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Princess Ransom

By: Wifetheif



King Gustave sat with his military advisers, it was no secret that the war was about to turn badly against his country. The reports were unanimous, in no more than a few weeks the Hartshore lines would collapse, allowing the troops of the enemy Juriland to sweep in for victory. But before that happened many thousands of King Gustave's troops as well as a large number of enemy forces would die.

King Gustave raged. Much of his anger was directed at himself, how he and King Julius had blundered into war was scandalous. What had begun as a matter of personal honor became a conflict that was wasting precious lives on both sides. Gustave had always considered himself an enlightened leader so the current situation was a profound embarrassment. Still, he could not simply declare victory and recall his troops. For King Julius the war was a nuance as well. He had made tentative overtures for peace. To Gustave a peace with honor was far better than eventual defeat. Under a banner of truce the two met at a border town declared neutral by both sides. 

King Julius, tall, distinguished looking and wearing the grin of a man who knew he held a winning hand entered the meeting room. The town hall had been turned over for the negotiations. King Gustave had arrived first, he tried not to wear a glum expression but failed. Accompanying King Julius was his second son, prince Adam. He was a younger, handsomer version of his father. Gustave's sons were all at the front. Adam wore a military uniform as well. Gustave believed that the knowledge of his heirs remaining behind to fight would reflect well upon him and would impress his rival, King Julius. 

The mediators made sure that proper protocol was followed before the two rulers sat down across a wide table from each other.

"Gustave, your excellency, we both seem to be in a spot of trouble, don't we? Of course your troubles are currently greater than mine. We could be here all day but I want this stupid conflict to end. Here is my proposal, We will seek no land and no tribute, in exchange one member of your family shall enter into my household as a symbolic ransom for the lives of the men on both sides who otherwise would have been lost." 

King Gustave reeled. Symbolic ransom was an antiquated tradition. It simple terms it meant that a member of his family would be publicly reduced to a level below even that of the lowest peasant, collared and sent to serve as a slave in the royal household of a rival kingdom for the rest of their life. On the one hand, it would bring the war to an end immediately, on the other hand someone that he loved would be placed into the basest form of slavery. It was a bitter pill and a pyrrhic victory at best.

After collecting his thoughts King Gustave replied, "Fair King Julius, surely there must be some other way?"

"Certainly good king Gustave,' replied King Julius," this war could continue to rage for weeks or months costing both of our nations the lives of valuable men and draining our treasuries. I know that you are an intelligent man and a noble ruler, you abhor the loss of life and wealth as much as I do. We both know that I will soon have an insurmountable advantage. Since I was, technically, not the aggressor of this conflict I am willing to take the high road. Certainly one life, not even forfeit, in bondage, is preferable to thousands of dead men."

"Fair Gustave, do you REALLY want to face the widows, the sons and the daughters of the men who will assuredly die? What will you say to a grieving mother when she asks you why you did not accept my current proposal? Are you prepared for defeat? Do you truly desire to be driven from your throne and have to spend the rest of your life in exile? This mercy I am extending you is beyond fair." 

Gustave consulted with his men. His counselors favored the proposal. The majority of his generals also saw the wisdom of King Julius' offer. Gustave returned to the table.

"I accept your offer. I will serve as the ransom."

"No." stated King Julius flatly. "We have no interest in you serving as ransom, you are an old man set in his ways, we want someone young whom we can train. We want someone with assets that can be exploited. No King Gustave, you and your people would learn nothing if you served as ransom. Your people expect it. It might give you satisfaction but it will not assuage your citizens who have already lost sons and brothers and fathers to war. They are continuing to die even as we speak. No my friend, the penalty has to sting. If this thing is to be done your daughter, Princess Elle, will become the ransom for your people."

King Gustave paled. Elle was his youngest and his favorite, she had just come to majority and was one of the most beautiful women in all of his kingdom. "No, not my angel!"

King Julius gazed icily across the table at his rival. "She is of age, is she not? Let us explain the proposal to her and let her decide her fate. I am willing to initiate a truce until we hear from your enchanting daughter. Surely she will see the wisdom of saving thousands of lives with her own."

As king Julius spoke, King Gustave could not help but notice the evil leer on the face of prince Adam. Gustave, filled with disgust, placed his head in his hands and wept. 

Back at the palace Princess Elle listened to the proposal of King Julius.Her father and a representative from the kingdom of Juriland explained in graphic detail what would be expected of her. Elle knew that she could not permit the truce to end and hostilities to return but the cost to herself was nearly incalculable. She would never get married, she would be humiliated in the extreme and her life would essentially end right now in her eighteenth year. She would be property, to be used at the whims of her captors for the rest of her life. She had been given a week to make her decision.

Elle visited the front where the brief truce was still holding. The nature of war was a painfully eye opening experience for the sheltered young princess. She saw the horrible weapons of war. She met some prisoners of war and spent many hours talking to the recuperating wounded of her own nation.. One particular young man remained seared into her soul. He was her own age and rather handsome, they had struck up a rapport as they spoke. From his cot the young private explained to his princess how he had come to lose his sight and one of his hands in battle during a futile assault on the Juriland defenses. 

Elle realized that this boy's old life was over before he had even had a chance to live. Elle realized that if she could prevent just one other soldier from ending up in a similar situation or worse, than her service, as horrible as it might turn out to be, would still be worth every moment. With steel resolve she sent word to her father and the Juriland representative that she had made her decision in the affirmative.

Her father wept a second time on hearing the news. Conversely troops from two separate nations cheered themselves hoarse.

Elle's final week as a princess before she had to report to bondage was filled with activity. All around her stated that they would try to give her a wonderful, memorable time, a source of solace for the hard days to come. Elle was a practical girl however, and wise beyond her years. She told her father, "Sire, the memories I have as your daughter will keep me strong and remind me of who I am once I have become a slave. One more week will not add to those memories. I would prefer to spend the time saying goodbye to my family, you. mother, my brothers and sisters, and the people of our nation." 

King Gustave stared at his daughter, She was tall and well built, with long brown hair that cascaded down her back, a row of freckles across the bridge of her nose betrayed her young age. Her eyes were green and luminous, her countenance was an intoxicating mix of his own and his wife's features, she was by far the most beautiful of his three daughters. King Gustave realized that if not for his own blundering, the wondrous creature before him could have been an empress or queen of a nearby nation and adored by her husband and adopted country. Instead she would be reduced to the basest existence. King Gustave took his favorite child into his arms. For her sake he forced himself not to weep, but his grief was profound. 

While those around her tried to talk her out of reporting for duty, Elle's mind was made up and her determination iron. The first few remaining days of her freedom she spent, distributing her many gowns and jewels to her two older sisters. The dresses would have to be altered, but would look just as beautiful on her siblings. For one night she and her sisters had a slumber party, laughing and enjoying each others company as they had done as young girls. Things turned serious when talked switched to sex. Unlike her sisters, who were experienced with men, Elle was still pure. With dread Elle realized that her maidenhead would be just another trophy for her en-slavers. At the same time Elle was supremely interested in all things having to do with sex. Of late her attention had been captured by the handsome faces and attractive physiques of her honor guard or even of civilians she met during her day.

She knew, in theory, what a naked man looked like but she ached to see one with her own eyes. She envied her married sisters for being in on a secret Elle knew nothing of. Knowing that she would be deflowered, Elle pumped her sisters for information as to what to expect. 

Her sister, Helga, encouraged Elle to seduce one of their honor guard, "There is no reason that those Juriland bastards should get your innocence as well!"

"No." replied Elle, "they want me as I am now. I must honor my vow."

Her two brothers returned home from the front, over a formal dinner she said farewell to these young men and military officers. Since her brothers had always been her protectors Elle extracted a solemn promise from each of them that they would not try to exact revenge; for she was becoming ransom willingly. Both of her brothers, even stubborn crown prince Karl, at last agreed to honor her wishes.

There was time spent with a priest receiving absolution from future sins, a final ride and hike around her favorite spots near the castle and a quiet dinner with her mother and father. The sadness during that dinner was palpable. Even Elle was in tears by the time the final course was served. All too soon the week ended.

Ransom day arrived clear and warm. A fine spring day. The actual ceremony would be held in neutral territory, as the ancient tradition demanded. The same town hall where King Gustave had met King Julius was prepared for the ceremony. Elle rode in a carriage opposite her parents. Her father and mother held hands and wore sober expressions. The ride passed largely in silence. Everything that had to said had already been uttered. 

In the town hall, Elle, her parents, and their retinue marched into the main meeting room through a line of soldiers from both kingdoms. They were in their finest dress uniforms and stood on either side of the door, creating a tunnel for the royal parties with their sabers raised high. The sight of the uniforms reminded Elle again of why she was preforming this duty and it filled her with renewed resolve. 

The party from Hartshore took their appointed seats. A short time later the Juriland entourage arrived.

King Julius wore a proper serious expression, but his companion, Prince Adam looked just like a fox in a hen house. Gustave wanted to slap the insolent smirk off the brat's face. If not for a reassuring look from his daughter, King Gustave would have called the deal off then and there.

The ministers of state from the respective nations called the meeting to order and the scribes of both nations began to record the proceedings. The moderator, from a third, neutral nation, selected to make sure that every step of the process was properly followed began to speak.

"We meet here today to put an end to war and to replay an ancient tradition. It is my sincere hope that at the end of these proceedings King Gustave and King Julius will see the wisdom of maintaining peace. It is my understanding that a ransom for lives of the soldiers will be offered today?"

Princess Elle rose to her feet and said, with only a hint of betraying emotion in her voice, "Aye honorable moderator. I, Princess Elle of the kingdom of Hartshore, offer myself as ransom for the soldiers on both sides of this conflict."

The moderator was taken aback, customarily it was a prince who was given as ransom. However there was no law that the ransom MUST be male. After gathering his wits and breath the moderator began to speak again.

"And who receives this ransom?"

Prince Adam was on his feet, "Honorable moderator, I Prince Adam, crown prince of Juriland will receive this ransom."

There were gasps from the audience which had gathered to watch the proceedings. The nature of what was to follow was paramount in the minds of all present. After graveling for silence the moderator addressed his next question to the ministers of state, ''Is this ransom in according to the wishes of your respective nations?" Both ministers gave their assent.

"Then these proceeding shall continue," Stated the moderator. "Come forward Princess." 

Elle paced the short distance to to the slight dais just to the right of the moderator. She looked stunning in the last gown she would ever own. The green fabric hugged her bodice nicely. Long green gloves and a white stole completed the outfit. Atop her head, Elle wore her royal tiara. The diadem was her only jewelry, In all respects, her beauty was ravishing. as calmly as possible she awaited the moderators next words.

"Do you Princess Elle, hereby surrender your title and all claims or pretense of royalty. Do you further agree to take a place lower than the least citizen of either Juriland or your former kingdom. Will you accept the collar of slavery and a life that is not yours for as long as you shall live?"

Elle gazed at the gathered crowd, she looked at her parents and at the soldiers of both nations. With a lump in her throat she replied,

"Yes honorable moderator, I answer affirmative to every question."

The moderator allowed some time for the portent of the moment to filter throughout the room before he announced, "Will you receive this ransom, Prince Adam.?"

Prince Adam strode forward to face Elle, "Yes honorable moderator, I shall."

"Then Prince Adam, do what must be done." stated the moderator.

Prince Adam eyed the woman before him. Up close she was even more beautiful than he had previously believed. It would be sheer bliss to have this intoxicating creature at his beck and call for as long as he wanted.

"Slave," he said to a blushing Elle, "Why do you wear the garments of a free woman?"

This was the part Elle dreaded the most. It was an essential component of the ceremony and could not be avoided. The ransom's debasement must be public and total for maximum impact for all involved. Elle had requested that her lady in waiting be present to assist her. The request had been granted. Elle saw her friend hasten to the front of the room and curtsy before Prince Adam. She extended her arm and Elle removed the stole from about her shoulders and handed it to her lady in waiting.

