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Princess Xiaoli’s honored King Mother was a very lucky woman. Out of her ten children, two of them were betas and seven were alphas. Five of those were even alpha women!
Unfortunately, one child was an omega. Xiaoli.
Xiaoli’s omega mother had been banished for the offense of the unlucky birth, given as a gift to an ally that the King didn’t like much. But as Xiaoli was kin, she could not be banished, and so she was raised as a princess of the kingdom.
King Mother was a very lucky woman, which was why when the castle was overtaken, she and all nine of Xiaoli’s siblings escaped to an ally’s kingdom.
Princess Xiaoli was unlucky since birth, which was why she was left in the omega wing, unaware that anything was amiss until she was woken by strangers in her room, shouting at her.
She hadn’t known there was discontent. She hadn’t known anything. She spent her days learning how to be a slave concubine, an expensive gift to solidify an alliance or reward an especially favored noble.
But apparently, King Mother had become something of a warlord, razing smaller kingdoms, terrorizing peasants with outrageous taxes and executions for the smallest slights, and double crossing her allies. Eventually, a kingdom to the northeast had had enough, banded together with the refugees of the captured kingdoms and sympathetic nobles in King Mother’s own court, and usurped the throne.
King Mother’s omega harem had been left behind as well, and they were treated kindly. They were given as rewards to loyal and high ranking members of the army and important allies, or so Xiaoli heard from her guards’ gossip.
Guards because, as the only remaining member of the royal family left on the kingdom’s soil, she had been captured and imprisoned.
As the royal princess, Xiaoli had never been subjected to conditions like this. She was slapped around, made to serve her guards orally, and fed once a day. Her fine dresses had been taken, leaving her in nothing but her chastity belt and a heavy metal collar. It was freezing in the dungeon, and she didn’t have so much as a blanket.
But all of this, all of it was nothing compared to her terror when she learned what was to be done with her.
Princess Xiaoli needed to pay for her family’s sins. Princess Xiaoli was to be publicly executed in three days’ time.
The guards delighted in Xiaoli’s terror. They spun gruesome tales of how it might be done, how much it would hurt. They laughed when Xiaoli cried.
On the day of Xiaoli’s execution, they dragged her out of the dungeon by a chain attached to her collar, making the rough edges chafe her neck. Xiaoli’s legs could barely hold her up. When they left the castle- a place she had never left in her life- a gathered crowd began to throw things at her. Rotten food, rocks, and whatever else they had on hand. Xiaoli’s legs did go out, then, and she sobbed hysterically.
“What,” the guard holding her leash said, “you expect me to carry you, Princess? Not used to having to do any work? Want me to do even more work for your shitty, evil family? Stand up or be dragged, bitch.”
And so Xiaoli tried her best to walk, and when she couldn’t walk, she crawled.
It wasn’t long before they arrived in a clearing. In the center, there was a stockade, and Xiaoli knew it was for her. She screamed and pissed herself.
“Disgusting,” another guard jeered. “Now you see you’re just like us, don’t you, Princess?”
“Please, please, please,” Xiaoli babbled. “It’ll be good, so good, it’ll be so good, please have mercy, it can’t, it can’t, please-“
Despite Xiaoli’s hysterics, she was easily locked into the stockade. It closed around her head and arms with a resounding clunk, and she began to thrash wildly, making desperate, animal sounds.
“This is where you’ll die,” the guard that had locked her in informed her. “Want to know how?”
Xiaoli hyperventilated.
“The King Aitana of course, will have first dibs on those virgin holes of yours. She’ll beat you, whip you…”
King Aitana was the second prince of the invading nation, the leader of the army, and was the one who had taken the throne from King Mother.
“Then, when she’s had her fill, she’ll let the people have their turn. I wonder how many you’ll be able to take before you’re fucked to death? Maybe you’ll live for days.”
“Please, mercy, mercy-“ Xiaoli gasped.
The crowd began to cheer, and Xiaoli saw a procession approaching. She tried to scramble away, lost her footing, choked herself, and finally managed to stand again.
“Her Majesty, King Aitana!” someone announced. A powerful-looking alpha swept off her horse, and the crowd went wild. She was a very handsome alpha, but Xiaoli wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to focus on that right then.
She looked at Xiaoli with an expression of utter hatred, and Xiaoli cowered.
“So you’re Princess Xiaoli,” King Aitana spat. “Do you know what your family did to my baby sister?”
Xiaoli keened.
“When she visited, on your mother’s request, your mother decided that we hadn’t given her enough gifts,” King Aitana continued. “Nevermind that she brought two full chests of spices and jewels. And since she was a beta, your mother decided that she was unimportant enough to execute.”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Xiaoli blubbered.
