Hans leaned back, musing to himself.

His life was complicated indeed. Sure, he had two of the most beautiful women in the palm of his hand, but really, was that enough? Maybe one more...

He looked over the paper again. Where on earth had the proof of his doings existed? Some... woman, proclaiming herself 'Mother Gothel' wanted to drop her daughter off for 'education'.

There was a knock at the door.

"Hi," Said Anna, poking her head in, "Is this a bad time?"

Good, thought Hans, now I can skip right to the lemon, ignoring all this boring plot!

"Anytime is a good time," He remarked. He took the letter and dropped it into the fireplace.

"Is that... mine?"

Hans paused, "No..." inspiration struck him, "It was Elsa's."

He motioned towards the desk. Within a few days of taking her captive, Hans had the distinct pleasure of... influencing the young queen into writing some letters. Most were proclaiming his authority in all matters, which was a formality for the most part. But she had also tried to sneak in instructions to keep Anna away.

Hans smirked. He, perhaps, did indeed hate women, and that's why he acted so cruelly towards them. But on the other hand, he respected Elsa's attempts out outwit and outmaneuver him. She certainly kept him interested.

Anna paged through the papers, her eyes growing misty.

"Hey... don't. You'll just beat yourself up..." He put a consoling hand on her shoulder. It was pointless anyways. Sure, he could chain her to his bed and whip her for hours, but unlike Elsa, who secretly found their relationship natural, Anna would still fight him. She would insist on reading the letters whether he told her to or not.

"I... hate her. So much," Anna cried. She slammed her fist down onto the wood of the desk, cracking it.

Okaaaaay...

It appeared as though Elsa was not the only one with a gift. Anna appeared to be rather... durable? Strong? What was the word he was looking for? As, yes; brutish.

Anna stormed out. Hans sighed. He'd have a lot of trouble getting any from her tonight. Plus, Elsa was barely alive. He had decided to put on final insult on top of the pile; she was getting married. To the Duke of Weaselton.

Oh yes. He liked that.

The Duke had made it clear that he whole-heartedly approved of Hans' rule, but was reluctant to take a bride as... difficult as Elsa. Hans had assured him she would be properly trained.

Which brought him back to the letter at-hand. This 'Rapunzel' girl apparently needed a good home. He was sure that he could find someplace for her in the cells below ground.

Little did he realize that his fiancée had ventured down to scold her sister. Nor did he realize that, though he had instructed the guards to leave the queen alone, she had not chosen to redress herself, and lay naked on the floor covered in cuts and bruises.

Anna banged on the gate, drawing the ire of the guards.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be here!"

She glared defiantly as them, "I am the princess! You will allow me in!"

Crossbow and Thug exchanged a look. Perhaps the queen was not up for play time, but this young thing would be an excellent substitute.

"Of course," They yielded, bringing her in. Anna marched in, her angry eyes falling on her poor sister.

"What?!" She rushed to the platinum-blonde's side, "Elsa?!"

"Anna..." She said weakly, "I told you to stay away..."

Anna's vision went black as a club hit her head. They stripped off her outer skirts, and grabbed a couple of whips. Elsa managed enough strength to cover her sister.

"NO!" She panted, "Use me, but leave Anna alone!"

The guards exchanged a look. Technically, how much did they have to really leave Elsa alone?

"Open your mouth..."

The queen complied, allowing him to use her for pleasure. The other guard stepped back to watch before drawing up Anna's skirts. The princess started fighting when he entered her.

"Nu...uu..ooooo!" She pushed at him, "I'll..."

"What? Fight me?" He laughed. Anna Struggled against the larger man as he pushed in further. She felt like she was being split in half. He slapped the whip, pinning her arms.

"Tell Hans!" She screamed. All action stopped for a moment. On the one hand, Hans would likely be okay with the guards brutally raping both of these woman, on the other hand, he may also be displeased that Anna was being used without his consent.

"Open your mouth..." Grumbled Thug. Unlike Elsa, Anna knew how to please the man, which spots to touch, and how to use her tongue. It wasn't long before he groaned upon release and pulled her to her feet. Locking her hands behind her back, he demanded she watch her sister, "To remember your place around here."

Elsa was doing poorly. So used to simply laying there and taking it, Crossbow could not finish quickly, which prolonged her suffering. At one point, he thrust so far down her throat, he reached his hand down and strangled her, feeling his cock inside her.

"You don't like that?" He mocked.

"Stop," She got down on her knees, and started licking and kissing the other guard. Working together, the sisters managed to get him to cum too, drenching their faces. Elsa hung onto Anna, desperate for air after the assault.

"I... didn't want you down here..." She hoarsely whispered.

Anna shuddered. This... was horrible, "I'll tell Hans he'll-"

Elsa cut her off, "No, this is... where I belong now. Goodbye, Anna."

The guards escorted the princess out, telling her she was welcome to return whenever she so felt the urge.

Meanwhile, Hans replied to the letter, that he would love to get a companion for his pet, Elsa.