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Princess Alexandria Ch. 02

By: Benripper



"Urgh... What--- Where am I... What's going on? Help!"

Princess Alexandria awoke slowly to find that she had been blindfolded. When she tried to remove the thick cloth wrapped securely around her eyes, she realized that her arms, and legs likewise, were tied down. She struggled spread-eagled and face-down on what she decided must be a bed. To her horror, when a cool breeze blew by, she realized she was naked. After intensifying her attempts to escape all to no avail, Alexandria calmed down and tried to take stock of the situation. By the feel of the sheets... silk, she reckoned, the bed must belong to some noble or perchance a wealthy merchant. It certainly wasn't the bed she shared with her husband... their quarters had always had a distinct scent, owing to their close proximity to the sea. To Alexandria's dismay she could not pick up on the breeze any sign of the sea-air that she had become accustomed to. Instead the fragrance of scented candles floated her way. It must be night, she thought. 

"Is anyone there? Hello..."

Half-afraid someone would reply and find her in this pernicious position, her voice trailed off. Could this all be some prank of her husband's; they'd been married now for over six months and she had found that his sense of humour was different from her own in many ways. He had a penchant for placing her in potentially humiliating situations, where her modesty would often come out frayed and not a little battered. He also had something of a fetish for seeing her tied up and she had spent many a night restrained to the headboard of their bed, while he took his time with her; enjoying the feeling of helplessness it caused her, or so she had thought at the time, as she had half-heartedly tried to wrest free from his clutches. 

There was no reply to her cries and her efforts to untie herself were proving futile. Whoever had put her in this position knew a thing or two about knots. The ropes were wrapped under the bed and somehow fastened there, so that it was impossible for her to move much in either direction. She could turn from side to side and lift her ass slightly off the sheets, but apart from that she was truly bound and caught up in whatever her tormentor has devised.

How on earth had she ended up here, Alexandria wondered? The last thing she remembered was preparing herself for her afternoon stroll in the gardens. She had just had tea and was subsequently preening herself in front of the grand hall mirror... She had stepped back to admire herself... Walked neatly to the doors that lead to the rear entrance of the castle... Nodded to the footman... Then... Then nothing! The sunshine, the terrace, the lily's that were in at this time of year and which she had made a priority to have in the gardens? Nothing came to mind. Where had her memories gone?

Suddenly she heard a creaking, like that of a door opening. She turned her head towards the direction of the sound; a pointless gesture, considering her blinded state, but one she nevertheless performed. For a moment there was silence. Then one after the other, footsteps - heavy footsteps, probably made by someone wearing boots, coming towards the bedside. 

"Who are you? Let me go! I have money... You have no right to treat me like this. 

Whoever had entered the room did not reply. Alexandria felt uncomfortable, whoever it was, was without a doubt surely looking at her naked body. She felt the eyes, or so she believed, of her captor moving down over her body. Her breasts were hidden, but the way she had been spread and fixed upon the bed left little else to the imagination. She felt the intruder, who still hadn't spoken a word, sit on the bed. Doing her best to move in the opposite direction Alexandria squirmed against her bonds, but with an almost casual like propensity, her assailant grabbed her calf and tugged her back to within arm-reach. It was most certainly a man's hand. And though Alexandria had no reason to think it would have been any other gender, she was still holding out to the possibility of some maid or servant-girl accidently stumbling into the room and rescuing her. The hand by now had moved up her calf to her thigh and was tenderly stroking it, as one might the arm of an expensive recliner one had an eye on purchasing. The hand crept up further, resting on her upturned bottom for a moment. She felt him adjust himself on the bed and the hand snaked up her back, nails lightly brushing her spine, until they reached the nape of her neck and he began to stroke her hair. 

"Please stop... Help! Someone! I'm being attacked!"

Trying to call for help only made him gently hush her as he continued to run his hands through the tresses of her hair. But obviously as his hands wandered elsewhere and her screams and entries for assistance went on abated, he tired of the racket she was producing. He left the bedside for a brief moment and came back to sit at the head of the bed. In the middle of an outcry, Alexandria recoiled as he stuffed a gag into her mouth.

