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The Last Confessor Episode 43

Posted by Hedowho on 21 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 43

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

“My king, you can give her another punishment but please don’t kill her – please pity for her poor mother who’s gonna be sad and depressed if she finds out that her only child is dead.

Please reconsider your punishment. And perhaps, I didn’t die.” Isabelle suddenly voiced out.
The king thought he had heard wrongly but Isabelle walked from where she stood and went to kneel before the king.

“Please my king, have mercy on her. You can punish her but please don’t kill her.” Isabelle begged again with her head bowed and her hands clasped together.

The maids were really shocked and speechless.

“She almost died because of Naya’s jealousy and she wants the king not to kill her? Woah!” A maid, Agatha whispered to Mia who looked rather shocked too.

They weren’t expecting such benevolence from the confessor not after when Naya almost took her life.

“It’s surprising you know. I didn’t expect such from her.” Mia whispered back, shaking her head.

King Ceasar stared at the confessor and a smirk formed on his cold face.

“Are you sure of what you’re saying because you’re gonna pay a price.” The king’s cold voice made Isabelle shiver.

What price?
Why would she want to pay a price for the wrong that she didn’t do.

“I’ll do whatever you ask from me my king.” Isabelle gulped down nervously with her head still bowed.

“Then, I’ll spare her but she wouldn’t go unpunished either. I’ll think of a suitable punishment for her.” He said and Isabelle nodded her head.

“Guard! Throw Naya in the dungeon for the mean time before I come up with a punishment for her.” King Ceasar ordered.
One of the guards bowed and walked out of the hall.

Isabelle stood up and went back to stand where she was standing before.

“Now, aside that, there’s another poison situation. Now, who was the accomplice to Salome to poison me?” The king asked, his voice hard and cold.

“I know the Salome is an impostor and she couldn’t have been able to poison me without the aid of a maid in the palace. Now, I’m gonna ask again, who was the accomplice to the impostor?” The king asked, more louder this time.

The maids shook with fear as no one was able to say anything. They all looked innocent and no one was willing to speak.

“Okay. Guards! Take all the maids and chefs away and put them in the torture room except the confessor.” The king ordered and about ten guards walked in, with their faces hard as a rock and it was as if it was an abomination to smile.

They looked frightening.

“My king, please I’m innocent.” Some maids cried out as they were being led away.

Their cries filled the hall and they tried to struggle with the guards but they were no match for them.

Isabelle just stood rooted on her spot with her head bowed. The only person she felt pity for was Mia.

She wished she could help Mia but it was not in her power to do anything.

“Confessor, to my room now.” The king ordered sternly and started towards the door.
Isabelle bowed and timidly walked behind the king with her hands behind her back.

Her heart was thumping loudly and she was scared that the king might hear it.

What does the king want with her now?

They got into the king’s room and Isabelle quickly went on her knees while the king pulled off his royal garment.

“Your punishment is that, I’m gonna do anything I want with your body all through the night.” The king said, his back against Isabelle.

Isabelle’s jaw dropped as she stared at the king’s back.

“But my king…I’m still recovering and…I’m not strong enough… even the doctor said so.” Isabelle stuttered nervously.
What’s with the king and her body?

The next thing she heard and felt, was a loud stinging and resounding slap on her cheek.

She gasped loudly.
The king had smacked her hard and it hurts a lot.

“Don’t you dare open your mouth to oppose whatever I say.” The king groaned and gripped her hard by her hair.

“Ouch.” Isabelle winced at the excruciating pain she was feeling on her scalp.

“My king, you’re hurting me.” She winced loudly, trying her best not to cry but the king’s gripped only tightened.

“Now, I’m gonna have you as I like all through the night and you have nothing to say about it. You’re mine, I own you and I can do whatever I want to do and you have no f*cking say about it.” He said harshly and pulled her away roughly.

“Okay my king.” Isabelle managed to say soothing her hurting scalp.