“Sorry doesn’t bring her back,” King Aitana hissed. “And since your mother and siblings fled like cowards, you’re the one who needs to take their punishment.”
The crowd cheered.
“I’m going to claim you, and you’re going to bear the first heir of the new kingdom.”
The cheering petered out.
“What?” Xiaoli breathed.
“Your Majesty,” one of the King’s entourage said, “the fallen princess’ fate is to die.”
“Nonsense,” King Aitana said. “And waste a perfectly good omega womb? Besides, what’s more humiliating, what is a better punishment, than being forced to carry your own downfall’s child? Her suffering shouldn’t end this easily. She should be forced to make up for her family’s crimes!”
The crowd cheered, easily swayed by King Aitana’s confident voice.
“Oh,” Xiaoli gasped, “bless you, thank you, thank you, your Majesty, oh, to show mercy to a worm like this one-“
“Your Majesty is right as always,” the person said. “Provided, of course, she conceives. If she doesn’t, then there is no point in keeping her alive. If she doesn’t provide you a child within one year, the marriage is void, as is tradition, and we will return to the original plan of execution.”
“That isn’t a tradition I’m aware of,” King Aitana said tightly.
“You’re not in your homeland anymore, Your Majesty,” said the person. “You need to adapt to the laws of your new people and prove yourself a better ruler than your predecessor.”
“Fine,” King Aitana snapped. “I’ll claim the bitch now. Remove her chastity belt.”
The guards must have found the keys to Xiaoli’s belt somewhere, as there was a jangle of metal and then the belt was tugged away.
It was cold. Xiaoli wasn’t used to her cocklet or pussy being on display like this, totally vulnerable and exposed, but she didn’t care. She was going to be allowed to live.
“Please, please, this abject one begs you to claim it,” Xiaoli sobbed. “God of mercy- God of kindness- thank you, thank you-“
The King walked behind Xiaoli. All was silent for a few moments, and Xiaoli felt rising horror the longer it went on- did her holes not please her? Had she changed her mind?
But blessedly, a moment later, King Aitana shoved her cock inside of Xiaoli’s pussy.
It hurt. Xiaoli’s pussy was dry, and she was a virgin, and King Aitana’s cock felt big enough to split her in two. None of that mattered. None of that mattered, because King Aitana was saving her.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Xiaoli babbled.
“Thank you, who?” King Aitana grunted.
“Thank you, Your Majesty!”
King Aitana reached around and slapped Xiaoli’s breast, making her squeal. “Wrong! Try again, whore!”
“Thank you, Master!” Xiaoli gasped. “Master, Master, Master-“
It wasn’t like Xiaoli had imagined, had yearned for her whole life. She’d never have the loving, gentle master of her fantasies. But she had a master. She had her life. That was enough.
“Beg for it,” King Aitana- Master- ordered. “Beg for me to impregnate you.”
“Please, Master!” Xiaoli obeyed. “Please, please give this worthless one your baby! Please give it your honored come, fill its womb, claim it deeper than anything else can, make it yours, please!”
“Beg for your punishment.”
“Please punish it, Master, please, humiliate it, make it suffer, show everyone what happens when anyone dares to defy you, we just become vessels for your holy will, our bodies are no longer our own, we only exist to serve you, this one only lives to glorify the one who has enslaved it! Thank you, Master, thank you, thank you, it hurts so badly, you’re so big inside of this one, punishing its pussy as it deserves! Please grant this one its life, please grant it a purpose in your new world!”
King Aitana came with a shout, and Xiaoli screamed as her knot expanded and hot come battered her insides. It hurt, and Xiaoli was small and abject and speared.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master, may your powerful and virile come dominate this one’s worthless womb, thank you, may it give you your first heir, Master, thank you, thank you, it submits, it rejoices in your kind subjugation!”
“Shut up,” King Aitana said. “I claim the former princess Xiaoli as my slave-bride! The former royal family is now conquered!”
The crowd cheered. Xiaoli sobbed with gratitude, which made the crowd cheer louder.
When Master’s knot went down, she pulled out of Xiaoli’s wrecked hole and replaced her chastity belt. It wasn’t bejeweled or made of gold the way her original had been. It was strictly functional, made for a disgraced slave.
Then, finally, blessedly, the stockade opened.
It was real. Xiaoli was really going to live. She wailed with joy, snot pouring out of her nose, and the crowd laughed at her.
Master brought her back to the castle. She carried her to a room.
When Master set her on the ground, Xiaoli shot forward to pepper her feet with kisses.
“Thank you, thank you, bless you, so good to your slave, so good to me, so nice-“
Master stepped back abruptly.