Next came the long green gloves as Elle withdrew first her left hand and arm and then the right. She handed the gloves to her lady in waiting. All that remained for the young princess was embarrassment. Elle stood at attention as her lady in waiting stepped behind her and unlaced the stays of her dress. With as much grace as Elle could muster, she pulled off and stepped out of the striking green dress.

Prince Adam along with all of the men in the room as well as many of the women drank in the loveliness of the former princess Elle, clad, now in only a corset, step ins, stockings a gater belt, and shoes. Her tiara still nestled gorgeously in her dark brown hair. Her ample chest was enticingly compressed by her silken corset. Adam knew that he would have so much fun with his new slave. He was glad that he had strapped down his penis, otherwise his bulge would have belied his intentions and eliminated the serious air of the proceedings.

"Continue" Prince Adam said simply. 

Silently Elle indicated to her lady in waiting that she should loose her corset. Nervously, the young woman fumbled with the stays of the former princess's corset. It seemed to take an eternity until the last stay was freed. Despite her embarrassment, Elle gracefully slid the garment off of her slim form. Princess Elle's magnificent breasts were exposed to the open air. Elle's father, King Gustave cringed, but not before he noted that his daughter's breasts were every bit as beautiful as her mother's had been decades before. The cool air of the room caused Elle's nipples to become erect.

Thoroughly red with humiliation, Elle removed first one shoe and then the other. Without stopping in between she began rolling the silk stockings off her long and limber legs. Her feet were dainty and well formed. Seeking to get the inevitable over, Elle quickly unhooked her garter belt and withdrew her step ins. Lastly she handed her tiara to her lady in waiting. For a moment she stood, arms at her sides, her naked glory fully revealed.

Prince Adam was utterly rapturous at the sight. Her body was lithe and enticing in all parts. A light dusting of freckles across her chest matched those gracing her nose and cheeks. Her flat tummy held an attractive navel and her brown bush was nicely trimmed. Caught up in her beauty, Adam nearly forgot to proceed to the next step of the ceremony. At last He produced a collar and stated a simple command to Elle.

"Slave, assume the position of supplication. and lower your head."

Elle, swallowed the last remnants of her pride and placed herself in the required manner. She was on her knees, legs apart, hands behind her back with her chest thrust forward. When Elle considered how this position must look to the assembled crowd and the shame it must be causing in her parents, Elle was glad that she was facing the ground.

Presently Elle heard Prince Adam step forward, Out of the corner she spied his uniformed pants leg. Elle noted that Prince Adam was not uncomely. Under other circumstances she would have considered him dashing. Elle felt the prince's touch as he parted her hair and slid the collar in place. Elle was surprised by his touch. In addition to being gentle there was an inherent power in his caress. The closest she could like it to was when, she was younger and a traveling magician had used some device that generated sparks to make her hair stand on end. It was thrilling and mysterious at the same time. The sensation of Prince Adams fingers as they probed her asshole and pussy, on the other hand, was quite shocking, still Elle knew that such a minute inspection of her intimate parts was to be expected.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard Prince Adam stay, 

"Rise slave."

Elle felt the weight about her neck as she rose to her feet. After wiping the tears from her eyes she noticed that Prince Adam was holding a simple, homespun robe open for her. Elle placed one arm and then the other n the rough robe and fasted the attached belt. She was startled to notice that it exposed much of her legs as well as the tops of her bosom. Adam placed some sandals on Elle's feet and fastened a leash to Elle's collar. Gently, he impelled her to step off the dais. 

The key to the lock on Elle's collar was broken in half by the moderator, symbolizing the eternal nature of the one time princess's service. Immediately after the destruction of the key the moderator intoned the ancient ritual,

"A ransom having been offered and accepted by the waring parties; it is the pronouncement of this body that war between Juriland and Hartshore is at an end. Let no man attempt to revoke the work preformed this day, lest the ransom's life be forfeit."


Princess Ransom Ch. 02



The warm spring gave way to a beautiful summer. Elle never got tired of the view out of the prince's windows. It was something even a slave was permitted to enjoy. Three months had passed, the green trees became fuller and fruit was budding in the castle's orchards. Elle realized that she had changed a great deal as well. She awoke, naked, in the arms of her enslaver. She could not deny her passion for Prince Adam. She loved just about everything about her tall blond captor. He had in fact been a gentle teacher, slowly, carefully explaining what he wanted. Her initial resistance to anal sex had cost her a few nights in the cage but now, sodomy was second nature to her.

As she had been diligently taught, Elle lowered the covers and began fellatio on Prince Adam. Every morning her breakfast was her master's seed. By now she was used to the bitter taste. It was tolerable as long as breakfast with real food was not far away. Of late the prince had begun to call her "Pet." Elle preferred it to the simple "slave," a word which still rang harsh upon her ears. Prince Adam awoke with a smile and began to gently stroke the hair and face of his beautiful slave. She had evolved over the past few months and the prince was proud of how he had broken her in.

"Good morning, Pet. Take as long as you need."

Elle did not have to work her lovely mouth and lips up and down for much longer before the prince came. Elle chocked down the viscus fluid and returned the princes smile. She thought that knew how this day would play out. Like so many over the past few months, she would make a simple breakfast while the prince had his toilet, then the two of them would eat. This was usually followed by exercise. The Prince would wrap, Elle's chest and allow her to don a pair of step ins while the two were put through calisthenics with the royal guard by their captain. Elle was not expected to keep up with the soldiers, but the prince was displeased if, at the end of the workout, his slave was not bathed in perspiration. Following this the prince and his slave bathed and it was razor time for both of them. Usually this was followed by Elle at last permitted to don a robe while she was instructed by a maid in how to cook, mend and clean clothing and maintain order in the prince's room. 

Elle was proud of the few simple meals that she was now proficient in and in how well she kept Prince Adam's uniform and boots. She never tired of dressing and undressing the prince. She reflected that her captivity could have been far worse. She was still not entirely adjusted to the casual nudity her role often required. For a young princess who had been taught that too much exposed ankle could be scandalous the brief attire she was permitted simply could not cover enough. Every person she met from the maids to the black smith wore more clothing than she was permitted. After all these months she still dreaded the stares of the men, and quite a few of the women, she met every day

Some times were better than ever. During her first week a male doctor had examined her. He was gentle and respectful, he treated her like a woman and not a slave. The doctor pronounced her in excellent health with most likely a very long life ahead of her. The diagnoses was not a surprise to either Elle herself or the prince.

On the other hand her examination by the slave assessor was as degrading as possible. He placed his fingers in Elle's every orifice, poked and prodded her and had her assume the most humiliating positions while he determined her fair market value. Elle felt that his fingers lingers upon her breast rump and sex far longer than necessary for the man to perform his job. It took all of her willpower to not complain loudly to her prince during her degradation.

The slave assessor presented a figure to Prince Adam, which brought a huge smile to his lips. While he refused to tell Elle her value he did tell her, "You are VERY valuable, slave. Now I know how much to insure you for." Elle's soul was stung with a profound realization of her new status when she realized that the prince had not bought a life insurance policy for her. It was a simple property policy. To her horror, Elle was told that she would have to be inspected and valued every two years. Elle most assuredly did not want the foul slave assessor handling her again, but she knew that she was powerless in that area.

This day did not go according to Elle's vision, however. After Elle dressed the Prince in his uniform and she had donned her robe he took her aside to peak quietly to her. 

"Pet, I have been called to active duty for the next month."

"But the war, Master." began the former princess

"Pet, the peace between Juriland and Hartshore is firmly in place. Your service is not in vain. No It is my unit's turn to try and arrest a band of smugglers and bandits who are penetrating our southern border. They have been killing citizens of my country if they do not immediately turn over their wealth and property. They are equally pernicious and bold."

Prince Adam then stroked Elle's lovely face and said, "While I am on this month of active duty you may not reside in the castle. Later today I will escort you to the slave barn. I am afraid that you will have to live there until I return. You will not have to work the fields with the other slaves however. I will have Janny, the maid, fetch you every day. You will continue your instructions in cooking and domestic skills in one of the out buildings and Janny will find other ways to keep you occupied." 

Elle's mind had difficulty absorbing this news. "Master, is there not some way I can remain here?"

"Sweet Pet, even the powers of the second in line for the throne are limited when dealing with slaves. I will pay the slave master a bonus to ensure that you are not molested in any way. I will explain to him very forcefully that if anything happens to you, I will nail his testicles to the nearest wall. Have no fear, my first order of business when I return will be to retrieve you."

For one of the few times since she had become a slave, Elle wept loudly and piteously. Prince Adam held her close until her tears dissipated. A short time later he made love to her. The sweetness and gentility with which the prince took her, made Elle realize that the prince really did have feelings for her. 

It was near dusk when Prince Adam escorted his prize possession to the slave barn. Zad, The slave master was a huge bestial man who reminded Elle of a slime lizard from her home country. He eyed her up and down, making no effort to hide the lust in his eyes despite the presence of the prince. Zad listened to Prince Adam's threats of retribution but the fire in his eyes never dimmed as he continued to gaze at Elle. The former princess became very fearful. Her heart was in her throat as Price Adam kissed her and then walked slowly away. Elle knew better than to call after him.

When the Prince was out of earshot Zad croaked, "My you are a pretty one. Listen well if you want to keep your looks. You may be the Prince's favorite but as of now you are just another body occupying my barn. The rest of the slaves will be returning from the fields shortly. You all get grub and I toss you naked into the same cell as the rest of the women. In the morning you and your fellow slaves will get a shower. I will expect you to pick out a shaving partner. Under my supervision you will shave each other then you get dressed and have breakfast. While the rest go off to the fields you will go with the maid. I am sure that the rest of your fellow slaves will resent your special treatment. I will try to prevent them from getting reprisal but I am just one man and can't keep an eye on all of you at once. Once my slave drivers are finished their work of having the slaves tend to the fields their day is done. At night its just me. I will extend you no special treatment. I am liberal in the use of the lash. If you do not want your pretty flesh to bear my mark you had best be obedient and not utter a bit of complaint. Ahh, here come your fellow scum."

Elle turned her head and saw the square formation of slaves being marched to the barn. Elle was stunned. The youngest of them was at least a decade older than she. The men and women were uniformly harsh looking. Both the men and women were scarred. Elle thought the women were looked especially hard. Elle could tell that some of them had been pretty, once. The men wore short pants and shirts, the women were dressed as Elle herself was, in robe and sandals. All of them wore identical slave collars about their necks. Elle realized that she was just like them, only better treated. 

"All right scum!' shouted Zad as the forlorn looking humans entered the barn. "This slave will be staying with us for the next month. She is a favorite of Prince Adam so HANDS OFF! Any of you perverts try anything and I make a change purse out of your balls. Now line up for grub." 

Elle took her place in line and was handed a bowl of stew, a roll, a hunk of cheese and a flagon of wine. With the spoon she was also issued Elle began eating while trying to ignore the stares coming at her from all directions. She noted that her fellow slaves ate with a single minded determination. She realized that all of them must be very hungry.

Elle emptied her bowl and sopped up the remains with her roll just as the others had done. Elle knew instinctively that standing out from the pack would cause her problems. Elle washed her face and brushed her teeth with her finger before filing into line. The women entered their cell first. Zad stood at the entrance of the large cell and watched as each woman disrobed and hung her clothing on a peg in the wall. All had to squat and cough in front of Zad to prove that they were not carrying contraband before they were permitted to enter the straw filled cell. Elle flushed with shame as Zad's eyes toured her naked body. The cough and squat was especially humiliating.