"There you go, princess. Fits nice and snug." He said, as he secured the gag with straps that ran behind her head. "Now nobody would be able to recognise you. Imagine, the princess, of Corrongate no less, stripped naked, tied and gagged, like some oriental concubine." He smacked her ass and she moaned into the gag. 

"You like that don't you? All of this has turned you on hasn't it? Being abducted on your front doorstep; naked in front of a stranger; pawed over by him... For all your airs, you ain't much different from the wenches I bring in from the village. But I've got something for you. I'm sure you'll love it, princess."

With that he went away, leaving Alexandria bound and helpless. Going through her head was the molestation she had been witness to, her future in his hands, and the burning question: who, after all, is he? For she was unable to identify his voice. 

Soon he was back and the answer to her first query was resolved. The distinctive sound of a cane cutting into the air carried to her ears. She couldn't believe that he was going to use a cane on her. Who did he think he was? Flashbacks of her first night with her husband, all those months ago, leapt to Alexandria's mind. How he had been about to whip her, but decided not to in the end. It looked like she was going to find out what she had missed now. Feeling the cane lightly touch her bottom, she shied instinctively away from it, but there was nowhere for her to go. She had escaped its kiss before by being as submissive and docile as possible to her husband, but there was no way she could bargain with her captor in her current position. Rubbing the cane back and forth across her ass, he murmured:

"There, there, it's about time someone took you in hand... though by the looks of things, this is not the first time you've had something laid across those rosy cheeks. Did my little princess misbehave in her big castle? Was she punished severely? And I was so hoping I would be the first man to whip you."

With that he brought his arm up and with a crack brought it down again.

"Owwwww," she screamed, her voice muffled by the gag, her legs straining at their restraints. 

"Ha, I think I've hit a nerve, no?"

Taking a sadistic delight in her expectation of the pain to come, he stroked her bottom with the cane and lifting it once more pretended to strike. The whistling of the cane made her flinch and clench her cheeks together.

"We can't have that, can we princess? Relax." He softly massaged her buttocks with one hand. "I said relax! Things will only go harder for you if you disobey me." Hating herself for it, Alexandria did her best to comply, fearing the worse if she resisted. 

"That's much better," he whispered. He then proceeded nevertheless to lay into her with the cane, until she was thrashing franticly around, weeping into her gag. After a while he tired. Her bottom was now a deep shade of red, criss-crossed with welts. 

"Don't think I'm done with you yet, girl," He said as he came around to the head of the bed and pulled off her blindfold in one quick jerk. "Recognise me?" 

Through her tear-filled eyes, she looked up and saw the Baron; he had a longer title of course Munchhausen---- of some house or other, but throughout the land he was generally known simply as the Baron, so was his reputation and fame. She had always known him as a somewhat distant friend to her husband; meeting him briefly at a few dinner engagements at the castle, they must have exchanged pleasantries, discussed the political climate... she could not think of any offence that she had committed to him that would make him kidnap and bind her in such a predicament. 

"I've been looking forward to this moment for some time, princess. To have you like this... at my mercy. It's no good looking up at me with those pleading eyes. I'm going to take what is rightfully mine now. "

With that said he grabbed a pillow and with one hand lifted her up, and with the other slid it underneath her hips. Her ass was now pointing to the ceiling. Alexandria felt unbearably vulnerable; as confused as she was over the meaning of his words -- rightfully mine -- she was more worried about what he was going to take from her. Twisting her head around she noticed out of the corner of her eyes that the Baron has disrobed; he had an erection, and with one hand he was stroking it as his eyes bore down on her, forcing her to look away. He climbed aboard the bed and began to tease her opening with his cock, brushing it along the slit. Despite her best efforts Alexandria was getting turned on; the whipping earlier had hurt, but that was not to say she hadn't found it stimulating. After all she was used to associating the pain of being chastised with the pleasure of sex with her husband that came afterwards. To be feeling it with a stranger was a completely different matter though, and she felt ashamed as she no longer rigorously tried to escape his probing. 

"Oh my, but aren't you wet. And there was me thinking Neb had gotten himself a little chaste puritan for a wife. Wonder if he knows what a dirty bitch you are? Let's see how dirty you are, princess. Shall we?"

