"You deplorable, disgusting, manipulative scumbag!" Anna grunted harshly as she rode Hans' thick cock. The disgraced former Prince of the Southern Isles lay on the floor of the dungeon cell, completely naked and helpless to do much but endure whatever Anna wanted to do to him. She lay on top of him, also naked, her breasts squashed against his chest. Both of her small hands were wrapped around his throat. Despite their delicate softness, her grip was surprisingly tight. It was difficult for Hans to breath, but not to the point where he was choking for air. Anna didn't want to kill him, no matter how much the despicable former Prince deserved it.
"You should be hanging from a rope after what you did to me! After what you tried to do to Elsa," Anna slammed her hips down upon Hans' crotch, driving his cock deeper into her snatch as she spat venomous words at him. Hans didn't just lay there taking Anna's abuse. He held on tightly to Anna's freckled ass, thrusting upwards with equal ferocity. His fingers gripped those perky cheeks tightly, heedless of the fact he might be hurting her. The heavy shackles around his wrists were cold to the touch, as were the chains connecting them to the wall behind him. The entire cell was freezing. Probably a curse by that damnable ice witch, Hans mused. Though, the raging, hateful sex the two of them engaged in was more than enough to warm them up. Hans glared up at the Princess using him as a living dildo, a vicious snarl on his face which Anna, unintimidated, mirrored with one of her own. "Trying to take over OUR Kingdom! How pathetic can you be!?"
It had been a few months since Elsa's coronation and the Eternal Winter she had accidentally unleashed. Hans had been sent back to the Southern Isles in shame after his attempted usurpation of the throne. A few weeks later, he'd been sent back to Arendelle, exiled from his home and his royal title stripped from him. He had been given back to Elsa and Anna with a letter from the King and Queen of the Southern Isles stating their deepest apologies of what their youngest son had done. They had felt it was best for Hans' attempted victims to decide his punishment and had given the sisters permission to do whatever they wanted with him.
Elsa, despite her power, was a peaceful and gentle person by nature and wasn't sure exactly what to do with Hans. Despite what he had done she did not wish to kill him, as she personally didn't believe in execution as punishment. Elsa may not have liked him, in fact she hated him for what he did to her beloved little sister, Anna, but she would not put him to death.
Elsa decided that he would live as a servant of Arendelle, spending his days performing various menial tasks for the people of the Kingdom to learn humility or some such nonsense. Hans may not have liked it, but at least he wasn't dead. Of course, Elsa would have him locked away in the dungeons during the night. She wasn't naive enough to let a known attempted murder sleep with the castle staff. The cell was chilly during the night, but it was comfortable enough. The shackles were Anna's idea.
During all this Anna stood by her sister's side and supported her decisions regarding her ex-fiance. But, underneath her bubbly and cheerful exterior lurked a darkness that no one suspected could exist in Arendelle's Princess and hero. Hans' betrayal had hurt her deeply, and with him at her mercy Anna could exact her revenge on him in whatever way she chose. Unknown to Elsa, Anna had several of the Staff loyal to Anna secretly install shackles and chains that would bound to Hans during the nights Anna wished to "play" with him.
It was a regular cycle for the two of them. At least once a week Hans, after he had eaten his supper, would be bound up in chains by the guards to await his tormenter. He would be visited in his small and lonely cell by the Princess whose heart he had so callously played with. Anna would sneak down in the dead of night to unleash all her hurt and anger upon him with a brutal and rough fucking. Hans would sometimes wonder why it was sex and not torture Anna would engage him in. Maybe there was still at least some physical attraction hidden underneath that hate.
Anna was writhing on top of him even faster now. She was quickly approaching her climax. Hans could feel his own release building as well. His balls felt heavy and tight as they smashed against Anna's tight ass, the cum bubbling within. They kissed each other, but there was nothing gentle about this kiss. Tongues would battle for dominance and teeth would sink into lips, leaving little beads of blood behind.
Anna cried aloud as she came, gushing all over Hans' midsection. Hans echoed her cry with one of his own as his cum was guzzled up by Anna's wet, tight pussy lips. They continued to kiss roughly, their naked sweaty bodies writhing against one another, nails digging into their skin as they rode their orgasmic wave together.