Elle heard the bars of the cell close and lock behind her. She took a look at her surroundings in the rapidly fading daylight. Elle estimated that there were twenty women sharing the cell. The straw was clean and vermin free. One corner of the cell was the designated area to urinate and defecate. Elle was still getting her bearings when she herd the cell door to the males slaves shut and the doors of the barn close. The darkness was near total. The light of Zad's lantern was the only illumination, giving an eerie glow that barely lit the cell.

Elle tried to make herself comfortable in the straw. Suddenly a hand clasped over her mouth. 

"Shush, sweet thing." a voice whispered in her ear. You need someone to sleep with you to keep you warm it gets mighty cold in this barn. Now just let us get comfortable."

Elle felt the warm softness of a naked woman press down upon herself. The hand was removed and replaced with a pair of lips. Elle froze with fear. Her mother had told her stories about women like this!

"Sweet thing," the voice said, "you best kiss me back if you know what is good for you." 

Elle thought about calling for help, but she feared Zad at least as much as she feared the female form pressing against her. Suddenly Elle became aware of other figures squatting nearby. Knowing that cooperation was the path of least resistance, Elle returned the kiss the next time the lips were placed against hers. It was far less unpleasant than she had feared. 

After an unknown time spent kissing the virtually invisible stranger, Elle heard, "That's more like it hon, now just lie back and I'll give you some happy dreams."

Elle did not know what to think as she felt the woman's lips encircle each of her nipples in turn. Then she felt a soft tongue enter her shaven sex. It was clear by the way the woman preform cunnilingus upon her Elle that she was a very experienced woman. Elle closed her eyes and imagined that it was her prince Adam preforming her favorite thing from their times together upon her. The orgasm caught her completely by surprise.

"Quiet down!" yelled Zad. It was the last thing Elle heard before she drifted off to troubled sleep.

Elle awoke the next morning to the sound of keys in the lock of the cell She took a look at the woman in her arms. She was shorter than Elle had suspected and older. She had to be nearly forty. She had short red hair and was rather slim, Elle noted the whip marks across her naked back. Presently the woman stirred, gazed up at Elle and said. "Good morning, honey. Tonight you can go down on me." The woman followed this comment with a wink.

A stunned Elle found her feet and joined the line of women exiting the cell. Elle was startled to discover that there was no partition between the male and female showers, it was first come, first served. Elle shivered and felt beyond naked as she waited for a shower head. Elle could not help staring at some of the other naked men and women about her. She had never seen a man's privates shorn of hair before. Elle decided that she actually preferred it. Without the hair the male organ looked less like a snake that had just ventured into a bird's nest. Women however, should keep their glory, she though, it added mystery to a woman. 

One of the younger female slaves volunteered to be Elle's shaving partner. Arraigned in groups of five 

Zad eyed their work, The women had to work fast. Elle sometimes shaved Prince Adam's face so she was able to maintain the torrid pace when it came time for Elle to shave her partner. The rough spun robe, as brief as it was, never felt so good on Elle's skin once she was permitted to get dressed. Breakfast was simple but filling fare. Elle did feel a bit guilty when she watched the other women march off as Janny came to claim her. 

Janny was nice but business like. There was no small talk as the maid instructed Elle. Elle thought about her fellow slaves sweating in the hot sun. It was difficult to focus on the job at hand but Elle did feel pride when Janny praised the quality of the new meal the former princess had cooked. 

Elle's month in the slave barn was revelatory. She understood her unique status. In Juriland slaves were almost exclusively convicts. Their crimes were serious but not notorious. One of the younger male slaves had been driving his delivery wagon drunk when he rode into a group of children crossing a street. The death and serious injury of several children had resulted in the man being sentenced to 

twenty years of slavery. All of the slaves had an expiration date to their service. All except Elle. Even if it was fifty years in the future, if the slave survived, they would die a free person. Elle would die a slave and would be buried in an anonymous grave. This realization filled Elle with sadness.

Elle's status as a ransom had somehow made its way to the slave barn. (Elle suspected that Janny had been the source.) The fact that Elle had entered slavery willingly to save lives of men she would never meet caused her fellow slaves to respect her. They were kinder to her from that point on. Even so, she had to learn to perform cunnilingus and submit to the groping of the female slaves, even during her monthly. Elle, more often than not, ended up in the arms of the red haired slave who had claimed her during her first night. When she had been free her name had been Beth. She became a slave after it was discovered that she had paid a man to kill the a rival woman for the affections of another man. Her attempts at escape had both extended her sentence and given her the livid whip scars that now adorned her back. Elle did not especially like servicing women but she did like that cunnilingus did not end with the foul taste of semen in her mouth. Elle realized that complaining about the way was being manhandled would be counter productive. Because Elle, cooperated, the women protected her from the male slaves.

The hard and scarred men took delight in staring at Elle. Only the very clear threats from Zad kept their hands off of Elle's body. The female slaves made sure that Elle was never left alone near a male slave and they tried to shield her nakedness with their own bodies whenever possible. By the end of her month Elle had slept with all of her fellow female slaves. Some just wanted to hold her close. Others expected more. Elle went along to get along, knowing that the men would do far worse things to her if they ever got a hold of her. 

Elle tried to keep track of the days but failed. Her time melded into into a steady progression of showers, breakfasts, toil, dinners and forced lesbianism. Janny found plenty for her to do even if it was an entire day spent polishing and endless number of shoes. 

One morning, like an answered prayer, Prince Adam arrived to claim Elle. The former princess ran to her adored Prince's side. Only then did she notice that his left arm was in a sling.

"Master! You are injured!"

"It is both nothing and yet something of great importance." Prince Adam bent down to kiss his beloved slave. "Come, Pet, we have much to discuss."

Back in the Prince's quarters Elle was surprised to find another soldier. He shared her Master's rank. He had thick red hair and a rather handsome face.

"Pet, this is Roger Duken. He is the man I have mentioned many times. He is my best friend. We do not often have leave at the same time. This is a rare exception however. There is something I must share with you."

Elle took a seat between the two men and gazed up at Prince Adam. He began to speak, 

"Pet, While we were largely successful in capturing the bandits I lost four good men and took an arrow to my shoulder. It started me thinking. If something were to happen to me, you would, by law, be offered for sale to the highest bidder. However, if I will you to someone else, I will have some way of ensuring that you are well treated and have a relatively nice life. Roger here comes from a very wealthy family. He and I have very similar temperaments and tastes. It most likely will never happen, but I AM a soldier, Pet and I must think of the future. I am just about to alter my will, transferring custody of you, in the event of my death, to Roger. Because I am a generous master, I want to make sure that you are happy with the decision as well. I will sleep elsewhere tonight. I want you to obey Roger as you would me. If you please Roger, and just as importantly, if Roger pleases you. I will see that my will is altered, in the unlikely event of my death."

"But Master. .. I thought we..." 

"We will, Pet. It is just postponed a day."

Elle drank this information in. She had hoped that the prince would keep her only for himself. Elle realized that that was a naive hope. As a slave she really had no say in who she slept with. Her body no longer belonged to her. She took a long look at her Master's friend. While his looks were totally different, Elle decide that he was just as handsome. The three people spent the day together. Prince Adam was very sweet to Elle. The slave made lunch, anxious to show off what Janny had taught her. Roger and Prince Adam were effusive in their praise of Elle, newly expanded culinary skills. Prince Adam was quite solicitous of Elle, embracing and kissing her often. After the three had spent most of the day together, Elle realized that she very much liked Roger. He had an endearing sense of humor and told such fascinating stories. For dinner, Prince Adam ordered from the main kitchen in order to give Elle a break, The three talked and chatted. Finally, late in the evening, Prince Adam placed Elle's hand atop of Roger's and quietly made his way out of the room. 

Roger and Elle looked at each other. Elle shrugged and Roger kissed her hand. "Adam had told me all about you. I know that you are no ordinary slave. I am sure that this situation is awkward for you. I am NOT your master but I am an officer and a gentleman. Come sit on my lap." 




Princess Ransom Ch. 02



Large butterflies filled Elle's stomach as she rose from her seat and slid onto Roger's lap. The former princess offered her upturned lips. Before he kissed her however, Roger asked.

"May I call you Pet as well?"

"I would prefer it Master." Elle replied before their lips met. Roger's kiss was strong and sweet. Elle realized that she had worked up a hunger for a man after her month among the female slaves of the royal grounds. Where the desire came from was a mystery to the former princess but as clearly as sunrise Elle knew with absolute certainty that she desired Roger's flesh. She wanted him inside her. Elle followed the lead of the young captain and relaxed fully in his arms.

Roger's uniform shirt followed Elle's robe to the floor. His hot breath on her breasts and the teasing of his teeth and lips elicited the wonderful warm feelings in her loins that Elle had come to covet. Both She and Roger were breathing heavily as Roger picked up Elle and carried her to the prince's bed. Elle took a moment to gaze at Roger's naked torso. He was a bit more heavily muscled than her prince and his skin was paler. His bare chest bore only a few wisps of hair. Roger's face flushed and Elle realized that this man's desire matched her own.

She helped Roger out of his boots and pants and took his manhood into her mouth. From observing the male slaves Elle understood a truth that one of her sisters had told her. "Naked, all men may look alike but not two are the same in all respects." Though Elle was not especially experienced she thought that Roger's Penis fit very well in her mouth. Elle had intended to bring her new partner to climax but Roger had her stop while his tongue explored Elle's sex. Elle was not imagining things, Roger was the most talented giver of oral sex that she had ever encountered, even better than some of the gifted women in the slave's barn and far ahead of her prince. Elle began to moan and Roger slid his manhood into her sex. Gently The young captain rocked in and out of Elle. Her orgasm was the most intense she had ever experienced. She felt it in every part of her body. Elle was sure that the ecstasy would pour out of fingertips, like some magician's conjuring trick.

Twice more Elle and Roger made love before Elle drifted off to one of the sweetest night of slumber since she had entered slavery, In delight she wrapped herself about Roger. He would make a wonderful Master she thought just before sleep entrapped her mind. For the first time Elle did not wonder what would befall her if Prince Adam were to pass away or if he were to tire of her.

Prince Adam's face was the first thing she saw the next morning as her Master gently shook her awake. Before Elle could say anything the Prince placed his finger on her lips.

"Shhh.' he said quietly, "I could tell by the expression you wore in your sleep that Roger pleases you. His face reveals that you pleased him as well. I need know NOTHING else from your time together."

A short time later Roger began to stir. The two male friends communicated wordlessly for a moment before Roger arose and pulled on his undershorts. They allowed Elle to rest for a little while longer before Prince Adam held her robe open for her and ordered her to make breakfast for all of them. Elle watched her prince initial his new will. That was the only incident tied to the previous evening's sexual idyll. Price Adam and Roger talked about many things as they laughed and joked over Elle's rather tasty meal. The one thing they did NOT talk about was Elle.

The three spent the rest of the day together. Elle was so happy that she laughed even when she did not understand Roger and Prince Adam's many private jokes. For one of the few times of her captivity Elle felt valued and of merit. She was sad when an urgent message arrived at the castle recalling Roger to duty. Prince Adam had her kiss Roger goodbye and Elle was truly disappointed in seeing him leave. Once Roger had gone Prince Adam sat Elle on his lap.

"In the future, when I am called to duty while Roger has leave I will send you to his home rather then that awful slave barn, Would you like that Pet?"

Elle completely sincerely replied, "I would like that very much, Master!"

"I am glad that you two like each other" replied the prince. "I feel that Roger's destiny and my own are linked in many ways. We went through the academy together and we each made rank rapidly, we drive each other and sharpen each other. He is the finest man I know. Certainly he has been a better brother to me than my own flesh and blood. My brother, Crown Prince Rudolph, has always looked at me as an annoyance and bother. I joined the Royal Marines because he is in the Royal Navy. He will be insufferable as king."

Prince Adam stopped short, realizing that he was being too free with his conversation. "I trust that you will NEVER repeat that, Pet!"

"Repeat what, Master?" Replied Elle, smiling mischievously. .

