The heavy oak door of the King's private chambers slammed shut with a finality that sounded like the sealing of a tomb.Her clothes was been torn down by jungkook.

Jungkook shoved Y/N forward, his massive hand between her shoulder blades, propelling her toward the bed with a force that sent her stumbling.

She caught herself on the edge of the mattress, her naked body trembling violently, her skin prickling with gooseflesh in the cool night air.

"On the bed," he commanded, his voice a low growl of anticipation. "On your stomach. Now."

Y/N scrambled onto the silk sheets, her limbs weak and uncooperative, her sobs already beginning—wet, hiccupping sounds that filled the chamber. She lay flat, pressing her face into the pillow, her bare ass exposed and vulnerable, her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt at protection. She knew what was coming. She could feel it in the way he stared at her, his gaze like hot oil dripping down her spine.

Jungkook approached the bed slowly, savoring the sight of her—naked, broken, completely at his mercy. He stood beside the mattress, rolling up the sleeves of his royal robes, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric. He raised his hand.

The first spank landed with a sharp crackthat echoed through the room.

"One!" he barked. "Count them, little bride. Every fucking one."

"O-one," Y/N whimpered into the pillow, her voice muffled and broken.

Crack.

"Two!"

"Two..."

He established a rhythm—brutal, methodical, relentless. His large palm came down again and again on her soft, pale buttocks, each impact sending ripples through her flesh, turning her skin from white to pink to angry red. The sound filled the chamber—smack, smack, smack—wet and sharp, punctuated by her choked sobs and the numbers she was forced to scream.

"Twenty... thirty... forty..."

By fifty, she was screaming each number, her voice raw, her ass burning like fire. Jungkook paused to admire his work, watching her buttocks jiggle and bounce, the skin hot and flushed under his touch. He ran his hand over the heated flesh, feeling the warmth radiating from her punished skin.

"Fifty more," he growled. "And if you miss a count, we start over."

Crack. Crack. Crack.

"Fifty-one! Fifty-two! Fifty-three!"

Her voice became a ragged shriek as he neared one hundred, her body convulsing with each impact, her hands clawing at the sheets. When he finally delivered the hundredth blow—a devastating smack that left his handprint blooming like a crimson flower on her right cheek—she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably, her ass throbbing and swollen.

But he wasn't finished.

Jungkook grabbed her hips and jerked her upward, pulling her onto her knees so her face remained pressed to the mattress while her ass lifted high, presented like an offering. He spread her buttocks with his rough thumbs, exposing her most intimate, forbidden entrance—the tight, puckered hole that clenched in terrified protest.

"No," Y/N choked out, her voice hysterical. "Father-in-law, please... not there... please... I've never..."

"Shut up," he snarled.

He reached for a crystal decanter on the bedside table—expensive oils imported from the East—and poured a stream of the warm liquid directly onto her exposed asshole. She gasped at the sensation, the oil running down her cleft, coating her forbidden entrance until it glistened in the candlelight. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, sickeningly sweet.

Jungkook leaned down, his face inches from her spread cheeks, and pressed his lips to her burning flesh. He kissed her buttocks—wet, open-mouthed kisses that made her skin crawl—while his hands kneaded the sore, spanked flesh harshly, his fingers digging into the bruises he had created, moulding and shaping her pliant flesh with brutal possessiveness.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her skin, his tongue tracing the cleft. "This fat ass is perfect for breaking in."

He positioned himself behind her, his massive erection throbbing and heavy, the tip already leaking. He pressed the thick head against her oiled entrance, feeling the tight ring of muscle resist him. Y/N went rigid, her whole body tensing, her fingers tearing at the silk sheets.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely human. "It's too big... it'll tear me... please, Your Majesty..."

"Quite ," Jungkook growled.

With one brutal, relentless thrust, he forced his way inside her puckered hole.

The scream that tore from Y/N's throat was inhuman—a raw, guttural shriek of agony that seemed to shake the walls. Her back arched violently, her head snapping back, her mouth open in a silent scream as he stretched her virgin entrance around his girth. It burned—God, it burned like fire, like being torn in two, like white-hot knives slicing through her most delicate flesh.

"Fuck," Jungkook roared, his head falling back, his eyes rolling in ecstasy. "So fucking tight... like a vice... squeezing my cock like a good little whore."

He began to thrust—hard, savage strokes that slammed his hips against her bruised buttocks, driving himself deeper with each push. The wet, obscene sounds of his entry filled the room—slap, slap, slap—flesh meeting flesh, oil squelching, her screams providing the soundtrack to his pleasure.

