1 comments/ 5863 views/ 2 favorites To Lunambra Pt. 01 By: Candy19837463 Hello everyone. This is set in a very low-fantasy world with some very realistic and some violent themes. I'll split the story into multiple parts to make it easier to read in multiple sessions, as this is a long one. Enjoy! ***** Chapter 1- Travels Marina walked beside the carriage, leaning slightly forward and keeping her arms pressed tightly to her side. A river flowed beside her, twisting through the forest trees. She stood still and held her legs together, but was quickly forced to continue walking, the chain around her waist pulling her along. It was the year 1432, and Marina was a servant girl for the royal family of Queen Jenara, the monarch of a small kingdom called Lunambra, laying in the northern lands of Europe. The Queen was traveling home from a Joust which had taken place in their neighboring kingdom of Valdus. Queen Jenara sat atop the carriage beside her son, Prince Baeden. Six armed and armored guards escorted the carriage, two on each side and two sat on the rear platform of the carriage, watching the rear flank. Once the Joust of Valdus was completed, there was a Feast which consisted of barrels of ale and mead and tankards of wine. Of course, Marina's refreshment had consisted of a barrel of semi-melted snow which was used to cool the jugs of wine and ale, and in the heat of the firepit and many torch sconces, Marina drank more than her fair share of it. Once the members of the Feast were satisfied and full, the Queen chose to leave the castle that same night to arrive in Lunambra in time for a small competition of their Knights. Marina had not relieved herself since this Feast. She was held to the carriage by a thin chain which wrapped around her waist and over her shoulders. It was her first time journeying to another kingdom with the Queen, so the traveling freedoms of more trusted servants were not allowed to her. With each step, her belly throbbed and her knees felt weak. She knew that neither the Queen, Price, or the guards had relieved themselves, same as her, but they were used to journeys like this. Marina was accustomed to staying either in in the Queen's or Prince's tower where there was always a chamberpot in a minute's reach. The Castle Town of Lunambra was only fifteen miles from the Jousting Hall of Valdus, but at the trotting pace of a horse escorting on-foot guards, the distance still felt great. On and on they walked, and after what felt like an Age, Marina could contain herself no longer. As she walked she let out a short yelp, which caught the attention of the Royalty. The Prince looked over the side of the carriage at her, the Queen glaring over her son's shoulder. "What is wrong with you, girl?" The Queen leered down at her, and the guards bought the to a stop. "I apologize, my Queen, I...A stone beneath the snow struck my foot. It will not happen again," Marina said, as the vulgarity of expressing a need to urinate in front of the Queen would surely mean a heavy punishment, perhaps even banishment from the kingdom. "Very well, be careful then," said the Queen, and motioned to the guards to continue the journey. And so she walked. Nearly an hour later, now passing into the afternoon as the sun crossed the top of the sky, they came over a hill to see the turrets of Lunambra's castle, appearing tiny from the distance. There was still travel to be had, well into the evening. But Marina's body had plans of its own. If she could stop at her own pace, hold herself the way she needed to, she might have been able to control herself for the rest of the afternoon. But being constantly pulled, with a chain tied around her waist, there was nothing to be done. She crossed her arms over her chest and started shivering. Not from the cold, for even as a servant she was well-dressed for the weather. In Lunambra, servants were well-trained to cater to the need of any Noble, and that training required much time. Lunambra servants were not disposable, and to have them dying from cold during every journey was not desirable. She shivered from urgency, feeling the abhorrent quantity of water inside of her pressing down from all directions. The chain that was regularly comfortably loose was squeezed tightly against her belly, and her womanhood throbbed stronger with each passing second. She had never felt like this before, with her own body doing everything it could to ruin her life. Some servants would welcome banishment, a chance to face the world on their own, a free person. But not Marina. She was comfortable, complacent, and held good standing among the peasants and guards of the Castle and city. She felt herself about to moan again, but bit down hard on her bottom lip to contain it. However, while the moan would be contained, her waters would not. She felt her face turning bright red even through the bitter cold, as a burst of wetness found its way into her thick leather pants. The liquid slid down her leg and found its home in her fur boots. She tightened every muscle she could while maintaining the speed of the carriage, but it was too late for her. As she walked, more and more water escaped her tortured body, sliding warmly down her legs into her boots. After five minutes of slow leaking, she simply lost control. As she walked, her urine flowed strongly from her, sliding down her legs and pouring out of her boots. She looked behind her, waiting for the guards riding the rear of the carriage to notice the trail of yellow snow right to her. But there was no trail. After a few seconds of pondering, her bladder still going strong, she realized that her urine was clear as she had consumed nothing but water the past night. It was clear as the ponds within the Capitol City, and she felt a shred of hope that her humiliation may go unnoticed. As she thought this, she finally looked towards the carriage. The Prince was staring right at her. Wide-eyed and astonished, he looked on as she flowed like a creek, hardly breathing. He looked to be in a trance, and his gaze did not falter for the entire duration of her relief. She had a look of pure fear on her face, obviously expecting him to jump from the carriage and behead her on the spot, or some such similar punishment. He had no intention of doing so. As they were moving, Prince Baeden had heard the hiss of water quietly beside him. At first he thought of the river leading to Valdus, but they had long since left it behind. He looked to his right, and spotted the servant girl. At first it wasn't quite clear what was happening. It was a surprising sight, seeing water rise from her boots and pour into the snow. However he quickly realized that she had been forced to relieve herself as she walked. Her pants were made from leather and water would not penetrate them, causing her liquids to rise from her boots once filled. As she walked, more and more water sprayed from her feet. After a long period of time, her waterfalls ceased. She was still looking up at him, her eyes glowing with fear. He did all he could to comfort the girl without drawing attention to her, smiling reassuringly down at her. Her gaze fell, and she pulled her fur-lined hood over her head and continued walking as the chain pulled her along. Of course the Prince was in urgent need of relief as well, and he could in no way blame the girl for being unable to hold herself for the entire trip. In fact, he was utterly impressed that she had been able to make it this far. If he weren't used to holding such quantities of drink from countless Feasts and Warmeets, he was certain he would have lost himself much sooner than this. As for the Queen, she was oblivious to the situation as her right ear was nearly deaf due to the natural gas explosion that took her husband the King from her as they explored the newly dug passages beneath the castle by torchlight. Her legs twitched gently, but her own need was doing well enough. It was part of the training of a Lady to be able to absorb any amount of drink and release none of it until she was well ready. Of course there were limits, but she was yet to reach them. Men were vulgar and guards, Princes, and Kings alike would see no backlash from spraying off a castle ledge during a drunken feast. She had seen her own husband make a game of it by seeing who could mark the furthest snow along with King Carter of Valdus. However, if a Queen or any other Lady of nobility were to make water elsewhere than her own chamberpot, she would be forced to flee the Kingdom out of pure shame. She squeezed her legs together for another second, then motioned at the guards to increase the horse's pace. Marina felt a jolt as the horses picked up a bit of speed. She started slowly jogging to keep up, the chains rattling around her body. At first, the heat of her urine had been comfortable, even pleasurable, but it had quickly started to cool and she began to fear the possibility of frostbite on her legs and feet. They would likely reach the warmth of the castle before it became a problem, though. She glanced up at the carriage from beneath her hood, and saw the Prince was still staring at her with a dazed grin on his face. What is he doing that for, she thought. If he wasn't going to punish her, did he find some amusement from it? Did he find her funny? She pulled her hood back down and kept jogging beside the carriage. Prince Baeden finally tore his gaze away from the servant girl. He realized it was utterly rude to stare as such, but for some inexplicable reason he found the scene fascinating. This small girl had obviously done everything in her power to contain herself, despite the fact that she knew the length of the journey ahead of them. What was it about women that made them torment themselves such over something so simple and understandable? Why not just say she needed a piss and stop the carriage to properly relieve herself? But then he thought of his mother, and how she would have reacted if a servant girl were to interrupt their travels in such a manner. Maybe it was better this way after all. He shifted in his seat, and felt his manhood stiffen slightly beneath his chainmail greaves. He looked back down at the girl, and had to admit to himself that she was definitely attractive. Her best point was her eyes, which were a shade of amber he had never seen before. He had a good look at them while they were staring each other down as she was wetting herself. In the light of the sun they looked nearly purple. Other than her eyes, her hair was another fine feature, a dark, morose shade of red that matched the very few leaves that remained on the trees above them. She was healthier than other servant girls he had seen, obviously receiving better and more food as she was a personal servant to the Royal Family. She was the perfect height, he estimated 15 centimeters shorter than his two meters. Her legs were long but they didn't take away from the rest of her body. Even through her heavy animal skin coat (Elk, he thought), her breasts were standing out, enhanced by the chain pressing into them from either side. He shifted again, feeling his bladder pressing into the rope tying his robes together. He thought about calling for the carriage to stop so he could attend to his need, but in his endless chivalry, refused to force the servant girl to know this after she had so strongly fought for her dignity. He looked away from her just as he heard two twangs of crossbow strings, and the two leading guards fell to the ground, dead. ***************************************************************************************************************** Chapter 2- Trees Marina screamed as twelve men sprinted onto the road from the surrounding forest, coated in white fur that had perfectly hidden them within the snowbanks. The rear guards drew their broadswords, but they were dispatched by two more crossbowmen. Marina dove for cover under the carriage, and she heard the Queen shriek as she was pulled from her seat. Marina saw the Queen's light blue robe as she was dragged into the forest away from the carriage. Above herself, she heard Prince Baeden scream in fury, the sound of a sword unsheathing, followed by multiple metallic clashes. She heard a fwhump from behind her, and rolled over to see the Prince laying on his back beside the carriage. The bandits surrounded him, but he rolled backwards onto his feet, sweeping his sword around, cutting the legs of three of the bandits. They fell, and the Prince sprinted for the front of the carriage. She heard a horse neigh angrily, and the carriage began to move forward, with Marina still attached to it. She was spun out from under the carriage and started to get dragged behind it, and she looked down to see the Prince sprinting after her, holding the Hawk Axe of a fallen bandit. He dove through the air, driving the spike of the axe into the chain that held her, breaking the link as the carriage sped away from them. Prince Baeden grabbed the servant girl and tossed her over a snowbank into the forest. He threw the axe into the chest of the nearest pursuing bandit, and dove over the snowbank after her. He lifted her to her feet and lead her by the hand deep through the trees into the forest. Every few steps he turned to look behind them, until eventually the bandits were nowhere to be seen. Finally, Baeden stopped to catch his breath, the servant girl stopping beside him. She had tears pouring from her beautiful eyes and the Prince could hardly stand the sight. "Who were th-" she stammered, but was interrupted by the Prince. "What is your name?" "Wha-" "Your name, girl. Tell me." "I am Marina, my Prince. I just- Thank you for-" "Silence, Marina. We mustn't draw attention to ourselves right now. Stay close to me. I have to capture one of them and figure out where they've taken my mother." He turned and began to head back towards the road. Marina followed the Prince, ever more aware of the freezing water within her boots and pants. She feared the effects of the cold almost more than she feared the bandits...or the Prince. "Wait, please," she called. He stopped and turned to her. "What is it?" Summoning all the bravery she had in her small frame, she just decided to spit it out. "You saw what happened to me earlier. My boots and pants are soaking wet, and frostbite will soon set in. I need to find shelter and warmth or I will die out here, or at best, lose my legs. I understand you must find your mother, but please: Allow me to seek shelter on my own." He stared at her inquisitively. "You speak very interestingly for a servant. Where were you raised?" Marina failed to see the urgency of this question, but she decided to humor him. "I was raised within the castle since birth, trained to be a personal servant to you and the Queen. I was only given the true duty two weeks ago." "Very well. If you are a servant to us, is it not your duty to offer your life to protect the Queen?" "Well, yes, but if-" "Then we shall find you shelter and warmth, and upon recovery you will help me recover the Queen. These bandits are well-known around these parts. They make a habit of capturing nobles and ransoming them for gold, although they've never been bold enough to target the Royal Family. I don't fear for my mother's immediate safety, they have no history of killing or harming their captives." He motioned for Marina to follow, and lead her into the thick trees again. After trudging through even more snow, Marina spotted a cliff face hidden behind a group of evergreens which were leaning against the rock, leaving a patch of dry ground underneath the snow. "There!" she whispered, pointing at the potential shelter. Baeden walked underneath the trees, pushing into them to make sure they wouldn't fall or shift, burying them in snow. Once he determined them to be solid enough, he motioned for Marina to enter the shelter. She collapsed onto the dry pine-covered ground, exhausted from the journey, her accident, and fleeing from the bandits. The Prince sat next to her and saw her begin to shiver. "You aren't wrong, frostbite will set in soon without intervention. However there is no way I can light a fire with hostile men in the territory." Without another word, he leaned over Marina and quickly pulled off her freezing boots and then began to untie the rope of her pants. "Oy, what do you think you're doing!" she spat, before she could stop herself. Baeden looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry Marina, but you have to understand. This is survival, there's no room for dignity or shame here. If you leave the wet clothes on, you know what will happen." And he pulled free the bow on her pants and slid them off of her before she could protest further. She was now exposed to the open air, and despite all the bad circumstances the Prince could not help but notice the perfect two-inch gap between her thighs and her tight womanhood that appeared as no more than a slit underneath her lower hair. He looked up into her face which was redder than the setting sun, then finally shook off the hypnotizing sight and jumped into action, removing the outer layer of his robe and wrapping it around her feet and legs. He lay next to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her legs. And there they stayed, for an hour without saying a word. As time passed, Marina grew more and more comfortable. Her legs quickly warmed between the Prince's soft robe and his tight grasp, and she felt herself shiver from a new feeling entirely: Excitement. She was laying in a forest with a Prince, a PRINCE, beside her, embracing her nearly naked legs with his head inches from her most private areas. She turned red again as she felt herself unwillingly moisten beneath the Prince's robe. The Prince slid upwards slightly and she was terrified that he may have noticed this, but then she saw something she never imagined she would see a Prince do. He rolled onto his back and openly grabbed his manhood, letting out what could only be described as an anguished groan. After the initial shock of this display, she remembered: He had not relieved himself since the Feast the night before. With every passing second she felt herself getting braver and more comfortable around the Prince, and she spoke to him. "My Prince, I know that you have not...tended to your humanly needs in well over twenty hours. There is no shame in it, you must do it sometime." To her surprise, the Prince did not appear upset with her proposition. "I cannot leave this shelter," he whispered simply. "The bandits could be anywhere and I can't let my guard down as such." It was though Marina was under some sort of spell, she couldn't control the words coming from her mouth. "Then do it here, my Lord. I swear to you, it does not offend me." The Prince's face was contorted in concentration, he was obviously at the very limits of his capacity. "Think about it, if we are attacked while your need is so urgent you would not be able to fight." She looked at him, entranced by how human he appeared, a high class noble being held to such basic needs. And for whatever reason, Marina loved it. She was surprised by what he said next. "What about you? It has been over two hours since you did it. I saw you going at that barrel of water last night, I'm sure you have need again." Marina hadn't even thought about it with all the excitement, but now that it was mentioned, she did feel the pressure that had been so familiar to her for all that day. "Yes, my Prince, I do feel it again. But I'm sure my need is nowhere as strong as yours." She finally had the luxury of crossing her legs now, and she felt the Prince's robe pressing against her womanhood. "It wouldn't be proper of me to relieve myself while you have need of it too," he said, and ironically went back to openly holding himself and breathing heavily. Marina wouldn't have any of that. She pulled his robe off of her and kneeled straight. He turned his head to look at her, and his face instantly went blank again the same as when she lost control beside the carriage. If he looked on with such fascination then, he could see even more now. She crawled to the base of the shelter, and leaned back against one of the trees. To Lunambra Pt. 01 "I will free you of your need to be 'proper' then," she said, and a jet of urine began spraying out from between her legs. It was too much for the Prince, and he began desperately tugging at the rope on his inner robes and finally his greaves underneath. As Marina was still going, he freed his manhood and slowly knelt beside Marina. She looked at him, at it. She had never seen a man's effects before, save for paintings and statues. It was so much bigger than either of these art forms displayed. She realized that the Prince was still looking at her, and he wasn't yet releasing his water. Her legs were positioned so he could only see from the side, and in a moment of impulse she widened her legs to give him view of herself. This did it. He began to go, gasping and groaning in pleasure as he finally released twenty-one hours worth of urine. She ran out after a few more seconds, but kept staring at the Prince as he relieved himself beside her. He quickly tried to turn away from her, but she crawled further towards the edge of the shelter forcing him to stay facing her, as if he turned he would wet their pine bedding. "Does this amuse you, girl?" he said in an agitated tone, as she continued watching him intently. However despite his pride, his body failed him, and she saw his organ stiffen greater with each passing moment she watched him. Her womanhood was still in full view, and not even a Prince could deny her attraction. Soon enough, he finished his business and collapsed backwards onto the pine bedding. Marina watched as he struggled to stuff his hardened member back into his tight chain and leather greaves, but it was futile. Marina lay naked beside him and his thoughts would not leave her. But he was a Prince, his honor forbade him to take advantage of the girl. And so he continued to lie there, his manhood standing straight as a Royal Guard. Marina would not take her eyes off it, as he could not take his eyes off of her. Marina's legs were getting cold from the open air, but she did not want to wrap herself as the Prince was still exposed. It was a standoff of a very unique nature, but one of them would have to falter. Marina decided to make her move. She pulled the robes back over herself, and slid upwards to lay next to the Prince. She was now pressed against him, and she opened the robe and covered the Prince with it as well. "I offered my robe to you, there is no need to share its warmth with