The morning after the demeaning and degrading doctor's exam, Neela woke up depressed and gloomy. The way things were going, today was definitely a scary prospect and there were still 5 more days to go!

To add to her humiliation, 2 guards stood next to her bed commenting on her flattened boobs as she slept and how much they would enjoy giving her globes a good squeeze. With red face burning in shame. Neela got up, only to see a bathtub in the far corner filled with the fragrant bath water with Dara in tow.

As instructed, she climbed into the bath and to her shock, it was ice cold!. As her teeth clattered her nipples started to bloom. The guards and their chief were clearly enjoying the show. Neela was too proud to ask for hot water. So she started to bathe.

As she soaped up her rounded boobs she felt some pain and discomfort no doubt due to mauling by the doctor and the stupid fitness tests. Even her thighs were sore and cold water was no relief.

Then as she was about to ask for more water for washing off the soap, Dara got up and suddenly pulled the plug draining all the soapy water in the tub. As Neela screamed in indignation, she became aware that all guards had their eyes glued to her soapy breasts that were rising and falling. Then Dara beckoned and one of the guards walked over and poured several pitchers of water cleaning her up. At last, she could step out of the bath.

She stood spread-eagled to air dry as she was not allowed any towels.

Soon the priest walked in and his eyes went to her cold and engorged nipples and heaving massive breasts. Before Neela could complain about cold water, the Priest turned to Dara, slapped him on the back and complimented him on his fine work on princesses milk factory.

Head hung in shame and giving up any hope of some respite, the princess was escorted to the Royal hall.

As usual, the Priest started his solemn speech, "Childbearing and raising the heir are an important duty of the princes. So today we will test her, train her and guide her in this aspect."

Neela started to feel a familiar fear. She was sure the priest would definitely make sure that even the concept of motherhood is dirtied up.

The priest continued, "For today's intents, Javid will play the role of a toddler in the princess's care. As the space in the Royal chamber is limited, we will permit only 5 people representatives along with courtiers, kings, Chief of Guard and, family."

Soon the hall emptied and the party moved to royal chambers. The first part was a bedroom with a massive bed with chairs arranged around it.

The priest asked her to climb into it. He told, "As a young mother, your day starts with waking up with the baby." The Priest motioned Javid to get in.

Javid was dressed in silky pyjamas and got into the bed right next to her. As she yelped in alarm, the priest lost patience and shouted, "Where else will your toddler sleep?'

She quietly laid back down and turned her head. Even though his eyes were closed, Javid had a dirty grin on his face. It alarmed her and she was about to speak up but suddenly the morning gong sounded and Javid started making fussy noises just like a baby.

The doctor standing next to the priest suggested kindly, "Dear princess, your child is hungry, let it feed."

Then as with rising embarrassment, Neela looked left and right, Javid moved his head and latched on to her left nipple. As he began to gently suck, it grew harder and Neela started to arch her back with the pleasure she couldn't control. But quickly the priest admonished her and asked her to be motherly to the lusty bastard.

Once Javid was done, she got up and woke him up from pretend sleep. While he clung to her, she dragged him to the bath in the corner as suggested by the doctor and started to remove his clothes. For once Javid stood grinning like an idiot - soon Neela knew the reason as his fully aroused penis sprang free from the Pajamas.

Eyes burning with obvious embarrassment, Neela guided Javid into the bath and poured water on him. Then took the baby soap and started to lather him up. The doctor guided her to clean his penis and thankfully Javid did not cum in her soapy hands.

Soon he was dry and into fresh pyjamas. Then Impatient doctor tapped his watch and said, "Time for another feeding."

With obvious glee, Javid latched on to her boobs and sucked for around 20 minutes.

"Now play with him," was the next order. They played hide and seek. No matter where she hid Javid managed to find her pussy or ass or boobs and maul them mercilessly. Then Neela had to feed him lunch and later was asked to read a book and Javid was instructed to sleep in her lap.

Dutifully Javid buried his head in her lap and she started reading. Soon Javid turned his head and started licking her pussy. Unable to take it and ditching her modesty, she complained to the priest. The priest just smiled and said, "That's what small children do. They lick things. Get over it and keep reading."

Silenced and shamed thus, Neela kept reading but soon Javid grew adventurous and started putting his wet tongue inside and teasing her clitoris she was slowly starting to squirm but mercifully Javid soon ended his tongue lashing and abruptly sat up.

"I have to go to the bathroom," were his next words.

Neela stood petrified like a deer in headlight not knowing what to do. But once again Priest scolded her to action.

She took Javid by hand to the chamber pot, opened his front zip, took out his still engorged penis, held it and directed the flow of piss. But it never came. She kept standing there holding his dick for what seemed like an eternity in obvious discomfort.

Then after 15 minutes Javid just grinned and said, "False alarm."

While Neela spluttered in indignation, the audience broke out in rapturous laughter. Neela shoved the dick back in roughly drawing an ouch from Javid. To punish her for this, Javid bit her and pulled at her nipples during the next feeding.

Then mercifully it was time for evening bath and bed.

As Neela kneeled down in front of him rubbing soap on his legs, she heard a sudden murmur and raised her head, a grinning Javid maliciously released a stream of warm piss all over her boobs, she shook with fury, but couldn't do anything.

To add to her insult, the Priest shouted, "You dirty boy, help mummy wash up And ask her sorry."

