4 comments/ 31205 views/ 14 favorites The Princess Ch. 01-02 By: Jenny_C I don't know what to expect. They call her a Princess, but I expect her to be more like a General. She must be some kind of military leader to be in charge of such an army. Several hundred women serve under her command. Her single order could move a thousand horses, dozens of wagons, not to mention all their tents, food, and provisions. When they attack, they attack with force. I've seen them decimate entire villages, leaving no one behind as witnesses. Anyone to lead such an army would need to be vicious, unforgiving, and ferocious. She certainly must have great experience given the large number of villages they pillaged so far. So despite the seemingly sweet title of "Princess," I figure her to be more like a large brute of a woman, the equivalent of the class bully. I guess her the type of woman who doesn't mind getting her hands bloodied. For the moment, I have no choice but to patiently wait for her. Her army of female soldiers has me well captured. They also have me at a distinct disadvantage. Not only stripped of my sword and shield, which would be unfortunate enough, but then they took all my clothing too. It is as though they want to make doubly sure I can't escape. They therefore strip me of literally everything I possess. Briefly, I consider an escape, but I also know I won't get far. Any man would have a difficult time outrunning one of these fit young women. And my bare feet puts me at an extra disadvantage. I can't run very fast with all the pointy rocks, needles, and thorns sticking up out of the forest floor. Plus, being naked, I will be easy to spot. They will be able to see me running between the trees. For all these reasons, I decide to wait. I am wise enough to know when to pick my battles, or at least I hope so. There will be a time. I need to be patient. __________ My quest began two weeks ago when I left camp to venture behind enemy lines to spy on our adversary. My assignment was to determine the size and disposition of the invading horde. We want to know their intentions, their home base, maybe even determine how they were being supplied. In other words, I was assigned to find a weakness, any vulnerability we could take advantage of. An army is only as strong as its weakest link, and I was sent behind enemy lines to find that link. Instead, I fell into a trap and got myself caught. I volunteered for the assignment because I considered myself the best choice: Young, strong, and able to run long distances with hardly breaking a sweat. I had training to fight with a knife, spear, club, sling, or even with my bare fists. I was even reasonably good with a crossbow, although on this mission couldn't afford to lug around such an unwieldy weapon. I needed to travel light, so left camp with a spear and a half-dozen knives. I hid them on my body to use in the case of a fight, or at least they used to be hidden. By taking all my clothing, the women soldiers also took all my weapons. They removed the knives along with everything else. I knew the mission would be dangerous, but I volunteered anyway. I considered myself the best man for the job because I knew the land. I still know it. I used to travel often through this part of the forest, so know it well. I know the location of caves and abandoned shelters for when it rains. I know the elders in some of the villages who would offer me food. I also know which villages to stay away from, and how to live off the land if needed. Certain berries can be eaten; others poisonous. I can construct makeshift traps to capture small animals. I even know streams where the fish are plentiful. The plan was for me to live off the land, travel at night, and sleep during the day. My mission was to gather information and then sneak back across to our side of the line when I was done. I was in the process of sneaking into one of their camps when I got caught. It was near morning, still dark, the sun not yet above the horizon. I was hunched low in the bushes, on the outskirts of a camp, attempting to overhear a pair of guards talk around the fire. Several times in the past I gathered valuable information this way. It always surprised me, the number of secrets a few careless guards could divulge about the intent of their commanders. This time, however, I had trouble hearing. The morning wind picked up. The rustling of the leaves drowned out their voices. When I stepped forward to position myself closer, I unknowingly stepped my foot into a loop of rope hidden beneath a layer of dead leaves and branches. No way could I see it in the dark. I never expected a trap. Before I even realized what had happened, I was lifted up into the air and was dangling upside down by one leg. My capture proved embarrassingly easy. My strength did nothing to help me. Neither did my spear or my knives. My first instinct was to grab a knife and attempt to cut the rope, but just as quickly the two guards were upon me. I attempted to swing my knife at them too, cut them if I could, fought like a wild pig as I hung upside down by the tree. Soon, however, they held both my arms. They took my knife, and then they took the rest of my knives too. I was left helpless. Two minutes later, the rest of the camp joined in. The guards yelled for help, which made the entire camp wake up. As the sun rose above the horizon, they surrounded me. There were at least a dozen female warriors in all. Cutting me down with their own knives, a pair of women held my arms out on either side as others used their knives to tear at my clothes. They stripped me first of my weapons and then of every piece of clothing I was wearing. __________ I both fear and hope for the arrival of the Princess. The fear comes from what she might do to me. The hope stems from what some of the female warriors say they want to do to me. "Let's castrate him," One of them points her spear at my groin. "His sausage and meatballs would taste good with this morning's breakfast," Another of them laughs. When they finally let go, I use my hands to hide my privates the best I can from the eyes of the leering women. It feels humiliating to be so exposed. It makes me feel vulnerable. As for castrating, I can't be sure if they are serious or not, but I don't want to take the chance. Several of them look at me as if they would take delight in doing so. They treat me like I'm not even human, as if I am nothing more than a captured animal to do with as they please. "Tie him first," A third woman suddenly objects. "I want to first get at his balls." I am left in shock. The women act like a gang of rowdy thugs eager to kill me. No, not just kill, but it appears they want to first torture me. I have never come across such violent females before. Again they take my arms. They drag me over to a tree to tie me up, tie me with my arms behind the tree, my privates exposed in front. Not just divested of my weapons and clothes, but now unable to cover myself too. "You can't do this," I attempt to talk my way out of it. "I'm just a peasant farmer." They only laugh at me. "Not with all those knives hidden on you," They chide. "And not with the size of that dick!" One of them points at it. She insists I am some sort of warrior because I have a big dick. Several of the women laugh at this. They then order me to stand up straight so all the women can have a good look at me, and then they do look. They look right at me, at my naked body, and there is