9 comments/ 85560 views/ 52 favorites Ravishing the Young Princess By: HeyAll Her skin was pale like snow. Her hair was yellow like the sun. Madeline and her servant ran for their lives. The snow and cold weather made their escape through the woods even more difficult. Their feet were aching, but there was no choice. The princess's royal convey was ambushed by her father's enemies in the midst of an unexpected snow storm. She watched dozens of royal soldiers get slaughtered as they protected her. With nearly a hundred men fighting on her behalf to their inevitable deaths, the 19 year old princess and her loyal servant Ella made their escape. Madeline's innocent face was covered in fear and her heart pounded uncontrollably. Her piercing blue eyes showed her pain. "Wait...wait..." she pleaded. The princess collapsed onto the snow and she stayed on the ground. The servant, who was the same age as her, came to her aid. "We need to go. They'll catch us soon." "There's nowhere to run," Madeline said in defeat. "I can't move my legs." "Please your highness. We must." "We'll freeze to death if we go in the forest," the princess said with tears in her eyes. The loyal servant pulled her from the ground with all of her strength. "Those soldiers will hurt us. Please. I know this area. My father's farm is nearby and he could help us." "How far is it?" Madeline asked. "I don't know," the servant replied. "It's been years since I've been on this land. But we'll make it." The princess regained her composure and they continued running through the snow, holding each other. They held each other as they made their way through the woods. Neither of them could run much further, but there wasn't a choice. The thick layer of snow on the ground made every movement difficult. They were beyond exhausted. They wore large beautiful dresses and simple shoes. Over a mile passed and their lower bodies were aching badly. They were past the point of complete exhaustion. They were fighting for their lives with every ounce of energy they had left. If they were captured, worse things would happen to them. Ella's eyes lit up when she saw her father's farm for the first time in several years. It was covered in snow, but she could see smoke coming from the chimney which let her know that someone was inside. The two young women forced themselves to move their feet, and they finally made their way to the farm. When the door open, a large man opened the door. He was tall and masculine, with a thick beard. Ella gave her father a big hug. They embraced each other passionately and tears of joy were flowing. They spoke in a language that Madeline couldn't understand. Ella explained to her father their situation, and both of them entered his warm home. *** The next morning. Madeline's legs were sore to the point where she could barely walk. She sat at the dining table and finished the bowl of hot porridge alongside Ella. "I must thank you again," the princess said politely to her servant. "Please let your father know that the King is a very generous man. I know he would generously compensate for your father for his kindness and hospitality. Your father will become a very rich man." Ella spoke to her father in their native language, and the father spoke loudly. He made his point and then left the table so that the two young women could talk privately. "Sorry," she replied. "My father gets that way sometimes." "What's that about?" Madeline asked. Ella looked down at the table. Her usual upbeat attitude became deflated. She took a deep breath and was ready to repeat her father's orders. "I've been your servant for the past several years, and I look at you as if you were my sister. I deeply care about you." "I deeply care about you too," she replied with a puzzled expression. "What do you want to tell me?" The servant took another deep breath. "My father wants you to release me as your servant. He says I've done enough for you and the royal family." "Our kingdom has recently abolished slavery. The King is very clear about that. If you don't wish to be my servant anymore, then you're free to leave. You're not a prisoner." Ella shook her head. "You don't understand. My father was in debt to the kingdom years ago. Someone came to this farm looking to collect. He was with his guards. I remember my father pleading with them. When they determined my father didn't have anything, they took me to be your servant because we were the same age." "I'm so sorry," the princess replied sadly. "I had no idea. Forgive me." "It's not your fault. But my father is still very angry. He lived alone for the past few years because of the King. And now he hates the King. I could see the anger in his eyes when we talked last night. I've never seen him like this before, and it scares me." Madeline nodded. "I don't blame him. I'll explain everything to the King. I'll see to it that you and your father are well compensated for