"Take it," he snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Take your King's cock in your shithole. This is what you're made for—to be my fucktoy, my cumdump. Look at you, crying like a bitch while I ruin this tight ass."

He pounded into her relentlessly, his heavy balls slapping against her wet pussy with each thrust, his fingers digging into her hips to hold her still as she thrashed and trembled beneath him. The vulgarity of his words—shithole, cumdump, fucktoy—washed over her like filthy water, degrading her further with each syllable.

"Your ass is mine," he grunted, his pace increasing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I'm going to stretch this hole until it gapes for me. Until you can't shit without thinking of my cock."

For an hour—a torturous, endless hour—he sodomized her, changing angles, pulling her hair to arch her back, forcing her to rock back onto him while he called her every filthy name he could conjure. Her screams faded into hoarse whimpers, her body going limp, her face wet with tears and snot as he used her most intimate entrance for his pleasure.

When he finally came, it was with a roar that seemed to come from the depths of hell. He slammed deep and held, his cock pulsing, flooding her bowels with thick, hot seed. She felt every spurt—vile, degrading, marking her from the inside as his property. He stayed buried in her for long moments, his chest heaving, his hands still gripping her bruised hips.

"Filled you up," he panted, pulling out with a wet sound. "My cum leaking out of your ruined asshole."

But he was not done.

Jungkook flipped her onto her back, ignoring her weak protests, her body limp and trembling. He straddled her chest, his cock—still hard, still glistening with oil and his own seed—hovering above her breasts. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them together around his shaft, and began to thrust between them, fucking her boobies with brutal force.

The head of his cock emerged from between her breasts with each thrust, smearing precum and cum across her chest, the smell of sex and sweat and degradation filling her nostrils. She gagged, her stomach heaving, the sensation of being used so completely, so thoroughly, making her want to vomit. He gripped her bruised nipples, pinching them as he rutted between her breasts, his eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face.

"Look at you," he sneered, his hips pumping faster. "Disgusted by your King's cock? You should be grateful I'm using you, you worthless cunt."

He came again, shooting thick ropes of semen across her chest, her neck, her chin—marking her skin with his seed until she was glazed and dripping.

Still, he was not satisfied.

Jungkook moved down her body, his mouth finding her pussy. He sucked at her hole with obscene hunger, his tongue plunging inside, lapping at her clit with relentless pressure. He feasted on her until she came again—unwilling, despairing—her hips bucking against his face as he drank her arousal.

Then he rose, his face glistening with her essence, his cock still erect and demanding.

He grabbed her chin with bruising force, his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. His eyes burned into hers—black, predatory, insatiable.

"Suck the King's dick," he commanded, his voice guttural and thick with lust.

Y/N froze, her eyes widening in horror. She shook her head frantically, trying to turn away, but his grip was iron.

"No," she screamed, her voice cracking. "No, please... not that... I can't..."

He slapped her—hard—across the face. Her head snapped sideways, her vision exploding with stars, her cheek burning.

"Open your fucking mouth," he snarled.

He forced her head down, his hand gripping her hair, his other hand guiding his cock—thick, heavy, smelling of her ass and his cum—to her lips. He pressed against her sealed mouth, grinding his hips, his precum smearing across her lips.

"Take it," he growled. "Take your King's cock down your throat or I'll beat you until you can't walk."

When she didn't immediately comply, he gripped her neck with his free hand, squeezing just enough to cut off her air, forcing her mouth open in a gasp. He seized the opportunity, thrusting forward, forcing his thick shaft past her lips, over her tongue, filling her mouth with his taste—salty, bitter, vile.

He held her there, her nose pressed against his pubic hair, his cock buried in her throat, cutting off her air. She gagged violently, her throat convulsing around him, tears streaming down her face as she choked. He groaned in pleasure, feeling her throat muscles contract around his sensitive head.

"That's it," he purred, beginning to thrust. "Choke on it. Let me feel that throat squeeze my cock. You're just a warm hole for me to use—ass, cunt, mouth, it doesn't matter. You're my property."

He fucked her face with the same brutality he had used on her other holes—deep, punishing thrusts that made her gag and retch, his hands controlling her head like a puppet, using her mouth for his pleasure while she sobbed and choked around him, her body trembling, her spirit finally, completely shattered.

"Swallow it all," he commanded, his pace quickening, his balls tightening. "Every drop, you little whore. Take your King's seed like the cumdump you are."

And as he exploded down her throat, forcing her to swallow his essence, Y/N closed her eyes and prayed for death, knowing that in Jungkook's kingdom, there would be no salvation—only endless, vulgar, degrading use until he grew tired of her broken body.