nowhere for me to turn. I can't even cover myself. The women have me surrounded and can see from every angle. Several times I try to hunch low to cover myself the best I can, but then a pair of them take me by my elbows and force me to stand up straight again. "He's got a nice one," Several of them comment when they look. "Nice and big!" Again they comment about my size. The women take delight in talking about the size of my privates right in front of me, making subtle references about what they would like to do with me, and then how they would like to use me. I recall the earlier reference about my balls and fear one of them might reach out and squeeze them. "A good looking ass too," Someone attempts to look at me from behind. "Let's get a better look at his ass too." First they tie me up to the tree on the outskirts of camp, and then they move me to a more convenient location in the middle of their temporary camp. They untie my hands, pull me forward with a woman on each arm, and then trip me so I almost fall. Two more women grab my unsupported legs. One woman on each arm, two more on each of my legs, they carry me prone, face up into camp. Closer to the fire, they tie me up again, except this time between a pair of trees. One of them yells for more rope. I feel a noose tighten around each of my wrists. Pulling my arms open, they find a pair of trees that happen to be at just the right distance apart. They expose me fully. "Now we can see his ass," One of them speaks from behind. "I like his ass too," A more vociferous woman looks at me from in front. "But I still like his cock the best." I stand relatively close to the fire. The warmth of the flames feels good upon my exposed flesh. They add more sticks and logs to create a bigger fire to both add heat and have more light to see me by. "Excellent cock," The women aren't shy about what they are looking at. "Such a shame for him to lose it!" Others hint some more at what might be in store for me. Their comments worry me. For the first time, I am genuinely afraid, not so much of dying, but of the pain they might first inflict on me. I am a spy, yes, and they probably know I was trying to spy on them. Even worse, I am a male, and the scenes they left behind in the villages showed me what they did with males. "Put your knives away!" Thankfully, one of the women eventually comes to my rescue. She steps in front of the others, like an officer to his men – except this clearly is no man. She looks ravishing, tall and lean, and barely clothed. Her head of brunette hair lies in a tangled mess, making it look as if she just got out of bed, disturbed by the fracas outside her tent. Most noticeable is her chest and what the thin strap of fabric fails to cover. "He's got more to offer than most," The young beauty looks critically at me, looks mostly down at me. She steps up and stands right in front of me. "The Princess might like to have a go at this one." "But we want his balls," Others disagree. "How about just one ball?" Another attempts a compromise. "He won't miss just one of them. He can still offer pleasure with just the one." "No!" The apparent leader of the encampment orders them to stay back. "He gets to keep both of them. And his shaft too, at least until the Princess arrives." I cringe at their comments. Are they serious? Or are they only teasing? I have no way of knowing, but hearing the same type of language from the beautiful leader makes me a lot more worried. I guess her to be a junior officer, perhaps the rank of a lieutenant. I can't tell rank in this army of female soldiers. No one wears stripes or any other emblem to distinguish them in rank. They don't wear much anything else in the way of clothing either. I first noticed it a week ago and upon my first encounter of a camp. It was impossible for a man not to notice their general lack of clothing. Now, upon closer inspection, it becomes a lot clearer. Perhaps it being near morning has something to do with it too. Whatever the reason, none of the women wears much in the way of clothing: Shorts or leather thongs around their waists, and a strapless strip of cloth to partially cover their chests. Stomachs lay bare, along with a seemingly endless supply of long legs. The thongs are short, little more than a strap of leather to hold weapons and various tools at their side. It leaves most of their thighs exposed. The strap around their chest isn't much wider; wide enough to cover the furthest protrusion of their breasts, but not enough to cover them completely. On some of the bustier women, the lower portions of their boobs are exposed as well. The one in charge wears the least of all, or perhaps she only appears to wear less because of her large breasts. A fit young woman, shorter than most of the others, she stands at about 160 centimeters tall. She looks young for a senior officer. I guess her to be in her late 20s. She wears her hair short, like a man, but clearly is no man. She has a pretty face, beautiful eyes, and a well proportioned and trim young body. What I notice most are her breasts. The strapless covering leaves little to the imagination. It barely supports them. It leaves the top half of her boobs exposed so I can't help but look down into her open cleavage when she steps up and stands right in front of me. "But Lieutenant Katie, I so much want to castrate this one," A woman grumbles from the outer circle. "I want his balls with my breakfast," The same woman from earlier agrees. I am too engrossed in cleavage to pay their words much attention. Neither do I notice the movement of her hand and where it is headed. The apparent leader of the camp reaches for me. She is a Lieutenant, as I learn from her title, and her name is Katie. This is what I am thinking about when she first grabs hold of me. "What the?" I jump with shock. Before I am fully aware of it, she has me. With no apparent shame, she takes hold of me. She reaches down between my legs and grabs me by my privates. "Hold still!" She orders to me after I jump back in surprise. "I need to examine you." I naturally react to her initial touch. I try to back away, but can only move my hips back a few centimeters. I try to turn my waist, but can't get out of her touch. Plus, her tight grasp clearly communicates the fact I should hold still. I must mostly stand and take it, allow her to feel. And does she ever feel! This Lieutenant Katie does not hesitate in the least to feel me. She expresses no shame, no embarrassment. She doesn't appear to think it improper. Her hands explore me as if she is accustomed to exploring males all the time. I get the distinct impression she treats me as nothing more than an object, my balls pieces of ripe fruit she plucks off the tree to examine. "Open up!" She even kicks the inside of my lower shin with her bare foot. "I need a better feel." I immediately know what she wants, and then for some reason do what she orders. My legs open to make myself more vulnerable. "Wider!" It isn't enough! I open my legs wider still. My arms pull the ropes holding my wrists more taught. My prick hangs down free from between my legs – or at least it would hang free except for her fingers moving it around. First she takes the whole thing in her hand, and then she feels up the individual parts one at a time. Eventually she pulls the head of my shaft straight out of my body as if to estimate its full length. "Impressive!" She lightly purrs, speaking it loud enough for only me and