Note - I don't think kwamies exist in this universe, they at least won't appear. Real world geography doesn't apply much either. I imagine this enemy country to sit roughly where Germany does in reality, but it is not meant to be Germany.
They came out of nowhere, and took over everything. Members of the previously existing government had three choices: swear loyalty to their new king, go into hiding, or die. Regular citizens were allowed to more or less go about living the way they had before with the exception that a portion of the taxes they still paid went to supporting the frivolous lifestyle of their bumbling king. There was one other thing, he didn't always take taxes in money. As he saw fit, civilians would be appointed to be his servants. The first year of service was compulsory, with the entire wages being withheld until the end of the year. Room and board were provided by his majesty. Servants who stayed on with him after their one year were permitted to leave any time, and recieved their salary at the end of every month. Those who stayed on and those who left were largely dependent on what job they had been assigned. His 'bed chamber entertainment workers' were one position that changed over every year. One male and one female entertainer were selected to serve each year. Not much was publicly known about what happened behind closed doors, but the female usually went home pregnant or with a small baby. This year the king decided he would give residents of his newest territory, France, the pleasure of serving him.
Tom took a deep breath, "we respectfully repeat that we do not have a king. Your ruler is not ours and we will not pay taxes to him."
Tom and Sabine both stood their ground in front of the tax collector. Marinette would have liked to stand by her parents, but they insisted she keep back, she was the payment required. If it was money they requested they'd probably have broken by that point and given anything they had, breads and cakes too, but a member of their family was a price they would not pay.
"We are authorized to use force to collect," the tax collector warned them. "We have tasers."
And force they used. The Dupain-Cheng family only managed to delay the king's servants two hours before they had Marinette taken away in chains. "She'll be back in a year," her family was informed. "There will be a sizable compensation for her time if she behaves, but there may not be anything if she shows this kind of defiance in front of the king."
"I cannot allow my son to go into sexual service of the king, what must I pay to keep him here?" Gabriel tried to bargain with the king's representative.
"I'm afraid we're not looking for a monetary contribution from you Mr. Agreste. Public consensus shows your son is widely considered the most attractive boy his age in the area, I believe the king would quite like him."
"I need him here, he is heir to my company. It is in the kingdom's best interest to keep my company running, we are a positive impact on the local economy."
"You will have your son back in a year. You're not intending on retiring before then are you?"
"No, but I fear a year under such conditions would either turn him gay or traumatize him to the point he won't want a relationship with anyone. Either way, it will ruin him for dating women. It might not be such a problem if I had another child who could pick up his slack, but he's my only one. It will inevitably some day fall to him to produce an heir for the family - a difficult task if he's no longer attracted to women."
The representative only laughed, "if that's your concern, you have nothing to worry about. Your son may even produce an heir while in the service. Bed chamber entertainers are solely for the king's viewing pleasures, he never lays a finger on them. His majesty was born with physical malformities that prevent him from participating in most sexual acts, but he still has the desire that he must find creative ways to sate. His majesty enjoys sex vicariously through watching his entertainers. The majority of your son's sexual experience will be with a female servant."
"Now hold on, this experience could still mentally scar him, and I don't want just any girl as the mother of my grandchild!"
Gabriel's words were not heeded. "Now say goodbye! You'll see one another again next year!"
Marinette huddled in her cage at the palace, completely robbed of her clothes, yet she covered herself as best she could without them. She had no intention of rewarding her captors by showing them her body. Let loose from her ponytails, her hair hung just past her shoulders, covering the tops of her breasts. The rest of her front side was shielded by her arms and legs. 'I'm not letting them have what they want,' she promised herself. 'I'm saving myself for a boy I love and who loves me.' The words of her inner dialogue left the boy's identity open-ended, but her minds eye showed her a clear picture of Adrien, her crush back home. She hoped it would be him who would take her, but even he wouldn't be allowed unless she could be sure his feelings were similar to her own. As for whatever boy she would be paired with by her captors - as soon as she met him, she was going to ask him to help her escape. If he agreed, then they could be friends. If he thought he was going to get lucky with her, then she'd bite off his male bits. She reiterated that plan to herself until she heard movement coming from down the hall, it sounded like the king's lackeys were bringing in another prisoner, perhaps her intended partner. A sudden shiver ran through her body and she hugged her face to her knees, refusing to look up as another person was thrown into her cage. The sounds of the guards retreated and she was left with him.
