Malice Maze

Chapter 22
Melody’s King

“I somehow knew it would be you,” Melody sneered. From one door directly to another. She was not even given the option of going down a corridor and at least trying her way. She left the room of the Enchanter, entered the dark corridor and all ways were blocked except for another door directly in front of her. She went to it and her haughty attitude instantly returned at the sight of her father sitting upon his throne and gazing out at her. He was not giving any pretenses to what he wanted from her, or that he had not been expecting her. He was dressed in his cloak and nothing more.

“You know none of you girls are mind, don’t you?” her father asked of her flatly.

“What?” Melody’s shock was hard to hide. “How do you just blurt something like that out to your daughter?”

“Well, according to what I just stated, you are not my daughter,” the king laughed. He laughed too hard at a joke unknown. “You never found it strange, my darling, that you look nothing like me. How in the world did the daughter of a blonde haired woman and a black haired man come out with silver hair, seven daughters all with silver hair? How is that possible, Melody? You are smarter than this. Think. Who has silver hair?”

“It’s white.”

“What is that, my darling?” the king asked, his grin never faltering.

“His hair is white, it can not be who you say it is because he told me-”

“That you were the only one, I know,” the king regained a serious composure. “He eluded to that, but did he flat out tell you he has never been with someone, or did he tell you that he has waited all his life to be with someone. There is a difference.” She was silent. “Your silence tells me I’m right. Melody, the Enchanter is your father, not I. He and the queen were having a relationship that I would not deny because I was giving another woman babies. If it makes you feel better I think your father really loves you where he was just using my wife for sex.”

Melody’s stomach twisted and she felt terribly ill. She gripped her stomach tight and bent over, trying to hold herself upright though her body was denying her the ability.

“You were too obedient,” the king smiled. “You listened to everything I said and did everything I told you until you were sixteen, and I had no idea what the Enchanter planned until it was too late. Now that you are here, however, I will use you just like I planned. You will be the mother of my next set of children.”

“No!” Melody screamed in abject terror. “No, I do not want to mother your children, that is disgusting. You raised me! And what about your other children?”

“All dead,” he stated flatly. “The woman who gave birth to them first gave me all boys, which would have been great if I had not had a master plan and if I did not expect she would make a bid for her son to be on the throne, and second, the daughters she produced were disgusting. With you and me they would be perfect.”

“How do you know it was not your genes that made them hideous?” Melody snapped, taking further steps back as the king advanced on her. She tripped on her own heels, her dress being that of the regal attire she would always wear in the throne room, and he was on her in a moment. He grabbed her arms and trapped them behind her back, dragging her with him to the throne.

“You are just as self-aggrandizing as ever,” he sneered. “Let’s see what I can do to take that away from you!”

The king threw his ‘daughter’ upon the throne and trapped her sitting there, his hands moving quickly, tying her arms to the armrests with ropes he had concealed beside the throne. She tried to fight but she was a weak princess, never trained to be anything but a sexual predator, and now she understood why he had left her untouched. He had been hoping to be the only one who ever laid his filthy hands on her and now he was gaining his wish.

He grabbed her legs and pulled them upwards, revealing her naked pussy, her underwear never donned even under regal apparel, a fact he knew. He used another roped to tie her legs upwards, hooking them so that she was spread and open for him, using the loops of the throne to push the ropes through. The last rope he wrapped around her neck, though he did not tighten it. He watched her eyes grow wide with fear as he tightened that last rope. “Don’t worry, my darling,” he smiled at her, “those will be for pleasure only. I can not kill you; you might be what I need.”

“Your majesty!” Melody fought against the silk robes to no avail. She watched the man she believed to be her father drop his cloak and reveal his cock. After having the Enchanter inside of her he was small in comparison, but anything could be considered small to the Enchanter. Just thinking about him inside of her again gave her tremors before her stomach flopped over once again at the thought that what if her father was telling her the truth and the greatest sensation she had ever felt had been from her real father? Her mind was so befuddled with thoughts and sickness that she was unaware of the king’s movements until he was over her, his chest pressed against her breasts, and his cock pressed against her opening, though not inside.

“Melody, I know how to give a woman pleasure, I promise,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve waited sixteen years for you and even though your father has had you first I will be your last.”

“Dad,” she begged one more time as he rubbed the head of his cock against her awaiting opening, spread enough from her last sexual encounter to make it easy for him, and wide enough with her legs pushed up that he could tighten her at will. She hoped he would remember he raised her and take pity on her.

She was sure he would not when his hand reached for her breasts and squeezed one tight in his fingers until she cried out. “I’m not your father, Melody dear,” he reminded her. “Would a father do this with his daughter?” One easy slide put him up to his balls inside of the young girl and she cried out involuntarily at the feeling of being fucked for the second time in such a short period. “Oh, right, I guess your father would fuck you,” he reminded her with a cold laugh, sliding out of her and then back into her, picking a slow rhythm to begin with. “I’ve never really been a father to you.” His balls slapped against her bare ass and she squirmed, her mouth opening to utter any sound of protest. Before her lips could form the words the rope around her throat tightened cutting off her air and her voice. His hand that was not molesting her breast was holding the ends of the rope tightly, pulling till suffocation. “I told you what I expect of you and then nannies and tutors did all of the raising for me, though I did the discipline.” His wry smile could not hide that he had found some enjoyment of spanking a prepubescent Melody.

Melody fought against the ropes, fought for air as her air supply was cut off. All the while the king continued fucking her while she fought against her bonds. The lack of air supply did something to her body she did not expect and her pussy grew wet and more sensitive. His cock now felt like they were rubbing against thousands of sensitive nerve endings that lived for the pleasure of him inside of her. Even while her brain was blacking out her body was growing wetter with need.

The ropes loosened and she felt her first gasp of air return to her. She cried out and gasped with air and still her father, the king, a man she had trusted though he had always taught her not to, fucked her. He moved hard in and out of her, his free hand roaming over her body, pulling her breasts from her tight bodice and letting them flop freely as he pushed into her.

“Please stop!” she begged of him. She was afraid he would do what he threatened to do and that was impregnate her. She did not want to carry the next prince or princess, not when all of the world believed this man to be her father. Even admitting the truth did not make it right! “Please!” she begged again.

Once again she found herself without air supply, but it was swift this time. He took his last few long strokes inside of her body, his cock growing impossibly hard before he came and released her suffocation as he did so. She felt him dripping inside of her and she shuddered with disgust. He knew, and the Enchanter knew, that this was where she would end up. This was all some awful plan and she could not be sure which one of them was pulling the strings.

The door before her became apparent but Melody was still locked in the silk ropes. She looked to the king who was using his cloak to wipe himself of sweat and semen and her own bodily fluids. He seemed disgusted with the act of sex, afterward at least, because during the man had looked nothing but satisfied.

“Please,” Melody begged of him, “I need to go through the door so I can finish and come home to you.”

“I know what you are planning, my darling,” the king said in his very matter-of-fact voice. “And I have to make sure you lose. You will not be going through those doors dear, at least, not yet.”

“I thought you wanted to win!” Melody argued pulling against the ropes. “I thought the whole point was power!”

The king smiled her way and then finally laughed. “It is, my darling sweet girl,” he said, “but not the power you think it is. You and the girls have been used from the very beginning, Melody, the winner already determined, and she is the only one who will exit this maze happily, for she was never truly a part of it.”

“What?” Melody asked, horrified.

The king smiled and sat at the foot of his throne, gazing up at the bound figure of his princess. “You will know in the end, but by then it will be too late.”