mother and my fiancée being destroyed by the entire Sect.