"Hey, are you all right?" a familiar voice asked her. "Well obviously not, considering where we are, but they didn't hurt you, did they?" He moved to crouch down next to her. "You can trust me, we're in this together after all. My name's Adrien, what's yours?"
"A-adrien," she whispered. "It can't be..." She lifted her head slightly, her face just barely peaking out from behind her screen of hair.
"Marinette?!" Adrien was apparently so surprised to see her that he tumbled backward, his rear landing on the floor with a thud. "I guess I don't have to introduce myself to you. I didn't expect I would know anyone in here, but I'm glad to see you. Wait, that sounded bad, I wouldn't wish for you to be in this situation, but at the same time, it's better than being here alone."
"I understand, because I feel the same way about seeing you." She suddenly went red with a gasp and averted her gaze.
"What's wrong?" he asked, momentarily confused. Then he realized that he'd fallen in a sitting position with his legs wide open, giving her an unobstructed view of his crotch. "Sorry," he put a hand over his masculine organ, blocking it from view.
Marinette felt an involuntary heart spread through her body. If they couldn't do anything, their captor's were going to force Adrien to use that thing on her. 'I don't mind,' whispered one voice in her mind. 'But not like this,' said another 'this isn't love.'
"So how much do you know about this place?" Adrien asked her, scooting closer to her so they could communicate in a low voice.
"Only that I'll be monetarily compensated to 'entertain' the king for a year along with a male partner - and that I have no choice about it."
"So you don't know any more than me... I learned that the king supposedly isn't going to touch us himself, but is going to dictate what he wants to see us... um... perform? on each other. That makes it a bit better at least for me, you're someone I know and trust. Can I assume you feel the same about me?"
So, that was confirmation for Marinette that Adrien at least found her more attractive than a middle aged man. Good to know, maybe there was hope for them yet. "I've thought about trying to escape," Marinette admitted. "Nothing absolutely reckless, but I don't want to do everything they say without protest. I promised myself I wouldn't let the boy touch me, and would physically mame him if he tried. This was assuming 'he' was a stranger, of course," even in their current predicament, a part of Marinette need to let him know that he wasn't necessarily barred from making a move on her if he was so inclined.
"The new servants know each other?" The king shook his head in disapproval. "That's what you get for being lazy, picking them both from the same area. It would have been more deliciously awkward to make two strangers mate. Do better next year."
"Your majesty, would you like us to exchange one of them?"
The king eyed both of his newest captives as they stood before him. Both were still in the nude, and were forced to keep their hands by their sides, unobstructing his majesty's view. "No, they're both quite attractive, and you're reasonably sure they're both virgins?"
"We found no record of either of them going past a first date with anyone, and our research indicates this culture is highly unlikely to become intimate on the first date. In addition, the boy has lived a fairly sheltered life, and our physical examination of the girl indicates she has not been deflowered."
"Then their first time should still be reasonably amusing for me. Cuff the girl." The guards moved to chain Marinette's hands behind her back. The position made her a little more wobbly on her feet than normal, and forced her chest out, making her moderately sized breasts appear bigger than they actually were. She wondered if that was the intention. "I want to see you be fully dependent on your partner - to eat, to bathe... and before you suggest this is sexist, know that the two of you will switch places half way through. I've learned that the female has to go first, because they always seem to have acquired a large belly by the second half of the year. It would be unfair to a woman, already encumbered by pregnancy, to have her balance restricted even further by lack of use of her hands. Besides, do you know how hot it is to see a woman with a big round belly finally get to dominate the man who put it there? You probably don't, but you will see. Join me in watching the final performance of my current servants - they're retiring after today, you know."
Another door opened on the other side of the room, and in walked a man and woman - also fully in the nude. In one arm the woman carried an infant, in the other she held the arm of the man, whose hands were out of sight behind his back - it seemed most likely they were chained there after hearing the king express his preferences. "Hand me the baby," the king commanded. The woman looked scared, but did as she was told. "Now take your mate, and stand him next to the slab." The couple moved over to a polished stone table in the middle of the room. "Now lay down on your back, legs off the edge, perfect. Now open your legs and guide him to you."
