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story_codes: M/g(9) Man/young girl, first, rape

story_intro: It is a fairy tail cone true when Selinda, an orphaned girl who sells flowers to survive, is brought to the palace by order of the Lord Regent of Ilelia. But her fairy tale takes a very dark turn when she becomes the latest sex toy of the depraved ruler - a man who always breaks his toys.


story_language: English







Wendria: Story 14 - Iron Laws

Written by madvlad


	Virgio wished for lasers.

	He had been told of such things; beams of light powerful enough to cut through things. But those were of things long ago, like many things from Old Home. Oh, there was gunpowder here but it was loud and messy - and Virgio abhorred the sulfurous stink of it. 

	Now lasers - that would be something. First of which, it would make this day in the Ilelian Senate much more interesting. Like many aspects of his position as Lord Regent of Ilelia, presiding over sessions of the Senate was hideously boring. Too many senators were windbags. Worse, they did not always acquiesce to his decrees. 

	If he had lasers, there would be fewer senators very quickly. Not only would he be free to spend the rest of the day in leisure pursuits, but he'd have great fun in the elimination process. Lasers were rather quiet, he understood, which would make the screams of the dying much clearer than with the bang-bang-bang of musketry. And lasers wouldn't require the physical demands of wielding a sword.

	Of course, other nations of the Trinity Seas Accords would not approve of this. They rarely approved of anything done in Ilelia. And of course, if Virgio had even more and bigger lasers, he wouldn't have to deal with the likes of Anglia and Vespana and the rest of the Federated Continents. As it was, Ilenia had barely been voted into membership during the Trinity Seas Conclave over a hundred fifty years ago - some fifty years after the pilgrim ships arrived here from Old Home. 

	Since then, Ilenia had more often than not been in a tenuous position regarding its membership due to its turbulent political nature with the Lord Regents usually at the top of the list of causes. The only reason the nation had not been kicked out was because it took a three-quarters majority vote for expulsion.

	Virgio had been considering the idea of getting expelled from the accords. They would probably still have affiliate status. Hoganville was like that - plenty of trade but without all of the rules and regulations and military entanglements. Virgio had always enjoyed himself there - until he was barred from all of the really fun places. 

	As a committee of senators droned on about their findings in some matter Virgio could care less about, he once more considered the need for an heir. He was in his late thirties now and it was probably time. The problem was security - namely, his own.

	Virgio had come into his position after murdering or arranging the murder of two older brothers, four cousins, and the uncle who was his predecessor. It was all legal as Ilelian law considered fratricide, patricide, and the like to be family concerns and not the concerns of the state. 

	A few decades after its founding (in fact, just days after its membership at the Trinity Seas Conclave was confirmed with not-so-incidental timing), Ilelia had passed the "Iron Laws" which legalized murder for the sake of advancement. In the case of the Lord Regents, however, no one in any position of authority could become the next Lord Regent if the killed the current one.  That meant Virgio was safe from anyone in the Senate - unless someone wanted to kill him just for the sake of doing so without the ascendance to the regency.

	Virgio supposed that there were more than a few gathered here today who would attempt just that. His eyes flickered to the statue-like figure of Connig, his Captain of the Guard one meter away. As usual, Connig looked absolutely bland and still. But Virgio knew how quickly he could react if someone posed a threat. Like senators and magistrates, members of the Regent's Guard could not kill him and take his place. 

	At any rate, Connig was committed to his sworn oath to the Lord Regent, whoever he might be. Virgio himself couldn't perceive having any such loyalty to anyone and found Connig's commitment baffling but quite convenient.

	Virgio noticed the sudden quiet and saw that the eyes of each senator were upon him. Now what was he supposed to do? He hadn't even been paying attention. Had he just farted? No, he hadn't. Perhaps he should - maybe that's what they were waiting for. No, no...Damn! Why couldn't he have lasers?

	"Adjourned," Connig whispered.

	Ah, yes, thought Virgio. The moment he was waiting for.

	"I declare the Senate to be adjourned," Virgio recited in his most Regent-like voice.

