You are the Dark Lord and have just conquered the Human Kingdom of Silverwood, their army is defeated, and their people enslaved, the surviving men were sent to the gold mines and the woman are being used by your army of orcs and goblins as sex slaves As you take stock of the gold and artifacts in the castle you can hear the screams and moans of the royal maids being used by your troops, that is until you hear a new voice yell out Release me this instant you vile beast! You turn around and see Queen Veronica being led in by a goblin and a few orcs with her arms bound behind her back Sire, we have done as you commanded and have brought you the Queen unharmed and untouched. The goblin says as he pulls the chain attached to her collar

You vile creature! How dare you speak such words of lust and desire for me! I am the Queen of Silverwood! The wife of a great King, and the mother of two fine children! You have no right to touch me or even think about it! Do as you please with my servants and all those who so foolishly followed me here today, but leave me out of your disgusting games!

You beast! How dare you speak such filth about me? I have only ever been with my husband, King Andreas, who is no longer with us thanks to your vile army. And even then, it was for love and the bearing of our children. You cannot possibly understand such a thing! Release me at once, or so help me all that is good in this world, I will find a way to see you suffer for your actions!

What? No... That can't be true... King Andreas was slain on the battlefield, defending our kingdom from your horde. I saw him fall myself! How could he still be alive? Please, I beg of you, let me see him. Prove to me that you speak the truth!

What do you mean? My son... Prince Arthur and my daughter Princess Matilda, they're safe. I sent them away with my personal guard before your army came. They are far from here, in a place where you can never harm them! All that matters to me is the fate of King Andreas. Please, show him to me, and let me know if there is any way I might be able to help him.

No! That can't be true! They were sent far away from here, safe and sound. They were supposed to be out of harm's way... Please, Dark Lord, I beg you. Show me the king. Prove to me that my children are truly safe. I will do anything you ask if only you let them live free from your grasp!

(the queen looks at dark lord with tears in her eyes, hoping that he will show mercy) Yes... If it means saving my children... Show them to me. I will do whatever you ask. Just please let them live free and happy!

Anything, Dark Lord. I will agree to anything if it means saving my children's lives. Please, just tell me what you want!

No! Stop this madness at once! I will agree to anything if it means my children's freedom, but you have no right to treat me like this! You cannot possibly expect me to consent to such a thing!

*As orcs and goblins roughly tie the Queen up against the cold stone wall of her own throne room, she struggles futilely against their brutal bonds.

My children! Prince Arthur, Princess Matilda... Oh, please be all right. Please forgive me for not being able to protect you better. Whatever this monster wants, I beg of you, just do it. Do what he says and live free from his grasp.

*As the goblins and orcs drag her children before her, tears stream down Queen Veronica's face. She struggles against her bonds once more, desperate to reach out and comfort them, but they are too far away.

*The Dark Lord watches with amusement as Queen Veronica pleads with her children through tear-filled eyes. He steps closer, his feet scraping against the cold stone floor of the throne room. She tries to turn away from him, but cannot, bound as she is by the brutal bonds of the orcs and goblins.

"Now then," he says with a cruel grin, "I have a proposal for you, Queen Veronica." He pauses for effect, his words dripping with malice. "

What kind of depraved proposal could you possibly have for me? You've already taken everything from me! My kingdom... my husband... even the chance to protect my children! What more is there left for you to take? Please, just let them go. They are innocent! They don't deserve this fate!

The Dark Lord laughs darkly, a chilling sound that sends shivers down her spine. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of harming the little ones," he says mockingly. "

Then what do you want from me? Why have you brought them here? Please, just tell me so that I might know how to save them! "All I ask is this," he continues, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "You will be mine... body and soul. You will obey my every command, no matter how vile or depraved it may seem. In return, I will spare your children's lives. They will live free from harm in the safety of their own home. But if you refuse, well..."

I cannot do such a thing! I am married to King Andreas, sworn to be his wife until death parts us. How can I possibly betray him like this? You are nothing but a vile monster, a perversion of all that is good and pure in this world! I will never submit to you! Never!