Later Prince Adam took Elle on one of their favorite walks, through the royal botanical gardens, Prince Adam told the stunned slave that she had the day off. 

"You have been a very good student, Pet. You have worked hard. If you wish, you may sleep alone this evening"

"Oh, Master, I would miss your strong arms about me while I slept, Thank you for thinking of me but my desire tonight is to be taken by you. My month at the slave barn was not pleasant. I desire YOU, Master. Being with you makes my slavery more tolerable, enjoyable even."

Prince Adam kissed his beaming slave. "What a shame," he thought "That she can never be free. She would have made a remarkable wife." 

That evening, Adam did what Elle asked for sexually instead of insisting on his own demands. After dining on Elle's sex until she came, and then making love with Elle on top, the slave surprised her Master by asking for anal sex.. Once the two were thoroughly spent, Prince Adam held Elle close and told her, "While we can never be more than master and slave, Pet. I want you to know that I feel great affection for you. You are the most remarkable woman I have ever met."

Elle's deep green eyes met the blue orbs of her Master and she replied with what was in her heart.

"If it were allowed, Master I would shout to the entire world that I love you."

Both people having said what was on their hearts. They continued to stare at each other letting the words circle about their minds and souls. Then, realizing that the words they had just spoken could never again be uttered aloud, they snuggled close to each other and fell into blissful sleep.



Princess Ransom Ch. 03



Even after several months Elle could not get used to the massive nude portrait of herself that now adorned Prince Adam's bedroom wall. The artist had been very skilled. To Elle it was as though though gazing into a looking glass, only many times larger. Elle estimated that the painting was four times as large as herself. Posing for it had been a respite from her constant labors. The result however caused her mixed emotions. The artist had finished in time for Elle's first anniversary of servitude. It had been Prince Adam's gift to himself in honor of the occasion. She had to admire the result, still ... Elle gazed at the huge woman, the smile was hers, the collar was hers, the long legs and pert breasts were hers, her naked sex was exposed in all of its glory. Even the pattern of freckles upon the bridge of the nose and the alabaster chest matched Elle's. The likeness was so true it was unnerving.

Prince Adam adored the painting, "This way your beauty will never fade, Pet."

Sadly, Elle realized that before too many more years of toil, she would begin aging beyond her natural years. The painting, in that way, haunted Elle. It reminded her constantly of the finite nature of her existence. After unveiling the portrait Prince Adam and Elle had enjoyed a quiet evening. Elle tried not to think of the time spent as the first year of an impossibly long prison sentence but it was hard to see it as anything else. Prince Adam was generally sweet to her but she was still property. With the picture preserving her youth forever, Elle imagined that the Prince would find some way to dispose of her once her looks began to fade.

She was truly grateful when her prince was once again called to active duty and she was sent to Roger Duken's huge and utterly charming home. For one thing the unnerving portrait of herself was absent from Roger's room, which brightened Elle's mood immediately. Roger was beyond kind to her. He called her "Sweet Pet" and was tender in the extreme. Away from the prying eyes of others he gave her a lovely dress to wear and treated her more like a lover or wife than a slave. Roger had fairly spoiled her. He never asked Elle for anything sexually that she was unwilling to give. In response Elle found that she wanted to give Roger quite a lot. One day they made love a dozen times. Roger's described the final orgasms that day as "Hell wrapped in delight." 

Roger had one of his maids give Elle pedicures, manicures, and preform most of her work. (Much to the anger of the maid, who viewed the slave as her far inferior.) On more than one night Roger massaged Elle off to blissful sleep. He even cooked some meals for her. Roger was not shy in proclaiming his love for Elle. 

"I love Prince Adam like a brother, but I envy him you. I would forfeit all of my wealth if it could give you your freedom. If it took felling an entire forest with a single knife to win your love I would gladly toil away as long it took until the last tree tumbled."

"You have my love, Master Roger. But Prince Adam has a claim on my heart as well." replied the former princess shyly. She realized that she really did love both men. Not in the same way but with equal passion. The only delightful thing about being a slave is that she would never be expected or permitted to choose. Not for the first Elle wondered what it would be like to make love to both handsome men at once. But such things were simply not done, not even with slaves.

"In a way you are blessed Sweet Pet, You have the undying love of two men when most women are at best casually loved by their husbands." replied the rich man.

"Oh Master Roger, you are so kind to me. Yet, Prince Adam has given me as fine a life as I can expect as a slave."

"I do not doubt that Prince Adam has been kind to you. I also have no doubt that I could be better and AM better for you." 

Elle gazed lovingly into Roger's eyes. "Master Roger, if only I could combine the two of you into one perfect man. Parts of both of you are perfect.'

With that Elle winked and sank to knees as she worked on the fly of Roger's pants. Roger tasted a bit sweeter than Prince Adam. Elle found that she favored Roger's paler skin. She was not as fond of his red hair but she preferred his strong face. Elle truly wished that she could combine her lovers. Her perfect man would be tall like both men and have darker hair then either of them. Both had lovely blue eyes and strong chins. When it came to divvy up the sexual skills of her imaginary lover, Elle had to conclude Roger had a slight edge in most categories. 

Part of Elle was truly sad when Prince Adam arrived to retrieve his favorite possession. Her monthly had just ended. Roger had pampered her during the whole time, intensifying the affection she had for him. The final goodbye kiss she and Roger shared was one of the most passionate of their time together. Prince Adam did not miss the emotion on display before him.

"Which of us do you love more, Pet?" asked Prince Adam as they rode home.

"Pleas don't ask that of me, Master! Besides you know as well as I do that a slave can love no one."

"Always the diplomat. It is obvious you were raised in a palace."

"I still live in one, Master. My situation has changed however."

Adam took Elle's face gently in both of his hands and asked Elle, "Do you enjoy being a slave, Pet."

"Master, EVERY slave covets their freedom above all else."

Prince Adam wore a serious expression as he replied, "Certainly, Pet. But wouldn't your life of sin as a slave taint your days of freedom?"

"Master, It would be forgotten by me as though it were a bad dream."

Prince Adam pointed to his groin and sly asked, "All of it, Pet?"

Elle laughed and said, "Obviously not ALL of it. What are you getting at, Master?" 

"Nothing, Pet. It is just that I wish I had the power to free you. But breaking with the Ransom Treaty would actually spark a larger war than the one your sacrifice ended, love." Replied Prince Adam.

On the return to Juriland Prince Adam and Elle kissed and necked a great deal. After a long romantic idyll Prince Adam stated.

"I am afraid there is a spot of bad news for you when we return to the castle. I want you to know that I raised every objection but my father overruled me. He is afraid that we have gotten too attached to each other and her wants to teach us a lesson." 

"What is it, Master?"

"In a day or so representatives of the nation of Hessia are coming for a diplomatic visit. They will be spending two weeks at Juriland Castle and some time touring the country. I have been instructed, no ORDERED to present you as a gift to Prince Issac for his use during his stay."

"Oh no, Master! Is there nothing you can do?"

"My father, the king, informed me that if I continued to protest, he would have you marched to the public square and auctioned off to the highest bidder. He has also told me that in another year I must begin courting one of the several princesses and other royals he has chosen for me."

"Oh dear, Master. What will happen to us once you wed?"

"I shall try to keep you, Pet, but if that becomes untenable, I will gift you my boon companion Roger Duken. That way you will still be loved and when I visit Roger I can also visit you." 

"I would like that. Master. It may not be healthy for me to share a dwelling with a jealous wife." said Elle.

"And jealous she would be, Pet. I can not imagine that there are any princesses as beautiful and as sweet as you."

"Oh, Master, you are always such a flatterer."

"The truth is NEVER flattery, Pet." stated Prince Adam.

"I don't want to think of the unpleasantness, Master but what will be expected of me to give Prince Isaac?"

"Prince Isaac is my age. He is a bit taller, quite a bit beefier and profoundly ugly. I am told however that he has a gentle soul. You will be expected to give him what ever he asks for and be very sweet and kind to him. My father also said that if Price Isaac complains about our hospitality, you will be severely disciplined. The king means to punish us, but it can only be a punishment if we let it. I am loath to share you with Prince Isaac, but I am even more loath to loose you entirely." 

"Oh, Master. I have no desire to be parted from you either. I will strive to do my best and please your visitor." sighed Elle.

Once the love struck duo returned to Juriland Castle Elle and Prince Adam retreated to the prince's quarters. Elle was comforted by its familiarity. The huge portrait of herself somehow bothered her less. A short time later the two toppled into bed and made up for lost time. Elle found the prince's lovemaking, better than her memory. Perhaps it was the novelty after her time with Roger, but to Elle it seemed that her owner had become a better, more attentive lover. Prince Adam's cock seemed to be a natural outgrowth of her tongue and lips, The familiar flavor and aroma of her prince was like a soothing balm. It made everything else feel better. Elle was amazed at the number of orgasms the two of them shared. 

Elle realized that Prince Isaac's arrival was immanent when some royal maids came to collect her from Prince Adam's rooms. In a huge bathtub Elle was lathered head to foot. Her entire body below her neck was shaved. Her hair was ornately braided and decorated with flowers and pink silk ribbons. Her toenails and fingernails were painted with pink lacquer, something she had not worn since she had been a princess. Instead of her usual brief homespun robe, Elle was presented with a slightly longer pink camisole that felt wonderful upon her skin. Elle hoped that she could keep the pink attire after her time with Prince Isaac. In the mirror, Elle could scarce believe how beautiful she looked.

As to Prince Isaac, Elle could learn very little. She quizzed the maids tending her but they knew no more details than she had already heard from Prince Adam. Elle's heart began to race as she heard martial music blaring from part of the castle. Elle understood that the sound indicated the arrival of the Hessia delegation. 

Elle waited in an anteroom while the festivities unrolled. The maids and butlers, who all felt sympathy for the beautiful slave, presented her with refreshing drinks and a light dinner One maid was kind enough to provide a bib so that Elle did not stain her spotless camisole. After what seemed to Elle like many hours, but was actually not quite as long, Prince Adam entered Elle's anteroom with two silken cords. 

"Pet, I am sorry that I did not have time to prepare you. Since I am the same age as Prince Isaac, I must preform yeoman duty and see that he is treated with the utmost respect. I apologize in advance for any discomfort or humiliation that you experience. I will be binding your hands before you with the shorter golden sash, and tying the longer Her red one to your collar. I will lead you into the meeting hall. You are to keep your eyes to the floor the entire time until Prince Isaac recognizes you and receives you as his gift for the next two weeks."

Elle's was so nervous that she feared her heart would explode in her chest as her prince led her to another prince. Suddenly the floor and the air of the room seemed much cooler. Elle feared that Prince Isaac might look like an ogre. She desperately wanted to gaze ahead of her to see what fate had in store for her but she obeyed her Master's dictates. A silence followed by a light murmur filled the room as Prince Adam led Elle through the chamber to the honorary throne set up for Prince Issac. Elle was instructed to kneel and she heard,

"Good Prince Isaac, crown prince of Hessia, Captain in the royal forces and defender of the faith, I Prince Adam, second in line for the crown of Juliand, Captain in the royal guard and, I hope your friend, presents you with this slave. She is your use while you remain under our roof. It is hoped that you will find this gift to your liking. It is also asked that you treat this gift, lowly slave that she may be, with respect. Sincerely yours, Prince Adam, on behalf of his majesty, Fair King Julius."

A robust round of applause echoed about the chamber before Prince Isaac said,

"Arise, slave. Let me feast my eyes upon your countenance."

Heart, still pounding like a triphammer, Elle tilted her head upwards. Prince Isaac, was indeed uncomely, but he was not entirely the ogre Elle feared. His belly was ample, his eyes large and watery and crooked teeth showed when he smiled at her, but something about him seemed kind to Elle.