Felling his cock edge against her pussy was bad enough, but when he started to raise it further up, in the direction of her asshole, Alexandria really began to struggle against her bonds.

"Mmmmmm," Was all the vocal protest she could muster, the gag still firmly in place. The Baron took his time, gently easing his quite sizable cock into the tight hole. Alexandria tried yelling through the gag, trying to convey how much pain she was in, but nothing came out and even if it had the Baron surely wouldn't have listened, for he was taking too much pleasure sinking his member into her tight ass to give up on it now. 

"Your first time, no? Tell me when you start enjoying yourself?"

He loosened her gag so she could speak, but as he did so he began to pump back and forth, so all Alexandria was able to do was grind her teeth and bite her tongue, not wanting to give the Baron the pleasure of seeing her begging for him to stop. He rode her ass, his hands on her hips, making sure that with every thrust he hit rock bottom and made her wince. 

"Please... Please let me go. I'll do anything, anything you want. I'm... begging you." Alexandria forced out of her mouth, unable to deal with the sensation, the ignominy of being sodomised any longer. 

"Would you now? Well we'll soon see later, but first..."

The Baron built up steam; thrusting into the princess's ass his pulsating cock, maintaining a steady rhythm, he took her anal virginity and with strokes ever-increasing he ejaculated within her. Withdrawing from her ass, the sperm oozing from her gaping hole, he untied her and gathered her in his arms. She was too exhausted to fight any more. 

"I have something to tell you, princess. Your husband, ole' Neb, is a good friend of mine and a long time ago him and I made a pack. You know what this pack was about? It was about our spouses. Why, at that time we were both single, living the bachelor life, but we made a deal if we were to marry, we would share our wives. He took my wife a few years back and I have eagerly been waiting the moment when he was to marry. I have you for the week now. My wife will be in here soon to clear you up. I have much planned for us to do together in the next couple of days." 

With that said he kissed her forehead and left the room, locking the door behind him, leaving the Princess Alexandria feeling used, betrayed and wary of what the future held in store for her.

Princess Alexandria Ch. 03



Alexandria paced to and fro across her bedroom floor. She had a lot on her mind and had been finding it hard to preoccupy herself with any one task. It was her second week back from her visit to the Baron which her husband had arranged without her knowledge. During her time there she had learnt a lot about men, about sex, about how to comport herself in the presence of one who had complete control over her body. While the Baron was treating her like the plaything she knew she had become, Alexandria had dreamed of the revenge she would exact on her husband when she returned, imagining jumping out of her carriage and tearing into him with her nails, of grabbing a guard's sword and thrusting it into his chest. But when she did return to him, stepping nimbly, as she was in quite some pain, out of her carriage, the violence gathered up inside her suddenly dissipated and she looked shyly to the ground. The prince had escorted her back to her quarters and afterwards departed without so much as a word over what he had put her through. His behaviour in the next couple of days was not uncharacteristic of him; aloof and short of words, if anything had changed it was the lack of physical camaraderie they no longer enjoyed. She almost missed the smack of his guiding hand on her backside, signifying it was time for her to skip into their bed. As it was he had taken to sleeping in a different chamber from her. 

Alexandria was not sure how she felt about this, on the one hand she was still furious about how she had been treated, like a bargaining token in a game of craps, she angrily thought, but then she dearly missed his touch and would stay awake late at night thinking of him, stretching out in the king-sized bed they used to toss and turn in together; her hand straying, against her better judgment, down to her spread legs and the lips of her pussy. Unbeknownst to her husband though, she had not given up her hopes to achieve some measure of revenge upon him, and as she strode, nervously yet with a certain icy resolve, across her floor, she constantly glanced to an hourglass on top of her nightstand. The sand in the upper bulb had almost completely drained into the lower. The time to act was nigh! Alexandria waited a few more moments, stroking the pleats out of her short nightgown; taking a big breath she picked up a candle stick and a small velvet bag and walked out into the hall. Going down the passages that were poorly lit, she flitted like a shadow, intent upon fulfilling what she had set out to accomplish. Her bare feet lightly padded against the stone, as she strained her ears to hear if anyone was up ahead. The castle was asleep though, and she reached her husband's door without trouble. Entering it, she put the candle and the bag down and looked towards the bed. Her husband's head could be seen topping the duvet he was under. Sidling up to the bedside, Alexandria yanked the covers off him. He didn't stir. She looked at his muscular body splayed out upon the sheets, his firm thighs, and the hair upon his chest. He looked less imposing while fast asleep. The object of her desire and woe curiously impotent as it too lay helpless under her strict gaze. 