me," he said softly, his breath passing over her ear as he spoke. She shivered but managed to compose herself. "There is nothing wrong with a woman being chivalrous, my Lord. I know you must be very cold." He could not deny her statement, he was very cold indeed. He pulled the robe tighter over himself and Marina did the same. They stayed there as the sun set behind the trees and the shelter slowly fell into complete blackness. Baeden's back grew sore from a stone that had been digging into it for a time, and he rolled to his right and felt his manhood press against her leg. Before he could turn away, she sleepily swatted at it, causing him to yelp softly. She rolled around and glared at him. "What was that sound for?" she asked. "You hit me in my-" But he didn't need to finish his sentence. Marina began giggling like a young girl, pressing her hands against her mouth to stifle herself. "I'm sorry, I thought there may have been a squirrel on me or some such, are you alright?" she said through continuous laughter. The Prince couldn't help himself, and he began chuckling along with her. He wasn't sure what he found so funny, but her laughter was contagious. He realized that they were making far too much noise, and he pulled her against his chest until they both regained their senses. They stayed together for a time, breathing softly and feeling each other's warmth. Finally Marina looked into the eyes of the Prince. "Do you want me, my Prince?" Baeden held his breath and closed his eyes, fighting every instinct his body was shouting at him. "I cannot. I am honorbound to-" "Oh I'm sorry, but to hell with your honor, if you want to have me, then I am yours right here and now!" she whispered desperately into his ear. He couldn't stop himself, and his right hand slid down between her legs. She inhaled deeply and pressed herself into him, holding his hand against her burning mound. He stroked her hair with his left hand and rubbed her soaked womanhood with his right. His middle finger slid smoothly into her, and he gently rotated his hand, coinciding with Marina's own gyrating. Her eyes and mouth were tightly squeezed shut, and she moaned inwardly, using all her strength not to yell out loud. He moved his left hand from his hair over her right breast, gently squeezing and rubbing it through her coat. She pulled her hands up and fiddled with the buttons until the coat fell loose, exposing her small but extremely smooth and perky breasts. Her nipples stood at full attention, and her entire body quivered with lust. He ran his left hand over her breast, gently circling her nipple as she breathed heavily into his chest. His right hand continued its work, sliding in and out of her body. He felt that rough patch about three inches into her and began to rub it and push on it, the only thing that ever seemed to get a reaction out of the many princesses he had been presented with. However, Marina's response was far greater than any of those. She squealed and gripped his arm so tightly it almost hurt, and she pressed her face into his robe to stop herself from screaming. She thrust forward and back, pressing herself against his hand as hard as she could. Eventually she could take the teasing no longer, and she pushed his hand away and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him. Baeden kneeled over her, gripping his rock-hard member and began to lean into her...but with the willpower of God Himself, he fell to the ground and pulled the robe tight around Marina's shaking body. "Honorbound or not, it isn't the time nor the place. Sleep now, we search for the Queen come morning." And that was that. She was left hot and untended, as was the Prince, but if he would restrain himself she must do so as well. For well over an hour she fought the desire to bring herself to satisfaction beneath the robe, but she finally drifted into a restful sleep. Marina awoke the next morning to the Prince gently shaking her shoulder. She sat up and looked around, and saw her pants and boots were hanging over a small firepit, as well as a large flask full of melted snow. "Won't that draw attention to ourselves?" she asked. "I believe we are safe here, for now. Listen, you can hear birds chirping about from every direction. If there was anything dangerous about, they would be silent," he explained. "And also, I've made sure to cut the bark off the wood I'm burning, to make it produce less smoke." Marina sat up and pulled off the blanket, standing straight for the first time in what felt like a year. She stretched, and Baeden looked up at her, still naked from the waist down. The sun shone through her thin legs, making her private hair glow a bright red. He quickly looked away this time, last night's rest allowing him to focus better on his composure. "Your clothing is dry, get dressed, we must leave this shelter soon." "I'll get dressed soon enough, but I must tend to another matter first." And she leaned back against the cliff wall and relieved herself where she stood. Baeden looked on from the corner of his eye as she emptied herself, secretly amazed at the boldness this girl showed in the face of Royalty. He knew that many other Princes and Kings would go as far as to execute the girl if she had done such an act before them, but Baeden was never like other Royalty. He had been introduced to many princesses, but as the male heir of Lunambra he had no obligation to take any but whom he chose. And he chose none of them, not due to lack of beauty, or lack of their desire for him. He rejected their father's propositions for a reason many would find superficial or paranoid: The fact that none of them acted like a real person. They had all been trained from birth for the singular reason of being shoved into the arms of a prince of their father's choice. Each of them walked the same way, spoke with the same manner, greeted him with the same words, and lay still as he took them to his bed except when he rubbed that special spot. And each left his kingdom with the same stone-set face. No sadness of his rejection, no unique attempts to regain his favor. Now he stood as this beautiful, astounding, emotional, animalistic girl finished urinating and walked proudly across their shelter where she pulled her pants on, tied them tightly, and slid her feet back into her warmed boots. He wanted her, there was simply no denying it. Once they returned to the castle, Baeden would find this girl and finish what she had started. "Drink," he said. "We've had no water since the Feast, and we must be healthy for what is to come." So she drank, estimating half the flask and passed the rest to Baeden, who finished it off. He tossed it back to Marina, instructing her to fill it with more snow. After she had filled the flask, Baeden slid it into the pocket of his robe, which he put back over his body. It smelled of the scent of a woman, and it fogged his mind. He couldn't have the distraction. He tossed the robe into the flames as Marina looked on inquisitively. He took the robe's bright blue color into consideration and said: "The color of the robe does nothing to blend with the environment. If we can avoid being detected, we'll be much better off. Now come, it's time we leave." ********************************************************************************************************* Chapter 3- Stone Queen Jenara opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but was held back from both directions. Through tired, cloudy eyes, she looked to her left and then her right to see that her hands and feet were chained to a stone slab. And even worse than that, she was naked. She tried to pull at her chains, but was stopped by the overwhelming pressure inside of her. She crushed her legs together and gasped, barely containing herself through the wave of urgency. It passed and she lay back, breathing heavily. She figured many hours must have passed since the bandits attacked the carriage, as she had been managing herself fine there but was in agony at the moment. She had not felt the need for relief so greatly since she was in training as a Lady-in-Waiting as a little girl, with the threat of sleeping on the hard floor looming over her if she were to wet herself. Of course the test was a trick from the start, and they had planned to force her to wait until she lost control no matter how long it took. And now she was again laying on a stone floor, again about to lose to her bodily limits. Again her insides throbbed, and she let out a yell this time, a yell that echoed through the stone chambers. "Hello?" A small voice piped up from beside the queen, and she turned to see another woman sitting in the corner behind her, also naked. The Queen was taken aback by how similar the woman looked to her. The same flowing brown hair, smooth, pale skin, same strong frame, even the same green eyes. From a distance, she could easily be mistaken for the Queen. This thought is what allowed the Queen to realize that she had very likely indeed been mistaken for her, which was why she was here. "Who are you, girl?" the Queen asked, even though the woman nearly matched her age of 38. "I am just an adventurer, my Queen. I was attacked by many men two days earlier, and I believe they mistook me for you. I must say, we do appear alike. They've treated me surprisingly well, but I fear I won't remain so fortunate now that they know they have the wrong woman." "I see. Do you know where we are?" the Queen asked her. "Yes. We are at Olsha Fortress." The Queen recognized the name. It was only about half a mile off the road she was taken from. "I used to nearly live here as a child, right after it was abandoned as a military post once we allied with Valdus." The Queen laughed painfully. "I watched my father give that order. Ironic now, that I am held by brigands who are only here due to this order." She was interrupted by heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway outside the prison door. A tall, bearded man dressed in heavy chain and plate armor unlocked the steel door and entered their cell. "Aye hello there, Queeny," he said in a gruff, deep voice. "Glad we finally have the right one of you. We were certain it was her, until she started screamin' and pissin' all over the place. Shameful display for a Queen we thought, so I took the time from my day to question her. She managed to convince me that she were not Royalty, which lead us to find you." The Queen stayed silent. "You don't need to say nothin', the gold and weapons we found on your carriage as well as the guards tell me we got the right bitch this time." The bandit placed his hand on her right breast, and she stared daggers into him but made no sound. His hand ran down her body towards her womanhood, but before he got there his hand passed over her massive, bulging bladder. She involuntarily shouted, slamming her legs shut and squirming as much as the chains allowed. The bandit grinned evilly at her. "BOYS, GET OVER HERE!" he shouted. Soon more footsteps approached, and four men joined him over her naked body. "I think this cunt needs a piss as well, wouldn't you think?" he laughed. The other men joined in his laughter. "I feel like it would be amusing to watch a Queen humiliate herself so. He leaned against the wall, watching her. "How long do you think you can wait, eh?" The Queen's fury blocked out any of his proposed humiliation. She continued to stare him down, and she released her legs grip on each other. For twenty minutes she lay there, each second feeling as an hour. With each breath she took, her vulva twitched and her muscles strained. She could see her stomach bulging nearly six inches beyond its usual size, and she was thankful she had no girdle or belt to compress it. Her pride allowed her to contain herself. She did not know this, but inside of her, two liters of wine and water pushed down on her, more than she had ever before contained. She would never admit it, but many times during and after feasts she had allowed herself to leak into her many undergarments to relieve some pressure, but now she had no such option. The slightest amount of fluid escaping her would be fully visible to everyone, and so she held. After half an hour, the men gave up the vigil. "I'll be back soon to see your mess," their leader spat as he left the room. As soon as he was gone, the Queen began to cry, something she had not done in many years. Not out of fear or pain, but from the insult of knowing she would soon burst, giving her captors the satisfaction. "I'm sorry for what has happened to you, girl," she said to the other captive. "I wish I could defy them but my body is going to fail me as yours did. Soon I am going to wet myself on this floor like a common peasant child." The woman's next words made no sense to the Queen, at first. "Not if I hide it." "How could we hide it, we have no cloth, no holes-" And the Queen gasped as the woman crawled over her and knelt beside her legs. "My Queen, would you do anything do defy these men, anything to prevent them the sight of your loss of control?" The girl spoke seriously, looking into the Queen's eyes. "I would. But I simply do not see what-" And the girl turned, kneeling over the Queen and placing her hands on the floor beside the Queen's hips. She lowered her head, and placed her mouth over the Queen's womanhood just as she lost control of her waters. The Queen went dumb with relief, unable to protest the abhorrent maneuver the girl had performed. She burst directly into the woman's mouth, and she swallowed every drop the Queen put out. She tried continuously to stop her flow, but it was well over ten seconds before her muscles regained enough strength to stop it. Trying to stifle her moans of relief, she glared down at the girl, who wiped the Queen's urine off of her chin. "How...dare you," the Queen hissed down at the woman. "I should have you banish- execu- burned at the-" But her head fell back. Every muscle in her body was weak from holding her drink, and her mind finally realized that she had just been saved earthshattering humiliation in the face of her enemies. Soon afterwards, she heard people approaching once more from the hall. The leader and his four men entered the cell. He stared at her inquisitively. "What trickery is this!? I saw with my own eyes the size of your belly and somehow you stay dry." A brilliant idea filled the Queen's mind. "It is because I am a Sorceress, you animal." She mustered the best 'evil grin' she could manage. "The one and only reason I have not melted off these chains and turned you and your men into tadpoles is because I respect the laws of this country and want to see you held to trial and hung from the neck until dead. I remain here, for I have sent my Familiar to the castle to notify the Captain of the Guard of my whereabouts. Now leave me be, and await my army as they tear this fortress to the ground." Her deception worked perfectly. Fearful expressions spread over their faces as she spoke, and on her last word each and every one of them stumbled backwards from the room. Putting herself in the shoes of a simpleton, she could hardly blame them for believing her. It was utterly obvious that she was about to wet herself, and for the problem to suddenly vanish was as close to sorcery as the real world would ever see. The true solution to the problem likely seemed unfathomable to the bandits, and the Queen would have never thought of it herself. While they would not believe her act forever, the other woman's quick actions had bought them more time, which was all they needed. The woman spoke again. "That was a smart plan, my Queen, but we both well know there is no army on their way. Will we really remain safe here? "You needn't worry," the Queen whispered to the girl, now smiling true. "These men will be not but corpses before this day is out. My son escaped their first attack, and I swear to you, his wrath is far greater than any army." ****************************************************************************************************** Chapter 4- Interrogation The bandit slipped on a patch of ice, slowing him just enough for Baeden to catch up. The Price crashed into the terrified bandit with all his weight, sending him sprawling to the ground. Baeden drew his longsword and thrust the tip through the bandit's left leg. He cried out in agony, but was given no quarter as Baeden lifted him off the ground by his baldric and slammed him violently against the trunk of a tall evergreen. Baeden leaned in, his face no further than an inch from the bandit's. "WHERE IS SHE!?" He roared, smashing the bandit into the tree once more. "Fuck off," the bandit spat, fruitlessly struggling against the Prince's iron grip. Baeden stepped back, then lunged forward landing an explosive overhand punch to the bandit's chest, shattering his collarbone with his steel gauntlet. The bandit crumpled to the ground, and was met by a steel boot crashing down onto his elbow, dislocating the joint. Baeden pulled him to his feet, and asked again: "WHERE IS MY MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOUR MEN KEEPING THE QUEEN!?" "She...the...is at," he mumbled, close to losing consciousness. Baeden dragged him along the ground and shoved his face into a pile of snow, shocking him awake, then tossed him back to the ground, placing the edge of his sword along the bandit's throat. With unfocused eyes, he said: "We're holding her in Olsha fortress-" To Lunambra Pt. 01 "How many of you are there?" Baeden hissed at him. "Ow, there's another thirteen of us, but-" And the Prince cut his throat. He lay gurgling for a moment, then leaned back, dead. Baeden looked to the treeline, at Marina, who was crouching hidden in a bush watching his interrogation. She stepped out, looking at him fearfully. "Did you really need to kill him? He told you where the Queen was." The Prince walked to Marina, sheathing his blade and placing his hands on both her shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. "Listen to me and understand, Marina. These men are not knights, this is not a Joust or Tournament. They lack any and all honor or dignity, and they can not, under any circumstances, be underestimated or afforded mercy. They will torture and ransom me, they will rape you and sell you into slavery, and while you may already consider yourself a slave, I promise you that your new owners will not treat you as the Royalty of Lunambra does. I know you have never experienced warfare, and resent me if you must but I cannot hold back against them." She looked back at him, and to his surprise, she nodded wisely. "I may not be accustomed to death, but I understand the danger that we face. Do what you must." "Thank you. Now stay close to me." They trudged through the forest for another thirty minutes, and finally came back to the road they were traveling on. They could see the abandoned carriage sitting still a few hundred yards in the distance, and the castle town looming miles away. "Should you not get to the castle and muster a force?" Marina asked. "I'm afraid not. Even though we know where my mother is, all of these old outposts have tall watchtowers and underground escape routes. A number of men approaching would quickly alert them, and they would flee before we reached the gates. I must sneak in and rescue her quietly. Listen, Marina. You should not come in there with me, it's no place for a noncombatant. Go back to our carriage and rest until I return." Marina glared at him. "Bugger that, I'm far better off at your side than hiding in a glorified meat barrel for some bear to find." Baeden knew perfectly well that these lands were inhabited by bears, wolves, and many other dangerous creatures. He decided her response was fair enough despite the crudeness of it, so he nodded. "Very well. Olsha is about half a mile off the road, to the west. I know these forests, but stay close." So they continued to trudge through the slush and snow, stopping once to refill their canteen again. After nearly an hour of slowly navigating the forest, Baeden held out his arm to stop Marina. Silently, he pointed two fingers at his eyes, the universal symbol for 'Look at this', then pointed forwards and up, through the tree canopy. Marina squinted to see through the sunlight, but her eyes quickly adjusted and she saw a stone turret towering over the pines. She nodded, and followed as Baeden moved quietly towards the fortress. They soon reached a clearing, a stone plateau rising above a small ditch littered with bushes and small trees. Suddenly, Baeden pushed her down against a prickly bush. She looked at him, flustered, but he just motioned for silence and pushed her harder against the painful shrub. She almost let out a moan, but froze as she heard footsteps sloshing through the snow no more than two feet above her head. Without moving her head, she moved her eyes upwards so far that they hurt, and saw a man dressed in thick leather armor carrying a crossbow passing their hiding spot. Right after he passed, Baeden peeked out of their cover, glancing in every direction. Deciding it was clear of other threats, he drew his dagger and vaulted onto the plateau. The bandit heard the jingling of his chainmail, but Baeden moved with such speed that he never had time to call out. Rolling to his feet, Baeden jumped through the air, flying an incredible distance for the amount of armor he was wearing. As he impacted the bandit, he plunged the dagger into his throat, and the bandit crashed into the ground. As the ground was stone, and the bandit was wearing leather rather than chain, his falling made nothing more than a soft thump. Baeden landed gracefully, but his armor still made far too much noise. Marina eyed the dead bandit. "He looks just about your size. If we're trying to handle this quietly, you need to lose your armor, it sounds like a boar in a potter's shop. Put on this leather, it's protective enough and much quieter, not to mention darker in color." Without a thought, Baeden began pulling off his tabard, then stopped. He stared at Marina, realizing that she delivered her words in a manner that could have come straight from one of his Knights. Again, she reaffirmed his opinion that she was no light-headed servant girl. "You speak to me as an equal, without fear. I am not angry about it, but I am curious as to why you are so casual with me. All of my servants fear me, bend to my every whim. What is it that allows you to see that I am not like the other Royalty?" "Your servants need only see you as a fixed point, my Prince. They've never fought with you, they've never survived with you. I've seen your strength, your