10 comments/ 70725 views/ 54 favorites Captive Princess By: Wifetheif he sound of cavalry bearing armor clad warriors seemed as deafening as thunder. King Gustav knew that the battle and his kingdom was lost. He would go down fighting however. The old King donned his ancient armor and hefted the sword of his youth. He intended to meet the enemy just outside the gates of his fortress. He would die as he had lived, upon his own terms. There was one matter of business to yet attend to. "Orella, come and listen my child." A beautiful lass appeared. Her ivory complexion was offset with deep black ebony hair, her eyes grey and flashing. Arriving with her were her aged nurse and young tutor. A cadre of elite guards stood at attention ready to protect the three. Orella had arrived in the twilight of the ancient king's life. She had been his delight and solace as he had seen her older brothers taken by war, assassination and plague. Once the old king had lost the girl's mother, life would have had no meaning if not for the presence of his daughter. Now his life was spent. Even in his vigorous youth he could not have withstood today's odds in battle. "Yes father?" the comely woman said in a lilting, melodic voice. "Daughter, there is no doubt that I go to my death tonight. This fortress and my realm shall come to an end. You however must go on and must remain unmolested. These men," he indicated the guards, "will smuggle you out through a hidden entrance known only to myself. They will protect you as you make your way to Hareta. I have the solemn word of King Rudolph there that he will protect you and keep you safe. King Rudolph has manly sons of marrying age, you could have your pick of them and continue to live as a princess in the luxury you are used to. I am sorry that I can not provide you with a proper dowry. Your nurse has some mementos from your mother in her rucksack as well as a letter of transit and King Rudolph's vow. Kiss me for a final time, I want to leave this world with the glorious blessing of one of your kisses upon my lips." "Oh father!" Orella cried. "Is there no other way? Must I steal out of my own home as a burglar? You have always been the most wonderful of fathers. I will always love you and I know that no man will ever measure up to you." "Thank you daughter but there is no other option, I will not see you taken as a spoil of war." With that the fair princess embraced her father and kissed him. Her eyes were thick with tears as she watched him turn, straighten his armor, and make for the main doorway of the fortress. Orella's nurse placed a hooded cloak about her charge's form. Her lovely face and hair disappeared into deep shadows. The looseness of the cloak veiled the young woman's alluring form from prying eyes. In silence the trio of women entered the sheltering protection of the guards and made their way to the bowels of the fortress. Some time later the small band exited the fortress through a false wall. They had to crawl on hands and knees to clear the passage but in short order all were safely removed from the building. Another guard waited just a few meters away with horses for each of them. The leader of the guards saw to the safe mounting of the princess, her tutor and her nurse, had his men mount and off into the night they all rode like the wind. After dawn the tiny travelling party made camp in the shelter of a hillock. A simple tent was erected for the use and modesty of the women and the guards slept in shifts around it. Princess Orella complained about soreness from the ride and her nurse massaged the tender flesh of the ivory skinned woman. Her tutor took advantage of the time and began to read a lesson to her pupil. The tutor was not much older than her student but she had had many years of schooling. The daughter of a professor she had been teaching even before she had come to womanhood. Tall and lean, pink and blonde, she looked nothing like the beautiful princess. Despite their coming from two such different worlds the two had become fast friends, Orella considered Hannah the best teacher she had ever had. The only thing the shy tutor could not tell Orella much about was men, a subject that the young princess found increasingly fascinating. Her nurse, Cordellia however, filled Orella's head with all of the dangers men represented. Her nurse had a low opinion of every man on the planet save the late King Gustav. Cordellia had had many lovers and was disappointed with every one. Orella sometimes thought that her nurse was correct when she felt the unwanted and unseemly stares of one of her father's guards. On the other hand she often had wonderful talks with her own late lamented brothers and tradesmen or other gentlemen that called upon her father at the fortress. "The truth must lie," she told her tutor, "somewhere in the middle." The raiding party seemingly came from nowhere. The women in the tent awoke to the sounds of screams, loud footfalls and clashing swords. Cordellia hastily dressed Orella and threw the cloak about her body. Hanna struggled into her clothes and gathered her books and papers. The sound of battle was replaced with the even more frightening sound of silence and the occasional groan. At once a saber blade cut open the lashing of the front door of the tent. Following the blade was a muscular arm and at last the dusky visage of a Faron Raider! Behind him came three of his duplicates. Orella emitted a scream and Cordella moved herself in front of the Princess. The tutor simply stared slack jawed. In moments the women's hands were tied behind their backs and they were led at saber point to a humongous and profoundly ugly and battle scared chieftain. The man approached the women and eyed them carefully. He pushed back Orella's hood and gasped. "Perhaps this raid will be successful after all." the man croaked. The hideous chieftain turned and said. "Summon the women to process these three. If any man so much as reaches a hand towards the dark haired one, kill him where he stands." Hanna was crying profusely, Cordellia simultaneously grumbled and vowed to protect Orella. As for the Princess, she was too proud to cry and also too sheltered to understand the nature of what was about to happen to her. She walked in sad silence between her nurse and her tutor. As the trio was led towards a distant wagon Orella was struck by the sight of her few surviving guards being compelled to strip at saber point. Orella had had a protected childhood. Her late brothers had all been far older than she and had shielded her always. Orella had been taught by her tutors that men had an appendage where women had an opening. Hanna had even shown Orella some illustrations of naked men but now the princess saw that reality was quite different from artifice. Naked the men were as different from one another as a group of naked women. Yet they also bore remarkable similarities. Their manhood also varied. Orella assumed that the illustrations were accurate in all major respects. Now she knew the truth. Despite her current predicament the princess found herself enthralled by the naked guards. A sad Orella lost sight of them as her captors bade her forward. At last the women's long march ended at a caravan wagon. A dusky woman wearing a turban and a white muslin dress approached the lead soldier guarding the captives. She shouted and several other women exited the large wagon. Some of the women bore swords, in short order the trio was herded into the caravan. Their bindings were cut. Orella thought that she was dreaming when she heard the turbaned woman ordered her to strip. "I am Princ ..." She was cut short by her nurse applying all of her substantial weight on one of Orella's toes. "The young miss will be happy to comply," said Codellia. "Pay no attention to her short temper." Orella looked puzzled at her nurse but she new her guardian well enough that she always had her best interests at heart and it was usually best to listen to her. Cordellia nodded and a dejected princess began to shed her clothes. She delayed the final unveiling as long as she could but at last her final garment fluttered to the floor of the caravan. Orella thought that the three of them naked made an astonishing contrast. Hanna, thin and bony with a shock of blonde hair upon her head, contrasting sharply with the pinkish tinge of her skin. Her thin legs seemed to sprout straight out from the tuft of blonde fur that surmounted her pelvis, Cordella, hefty to the point of nearly being obese with her large pendulous breasts and sagging flesh. Every hair of her head and even the hair covering her sex was bright grey. Orella considered herself. Long legs, a firm rump, flat stomach and breasts that her nurse had told her other woman would die for. She considered her dark eyes and grey eyes her best feature but some of the diplomats who had called upon her father told her that her face was angelic. Unlike Hanna, Orella made no effort to hide herself. The Faron women began talking among themselves in their native language. To Orella's ear it sounded a bit like music. The turbaned woman conducted a minute inspection of each woman in turn. The princess was extremely angry by the time the woman was done. The final indignity was saved for last as she plunged her thumb into Orella's sex. Orella had no idea what the woman had discovered but the face of the turbaned woman positively lit up and she smiled broadly. She wore a very similar smile after examining Hannah as well. After a commotion two metallic devices were produced and locked around Orella and Hanna's loins. The turbaned woman took Cordellia aside and spoke in her ear for some time. When she finished the nurse addressed the younger captives. "Young miss, Miss Hanna, the devices are to preserve your maidenheads. Neither of you has lain with a man and you are therefore "very valuable and will bring a fine price at the market."" Hanna burst into tears upon hearing this and Orella simply stared in shock. At last the women were given brief rough spun garments to wear. Orella thought that it must have been some foul joke. The garment was a simple rectangle of cloth with holes for her head and arms. Once donned Orella noted with horror that the garment stopped very high upon her thighs. Never in all her life had she ever worn a garment as scant as this, Most of the other women left the caravan. The women were herded off to one side of the wagon and upon a signal from the turbaned woman some hatches on the roof were opened and some wooden bars lowered fastened in place. The women were caged with no possibility of escape. The turbaned woman smiled as she hung a dark tapestry over the bars plunging the women into total darkness. The caravan began to roll. In their dark and mobile prison the women rapidly lost track of time. They had to share the few water vessels and, humiliatingly, all had to share the same chamber pot. Attending to their needs in total darkness was difficult and all three had ended up at least somewhat befouled. An unknown time later the caravan came to a stop.The black tapestry was pulled away and all of the women were dazzled by the light. Once they regained their sight the three were stunned at how filthy and bedraggled they had become. The bars of the prison were lifted as other dusky women entered the caravan. In short order the three had their hands bound and were roped together. They were led into the daylight. To her considerable displeasure the first face they met outside was that of the repulsive Faron chieftain. He was seated at a table with Hanna's books, Orella's clothes and Cordellia's rucksack. To Orella's further consternation, the chieftain's eyes took a very unwelcome tour of the princess's bare flesh. The man began to speak in his deep toad like voice, despite that handicap he spoke Orella's language well. "Greeting princess Orella, tutor Hanna Astrin and royal nurse Cordellia, The three of you have come down quite far in the world have you not?" The man then roared with laughter. "It was not hard to discern who you were by your possessions. Ordinarily a royal princess would be left unmolested and ransomed back to her kingdom. However the late King Gustav no longer sits upon his throne and the kingdom he represented no longer exists. Oh we recovered your letter of transit and your father's pleas to King Rudolph to marry you off to one of his sons. Without a dowry, however what do you offer one of Rudolph's sons other than your considerable good looks? We COULD transport you to Rudolph's Kingdom of Hareta but we do not feel that the reward he would offer for an undowryed princess would be worth the time or effort. If accounts of your beauty that our women have given us are to be believed, and I can see with my own eyes that they are likely true, then we can get a far higher price for you at the slave markets of this city." Orella's head fell to her chest as the chieftain uttered his words. The man's harsh voice continued. "Your tutor is not much in the looks department but her education and teaching talents make her valuable to the right buyer. It is likely that she will continue her profession in a short while. Of course she will no longer receive any payment for teaching after today!" with that the man roared with mirth. "As to your nurse, perhaps she will be purchased as a present for a grieving grandfather, or perhaps she will simply be taken as a scullery maid. At any rate she should fetch at least a few credits!" Again the man laughed, "Now it is time for the three of you to be readied for market. You, princess and tutor should be very happy that you are both virgins. Virgins are only sold to the most demanding and richest of customers. If he sees you as investment potential he may buy you but keep you in chastity. The maidenhead of one such as yours, FORMER princess, is a VERY valuable object indeed." With that the man nodded at the turbaned woman and she and her dark complected associates led the three women to a large. building. As the trio made their way through the streets Orella marveled at the architecture and the cleanliness of the city. At once she realized that this must be the famous Shar. Shar made its money through the sale of human flesh. A tax was placed on each transaction involved with the process of making slaves. Shar was so adept at the process that other nations brought their slaves to Shar to be trained and sold, receiving a portion of the sales in exchange. It was a very lucrative operation for all involved, save of course, the slaves themselves. Slaves came from war conquests, the debtor rolls, destitute parents who could no longer afford their children, and certain types of criminal behavior. Nearly every nation in the world engaged in slavery. Princess Orella's now lost kingdom had been one of the few exceptions. The walk through the streets was long yet the street was smooth under the women's bare feet. As they walked Orella attracted considerable attention. The attention only increased when a wind updraft briefly exposed the former princess from the neck down. To Orella, nothing, absolutely nothing was more mortifying then that moment. The women and their captors arrived at the blindingly white building. The turbaned woman spoke to a clerk at the door in her native tongue and produced a number of credit and half credit coins. They were granted entry to the building. Once inside Orella and the others were untied and their ropes unbound. Ringing the walls within the great open building were archers. The turbaned woman explained that on her signal an archer would shoot any slave she pointed to dead. "Obedience ALWAYS if you want to live." She said. Orella glanced at the surrounding bowmen. She had no doubt that the threat was a serious one. Next the turbaned woman removed the brief garments of all three captives. She then removed the chastity devices from Hanna and the princess. Orella never felt more naked. Ordered to keep silent they were led into a room that turned out to be a bath, Uniformed attendants led each woman away, each in a different direction. Orella wished to say her goodbyes to her companions but the attendant made a motion with her flail when Orella opened her mouth to speak. She was led to a pool where naked attendants wearing distinctive head wear began washing and massaging Orella. Despite the awfulness of her situation the princess felt pleasure and the expert ministrations of these women. After being washed head to toe, Orella was lead from the water and dried. Her hair was braided and she was compelled to lie on a board. Before Orella could react her arms and legs were spread wide and fastened in place. She could not move a muscle. Next she was lathered with some cream everywhere below her neck, the slight burning sensation revealed to Orella that the cream was a depilatory. Orella had been very proud of her raven haired quim. She liked how her hair protected her there like a winter coat. It had always been thick and luxurious and she would miss it dearly. The board was rotated and the back removed. The cream was applied to every inch of Orella's backside as well. After being returned right side up Orella was left spreadeagled for over fifteen minuets. Finally she was released helped to her feet and sent to stand in a shower until every trace of the cream was washed away. There were mirrored surfaces in the bath house. Orella was shocked at haw small and vulnerable she appeared to be without hair.She was led to a wing of the building above the door she was able to read in her own language "Virgins Only." Orella recognized some of the other languages above the door but most were an utter mystery to her. Once she was through the vestibule a large and stern looking attendant hastily measured Orella, and a new chastity device was slid about her loins. The princess surmised that the metal was the valuable and new stainless steel. The metal was very expensive and difficult to produce, if Shar could use it for a thing such as a chastity device they must be very rich indeed. at long last she was led to a small cell and locked in. For the first time the attendant leading her spoke. "Lucky for you that you are a virgin. Your quim and your ass will not be penetrated as part of your training but EVERY slave, male or female, old, or young, fat or slim virgin or whore will be expected to excel at giving oral pleasure to both males and females. Your training in those arts will begin tomorrow. If you are an apt pupil you will be ready for sale in two weeks. If you take longer to train then that you will be punished severely. Every day that you delay your sale through inattentiveness or inability costs us money. The more money you cost us the more you will be punished. In the end you WILL be trained and you WILL be sold. NOTHING that you can do will prevent that from happening. Your best course of action is to settle in and apply yourself diligently. Is that clear? " Orella nodded her head. "I can't hear you!" "Yes Ma'm." replied Orella dully. Orella's eyes took in her cell. There was just enough room for her to lie on the soft mat on the floor. There was a commode that doubled as a sink and nothing else. Orella was about to throw herself into a good cry when she heard someone approach. Another attendant was leading Hanna to cell just diagonal from Orella's own! The former princess remained silent while the attendant told Hanna the very same things she had told Orella, Even the threats were identical. Once the woman left Orella made her presence known to her former tutor. Hanna looked pinker than ever without her hair. Somehow she appeared even taller and skinnier. Hanna was also clad in a chastity belt but she also wore a collar around her neck with a word repeated in several languages. At last Orella was able to discern the word tutor, the two began talking. Captive Princess Ch. 01 I found you in a slave market, captured in a distant country during a time of war, your family slain and your Kingdom now taken, you had nothing except the pretty clothes you were wearing now, they were asking a fair price but when I saw you I knew I had to have you. Your tattered clothes reveal a luscious body, hidden but revealing, just the way clothes should, I spoke to the slave owner, we had recently made a very profitable trip to the east, I had more than enough money to buy you, we haggled then settled on a final price, in my view under value for one so beautiful, yet he tells me you are a virgin as well, this I will have to test. I have you delivered to my ship during the night, I am sat in my cabin with the pale lights gleaming, the flickering candles lighting my captains quarters, a large bed, a desk, several chairs, rugs, clothes, lamps in one corner of the room there are now a large pile of skins, almost made to form a nest, this is to be your bed. You are dragged into the room, still fighting, such passion, this will provide me with an interesting pastime over the slow weeks journey ahead. The two sailors holding you stand before me, I give them a wave with my hands and your clothes fall to the floor, ripped by the strong hands, "You won't be needing those my dear..." You stand before