	The senators stood and bowed to him as he left. He waved at them distractedly. Some of his predecessors had taken the habit of speaking with small groups of senators after adjournment but Virgio had no use for this. Besides, he had a new toy waiting for him in the palace.

	He had seen her from his carriage; a little orphan girl selling flowers. Her soft brown eyes made her look even more vulnerable which piqued Virgio's salacious interest. And her lack of family would make things more convenient when it was time for her to be thrown away. Virgio had the tendency to break his toys. 

	But not tonight, he thought giddily. Selinda was just nine years old - not the youngest he had played with but still young enough for him to focus the full strength of his perversity. She wouldn't be selling anything with petals and leaves anymore but Virgio would still get one flower from her tonight.

	Selinda could not still the fluttering in her tummy. Only this morning she had once again taken to the street to sell the wildflowers she had plucked from the fields outside the city at sunrise. At mid-morning an ornate carriage with two footmen riding on the back bumper had paused not far from her while cargo wagons - both horse-drawn and azurine-powered - that were blocking the thoroughfare were hurriedly moved to clear a path. Since one of the carriage windows was open, the little girl approached and politely offered her freshly-picked wares.

	She could not see the passenger as silk curtains were drawn across the open window but an arm reached out. A hand with large rings adorning two fingers pointed at her and she heard a man's voice saying something. She was about to ask what he had said when one of the footmen dismounted.

	"Come with me," he said and ushered a confused Selinda from the street.

	She was taken to a heavy brick building near the Lord Regent's palace where the Regent's Guards questioned her. At first, she feared she had broken some law but answered their questions truthfully. Her name was Selinda and she was nine years old. No, she did not have any family. After that, she was examined by a kindly physician who calmed her examined her all over. Her eyes were clear and her teeth were strong. 

	Selinda supposed that all this was fine but she wondered why the man had to lift her dress to inspect other places. When the doctor lowered her dress, he seemed troubled.

	"She's pure," he sighed to a guard who then took her by the arm. 

	She was then taken to the palace itself where she learned that she was to be the guest of the Lord Regent himself! It was his carriage she had approached an hour before. In her excitement, she forgot all about the doctor's odd sadness after looking at her privates.

	Of course she had to look her best tonight so she was bathed and then given a simple white dress to wear. Another woman arranged her chestnut hair in braids that were then woven up and around her head like she was a fancy noblewoman. White flowers were tucked into the girl's tresses and Selinda was delighted when she saw her appearance in the mirror. She hugged the hairdresser and in her happiness failed to notice the same wistful sorrow in the woman's face that the doctor had worn.

	The door opened and the Lord Regent strode into the bedroom. Selinda hesitated for a moment in her awe before she curtseyed before him. To her amazement, the grinning leader knelt on one knee before her and lifted her chin with one larger hand.

	Gazing into those innocent eyes, Virgio squeezed the girls face. A bit of confusion clouded those soft brown orbs and she opened her mouth to ease the pressure. He kissed her roughly and shoved his tongue inside, rummaging about the small wet cavity in a prelude of what was to come. Like a helpless fawn, the frightened girl was frozen in place, unable to do anything more than make little peeping noises as he lapped at her recoiled tongue.

	With his free hand, he roughly gripped the girl's ass. The little cheeks beneath the dress were firm and springy in his paw. Now she tried to squirm as she was lifted but she was no match for the much larger and stronger man who had claimed her for himself.

	Thrown on the bed, Selinda tried to skitter away from the leering grown-up with the cruel humor gleaming like a weapon in his eyes. He pounced on her and pushed her dress up and for the second time that day, Selinda's privates were exposed to a man. But Virgio's interest was neither clinical nor gentle. 

	The tongue that had tasted Selinda's mouth now slathered spittle over the bald mound between the nine year old's legs. When she started to flail, Virgio bit her, feeling the tender girl flesh bulge between his teeth until the girl went still. This was good - he liked it when his playthings understood his power and their lack of it.

	After pushing his tongue into the hairless slit to get his spit coating her there, Virgio got to his knees and pulled down his drawers. Selinda whimpered as she saw the strange hardness jutting from the man's groin. While she didn't understand anything about sex, the manner in which he brandished the thing frightened her even further. 