everything. You have my word." "My father would never accept it. All he wants is my freedom." "If that's what he wants, then he shall have it. I'll see to it that you become a free woman." Ella smiled, "I never thought I would ever hear those words. Thank you princess." "You don't have to thank me," Madeline replied, smiling back. "You've done more than enough for me. I'll miss you dearly." "I'll miss you too. I never wanted to tell you this, but I've always envied you. I've envied your beauty, your wealth, and your life as a princess." "Then stay with me in the palace. Your father can live there too if he wishes, and we can remain friends." A look of happiness came over Ella. She felt appreciated, but she knew it was impossible. "You don't understand my father. It would never happen." Madeline nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe I can convince you to change your mind before we leave. The offer will always be there. I care for you." "I care for you too princess." A strong gust of wind came from outside. Snow was falling. "I can't imagine we'll be traveling anytime soon," Madeline noted. "My father thinks it will be days before this snow storm passes. We'll be safe here. There are places for us to hide in case the soldiers come looking for us in this area. Once the path is clear, my father and I will take you back to the palace." The princess reached out to hold her servant's hand. "Thank you." *** Later that day. Ella's father boiled a large cauldron of water in the wash room by burning chopped wood. After it cooled to a warm temperature, the two young women were ready to bathe by pouring the water on themselves using wooden bowls. The princess & servant headed to the wash room in their large cotton undergarments, and before they entered, the father spoke sternly to Ella in their native language. Afterwards, he closed the door and left them to their privacy. "What did he say?" Madeline asked. Ella looked down before mustering her courage. "My father made it clear that I am not to serve you anymore. He forbids me to undress you. He forbids me to wash and dry your body." "Very well. I can do those things on my own. Shall we get started now? I'm freezing and the warm water looks tempting." "There's something else," the servant added. "My father thinks it's only right that you have to wash me. He says that I have spent years being your slave in the palace. Now you're a guest in our home, so you have to serve me." Madeline froze. The princess was a good person, but never in her life had she served anyone else. The King forbade her from ever doing anything kind for the servants. It was beneath the royal family. "I'll do it. Only because I'm a guest in your home and your family is providing me shelter. I only ask that this remain a secret between us." "Of course your highness. This is our secret." "How do you wish to begin?" Madeline asked. Ella sat down on a short stool and extended her feet. "Well, I've given countless baths in the royal palace. I'm usually asked to start with the feet. So you can start with mine princess." Madeline used the wooden bowl to scope warm water, and then she reluctantly got down on her knees. She was almost clueless on what to do, despite receiving so many baths of her own. She poured the water on her servant's feet and rubbed them with her hand. "Am I doing it right?" "It feels lovely," the servant replied. "The water is nice. You have a soft touch. I've always liked your hands." The princess responded by rubbing the top of her servant's feet with her hands. "Is that enough?" "No, please do it more. It feels good," Ella replied. Madeline continued with another bowl of warm water and more caresses with her hand. Her eyes were on Ella's feet, and she could hear the servant breathing harder. "Do you mind if I make an usual request?" Ella asked. "I feel terrible for asking this, but it's something I've become curious about." "Tell me." "Would you be okay with putting a part my feet in your mouth? Just the toes. I know it's inappropriate to ask of a princess, but I've done it before to others, and I've always been curious about what it may feel like." "You've done it to others at the palace?" "I've been asked to do it a number of times, including for the King and Queen. I've always been surprised that you have never asked for it." Madeline was taken aback. She was in disbelief that her own parents would ask for such a thing. But she felt obligated to obey her servant just this once. "Okay, I'll do it." The princess bent down and took the wet toes inside of her mouth. She felt disgusted with herself, but she wasn't in a position to refuse. Punishment from the King's enemies would have been much worse. She sucked on the feet, and rolled her tongue between each toe. Ella made noises to show her pleasure. "That feels nice," the servant moaned. "Shall I continue?" "That's enough for now. Maybe we can continue that