me, naked and trembling, trying to cover yourself with your hands, your proud composure still wavering. I move towards you and force my hand between your legs, inserting my finger inside you, "Dam, that slave merchant was right, she still is a virgin... now there's something you don't find very often..." "Strap her to the desk boys...." The two sailors drag you over to the desk, bending you face down the tie your hands to one side, your legs still touching the floor as you are bent over, I move up behind you and slowly wet my fingers, rubbing them over your soft pussy lips, I watch your body tremble trying to fight the sensations. I slowly rub my thumb over your clit and as I play with you I begin to speak. "Well princess, that is your name from now on, princess, you will answer to me when I call. From now on I am your captain, and you will call me either that or Master, nothing else." I rub my finger round inside your pussy, feeling your body reacting against your will, you slowly begin to get wet. "You will be my slave, doing whatever I wish, either willingly or unwillingly, you will never wear clothes again and are here only for my pleasure..." I add a second finger to the one inside of you, reaching with my other hand to squeeze your nipples... "If you ever think of resisting me then I will strap you out on deck and let the crew do what ever they want with you." I free my cock from my pants, rubbing the hard shaft against your pussy, I hear you moan in fear.... "If you do obey me then you will be well cared for, looked after for the rest of your life ... If you don't well, it will go badly for you." I send my cock ripping into you, you scream loudly as it rips through your maidenhead. I grip your hips holding my shaft deep inside you. "Now that is the only pain you will feel ever if you obey me, if your don't you will suffer more than you can imagine..." I give you a minute to get used to the length of my shaft buried deep within you, I slowly draw it back out, and gently begin fucking you. My hard shaft sliding in and out of your tight hole, your juices already coating you from my skillful fingers playing with you, my hands reaching round to stimulate you further. One hand reaches under to your clit, rubbing gently as my cock thrusts in and out of you, the other moving to your firm full breasts, squeezing the nipples and rolling them gently. I increase the tempo of my thrusts, sending them faster and deeper into your tight pussy, I can hear your breath coming in short sharp gasps, your body trembling as the passion builds within you, you try to resist but its pointless, how can you fight when you are tied, your body helpless before me, I pound my shaft in and out of you, feeling your body tense as your first ever climax washes over you... as your pussy clenches around my shaft I cry out, groaning loudly as I fill you with stream after stream of my hot cum. I lie on top of you, gasping as we both shudder in the afterglow of our respective climaxes. I slowly draw my shaft out of you, I untie you and carry your trembling body over to the furs in the corner, lying you gently in them ... "Now my princess I will leave you to ponder which way you want this to go, I will be back soon..." I slowly leave the room to get the ship underway, leaving you to your troubled thoughts. You huddle down in the furs, trying to hide, to escape your fate. You had spent the last few hours searching the cabin for any form of weapon to protect your self with, your poor slit aching from the hard work out given only a few hours before... You freeze as you hear footsteps coming down the wooden deck outside the cabin. You drag your clothes around you, pulling them close ... The door slowly creaks open and I walk back into the room. I walk in, staring at you huddles in the furs... "I see you are unwilling to do as your told slave, stand up now...." I watch as you ignore me, trying to wrap the rags of your clothes around you again.... "Now now, I guess you need another lesson in how to behave around your captain..." I open the door and shout, getting two sailors to enter the room. The slowly walk in, over to you and pick you up, stripping the rags off the carry you out onto the deck, bending you over a barrel they tie you to it, your legs spread and your face upraised. The first walks in front of you and glancing up at me, I nod, he reaches down and grips your breast, twisting the nipple, making you yelp, as you do he forces his shaft deep into your mouth, staring at you as his long shaft slides down your throat. You grunt as you feel a hard cock pressed against your sore pussy. You can just see a man behind you, rubbing his hard cock against your soft pussy lips; he slowly begins sinking his shaft deep inside you. You groan around the shaft in your mouth as you feel the shaft slowly spread your soft lips.... I hear you groan as he sinks his shaft into you, your cries muffled around his cock, they begin pumping in and out of your two holes, the grunts sounding in your ears as they use your body to pleasure themselves, you are beginning to accept your fate now ... surely begin just the captains girl and living a life of relative luxury would be better than being used by the crew... out of the corner of your eye you see the young cabin boy, barely 16 staring at you in almost pity. The man in front bucks his hips as he slowly begins spurting his cum into your mouth, groaning as he did.... pulling his shaft out of your mouth, the streams of cum slowly drip down over your chin. The man behind with his shaft sliding in and out of your wet hole groans as well, seeing the cum sliding down your chin from your mouth he groans as he begins spurting his cum deep into your pussy... gasping after stream after stream of cum fills you.... I watch your head drop in submission, knowing you have learnt your lesson ... "You boy," I get the cabin boy over ... "Untie her, warm some water and take her to my cabin where you will clean her and massage her till she is relaxed...." I stare down at your cum soaked body again, knowing the for now you are mine, and whilst in the future there may be more lessons for today I will have one myself later. Captive Princess Ch. 02 You are carried back to the cabin, laid gently on the furs ... you can feel the cum seeping from your aching pussy. The Cabin boy knocks on the door slowly and enters. He sees you lying there and pity flows across his face ... he comes towards you. You watch him come towards you, too exhausted at the moment to move. He slowly set the bucket of warm water next to you; picking a cloth he slowly bathes your weary bow, then sliding it down over your naked body. Sliding the cloth over your breasts. The rough material stimulating your breasts, your nipples becoming aroused ... You can feel your body beginning to respond to the stimulation, the experiences of the last hours beginning to excite your body. Your lusts have been awakened and you can see the boy is packing. You begin to wish you could take him now; you relax and let him slowly bathe you. His hands slowly stray down between your legs, his movements jerky and hesitant as he slowly begins to clean the dried cum off your pussy, at his gentle touches you can feel the arousal build within you.... As he slowly continues to wipe the cloth over your wet pussy you moan softly, reaching out to brush your hand over his trouser clad shaft. He jumps as your soft touches caress him, he groans slowly, kneeling alongside you on the furs, he looks scared, he shouldn't be doing this, you reach up and cupping his head pulled him to you, kissing him gently, your tongues playing as they meet. He slowly reached for you, his hand sliding down over your pussy, slowly dipping his fingers in, stimulating your aching pussy, making it feel good even over your aching body, it fired the lust, making your desire burn within you. You slowly reach into his trousers as his fingers continue to build the burning within you. You wrap your hand around the meat in his trousers, feeling its firmness and length grow in your hand, you slowly pull his trousers down as he leans down to suck on your firm breasts, feeling the nipples, pert and erect as his tongue flicks over them. He groans softly as he feels your soft hand gripping his cock... his trousers fall to the ground exposing his hard shaft that showed his desire for you. He groaned as he watched you slowly spread your legs, playing with your pussy, watching your juices flow. He quickly moved to between your legs, his hard shaft pressed against your soft pussy lips, in one movement he slowly began to slide his hard shaft into your burning pussy, feeling the passion grow, you cry out as his large hard shaft quickly fills you, splitting you open wide. You can feel him banging against the back of your pussy as he fills you so completely, you orgasm almost immediately, his long shaft rubbing over your clit as he penetrates all the way. You cry out in pleasure as this young boy brings you to climax again, his thrusting shaft slowly and deep, stimulating you in ways never before dreamed as he fills you over and over again, his hard shaft plunging into you, sliding through your warm tightness over and over again... As you cum for a third time around his pounding shaft your body flops onto the furs, shaking uncontrollably from this overload of pleasure. He cries out as he finally reaches his own peak in your perfect pussy. He thrusts in deep, beginning his long hard blasts of cum deep inside you, hot streams of his cum flooding from his shaft deep into your warm hole as he holds you to him moaning softly. The young cabin boy had just deposited his load inside you, you were shaking and shivering still coming down from your own climax. He slowly withdrew from you but your lusts were still burning inside you, you gasp as you hear the footsteps coming down the corridor towards you. The cabin boy looks around in panic as the door opens and I walk into the room, I see you lying down on the furs with cum slowly slipping from your pussy, the boy shaking in the corner.... you look happy and satisfied rather than you have been taken by force again, you are beginning to learn your place ... I look at the boy.... "She does not look clean yet, perhaps you should finish the job...." He looks at me surprised that he is not getting a beating.... then quickly moves to clean you again, the cloths cooler now but still soothing on your aching pussy as he slowly cleans you out again. I move towards you cupping your breasts as you moan, feeling my rough hands on your sensitive nipples.... deciding to test your compliance now I move to a chair and sit, undoing my pants and fishing my shaft out.... "Slave, come and worship my shaft.... it is your job and your life and your delight now...." You look at my shaft and I see the decision flick over your face as you decide that it is better for the easy life to do as I say, it means a comfortable and pleasurable existence for you ... You move over to me and slowly run your tongue over the length of my shaft ... feeling it grow as you play with it. I feel your hands cupping my balls as you slowly engulf my hard shaft with your hot mouth ... soon I am at my full hardness ... I groan ... it feels fantastic ... I can see the cabin boy stood behind you, his shaft growing as he watches you sucking on my shaft. I suddenly decide its time to push the boundaries with you again and continue your training.... I motion for the boy to lie on his back on the furs as I slide my shaft deeper into your mouth feeling the suction as you play with my shaft. I slowly pull myself out of you and tell you to go straddle the boy ... to take his hard shaft into your hot pussy my slave ... you look at me in confusion but after a moments hesitation you go and take the shaft deep into your pussy, groaning loudly as you begin to ride him, facing down on him... I move behind you, pressing you down till your breasts are squashed against the young boys chest ... I grab the water and slowly begin dribbling it over your back and your ass. Pulling your ass cheeks apart I press my hard shaft against the puckered opening.... I can't wait ... You cry out as my shaft begins to rip into you.... the pain is immense ... the water lubricating you as does your saliva on my shaft... the cabin boy thrusts deep inside you even as my shaft begins to bury itsself futher and deeper into you.... I groan feeling how tight you are and push my shaft even further into your ass, groaning as it clenches around my hard cock.... I push till I am buried upto the hilt in your ass.... groaning all the while.... The cabin boy below you is still pounding up into your pussy, you have never felt so full, a cock in your pussy and one in your ass, the mix of pleasure and pain all but overwhelming you ... I stay still letting you get used to the feeling before I begin to fuck your ass.... telling you to relax as I begin my thrusts, gently at first then harder and faster, in rhythm with the cabin boy.... Its turning all to pleasure now as I reach round to play with your nipples.... the cock in your pussy brushing your clit, making you scream as you cum for the first time ... the shafts in you moving back and forth, pounding in and out of your tight aching holes ... slamming in and out, your juices flowing all over, ploughing back and forth, ramming you hard... You cum again and again, screaming all the while as you are fucked and used for our combined pleasure.... finally the cabin boy succumbs again, pumping his hot cum into your pussy once more .... Whilst a few seconds later I fill your trembling body with stream after stream of my hot cum.... grunting as my jerky thrusts pump you full.... till finally I pull out, spraying your back with the last of my load.... I stagger to my feet and ordering the cabin boy to clean you once more and tend to you I dress and walk back up onto deck feeling satisfied... Captive Princess Pt. 02 Orella, and Hanna talked for a while more before being ordered to keep silent by passing guards. Orella did lie down upon the mat in her cell but barely slept. The prison was kept warm enough that she did not need a blanket but the young princess had never before slept unclothed. Also her mind was mired with wonder about what the morning would bring. To her considerable consternation, every time she glanced over at Hanna's cell, her former tutor was sleeping soundly and peacefully. Orella must have dozed off at some point because the morning bells of the slave processing building woke her. She rose up on her feet and made her way to the commode to do her morning business. Doing such a private thing in full view of total strangers was a humiliating experience but her bladder simply would not have it any other way. Clad in her chastity belt, Orella found that it was somewhat difficult for her to clean up after herself after her morning evacuation. She now understood one of the reasons that slaves were depilated. In short order a large, matronly guard appeared in the passageway between the cells. Her voice was deep and loud. "When the doors to your cells are opened you will fall in single file line and proceed through the doors at the end of the hallway. Once you enter the room you will be assigned a number and a seat. Because we have no idea of knowing how sophisticated any or all of you are there will be an introductory lecture into the art of giving oral pleasure. Yawning or laughing during the lecture will NOT be tolerated. Neither will gasps or squeals of displeasure. At the end of the lecture all of you will be given preliminary instruction and practical experience. In simple terms that may be clearer to you. By the end of the day you will all be given preliminary ratings on your abilities to suck cock and lick quim." The guard then repeated the instructions several more times in several different languages. Then, as one, the doors of the cells swung open. Orella hurried to a place just behind Hanna and prepared herself mentally to handle what ever awaited her beyond the doors. If Hannah could handle it then, Orella was sure, she could handle it as well. Suddenly acutely aware of her nudity, Orella blushed as she watch the narrow, flat rear end of Hanna as she walked ahead of her. She never realized before how much like a boy her tutor's body really was. As the slaves marched down the hall they were shadowed by stern looking women wielding nasty looking flails. Once they entered the room, Orella was pleased to be assigned a number just after Hanna. The two even got to sit next to each other in a room that resembled very much a lecture hall from home. Orella and her tutor had sometimes attended lectures at the university where Hanna's father taught. After everyone was seated a woman appeared from behind the curtain drawn across the front of the hall. The woman began speaking in a steady, authoritative voice, "Greetings slaves today is the first day of your new lives. Today you will begin the process of learning an essential for EVERY slave. All of you are virgins so some of you may never have seen a naked man before. That will change today, Not only will you be seeing a naked man you will be sucking his manhood. Later you will be licking the quims of your guards. The more sheltered you are the more difficult your training will be. Today will be the most difficult day of your training if you make it through today without crying or refusing an order then you will find the rest of your training a snap." "I will tell you now and this will be your ONLY warning. IF you cry or refuse an order you will receive three lashes from the nearest flail, Each subsequent refusal or crying episode results your punishment being doubled. Some of you will leave this room without a mark. Some of you will look like a tigers when the day concludes. Lets try and keep the tigers to a minimum." The woman's lecture was repeated in different languages by other women off to the side and then the curtains were drawn back Orella was shocked. Hanging on the wall were pictures documenting each stage of a man's arousal. There was something called an erection. The penultimate picture was of the engorged organ issuing a white fluid. Orella sat slack jawed as she heard the terms semen, fellatio and ejaculation. She had scarcely taken in this information when the pictures of male genitalia were replaced with those of women. The illustrations showed how to use one's tongue to stimulate a female and what parts of the quim to focus the most attention upon. Orella thought that she would be sick. When she took a look at Hanna, her former tutor appeared to be in rapt attention. She looked like she was attending a lecture on art or geography. After more than an hour of lectures, from a side door marched a string of the building's archers. Taking advantage of hooks and pegs provided for that purpose the men stripped off. Despite feelings of revulsion that the lecture had left with Orella, the former princess, could not help but notice that some of the penises were quite large and others were barely there at all. It was very confusing. A woman wearing a stainless steel collar, and therefore obviously a trained slave, was brought to the front of the room. She knelt on the pad provided and the lead archer approached her. The lecturer said, "Observe carefully slaves." Orella could not stifle a note of disgust as she saw the slave take the archer's now erect penis into her mouth and begin working with her lips and tongue. The three quick hits of the flail felt like hornet stings upon Orella's back then rapidly faded. Orella watched simultaneously appalled and fascinated as the slave preformed her task. At last the archer, who had been making sounds of pleasure, grunted and the slave closed her mouth tight around his penis. The instructor then said, "Observe class." The slave turned and faced the audience and opened her mouth. It was full of the archer's seed. "Now slave," stated the instructor, "demonstrate to the class what an obedient slave does with a mouth of her master's semen." To Orella's amazement and revulsion the slave closed her mouth, swallowed, and opened her mouth again to show that it was empty! "Very good slave, you may be dismissed." With that the collared slave exited the room. The instructor again addressed her charges, "Now it will be your turn class. When your number is called come to the front of the room and assume the position that the trained slave did. We will be working on your technique over the next two weeks so don't worry about that. Instead focus upon bringing your man to climax and swallowing his seed. Failure to swallow will result in severe punishment." Orella watched as one new slave after another preformed for the instructor and the rest of the class. All of them wore chastity belts like herself. Orella thought training must be much worse if your were an experienced female but then she thought that perhaps the virgins had it harder after all. Some of the new slaves seemed to have no trouble copying the experienced slave. Some cried and received the flail. The ones that spat out the seed the men deposited in their mouths were administered fifteen lashes