She took her gaze from the floor when she started hearing zipper sounds.
She saw the king unzipped his trouser and she quickly bent her head.

What’s the king doing? She screamed in her mind.

“Over here.” The king ordered and Isabelle slowly walked up to him where he sat on his bed.
He was just with his brief on.

“Now, you’re gonna pleasure me with your mouth.” King Ceasar grunted lowly.
Isabelle swallowed nothing as she stared at her hands feeling bashful to stare at the king.

He pulled her hands to touch his d*ck and it made Isabelle to shudder. It was so thick and long.

“Have you heard of the word BJ before?” He asked with a taunting smirk.

Isabelle shook her head negatively.
“No my king.” She said innocently.

“I forgot, you’re a novice. Now, you’re gonna stroke my d*ck and after that, you place it in your mouth and suck it.” The king lectured and Isabelle’s face grew hot and she didn’t know why.

What the king had said, it sounded weird to her.

“Now, get to work!” The king’s voice jolted her out of her reverie.

She slowly and bashfully went on her knees and brought out the king’s d*ck from his brief and get hands shook.

It was all new to her and she felt really shy touching the king’s d*ck and even staring at it.

It was thick, long and cold.

She started to stroke it slowly like the king had instructed and soon, it was erected and hardened.

“In your mouth now.” He groaned.

Isabelle hesitated and the next thing she felt was a stinging and painful slap on her cheek.

Again?
“Don’t let me repeat myself again and make sure you don’t hesitate before you carry out any of my command.” He grunted out.

Without waisting time so as not to receive another painful slap, Isabelle quickly put the king’s hardened d*ck in her mouth while he pushed all his length into her mouth that it hit the back of her throat. She was almost choking as she couldn’t breath well.

The king noticed it and pulled a little out of her mouth and Isabelle sighed in relief.

Just like the king had told her, she started sucking it slowly and she felt really weird.

She stroked his d*ck as she sucked it hard. The king grunted in ecstacy as she continued to do it.

He spilled his seed into her mouth and she was about spitting it out when the king voice ordered her to take it in and she did.

She swallowed down every of his c*m inside her throat.

She continued to pleasure the king with her mouth and soon, she started to enjoy it. The king made guttural sounds as the ecstacy was too much.
Isabelle was doing better now.

For the second time, he spilled his seed into her and she didn’t need the king to tell her to gulp it down.

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“Now strip! Lay on the bed on fours.” The king instructed. Isabelle quickly and hastily started undressing and when she was finally done, she climbed onto the bed and laid on her fours.

Her ass was facing the king and her face reddened. The king was staring at her ass directly.

She heard ruffling of clothes but she didn’t turn to look because she knew the king was getting undressed.

Soon, she felt the bed sink a little and felt the king behind her.

He spanked her butt and squeezed her boobs while she moaned a little not even sure if the sound had come out from her own mouth.

The king placed his erected d*ck in her butt hole and she shrieked and finally, he pushed in his full size, making Isabelle to scream out her lungs in pain.

“Oh my God! Argh!” She cried out in pain but the king only plunged in deeper into her.

He banged her hard with his hand yanking her hair so badly.

The pain was excruciating painful and Isabelle felt her butt hole splitting into two.

She cried and begged the king to stop but he didn’t. It was as if a demon had possessed him because of how rough he was.

Suddenly, Isabelle fell flat on the bed and the king noticed she wasn’t crying or even moving again.

He turned to have a proper look on her and found perspiration all over her face and she looked extremely tired.

“Isabelle!” The king called but there was no answer.
“Isabelle!” He called loudly again and tapped her but she didn’t move and then, it dawned on him that she had passed out.

Instantly, he felt so guilty. He should have stopped when she begged him to.

Oh, what has he done? He lamented.
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TBC………….😍💋💖
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King Ceasar wants to kill somebody’s daughter because of sk o🤦
But wait, did the king just feel guilty? 😏

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