perhaps a few of the closest women to hear. "That really is a fine sized cock you have down there," She chuckles. I am left in shock. I am embarrassed. I can't believe a woman can be so brazen. She even does it in front of others, freely taking a feel right in front of so many other women. Finishing with my shaft, she reaches further down to play her fingers upon my balls as well. First one and then the other, she takes them between her fingers as if estimating their size. She eventually places a pair of fingers around each as though to estimate how full they might be. "And these are very impressive too," She purrs some more as she feels each of my nuts individually. "Unusually large, and they feel swollen too. So full of seed!" Thankfully, her touch remains gentle, never hurting me. I fear she might, especially after hearing what some of the other women want to do to me, but this Lieutenant named Katie never hurts me. I also fear what she might do if I try to back away or escape from her grasp, so I obediently stand motionless and allow her to feel as much as she wants. "And so submissive too!" She notices this. "He will make for a fine pet, a sizable addition to any harem," She compliments me on my behavior. I notice she says it loud enough for the rest of the women to hear. The Lieutenant feels up my manhood for what seems like an abhorrently long time. She feels all over, feeling up every square centimeter of me down there. She acts as if she wants to engrain the image of my cock and balls in her mind by examining me in every detail. By the time she is done, after so much handling, I can't help but feel at least somewhat aroused. Not much, but I feel I have grown. Lieutenant Katie and the rest of the women naturally notice it. "Look at him!" Someone points as soon as she finally pulls her hand back away. "Impressive!" Others express their interest too. I can't help it. Not just because of the groping, but from the way all the women are dressed too. Breasts peak out from all over; long legs too. The women are so beautiful, not the dirty horde I expected, especially the lieutenant. She has the largest breasts. She also wears so little to cover them. I can't help but feel aroused at the sight of her. "Very fine," She notices me most of all. "You should make quite a treat for our Princess when she arrives." She knows it, I can tell. This Katie knows about my large size. Other women undoubtedly know it too. All they have to do is look. A few of them notice it earlier, when they spoke of me having "more than most." I have always been larger than most other men. I know myself to be uncommonly large, larger than any other man I know, but that doesn't mean that all these women have to know too! When Lieutenant Katie finally turns her eyes away, she makes an announcement to the rest of the women. "There will be no castration of this one," She orders. "First we will introduce him to Princess Loretta. The Princess will decide if she wishes to keep him as a pet." I feel relief, yet also worry. I don't want to be anyone's pet. I also still worry about castration. I don't want to lose my balls. I don't want to lose anything else either. Chapter 2 The women leave me tied up to the pair of trees while waiting for the Princess to arrive. They leave me naked, naturally, and they leave me tied in such a way so I remain fully exposed in front. My wrists they keep tightly bound; my arms they pull high and apart. A pair of women also wraps ropes around each of my ankles. With these, they pull my feet to the same pair of trees. They force my legs apart and make me even more vulnerable and unable to escape. I can do nothing to hide myself while at the same time the women remain free to look for however much they want. And they do look! By the time Princess Loretta arrives, I have undergone a complete visual examination by seemingly every woman in camp. I count eighteen women in all. The encampment is smaller than I initially thought, better odds for a possible escape, but an eighteen-to-one ratio is still pushing it, especially when I am tied naked. No more women touch me at first, not even the Lieutenant, for which I am grateful, but they unashamedly look whenever they want. Most behave surprisingly brazen about looking, even enthusiastic. It is as though they never before saw a naked man and want to ingrain my image on their minds. Many of them freely talk about me when they look too. Not to me, but only about me. They talk to their fellow female soldiers as if I am deaf and can't hear them. "Do you see how well he's hung," One of them asks another as if I am nothing more than a statue. "I'd like to see him full size," Another expresses surprising honesty, especially with the knowledge of knowing that I can hear every word. Interspersed between all these disturbing words are occasional hints of sex. "I'm sure he'd make for an excellent fuck," One of the more vociferous women lets me know what she is thinking while she looks. The Princess Ch. 01-02 "I bet it would give an easy orgasm," The woman standing alongside expresses delight at the suggestion. It feels strange to be talked about like an object. It makes me feel like I am nothing more than a male whore. I begin to feel my purpose in life is only to satisfy the lust of these women. And not just one of the women either, but to satisfy the lust of every woman in camp. Lieutenant Katie acts worse of all. She handles me, and then she seems unable to keep her eyes off me. Whenever I look, there she is, leaning against a tree or sitting upon a log. Every time she looks, she looks at me with a smile, as if imagining what she wants to do to me. She even steps behind and takes a look at me back there too. Lurid comments follow. She tells me how good even my ass looks, which makes me worry she might want to use me back there too. I, in return, can't help but look back at them too. That is, I can't help but notice the women and how little clothing they wear. This is surprising because it isn't a particularly hot day. It's actually chilly in the early morning hours, but they still dress as though we are in a hot jungle. In fact, they dress as if not accustomed to warm temperatures; I start to realize during a brief moment of clarity. This makes me wonder if they come from a land far to the north, perhaps in the cold and snow. Many more learned men have wondered where this invading army originated, how far they ventured away from home. This little fact could give us a strategic advantage, somehow. I have no idea how at the moment, but feel sure if I could somehow escape and get back across the lines, smarter men might be able to eventually figure it out. As the day proceeds, the temperature turns warmer and the campfire dies down. I begin to feel more comfortable in my nudity. Not that I feel any less embarrassed and exposed, but at least I no longer shiver in the cool morning air. The sun rises to high above me. Bright rays of light occasionally shine through the trees and warm my nude form. My normal tanned skin has turned pale over the last few weeks and after spending so much time undercover and traveling at night. The warm rays of the sun feels good upon it. At the same time, I begin to feel thirsty. It's been a long morning, and I've had nothing to drink. Eventually, one of the more sympathetic women realizes this and helps. She's a slight thing, shorter than me, one of the smallest women in the gang. I suspect her also to be one