with the flail and forced to preform the task again. Suddenly it was Hanna's turn, meaning that Orella was next! Orella watched as Hanna approached the front of the room with no hesitation at all. Hanna's archer was of medium height and his penis was of average size or at least what Orella had concluded was average size and began her assigned duty. The princess could not believe that it was her shy and sheltered tutor in front of the room. She seemed to finish her man off quickly and swallowed his seed with no difficulty at all. Hannah even received praise from the instructor! Orella's number was called, Orella's legs trembled as she stood up. It took all of her strength of will to force her feet to take her to the front of the room. Her archer was tall, broad chested, and blond. His handsome face smiled at the princess as she knelt before him. Orella was amazed at how fast he became erect, To Orella his penis seemed enormous. She looked up at the stern guard with her flail, and then tentatively touched the erect member with her tongue. The musky scent of his body reached Orella's nostrils. He did not taste badly at all. Gingerly and then with more vigor Orella began to preform fellatio. She had seen that the most effective students before her had maintained some sort of rhythm until the man ejaculated. Orella cleared her mind and thought of nothing except the steady beat of a repetitious song she knew and sliding her head backwards and forwards. Suddenly the archer emitted a delighted moan and Orella tasted his salty, bitter seed. Her first impulse was to gag but she overcame that and choked down the semen. In a daze Orella returned to her seat. A short while later the last of the virgin slaves finished her assignment and returned to her place. The instructor announced that there would be a ten minute break and then it would be time to, in the instructors words,"Begin the rudiments of cunnilingus." The slaves were led to a restroom where they were permitted to relieve themselves. When they returned to their seats Hanna leaned over to princess and said, "That wasn't so bad now was it?" Orella sighed and said "It was not what I expected. It was not totally unpleasant but I don't know if I could do that every day for the rest of my life, All of the archers obviously enjoyed themselves. I imagine if I were a man and I had a slave I would make them do that to me every day. I DON'T want to be a slave!" "Neither do I princess but that is what we are now. I didn't want to tell you this princess but it will probably be much harder for you to be a slave than me." "What do you mean?" asked Orella "You are beautiful, very beautiful." said Hanna, "You will be bought for pleasure. I am very plain, I will be bought for utility. I will be a tutor who SOMETIMES preforms fellatio or cunnilingus, You will be a slave who only SOMETIMES does NOT preform fellatio or cunnilingus and heaven help you when your chastity device is removed! My virginity is perhaps no great thing but yours ..." Orella looked at her former tutor and knew instantly that she had spoken the truth. Not for the first time in their relationship did Orella wish that Hanna were not so blunt and honest. The Instructor returned to the front of the class. Some guards snapped their flails to silence the class. The lecture that followed somehow disgusted Orella more than the first had. The term "female orgasm" was alien to her as was the idea of a woman pleasuring a woman. Orella did not catch herself in time and let out a rather loud sound of disgust, The six strikes from the flail were so painfully intense that she nearly broke down in tears. Finally she was able to focus her full attention on the lecture. Suddenly all of the guards in the room began undressing. "Slaves." the instructor said. "We have found that proper cunnilingus is best taught at the end of a flail. Guards will select the slave of her choice and she will instruct you as to how you are to pleasure her. Female masters are all unique, each one has a unique quim. Male masters can be pleased much more easily than female masters. You will also find that female masters are often jealous of you and will be abusive to you. On the other hand if you are skilled at pleasing them, female masters will love you more than their fathers, husbands, or sons." At once Orella was confronted by the appearance of a large and broad guard in front of her.Naked, she looked something like her former nurse Cordellia, only not as large. Orella felt the flail sting her back once and then she turned her face up to see the guard's thickly thatched mons. The hair was dark brown like that on the guard's head. The flail stung again and Orella opened her mouth and forced herself to place it against the guard's quim. For the next two hours Orella followed the guard's orders to the best of her abilities. The flail eventually stopped striking Orella's back and she witnessed her guard moan with pleasure. Finally Orella was permitted to stop The guard moved off and began redressing. Orella, her jaw nearly numb with tiredness and soreness,took a look around the lecture hall. She could tell that learning to pleasure women had been hard on most of her fellow slaves. Hanna was one of the few without at least a few stripes across her back. Soothing ointment was lathered upon every striped back and the slaves were led back to their cells. When she felt like talking again she caught Hanna's attention and said, "Hanna, if I AM to be a slave I hope that I am purchased by a bachelor!" Captive Princess Pt. 03 For Orella and Hanna the two weeks of their training seemed to pass quickly. Past the first day everything became easier. After the fourth class Orella was never again lashed with the flail. The former princess still did not like eating quim but it became continually easier and the guards became less confrontational and more gentle with each passing day. Orella and Hanna found that pleasing men was indeed easier but sometimes less satisfying. The men expected the same thing each time even though neither Hanna nor Orella had serviced the same archer twice. Both grew accustomed to the pungent taste of male ejaculate. On the other hand the female guards, while they circulated through all of the virgin slaves, definitely had favorites. Orella had attracted the attention of a tall strawberry blonde guard who was quite youthful and very pretty. For reasons she did not understand; Orella found that not only did she not mind servicing this guard, she actually began to enjoy it. It disappointed Orella to not even know her name. In the slave complex the controlling women were either attendant, instructor, or guard. Names were never used. The strawberry blonde called Orella, simply, slave and Orella called her guard. Orella and Hanna were also not permitted to use their given names within earshot of the guards or they were punished. As one guard put it. "You lost your name and identity when you were captured and your future masters will give you new names so it is best for all of you to forget your pasts. Thinking about yesterday and freedom only causes sadness and misery." Every three days the virgin slaves were led to the baths for a brief release from their chastity devices before they were bathed and depilated again and the objects were returned to their loins.In addition to being given classes in the art or oral pleasure the slaves were also given courses in how to properly greet a master, how to properly worship a master, and dealing with issues such as how to handle the wife or husband of your master. Hanna was also gone for long hours from her cell supplementing her education and being interviewed by agents for potential buyers. Teachers, and skilled tradespeople were the only slaves allowed to keep a semblance of their former lives. Although they had lost their freedom no one wanted to see them lose their talents as well. The skilled and professors and tutors rarely ended up as slaves. Most were captured as spoils of war or on raids. Why take your enemies sappers, for example, and turn them into laborers when the can become YOUR sappers? It was considered a status symbol among the very rich to own the teacher of your children or to have you own private stonemason. Hanna would be given a new name by her owner but in most respects her life would continue on the trajectory on which it had begun. A few days before their scheduled sale Hanna's simple collar identifying her as a tutor was removed. It would not be needed on the sales floor. Orella realized that she would miss Hanna deeply. They had been so close. Orella also wondered about her nurse Cordellia. Since entering the slave complex she had learned that women such as Cordellia were trained and sold very quickly. Orella said a prayer for her nurse every day but she wondered if her prayers were heard for she had plead for her freedom incessantly since her capture. But since the god of her people had allowed her father to die and, her country as well as her freedom to vanish, perhaps he no longer listened to her. She knew that her own education was at an end. It was illegal to teach pleasure slaves, which is what Orella would end up being, most things save, perhaps the new language of their masters as well as the customs and laws of the slave's new country. She was to be mostly silent except around other slaves or to boost the esteem of her master. Some masters enjoyed talking to their slaves and Orella prayed that she would be purchased by that kind of master. She loved to talk. The most difficult thing for her now, besides the obvious dreadfulness of being a slave in the first place was the current lectures she was receiving on intercourse. She had understood, dimly, that men and women (and sometimes men and men or women and women) would lie together to produce either a child or pleasure but the actual mechanism had been hidden from her. A male master and his female slave had been coming to the lecture hall for the past three days. Even though no one knew when (or even if) Orella's virginity would be forfeited, she had to know the positions and reactions expected of her when the time came. Orella could hardly believe that the female slave seemed to enjoy her master entering her in so many different ways and so many times. It reminded the former princess of rutting animals. Despite her prayers, the fourteenth day since she had entered the complex arrived. She and Hanna would be sold tomorrow and would never see each other again. Quietly, so as not to attract the attention of the guards, Orella and Hanna whispered to each other. They pledged their undying devotion to one another and Hanna said that if there were any way possible she would try to find Orella and would come to visit her. They blew kisses to each other and at last fell asleep. The morning bells woke the sleeping slaves. When the enormity of the day donned on some of the captives they began weeping but Orella had decided that since her god had abandoned her, she no longer had need of grief. What ever happened to her she would try to accept as best she could.The slaves were led to the baths where the attendants payed extra careful attention to them. After her bath and hair removal, Orella's ivory skin fairly glowed. Instead of the usual braids, a hairdresser came into the chamber to fix all of the slave's hair in very becoming ways. The virgins were informed that they would not be in chastity devices while being auctioned off, however, the devices would be placed back upon them once their sales were final. From a balcony, the virgin slaves watched the sale of what the guards called, "Mostly inferior stock." Skilled tradesfolk, tutors and virgins were sold last. Orella thought the process horrific even though she had been told exactly what it would entail. First to appear on the selling floor were the least desirable men. Orella was shocked. Some had been captured in war and lacked either an arm or a leg and sometimes both. They were naked and ugly.The guard supervising the virgins said men like this would be bought to do things such as operate factory levers for hours on end or tend fires at the incinerator. Orella felt pity for these men. The ones who were not war wounded were obviously weak and sickly. Most sold for only a few credits. With men such as these, Orella was led to understand, no one even bothered to train them. Gradually those occupying the selling floor became healthier and more numerous. At last it came time for the tradesmen and teachers to be sold. There was no effort to segregate these slaves by sex. Hanna mounted the stage between two men who had been shorn of body hair. The slave on her right was a naked engineer who appeared to be in his mid twenties and left was a surveyor who was clearly past thirty and paunchy. Orella felt happy to see Hanna this one last time. The former princess soon witnessed with her own eyes that the male slaves had been trained in many of the same ways as the female slaves when she witnessed a male slave preform fellatio on his purchaser. A bidding war erupted for Hanna. She had demonstrated in interviews that she as an excellent teacher. The fact that she was so youthful meant that she could be kept in the household for quite a long time and then rented to other households after her own pupils had come into adulthood. Finally Hanna was sold to a fat merchant from Paranas, a lovely country on the southern coast. Hanna knew the language and culture of the country well as her father had often taken her on vacation there. Next came the ritual of sale. Orella knew that Hanna would not make a mistake. Hanna's chastity belt was placed back on. She approached her new master, opened his pants and began fellating him. Her new master seemed pleased with Hanna's technique. After publicly swallowing his seed she rose to her feet and remained motionless as the stainless steel collar was fastened about her neck. Those tasks completed Hanna's new master presented her with clothing. The fact that the clothing was very fine signified the respect the new master had for his new slave. Finally the owner approached the auctioneer and the auctioneer announced Hanna's new name. "Presenting Alice, slave of Marco Trione of Paranas, tutor to Rachel and Diego." And with that The tutor once known as Hanna was led out of the hall by a man who now owned her Much of the money from her sale would go to the raiders who had captured her.The rest went back to the slave complex for expenses and for facilitating the sale Orella realized in a way that she hadn't before that she too would be property, a thing to be bought and sold, and object to be traded. She could have liens placed upon her as though she were real estate and could be seized to settle a debt. The importance of having a rich master was no small issue. The virgins were at last led to the selling floor. In groups of five they hit the stage. There was appreciative applause from the buyers sitting in the wealthy section. Orella felt small and vulnerable upon the stage. Her flawless complexion, long legs, flat tummy and large perky breasts attracted considerable attention as did her dark hair, her flashing eyes and her enchanting face. After a time the former princess stood alone upon the stage. Orella was astounded as her worth kept climbing. When the auctioneer at last yelled, "Sold!" Orella realized that she had passed the 10,000 credit mark! Orella was curious to see who her owner (what a hard word to accept) was. To her pleasant surprise a rather handsome man mounted the stage. He was tall but thin, with a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He wore clothes in a style that Orella was unfamiliar with. Dimly she was aware of her chastity belt being refastened about her hips. The key would be presented to her buyer (another strange word). Orella knelt as he approached. It took her a second to locate the catch on his pants but at last she liberated a long and broad penis and began to preform fellatio. By now this was so ingrained in her that she scarcely noted that she was preforming before a large crowd of onlookers.Sooner than she expected Orella felt his ejaculate enter her mouth. He tasted better than most men. Orella swallowed and stood. The collar was placed around her neck and, in a way she did not understand, fastened together. Orella's new master produced a simple white dress of a fabric similar to silk. He helped her put it on. Orella rather liked it. It fell to almost the floor but had a long slit up one leg the bodice plunged a bit, exposing an expanse of her bosom but not too much. To Orella's wonder it fit her very well. Her buyer now approached the Auctioneer and Orella heard. "Presenting Ivory, slave of Theodore Regin of Realto." "Realto," thought Orella who did not mind the name Ivory and would try to think of herself with the new name, "that is in the far west." It was all she could remember from her geography lessons.Theodore produced some lovely sandals and laced them up Ivory's charming legs himself. Ivory felt a tug on her arm and despite thinking that she should try and run away, allowed the man who now "owned" her to lead her out of the slave complex. Outside it was cloudy, Ivory realized that she had not seen the sky for more than two weeks. A well apportioned carriage arrived when Theodore raised his hand. He and a uniformed footman helped Ivory in, he followed. Inside it was lush with lavender silk upholstery After asking Ivory what her native tongue happened to be he began to converse with Ivory in her home language. His accent was not unpleasant upon her ears. "You are very beautiful and I have named you after the nature of your skin. I have purchased you but I will not be making full use of you just yet. We will see how trainable you are over the next six months. If you are not satisfactory after that time I am sure that, provided you are still untainted, I can get my money back for you. My name is Theodore Regin but you will address me ALWAYS as master. The journey to my country is quite long and will necessitate many stops. I am thirty years old. I would like to have several children but not for a few years, I am in the import business, sometimes my work involves foreign travel. If you are good, obedient and thoroughly compliant I may take on some of these trips I will provide you with a fine wardrobe and a lovely home." Ivory beamed. "Now for the bad news." He continued. "When not out in public you will be kept naked at all times, even when I have visitors in my home. I expect you to wake me in the morning by sucking my manhood. Your breakfast every morning will be my seed. I do not intend to use any violence against you but if you become slovenly or derelict in your duties I am not adverse to using the flail. I am usually a very giving lover. I enjoy being gentle and kind. I expect you to keep your womanhood hairless and there ARE occasions when I may need your charms to close a business deal or open a trade route." Her Master further explained his new slave's living situation. "I will hire a tutor to teach you the Realto language, eventually, we will converse with each other ONLY in Realto. I do enjoy a good conversation so I hope that you pick up my language quickly. If you are trainable, after six months I will have your maidenhead but I will also give you fine jewels. These you can wear at home against your naked skin." Ivory considered this. She liked the idea of a fine home and wardrobe and foreign travel but the idea of being kept naked at home had little appeal to her. "Perhaps, it will not be so bad." Ivory thought to herself. Her master fell silent at that moment so Ivory looked at the passing scenery. The carriage she was riding in really was the finest sort manufactured. It had glass windows and rode gently on a spring suspension. Her late lamented father had possessed a carriage very similar to this one. Ivory noted that they stayed on the main roads where highwaymen and raiders were not often found. Her master spoke again,"You will NOT mention your former life to me under any circumstances. You are a slave and whatever life you had before ended with your enslavement. You MAY speak of things you have learned that are useful for the slave of a rich men to know such as art or serious literature. Should you prove satisfactory, I will permit you to learn to write Realto as well as speak it. I am the sort of man who likes to leave love notes for you to find hidden about the house. You are the type of woman a man could fall deeply in love with." Her master's face drooped to meet hers and he kissed Ivory deeply. Ivory realized that this was the first time that she had been kissed upon the lips by a male who was not a relative. The strawberry blonde guard in the slave center had kissed Ivory afterwords and Hanna and she had sometimes played a game where her tutor pretended to be a man and they practiced kissing. All of that was pale shadows to the intensity and passion she felt now. "I have several servants." he began again. "Have no fear, being naked in front of them will soon be second nature to you. My house is always kept warm and you will not suffer any chills. Nudity for