12 comments/ 22122 views/ 17 favorites The Spoils of War Ch. 01 By: Curious_Cuddly_Kitten She was young, a beautiful girl who wholesomely enjoyed life; to her people she was simply irresistable. She had eyes that sparkled emerald green against dark, full lashes. Her lips were radiant pink and curved slightly to a natural smile. Prominent cheek bones proudly defined the beauty of her face. Dark blonde hair spilled just below the small of her back as loose strands fell forward to frame her forehead. She boasted long shapely legs, a shorter torso, and subtle curves. She was a petite creature; a day short of her eighteenth birthday. Her name was as majestic as she, Alèna Maranèt Dèsary II, a princess well loved and respected by her country. Her mother was the spitting image of her beautiful daughter as a teen. Though unfortunately, EIísia passed away only moments after the girl's birth. As a single father, Kaidante ruled over their small country with authority and wisdom. ************* Alèna, being the free spirit she is, was oblivious to the serious predicament her father was in. He never wanted to expose his beautiful daughter to a world of war and blood lust and preferred to keep her in a veil of innocence. Alèna wasn't aware at just how much her father sheltered her. She was a passionate, sensitive, and talented young woman and it showed in how she spent her days. In the morning, after breakfast, she sang the songs of her country while she dressed and readied herself. She possessed a beautiful voice supported by a gorgeous tone. After lunch she changed into her leotard and danced the afternoon away. Her pointe shoes were a blur as her body ferociously whipped around and twirled in endless pirouettes. Effortlessly, she practiced leg tilts and kicks that showed off her flexibility. Her aerials and switch leaps were accompanied by a soft, dainty landing. Exhausted, after a fulfilling supper, she calmed herself by playing classical music on the piano. Her fingers moved across the keys with ease and her shoulders followed the movements that her heart felt inside. It wasn't until the next morning, on her birthday, that it all changed... ********* "Father what's wrong?" She asks at the breakfast table. "My dear it is nothing but adult business that you mustn't concern yourself with." A sudden quell of confidence shows on Alèna's face. She takes a deep breath and with a small, troubled glance at her father she blurts out, "I am eighteen now! You don't need to treat me as a child anymore! I can handle anything you tell me!" He raises his eyebrow, "Surely you don't think just because you are older now that you aren't just as innocent? Well you have always been such an inquisitive girl..." He trails off. Puzzled eyes looked questioningly back at him until he proceeds with an answer. "Our small country is in danger..." Her eyes prompt him to continue. He sighs meaningfully and speaks truthfully, "The vast and wealthy empire of Diyoto seeks to expand. Their ways are sickening and unjust. Sadly, although we hoped to remain a hidden country in our mountainous area, Diato's leader Raquinn discovered our whereabouts. They have offered a treaty asking us to sacrifice twenty of our finest women to their country and thus avoid a blood waging war." Her face shows undeniable shock and disgust. "I had never thought my country to be in danger, I am sorry father." She tries to hide her fear before she prompts, "What does he mean by.. - finest women.... why, father.... - why?" The frustration in her eyes hurt him, but he knew he had to go on. "Darling, their wealth is prospered by buying and selling beautiful women into domestic slavery. The market is large and so is the profit.." He wrinkles his nose. "You don't need to know any more." "But.." *********** BOOM! Bang! Bang! Bang! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screams echo in the distant fields.. -Open fire surrounds the blissful country- ************ "Hide Aleena, Hide!!" He screams. Her father grabs his military assault weapon and in an attempt to defend his country hops on his horse to fight off the unwanted visitors. The young girl begins to quiver in fear. An apprehensive stare out the window displays her impulse to run. She paces the room unsure whether to listen or follow her father. "Hide!" Her father's voice echoes in her mind. Unsure of where to hide, she seeks comfort in the dark confinement of her bedroom closet. ********* -Door Slams- Lord Raquinn bursts through the door with his army. "Find her! I want her!" He wanted her in his home and most important his bed. She would be his to fuck and play with all he wanted. He would show no mercy to her dainty pussy while he intimately fucked her. Her kingly father could not save her. His small country would be in ruins and every citizen either sold into slavery or killed. Only this, he thought, will teach him not to defy his lordship. This young woman was a figure of innocence and beauty to her people and he wanted nothing more than lavish the world of sex to her mind. It was common for most of his soldiers to obtain three or four young women, however Raquinn was waiting for the perfect girl. He needed a slave to worship his power and realized that only Alèna, a princèsa, would befit his worthiness. ************* As the soldiers search he palace thoroughly Raquinn comes across Alèna leotards and pointe shoes. He marvels at them as he imagines the girl in such graceful attire. He snaps back into reality when his fellow officers confront him with the struggling young girl, who is now bound together in chains. "Throw her in the carriage and let's go." She screams loudly in protest. Mmmmm he thought. How He did love a girl with fire. He marches out from the small palace with arrogance. He mounts his horse and with the crack of his whip the two begin the journey to Raquinn's estate. *************** She awoke in a warm bed with a collar around her neck and a chain mounted to the headboard. Her heart was racing as she realized what had happened. "I see you're awake princèsa" he drawled. She whips her head in his direction, her large eyes fill with fear. "Oh come on darling there is no need to be afraid as long as you behave yourself." "I would never listen to you!" She retaliated. "Is that so princess... or shall I say pet?" Her face blushes an amazing red as she becomes consciously aware of her restraints. A pause of silence lets the two acknowledge each other's presence. "Let's see if my slave is ready for playtime!" He jumps on top of the bed only to hear her squeal in fright. He steadies himself on top of her and begins cutting away her garments. "Please no! Please... Get off of me!" She struggles violently only to be met with restraint as the collar chokes her. His hand shoots up her long legs and his fingers engorge themselves into her wet, beckoning pussy. She whimpers softly, in fear of the strange new feelings, and unsure of what to do. He comes in reach of her intact hymen and a large grin spreads across his face. He sports a cruel laugh. "You're a virgin! I'm going to have some fun with you pet!" Raquinn hears grandfather clock strike noon and he growls, "but in the mean time I have important business to attend to." He looked agitated. Her whines and small gestures of distress only fires his libido more. He leaves her alone in a large room and she begins to be afraid. **************** Oh how she hated to be alone! It was her worst fear. She feels tears begin to slide slickly down her face and she cries for her lost home. She was so afraid as the night sky began to devour the large room. She bawls wanting any form company. She couldn't stand to be alone. She admits to herself that she might not even mind Raquinn's company; anything was better than this dark, lonely room. ***************** The Spoils of War Ch. 02 Annabell was rather rudely dragged to the west wing of her castle. The halls were all dead, just another sign of how alone her family really was. She felt the familiar pinch behind her eyes and fought hard not to let it get the best of her. She could not show weakness in front of these men, especially not Kaiden. Her first impression of him was not a good one. Yes, he was handsome, dangerously so, but he was arrogant. Anna did not like that about him. She was arrogant herself, but it was more of a pride thing rather than an ego trip. One could imagine how big the ego needed to be to go along with such a giant man. He had to be at least six foot four. He towered over her five foot five. And his body, oh how it made her swoon. If he was anyone but the man taking over her kingdom, her life, she would be very interested in him. He had broad shoulders that ran into hulking arms along with his forearms. She could only think of how defined and chiseled his chest and stomach would be. And that sandy blonde hair... she wanted to run her fingers through it while he was ki- ; she shook those thoughts right out of her head. Since when had an attractive man made her so-delirious? She must have been walking slower than the guards liking because he gripped her arm so tight, she was sure to have a bruise later, and jerked her forward. "Keep up, girl." The guard was practically growling at her. She made a face of disgust, but he couldn't see it. Anna closed her eyes and willed herself to hold her temper. She was not any sort of challenge for him physically, but she could throw some good punches with her mouth if need be. She took after her father that way. He was always giving his straight opinion, no matter what was going on or who he was talking too. Her father. Kaiden had said he had unfinished business with the man, but what did he really mean? Just the mental image of her father sitting in one of the dingy dark cells had her blood boiling even more. She prayed they would arrive at Kaiden's chambers soon or she would surely go mad. She had all this pent up anger she needed to release on an object with no feeling. Like a pillow or a small stool. "Stay