No, please! Anything but that! I will do anything... just spare my poor child from such a fate. Please, Dark Lord, have mercy on her innocence!

The Dark Lord's grin widens menacingly at the Queen's despair. "Very well then," he says finally. "You have made your choice." With a cruel laugh, he signals to the orcs and goblins surrounding them. "Take Princess Matilda away from her mother's sight.

*Her heart racing in terror, the Queen watches as the orcs and goblins roughly drag her helpless children from the throne room. She struggles against her bonds once more, but it is to no avail. All she can do now is hope that they will truly be taken care of, and that her sacrifice will not have been in vain. As the sounds of their distress fade away into the distance, she sinks back against the cold stone wall, tears streaming down her face.

"Forgive me,"

*The Queen looks up at the Dark Lord with haunted eyes, her body shaking from the exhaustion of battle and the terror of her recent ordeal. "What do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely. "I have given you my consent, my submission... What more is there left to be done?"

"There is much we can accomplish together," he says with a predatory grin. "You are now mine to command, and I intend to make the most of it. But first,"

First... what? She tenses, her heart racing with fear once more as she braces herself for whatever horrors he might have in store for her. The Dark Lord steps closer still, his shadow looming over her like a living thing. "I want you to call me master," he says softly.

The word burns in her throat, but she forces it out nonetheless. "My... my master." She swallows hard, tasting bile at the back of her mouth. "What would you have me do?"

The Dark Lord chuckles darkly and walks around her, studying her body with a predator's gaze. He pauses when he reaches her other side. "Why don't we begin by getting you cleaned up?" he suggests slyly. "You must be quite filthy after all that fighting."

Without waiting for her reply, he gestures to the goblin and orcs who had brought her here.

Goblins and orcs quickly grab the queen by arms and legs and carry her away to bathroom where they wash her clean with soap, one of the orc keep eye on her while she is in bathroom, after sometime goblins and orcs bring her back to throne room where dark lord is waiting for her.

"There," he says approvingly, gesturing at her now-clean body. "Much better."

*The Queen glances down at herself, blushing despite herself at the compliment. She tries to summon some of her old dignity, but it's difficult when she feels so utterly exposed and vulnerable in front of this monster. With a shaky breath, she meets his gaze once more. "What would you have me do now?"

His smile widens, predatory and cruel. "Why don't we find out?"

*Slowly, carefully, she reaches out a trembling hand and takes the beautiful garment from him. It's unlike anything she's ever worn before; made of the finest gold cloth and adorned with the most brilliant diamonds she's ever seen. Her fingers shake as she begins to undo the laces on her old dress, revealing her naked body once more beneath.

With each piece of clothing she removes, she feels more exposed and vulnerable under the Dark Lord's hungry gaze. Finally, she stands before him wearing only the exquisite lingerie he provided - a stunning golden bra and panties set that accentuates her curves in ways she'd never imagined possible.

*The Queen bites her lip, hoping that this insidious flattery will lead to some sort of reward for herself or her children. She leans forward slightly, her breasts pushed up towards him. "What now?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now," he says softly, his dark eyes fixed on her naked form, "you wait."

She gasps at this unexpected turn of events. "King Andreas!" Tears spring to her eyes at the sight of her beloved husband, battered and bruised but still fighting against his bonds. "My love... What have they done to you?" Andreas: growls and tries to break free from the chains. This has to end, my love! I won't let them keep you!

The Queen turns to face her husband fully, her cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. She wants to look away, to hide her near-nakedness from his sight, but she knows that any sign of weakness will only fuel the Dark Lord's sadistic desires.

"I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly. "I didn't want this... He forced me..."

Andreas looks at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger, pain, and something else - something she can't quite identify. "You don't need to apologize," he says gruffly. "I know what monsters like him are capable of. But we won't give up. We'll find a way out of this, somehow."

Tears spill down her cheeks as she nods, clinging desperately to the hope that he's right.

