A King, In Name Only - Chapter Two

Chapter Two- A New Day Dawns

Rem awoke from his fitful nights sleep, still unaware that he was the luckiest of the three royal siblings. It took him several minutes to realize where he was and to remember the events of the previous day. Tears filled his eyes briefly but were soon replaced by a greater need. He had to pee badly. And he had to relieve the cramps that now gripped his bowels. He eyed the filthy bucket as he dreaded the thought of venturing out from under the small amount of warmth provided by his grubby blanket. But the urge only got worse as he lay there. His small cock was swollen into erection by his need.

Slowly he slid out from under the blanket and placed his bare feet on the icy stone floor. He scratched at the red marks that were dotted randomly over his body. A gift from the fleas that inhabited the filthy mattress. He eyed several larger red marks on his toes. A gift from the rodents that scurried about the room in the dark. He stood up and walked the few steps to the bucket. He curled up his nose in disgust. Turning his back, he squatted, positioning his smooth round butt over the pail and grunted. He sighed as his bowels released their load, splashing into the pee at the bottom. He pushed his stiff rod downwards, with some difficulty, and added his urine to the disgusting mix.

A he was finishing his morning toilet, he heard the door being unbolted. The door opened and the two servants who had brought him here walked in.

"I see the Prince shits just like the rest of us," one laughed to the other.

"Yeah, and smells just as bad, too," the other replied.

Suddenly, Rem realized he had no way of cleaning the mess that now clung between the cheeks of his bum.

"Please, may I have a rag and some water," he asked, directing his question to the older of the two servants.

"You'll bloody well have to wait to clean your lovely royal arse," the man replied with a sneer. "Now get on your feet and fetch the bucket with you."

Rem was used to having someone clean up after he relieved himself. He was also used to cleaning his smooth bottom with clean cloths and scented water. Hopefully, he would get a chance to wash soon as the shit was already making his hole itch.

Rem was directed to pick up the smelly bucket and follow the two men. As he stood up and took the pail, he realized that his tunic left his backside and his penis almost exposed. Once again, his face turned red.

"Come on you silly little tart," the servant demanded. "We haven't got all day. You have chores to do."

With that, the two men strode out of the room, with Rem bringing up the rear. He was glad to be bringing up the rear where no one could see his partial nakedness.

After about ten minutes of travelling the empty stairs and hallways, the procession entered the kitchen. A huge fat lady appeared before the two servants. Rem knew her as Eliza, the witch who ran the kitchen. She was known throughout the castle as a stern task master who meted out severe punishments to anyone she felt was slacking off.

"What are you doing bringing that smelly bucket into my clean kitchen," Eliza roared. "Now get it the hell out of here."

All heads in the kitchen turned to stare in Rem's direction. His face blushed redder as he realized that some of the serving girls could probably see what was barely covered by his short tunic.

"Sorry, miss," the older servant apologized.

They dragged Rem to the doorway that led outside. Rem was relieved to get away from the staring faces.

"Dump your shit over there," the servant said, pointing to a fly covered pile of human waste about ten meters away.

Rem did as he was told. The pile stunk badly. He steered clear of the rivulets of smelly liquid that ran from the pile; almost gagging as he added his waste to the heap.

"Now go over there and wash it," the servant demanded.

Rem looked at the large trough of water. He dipped his pail into the water and swirled it around.

"No, No!" the servant shouted. "You'll never clean it that way. Use your hands. And clean your filthy backside while your at it."

With a look of disgust on his face, Rem gingerly began scrubbing the crusty bucket with his fingers. It took almost ten minutes, but he finally manage to get it to an almost clean state. Then he proceeded to use his wet hands to clean his bum. The water was very cold and the task disgusting, but he was glad to get the mess off of himself. There was nothing to dry with, so he had to leave his bottom wet and dripping. It was rather chilly, but at least it was clean.

"There, that didn't kill your highness, did it now," the man said with a huge grin on his face. "Now get a move on. We have meals to serve."

Suddenly Rem was aware of the pangs of hunger that gripped his mid-section. He had not eaten since yesterday morning.

"Please sir," he said to the servant, "when do I eat."

"Sir, am I?" the servant said. "Oh, I do like that. Well, your high and mightiness, you will eat when your work is done."