in here. No funny business or I will use force. King Kaiden will be in here shortly." His deep growling voice snapped Annabell out of her thoughts. With a quick look around, she had deduced that she was indeed in the west wing of the castle. Also, that they were at the top of the tower that had a single room held there. It was a guest room only used for the most important visitors that came. Of course he chose this room. The guard shoved her in, not so gently, and slammed the door closed. She sighed and straightened her clothing and hair. When she was done, she took a look at the room. Anna had never seen it before and was rather impressed with it. Despite not having guests in a while, the bed was neatly made with no signs of dust or dirt. It was the same with everything else in the room. Clean and tidy. There was even a small fire going. She did a small lap around her prison and sighed. Anna was a free spirit. To trap her in a place like this would lead to insanity, but it would take a while. Being the eldest child she had to come up with her own things to do most of the time. People were always gushing about how pretty Trish was. They used to do the same for her, but when Trish was born, Anna was forgotten. She gladly faded into the background. It simply meant she could do whatever she pleased, and nobody was there to correct her for it. So being trapped in this tower would not be so horrible, as long as she could find something to do. As she was thinking this, she sauntered over to the large window at the opposite end of the room. Her instincts told her to look outside and see what had become of her kingdom. Her heart told her no. Anna followed her instincts, they had always been good to her, and when she reached the window, she gasped. The kingdom was coated in the blackness of the night, except for the numerous houses and other building that had been set on fire. She closed her eyes to fight the tears back, but they would not listen this time. She kept them closed, but that didn't stop her mind from painting a picture in her head. There were people running around, screaming. Others were huddled in alleys with their families while the warriors rode through town, herding people. She could hear the hooves of the horses on the cobblestone. She couldn't imagine how angry her people were with her father and the rest of her family. They had every right to be. Her father had doomed them all, but how? She opened her eyes and almost screamed at what she saw. There was everything she had thought, but in one of the alleys closer to the castle, there was a man with a sword. She knew him. He was the blacksmith of the kingdom. The best for many a mile. There was a warrior on his feet, stalking the blacksmith; he had his sword drawn, ready to attack. The warrior's weapon was much larger and stronger. Those blue eyes were wide with horror at the scene. She turned just as the blacksmith charged and the warrior raised his sword. She knew what happened. Watching it would be useless. She cried with no worry that anyone would hear her. Anna's stomach turned and flipped. Her father's betrayal made her sick. She ran into the bathroom and emptied her stomach in the chamber pot. Her body felt heavy and sticky. She lay there for a few minutes, collecting herself. She rinsed her mouth out with the small basin of water in the room. That taste was just horrible. Then she rinsed her face off and took in a shaky breath. If she wasn't tired before, she was exhausted now. Anna stumbled to the doorway and leaned against it. She was almost to the couch. Anna walked out and sat on the small leather love seat in the corner. There was whole small sitting area there complete with a coffee table. It was also near the fire, which was nice considering it was a cold night. The room was boring, with no pop of color or anything interesting in it. The colors were all neutral, including the few tapestries that hung in various places. With the quiet and darkness of the night, Anna found herself dozing off. She laid down on the tiny couch. It was so small she was forced to bend her knees just to fit. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was the crackling fire dancing in the hearth. **************** Kaiden was now sitting in his new chair, behind his new desk, in his new study. It was an older, more rustic looking room; there was a fireplace on the far wall with the Greene family seal hanging over it. Dark woods and burgundy fabrics decorated the room. The only spots of color were from the various maps hung around the room and the few books on some of the shelves. Aside from its looks, the study was on the second floor of the castle, right beside the library which was so tall it took up two floors of space. Kaiden was especially pleased with the small surprise he found in the room. There was a small opening in the shared wall of the study and library, which allowed you to look down into the adjacent room. He knew exactly what he would use that for. He smiled at the thought of Annabel, sitting in a chair by the fire, reading some book. He would of course be spying on her either through the hole in the wall, or the shadows of the library. He would sneak up behind her, then when the moment was right, would grab her shoulders. He pictured that she would jump and get angry at him, glaring daggers with her captivating eyes. Kaiden would enjoy watching her squirm in her uncomfortable position. And he was betting she would snap at him, just like in the throne room. Oh he hoped she would. At least he had something to look forward to, because he certainly did not want to meet with the girl's father. Speaking of the former king, Andrew was on his way here now. Kaiden could hear the footsteps coming down the hall. He stood up just as the door was opening. He wore his smug "I'm a winner" face. Andrew looked around the room, noticing the few changes that had been made. Such as the maps Kaiden hung. He had waited for Andrew long enough. "I trust that your stay in the dungeons has been well." That only earned Kaiden a glare. He chuckled. Andrew was lead to a chair in front of the desk by Damien. He was Kaiden's most trusted knight and friend. Kaiden sat down and so followed Andrew. Damien walked to the door and stood there, keeping his gaze on Andrew. Kaiden pointedly looked Andrew up and down. "It seems that you have seen better days." He was referring to Andrew's horrible appearance. He was wearing a white tunic and tan breeches, much like Kaiden's. He suspected that it was under his armor. The difference was that Kaiden's clothing looked new, while Andrew's was torn and dirty. He wore no shoes or socks. His face was sunken from lack of sleep and probably worry, which made him look older than he really was. Andrew's long hair was not tied back as normal. It was tangled and greasy. And to top it all off, his beard was a mess and in need of a trim. Andrew gave Kaiden a very serious look. "I know you have not dragged me up here to insult me. You have an agenda." Kaiden nodded. "You know why I came to this place. It is your fault Andrew. You know what I want, and I want it now." He gave a slight nod to Damien, who went into one of the tables, producing a document rolled and tied with ribbon. It was placed on Kaiden's desk. "This is the marriage contract. Sign it." Andrew undid the ribbon and rolled the paper out. Andrew's jaw clenched as he looked it over. Kaiden simply placed his hands in his lap and waited. "I will not sign this." Kaiden was surprised by this, but masked it with a cold stare. "I have signed it; my kingdom's seer has signed it, as has yours. The only thing holding me back is you. My humble suggestion to you would be sign it. I am merely doing this for formality, but other actions can and will be taken." His voice was calm to start, then became hostile towards the end. "No. You have taken my kingdom, my title, my dignity. But you certainly will not have my little Annabel." Andrew's voice stayed calm, hoping to persuade Kaiden. Kaiden stood and began to pace. "You will sign this. Right now." Andrew shook his head and tossed the contract on the desk. "You could have any woman you wish, why my Annabel?" But his question was ignored. "I came here, conquered your kingdom, and stripped you of all you know. Yet, you still defy me. Does your daughter know that you doomed your kingdom because of her? That I have done all this for her?" It was a rhetorical question. "My guess is that she has no idea, and will not be happy to hear that her idol has let his ego get the best of him. You have brought this upon yourself." Kaiden continued to pace. "It was you who broke the betrothal, not me. That is why I am here. But you knew that." Kaiden stopped pacing and stood next to Andrew, looking down on him. "You have two choices; sign the contact and give me Annabel, or I will force Trish to marry me, and make Anna my mistress." Andrew's face went red and his fists clenched. Then he stood up, pointing his finger in Kaiden's face. Kaiden did not flinch. "You cannot do that! It is unheard of!" Damien chose to step in then. He restrained Andrew and Kaiden sat back down, wearing a big smile on his face. Andrew decided to settle down and gave Kaiden the coldest stare he could muster. The two just looked at each other for long moments. Challenging each other silently. When Kaiden chuckled, Andrew jerked away from Damien's hold and grabbed the quill set out in front of him. He signed the marriage in his curvy lettering. Kaiden smiled, "I knew you would see things my way." Andrew was taken into Damien's hold once more and escorted out. He stopped halfway and looked back at Kaiden. "You hurt her and I will find a way to kill you." With that, he was gone. Being taken back to his dark cell. ***************** Alright guys! I hope this one was longer and pleased more of you. This chapter was five pages in word document. I'm not sure how much that will be on Literotica. I know things aren't getting 