She stood over him and drawing back her hand slapped his cheek hard. His eyes shot open and he made as if to move, but instead of bolting upright, or at the very least, attempting to shield his face from further blows, his hands lifted off the bed and, as if they were overcome by an exertion of some sort, fell down again. Alexandria who had been holding her breath let out a sigh of relief as her eyes shone and a flickering smile replaced her anxious demeanour. She had been expecting this reaction from her husband. Testing if her plan was entirely successful her hand coquettishly slipped down to her husband's cock, and cupping it gingerly in her hand, began to pump up and down on it; seeing it get hard so quickly made her turn her smiling face to her husband, whose pallor was, conversely, decidingly white, perhaps realizing now what sort of situation he was in. 

"It's time for you, my dear, to experience a little bit of what I had to endure when you so casually put me in the captivity of another." She waited for a response. The prince moved his lips but no sound came out. His frightened expression though was easy enough to read. 

Alexandria was overjoyed that her plan had worked so well; caught between excitement over what was to befall them and a sense of anger that it had taken so long to arrive, she seesawed between the two emotions. A few days ago she had stolen away in the dead of night to an old lady who was rumoured to be a witch. This lady, her maid had told her, could brew wondrous potions of various effects and if one would grace her hand with silver they could be bought for a price. She had met up with this lady at her cottage in the woods and asked for a magical potion that would render a man immobile; one that would still allow him to feel and to be aroused, but prevent him from actively engaging with the sensation. The witch had vowed that there was nothing magical about her concoctions, and seemed also for some reason to be offended at being labelled a witch, she said they were simply herbs from her garden, but that she could mix up something to fulfil the princesses wishes anyway. When Alexandria had got what she wanted from the witch it was a simple matter of coercing her maid into spiking her husband's evening tipple of whisky to complete her designs. 

Enjoying seeing her husband so defenceless, she rolled him onto his front, where he laid tensing his muscles and wriggling ever so slightly. Slapping his upturned buttocks, Alexandria was reminded; firstly, of all the times he had done so to her, but more vividly of the Baron's treatment of her, which had been far more inventive and cruel. She shuddered to think about it now, but instead of banishing it from her thoughts, used it instead as fuel to stoke the fire of her vengeance. She traced her nails across her husband's back relishing the imprint they left. Jumping onto the bed alongside him, she bent over his prone body and whispered into his ear: 

"I want you tonight to feel what I feel every time you hold me down and fuck me." She couldn't believe she was uttering these words; considering how she had been raised, until a short time ago she had not even known what the word "fuck" had meant, let alone said it. But after having been forced to beg for it repeatedly, forced to crawl along the floor and entreat her master to fuck her, she had become quite accustomed to the language. Jumping off the bed again, Alexandria couldn't help repress a giggle at what she was about to do. Reaching into the velvet bag she had brought along she withdrew a contraption, which after she had slid it up her hips and stood in profile, her husband, with mounting fear, realized was a strap-on. 

"A little memento from your friend's wife, I hope you like it." While she was imprisoned the Baron had enjoyed watching, at his leisure, the sight of his wife screwing Alexandria. There had been an elaborate ritual of foreplay, mostly involving ropes and paddles, but it always ended with the Baron's wife slipping inside Alexandria's pussy and fucking her gently with the strap-on. Before she left the princess had been given it as a gift, something to remind her of her time spent there. She thought it thoroughly ironic that she was now going to use it on her husband. 

His eyes were wide open and they didn't budge once from the strap-on, peeking out from under her nightie, as she sauntered back over to the bed. 

"I see I have your attention now." 

Standing at the head of the bed, she reached for her husband's hair and pulled him to her so he was face to face with the object of his gaze. 

