SSBBW, Immobility, Force-feeding, ~XWG - the sadistic ruling family of an ancient pagan people uses its absolute power on an innocent
"Remind her," said the Ammonite prince, "that her one purpose in life is for the pleasure of my desires. And that she has one goal in life, and that is to please me. In exchange for her acquiescence to my wishes, she will live a great life, and be at my side the envy of all among the realm. In case she may forget, do my bidding now and give her a sufficient tug on the nose."
Pouruchista hesitated, put off by the prince's sexual power play.
"Now!!" he demanded severely, nearly standing up out of his chair.
Pouruchista looked into Rachael's eyes, and yanked on the chain attached to her septum hard enough that she yelped as an animal yelps, and tears came involuntarily from her eyes.
"Now bring her to the other head of the table. And as my budding new queen, she shall have her first choice upon all of the morsels delivered to this palace. Ask her if she is clear to understand me. Have her respond to me directly."
Pouruchista translated for Rachael, speaking to her the words of the king, and telling her also her sorrow at having to treat her as she did, but that she would be as kind as she could.
Rachael responded to the prince in a language he did not know, and Pouruchista translated it at the end of the sentence. "I am to be treated to my choice of the finest foods. I am to eat?"
"She is to eat not only the best of the food, but she is to eat as I command. And I trust you to make sure of it."
Pouruchista began to translate when the prince cut her off. "You will tell her later! And you will teach her to speak our language but only of food, of the body, and none other."
The prince shouted to the cooks, "Bring the first appetizers! I will feed them to her myself."
"You must eat as he commands, friend," Pouruchista spoke, as the first dish arrived. Composed of ground lamb meatballs, wrapped in sauteed grape leaves, it was placed on the table by a servant as the prince arrived to her end of the 10 cubit table. Pouruchista, standing behind Rachael's chair and somewhat to the left, held the nosechain gently to the side of her face along her ear, as her predecessor had trained her to do. This was done so there would be no chain hanging over the lower half of her face, where the princess was to be fed.
Sitting in the chair next to her right arm, the prince poked the first fork into the first lamb-stuffed grapeleaf, and began to put it to Rachael's lips. At the last moment, Rachael resisted and closed her lips tightly. The prince, dismayed, but unshaken, signaled to Pouruchista and to the two strong eunuchs in the chairs to her left. She had hardly made note of them until this moment.
As if rehearsed, the two eunuchs stood to either side of her, as Pouruchista pulled the chain upward between Rachael's eyes and over her brow, tugging the tip of her nose. At the same time, the eunuchs held her firmly by the shoulders and clasped the sides of her jaw to pull her mouth open. The prince returned and picked up the fork and lamb again, looking Rachael squarely in the eyes as he spoke, each sentence repeated in the Philistine language by Pouruchista,
"Your resistance is most unbecoming."
"You will open your mouth and eat as I please."
"Your slender body is an insult to the word 'Queen,' which you one day may be."
"The curves growing upon your body will be a testament to my love."
"You shall never know a lack of food, or of any pleasure I may provide."
"You only must accept that your life and your body are mine."
"Or they are forfeit."
"Am I clear?"
On the prince's command, the guards let go of her jaw so she could speak, though also on the prince's command Pouruchista continued to hold up the tip of her nose with the chain so Rachael could only see the prince's face out of the lowermost portion of her eyes, just above her cheeks. Pouruchista translated the captive's reply, "Seeing no choice, I am yours as you command."
"Then I command you to offer your life and your body of your own free will," the prince mocked.
For Rachael's sake, Pouruchista dropped the initial sarcastic phrase of the princess' response,
"Very well" from her translation. "I offer you my life and my body of my own free will."
"Then we shall eat!" He said, this time placing the forkful of lamb on her tongue with no resistance. He then motioned for Pouruchista to lower the chain and allow Rachael's nose to come to rest.
"And as we cannot have our princess bearing the name from a subdued inferior tribe, going forward, her name shall be Banuhururish. Banuhururish, my future queen who shines like the sun!"
Using the other two forks at the side of the plate, he fed the other two grapeleaf-wrapped lamb morsels between her lips and onto her tongue, all the while his gaze intent upon the spirit in her eyes. She had desire to spit him in the face, not only for his treatment of her, but for his father's brutal enslavement of her people. But she knew the price would be too high--the forfeit of which he had spoken.
Upon the plate's completion, the prince smiled, kissed her forehead, and departed. As he was leaving through the curtain at the edge of the room, he called back, "I will have you in my chambers this morning at sunrise."