slaves while in their own homes or the homes of other masters is a Realto tradition. We find that it keeps slaves in their proper humility. If you are good I will hire you your own maid, she will be your friend and will attend to your needs and always ensure that you are kept presentable to me." The master then asked Ivory who her favorite artist was. As it happened the one Ivory mentioned was also one of her master's favorites. The two happily chatted for hours on the subject until they reached an inn and the carriage pulled off the road. "We will spend the night here. I hear that the food is good and the beds are soft." One of the footmen helped Ivory alight from the vehicle. The inn was rather large and the master led her directly to the dining room. Ivory realized that she was very hungry. "I will order for you. Tonight I will permit you to feed yourself, sometimes however I will reserve that privilege for myself." Master asked for a quiet table. He ordered a half glass of wine for Ivory, a large salad, and a bit of mutton. The food was divine and and Ivory cleared her plate. The wine was very potent however and even the half glass made Ivory feel a bit dizzy. At last the master paid the bill, took Ivory's hand and led her to the front desk to get a room. Master only asked for one room for himself and a billet for his footmen. Ivory realized that he intended to spend the night with her! The two of them and the master's satchel were led down a hall to a quiet room on the second floor.The master tipped the servant, sent him on his way, and locked the door behind him. Ivory recalled all the horror stories that her nurse had filled her head with. Stories about handsome foreign men, distant inns, and ruined reputations! But then Ivory got a hold of herself. She was a slave now, those stories were to scare single women and young princesses. Besides, did her master not say that he would keep her chaste for at least six months? Once the door was locked the master began unlacing Ivory's sandals and removed her dress. Her master gazed delightedly at his slave's nakedness and then instructed her to undress him. Ivory's hands trembled as she slowly removed her master's clothes. When he was naked Ivory realized that while he was thin, he was also well muscled with only a few wisps of hair on his chest. She also rather liked his height. Her master began kissing Ivory all over and, in one motion, swept her off her feet and carried her to the large bed. It was indeed very soft. Ivory delighted in the sensation of the master's tongue and lips nibbling her breasts and kissing her all over. No one had done this to her before and only the strawberry blonde guard had even tried anything even remotely like it, After pleasing Ivory for a while, master indicated what his slave was to do. Gently and slowly she sucked away at his manhood he came with a delighted moan and Ivory had no trouble swallowing every drop. The master snuggling around her and holding her close later was a new and not unpleasant sensation. A short while after her master fell asleep, Ivory drifted off. In the morning she awoke in her master's bed and the reality of her situation hit her anew. Her master insisted that his morning erection be taken care off before she would be permitted to rise from the bed.Ivory was beginning to realized how right Hanna had been. Ivory would be sucking a great deal of cock every day. Master helped Ivory attend to her morning toilet and washed her face and body himself. At last he produced another dress from his satchel as well as a new pair of woman's slippers. The master dressed his slave in the metallic green dress and led her to breakfast in the inn dining room. shortly thereafter they were on their way again. Ivory and her master rode through the beautiful Larah valley and both enjoyed eying the wonderful scenery. The master told Ivory that his home country of Realto had both mountains and beaches and was very pretty. At one point he produced a child's primer for learning the Realto language. It was a consonant heavy language and had vowel stresses. Ivory realized that she would have to pay very close attention to her future language teacher. At one point the master set Ivory down upon his lap and kissed her every kilometer of a long and boring crossing of a plain, For Ivory those kilometers were particularly heady. Captive Princess Pt. 03 After four days of travel Ivory and Theodore arrived in Realto. Each subsequent night that the two had shared a bed on their travels, Ivory's master became more attentive and loving. In a quiet moment Ivory allowed herself to become Orella again and considered that, under other circumstances, her late father would have welcomed a man like her master as a suitor for his daughter's hand. He was not a royal but he was wealthy and loving and that would have been enough to make her father very happy. Ivory allowed herself a moment's revelry and then caught sight of herself and her collar in a mirror. It tore at her. She would never be a bride or a wife, and she would never just be daddy's little girl anymore. It made her sad for a moment and then her master gently stroked her face in a loving gesture and the sadness faded a bit. At last they arrived as Theodore Regin's estate. It was at the foot of a vast snow capped mountain. The master informed Ivory that nearby was a pass through the mountains that led to plain of Sud and just beyond that was the warm Western Sea. He told Ivory that he often liked to visit the beach and that Ivory would likely treasure the place as much as he. The master's house was large and was surrounded by well tended land, there were stables and some out buildings. At the front door a uniformed butler and maid awaited, both seemed to be well into middle age.The master preceded Ivory out of the carriage and then helped her out himself. Ivory bowed as she was taught to do when meeting servants. Master introduced her as, "My slave Ivory." The butler was named Clarence and the maid Deena. The master took Ivory on a brief tour of the grounds and then they entered the main house. "I will have your clothing now Ivory. Only when you are scheduled to leave the house on a visit to town or a shopping trip or so forth may you wear clothing under my roof. There ARE some rather attractive, yet very scanty nighttime bedroom fashions that I do make exceptions for. One of the maids duties is to see that you do not hide your self under blankets or bathroom towels when I am absent from the premises. It is best for you to accept your nudity. However, when we shop, visit or travel, you shall have a wardrobe worthy of a countess." With that he effectively and rapidly stripped his slave. He then led her through a tour of the house. There was fine expensive art on the walls, a massive library and only the finest of furniture. There was a small office that the master said would be used to teach Ivory her language lessons. The bedroom she was to share with her master was enormous. In the closet that the master assigned to her were a few dresses and some lovely fur coats. "I do not know if the dresses will fit you. The coats I know will. They have been in my family for quite some time. You shall look ravishing in them when we visit the snowy mountains." By now the maid and butler had dinner ready. Ivory wished that she were invisible as she entered the lavish dining room but the maid and butler looked at her and treated her as though she were fully clothed. They were obviously very well trained thought Ivory. The meal was stupendous. far better than what they had eaten at the inns, Ivory was permitted to place a napkin across her lap but was still very careful with the hot soup. After dinner, the master led Ivory back to the bedroom and requested a blow job, Ivory knelt on the floor and complied. Before the two retired to bed, Theodore bathed Ivory very carefully, lovingly and expertly. He even nicely braided her hair for bed. He briefly removed the chastity belt and gently shaved away the stubble that had sprouted while they traveled. "Whenever practical I will be responsible for bathing you and preparing you for bed. I will also dress you when we go out. If I do hire a maid for you she will preform those duties ONLY when I can not. I will be keeping your womanhood smooth personally for now but eventually you will take the task over yourself. In the future, I will pick some day of my choosing as your birthday. On that day you will be permitted to begin to regrow your feminine thatch, a month after THAT day we have a shaving party. There are few things I enjoy more than baring a woman's sex." The master led Ivory to the huge mattress and compelled her to lie down. In a change of pace that surprised and delighted Ivory, her master gently yet expertly massaged every inch of her skin as she lay in the ever so comfortable bed. She was soon fast asleep. Just before Ivory entered dream land she thought to herself, "I certainly think that I can get used to this." Captive Princess Pt. 04 In the morning Ivory woke at the prodding of her master and applied herself to the task of sucking off his member. Ivory realized that she did not really mind performing fellatio. She DID wish that semen had a more pleasant taste, but, if she compared its taste to the taste of many of the medicines she had been compelled to consume as a child, it really was not so bad. Her master led her to the bathroom where he lovingly bathed Ivory head too toe and expertly did her hair. Ivory considered herself lucky indeed to have such a loving and giving master. "Thank you master for being so gentle with me and so kind to me." Ivory told him as he finished up shaving her legs. "You are easy to be kind to Ivory. However, you DO realize that there will be many demands made upon you? I will find a dress that fits you and we will be riding to the next estate. My boon companion Richard lives there with his wife and his slave. We will be visiting with him. You will be stripped once we enter his house. You will be expected to show proper protocol. You will service the master of the house, his wife, and lastly his slave. The job that you do is a reflection upon me. Some concessions will be granted because of your relative lack of experience but I warn you now. Do NOT disappoint me or make me look foolish in front of my best friend." Ivory noticed that when her master had said the last few sentences, an hard and quite frightening look came across his face and his eyes grew cold. Ivory knew instinctively that would be a VERY bad idea to anger her master. At breakfast, her master fed Ivory. He was very practiced at the skill and knew just exactly how much to feed his slave. They retired to the bedroom where the master found a lovely gingham dress that fit Ivory well, even if the skirt was far too short. He also found a pair of tall boots that were just ivory's size. They came up to just below her knees. Ivory reflected that, were she still a princess, the expanse of exposed leg between the hem of the dress to the tops of the boots, worn even in jest,would have drawn a strong rebuke from her nurse. Her master, Theodore Regin, however said that she looked "ravishing." Theodore led her to a small two seated carriage designed for brief excursions. Ivory thought it lovely. Ivory found herself snuggling under her master's arm as he drove the horse from the left seat. As they drove the master pointed out the limits of his estate and the outbuildings where his field hands stayed in season. Her master explained that in Realto, slaves were taxed heavily. The tax was high enough that all but the wealthiest of the wealthy owned more than a handful. Offhandedly the master mentioned that the tax on ivory herself had been considerable. Most of Theodore's servants were paid. Like just about every farmer, Theodore had almost no permanent field hands. Like his fellows, he relied upon migrant workers to tend his fields. It was currently between growing seasons so the small houses were unoccupied. In short order the duo arrived at the neighboring estate. Upon first impression Ivory decided that this house was a bit larger than her master's but that her master's was prettier. In the short time that Ivory had so far spent with her she had come to see that her master had excellent taste. The two approached the door and it opened as they approached. A uniform servant greeted them. "Good day Charles. This is my slave Ivory. Could you please announce us to your master." Immediately the two were led into a vast den. Ivory noticed a beautiful blonde woman in a lovely silk dress. Standing next to her was an equally beautiful red haired slave who was stark naked save for the steel collar about her neck. The two women appeared to be waiting patiently, almost as though they were at attention. The master of this house approached Ivory and Theodore. Ivory thought him even more handsome than her master. He was built more substantially and had a more comely face. He smiled at Ivory and eyed her as though her were seeing through her clothing. "Ted! So wonderful to see you," he said. "I see that your trip to Shar was not for naught." "Yes Richard. I told you that buying in person is so much better than going through an agent. It is worth the extra expense." At this point Ivory became completely lost because the language switched to Realto. Ivory did understand that she was to stand at attention and let Richard undress her. Ivory was not happy about it but she knew better than to object. With efficiency yet gentility. Richard swiftly denuded Ivory. Ivory was not wearing undergarments. He master led her to understand that underwear was not in fashion for women in Realto. At last Ivory stood clad only in her collar and chastity belt. Richard examined Ivory head to toe, even compelling her to open her mouth so that he could examine her teeth. He had an extended conversation with her master in their native tongue and then he lightly pressed upon Ivory's shoulders. Ivory understood what was being asked of her. She knelt and released Richard's penis from his pants. This penis was shorter than her master's but wider. Ivory did as she had been taught to do in the classroom and vigorously sucked and kissed Richard's penis. When he came Ivory caught nearly every drop. She rose to her feet and visibly swallowed the seed as her master applauded. Richard then took Ivory by the hand to where his wife and slave were waiting. He indicated that Ivory was to preform cunnilingus on both women. Tentatively, Ivory knelt before the clad woman, who eyed her leerily, as she hiked up her skirt. The blonde hair on her mons was closely cropped but full. Knowing that a good performance was important, Ivory tried to do the wife as she had done to the guards when they had praised her skills. The wife tasted very sweet, a fact that delighted Ivory. After scrupulous and diligent attention the wife orgasmed with a room filling moan. When Ivory looked up the woman was beaming at her. Next Ivory moved to the slave. The sensation of her bare sex was a novel one for Ivory, and, truth be told, an enjoyable one. Ivory found that the lack of hair actually made her job easier shortly thereafter the slave let out a rapid sequence of small moans. Both masters were applauding as the slave helped Ivory to her feet and planted a delighted kiss full on her lips. Ivory was gratified by the wide smile her master wore. It indicated that she had done well and would escape any punishment. Her master then spoke to her in her own language. "You have done well, Ivory. After Rebekah finishes servicing me.I am going to have a visit with Richard and Adele. You are free to spend time with his slave Rebekah until we are finished. We will be dining later" The lovely slave Rebekah then approached Ivory's master and began to perform fellatio on him. Ivory realized that this was standard protocol but she was still shocked. She also could not help but notice that the other slave was more talented than she. In short order Rebekah finished. Richard dismissed his slave and she smiled at ivory and approached her. Rebekah took Ivory's hand to lead her from the room. Rebekah gave Ivory a tour of the house and then led her to a small bedroom. The two conversed in pantomime for Rebekah spoke chiefly Realto and her second language was one that Ivory knew only a few words. Ivory came to understand that this room was Rebekah's when she was not servicing either husband or wife or when the married couple wanted some privacy. Ivory was taken by her fellow slave's beauty. Rebekah had fair skin that was still a bit darker than her own, and deep red, almost crimson hair. Rebekah's breasts were a bit smaller than her own but Ivory felt that the other girl had a better rump and better thighs. She reminded, Ivory, a bit, of the guard whose ministrations she had enjoyed in the slave training center. Rebekah made a motion of her mouth over Ivory's chastity belt. She indicated that she was sad because she could not preform cunnilingus on Ivory. The thought that She would be expected to receive cunnilingus from her fellow slaves surprised Ivory. But then when she thought about it, it became obvious that she should expect to be used in every way imaginable. She tried to indicate to Rebekah that she was flattered by the red haired slave's offer. Without a language with which to converse, Rebekah embraced Ivory and began kissing her. Ivory found to her surprise that she rather liked Rebekah's actions and she began kissing her back. The red haired slave kissed and caressed Ivory all over and Ivory soon found herself lost in the wonderful sensation of Rebekah's ministrations. Before Ivory realized what was happening she found herself licking Rebekah's quim with no hesitation whatsoever and was delighted when her fellow slave came again. To Ivory, Rebekha's release was an illicit kind of pleasure. She realized that as a slave, time spent with fellow slaves was to be cherished. Rebekah then wrapped herself about Ivory and rubbed her pelvis against her skin. Ivory was astonished when Rebekah came in this manner. Ivory had been taught about it while receiving instruction as a slave but had not understood the mechanism. For the next half hour of so Rebekah and Ivory kissed each other with great passion. Ivory discovered this pleasure was far greater than the childish games she had played with her tutor Hanna. At last the slaves were summoned by their respective owners. Rebekah made sure that her own hair and Ivory's were in order before they entered the main living room holding hands. Theodore smiled when he saw the two holding hands. He kissed Ivory and then all five people sat down to a light snack. Rebekah sat next to Ivory. When not eating Rebekah's hand stroked Ivory's thigh. With everyone conversing in Realto, Ivory simply focused upon eating. At last the meeting broke up and Theodore's friend Richard redressed Ivory. He kissed her deeply and indicated to ivory that she was to kiss his wife and slave farewell as well. Ivory did this with no qualms whatsoever. Her kiss of Rebekah was more passionate than either of the others however. As they rode home in their carriage Ivory's master spoke to her in her own language once more. "You have done well today slave. Richard is quite impressed with you. He is even a bit envious of me for owning you. Adele thinks that you are quote "a real cutie". If I find you satisfactory in six months there are times when I will share you with Richard. Perhaps for a week or two at a time you will stay at his house with he and Adele and Rebekah will stay with me at my house. There are also times where we may all live together and share the same beds. Richard told me that Rebekah said she is anxious to see your chastity belt come off; you must have really impressed her. She is very talented, perhaps you found that out today. Would you like that sort of arrangement and would you like to have Rebekah as your occasional girlfriend? " Theodore took a long look at his lovely slave. She could see the desire of his heart in his eyes and it was not hard for her to honestly reply. "Master. I like your friends a great deal and I would most definitely like having Rebekah as a girlfriend." Ivory's master smiled broadly and planted a kiss on her lips. Then he cropped the horse and sped for home. Captive Princess Pt. 05 The next morning Ivory was awakened by Theodore, her master and applied herself to preforming her morning blow job after which her Master helped her attend to her toilet and start her day. "In addition to this estate I own an import export business in the nearby town. I do quite well with it and it supplements my income from this place rather well. I will be going there after your tutor arrives." Said her master. "When your tutor arrives you will see to her needs and then you will apply yourself diligently to learning Realto. If I hear a bad report from your tutor I will spank you until you are sore. Two consecutive bad reports and you receive ten lashes from the flail." Ivory could not help but notice that when her master threatened her his face and eyes grew a hardness that frightened her, Ivory knew that she did not