Once again in the kitchen, Rem was handed a large wooden tray. There were several wooden bowls on it covered with cloths. The tray was very heavy for an eleven year old and Rem feared that he might drop it and be punished. One of the kitchen girls took a smaller wooden bowl and went to a bucket in the corner. She scooped something out of the bucket and deposited it in the bowl. She carried it to Rem and placed it on the tray. Rem remembered that the bucket she had taken the material from was the slops bucket. Throughout the day, uneaten food was added to it for eventual feeding to the livestock. He did not know who the bowl was for, but he was glad it was not for him.

"O.K. Let's get moving. King Meglis awaits," the servant ordered.

The procession left the kitchen. As they did several of the serving girls pointed and giggled at the royal bottom. Due to the position of the heavy tray, the back of Rem's tunic had lifted up to expose his rounded bum cheeks. As Rem realized it, he shuddered and blushed.

Rem recognized the route they were taking. It led to the suite that his father had occupied. The thought of his father brought tears to his eyes. If only he were still alive. None of this would be happening.

Reaching the door to the royal bedchamber, the servant knocked. Rem heard a voice that he recognized as Cain's, bidding them to enter. As Rem walked in behind the last servant, he almost dropped the tray. His eyes filled with tears at the sight of his sweet sister, lying in his father's former bed next to his uncle. He could not imagine why Marantha would be sharing a bed with this evil man.

As Rem looked closer, he realized that Marantha was crying. She was obviously not here by her own choice.

"Step forward and serve his majesty," Cain said, motioning to Rem.

The boy walked carefully to the bed. Cain motioned him to the side next to Meglis. Cain picked up the cloth covered bowls and placed them on a stand next to Meglis. Meglis made no move to help himself to the food.

"Now feed your sister," Cain said with a smile. "She is probably hungry after what she has been through."

Rem carried the tray to her side of the bed. As he reached it, he realized that Marantha's body, covered only by a thin sheet, was probably naked. He held the tray out and Marantha took the remaining bowl. Rem wanted to warn her about the source of its contents, but he could not bring himself to speak. He was shaking badly as thoughts of what Meglis might have done to his sister raced through his head.

Rem was ordered to stand at the foot of the bed as Meglis finally started to eat. Marantha picked something from her bowl and placed it in her mouth. She immediately gagged and spit it out.

"Come, come, my dear," Meglis said. "You must eat so that you will be strong enough to deliver our child."

Rem could not imagine what that meant. He watched as his sister stared at the bowl.

"If you do not eat, my dear, we will have to punish your poor little brother," Meglis continued. "After all, I could not punish you in your rather delicate condition."

Marantha looked at Rem and then started to eat. It was a slow process and she gagged many times before she emptied the bowl. As she ate, Meglis consumed his meal as well. Meanwhile, the tray in Rem's hands was becoming heavier and heavier. He feared that he would drop it if he had to stand here much longer.

As Meglis finished, Cain handed his master a clean, damp cloth with which to wash his hands and face. The empty bowls were then returned to the tray - adding still further to Rem's distress.

"It seems we will have one more task for the young Prince before he leaves us," Meglis said, looking at Rem. "You see, your sister and I have shared this bed and the result is - well - somewhat of a bloody mess."

With his last word, Meglis ripped the sheet from Marantha's naked body. She shrieked as she was exposed for all to see. Rem could clearly see the bloody mess on the sheets and between his sisters legs. At first he thought she had been wounded somehow. He almost cried out in anguish.

"Oh, my sweet nephew is distressed. But, do not fear. Your sister is not injured. Well, at least not fatally. I know you are an innocent, my child. So, I will explain," Meglis continued.

With that, he leaned over and forced Marantha's legs wide apart.

"You see, when a man wishes to have a child with a woman, he places his penis between her legs. By forcing it into her rancid hole, he can deposit his seed and produce a child. Of course, when it is the woman's first time, she tends to bleed a little. Do you understand, nephew?"

Rem did not understand but nodded his head anyway. The idea of Meglis forcing himself upon his sister sickened him. He wanted to kill the man he had called uncle. If only he were grown up.

"Cain, please take the tray from our little Prince," Meglis ordered. "He has to help his sister clean herself."