Before she could react, she stood toe to toe with Javid and he was rubbing baby soap all over her boobs. Then he ventured on to her flat stomach and ultimately his soapy hands stopped at Neela's pussy. Teasing her bud and cupping her as her arousal grew.

As the crowd watched on with lust and jealousy Javid in a swift movement turned her around. Now They stood ass to dick and the audience had a clear view of her soapy breasts, rock hard nipples, and slippery pussy. As Neela was in the throes of pleasure, her eyes were hazy, breathing hard, and red wound of a mouth open in an o.

Now Javid grabbed her by her navel and drew her back so that his dick rubbed on her soapy and slippery ass crack. With the forceful movement, her whole body gave a jerk and her boobs started to bounce around wildly.

To further her humiliation, Javid put a forceful hand on her back and bent her at the waist. The crowd was too excited to even cheer now. They sat in breathless silence and enjoyed the scene in front. Now as she was bent over, her boobs swung from side to side like pendulums and as the crowd was absorbed in following every movement of the breast, nobody was paying attention to Javid.

Instead of moving along her ass crack, Javid's soapy dick kept hitting her asshole with great precision. She was shocked and scared but did not know how to complain about this violation without bursting into flames of shame.

So, as she endured the rigorous boob shaking, she started to pray for Javid to cum before he tore open her asshole. Soon her prayers answered and Javid shuddered behind her as his sperm mixed with soapy water and dripped down her leg. Nobody had noticed this thankfully.

Soon they were out of the bath and dry. Javid obviously drained after rigorous fucking wanted to go to sleep immediately. Once again they slept side to side while Javid spent almost 30 minutes sucking on her nipples. Soon he fell genuinely asleep with mouth wrapped around her breasts and his palm covering her pussy.

After what seemed like an hour, the priest clapped and asked them to end the ceremony.

As Neela stood up shaky and with obvious relief, the priest praised Javid, 'Oh Prince, you have made a wonderful contribution to the kingdom today. When the heir comes he will be grateful to you for your instructional performance."

Javid adopted the suitable expression of modesty and replied, "Anything for the Kingdom my holy priest."

This dialogue was met with thunderous applause. Then Priest turned to the Princess, "Neela, please thank the Prince properly for his service."

Grinding her teeth, Neela walked over to Javid and with hands together at the navel and boobs pressed up together hugged him. Javid patted her playfully on the ass to the crowd's delight.

Finally drained and thoroughly humiliated, the princess was escorted to the sleeping Chamber. Dara who was walking behind her, whispered, " Neela my dear hope your ass is OK and Prince Javid just rubbed against you. If he has violated you and fucked you in the ass you must tell me. I can get you justice."

Neela's face became crimson as the guards also heard this and started to laugh and grope at her ass. Too angry to speak she just kept silent walked to her bed, shut her eyes tightly and tried to ignore the leering guards around her.

After the humiliation of the stupid doctor's exam and degradation by Javid, Neela spent a restless night not daring to think what kind of torment Dara and company might have formed for her. Even in her dazed state, she could overhear her guards commenting on her pussy and ass and her boobs.

Soon the Gong sounded and Dara walked in asking the guards to draw her a bath. A bathtub filled with fragrant herbs and flowers along with soap was arranged and as she stepped into it, Dara stood right in front arms crossed running a lustful eye over her curves. His guards also followed suit.

Soon she started to scrub and Dara started to give instructions. He was polite but unbelievably foul-mouthed to the delight of his companions as he asked her to wash her freshly shaved pussy and bouncy boobs again and again. At last, the ordeal was over and she climbed out and stood self consciously for air drying.

Then the Priest walked in with a delightful expression and hurried them along for a day in the courtyard.

The Royal court was gathered on the gallery and only Dara and his guards were on the ground along with Neela and the priest. The chilly air outside soon tingled her nipples and in no time they were rock hard. And her pussy was slowly starting to get wet.

Today the priest deferred to Dara and let him take the lead.

Dara spoke up, "As the Queen has to lead our army, she has to show stoicism and courage under most difficult circumstances. She might even be captured by the enemy and made to do unspeakable deeds but she must not break. Today we will be training her exactly in this."

Dara continued, "Being female she has many weaknesses today we make her aware of it so that she can be better prepared for the future."

As soon as he said it the crowd roared in approval and Neela resigned to a fate of solid mauling of her ass and boobs.

As a prelude, Dara came over to her and told her a secret. It was nothing political just dirty talk about how he wanted to plunge his dick into her ass. She could never repeat it even if her life depended on it. It was so dirty.

So, first was the battle enactment. But as they could not ride a horse and risk her hymen breaking, they bought in a big rocking horse with soft padded saddle. They were recreating a rescue and soon Dara dragged her onto the horse and she sat in front with her boobs crushed to his chest. While Dara made a pretense of fighting of soldiers, he kept pressing her boobs to her chest.

Then after a quick break, they resumed but this time she sat facing front, her back pressed against his belly. Soon Dara abandoned all pretence, dropped his sword, reached out and started rough handle her boobs. Soon it started to get painful but nobody called a halt. As the horse rocked, he kept tugging her painfully by her breasts.

After 20 minutes of this degradation she was let off, before she could open her mouth to complain, the priest sternly told her that if an enemy kidnapped her, this was how it would be done. Stupefied into silence, Neela kept quiet and stood to wait docilely for her next punishment.

Next was in the pretend court. As Dara acted as the enemy king, Neela was captured and brought in. Soon the pretend king ordered a thorough search and rascal guards took it as a license to run their hands all over and press and tug at her boobs and ass. Some even dared to rub her pussy and cup it suggestively. Neela stood shamefaced through all this.