	Virgio roughly pulled her legs apart and leaned forward between them. With her thighs painfully spread, her labia parted to expose the delicate pink structure of her childish sex. She started to cry when he put the huge purple head of his dick to her orally molested snatch. Then he threw himself forward and down to drive his thick organ into the little girl's virgin pussy.

	The shrieking girl thrashed again but this time Virgio didn't care. She could do nothing as she was relentlessly impaled. In her shock, Selinda weakly batted at his waist with her lower legs but could not halt the penetration of her unready cunny. With determined thrusts, the man's thick organ bore its way into her, ripping and stretching with her virgin blood heating and lubricating her tiny passage.

	Virgio had half of his meat buried inside the nine year-old's bald and bloated little mound. With gritted teeth, he worked his prick in and out of the clenching sleeve. Redness dribbled from her wounded hole, staining both of them. As she writhed in agony from the grinding inside her bruised little cunt, the flowers fell from her unwinding braids.

	After a dozen or so thrusts, Selinda's screaming died down to gurgling sobs as her rapist pounded her childish body. The driving force made her stretch to allow him to go a little more deeply but there was only so much length her abused snatch could provide. But what she had was slick and tight and the Lord Regent happily rutted inside the prepubescent twat of his deflowered little playmate.

	He finished in a flood, making Selinda's eyes grow huge as the thing inside of her pulsed. The felt the hot slime filling her and feared he had injured her further and was making her bleed in other places. As it was, she couldn't comprehend what the man had done to her, tearing and stabbing into her body in a place she didn't know existed beyond the slit she used for peeing. When she saw his penis slip out of her wounded snatch, she saw her blood and bits of something white. At first, she feared the white goo was something pulled from her body and it wouldn't be until the later rapes that night that she understood that it was part of the pollution he injected into her again and again.

	"Shall I play with your tits?" the Lord Regent asked pleasantly, as if he had been serving tea and cookies instead of grossly violating a nine year old girl.

	Selinda knew that bit of slang and shook her head. When she opened her mouth to explain that she hadn't grown anything, the still-smiling man produced a knife and held it to her throat.

	"You were saying?" he prompted politely.

	When Selinda nodded, he shook his head and tutted.

	"Please speak up and be clear about this," he corrected her. "I would certainly not want there to be any unpleasantness between us from a simple misunderstanding."

	With her battered cunny still leaking, Selinda gaped at the man. He didn't want any unpleasantness? Then the blade pressed incrementally harder against her throat and she re-focused.

	"Yes, you can play with my tits," she choked.

	"Are you sure?"

	"Yes, please play with them," Selinda insisted, grasping the means by which she might survive this night by indulging and humoring him.

	Virgio moved the knife and with practiced ease, sliced the straps of the dress from Selinda's shoulders and cut partially down the front from her collar. Tossing the knife aside, he gripped the dress and tore it open to expose the girl's bare chest. Gracing the pale flatness there were two small pink circles. Virgio licked his lips at the sight where the child would have developed in years to come. Instead, the area untouched by puberty was more virgin territory for him to claim.

	He pulled her up to him and slobbered over her chest. He suckled at one nipple but of course the preteen could not produce any milk. That was naughty of her so he put his teeth to work, gnawing but without ruining the flesh. That could wait. Selinda whined but found the discipline not to attempt to pull away. The man chewed at her undeveloped mammaries, switching back and forth. Then she felt something brush against her thigh and realized that other cruel weapon had grown hard again. 

	So did Virgio and he tossed Selinda back onto the bed. Pulling her legs open, he aimed his prick at the bald little slit. This time, she was quite juicy as he entered her and still so little-girlishly tight. Sighing with the contentment of the powerful, he sank his member into the child's gurgling little cock socket.

	The sun was well up when Virgio stretched and yawned. His bath would be warm and ready and then he would leisurely take his breakfast. The Senate was already in session - he had a standing order for them to start without him - and he consoled himself with the promise of new games to play with his toy. She was one of his best so far and he almost considered it a shame when the time would come for her to be broken. They all broke in the end.