love, your drive, your ability. I've seen you at your most vulnerable, and you at mine. I feel as though there is no need to behave as a servant to you anymore. I know you won't have me beheaded for speaking my mind, and I know that you find me worthy of your chivalry. There is simply no use in attempting to behave properly, we are out here together, trying to save the Queen, trying to stay alive." At her words, Baeden was overcome with a surge of lust. He reached out, gripping Marina's arms. She stumbled into him, her breasts pressing softly into his chest. He moved his left hand upwards, brushing her cheek then sliding his hand to the back of her head. He leaned in, and so did she. As their lips were about to touch, Marina's eyes drifted to the right, to the body of the bandit that still lay bleeding. He came crashing back to earth, and pulled away from her. "I apologize. But you are correct, my armor isn't proper for this sort of thing." Baeden stripped down as Marina looked on. She eyed his front, seeing that his body had again failed his intentions, causing his manhood to press forcefully against his light underclothes. He looked up at Marina and turned red when he saw her staring at his erect member as she smiled innocently at him. Despite this, he equipped the dead bandit's leather armor. Handling the body caused his organ to calm down quickly, and he was able to shove it down into the leather greaves. He piled his expensive chainmail and plate boots and gauntlets under a tree to retrieve later. "Come on," he said, and he grabbed the bandit's crossbow and quiver and moved towards the fortress with Marina following behind. ******************************************************************************************** Chapter 5- Training Slinking through the trees with the agility of a cat, the Prince pressed himself against the stone wall surrounding the fortress. Marina came in behind him, much less gracefully, and stood by his side. Baeden stood tall and jumped, grasping the top of the wall and pulling himself up enough to peek over it. He glanced around, then dropped back to the ground. "The gate is on the other side of the fortress. I don't see any men, lets get over this wall quickly." He held out his hands to Marina, and she stepped into them. He lifted her with ease, and pushed her up and over the wall, where she crash-landed with a loud thump. He then jumped again, hauling himself over and climbing down next to her. "Listen Marina, I mean no offense, but you move like a wounded cow," he said, half as a fact and half as a retort to her 'Boar in a potter's shop' line. She stared at him indignantly, but he ignored her glare and continued. "You need to stay low, keep your legs loose. When you step, put down your foot heel-first and then roll your foot into the step. Watch and feel for branches or crunching leaves as you walk," he whispered into her ear. "Alright, I understand," she whispered back. They circled around the fortress, Marina doing her best to follow Baeden's instructions and remain silent. As she tried to loosen up the muscles in her legs, she felt the pressure in her bladder. She had been drinking from the canteen a lot more than Baeden. She squeezed her legs together for a few seconds, then continued to follow Baeden to the base of the fortress tower, and he peeked around the corner. He held up his hand, and again performed the 'Look here' gesture, and she crawled past his legs and looked where he pointed. Two guards stood a short distance away, positioned on small guard platforms built onto the stone walls. Looking around, she could see nobody else. One of the guards began to turn in their direction, and Baeden grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back into cover. "Marina, I hate to ask this of you, but do you think you can handle a crossbow?" "Well I've...I've never fired one, I've never killed-" "I know that, but are you willing to in order to save my mother?" Marina inhaled deeply. Despite the Prince's earlier words, she knew of war. As the Queen slept or was being handled by other servants, she had read many tomes on battlefield tactics, the use of weapons such as bows, crossbows, longswords, and ballistas. She was afraid of what she may feel if she killed a man, but she was also adamant about saving the Queen and, if she could be of any help, aiding the Prince. "I will do as you ask. You must pull the bow for me though, I fear I lack the arm strength for it." "Of course," he said, "but first I want to give you a quick idea of how to use this thing." He handed the unloaded weapon to Marina. "Pay close attention to me. The guards are about fifteen meters away, and I estimate the draw weight of this crossbow to be about 130 pounds. The bolts have heavy iron broadheads. With all these variables, I anticipate a drop of no more than three inches during the bolt's flight. You need to brace the bow against your shoulder and look through this notch right over the bolt's fletching. Line up this notch with the nail on the tip of the bow. When you have an accurate sight picture, you need to slowly exhale and then gently rub the trigger, this metal bar right here. Do NOT squeeze it or jerk it, or you will lose all of your accuracy." Marina did as he said, pressing the weapon tightly to her shoulder and looking down the sights. She aligned the notch with the nail, and when satisfied with her handling of the bow, she slid her fingers down the trigger until the string lock made a soft click, then lowered the bow. "I think I get how it works," she said tentatively. "I wish you could take a practice shot, but we only have three bolts, we can't waste them. Listen, I'm trusting you with our lives here. Do not fire unless you know your aim is true. I'm going to circle the wall and take position underneath the guard on the left. You target the guard on the right. When you see me get underneath him and I wave, you can fire when ready. As soon as he falls, I'll take out my target before he can yell. Are you sure you can do this?" Marina nodded reassuringly. "Yes. Trust me, I can do this." Baeden nodded, and took the bow from her. He placed his foot through the stirrup, effortlessly pulling the string into place and sliding a bolt down the body of the crossbow. He then pressed outward on the trigger until it clicked into place, ready to fire. He handed Marina the weapon and began to quietly sneak around the tower. She watched as he moved like a panther, so low to the ground that his chest brushed the leaves under him. He reached the short guard platform, and slid under the wooden supports. He gave her a wave, and watched for her attack. Marina lifted the bow, pressing it to her shoulder. Again she aligned the sights of the bow, and she leveled the front nail with the top of her target's head. Lifting her aim another tiny amount to account for gravity, she slowly reached for the trigger. Every bit of her focus was on her aim, and she began to slowly exhale. Just as her fingers brushed the trigger, the bolt released. It flew at an unexpected speed, burying itself into the back of the guard's head. As soon as he fell, Baeden lunged upwards, grasping the second guard's ankle and hauling him off the platform. He fell beside him, rolling into a choke hold and stayed there until the bandit stopped struggling. And with as little mercy as he had shown the others, he plunged his dagger into the bandit's throat to stop any chance of him waking up later. Marina gasped, falling backwards against the fortress wall. She was visibly shaken, breathing heavily and beginning to tear up. Baeden sprinted back to her, and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry, Marina. You shouldn't have had to do that." "No it's...I know I had to..." Marina suddenly felt something and looked down. She realized just now that she was wetting herself, liquid pouring from the rear of her leather pants. She placed a hand over herself and squeezed, stopping the flow quickly. She just sat there and cried lightly as Baeden held her and they lay against the wall, Marina's head resting on Baeden's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I needed to, but I didn't want to...again..." "It's alright, Marina. You did a great job. However, we need to keep moving. Wait here a moment." Baeden ran off again, and returned in a few minutes carrying a set of leather armor. "You're going to have to put this on." Marina squealed and shuffled backwards. "I can't wear a dead man's clothes, it's-" Baeden laughed. "Don't worry, it's not from them. I found it in a storehouse on the other side of the tower, see, no blood at all." Marina looked them over, and deciding they were indeed clean, agreed. "I took the smallest set I could find, but I'm afraid it's still much too big for you. Do what you can with it, though." He politely faced away as Marina began to change. She kicked off her boots and pulled down her tight, wet pants, then she unbuttoned and discarded her leather coat. She stood there, completely naked with Baeden only a few feet away. She had not given him the courtesy of looking away as he changed, but such was the honor of a Prince. She picked up the leather greaves and pulled them up her legs, where they hung loose and the armored panels slid over her kneecaps. She then tried pulling on the cuirass, but the straps hung low and swung freely behind her. She looked at Baeden. "Excuse me, my Prince. I am inexperienced in the proper way to wear this sort of thing. I'd be very grateful if you would be willing to help me." Baeden turned, seeing her draped in the extremely loose armor, the cuirass hanging low so her left breast was exposed to him. He grinned involuntarily and walked behind her. "Of course I'll help you," he said quietly. "I'm going to be tightening everything up so don't start fussing or you'll get your skin caught in a buckle." She smiled back at him, and stood still. He started by removing the cuirass completely and focused on the greaves, saying: "We need to get these on right or the waist of the armor won't sit properly." He pulled her greaves up hard, and she felt them almost click into place, the armored panels resting on her thighs and shins as they should. However, the hard leather dug into her womanhood causing a good deal of discomfort. "Hey, wait. The pants are digging into my, well, you know," she said, blushing slightly. "It hurts." Baeden grinned again. "First thing, when you're talking about 'pants' with armor on them, they're called greaves. And the 'shirt' would be called a cuirass. The gloves are gauntlets, and the boots can either simply be called boots, or be considered a part of the greaves. And let me see what I can do about your problem there." He ran off again, and soon returned with a small sheet of cloth. "I think this is a table napkin. It was folded and clean, so I say it's good enough." Without hesitation, he pulled the greaves halfway down and pressed the cloth hard between her legs. She gasped and almost stepped back, but held her ground and smiled at the Prince. "Here, hold your legs together to keep it in place." She did so, and he pulled the greaves back up as high as they would go, the cloth stopping the leather from rubbing directly against her body. He tightly tied the rope behind her, stuffing the remainder down by her rear. Marina couldn't stop grinning, she loved being handled as such by the Prince. She felt like she should be less submissive, but at this point she would let him do anything he wanted to her. She trusted that he would never harm her, so she let him fiddle around with her body as he put the armor on her. Next came the cuirass. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "You know, the cuirass is supposed to go over a thick shirt or coat, you didn't have to take it off." She blushed, and he bent over to pick up her leather coat. He placed it over her shoulders but did not yet button it. He placed his hands on her hips and ran them slowly up her torso, stopping just under her breasts. He allowed himself the quickest touch of them, then buttoned up her coat. He lifted the cuirass over her head, and tied the many knots and buckled the many straps going up her back and arms. He gave the final strap a hard tug, pulling the armor tightly against her breasts. Luckily they were small enough, or it would have been very uncomfortable. Finally he slid the gauntlets onto her hands and tied the final knots. She looked over at the last piece of the armor set, the boots. "I didn't think about it when I grabbed them, but those boots will never fit you. They can't simply be lifted or tightened like the rest of it. Luckily you were sitting down when you relieved yourself, so your own boots stayed dry." He handed them to her, and she pulled them onto her feet, tying them tightly. She stood straight and swung her arms around, and shook her legs a bit. She tried crouching, running, and jumping. Once she had a feel for the armor, she took her place at Baeden's side again. "There's one more thing you need," Baeden said, and he ran off once more. He returned quickly, holding his right hand behind his back. He held out his hand, which was holding a beautiful, shining silver shortsword. It had the royal crest engraved in the handguard, and the blade curved elegantly to a fine point. The blade was mirror-polished, but thick and heavy, radiating an air of lethal functionality. "The Queen's own blade. Small enough to hide under her robes should she need it. Fat lot of good it seems to have done her though, I saw it in the storehouse where I got your armor. Here, you keep it in the baldric there," he said as he pointed to the iron loop hanging from the side of her armor. "Sadly there's no sheath, as it's sewed into the Queen's robes. Just be careful of where you're swinging your hands." She took the blade from him. It was heavier than it looked, but not too much so. She held it out, and swung it clumsily through the air. The Prince laughed again as she turned a light shade of red. "This is much easier than the crossbow. Firmly grasp it, but don't press the top of your hand into the handguard, leave about half an inch of space. Most of your grip should be in your middle, ring, and pinky fingers. Leave your pointer finger loose, it makes it easier to handle. It's a one-handed sword, but your hands are small enough where you could use two for more power. It's a slashing blade, but it's perfectly capable of thrusting if it needs to. When you swing, turn your elbow towards your target, then snap your hand forward, rather than just swinging your whole arm. This makes your strikes less predictable as well as gives you extra speed and power. When you stab, turn your right shoulder and hip into it and thrust the blade horizontally. This makes it much more likely to slide between armor plates or under a helmet, as well as feels more natural, like a punch." To Lunambra Pt. 02 ********************** Chapter One - Garden ********************** "I truly do not know if I can contain it any longer, my Prince," Marina moaned as she lay naked and spread-eagle on the massive bed. "I know you can," Baeden assured her. "You've only had eight goblets and it's been less than two hours. The first time I saw you soak yourself you had waited all night and half a day. Your belly is still soft. You can wait a lot longer, I am sure of it." Marina twisted her legs together and held onto Baeden's left arm, her face nuzzled into his shoulder. "That time, I believed my life and home depended on staying dry. Like this, at peace, it's so much harder to hold it in." She slowly slid her right hand down her chest, over her belly, and between her legs. "I feel like I'm going to leak any time now." Baeden smiled at the young, beautiful redhead. "Would you be willing to make this more interesting? I will put you in a dress and veil, and we will go on a stroll through the castle gardens. My mother is with the riding trainer. Any civilians or noblemen who see us will simply believe that you are a Princess I am courting. That is, unless you wet your skirts in front of them." Marina blushed nearly as red as her own hair, squeezing Baeden's arm tighter. "Why do you want me to humiliate myself like that? I know you love it when I hold my waters for you, but here, alone..." "I want to see you like you were the first time we made love, Marina. You were at your very limits, reddened, sweating, your belly was rock-hard. It was the most fascinating thing I've ever seen. You are beautiful as you are now, but I want more than anything to see that desperation again. I do not want you to lose control outside, I want you to hold on until we get back in here." Marina grasped Baeden's hand and moved it between her legs, letting him feel her moist, warm lips. He gently stroked her, and she shivered, pressing his arm against her breasts. "If you want to see me like that again, I will do as you ask. Just understand that I am already very full, and I will not be able to stay out for too long," she whispered. Baeden nodded and rolled to his side, standing straight. Marina smiled at his manhood which stood like a flagpole, leaning over and giving it a quick rub. He swatted her hand away, grinning. "Save it for when we get back. Now what should you wear..." He opened his closet, which he had recently made home to numerous dresses and skirts he picked out specifically for Marina. He shuffled through them, eventually removing a light blue half-dress and white silk underskirts. She nodded approvingly at his choice, and stood up from the soft bed. Baeden stared at her, her small but perfect breasts sitting on her thin chest, her legs squeezed together with a slight bend, one hand pressed between them. Baeden stepped up to her, and kissed her chest and shoulders. "These first," he whispered to her, laying the underskirts on the ground in front of her. She gingerly stepped into them, and Baeden slid them up her slender legs until they rested on her hip. She bounced on the balls of her feet, causing the skirts to floof about cutely. Next, Baeden pulled the light blue dress over her head, and she slid her arms through the silk sleeves. The dress fell across her body and settled around the skirts, and then, to Marina's horror, Baeden held up a lacy blue and white corset. "I can't wear that," Marina gasped. "I'll pee myself immediately." "But no Princess would be seen outside without one. You must keep our cover," Baeden said slyly. "I simply won't be able to make it outside the castle if you put that on me. If you want me to wet a hallway, go ahead." Baeden sighed. "Very well. I will tie it around your chest, but leave it loose on your belly." Marina nodded, and wrapped her arms around Baeden's neck as he tied the corset on her. As promised, he left the laces loose around her stomach, and she could still reach between her legs. "Are you ready?" "Yes, my Prince. I am actually feeling excited by this." "I hoped you would be. Follow me." Baeden led her out of his chambers and through the halls of the castle. Down the stairs of the entrance hall and outside through the back gate, Marina saw the massive garden that spanned out in front of them. Empty, isolated, and in full bloom, she smiled and held on to Baeden's hand. Before they entered the garden, Baeden led her to a stone fountain, from which a thin stream of clean water flowed from the mouth of a stone fish. "Drink, Marina. I fear what you have already had will not be enough to fill you further." Marina blushed again, but obeyed. She drank the sparkling fresh water, gulping down sip after sip until Baeden placed his hand on her shoulder. She was extremely embarrassed, red-faced and grimacing, all while holding a look of adventurous excitement in her eyes. "I cannot believe we are doing this. Anyone could see. I have to pee so badly, I can't hold my legs still anymore..." Baeden stood and helped Marina to her feet. "We are alone here. It is not a harvesting day, and nobody will come until the gardener this afternoon. We have all day." "I will be lucky to make it all hour, my Prince. You say my belly is soft, but if that is true, it is because I must be getting fat. I am truly desperate." Baeden laughed at this. "You are absolutely not getting fat, Marina. You will see today, how much more you can hold. It has been a long time since we first did this." And so they walked into the green garden, Baeden leading the way through the tall hedges and patches of growing vegetables. Marina hobbled behind, stopping to hold herself every few seconds. Baden soon stopped and turned to her. "Stop that. Imagine that we are walking with another Kingdom's royal family. You are full to bursting, but you cannot let it show. You are a princess, you will hold on as long as you need to." Marina removed her hand from her womanhood and stood straight, her legs together and her hands pressed to her sides. "Better," Baeden said, and continued his walk. For nearly an hour they circled the massive garden, and eventually Marina could just not walk properly anymore. She stopped and leaned forward, her hands shooting to her belly. Baeden turned to her and watched as she bent her knees and bounced her bottom, her red hair swaying with her movements. Baeden walked to her and grabbed her hand, and began to pull her along. She gasped and moaned, holding herself with her free hand the whole way. Finally they came to a stone bench in the center of the greenery. Marina made straight for it, sitting down and crossing her legs tightly, gasping out loud and staring into the sky. "You really do look full," Baeden whispered to her. Here, let me..." He sat down next to Marina, staring into her eyes and gently lifting her veil over her head. He wrapped his arm around her side, pulling her onto his lap. She moaned and clenched her legs on either side of his own, pressing herself into him. He slowly slid his arm around her, feeling the front of the corset and pushing in gently. She grasped his arm tightly, hissing in protest, but he kept pushing on her belly, kneading it and pressing it. It was solid and tight now. Not only was Marina desperate for relief, but she was beginning to get increasingly excited. She forced Baeden's hand away, and stood and turned, replacing herself on his lap, but facing him. She held his head in her hands and kissed him, thrusting herself into his leg and putting all her weight on it. "I feel like I am going to start leaking any second, my Prince. I will not make it back to your chambers, and I fear if I tried, I would fail while on the castle stairs." Baeden stayed silent, but grasped the front of her dress and gently lifted it