Next play was at degradation. Dara the pretend enemy said, she was a dog in his stable and asked her to kneel on all fours. With great shame, Neela complied. Her boobs hung and swayed. Her pussy and ass were up in the air. As she moved around, the guards patted her ass and pussy addressing her as if she was a dog.

Suddenly Dara beckoned her, as she crawled on all fours, he dragged her by her hair and asked her to tell the secret and all the degradation would stop. But with tears flowing Neela shook her head and refused. Dara looked satisfied.

As the salivating crowd looked on, Dara announced, "Now you are no longer a bitch but my royal cow."

He beckoned a guard to come and milk her. As she stood on all fours, the guard kneeled next to her and started milking motions by roughly grabbing her nipples, as tears of shame and humiliation ran down Neela's cheeks, the guard was relentless.

Again Dara asked for the secret and once again she refused. With a smirk, Dara rose and asked the guard to stop.

He politely asked Neela to stand up and kneeled in front and praised her strength and resolution and accepted her as queen. Even though his tone was polite, he was staring lustfully at her pussy and abused boobs.

Too mortified to speak, Neela nodded her head.

Neela woke up on day five physically and emotionally exhausted. Mauling by Dara and his guards had left her aching all over.

By the time she was awake, the Priest and the King were already present in her chamber along with Dara. By now, Neela was used to her nudity and being salivated upon and being masturbated to.

Still knowing that the priest and her uncle had stood there for God knows how long salivating over her rising and falling breasts and now bald pussy made her feel totally creeped out. But she could not protest anymore. Not only was she outnumbered but she had lost the will to fight.

The Priest spoke, "Ah princess Neela, glad to see that you are awake. We must hurry because our good friends and allies are awaiting the pleasure of your presence."

"Of course they are," thought Neela savagely worrying about what fresh hell awaited her.

Today apparently there was no bath. Although Neela felt dirty and sweaty, she could gladly live with that instead of another groping by Dara or witnessing the guards' delight at her soapy breasts.

The King and the priest accompanied her to the Royal court and thankfully Dara and his goons were left behind.

In another relief, only five kings waited at the Royal court. No Javid, no Bijan, no courtiers, and no representatives. Neela left out a sharp breath of relief. The day was already looking up.

The Priest spoke, "Princess Neela, after you are Queen, diplomacy will be a huge part of your duties. So, you will spend today by learning the art of diplomacy by your uncle King Mihir. Our Noble allies will assist you."

That sounded fairly simple and harmless but it rarely ever was with the Priest.

Now King Mihir spoke, "Dear princess, I have planned a day of diplomacy where in you will socialize both formally and informally with our allies. And this will begin by the formal welcome."

At these words all five kings stood up. They were already feasting on Neela's bouncing boobs and salivating in anticipation.

The King continued, "First, give them the traditional welcome of our kingdom."

Having never attended any formal dinner or official ceremony, Neela was clueless. Mihir continued, "Just follow my instructions."

Dreading the torment ahead and bracing herself for some surefire groping, Neela walked over to King Mihir and stood.

Mihir got up from his throne and said, "The first thing we do is to give each other a pat down to ensure that neither of us are carrying a weapon. Let me demonstrate."

As Neela stood seething in disgust, King Mihir stood facing her. He put his hands on her shoulders and slid them slowly onto her breasts. He cupped her breasts and lifted them up and caressed them. By this point, his dick was already throbbing and pushing against his trousers.

Then he moved his hands down to her navel and to her crotch. Mihir roughly cupped her pussy and rubbed his hands. Now as there was no pubic hair, Neela felt his touch directly on her vagina and her pussy instantly became wet.

Then the King moved on to her ass and grabbed them and squeezed them. He ran his hands slowly down her inner thighs. Neela struggled to control her Body's response but already her breasts were flushed and her pussy was dripping.

King Mihir announced, "I am delighted by your welcome. Now it is time for you to check me," and stood grinning in lustful anticipation.

Somehow touching him felt more demeaning to Neela than being touched by this dirty old man. She bit her lip and tried to control her revulsion as she nodded her head and started her ordeal.

She ran her hands over King Mihir's chest, and belly. As her hands moved towards his crotch, his dick grew bigger and started to twitch. Neela could even see from the corner of her eyes that some kings were already rubbing their crotches.

By the time Neela's hands reached Mihir's crotch, she could see that his pre cum had created a wet spot on his trousers. She tried to just skip the crotch and move down to his legs. But the Priest barked harshly, "Princess, please be thorough."

Her head bowed in embarassment, Neela put her hands on Mihir's dick. To her disgust, the moment she touched him, a strange expression came on his face he started to cum. Neela gave a yelp and tried to withdraw her hand, but Mihir moved swiftly and held her hand in place with his own hand.

So Neela had to stand holding his dick as Mihir's cum soaked his trousers, seeped through the cloth and wet her fingers. As she stood struggling to control her disgust, Mihir was giving a smile of great satisfaction.

After he was done ejaculating, Mihir released her hand. Neela slid her hand down his trousers along his thighs and finished the blasted exam.

Now it was the turn of the ally Kings and they followed Mihir's lead.

Each of the five kings took great pleasure in squeezing her boobs and cupping her pussy. And copying Amir all five old men ejaculated into her hands.

The Priest and the King stood looking very pleased by her molestation.