of the youngest. She first looks at me and then she looks around as if to make sure no one else can see what she is about to do. Only when she is satisfied that the coast is clear, does she step up to the dwindling fire and dips a ladle into a metal bucket still sitting on the fire. "You must be thirsty," She walks up to me with the result. "It's a little warm, but not hot. I hope you like it." Holding up the ladle to my lips, she allows me to drink. Not water, but some kind of flavored tea. It tastes good. "More?" She asks when I am done. I immediately nod my head. She smiles in return. She's a very beautiful girl to begin with, and the smile makes her look even more beautiful. A head of long brunette hair comes half way down her back. Two vertical strips of cloth are barely enough to cover her smallish features. One strip of pale gray cloth goes across her chest, and the other around her waist. When she turns her back to me to return to the fire, I see the strip going around her waist covers hardly half of her ass. It leaves her crack exposed both above and below, making her look marvelously sexy. A similar effect occurs in front when she brings me back a second ladle. The cloth strip across her chest is only about 5 centimeters wide; wide enough to cover her nipples, but it leaves the majority of her smallish breasts exposed both above and below. Despite her small breasts, the outfit makes her look sexy. Her dark skin and the lack of any tan lines add to the effect. I suspect on occasion she must sun herself in the nude. The third ladle of the favorable tea eventually quenches my thirst. "Thank you," I say to her my first words when I finish. I say them in little more than a whisper, worried others might hear, not wanting to get the kind young woman into any trouble for helping me. I briefly consider also asking her if she might be able to help me escape, maybe cut me free, but then decide not to push my luck. I need to be careful. I know enough to gradually gain her trust. "I should be thanking you," The beautiful young woman replies in return, also in a whisper and seemingly afraid others might hear. "Three cups are a lot. You must have really been thirsty." I nod my head in agreement and consider asking her for a fourth. There is no telling when I might get another chance to take a drink. I still worry about castration and whatever plans these women might have for me. "Is there anything you can tell me?" I ask instead, again in a whisper. "I mean about later. Do you know what they might have planned for me?" I ask mostly because I am curious. I also ask because I am worried. Given the way the women have treated me so far, there is no telling what else they might all do to me. In response, the young woman looks to the right and then the left as if to make sure the coast is clear. She then steps up closer, close enough to whisper into my ear. "It all depends on the Princess," She tells me gently, and then all of a sudden I feel her hand grab me. She grabs me between the legs, at my unprotected cock. She first takes my entire package in the palm of her hand, and then she uses two fingers to pinch my shaft and pull on it. She pulls as if wanting to stretch it out and judge how long I might get. Her touch shocks me. It makes me jump in surprise. "And in how well you obey whatever the Princess asks of you," She adds, and a moment later lets go. She feels me up for only a few seconds, and then turns and walks away. I'm still not sure what to think of her action after she leaves. I had thought her sweet, and then don't know what to think after she grabs me. I get the impression she might have tricked me, and then get the disturbing feeling that the flavor of the tea might have been a cover for some kind of drug. __________ "Hail, the Princess," The voice of one of the women interrupts my worried thoughts an hour later. She announces the arrival of the princess in a yell. She says it long before I see her. Women come running from all over in response. They all grab their spears and stand at attention. They have great respect for their princess, I can tell, the same respect any army might have at an arriving General. The women form two lines in front of me, with their backs towards me, blocking my view and facing in the direction of the approaching Princess. I first see her face rise above the line of soldiers as she approaches from out in the forest. A tanned complexion, jet black hair, and her upright statue gives the impression of someone who knows she is in charge. Not at all the brute I expected, but younger, and even more beautiful than any of the other women before. I especially notice the deep blue eyes. A black cape adorns her head, and a traveling cloak falls loosely from her shoulders. Several pieces of jewelry adorn her body too. Around her neck a sparkling necklace, and on top her forehead a simple gold-colored ring that resembles something close to a crown. A moment later I hear a "nay" and then the unmistakable clod of a horse. Unlike everyone else in the army who walks, she rides into camp on the back of a beautiful white stallion. I suddenly understand why she towers above the rest, not because she is any taller, but because she rides on the back of a horse. "Welcome Princess!" They praise her. "So glad you could join us Princess Loretta." Some bow to her. Others raise their hands as if in some kind of salute to her. They part to allow her to pass and for the horse and rider to approach. What I see next nearly takes my breath away. The cape she wears lays open in front. Before my eyes appears a partially clothed beauty. Not naked, but nearly so, the top covers only a portion of a pair of large, swelling breasts. Around her waist she wears a loose piece of fabric, like a loin cloth, barely able to cover her down there as well. "Welcome Princess Loretta!" Lieutenant Katie steps forward and gives a bow. "I'm so glad you took the time to join us and judge our most recent capture." Their most recent capture, I immediately realize, is me. I breathe harder. My heart beats faster knowing this beautiful creature has come to see me, but then a moment later a sense of embarrassment comes over me as I remember my nudity and all she is going to see. The soldiers part, and the Princess rides between the ranks of women. Still on the horse, she trots towards me. Her unsupported breasts gently bounce as she rides. It is hard to turn my eyes away. With my hands still tied to the trees, I can offer no resistance. I can't cover myself. There is no choice for me but to stand before the Princess totally at her mercy as she sits on the horse and admires me. I, in return, can't help but admire her. A pair of thigh high black leather riding boots adorns her feet. Matching jeweled leather bands circle around both wrists. On her hands, she wears a type of glove, but a strange type of glove that curiously leaves her fingers bare, as if she wants to retain the freedom to feel. I also notice long and slender fingers. They are no doubt adept at grasping whatever she decides to take hold of and then not let go until she is thoroughly finished with it. But what I notice most of all, what I can't help but notice in her partial state of dress, are her breasts. The center of her chest lies completely open; the two ends of the cloak drawn far apart. Her large breasts are left without any support. They hang free and open, yet I can see they are also young and look unusually firm for