Loyal Royalty
by Fa_foo
by Fa_foo
"Remind her," said the Ammonite prince, "that her one purpose in life is for the pleasure of my desires. And that she has one goal in life, and that is to please me. In exchange for her acquiescence to my wishes, she will live a great life, and be at my side the envy of all among the realm. In case she may forget, do my bidding now and give her a sufficient tug on the nose."
Pouruchista hesitated, put off by the prince's sexual power play.
"Now!!" he demanded severely, nearly standing up out of his chair.
Pouruchista looked into Rachael's eyes, and yanked on the chain attached to her septum hard enough that she yelped as an animal yelps, and tears came involuntarily from her eyes.
"Now bring her to the other head of the table. And as my budding new queen, she shall have her first choice upon all of the morsels delivered to this palace. Ask her if she is clear to understand me. Have her respond to me directly."
Pouruchista translated for Rachael, speaking to her the words of the king, and telling her also her sorrow at having to treat her as she did, but that she would be as kind as she could.
Rachael responded to the prince in a language he did not know, and Pouruchista translated it at the end of the sentence. "I am to be treated to my choice of the finest foods. I am to eat?"
"She is to eat not only the best of the food, but she is to eat as I command. And I trust you to make sure of it."
Pouruchista began to translate when the prince cut her off. "You will tell her later! And you will teach her to speak our language but only of food, of the body, and none other."
The prince shouted to the cooks, "Bring the first appetizers! I will feed them to her myself."
"You must eat as he commands, friend," Pouruchista spoke, as the first dish arrived. Composed of ground lamb meatballs, wrapped in sauteed grape leaves, it was placed on the table by a servant as the prince arrived to her end of the 10 cubit table. Pouruchista, standing behind Rachael's chair and somewhat to the left, held the nosechain gently to the side of her face along her ear, as her predecessor had trained her to do. This was done so there would be no chain hanging over the lower half of her face, where the princess was to be fed.
Sitting in the chair next to her right arm, the prince poked the first fork into the first lamb-stuffed grapeleaf, and began to put it to Rachael's lips. At the last moment, Rachael resisted and closed her lips tightly. The prince, dismayed, but unshaken, signaled to Pouruchista and to the two strong eunuchs in the chairs to her left. She had hardly made note of them until this moment.
As if rehearsed, the two eunuchs stood to either side of her, as Pouruchista pulled the chain upward between Rachael's eyes and over her brow, tugging the tip of her nose. At the same time, the eunuchs held her firmly by the shoulders and clasped the sides of her jaw to pull her mouth open. The prince returned and picked up the fork and lamb again, looking Rachael squarely in the eyes as he spoke, each sentence repeated in the Philistine language by Pouruchista,
"Your resistance is most unbecoming."
"You will open your mouth and eat as I please."
"Your slender body is an insult to the word 'Queen,' which you one day may be."
"The curves growing upon your body will be a testament to my love."
"You shall never know a lack of food, or of any pleasure I may provide."
"You only must accept that your life and your body are mine."
"Or they are forfeit."
"Am I clear?"
On the prince's command, the guards let go of her jaw so she could speak, though also on the prince's command Pouruchista continued to hold up the tip of her nose with the chain so Rachael could only see the prince's face out of the lowermost portion of her eyes, just above her cheeks. Pouruchista translated the captive's reply, "Seeing no choice, I am yours as you command."
"Then I command you to offer your life and your body of your own free will," the prince mocked.
For Rachael's sake, Pouruchista dropped the initial sarcastic phrase of the princess' response,
"Very well" from her translation. "I offer you my life and my body of my own free will."
"Then we shall eat!" He said, this time placing the forkful of lamb on her tongue with no resistance. He then motioned for Pouruchista to lower the chain and allow Rachael's nose to come to rest.
"And as we cannot have our princess bearing the name from a subdued inferior tribe, going forward, her name shall be Banuhururish. Banuhururish, my future queen who shines like the sun!"
Using the other two forks at the side of the plate, he fed the other two grapeleaf-wrapped lamb morsels between her lips and onto her tongue, all the while his gaze intent upon the spirit in her eyes. She had desire to spit him in the face, not only for his treatment of her, but for his father's brutal enslavement of her people. But she knew the price would be too high--the forfeit of which he had spoken.
Upon the plate's completion, the prince smiled, kissed her forehead, and departed. As he was leaving through the curtain at the edge of the room, he called back, "I will have you in my chambers this morning at sunrise."
