Conquered Queen
Susan struggled against the two Calormenes that held her. The Tisroc sat on his throne, considering the young woman that had cost him his son, the Prince Rabadash. His face tightened into a cruel grimace as he motioned the guards away. They left, dragging the queen of what was once Narnia with them.
The Tisroc scowled. The bitch would pay for his son's life.
* * * *
Susan was dragged into a beautiful room. It was well-lit and furnished with rich decorations. Surely not a place for a defeated foe.
Then, she saw them. Two stone posts stood in the center of the room, chains dangling from them. The guards forced the gentle queen toward the restraints, although she tried her hardest to break free.
Her captors fitted the chains, which were gold-plated and velvet-lined, onto her wrists. Then, they moved to the small wheels on the posts and spun them. The chains tightened, stretching Susan's arms out between the posts. The chains didn't hurt her wrists, but they successfully held her still.
Her guards left the room. The trapped queen quickly abandoned her escape attempts as futile.
Behind her, a door opened. Susan tried to see who had entered, but the angle was wrong. Footsteps sounded, announcing the intruder's approach, and Susan felt a hand on the loose robe she had been forced to wear. It was torn from her body, revealing her pale beauty.
The person moved in front of her. It was a young man, quite handsome for a Calormene. His dark eyes examined her body, taking in every detail.
Her waist-length raven hair contrasted sharply with her alabaster skin. Her breasts were large and firm.
He moved behind her again, and she yelped as he touched her thighs. It was then that she noticed the Tisroc. He must have entered the room at some point, but she hadn't seen him. He stood before her, a mocking smile on his lips.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"To produce an heir to replace the one that you killed."
Before Susan could start to think about this, she felt something. The man behind her positioned his erection at her entrance. She gasped as she realized the implications.
The Tisroc chuckled. "You will produce an heir, my queen. You will produce, if it takes years."
Susan screamed as she lost her virginity to the nameless man. He took her from behind, mercilessly pounding into her.
* * * *
The girl hung from her chains -- the only support she'd had in weeks. Every day men fucked her, all rough, with no consideration for the defeated queen.
She watched with weary eyes as a man, that devil the Tisroc, entered.
He smiled his cruel smile, gloating in her polluted state.
"I've brought you something to ease your burden, my queen. I've brought another heir-producer."
He motioned, and a guard entered, carrying a young girl. Susan's heart broke. It was Lucy.
A/N: So… what'd you think? Reviews of all types are welcomed!