"My friend, Prince Adam, you have given me a rare gift indeed. She is by far the most beautiful slave I have ever seen. I shall treasure her while I dwell amongst. You."

Prince Isaac stared intently at Elle and ordered her to approach the throne. With a ceremonial dagger, Prince Isaac sliced through the silk sash binding Elle's hands. He grasped the silk cord dangling from Elle's collar and pulled her a step closer to himself. 

"Lovely slave, I look forward to the pleasure of your company. For the present please sit upon the floor at my side. These festivities have a bit time yet to run."

Elle noted the cushion provided for her comfort. As she sat, Prince Isaac lashed Elle's collar cord to an arm of his symbolic throne. Elle was not sure how to react but soon settled in as the entertainers began filing into the room. For the entertainment of all of the royals present came a steady stream of performers. Tumblers followed dancers and acrobats. A magician mesmerized all, including Elle. The former princess could not recall an evening this enjoyable since her days living in the palace with her brothers and sisters. The sudden reminder of them made Elle sad for a moment before she pushed the emotion aside and focused upon just being another member of the audience. Only later did she notice Prince Isaac's gentle massaging of her left shoulder with his right hand. 

After many hours the last of the entertainers departed from the broad chamber. King Julius and Prince Adam wished the visiting royal and his entourage pleasant dreams. Royal pages escorted the visitors to their rooms in a wing of the palace. Prince Issac, loosed Elle's cord. She rose to her feet with a bit of difficulty as she had been sitting for a long time. Prince Issac was patient with her as he led her to his room.

Prince Isaac's quarters were much like Prince Adam's. There was an attached bathroom and a large comfortable looking bed. The furniture was of a different style than that of Adam's but was equally exquisite. Once the page exited the room and Prince Issac was alone with Elle, the two stared at each other. To Elle, Issac seemed quite tall. His arms and legs were thicker than Prince Adam's or Roger's but Elle knew that it was not because Isaac was more muscular. His soft blue eyes, seemed kind despite their wateriness. His crooked smile when not giving the prince a fierce look, was a bit endearing. For several moments nether spoke. After untying the cord attached to Elle's collar, Isaac spoke.

"Slave, prepare yourself for bed. Attend to your personal needs and wash your face. When you are finished you are to wait patiently for me while I perform those tasks myself. Once I am finished I expect you to undress me. Lastly, I shall remove your clothing and you will tend to my desires. I take it you know all methods of pleasing a man?"

Elle curtsied and replied, "Yes indeed, Master. Thank you for allowing me to go first." 

In the bathroom Elle relieved herself, brushed her teeth and washed her face. She took a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was so lovely with the flowers, bows and braids. She just did not have the heart to remove them. Perhaps in the morning; after a night of sex had ruffled her hair and caused the flowers to fall out. Besides, Elle knew that it would not hurt to look as beautiful as she could for her new consort. Elle realized that she was relatively lucky for a slave. Some female slaves had as many as a hundred or more partners a year. Elle knew that could still be her fate but she doubted it would be with Prince Adam and Roger Duken looking out for her. If she was being punished for becoming too close emotionally to Prince Adam, Elle would proudly take the punishment. She loved Prince Adam and nothing could dissuade her from loving him. For his sake she would do a spectacular job and make Prince Isaac, feel like an Adonis. What was a little fat and homeliness when she had Adam and Roger firmly in her memory? Daintily, Elle exited the bathroom and allowed Price Isaac to enter. She removed a cushion from the bed and knelt on it in the middle of the floor as she awaited Issac to finish his toilet.

Isaac, re-entered the bedroom, pleased to discover Elle in the position of supplication. 

"Rise, slave. I require a kiss and an undressing." 

"Certainly, Master." said Elle as she rose to her feet. She tried to give her voice a bit of a musical note. Sometimes to please, Roger she could maintain that timbre in her voice very well. She approached the Prince, kissed him deeply and began to unbutton his shirt. As the fabric parted Elle found a pasty white flesh adorned with the small breasts fat men posses. The pallor of Prince Isaac's skin reminded Elle of a grub she had once found while turning over rocks in the royal grounds. She wondered if Isaac's breasts were as sensitive as her own. 

As Elle's eyes took in the full extent of Price Isaac's belly she suddenly wondered how she would be able to make love to him. The thought of lying beneath all of his flab suddenly revolted her. Elle maintained her pleased expression, to her own considerable amazement, removed the shirt and hung it on a hook on a nearby rack. Next Elle bent to remove Isaac's laced up boots. His feet while broad were very short. His feet and calves had the same death like pallor of his considerable stomach. Elle found the pants a bit difficult to remove. In the first place they were cut very tight with a broad elastic band at the top to force Issac's gut out of the way. In the second place, Price Isaac's legs seemed to sweat considerably and dampness helped adhere the fabric to his legs. The scent was bit overpowering, Elle hoped that her new master bathed regularly.

Despite the unappealing nature of her stripping duties, Elle cooed with enthusiasm when as she undressed the Prince. At last he was down to his silk boxers. At first Elle thought that her temporary Master was impudent. Elle had heard gossip about men who, either through age or infirmity, could not please a woman. For a passing moment Elle imagined that her time with Prince Issac might be a cake walk. Then she teasingly and deliberately lowered Isaac's boxers. It took the slave a moment to find his fully erect penis under his flab. Of all the penises Elle had ever encountered, this one was by far the smallest. "It would be nothing to take the entire member in my mouth." thought Elle to herself. A moment later she thought, How can something that small possibly please a woman?" Elle realized that she would have to call upon her every acting skill to convince this grub-like being that it was a god of love.

Elle decided to offer the prince a bit of fellatio. Gently moving aside the flab, She took in all of his penis. His tool was so small that Elle's nose was buried far into Isaac's pubic thatch. Issac's scent was not musky and masculine like Adam's and Roger's rather, he smelled of urine, sweat and mildew. Elle felt the gorge rise in her throat but she forced it back down. Hoping to get on Isaac's good side and stay there, Elle imagined that she was working on her beloved Master's shaft. It did not take long before the young prince surprised Elle with a mouthful of warm and salty semen. Elle moved her face to where Issac could view it. Opened her mouth to show his seed covering her tongue. She closed her mouth smiled broadly and choked down the price's ejaculate.




Princess Ransom Ch. 03



"Oh slave you are wonderful!" shouted Isaac enthusiastically. "Other women, even prostitutes usually laugh when they see me naked. Some of the women actually doubled their prices when they saw my manhood!" 

Elle noted the tears in Prince Isaac's eyes and it touched her, True, the prince was no prize and certainly was not any woman's vision of their dream man, but there was no need to be cruel to him. 

"I am here to serve YOU, Master. Do you care to undress me now?"

With trembling fingers, Isaac slid the straps of Elle's camisole off her shoulders and slowly lowered the garment until it fell to the floor. Elle stepped out of it Isaac's eyes drank in Elle's unclothed beauty and exhaled deeply.

"My royal hosts have given me a goodness that I could not ever hope to repay! You are without a doubt, slave, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

Elle was sincerely moved by Isaac's words. In a flash she saw a profoundly sad and lonely boy who was now a profoundly sad and lonely young man. Isaac could not help that he had been born into such an unappealing body. That he was a royal was the only reason that women had consented to sleep with him in the first place. The fact that his blue blood family had had to resort prostitutes to try and ease his need was a staggering revelation to Elle, such a thing was beyond scandalous. Yet, despite the meanness that had been shown him, Isaac was neither petulant nor bitter. Elle stepped closer to this sad sad man, wrapped her arms about him and planted a kiss firmly upon his lips. She forced her tongue into the mouth of his moon round face and French kissed the started price. Once Isaac recovered from the shock and novelty he reciprocated and tongue kissed his temporary slave.

Elle led Isaac to the large bed and they both slid between the covers. After some cuddling, the young prince's stubby member was recharged. After some effort, which she passed off as good natured play, Elle found a way to mount Isaac. It took the young slave a moment to determine that the prince was indeed inside her, but once she did, she began to behave as though she were lying with Adam or Roger.

Elle's play acting was very convincing indeed. Isaac's face bore an expression of supreme bliss. 

"Oh, slave! Are you real, or am I dreaming?" gasped Isaac just after he came.

The rest of the night the fat prince held the slender slave close to himself as he stroked her body and sang her praises. For Elle the confines of Isaac's arms were more than a little constricting. None of her other lovers had ever held her so tightly. Also the prince, this close was not especially aromatic but Elle was proud of herself for doing a good job. Something about the sad life the prince had experienced struck a chord with Elle. For reasons she did not fully understand, Elle wanted to see Prince Isaac a bit of happiness. Despite her confinement, Elle slept very well that night.

In the morning, Elle gave her large companion a bath. While he was in the tub, she deftly jerked him off and planted kisses on his narrow lips and round face. After dressing Isaac with a sense of humor and making a game of it, Elle saw to her own bathing. With sadness she removed the braids and ribbons from her hair. Isaac delighted her by saying that she was equally beautiful with her hair in its normal style.

For the next two weeks, the besotted Isaac went almost nowhere without the slave he had fallen for in a big way. Elle was at his side for state dinners, carriage ride tours of the towns around Juriland Castle and even during inspections of the troops. When alone with the visiting prince, the very young but still vastly more experienced, slave became his instructor. During their second day together, the young prince confided his great loneliness and longing to Elle. He confessed his awkwardness with women and his fears of ever being able to attract a mate.

Gently, Elle helped the young man gain confidence. She instructed hin in how to perform cunnilingus, an alien concept to Isaac. However, under Elle's tutelage he became quite adept at this skill. After a few days of instruction, Elle experienced her first legitimate orgasm with Isaac from his tongue and hands. 

"Master, ANY man can please a woman this way, no matter his build or personality. Conversely, many a handsome and kind man have lost fine women by not being able to please them." 

Elle's words were a revelation to the prince. Never before had he been shown this much tenderness. His mother berated him for being ugly and fat and his father thought that all of his son's problems could be solved with sex. It was his father who had hired professional women for Isaac. The prince knew that his father's intentions were good but the results had been very counter productive. What he had needed all along was a caring and sensitive woman like Elle to gently lead him. Isaac's self-absorbed parents could never have understood this however.

"I love you, slave!" shouted Prince Issac at one point. 

"Thank you, Master that is very flattering, but as a slave I can love no one."

"I understand that, slave but for the rest of our time together, when we are alone, can you tell me that you love me? No woman has ever said that to me and I would like to hear it and allow myself to believe it at least once before I die." stated prince Isaac sadly.

The deeply touched Elle responded with, "You are still a very young man, Master. Who knows what the future may bring?"

"Precisely. Which is why I want to hear it now." whined the insecure prince. 

Elle knew full well that she could never love Prince Isaac, and she had no desire to proclaim her love unless she meant it. Still, Isaac was so sincere and so lonesome it seemed a shame to deny him this little thing. For the rest of their time together, behind closed door, Issac and Elle would state their love for each other even tough only one of them was sincere. Elle slid beneath Prince Isaac, with regularity and found it more tolerable than she expected. When the prince was freshly bathed, the experience was not bad at all. True his stubby manhood could never truly please her, but Isaac's tenderness and earnestness, went a long way. 

During their time alone, Elle continued to teach Isaac, becoming increasingly bold in her instruction with each passing day. She emphasized the importance of bathing regularly, introduced him to colognes and altered the way he styled his hair. The prince responded like a student anxious to earn the approval of a beloved teacher. By the time the two weeks had ended, Elle really did feel some affection for Prince Issac.

On the day that Isaac was to leave the castle and return to his own country, he had a difficult time masking his sadness. As he bound Elle's hands to symbolically return her to Prince Adam, he confessed.

"Of all things that I have seen in this Kingdom of Juriland you, my sweet sweet, slave will be the person I remember with the most fondness. From the bottom of my heart, thank you." 