up, along with the three underskirts. He held her right leg and pushed it gently, and she responded by lifting it over his other leg so she fully straddled him. Her bright red lower hair glowed in the sunlight, glistening with either her urine or sex. Baeden looked around, staring at the castle walls, and at the garden around them. They were completely concealed from any windows or balconies, and the garden was silent as the grave. Baeden gave in to himself, grasping for the drawstring on his breeches. Marina helped him, and soon they were past his knees. Baeden got to work on her corset, unlacing it all the way up so her breasts fell loose in her dress. He pulled the light fabric down over her shoulders, exposing them both, and he began to suck gently on her right nipple. "Oh, my Prince, I am...mmm." Baeden felt a sudden spurt of wetness strike his manhood, and looked down at her. A very slow, light leak was escaping the small girl's body, her flower quivering desperately and her legs tightly squeezing his own. "Hold it in, Marina. Just kiss me now, and do not let any more escape you." "You ask the impossible..." she whispered. Baeden held her waist and pressed down, lowering her onto his member. He penetrated her easily, and he used his legs to move her up and down on top of him. She was holding his neck nearly tight enough to strangle him, but he kept his head in her chest and his hands on her hips. They found a rhythm, with Baeden thrusting his legs up and down and Marina gyrating on top of him. Soon, Marina began whimpering desperately into his ear, and with each thrust he could feel her leaking more of her golden liquids. They continued for five minutes, and soon Baeden could not control himself any longer. He pushed Marina off of him, and he came with a powerful moan, shooting his seed into the bush behind her. Marina collapsed on the bench beside him, stroking herself with her own hands, moaning and thrusting, until her whole body began to shake. Then she stood and froze, arms squeezed to her sides in a manner that made her breasts protrude wondrously. "I can't...it's coming now..." Baeden leaned back and watched as the soft hissing noise made itself heard from underneath her dress. A small line of liquid began trickling from beneath her skirts, snaking downhill into the nearest patch of dirt. Baeden stood too, and pressed her dress between her legs as she relieved herself. The fabric was soaked through instantly, pouring over his hand and onto the stone floor. Marina's blushing had somehow surpassed the color of her hair and moved on to a beet or a cherry, and she moved her hips back and forth as he pressed his hand into her. "I cannot believe what you turned me into," she said to him. "I should feel horrific, mortified, but why? I love the way this feels. I know you love this too. It just feels natural, more than anything." "If it feels natural to you, then it is natural. Everyone is a part of this Earth, there is no such thing as unnatural, the way I see it," Baeden whispered to her, still running his hands under her lasting stream. Finally the waterfall ceased, and she released her dress. The entire front of it was soaked, and Baeden could not describe how beautiful she looked if he were the best poet in the Kingdom. "Obviously you cannot go back to the castle like this. Follow me." Marina followed Baeden further into the garden, always glancing around for any sign of another person, but their solitude was total. They soon made it to the center of the garden, where a large fountain flowed fifteen feet in the air. Baeden wrapped his arms around Marina's shoulders and walked her along, kissing her the whole way. "I am truly sorry," Baeden whispered, as they reached edge of the fountain. "For wha-AAAH!" Baeden shoved Marina backwards and she toppled over the stone, splashing into the cold water. She thrashed about, shrieking, and Baeden stood back as she climbed out of the fountain and sprawled out on the stone walkway. "Oh, you bastard," Marina cried, glaring up at Baeden, who was grinning down at her. "I had to do it, Marina. Nobody can tell you wet yourself if, well, all of yourself is wet. Come on, we'll cut through the grass and get you in a warm bath and dry clothes." Marina got unsteadily to her feet and followed Baeden back through the garden. As they approached the staircase into the castle, a short guard jogged out to greet them. "What happened, are you alright, my Lady?" he asked, looking over the drenched girl. "Aye," Baeden spoke for her. "She had a bit too much wine this morning and got a little tipsy by the fountain. Keep your post, I will handle things." The guard saluted Baeden and walked back to the corner of the garden. The two of them quickly ascended the steps and made for Baeden's chambers, locking the door behind them. *************************** Chapter Two - Perspective *************************** Sabina slowly walked through the hedges of the castle garden, rubbing her throbbing, distended bladder through her cloth undercoat. The crotch of her leather pants was already damp, and more leaked out of her with every few steps she took. Damn this, how could I get lost in a bloody garden? She stopped again, glaring around and over the hedges, but it was just green in every direction, the only path out twisting and intersecting with other side paths. Just get some cabbage, I said. I'll use the chamberpot when I get home, I said. Sabina fancied herself an adventurer, but her brain was home to one of the worst senses of direction in the Kingdom. She could get lost in her own house. Now, she cursed herself as she was forced to squat down, squeezing between her legs with all her strength to keep her waters inside. I have no choice, I have to do it out here. There's nobody within half a mile of me, It'll be fine. She hobbled around one last corner, and had to stifle a shriek as she saw two nobles sitting on a bench almost directly in front of her. They were distracted, staring into each others eyes. Sabina jumped sideways, collapsing into a large group of bushes that formed a small circle. She crawled into the center and fell backwards, twisting her legs together and letting out a silent moan. The sudden surprise and movement had forced a decent spurt from her tortured body, and she could feel the wetness building around her backside within the waterproof pants. She pushed her pelvis upwards and let the urine drip free of her clothes. She had a good view of the two nobles through the greenery, and she watched them as she held herself and gyrated against her hands. Wait a minute, that's Prince Baeden. And is that Marina with him? The hair is right, but I can't see under that veil. As if on cue, Baeden lifted the woman's veil, revealing that it was indeed Marina. Sabina watched, still desperately holding on, as Baeden lifted Marina onto his lap and began rubbing her belly under a loose corset. She was writhing on top of him, her face held in a combination of pleasure and pain. Soon she stood and got back on top of him, facing him. Sabina felt another spurt leak out of her as Marina lifted her leg and positioned herself over Baeden, and Sabina began feeling very warm as Baeden undid his breeches and lifted up her skirts, his face completely stupefied. Sabina had never seen one before, and she stared at it, dumbfounded. She was violently returned to reality as a longer burst of pee shot out of her, and she realized that it was over. She ripped the rope of her pants apart, kicking them off her legs as quickly as she could without making noise. Sabina lay there, naked from the waist down, watching as Baeden began to make love to Marina just a few feet from her. She found her hand making its way back between her legs, but instead of the tight squeezing she had gotten used to over the past hour, she began to rub her slick, leaking flower, sliding two fingers into herself. Marina's moans could be heard clearly, obviously she and Baeden were completely sure of their solitude. They went on for a time as Sabina watched, thrusting her fingers inside of her body until she was overcome with uncontrollable pleasure. She bit down hard on her undercoat, silently moaning into the cloth, tears of pleasure sitting in the corners of her eyes, containing a squeal as Baeden pushed Marina off of him, and something white flew from his manhood and landed just inches away from her. Sabina was still containing the majority of her water, and she squirmed as Marina stood up, walking ever closer to her. Sabina pressed her hand over her mouth, her breathing shallow. "I can't...it's coming now," Marina said, looking down at her feet. Sabina stared, eyes wide, as the soft hiss could be heard and Marina's flood started pouring from under her skirts. The path of liquid found its way to the patch of dirt surrounding Sabina's hiding place, all the while more and more sprayed from the tiny girl. Baeden had walked up to Marina and was rubbing her womanhood through her dress, soaking his hands. Finally she finished, and after exchanging some whispered words, the two of them walked away. It was all too much for Sabina. She forced both hands between her legs, twisting them together and folding herself up into a ball, but it was over. Her waters found their way through her hands and flooded the grass beneath her, and she bit her lip as she felt herself orgasm once more. She dropped her hands and opened her legs, watching her pee shoot freely into the bushes in front of her. She found herself smiling madly, and she pushed down on her belly and giggled as the pressure of her stream increased. This is fun, she thought. A long time later, she slowed to a trickle and finally stopped. She lay in the bushes for nearly an hour, fingering and rubbing herself the entire time. Baeden and Marina's display was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen, and she wanted more. ********************* Chapter Three - Ride ********************* Queen Jenara was glad that the hard leather of her saddle pressed into her private areas, it always made it easier to ride for so long without relief. Still, the bouncing as her black mare trotted along caused the liquids within her to press down with great force. Every time she did this, she wondered how her horse would react if she were to wet herself while riding. Of course she would never do such a thing, but the thought still amused her. She sat up straighter, removing some pressure from herself, but it made the bouncing even worse. She squeezed her legs on either side of the animal, wanting to get back to the castle as soon as possible. A few meters in front of her, the new stable girl Mary Estenna rode along on a small white stallion. Her horse was obviously young and untrained, swerving around the stone path with a rebellious attitude. She kicked at the beast's sides to keep it on the path, and soon she pulled it to a halt and gingerly dismounted. "Excuse me for a moment, my Queen," she said, starting to walk off the path into the trees. "What are you doing, girl?" Queen Jenara asked her. "I need to pee," Mary said simply. "Oy, you...you wait right there," Jenara blustered. "What is the matter with you, saying that in front of Royalty?" Mary looked confused. "You asked what I was doing, so I told you." "Yes, but you will do that in your own home. Get back on your horse and ride on," Jenara ordered. Mary turned to Jenara, bending one knee and placing a hand on her belly. "Are you in a hurry? Do you need to relieve yourself as well? I can handle your dress." "WERE YOU RAISED IN A BARN, GIRL?" Jenara shouted. "Yes." Jenara sighed. "Of course. Listen to me, a woman cannot just do that out in the trees. We have to hold ourselves to a higher standard." "That's bollocks," Mary quipped. "What true reason is there to keep myself uncomfortable? There are no men around us, we are the only ones for miles. You mean to tell me that in all your journeys, you've never had to empty yourself along the way?" Jenara closed her eyes for a moment. Her memory flashed back to the woods near Olsha Fortress, where she once sat on a fallen tree, her legs and womanly area in the open air with her servant Marina pressing against her belly as she soaked the earth in front of her. It had been a special circumstance, she had been bound in a dungeon for nearly an entire day with half a barrel of wine in her belly and only ten seconds of relief the whole time. The memory made her current pressure increase, and she squeezed her legs even tighter. Her horse whinnied its displeasure. She opened her eyes and looked back towards Mary, who was now bouncing on the balls of her feet. To Lunambra Pt. 02 "Please, my Queen. If you do not let me do it now, I fear for my horse," she said with a dry chuckle. Jenara sighed again. "It is not often that I get out-debated by a servant, but I believe you may have a point. I too could use a break. Come, help me from this animal." Mary stepped forwards and took Jenara's hand, guiding her as she slid off the tall horse. The pressure in her bladder immediately increased, but she remained still. "Where do you want to do it, then?" "This is usually where I stop for it when I ride on my own. There's a nice spot surrounded by pines a couple dozen meters into the trees, nobody could see even if they were looking for us. Please come now, I don't know how much time I have left here..." Jenara grinned as she followed the stable girl. She remembered her childhood, when she was still training for her duties as a Queen. She had wet herself countless times as she was forced to sit still for eight hours, the average length of a war meet or other council. This bit of training was once every week. Of course, it was all to prepare her for the real thing so the same would not happen at a time of importance. She could almost feel it, pushed to the front of her memory. She sat in a wooden chair with her handmaiden across from her, shaking her head with her hands over her eyes as her body gave out and she soaked her dress through. Every time she wet herself, the dress was shown to her mother just to humiliate her into holding it better next time. Eventually, she could make it through eight hours with ease. The training was considered complete after she could wait for an entire day without relief, a feat she barely accomplished just days before her sixteenth birthday. Now, she was thirty-seven, and could easily wait for over twenty-four hours with little difficulty. Now, she had only been without relief for about six hours. She had wine and a lot of water with breakfast, plus a one liter water skin while riding. Of course she felt the desire to let it out, but there was no true need for it. In all honesty, she was worried about being left alone on the road, albeit for only a couple of minutes. She had been paranoid ever since her kidnapping, understandably so, and although Mary was only a small girl Jenara felt an illusion of safety with another. Soon Jenara was being led through a patch of thick pines, then she stepped out into a small, secluded clearing. A fallen tree lay a few feet away, and yellow and red flowers lined the perimeter of the clearing. It was obviously not a naturally-formed location. "Did you set up this area, Mary?" Queen Jenara asked. "Aye, I did," Mary said. "This is pretty much my home. The stable house is smelly, dirty, old, and falling apart. I often sleep here, I stop here to relieve myself on my rides, and I..." She stopped suddenly, looking to her feet as she squirmed. "You can tell me," Jenara said softly to her. "I promise you will not be judged for anything you say here." She watched as Mary bent her knees and squeezed her thin legs together. Jenara feigned interest in the girl's life, but in reality she was finding it amusing to watch her get more and more desperate as she talked. Mary reminded Jenara of herself at a younger age. Just enough respect to keep from getting exiled, but enough of a talk-back attitude to show her personality. "Well, I've brought some friends here..." "What of boyfriends?" Jenara asked with a sly smile. "I've...no interest in boyfriends. Men are all...displeasing, to me." "You mean women, then? Are you queer?" Mary turned bright red. "I don't have to answer that. Such acts are not allowed under the word of-" "Be calm, girl," Jenara whispered. "I...understand. Ever since my husband died, I have had trouble even looking suitors in the face. All men remind me of him, for he was like all other men. Loud, drunk, and mean when the latter. All I miss of him is the physical pleasure he gave me, and to be perfectly honest I have learned to do the same on my own." "On your own?" Mary asked. "What do you mean?" Jenara blinked, and she felt herself flushing, something very rare for a Queen. "Yes...I have learned over the years that I can bring myself to satisfaction using...well, my own hands. It has saved me the desire of finding a new husband, as in my right mind I have no need for him. My son is ready to take the throne." "How do you do it?" Mary asked quickly. "I couldn't possibly explain," Jenara sputtered. "It is a very private matter, I do not know what I was thinking to bring it up in the first place." "Please," Mary said, in a voice very near to a beg. "Ever since I reached womanhood, I have wondered what it would feel like. When I was a child, my parents told me never to touch myself down there because God says it is wrong, but if you, the Queen, do it..." Jenara sighed. "Many people say God forbids a thing, simply because they do not understand the thing. Why would God make us capable of such feelings and sensations if we were not supposed to take advantage of them? I cannot believe I am saying this, but if you truly want to learn, I would be willing to...show you. Be warned, however, that if word of this reaches the ears of ANYONE, I will have your head as a slanderer of Royalty." Mary was not afraid of the Queen's words, as she knew that she would never make this known to another soul. She looked at the Queen, so beautiful even though she was a little over twice her own age of eighteen. Her long, shining hair was bunned behind her head and her breasts showed prominently from her corset. "I would never do any such thing, my Queen. You have my word, for what it is worth from a stable girl. Just let me finally release this lake inside me first..." Mary grasped for the bottom of her thin dress, turning to face away from Jenara. She pulled the dress up, revealing her backside. Jenara could see Mary's flower between her legs. An idea suddenly formed inside Jenara's head just as Mary began to squat. She did not know why she thought of this, only that it was something she wanted. "Wait!" Jenara called out. Mary stood straight again, slamming her left hand between her legs and looking to Jenara, desperate and confused. "There is a condition," Jenara said. "I will only do this for as long as you hold your waters. If you release yourself, I will walk back to the horses and we will be done with this. But for as long as you wait, I will introduce you to pleasures you could have never imagined." Mary dropped her dress, her eyes worried and her legs held tightly together. "My Queen, I do not know why you want this, but I really cannot wait any longer. I will soon soak my dress if you do not let me pee right now." "I can tell from looking at you that you are not truly at your limit. You are bouncing around, holding yourself, twisting your legs together. I have been there many times, I know what it feels like to completely lose control. Your body grows tight, your womanhood quivers, you look to be some months pregnant and your belly feels as hard as a pumpkin." Jenara strode across the clearing to Mary, pressing her thumbs against the girl's stomach. She inhaled sharply and bent over, but Jenara felt the flesh give slightly. "You are not yet at your limit, and if I am to show you my most private things, you will do this for me." Mary was breathing heavily. She felt moisture between her legs, but she did not believe she had leaked yet. She glanced down, the Queen's chest nearly in her face. "I...will do as you ask," she whispered. "I will wait as long as I possibly can. Show me." Jenara smiled and stepped back. "Help me out of my dress." *********************** Chapter Four - Pleasure *********************** Queen Jenara was naked, now. Mary stood before her, her whole body shaking from both desperation and excitement. Jenara reached out and grasped Mary's dress, pulling it up to reveal the girl's most secret spot. It was obviously damp, her lower hair glistening. Jenara sat down on the grass, leaning against the fallen tree. Mary sat down in front of her, clinging between her legs with both hands. Jenara unfolded her legs from under her and spread them out, showing the girl what only her husband and closest servants have seen before. Jenara raised one finger and placed it between her legs, rubbing the soft spot at the top of her flower. Jenara was instantly hot, feeling herself grow slick. "Do what I do, girl," Jenara whispered. Mary gingerly removed her left hand from between her legs. She felt her insides throbbing from fullness, more than she had ever felt before. The Queen's words rang in her ears. You are not yet at your limit. Mary placed the tip of her finger over the fleshy bit and began to press and rub at it. Sensations shot through her body instantly, a wave of warmness and tingling that engulfed her with each motion she made. She watched intently as the Queen's hand moved further down, pinching the lips between her legs and gyrating her fingers against the soft skin. The Queen began to moan softly through her tightly closed mouth. "The main trick...is to relax," Jenara gasped out. "If you are anxious, or afraid, or stressed, you will never get all the way there. Let go of all your inhibitions, free your thoughts." "Mmmph," was all that Mary could manage. Pulses of pleasure flew up and down her naked, sweaty, desperate body. Behind it all, her bladder cried out in torment as she refused it all it wanted. Could the Queen really be right? Can I really get more full than this? If I was truly about to lose control, wouldn't I have leaked by now? "My Queen," Mary panted. "I am trying to do as you say, but my belly throbs and my thoughts will not leave it. I cannot focus..." Jenara looked down at the girl, twisting about in the grass, covered in sweat and with her slender belly protruding slightly. The Queen rolled over and knee-walked towards Mary, laying down next to her. "It hurts, doesn't it, girl?" Jenara said. "It feels as though your whole body is pushing down between your