want to fail her Master to the point where he punished her. The next three quarters of an hour passed pleasantly however, Master Theodore fed Ivory her breakfast and cleaned her up after the two had finished dining. Master brought out a deck of cards. For a brief time Ivory and her Master played a simple card game, one that ivory and Hanna had played often. Master told her the Realto names for the game and the Realto words for the card suits. Clarence the butler entered with Ivory's tutor. The woman was diminutive and white haired. Master Theodore introduced her as tutor Denise Raline. Ivory bowed as she had been instructed and then approached her new tutor. She was on her knees and beneath the tutor's skirt moments later. Ivory knew that it was important to impress her tutor so she worked hard at the gray thatched quim. At last the tutor emitted a sound of pleasure and Ivory rose to her feet again. Master Theodore led the two to the small room he had set aside for ivory's lessons. The Realto alphabet lined the walls. It met the satisfaction of the tutor and then Ivory's master left to attend to his business in town. "Slave," began the tutor "If you do not work hard for me and apply yourself diligently to your studies I will see that your master has your hide on a regular basis. I am VERY demanding and VERY difficult to please. I am however a exceptional language teacher. It takes an apt pupil about two months to learn the rudiments of Realto, After that everything is vocabulary and remembering the pronunciation rules. If you take longer to teach then that I will ask for, and not doubt receive, permission to flog you myself. Now let us begin." For the next six hours with regular bathroom and reflection breaks Ivory applied herself to learning this new language. Tutor Denise was nothing like her old tutor Hanna. She had an imperious manner and was loathe to repeat herself. Still at the end of their time together, Ivory had memorized the pronunciation of the letters of the Realto alphabet and was stringing simple, if not yet grammatically correct, sentences together. Denise also gave her several phrases to greet her master with. Master Theodore smiled when he came home. He seemed very pleased when Ivory greeted him with a phrase she had learned and then preformed fellatio on him. Theodore then faced the tutor and asked for a report. "Your slave is bright enough but I think a good spanking will help her focus her mind even more keenly when we resume our studies. It will also ensure that she does her homework." Said tutor Denise. Ivory's mouth dropped open in shock. Surely, she thought, she had been a good and attentive pupil. Her master's face now wore a look ivory did not like in the least. Ivory was instructed to thank her tutor as she was led out of the room by the butler. Master Theodore turned and faced his slave. "You must receive your punishment now Ivory. Please do not try to beg for mercy or appeal your sentence, that will only make me angry and greatly prolong your punishment." The hard look on his face increased, alarming his slave. Theodore sat in a chair and had Ivory lie across his lap. Ivory bit her lip in fear and tried to stifle her tears as Master Theodore began to vigorously spank her. Theodore applied fifteen slaps to Ivory's buttocks, the slave began crying after the fifth blow. For Ivory it was as if she were a child again. It had been many years since anyone had punished her corporally. Her nurse Cordellia had been last to do it and that was long ago. Once her Master finished he had Ivory rise. "Ivory, my pet. I do NOT relish punishing you but I am a firm and demanding Master. It is my duty to see that you are properly trained and sufficiently obedient. To achieve those ends I will use whatever discipline is most effective. I trust that you will reflect upon this lesson and that it shall not have to be repeated." Theodore's features softened and then he said, "Let us now prepare for dinner. We will have a guest, greet them accordingly." To Ivory's surprise the dinner guest was a young woman about her own age. Her master greeted the woman by embracing and kissing her, two actions that surprised Ivory. The visitor was very beautiful with long dirty blonde hair and an attractive figure. Ivory was nearly overcome with jealously. The woman was clad in a fine, expensive dress that Ivory envied. Ivory disappeared under the woman's exquisite skirt and applied herself to the newcomer's quim. It did not take long for Ivory to get a favorable reaction. To her surprise, Ivory found that she could follow the subsequent conversation. The young woman asked what Ivory's native language was. The woman then began speaking it. "Darling Theodore, she is beyond beautiful. Richard told me how much you paid for her. I can see that was money well spent. With her looks you really should consider breeding her. My friend Agatha has a gorgeous stud. The two of them would make beautiful children indeed." Theodore, replied, "We have to see if she is trainable before we decide her future. I had not considered breeding her but that COULD be quite lucrative, especially if she bears a daughters who share her good looks." The woman then said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lisa. My brother is Richard whose estate you visited yesterday. I don't suppose that Theodore has told you about us. It really is not his job however. Theodore is my fiance. We are to be married next year. You will attend to my needs tonight and prepare me for bed. Theodore, myself and you will all share his bed. As we get to know each other you will find me quite pleasant. Obey me as you would Theodore. Its almost too bad that Theodore keeps you in chastity. You look quite tasty." With that the conversation returned to Realto and Ivory caught only a few words. The presence of Lisa floored Ivory. The slave had thought herself the only woman in her Master's life. What of the trips he promised? Why would he take a slave on trips if he would soon have a wife. And then ivory understood what her master had meant when he said that Ivory would seal deals and trade agreements! The fantasy Ivory had permitted herself of domestic bliss and a comfortable enslavement with Theodore vanished in a haze of sadness and confusion. For Ivory, most of the rest of the night passed in a mournful daze. While the three sat and ate dinner, Lisa and Theodore grilled Ivory on what she had learned from her tutor. Ivory's buttocks still stung but she could sit with only a bit of discomfort. Both her Master and her future Mistress complimented Ivory on being such a quick learner. At last it was time for bed. Clarence, the butler, had brought in Lisa's valise and set it up on a bureau in Theodore's room. At the proper time, Master Theodore prepared Ivory for bed and then it was time for the slave to prepare the guest for bed. Carefully, Ivory undressed Lisa and hung up her gorgeous dress. Naked the woman was beautiful, her body was very much like ivory's own. Lisa spoke gently to Ivory as the slave prepared her for bed. At one point Lisa took Ivory aside. "Ivory, I can tell by your body language and your mood that my existence and presence come as a shock to you. I should explain that it is considered unseemly for a Realto man to not marry. It is the obligation of every Realto male to produce at least two children and that requires a free woman for a spouse. Your children, Ivory, no matter how beautiful or intelligent they turn out to be, can never be more than owned property. All Realto women are accustomed to sharing their men with a slave. Some wives even purchase the slave for their husbands. Your looks will prove invaluable to my Theodore in his import business, for a slave, you will have a very nice life." The beautiful guest continued, "Adele, Richard and Rebekah are all quite taken with you. They look forward to seeing your period of chastity end. I will be using you as well but of course I will not be sharing Richard with you. You and Rebekah make the CUTEST couple, I'm sure that in time the two of you will have as much fun together as Adele and I do." Shortly thereafter it was time for bed. Master Theodore sat in a chair by the bedside and ordered Ivory to get in bed with Lisa. "Ivory," said Lisa, "Just relax and enjoy yourself, I am sure that I will enjoy that delicious body of yours. I can't get you off because of your chastity belt but I do know that you have a talented tongue." With that Lisa began kissing Ivory all over. Ivory felt the unpleasant tension f the last few hours begin to fade as her future Mistress explored her body with her lips and tongue. A short while later Ivory felt that it was a completely natural thing as she preformed cunnilingus on Lisa. So intent was Ivory preforming this task that she did not notice Lisa and Theodore holding hands and kissing. After Lisa came several times Master Theodore entered the bed and Ivory preformed fellatio on him while Lisa watched. Once Ivory had swallowed the fiance's seed , Lisa complimented Ivory on her abilities. Lisa then snuggled close to Theodore and stroked and kissed him until he was erect once again. To Ivory's shock, Master Theodore and Lisa then loudly made love to each other. Ivory had never been so close to a copulating couple before. At first the sight of them together filled her with jealously with a hint of revulsion. But as the two progressed through orgasm and post coital cuddling Ivory realized that she longed to be touched in the same way by her Master. For the first time since she had been enslaved Ivory wanted to have intercourse. Everyone then prepared to sleep. Ivory drifted off a short time later and had to conclude that lying between Lisa and her Master was a very enjoyable experience indeed. The next morning Ivory awoke and attended to Theodore's erection. While Ivory worked at fellatio, Lisa gently stroked her back and praised her in both Realto and Ivory's native language. A short time later all were gathered around a table eating breakfast. Theodore allowed Ivory to feed herself. Ivory was informed that her class with her tutor Denise would be only three hours today. Once it was over, Lisa promised to take Ivory to town to purchase a suitable wardrobe for the slave. "Dearest Theodore has informed that he wants only the finest clothes for you. He has given me his purse and quite a bit of money to spend. I am sure we will enjoy shopping for clothes. I will take great delight in making you look your best. When my Theodore uses you in his business transactions I want his customers to fall in love with you and want more and more of you." Said Lisa. A short time later Master Theodore headed to town and Lisa and Ivory practiced Realto while awaiting the arrival of the language tutor. Once Denise arrived, Ivory found her language class easier. The tutor seemed kinder as well. She praised Ivory when the class was over and told Lisa to give Master Theodore a good report. Lisa then dressed a very happy Ivory in one of her spare dresses and the two mounted a carriage for the ride to town. It was Ivory's first real view of the town. Lisa pointed out Mater Theodore's shop as they passed. It struck Ivory that the shop radiated taste and quality, like everything else her master owned. As the two of them rode, Ivory confided in Lisa the entire story of her past. She mentioned her life as a princess, her father and family, her capture and her former tutor Hanna. Lisa listened sympathetically and replied, "Ivory, I know that you have a past but it is best that you forget it. Thinking about what you were will only interfere with who you are now and what you will be in the future." The lovely young woman then took the equally lovely slave's hand and said, "Ivory, I find it flattering that you can confide in me but l am not your friend. One day very soon I will be one of your owners. I am interested you primarily as property. I do think, for example, that Theodore could reap quite a windfall by breeding you. I want to see Theodore do as well as he possibly can because I like fine clothes and the trappings of wealth. I care about your education and health and good looks because of your service to my fiance and because you will be invaluable to him in business. When you lie with one of Theodore's clients you help his bottom line and that helps ME live the kind of life I like. I also enjoy being pleased in bed by both men and women. You are not my rival for Theodore's affections, you are an adjunct to our mutual sex lives. Realto is a very open nation." Lisa paused and looked deeply at Ivory. Once She realized that the slave had fully understood her words, she said. "Now lets find you some dresses that will make Theodore, and therefore nearly all of his clients as well, want to desire you." Captive Princess Pt. 06 When Ivory and Lisa returned home, Master Theodore had been home from work for quite a while. Lisa has Ivory put on a fashion show for her master and Theodore applauded loudly and ardently. He was more than satisfied with the selections his fiancee had made. But the fashion fest was over far too soon for Ivory and she was naked and sucking cock once more. "I would really appreciate it, Theodore if you were to take her out of chastity." Said Lisa. "I would imagine that she tastes divine. I know that I enjoy kissing the lips of her mouth, I am sure that I would enjoy her other lips as well. She we will make excellent companion to both of us. Had I done the choosing of your slave I could not have done better myself." "I understand dearest." Replied Theodore, "But we must give her time to at least learn the language. It is not enough that she simply bed my clients she need to flatter them and praise them and Realto is the language I work in most often. Who wants a slave you can't talk to? I know that some men like that but I have business considerations." The three of them then set down to an excellent dinner prepared by the maid, Deena. While they ate the master and his fiancee gave the slave some idiomatic phrases to memorize and try to use properly. After dinner Lisa had Ivory giver her a bath and a massage. Later Lisa praised Ivory's talented tongue as she came with great passion.. Lisa turned in early in a guest room and Ivory had her master all to herself that evening. She was really beginning to covet the touch of her Master. Her Master massaged Ivory briefly but thoroughly, in thanks for her service to Lisa. After preforming fellatio upon her master and swallowing his seed, the master embraced Ivory and kissed her for a long time. The next morning, Ivory work at her master's prodding and applied herself to his morning erection. Once she had finished. Master Theodore announced. "After your language lesson, my friend Richard, his wife Adele and their slave Rebekah are coming over for dinner. They are spending the night. I expect you to service all three once they enter this house. You will also be responsible for stripping Rebekah of her clothing. At some part of the day Richard and I will be sharing Adele. Ordinarily Lisa would be part of that sharing but since Lisa is Richard's sister you and Rebekah will be left under the charge of Lisa during that time. I better not receive a bad report from her!" Ivory was excited that she would see Rebekah again, she really liked the beautiful red haired slave. Ivory realized that she was beginning to feel something like affection for Lisa as well. She did envy the intimacy that the blonde haired woman shared with her Master but she realized her presence was something she simply had to accept. Master and slave rose from the bed and prepared for the day. Ivory felt wonderful as she luxuriated in the tub while her master bathed her. He prepared her hair in quite a delightful style. Ivory's revelry was broken a bit by the arrival of Lisa. Ivory had to bathe and dress the beautiful blonde girl. Ivory wished that she could get dressed as well. She still was a bit uncomfortable with her own nudity. After breakfast, Master Theodore left for his business and Lisa discussed plans for the dinner with the maid and butler Ivory found her tiny teacher a bit more gentle that afternoon and the lesson much easier. She was gaining some mastery over the complicated pronunciation rules for Realto. For Ivory it was as though a small light went on, she realized that the rest of the language was just within her grasp. By the time her teacher left Ivory was actually looking forward to her next lesson. Her teacher was so pleased that she kissed Ivory before she left and encouraged her to do her homework. Once the teacher left Lisa took Ivory aside and the two of them spent a while rubbing moisturizer into each others skin and preparing for the return of Master Theodore and shortly thereafter the guests. Master Theodore was quite pleased when Lisa informed him of the good report from Ivory's language teacher. His smile only increased when Ivory greeted him with a complicated phrase in his native tongue. Ivory prepared to welcome Theodore home with a blow job but her Master stopped her. "I would prefer you be fresh when Richard Adele and Rebekah arrive. I am very proud of your applying yourself to your lessons. One more good report and I shall buy you some jewelry." Shortly thereafter the butler led in Richard, his wife and his slave. Rebekah looked radiant in a white sheath dress that complimented her skin tone marvelously. As instructed Ivory preformed fellatio on Richard and cunnilingus on Adele. Next she rose, approached Rebekah and gently removed the dress and sandals. Being careful and gentle with the fabric, she hung it up in a closet. Ivory then set to work on Rebekah's tasty, hairless pussy. Ivory was actually proud of herself when she heard the sweet moan of the slave. Next it was Rebekah's turn to service Theodore and Lisa and Ivory. Ivory noticed that Rebekah was faster at the task than she herself was but that the pleasure given the recipients seemed just as intense. Finally Rebekah approached Ivory. With ivory still in chastity, Rebekah obviously could not preform cunnilingus on her so she kissed ivory all over and then rubbed against her until she herself orgasmed. They all then sat down to dinner. Everyone asked Ivory how her Realto lessons were going. Most of the time everyone spoke in simple short sentences so that Ivory could mostly follow along. Ivory was delighted to be a part of the conversation. Rebekah sat next to her and kept one hand on Ivory's thigh. Every time Ivory got a sentence correct, she gave Ivory's thigh a gentle squeeze, Ivory really liked the feeling of the slim girls hand on her leg. Finally dinner was over and Ivory waited to be led by Master Theodore and Lisa. Theodore took her hand and gave it to Richard. The handsome neighbor looked deeply into Ivory's eyes and then bent to kiss her. Ivory realized that Richard was stronger and broader than Theodore it felt good to be encircled in his arms. As led, Ivory preformed fellatio on Richard once more and swallowed his seed. Ivory thought that she would never get used to swallowing cum but at the same time all men tasted slightly different. Richard was just a bit less bitter than her Master. She and Rebekah shared the bed with Theodore and Richard while Adele and Lisa watched. As things progressed, Adele stroked Ivory's back and whispered sweetly in her ear. As Adele did this Lisa did the same for Rebekah as she serviced Theodore. After each man came they held and stroked the women until their equipment was able to function again. Ivory then watched enthralled as her master lubricated Rebekah's asshole and entered her. Ivory had seen and been instructed about anal sex when she had undergone slave training but never had she been so close to its actual performance. Richard let Ivory watch Rebekah and Theodore as she serviced him. Ivory was fascinated that Rebekah seemed to enjoy this as much as when she was entered vaginally. Ivory realized that one day soon her Master would do the same thing to her. She thought some more and realized that she would be given to men who were essentially strangers and they would do that to her. Master Theodore had made clear that she would be a part of his business transactions. Not for the first time since her enslavement, ivory thought about her past life as a princess. Once again she cursed the raiders who had captured her. A short while later Lisa led the slaves from the room as Adele stripped off her clothes and slid between the two best friends. In one of the guest rooms Lisa had Rebekah and Ivory snuggle in the bed. Ivory delighted that she could actually converse with the pale red haired slave. It was so much better than the simple pantomime of the past. Lisa stripped off her clothes and went to the dresser. Out of a drawer she produced something Ivory had never seen before. It was a dual headed phallus. Ivory's jaw dropped as she watched her Master's fiancee lubricate the object and then slid one end into her blonde pussy. The other end entered Rebekah. Ivory watched enthralled as Lisa fucked Rebekah as if she were a man. Rebekah really seemed to respond to Lisa's entreaties. For the sheltered former princess it was a