	Alone in bed, Selinda wept. Beneath her oozing mound lay some of the white petals that had adorned her hair the evening before. Like her, their former purity was mottled by fluids now staining them.

	Tonight she was on her hands and knees. Virgio knelt behind her, putting something jelly-like over his dick which stood out at the ready. Selinda flinched as the large hands gripped her thin waist and made a wounded noise as the hardness bored into her defenseless pussy.

	She didn't dare move when he finished inside her. Holding her position, she felt the man's ejaculate running down her legs before he rubbed himself against her. He hardened quickly and his hands tightened around her again. 

	The head touched her smooth, semen-coated mound but his angle made the thing slide between her trim young buttocks. She frowned as the slime on the thing was smeared over more of her. Then he stopped and pushed inward. Selinda shook her head at his sloppiness before she understood that there was more of her he was going to violate. 

	The rawness of her throat barely diminished her screams as her anus was breached. He was breaking her there and quickly made his way into another route that went inside her.

	Virgio was glad that Selinda's voice was weak - her loudness died much more quickly this time. That was good as he didn't want a headache as he enjoyed the hot caress of her rectum while thrusting his way into it. Despite its wide, forced expansion, the child's asshole wanked him almost painfully as he conquered the plushness of her bottom's interior. 

	The preteen's smooth little ass globes flexed and shivered from the hard buggering the girl was taking. Virgio appreciated the sight, considering it to be Selinda's ass's way of thanking him for turning it into another slut hole. The fluids from her abused cunt had given enough to lubricate her anal passage and he took advantage with savage pounding that made the girl babble wordlessly.

	Selinda's mind was blanking out for seconds at a time. But escape was fleeting as the brutal thrusts inside her ass brought her back to this horrific reality. He gradually drove deeper and felt the damp stickiness of the bald twat as his balls swayed into it. He thought it was a nice reminder to her that he would use that place again as well. Raping the nine year-old's ass was hard work but her snug chute paid off as the trembling in his scrotum began. He creamed deeply into the child's innards and when he pulled out, he saw that he must have torn her some inside.

	"I'm glad that you were a virgin in there, too," he chortled as he watched the goo emerge from the girl's gaping sphincter to further paint her smooth vulva and thighs. "In honor of you saving yourself for me, I'll let you enjoy the splendor of both of your holes."

	Selinda mewled as he grabbed her by the hair and turned her around. 

	"There should be some cunt flavor left on here along with your ass," he giggled as he held his prick before her face. "Now open up."

	Selinda inwardly recoiled but, defeated, she opened her mouth and shuddered at the feel of his brushing past her lips. When he ordered her to use her tongue, she also obeyed and tasted her own defilement.

	On the third night, Virgio was concerned he was spoiling her. After all, all she had to do was stay in bed and get fucked. No, he must give her some tasks to do or she might become a problem. In fact, she might be one already which was why he had summoned his Captain of the Guard to be on hand outside his bedroom if the girl misbehaved.

	First, he began by soiling the nine year-old's ass guts with a rich load of the finest Regency cock cream. Then he told her to close her asshole while he plugged it with his finger to keep any semen from escaping. Grunting, Selinda managed to obey, clenching his finger until he withdrew. 

	"Now," he announced, "I do not want anything coming out of there. Not one drop, no matter what."

	Then he flipped her over so roughly that Selinda feared she might lose control. Clenching her teeth, she managed to keep her orifice shut while the man pressed his cock against her hairless pussy. He slammed into her, making her pink tunnel abruptly widen for him, to mold its slick, smooth surfaces against his cock while he used her immature body in a very adult way. 

	The stroking came at a rapid pace and with great strength. Virgio had never managed to open a girl's or woman's cervix with his dick. He wanted to but had been informed by a very nervous doctor that it was virtually impossible for a man to do with only his penis. Well, if Virgio managed to do it this time, he's have the man summoned so he could personally examine the wondrous feat.