'sexy' yet. Sorry about that. I'm just getting into the groove of writing and setting up these characters so you have a better idea of what they do and why. So I am stuck on how to end the story. I have a plan mapped out but there is no ending yet. So give me your input and let me know what you want to see happen and I will try to work it in. Hope you enjoyed! -R The Spoils of War Ch. 02 Antoinette woke the next morning with a start. She had been so sure that the events of the previous day had been only a horrible nightmare. But when she opened her eyes, The Master was staring down at her smiling evilly and the collar was still about her neck and chained to the wall. Brilliant mid-morning sun spilled out of the windows to cover the bed. Antoinette saw everything with perfect clarity. After a moment silently bemoaning her fate she thought about her poor, dearest Richard in his cell. Despite the many horrors that Antoinette had endured at least she had spent the night in a comfortable bed. "The sunlight makes your beauty positively, radiant, woman"' said the Master softly as he bent to kiss her. Then he gently stroked his goatee and was lost for moment in thought and continued with, "Hmm. "Sunshine" has a nice ring to it. You are the little ray of sunshine that I captured and enslaved, the fire I must tend and train. Henceforth you name shall be "Sunshine." If you ever utter your former name again you shall be severely disciplined. Is that clear?" "Yes, Master." replied Antoinette coolly. She supposed that it was a bit better than being simply called "woman." She doubted that she would ever again feel like a little ray of sunshine, however. The Master loosed the chain restricting his slave's collar and helped her to a sitting position. The Master was still naked, his huge erection prominent. He removed a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor before him. "Your first act every morning Sunshine will be to service me. Eventually this will be so ingrained into your soul that you will not have to even be instructed to perform. Now get to it!" Antoinette slid off the bed and began to give the Master his desired morning fellatio. An eternity of morning performing this same task came to her mind unbidden. She envisioned the horrible night her husband must have spent and somehow, she found the strength to focus on maintaining her rhythm as she gently cradled the Master's balls. His come did not taste any better a second time, still, Antoinette forced it down her throat and displayed her open mouth for inspection. "Very good Sunshine." stated the Master enthusiastically. "Now it is time for us break our fast, to bathe, then and for you to dress me." The Master rang a bell and a servant entered pushing a small breakfast cart. "Eventually you will be responsible for my meals as well but that is some months in the future. Let us sit at yonder table and dine." Antoinette still felt awkward being naked around strangers. There were never fewer than a dozen guards protecting the Master at all times, not one of them was gentleman enough to camouflage their leers of naked lust. When the covers were removed from the plates Antoinette discovered that her meal consisted of much simpler fare than what was afforded the Master. Her gaze had not gone unnoticed. "You can't expect a slave to dine like a princess, Sunshine. Your meals will meet all of your nutritional requirements. From time to time, when your performance merits it you shall receive a more savory meal. One thing all of your meals WILL include however is a particular extract from a foreign seed that inhibits conception and halts your monthly. Slave children are such a problem to dispose of." Many thoughts raced through Antoinette's mind but the only words that reached her throat were, "Am I to be deprived of children as well?" After a moment the Master replied, "Perhaps not forever. In five or six years, if you have proved fully trainable and compliant I MAY have your womb graced by the seed off one of my elite guards. But that is a conversation for the far future. Now eat every morsel of food or I'll have your former husband scourged!" Even though Antoinette did not currently want children, the realization that even her own fertility had been taken from her was devastating news. It reminded Antoinette that despite the Master's sometimes affable veneer, he was an unquestionably evil man. She thought of poor Richard and realized that his fate was the one thing she could control. Through her submission, the love of her life would live. Antoinette realized that she would never stop loving Richard, she was fated to prolong his life and Richard hers. It was a hideous see-saw ride over a chasm of pain. In his cell, Richard changed out his buckets and wolfed down the simple breakfast which had been delivered. His skin was already crawling with the lice and fleas that covered every inch of his mattress and blanket.The food, simple and bland as it was managed to get his mind off his immediate misery. He contemplated what his wife had no doubt already gone through and concluded that he was better off. Richard need not conceal his hatred for the Master and his foul guards. He somehow knew that Antoinette was not permitted the same luxury. After the breakfast, served cold, even the coffee, two of his guards cuffed Richard's wrists and ankles, hobbled him with short chains and marched Richard into a small stone room. In the room was a superannuated naked woman wearing a headdress of a nurse. Next to her was a tub full of warm soapy water. Under strict supervision, Richard's restraints were removed. The woman said in an authoritative voice, "We are going to do something about those lice and fleas, young man. I warn you now if you don't obey my instructions to the letter I will have these guards bash your skull in. Is that clear?" Richard nodded his head in the affirmative as he gazed at the woman. Her profoundly wrinkled body, with its sagging deflated breasts, flabby belly and snow colored pubic thatch turned Richard's stomach. He would much preferred that the woman put some clothes on, which made him realize why she was naked. Richard entered the tub, grateful for the warmth of the water. It would be the only pleasant moment of the day. "Fleas and lice are attracted to hair follicles, young man. To ease your suffering we are going to remove every hair from your body." The old woman smiled wanly as she wielded a well-honed straight razor. Several hours later Richard realized how expansive the term "every" is. After shaving Richard's face, legs, back and chest, she started on his scalp. Even Richard's eyebrows were sacrificed. Because the nurse could not remove his chastity cage she sprayed a depilatory all over Richard's crotch. The hair removal agent stung like a colony of angry bees and Richard screamed in pain as the nurse laughed. At last she shot bursts of warm water over Richard's manhood, washing away the last vestiges of maturity. Richard gazed into the mirror provided and saw a stranger in the glass. "We will do this again next week, young man." said the nurse as the guards shackled him and let him back to his cell. He felt very cold without his protection of hair and broke out in goosebumps as he struggled for warmth beneath his thin blanket. Lunch was a boring but filling meal which Richard devoured slowly as he tried to convince his mind that it was his favorite meal produced by his personal chef. His body and scalp felt so strange under his fingers and palms. Richard might have gotten through that day without further humiliation, but his guards were not inclined to leave him unmolested. Shortly after lunch a slim, almost pretty brunette was ushered into the circular tower room which held Richard's cell. It was obvious by the way she carried herself and her attire that the woman was a prostitute. A large guard stood just beyond Richard's reach and said, "You are here Antoinette! Pretty little Antoinette, show me how you greet the Master!" Richard stared, his blood freezing in his veins as the woman liberated the guard's penis from his pants and gave him a very skilled and very enthusiastic session of fellatio. To Richard's horror, he felt himself becoming aroused. His stiffness encountered the bars of his chastity cage; sending pain coursing through his body, still, Richard could not look away. The woman took the guard's load in her mouth. She turned to face Richard, parted her lips to display the white man juice, and then winked at the prisoner as she swallowed the cum with a smirk. The guards broke out in a round of applause and another came forward to embrace the girl. "Lovely little Antoinette, What do you do later in the day with the Master?" The woman smiled at Richard and offered her rump to the guard while hiking up her skirt. She was not wearing any undergarments. The prostitute smiled and winked at Richard and blew him kisses as the huge guard took her asshole. Her sounds of orgasmic joy were quite convincing. Enraged, Richard threw himself against the bars while the guards and the girl laughed uproariously. While Richard rained down invective on his tormentors, one of the guards said, "Pretty little Antoinette, show the prisoner what he is never going to get again." Grinning, the woman hiked up the front of her skirt briefly flashing her neatly trimmed pussy. While everyone laughed a second time. One of the guards gifted the woman the stockings and garter belt that Antoinette had worn as a free woman. It was a final small, but carefully calculated, humiliation, and it burst through the last frayed remnants of Richard's defenses. He broke into spasmodic crying. For the Master's foul guards it had been a most successful day. The Master's private bathtub was the largest Antoinette had ever encountered. Large enough for three or four people to occupy at once, it was sunken into the floor of a special room. The former princess had to concede that this luxury outshone anything in her old palace. It