Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner
Chapter 304 – Learning About the Slave

*** Alzi ***

"Well, put this up against his asshole instead," I say, holding out the new rusty sword. "Let us get to know and understand each other better."

My slave struggles to keep her hand from grabbing the sword, but I know the collar won't let her stop. She has no choice in the matter anymore; her hand takes the heavy sword from me. The sword shakes on its way to that useless hole. The ant is smart and lets everything happen. But I should make sure the ant doesn't think they can run off or something. An ant should only be able to listen to their Queen.

"Ant," I say. "Stay still. Don't move." It doesn't respond. Does it not understand? "You are an ant. When I say ant respond you fucking worthless piece of shit. Do you understand?" His arm just shakes, and I'm sure he's trying to break his teeth, but he'll give in. "I had a collar on for almost ten years, so I can promise you this: you will submit and give in. That is the whole point of the collar. Your life is mine now. You are an ant. You are what I tell you are. So respond or I'll have you walking around with a sword up your pathetic ass for the rest of your sad worthless life. When I say ant I am referring to you. Answer me, or do you want a sword to start taking body parts? Respond with 'yes, Mistress.' Do. Not. Move. Ant."

"Yes, Mistress," the ant finally spits out. The sword will work on that attitude.

"Now, bitch, you will be helping this ant understand its position while we get to know each other. Whenever you say 'yes', you are to push the sword deeper. When you answer 'no,' you pull it out some. If you ever pull it out more than you push it in, you are to push the entire sword in. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," my bitch says, tears already mark her stupid face. She does wise up and just pushes the sword in a bit. I was hoping she wouldn't catch on this first time. The ant whimpers as some blood drips out of that small hole. Have fun, idiot.

"Good job," I say, moving up and pressing into her back so I can whisper into her ear and touch everything that is mine now. "Do you love the ant?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Sad. Such a worthless being, and you love it. You love an ant. Say it."

"I love an ant."

"Don't worry I won't make you take that pathetic cock. No. I'll let you satisfy a real cock, my cock." I run my hand over her slim belly, likely the last time it will ever look like this. No, she'll have some nights before I mindlessly torture her personally. "Why aren't you thanking your Mistress? She is going to let you carry her kids. Or do you want this worthless ant's kids?"

"Yes, Mistress. I want to carry his kids," the bitch says, pushing the blade farther in.

"His? Who do you refer to? You need to refer to me as Mistress, and there isn't another man in the room."

"The ant's kids. I wish to carry the ant's kids."

"Sad. Why would you want kids with someone as worthless as this thing? Stuck up, weak, rude, slave. You haven't seen my new body yet, but so many Goddesses want a piece of me. You don't think that is better? No, no, you just think you aren't worthy to carry my kids. That has to be it. You wouldn't really want to carry an ant's kid, right?"

"I love the ant, Mistress."

"Oh, I didn't know you liked ants that much. Do you hear that ant? She loves ants. Don't worry bitch. I'll make sure your room has a few ant hills around, and I can work on letting you become their Queen, laying eggs for their colony. I'm going to be the Queen of a lot of nations, I'm told. I'm sure one has someone is working on letting elves breed with ants, or I can pay someone to do the work. I'll help you find a more worthy ant."

"No, Mistress. Please. I do not love ants." The bitch is careful with the sword, hardly moving it out. It may be better for her to just keep it in so the bleeding isn't as bad. But why ruin the fun?

"You said you wanted the ant's children. Do you want to have a kid with an ant or not?" I ask, my hand makes it to her thighs. Oh, how they tremble under her mistress's touch. Will these two curse me or their mistakes?

"Yes, Mistress," the Bitch says. "I did say that. But I do not want to have a kid with any ant, but the ant that has a sword up their ass."

"This thing?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Over me? You can see this things cock and it is hardly worth anything. I'm better in bed, I'm stronger, I'm nicer. What does this ant have that I don't?"

"My Love, Mistress."

"Oh? You love this ant. Truly love it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Is that why you let it rape me? Is that why you tried to kill Mai? Is that why you helped Esiyae kidnap me? Is that why you let a fucking ant torture me?" I say. Maybe I shouldn't give someone this stupid my kids. I should see if I can make a womb barren and let her know that every time she has to sit on my cock it is purely for my pleasure. That every act is just for me to feel joy and her pain. "Answer each individually."

"No, Mistress. I didn't let him rape you because I loved..."

"Ant bitch. Mess it up again and I'll force that sword down to the hilt and rape you as the ant dies out. If you get me to finish fast enough, I may just heal the ant. Then every week I'll fill you with another kid. So every week for the rest of your life, you'll give birth to a child of mine. Every week working to please me before this shit bleeds out. It is an ant, and you will remember that without the collar helping you. You will greet him every time you see him, calling him a worthless ant."