revelation. Ivory noticed that at length both women had orgasms. Ivory looked at her chastity belt and tugged on it. Ivory realized that if Rebekah and Lisa and Adele liked to be entered then intercourse was not something to be feared but embraced. She decided that, when she had a quiet moment, she would ask her Master to take her out of chastity. Ivory realized that it was the last thing she still owned that she had possessed as a princess but that keeping it was now no great great thing. It may have meant something when she was a princess and it was a prize to give to the prince or king that she married, but such an event was never going to occur. A short time later, Ivory reveled in the wonderful closeness and supreme softness of Rebekah and Lisa as she laid between them. Both kissed her head to toe and gently caressed her. The kisses they shared were deep and wonderful. Eventually, after all had reached a wonderful state of glorious exhaustion, the six adults were relaxing over mulled wine before a roaring fire in the hearth. They all talked for quite a while. The butler Clarence and the maid Deena rotated through the room with hors d'oeuvres. When it came time for bed Ivory found herself in the same bed as Richard and Adele. Leisurely and over many hours Ivory serviced both husband and wife before all fell into delighted slumber. In the morning Ivory serviced Richard and later Richard prepared Ivory for the start of her day. Ivory enjoyed Richard's gentle touch as he bathed and shaved her. Richard seemed to have a gentility that was greater than her own Master Theodore's. Ivory decided that Richard was also most definitely more handsome. At breakfast all of the adults shared smiles and memories of the previous night. Breakfast was quite tasty. At about two in the afternoon Adele, Richard and Rebekah exited Master Theodore's house. A short time later Theodore left as well to tend to a late shipment arriving at his business. He ordinarily did not begin on this day or so late in the day but this was an especially important shipment. Later Ivory was braiding Lisa's hair when she asked Her how she should best ask Theodore to remove her chastity belt. "That is a big step Ivory. Are you sure you want this? There is no going back." Said Lisa. "I realize that, Lisa but I want to fully participate in making love to you, Rebekah and my Master." Said Ivory. "You DO realized that you will be bedding other people as well?. Theodore will give you to all kinds of strange men and women, sometimes for days at a time. He purchased you as an adjunct to his business. I won't lie to you Ivory, even if you do not enjoy the sex that you will be subjected to, you will have to act as though you enjoy it. You will have to praise and flatter these men and women." Ivory sighed deeply and replied, "I realize that but this is my lot in life. What purpose does my maidenhead serve me now? Master Theodore paid a great deal for me. I may as well start earning my keep." Lisa turned to face Ivory, rose and embraced her. After kissing the slave deeply Lisa said. "We will talk to Theodore together when he comes home. I'm sure he will listen to both of us." The two were waiting by the door when Master Theodore arrived back home. Ivory started to kneel before her master but Lisa told her to stop. "I've got this one Ivory." Lisa then knelt as though she was a slave and serviced a delighted Theodore. After finishing her task Lisa stood up, embraced her fiance, looked intently in his eyes and announced, "Ivory and I have a favor to ask of you." Lisa then led Theodore to a comfortable chair with Ivory following closely upon her heels. Over the next hour the two women made their case for Ivory being rid of her chastity belt. For every objection Theodore raised one or both of them had a rebuttal ready. In the end Theodore realized that he was outnumbered and for him to have peace in in his home he had to accede to their wishes. He raised on final objection. "But her language education..." Ivory responded with the most complex sentence in Realto she had ever attempted. The stunned look on her master's face confirmed that she had gotten it right. "Alright, I know when I am beaten. I shall remove Ivory's belt tomorrow. HOWEVER, it would not set a good example if I were the first person to lie with her. I will have Richard take her virginity. Otherwise she may make an emotional attachment to me that might get in the way of my business needs. Make no mistake ivory, I will use you often in every way imaginable. While I DO have a fondness for you. I DO NOT and will never love you. You are my property. Lisa is the love of my life. So long as you understand and respect the difference I will treat you very well and give you an excellent life for a slave. If you begin to fancy yourself as anything more than my slave and possession, I WILL sell you to a harsh master! Is that clear?" Ivory faced her Master Theodore. The hard look of his eyes that frightened Ivory was quite obvious as he had uttered the last few sentences. She realized that she would have to keep a tight rein upon her emotions. Ivory nodded soberly and answered, "Yes Master, I understand." Lisa clapped and kissed both Theodore and Ivory. "Thank you Theodore. I will keep Ivory in line if I see her getting too attached to you or myself." Lisa then got a delighted look upon her face and said, "Sometime soon may I take Ivory to visit my friend Agatha?" "She's the one with the male slave Isn't she?" "Yes. Agatha and I would have a very enjoyable time watching them serve each other. I think it would be important for Ivory to learn the protocol for dealing with a male slave." Theodore thought for a moment and said, "Next month is soon enough, Ivory should be thoroughly fucked before she encounters a stud. Now I must have a message sent to Richard so that we can set up tomorrow's encounter." A few hours later, Master Theodore had Lisa and Ivory sit down while he explained how things were going to transpire. "Ivory, I want tomorrow to be very much like most of your future nights serving in my business will be like. Lisa will pick out the outfit you will wear. In Realto the rule on mandatory slave nudity is not enforced in stores and restaurants. We will meet Richard at a place where I often take clients. During the meal you will praise Richard and be solicitous of him. Once the meal is over I will turn you over to Richard and he will take you to a room for the evening. He will have complete authority over you and you WILL obey his every order. In the morning Richard will return you to me." "Your life after tomorrow will be like that on many days Ivory," continued Theodore. "Even during your monthly. You will not during those days have to offer your pussy to my clients but your ass is fair game and my clients can expect as much oral pleasure as they demand. The only thing they are NOT permitted is to strike, injure or threaten you. If that occurs do not hesitate to tell me. Some men enjoy taking liberties with slaves that they are not permitted, particularly susceptible are slaves new to slavery. Striking or intimidating another person's slave is a crime in Realto and can result in massive fines or jail time. Slaves are very valuable and should be protected from violence and intimidation." It was late in the evening before Master Theodore had finished instructing Ivory on her the protocol and behavior required. At last Ivory snuggled between Lisa and Theodore in bed. In a switch, both Theodore and Lisa tended to Ivory, gently licking and massaging her body until she was asleep. In the morning Master Theodore was particularly tender towards Ivory. He lovingly bathed and shaved her and a last removed Ivory's chastity belt. Ivory gazed at herself in the full length mirror. Her fair skin contrasted sharply with the brilliant silver of her collar. Her long legs met at a delightful hairless crotch and her large breasts and long arms and narrow waist, made her look very beautiful indeed. Ivory allowed herself to imagine a very different fate for the last time. She decided that she would never think of herself as a princess anymore but rather as Master Theodore's pride and joy. It was a big step down in the world but not an unbearable one. For Ivory, the day passed slowly, despite applying herself to her language lesson. Her teacher was so pleased with the progress that her pupil had made that she kissed ivory and stroked her all over at the lesson's conclusion. The diminutive Denise Raline left a good report with Lisa and Clarence, the butler, before she made her way home. Ivory was very proud that her lessons today had been almost entirely in Realto. Theodore had instructed Lisa to have Ivory ready to go out when he and Richard arrived home. Lisa reveled in the task. She carefully went through the many articles of clothing she had purchased for the slave. Eventually she came up with an outfit she was sure was a winner. First Lisa had Ivory don a pair of black Thigh high stockings with a garter to hold them up. Over this she was given a gold silk skirt that stopped a few centimeters above her knee. Topping things off was a skintight white blouse with built in bra cups. For Ivory's feet Lisa selected a pair of highly polished, ankle high boots. Everything looked wonderful beneath her silver steel collar and Lisa applied just the lightest touch of makeup to bring out the slave's eyes and lips. Ivory was stunned when she looked in the mirror. She could hardly wait until her master and Richard came home. Lisa explained what would happen later that evening in minute detail. Ivory found herself paying closer attention to Lisa than she had while being trained in a classroom. Ivory was a bit disconcerted when her master's fiancee informed her that her first sexual encounter was likely to be painful but the pain was quickly replaced with pleasure after a few sessions of intercourse and that Richard was likely to use her several times the first night in the inn. Ivory was excited despite her foreboding about potential pain. Ivory had been shielded from pain her entire life before she had been enslaved. Those old fears were sometimes hard to suppress. Theodore arrived back home from work in the company of Richard. Ivory gazed with pleasure at Richard. He was dark like her master but broader and more finely muscled. His face was very handsome and he was a bit taller than Theodore. Part of Ivory was grateful that her master had entrusted the loss of her virginity to Richard. Ivory realized that her master could have plunged her directly into business use. Under those circumstances her first encounter might have been with a fat homely merchant of the sort who had bought her friend Hannah. After selecting a light jacket for Ivory, Master Theodore informed his slave that she was only permitted to speak Realto this night and the trio left for town. Richard held Ivory close as they rode in Master Theodore's carriage the few kilometers to town and on to one of the finer inns in town. Ivory turned heads when she entered the dining room of the inn. The three talked and dined. Ivory fumbled for words only occasionally. Ivory had really enjoyed herself by the time dessert arrived. Finally it was time to retire. For Ivory, this was her last chance to delay her deflowering. A deep and secret part of her soul was begging the rest of her to entreat Master Theodore to restore her chastity belt and keep her locked up for several more months at least. Ivory successfully suppressed that voice. She allowed herself to be led, a man on each arm to the front desk. A brief dispute broke out between Richard and Master Theodore. Theodore had reached for his wallet but Richard would not let him pay for the room with his own funds. The two boon companions were again in harmony once Richard won the argument and paid for the room with his own funds. Master Theodore had a last word for his slave before she was led off. Captive Princess Pt. 06 "Ivory, There are times when you will be asked to service both myself AND my customer. That will not happen tonight because I want your first experience to be as positive as possible. Obey Richard tonight as you would me. I will return for the two of you around noon tomorrow. If I hear any bad report from Richard, if you show the slightest hesitation or reluctance I WILL punish you severely tomorrow." Then as quickly as the frightening hardness had come into his eyes, the master's countenance brightened and he said, "But I do not thing that will occur." With that Master Theodore, kissed Ivory full on the lips for quite a while. Ivory noted that this kiss was by far the most romantic and gentle he had so far given her. Master Theodore placed Ivory's hand in Richard's and then turned and exited the building. Ivory watched him go until he heard Richard's voice. "Ivory, follow me I know the way to our room for the evening." In silence the two strode down the hallway to the room whose number matched that of the key in Richard's hand. Ivory was a mix of panic, curiosity, and fear as Richard opened the door and escorted her in. Richard embraced ivory and kissed her deeply but gently for quite some time. Then Ivory heard a simple, "It is time." as Richard removed her jacket. He had Ivory sit on the bed so that her polished boots could be removed. As led Ivory stood and Richard removed her skirt. Gently he opened her blouse, planting kisses on each centimeter of skin as it was bared. Richard really liked the stockings and garter and made no move to remove them. With her trepidation beginning to retreat Ivory undressed Richard. He really was a very handsome man. Ivory made a move to preform fellatio upon Richard but Richard instead Swept her off her feet and placed her between the sheets of the bed. He was upon her like a tender shadow, after kissing Ivory all over he began to work upon her sex with his tongue. Suddenly Ivory realized why the women she had serviced always seemed so delighted with her ministrations. She felt Richard gently bite down upon her clitoris. She had never felt so good! Ivory's first orgasm caught her completely off guard. Richard watched delighted as her body shivered and she emitted one of the most intoxicating sounds of pleasure he had ever heard. Richard could not wait until he could fully share Ivory with his slave Rebekah, his wife Adele and himself. Fully aroused Richard slid his sizable member into Ivory' slick slit. For Ivory there was a moment of extreme pain as her hymen ruptured and her narrow channel expanded for the first time to admit a penis, but the pain soon passed to be replaced with with a kind of pleasure. Ivory realized that she could grow quite fond of this activity. Richard withdrew for a brief moment to coat his penis with lubricant before entering Ivory anew. Ivory found this second entry more pleasurable and was startled when the warm feeling spread through her loins again and she had a second orgasm. Richard came deep inside her. Ivory was not worried about pregnancy because Master Theodore had been feeding her Tavrow root since her first days with him. Mixed with other food it was tasteless. The drug however prevented pregnancy in virtually every case. It was required by the Realto government. Like everything else regarding slavery in Realto, slave breeding was strictly regulated. It was not hard to actually obtain permission to breed slaves but an pregnant slave who dis not possess a license would cost her owner thousands of dollars in fines. With that fear out of her mind Ivory completely relaxed under Richard's ministrations. Richard held Ivory close post coitus and talked to her gently. Ivory remembered what was expected of her and began to praise Richard using all of the complementary Realto words she had learned. At length Richard manhood was fully re-engorged. He then told Ivory that it was time to surrender her "second virginity." All of Ivory's trepidation came back as Richard rolled her on her belly and began to lubricate her asshole. Sliding into her with incredible slowness, millimeter by millimeter Richard at last had sunk all of his manhood into Ivory. Ivory did not know what to think as she felt Richard's phallus gently enter and then slide in and out of her posterior. Part of her considered this perverse yet there was an undeniable pleasure as well. However, Ivory seriously doubted that she could take to this form of intercourse with as much pleasure as Rebekah did. Still it was nothing like the horror of her imagination. With time she felt that she could enjoy this as well. She felt Richard come deep inside her and begin to soften. Richard praised Ivory greatly and stroked and massaged her until she fell asleep. Richard's touch was so relaxing that Ivory did not even mind the fact that she was sleeping right on the spot of wetness left on the sheets from their escapades. Richard was utterly delighted with the broad smile on Ivory's face as she drifted off to dream land. His report to his best friend would be very praiseworthy indeed. Captive Princess Pt. 07 The next Morning Richard was tender to Ivory when they both awoke. Ivory applied herself to Richard's morning erection. Afterwards, Richard was very solicitous of Ivory and helped her prepare for the day and redress. Ivory realized that there was a tenderness about Richard that her Master Theodore could not match. Although Ivory realized that she DID have a great deal of affection for her Master. After all he had intended that the loss of her virginity be a wonderful and memorable experience and it surely was. If that was not a loving gesture on his part, nothing was. Richard and Ivory dined after rising and Richard told her that she had been a superlative slave and had done exceptionally well. He kissed her deeply and told her, "There is no doubt that I envy, Theodore his possession of you." Once Theodore returned to the inn, he took Richard aside and spoke to him at length while Ivory was entertained by the innkeeper's wife. As they drove home, Ivory could not help but noticed her Master Theodore seemed very happy and pleased indeed. When the trio returned home Ivory prepared to undress when she noticed a note addressed to her attached to her wardrobe door. It was written in simple Realto and Ivory could easily follow the text. She read. "Dearest Ivory, Shortly after I purchased you I promised you love notes. These are the kind of 'love' notes I will be leaving you. I have no doubt that my friend Richard will give a fine report about you. Every time you perform well I will honor you with a note. I feel a great deal of affection for you Ivory. You are a very special and wonderful woman. In some ways it is sad that you are a slave but neither I nor even the state have the power to free you. I have no doubt that I will come to treasure you as my most valuable possession. You are a rare beauty and have a fine temperament. We will have many good times ahead. You are not only an adjunct to my business you are an asset to my life as well as Lisa's life. Your wonders and charms are nearly innumerable. With as much 'love' as a master is permitted a slave I am yours, Sincerely, Theodore" Ivory was moved nearly to tears by her Master's note. She had no idea, but had always hoped, that he was capable of caring for her so deeply. Ivory was then summoned to early dinner. About the table, Theodore and Lisa were all smiles. Ivory took a different view of Lisa now. Once she viewed her as an interloper on the happiness she imagined between herself and Master Theodore, now she sincerely welcomed her presence. Ivory wondered what making love to her would be like now that Ivory's hated chastity belt had been removed. Ivory imagined that Lisa had a very talented tongue on he shaven pussy. The prospect of cunnilingus from her Master and Richard's slave Rebekah also filled her with delight. Ivory realized that in a very real sense she was a new person. Sitting naked with her Master and his fiance she realized that she now shared the secret that had been kept from her entire life. As a sheltered princess she had been kept ignorant of all matters sexual, Ivory now realized that providing her with a tutor even more sheltered than herself was part of a campaign to keep her in darkness. What would she have been on her wedding night had she never been captured? Her ignorance and fear would have made her essentially useless to a virile young prince. Full of fear and recrimination she would never have been able to properly attend to his bedroom needs. In a revelation, Ivory realized why so many of the married female royals in her country seemed to become instantly sad after they married and no wonder the royal men in her former country were reputed to consort with low women, women even lower than slaves! For the first time ever Ivory was thankful for her enslavement. Well NOT thankful that she was a slave but very grateful for all that she had learned since her capture. Dinner was divine. After a scrumptious meal which was obviously meant as a celebration. Theodore announced that he was gifting Ivory to Lisa for the night. "I will sleep alone tonight. It is important for Ivory to learn that while I am her Master