was not unpleasant to be bathed by the Master. His hands were surprising gentle as he lathered every inch of Antoinette's fine young body and rinsed her off. The cuffs, fetters, and collar she wore were apparently designed to be worn under water. It was disappointing that these unwanted objects were not removed before she entered the huge tub. Even so the warmth of the water was her first truly pleasant idyll since her enslavement. It was not destined to last. "Sunshine, we need to do some grounds keeping." "What does that mean, Master?" asked Antoinette innocently. "Slaves must be hairless from the neck down, as you are now a slave that means an appointment for you with the razor." Antoinette knew that arguing was useless, but still she uttered, "Is that really necessary, Master?" "That is a foolish question, are you not a slave, Sunshine?" "Yes, Master." replied Antoinette, dejectedly. The Master produced a kind of razor, Antoinette had no idea even existed. Instead of a long, terrifying naked blade, it was shorter and had a guard over the keen edges. Obviously reading her thoughts the master informed her, "I think you will find this preferable to a standard blade. It is an invention of a nearby country, one that shall remain nameless. I promise it will not even nick you." Antoinette discovered that the Master was good as his word as she sat in a special chair in the shallow end of the vast tub as he ran the device over every inch of her body below her collar. It was not without sadness that the former princess watched the master denude her Mons. Antoinette had been very proud of her downy soft muff. Richard had called it their "little nest of love." Her husband had liked to pet and stroke her female fur. "It is like my private little kitten, one only I can pet." He had told her just as often. Those words echoed about her mind, stirring up many difficult to deal with memories and emotions. As she felt the Master part the lips of her sex with his fingers as he tracked down and removed every last follicle of hair upon her sex, Antoinette's mind reeled in a thousand directions at once. Like a final nail in the coffin of her old life, this alteration marked her physically as a slave in a way that not even the fetters, cuffs, and collar had. The Master was gentle, almost loving as he went about his work. This gave Antoinette hope that he possessed a side which was entirely kind. A side that, perhaps, she with diligent service, might draw out from him. Like every hope she and Richard had it was a most unlikely one, but she needed something more than air to cling to. As Antoinette and the Master exited the tub, the captive princess caught a view of herself in the mirrored walls. "It looks as strange as it feel." she silently told her reflection as she ran her hands over the Master's handiwork. Even so, she noted the increased sensitivity of her sex with the hair absent. "A shave by either me or one of my men is now a part of your daily ritual," said the Master very plainly followed by, "While most of your hair will be permitted to hang long and free you must learn the proper weaving of the two slave braids that you always MUST wear. Failure to properly wear these braids is grounds for punishment. Is that clear?" "Yes Master." Replied Antoinette softly. The former princess actually liked the appearance of the braids that subsequently appeared in her hair just in front of each ear. They were not too far removed from those she had sometimes worn as a free woman. It was a shame that instead of being enhancements to her features that she could use to please Richard, they marked her further as a base woman. Even though she was fresh from the bath; the Master next made her skip rope for nearly an hour. Jumping rope had been one of Antoinette's favorite recreations when she had been younger. After a few fits and starts, she found her rhythm and rather enjoyed herself. She was fortunate that her medium sized bust was not an impediment to her exercise. The Master paid rapt attention to her bouncing figure, a fact Antoinette tried to simply accept. The former princess was perspiring heavily when her somewhat enjoyable chore terminated. The Master approached the perspiring woman with a damp towel and mopped off her glistening body. "Most days your exercise will come before your bath, but today your body required a great deal of attention." Something unexpected happened next that greatly delighted Antoinette. The Master produced a bottle of fine and rare perfume and spritzed her with it. The smell was heavenly. "You have been reasonably obedient. Your obedience brings rewards to yourself and your former husband. Now, back to my chambers, I feel a stirring in my loins, afterwards you must dress me" In the Master's sanctum, Antoinette was startled and somewhat delighted by her captor's tongue upon her shaven sex. "When we are free I'm going to grow it back but not before I discover if Richard's tongue feels as divine." she naively told herself. Antoinette felt her woman juices flow and with them the dreaded approach of orgasm. She hated herself for responding to the Master, but somehow, without the same vehemence of the previous day. "What is happening to me?" her confused mind asked. All at once the Master was inside her, his massive organ pumping away with the vigor of a much younger man. Antoinette felt herself drifting away on the wings of orgasm, she screamed Richard's name three times in succession and tried to envision that it was her own husband preforming this wonder upon her with his manhood and not a tyrant she had only discovered the existence of a little over a day ago. As her psyche and soul drifted back to earth to land in the Master's bed, Antoinette felt like the worst woman on the planet. "How dare I enjoy myself while Richard is suffering!" she thought to herself followed by a profound confusion as to how the Master seemed to have such a thorough and intimate knowledge of her sexual makeup and needs. "He seemed to know instinctively the things to do and say to get her to obey." she thought followed by her mind asking again, "What is happening to me?" The Master mopped his brow and, with the same towel, wiped the sweat off of Antoinette's body. While trying to get a handle on which she really was and why she was behaving this way; she dressed the Master in a confused silence. The man's clothes were first class, from his silk undergarments to his expensive suit waistcoat and jacket. The Master instructed Antoinette in her duties with a quiet voice and when it all was over she was still naked and he was fully dressed in finery that she would never know again. Somehow things were easier for Antoinette when both she and the Master were naked. Their shared nudity created a bit of equality between them. Now he was dressed; his vulnerability shielded by a tailored suit and silk cravat. His position of authority was now visible to all and completely unquestionable. Once he was dressed, one of the Master's servants delivered lunch. Antoinette already knew that she had to wait to be recognized and be grateful when she was invited to dine. It amazed and confused her that she fell so naturally into this role the Master had created for her. As the two sat to eat the Master began the conversation by saying, "How would you like to improve your former husband's living conditions?" In his cell Richard had finally gotten a handle on his tears. He felt sure that he was made of sterner stuff but all the evidence was to the contrary. He had been a soldier, and a good one. He was a husband, and a good one. He had been a dutiful son and a loyal brother. Losing everything did NOT mean that he was nothing or that he had nothing. He was angry at himself for breaking down before his guards. A prisoner of just over a day and already he had cried more than when his beloved grandmother had passed away. There were faithful dogs that he loved who he had wept less over. Richard recalled at those times, he thought the world was coming to an end but it never had. "The Master only has as much power over me as I allow him to have." Richard reasoned to himself. He tried to summon the strength he was positive he possessed to become the man he imagined himself to be. But then he would think about Antoinette in the Master's clutches and all of his confidence would leave him. Compounding his misery, every time he thought of his wife, his mind inevitably went to the times together of intimacy. Involuntarily he would become aroused and his penis would swell to the point of excruciating pain in its tiny cage. He had to stop thinking about Antoinette, but he loved her too much to even try. As Richard's tears faded and he tried to collect himself, time and again his mind returned to whatever horror he imagined Antoinette was enduring and he would become doubled over in pain. Antoinette aroused him like no other woman and she always would. Like some diabolical perpetual motion machine Richard realized that unless he drove Antoinette from his mind he was destined to repeat, for as long as he was a prisoner, the cycle of thought, arousal, and pain over and over again. It was enough to bring on madness in the sanest of men, which, Richard realized, was its very purpose. In another part of the castle, the Master gave Antoinette a general blow by blow description of Richard's current circumstances. He spared no detail about her husband being shaved to ward against lice and fleas, how boring his food and how stultifying the isolation. Somehow he managed to avoid mentioning the taunting by the guards and the prostitute. Antoinette's eyes widened in sympathy and her mouth dropped open in sadness. She realized that while she was just as much an unwilling prisoner as her husband, in many ways his confinement was much worse. "Why must you treat him so harshly, Master?" she asked in an appalled voice. "Your former husband is a war criminal. In many ways I am treating him better than he deserves. The courts