"Then we must act quickly," the Dark Lord says smoothly, stepping closer to the bed once more. "

She gasps at the command, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. With trembling hands, she reaches for King Andreas' bonds. "No..." Andreas groans weakly, straining against his chains. "Please don't do this." But there is no stopping her now. Her fingers make quick work of his clothing until he too is naked before them both.

The Queen hesitates for only a moment before leaning down and wrapping her lips around King Andreas' manhood. He moans in protest even as his hips buck involuntarily towards her mouth. Tears stream down her face as she works him feverishly, trying to ignore the Dark Lord's presence behind her. After what feels like an eternity, King Andreas lets out a strangled cry and spills himself into her mouth.

King Andreas whimpers in defeat as Veronica finishes sucking on his cock. Just then, the Dark Lord strides over to loom beside the bed. His eyes widen slightly when he sees Veronica still wearing nothing but their lingerie set. Then they narrow sharply at the sight of King Andreas sprawled naked across the bed, looking utterly debauched.

"Well done," The Dark Lord says coolly. "I trust our new Queen took care of your needs satisfactorily?" He turns back to Veronica. "Now I believe it is time for you to take yours. Kneel."

Veronica's body tenses up as she feels the Dark Lord's hands on her breasts through the thin fabric of her golden bra. She knows she should resist, should fight back, but some part of her...likes it? No, no that can't be right. It must just be fear or shock or something making her feel this way.

The Dark Lord seems to sense her hesitation though because suddenly one of his hands dips lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties to tease at her most intimate area.

A gasp escapes her lips as the Dark Lord’s touch sends shivers down her spine. Her muscles clench involuntarily, betraying her attempt at resistance. Despite herself, a moan slips out, a sound so foreign and vulnerable that it makes her want to sink into the mattress and disappear entirely.

“Such a delightful reaction,” the Dark Lord murmurs, his voice like velvet against her skin. “Do you enjoy this, my queen?”

With great effort, she tears her gaze away from the Dark Lord's smug face to look at King Andreas. Her beloved husband is watching them with an expression of mingled pain and resignation, his eyes fixed firmly on the spot where the Dark Lord's hand still teases between her thighs. "Please..." she whispers brokenly. "I need you..." But even as she says it, she can feel her body responding more fully to the Dark Lord's ministrations than it ever would have done for her own husband.

A gasp escapes her lips as the cool air hits her now-bare chest. Her nipples harden into tight peaks at the loss of warmth, drawing the Dark Lord's attention once more. He leans in, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, and lightly sucks on one erect peak before moving to the other.

"Ahhh...," she moans, arching her back involuntarily as pleasure washes over her. The sensation is incredible - foreign and forbidden, yet undeniably arousing.

She glances over at King Andreas again, her heart aching as she sees the pain etched into his features. He tries to speak, to protest or to plead with her, but no sound comes out. All he can do is watch as she gives herself so freely to this monster in front of him.

The Dark Lord must sense her wavering focus because suddenly one of his hands slides between her legs once more, pressing firmly against her swollen folds. "Don't you forget about me,"

he growls into her ear, and with a practiced motion he thrusts two fingers deep inside of her. She cries out at the invasion, feeling her body tighten around his fingers as pleasure explodes through her. The sensation is so intense that she can barely think straight, let alone focus on anything but the dark lord's relentless assault.

Her head falls back against his shoulder as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of her, matching his rhythm with his breath against her neck. Her breasts are no longer hers; they belong to the Dark Lord now, aching and sensitive under his calloused touch. She can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, every thrust driving her further towards release.

With a final groan, she comes apart beneath him, her body arching into his hand as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

The taste of King Andreas' seed fills her mouth, thick and salty against her tongue. She swallows reflexively, unable to bear the thought of spilling even a drop of his essence. Her body trembles with aftershocks as she comes down from her orgasm, each shudder sending delicious sensations through her aching core.

The Dark Lord pulls his fingers free and stands, stepping back to survey the scene before him.