I am also like any other man. My first lie with her should be special but more business-like. Make no mistake I will take delight in Ivory and use her often but while she is fresh I can make her times especially memorable, making her a much happier and more satisfied slave and therefore of even better use to my business needs. It is also a great gift to bestow upon my betrothed, a female slave who has never known the complete fullness of a woman's touch." Lisa was deeply moved by her fiancee's presentation of Ivory. It demonstrated what a giving and loving man he really was, not only to the woman he loved but also his slave. Both women looked at Theodore and then into each other's eyes. Both women saw anticipation and hunger in the eye of the other. Despite enormous temptation both slave and fiance did not rush through their dessert. Allowing proper time to pass, Lisa at last rose from the table and took Ivory's hand. The two practically skipped to Lisa's bedroom. Once the door had closed behind them the women embraced and kissed for many moments before Ivory, slowly, yet deliberately, began to denude Lisa just as Richard had done to her the night before at the inn. Everything seemed to come so naturally to Ivory. The slave steered the fiance towards the bed. Once Lisa was upon it Ivory worked her lips and teeth over every inch of her body. But then Lisa was doing the same for Ivory and the blonde woman's tongue reached the juncture of Ivory's legs. Lisa gently yet steadily went to work on Ivory's clitoris. Ivory realized that it was just as she imagined, every tongue and set of lips was unique! Lisa was actually a bit more attentive and skilled than Richard was. Before long Ivory was in the happy land of orgasm. Ivory silently hoped that every future mouth her pussy encountered would be as talented as Lisa's. For many hours the women exchanged orgasms kisses and strokes before falling into exhausted sleep in each other's arms. They both woke in the morning arm in arm to find Theodore in a chair at the foot of the bed. Evidently he had been watching then for quite sometime. He was grinning broadly. His erection was obvious under his robe. Lisa spoke first, "Darling! Oh we must look a fright, our hair ..." "Both of you look ravishing." Said Theodore as he cut off his fiance's objections. "In fact I have never seen two more beautiful women. I take it the two of you enjoyed yourselves?" He asked with a sardonic grin across his features. Lisa smiled and affirmative, Ivory made a motion as though she were going to relieve Theodore's erection but Lisa ordered her to be still. Looking intently at the slave she announced. "Ivory, I am taking some authority here. Your services will not be needed today." Lisa left the bed and knelt before her fiancee. "As a thank you to my future husband for such a wonderful gift I am his slave for the day. I shall spend the day naked and act as though I have a collar about my neck. Theodore is to use me any way he sees fit as often as he sees fit. As for you Ivory, put some clothes on and walk about the grounds or read in the library. You are not to come near Theodore or myself until after midnight." With that Lisa looked at her future husband and said "Any objections darling?" Theodore allowed his robe to fall open and said, "Not a single one dearest." Ivory saw Lisa spring to work on her Master's erection, realizing the astonishing nature of the gift Lisa was about to give to Theodore she quietly made her way out of the room and set about her morning toilet. She still felt an incredible glow from last night Theodore had to be one of the most giving Masters in all of Realto. Thinking about him and Lisa, Ivory began stroking herself as she had seen other women do. Her first foray into masturbation utterly delighted her. She made her way to her Master's empty bedroom. It was many hours later before she had need to put clothing on. Ivory saw nothing of her Master or Lisa for the rest of the day. Both ate in their room. The butler and maid seemed surprised to find Ivory wearing clothes but said nothing about the matter. Ivory was the only attendant at breakfast lunch and dinner. From time time orgasmic sounds emanated from the bedroom. Part of Ivory was disappointed that she was not sharing in the pleasure. Ivory eventually ended up practicing her Realto with the maid and reading some basic readers in the library. She was actually hungry to learn more about the language. Theodore had decided that she was learning well enough on her own, that the language teacher's visits were trimmed to a single day a week to mostly work on pronunciation and various obscure tense forms. Ivory felt comfortable speaking it but she often missed the familiar language of her former nation. With no sign of the other residents of the house by 1:00 A.M. Ivory decide to turn in in her master's bed. For the first time since she could remember she had a day that mostly consisted of boredom. Lisa woke Ivory gently the next morning with a strong kiss. Ivory was beyond startled when Lisa's robe briefly fell open and Ivory noticed that the lovely blonde thatch of Lisa's sex was missing. Lina was as hairless as a slave. Ivory knew that it was a humiliation for Realto women to have their pussy's shaved. When it occurred because of medical necessity, such as childbirth, it was acceptable but to allow a lover to shave it off meant that you loved the man a great deal indeed. The only time it was acceptable for a Realto woman to shave herself was during war time. It was tradition that if you had a lover at the front, you made him a gift of your pubic hair and mailed it to him. But Realto had not known war for nearly half a century. Lisa caught what Ivory had learned and said "I was happy to surrender it to Theodore. I won't care one fig what other women think of me. They obviously don't love their men as much as I love mine." After a moment Lisa said, "I will treasure the moments of our first encounter for the rest of my life. I could not possibly thank Theodore enough. By the way, he sent me to tell you that he is planning on taking you tonight. He wants me to dress you as though it were one of a business rendezvous even though you will not be leaving the house. Despite her anticipation Ivory felt as though the day fairly creeped along until Lisa began the process of preparing Ivory for her night with destiny. The outfit she chose was a tight purple dress with a plunging neckline, thigh high boots and white stockings and accompanying garter belt. The butler made a special dinner for two and Lisa excused herself to visit her brother's estate. Theodore sang Ivory's praises as she ate. Ivory was bowled over by his words particularly when he said, "Ivory, you are my slave but part of me is enslaved by you." When bed time came Theodore gently undressed Ivory. Even though both had seen each other naked many times tonight still seemed special. Ivory made the gestures indicating that she was about to serve her master in the way a slave was trained but Theodore said. "No Ivory, tonight I will serve you. There will come many times when you will serve me and other people but tonight I want you to relax and enjoy me. Ivory did just as her her Master had instructed. Theodore was gentle, kind and enthusiastic in bed. Both Ivory and Theodore concluded after their tryst that it was indeed something special. The next several weeks were quite heady for Ivory. She was very nervous the first time that Theodore had used her professionally but it soon became routine. No two encounters were the same but they all began the same way. In an inn, Master Theodore negotiated with his client over a particular shipment for either import or export. The price of the goods was ALWAYS negotiable. Ivory figured as a sort of price lever. Merchants from outside of Realto often wanted nothing more than a comely, willing, and submissive lass as part of a night on the town. Wives and girlfriends need never find out, depending upon how skilled and how lovely the lass in question was could vary the final price of the material by quite a considerable amount. Merchants from within Realto would not alter prices as radically but Ivory served as a good will gesture. She signified that Theodore was dealing fairly with his clients. Local merchants wanted a beautiful slave to pamper them and appeal to their manhood. A beautiful slave guaranteed repeat business and their promise in turn to send future contacts and rumors Theodore's way. Before Ivory, Theodore had tried to survive upon his good name and handshake deals, it was like chasing phantoms. He did modestly well despite this handicap. His first few weeks with Ivory however brought her more money than he had ever seen. Word of Ivory's beauty and talents had won Theodore a whole new clientele. Theodore was careful to use her sparingly to boost her value and desirability. He also did not want to wear his prize slave down or turn her into a common whore. Clients were dazzled by Ivory but relatively few got to spend the night with her. Ivory was so captivating and so naturally gifted in the art of flattery that men were happy just having her for a dining partner. Every male and female client wanted more of Ivory no matter the situation in which they first met her. For Ivory it was not that different from practicing the puffery and flattery she had been taught as skills essential to being a princess. She had a way of looking at older men that delighted their hearts and had them tripping all over their tongues. Flirting with these men was actually fun. Older men reminded her of her father's circle of friends. By the time Ivory was twelve she could have any of those men melt like butter in her hands Rewarding one with a simple kiss could net her Master a few hundred dollars off his bill. Younger men tended to want more. Ivory cold still charm them but most needed a good blow job or two to see things Theodore's way. The times she had been compelled to spend the night were all memorable in various ways. There was a large man covered in thick hair who reminded Ivory of a bear straight out of the forest. There was a slim woman who insisted upon total control in bed, a middle aged man so skinny that Ivory thought that he would break apart once he entered her. The most challenging had been a father and son. The son had accompanied his father on his first business trip with his father and had fallen in love with Ivory the moment he saw her. The father simply would not take no for an answer and presented Theodore with a veritable fortune and waved all import fees if Ivory would lie with his son and make him a man. The father accompanied his son to Ivory's room because he wanted his money's worth for his son. Ivory at first felt intimidated with the father present. The father was large and hideously ugly. The son by contrast was small and handsome. Ivory chose to ignore the ogreish father and concentrated on the son. She encouraged the boy to undress her and then she slowly unwrapped the boy. His first experience with fellatio caused him to cry out with joy. Taking a very long time Ivory at last relieved the boy of his virginity. For good measure she took him a second time. The ugly father was quite impressed with Ivory and thanked her thoroughly. The boy told Ivory repeatedly that he loved her. Ivory was flattered and amused. The situation reminded her of her former tutor Hannah. She recalled that Hannah had been purchased by a merchant as tutor to two children. Had she deflowered her young charges yet? Was she serving her master in the same ways Ivory served Theodore? With sadness, Ivory realized that she would probably never know the answer to those questions. A week long holiday neared and Master Theodore would not need Ivory for some time. Lisa asked if she could bring Ivory along on her scheduled trip to visit her friend Agatha. As it happened Theodore would be spending the off days doing inventory as well as preparing for the upcoming planting season so he would have no time for either his fiance or his slave. Theodore gave his blessing and Lisa excitedly informed Ivory that she could go. Excitedly the women packed and Lisa informed Ivory that, "Agatha is a wonderful friend and he has a male slave who is simply gorgeous!" Captive Princess Pt. 08 Lisa and Ivory had an uneventful ride to next town to meet Agatha. Ivory loved the lavish dress Lisa had clad her in and the carriage was quite comfortable. As they rode Lisa told Ivory Agatha's story. "Agatha is a young widow. Her husband was killed in an unfortunate accident. Her husband was a nice man, I served in her wedding. Agatha was sad for quite some time as She missed Donald a great deal. But as her husband's only heir, Agatha inherited a fortune. Legally she is under no compulsion to marry again. Agatha does not want children, at least right now. As an independent woman of means she can indulge herself. Missing male companionship but having no desire to marry any time soon, she bought Jeremy." "Jeremy is SO handsome and He seems to adore Agatha. His cock is enormous and men look so attractive hairless. I adore Theodore but part of me envies What Agatha has. I would love to be able to order a man about and make sure that he takes care of all of my needs before he was permitted release. Male pleasure slaves are a novelty in Realto. Most of our country's male slaves are assigned to heavy labor and military support. Too many men are threatened by male slaves to let their wives buy one and most independent women do not have the means that Agatha does. The tax on slaves is very high and to not use Jeremy for anything other than pleasure is nothing short of scandalous! Oh do I love having Agatha for a friend. I can't wait to see the two of you go at it!" Before long the carriage pulled up before a large, handsome home. A smartly dressed butler strode up to the carriage and helped the lovely young women exit. Inside the home stood a beautiful brunette woman and a dashingly handsome dark haired male. Ivory's blood ran cold, she recognized the man! He was Doak, a Lieutenant in the cadre of soldiers that had helped her escape the enemy troops from her father's castle. Ivory knew that all her guards had been killed or enslaved. She never dream that she would see one again,. Certainly not under these conditions. Doak recognized Ivory as well but both immediately wiped the looks of recognition off their faces. To their mutual good fortune, Lisa and Agatha were rapt in conversation with each other, so neither noticed that the slaves familiarity. Presently Agatha said, "Where are your manners, Jeremy? Undress Ivory and welcome her, Then welcome Lisa." The former guard approached his former charge, Ivory nodded her assent. She tried to convey with her eyes that what Jeremy was about to do met with her approval. Both understood that they had to keep each others secret. Jeremy's hands had a slight tremble as he reached for the fastener on Ivory's dress. Truth be told the guard had often fantasied about what the princess looked liked under all her finery, but never could he imagine a situation like this, where he would be stripping her with her approval. The fact that both were now slaves did not alter Doak's emotions at all For the former princess, it was an equally strange event. She eyed Doak, now called Jeremy. She remembered him as one of her more attentive, and if she was honest with herself, one of her more handsome guards. She scarcely recognized the lieutenant without his uniform. However not even the collar he wore could diminish the pride and military manner with which he walked and moved. Ivory had to concede that naked Doak really was a fine specimen. Thickly muscled, he had dark curly hair which Agatha had allowed to grow out. His dark eyes were large and sensitive. It was doubly strange seeing his hairless body. Agatha had not seen a shaven male since her slave training days and never had sh been so close to one. Ivory decided that she liked it. She especially enjoyed looking upon his shaven sex, to her eyes it looked so much better without all that hair in the way. Ivory noted that his organ was now erect, Doak was very well endowed indeed. In moments, Ivory's spectacular naked body was revealed. Jeremy had to catch his breath as he gazed upon her porcelain skin, astonishing areolas, and long brown curly hair. Jeremy had had dreams where the naked princess came to him but those were like finger paintings compared to a masterpiece. Not even his most fertile imagination compared to the naked glory of the woman who was once Princess Orella. In sheer bliss, Jeremy dropped to his knees and began dining on Ivory's succulent womanhood. Never before this moment had he been happier. Never before that moment was he content to be a slave. Aroused as she had never been before, Ivory found herself coming more rapidly than she ever had before. Jeremy was extremely tender and amazingly talented. Agatha and Lisa applauded once Ivory came. "Wonderful, Jeremy, now she that you are as attentive to Lisa and myself." Said Agatha Sadly, Jeremy abandoned Ivory and disappeared under Lisa's skirt. The lovely blonde woman was soon moaning. Jeremy was so turned on sexually that he applied himself to his task with vigor. He applied the same diligence to his Mistress. When he finished Agatha said, "Jeremy, you have out done yourself. If I didn't know better i would swear that you are sweet on fair Ivory here." "Lisa, I see why your Theodore is so taken with Ivory. I may have to try her out later but first, after tea, I want to see my Jeremy screw her. I use Jeremy so often that I've never had a chance to see him work as an observer. Jeremy, please escort Ivory and Lisa into the parlor." A few moments later the four sat about a table sipping tea while Agatha and Lisa exchanged pleasantries. Under the table, Jeremy's foot found the inside of Ivory's thigh. Ivory smiled sweetly across the table and savored the feel of his flesh on hers. Ivory was looking forward to being taken by her former guard. In her days as a princess, she and her tutor Hannah had each compiled lists of which of the royal guards was most handsome. Doak, now Jeremy, had topped both of their lists. Ivory would have flirted with him then had she been even a bit more wise in the ways of the world. Once again she cursed the ignorance about all things sexual she had been kept in. Ivory allowed herself to imagine a past that never was. A day when she would have found some excuse to dismiss all of her guards save Doak and use the opportunity to seduce him. But the revelry passed and Ivory sadly tugged on her collar. Even though the tea was laced with honey, at that moment it slid bitter down her throat. After tea Agatha led Lisa and on a tour of her large home. Jeremy held both the hands of Lisa and Ivory as the tour progressed. His erection simply would not fade, drawing comment from both Lisa and his owner. Agatha played a bit of music on the spinet in her music room and then the tour progressed to Agatha's lavishly appointed bedroom. Lisa and Agatha placed chairs at the foot of the bed and Agatha said. "I see the way Ivory excites you Jeremy. Because I am a kind and beneficent owner, I will be kind to you. I want you lead Ivory to the bed and have as much fun as you possibly can. Ivory that goes for you as well." It was all the encouragement the two needed. Jeremy was aggressive yet gentle. Ivory's enthusiasm matched his. She took delight in licking and sucking his shaven sack and gently teased his penis as her preformed fellatio upon her former guard. Jeremy reciprocated and set to work on Ivory's quim. He found the pearl of her clitoris and gently bit down upon it. Ivory came several times before Jeremy entered her. Their intercourse ended with almost simultaneous orgasms and the two fell exhausted into each others arms. "Bravo Jeremy! Bravo!" Said Agatha once the session was over. "Once you recover I want you to repeat that performance with Lisa. Lisa and Ivory will be staying overnight. If you are a very good boy Jeremy, Ivory will be your bedmate. Lisa and I are planning on getting intimate and I think that should just be the two of us. If you are a bad boy, Jeremy and DON'T please Lisa sufficiently, you are spending the night alone." When the time came Jeremy poured his soul into serving Lisa, He followed all of Lisa's orders and took her with as much passion as he could muster. Because he so desperately wanted to spend the nigh with Ivory he practically willed Lisa to orgasm after orgasm. In the end Lisa was so thoroughly spent that she had difficulty gaining her feet at the end of their session. "You have outdone yourself, my pet." Said Agatha. "You and Ivory can have the bedroom off of mine, but remain alert, Lisa or myself may decide that we want one or both of you to join our festivities." After dinner and Agatha and Lisa put on a recital with Lisa singing beautifully to Lisa's gifted keyboard playing. In response to one of Ivory's questions Lisa confided that she and Agatha had met in finishing school. They had been roommates and later lovers but both wanted the security of marriage to a man. Same sex