of many nations would sentence him to summary execution. I am actually extending him quite a bit of mercy. But you have the power to get him a larger cell, decent clothing, a pen and journal to record his thoughts and better food." The Spoils of War Ch. 02 "But surely, Master YOU possess that ability already." "True, but just as he caused many innocents to suffer along with the supposed "guilty"; those close to your former husband must also suffer, or the punishment is not proportional to the crime." Emotions coursed their way across Antoinette's face before she uttered at last, "What must I do?" "It's a simple numbers game, Sunshine. Your former husband receives the improved life I promised you AFTER you have slept with fifty of my men!" Antoinette thought that her heart would stop from the shock. All she could stammer was a weak, quizzical, "Master?" It is going to happen, Sunshine. Either you cooperate, embrace the life fate has dealt you or endure hardship and end up with the same fate anyway. If you cooperate, I will make sure that the men chosen for you are young and handsome and virile. I will order them to be gentle with you and to see to your pleasure. If you cooperate your former husband's lot improves. If you choose the path of obstinacy and non-cooperation, I will select fifty of the most homely and disgusting men I can find. They will be instructed to take whatever they want from you to use you any way they see fit. If you do not cooperate all that happens is that you have fifty miserable experiences and your former husband's lot does NOT improve, in fact I will increase his discomfort!" Antoinette gasped, "How can you be so cruel, Master?" "On the contrary, Sunshine," replied the smiling tyrant "by offering you a series of pleasant experiences, I am treating you far better than a woman of your status merits. Pleasure slaves ordinarily have no say in how they are used or to whom they are given. There is absolutely NO reason why I should be considerate of you. I would prefer to be even more brutal with the man who was once your husband, tying his fate to your actions is actually quite generous on my part. Few men would be as sensitive or as gentle with either of you, were they in my stead." Antoinette gazed up at the master and med his hard black eyes. "How is it, master that the "choices" you offer me have very little in the way of choice? Obviously there is only one possible answer; but fifty men!" "Should be relatively easy to handle; especially for a vigorous young woman like you. Five men a day for ten days and your former husband's sufferings ease. We can begin tomorrow, in eleven days both you and the man who was once your husband will have a brand new outlook." "Master, I will do as you ask but only for the sake of my husband, I assure you that I shall derive no pleasure whatsoever from my duty." "I think you will recall those words a bit differently at the end of the ten days. But enough talk, I have a desire for you anew." Antoinette would end up stripping and redressing the Master three more time this day. Antoinette could have sworn that she was not in the mood, yet her captor, brought her to climax each time. The Master's love was a dominant, unchallenged sort. With a start Antoinette realized that if the Master continued to take her with this same intensity, in the not too distant future, she might not be able to recall her many intimacies with Richard. And after she fulfilled her obligation and fifty more men stood between herself and Richard in her memory, would she forget him entirely? In a way that Antoinette did not grasp previously, she understood that the Master wanted to destroy the love that she and Richard shared! "He wants our souls!" she thought. Antoinette took a long look at the tan line on the third finger of her left hand. When time eroded the line that marked the former location of her rings, would she even be able to remember that she was once a wife and a princess? It was all so confusing and so overwhelming. She had to try to give Richard a better life she told herself, "Even if I become someone else entirely, our love must never die." In bed that night the Master held her tight in his strong arms against his bare chest. Despite his apparent vulnerability, Antoinette rejected and notion of trying to harm him. Several of the Master's ever vigilant guards stood close by the bed, eying her warily. If she tried something it would only end in failure and would no doubt result in serious punishment. Antoinette just knew that not just she would be punished and whatever punishment was meted out would come down much harder on the man she loved. Antoinette had a difficult time sleeping. Her mind was bustling with activity and confusion. On the one hand she was afraid of the process that would begin when the next day arrived; on the other hand she wanted her husband's situation to improve as quickly as possible. "My main value to my husband now is between my legs." She thought. That thought led her to try and recall every good time she had spent with Richard. She recalled her fevered hands on her honeymoon, practically tearing off her husband's dress uniform. She recalled the first blush or embarrassment at being naked in front of him to the amazing revelation of her first orgasm with a partner. Before her captivity, Antoinette had believed that she and Richard were so perfectly matched, that no other man could satisfy her. It had taken the Master a single day to demonstrate that that was not true. "Is it possible that Master knows me better than I know myself?" she thought bitterly. She looked at the scared goateed face of the man who called himself the Master. "Does he already know what I will be like in ten days' time? Does he even now, dream about what I will be transformed into?" Into this roiling pot of turmoil she at last drifted off to a night of confidence robbing dreams. The Master shook Antoinette awake from the slumber she had at last tumbled into. He freed the chain from her collar and encouraged her to perform her morning obligation to his erect penis. Dutifully Antoinette's succulent lips kissed the length of his large member. She took each of the balls in turn into her mouth and kissed the length of his tool until her lips formed an O and her head began bobbing back and forth in regular rhythm. Antoinette thought of Richard, elsewhere in the castle, and the enormity of the task ahead of her. Today and the ensuing nine would all be worth it if it brought the man she loved some comfort. Perhaps her efforts would give strength to both of them. Though physically apart from Richard, Antoinette still considered herself part of him. She was sure that whatever her sins, her husband would forgive her. After all would he not do the same thing for her? Antoinette's mind drifted upon that river until she felt the organ in her mouth throb as its owner tensed. Only after she had taken his wad into her mouth did Antoinette realized that if the Master already had men lined up to do his bidding, he must have had a very good idea that she would agree to his terms. "This man seems capable of reading my most innermost thoughts." she realized, somehow that made the semen in her mouth suddenly taste that much worse. After an hour of skipping rope and then a bath and shave given by the Master in a standard sized tub, Antoinette and her enslaver sat down to breakfast. The Master wore a robe and signed some forms an aide brought in before he permitted her to sit. Her meal was a substantially more pleasing this morning. "You need a good meal to maintain your strength, Sunshine. You will be working through lunchtime. Once we are finished eating and you have made your morning toilet I will escort you to your service room. I have need of my sanctum; I just cannot vacate it for ten hours." "Master, this is very difficult for me. What am I expected to do?" said Antoinette coolly. "Obviously you will be expected to obey these men as though they were me. However these men will be informed that you are a new slave and will be encouraged to accommodate you where they can and give you pleasure, if you are willing to accept it. Still today, and for every subsequent day, you mouth, your sex, and your asshole are open to all. Pleasure slaves are expected to be submissive, yet enthusiastic and smiling always. I don't want to hear bad reports such as crying, sadness, complaints or disobedience. Is that clear?" "Yes, Master." replied the former princess. Inside she was terrified, but her hands betrayed no tremor as she arraigned her slave braids. "I must do this for Richard." she thought silently to herself trying to find the internal strength to perform the hardest task so far of her young life. Still, along with the fear was a curiosity about the men she would encounter. She hoped that they were indeed considerate of her. It would make things much easier. Antoinette also realized that some deep part of her hoped that the men were handsome and strong. That realization again made her wonder how a complete stranger like the Master could know her so well. Shortly after breakfast, the Master led her to a smaller room. It appeared much larger than it was because mirrors covered the walls and ceiling. Through one alcove was a small bathroom. There was a clothing rack and a very large very comfortable looking bed. On a table some bottles of wine, goblets, and a loaf of bread. Despite her trepidation Antoinette focused on the words of the Master. "You shall not leave this room until you have fulfilled each day's quota. The men will knock on the door and you will enthusiastically open it and greet them with a kiss. Then you must offer to undress them and inquire of them what they would desire. After the men have finished and dressed once more you will have a short while of relaxation and contemplation before your next caller arrives. If you think that you can buy these men off or give them less than what they ask for, keep in mind that they