"You're going to let him pull out, right?" The woman asked as she positioned the man between her legs.
"Of course not, that's the breeding slab, you know. You've already experienced it once."
"But I've already got, oooh, one baby!" the woman protested as the man penetrated her.
"If you don't want two of them, then I can keep this one?" the king asked, referring to the baby in his arms.
"Please, no," the man spoke up for the first time. "That's our daughter and we love her, we just don't want another one at this time."
"Too bad. She's a good child, I understand why you want to keep her. I would like to keep her myself. But, even if I am royalty, you have the first pick. You made her after all. If you want to take her home with you, all you've got to do is do what I say just for one final night."
The woman put her hands on the man's hips, helping to steady him as he rutted. The threat of the king taking their baby inspired them to please him. "Wait," the king stepped down off his throne, carrying the baby. Tenderly, he placed her on her mother's chest. "Continue."
The baby found her mother's breast and started suckling. The woman curled a protective hand around her child, even as the lower half of her body resumed trying to make the baby into a big sister.
"Superbly done," the king praised. "I've always wanted to see a woman inseminated while nursing a baby. Of course, I wish I could see her with a full belly and still nursing the last one, but I've never had a servant stick around long enough for it to happen. Am I really that bad of a master? Why can everyone not wait to get out of here?"
The previous year's servants were ushered out, released from all bonds, and given street clothes for the first time in an entire year. They were free to resume life where they left off, with a baby, a substantial bank account, and their baby's other parent who had gone from a stranger to someone they probably couldn't survive without.
"They did a good job of satisfying me for today," the king told his new servants. "You can have tonight to settle in, but tomorrow night, depending on how I'm feeling, you two might get introduced to the breeding slab. Isn't it exciting?!"
"I don't see any easy way to escape," Marinette sighed, checking the perimeter of the room one final time. She tried to turn around, but without use of her hands tripped over her own feet and started to fall. Adrien caught her and helped her to sit on there edge of their bed.
"So you're giving up? Just like that?"
"Well, running in circles in here isn't going to help me. I concede for now, but... I still don't want the king to enjoy himself. He apparently gets off on other people's emotions, so we can't show him any. I've decided, unless I'm pretty sure I could win, I'm not going to fight him. That's what he wants. I'm going to obey, and be as boring as I possibly can. He seemed pretty excited by the idea of us both being virgins, and I'll bet that's because he believes it guarantees we'll have strong reactions when we're made to have our first time. Please promise me, if we end up having to do it in front of him, promise me you won't give him a good show."
"I can try, but I have no idea what to expect, so I don't know how I'll react," Adrien admitted. Then continued with something he was almost positive he wouldn't have said if he hadn't been being pestered by a boner for most of an hour, "but we could practice if you'd like."
"Get rid of our virginities sometime before tomorrow night?" Marinette's eyes glinted, "even better! He wanted virgins and virgins he won't get!" While thinking of ways to covertly defy the king got her fired up, she descended into a shyer frame of mind when her attention returned to Adrien. "So, when did you want to..."
"It's going to be painful for you no matter what, right?" he asked. "Then we should just get it over with."
"A little, yes," Marinette bit her lip. "Every girl expects to bleed a little her first time, but it's supposedly not that bad if it's done carefully."
"Then tell me anything I should do differently." Adrien shifted her onto the bed. "I want you to be hurt as little as possible."
"Okay. Well, first I need to get as wet as possible, but, um..." Marinette blushed "I don't really know how wet that is."
Adrian gently parted Marinette's thighs and inspected her vagina, which was already swollen and dripping a clear liquid thanks to the sexual display they had watched earlier. "It looks pretty wet to me, do you think it gets wetter?"
"I don't know. Would you mind touching it to see?"
Adrien raised a hand and stopped, a smirk on his face. "What would you like me to use to touch it?" He stuck out his tongue, and got close enough to tease her, but didn't make contact with her private parts.
"Use both," she requested. "I have to learn how to tolerate all of it." She pursed her lips as Adrien touched a finder to her vaginal lips. His touch burned her. He inserted a finger into her and she moaned. "Oops."