later. But we must finish our bath while the water is still warm." "What shall I do next?" Ella raised her arms. "Pull the garment over my head. I want you to clean my body." The princess did as she was told and lifted the garment, leaving the servant undressed. It was the first time Madeline saw Ella naked. The servant was skinny, with pale skin and tiny breasts. Her nipples were small and dark, in contrast to her fair skin. Her pubic hairs were a dark bush. Ella continued, "Now I want you to undress as well." Madeline did as she was told, and pulled her garment over her head to get undressed. The princess was also very petite, but with slightly more curves on her small body. Her breasts and backside were slightly more full compared to the servant, and her nipples were bright pink. The princess had blond colored bush. "Shall I start by washing your hair?" the princess asked. "Not yet. Have you ever kissed anyone?" the servant asked with a sense of shyness. "The King forbids me. Have you?" Ella nodded. "I have. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to kiss a woman?" "I don't know," Madeline blushed. "I try not to think about those things. Why do you ask?" "It feels unusual. I've done it before at the palace." "You have?" the princess asked curiously. "The Queen asked me to do it when I would give her baths. I really liked doing it. She has soft lips. That's why I'm curious about doing it with you. You're more beautiful than the Queen. But only if you're interested..." "You've always been good to me. You've saved my life by bringing me here to your father's farm. I am now indebted to you." "Is that a yes?" Ella asked with an eyebrow raised. Madeline put her hands on the servant's face and leaned forward to kiss. Their lips pressed against each others. It was soft at first, but they both kissed harder. Ella had much more experience than the princess, and she took charge by putting her hands on Madeline's face and sticking her tongue in her mouth. It wasn't long before Madeline understood what was expected of her and she began to use her tongue as well. Emotions took control and both women passionately embraced each other with their warm mouths. The servant ended the kiss and looked at the princess. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked. Madeline's eyes were wide. "I've never felt anything like that before." "I know exactly how you feel. It's addicting. I would always get excited whenever your mother would call me to give her a bath. That's one of the things I'll miss most when I'm no longer your servant." "You can still be my servant. I'll beg the King to give you a more formal position within the palace if that's what you want." A look of sadness came over Ella. "That can't happen. My father has already made his intentions clear. I'm going to stay with him on the farm." "I understand. A father's wishes are most important." "He asked me to do something else while we bathe together. I can't go through with it." "What is it?" Madeline asked. The servant took a deep breath. "I confessed everything to my father, everything that happened to me in the palace. Things you don't know about. After I turned 18, the King and Queen used me for other purposes. The King deflowered me anally. The Queen routinely had me use my mouth on her womanhood." "Oh..." the princess gasped in shock. "I'm sorry you have to hear this your highness," she replied. "This made my father more angry than I've ever seen him before. He said we're locked in this room until you do the same for me." "What do you mean?" "My father wants you to use your mouth on me. I'm sorry. I don't want you to do it. We can just pretend it happened and I'll tell him that you did it. He won't know." "I'll do it," the princess reluctantly stated. "A father's wishes must be obeyed. It's only right. He saved my life by hiding me here, and you were taken from him to work in the palace against your will." "Please your highness, I can't ask you to..." "It's the only way to make things right," Madeline said defiantly. The princess was nervous as she got down between her servant's legs. Ella spread her legs to reveal her thick patch of pubic hair and her brown labia. "I'll guide you," she said. "It can be disgusting at first, but it's easy. You'll get used to it. Eventually you'll come to like it." Madeline slowly kneeled forward with her tongue out. She was completely inexperienced in the world of sex, but she had a vague idea of what may feel good. She flinched the moment her tongue touched the wet vagina. "It's okay," the servant said. "Don't be afraid. Imagine it's a peach. That's your favorite fruit isn't it? When I was doing this for the Queen, I imagined her womanhood was my favorite fruit. It made the first experience a lot easier." The princess took the advice and began to lick inside, between the brown labia. She looked up at her servant, who began to moan in pleasure. It worked. Her