will be interviewed. You are a pleasure slave now, Sunshine. If you do not behave like one any agreement between myself and you regarding your former husband is forfeit." What the Master did not tell the young woman was that the walls of the room were honeycombed with hidden observation lairs and one way mirrors. The Master had business to attend to. He had to remind himself to not focus on breaking his prize at the cost of his operation. After he had seen to his business of purloined information and secret alliances he would return, via secret entrance, to see how well his new toy was performing. Men he trusted would be observing while were not present. He would not miss the initial caller however. Antoinette heard the door close and lock behind her. She had no idea when her first "caller" would arrive. She took a long look at herself in the mirrored wall. She tried to envision the princess she knew. Instead she observed a slim, dark haired, pretty girl, clad in nothing aside from her cuffs, fetters, and collar. Those, the slave braids and her shaven sex, demonstrated to the world that she was a woman with no destiny of her own. The soft light of the room played off her body, enhancing her beauty. For the first time in her life, Antoinette wished that she was ugly so that none of the men who arrived would have any desire for her. But she knew such transformations only occurred in fairy tales, this was the opposite, a nightmare from which she could not awake. To calm her nerves, she poured a goblet of wine and drank a healthy gulp. The warm feeling of the liquid drove away a bit of the ice water in her veins. The room was so quiet Antoinette could almost hear her heart beating. The knock on the door was like an artillery barrage. Antoinette forced a smile to her lips, strode the few paces to portal, and threw open the door. When Antoinette spied the man young man who entered the room, she thought her eyes were playing tricks upon her. The handsome Lieutenant looked just like her Richard! It took the former princess a moment to realize that the hair color was slightly different, and that his strong handsome face, while very similar, was not Richard's. Antoinette immediately understood that the resemblance to her husband could not be coincidental. This was a test; a very cruel one. Summoning all of her reserves, Antoinette embraced and kissed the tall lad. The sandy haired officer kissed Antoinette back with an intensity that caused the young former princess to lose her breath and her composure. After the kiss she stared at him dumbly for a half moment before she said, "Welcome, my name is A ... Sunshine and I am for your pleasure." The man smiled at Antoinette, eyed her up and down, and replied, "Sunshine fits you. Help me out of this uniform and then I will have some suggestions for you." Antoinette greatly liked the man's charming smile, it was comforting somehow. The former princess put on an air of pleasant submissiveness as she reached for the brass buttons of the military tunic and gently began to part them. The body under revealed under the uniform was more finely muscled than Richard's. His cock, which Antoinette realized was only the fourth one she had ever seen in person, was quite nice. The Former Princess fell to her knees and began to perform fellatio upon the fortunate young officer. He allowed the woman to take him to the cusp of climax. The man was young and virile but preferred to deliver his load inside a woman's sex or anus. Gently he instructed her to lie on the bed. Her lips and her sex both looked inviting. The desire of her eyes seemed to want more kissing so the young man bent his head to meet hers. "This woman did not kiss like a pleasure slave." He thought. Neither did she look like one. He wondered why a woman this beautiful was not being kept as the personal mistress of some rich man, not knowing of course that in a sense, she already was. The Lieutenant kissed his way down her body until he arrived at her sex. The woman tasted divine and was amazingly responsive. The officer kept at his task until the slave orgasmed. The delighted Lieutenant watched the passion dance across the beautiful slave's face. While she was still panting and breathing heavily, he slid his manhood into her moistened box. The tightness of the woman was a pleasant surprise. It did not take him very long to bring himself to the point of release once more. With a grunt and a sigh he came deep within the compliant slave. For her part, Antoinette wondered how her play acting had suddenly become something authentic. Was there something about this handsome young man beyond his physical similarity to the man she loved that brought out this side of her? If it was not this young man's attributes, was there something deep within her that the young man had loosed? Antoinette contemplated both questions and decided that she did not like the answer to either one before the orgasm overtook her. From his secret vantage point in the rafters above the bed, the Master masturbated furiously to the tableau beneath him. That the woman once known as Princess Antoinette was a first class slut there now could be no doubt. The rest of his plan would fall into place without a single hitch. Softly he addressed the aide next to him, "Sunshine will embrace a whore's life, losing herself more and more with each new man, all the while convinced that she is committing acts of sacrifice to preserve her marriage and save her husband. Richard, the vermin, will live out his days in constant turmoil mixed with arousal about what his wife has become. Every benefit he receives from this day on will be a nail in his heart because he knows it will have come through his wife's pussy. He cannot criticize her for loving him and he is too weak a man to live long in squalor and filth. Very shortly, when I permit them the see each other, he will actually encourage her to further debauchery so that his living conditions improve once more. He will hate himself for doing it. He will hate her for loving him, but the House of Mauria does not produce men. Ultimately he will despise his very flesh, yet I will compel him to continue living. In time, to have any kind of sexual release, he will be gladly be her pimp and she, out of devotion, will become his willing whore. What a glorious victory!" The aide next to the Master smiled and said in an equally soft voice, "There are so many reasons why you are called the Master, boss!" Below them, the young man was holding the woman close; kissing and stroking her while he waited for his tool to recharge. He wanted to take her gorgeous ass before he had to return to duty. The woman's kisses were soft and yielding. Her slim, toned body felt like some exotic animal in his arms. The young officer realized that he was in the presence of a most gifted whore. His letter of gratitude to the Master would be quite effusive. The woman's beauty inspired a faster than normal sexual recuperation for the sandy haired marine. On a small bedside table sat a large vial of lubricant. The Lieutenant collected a generous amount and ordered the pleasure slave to assume the proper position. On all fours in the middle of the bed Antoinette found herself strangely enthusiastic. She had always enjoyed anal sex and was quite curious to see if this young man, who so resembled her husband and had already demonstrated that he was an adept lover in other aspects, was as skilled at taking her ass as the man she loved. Antoinette pondered why she was not more emotionally in knots. Part of her understood that she should be upset and wearing only a false smile. That she was something bordering on elated with a genuine expression of glee greatly confused her. The last thing she wanted to consider was the possibility that the master was correct; that pleasure slave WAS her proper station in life. All of the evidence was pointing in that direction however. Antoinette knew that she had always enjoyed sex. She had assumed that was because she was an especially content wife. Yet, if that were the soul reason for her sexual contentment, why had she responded to the Master and why was this dashing young man having such an effect upon her? She wanted to slap herself. She wanted to give herself a stern talking to. She wanted to behave as the Master's put upon victim, but she was having too much fun to do any of those things right now, for the lad was proving to be even more talented than Antoinette had hoped! After, Antoinette had redressed the young officer; the two sat and sipped some wine. He was very thankful and was also quite complementary of Antoinette's beauty. She found respite in his words. Antoinette imagined what would have happened had she fought against the Master's will. The image of her abused by an ugly, selfish man came to mind. The former princess understood that she had made the right decision. "Richard would not want me beaten or abused, even if I must degrade myself." She rationalized. The word "degraded" repeated itself a few times in Antoinette's mind. Was what she experiencing really degradation? According to how she had been raised, unquestionably. "Then why can I not summon anger?" she asked herself. Like any good hostess, Antoinette allowed her "caller" to talk primarily about his own life before it was time to for him to go. Antoinette walked him to the door, graced him with a very light kiss and shut the door behind his tall form. In a mix of satiation and confusion, she sat down upon the bed and contemplated herself in the mirrored walls. Before her mind could contemplate her situation for very long there was a second knock on the door. Antoinette did not notice the slight skip in her step but she was aware of the feelings of curiosity and anticipation that flowed through her as she neared the door. The man awaiting her was a bit older than the Lieutenant. He wore a major's cluster on a uniform that Antoinette had never encountered before. Judging by the cut of the tunic