their size. They look even larger than Lieutenant Katie's, which gives me the strange idea that perhaps rank in this all-female army is determined by breast size. "What do we have here?" Princess Loretta first looks at me in silence and then speaks her first words about a minute later. She speaks with distain in her voice, as if making reference to an enemy, to someone she does not like. Her blue eyes glare directly at me. She wears no smile on an otherwise beautiful face. "We have a treat for you," Lieutenant Katie steps forward to answer. She takes the reins of the horse as if to hold it steady for the princess. Princess Loretta doesn't bother stepping down. Neither does she offer me any greeting, only distain. Instead, she proceeds direct to the point and asks a seemingly innocent question. "Why do the balls of this male remain hanging?" She asks of the Lieutenant. "Why has he not been castrated?" The beauty suddenly leaves the woman. A sense of dread comes over me. In her left hand I notice she holds a long shaft. At the end is a good 40 centimeter long blade that looks as sharp as a cutting knife. With a simple thrust, she could jab it deep into my guts. With a swipe of the blade, she could sever my neck. I look at the edge and think of what else she might all cut with it too, especially after her comments. "But don't you see?" Lieutenant Katie thankfully comes to my rescue – or at least that's what I first think. "We saved him for you as a treat. Just look at how well this one is hung!" Her words shock me. I can't believe she is brazen enough to come right out and say it. Suddenly, I realize why I have been saved. My size has saved me! Princess Loretta takes a closer look. Her face turns to the side. Her beautiful blue eyes bore into me. I stand with genuine fear as she glares down from above, and I can tell she is looking mostly down there. Even her head bows down low as if to get a closer look. It feels humiliating, to be examined so critically by this stranger, by a woman I have never before met. It lasts but a moment, and then it turns even worse. The Princess uses the blunt end of her spear. She extends the shaft of the spear down to me, down between my legs, and touches it to me. I suddenly feel the course bare wood of the shaft against my own. I feel her use the shaft to lift mine so she can take a closer look. "Entrancing length," She speaks as though examining a prime cut of beef in the marketplace. "And a large pair. You were right about him being well hung, although he does not appear to fully hang at the moment." Some of the women around me giggle at this remark. I almost forgot about the others, the 18 other women who also witness my nudity, plus a few additional women who walked into camp along with the princess. They gather around, I notice, on both sides of the horse. Those in front graciously lower to their knees so those behind can also see. I notice the younger woman from earlier, the one who gave me the tea. She smiles in delight as she looks upon me too. Again, I worry about her intent. Again, I worry about the tea. A sense of humiliation comes over me at what the Princess says. The end of the spear shaft does it, as well as her large breasts and beautiful body. Not only the Princess, but then I think of the earlier young woman who gave me a drink too. I can feel the arousal and know I no longer remain completely soft. I still wonder if the earlier tea might have contained some kind of male aphrodisiac. "You now see why we saved him for your examination," Katie concludes. "I thought you might be interested in taking this one as a pet. He would make for a fine performer." "Yes he would!" The Princess draws back the spear. I am thankful she decided not to use the opposite end. "Untie him," Next she orders to my surprise. "I want to see how well he behaves." Someone standing behind me unties the bonds holding my hands. Two others work on the ropes around my ankles. I rub my wrists when they are done. "Don't run or you will lose more than your balls," Lieutenant Katie whispers into my ear at the same time. "And don't you dare cover yourself with your hands if you want to keep them." Both are tempting, to both run and give myself cover, but I take her warning seriously. Besides, neither makes much sense at the moment. I am at a disadvantage. Plus, most of the women have already taken a good look at me. I have no reason to suddenly turn modest or risk such long odds. So after rubbing my wrists to return circulation to my hands, I weakly lower them back down to my side and allow the women to look further. "Very good!" Princess Loretta likes this. "Well behaved. Let's see if he will continue to behave." I wonder what she means by this, fearing some test of my abilities, a further embarrassment at my expense. As it turns out, I have plenty of reason to worry. Glancing to the side, the Princess orders a servant girl by the name of Martha to come forward. Some of the women let out a subdued cheer at this. A shuffling immediately follows. My heart begins to beat faster with worry at what kind of blade or other weapon this "Martha" might be carrying. "Don't resist," Lieutenant Katie at the same time whispers into my ear. "Any resistance will be taken as a sign of weakness. It will cause you to lose your balls; perhaps your shaft as well." I dare not move as Martha steps forward. What I see shocks me. The weapons she carries are not at all what I expect. As it turns out, Martha is a foreign girl. She is short, standing little more than 150 centimeters tall, and she has a dark-looking complexion I have never seen before. She is obviously from some far off land, probably a slave girl caught on one of their raiding parties. What I notice most about her, however, is the complete lack of clothing above her waist. The weapons she wears are two very large boobs that lay bare. They are an exceptionally large pair, and their firmness informs me she is still young, probably in her early twenties. A pair of protruding nipples jet out from their peaks. "You are right about him being well hung," Princess Loretta speaks again as soon as I catch a good look at the servant girl. "But I don't want to see him hung. I want to see how high he can rise." It takes a moment for her words to register with me. I am still in shock at the young Martha. She looks foreign, so beautiful, so alluring. Her swelling breasts pull at my eyes, so young yet so firm. The hard nipples push out like a pair of snow capped peaks. "Don't turn away!" Lieutenant Katie brings me back down to reality when she again warns me with a whisper. "Don't even look away, not if you want to keep your balls." My heart races. My knees begin to shake. I stand motionless and don't know what to do. Already I feel it. Just the sight of Martha proves enough. A subdued cheer informs me the women notice it too. I am tempted to run. I am tempted to at least bring my hands forward and cover myself, yet at the same time remember the warnings. The women have already seen me, yes, but they saw my normal size. I feel myself now grow before them. The only resistance I can offer is to turn my eyes away and try not to look at the sensual creature who stands before me. I don't move my head out of fear, only my eyes, but it is difficult. The boobs of the young Martha are tempting, but they are not worth the humiliation, yet at the same time they are so large, so young and firm. Even after I pull my eyes away, I can't keep