legs. But at the same time, does it not feel good for you?" Mary thought about it. It really hurt, that was for sure. But at the same time, the pulses from her bladder and those of her flower combined caused sensations she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams. She had to relieve herself soon, her body would give her no choice. But she did not want the sensations to stop. Not yet. "I...think I like it," Mary said. "Usually when I need to pee bad, the pressure is just here," she placed a hand on the mound above her womanhood. "But now, when I have need greater than ever before, I feel it everywhere. It is an entirely new feeling." Jenara reached out and grasped Mary's shoulders, pulling her close. They were almost embraced, Jenara's breasts pressing up against Mary's belly and hips. "And it will only get stronger the longer you hold on," Jenara whispered. "Let's try something new..." Jenara placed her right hand against Mary's thigh, and slowly moved it towards her quivering privates. Mary gasped and feigned quiet protests, but did nothing to stop Jenara as she slid her middle finger into Mary's body. Whatever the Queen was doing in there, Mary's legs instantly went limp and she leaned back into the grass, nearly screaming in pleasure. Jenara's left hand shot up and pressed tightly against Mary's mouth. "Be silent. If we are found, I cannot even begin to describe what would happen." Mary squeaked her agreement and gritted her teeth, thrusting involuntarily against Jenara's hand. Mary squeezed her eyes shut, and in her pleasure, her thoughts began to focus entirely on this minute, this second. Her body still screamed for relief, but she no longer cared. All she could care about was this beautiful, powerful woman sending the lights of Heaven directly into her body. She grasped both of her breasts with her free hands and squeezed them, rubbing the half-inch long nipples with her thumbs. Before she could feel it coming, her body tensed up, going stiff and shaking like a naked farmhand in the dead of winter. An impossible feeling shot throughout her body, radiating from her belly, to her head, down her legs and arms, and back again. She went completely limp, breathing heavily and staring up into the cloudless sky. A few seconds later, the Queen's voice rose softly to meet her ears. "I thought I was the only one who could squirt like that..." Mary gasped and clamped her legs shut. "Squirt? Did I pee? Oh my Queen, I am so-" "Ssshhh," Jenara hissed. "You did not do that. I can taste that it isn't...when a woman has her final pleasure, fluids can gush out regardless of if she needs relief or not. You had so much, though...maybe because this is your first time." "Maybe-OH, NO," Mary cried out, twisting her legs tighter and stuffing her hands back down there. "Now that you've stopped, my need is much worse. If we are done, can I-" "I never said we are done," Jenara interrupted. "One great advantage we women hold against men, is that we can feel this as much as we like. We need not wait. I think you need one more." "I'm going to BURST," Mary spat. "You say I can wait, but I feel it, ready to come out." "I have never told a single soul this before now," Jenara said suddenly. "But something extraordinary happened during my time in Olsha Fortress. The bandits had me chained up in a locked cell, on a stone slab. There was another women in the cell with me, an adventurer who was mistaken for myself. Before I was captured, at the feast the previous night, I made my home next to a barrel of wine, and I limited my intake of it in no way whatsoever. As I was chained there, I grew so full that it looked like a baby could pop out of me at any moment. Despite all my training, all my discipline, I was going to wet myself in front of those heathens. I would have had to flee the Kingdom. Anyway, this woman did something I could have never imagined. She crawled up next to me and asked if I would do anything to save my pride in front of my captors. I said 'yes,' of course. She climbed over me and placed her whole mouth over my privates just as I lost control. She drank me for over ten seconds, and because of it, I escaped the fortress with my honor intact to all but that girl and one of my servants." "Why are you telling me this?" Mary choked out behind tears of desperation. Jenara did not answer. She grasped both of Mary's legs and wrenched them apart with surprising strength. Mary shouted out involuntarily, but went limp a third time as Queen Jenara shoved her face between Mary's legs. The feeling of a tongue entering her was unmistakable yet horrifically shocking. "What in the hell-" Mary's words were cut off by a wave of pleasure greater than any before. She just gave up and collapsed backwards, accepting the sensations that the Queen was giving her. It didn't matter how strange it was, it didn't matter that she was a stable girl getting serviced by a Queen, it didn't matter that her bladder was giving out- Wait, no, I can't, not like this- But her body was having none of it. She exhaled her long-withheld relief as she felt pulses of pee bursting out of her with every breath. With what little strength she had left, she looked down, afraid of what she might see. The Queen was still between her legs, her mouth pressed against her. As she described a minute before, she was drinking everything that Mary put out. Soon she pulled back, gasping for air, and began to lick the tip of Mary's flower as her pee sprayed out across the grass. Mary simply did not have the energy to be shocked at this. She felt Jenara's arms wrap around her, and she fell asleep while her waters still poured out. ******************* Chapter Five - Pain ******************* Mary opened her eyes and let out a quiet moan as she felt a soft hand on her breast. She turned her head to her right and saw Queen Jenara, still laying next to her. The Queen was on her back, with her legs twisted together and her right hand on her protruding belly. "How long was I asleep?" Mary asked. "I would guess a little over two hours, from the sun," Jenara answered. "I hope you don't mind, but I helped myself to your water skin while you slept." Mary's mouth curled into a peaceful smile. "You really like it, don't you? The feeling of a tortured bladder? It's as you said before, you look pregnant." "It makes sense, I suppose," Jenara whispered. "All through my youth and adolescence, all through my sexual development, I've been forced to hold my waters for my Queenly training. It's no wonder that I've formed a connection between fullness and pleasure. When I was held ransom, I got more desperate than I've ever been before, but I feared for my life, there was no room for pleasure there. But on my own, or with the...right person, it is...wonderful." "Doesn't it hurt, though?" Mary questioned her. The stable girl's small hand had made its way onto the Queen's belly, and she was rubbing it gently, not applying any pressure. "It hurts so much," Jenara responded. "It is a pain unlike any other, being this full. Why I love it, I will never understand...but when I touch myself like this, it is infinitely more powerful than when I am empty. I find almost no interest in sex or pleasure when I'm not bursting at the seams, it just does not feel right to me." Mary felt herself getting damp again, despite her recent release. "You helped me earlier...is there anything you would like me to do for you in return?" Jenara smiled at her. "Yes, something that hasn't been done for me since the night of my wedding nineteen years ago. As I lay here, with enough in me to overflow a chamberpot, I want you to climb over me and sit on my belly." Mary instantly felt her face flush. "I-I couldn't," she stammered. "It might really hurt you." "I want to feel the pain, Mary," Jenara moaned. "I cannot get enough on my own, you need to help me. Sit on my belly and ride me as you would a horse, do not fear for my safety." Mary started shaking her head, but Jenara reached out both of her hands, her soft, wet hands, and grasped the sides of Mary's head. Before she could even try to question it, Jenara had pulled her into a passionate kiss. Mary gasped and struggled slightly, but the Queen held her there with startlingly powerful arms. Soon, Mary closed her eyes and returned the kiss, feeling Jenara's tongue licking at her lips. "Do it, girl. I want to feel your weight on me, I want to feel the pressure of a person pushing down on it." Mary just nodded and got onto her knees. She slowly lifted one leg and shifted over the Queen, until she was straddling the beautiful woman. Jenara slid her hands up Mary's thighs and gently pulled down, guiding the stable girl's weight directly onto her bladder. "Are you sure you want this, my Queen?" Mary asked once more. "Stop teasing me and do it now," Jenara gasped through gritted teeth. "Just let your legs go limp and let me feel this again..." And so Mary did as she was told. She lifted her legs and sat on the Queen's belly, and she was instantly greeted with an earth-shattering scream of pleasure and pain combined. The Queen's mouth was wide open, and she arched her back so her breasts fell back towards her chin. Mary leaned forwards and grasped the Queen's chest, thumbing her nipples and grinding her womanhood against the Queen's rock-hard bladder. Suddenly, the Queen's arms shot out and grasped Mary's shoulders, pulling her into a tight embrace. They kissed, and soon Mary was licking Jenara's chest as she gasped and shuddered at the weight on her. "Turn..." Jenara choked out. "Turn around and get a finger in me, and rub the inside of it towards the sky. Quickly, please..." Mary did not hesitate, she placed a hand on the grass beside the Queen and spun around, sitting her weight on Jenara again, to another screaming gasp. Mary felt for the hole between the Queen's legs, and soon her right middle finger was inside and rubbing as fast as she could. The Queen started thrusting even harder, and with a final lurch, she went limp as a long stream of white liquid shot out of her and splattered into the grass under her legs. "Stay there, girl," Jenara whispered. "I've only relieved myself outside once before, it takes me some time." And so Mary sat there, gently bouncing on the Queen's bladder, until she heard Jenara sigh. As suddenly as a bolt of lightning shatters the sky, an absolute torrent burst out before Mary's eyes. She lost her balance from the shock of it, leaning back and falling against Jenara's breasts. The Queen wrapped her arms around Mary and held her there, as they both watched her stream of pee arch five feet through the air. After a minute, Jenara was inside of Mary again, rubbing her to completion before she even finished her relief. Jenara fell back, breathing heavily. To Lunambra Pt. 02 Mary climbed off of the Queen and lay back down next to her, embracing her. "When I lost control, I felt great pressure in my belly and in my privates. But there was no actual pain. I want to feel what you felt someday. Do you think you would be able to train me to contain it for as long as you do?" Jenara smiled. "I can try." ************************* Chapter Six - Remember ************************* The door to Baeden's chamber flew open, crashing into the stone wall. A guardsman jogged in, breathing heavily from the effort of running in his armor. "My Prince, there is a...problem," the guardsman said softly. Marina looked up from the sheet she was pressed into, seeing the armored man standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face. Prince Baeden was leaning back on his bed beside her, but sat up at the man's words. "What is it? Speak plainly," Baeden ordered. "Knights Ryder and Finn were on a border run. When they reached the peak of Lom's Hill, Ryder spotted flags approaching from a vast distance away, from the south. Upon looking through a spyglass, they saw that it is a small army from Jarkan, and they drag siege engines along with them. There are no towns or cities between us and them...they come for Lunambra." Marina saw the change instantly. During their first days together, she learned of Baeden's ability to transform between a sweet, loving man to an unstoppable crusader of wrath within the blink of an eye. He was on his feet faster than she could even track, and he stormed out of the chamber, slamming the door behind him. The guardsman looked awkwardly to Marina. She was stretched out along the bed, obviously on the receiving end of some very recent and energetic sex. Her right breast was hanging free of her loose burlap shirt, and her long skirt was pulled up, her womanly parts showing in the open air. She slowly closed her legs, never taking her eyes off of the guard. "I will say nothing," said the guard. "Tis a Prince's right to bed who he shall, despite what some other royalty may think. If he means to continue having you, please tell him to remember that his door has a lock on it." He pulled open the door and stepped out, and she heard his clunking footsteps retreating towards the staircase. The moment the hall went quiet, she jumped up from the bed and pulled her shirt closed, letting her skirt fall over her legs. She slid out of the door and jogged down he hall and descended the stairs as quietly as she could. Following the wall along to the meeting hall, she flattened herself against the floor and placed her ear against the crack under the door. The muffled voices grew clear, now. "-Think they have the element of surprise. We know they approach from the south, a simple but effective tactic to avoid our usual watch in the east. We will bring all of our ballistae onto the southern walls, as well as digging out trenches to slow the advance of their siege engines. Nathan, go to the mason immediately and tell him to completely seal off the southern gate with stone, and reinforce the northern gate, though we must still be able to open it enough to fit horses and carriages. You all know how to prepare for a siege, I do not need to say all this, it just wastes time. Get it done." "Yes, Sir!" shouted numerous men at once. There was a clamor as they all retreated from the rear exit of the chamber and into the barracks. Marina stayed where she was, wanting to be sure they were gone before she moved. Just as she was about to stand, her eyes went wide as she felt something slam up hard between her legs. She screamed at the top of her lungs and flipped over, twisting her legs shut and scrambling backwards. Baeden leaned against a stone column, an apple in his hand and a proud grin on his face. "You bastard," Marina started. "What do you think you're doing, frightening me like that?" "I could ask you what you are doing," Baeden argued, "laying outside a private meeting with your skirt up and your cunt out for anyone to see. You already gave that guard a brilliant sight." "I didn't know it was showing," Marina whispered, standing up and patting her skirt down. "You didn't have to kick me there, though..." "Oh it was barely a tap, I've given you worse poundings than that in bed, all of which you seem to have greatly enjoyed." "Well, you seem to be in good spirits now anyway," Marina said. "You are confident that we need not worry about this attack?" "Aye," Baeden confirmed. "Their armies are weak, they rely on their technology and siege engines to claim small cities, and turn the civilians against their kingdoms with promises of great wealth. It's almost humorous that they think their tactic would work here, every civilian is fed and housed, and our army is greater than any in a thousand miles in every direction. Their siege will fail at the first trench as we rain ballista fire on them. Their engines broken, they will retreat before they risk losing too many of their already limited men." "And the citizens will be safe?" Marina asked. "Well," Baeden started, "there is always a chance of a stray catapult stone landing somewhere it shouldn't. But this is no problem, it is common knowledge that in the event of a siege, all noncombatants are to seek shelter in the treasury. It is buried under twenty meters of stone, nothing can ever penetrate it. You will be there, along with all the other women and children of the city, until I deem things safe." "That many people in a small room cannot be pleasant," Marina said. Baeden grinned and looked at his feet. "You could say that. When I was a child of twelve, I was kept in there for nearly a full day. As you know, we used to have a problem with natural gas explosions beneath the castle. One of them killed my father when I was only a baby. Anyway, when I was twelve, a series went off that sounded exactly like catapult fire. Everyone thought we were under siege, and all the women of the castle and many from the city were brought into the treasury by guards. I have a feeling that this event is the cause of my...er, quirks. My fascination with women holding their pee as long as they can, and so on. After a few hours down there, beautiful, noble ladies started wetting themselves on the floor with absolutely no other place to go. Watching them squirm about, watching how they chose to relieve themselves... Some went through their underclothes to preserve their shame, while others disrobed, squatted, and went freely to avoid wetting their dresses. Over the time I was in there, everyone in the room had lost control of their waters. I watched at least fifty different women and girls do it in fifty different ways, and by the time the treasury door was opened, there was nearly an inch of it on the floor and I couldn't feel my cock. Since then, I've been unable to get the thing out of my mind. Every Princess I've been with, I wished with all my heart that I could just tell her 'Hey, there's nothing I would love more than if you could drink three liters of water and stand here 'till you piss yourself,' but obviously I could do no such thing. This is part of why I love you so much, that you understand this about me and enjoy it yourself." "Did you?" Marina asked suddenly. "Eh?" "Did you wet yourself, down there in the treasury. I find it hard to believe that you outlasted fifty adult women when you were just a child." Baeden grinned. "You should know this by now, Marina. Men cannot relieve themselves when they're excited, and I was ever so excited the entire time. When I got out, I was in such pain that I was sure my bladder had burst and I would soon die from it. I somehow made it up into my chambers, and with the slightest touch, I got off for the first time in my life. And then I soaked the floor." "The first night we made love, you lost control inside of me. Were you not 'excited' then?" Baeden's face went red, which was a very rare phenomenon for him. "I, uh..." He frowned, absentmindedly pulling on the neck of his shirt. "Tell me...please," Marina begged, staring cutely into his eyes. "Bloody hell, fine," Baeden snapped. "Before the ride back home, when my mother pulled you away to scold you about her sword, I started leaking when I climbed into the carriage. I was not going to make it. I did the only thing I could think of, I..." Marina was listening intently, and she squinted at him as he stopped the story. "You cannot stop now. Tell me what happened." She pressed herself up against Baeden, pulling the sides of her shirt down to reveal her breasts. "You are a real vixen, you know?" Baeden sighed. "Alright. I was about to wet myself on the carriage floor, so I took my cock out and tried to get it hard so I couldn't let any out. I got a little too into it and ended up having to shove it back into my pants as I..." "Oh, mmmmy God," Marina gasped, her mouth opening in an astonished smile. "You got off in your pants. Oh that is great." "I pissed myself a good bit too. My underclothes held most of what I leaked out, and thank God it was dark by the time anyone else saw me. Men need some time between pleasures, and when we were making love, I was not all together yet. So now you know how I managed to pee while we were going at it." "You've gotten me all hot now," Marina moaned, pressing her breasts up against Baeden. I know you must prepare for the attack, but you won't leave me like this...right?" Baeden looked up, feigning uncertainty. "Mmm, we've got time." But first, do you remember what happened to you? What made you like what I like?" "Well," Marina started. "I only realized it after I met you. But I think I might know where it started. The story is not very dissimilar to yours. Six years ago, I was only a girl, I was locked in a closet by another servant who was trying to get closer to the Queen by making me look bad. I had a water barrel in there, and I went at it generously. Obviously I was bursting in a couple of hours, and I was pressing my hands between my legs and rubbing at it when I realized that it felt kind of nice. I did some very unladylike things over the next hour after that, and soon I really couldn't hold it anymore. I was freaking out a bit, leaking in my pants, and in my squirming I accidentally knocked a stone loose in the floor. I managed to pull it out and I weed through the hole there, it just went into the dirt. Finally a guard heard my shouting and let me out. The girl who locked me in there was stripped, clapped in irons, and chained outside the castle all day. She pissed herself twice, in front of everyone, which amused the hell out of me..." "Where was I for all this?" Baeden asked with a chuckle. "I remember, actually. You were out on a hunt with the Senior Knights. Nobody told you about it?" "No, I would remember that," Baeden said sadly. "I would have liked to see it." "If you like, you can chain me up in your room and watch me do the same," Marina offered with a smirk. "I would like that," Baeden agreed. ********************** Chapter Seven - Name ********************** Two days passed since the approaching army was spotted on the horizon. The city was prepared for war, and all able men were armed and armored in preparation. Lunambra did not draft soldiers, rather all men were soldiers, trained from childhood. Such a small city could not afford to have weak men. Baeden awoke to a knock on his door. "My son, General Gaston calls for you. May I enter?" Baeden cursed and quickly threw his thick blanket over Marina's naked form. She was still asleep, and she gasped as he shoved her towards the back of the bed. She caught on quickly though, and stayed still and silent. "Enter," he called, covering himself with a sheet. The door creaked open, and Queen Jenara stepped in, already wearing the ornate red and black dress that female Royalty wore during wartime. "Are you prepared for today, Baeden? Your men stand ready on the walls, the ballistae are loaded, and the trenches are dug." "That is good news," Baeden said. "What does Gaston want with me?" "I've been told that an ambassador from Jarkan's army has approached the southern gate in the dead of night, and has been waiting there since. A woman who claims she is a sorceress, but you know how that goes. A bit of food dye in a glass of water and suddenly everyone thinks you're God's messenger. Anyway, she asks to speak with the military leader here. You had best answer her request." "Send word to the wall that I will arrive inside of thirty minutes," Baeden yawned. "Of course," Jenara confirmed. "Another thing, have you seen Marina anywhere? All the other serving girls are already in the treasury, and I had to put on my own dress, like an animal. I'll give her a thrashing for this..." Baeden felt the blanket behind him shift uncomfortably. "Please do not be angry at her, I sent her down to wash my best shirt just an hour ago. It is my fault." Jenara blinked and tilted her head. "She was in here? You are not even dressed." Baeden barked out a fake laugh. "No, she woke me by calling through the door, like you did. I told her last night that I would want my shirt washed, but she was tending to you and I had already fallen asleep by the time she came to pick it up and I did not awaken to unlock the door...I was exhausted from training. She is not to blame." "As you say," Jenara sighed. "If you see her on your way to the wall, send her to the treasury. I will be down there shortly as well." "Aye," Baeden agreed. Jenara stepped out and he could hear her heeled shoes clacking down the hall before fading into silence. He reached back and patted the blanket, and Marina's straight red hair poked out. "You are a bit too good of a liar," she chuckled. "Makes me wonder if anything you've told me before is horse shite." Baeden ran his hand through her hair. "The only thing I could never accurately explain to you is how much I love you, because there are no words in the English language strong enough to describe it." Marina moaned quietly and pressed her face against Baeden's shoulder. How he wished he could stay here with this amazing girl, but he had a duty. He rolled away and stood, and Marina stared at his manhood that stuck to his left leg. He strode to the chamberpot and held his member, ready to relieve himself in front of her. She stretched and stood, and began walking towards him to do the same. Suddenly, the chamber shook as a thunderous crash sounded from outside the walls. Baeden grasped Marina's arm, eyes wide. "Catapult fire. I thought I was supposed to speak with an ambassador! Get to the treasury, NOW!" Marina gave a fearful nod, pulling on her burlap clothes and sprinting from the chamber. Baeden rushed to his wardrobe, throwing on an undercoat and leather pants, and his personal suit of chainmail over it. If the attack had already started, there was no time for plate. He rushed from the room and thundered down the stairs, bolting across the courtyard and up the wooden steps to the inner wall. He followed the wall over the city, and finally he stood over the southern gate, which had been completely sealed shut, although this was impossible to see from the outside. No catapult fire had followed the first shot. Baeden leaned over the wall and saw her standing there, a thin, young woman in a green dress that draped over the floor beneath her. She was staring angrily at the top of the wall, leaning slightly forwards with her arms held in front of her. Baeden climbed onto the stone barrier, grasping Lunambra's flag for support. "MY NAME IS PRINCE BAEDEN, HEIR TO THE KINGDOM OF LUNAMBRA. YOU COME WITH SIEGE ENGINES AND AN ARMY, YET YOU STAND THERE AS THOUGH YOU SEEK PEACE. RETREAT, FOR YOU SHALL FIND NO PEACE HERE." The woman continued to stare at him. "My name is Kaitlen Marel, though I should not have to tell *you* that. I am the most powerful and feared sorceress on this continent, and if you will not hear my words, I will burn this city to the ground with no more than a thought." "If you could do that, why do you need the catapults, I wonder?" Baeden grinned as the woman's mouth curled into a frown. "Speaking of catapults, I heard one fire. What was that about?" "A simple test fire into the dirt next to the castle," Kaitlen spat. "The rest will be far more accurate." "Tell me what you want, witch," Baeden shouted. "I am a busy man, and have little time for games." "This can come to a peaceful solution," Kaitlen yelled back. "All our Lord asks is that you return the hundred kilometers of land you claimed from us thirty years ago. We must expand our farmlands and open new trade routes, and your old King has made it very difficult." Baeden went quiet. He was unaware that they had even claimed land from Jarkan in the past. He turned around and whispered to a guard; "Fetch my mother, she is likely in the treasury." The guard nodded and ran off. Baeden turned back to Kaitlen. "I must discuss things with my mother. Wait there until she arrives." Baeden blinked as she let out an exasperated sigh, leaning even further forwards. Baeden knew that stance, she was very desperate for a pee. He grinned even wider at this, but said nothing. It was twenty minutes until Queen Jenara stepped onto the wall. Kaitlen watched as the two remaining members of Lunambra's royal family whispered in each other's ears. Ten minutes passed, and she rubbed her thighs together, unseen under her dress. Finally, Baeden turned back to her. "As I am sure you know, Lunambra is allied with Valdus. The current monarchy has no interest in expanding to the south, you may have your land back without a struggle. No need to be summoning no hellfires, milady," he finished in a mocking accent. "This is great news," she said, ignoring his taunt. "I will inform our general with haste. But before that, and this is embarrassing to ask, but I wonder if I may be allowed into the city and given a private place to relieve myself. You have kept me waiting here since midnight, and I have had much water to fight off the heat." Baeden feigned deep thought for a moment. "I apologize, milady, but the gate has been sealed from the inside to defend against your siege. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't physically let you in." Baeden grinned even wider as her eyes suddenly grew fearful. "Is there no way in? I am in an urgent state." "No way, I'm afraid," Baeden quipped. "There's a patch of trees right there, it worked for Adam and Eve." "Where all your soldiers can look on my body? I think not." "If you are a sorceress, you can do something about it, eh? Teleport into the lake, or close up your holes down there, how's that work?" "Damn you!" Kaitlen shouted. "You are a...a shameful, embarrassing, menace! And I...I must be able to concentrate to use my magics!" "Well, sorry!" Baeden choked out, trying hard to stifle a laugh. "This is the best siege ever," he whispered quietly to the nearest guard, who bent down to cough-laugh into his fist. "Guess you can try to make it back to your camp," he finished with an exaggerated shrug. Kaitlen let out a loud huff and turned around, slowly walking back down the road towards the catapults. Less than ten steps in, she froze. Baeden lowered his shield in front of him to hide his 'amusement' as a dark spot began to slowly spread in all directions from under her dress. She stood there for over a minute, and the wetness had spread five feet around her. Despite all this, she kept her head held high and she strode away, eventually disappearing over a hill. Her puddle had spread even further, and a line had formed, dripping off the road and into the grass. "Well, I guess that's the end of that," said the guardsman that stood beside him. "Should I send word for the women to be released from the treasury?" To Lunambra Pt. 03: To Freedom *********************** Chapter One - The End of Peace *********************** Marina inhaled the fresh morning air, frowning out over the castle courtyard from the window of Prince Baeden's chambers. She was wearing a thin cotton underdress with nothing over it, the closest she could be to naked without her breasts resting in the open air. It reminded her of the first time she had laid with the Prince, and they had stood in this same spot in the pitch darkness of a moonless night as she lost both her virginity and her control of a very full bladder. She looked down and crossed her legs tightly, holding her arms out beside her and clenching her fists. Just then, Baeden stepped out onto the balcony behind her, wearing a soft, red velvet tunic. "How are you holding up?" Baeden asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder as they stared into the bright blue sky. "I don't know how much longer I have. I've already leaked quite a bit under my dress." Baeden looked down and saw many droplets of wetness darkening the light stone of the balcony between her legs. She turned to him and grasped the front of her dress, pulling it up to her chest. The hair between her legs was glistening, and her belly bulged out nearly three inches past its usual location. He stepped up to her and embraced her, placing his own large hand on her desperate bladder. She leaned up and kissed him. "It's so full. If I had actually been pregnant, this is probably how I would look all the time. It's been five months." "We've hardly talked about that," Baeden whispered. "Tell me, and be truthful. Did you want a child?" "No," Marina said adamantly. "I did not want a child, and I doubt that I ever will. But with the potential for pregnancy, came the potential for escape from this place. That is something I will always want, on some level. Anyway, it is not worth thinking about. We're having some morning fun, let us not spoil it with this talk." "As you say," Baeden responded with a grin. He leaned forwards reached his other hand between her legs, gingerly stroking along her slit with his middle finger. She shuddered and gasped, pressing her face into his chest. He continued this motion as she continued shaking from the sensations. "You've gotten so much stronger down there since I watched you soak yourself on the road," Baeden said, chuckling softly. "As you are now, I bet you could drink half a barrel then walk to Valdus and back, with time left for a spot of tea upon your return. You are truly impressive." Marina blushed as she rocked back and forth against his finger. It was almost true. During the time they had been a couple, they had tracked her abilities in holding her water. In the first month, she only had to drink a liter of water to cause herself to burst. Three months in, and none of it came out against her will. When she let it go, it filled about three fourths of the tankard she drank it out of. And so Baeden had her drink two. After four hours of desperate squirming, moaning, and gasping into the Prince's bed, she burst all over the large piece of furniture. No warning, no leaking, no hope to avoid it. It had taken two nights and a lot of stealth on Baeden's part to clean the mess. It was only three weeks ago that she drank two liters of water and contained it for over ten hours, at which point the Prince told her to let go to measure. She filled one and a half single-liter jars. This present day, at the crack of dawn three hours ago, Baeden had watched her drink down three liters of water over the course half an hour, more than she had ever tried before. In order to avoid an event the likes of the bed incident, Marina agreed to move to the balcony once she was truly desperate. "You should let go of my belly," she told Baeden. "You want me to hold the new amount of water as long as I possibly can, but you're nearly squeezing it out of me. He quickly released her and stepped back, looking over the beautiful woman. Every time he saw her, he thought about how flawless she was in every single way. The wavy red hair, down to the smooth, curved shoulders that led into sleek, toned arms. When he had first seen her naked, she was slender, almost too skinny. In his care and with his training, she had grown into an athletic, powerful woman. Her breasts were firm and her nipples pointed towards the rising sun. Her legs were long and pale, having rarely been exposed to sunlight. Baeden watched, hypnotized, as said legs quivered in desperation. He watched another drop leak out of her and land between them. She smiled up at him, then lurched forwards as a second-long spray hit the ground with force. "This is it," she gasped. "Alright, if you're-" A loud knock echoed through Baeden's chamber, followed by the sound of metal clanking. "Someone's unlocking my door, what in the..." He pushed Marina behind the balcony door and leaned out, looking to the door. It flew open and an armored man stormed into the room. "It's General Gaston," Baeden whispered. "Marina, you HAVE to hold it in just a little longer, he'll hear the splattering. He's not like the common guards who don't care who I bed, he cannot find you here." Marina nodded fearfully, clamping her legs together and pressing a hand between them. Baeden stepped out of cover and strode into his chamber. "General, what is the meaning of this? What gives you the right to enter my chamber unannounced? I should have you to court," Baeden shouted threateningly. "What did you do, Baeden?" Gaston yelled back. "You're going to have to be a little more specific," Baeden responded, meeting the much larger man face-to-neck. Gaston was breathing heavily, obviously furious for some unknown reason. "Jarkan's siege, five months ago. What did you do to their ambassador? A letter arrived by a royal courrier just this morning, saying that you taunted and humiliated her outside the front gates of this city." "What do you mean, 'what did I do'? You were there, you saw what happened." "I was not," Gaston said angrily. "When their catapult went off, I ran to see where it struck. By the time I got back to the wall, everyone was gone except for two guards who told me a deal was made for some land. Tell me now, what happened?" Baeden sighed. "We made a deal, and then she asked to be let into the city to relieve herself. You know the gate was completely sealed. She ended up wetting herself on our front step. It was no blame of mine." Gaston blustered out a series of curses. "You know that's not true," he hissed, pointing a finger directly in Baeden's face. "You know the other gate was only barred, or you could have dropped her a key to one of the drainage tunnels. You fight with honor, but when using words as weapons, you have the honor of a child of five. She seeks two thousand gold pieces in damages for what you've done, or she threatens to cast a blight upon our city." Baeden sighed. "You are my General. You should be smarter than this. Magic is not real." "It is," Gaston spat. "I seen it with my own-" "Myeeeehhh-" Gaston squinted and looked up as he heard the strange whine. "What the hell was that?" he mumbled. And then he started towards the balcony. Baeden sprinted forwards and grabbed his shoulder. "It's nothing, General. It's just a bird. I hear it sometimes, in the mornings." "I've never heard any bird like that," Gaston said, but he shrugged and turned around. Just then, the sound of a bucket of water striking stone sounded from the balcony. He tore his shoulder away from Baeden and spun back for the glass door, and he stepped out onto the balcony just as Baeden grabbed him again. "RELEASE ME," Gaston roared, spinning out of his grip. And then his eyes fell on her. "What in God's name," he whispered as he stared at the red-haired girl, standing in the corner with tears in her eyes and her thin dress pulled above her womanhood as pee trickled onto the stone from between her legs. There was a small puddle beneath her. Baeden guessed that a short torrent had burst out of her, making far too much noise before she was able to close it off. "You ANIMAL!" Gaston screamed in an absolute rage. "How did you climb up here? You'll be executed for-" Gaston was cut off by Baeden crashing into him, slamming him into the tall stone railing that surrounded the balcony. Gaston spun with his fist raised in a mighty backhand that Baeden dodged by inches. The armored man absorbed a right hook from Baeden and returned with a left uppercut that sent the Prince flying. Baeden hit the ground rolling, and charged back in low to the ground, grasping Gaston's right leg. The General raised both of his fists, coated in plate over chain gauntlets, and slammed them into Baeden's back. The Prince shouted out in pain, but managed to keep his footing as he threw himself forwards, bringing Gaston up and crashing him down onto his back. Gaston coughed and blinked, a distraction just long enough for Baeden to tear his helmet off his head and toss it aside, before he delivered a series punches so fast that Marina couldn't have counted them if she tried. She stood in the same spot, crying and leaking, as Baeden postured up and landed a final thunderous blow to Gaston's forehead, knocking the man out cold. Baeden stood up, holding his back and wincing. He turned to Marina, watched her stare helplessly at him as she still held herself. "What do we do?" she breathed, obviously terrified. Baeden looked between her and Gaston. The Queen would accept Baeden's excuse of protecting the girl, as Gaston absolutely would have killed her on the spot. But he would not be able to protect Marina's place in the city. Finally, he looked up to the woman he truly loved. More than his Kingdom, more than his family, more than his title. "We run." *************** Chapter Two - Escape *************** "Wait here," Baeden ordered. "Yell if he starts waking up." The Prince sprinted inside and to his wardrobe. Tearing the doors open, he grabbed his chainmail coat and pulled it over his head. Next, he grabbed two robes, one of midnight blue and the other a deep royal purple. He put the blue one on and threw the purple over his shoulder. Then he ran to the other side of the room, kicking open the large wooden chest that rested there. Inside were a dozen small sacks of coin, numerous daggers, some letters, and a bottle of red wine. He took two of the daggers and stuck them in the straps of the chainmail, then grasped four of the coin pouches. Striding back outside, he tossed Marina the purple robe. She pulled it around her shoulders as he dropped the pouches off the balcony. "Come here," he said to Marina. She struggled to walk to him, still containing nearly three liters of water. Her bladder was throbbing with every step, and more liquid was forcing its way into it with every passing second. "Grab my hand, I'll lower you down," Baeden explained. "I have to pee first, I can barely walk," Marina whispered. Baeden bit his lip, then nodded. "Yes, but do it quickly." Marina gasped and spread her legs. The first drops hit the stone just as she heard Gaston groan from behind her. She shrieked and stood straight, twisting her legs together and legging out an anguished moan. The large man was on his knees, shaking his head and blinking rapidly at the sky. "MARINA, NOW!" Baeden shouted. She had no choice, she ran forwards and grasped Baeden's hand, and with great strength he lifted her easily over the balcony, transferring her to his left hand as he got down on the floor. She was four feet from the grass when he let go of her, and she landed in a crouch as another spurt forced its way out of her tortured body. Baeden was next, effortlessly throwing himself from the balcony and landing in a perfect roll. He gathered up the coin pouches, stuffing them into his robe pockets, then stood straight and grasped Marina's left wrist, pulling her through the courtyard towards the castle gate. "Baeden," she panted as she ran. "You have to let me relieve myself. Here, where nobody can see. I drank too much, it's going to come out any second." "You can't," Baeden groaned. "Gaston is on his way down here with his personal guards. We can't stop until we're miles from the city." Marina forced her free hand into her crotch, letting herself be tugged along by the Prince. The front of her dress was already soaked. "I have to do it as we run then," she exhaled. "People will see me." "NO!" Baeden screamed. She tensed up. Baeden had never shouted at her like that before, and it scared her. "You will lead them straight to us. You will not let out a single drop until we are free of the city, do you understand me?" She fell silent, letting Baeden lead the way as she focused entirely on holding her ocean. Thirty seconds later, they were at the castle gates. Two guards stood on either side, and one of them approached the Prince, his face inquisitive. "My Lord, what are you-" Baeden pushed past him, then turned and pressed as finger against the guard's chest. "Do not follow us, and if General Gaston tries to come through here, you are to stop or delay him at any cost. This is a military order from your Knight Commander, not a Royal order from your Prince. It can not be overruled, even by the Queen." "Uhm, wha- Yes, Sir," the guard stuttered, managing a confused salute. Baeden continued through the gate, and he heard it slam shut behind him. "The gate won't hold him long," Baeden hissed. "He's already decided to kill you, and he will tear those guards apart if they try to stop him from doing so." "I don't understand," Marina said. "He's not Royalty. He's below both you and the Queen. Why won't he follow your orders?" "It was a necessity of the time," Baeden explained. "When the King died, every other Royal family on the continent set their eyes on Lunambra. Some tried to arrange a marriage to my mother, some to me even though I was just a child. Some tried to take the Kingdom by force. My mother was not equipped to deal with such chaos, and so she recruited Gaston. Nobody knows where she found him, but he is barely human. An avatar of the laws of Lunambra, and no man or woman of any rank or Royalty can stop him. I've watched him punch out Kings and Princes and then slay every one of their guards in defense of Lunambra. Not only were you half naked and wetting on a Prince's balcony, but if I defend you they will know that I've had you in my bed, which is forbidden." Marina nodded, growing more afraid of the General than she already was. The pressure in her body was increasing, and she felt another spurt force its way out of her and into the front of her dress which she had bundled against her womanhood. She was trying to keep her eyes on her feet, but she could see people out of the corners of her eyes. What they must think, seeing Prince Baeden dragging an undressed peasant girl through the streets, with her hand shoved into her privates against a wet dress. Baeden gave them no attention as he stormed through the streets. Soon, they were at the stables. As they approached, the stable girl Mary stepped out from behind a tall, black stallion. "Prince Baeden?" she asked, startled. "What are you doing here? And Marina, you're...what's going on, are you okay?" Marina stood there, hunched over and shaking all over. Now that Baeden had released her, she had dropped the dress and both hands were pressed against her flower, her right middle finger pushing hard against her hole. Baeden stepped up to Mary, pulling one of the four coin pouches out of his robe. "This is more gold than you will ever see in your whole life, if you stay in this city. With this, you could buy a home, a stable, twenty horses, and feed yourself for a year. You are going to take this, mount the heaviest horse you have, and ride north. You are not to stop or dismount until you're in Jarkan. Make a life there, and never return to Lunambra." He forced the coin pouch against her hands, and she held it tentatively. "I officially release you from your service to Lunambra, and banish you from this city and the lands of this Kingdom for as long as you live." Mary stayed silent, but she did not look upset or afraid. She mounted the black stallion and looked to the north. "Wait," Baeden said. "Stay here for a moment." He pulled Marina to the side of the stables, and held out his hands in front of him. "Climb up onto the roof. You'll drop down onto my horse, so Gaston won't be able to tell which one you mounted from the footprints." "I'll pee on your head," Marina whispered. "Come on, we're almost there," Baeden encouraged her. "Just a few more minutes." She winced and stepped forwards slowly, gingerly raising her right foot and placing it in his hands. He lifted and she grasped his shoulders as she went up. She leaned back, and her soaked dress brushed against Baeden's face. He could smell her on it, and he fought to keep his composure as he pushed her up onto the roof. He strode to a white mare and climbed onto her thick leather saddle, trotting outside and under the ledge of the stable roof. He motioned to Mary, and she brought her horse right next to his. "Sit on the ledge and slide down, holding onto my back," Baeden explained. Marina did as she was told, and somehow managed to stay dry as she settled into the saddle behind Baeden. The hard leather pressing against her was cold against her bare skin, the insides of her legs rubbing against the horse's well-groomed hair. Her bladder pushed at her, but her full weight was on the saddle, preventing anything from escaping her. It was painful, but she wouldn't even be able to leak if she kept herself held tight against the leather. Baeden kicked at the horse, causing it to stomp around in front of the stables, making it impossible to track Mary's prints. "Go," Baeden said to Mary. She nodded at him and took off to the north, kicking up dust behind her. "Will she be alright?" Marina asked. "Does she have family here? And won't Gaston find her?" "You know that Lunambra does not hire servants who have families. It's the Queen's choice, she says outside ties makes them potentially disloyal. And she is an expert rider, Gaston will never catch her before she enters Jarkan, and he will not follow her across the Kingdom's borders. She will be safe, she will live a good life." Baeden turned his horse to the south, and they rode for the city gates. ******************* Chapter Three - Separation ******************* Queen Jenara exhaled slowly, her thoughts focused on her throbbing bladder. The colossal quantity of water she drank at dawn was doing its best to escape her, but she had no intention of letting it win any time soon. A massive empty jug lay on the wardrobe beside her bed, having once contained all the water that she had inside of her now. She lay in her ornate bed with her left hand on her breast and her legs raised and squeezed together, curling the toes on her left foot. Her bladder protruded out over her hips, clearly visible against the light stone walls of her chamber walls. It was nearly noon, and she would have to get downstairs and do her job soon. But it felt so good. She reached down and slid a single finger inside of herself, rubbing side to side against her special spot. Her legs shook from pleasure and desperation, and she was on the verge of finishing when there was a powerful knock on her chamber's door. Her eyes went wide and she dropped her legs, sitting up quickly and pulling her blankets around her. "Who is that? You know that nobody is allowed up here without being summoned." "Gaston," a voice said simply. She sighed and pulled the blankets tighter around her legs and chest. "Enter," she groaned. The door opened and the man stepped through, looking exceedingly disheveled. His medium-length brown hair was tussled and dirty, one eye was black and bleeding, and there was a large, round bruise in the center of his forehead. "What in God's name has happened to you?" she blustered, looking concerned. To Lunambra Pt. 03: To Freedom "YOUR SON," he shouted. "I went to him this morning to scold him for misconduct during wartime, and I heard noises from his balcony. I tried going out to investigate, and he held me back twice. I finally made my way onto the balcony, and that's when I saw it. There was a peasant woman, athletic build, red hair, completely nude from the waist down, and she was...she-" "Get it out, Gaston," Jenara said, her brow furrowing. "She was making water right outside of Baeden's window. At first I thought she had climbed up there and intended it as an act of vandalism, and I planned to punish her for trespassing on Royal grounds, not to mention the lewdness of it. And that's when Baeden attacked me, without any warning. Armor is a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat, slows you down, and I'm ashamed to admit that he managed to knock me unconscious. When I woke up, he and the whore were gone, and footprints led towards the castle gate." Jenara just sat there with her mouth hanging slightly open. "Baeden is gone?" she asked softly. "Yes, my Queen," Gaston confirmed. "I have no idea what the meaning of it is, but he appears to be fleeing the city." Jenara threw the blanket off and stood, exposing herself fully to Gaston. With an iron will, he kept his gaze at head-level as she strode across the room and opened her wardrobe. She pulled out a light blue dress with corset and an underskirt. "Help me," she said to Gaston. "That would not be proper, and I have no idea how to put a woman's dress on her. I will fetch a serving girl," the General said. "There is no time to be 'proper', and it's no different than lacing up armor. Now help me," Jenara ordered. Gaston sighed and stepped towards her. He grasped one of the underskirts and held it open as she stepped into it. He quickly tied up the back, thinking it was indeed much like tying greaves. He reached for the corset next, but Jenara waved his hand away. "That would take too long and there's no need for it," she said, pressing her legs together under the skirt. "Milady, despite the circumstances, you are still the Queen of Lunambra. Running about the city in improper attire would only serve to humiliate you and upset the citizens." "Yes, yes," Jenara reluctantly. She raised her arms above her head, and Gaston pulled the torturous garment around her middle. She stood there, glaring forward with impatience as he laced the back of the corset. Finally, he gave the strings a hard tug. Jenara squeezed her eyes shut as the corset pulled tight against her abdomen, pushing her inflated bladder. She heard Gaston give a frustrated sigh. "It won't close all the way," he mumbled. "I must have gained a bit of weight," Jenara lied. "As I said before, the corset really isn't-" She was cut off as Gaston gave the ropes another huge pull, and the garment wrapped itself around her. She closed her eyes tightly in an effort to contain her pee until the sudden pressure settled down. The blue dress came next, and while his knots were basic and utilitarian, they worked well enough. Fully dressed now, she hid her bed hair in a wide hat, knowing that Gaston would have no hope of managing it even if he had all the time in the world. "Are you ready, my Queen?" Gaston asked. "Have you need of your chamberpot?" Jenara glared at him. "Watch your words, General. We have wasted too much time already, so get moving." Gaston bowed low and turned, quickly striding out of the chamber. Jenara followed, completely ignoring the way her privates throbbed with every step. It was a long walk down the castle stairs and through the courtyard. Gaston had stopped for a few minutes to explain the situation to his personal guard, and Jenara used the opportunity to squeeze herself under her dress a couple of times behind the cover of the door. I picked a bad day to play this game, she thought. Had she had a moment of privacy after learning of Baeden's disappearance, she would have relieved herself immediately. But she could obviously do no such thing in Gaston's presence, nor let him know what it was she needed. She would handle it while Gaston organized a search party later in the day. Gaston exited the room them, with six armed and armored guards in tow. "Let us move on to the city," he said. Soon they were approaching the castle gates. Gaston stopped upon seeing they were closed and barred, and ten castle guards stood in front of them. "What is the meaning of this?" Gaston barked, striding towards them. One of the ten stepped forwards. "Gaston, Sir," he said with a bow. "I do not know why, but Prince Baeden himself has issued a military order to us. We are not to let you through this gate." "BAEDEN HAS FLED THE CITY!" Gaston roared in the guard's face. The smaller man stepped back, flinching, but did not move aside. "A military order from the Prince cannot be overruled by anyone. Not you, not even the Queen. It is the highest responsibility a Soldier can carry. If he issued such an order, I can only believe that you have betrayed Lunambra in some way." The guard's right hand began to cross his waist, aiming for the hilt of his broadsword. Queen Jenara closed her eyes and looked away, but the continuous screams and crashes painted a vivid and violent picture in her mind. Over a minute later it fell silent, and she opened her eyes to a scene of carnage. Each of the ten guards were splayed out in the grass, battered and bloody, but alive and writhing. Gaston stood in the center of them, brushing off his tabard with his his left gauntlet. In his right he was holding his own sword over his shoulder, but he had it held by the blade itself, gripped tightly in his steel grasp. Gaston looked up to Jenara, catching her eyeing his unusual stance. "Mordhau," Gaston said to her. "Originally a German technique. Good for both bashing through armor, and taking down opponents without killing them outright. Best have gauntlets on though, or you're not going to have a good time with it." "That isn't why I'm looking at you like this," Jenara said. "I'm just wondering how it is that you just defeated ten trained and armed guards with the back end of a sword, when my son brought you to ground with his bare hands." Gaston pursed his lips. "Firstly, he caught me completely off-guard. He got the first strike in, and it put me at a disadvantage. Second, he had no armor on. He was faster than me. These guards were wearing armor, so it was a fair fight." Jenara ignored the fact that Gaston considered ten versus one as 'fair'. Gaston looked away from the Queen. "Finally, the last sight I had before he jumped me was that of a young woman with her privates out as she pissed on the floor, so damn me if I wasn't the smallest bit distracted." "I will ask that you do not use such profanities in the presence of Royalty," Jenara barked in an attempt to keep up appearances. In reality, just hearing the word "Piss" made her belly throb. She could feel her skin pushed to its limits within the tight corset, unable to expand. She was getting concerned, now. If her body was free, she knew that she could hold it in for many hours if she needed to. But constricted like this, like a crate of salted fish, she felt as vulnerable as she did when she was a child in training. One big secret of hers was that she rarely wore a corset under her dress, only when she left the castle grounds. Though not exactly young, her body was of the type that tended to simply stay in place. Seeing her from the outside, nobody could guess that she had nothing beneath her dress but an underskirt. Even now, the corset did nothing to compress any part of her body except for her bladder. Gaston turned towards the gatehouse and vaulted through one of the windows, and after a long and very loud session of cranking, the gate was raised enough to pass through. Gaston's guards went through first, crouched down to avoid dinging their helmets. The man himself went through next, and Jenara approached the gate. Gaston held his hand underneath the iron bars, and she took it as she tried to walk under the gate. The moment she bent down, the corset pressed into her. She froze for just a moment as the smallest, quickest drop of pee forced its way out of her straining body. Her legs were spread in her crouch, and as she passed through the gate she could see the little wet spot against the light grey stone. It was the first time she had truly involuntarily released anything since before her eighteenth birthday. She would allow small leaks into her skirts during long meetings, but never completely against her will. This is getting critical, she thought. I have to escape. Jenara walked gingerly after Gaston for a ways. Civilians were looking at her and whispering to each other, though this was nothing unusual when she walked the city streets. She focused entirely on holding herself until she nearly crashed into Gaston. Looking around, she saw that they were nearly at the southern gates, at the city stables. "Two of the best horses are gone," Gaston said. Jenara glanced to her left and spotted a large wood and stone house that she knew belonged to a woman named Sabina, who she had a small history with and who looked so similar to the Queen that they could easily have been twins. Gaston stepped up to the small stable house and pounded on the door. Nothing. He leaned sideways to peer into a window, and Jenara took the chance. The Queen ducked sideways, spinning into the cover of a small stone fence. The sudden movement forced another tiny spurt out of her, and she hissed to herself and twisted her legs together, now protected from sight. She had no time though, and she forced herself to move, circling around the back of Sabina's large home. Jenara hobbled to the door and knocked, trying to keep it just loud enough to be heard inside, but not by Gaston. She was losing hope twenty seconds later, but to her immense relief, the door creaked open to reveal her own mirror image in the form of Sabina. Their clothes could be no more different, with Sabina wearing tight leather pants and a loose, red silk shirt that was so soft her nipples could be seen poking out under it. "Queen Jenara," Sabina said in a surprised tone. "What are-" Sabina stumbled as Jenara pushed her way inside and started struggling with the knots on the back of her dress. "Help me, Sabina, please," Jenara nearly cried. Startled, Sabina stepped forwards and grasped the sloppy knots of Gaston's, pulling them apart and loosening the stitch. Jenara slid her arms out and lowered the top half of the dress to her waist. "Get a blade, cut the corset off, I have no time to untie it." Sabina held her questions, it was obvious that the Queen was about to soak the entrance hall floor. Bent at the knees, with one hand between her legs and the other on her belly, she appeared to be at her very limit. Sabina rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a cooking knife, sprinting back into the entrance hall and sliding the thin blade under the corset's many stitches. A few seconds later the garment hit the floor, and the Queen sounded a moan on par with the kind of orgasm that Sabina could only dream about. "That is so much better," the Queen breathed. "Here, please help me get the dress back up, I have no time to waste here." Sabina stepped up and started helping Jenara back into the dress, then paused. "My Queen, the corset may be off, but you must still be desperate for relief. I have an emptied chamberpot, I'll go fetch it for you." "No," Jenara said quickly. "There are people searching for me, and I'll take too long if I release it now. Listen to me, my son Baeden and my servant Marina have fled the city together. I knew this day would come, I've known about those two since our night in the fortress, though obviously I've kept it secret. The city's General is searching for them, but he has no idea where they've gone. I do." Jenara paused to inhale and cross her legs again. "He probably doesn't even realize it himself, but when he was a very young child, I taught Baeden how to escape the city if it fell to an attacking army. He probably thinks it his own plan, forgetting that it was I who told it to him. He has fled south to Great Oak Village, and either threatened or paid the stable girl to ride north to Jarkan as a decoy." "Why are you telling me this?" Sabina asked, staring at the Queen's squirming body. "I have no place in the Royal matters of this city." "Oh, you will soon enough," Jenara panted. "You owe my family your life, and it is time you pay that debt. You used to be a traveler and an adventurer. I assume you are proficient in tracking?" "I am," Sabina said, her eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "Good," Jenara whispered. "I have a job for you." **************** Chapter Four - Oceans **************** "Baeden," Marina choked out as she leaned against his back. "It's been over an hour. You have to stop, just for a minute..." "He could be after us already," Baeden said as he spurred the horse onward. "It is not safe yet." "Please don't make me piss on the horse," Marina whimpered through thick tears. Between the pain of her bladder and the stress of their escape, her emotions were scattered and intense. "Please, I don't want to do that. Please, Baeden." Baeden looked back at the woman. Her eyes were squeezed shut, sweat and tears dampening her entire face. She winced with every step the horse took, and she was whispering something to herself under her breath. The Price let out an extended sigh. They needed to keep moving, but if she did relieve herself on the horse, the animal could get angry, and it would definitely make them easier to track. He knew how much she drank, he could not expect her to keep it inside of her any longer. He tugged at the reins, slowing the horse to a trot, and he pulled the beast to the side of the path. He jumped off and turned to Marina, holding out one of his large hands. She slid limply off of the horse with a gasp, and she was already wetting herself as he half-dragged her off the road and into the brush. He plopped down onto the dirt and held Marina close, nuzzling his face in her hair and wrapping his arms around her. The hissing sound reached his ears as they settled down, and he looked between her legs. A puddle was spreading out from under her dress, and he gripped the thin fabric and pulled it up to reveal her red hair pubic hair, with the thick stream flowing out of her. She shivered periodically, and he knew it had to be from the relief rather than any sort of cold. Gaston's blood still coated the knuckles of his right hand, and he leaned forwards to wash it off in Marina's water. "Piss harder, will you? It's not coming off." Marina let out a stifled giggle. "That's horrible," she whispered, though her voice betrayed humor. She placed a hand on her still-bulging bladder and pushed in, and her flow increased. After a bit of scrubbing, Baeden's hands were clean and coated with Marina's scent. "I can't believe you're still going," Baeden said to her. "We really do have to move on..." "Mmm, I'm almost done," Marina breathed. "Have a pee as well while I'm at it." She leaned back in the grass and stared at Baeden. He smiled at her and quickly undid his drawstring. "I'm not desperate, but while I have the chance..." She watched as his manhood came free of his pants. She was slightly surprised to see that it wasn't hard like it always was when Baeden watched her do this, but she figured it made sense under the circumstances. When he was in survival mode, not much else got through to him. He exhaled as he released what he had, letting it flow down the hill to join with Marina's massive puddle. He was finished twenty seconds later, just as Marina's last drop came out of her as well. "You're going to have to help me up, my legs are weak and I can't feel my belly," Marina said. The Prince stood up and reached out, pulling the wobbly girl to her feet. They made their way back to the horse and mounted up, and Marina felt so different now that she'd had her relief. They were on their way to freedom, to their own life. "Where are we going?" she asked the Prince. "There's a town called Great Oak, two hundred and twenty miles south of Lunambra. That is where we are headed. Gaston will follow us as far as feet will carry him. Nowhere in England will be safe for us. He will lead Lunambra to war against every Kingdom, every city, every run-down village, and he will tear every one of them apart until he finds us." "So what safety is there in Great Oak?" Marina asked. Every word Baeden said about Gaston made her more terrified of the man. Baeden spoke of him as though he were a force of nature, a violent storm that was capable of wiping cities off the face of the Earth. His reasons were unknown to her, but it was obvious that the General was the one man in the world that Baeden was afraid of. "Hmm," Baeden grunted. "Great Oak itself offers no safety. The safety rests in what spans behind Great Oak. Have you ever seen the ocean, Marina?" "What are you talking about?" Marina stammered. "The ocean is just a bedtime story. At the ends of England, you reach the edge of the Abyss. I've read about it." Baeden had to squint and bite his lip to keep from turning and laughing in her face. He shook his head and leaned back against her. "The ocean is very real, Marina. The world is round, it is massive, and England is far from the only place on it. The rivers we've swam in all flow to and from the vastness of the ocean, every drop