"Yes, Mistress," she chokes out. Her whole body is shaking. Whether that is from fighting the collar, or fear, or sadness, I don't know or care. I just love feeling her shudder. To feel a fraction of what she let that ant put me through. To understand, she should've done something differently. "I didn't let the ant rape you because I loved the ant. I did it because you were a slave, and it didn't matter. No, I didn't try to kill Mai because I loved the ant. I did that because I was paid to do it. No, I did help Princess..."

"She isn't a Princess. She is a dying bitch that is going to have to beg me to survive till her labor and then beg again for me to keep her alive through it. Most likely, she'll be dead by the end of the week. Your Queendom is a playground for me and Elora. Understand your position. Just as you let the ant rape me because I'm a slave I can do with you as you are a slave. I can put you out on the street naked, force to beg everyone that passes you to rape you and then you would thank them afterwards with a smile."

"Yes, Mistress. I did it in loyalty to the failed Queendom. No, I let the ant torture you because you were a slave."

"Well, seems you believe a slave can have anything happen to them and they can't complain. Is that right? Is that what you believed?"

"Yes, Mistress. That is what I believed."

"Good. Push the sword in up to the hilt, and then knock the ant over with your foot and tell the ant how worthless the ant is. A slave to one the ant once called worthless." This command she fights—a sad fight. I'll win out. The collar always wins out.

I feel my tail get wrapped up, and Yuki pushes into my back. Her lips softly kiss the back of my neck, her hand running through my hair as the other pats over my womb. "Alzi."

"You said they are mine. Don't..."

"No, no. That is not what I was going to say. They are yours to do with. I forced her to watch one of her wives die. I have no problem with her killing the ant. No, I just want to make sure you are ok. I know you don't believe me, and I understand why. But I love you, and I know you love a number of your wives. We care about you and want you to be happy. That is all. Is it ok if I stay like this? Please."

"Ok," I say. It is calming having her tails wrapped around mine, and her body is so soft. "Thank you." Don't you dare come now, tears! I'm not sad. I'm not sad. I'm not sad. Please.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" finally comes as the collar wins. The sword easily pierce through the ant, clicking against the floor before it fully enters the ass. The bitch at least quickly kicks him over.

"Yes, Mistress," she finally says, after she's completed the act. I can let one slide, I suppose.

"Yuki," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Do you have a dull knife?"

"Yes, my love," Yuki says, holding out a butter knife instead of rubbing my womb.

"Do you have a sharp knife?"

"Yes."

"Slave pick."

"Sharp."

"I didn't give the options yet. I'm going to give you a choice. More than you worms ever deserve, but I'm feeling kind. Every day, you will try to cut the ant's balls off with one of the knives. Truly trying to cut them off. They will never be healed, and you can make more than one cut if you like. If you pick the dull knife, you can try to carry the ant's kid. But you will have to draw blood with it today, or I won't heal the ant from his current wound you gave him. Or you can use the sharp knife right now. Just a single cut today, and I'll heal the ant. Once the ant's bulls are off, you will not be able to have sex with the ant."

"What are these choices, Mistress?"

"Thank you should've been the first words out of your mouth. Try again."

"If I pick dull, he'll die here."

"Answer."

"Sharp."

"Take the knife and cut the ant's balls. Make it a good clean cut that you believe will take the ant's balls off."

"Yes, Mistress."

The knife shimmers right before she takes it. Does Yuki want them to fall off now, or does she want it to be a slow and painful experience?

The bitch clearly thinks it was to make sure they fell off, she pulls the pathetic sack taught and steadies the knife at the base. A clean motion, but it doesn't force them all the way off; they're dangling amongst all the blood, still barely attached.

"You made that happen!" she cries out. "Why!? Just let them fall!"

"Yuki can you get the sword out of his ass? Kind of hard to heal the wound with it still in."

"Of course, my love."

Yuki must want some payment for the trouble of collecting them as she forces the hilt through the ant's body instead of taking it out cleanly. My slave is shaking with its balls in her hand. She knows she has to finish the cut; they'll just hurt him like this. But she can't do it. Not yet.

Whatever. I heal the damage the sword did wait for the bitch to finish.

With Osanna here, I should ask if she has an extra painful cage to put on him.

"Alzi," Mai says. "Are you sure you're ok? This isn't like you."

"I'm fine," I say. "Happy. The ant raped me. Over and over again, the ant did it. This is hardly anything compared to that.