"Like it, do you?" With her hand still firmly gripping his hair, she made him nod, like a puppet on a string. Alexandria grinned, exactly the sort of grin that you would expect from a princess who for too long had not been getting her own way. She inched his mouth closer to the strap-on, with a finger easily prying his mouth open, she nudged the head of it into his mouth.

"Now I know you have just enough energy to suck on it... Now come on, if you don't I'll only prolong this game." He hesitated for a moment, and then he ran his lips across her prosthetic cock, ashamedly sucking her off. "That's it, baby. Who's my little bitch now?" She applied pressure to the back of his head. He was taking it all in his mouth now, going up and down on it like he did this every day. 

"That's it. Get it all wet for me. Don't forget where this is going. You're doing this for your own sake too remember."

Eventually Alexandria tired of watching him suck her off, so she popped the strap-on out of his mouth and went around the bed. He couldn't see where she was, but she knew he could feel the bed sag as she crawled on all fours up behind him. She started stroking his thighs with her hands and then with her tongue, getting gradually closer to his ass. She flicked her tongue around the corners of his asshole, savouring his minute trembling, whether of pleasure or the apprehension of what was to come, she couldn't quite tell. It didn't stop her though from slipping a finger inside him; he spasmodically bucked as it drove in, and as she tickled his prostrate, she was certain she could hear him whimper into the pillow.

"You think this is painful? Trust me it's possible to fit quite a lot up someone's ass if you want to, as you allowed me to find out." She said bitterly as she cast her mind back to the Baron's sadistic pleasure at seeing her squirm beneath him, his cock shoved deep within her. 

Quickly drawing her finger out, she lined up the strap-on with his ass, spitting on the head of the cock for lubrication, she took her time pressing into him, knowing full well there was no way for him to escape it. At first his sphincter proved adamant in rejecting her advances, but with perseverance she broke through and sank into him, inch by inch reclaiming, or so she thought, all the dignity and pride she had lost since the beginning of their marriage. She slid into him until the fake balls of the strap-on rested on his own. She took a deep breath and looked down at him, struck right through like a boar on a spit, moving his head back and forth, futilely tried to lift himself off the sheets. She leant down and again whispered in his ear:

"Now who's in charge? You think you're the big man of the castle still? Ha, can you imagine the gossip if they knew you were being ridden by your dainty, O' so submissive wife. Perhaps I should get one of the grooms in here, if I get tired. Order him to have a turn on you, would you like that?" The princess began to rock her hips slowly, the strap-on gliding back and forth within her husband. "Hmmm, you seem to be liking this... I'll take that as a yes, shall I? Alexandria maliciously laughed as she increased the pace, pounding into her husband's ass, venting all her frustration and rage into fucking him. She came all the way out, once or twice, letting him think it was over for a moment, before plunged right back in, thrusting even more vehemently. She saw that he was hard and wanting with all her heart for him to cum in this position, she reached underneath and tugged at his manhood, jerking him off as she fucked him. He came in her hand and she felt his sperm trickle through her fingers. Exhausted, she slowly retreated out of him and rolled to one side. To her astonishment her husband rolled on top of her and pinned her down. She struggled but to no avail, the potion should have lasted much longer, what went wrong, she thought to herself. Her husband with a slight smile spoke:

"I'm sure you're wondering how I've suddenly gained control over all my faculties so suddenly? The truth of the matter is... Well it was all a fraud. The witch, the potion, even you maid was in league with me. I wished you to take control; to exercise some of that power which you have seen me, not to mention the Baron, wield. You could only do so if you were confident that you had some advantage over me, hence the whole intricate get-up. Only with it did I believe you'd have the courage to take the reins. And you did so splendidly, I must say. I've wanted our relationship to be on an even footing from day one, but I didn't want our marriage to descend into an elderly slumber of stale sex and routine motions. And from tonight I get the impression you're of the same mind..."

He tapered off waiting for some sign of agreement, of acknowledgement. Alexandria was speechless as he told her of his plans. She realized that she had been unwittingly guided by him all this time, but hadn't she learnt something about herself during the whole process? Had it not made her a different person, a more well-rounded, adventurous individual? She looked up into her husband's eyes that were seeking her confirmation and not speaking raised her head and locked lips with him... giving him the sign that he had been hoping for. 

The End