Upon stating those words, Isaac, bent his bulk low and kissed Elle's feet. The gesture of humility and gratitude moved Elle to tears.

With great pomp and circumstance, the Hessia delegation was dismissed from Juriland Castle. Elle watched it all, this time on the opposite side of the chamber, her leash tied to Adam's throne. As the last of the visiting dignitaries vanished from view, part of Elle was sad, but she knew not why. 

Many hours later Elle was again in Prince Adam's chambers. Her lover seemed in a very good mood as he bathed Elle and carefully dressed her in a new silk camisole. 

"Pet, you have outdone yourself! My father desires to see you in his private room just as soon as we get there."

Elle wondered what the King Julius could possibly want with her. Normally being called to the kings private chambers, meant a scolding of the first order but the way that Prince Adam was behaving, seemed to indicate that, instead, the king was happy with her. A short time later, Elle and Adam were at King Julius's door.

Prince Adam knocked and a guard admitted them. Elle nervously strode into the room and discovered King Julius seated upon a raised chair with a wide smile upon his face. His eyes fairly sparkled as he gazed at Elle..

"My words are for the slave's ears alone. EVERONE else leave the room,. King Julius then looked at Prince Adam and added, "Yes, even you son."

In the oppressive silence of the nearly deserted room, Elle gazed at the floor while she waited for King Julius to state his piece. 

"Have no fear, slave," stated the king. "You are not in any sort of trouble. Look at me."

Elle gazed up at the older man. He was a older version of Prince Adam and quite handsome in his own right.

"You are quite beautiful. Reveal yourself, I wish to see your nakedness."

Elle gulped deeply and slid the camisole off of her alluring frame. Once she was naked the king had her turn a few timed before him as he drank in Elle's beauty for all angles.

"Very nice, I see why you have such a hold on my son. Please cover yourself." 

Once Elle was redressed the king spoke again.

"Slave, I do not know what spell you cast but you are a master magician. Prince Isaac, in negotiations with my kingdom, conceded virtually every point to our favor. I am smart enough to know that my nations success in these matters was not because my negotiators have become more skilled. Because of the fancy Prince Isaac took to you, he was in a far genial mood then otherwise. I had intended to punish you by forcing my son to temporarily gift you to someone else but you became my ally and benefactor. I must reward you."

Elle could not help smiling at the king's words.

"Unfortunately, not even I have the power to restore your freedom. The laws of Symbolic Ransom must be binding, even for kings. If it were not it would lose its impact, royals would soon be liberated from their bondage, wars would not really end, and the lives that were saved would once again be in jeopardy. I hope you understand this?" 

Elle nodded and the king continued.

"Slave. A woman of your beauty and grace must not be permitted to perish alone. My son will marry in a year or two. That places you in a very precarious position. I want to tell you that you will always have a place in this castle. I will always protect you. As I said I have no desire to see you die alone and unmourned. When the time is right I will find a handsome young slave who will be kind and loving to you. I hope that you can return his affections. You should not be denied the joys of motherhood. It is very true that your children would be slaves, HOWEVER. If they have talents that are of value to the state, their freedom will be purchased when they reach the age of majority and they can live and die as free people. Your children will be raised in this castle. I will see to it that they receive excellent educations. They will be fit to be teachers or engineers, perhaps one or two will have musical ability. I have no doubt, that with you as their mother, they will turn out to be very fine people indeed. People who the state will gladly purchase and liberate. While you will always be a slave, you will have children who will love you, tend to you in your old age, grieve your passing, and preserve your memory."

"Oh Sire!" gasped Elle as she threw herself at the foot of King Julius. "You are too kind!" 

Elle cried real tears of joy. She and the king conversed for a time. Elle understood that King Julius might order Prince Adam to temporarily gift her to other visitors in the future but that he would try not to make a habit of it. In exchange, Elle would try to do her best to be a good hostess. That night was the most delightful between Elle and Prince Adam ever.



Princess Ransom Ch. 04



For Elle the next year and a half sped by. He workload was lightened considerably thanks to Roger Duken's intervention. Prince Adam's best friend was the one man, aside from Adam's father, the king, who could cause the young prince to heel.

Roger explained that working Elle hard served no useful purpose. Yes, Elle was equal to all other slaves but she had entered her service willingly. To drive her as though she were a convicted criminal was neither fair nor gentlemanly. Roger also pointed out that if he continued to task Elle so thoroughly, she might come to resent Prince Adam and that might effect the passion she had for him and dampen her ardor when she made love to him. 

Appealing to both Prince's Adam's honor and libido was the right angle of attack. Roger and Prince Adam had become friends because Roger was the only one of their classmates at their exclusive school who was not awed by Adam's being second in line for the throne. Adam had never before met one who could see through all of the pomp and preening of his position to see Adam the man and not Adam the prince.

The two had enlisted in the army upon graduation and drove each other to excel and make rank early. Like steel and flint, they sharpened each other and had become more than he had previously been. The fathers of both men saw how their shared friendship had matured and strengthened their sons. Both men looked upon their son's friend as another surrogate son. King Julius had advised Prince Adam to always heed Roger's advice. Roger's father had issued the same edict to his own son about Adam. 

Seeing the error of his ways Adam apologized to Elle. He gave her as many freedoms as he could, dressed her in finer clothes and became even more tender towards her. Elle was beyond grateful to Roger for improving her life. After Roger's heart to heart talk, Adam truly was a better, more tender lover. Elle found herself falling even more deeply in love with her owner. However, she came to love Roger even more. Elle could not express her gratitude to Roger deeply enough when Adam was recalled to duty and Elle was back in the young man's company. 

For Elle, the single most amazing week of her captivity came when Adam stayed for a week at Roger's estate. The three of them took turns sharing their love for each other. Prince Adam and Roger Duken alternated the nights each slept with Elle. The former princess thought that there could be nothing more satisfying than spending the afternoon making love to one man and the evening of the same day making love to the other! With a start Elle realized that her desires would make her seem a wanton woman if she were not a slave! She laughed to herself as she remembered her life as a sheltered princess. "Not that long ago, intimacy was an utter mystery to me. Now I simply can not get enough of it!" 

But all such idylls must have their end. Elle thought that her new soft life and sexual fulfillment would end when Prince Adam began courting future mates. Against this fate, Adam could do little. King Julius was adamant that his son select a wife despite his objections.

"I realize that you have a pretty little toy in the form of your slave." he informed his son soberly,"But you are not and never were an ordinary man. You have royal obligations and duties, one of which is to make yourself a marriage that is of the political benefit to our realm. Remember, Adam, in a very real sense you ARE the state."

"But Sire..."

"It will do you no harm to meet these women, some are quite comely. Oh you may have to put your slave aside for a time but a royal wife understands that a husband has needs. Eventually you can pick up with her again."

"But father ..."

"Enough! The decision has been rendered."

Elle found herself in a most precarious position. One she dreaded. Elle begged Adam to send her to Roger's estate until it was safe for her to return to Juriland Castle.

"No, Pet, if I did that the world, and these women, would believe that I am ashamed of you and that I fear them. I fear no man or woman. I am proud of you, Pet and I do not regret even a single moment of out time together. No, any woman who wants to become my princess has to accept you as part of my life. That is non-negotiable." 

Elle was proud of Adam but she questioned the wisdom of the prince's noble stand. She feared for her own personal safety."He may not be afraid of these women but I most assuredly AM!" she thought to herself. Poisonings and other "accidents" occurred in royal palaces all the time. Elle vowed to be especially vigilant and beyond solicitous to these women, She knew that she would have to call on all the grace and tact that she possessed in order to survive.

Two weeks later the first, royal suitor arrived. She was Claudia of Kasseria, a minor kingdom with a large treasury. Spying from the shadows, Elle saw a short, plump, raven haired girl about her own age. With an ache, Elle realized that if she were still a princess, she herself would be exploring a political marriage of her own. The thought saddened Elle and she forced it away. Claudia's face was lovely, and she had an endearing smile. Prince Adam towered over her. In all, she was not a great beauty, but many men have settled for far worse.

Claudia toured the castle with Adam as the two chatted and tried to establish a rapport. Elle could tell that her owner and lover was not impressed with this woman but he was polite to a fault and generous with his time. At dinner, Elle was mixed in with the wait staff and assigned to Claudia. While they dined, Adam introduced, Elle as "My slave, my prize possession." 

Claudia's eyes crawled over Elle's tall, lithe form and shot back daggers. All the while, Claudia's smile never dimmed. Elle curtsied and smiled at the visiting royal but it was obvious that no love was lost between the women. After dinner, Claudia serenaded Adam on several musical instruments and the two played chess until bedtime. Because it would be her role, if Elle were accepted s part of the marriage, Elle followed Claudia to her quarters to bathe the woman and prepare her for bed.

"Slave, if my senses and intuition do not fail me, I sense that there is a great deal of passion between you and Adam. I am not in the habit of being stripped and bathed by royal whores but I expect you to de an excellent job in seeing to my needs."

Claudia gazed up at Elle, ran her sharp and pointed fingernails along the slave's right cheek and menacingly said,

"It would be a shame if anything were to happen to your loveliness." 

Ignoring the threat, Elle carefully undressed Claudia and respectfully hung up her fine silk dress. Naked, Claudia reminded Elle of sawdust-filled doll she had owned as a child. Like that doll, Claudia was round everywhere. Her breasts were plump and ample, not perky and firm like Elle's own. Her belly was round, looking a bit like a woman early in pregnancy, Her legs, hands, and arms were shapely enough but all tended towards roundness. Elle doubted that Adam would find Claudia's body the least bit enticing. 

Carefully and dutifully, Elle bathed Claudia in the huge tub in the bathroom off of her bed chamber.

"Whore, how often do you lie with Prince Adam?" Claudia asked while she soaked.

"Perhaps that question is better asked of my Master, your highness." said Elle defensively.

"Oh, you are a sly one. Unveil yourself!"

With trepidation Elle allowed her silk camisole to flutter to the floor. As instructed, she turned and bent as Claudia wished. Elle never felt as naked. At last Claudia instructed Elle to re-dress.

"You are quite beautiful. I am sure that Prince Adam enjoys having such a nimble young whore. Listen to me, slave. If Adam invites me to live in this castle as his wife, the first thing I will change about him is his need for you! While I am sure that you can spread your legs with aplomb, once Adam has lain with a princess, I am sure he will see the wisdom in selling you off. Perhaps to the salt mines of Ree?" Claudia then laughed uproariously. Elle was never so happy as when she was dismissed for the evening. 

Elle was in tears as she reported to Adam's chambers very late that night. 

"Oh, Master, it was horrible! I had to smile while she called me a whore to my face and threatened me with banishment."

Adam held Elle in his arms and stroked her lovingly as he kissed her tears away.

"Pet, clearly she is not the one for me. I can judge how fit a potential bride is for me by how she treats you. Pet, you are so sweet and kind, no normal person could ever hate you or wish you evil, if they can not see your goodness, then I can see no goodness in them." 

"Oh, Master!" gushed Elle.

Over the next few days, Elle watched her prince be especially courteous to Claudia. He was so kind to the visiting royal that Elle could tell that Claudia actually believed that she had a chance with Prince Adam. Adam would praise Claudia's beauty or poise and she would smile broadly and, when she believed that Adam was not watching, Claudia would sneer at Elle and make rude gestures towards her. Elle smiled inwardly at the sly game being played by her prince. Together, Prince and slave shared a laugh once Claudia had departed from the castle.

The next two royal female visitors to the castle were nowhere near as harsh to Elle. One was a redhead from a far northern Empire. She had skin so fair as to be almost translucent and large green eyes. Elle thought her very pretty. The other was just Elle's height with a similar dress size and curly brown hair. Only a large, horse like jaw prevented her from being truly lovely. Both envied Elle's beauty, but were polite to her. Elle sensed some coldness but no overt hostility from the women. The first asked Elle for tips on winning Adam's heart. The second was very forthright, 

"I would like a year with Prince Adam to myself, slave. Once I am with child I could tolerate your returning to his bed. Provided that you did not engage in affection before my eyes." 