The sound she made sent a tremor through Adrien. He suddenly wished she didn't have to hold it in, he now had the urge to hear her scream his name. He swirled his finger around and she seemed to open up, spewing out more liquid as she did so. "It wasn't as wet as it could be."
"No, but now I think it is. Go ahead."
As Adrien climbed on top of her, he noticed the bassinet next to the bed - left over from the previous occupants of the room. It served as the perfect reminder for what could happen to them. He lined himself up with her and pushed the tip of his penis in. A moan escaped his mouth, he hadn't experienced that feeling. As he pushed in deeper, he could see how hard Marinette was concentrating on not making a sound. He wondered how she would fare when he reached her barrier. He found it, and slowly forced it to tear, enlargeing the hole from now on. As her hymen gave way Marinette shut her eyes, curled her toes, and that was it. No longer obstructed, he easily bottomed out inside of her. It was done, and it wasn't that dramatic. Now they knew what to expect, they could probably mask their emotions even more the next time. Now all they had to do was learn to hide an orgasm. Due to their inexperience it didn't take long at all to reach boiling. Adrien knew he couldn't hold out much longer, he just hoped Marinette was as close as he was. He leaned into her ear and whispered, "are we there yet?" trying to turn the classically obnoxious phrase into something sexy.
Marinette faintly whimpered and nodded, so Adrien gave her one final thrust to help her along and pulled out of her completely. "What are you...?" Marinette started to ask, but was interrupted as they each independently hit the release. Their natural instincts wanted to holler as they rode it out, but they swallowed most of it and only let a few whimpers as they convulsed their way back to conciousness. "Oh," Marinette breathed, understanding Adrien's action that moments ago had been so mystifying in her sexual stupor. "You remembered to... I can't believe I didn't even think about..."
"At this point, we should just accept that it's going to happen relatively soon, but there's no reason for us to hasten it on our own. We need this time to emotionally prepare."
"Um, Adrien? I need you to help me clean up."
"This is unexpected, I usually have to coax a new pair on their first time together, even if both of them have experience with other partners. I thought surely I'd have some trouble convincing such a young fresh pair, but you were so eager you started without me!"
"How did you know that?"
"Housekeeping reported cum in your bedsheets. I was looking forward to sharing the experience with you, but I can't be too mad, I never told you to wait for me. That's my fault. But you've still saved another virginity for me, right?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Tonight is supposed to be the night of breaking you in, to make sure it's something you've never experienced before, you'll have to take it somewhere else. You're both capable of being penetrated in this other place, so I've prepared a strap-on for the lady so you can take turns. Who wants to go first?"
"Ow," Adrien groaned once they returned to their room, "I can't say I've ever considered recieving anal."
"Even if he didn't say so, I think that was meant to be a punishment." Marinette felt the need to whisper, even though Adrien was the only other one in the room. "Even so, I think the change of plans spared us from..." she felt her eyes drifting to the empty bassinet "the breeding slab." Her emotions toward the concept had become confused, especially since Adrien had expressed his suspicion at its inevitability. One part of her dreaded the thought and wanted to avoid it at all costs, while her extreme other end couldn't wait - believing going through it was the only way to overcome her fear. In between she felt fear, curiosity, and denial mingle together.
"Hey," Adrien put an arm around Marinette and pulled her close. "The combination of you and me would make a pretty great person! I've been thinking alot about it in the last day, and I'm warming up to it. Wouldn't it be so satisfying to help a person like that grow up from a helpless baby?"
"I would love to have your baby," Marinette admitted, "if I were as confident as you're pretending to be. Kids are great, but they're a lot of work - have you ever babysat? I don't know if I could do it full time."
"Yes you can - we can. Remember you're not alone. Whatever happens here, we're facing it together."
"Oh! Sorry! I didn't think you would still be in here!" The housekeeper apologized, backing out of their cottage.
"It's okay. We probably should be up and around already. Sorry we can't make ourselves more... decent."
"The king has always been insistent that the bedroom help go everywhere without clothes. I've seen a few pairs come and go, I'm used to it," she waved a hand dismissively. "Though I do wish he would make an exception for in the audience of the prince."
"The... prince?"
