Chapter 6 - A Second Dessert

Prince James' words echoed sharply in the barren room, commanding a second dessert. His gaze locked onto Andrea with an unsettling intensity, his eyes ravenous but not for the food. "Eat," he demanded, a single, harsh command.

"I... I can't eat anymore," she countered, her voice barely a whisper against his stark authority.

The prince's response was swift and dark. "Eat, or I'll fucking make you," he threatened, the malice in his voice chilling her to the bone.

Tears welled up in her eyes, yet Andrea steeled herself, grasping the spoon tightly. A strange craving gnawed at her insides, compelling her to comply. With every reluctant bite, she felt her belly swell slightly, the soft fabric of her shirt rising to expose her slightly tanned skin.

She attempted to push the plate away, her stomach churning from the decadent chocolate cake, but the prince was quick to stop her. "No, Andrea, finish it."

Without asking for permission, his hands moved to her exposed belly, tracing the faint stretch marks and the roundness of her flesh. His lips planted soft kisses on her skin, a grotesque act that was both invasive and surprisingly stirring. His muttered words echoed in the room, a perverse litany, "So soft...so big...fuck, it's so fucking big...so fucking soft..."

As he worshipped her belly, his other hand moved to his pants, his movements becoming more frantic, his breath growing ragged. "God, your belly... it's fucking perfect… so vast… so giving…" His voice choked on the last words as he found his release.

After he climaxed, he pulled away from her, a disgusted look overtaking his features. "You're nothing but a fat whore," he spat, before abruptly leaving the room.

In the wake of his departure, a guard entered, ushering Andrea to her quarters without a word. That night, as she lay awake, her skin still tingling from the prince's touch, she was left with a strange yearning. The taste of the rich dessert lingered on her tongue, an unexplained hunger gnawing at her.

Andrea was trapped in a twisted game, a pawn in the prince's macabre fantasy, unaware that the dessert held a secret ingredient. A drug designed to fuel her cravings, to make her body succumb to the prince's dark desires, and to make her a willing participant in his disturbing obsession.