the sight of them out of my mind. Martha has a magnificent body, and seeing her topless proves a magnificent sight to behold. Even with clothing like the others, she would appear alluring, but topless she proves nearly impossible to resist. Some of the women point. Others whisper to their neighbors. I feel the weight of it increase, swelling, even rising. Every attempt at erasing her image proves unsuccessful. Even now I want to turn my eyes back towards her to look some more. "That's more than he did for me," Lieutenant Katie informs us all out loud. "And she hasn't even handled him yet." My heart rate increases yet another notch at this further revelation of what is to be done to me. Already I have a hard time resisting. It feels as though the thing is pointed straight out, although I don't check. I refuse to look out of the further embarrassment it is sure to cause me. "Speaking of handling," Princess Loretta lets out a sigh. "Go ahead!" I hear the words but can't quite believe them. Several women sigh. A few let out light chuckles. They all know, as do I, but I refuse to believe it. A moment later I notice Martha out the corner of my right eye as she steps forward and comes closer to me. Someone claps. I hear words like "let's see it" and "oh yes" from the audience of women around me. And then it happens, and it happens sooner than I expected. My suspicions become confirmed with the touch of her hand. Indeed I do stick straight out. Martha's fingers surround the shaft of my cock. She feels me much like Katie had done earlier in the morning, but Martha has a lot more to feel. "Don't move," Lieutenant Katie reminds me again when I automatically try to bring my hands forward to remove the hand of the stranger. Quickly I return them back to my side and allow her an unencumbered feel. "Not hanging at all at the moment," Princess Loretta points out for everyone what they can full well see for themselves. "Rising quite well," Lieutenant Katie agrees. "And notice his length. That's why we saved him for you, as a treat for you." More claps, sighs, and even giggles sound from the audience around me. Still I refuse to look, but I can clearly feel the weight of it. Not fully engorged, not yet, but very close. The hand of Martha proves irresistible. She feels it all around, taking her time to feel over every square centimeter of me. Obviously she has handled a cock before, probably the cocks of many young men, and probably most of them slaves or prisoners. I picture her elongating the cock of each captured male slave for the Princess to humiliate. The Princess Ch. 01-02 "Make him full," The Princess expresses her desire. "Let us see him stiff." "Yes!" Lieutenant Katie adds with far too much enthusiasm than is necessary. "I want to see him rise up to his full length." It feels as if I am already there. In case I'm not, the young Martha takes her fist and grabs hold of the root of my shaft. She gives it several short but quick strokes before letting go. "Magnificent!" Someone speaks. "A real stud!" Another expresses her desire. And then Martha backs away to allow them all to see. Again I am tempted to cover myself, but again think better of it. I feel myself inflate the last small amount, rise the last centimeter just after she lets go. My oversized cock rises full and hard, pointed skyward, inflates to a full-fledged hard-on. "Damn!" One of the women voices her impression. "He can fuck me anytime," Another lets me know her more private desires. Mention of sex makes me feel like fucking them myself. I especially want to fuck the young Martha who stands closer than any of them. I look at her again, now that there is no longer a reason to look away. Her breasts appear even bigger, her nipples more ripe. It has been a long time since I last gazed upon such a large pair of tits, if ever. "Impressive," Even the Princess likes what she sees. "This wretched male may have been worth saving." I can't help but wonder what I am being saved for, what further embarrassments I might be subjected to. But at the moment, it doesn't matter. All I want to do is fuck Martha. Lieutenant Katie or even the Princess would be acceptable too, but especially Martha. My cock needs it so bad I can hardly stand it. "Even his nuts are big," The big breasted Lieutenant Katie informs the Princess. "I felt them up earlier. They felt full, loaded with great quantities of seed. He should be capable of an impressive show." Again I wonder about the "show" these women have in mind. It seems I am already putting on a show, a show with my naked and exposed body. The amazed looks on the faces of the women show how much they like the show. The excitement showing in the eyes of some of the women make me worry about what all else they want to see. "Well, perhaps he will do," The Princess sounds less impressed than the others. She acts as if she is accustomed to seeing naked males all the time, even naked males with large cocks. Only later will I realize the truth to this statement. "First I must have it measured," She reaches back into the saddlebag of her horse and pulls out a simple stick. The stick is about a half-meter long, straight, and with colored markings along its length. I immediately know what the stick is to be used for. She hands it to the young Martha. One more time the temptation to cover myself proves almost overwhelming. Martha smiles as she brings the stick up to me, the girl taking obvious delight in the task she is being asked to do. Clearly, this young lady is no stranger to big cocked males either. She certainly seems to like mine. Acting as if she's done it many times before, Martha pulls down on the shaft of my cock so it points straight out from my waist. She does it by grabbing me by the balls and pulling down. I gasp in fright at the feel of her fingers around my delicate balls, worried she is going to hurt me, but this Martha knows what she is doing. She does it perfect, like a well practiced expert, using my balls to extend the length of my cock straight out of my body. I gasp again when she places the wooden stick along the top of my cock. She doesn't say my size. The young Martha has said nothing at all, I realize, staying completely silent and giving my cock her full attention. "Just over twenty-seven," Lieutenant Katie says it instead, leaning over to take a look at where Martha holds her finger on the stick. She calls out my measurements for all the women to hear. "A very impressive appendage on this male! Long enough to be put to many interesting and entertaining uses!" Again I worry what kind of plans they have for me. More important, what interesting uses can they think up? How many ways will I entertain them? "He will do," The Princess acts less intimidated. "You are right in saving his balls. I shall put them to extensive use." A shiver travels through my body. I maybe even jump in fright. What does she mean by "extensive"? For what use does she have for my balls? Might it have been better to lose them? "He seems shy," Lieutenant Katie notices my worry. "This male does not appear accustomed to being exhibited." "Clearly not," The Princess agrees. "And so he must be cured of his shyness." "Yes!" The young Lieutenant nods her head. "So go ahead," Princess Loretta turns to Katie as though offering a reward. "Why don't you go ahead and suck him." She speaks it in a calm tone, as if in normal conversation. She speaks it so natural I don't fully understand the significance of her