	No, wait. Hadn't Virgio had the man beheaded later? Ah, oh well. For now he had the tight, oozing business of a prepubescent cunt to fill and he did so with heavy strokes until he once again seeded her unripe baby box. If she could only get pregnant, he might keep her around to produce his heir.

	But...oh no. She had disobeyed. Being Lord Regent was full of disappointments. The latest was before him after he had unplugged her little snatch. During the rape, she hadn't kept her asshole shut as he ordered and now she was leaking in both places. He giggled as she frantically tried to close her back opening but he knew it was no use.

	Regaining his composure, Virgio managed to look angry again.

	"Guard!" he roared.

	Connig had been waiting outside and promptly entered while the Lord Regent stood naked by the bed while pointing an accusing finger at the dazed girl lying there.

	"I have been too soft with her," Virgio decreed. "She needs to be taught discipline. I order you to have every one of my guards use her in all three holes. Perhaps then she will appreciate by attention. This punishment should take a week, I suppose, if she is dealt with around the clock."

	"Yes, my lord," Connig quickly agreed. "We stand ready to carry out your every order."

	Virgio waved his acknowledgment and staggered away. In truth, he had been fucking her so much that he needed a break to allow his stamina to recover. Some nights of drinking and gluttony would be a well-deserved reprieve.

	Selinda was in shock as she tried to imagine the many men doing things to her. Wrapped in a blanket, she was brought to the same brick building where she had been examined before being sent to the palace. When she arrived, the same doctor was waiting with the same sad face. Before leaving, Connig spoke to her.

	"Miss, I need a favor from you after your week here."

	Selinda blinked, but not really understanding. What she did know was survival and she nodded.

	"When you return to the palace, please do not tell the Lord Regent that I and my men disobeyed an order."

	Then the captain left and the doctor gently laid her on a bed so he could begin treating her injuries - at least the physical ones.

	A week later, Virgio surveyed the girl. He couldn't tell if she was worse for wear after a week of being gang-raped but she did look suitably frightened of him. And then, of course, there were the surroundings of his "toy room".

	Arranged in a "U" were various devices used in executions. Taking Selinda around, he described each one. Her eyes locked onto the dried matter on the blades and teeth and spikes of the instruments. Virgio never had them cleaned - after all, why spoil his souvenirs? He had asked Connig which one would be best for the girl's final night and the man showed his mettle by promptly suggesting the guillotine. Connig wasn't squeamish and Virgio liked to think that the soldier appreciated his Lord Regent's appetites.

	As Selinda was forced to lie on her back on the guillotine's bench, she stared at the heavy blade in the raised position. The blood on the edge and in sprayed pattern further up the steel had long blackened but was no less horrific. Virgio placed her further back so that her neck was not in the cradle where the blade would eventually stroke through.

	Only when Virgio decided he was done would he place her there and fuck her one last time. As he came, he would release the rope that held the blade in place. She would be facing up and see the blade fall but the last thing she would feel would be his jism pouring into her. 

	Unless she felt the blade itself. Unfortunately, none of Virgio's other guillotine victims were ever able to tell him about that after the fact. And neither would Selinda.

	With her legs open, Virgio lay flat on top of her before plunging his cock into her bald little twat. Hmph! His guards must all be small-dicked for her to still be this snug inside. Well, more to his pleasure, anyway.

	As he humped her, he felt her breath against one side of his midsection as she had turned her head to breath. No, smothering would not be a fun way to put an end to her - he couldn't see her expression. Happily, he jammed his prick into her prepubescent snatch while placing his own neck in the cradle. 

	The catch basket on the other side was empty although still blood-stained. Virgio felt extra hard in his dick when he did this - raping some tight cunt while imaging how his victims felt in their final moments as they lay like this staring at the basket.

	The guillotine had never been meant for having sex on its attached bench. Usually, the victims were bound and still. So now the vertical frame with the blade swayed as the nation's ruler forcefully copulated with one of his young subjects. The rope had frayed at the top where it was barely visible and, had it not broken then, it would have well before the final rape of the night.