mouth was making the servant feel good. Madeline licked up and down, tasting the fluids as if it was nectar. She savored every lick and every drop of fluid that went inside of her mouth. To the surprise of the princess, she found that she enjoyed doing it. She enjoyed licking the vagina, and she enjoyed giving pleasure to her loyal servant of many years. She finally understood the obsession adults had with their sexual feelings. It felt wonderful, and the princess could only imagine what it must feel like if it was done to her. Ella began to rub the head of the princess. She moaned, and her eyes were closed. When the servant opened her eyes, she saw her father peeking through the open door. He had a look on his face which she never saw from him before. It was a deviant look. His eyes were filled with lust from watching the naked princess giving oral pleasure to his naked daughter. Ella was too scared to make a sound, or to let Madeline know they were being watched. All she could do was enjoy the feeling of a female mouth against her womanhood. *** Early the next morning. Madeline and her servant slept in the same bed. Madeline's eyes were closed and there was a blissful look on her face. She was smiling. The servant came out from underneath the blanket and she gave the princess a kiss on the cheek. It was the fourth orgasm she had given Madeline since their first sexual experience together. It was a nice way to wake up the princess. "You were so good," Madeline smiled. "It's my honor, your highness." "Would you like me to return the favor?" the princess asked with a playful look on her face. Before the servant could answer, the door suddenly opened and her father entered the room frantically. He spoke to his daughter with a sense of urgency. "Oh my god," Ella said. "The enemy soldiers are coming. We must hide you." The father grabbed Madeline's arm tightly and forcefully pulled her out of bed. It was painful, but it was for her own protection. He took her to a tiny hiding area in the small attic of the house. She could barely fit inside, but she would be safe. The father and Ella greeted the soldiers once they had arrived. They spoke in a language Madeline wasn't able to understand, but she knew the situation was dire. The talks sounded cordial at first, but things turned nasty. There was screaming and shouting. Madeline could hear the sound of Ella crying out loud. There were loud thrashing noises. The enemy soldiers were tearing down the house to find her. When the soldiers were unable to find the princess after a lengthy search, they left. The house became quiet and Madeline stayed hidden. *** Madeline lost track of time when she came down from the hiding area. The house was still quiet, so she assumed Ella and her father had been taken. But they weren't. They were sitting by the dining table and the tension in the room was unmistakable. The father was enraged, but controlled it. Ella had tears in her eyes, and tears streaming down her face. "What is it?" Madeline asked, knowing the answer wouldn't be good. "The soldiers are sweeping the area," the servant replied. "They also say that anyone who is found protecting the princess will be executed. They're also giving reward money for your head." The princess's face suddenly became flush and her stomach sank. "What does your father plan to do?" she asked nervously. Ella's eyes began to water. "He wants to throw you out." "Please...I'm begging him. I'll have the King pay your father whatever he wants." "My father doesn't want the King's money, or the reward money from the soldiers in this area. All he wants is to live in peace. I'm sorry." "It's not your fault," the princess replied, trying to maintain composure. "I've been missing for two days now. The royal army should be here soon and they will protect us." "That's impossible," Ella stated. "My father says the path to the kingdom is still completely covered in heavy snow. There's no way for the King's army to make it here until the snow clears." Madeline felt an overwhelming sense of defeat. "I don't have a choice, do I?" Ella put her hands on her father's arm and pleaded one last time. She begged her father and cried, but he sat there with a stone face. "I'm so sorry," the servant said with tears in her eyes. Her last attempt at pleading had failed. "Tell your father I can give him something else besides money," Madeline said with all of her courage. "Your father has been alone on this land for years. I know how men are. I know what they need. I can give your father what men like him want." Ella's eyes widened. "No, please don't say that. You don't mean it. You can't..." "Translate my message to your father. That is an order." The servant hesitantly translated the message to her father, and he turned to look at her, his face expressionless. The father spoke, and the daughter listened, and translated: Ravishing the Young Princess "He says the