Elle realized that that might be the best possible outcome for her. Adam valued the opinion of Elle and the two discussed the attributes of both women. As for the prince, while he found each of the women desirable in some aspects, he found spark and spontaneity lacking in their conversations. He was non-committal on both. 

"I can not decide on either of those women, perhaps I may not have to. We are scheduled to be visited by Duchess Paulina from Deusenstadt. For many years her country has sought an alliance with Juriland. Her country's army is large and excels at mobility; complimenting our own very nicely. Further, we have many mutual interests as nations. My father wants this alliance most. Best of all, Pet, I am told that she is golden haired and a truly spectacular beauty!"

Elle felt a tinge of jealousy and it showed upon her face.

"Pet, do not worry, there will ALWAYS be room in my heart for you.! Come give me a kiss." 

Duchess Paulina was indeed beautiful. Unlike the previous visitors, Elle felt that Paulina was far more beautiful than herself, she had flowing hair the color of straw. She was taller than Elle and had a stunning figure and impossibly blue eyes. "This woman can take my Master away from me." Elle thought to herself glumly. Elle successfully hid her emotions as she waited on the Duchess. Up close she was even more lovely. When Adam introduced Elle, Paulina replied with,

"I am very pleased to meet you." She eyed Elle head to toe and continued, "My host has most exquisite taste in women. You must leave a powerful impression upon Adam's soul." As Paulina spoke, she stared at Elle with a friendliness and intensity that unnerved the young slave. Elle felt a stirring in herself she had not experienced the best moments of her stay amongst the female slaves in the outbuilding. When Elle's skin made contact with Paulina's the slave felt a pleasant flutter. 

Duchess Paulina was an accomplished singer. Every ear in the room thought hers the sweetest voice they had ever heard. After her performance Paulina and Adam met in private. Elle was astonished when, a few hours later, she was summoned into the private room to join them.

"Come, slave, I will not bite." said Paulina as Elle entered the chamber. Shortly the slave was seated at the table, sharing tea with her Master and the woman who sought his hand. 

"Relax. I want to get to know the both of you.' said Paulina. "The way that Adam speaks of you, he must think very highly of you. If I were lucky enough to one day be asked to reside in this castle, the three of us will be spending a great deal of time together and I want us all to get along. I'm not the jealous type and I hope that you are not either. After a pause she continued. "May I call you, Pet as Adam does?"

"I would like that your highness."

Elle lost track of time as the three chatted as though they were friends of long acquaintance. Elle spoke of Roger Duken. She spoke about her joys and frustrations, her fight against hopelessness, and always of her love for Prince Adam.

"Sweet child, what a remarkable story you tell. What a remarkable woman you are.' said Paulina in soothing manner as she stroked Elle's bare arm.

After the trio was all talked out, Elle led Duchess Paulina to her private chambers. Elle could not help but notice that just before they parted, when this female visitor offered her lips to Prince Adam, he delicately kissed them. In the private bedroom, Elle turned up the lights and made a motion to prepare a bath for the royal guest. Paulina stopped her.

"Wait Pet, there is something I want to give you."

Elle stood dazed as Paulina's taller body loomed above hers. The Duchess wrapped her arms around Elle. Instinctively, the slave turned her lips upward. The kiss hit with the fury of a thunder strike. Elle gasped and Paulina smiled. 

"When you were with the female slaves in the slave barn was it ENTIRELY unpleasant?" Asked Paulina while wearing a wicked leer. 

Elle struggled for breath, "No, your highness, not all of it." she was at last able to croak out.

"I thought as much." Replied Paulina. After a sequence of long, deep kisses The Duchess spoke again.

"I will be brutally honest with you, Pet. My father wants the alliance with Juriland so desperately he has essentially ordered me to use my every feminine wile on Prince Adam to get him to the altar. Prince Adam is handsome, charming and well built. I am sure that he will make a perfectly adequate husband. I like a good roll in the hay with the right man. I am sure that Adam will be eager to please, however I have always preferred female company, Do you understand my meaning, Pet?"

Beyond dazed, Elle was only able to nod her head in agreement.

"Good. I had heard that Adam has a slave he is quite fond of. I never imagined that she would be so, so, invigorating! I can do the Princess act standing on my head but unless I get the kind of release that I NEED. I tend to be a grumpy girl. I never imagined that visiting Prince Adam would have such an intoxicating side benefit."

Elle felt certain that her bones would melt away inside her body and that she would be reduced to a puddle upon the floor as Paulina stepped away from her.

"Take off your clothes, Pet and then very slowly undress me. I will tell you what I want as you remove my clothing." stated the Duchess matter of factually. 

It seemed to Elle an eternity passed between the time she began to move her hands to the straps of her camisole and when the garment finally fluttered to the floor.

"Enchanting, Pet! Most enchanting!" enthused the taller blonde woman.

Elle fought to gain control of her hands as she worked the stays on Paulina's gown. As Elle performed her duties, Paulina instructed Elle on how to kiss and stroke her skin. When at least Paulina was naked, Elle beheld a slim taut body with an enchanting large bust that Elle admired. Paulina's legs were long and very fine, her hourglass figure seemed carved from a fine marble. Without being told, Elle knelt and began to gently insert and withdraw her tongue from Paulina's honey furred crotch. 

Paulina pulled Elle to her feet and pulled her onto the huge bed. As Elle had never done before, she savored every moment of intimacy with a woman. She was very proud of herself when she heard the striking blonde woman moan with delight. Spent, Elle tumbled into Paulina's arms.

The two women remained in each others arms for a passage of time before Paulina rose. 

"Pet, my sweet, have you ever used one of these before?"

Paulina went to her luggage and returned with a long object. Upon closer inspection Elle determined that it was made of stone and fashioned to look like a double headed phallus. Elle had never before encountered such a device, nor did she imagine that such tools existed. In fascination, the former princess watched as Paulina slid one end of the object into her quim. Instantly, Elle deduced the nature of the device. Delightedly, she centered her body on the bed and parted her legs.

Elle could not believe the wonderful sensations coursing through her body. It was like being with a man, but somehow even more enjoyable. At times Paulina's breasts danced and jiggled enticingly as she rode the suddenly wiser slave, At other times Paulina's and Elle's breasts compressed against each other wonderfully as the Duchess held her close. Elle savored the kisses and loving nibbles of the exotic visitor. An orgasm unlike any previous, flowed through Elle's body. A moment later, Elle spied and heard Paulina's sweet gasps of pleasure for the second time. 

As Elle bathed the visitor, in the huge tub the two chatted softly.

"Pet, you are quite wonderful. If I did not know better I would say that you are an old and experienced hand at female love."

"It is very different with you your highness." 

"Thank you, Pet. Tomorrow night I intend to seduce Prince Adam. Perhaps you can soften him up by singing my praises?" asked Paulina solicitously.

"I would be delighted to your highness." 

It was very late when Elle stumbled into Prince Adam's chambers. The young prince awoke from his slumber, rubbed his eyes and asked softly,

"Well, you certainly took your time. Pet, What kept you so long?"

"Forgive me, Master. You know how women like to chat."

"I take it then that you very much like our visitor?" asked Adam.

"Oh, Master, I think that she is divine!" 

Despite the hour, Prince Adam decided that he wanted to make love to his slave. Not too much later Elle moaned with pleasure, but her mind was already envisioning future nights with Paulina. The most delightful dreams of her captivity passed through her mind that night. Elle's enormous grin delighted the innocent Prince. 



Princess Ransom



Prince Adam gently tugged at Elle's leash and led her out of the town hall meeting room. Elle took one last sad look about the hall. Her mother's face was buried in her father's chest as she wept, her own father had tears running down his cheeks. It was a difficult final image to take into captivity. On the other hand, she felt rather proud of herself when all the soldiers present from both sides offered her a hearty series of cheers. Sadly, Elle followed prince Adam out of the building and into his royal carriage.

The carriage began to move and Elle realized that she was alone with Prince Adam. Although still in something of a daze, Elle was able to think to herself, "He really is handsome." Adam wore his military uniform quite well. "Prince Adam , what is it you wish?" she asked aloud..

Prince Adam faced the innocent girl. A series of very long talks with his father had impressed upon the young prince the importance of breaking in this fine filly gently and patiently. After all she was his for the rest of her life, demanding too much too soon might make her resentful and bitter, something that Adam most assuredly did not want. The young prince wanted an eager playmate, one as interested in sensual exploration as he himself was.

Adam placed a hand on his slave's quivering thigh and said gently, "First of all you will refer to me ALWAYS as Master. I wish a great many things slave but I am not an ogre. I will carefully explain what I want and then you will do your best to fulfill my wishes. If you do your best I will respect that and I will not punish you. However if you do not try or become sulky and resentful, I WILL punish you. Let us start with something small. Your master asks his slave for a kiss."

The only man Elle had ever kissed on the lips had been her father. Her brother's had not been rewarded with anything more than pecks on the cheeks. Certainly, however, she had seen kissing couples many times. Remembering their example, Elle turned her head upward to meet the lips of her owner. After a moment or two of fumbling Elle began to respond to Adam's more skilled lips. She was delighted in the extreme when the prince's tongue began to circle about her mouth and she returned the nicety. She and Prince Adam kissed for quite a while, they wrapped their arms about each other and their bodies pressed against each other. For both of them the experience was wonderful. When Prince Adam at last pulled away, Elle was unaware of the smile on her face, but Prince Adam noticed his slave's glee. He decided to follow his father's advice to the letter.

"That was very nice, slave. Before many miles pass I would like to do that again."

Elle, despite her circumstances, realized that she too was looking forward to engaging in kissing with Adam again. "I would like that as well, Pr...Master. Am I not to have a name?"

"Slaves have no names. But perhaps I will find some term of endearment for you, but that is many weeks or months away. When we reach my palace, I will be giving you a bath. I afraid that I must also remove the hair from your sacred place. Slaves are not permitted to keep it." 

Elle drank in this not unexpected information and then replied, "Master, I know that no matter what my personal wishes that I am yours to command. I do ask that you be gentle with me. I am still young and have much to learn."

"I would not have it any other way, slave."

With that he picked up Elle bodily and sat her on his lap. The two kissed passionately for many miles. Again Prince Adam was glad that his Penis was safely tacked in place. Erections would be a surprise to the sheltered princess. No doubt the concept had been explained to her, but the young prince doubted that she had ever seen one first hand. Later tonight he would rectify that situation. Gently his hands explored Elle's body, To his delight, she yielded to his touch. Adam was beside himself with mirth when his hands strayed to Elle's sex and Peter found it damp.

In time, the carriage arrived at the main palace of Juriland. Prince Adam took Elle's arm as well as her leash as he led her into the palace. One floor of one wing of the structure belonged completely to the young prince. He escorted Elle to his bedroom. To Elle the luxury was not unlike she had known in her own quarters. Prince Adam's room was thoroughly manly however. 

"Slave, you will be responsible for certain things. You will dress me and undress me, you will make my meals, mend my clothing, and you will share my bed." He led Elle past a large cage."This will be your home if you disappoint me. I am responsible for clothing you and feeding you. I will also bathe you and keep your womanhood and legs and other things shaved. None of your clothing will ever be fancy but I will dress you warmer in the autumn and winter." 

Elle considered all of Prince Adam's words and asked, "Master, why did you not seek my father's permission to seek my hand in marriage? I am sure he would have granted you an audience." 