Cain took the tray and set it on a sideboard. He came back to Rem and pushed him to the side of the bed, beside his sister. Grasping the bottom of the boy's tunic, he whipped it up off of Rem's body before the startled boy knew what was happening. Rem shivered and tried to cover himself. He was sure Marantha had seen him naked before, but not for quite a few years. His face was beet red as he covered his small penis.

Cain grasped the naked boy under the arms. He picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, between his sister' outspread legs. Rem landed face down with his head towards his sister.

"You must clean your sister of all her blood and my master's juices," Cain ordered the frightened boy.

Rem looked at Marantha. She had tears in her eyes as did he.

"But there is nothing to clean her with," he whined, looking imploringly at his uncle.

"Your tongue lad - use your tongue," Meglis replied gleefully.

"But I can't," Rem cried.

"If you do not, you will be punished severely," Cain yelled, brandishing a wooden paddle that he had taken from the night table.

"Perhaps you need some encouragement," Cain said.

With that, he pushed Rem's face into the bed. It was now only a few inches from his sister's vaginal opening and his cheek was resting in the mixture of blood and cock juice that soiled the bedding. Cain grabbed Rem's butt and pulled it into the air. With a mighty swing, he brought the paddle crashing down onto Rem's smooth, exposed bottom.

Rem screamed as the pain shot through his body. The force of the blow pushed him forward and his head was now in his sister's wet crotch. Again, cain swung the paddle. Again Rem screamed as his butt turned crimson from the blow.

"Are you encouraged, yet?" Cain asked.

Rem looked at the dark hole between his sister's legs. He could not bear the pain. He did not know how many more times Cain would strike his upturned bum. He only knew that it hurt worse than anything in his life.

"Forgive me," he whispered as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. His tongue moved out of his mouth and he began to lick. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, he proceeded to bathe his sister's most private of parts. The taste was disgusting. He tried to block it out, but he could not. He moved his head as he licked, fighting nausea - brought on more by the vile nature of his act than the awful taste.

He did not know how long he spent cleaning his sister. It seemed an eternity. Eventually he had to open his eyes to see how his work was progressing. There was little visible evidence left of his uncle's treacherous act. He licked the last few visible spots of blood from Marantha's white legs.

Suddenly, a hand grasped his head and forced his face deep into his sister's vagina. He barely recognized Cain's voice as he snarled out for Rem to "get it all". Rem licked. His eyes tightly shut. He felt the hairs that formed his sister's small bush brushing his eyelids and forehead. Several times he had to surface for air. And at least once, he thought he heard a faint moan. Rem's mind worked hard and managed to block out most of the disgust he was feeling. Enough, at least, so that he could finish the task.

And then, it was over. Cain's hand grabbed him by the hair and he was pulled painfully free. Cain inspected the area between Marantha's legs - a look of total disgust on his face.

"I guess that is clean enough," he said, obviously not wanting to inspect any closer than he had to.

"It is now time to go and feed your brother," Cain ordered.

Cain handed Rem his short tunic and Rem pulled it over his head. Glad for even the small amount of cover it provided. He could not look into his sister's face - and she was unable to look at him. Rem stood, waiting for his orders.

As he waited, two maids entered the room. They helped the naked Marantha from the bloodied bed and covered her with a robe. She was led out of the room on wobbly legs.

"I will spare you the remaining task," King Meglis said with an evil grin.

As he spoke, he pulled the covers off of his body, revealing that he too was naked. His seven inch cock was erect.

"This, too, needs cleaning," he said. "But, for now, I will assign the task to Cain. Your turn will come another day, my sweet nephew."

Cain looked at his master's cock in disgust. Normally, he liked nothing better than to suck the royal rod. But not when it was liberally coated in cunt juice and virgin blood. He sighed, knowing that he had no choice.

Rem was truly shocked as he saw the sixteen year old's mouth close over the King's swollen member. He watched as the boy began to clean it with his mouth. Rem shuddered, silently thanking his god that he did not have to perform this task.

The older servant tapped Rem on the shoulder and motioned for Rem to pick up the tray. The dirty dishes were soon placed upon it. Without disturbing the two lovers on the bed, they quietly exited the room and returned to the kitchen. As they went, Rem almost threw up as he recalled what he had just done.

After seeing how his sister had been abused, he wondered what condition he would find his brother in. He would soon find out.

Continued in Chapter Three - The Dungeon Awaits