"The king's six-year-old son. And before you say it, yes, the king is sterile, there's no way the child is actually his. His real parents are most likely the bedroom assistants from six years ago, they left without a child - which is pretty unusual."
"He took their baby away from them?" They had witnessed the king tell the previous couple that he wanted to keep their daughter. The flashback played in their heads with a far more sinister tone to it.
"I don't think it was against their will. I never knew them, but from what I've heard, they don't sound like the nurturing type. If you two have a baby, I wouldn't be surprised if the king asks you to give it to him, but he'll surely let you keep it if that's your desire."
"That's... good to know," While they weren't so certain they wanted to have a baby yet in the first place, the idea of having one taken away from them was terrifying. Their natural instincts told them to protect the little human that didn't even exist. What sort of person could in good conscience leave their own child with the king who had imprisoned them for the last year?
"Adrien?" Marinette asked one morning as the two were waking up, "look at this."
Adrien followed Marinette's gaze to a red spot on the sheets between her legs. "You're bleeding! Did you get injured in the performance last night?!"
"It's okay, it's just my period, but I'm surprised it's actually here after everything we've -" Marinette blushed deeply. It was still hard do talk openly about the now numerous times she'd been inseminated on the breeding slab.
"So all that and you're still not pregnant. I was under the impression that if you have unprotected sex you make a baby, just like that. I guess it's not that simple."
"We didn't start until I was past the fertile point in my cycle, that must be it. I'm sure I would otherwise be knocked up right now. I was so sure, that the first time you came in me, I determined I was impregnated right then and there." She giggled a little, "it actually feels a little weird now to realize I'm not."
"If it really does take time to happen, then maybe we could hold out at least three months without you getting pregnant. If you're going to give birth to my child - I'd rather you do it on the outside once we've returned home."
Marinette had to agree she'd rather go through such a life-changing event with friends and family than inside the court of the king. " - but, regardless, now, I need your help to clean up."
"Oh, right, I guess you can't very easily go anywhere with blood dribbling down your leg. I know we're not supposed to have clothing, but surely you should be allowed underwear at least while you're on your period. Wait here, I'll go ask around."
It felt like Adrien was gone for hours, but Marinette lay patiently and waited. Asside from the fact that she was dripping, her normal clumsiness was inhanced by her restraints. She'd rather await his return on the bed than on the floor. When he eventually did return, he triumphantly presented a set of underpants and feminine products. "Permission recieved - only until the bleeding has come to an end. So, uh, pad or tampon?"
The next month, when her period had promised to come again, the sheets between Marinette's legs were spotless. "Did it really happen this time?" Though her hands were held fast behind her, she instinctively tried to place her hand on her belly, directly over where she knew her womb to be. In the end, she contented herself by imagining she were able to touch her belly, and shuddered. To think there might be another living thing within her.
"Do you think there's anywhere you could get tested?" Adrien asked, "there's the first aid station. I can't think of any other sort of health services in here." He stared at her belly in awe, even though it looked the same as it always had - it might not for long.
"We could ask, but I'm pretty sure what the answer would be." So this was woman's intuition. She'd never clearly felt it before, and had even doubted its existence, but in the case of her offspring it was strong. She understood now how there were some things a mother could just know about her child - including simply knowing whether the child was there. This feeling was nothing like her mere assumptions the month before. Now that she knew what it felt like, she wouldn't mistake the feeling again.
"Look at you! It's getting hard to walk isn't it?" Marinette tried to ignore the king's words - in the past few weeks, he hadn't gone a day without commenting on her belly - specifically how it encumbered her and together with the chains forced her to ask Adrien's help on almost everything. "I'm sure you'll be glad to know what day it is. Go on, ask me what day it is."
"What day is it, Your Highness?" she humored him.
"It's the exact six-month anniversary of your arrival here! Remember what I told you when you got here? That you would be switching places half way through?"
She remembered, at the time, the idea of being kept in cuffs had been completely unbearable but her attentive partner who was so ready to help with every little thing had helped her get through it more easily than she thought. Now it would be her turn to help him as best she could, while still working around her now rather large belly.