"You do not understand geopolitics, slave. A marriage between the royals of Hartshore and Juriland is no simple thing, we are historic enemies and we have each traditionally sought royal spouses in other nations. Were your former sisters ever introduced to royals from my nation?" Prince Adam noted that Elle shook her head no before continuing, "Similarly, you would have been off limits to me. The recently ended war only complicated the issue. Also, for purely selfish reasons, I prefer to have you as a slave instead of a wife. Slaves may not say no and must constantly strive to please their master. Finally, the point of taking you as ransom is to make a statement. Your father will think long and hard before he launches another war. Taking you as ransom ended this war and preserved your kingdom. I am sure that your father did not discuss military strategy with you but our troops would soon have driven your Hartshore troops from the field . Your entire family most likely would have had to flee into exile. In a way, Juriland saved the rest of your family, an act perhaps not in the best interest of Juriland. Peace will remain between our nations so long as you live, therefore I will take excellent care of you. This way you are my pet and I can keep you near me always."

Elle considered and finally agreed with the wisdom of Prince Adams words. "You are wise, Master, still, I wish we had met under different stars."

"Enough talk, slave remove your robe and sandals. It is time for your bath."

Elle's fingers lingered upon the belt of her robe for a few moments before she complied. Somehow she felt more vulnerable and exposed alone with the prince. At last she kicked of the sandals and her robe fluttered to the floor. Again her body flushed as Prince Adam eyed her up and down. Elle made a move to cover herself but was prevented from doing so upon orders of Prince Adam.

The prince led Elle to the bathroom and began filling the tub. "Help me off with this uniform shirt, slave, I have no desire to get it wet." stated Adam.

Elle's hands trembled as she began to open the buttons on Prince Adam's tunic. Beneath the uniform, Elle found a strong chest and taut tummy with prominent abdominal muscles. Elle had never seen anything so beautiful. She allowed one of her hands to gently stroke, Prince Adam's flesh. She then placed the tunic on a hook on the wall. 

Prince Adam noted, his slave's interest, He embraced and kissed her, the feel of her bare breasts on his naked chest was a supreme goodness. He then steered her into the tub. Elle was tense for a few minutes until she was able to relax under Prince Adam's tender touch. The prince's hands were as gentle as Elle's nannies and maids had ever been. Adam provided a small bath pillow and Elle rested her head contentedly as Adam, almost sweetly, lathered her head to toe. For the briefest of moments Elle imagined herself in her own bath in her rooms at her palace, then she opened her eyes and saw the smiling face of her Master. Elle tugged on her collar and wondered what the rest of the night had in store for her. She was certain that she would lose her virginity tonight. All her life she had been taught that her maidenhead was a gift to be saved for the Emperor or Royal that she married. Now there was a prince, but the situation was vastly different. She would never be married. Even the lowliest peasant women had husbands who slid rings on their fingers and promised their devotion. Elle reflected that now she was merely property, no better than livestock. A fine racehorse was considered of greater value than a slave. 

Elle eyed her Master, he did not appear to be cruel youth. Perhaps he would always be tender with her, perhaps he would come to "love" her after a fashion. Even a slave could give and receive love. Perhaps her days would not be as dire as her parents and siblings feared. It was a hope worth clinging to. 

Prince Adam had Elle rise and he rinsed her lovely body off. She stepped out of the tub into a large, wonderfully soft towel. As she dried herself off Prince Adam vanished from the bathroom for a moment and then quickly returned.

"Slave, I have no doubt that you as hungry as I am. I sent a page to the main kitchen to fetch a meal for us. Ordinarily you will do all the cooking in the small kitchen on this floor but I decided to dispense with that tonight. How are your culinary skills?"

Elle answered truthfully, "I know how to make fudge. I never learned to cook, 'Princesses do not slave over a hot stove' my mother always told me."

"Well you ARE a slave so you had better get used to a hot stove. I will have one of the cooks instruct you, but I expect you to be a fast learner!"

"Yes Master." replied the suddenly cowed former princess.

"Now my slave. I want you to hang up that towel. You will go to my bed and lie in the middle of it. You must lie very still and obey my instructions, I must do some shaving and I do not want to nick you."

Elle paced the distance to the bed wearing a sad expression. As she walked she stroked her feminine carpet. She was so proud of her pubic hair. She knew she had become a woman when it first appeared. It was sad to realize that her sacred grounds would never see their glory again. Elle knew that slaves were kept shaved to identify them as such if they removed their collars and tried to blend in with free citizens. Her hair was her last talisman of freedom, losing it signaled even more than her public stripping that she was now chattel.

After some discussion, Adam allowed Elle to sit with her head propped up so that she could watch her Master work. Elle bit her lower lip in concentration as Adam took a pair of small scissors and cut away her thatch as though he were a tiny lumberjack felling an entire forest. Ellen could not help but notice that Adam collected this harvest in a small ceder box. When the hair covering Elle's sex had been reduced to the shortest of crew cuts, Prince Adam gently coated the area with shaving cream.

Elle was tense for only a short time. Once she realized that the young prince was quite adept with the razor she was able to relax and watch in fascination as he Mons was denuded. The resulting view was one Elle had not had for longer than she could remember. Elle noted a warmth that did not seem to come from Adam's hands as his fingers gently entered her sex and parted the lips so that he could remove every trace of stubble. Finally, Prince Adam took a towel and mopped away the last vestiges of the shaving cream. Elle ran her hands over her shaven sex, it felt as odd as it looked, still Elle was astounded that there was not a single nick or cut anywhere.

Prince Adam caught his young slave examining his handiwork and stated, "Every morning, after I shave my face, I will shave you, Your legs and underarms do not have to be done as often."

"Thank you master for being so careful but I will say that I do not care for the new view."

"Your wants and desires no longer matter, slave. You have to make me and all others in authority over you happy, or at least do your best to do so." 

A knock was heard on the door. Prince Adam handed Elle her robe while he answered the door. Two servants entered toting trays of food. Elle realized that she was famished. The food was placed on a table in the small kitchen off of Prince Adam's bedroom. Elle waited a moment for her Master to hold her chair out for her. In a flash she realized that she was no longer a lady, a nicety that Prince Adam would extend to the lowliest female resident of his kingdom, could not be extended to her. In an emotional state, Elle sat herself at the appointed place, across the narrow table from the prince.

The food was quite scrumptious, Elle found it difficult to believe that she could ever cook anywhere near as well. Prince Adam placed a hand on Elle's bare knee under the table, held the wine goblet aloft and said, "Here is to a happy captivity!" Elle clinked her goblet with that of her Master, the word "captivity" rang hollow in her ears but she supposed that it was the best sentiment she could hope for. 

"Once we are done eating, slave, You will finish undressing me and we will see what comes to mind." 

Elle raised her face to her master. He was still shirtless. Having never seen a completely naked man before, the former princess was both curious and fearful. He sisters had told her that the first time was occasionally painful, Elle dreaded pain among all things. She returned her Master's statement with a neutral expression.

The Prince watched his slave eat. He was pleased that she had drunk all of her wine. The beverage had been laced with the extract of a vegetable that prevented pregnancy. His father had impressed upon him the need to keep his pet barren. Issues of secession would be thorny, there was no precedent for a Juriland royal ever having produced a child with a slave. There had been less of a problem for example when his renegade uncle had consorted with the daughter of farmers who worked his estate. The girl was given in marriage to a young peasant who agreed to protect the royal secret and raise the child as his own in exchange for a regular honorarium. But since slave offspring were technically slaves as well, a hornet's nest would ensue if Elle were to be found with child. 

For the next half hour the two hungry individuals ate mostly in silence as they devoured the first class meal. Elle was grateful to avoid talk about what would happen once the meal ended. Her completely cleared plate however forced her to raise her eyes and face Prince Adam. He wore a wolfish smile as he said, 

"Let us prepare for bed first."

Elle was startled to realize that her Master would be monitoring her bathroom habits. Not even her maids had watched Elle make waste. Despite her imploring expression, Prince Adam remained impassive. After what seemed like an eternity, the embarrassed former princess succeeded in relieving herself.

Elle then watched fascinated as her Master urinated. Outside of the horses in her stables, the young princess had never been in the presence of a pissing male. For the prince the relief was a double pleasure because she was at last able to free his manhood from the elastic that had strapped it to his leg. So intense had been his erections around his enticing slave that he felt sure that the device would lose its battle for control. 

Elle brushed her teeth, washed her hands and face and waited for her master to follow suit. Her heart was beating very intensely as Prince Adam took her arm and led her back into his bedroom. "You will be sleeping in the nude on all but the coldest nights. If you need warmth, snuggle up to my body. Hang your robe on that hook."

Elle did as told. A short time later she was seated before the prince pulling off his black shiny boots. Once the Prince's boots were off, Elle was commanded to remove his socks. He was clad now only in his pants and undershorts. Elle's hands were all aflutter as her Master stood and she unhooked his belt and reached for the button closure of the garment. Elle noticed the sizable bulge as her which appeared as soon as her soft hands met her master's flesh.

Elle tugged the trousers down and encountered her Master's boxers with what looked like it housed a tent post. Catching her breath Elle, pulled the shorts down and over the tent post and her eyes beheld her first male erection. Price Adam's smile widened as he witnessed his slave's eyes enlarge with wonder as she beheld his manhood.

"That, my slave, is called an erection. It is the symbol that a man is aroused. Without relief they become quite painful for a man. Your "job," for lack of a better term, is to take care of these for me. With stimulation I will receive relief, I will find that stimulation in your hands, your mouth, your anus and your sex."

Prince Adam chuckled inwardly as he watched his slave drink in this information.

"Now slave, please go to the bed, draw down the sheets, and climb in." 

With a mixture of curiosity and fear, Elle performed as instructed. She pulled the sheets over her nudity and watched her Master approach the bed. She noted that his erection seemed to throb of its own volition. Without preamble Prince Adam slid into bed and began to kiss Elle. 

Starting at her lips, Adam worked his way gently down Elle's body. The former princess could not believe that her breasts could be so sensitive as the experienced price teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue. Like it was happening to a stranger, Elle noted that she was breathing heavily. The wonderful feeling in her loins once Prince Adam began stimulating her sex with his mouth caught Elle completely by surprise. Abstractly she wondered if the lack of hair contributed to the wondrous sensation. Elle heard someone moan. It was a woman's voice. Then Prince Adam's head and shoulders appeared above the covers. He kissed the stimulated princess and then guided his manhood into her sex. 

For Elle, there was a moment of pain as her hymen tore, but her Master proceeded to enter her slowly. Elle had never felt so full as when Adam's manhood filled her. He rose to his elbows and began to rhythmically slide his penis in and out of her womanhood. Part of Elle felt like she was outside of her body watching the proceedings, her gasps of total bliss were completely alien to her. She felt the prince soften and the mixture of blood and semen seep out of her. 

"Well done, slave, well done," said the smiling prince soothingly. His body wrapped itself around Elle and he gently stroked and kissed her body. Elle was at a total loss for words before she was able to emit words that even she knew were inane, "Thank you, Master." 

Elle's mind was still processing what had happened to her while she laid in her Master's arms. If she was expected to do THIS regularly, her future was not one of unrelenting sadness. She returned the prince's kisses with more intensity than she had ever shown before. To her surprise, she felt the young prince stiffening once more.

"Shall we engage in the horizontal dance a second time, slave?" said the young prince solicitously. 

Elle was noncommittal but was soon plunged into anther sensation overload. If anything her senses were even more acute when the prince made love to her a second time. Once again the prince plunged his maleness into her femaleness and extracted an even louder series of moans from her throat. As the prince held her close a second time he whispered softly in her ear.

"Gently I will train you how to use the rest of your body to please me. I will strive to be a kind teacher if you strive to be an obedient pupil. Now I think that we should both get some sleep. It has been a very long day for both of us."

Elle closed her eyes and found herself fully relaxing in Prince Adam's arms. Although the former princess usually abhorred damp clothing, the wet spots in the bed did not bother her in the least. She drifted away to a slumber far more peaceful than she would have imagined when her day had begun.