offer is not good enough. The King and Queen have done far worse things to me, so the offer isn't fair." Madeline lifted the bottom half of her robe. Her face was stoic as she exposed her bare legs and naked vagina to the man. She felt utterly degraded, but it was the only thing of value she possessed. "He can use my body until the snow passes," the princess stated. "Tell your father I said that." The servant translated, and the father stood up and walked near the princess. He examined her body up close, and neither of them wanted to show their true emotions. He spoke, and the daughter once again translated: "My father says he's not foolish enough to take your virginity. The King will find out that you're no longer a virgin once it's time for you to marry, and my father will be killed for it." "Then tell your father there is another way. He can use the other end for his pleasure, along with my mouth. It will belong to him if he agrees to hide me in this house. Once the snow passes, he'll find a way to take me back to my palace. I vow to never tell anyone about this." Ella translated, and the father remained expressionless. Madeline continued holding up the gown and exposing her naked body parts, and she felt the father reach down and rub the soft skin of her rear end. He spoke, and the daughter once again translated: "He agrees. After breakfast, we'll have a bath, and then it will be the first time. He says you will belong to him as long as you are in this home." Madeline looked at the man and nodded in agreement, then she finally lowered the gown to cover herself. *** The two young women were naked together in the wash room. Madeline sat down on the stool, while Ella washed the princess, even though her father didn't allow it. Ella was preparing the princess for her first sexual experience with a man. "I'm scared," Madeline said. "I've always envisioned my deflowering to be romantic. My mother used to tell my that when I lose my virginity, it would be to a handsome prince on the night of a lavish wedding. He would make love to me on a large bed with silk sheets." Ella listened attentively and poured warm water on the princess's body, washing the soap away. "That will still happen your highness. You're young and beautiful. You're the most desirable woman in the world. No one will know about this." "You've always been loyal to me Ella. I hope we can remain friends in the future." The servant kissed the upper back of the princess. "I hope so too." "So what does it feel like?" Madeline asked. "Having a man inside of your rear. You mentioned yesterday that you did it with the King. What was it like?" "Painful," the servant replied. "It was agony at first. But I got used to it. You're a strong woman your highness. I know you can make it through this." "I hope so." "Stand for me," Ella said. Madeline did as she was told and stood. The servant reached down with her soapy fingers and rubbed between the butt cheeks of the princess. "Before the King had sex with me there, he ordered that the other servants clean me," Ella said. "It's more proper this way. It feels uncomfortable, so you should relax." The servant then inserted two of her soapy wet fingers inside the anus of the virgin princess. Madeline wanted to gasp, but she held it in. Ella pushed her fingers all the way in and probed around, cleaning the tiny anus and rectum. "Oww. That hurts." "It's going to hurt a lot more if I don't prepare you. You'll thank me later once my father tries to enter you." "So it hurts that bad?" Ella nodded. "You'll get used to it eventually. Then you'll learn to enjoy it. Your body will adapt." The servant probed her fingers once more inside the princess's tiny anus before pulling out. "Am I ready now?" Madeline asked. "I'd say so. You're as ready as you'll ever be." Ella washed her fingers clean and then grabbed a towel to dry the princess. *** Madeline sat nervously in the living room wearing the royal dress she wore on the day of the attack. She was naked underneath. It was a matter of moments before her innocence would be lost. She had come to terms with the fact that she would become a man's sex object for a period of days until the snow storm passed. It was the only thing she could do for his protection. The servant sat next to her, and held the hand of the princess for comfort. Both women immediately stood when the father entered the room, fresh from washing himself. He immediately spoke to his daughter in their native language, and they talked back-and-forth. "I asked him to let me stay, and my father agreed," Ella stated. "I want this to be easy for you. I can help make this as painless as possible, and I want you to be comfortable your highness." "Thank you Ella." The father continued speaking, and Ella's suddenly face became visibly upset. "I'm sorry to have to repeat this, but my father says that you're no longer a princess. Any woman who is willing to trade her