of rain comes from and returns to the ocean, some way or another. Everything you drink, everything you piss out, all begins and ends with this Earth's oceans. We're going to the docks at Great Oak, we're going to find a ship, find a crew, and we are going to cross the water south. We are going to the European mainland." *************** Chapter Five - Tracks *************** Jenara gently closed the door to Sabina's home and patted her dress down, pulling the fabric down so it conformed to her body. Now that the corset had been off for a minute, her bladder had stretched back out and the throbbing, unstoppable pressure had faded to a dull ache. She folded her hands in front of her to cover the bulge, hoping to the Heavens that Gaston wouldn't notice that she suddenly looked five months pregnant. She stepped back onto the street and saw the General standing there, ordering his guards around the area. He spotted her and shouted for them to return, and he jogged up to her. "My Queen, where did you go? You cannot disappear like that!" he shouted, reaching out to grab her shoulders. She stepped away from him and sighed. "I was just checking the area for the stable girl," Jenara said. "She knows my voice, and you probably scare her." "Do not step out of my sight again," Gaston snapped. "You may have the authority in politics, but I have it when it comes to protecting you. Anyway, the stable girl is gone. Two sets of tracks lead away from the stables, one to the north and one to the south. He is trying to mislead us, he probably paid her to ride as a decoy." "It would not surprise me," Jenara agreed. She knew that he was smart enough to figure that much out, at least. "So what do you want to do?" "I'm going to go south," Gaston stated. "The borders of Jarkan are too close for me to ride far to the north. I will bring two guards with me, and send two north. A General crossing the border will cause problems, the nearby cities know my face. Two guards in civilian clothing can cross unnoticed." "And what will you have them do if they find him? You alone may be able to stand against Baeden, but he could kill your guards in his sleep. Send me, Gaston. Let me travel north with your guards. Jarkan knows that it was I who agreed to return their land, they will accommodate me. The two of us are the only people in the Kingdom who have a chance of bringing him home, you with force and me with words." To Lunambra Pt. 03: To Freedom "That is unacceptable," Gaston said simply, shaking his head. "If I must, I will travel south first, then return here and go north afterwards. Crossing the border is a risk I am willing to take if I must." "By the time you return, my son will be far out of our reach, and the tracks will be long gone. You know this. The only chance we have to find him is to follow both sets of tracks right here, right now." Gaston was noticeably shaking. His two primary duties were tearing themselves apart in front of his eyes. Protect the Queen. Protect the Kingdom. Without Baeden, their military might would drop considerably. But the Queen would never be completely safe traveling without him. Her recent kidnapping was perfect evidence of that. He stood there for a long time, Jenara growing more impatient with each second. "FINE!" he shouted suddenly, slamming his fist on a wooden post of the stable. "But you will have all four of my guards with you. I will travel south alone." Jenara nodded. "We have no time to waste. Mount up." She strode to her own black mare, which nuzzled against her neck as she approached. She hugged the animal around her nose before stepping beside her and pulling herself up. She silently thanked Sabina for her aid, for she knew that she would have absolutely lost control right there had she tried this with the corset on. The guards were next, mounting nearly identical brown steeds. Gaston climbed atop his massive black stallion, settling into the saddle and looking to the Queen. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her, his face betraying his worry. "Yes," Jenara said. Gaston gave her a final nod, and he reined his horse, storming off towards the south gate. Jenara looked to her new contingent of bodyguards. "What are your names?" she asked them. The tallest stepped forwards. "I am Jason Greywick," he said. He then pointed to the guard on his left, with long brown hair flowing down from his helmet. "That's Nicolas Saltheart." He turned his horse slightly, gesturing at the shortest of them. "Kevin Lance," and to the last of them, "Drake Stonewall." "It is good to meet you formally," Jenara said. "I hope that you will ensure a safe journey." "We will protect you with our lives," Jason stated, giving her a powerful salute. "Then let us begin," the Queen told them. She kicked her horse, and led it out of the stable gate and towards the northern district. The city was quiet today, and the tracks were easy to follow. Fifteen minutes later, they were out of the city. It was the smallest guard she had ever left the city with, but they were the best of the guards. She felt the fear in her memories, battering her thoughts with images of herself bound in a dark dungeon, naked and surrounded by men who could have had their way with her at any time. She pushed the fears away. Soon, she would never have to feel fear again. ************ Chapter Six - Rest ************ Marina was sore all over. The sun had set some time ago, but Baeden rode on without a thought. It had been ten hours since they stopped for Marina's relief. Baeden was used to riding for hours and hours at a time, but she was not. She had never even been on a horse before. Her bottom throbbed, her womanhood felt bruised, and her back twinged every few seconds. Beyond this, she was very desperate for a pee again. Her bladder pressed into Baeden's back as she was holding him so tightly, in fear of tumbling off the horse in her exhaustion. It was six hours ago that they stopped at a river's edge and drank their fill, not having any skins to carry water with. She was hungry, too. They had brought no food, no heavier clothes, no maps. All she had was the robe, light dress, and faith that Baeden knew where he was going, and could get them there before they starved. Luckily, he said that the river flowed all the way to Great Oak, so hydration would be no issue. She raised an arm up and patted Baeden's chest. "When can we rest?" she asked. "Gaston cannot track us in the dark, and there is no moon tonight. How you've kept this horse on the road in this darkness, I'll never know." "The horse follows the road of his own volition," Baeden said. "He's a well-trained animal. You are right though, I could have turned off of this path at any time, and Gaston will not keep chase unless he sees the tracks with his own eyes. If only it would rain. I know not how far behind us he is, but he has set up camp for the night, as any professional tracker would. If you wish me to stop, I will." "Yes, please," Marina whispered in his ear. He shivered and pulled on the reins, and the horse came to a slow stop. Baeden dismounted gracefully, but hit the ground with a groan. "Are you alright?" she asked. "Yeah...just really full of water." "Oh, me too," Marina added. "I've been holding it for hours." Baeden reached up and helped her blindly slide off the horse, and he guided her into the trees. It took fifteen minutes of feeling and stomping until they found a patch of soft grass comfortable enough to spend the night. The river was a couple meters away from them, the sound of the water making their desperation even worse. "This will do," Baeden said. "It's been a long time since I've slept in the open air. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't something charming about it. Oh bloody hell, I've really got to piss..." "My Prince," Marina said quietly. "I know you are under a lot of stress, with leaving your home and with the General after us. I understand if you just want to relieve yourself and try to sleep. But I want you to know that if you want to finish what we started this morning, I'm completely willing. I want to celebrate our freedom." Baeden closed his eyes, though the action made little difference in the pitch-black night. Had it really been that very morning that they had made their escape from Lunambra? It felt like a week had passed. But it was his first night after abandoning his Kingdom. His future as a ruler. Baeden spat on the ground. I don't want that future. I never did. This woman is my future. Marina gasped as Baeden suddenly grabbed her and hugged her tightly. He hadn't held her like this in a long time, this grasp that was beyond simple passion. It was a hold of pure love, and she felt tears well in her eyes. He kissed her then, and she felt him lowering her into the grass and settling down next to her in a tight embrace. Their feet aimed at the river, their legs intertwined. "I love you, Marina. You're right, I am stressed under all of this. But you are all I care about now. Let's have our celebration." "What do you want to do?" she asked him, her voice soft and sexual. She felt him reach across her body, fumbling with the silk belt that held her robe together. She reached over and did the same for him, and soon the robes were folded over tree branches a few feet away from them. Marina was still in her underdress, and Baeden was in his thin velvet shirt and pants. She ran her fingers over the soft material, and felt him shiver as she reached his hard belly. She gave it a couple of small jabs, and then she felt him grab her hand. He navigated it to his manhood which was pressed forcefully against the velvet pants, and she felt its shape through the fabric. She stroked it as she felt his hand on her own privates, pulling her dress out of the way and settling against her lower hair. His middle finger tickled her in just the right spot, and she began breathing heavily as they stroked each other. This went on for some time, and she was nearly about to get off when there was a sudden jolt in her bladder and she sent a spurt against Baeden's hands. He laughed softly and rolled to his side, pressing his face into Marina's neck and kissing her gently. She felt two of his fingers slide into her now, stroking in a continuous movement against the soft insides of her womanhood. She gripped him hard through his pants, and he grunted in desperation as she found his drawstring and tore it open. He shifted so his organ slid out of captivity and she could hold it properly. She loved the way it moved in her hand, pulsing along with his deep breaths. "Wait a moment," Marina said suddenly. "I've just realized something. After all the time we've been together, I've never seen you wet yourself. You've had me do it dozens of times, but you always go freely in the end, no matter how full you are." Without another word, she forced his manhood back into his velvet pants and tied the knot tightly. "You're going to stay just like that until you lose control." "In that case," Baeden said, reaching over to grasp her arms. "You're going to stay here." With a powerful pull, he rolled her on top of him, letting her settle in a mount over his legs. "If you pee on me first, you won't be able to feel me doing it. You certainly won't see it, since it's so dark. So you have to hold it longer than I do." Marina wasn't prepared for this. Her flower was clamped shut with all her strength, and she could feel the weight of her bladder pressing down on it. From the other end, she could feel Baeden's stiffness pressing against her through his pants. She knew that men could hold it easier when they were aroused, so she would just have to apply enough pressure. She steadied herself by placing both hands along Baeden's rock-hard bladder, and she began to grind against him in a rhythmic motion. It didn't take Marina long to start regretting everything. She knew she was on the verge of leaking, and she knew how good Baeden was at holding. She leaned forwards, putting more weight on his belly. She felt his knees rise behind her, squeezing together and pressing into her back. They were both going to burst at any time now, and they both knew it. They had turned it into a contest, something they had done many times, but they had quit trying after Baeden defeated Marina enough consecutive times that it was beginning to depress her. Now, however, she could feel his legs shaking desperately behind her back. She could feel the hardness of his bladder under her hands, she could smell the sweat on him, she could hear his uneven, sharp breathing. She gasped as Baeden shifted, forcing her to roll off of his stomach. He lowered her to the grass beside him and hugged her tightly, then she felt his hand on her own, bringing it between his legs. "I'm proud of you, Marina," he whispered to her. "You've really beaten me. I just cannot hold it another second..." Her hand met velvet just as the wetness touched it, and the loud hissing met her ears. She opened her mouth slightly in fascination, grasping around his manhood as he wet himself completely. She felt it spreading down his hips and thighs, pouring into the grass underneath him. He moaned his relief into her ear, and she closed her eyes and shivered as she felt her privates throb with lust. He pushed gently on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. She opened her legs, expecting him to undo his pants and enter her as he still relieved himself. However, she gasped in surprise as she felt him climb on top of her, straddling her over her waist. His flow fell over her body, soaking her dress and the ground beneath her. She groaned in pleasure and desperation as she thrust her hips up, his pee pouring down her body and pooling between her breasts. She grasped them and pulled them apart under the tight chestline of the underdress, letting the liquid slide down past her neck. Baeden stopped his flow, and she thought he was finished. However, in the darkness, she couldn't see Baeden lean back. She had no warning whatsoever before her bottom was pushed into the grass by Baeden's whole weight sitting down on her bladder. "NO! NO, NO, NOOO!" she laugh-screamed, slapping at whatever parts of Baeden she could reach. It was an involuntary reaction to the sudden and massive increase in pressure, and it was a brand new sensation to her when the contents of her bladder exploded out of her under his weight. She had wet herself before, yes. But never was it forced out of her under such great pressure. She gasped and fell back, her mouth hanging open, great clumps of grass gripped in her hands. Her whole private region was on fire, in such a good way. She could feel it pumping out of her with such power, and she could hear it splattering into the river - a meter and a half away from her. She reached around Baeden, pressing a hand tightly against herself. Her pee sprayed upwards, flowing against her clit and running over her belly and along Baeden's thighs. She lurched and moaned her pleasure as she came from that single touch alone, and then she felt Baeden fumbling with his drawstring while he still sat on her. Soon, his manhood was out and held over her, and he took his weight off her bladder as he climbed down between her legs. Her stream immediately slowed to normal, and she felt Baeden pressing his organ against her slit as she sprayed her pee all over it. A second later he was inside of her, holding her legs tightly and powerfully thrusting into her. With each time he entered her, she felt her pee surge out with greater force. She was stunned and smiling stupidly to the dark sky, thinking of nothing else but this minute, this second, as she felt him start peeing again. Inside of her. "Oooohhhhhhhh," she groaned, helpless against the pleasure as she got off a second time, before he finally collapsed beside her. "Finish it," Baeden begged. "I don't know how I've held off this long." Despite her exhaustion, she was happy to oblige him. She rolled over, taking his manhood in her right hand and placing her soft lips around the tip. She gave it the gentlest lick, and with two quick pumps of her hand, he went stiff as the slick liquid surged into her mouth. She swallowed it without hesitation, and continued sucking on him until it finally went limp. Five minutes later, she fell asleep with it still in her hand. ***************** Chapter Seven - Dignity ***************** It was official: Queen Jenara needed to relieve herself immediately. Hours and hours she rode with the four guards, two in front of her to follow the tracks, and two behind her to guard the rear. They had gone on like this into the night, and they were very nearly at Jarkan's border. Right before the border's watch tower came into view, the guards stopped their horses and began setting up for the night. It was a hot day, and Jenara had been forced to drink to keep her health. Her bladder ached and throbbed, and her womanhood was sore from the saddle, her muscles weakened from the constant bouncing. She barely managed to dismount her horse without spurting in her dress, and yet there was nothing she could do. The guards would not allow her out of their sight. The darkness provided no cover as they started a fire immediately, and her hope of simply shifting her dress up while she sat and weeing into the grass unnoticed was dashed by the guard Nicolas, who spread out a large, soft blanket for her to sleep on. Two guards would be awake at all times, taking shifts to watch her. She was absolutely stuck. She stood there for a few minutes, staring at the river that flowed freely, taunting her. She slowly took a seat on the large blanket, laying back and cringing as her horribly overfilled bladder settled on top of her. Every breath she took tormented her, sending pangs of desperation that made her feel like she could leak at any second. She could feel it tingling just on the inside of her hole, waiting for her to weaken just enough so it could force its way out of her. These men are not trained to travel with a woman. They won't even think to offer me privacy. It's not like I could accept their offer even if they did give it. Crossing her legs did nothing to relieve the pressure. What's going to happen, I wonder, she found herself thinking When I simply cannot hold on any longer. Is it really possible for my bladder to explode, or is that just a story told to children to threaten them into peeing before they leave the house? Will I just wet myself in front of the guards? Hours passed. Time went on and on as she lay there awake, holding herself with everything she was. The pressure increased endlessly as more water continued to force its way into her bladder. The two guards who stood awake would absolutely hear her. The first men in the Kingdom to witness a Queen piss herself like a little child, wetting her blanket. She couldn't let it happen. She reached down and pinched her labia through her dress, squeezing them together. It hurt badly, and she knew it was no long-term plan. She released them quickly, and gasped silently as a drop made its way out of her. She felt it trickle down her vulva and along her bottom, absorbed quickly into her dress. It was much too small to show, thankfully. I was so close, she cried inwardly. If I could only wait through tomorrow, but it's just too much. I drank so much water, enough to bathe in, and even I have to have limits. Despite everything, I'm still just a person... Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud groan from one of the guards who were taking the first shift. She slowly turned her head to him, keeping her eyes squinted so he would think her asleep at a glance. "Nick, I can't wait any longer. It's been all fucking day." "You can't," Nicolas hissed. "I'm dying over here too, but what if she's awake?" Jenara slammed her eyes shut, and she could feel the gaze of the two men staring at her. "She's out cold," the first guard, Jason, said desperately. "Oh shit, it's happening," she heard soft metallic clanking as he fumbled with the front of his armor. A loud hiss immediately followed, and she opened her eyes ever so slightly. She could see his stream in the torchlight, splattering into the grass in front of him. "Ah fuck, that's it for me too," Nicolas gasped, pulling his greaves open and bursting into the grass as well. They're so bloody lucky, Jenara screamed inside her head as the two men emptied themselves in front of her. Wait. She suddenly noticed the two other guards snoring loudly behind her, a sound she had been blocking out for three hours past. The two in front of her were facing away, absorbed in their own relief, their ears full of the sound of their own pee. This is it, my only chance. With as much speed as she could muster, she thrust her hips into the air, supporting herself on her shoulder blades. She grasped the front of her dress and pulled it up, and despite her shame and pride, she released an absurdly powerful three-second long spurt that flew through the air, spraying onto the side of a tree that stood over two meters away from her. It cleared the blanket entirely, and she caught the last drops with her hand. It was so much louder than she thought it would be, and she threw her dress back over her legs and collapsed into the blanket just as Jason turned to glance at her. She was frozen in fear that he would realize what had happened, but he just shrugged and returned to his own business. She was breathing like she had run a footrace across the Kingdom, and she had to force herself to settle down before she was noticed. She was still desperate. As desperate as she had ever been in her life. Her flower tingled and her bladder complained strongly against being given such small relief in response to the ocean that it contained. But she was no longer on the verge of wetting herself completely, and that would be enough for this one night. It seemed like such a long time later that the sun finally showed itself. She knew she had slept, at least a little, because she did not remember the other two guards getting up for relief. There was no way they could have held it through the night after all she had watched them drink. She looked down and groaned inwardly as she saw her belly was even bigger than it was last night. She wondered how much it could stretch, how full it could possibly become before it just gave out, in whatever way it would. She knew her skin would accommodate it, having been pregnant. But the bladder itself was a mystery, somehow growing ever fuller as the hours passed. The small amount of relief seemed to give it the time it needed to expand. How embarrassed she would feel if one of the guards noticed it.