"Go ahead, Allen," said Valthor in a low and dangerous voice. "Show your future father-in-law exactly what kind of prince is going to marry his daughter."
I swallowed hard. My hands were shaking. I slowly knelt in front of the Duke, right in the center of the red carpet.
"Duke Wallenstein…" I began, my voice broken with shame. "I already told you before that I am a cuckold faggot… but I want you to see it with your own eyes."
I clumsily removed my cape. Then my shirt. The pants. I was left only in the feminine pink lingerie that Aiz had forced me to wear that morning: tiny lace panties that barely contained my small, hard 6 cm cock, and a ridiculous push-up bra that squeezed my flat chest. The fabric was stained with the dried remains of my own cum from the night before.
The Duke's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he said nothing. He simply watched.
"This… this is what I am," I continued, my voice trembling. "I wear whore's lingerie under my prince's clothes. I like being humiliated. I like them using my fiancée. And I want you to know that… when Aiz marries me… you can use her whenever you want. Because she is no longer yours. She is our whore."
I turned toward Aiz. My voice came out almost in a whisper:
"Aiz… please… kneel in front of your father. Take off your dress. Show him what you are."
Aiz smiled with that wicked smile that turned me on so much. She slowly knelt in front of her own father, never breaking eye contact with him. She untied the laces of the red dress with deliberate slowness. The fabric fell to the floor like a cascade of blood. She was left completely naked except for a pair of thin golden sandals. Her firm tits, narrow waist, perfectly shaved pussy, and round ass were exposed in front of the man who had raised her.
"Father…" she said in a sweet, broken voice. "I am a slut. I have fucked guards, disciples, Allen's grandfather… and I love it. I want you to use me too while I'm here preparing the wedding. I want you to treat me like the whore I am."
Duke Wallenstein stared at his naked daughter for long seconds. Then he let out a low, dark laugh.
"Well… I never imagined my daughter would become this. But if that's what the prince wants… so be it."
He stood up and walked over to Aiz. He lifted her chin with two fingers and looked into her eyes.
"You will stay in the duchy while we prepare the wedding. My servants will take you to my personal chamber right now. There I will treat you as you deserve."
He made a signal. Four strong servants entered and took Aiz by the arms. She didn't resist. As they led her out of the hall completely naked, she looked over her shoulder at me and blew me a kiss.
"Enjoy the trip, my little cuck. I'll be waiting for you open and wet for the wedding."
The Duke turned toward us.
"You may leave. The wedding will take place in three weeks. I… will personally make sure my daughter is well 'prepared'."
Valthor bowed his head with feigned respect.
"Thank you, Duke. My grandson and I will return to the imperial castle immediately."
We left the hall. The carriage was already waiting in the courtyard. We got in. Valthor closed the curtain and the carriage began to move.
For the first few minutes he said nothing. He just looked at me. Then he spoke:
"Take off your clothes again, faggot. I want you to travel naked except for that ridiculous pink lingerie."
I obeyed. I sat in front of him wearing only the soaked pink panties and the bra squeezing my chest.
"Now recite," Valthor ordered. "Tell me everything you want. Everything you need to feel alive. And do it in detail."
I took a deep breath. The words came out on their own, as if I had been holding them in my entire life:
"I want to be humiliated every day, grandfather… I want them to slap my face until it bleeds while they fuck my ass… I want them to force me to lick the cum from my mother and my wife after other men fill them… I want them to parade me on a leash through the castle like a dog while everyone laughs at me… I want them to force me to confess in front of nobles and servants that I am a useless cuckold… I want them to use me as a urinal… I want them to make me suck cocks in front of my future wife while she laughs… I want them to wreck my ass until I can't sit down… I want to be just a hole for others to cum inside…"
My small cock throbbed inside the panties. Valthor smiled.
"Good. Now tell me how you want your wedding night. In full detail."
I closed my eyes. The fantasy hit me like a whip.
"I want… on our wedding night… for Aiz to be dressed in white like a pure bride… but underneath she is completely naked and wearing plugs in her ass and pussy… I want them to force me to kneel in front of all the guests and lick her pussy while the Duke and his guards fuck her one after another… I want them to make me hold her tits while they penetrate her… I want after everyone has cum inside her, to force me to clean her pussy and ass with my tongue in front of the entire kingdom… I want them to then tie me to the bridal bed and let all the guests fuck my ass while Aiz kisses me and tells me how useless I am… I want to cum just from that… without anyone touching my cock…"
I couldn't finish. My small cock gave a violent spasm inside the pink panties and I came. Weak, hot spurts soaked the fabric. I moaned pathetically, trembling all over, while Valthor watched me with contempt and satisfaction.
"Pathetic," he said. "You cum just from imagining it."
Then he opened the carriage window and called to the driver.
"Stop the carriage. The prince needs his ass used for the rest of the trip. You and the four escort guards. Take turns. No mercy."
The carriage stopped in the middle of the forest.
Valthor looked at me.
"Get out. Get on all fours on the road. And don't cum until I allow it."
I got out naked except for the pink lingerie. I got on all fours on the dirt road. The driver—a burly man about forty years old—was first. He pulled my panties down to my knees and shoved his thick cock inside me without lube. I screamed. The pain and pleasure of the anal penalty tore through me.
One by one, the four guards fucked my ass while the carriage waited. Valthor watched from the window, smoking calmly.
"This is only the beginning of the return trip, grandson," he said while they fucked me mercilessly. "When we get back to the castle… the Saint and your sister will be waiting for you."