Late that night
What are you? Her husband barked again.
Regina stopped in her tracks. Her mind freezing and it hit her. She was willingly crawling, naked, after fondling and sucking every cock in the castle, towards the cock of her King. Her head dropped and she spoke in barely over a whisper. "I'm a slut."
WHAT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU, WHAT ARE YOU?-The King screamed.
"I am a slut." She said again louder.
"LOUDER, OVER AND OVER, UNTIL I SAY TO STOP." The King commanded.
"I AM A SLUT. I AM A SLUT. I AM A SLUT. I AM A SLUT. I AM A SLUT. I AM A SLUT." RegIna screamed over and over, again and again, each time a little louder and with more feeling. It was as each statement left her lips, a piece of her self-esteem went with it, and she slowly accepted what she was. By the time, she heard the word to stop; her body was pulsing with arousal with every word.
Regina watched as he pulled out his belt. She gasped thinking she was going to be beaten, but he again surprised her as he looped the belt and slipped it around her neck. The feeling when he pulled the belt, now a leash, overwhelmed her senses. She was nothing now but a slut for the King.