King Mihir announced "As per the custom of diplomatic meetings, now for some entertainment. Usually we would have courtesans specially trained in this task for pleasuring the Kings. But, as the presentation is closed for the outside world, we will take turns to entertain each other."

Neela, well aware of that fact that, this so called entertainment was another opportunity to molest and humiliate her shuddered in fear.

"As the host, Neela will be entertained first, Neela, my dear princess, please lie back and enjoy as you are relieved of the tensions of the day."

Neela was more confused than ever, not knowing what she was expected to do.

Mihir gestured to the Priest and he came forward, "You seem so clueless my princess, with our King's permission, I will help you relax. Please lie down on the lounge."

Neela obeyed and laid down on the lounge set next to the throne on Mihir.

The Priest continued, "Now, close your eyes and follow my instructions."

As Neela closed her eyes, she somehow felt more ashamed and humiliated lying down with her perky breasts and shaven pussy on display.

To her shock, the Priest said, "Now run your hands over your breasts and squeeze them."

Although she had rubbed my breasts and pussy many times, Neela had never done it with an audience. So, she was a bit surprised at the intense sensation and the instant oozing wetness in her pussy.

As her nipples got rock hard and she felt the wetness of herpussy, Neela could imagine the voyeuristic pleasures of the lewd old men around her and shuddered in humiliation.

The Priest commanded again, "Now pull your nipples and roll them in your fingers."

Neela pinched her rock hard nipples between the thumb and forefinger and slowly rolled them. She felt a sudden and strong wave of pleasure and involuntarily raised her hips and arched her back. Now her pussy was throbbing and she felt a strong urge to grab it and rub it.

The experienced old Kings and my uncle Mihir understood Neela's arousal too well. She could hear groans and moans all around.

The Priest now talked, "Do you want to touch your pussy my princess?"

Neela gasped and moaned at these words as her pussy juices started to seep out and slide onto her thighs. Neela's hips squirmed and she groaned in frustration.

The Priest said, "Don't mind us princess, entertain yourself. Rub your pussy and finger your pussy."

At these words, Needs lost the thread of sanity and control. She kept kneading her breasts with her left and moved her right hand down to cup her slippery pussy.

The moment Neela touched her swollen pussy lips, she felt the wetness and couldn't control herself. Needs immediately slipped two fingers inside and started to explore her wet, hot core.

Needs had rubbed herself sometimes but had never dared to finger her pussy. Neela's fingers went in smoothly into her slippery pussy and with their movement in and out, she started to pant. She could feel an intense sensation of pleasure all over her pussy and navel and breasts and started to moan loudly and rock her hips in tandem to the thrusts of her fingers.

Soon it felt like her body was on fire and Neela wanted the torment to end but at the same time, she could not take her fingers out or stop squeezing her breasts. Now Neela's moans had almost turned into screams of extreme arousal and pleasure as she felt myself getting lost in the sensations of my body.

When the sensations became too much, Neela couldn't pump her fingers fast enough. She was fingering her pussy roughly and furiously and her other hand pinched the engorged nipples painfully. As pressure started to build in and around her pussy, the juices were oozing more and more and she could feel her body becoming taut.

And suddenly her release crept up on her and Neela climaxed with a loud cry as her body shook violently. It took her another five minutes to calm down and get a rational thought. Her hips were still squirming and her breasts were flushed red and heaving in excitement.

As Needs came back down from my orgasm, she felt like dying in shame when she realized the kind of entertainment she had put on for these lusty old men.

Neela was too ashamed to open her eyes and laid down without moving until she felt a hand on her pussy. She opened her eyes and yelped in alarm as she saw the Priest bend down and cup her wet pussy.

The Priest squeezed her pussy and said, "Good to see you enjoying yourself princess. Now that you have taken your entertainment, it is time for your guests and you must help them."

Needs stood up dreading what lay in store.

First up were the five kings, who had already opened dropped their trousers and stood stroking their erect penises.

Priest directed her, "Stand in front of your Nobel allies and let them enjoy your glorious body flushed with pleasure. Help them find their own entertainment."

Neela meekly went and stood in front of the aroused men, her boobs swaying and pussy leaking.

The Priest said in exasperated tones, "Don't just stand there like a statue princess, play with yourself as a courtesan would."

So, I, the future Queen stood in front of my allies and rubbed my pussy and played with my boobs as five old men masturbated while running their lusty gazes on my aroused body.

As day 6 dawned, Neela sat up in her bed drained and numb. She couldn't even imagine what could be worse and was scared to think what awaited her in the so-called loyalty ceremony. Considering her experience throughout the week, she definitely could not be positive.

By then she was used to the lascivious presence of guards and their open masturbations. As long as they don't touch me she thought and shuddered.

Soon it was 10 am and Dara walked in. Then he barked the guards to set the bath. Soon a fragrant bath infused with herbs was set in the corner of the room and she stepped into it for taking bath.

Behind her she heard Dara comment, "Please wash thoroughly princess today is an important ceremony."

This was followed by guffaws from his rascal guards. Soon she finished her embarrassing bathing careful not to wet her hair and stepped out for air-drying as she was not allowed any clothes.

Soon the Priest came in and after running a lusty eye over her boobs and pussy beckoned her to follow. Then the guards and Dara escorted her to the Royal court.

The priest was glad to see that everyone was assembled. Soon he started speaking to the rapturous crowd.

"As you know today is the loyalty ceremony in which we swear our life and loyalty to our beloved princess. We each will get our turn but before that, there is the question of princesses' bridegroom who will be her consort and rule alongside her."

At this proclamation Neela suddenly became attentive. At last, it looked like all her ordeals were worth it if she could find her soulmate and punish the insolent court for her degradation. Suddenly a wave of hope started to rise.

The Priest continued, "As we all know, our Queen's consort should be willing to accept our rituals and beliefs. So he has to be someone who is from our kingdom or one of our allies."

Right then the familiar feeling of dread started to creep up Neela's spine and chilled her.

The Priest said, "Most importantly he should be willing to perform the act of first penetration right now and leave without asking questions and return for a coronation or willing to forego the right of first penetration and be her husband without asking questions in future."

Now the Priest turned to the King, "Oh King Mihir as her guardian what would you suggest?"

Clearly Neela's uncle was bursting to answer but he paused for a couple of minutes for modesty. Then spoke up rapidly, "I am sure no man can accept a wife without the right of the first penetration but I have a nephew Amir who is willing to take her after loyalty ceremony and give up the right of first penetration."

Suddenly Neela started to shake and her whole body coiled in derision at the idea of marrying this nephew - Amir a 6 foot giant who was hung like a donkey. Rude and uncouth, she had heard from many servants about his habit of exposing himself to the servants and raping them for days at a time.

But Priest and courtiers paid no attention to her. By now they were used to her nudity and discomfort.

Now the Priest was pleased, "I am sure Amir will make a great king and anyway King Mihir and his sons will prove to be ample assistants. Now moving to the loyalty ceremony."

Now all eyes were on Neela and the crowd was smiling in unison. The Priest continued, "The first loyalty would be oath by penetration."

Suddenly there were many sniggers but the Priest silenced them, "Please be serious loyalty ceremony is not a sexual act. It is an age-old and sacred custom. Enjoy it, cherish it but don't make it dirty." Neela snorted at this but her fears returned.

The Priest ordered, "Prepare the princess for the ceremony. As her husband has foregone the right to penetration, I will be performing the ceremony. I invite her dear cousins Bijan and Javid to help the princess as only the family can make one comfortable during these strange rituals."

As he snapped and signalled, Bijan and Javid hurried to the centre of the hall and 4 guards carried a heavy oak table which was waist height. It was carved with dirtiest sex positions imaginable and the princess could not stop the shaking.

Soon the Priest signalled and Bijan and Javid led her to the table, helped her get on top and made her lie down spread-eagled. The priest asked them to adjust her position so that her pussy was at the edge of the table and her legs were dangling.

Now as per Priests direction, Bijan took a handful of oil and smeared it all over her pussy and slipped a couple of fingers inside for good measure. Then Javid the ass man came forward grinning. Neela knew he would do some mischief so she watched apprehensively. He oiled his hand and slipped 2 fingers in her pussy and started push forcefully. His hand movements actually forced her body to rock back and forth making her boobs bounce invitingly. While everyone was ogling her bouncy twins, Javid suddenly slipped his other two fingers into Neela's asshole.

Neela gasped in both pain and shock. Hearing her yelps, the priest came over and asked her what happened but She was too embarrassed to talk about it. Javid removed his fingers with a smirk and moved away after bowing to the Priest.

Now the priest put his hands inside her pussy and gave a satisfied grunt. Then without further words dropped his pants and pulled out the pulsating and engorged phallus.

With a single stroke, he embedded deep into her and tore her hymen. The princess screamed in pain and the Priest withdrew his penis covered in oils and her virgin blood. She was left on the table on for another 10 minutes and her blood pooled below her waist.

Then the priest barked an order and she stood up on shaky legs. Horrified at the sight of her blood and the mess. Suddenly the priest clapped and the whole royal court joined him.

The Priest said, "Even in this day and age I am delighted that you have a true virgin queen. I had thought this would be symbolic but praise the Lord for we have the real thing."

As the crowd continued to applaud, The Priest beckoned Dara and the Chief guard walked in front of the princess with the length of white cotton cloth edged in delicate lace.

The Priest addressed Neela, "Dear princess, your virgin blood is precious. Please mop it up with this sacred cloth and gift it to your husband as he has foregone his right."

Still reeling with shock, Neela took the lacy cloth and bent to mop the blood on the table, on the floor and on her thighs. Then the priest snapped and pointed to his dick. With great shame burning on her face, Neela slowly wiped his dick clean of her blood and oils.

Now the ceremony over, the cloth was taken away. As the priest adjusted his cloth, a sudden excitement seemed to run through the crowd.

The Priest once again started to speak, "Now to the next part of loyalty ceremony. Her people are most important for a Queen so she must pledge her loyalty to her subjects. She will rule them with her 5 senses, so in a symbolic ritual of oath by representation, one of the 200 representatives present here will swear an oath on Princesses eyes, ears, mouth, hands, and heart."

Neela couldn't make the head or tail of it but suddenly the crowd of people representatives started to scream and shout. But the Priest simply raised his hand and silenced them.

Then he said, "Now we will choose the honoured representative by lottery."

Then a gold vessel filled to the brim with chits was brought to the princess, still disoriented, she just picked a chit at random. Then the name on the chit was announced and a merchant of 80 years came forward with a lascivious look on his face.

As directed by the Priest he stood in front of the princess and removed his trousers. He had a short but thick penis that was semi-erect and he was a bit self-conscious.

Now the Priest looked at him sympathetically and said, "Do you need some help?" The merchant nodded vigorously.

Neela was paralysed with fear not knowing what to expect next. Then the Priest beckoned to Bijan who rose with a swagger and walked over and stood behind the petrified princess.

"Now my dear man, you are an esteemed subject, look at your princess and bring forth your loyalty and gift it to her." The Priest said, "and Bijan, please help your cousin."

Suddenly Bijan's hands sneaked to the front and started to pull on Neela's nipples while his crotch ground into her naked ass. He started mauling her boobs and pressing them. The merchant immediately caressed his limp dick and in no time he was masturbating fiercely.

"At least I won't have to touch him," was the one coherent thought on Neela's mind. But as he neared the climax priest made a signal to Bijan and suddenly he forced her on her knees right in front of the merchant's throbbing cock.

Before Neela could protest, the merchant started bathing her face with his sperm - it was on her eyes, in her mouth and ears, making her splutter. Now the Priest angrily told him that he missed hands and heart. With a look of obvious pleasure, the merchant scooped the sperm from her face and dabbed to her hands then took some more and applied to get left breast exploiting the opportunity to press the boob and pinch the nipple painfully.

As Neela stood up with cum soaked face and body she could see many in the crowd openly masturbating and jeering.

Now the priest came forward and spoke, "look at this white cloth my child, if you take it and wipe your face you will acknowledge the loyalty and in turn, promise him and your subjects safety and your silence."

"What option did she have?"

Seething, Neela took the white cloth and cleaned herself rigorously. Soliciting some laughs when she rubbed cum from her boob.

Now the priest asked Neela to hand over the cum soaked kerchief to the merchant, which he accepted with obvious glee.

Dreading, Neela prepared for her next ordeal. The Priest spoke up, "The protection is paramount to the Queen so, her safety has to be ensured by an oath of loyalty by the members of her protection squad. Which they will do with Oath by Donation. They will donate their sperm and symbolically assure their vitality, youth, and even their children to the service of their beloved queen."

At this announcement, Neela was totally dejected and stood rooted to her place. The 10 guards and Dara came forward stood in an orderly line and dropped their trousers. The Priest gave the Princess an earthen pot and instructed her to move to Dara and ask for the loyalty of him and his squad.

Ass soon as she stood in front of them face red, and eyes downcast, pot in hand, the guards started to whip their dicks furiously. Thankfully they did not need any assistance and started to cum soon. As directed by the priest, Neela went to each of them and taking their Penis in hand, directed their jizz into the pot. Many guards took the opportunity to maul her breasts as she stood helpless and humiliated.

Finally, she moved to the top of the line and to her surprise Dara was still stiff and going strong. It had been 15 minutes and the priest was getting impatient. When he urged Dara to hurry, Dara replied with a straight face, "I am sorry holy priest, fortunately I have never had to masturbate and can not cum unless someone is sucking my balls."

At this, a huge gasp went around the hall and everyone started salivating in anticipation. With a roll of his eyes, the Priest said, "Please help the chief guard princess, we have so much to do and the time is running away."

Shocked and reluctant, the princess slowly kneeled at the feet of Dara and started to open her mouth, suddenly Dara stopped her with a gesture and said, "Please lick them first for some moisture."

Humiliated beyond belief, the princess slowly opened her mouth and started licking his hairy black balls. They tasted terrible and rotten but she could not help it. Soon Dara gestured and she took the entire sack into her mouth and slowly started sucking, as disgusting as it was Neela could still feel moisture trickling from her pussy and was more embarrassed. Thankfully soon Dara came and with a great sense of relief, she collected his jizz which the priest sealed and handed over to Dara for safekeeping.

Next was the turn of courtiers.

The Priest beckoned 10 courtiers, "You have proven to be loyal to the throne of our kingdom no matter who sits on it. Please prove your ritual loyalty for the princess as dictated by the custom with the oral oath."

At this order, the courtier's started to move towards the princess.

The Priest addressed the princess, "My beloved princess, please stand with your legs shoulder-width apart. Let your courtiers prove they are willing to abide by your order whether it is holy of holy or deliberate evil."

Confused more than ever Neela stood wide-legged as instructed. Her pussy as asshole was admired by the crowd with loud whistles.

As she stood courtiers moved one by one and kneeling behind spread her ass cheeks and licked her asshole. As disgusting the act was she still felt a strange thrill all over her body. Then quickly each of them kneeled in front and licked her pussy.

All of them took the opportunity to press her ass and move their tongues inside her pussy within this short time.

The Priest spoke up, "Now to the final loyalty ceremony, Oath by progeny. This oath will be given by all those who have a legitimate right to the throne, they will give their sperm today and the child born in 9 months could be from loins of any one of them. So not knowing, none would attack the princess's progeny and would support the child as and when needed."

At this proclamation, Neela realized she was about to be fucked by all the people left and tears started rolling down. The priest, angry, turned and chided her sternly, "Can't you see this is for the safety of you and your child, they will never challenge your right to rule after this and you should be thanking your stars."

At this Neela quietened and mutely accepted her fate and stood shamefaced.

When the priest clapped, the guards bought down a plush bed and placed it at the centre of the room. Then priest spoke, "King Mihir is making a great sacrifice by giving up his crown so the first right to progeny will be given to him."

At this word, King Mihir eagerly climbed down and walked to the centre. Immediately got naked and grabbed her pussy while kissing her roughly on her lips. And started pinching her nipple with the other hand. Soon in spite of her efforts to control, Neela's body betrayed her and she was dripping wet. The king asked her to lie down and entered forcefully and kept rocking front and back for about 5 minutes. Soon the old man was done and withdrew with obvious delight.