body for a service is a whore. He wanted me to tell you that you will be his whore as long you remain on this farm." Madeline stood up to the man to show her defiance. It was useless, but she wanted to let him know that she was still a strong woman despite her age and small stature. "Tell him to get this over with," the princess stated. While the servant translated the message to her father, Madeline lifted the dress over her head and got naked for him. She threw the expensive dress onto the floor and stood as boldly as she could, even though she felt utterly humiliated. The father's eyes never left the young woman's body. It was the first naked woman he had seen in many years, and by the far the most beautiful. His eyes were wide and lustful, and he wasn't ashamed to show it. He reached out and grabbed Madeline's small breasts. She flinched, but he didn't care. He squeezed them hard and played with the pink nipples. He bent down to suck on them, rolling each of them around in his mouth. Madeline looked away, hating the feeling, and wishing she could be with Ella instead. Even worse, the man pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her. She reluctantly kissed him back, but she eventually relaxed and allowed him to invade her mouth with his tongue. The large man's wet tongue slobbered all over her mouth with little regard for how she felt about it. When he was done kissing, he used his powerful hands to push her shoulders down, forcing to her sit once again on the wooden chair. He unclothed himself, revealing his naked body. He was very large, muscular, fat, and hairy. Madeline looked at the imposing man with contempt, but what grabbed her attention more than anything was the size of his cock. It was extremely large. It was bigger than she would have ever imagined a normal man's cock to be. It was certainly much bigger than the King's, based on a few brief glimpses she was able to see. He took a step forward, placing his ever growing manhood inches from her mouth, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She opened her small mouth and took the giant cock head inside. She sucked it and closed her eyes, imagining it was Ella she was with. But there was no escaping the fact that she was with a large adult male. She continued sucking the head. The man wanted more, so he held her by the shoulders and pushed his cock further, until she had no choice but to suck the thick shaft as well. He went in as far as he could go without making her gag. The young princess did her best to orally please the man. She looked up at him and felt even more humiliated as he looked down at her like she was a piece of meat. She looked to her loyal servant and felt shame, as the servant watched her with a face full of cock. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth, and once again spoke to his daughter. "Now he wants you to be bend over the dining table," Ella said. "Press your body down and spread your legs. Try to relax, it will be over soon your highness." Madeline did as she was told. She pressed her bare breasts and stomach against the wooden surface of the table used for eating. Her legs were spread and she prepared for the worst. To her surprise, the first thing she felt in her ass wasn't the excruciating feeling of a large cock being rammed up her ass. It was a thick liquid. She turned her head to see Ella pouring a spoon full of honey between her ass cheeks. The honey dripping down her anus gave her a tickling feeling. Madeline appreciated the kind gesture because she knew she would need it. The princess looked at her loyal servant, who winked back at her. "That should make it easier for you," Ella stated. The servant took a big step back the moment her father stood behind Madeline. He squeezed her ass cheeks roughly, as if he was kneading dough. The grip from his fingers were strong from a lifetime of hard manual labor, and he used them to spread her ass open. When he paused, Madeline could tell that the man was taking a good look as her small anus. She squirmed the moment he shoved his finger inside of her ass. It wasn't gentle like when Ella did it, but rough. He had no regard for her feelings, only his. Then he inserted a second finger inside of her delicate anus. She felt herself being stretched in a way she thought was unnatural. His fingers moved in-and-out of her body, loosening her small hole. When he pulled his fingers out, he spoke to his daughter once again. "My father says you were right about him being lonely for so many years," Ella translated with a sense of hesitancy. "He also says you're the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. He also hopes that you can forgive him one day. He says he doesn't want to do this, but he needs it." With that said, the father pressed the head of his throbbing hard cock against the princess's delicate anus. Thanks to the raw honey applied by Ella, the head of the cock slid