“Don’t mistake me sparing you for favor, slut,” she snarled. “I couldn’t let them murder an omega in such a barbaric fashion because I was raised right. Unlike your mother, I have mercy on those less powerful than me. But it doesn’t make me weak, and it doesn’t mean I like you. You have your life, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to get to continue the lifestyle you’re accustomed to. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Xiaoli whimpered, flattening herself into penitence. “It’s sorry, Master, it shouldn’t have presumed.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Master said. “This is your room. You will not leave it without my direct supervision. If I hear word of you trying to escape, I can promise you that you won’t like what’ll happen next.”
“It would never, Master!” Xiaoli gasped. “Please, Master, it’ll be a good girl-“
“Save it,” Master ordered. “I will come once a day to breed you until it takes. Staff will come throughout the day to bring you your meals, clean the room, and give you baths. You will be on your best behavior for them. If they so much as hear an unpleasant word from you, they can call the guards that are posted outside, and you will be restrained until I arrive to decide on an appropriate consequence. Understand?
“Yes, Master,” Xiaoli said. “It understands.”
“Good. I don’t want to hear a word of complaint from you either, bitch. You’ll take what you’re given, and you’ll be grateful for it.”
“Yes, Master. This one is so grateful, truly-”
“A bath will arrive momentarily,” Master said. “Provided you behave, I will see you tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master. It thanks you with all its heart, Master…”
Master left without saying a word. When Xiaoli heard the door close, she sat up to look around.
It was nicer than any place she had ever stayed in! There was a real bed with a thick red comforter and a carved wooden frame with a canopy of red velvet hanging over it all. There was a bookshelf filled with books. There was a desk with paper and writing supplies. There was an easel with canvases and brushes and paints. To the right of the room, there was a large washroom with a massive copper tub and a vanity with all sorts of makeup and lotions. There were rugs on the floor and paintings on the walls.
And best of all there was a window- barred, of course, but when Xiaoli hesitantly tried the glass, it swung open, and she could feel the breeze through the iron bars, see the lush gardens outside. A spray of a few droplets landed on her face with an especially hard gust. It would rain soon.
Xiaoli had grown up in one room. She had only left it a few times. It had been windowless, with a small futon in the corner, her makeup, a mirror, and punishment implements hanging on the walls. Omega tutors brought her materials for lessons, but they took them away as soon as the lessons were through.
Xiaoli knew she was a spoiled princess, but she had always been so incredibly bored. She had hoped that her fellow omegas in her future spouse’s harem would make her feel less lonely. But she had never imagined luxury like this! Especially not as an enemy to the kingdom! She had expected to go back to the dungeon!
If this was how a disgraced, disfavored omega was treated, not a wife but a breeding slave, the lowliest slave in the household…
Xiaoli’s heart fluttered. Truly, her master was the kindest person on earth!
If it hadn’t been for the fact that she knew how much her master hated her, Xiaoli would have been perfectly happy.
Servants came in without knocking, and Xiaoli squeaked and hurried to throw herself to the floor in penitence. She had been beneath them before, but now she was worth no more than the dust under their shoes, and she needed to make sure they knew she understood her place.
“Omega-bitch, come here,” one called. Xiaoli scrambled forward, and she was pulled up and roughly helped into the tub.
The water was cold, of course. Xiaoli had only ever been given a hot bath on her birthday, and she certainly wouldn’t have that privilege anymore. But it felt heavenly to have days worth of grim and fear-sweat scrubbed roughly off of her, and her mess of hair oiled and untangled.
The King was so kind, to offer this incredible gift of being clean to her worthless breeding slave.
Xiaoli fervently thanked the servants who cleaned her, and was slapped for speaking out of turn, but fortunately none of them took enough offense to inform the guards and Xiaoli’s master of her mistake.
By the time they left, dinner had been delivered. It was the typical meal of castle omegas- a small bowl of porridge, a small bowl of broth, a small plate of mixed vegetables, and a glass of milk. Xiaoli devoured it, suddenly realizing how ravenous she was. When she finished, she placed it on the small table by the door meant for trays, brushed her teeth, and relieved herself.
She had never been so tired in all her life, not even the time when one of her tutors had made her do jumping jacks all day after asking for more food, or the time she was made to hold a stress position all day for falling asleep during a lesson, or the day she was given the worst and longest punishment she’d ever had for trying to touch herself.
She wanted to sink into the bed, but it was surely only for Master’s comfort when breeding her. Instead, she curled up on the plush rug and waited to fall asleep.
Instead, she started bawling.
She didn’t know why. Everything was so much better now! If she conceived, she’d be allowed to live, and she was in the nicest room ever! But she couldn’t stop herself. She cried and cried, until she finally cried herself to sleep.