As soon as the priest announced his name Bijan rushed over, he was already throbbing aroused and ready to climax. He pushed into the slippery pussy and within a couple of strokes spilt his seed.

Soon it was Javid's turn. He took his time and leisurely sauntered over. This was tolerated as he was known degenerate and his kinks were indulged by one and all thanks to his dashing looks and charm. Instead of whipping out his dick, Javid kneeled between her legs and started to lick her pussy which was overflowing with cum and gently bite her vagina lips and clitoris.

Neela was shocked as she slowly felt her own climax building. Till now she had felt only shame And pain. Suddenly it became so pleasurable. All tension drained and she started moaning and slowly rubbing her breasts. The whole crowd gasped at her wanton reaction and started to murmur.

Just when she was on the brink and panting desperately, Javid abruptly stood up and pulled out his dick. Instead of entering her, he laid down next to her and made her sit on top and take him. Too aroused and desperate for a Cumming, Neela sat on top of his cock and started to bounce up and down. Javid just laid there enjoying the view of her bouncing breasts and occasionally holding her waist. Soon she couldn't hold any longer and came violently and slumped on top of Javid forgetting how despicable he was in her moment of pleasure.

But Javid was not done. He had not yet had his climax, he just rolled her under and started to rock front and back in a rough manner. Soon he spilt his seed and before moving away kissed her nipples and sauntered back to his seat.

The crowd surprised into silence suddenly gave an appreciative roar. Neela shut her eyes tight and just lay there like a statue.

Now was the turn of 5 kings - thankfully they came within 2 minutes each spent more time sucking on her boobs.

At last, Neela stood up with great effort and was too ashamed to look anyone in the face. The Priest obviously happy boomed, "Now go to the Kings and your cousins, touch their life-giving organ and say, Thank you for your seed, may we have a strong and healthy son, and may you always protect him."

With growing shame, Neela moved to King Mihir, held his penis in hand and repeated the words. The king, in turn, pressed her pussy and nodded his head. She did the same with 5 neighbouring kings. Then she held Bijan's penis and to her disgust, it started throbbing right in her hand. Soon she moved to Javid and held his penis. Javid then put a single finger inside her pussy and tugged on her clitoris making her wobble on the legs.

Soon enough the princes moved back to the centre of the hall.

The priest was pleased as a punch. He called Dara and told him, "Dear Dara you have sworn fealty to the princess and now you and your guards are her trusted protectors. So please assist the doctor in preparing her for her wedding, wedding night, and coronation ceremony."

Now quickly the princess was ushered out by the guards and the doctor led the way. Neela was used to the groping by the guards by now and was thinking about what was the preparation going to be. She had no doubt it would be a terrible ordeal.

As soon as she reached her room, the doctor opened his bag and took out pipes and some bottles. And announced, "We will begin with an enema."

As she was reeling in shock, the guards directed by Dara came over and lifted her and made her lie down spread-eagled on the hard bed. Immediately, the doctor put a tube up her ass and pumped it full of liquid. Soon she was feeling unbelievably uncomfortable and needed to go to the toilet. Instead of letting her up, the doctor just signed and one of the guards carried a chamber pot. Soon she was emptying her bowels into it and crying with shame.

The doctor and guards paid zero attention and repeated this until the water ran clean.

Soon she was exhausted and slept while guards kept a watch on her naked body.

It was day 7 and after the sleepless night, Neela was awake and was feeling upbeat at the prospect of wearing some clothes after what seemed like a lifetime. Even the second round of enema could not dampen her spirits.

She even looked over benevolently and played with her soapy boobs and pussy as the guards stood around her bath masturbating. Her ordeal would be over. And she was quite sure, she could easily control a simpleton like Amir with sex and rule her birthright.

The first disappointment of the day occurred when Dara walked in but without clothes. When she asked, he simply said only Amir could give her clothes as per the custom.

To make matters worse, he was accompanied by the court doctor. The doctor simply asked her to bend over the table and then asked Dara for some oil. as she turned her head in alarm, the doctor took out a gigantic jewelled butt plug, soaked it in oil and roughly inserted it into her ass.

Neela screamed in pain as tears ran down her eyes. He took another jewelled plug and inserted into her pussy. Now she was properly sealed. The doctor sighed with satisfaction as his duty was over.

Neela was furious beyond belief but as soon as she stood up, the plugs rubbed inside and sent a wave of pleasure. She couldn't help but moan as the guards looked on. Dara was particularly delighted by her expression and mockingly commented, "Save something for the royal court princess, the king and courtiers await your pleasure."

Neela blushed at the double entendre but soon hurried along trying to get the day over as soon as possible. With each step, she was feeling intense waves of pleasure and struggled to keep her moans down. Her nipples hardened in no time and her breasts started to heave. All the guards noticed this and openly pointed at pussy juices flowing.

Soon they entered the court, but today the throne was empty and King Mihir stood with an obedient expression near the throne with the Priest.

The Priest was delighted by her appearance and beckoned her to come quickly as they had too many things to do - it was a busy day.

Soon the Priest started speaking to the crowd, "It has been eventful seven days and we are at the end of the presentation. The princess has proved her worth to us and we have sworn our loyalty to her. Now the time has come for Princess Neela to embrace us as our mother and accept us as her children and ascend the throne."