	Selinda heard the noise but in her agony made nothing of it. But Virgio knew well the sound of the blade falling in its tracks but had little time to try to move.

	The guard private was young and nervous. He knew what the Lord Regent was doing to that little girl but he had sworn an oath to the position of the Regency. It didn't help matters that the captain himself was outside the closed door with him. 

	The private swallowed hard. Was the captain testing him? If so, what was the correct reaction? The man remained still and at attention. Only when the door opened slightly did he turn his head. Then he had to look down to see the wide-eyed, spattered face of the girl.

	"C-captain?" Selinda squeaked. "Something happened."

	Connig ordered the private to remain in place and followed Selinda into the room. Virgio was lying face down on the guillotine although one leg had fallen sideways. Perhaps that had happened when the girl squeezed her way out from under him.

	It hadn't been a clean slice through the neck. Either the Lord Regent had tried to get out of the way or wasn't completely in the usual position when the blade fell. Either way, the blade had entered the skull in a manner in which Connig's combat experience told him would be fatal but only after minutes of agony. The contraption was meant to slice through mostly flesh and some bone but the Lord Regent's skull had slowed the blade's momentum to only penetrate partway into his head.

	Walking around, to look at the face, Connig saw Virgio's final expression was one of pain and perhaps a little outrage thrown in. He never liked it when things didn't go his way.

	"He...he was doing things to me and then..." Selinda stammered.

	"And then you killed him," Connig finished before calling to the private to enter.

	The younger man gaped at the scene before focusing on what his captain was saying.

	"The Lord Regent was alive when he was left in this room with you and now he is dead by violence," Connig intoned. "Only you could have done this."

	"But I..."

	"The Iron Laws of succession are clear," Connig stated with authority.

	The private heard movement as a handful of the Lord Regent's advisors - men and women who had served several regents before Virgio - shuffled into the room. Had they been waiting? Then he heard Connig complete his recitation of the Iron Law for this circumstance. 

	Watching the others, the private joined them in kneeling. Then he pledged his loyalty to the confused young Lady Regent.

	Thanks to her tutor, Selinda had learned to write her name in the two whirlwind days following the end of her torment. She had just written it again - not for practice but on the Senate document that put an end to the Iron Laws. That would take effect immediately but would not rescind the most recent succession.

	Now she walked into a room that contained a balcony overlooking the square in front of the palace. This was to be her first public appearance and her advisors had informed her that her subjects were eager to cast their eyes upon their new ruler.

	She paused for a moment, wishing she was back on the street selling wildflowers like she had done in much simpler days. Touching her hair, she felt the white flowers like those she had worn her first night in the palace. But this time, there would be no bad ending to them.

	When she stepped out onto the balcony, she saw throngs of people waiting below. But there were multitudes of colors she knew well - they were all holding or wearing the flowers she loved the best. 

	She turned and looked at the Captain of the Guard who stood behind her as a reassuring presence. When one side of his mouth quirked upward, she knew he was behind the flower display. She smiled broadly and kept that expression as she turned back and waved at the assembled multitude. Their cheers reverberated.

	Connig nodded at the adulation the little Lady Regent was receiving. The crown, only used on the most formal of occasions, had been padded to fit her head but it made  her look even smaller and a bit fragile. However her years as an orphan had given her a resiliency that was now serving her well. He knew she could never forget the horrors committed but neither he nor the other close advisors had seen anything that indicated any sort of madness. 

	She had spells of silence but Connig had seen - and experienced - such moments after several bloody battles before joining the guards. But when several children of some high-ranking officials were brought in to visit Selinda yesterday, it hadn't taken long before she was racing down the polished marble floors with them before they all dropped to their bottoms and slid wildly on the gleaming surfaces in a riot of laughter.

	It was most un-Regent-like of her and those watching heartily approved.

	Now Connig stood behind her in his dress uniform with the medals gleaming. The handle of the dagger in the scabbard on his belt also shone brightly. It was only ceremonial and he had never actually used it before until recently. But he thought it a fitting tool to use that one day - not on any flesh but on a piece of rope in one of the late Lord Regent's contraptions from the now dismantled "toy room".


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