marriages were not unknown in Realto but they were usually financially unsustainable. It helped that both women liked men as much as they liked each other. Agatha, in a profound moment of honesty, admitted that aside from a few female slaves, Lisa was the only woman she had ever been with. "What we have, Agatha," Lisa said "Is very passionate and wonderful but you know very well that we get on each others nerves after a few days. Unless we screw a man regularly you KNOW the two of us would be at each others throats." Agatha laughed and said. "So true Lisa, so true. I need Jeremy to keep me sane and focused. A slave is so much better than a husband. A husband wants to rule. I prefer to be the ruler." Jeremy was beside himself with joy as he helped Ivory make up the bed in the narrow side room. Once the two were alone they began conversing, just above a whisper, in their native tongue. "Princess, I thought that I would never see you again! On behalf of my men forgive us for not properly protecting you." Lieutenant Doak, You and your men have nothing to be ashamed of. I know that you fought to the best of your abilities. Although you are now a slave, I am very grateful that you are alive" "Princess, please forgive the indignities I have taken with your person." Ivory laughed and said. "I think we both took "indignities" with each other, Lieutenant. To be honest I have wanted to have what happened happen for a long time. Yes, even back when you were guarding me." "I'm so glad to hear that." said the man who was now Jeremy as he embraced Ivory and kissed her deeply. That evening Ivory gave herself to Jeremy with a fullness she never had before. She felt sated and complete after sex like never before. Not even her best times with Theodore or Richard compared to this day with Jeremy. Ivory wished that she could lie in his arms forever. The next day was wonderful for Ivory. Agatha and Lisa were really enjoying each others company and making up for lost time. Agatha ordered Jeremy to make sure that all of Ivory's needs were seen to. Both could not be happier. The two were careful to not reveal their secret as they savored the time they were given. To Ivory's and Jeremy's delight they spent a second night making love. At the start of their third day Agatha announced that she and Lisa had an announcement for the slaves. "Ivory, Jeremy, Lisa and I have made a decision. Lisa thinks that Jeremy would be a fine stud to impregnate Ivory. I think it would be a good idea as well. The portion of the money I would get from the sale of Ivory's child could offset some of the expense I laid out to purchase him. I have a feeling that allowing him to become fertile and used as stud regularly could be quite lucrative. It will take all of us to convince Theodore however, so we four will be journeying later today to Theodore's estate. If we leave by noon we should be there by nightfall." Ivory and Jeremy gazed at each other mouths agape. Both were excited by the possibility of regular intercourse. Ivory DID want to be a mother but she was frightened by the phrase "sale of Ivory's child." The slaves assisted Lisa and Agatha in getting dressed and then Jeremy Dressed Ivory. Lastly Ivory dressed Jeremy. She marveled at the feel of his muscles as she slid on his shirt. She absolutely adored the feel of his shaven legs and privates as she helped him into his pantaloons. Dressing Jeremy was a very good thing she thought. As they rode the carriage towards Theodore's estate Lisa explained the breeding process to the slaves. Normally, Theodore would be required to pay a stud fee but I believe that Agatha will waive that. The two of you will be allowed to become fertile and a breeding specialist will monitor your couplings to ensure that there are no wasted matings. Once you are pregnant Ivory, you will continue working for Theodore in his business until you are six months or so along. After that you will be permitted to rest for several months. Once the midwife delivers your child it is yours for two years. I imagine Theodore will hire a wet nurse so that you can get back to working for him as quickly as possible. As age two your child will be optioned to a slave training school. When it reaches majority it will be auctioned and Theodore and Agatha will each get forty percent of the sale price with twenty percent going to the training school. If it is a girl and shares your amazing looks Ivory, she will sell for a VERY high price. Both Agatha and I think that Jeremy and you will make very lovely children indeed. Why every two years..." Ivory stopped listening at that point. The prospect of perpetual slavery for her future children saddened her greatly. Ivory wanted Jeremy's child but she wanted that child to be fee! The rest of the ride back to Theodore's Ivory remained downcast. Only the sly smiles of Jeremy eased her mood. It was past dark when the four arrived at Theodore's estate. Ivory thought it strange that no dogs barked to announce their arrival. Lisa and Agatha were too wrapped up in conversation to notice. Lisa DID think it strange that Clarence the butler was not at the door as they pulled up, but oblivious the four stormed into the darkened house. "Theodore must have turned in early." said Lisa as she held the door for the other three. She followed them "Freeze!" came the command in an accented voice. The lights went on and the four were greeted by the leveled weapons of soldiers! It took Ivory a moment, and Jeremy less time to recognize the uniforms as those of the elite commandos of Ivory's home country. The four entrants were surrounded and all raised their hands. "The leader of the commandos spoke next "Princess Orella! We have spent many months tracking you down. There has been a great deal of change back home, Olaf of Red Wall has assumed the throne and he will settle for no one other than yourself as his queen. In his own words, "Only with a queen will our country be complete"." The captain then paused and said "Doak? Is that you?" "Yes it is Captain. Forgive me being out of uniform." Ivory knew Olaf of Red Wall well. He was positively ancient, far older even than her father. She had always viewed him paternally but the prospect of being queen made even the superannuated Olaf attractive. "Your majesty, we must leave immediately." said the captain of the commandos, " If we are discovered it is an act of war. Travel will be difficult but we will keep you safe and return you home to rule over all of us." Ivory stood stunned for a moment and then said, "But Olaf must know that I have been taken as a slave. I am no longer pure." "King Olaf knows and does not care. He wants the loveliest woman alive for his queen. King Olaf is convinced that that woman is you. He dispatched us with orders to either bring you home or never show our faces in the kingdom again. Personally Princess I want to complete my mission and get out of this alien land." The captain wore a concerned expression as he uttered the last phrases. The other commandos had gagged and tied Lisa and Agatha. Ivory saw that they were being led to chairs. Already tied and gagged in chairs were Theodore, the butler and the maid. Ivory walked the few paces to where her master was secured. "Farewell Theodore. You were always kind to me." She kissed him on the forehead as his eyes teared up, turned and said. "We best be leaving Captain." The commandos gave Orella and Doak black clothing, snug fitting pants and a blouse with a hood. Oblivious to the other soldiers eyes, Orella and Doak stripped to their skins and then donned the clothing. In moments they and the commandos were on their way home. The trip home took nearly a month of traveling almost exclusively by moonlight. The commandos had to sneak around and through several neutral countries before they were back in Orella's kingdom. Although Doak had waited scarcely a moment before he had his hated collar removed, Orella insisted on keeping hers. She gave a profound reason. "When I become queen I want all of my subjects to know that I was once lower than any of them." As the small cadre of commandos stealthily made their way home, Princess Orella and Doak became phenomenally close. Although decorum and protocol dictated that the two cease their physical relationship, all of the other soldiers noticed that Doak had won the beautiful princess's heart. The men were jealous of Doak and also very curious how King Olaf would react when gossip about the two reached his ears. There was no doubt that it would. At long last they crossed the border of their home country. A day and a half later they were in the capital. King Olaf greeted the bedraggled band of commandos personally, every soldier was immediately promoted two ranks and assigned to the royal guards. Olaf gazed warmly at Orella. The princess thought that she must look a fright. Her hair had not been washed in weeks and she was coated with grime and had significant body odor. The ancient king did not seem to notice any of those flaws as he dropped to one knee and asked the woman young enough to be his granddaughter to be his bride. Olaf was hardly the man of her dreams but, Orella knew that she would make an excellent queen and that in that role she could alter some of the things about her country that had always troubled her. She also realized that Olaf did not have many years left, As queen she would inherit rule of the realm. That thought pleased her greatly. Orella quickly agreed to Olaf's proposal. The commandos and Doak cheered and then servants arrived to sweep Orella off to be bathed, refreshed, and dressed befitting the crown princess she had just become. As Orella was being bathed she recounted all of her adventures since escaping from her father's fortress. She though of her nurse Cordellia and tutor Hanna and for the first time since she her father's death she mourned him and cried like a baby. The finery Orella was clad in by the servants was more wonderful and more ornate than any dresses she had previously owned. Orella looked ravishing at the celebratory dinner to welcome her and the commandos home. To Orella's considerable surprise, Doak was seated opposite of her at the banquet table. He was dashing in his new uniform with the major's cluster. However, Orella thought that he looked better with his hair longer. Now that their social status had been restored the two did no more than exchange nods and smiles but Orella wanted so much more. King Olaf announced that the royal nuptials would coincide with the next month's full moon. Dinner was wonderful but for Orella the real joy came after the supper. King Olaf asked to see her privately in the royal study. To her surprise Doak was waiting at attention when she entered the room. The door closed behind her and the king began to speak. "Fair Orella, my princess and future queen there are some things we must discuss. First of all I have, at considerable expense, restored your father's fortress and castle. They are my wedding present to you. Although I am king over this nation YOU will be installed as Duchess of your father's realm and will rule there with complete authority. This is to honor both your father's memory and your own redemption from captivity. I loved your father like a brother but I have desired you from a very early age. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met both inside and outside. I know that you are probably not enthusiastic about lying with me. However, I DO expect you to consummate our marriage but I am not so foolish or prideful to imagine that a man of my age could keep a woman of your age satisfied and happy for long." Captive Princess Pt. 08 The king looked at the sparkling eyes of Orella and continued. "My sources have told me that you have an affinity for Major Doak here. Is that true?" The words came with difficulty to Orella's throat but at last she confessed, " I have known the major for some time, even before my captivity. As slaves we were ... intimate and a certain closeness did develop between us during the travails to return home... "softly her voice trailed off. Olaf looked at the princess and then the soldier. "I think the two of you are well matched. Doak will make a fine Royal Consort once I have shed this mortal coil. He can not be king but any children he gives you will be heirs of the throne. I trust however that the two of you can be discreet. I will slowly rotate Doak into the elite inner circle of guards. In that capacity he can attend to you privately. That will take approximately a year. Under NO circumstances are the two of you to be intimate before that time. This country needs an heir, my final desire is to place a child in your womb Orella. I know that I will never see the child grow to adulthood but a man like Doak will make a fine surrogate father. Aside from that restriction I will give you free reign. Are those terms acceptable to both of you?" Doak and Orella's eye locked. The handsome couple exchanged smiles and nods. The two would find it hard to remain apart for a year but both thought that they could do so. The soldier stated, "Affirmative sire." Orella nodded and said, "That is more than fair your excellency." She approached the aged king and kissed him full on the lips. The rest of the month passed quickly for Orella. There were balls to attend, fittings for her wedding dress and the selecting of the invitations and attending to all of the details of the nuptials. During that time Orella saw Doak just once as he passed in the hall on the way to serve with the royal honor guard. Although Olaf assured her it was unnecessary, Orella gave a full accounting her experiences as a slave to her betrothed. Olaf was silent as he drank it all in. "I am glad that you have unburdened your soul my pet but in my eyes and heart you will always be the enchanting daughter of my best friend. Nothing you have done or said will ever alter that image." Orella kissed him deeply and cried for joy at this soothing words. Olaf saw the wisdom of his bride retaining her collar. Nothing could demonstrate to a war weary population that the King was a forgiving and gentle soul with a queen who was one of the people. The wedding ceremony was much like Orella had dreamed about as a small girl, excepting of course in those childhood visions her groom was much closer to her own age. Even with Olaf's ring on her finger, Orella had a hard time fully accepting him as her husband as he were fifty-nine years older than herself. In the huge royal bed, Olaf carefully stripped his bride. The sight of her firm young flesh was beyond arousing. It was something Olaf had wanted to see for far longer than he would ever publicly admit. The culmination of all his fantasies had an arousing effect on his ancient loins. For the first time in years the old 's stubby penis had a complete erection. Orella felt more duty than love as she undressed her new husband. His flesh was soft, wrinkled, and blotchy. Involuntarily Orella thought of Doak and Richard and Theodore as she knelt to preform fellatio on Olaf. Before long Olaf was atop her, his manhood plunging with surprising vigor into her succulent quim. He was asleep seconds after he climaxed. Orella was beyond disappointment with the consummation of her marriage. She cried a bit before she finally fell asleep. To the surprise of both bride and groom, King Olaf was able to preform three times a week for the first three months of of the honeymoon. Then his erections ceased permanently. It was shortly after Olaf's penis had given up the ghost that Orella discovered that she was with child. It was simultaneously the saddest and happiest day of her life. The joy of motherhood tainted with the deep lament of lost intercourse and the realization that her child would probably have no memories of its father. Orella turned her grief into activism. She began instituting changes in the kingdom. She started holding classes for all of the young female royals. Using nude models she gave the sheltered girls lessons in male and female anatomy and the intricacies of human sexuality. She vowed that never again would newly married female royals become sad and depressed upon their weddings. Orella saw immediate impact as the young women began to understand their sexuality and express their needs to their new grooms. Every one of those bride and grooms sent letters of gratitude to their queen Orella treasured these letters. When she had the opportunity she sent messengers to purchase and retrieve her nurse and tutor from bondage. Her nurse refused the overtures, Cordelia had been purchased by a widower and now both were deeply in love. The husband had even freed the former nurse and married her. When Orella saw Hannah however she scarcely recognized her. The formerly toothpick thin woman with the ruddy complexion was now much stouter. Her former master had fattened her up and instituted an exercise program that completely transformed Hannah's body. While by no means beautiful, Hannah was now far more attractive and desirable. Orella's former tutor also had a more mature and assured air. Hannah was grateful for her freedom but admitted that she had benefited from servitude. "I was so immature and such an inferior teacher before slavery. Under the hand of my master I learned about sex and intimacy. I became a much more capable teacher. I made a man out of his son and a woman out of his daughter. He also used me with compassion and transformed my looks as well. I left his service on good terms and now that you have freed me I will visit my father and look for a new assignment. You no longer need a tutor your excellency, at least you no longer need MY services.Neither of us are girls any longer your majesty." The two spent several days catching up and listening to each others stories. In the end however, both knew that Hanna's future lay elsewhere. Orella said goodbye to her tutor for a second time as the young woman made her way out of the throne room for new horizons. Olaf began a slow and steady slide six months later. He lived long enough to meet his son, Olaf II and to fulfill his promise to make Doak a part of the inner circle. Doak was great support to the queen as Olaf disappeared into dementia and final infirmity. His death left a surprising hole in Orella's heart. It was like watching her father die a second time.. Protocol and political considerations prevented Orella from marrying Doak for more than three years. They had trysted in secret often however. But at last the two were wed. As his wife Orella listened to Doak's advice but usually pursued her own course. One rule was inviolate. The queen made it clear to her consort that if he expected to share her bed then he had better make sure that his body was kept completely shaved and his military haircut allowed to grow out. The major was more than happy to agree. Together they ruled well and long, they were blessed with lovely children, and were much loved by their subjects. The kingdom was sad indeed when the last of the two passed. Captive Princess "Princess it is nice to see you again, I had fears that I never would. Now it appears that we are to be "trained" together." . "What does the "art of oral pleasure" mean Miss Hannah?" The tall girl thought a minute and said." As near as I can tell from my readings it means to place one's mouth on the other person's genitals and stimulate it with one's mouth." "Miss Hannah that is disgusting, this is no time or place for a jest!" "I don't jest Princess." "You mean put my lips and tongue on another woman's quim... on a man's thing?" "I believe that is what they expect of us. They did tell me however that my main value is as a tutor but that I would need this skill to perhaps placate the father or mother or perhaps both of whatever child I shall be bought as instructor for. That foul beast who captured us was correct in one aspect at least. I SHALL be teaching again although next time without salary and with some additional duties of a mistress or a whore. It is a sad, but not hopeless fate. Men scarcely look at me now and had I stayed a free woman I may very well have ended up a spinster. I may be kept chaste any way but it was implied that as slave tutor I would be expected to initiate young men in my charge into the fullness of manhood. Imagine me, sheltered, learned Hannah as a mature "older" woman! It is to laugh." "Miss Hannah. This is awful. You speak as though it is no great thing!" "On the contrary Princess, I am simply being pragmatic. Look as us. Escape is impossible and disobedience means punishment. I have no wish to be punished. Whatever the city of Shar has in store for us may be unpleasant and disgusting but we are of no value to them dead so whatever we are expected to do it WON'T kill us, Obedience earns me a sale to a rich man, doing what I do best, teaching. In contrast disobedience puts me further and further from that goal." "Miss Hannah, you are so wise and calm. I wish I had your confidence and intelligence." Hanna looked at the princess and replied, "For the first time, Princess, I do NOT wish I had your beauty." Orella stared and looked at her former tutor. She had no idea what she could mean. She would soon learn.