"There you are," with a click, the metal restraints she'd become so accustomed to fell away from her wrists. Her hands fell limply to her sides, her muscles having become unaccustomed to any sort of work. She brought her hands in front of her face and flexed one finger at a time, needing to concentrate on each action. She was beginning to realize she would need a little while to relearn how to use her hands.
"Yes, your majesty, it is my professional opinion that she is far enough along to be safety induced."
"Why do I need to be induced?!" That word, in its current context, filled Marinette with terror. Was there something wrong with her? Was there something wrong with the baby?
"So that I can witness the delivery! If left alone your water would break any day now anyway, and babies always come at the most inopportune times. This way we have a little more control over it. A lot of trouble would go to waste if the baby were to come while I'm busy."
His words hammered the concept into the prospective parents - their baby existed for the king's amusement. Marinette was lain down on the same stone table where she had conceived. It wasn't a comfortable place to even think about giving birth, but it wasn't supposed to be comfortable, was it? it was called labor for a reason. A medical professional at the king's command checked over her once again and then gave her an injection. She wasn't sure how long she was laying there after that, but before too long she started to feel a ripple of pain going through her abdomen, and then - a gush of 'water' that could only be amniotic fluid.
"Is she lactating yet?" the king asked in interest.
"She wasn't last time we checked," Adrien answered.
"Then go see! If anyone's going to check her, it should be you."
He wasn't sure how he was supposed to do that with his hands chained as they were - but he would prefer that no one else touch Marinette, and he was sure she probably felt the same. He walked over to her and leaned down, Marinette preemptively put a hand on his arm, assuming he would need the help to keep his balance. He licked her nipple trying to stimulate it - nothing. He tried giving it a gentle tug with his teeth.
Marinette gasped as she felt an odd sensation coming from inside her breast. "Try that again, there's something there."
Adrien teased her nipple again with his tongue, and this time he got something. An almost sickeningly sweet liquid dribbled onto his tongue. He gathered up a few drops and opened his mouth to show the king. It felt kind of good to have an excuse to stick his tongue out at him. "Then the baby shall be fed. Let me know if any issues with lactation arrive, the child's health is of upmost concern."
For hours, Marinette struggled to be delivered of her child. Every time a strong wave of contractions hit, the king ordered Adrien to pleasure her, giving her something to mask the pain. Earlier in the process, he was made to kneel at her spread legs and lick the outermost parts of her vagina, but as the baby's head became visible, he was moved back to stimulating her breasts, getting them ready to nurse the new life.
Finally, a new born baby cried. "A healthy girl!" the attending medical professional announced.
"Marvelous!" The king cheered. "I need a playmate for my son, and since I've already got a son, I've thought about how it would be nice to next have a girl. Tell me, what is she worth to you?"
All the words she thought to respond dried up in Marinette's throat, no sooner had she given birth to her daughter, she recieved an offer to sell the baby. Nothing she could think of seemed to be an appropriate response. "She's not for sale," Adrien growled.
"Oh?" the king looked surprised. "I thought people as young as yourselves wouldn't be interested in raising a baby yet. You'll have plenty of opportunity to have more once you leave here you know."
"We've grown attached to this one," Marinette found her voice. "No amount of money is worth that."
"Most parents seem to react that way," the king noted. "I don't know how you could be that fond of her within minutes of her being born, but it can't be helped. If you won't sell, then there's no point in me continuing to ask."
After Emma was born, their imprisonment turned into a waiting game. In less than two months now, their year would be up. When their daughter was still only weeks old, the king attempted to breed them again and use the concept of a second baby as leverage to get them to sell him their firstborn. It was the same trick they'd seen him use with their predecessors, he must use that strategy every year. It hadn't worked before and it didn't work again, but it did leave them wondering if they were leaving with a single baby, or two. It was with relief and guilt that they saw their replacements arrive, scared and confused. With the newbies looking on, they endured their last night on the breeding slab, a deliberate show of what their successors had ahead of them. They felt sympathy for them, but didn't know if there was anything they could do to help - maybe they could find some way on the outside.
It was with tears in their eyes that they finally saw their homeland again. Family, friends, and even some surprising acquaintances had gathered to greet them on their return.
"You've had a baby!"
"We did," Marinette confirmed, "but that's not all. I still haven't had a period since her birth, it's definitely possible she's got a little sibling on the way."