words at first. It takes a few seconds for her meaning to register. "Suck him?" A shrill from Katie tells me her intention. She doesn't seem to believe it either. "Me? Do you mean you want to give me the opportunity to suck this generous appendage?" "I can tell you want to," The Princess acknowledges with a wave of her hand. "I can see your interest in him, so go ahead and use your mouth on him if you wish." I can hardly believe it. I don't belief it, not at first. I hear the words but can't accept them. Only when I glance over and see the smile on Katie's face do I realize it is true. "No!" I speak out loud. "Silence!" Katie immediately chastises. "You have not been given permission to speak." She speaks it as if she owns me. I don't know what to do. "Let me explain it to you as simple as possible, so even a stud male such as yourself can understand," Her voice turns lower, less insulting, but more demanding. "You must learn that when a woman wishes to suck on your generous appendage, you must allow her to suck." She says it simply, like it is a fact of life. She just as easily could have said the sky is blue, trees green. "More important," She goes on in a quieter voice so only those standing closest can hear. "When I wish to suck on your generous male appendage, you must freely allow me the opportunity to suck. You must offer no resistance when I take it into my mouth. You must voice no reaction when I use my lips on you. You must even accept it when I twirl my tongue around the head. In other words, Jason, you must offer your generous male appendage for me to suck on as if I have every right to suck on it whenever I wish." Her words leave me breathless. I can't even speak out to disagree. "And Jason," She still isn't done yet. "You will now offer your generous, and I must say very impressive male appendage," She looks down at it as if to emphasize the point. "You will offer it for my oral manipulations. I will kneel down, open my mouth, and you will insert the fat head of your appendage in the proper position for me to suck however much I wish." Finally, she looks back up. Martha lets go of my balls to allow my cock to spring back up. I almost forgot about her hand, being so enthralled by what was being said by the clothed women to ignore the one touching me. The girl lets go and stands aside, giving Lieutenant Katie free access to do whatever she wants to do to my privates. "And I wish to give your appendage a long and very extensive workout with my mouth and tongue," She hints at what is soon to come. "You might be tempted to move, to push it in further or pull it out when I become too much for you, but you are to remain as still as possible while I work over your appendage for however long I want." With that, she turns to the Princess and speaks in a louder voice. "This is a great honor," She thanks the Princess. Never does she thank me, the source of it all, only the Princess. I find it ironic how the women thank each other. Princess Loretta already treats me as if I am her property, like she can do with my cock and balls whatever she wants. Katie next turns to me. The smile on her face becomes bigger. It appears as if she actually looks forward to it, as if she wants to suck on me, as if she can't wait to get started. My cock stands upright and tall waiting for her, wanting to be sucked. I guess I do too, but I only wish it wasn't in front of so many. "You will obediently stand in place," Katie emphasizes the point one last time. "I will go down with my mouth on your oversized male appendage, and you are going to allow me to suck for however long I wish." And with that, she drops down to her knees. She does it quickly, in a single fluid motion, drawing herself closer to me at the same time. I am briefly tempted to jump back, run away, to do anything I can to get out of her grasp. Yet at the same time, I want it. My erection remains. I can't wait for the beautiful young brunette to suck on it like she wants. I do jump back a moment later when she first touches the head with her tongue. She does it without preamble, and simply leans forward and takes a lick as though my cock is nothing more than a popsicle. "Stay still," Katie notices my movement. "You will allow me to suck." I can't believe what is happening. It feels as though I am in another world. The licking continues, first to the head of my cock, and then I feel her tongue as it travels down the length of my member. She goes down one side and then the other, and then pushes my cock higher so she can lick on the underside as well. "She likes it," Princess Loretta calls out like a sportscaster at an event. "It tastes good!" Lieutenant Katie takes a break from her licking action just long enough to agree. "Not only thick and long, but so quick to give up its juice too." I know what she is talking about. She is referring to my pre-cum. I think I can feel it, but can't be sure. The stroking of Martha started it. The oral ministrations from Katie are more than I can withstand. It gets worse when she opens her mouth and takes it inside. "Oh my gosh!" I automatically cry out. A light slap of her hand upon my balls immediately follows. "Silence," Katie pulls back just long enough to speak. "I have not given you permission to speak. You must learn to stand still and silently accept a female to suck on your male essence." And with that, she puts it right back into her mouth and continues sucking. Most important, she more than sucks, also licks with her tongue and strokes with her lips too. I thought keeping quite would be easy. It seemes a simple order, but with Katie it proves tempting. Her mouth performs like a machine. Her tongue ravishes the sensitive head. The sucking makes it feel like I am having intercourse, like my cock is being teased with her pussy. "If she is this good with her mouth," I think to myself, "just think how much better she will be in bed." The sucking continues. The ravishing of my cock never stops. Back and forth across the head, then around and around she circles the sensitive rim. I begin breathing heavy in anticipation. I am tempted to cry out, at least to moan out loud. I almost do so, but figure she doesn't want me to say anything at all. Any future slaps to my balls will almost certainly be harder than the first. I fear the Princess really might castrate me if I misbehave. So instead, I just stand in place like a helpless slave, allowing Lieutenant Katie to work my cock with her mouth like it is an inanimate object. "Enough!" The princess finally brings relief a few minutes later. Katie immediately leaves me. She backs off. My cock leaves her. It lets out an audible "pop" when she finally releases it. I let out a sigh of relief but also of disappointment. I am thankful for Princess Loretta to come rescue me, but a moment later gasp with what she wants to do next. "And let the young Martha have a turn at him too," She speaks to my dismay. I glance over and notice Martha. She stands next to the horse of the Princess. She remains standing as before, almost naked, with only a small panty covering her barest feature. Around her chest, she still wears nothing. A pair of firm and unusually large boobs stare back at me. I also notice a big smile upon her face after what the Princess suggests. What she does next surprises me even more. In response, the big breasted girl steps forward. She does not walk up to me, not all the way. She steps only two steps forward, goes down to her knees, and