Enslaving Princess Abigail – Volume 2

Story by BlueBlueBlue

Hello! I’m trying to write this story a bit different from the first one, which was the first story I had ever written (I hope my writing has improved). I wanted to give this a little more plot and still have tons of sex. I also wanted to make it where reading my first story wasn’t a prerequisite for understanding or enjoying this one. I don’t know if I succeeded in that department though.

General Content: Futa/Futa, Futa/Female, Reluctance, Rape, Romance, Consensual, Domination, Submission, Penetration (of all sorts), Excessive Cum, Dual Cocks, Foot Fetish, and more!

Also, thanks to anyone who commented on my first story. It really helps me stay focused knowing people are enjoying my work.

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Abigail tossed and turned in her plush bed, clutching silky lavender sheets, and wishing someone was there next to her. She had been trying to sleep for five restless hours. Cries of pleasure from down the hall echoed her former master’s chamber, now the room Abigail claimed for herself. Ordinarily, Abigail would find this soothing, but tonight continued what had become an unwelcomed trend. It was Cassandra, who once again opted to spend the night with her slaves, her male slaves. Abigail felt slighted and even worse she found herself jealous, a trait the entitled princess thought most unseemly. Abigail was tempted to discard of Cassandra’s playthings, but she couldn’t bring herself to deny her love something she enjoyed so very much.

As the morning light crept through cracks in the rocky walls of Abigail’s bedchamber she decided to start her day, there were new guests to attend too. Kicking the silky sheets off of her nude, tone body she rolled out of bed and moved to her mahogany bureau. Opening the top drawer revealed a pallet of silver jewelry, a spoil of her past conquest. The Princess had taken to wearing Naomi’s jewelry, all but her diamond pendant necklace which Abigail gave to Cassandra.

Abigail then slid into a black satin, pink lace corset. It accentuated her near flawless body, and raised her massive breasts to legendary proportions. Next she applied her strawberry scented lotion, from her bare shoulders down to the soles of her feet, giving each of her cocks a generous coating along the way, which hung out of an opening in the crotch of the corset. The lotion made her body shimmer, and she knew Cassandra loved the smell. She pulled her snow-white hair away from her face into a loose ponytail. Finally, she snatched up a few strands of rope and exited her chambers.

Several days ago Abigail had captured two more slaves, a rich human couple in their late twenties. A petite woman who Abigail thought had the most gorgeous brown eyes she’d ever witnessed, and her boyfriend who the princess cared little about. However, Abigail did find the best way to control prospective slaves was by using someone they cared for against them. Unlike her former master, Abigail preferred to break her slaves through psychological manipulation, instead of brute force. Since their capture the couple received no food, water, or contact with anyone, not even each other. Abigail wanted her slaves’ weak and desperate, feeling that it made them far more amenable to her will.

The female captives name was Rebecca, two years Abigail’s senior, an independent, willful girl, but a bit uptight. As a business owner she was used to being in control and influencing her surrounding, not the other way around. She was huddled in the corner of her cold cell with a black cloth hood pulled over her head, and sewn around the neck, loose enough to breath, yet too tight to remove with only her hands. Aside from the occasional scream, she set in dead silence. Confused, famished, and above all else terrified. Suddenly, a key began turning in her cell door. She cringed, having convinced herself she was the prisoner of some crazed serial killer.

“Standup sweetheart.” Abigail walked over to her new slave, pulling her off the ground from under the arms. “I need you to stay still for me while I tie your arms together.”

Rebecca was trembling. She expected a more abrasive welcome, but the eerie calmness of her abductor frightened her even more. Yieldi

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