At this announcement, loud cheers went up. Neela had no idea what was about to take place but was glad at last she would get her throne.

The Priest beckoned her to go and sit on the throne. She wanted to close her legs and cover her pussy, but the base of the plugs pinched and forced her to keep her legs apart. As soon as the crowd glimpsed the plugs a roar of approval and applause went around.

The Priest smirked with great satisfaction and continued, "As the ultimate symbolic act of accepting this duty of motherhood, now our beloved princess will offer her breasts to the court, please maintain silence this is a solemn occasion and come in an orderly fashion. First King Mihir."

As Neela sat and trembled with shock, King Mihir moved too quickly for his age and before she could even say anything knelt in front of her and suckled her left breast while mailing her right breast. After 5 min or so, the Priest shouted, "My king pay equal attention to both breasts." At this encouragement, wasting no time Mihir shifted his attentions.

Soon the ordeal was over but before she could draw a breath, twins Bijan and Javid approached from left and right. They grabbed her at the waist at the same time and started sucking in her boobs. Javid especially kept biting and tugging. Although she yelped in pain, her body was aroused and pussy juices flowed like a flood.

Next, the 5 old Kings came and suckled literally like babies. Courtiers were more rough pressing their face into her cleavage and nipping her. Then came the endless line of her loyal subjects. The representatives even copped a feel of her pussy and pressed her globes every which way possible.

Then came her rascal guards led by Dara. Dara just bent and started licking and biting all over her bouncy globes. Although the crowd noticed it, they were too aroused to call a halt. The priest was once again conveniently deep in discussion with the King.

Dara then lifted her boobs with his hands and pressed them roughly while sucking on her nipples. This forceful action combined with the rubbing of the plugs created a forceful climax and Neela moaned loudly.

Suddenly the priest looked up and said, "It is so easy to make the princess cum, Amir is a lucky man. The room exploded in laughter. The guards followed Dara and sucked to their heart's content."

At last, it was over and the priest beckoned Dara forward, "Now that the rituals are over, the princess has to be prepared for the coronation. Please draw a perfumed bath and get her ready."

Once again to Neela's dismay, the bath was right at the end of the hall. The priest impatiently beckoned Bijan and Javid to assist her with the bath.

As they escorted her with obvious glee Neela braced herself for last of the embarrassment.

Soon Bijan and Javid stripped naked and stood with jutting erections in order to assist her with the bath. First Javid got in and the priest instructed her to sit on his lap. As expected Javid positioned his dick between her thighs as she sat on his lap face to face. Soon Bijan slid behind her and just sat at the other end of the tub happy to watch her torment.

The tub was only half full so as Javid started to rub herbs and flowers on her boobs the whole court could see her nipples getting erect and breasts heaving. Javid took his own sweet time cleaning her boobs and navel and then asked her to stand up. As she stood up mortified, Bijan started rubbing soap on her ass and pussy. It was Javid's turn to watch.

Soon the twins started to drench her with a water pipe and made sure that all the soap studs were gone.

After seven long days, the priest walked up to them with the red ceremonial towel. Javid took it with delight and dried her thoroughly enjoying the last chance to maul her pussy, ass and boobs. But as soon as she was dry she was asked to walk to the throne naked.

Understanding her powers, Neela was suddenly feeling confident and no longer self-conscious about her nudity. She had a great body after all

But before she sat on the throne, the Priest asked her to take the vow of secrecy and seal the records of the presentation ceremony. Without doing that she could not ascend at the same time she was foregoing any opportunity of punishing the bastards who had tormented and exploited her for 7 days. But having no option, with a sigh of regret, she took a vow of silence and sat on the throne.

Soon the priest bought the family tiara and put it on her head ceremoniously while the whole court stood up reverentially and clapped. It was a strange sight, diamond tiara, rock hard nipples, heaving breasts, and leaking pussy made a strange vision.

Now Neela expected to get her clothes but the Priest was preoccupied. Before she could say anything, the massive doors of the royal court opened and Amir, her fiance walked in accompanied by his manservant carrying a parcel.

Although her whole being revolted at the concept of marrying Amir, Neela was glad at the prospect of wearing clothes again.

Amir walked forward lasciviously eyeing her naked form and soon stood in front of her. King Mihir made the formal introduction and as per custom Amir kneeled in front of her and a wide smile broke on his face seeing the plugs in her holes. Already his penis was stirring. Neela was terrified now as many servants had told her how big and how rough Amir was.

Although shuddering, she looked towards the priest for further instruction. The priest asked Amir to present his fiance with the choice of his clothing. As Amir picked up the dress, Neela was dismayed again to see a white transparent shift dress and no underclothes.

Soon the priest asked her to kneel on the stool and eased the Lacy garment over her head. Smoothed it over her boobs and ass. The dress was not only transparent but formfitting. Her ass was clearly outlined, her boobs and nipples jutted proudly and as she wore no underwear her crotch developed an embarrassing wet spot.

The priest asked Amir to kneel next to her and swiftly performed the marriage ceremony. Then it was time for gifts. She gifted Amir the white cloth soaked up in her virgin blood. He crushed it to his face in obvious delight and thanked her with a moronic grin.

Soon everyone stood up and congratulated each other on the successful ceremony. Now the people representatives we're led out and only the King, Neela's cousins, priest, courtiers, and the allies remained.

They were given celebratory wine to drink and soon the party was moved to the bridal chamber. Even though she had been raped in public, Neela didn't know what to expect on her wedding night.