and its adornment, the former princess concluded that the man was not a military commander, but was probably some sort of intelligence officer. His hair was coal black, his eye crystal blue, his skin fair, and he had the manliest chin. Antoinette slid into his arms and received his powerful, yet sensitive kiss. The Spoils of War Ch. 02 His penis, when revealed to the light, was positively huge. Neither her sheltered childhood, nor her previous experience had led her to believe that male organs came in such large dimensions. A rather vague memory came to mind of a ribald story she had once heard two maids exchange. Now she understood what their laughter was about. The man was not much of a talker but he was exceedingly polite. He lay in the bed and nibbled at Antoinette's clitoris while the former princess set to work on his cock. The man had supreme control. He came at the same time Antoinette did. In her passion most of his seed fell upon his pelvis, which did not seem to bother the Major at all. He held her close and sang a song softly to her between an abundance of kisses and an excellent massage. When his manhood entered her sex, the sensation was overpowering. Never before had Antoinette has so many orgasms in succession. Not long after the man had lubricated her anus. The sensation of his rod pumping away drove away nearly every memory of previous sessions of anal. Antoinette tried had to hold on to night she had surrendered her virgin asshole to Richard. She managed to retain it but it was now a glow worm in her memory, while the Major was a blazing bonfire. She realized that alteration should have made her sad, but somehow it did not. She clung close to the major, the rest of their time together. With sadness Antoinette at last dressed him before collapsing in his arms and accepting several deep sensual kisses. When he was gone, Antoinette looked at her reflection and asked herself over and over "What kind of woman am I?" Her third "caller" was s giant of a man., fully a head taller than the Master and a head and a half taller than her Richard. Dressed like a civilian, Antoinette had no clue as to where the Master had found him. This man enjoyed picking Antoinette up and she felt like a rag doll in his arms. His strength was phenomenal at one point, while lying on the bed, he held her aloft with one arm. His torso and stomach were knots of muscles and Antoinette took great delight in running her tongue over his firm and abundant abdominal muscles. The sex was very nice but all Antoinette could recall about the man moments after he had finished was his overwhelming strength. The fourth man entered Antoinette's chamber as the giant was leaving. Of average height the only word that the former princess could summon up to describe him was "pretty." Beyond handsome, Antoinette at first thought she might be seeing things and that he was an illusion. He looked like the prince charming of the fairy tales that Antoinette read as a child. Not ruggedly handsome, not chiseled from marble, not matinee actor dashing, but just what an adolescent princess would create had she the skills of a wizard. It seemed almost a shame to undress the man, as his clothing was as fine as his features. Naked he was no less disappointing. Proportioned like an angel, he would not have looked out of place cast in bronze and standing in a museum. To Antoinette's surprise, he was a bit tentative at first. It was as though he knew how to look the part of a lover but not what to do once he had won the maiden. When at last he realized that Antoinette was there to please him and not the other way around, he seemed to catch fire. He became demanding, not rude really, but rather like one afraid a window of opportunity would suddenly vanish, and he needed to act quickly. When Antoinette preformed fellatio upon him he purred like a kitten and later made little contented noises when she mounted and rode him. He exited Marionette's room more quickly than the others, leaving behind, if possible, even more questions than his first appearance at her door had generated. Antoinette used the small bathroom, had some wine and ate several large slices of bread while she waited, what she realized would be her fifth and final "caller" of the day. She knew that she would have much to think about once this day terminated. She had serious pangs of guilt when she thought about Richard in his small cell. She pushed that thought away. She was going to change his living situation. "You are a terrible woman for enjoying yourself this day. Your hardships are nothing compared to those of the man you love." she told herself bitterly, still she could not erase the smile that she had been wearing for most of the day. "What are you, REALLY?" she screamed in frustration at the woman gazing down at her from the mirrored ceiling. And then the fifth man arrived. Old enough to be her father, were he still alive. The man had an air of class and distinction about himself. Dressed formally, he referred to Antoinette as "Miss." His body seemed far younger than his face. Trim and fit, he was obviously an exercise enthusiast. By far the most polite and solicitous of her appointments he made sure that Antoinette was comfortable before he made any request. Quite talented at giving all forms of sexual pleasure, Antoinette felt like he was gently tutoring her, which he was in such a kindly manner as to be invisible. He was not unlike Richard's father, King Otto. Antoinette had always had something of a crush upon her father, a fact she had never admitted, even to herself, until this encounter. With a deep and elegant kiss of her hand, the man exited the room. Antoinette made her way to the bed. She sat on the stained sheets, and then threw the covers over herself. She felt the seed of five men slowly seeping from her body. Taking stock of herself, recalled each man in turn and then tried to recall her many times with Richard. She felt some consolation in the fact that he was not entirely lost to her memory. "There are far worse ways to spend a day." was her last thought before she drifted off to sleep. In his cell, Richard had had a long and difficult day. The shaving of his body had not deterred the lice and fleas from assailing him. Richard looked at his mattress. What relief was shaving when his bedding literally crawled with parasites? Ugly pink welts covered his body and his skin was raw from his scratching. His guards had ridden him all day. Richard had broken down just once. His tormentors had chained him to his bars and introduced a very pretty naked blonde woman into his cell. Apparently she was one of the guards' wives. The woman ran her hands over Richard's body until he was painfully erect in his tiny chastity cage. The woman then produced a ring bearing dozens of keys. "If pretty little Antoinette finds the right key, she will suck your cock!" The guards said mockingly... While his penis throbbed in agony against its own tiny prison, the woman winked at him, and in agonizing ritual lasting hours, she tried every key on the ring. Of course none of the keys liberated him. The woman was so pretty and her touch so gentle that Richard was hard the entire time. When the last key also proved futile; a mock frown crossed the woman's face while the guards yelled in sarcastic sympathy, "Oh, so sorry. Perhaps pretty little Antoinette will find the key tomorrow, if not there are hundreds more to try!" That had broken the dam and the guards took great delight in his tears of frustration and humiliation. Sometime later the Master stopped in to gloat. "Is there anything you require, vermin?" he asked. "Yes, my name, my freedom, and my wife!" "Vermin IS your name, you are free to be anyone you want in your cell and you have no wife." "Go fuck yourself!" "Actually I have a very sweet little brunette to take care of that. You may remember her." "Leave me alone, you scumbag!" cried Richard in reply. "Save your breath, Vermin. I'm here to inform you that because of the efforts of the woman who was once your wife, you may be moving up in the world." "What do you mean?" asked an appalled Richard. "Let us just say that because of her enthusiasm with some men of my acquaintance your sufferings will be eased. She is quite eager to see your lot improve. Why she loves you as she does is a deep mystery. Clearly she's never seen the whining, moping side of you that materializes in the face of relatively minor hardships." "Leave her alone!" bellowed Richard before he flung himself at the bars while the master laughed contentedly before he turned and left the room. Antoinette did not know how long she slept before the master gently shook her awake. She did know that she felt profoundly different and was physically, quite hungry. "You have done well, Sunshine. Come dine with me and you can tell me all about your day." The meal set before the former princess was first class, worthy of her prior station in life. She savored each bite as she shared her perceptions of the day with her enslaver. "It was nowhere near as horrid as I imagined, Master." "Don't by coy, Sunshine. From what I understand you rather enjoyed yourself today." "Of course I did not enjoy it, Master. I could never betray my husband by enjoying the attentions of other men." said Antoinette defensively. "And yet that is exactly what you did." The Master watched Antoinette flush with embarrassment. And he tried to lighten the mood. "There is no shame in what you have done, Sunshine. You are a highly sensual woman, responding to kindness, gentility and passion. Those men were mirror images of you. Would you have been happier today had the men been obese pigs who crudely used you? Of course not, Sunshine, you are not cut out to be a martyr." Tears welled up in Antoinette eyes as she said sobbing, "It seems so wrong. Me enjoying myself while my husband battles fleas and lice. Me having intimate relations with men while my favorite part of him is in its own prison." "His crimes are