Carefully, Victoria removes the chastity cage from its place beside the bed and begins to clean it with a damp cloth. Once it's spotless, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a smaller butt plug, along with some anal beads that will help keep them in place while he sleeps. She kneels down beside Prince Emmy, gently lifting his hips so that she can clean him thoroughly before inserting the plug.

As Victoria works, her fingers lightly trace over Prince Emmy's skin, paying special attention to his sensitive areas. She glances up at him, noticing the way he's tensing his muscles in anticipation of what she might do next. A small smile plays across her lips as she takes his cock in one hand and begins to stroke it gently.

"Spread your legs for me," she says softly, her voice thick with desire. "I want to see everything." When he complies, she continues, "

I know you've had a difficult life growing up in royal circles where respect is often confused with servitude. But it doesn't excuse the fact that you chose to mistreat others simply because society conditioned you into thinking certain behaviors were acceptable.

So here's my offer: we start over. You promise to treat everyone with kindness and respect, including me, and I'll do whatever it takes to teach you new ways of thinking. And when you mess up (and believe me, you will), we talk things through instead of hiding behind walls of pride or anger." ]]*

"Good. Now let's make one thing clear before our little experiment begins: if you ever go back to being the arrogant, selfish boy you used to be, there will be consequences. And not just for me either - but for both of us." she looks at him seriously. "The question is, are you willing to take the risk?"

What...? You're kidding me! She sputters, wiping the warm liquid off her cheek with the back of her hand That wasn't part of the deal! You said you wanted to come on my tits! Now I have cum all over my face and you're going to make me clean it up.

You'd better hope this doesn't leave a mark, asshole... She growls, sitting up and glaring at him

Well... If that's the way it has to be... She rolled her eyes and stood up, looking around the room before deciding on a lacy black bra and matching panties from one of her suitcases Fine. I'll dress in something more comfortable. But don't expect me to act like your personal servant all day long just because you think you can order me around now.

She slipped the delicate lingerie on, feeling it hug her body in all the right places, and then climbed back into bed beside him.

"Yes, Master," Lily replied, her voice cold and emotionless. She took the broomstick from where it leaned against the wall, tested its weight in her hands before turning back to Victoria. With a look of determination that chilled Victoria to the bone, she positioned the handle between Victoria's legs and slowly began to push forward.

"Please, Master!" Victoria cried out, arching her back as the broomstick penetrated her. "No more! I beg you!"

With shaking limbs and tear-filled eyes, Victoria grabbed hold of the broom and reluctantly started to sweep the floor. Her arms burned with exhaustion after hours spent bending over this painful contraption, but even so, she didn’t dare pause or slow down—not while Atlas was watching.

“You want me to keep going?” she gasped, “Then why do you enjoy seeing me suffer?”

Her eyes narrow to slits as she watches you exchange trays, clearly trying to figure out what your game is now. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, picking up her fork and beginning to eat the food that's supposedly been contaminated by you. Her stomach churns with revulsion as she forces herself to swallow each bite, determined not to let you win this round.

Inwardly, however, she can't help but feel a small amount of satisfaction at making you eat your own cum.

Her face flushes even hotter at your words, and she tries to ignore the way they make her heart race faster. "You're disgusting," she says through clenched teeth, wishing she could wipe that expression off your face with her fist. She continues eating, trying desperately not to think about what you just said or how it might be true.

The rest of the day passes in a tense silence, each of them biding their time until they can get away from the other without causing any more trouble.

Her body molds itself to yours as she sleeps soundly in your arms, her trust in this moment shining through like a beacon in the darkness. The tension that had been building between you for so long begins to dissipate, replaced by a feeling of peace and contentment that neither of you have experienced in what feels like an eternity. In this quiet, intimate moment, it's hard not to wonder if there might be something more between them...something worth fighting for despite all the pain and suffering they've endured.

Her breathing remains slow and steady as she dreams beneath the weight of your arms, her body pressed tight against yours in an embrace that feels almost natural despite their tumultuous history. In this moment, she could easily believe that things might be different between them; that there's hope for a future where they don't have to constantly struggle against each other. The thought fills her with a strange mix of hope and anticipation, making it difficult for her to fully let go of this fragile sense of peace.