then opens her mouth wide. "You will walk up and deposit yourself into her," Katie tells me what she wants. "You will obediently insert your oversized male appendage into her waiting mouth." I don't know what to do, not at first, so I just stand there for a moment, unbelieving. Some of the watching women can't believe it either. I hear at least one of them gasp. Others whisper. Slowly, I realize she isn't going to come to me, but I am expected to go to her. It is as if Katie wants to see me debase myself. Even worse, I want to do it too. In fact, I can't wait! It would have been better if she had left me tied and allowed the young Martha to force herself on me. "Go!" A sharp slap from Katie's palm onto my bare ass tells me to get going. "She's hungry. Never keep a female waiting when she wishes to feast upon your generous male flesh." I have no choice but to obey. I even look forward to what Martha is going to do to me. All I can think about is how it will feel. I breathe heavy thinking about how much I am going to enjoy it. My feet obey more my cock than my brain. I find myself stepping forward, walking up to Martha. It's only a few short steps. It takes but a few seconds before I stand above her. Her breasts look even larger from above, as if they grow in anticipation for my cock. Her eyes momentarily glance up to look at my face, but most of the time they point straight ahead. I can somehow tell she is looking forward to it as much as me. I have to open my legs to get down low enough for her, Martha being a lot shorter than Katie. The women seem to like this. "Very good," I hear Katie from just behind. "Spread yourself open." She gives a slap on my thigh to get me to open my legs even further. Martha remains motionless the entire time. She simply waits for me, her mouth open, tempting me to enter. I can hardly watch, but I have to watch anyway. Still I'm not low enough, even with my legs spread wide. My cock stands upright too damn high, so I have to bend my knees to get even lower. Again I glance down, and this time I need to look more closely to properly insert the head into the waiting opening. Only after I squeeze the head of my cock past her tight lips does the furious licking and sucking action begin. It gives me a start, the way she goes at it. She takes it with a passion, as if she is hungry for it. I almost cry out again, like with Katie, but then remember my spread legs. My balls hang vulnerable, and Katie stands just behind me. I fear what she might do to my balls if I make too much noise. The head of my cock stays in her mouth the whole time. It feels especially good when she pulls it down with her lips, making it extend straight out from my body, and then she gives quick flicks of her tongue across the tip. Martha is an accomplished cock sucker, I can tell. Mine isn't the first. It certainly won't be her last. I imagine the women picking out the biggest male in each village they raided, bringing out Martha, and giving her the cock to suck. "Is he almost ready?" Princess Loretta asks a few minutes later. "Ah, Ah," Martha speaks with her mouth stuffed, not letting up, nodding her head. It is the very first words she speaks. In the process of nodding, she also nods my cock, making it spring up and down as if in agreement. "Ohs" and "Ahs" sound from the surrounding audience as if the women like this. I am reminded once again of all those watching. My cock nods in agreement, and I do agree. I can't help it. I feel myself getting close. Martha brings me closer to the edge, making me feel like I am about to go over. My breathing increases. Soon I start to pant. "Hold still!" Lieutenant Katie yells into my ear. She reaches down to give me a sharp slap on the ass as well. I am thankful she hasn't slapped my balls instead. Only then do I realize I had been thrusting. It seemed the natural thing to do, to thrust forward like I was having intercourse. My body wanted to do so. My cock demanded it, but the women would rather I stay inanimate. They want all the control, and they have it. "Perhaps you should tie him back up if he doesn't behave," Princess Loretta suggests as Martha swallows me back inside. This time she shakes her head back and forth. Again my cock is in her mouth, so this time it shakes back and forth along with her. The movement once again delights the women around me. In the background I hear words like "oh yes" and "that's nice." "I prefer they give themselves up without bindings," Katie speaks from behind me and explains. "I prefer my males docile and compliant. It gives me more of a sense of control when they can be taken without bonds." The princess agrees with her, so I remain standing without bonds as a result. The sucking and licking action from Martha turns more intense. She behaves as if she doesn't want to let my cock go even for a second. The girl wants to control it like it belongs to her, which I suppose in a strange sort of way it now does. I still carry it on my body, but it seems to no longer belong to me. "She certainly has this one well controlled," Princess Loretta speaks as if delighted. "I wonder how long she can keep him under her control?" She says the statement in the form of a question, as though in a challenge to the young Martha. I'm sure what it means, but feel myself coming closer and closer to losing control. I so much want to thrust some more. I feel like reaching forward, taking her head in my hand, and giving myself some resemblance of control. I want to yell out, tell her how good she is, even to moan in pleasure. Yet none of those options are available to me. It is like she has all the power. The ropes are gone, but it is as if I am still in bondage. These women like their men subservient, I come to realize. They prefer males to behave like inert objects for them to use, even though I am far from inert at the moment. My panting breaths, my sweating body, I know I am putting on a real show for the ladies. Suddenly I recall the earlier words about a show. I realize I am putting on a show. I am entertaining the young women. Not just entertaining them with an act, but with a striptease, and then I provide them further entertainment with my cock. I am like an actor on stage, and my cock is the star attraction. I remember them all, all the women still watching me. I always knew they were there. I occasionally heard them in the background, but I now see them surround me like an audience. I suddenly realize the humiliation, the degradation they subject me to. Not only stripped naked, but made to show myself full. My humiliation is complete. It is finally too much. Martha somehow knows it. She pulls back just in time. I feel myself rise up over the precipice of the mountain with one last quick rimming performed by Martha upon my cock-head, and then I can hold it back no more. My cock shudders and then explodes into the most intense ejaculation of my life. My oversized, overexcited cock shoots forward a long stream of my pearly white seed. It arches forward, shoots over the shoulder of Martha, and then splatters onto the ground in a giant heap at least a meter in front of me. A high-pitched cheer immediately follows from the women. "Impressive load!" Katie speaks from near my ear. "A real shooter!" The Princess is clearly impressed. I feel humiliated, even mortified at what is taking place, but I am not done yet. My ridged cock continues to spasm, convulse, and then lets out a second stream as I grunt out loud.