greater than yours. Would you prefer that I lock you in a tiny cell, naked, hairless, clad in a chastity belt for the reest of your life?" Antoinette's downcast eyes at last met the Master's. "Off course not, but I SHOULD be miserable in sympathy with my husband." "Says who? Your marriage is over. His suffering should no longer be your concern," "Master," gasped Antoinette, "Richard will ALWAYS be my husband!" "You are the only one that believes that. You are a pleasure slave, as such you cannot marry. You are property, MY property as a matter of fact. The sooner that you accept that fact the better you can adjust to your new status." "Master, I LOVE Richard. What I did today was for his good." "I'm sure that you feel that way," replied the Master softly, "Your efforts WILL result in an easing of your former husband's living conditions. I am a man of my word." "If that is true, Master, I will gladly endure more days like this." "Now we are getting closer to the truth. Which man was your favorite?" Antoinette startled herself by being quite forthright with her captor. For the next several hours she recounted her emotions and experiences of the day. The Master did not miss the inner fire that seemed to emit from his slave as she recounted her moments of ecstasy. The Master amazed that the fact that she was a natural whore, never seemed to enter into Antoinette's thinking. "In only a few days, she will never be able to reclaim what she once was." he thought to himself. "That she is complicit in her own enslavement will never occur to her." After dinner, the Master took Antoinette on a walk of part of his castle. Before they started out, the Master produced a whore's cloak for the former princess to wear. In the red satin robe and hood, the only things visible were her cuffs, fetters, collar and slave braids. Antoinette understood the significance of the garment, but the chance to cover her nudity was too enticing an offer to turn down. It was refreshing to see more than the Master's sanctum and her small service room. Of course she still drew stares, but now, at least, every eye was not appraising her naked form. "Just because I wear the robe, it does not mean that I am actually a whore." she thought, trying hard to convince herself that it was the truth. Upon returning to the Master's sanctum undressing and making love to him seemed inevitable. The Master did not even have to issue an order. He simply removed and hung up her robe. Already, Antoinette was seeing her relationship with the Master as different from the others she had experienced this day and the ones she would endure when the sun returned. That she kissed him with the almost the same passion as she had Richard, Antoinette was oblivious. The next nine days passed in a whirl for the beautiful former princess. Each new man was a first encounter that left an impression on her soul. Antoinette was startled to realize that while much was lost in a general haze of pleasure, she could remember tiny details about each man. The angle of a nose, the cut of his pectorals, a scar on his groin. Under the onslaught, Richard faded, but Antoinette's convinced herself that he was he only true love and that none of these men, no matter how much she may have enjoyed their company, would be anything she could have affection for. On her fifth day, when she would meet her twentieth through twenty fifth callers, the Master announced that he had "a surprise"for her. When Antoinette answered the door each time she was stunned to encounter men with very black skin and woolly hair. All were mercenaries from the far southern realms.. Among them was a set of identical twins who entered the room together and took Antoinette as though either they were one person or that she were two women. Antoinette was penetrated from both front and back at the same time. Each of the five men were amazingly gifted lovers. Antoinette felt supremely wanton after the last of the mercenaries left. Before that day Antoinette had never so much as spoken to a black man. The novelty an intensity of their love completely disarmed her. The rest of her day she could focus on nothing else, being distracted even when her duties were over and she should have been attentively serving the Master. For this particular night the tyrant was not bothered that his pet was distracted. This was just the state of mind he had hoped to instill. He came to see this day as the turning point in his breaking and training of his slave. From this point on, the woman she had been began to alter into the woman fate, and the Master's manipulations, had destined her to be. From his secret spy nest, the master watched delighted as Sunshine focused on only two objectives, to see to the needs of her "callers" and to see that her desire for pleasure was sated. The Master was well aware that by the end of her tenth day, she climaxed far more easily and far more deeply than she had on her first day. The slut, which her upbringing had suppressed and her marriage had barely exposed was no longer confined. The Master noted the extra spring in her step, the inner glow she emitted, and her increased passion in every phase of love making. On the tenth day, shortly after her final assignation, she and the Master sipped champagne, Antoinette was allowed to raise a toast to "My beloved Richard." After both had drunk a bit the Master asked, "Would you like to see your former husband's new accommodations?" "Oh yes, Master!" In her scarlet whore's cloak, the Master led her to a different part of the castle. Beyond the portal of a barred room she found her husband. Their eyes met as each silently appraised the other.. Her appearance shocked him. Seeing her clad in the whore's cloak was a punch in the gut. Part of the sting was the realization that he could see no part of her, save her hands and feet. The loose robe hid the curves that Richard ached to spy. Almost from the first moment of his imprisonment, his mind had been very active trying to memorize every curve of Antoinette's body. He had hoped for a refresher course. Hardest to take, ironically, were the slave braids. With the rest of her glorious hair concealed by the hood, Richard realized that his only view of her was the same as if she were a passing common streetwalker. The sudden realization that she was becoming a common streetwalker for his benefit was almost too painful to contemplate. As much as it pained him he could not disparage the results. He now wore a linen shirt, khaki pants and leather moccasins. He had a real bed free of vermin, a desk, writing paper and even a tiny barred window. The hair on his scalp was just growing back. He still wore his chastity cage beneath his pants but he felt more like a member of the human race. Antoinette was ordered to stay beyond Richard's reach and Richard had been instructed, prior to her entry, not to use his wife's name. "Honey!," he shouted at last. "Hello, Richard Darling! How are you doing?" "Better than I was." "As you can see," interjected the Master, "I am a man of my word, your efforts, Sunshine, have not been for naught." Richard and Antoinette stared at each other, there was so much that they wanted to say to each other that they ended up saying nothing. Richard felt like a heel for enjoying his new housing situation but his relief and been so abundant that all he could feel only a shameful gratitude. He had a hard time meeting her eyes, yet he could not stop staring at her. Her face was angelic, and she seemed lit with some sort of inner fire. Richard understood at once, that while this was still his beloved Antoinette, she was no longer the woman he had married The Master studied Richard carefully. His thorough understanding of human psychology quickly grasped that Richard would acquiesce to virtually any behavior on the part of Antoinette for further relief, Richard's subsequent behavior could have been charted by a blind man in a fog. "Vermin, how would you like to receive a blow job from Sunshine here?" The former prince's eyes lit up and a hopeful expression crossed Antoinette's. "What must I do?" asked Richard weakly. "A small thing really, Sunshine has entertained fifty different men to give you the comforts you now have. All you need to do is to encourage her to entertain another one hundred times and her sweet, succulent lips will be permitted to encircle your manhood until you come. I think I can be amenable to letting you have relief every time your former wife passes the century mark." Richard gasped. His mind was a sharp as ever, he understood that the Master was taking his wife away from him one cock at a time, but beneath the khaki trousers, his manhood swelled to the point of agony in its small cage. "I can't go to my grave without enjoying one of Antoinette's blow jobs once more. I'll demand my execution afterwards." he thought to himself. Yet even as he convinced himself that he would live for just one more moment of happiness with the woman he loved, future blow jobs appeared over the horizon like tempting oases in the desert. His eyes finally fixed upon Antoinette's He read agreement there as well as something else, perhaps anticipation? Softly Antoinette subtly nodded and at last the words reached Richards throat, "Would you do that for me, Honey. Please!" "Of course, Darling. I love you, I would do anything for you." A short time later Antoinette and the Master filed out of the room containing Richard's cell. As they strode along, the Master placed and arm over Antoinette's shoulder as the slim pretty woman asked, "Master, must it be completely new men? Perhaps those black mercenaries could call again, or that giant, or the sandy haired Lieutenant." The Master smiled broadly as he listened to the woman who was once a princess express the desires of a most uncommon whore. In his cell, feeling like the worst being in the universe, Richard collapsed into tears. Even as he wept however, he knew for certain that he really really wanted those blow jobs.