right in, along with the rest of the shaft. It was pure agony for Madeline. She let out a loud scream. In another act of loyalty, the servant immediately held the princess's hand while she was being sodomized. Madeline and Ella made eye contact as the father continued pushing his large cock inside of her petite body. In some ways, using so much honey as a lubricant made the sexual experience worse because of how fast the cock was able to enter. It slid right in, without any time for Madeline's anus to adjust to the foreign penetration. The young woman's rectum was suddenly stretched beyond what it could handle. "Oh my god...Oh my god..." she cried, with tears running down her face. Ella held her hand tighter. "It's okay. It's okay." The father showed no regard for the royal princess. He was a strong man who had lived alone for many years, and he didn't hide the fact his sexual feelings had been repressed for so long. His strong hands painfully gripped her fragile body as his large cock fully entered her asshole. He then slowly started to pull out, giving her a false glimmer of hope that he changed his mind, only for him to shove it back inside. They were having sex. Madeline continued crying while Ella held the princess in sympathy. The servant knew exactly what the princess was going through, except that her father was much larger than the King, and the sex so was so much more ruthless. What Madeline felt was far more painful then what the servant felt. Her ass was being stretched in ways neither of them could have ever imagined. He continued ravishing her ass, and he reached below and began to play with her clitoris. Madeline had always liked touching herself there, even though the King told her that masturbation was forbidden. The father rubbed her swollen clit, bringing her pleasure for the first time in their sexual encounter. His large finger entered her soaking wet vagina. He began to finger her pussy the same time he was having sex in her asshole. She continued screaming, but this time there were signs of pleasure along with the agony of being sodomized. Her face was dripping with tears as her ass and pussy were both being ravished by the powerful man standing behind her. Madeline felt her body betray her, she was enjoying it. She was becoming his 'whore' as he said she would. Before long, a strange sensation built inside of her. It was powerful. It was something she had never felt before. It was more intense than the orgasms Ella had given her. As the father continued ravishing her sex organs, a long stream of fluids gushed from her vagina. The muscles in her small body contracted. She screamed at the top of her lungs. Madeline's hands squeezed Ella's hands with all of her might. She came. The princess's body went limp on the table as the man continued his ravishment of her anus. He didn't care that she became unresponsive to his powerful thrusts inside of her. Before long, he started grunting loudly and his hard cock was shooting streams of sperm deep inside of her rectum. He grunted loudly and suddenly the strong man became weak. He was finished. The young princess was no longer a virgin. *** Ella wiped the sweat from Madeline's body using a small cloth. She used another piece of cloth to clean Madeline's wet legs, along with the cum dripping from deep inside her rectum. Then she helped the princess put her dress back on. The father sat down on his chair breathing heavily. He was still naked, and made no attempt to cover his nudity. It was the most sexual satisfaction he had ever experienced in his life, by far. He spoke to his daughter: "My father says the path to your palace will be covered in snow for the next few days," Ella said. "You can continue to hide here from the enemy soldiers. He will protect you and make sure you're safe. He wants you to nod if you understand." Madeline nodded. "I understand." The father kept on speaking. "My father also wants you to know that, as long as you are a guest in his home, you will be his whore. He will provide you with shelter, warm food, and water. In exchange, your body will belong to him. Your mouth and your bottom will belong to him. He can claim you whenever you desires." Madeline nodded again. "I understand." The father spoke once more. This time, Ella had a look of horror on her face. "I'm very sorry your highness. My father also says that you are to provide your sexual services to both of us. He wants you to please me right this moment. He wants to watch us together." "Don't be sorry. Your father has provided me with safety, and he's made me a woman." With that said, Madeline took off her dress and she was naked again. She helped Ella undress, and then the princess got on her knees and put her mouth against the bare vagina. The father watched in lust as the royal princess ate his daughter's pussy. He felt his cock coming back to life. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated