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The Lost Prince

By: notbreckenridge



Yuri resisted the urge to throttle me. The large brute was forced to let me ride his horse—or rather to be pulled behind it in a soiled litter. The other one, Pieter, forbade him to strike me.

"The boy is too weak from the bad blood," he said. "The doctors said a punch or a fall might cause bleeding inside, and we can't fix that out here...if at all."

Yuri, with frost clinging to his beastly beard, grunted his bitter acknowledgement. 

Pieter touched my leg, bundled with several layers of wool, almost gently. He was a trim man with a very neatly trimmed mustache. He reminded me of some dashing soldiers I had seen meet with my father at a ceremony. 

"Do not fear, boy," he said. "We did not go to all this trouble to let a man like Yuri kill you. We might as well of finished you in the basement. We had plenty of bullets."

I said nothing. Bundled up in my woolen cocoon I was focused on staying warm. That shamed me so much. All the rest: all my family was dead. I watched it happen.

Our captors lured my family into cooperation by telling them they were going to be photographed to prove they were still alive. Then they offered a small cot to keep me warm. "Until the photographer arrives," they said.

My parents relented thinking it was for my health. After several awkward minutes went by and more and more thugs arrived, my father knew what would happen. He tried to reason with them. Why would the revolutionaries bother to kill us? They had won. Of course we were told accusingly of the army of White that was "murdering" to put my father back on the throne. Despite some hopeful nights when we imagined them coming over the snow-covered hills it ended up being too late to help us. My father told them that the rest of our family would happily give them a fortune in gold and jewels for us. 

The leader of the thugs said that our old imperialist manipulations would no longer work on the decent, hard-working people. The gun shots went on for several minutes. Despite what Pieter said, they did appear to run out of bullets at some point, and used their bayonets to finish my family off. Smoke hung in that basement for several minutes afterward. Even weeks later being pulled on the litter by Yuri's horse, I could still smell the acrid smoke. I could still smell my family's blood. 

I couldn't imagine why they kept me alive. It didn't seem like it would be worth it considering how grave my condition was. And my usual caregivers were gone: my mother, our doctors, and even Father Gregori. How would I be able to survive captivity?

It didn't matter. This was not a world I wanted to be a part of anyway. I tried to sleep for most of our long and shuffling journey. I hoped to die, but my wishes never did seem to come true. Our trip took us to different small towns and villages. It never occurred to me how vast and remote a country my family once ruled. The view from within a palace is a short one. I really didn't know my country or my people. 

Eventually, after much hardship we arrived at the camp known as "Number 147": a camp for criminals who needed reeducation before being allowed into the new workers republic. Outside the camp, I saw the pits and surrounding them were several hundred shell casings from rifles. I wondered how they determined if "reeducation" failed.

Yuri and Pieter carried me into one of the small building made from sheet metal and wood. There I was given to Doctor Gorski. The doctor was a tall man with graying black hair and a kind face, yet grim eyes. There was an odd sweet smell about him as he got close to me.

"I know your trip was a hard one, but it's not over. So is your old life though. You must understand that."

"What will you do to me?" I thought about the pits.

"The first thing you must learn is deference. You should know what that means from your old life."
"I'm not sure."

"Since you have just arrived, I will be lenient for a time. I am a doctor and one of the leaders of this camp. A position of authority and respect, yes?"

I nodded.

"Good. But it will be more than that. Your new life will be one of service. You are a servant now. Do you understand?"

I nodded again, but I had to ask a question. The doctor—my new doctor allowed me.

"Doctor, my illness won't let me do much, so how can I be a servant?"

Gorski gently moved some of my now longer and dirtier hair out of my eyes. 

"The new order is not without mercy. I have been working on a treatment that might work. Will you be brave for me?"

"I wanted to die."

"Dying is for those who cannot be saved. I want to save you."

I wasn't in a position to disagree. I longed for someone else's will to guide me. Thinking about what I could do for myself was too difficult.

The next several months went by slowly. Doctor Gorski nursed me back to one of the best forms of health I'd ever known. I did nothing that a servant would do though; in fact I did very little. The doctor even began to continue my education from where my private tutors left off. I liked that very much, but as soon as I was well enough I began to suffer the injections.

"This is part of your duty," he told me. "Your body is still young and growing, so I'll be able to change it into a healthier state."

The needles were big and he injected me all over. There were also pills, and I was grateful for those over the needles. He said they were vitamins, and there was no reason for me to object, because I was beginning to feel much better—stronger. 

Doctor Gorski didn't let me cut my hair. I had been kept well-groomed throughout my life, which meant short and combed hair. The longer it got, I began wondering how my sisters had ever dealt with such a thing. The doctor was very pleased when I finally began gaining weight. My bottom was of particular interest to him. For some reason he wanted to new gained flesh to trend towards it. 

As I grew stronger, I began to assist the doctor. Gorski and two others served as the general physicians for hundreds of people. Anything from injuries or illness, and even some surgeries. At first people believed me to just be some orphan boy who'd been put to work, but more and more people believed that I was a girl.

I didn't object for part of my duties included no speaking. The incidents also reminded me of the secret games my sisters would play with me where they dressed me as one of them. A silly game, but when one isn't allowed to play outside like a normal boy one learns to appreciate something new and different. I had even fewer rights at the camp, so why would I fight it? Besides, with the exception of the injections I wasn't abused. There was a very comfortable routine setting in. It was exciting to see so many interesting things. There were however some patients whom I wasn't allowed to meet. The doctor told me it was not yet time. I thought nothing of it.

Then I began noticing the changes in my body. Doctor Gorski said that my condition and inability to keep on weight had stalled my puberty, but now I was healthier so it would happen. Pimples were one thing, but when I started to notice the two modest mounds growing on my chest I panicked.

"Doctor Gorski," I said to him. "There is something very wrong. Boys are not supposed to grow breasts."

"Naturally. You are not a boy anymore."

"But I am. I was born a boy."
He gently touched my shoulder, and guided me to a chair. I didn't fully realize it at the time, but he hadn't been treating me as a man would treat a boy in most circumstances.

When he spoke I couldn't help but find it soothing. 

"I wanted to save you, and I have. Your mother and your sisters were carriers of your affliction. Your father's side did not have it. As a boy it affected you horribly. As part of my treatment, we have begun your transformation into a girl."

"But I don't want to be a girl!"

"What are you?"

"A boy—"

"—no. You are a servant. Did you forget?"

"No," I said meekly. "I am a servant."

"It's for the best. You're not alone in this. We've done it for several like yourself now. You'll be very healthy, and you must understand that there are still some men who would want you dead. This way the old you will be dead and the new you won't have a death sentence hanging over her head."

"'Her'?" I asked. 

He nodded. 

That's when it really started.

The next several years went on much the same, but I was different. I began wearing girls' clothes and a nurse's uniform whenever I helped the doctor. I had nowhere to go and none but he to turn to. The pit was still there and every once in a while prisoners were rendered into it. I wondered if my family had been thrown into such a pit, and that did make me feel so guilty. Perhaps we were all meant to die, and so in a way going into the pit would be like going home. 

But what if I didn't die after they shot me? I'd seen people brought into the clinic that had been shot and lingered for days in agony. What if that happened and I was left with the rotting bodies or even buried alive? Doctor Gorski was nice enough, but who knew?

So I stayed and I began a new life. There were more injections and pills. Then the doctor performed some surgery on my face to ensure the appropriate features. He used pictures of my sisters for inspiration. My hair was eventually made up to look like my sisters: long, brunette and thick. A combination of injections and two surgeries altered the shape of my hips and bottom. The pain was terrible, but the doctor assured me that it would get better.

My eighteenth birthday came faster than I could've imagined. By that point I was famous within the camp. Men knew of the shy, but attractive young nurse who worked for the doctor. The cute girl with the sad gray eyes. Many of them looked at me in ways that made me feel odd. They also spoke about the doctor and me, and assumed that I serviced him sexually though I didn't.

One day after our shift, the doctor had me remain inside the clinic for a routine examination. I wasn't bashful in front of him. He had made every inch of me. I removed my blouse and skirt. My simple tie-bra held in place a pair of large breasts that I was still not comfortable with. A year before the doctor made another breakthrough that expanded my previously moderate breast growth. Gorski cupped and felt them while I stood there waiting for his approval.

"You've come a long way," he said. "A young woman like you could want nothing better, Valentina."

My new name had taken some time to get used to. I repeated it to myself often.

"I'm glad you find me healthy, doctor."

Over time my voice had transformed from a young boys to a girl's, and then into a young woman's. It wasn't as high as some of the other girls, but no one suspected anything. The doctor moved on to my hips, which he was quite proud of crafting.

"Not exactly birth-giving hips, but sadly you won't ever do that. In the next century perhaps the technology would be here, but you are amazing."

He had me look at my bottom in the mirror. It was shapely and plump for my thin body. 

"Truly amazing," he said, admiring his favorite part of me. Gorski felt me there. "Many of the guards stare at this wonderful rear of yours. Some have begged me for the chance to have you. Do you know that?"

"Yes, doctor."

He lingered with my bottom, and hesitantly teased my hole with his finger. My breath caught in my throat. He had never touched me like that before—not really.

"But what would they do if they knew about this?"

He grabbed my hips and turned me around to look at what had become my biggest secret: I still had my boy parts. My penis and testicles were smaller than the ones I'd seen on most of our male patients. Gorski said his treatment had kept them smaller and most of my body hair off.

"You're a woman," he often said to me, and I believed it. I was just a slightly different one.

Gorski nimbly played with my male parts as he spoke. "It is possible to remove these and fashion a proper vagina for you—a mostly functional one anyway. But, it would be greatly difficult and very risky. Perhaps you are meant to keep them," he said as he noticed how hard I'd gotten.

He stoked me fully, and his other hand returned to my bottom to find the opening with his finger. After some gentle prodding, Gorski inserted his whole finger slowly. I stifled a cry, and whether it was from the pain of his entrance or the pleasure of his stroking I couldn't tell.

"Do you like this?" he asked—his own breath was getting heavy.

"Yes," I admitted. "It feels wonderful."

"Do you still play with yourself when you're alone?"

I nodded. I had made several attempts to stop, for I knew that it was not something a girl did, but it felt so good to have the release.

"You are a bad girl, Valentina," he told me. "Bad girls do things like that. Not exactly like you do, but they do it for their men."

Perhaps I should have known this was coming. Things that happened in the camp typically began as rumors. This was just another one. I had learned much from his books and from being a nurse. I'd also spoken to the other women about it. They didn't know my secret, but they talked still. They spoke of sex with their men. Was that to be our arrangement?

I felt a stirring in my loins and knew I was close to the release. The doctor's finger in me only made it more intense. I was beginning to loosen back there and respond more intensely. 

"Will you be mine willingly?" he asked. "You will be treated with kindness—with love."

"But I'll still be a servant."

"Yes," he said with some trace of regret. "Some things have to be, but other things could be so good. So, will you do it willingly?"

I could have taken the risk. He had become sweet on me over the years. I was far from what I once was. The other women sometimes talked about the good things that came of it. While their men could often dominated them, there were times when some men were gentle and wanted to please them.

"I am a woman," I said.

"Yes."

"Then...I can be yours."

Gorski resumed his gratification of my body. When I was about to explode he stopped, and I almost yelled at him. However, he urged me to lie down onto one of the larger cots we had. It was not a romantic setting at all. The cot was worn and old, and the smell of ether of sanitary rinse hung in the air. 

The doctor kissed my neck. I resisted at first—feeling that it was an assault, but it began to feel so good: his hot breath on my throat and the tingling as it dried in the air. His strong hands found my breasts, and while they often seemed awkward to me—something about how he touched them made my breath catch in my throat. In time I could tell that his own need was becoming frantic. He quickly stood, shed his own clothes, and returned to kissing me. In that brief moment I saw that he was a fairly lean man with only the slightest trace of a paunch on his strong frame. 

I felt his erect member rub against mine as he kissed me. It was much bigger and so rigid against me. I was so nervous back then.

"Doctor," I said between his kisses. "I know how a man makes love to a normal woman, but how can—"

He touched my lips with his finger. His other hand returned to my rear hole. I knew then.

"While you've responded quite well with your lovely ass, this is your first time. We are going to need some help."

Gorski left me breathing heavy and unsatisfied on the bed, and went to his supply cabinet. I knew the container he retrieved. It was a medical lubricant. He spread it on his finger, and then returned it to my hole. The doctor worked them in slowly and spread the cold slippery liquid around. A second finger joined the one I'd come to know, and while I was still tight around them I was also getting used to it. I was beginning to love it.

"I can't wait to truly feel the heat inside you," he said. "To be inside you."

"Don't you feel it now?"

"It's not the same. When we are truly connected it will be special. I am going to fully make a woman out of you."

I didn't know what to say at first. I made the choice to be willing. I was kissing him back, and I was responding to his touch. When I thought about his hard member I desired it. My old self was truly gone. Maybe not into the pit with the others, but somewhere else.

"Do it," I whispered to him, "Make Valentina your woman."

I knew from the look he gave me then, that I had made him so happy in that short moment. He stuffed one of the small hospital pillows under my back, and lifted up my legs to have better access to me. It felt odd at first like I was going to be flipped over, but I trusted him in that moment. I felt immense pressure when he entered me. The weight of his body pressed against mine was also shocking. There were aches from the walls of my bottom as he filled me, but I let it happen, and gripped the thin sheet to steady myself.

With my ankles on his shoulders, Gorski began to slowly push his manhood into me, and then pull it almost out until the tip was just inside, and then repeated. I moaned with nearly every one of his thrusts. The withdrawal hurt more than the entry, and I desperately wanted it back in. The sounds it made were odd, and there was of course the smell, but I didn't mind those with the sensations I was getting.

"Do I feel good? "I asked.

"You're amazing," he said. "I promise you: stay with me like this and you will never want for anything."

"Just promise you'll take care of me."

"Always."

I felt something indescribable at that point: a relief and something kind of like hope.

"Does it feel good to you?" He asked between his breathing and thrusting.

I nodded. "It hurts a little, but is good. Keep going."

His pace increased, and my own hand found my small penis and rapidly stroked its hardness. When my release came I spewed my meager load onto my large breasts that rolled with our motion. I stared in fascination as my seed slid over my nipple. Not long after I felt Gorski tense, and a moment later a torrent of warmth poured into me.

He told me he loved me—me, a servant! I felt...honored, and I believe that I did feel love.

Gorski's breathing slowed, and he let himself go soft inside of me before he pulled out. He lay beside me then. We didn't speak, but he took me in his arms and held me. I felt safe and warm in those arms. Things had changed, and there was at least some sense of hope...until the wooden door shattered inward with a terrible crack. All at once men in wool coats with rifles were yelling. They told us not to move, and had their long guns pointed at us.

"I demand to know the meaning of this," Doctor Gorski demanded. "How dare you do this!"

Pieter was there with his pistol aimed at Gorski. "Comrade Doctor," he said. "There have been rumors of degenerate behavior. The politburo finds this very disturbing. A man of your years and authority having relations with this...young nurse."

"You know very well that--"

"—I know," said Pieter. "Do not worry. You will continue your work. She is indeed proof of your brilliant success, and because of that I'll be taking her with me. This girl is the property of the people."

I clung to Gorski, but they pulled me away. Some of the men were shocked to see my secret, but not all of them. Not Pieter. I wasn't the only one after all. 

"This woman is mine," shouted Gorski, and he tried to take me back, but was hit by a rifle butt. He fell on the wooden floor, and held his bleeding face.

"Do not be so dramatic," said Pieter. "You've made more than one servant, and you'll make more. You can fuck them when you need to. This one is too special for one man."

With that they made me dress in my uniform and gave me a thick wool coat to wear. I was crying uncontrollably, and felt tightness in my throat that threatened to seize the life from me. What were they going to do to me?


The Lost Prince Ch. 02



Our journey from Camp Number 147 was a very sad and long one. I managed to sneak a few last peeks of the place that had been my home for the years during which my life had changed the most. Doctor Gorski watched me depart as long as he could, but the pain in his face and the biting cold soon proved to be too much for him. I imagined him going inside to rest on the bed that had all too briefly been ours. I thought about him crying about me and worrying. I didn't want to believe that as Pieter said: he would soon find another. 

Despite his grim promises Yuri left me alone: there would be little he could do with Pieter there. The well-groomed officer kept Yuri in check like a beast of burden. The hairy brute was left to lead the horses as our wagon moved slowly towards its destination. Pieter rode beside me, and we were joined by three of the soldiers. The others had been given the dubious privilege of riding in the motor car, which strangely enough seemed to be a much rougher ride than that of the wagon.

"Much has changed," said Pieter brushing the frost from his small moustache. "You might not even recognize the country anymore."

"I never saw much of it to begin with."

"Yes, I remember now. You went from one cloistered life to another. It's funny how a person might change so much and yet remain so much the same. This is not your fault though."

This made me curious. "I thought that I was a criminal to your people simply for being who I was."

Pieter shrugged. "The key word is 'was'. That was during some necessary brutality. It's a lot like shaping a piece of metal or carving a stone. Some has to be destroyed and there is definitely some violence involved, but once you can see your goal in sight you can relax and let your work begin to speak for itself."

"You think that what you did was art?" Everything that happened in the basement came back: the cacophony of gunshots, my father's pleas to kill him but not his family, and the smoke that hung in the air like a fog that chased away the sunshine that had been my old life.

"No. I was trying to be poetic. I thought your new self might appreciate it." He smiled at me. "I must say that Gorski did some amazing work." He cupped my chin in his gloved hand, and examined me closely. "Those sad gray eyes are haunting. You're as beautiful any young woman that nature might make. I would like to treat you as such. Do you understand?"

With nothing else to say, I nodded.

"Good. I will be gentle and sweet with you when I can, and in return you will be demure and cooperate with every order I give. If you fail to do this, I will feel that my charms have failed, and that maybe you are more suited to the kinds of affection that Yuri could give you."

I noticed the small smile creep across the side of Yuri's mouth even though he was facing away from us. He heard what Pieter had said. I nearly shuddered at the thought of it.

"Please," I said. "I'll be good."

"I truly hope so. During the revolution I saw Yuri do things to people who would not cooperate. It was not pleasant, but that is why his kind is still needed. Now, get some rest. There is still much journeying to do. I read the reports that Gorski made. He claimed to have educated you. I will continue to do so."

"Could I read those reports?"

He turned to me, genuinely interested. "You would want to? Don't you think that your perception of your...lover might be ruined?"

"What else would I have to lose at this point?"

Pieter chuckled lightly. The other soldiers remained stoic. I knew at that point that Pieter had complete control over them. It seemed that he wasn't just a master over beasts like Yuri, but then officers were supposed to be greater than average men.

"You have changed," he said. "It's good that you have developed a skill. There is always a need for nurses. I've noticed that nurses are in many ways like soldiers: the intent behind them is generally good, but they spend much of their time in the company of death. I have much hope for you, 'Valentina'."





The Lost Prince Ch. 02



His soldiers had their rifles ready, and the villagers somehow looked even more desperate than they had been before.

"I had thought myself to be clear," said Pieter. "This girl was not to be harmed. She was willing to do whatever chores you asked of her as a good citizen should, but there was no need to hurt her. Why was this done?"

"That is no girl," said the boy who had not wanted to sleep with me. "She is some monster from that camp."

"Let go of your peasant superstitions" said Pieter. "There are no monsters."

"She is a whore," said Boris standing by his friends. "You brought a whore into our home."

His other friends stood silently. They didn't appreciate the attention that he was drawing upon them.

"And who knows whores better than those who cavort with them?" said Pieter. "I remember you, Boris. You and your friends are terrors with the poor and slow girls out here. Did you and your friends molest my young charge?"

"She gave herself eventually," he said. "They all do that in the end."

Pieter looked at me with an odd smirk as if he deeply amused by me. I looked at the ground, and pretended that I could go back to being invisible.

"Then why did you punch her?"

"You know why," said Boris. 

What happened next was so sudden that I hadn't even taken my eyes off the ground before it happened. Pieter pulled out his pistol and shot all of Boris' friends. Many of the villages wailed for those young men had been their sons and brothers. The others cowered in fear. Pieter's soldiers had their rifles ready, but fortunately no one made any move to attack. The authority that Party Members like Pieter had out in these rural areas was absolute. 

Boris looked to be the most horrified of all despite the fact that he had been spared.

Pieter holstered his gun, and brushed at his moustache while a cloud of gun smoke rose over his face like weather over a distant mountain. "I want you to live, Boris. I want you to worry about this girl, because there might be another girl out there that you don't want hurt. Would she want you to treat young Valentina this way knowing that someone else might be doing the same to her? Please, think about that. If I come out this way again there will be no more tolerance your behavior."

We left shortly after. The aftermath of the situation had made everyone grim and quiet except for Pieter. He whistled a delightful song once we were in the wagon again. 

"I'm sorry," I said once we were miles away. "I should not have caused trouble."

He laughed, and then cupped my face again to examine my bruise. "It's not so bad. A girl like you will take a great lesson from all this. Shame about Boris' friends. I wondered if they would take advantage of you. So you were willing?"

"You knew that it would happen, didn't you?"

"I said that you should 'help' them in any way you could. It was a possibility. Do you feel guilty?"

"I was..."

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if you thought I was a whore now."

"No," he said. "You must have stood up to them in some way. Most of their other victims are not so strong. I'm actually proud of you."

Then the most remarkable thing of that day happened: Pieter kissed me. The other soldiers said nothing, and Pieter didn't give their thoughts any mind. He just looked at me. His blue eyes were bright in the morning glow. I tried to decide if they reminded me of cold ice or pretty flowers.



The Lost Prince Ch. 03



Author's Note: So, let me say that I am sorry that this took so long to get out. One of the problems I had was that I really wanted to get Valentina out of the area where she was. You'll notice that this is a shorter section than I normally post. My Beta Reader suggested that I break it up because it was just too big. The other part will be up shortly after I make the final edits and read it some more. Where we last left off, our "lost prince" was taken from the prison camp where he became "Valentina". In the second part she did some traveling and was violated by some of the angry youths with nothing else to do. Now we begin the last stretch of the journey towards the west of the former empire where the big cities are. 

Everyone is over eighteen of course, and if you've already read the earlier parts and are in this section of the site then you can pretty much guess what you're going to get in this story. Once again, I know this is shorter, and much of it is about the traveling and the character. I really need to see the character's journey to get the story in my head. Don't worry. More goodies await. 

*****

We avoided the worst of the storms with some luck, and thanks to Yuri, who knew the land well. The burly man leered at me with lustful intent whenever he got the chance, but I was never alone with him. Pieter bundled me in a wool blanket, and gave me sips of brandy from a small flask he kept in his coat. He hadn't kissed me since we'd left the village. That made it less awkward, I supposed, but the prospect of tenderness was something that I desperately looked forward to. That was at least a small comfort as we trudged down the road in a small convoy of wagon and motor car. Great stretches of land were before us, and near barren tundra gave way to copses of trees that marked the edges of forests that were nearly buried by snow. The people in the wilderness lived between the forest and the everlasting flat. Our "road" had been made by untold wagons and horses coming down it. Eventually we noticed the train tracks, and then followed them.

It took us over a week to reach the small train station and the cluster of buildings that some of the soldiers jokingly referred to as "the town". There wasn't much there besides the ticket station and a fuel depot. The others buildings were mostly ramshackle and operated only to support those. We were still in the far reaches of what had once been part of a great empire. Now people like Pieter called it the "Great Bastian of Social Justice": a paradise for the worker. Judging by what I'd seen in the village the definition of "paradise" seemed to have changed while I had been at the camp for all those years. I remembered it being something that the priests talked about: something that would never actually be in the normal world. My father used to say as much. He had lost most of his faith during the last war—the one that the revolutionaries negotiated our country out of. 

I cared nothing for that. I was grateful to be inside and out of the cold. Not all of our party was to go on the train. Some of the soldiers would remain in the area as part of the local garrison. The royalist "Army of White" had been defeated, but there was still concern about pockets of resistance. Somewhere, deep inside of me was withered seed that held out hope that they might find me, but what would they make of me now? They would expect the son of my father, not some "girl" being called Valentina. 

I sat on a large wooden bench while Pieter spoke to the station manager. He had some documents in a leather pouch, and impressed upon the man the importance of our journey. The man behind the counter seemed to be a tired and lonely sort, hidden behind several layers of clothing too big for him. He wasn't one to argue, and so our arrangements were made. I was hoping that Yuri would be staying behind, but that was too much to hope for. We had time until the next train was due, and so we began to wait. 

Thankfully, Pieter's connections managed to get us some time at the facilities provided to the local garrison. We had not been able to bathe at all during our journey. The last time I could actually recall doing so was at the camp the day before Pieter and his men seized me from Doctor Gorski. The chill of the cold had prevented a great deal of sweat, but needless to say our general odor was rank by the time we got to that station. I had never had that sour "human smell" on myself before. I was so grateful when Pieter told me that I would be allowed to bathe and wash my clothes. My nurse's uniform was all I had of my own. I considered the coat and blanket to be conditional "gifts" from Pieter. 

The tub was essentially a large tin container with a wooden frame built around it. This was not the refined indulgence of a true banya, but rather the creation of pragmatic workers who wanted to keep clean and warm. A wood-fired furnace heated water that was kept in another tin container, and then pumped into one of four tubs. Pieter said there were places like this built at many of the railway stops, so that the soldiers, who were usually transported by train, could bathe and avoid disease. 

"I've used many," he said. "Of course we had very little time to enjoy ourselves. Our commanders understood that the good men of our country bathe to distinguish themselves from the savages, but with train cars full of men, what can you do? Anyway, there is soap and towels. See to yourself. I must go tend to the other men. I'm keeping them from you for your benefit."

He touched my face gently with his gloved hand.

"Boris and his friends got to enjoy you, but from now on I intend to keep you in reserve. There is a destiny awaiting you."

In those confusing days of transition I probably believed him. Like Gorski, he had become the compass of my world. How was I to know or even understand anything different?

Pieter left me there, and I stood alone before the tub. I carefully removed my nurse's uniform. It desperately needed to be washed. I didn't want to think about the wreck of my hair. I had kept it covered over most of our journey, but I knew that it desperately needed to be cleaned. 

When I removed my bra, my breasts felt so cold in the air despite the warmth of the tub before me. Even after a few years of having them fully developed they felt awkward and so heavy. There were no older sisters or mother to educate me about such things. These billowy "glands" were a strange thing. In my time at the camp I'd tried to pry a little information from the other nurses, but I was always so worried that they would discover what I was. Of course, at that point I was beginning to wonder if they always knew, and simply played a role for my benefit. 

When I first dipped my foot into the tub I thought that the water would scald me. Gradually, the burning gave way to a deep penetrating feeling of shear warmth that was soothing. I eased my whole body into the hot water. I felt the heat warm up my male parts first, and then my breasts as they sunk into the water. After spending so much time on the cold road it was like being born again. I dipped my head beneath the water, and began to wash away the grime of days. It was still wild with growth, but I had no way to cut it. After washing it as well as I could with the soap, I pulled my long mess of brown hair behind my head, and relaxed in the warmth of the tub.

Maybe things were not so bad, I thought. I was alone and not being exploited at the moment. Every breath of hot, moist air that I took felt reinvigorating and "free". I could have stayed there like that forever. That would have been my heaven on earth.

"You seem different already," said Pieter appearing from nowhere.

I covered myself instinctively, despite the fact that he'd already seen all there was to me.

"I thought you had things to do," I stammered.

"Done already, I am a very efficient worker at my tasks." He pulled off his leather gloves and put them in his back pocket. "That is why I am trusted to care for you."

I began to wonder who had been deciding these things for my life. Why hadn't I been killed in the basement? Why would they do this to me? Wouldn't it have been easier to take and exploit one of my sisters? And then after leaving me with Gorski for years, why would they suddenly want me? All of these years and all of these changes, what had they really meant?

"How are you getting along in your washing?"

"Well...I..."

Pieter unbuttoned his sleeves, and rolled them up. I noticed the unusual swirl-patterned and shiny scars along his right forearm. My time working as a nurse told me that these scars were from burns that he'd suffered long ago. What faint arm hair he had only grew around the burns. Pieter scooped up some of the water and splashed it on me.

"The water feels very good," I admitted. "The road was cold and hard." And hardly a "road" I didn't add.

He nodded. "Gorski's camp is far out there. The People's Party would rather it be a kept a secret."

"There are others like me." It was more of a statement than a question. Pieter accepted it though.

"Yes. Gorski's work had been around since your father was in power. In the last several years though, he's made great strides. The Party concluded that his treatments could be useful in the reeducation of those believed to be corrupted. I took you to him for that reason. It was a new chance at life for you. Ultimately it was you and the doctor who made it happen, but I had to get you to that point."

What should I have said? That I would have preferred the bullets and the pits? 

"You must be clean for your journey," said Pieter.

He took up a cake of soap in his hand and began to wash my sides and stomach. I tried to keep my breasts covered, but his gaze penetrated me enough that I relented, and moved my hands away.

Pieter smiled at the sight of them. "Beautiful: a true lady."

He then began applying the soap to my breasts, and worked up a thick lather. Eventually both of his hands were feeling at them. My breath caught in my throat at the attention. I should have hated him, but the massage he was giving me felt so good. He worked at them deeply, and I shuddered at every moment.

"Valentina," he said to me. "Do not think of yourself as anything but a servant and a girl. The past is gone. This new body and this new life is the way you are meant to be."

It felt so good that there was little hope to argue. This body that Gorski had given me was mine. It was "Valentina", and as much as I might resist it she was me. 

Pieter couldn't see it, but under the soapy, murky water my dainty boy parts had grown hard. My body loved all of the attention—no matter how conflicted my mind was. Somehow, he seemed to know this about me.

"The heat," he offered. "It can bring us back to where we want to be. Your body is still young, so any attention can bring you there, yes?"

My breathing increased. I couldn't help it. Had Doctor Gorski's treatments altered my body in such a way that I was made so desperate with sexual need? Pieter knew that my body was at his mercy then. We were alone in the tub room. He stared at me with those bright blue eyes of his. I was still so much a child compared to him despite the passage of years.

He slid his uncovered arm down into the hot water. His fingers trailed my stomach and then slid down between my legs. I tried crossing them closed, but there was little resisting his advances. He found my hard cock with his hand, and gripped me firmly.

"There you are," he said. "This feels good, doesn't it?"

I nodded, unable to lie.

He began stroking me slowly in the water. I gripped the sides of the tub.

"Men have taken from you," he said. "But how many have given? I know what you truly are, Valentina. A 'new girl' for sure, but deep inside you is a drive that most natural women will never know. I told you that if you obeyed, then I would be good to you. So it is now."

He kept at me. I was a toy in his hand, and he knew exactly how to handle me. I reached the brink quickly.

"Pieter..."

"Ask my permission."

"May I...May I...?"

"You may," he said, and finished me off. I released soon after. The orgasm shook my body. Little globules of my seed floated up the surface of the graying water. 

He held onto me. The tip of my small cock was burning in the water. I was small and fragile in his hand—a doll for him to manipulate.

"This was good?"

"Yes...Oh yes."

"Good. Be a good girl for me, and I will take care of you. Can you do that, Valentina?"

I nodded enthusiastically. It was a simple transition I decided. I would be Pieter's woman from now on.

"Finish your bathing," he said. "Wash your clothing too."

He left me again in the tub. After I caught my breath, I grabbed for my clothes and began washing them in my bath water. The remnants of my seed didn't bother me. Not much was bothering me at that point. 

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Post Script: Thank you so much for your continued interest. I know it must be hard considering the last time this was updated. I find it to be a pain when there is a story I want to see more of and the author has disappeared. As to the next update: it is coming soon. I've actually been getting around to editing a slew of things that have been sitting on the flash drive for a while now. Valentina may still be on the road, but remember that she was in a very remote place. Now at least they have a train, and the good thing about a train is that there is much more room to do things on it. 

I did consider an actual "banya" scene, but didn't think such a luxury would be at a train depot for soldiers. The idea of the banya has often been used for comedic effect in western stories, and I want to do a little more research because I'm not writing a slapstick comedy here. 

Thanks again. Please know that I greatly appreciate your comments and your votes. I'm always thrilled when I see that someone enjoyed something that I wrote. When you're a writer this is really the reward for all the effort. 



The Lost Prince Ch. 04



Author's Note: Sorry for the wait. Here is Chapter 4 as promised. This is a longer section than the last, and is one of the things that I wanted to build up to. Hopefully this has more of what some of you have been waiting for. When we last left off Valentina and the rest had left the road for the small comforts of a train station. During that time Valentina got closer to Pieter, and is dealing with the idea of being his. This will be the last section to take place in the wilderness or semi-wilderness. Everyone is over 18 of course. If you've read all this way to chapter 4 then you know what is in this story and the section that it lives in. If you find any of these acts or scenarios revolting why are you in this section and reading the fourth chapter of a story like this? My goal is to get fully back on track. The next parts are still in rough form, but my beta reader has them. Enjoy.

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I was a new person when the train arrived with its whistle and loud exhalations of stream. I felt relieved after my time with Pieter. My nurse's uniform hung loose on my frame, which had been made even thinner from the journey. It only seemed to make my breasts, hips, and bottom, all of which had been enhanced by Gorski's science stand out even more. They were still voluptuous and attracted a good deal of interest. I was too lost in the aftermath of pleasure to think about this at the time. There must have been a small, stupid smile on my face as I sat on the bench. Some of the soldiers were staring at me. Perhaps they were thinking about me bathing in the hot water of the tub. Most of them knew very well what I was, but out here on the frontier I was more female than what they often got to be around. 

One of the young men made little kisses at me from afar. I smiled at him, and shifted myself in a way to give him a look at my pleasing cleavage. His face lit up. I couldn't believe that it was so easy to manipulate men. In the village there had been that moment when I was willing to become the wife of one of those boys. It was hard to describe, but a part of my mind was decidedly more feminine by that point. I was more than willing to please men if they treated me gently.

Was that wrong?

The steam floated through the cold air as we approached the steel caterpillar that was the locomotive. Pieter ushered me in front of the others. The train attendant saw me and smiled. Apparently, he was used to seeing only soldiers ride these rails.

"Such a pretty young girl," he said. "I will find a nice place for you.

I was escorted to my own private car. The train had few people riding it at this time. In our travels, Pieter had spoken of the great improvements that had been made since the revolution. More people had been brought into the cities to work at the new factories which were being built everywhere. It was difficult at first because so many young men had been lost during my father's "pointless imperialist war", and in the revolution brought on to oust the royalists. Everyone would be working now. The new factories and cooperative farms would clothe and feed everyone. There would be no greed and no hunger.

I said nothing during his lectures on their new workers' utopia. I believed in none of it. Doctor Gorski had told that me that while I was at the camp a great famine had come and killed over five million of our people. Men like Pieter must have believed that fewer mouths would be easier to feed.

I was excited to see that my private cabin had a large padded seat that folded down. Many of the other cars had simple bench seats. There were definitely advantages to being a girl or at least appearing to be one. I didn't even care that Pieter locked me in the cabin. I was out of the cold and alone to myself. That seat looked so inviting. I wanted to sleep for an entire day.

As often happened, the brief solitary respite didn't last for long. Pieter came in with a leather bag. He set it on the seat adjacent from mine. Was he going to be sharing the cabin with me? I should have known that such privacy was just not an option for me.

Pieter pulled off his boots and set them on the floor. He sighed with relief at that. Then he peeled off his socks, folded them, and set them on the top of his boots.

"I cannot truly describe the relief of taking my boots off," he said. "During the revolution I hoped that I would not die with my boots on. My mother used to say that it was unlucky to do so."

That was a new one for me. I remembered how religious my mother got during the worst parts of my illness. It wasn't so much about luck though. I did remember the holy relics that the priests would bring to bless with me. I came to believe briefly that those were lucky. Of course I didn't mention this to Pieter. These Party Members like Pieter had declared that God was a great delusion and that the priests were all charlatans.

I noticed that Pieter was missing part of his middle toe on his left foot. I was quick to look away, but he saw me anyway.

"A sacrifice of my own flesh," he said. "That first trip, when we took you to Gorski's camp, was a very hard one. You slept through most of it."

"Why was there no wagon?"

He leaned back in the seat. "It was an odd situation. You were supposed to be killed, but then there were orders to separate you and..."

He caught himself. We sat there in a loaded silence, but nothing came out.

"My family?"

"Yes," he said finally. "Some believed that the French and British would invade to put down the revolution and restore the monarchy. My commander believed that keeping you would be useful. Then he panicked at the idea of contradicting his superiors and told me to get rid of you. The others had been taken elsewhere, so Yuri and I set out on our own."

"And now I am like this."

Was it all a fluke? If neither God nor destiny had anything to do with this fate of mine did that make it a joke? 

"Valentina," he said. "That is the last time you must think of yourself as that person. Your past is gone. This is who you are now." He reached over and cupped my cheek. "A pretty young woman that men want."

He held on to me for a while and stared into my eyes. He must have liked the gray of them. I had come to like the blue of his. I wanted them to be kind to me. Was what happened in the tub kindness or just lust?

From his leather bag Pieter retrieved a new flask I hadn't seen before. He opened it and took a sip. Whatever it was he savored it for some time, and then offered it to me. I'd already been taking sips of brandy from him, so this would be no different. I took a sip, and had to pull it away. It was much sweeter than before. 

"Lingon berries," he said. "I found it in the Officer's station. I thought that maybe it was time that you became more comfortable now that we are warmer."

"Thank you."

I took another sip, and after several moments I was feeling much warmer, and just better in a way that was difficult to describe. Eventually I gave him back the flask not really noticing how much of it I had already drunk.

"Boris and his friends were very lucky," said Pieter.

I really didn't want to talk about it, but there was no changing the conversation when it appeared he was so intent on it. So I just had to give in to him.

"He hated me. I reminded him of his brother. He said that his brother was taken—"

"—to the camp. Yes. Gorski had come to admire the boy, and wanted him. So, I went and took him one day. It was a mercy really. I promise you that she is now happier than he ever was."

Was I happier as a she? I no longer had my family, but then I didn't feel sick anymore. I could walk around, and had even worked along with others. I didn't have to worry about bruising easily or getting a cut that would not stop bleeding. 

I looked at Pieter. He was definitely handsome. That seemed a strange think to ponder, but then again I had flirted with that soldier at the station. That was me. That was Valentina. She did things like that, I decided.

There was no denying the energy between us. Being reminded of my apparent purpose only made it all that more noticeable. I was a servant that was made for pleasure. If I wanted to ensure that I had a future, I had better be stacking the cards in my favor. Pieter was kind. I could be his "woman."

"We are alone," I said, offering Pieter a little smile.

"True. The others are two cars down trying to get some food. A reheated stew if I'm not mistaken. Are you hungry right now?"

I shook my head.

"Neither am I. Being on the road teaches you how to live in hunger, and that can be very liberating. I do have a certain other appetite that was teased by our little time in the tub."

Pieter put the flask of sweet-tasting brandy away, and waited for me.

I nodded. My head felt light then. As much as I wanted to fight against this fate it had felt so good to have him touching me. He'd made me climax with his hand, and I wanted more of it. I spread my blanket on the seat, and put my coat over the top of it. I had to take a few breaths to steady myself, and to remind myself that I was Valentina. 

The top of my uniform was already down a bit from showing off to that one soldier. I opened more of the top buttons, and then went to work on the ones on the side. The uniforms that we wore at the camp were meant to be very snug. 

"I saw you teasing one of my men," he said. "Did you enjoy doing that?"

I stopped. "Yes. I think so. I liked being smiled at in that way. It was as if he liked me."

"That is how life is for pretty girls. Smiles and happy thoughts. Even in this new land of ours where we are to be true equals, it will be hard to not give into to such whims."

He leaned over and kissed me. Then he helped me with the rest of my buttons. Pieter had my top pulled down to my waist, and then he went to work on my bra, and untied it quickly. After smelling it, he folded it, and set neatly on the other seat. Once again my breasts were exposed to him, and I felt a sudden anxiousness as though I was being judged again. Pieter had already said that he liked them, but I couldn't help but feel inadequate.

"Would anyone ever believe that you had been someone different? I barely can," he said.

Pieter put his mouth to my left breast, and suckled at me. He teased at my nipple with his tongue. His left hand squeezed my other one. He loved my breasts. My breath caught in my throat. I was letting him do it. I was willing. With Gorski I had become willing because I believed that it was my purpose as a servant. Boris and his friends had given me little choice, but in the tub and now here I was willing, and indeed desperate for it to happen.

I peeled the rest of my uniform down until I was left in my underwear. My cock was already bulging inside my panties. Pieter petted at my bulge playfully.

I was suddenly embarrassed that I would never just be a normal woman. Pieter didn't seem to mind though.

"Undress me," he said.

I nervously fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Never had my fingers seemed so useless. All he did was smile the whole time, and wait. That put me at some ease. After his shirt and undershirt I exposed his chest. He had a tight chest: thin, but well-define by trim muscle.

Pieter brought me into his lap, and hugged me into him: squashing my breasts against his chest. I loved the feeling of it. This was something that a real woman could feel while with her man. I decided that Valentina would love it.

Pieter let me down, and I went to work on his pants. His shining belt buckle was still there. I think that at the time it meant to me that he was so much better than those young men in the village. He was the closest thing to a gentleman that I was going to get. When I got his trousers down I noticed for the first time that he wore long underwear. This was very common for a field soldier. I pulled those off and finally had him naked. His cock was already somewhat erect and growing.

"You seem more comfortable with yourself," said Pieter.

"Because of you," I said. "You made me feel so good in the tub. I want to make you feel good."

He cupped my bottom through the panties.

"You're a very good girl," he said, and then he slid the panties off of me.

My cock was already anxious, and I could feel it almost at the point of leaking.

"You're a servant," he said. "My servant."

I nodded. If I could just only be his servant then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. 

"Pleasure yourself," he ordered. "I want to watch you."

I began lightly stroking my cock in earnest. It was strange that after so much build up he didn't want to take me himself. I was so frustrated by that point. All of that pent up energy surged into me, and I pumped myself more. It got harder and my breathing increased. The release was coming. The tingle in my testicles made it feel as though they would fall away into an abyss of rapture. I was about to burst. 

"Stop," he ordered.

I did, and cringed at the recoil of pleasure that was unfulfilled. 

"Don't cum," he said. "I must teach you discipline. Your pleasure is always secondary. A servant such as you is to pleasure others."

I nodded, and tensed my bottom trying to calm down my arousal.

"So," he said. "How can you offer me pleasure?"

"...my mouth, and my bottom."

"No. It must be your whole body. Your tits, you lips, and even your smile. All of you is for the pleasure of others. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

He eyed me up and down for a time. 

"Keep your legs straight. Bend your knees a little, and now stick your bottom out," he said.

I obeyed. 

He reappraised me.

"You carry yourself fairly well for a young woman. You have tried imitating the women who were at the camp with you?"

"Yes. The other nurses."

"Good. Better shoes will help, and there are people who will teach you more."

"More what?"

"More of what it is to be a woman. That is what you are now, so it will not serve for you to walk like a boy."

I nodded meekly. That's what servants did.

Pieter began stroking himself as he looked at me.

"I'm a girl," I said, and went to my knees in front of him.

He leaned back in the seat, as I moved between his legs. I placed my mouth over his cock, and put my hands on his thighs to brace myself. The train shook more violently for a moment, so it helped. His hard organ dominated my mouth. I took it as far as I could, and even got it to the back of my throat. When I felt my gag reflex, I moved away a little bit, but kept it inside the main chamber of my mouth. It felt hot and firm. I kept my teeth away so as to not bite him. My tongue played around with the sides of Pieter's cock, and I began sucking hard at it. 

Pieter sighed above me. His hand held the back of my neck gently. In short order he was fully erect after my sucking.

I pulled away leaving a line of saliva connected to Pieter's cock. He was squirming in his chair by that point. His moustache-covered lip twitched as he stared at me in the most intense way.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

Frenzy seemed to have built up within him. I knew something of the feeling after he refused to let me have my climax. 

"Get my bag," he told me.

I looked around the cabin, and found it on the other seat. He seized it from my hands when I got close enough. Pieter opened the clasp and his hand shot inside and rifled around for a time. He brought out a small tin container I recognized from my time as a nurse. It was medical lubricant. I assumed that he got it from the medical storage at the train station. Such places were natural locations for triage in time of war, so they were bound to have supplies.

As soon as he got it out, I knew what he wanted. The act still seemed strange to me. My experiences with it were mixed. It had hurt with Gorski, but he had been as gentle as he could be. Boris and his friends had not seemed to care, until I properly seduced his friends. Even then it had still hurt me. This was now my own doing. I had been more than willing to do these things with Pieter, and like most men once he got his blood up he wasn't going to want to stop until it was done.

I got back on my knees, and leaned over the other seat. I spread myself and arched my back in a way that I thought he might like. There was a small smile on his face as he approached me with the lubricant. Pieter dipped two fingers into the tin, and brought out a dollop of lubricant. I watched him as he smeared it into the hole of my bottom. He gently prodded a finger inside to smooth it in. The intrusion of something entering me was always odd at first. It's easy to forget that nature didn't fully design that part of the body with the same functions as a woman's vagina. It took some more patience and effort to use it in that way. I learned much from the medical books at the camp. I think that Gorski had intended me to fill that role for him the entire time, so it was only proper that I learn.

"Please more," I told Pieter. "It takes a while for me to be ready for you." 

"A servant does not say when they are ready. Their master does. I want you now."

I nodded. "And I want it from you, but I am still new to it. I want to please you. Just please get me ready, and take it slowly, then I should be fine. I...I really do want you inside of me." I covered my face with my hand, and felt a blush seize my entire face. I couldn't believe that I had actually said that. I felt so stupid for it. Was I some sort of whore now?

Pieter leaned down, and kissed my bottom for a brief moment.

"You have such an amazing plump little bottom. I want to know you this way," he said. "I want to make love to you."

That whole concept sounded so different from what I had been considering myself made for. It was true that back then I was doing my best to convince myself that I loved everything that happened to me. I knew that I was servant, but I believed that I could still find some fulfillment with that. But "making love" was still something that I wasn't sure that I would ever really experience. In that moment I truly believed that what I had with Pieter was special. Even a "fake" girl can be naïve enough to be caught up in girlish fairy tales once in a while.

My small erect cock was fully leaking with desire and expectation at that point. Pieter swirled the lube into me, and seemed to believe that he had added enough. The rest he rubbed onto his engorged cock, which had become a fierce red with its hardness. He needed to get it inside of me in the worst way, and I truly wanted him to do it. How had I ever become this way?

Pieter put down the container, and embraced me from behind. He kissed the side of my face, and then my neck. He played with my breasts again, and I felt his fingers leaves traces of the lubricant on my nipples. Then he felt at my side, and finally my hips. I focused on trying to relax the muscles of my bottom. If this was done improperly it could hurt both of us. 

He brought his crotch to my bottom, and teased my hole with his cock for a time. He poked in the tip of it, and then pulled it out. He lined the outside of my hole. He was dragging it out as long as he could stand to do it. The expectation of knowing that it was going to happen was nearly driving me mad.

"Tell me you want this," he said. "Tell me that you want me inside of you."

I looked back into his blue eyes, felt my stomach quiver with excitement. 

"Put it in me, Pieter. I'm a woman for you. Make me your woman."

That encouraged him more than anything else that I could have said. He pushed forward, and I felt his cock strain at my hole for a time, and then it slid inside. The pressure of its intrusion into my insides felt overwhelming at first despite my past experience. It was different this time. I'm not even sure if looking back I can fully describe it. He slowly pushed into me more then stopped for a bit. I was grateful. It took a while for my bottom to acclimate to him without tearing. When I felt I was ready for more, I nodded, and he continued. After several minutes of easing it in, he had reached his maximum, and waited there to let me feel the whole of him.




The Lost Prince Ch. 04



It was such a curious moment to be connected to someone completely in such a way. I felt him so deeply into me it was as though we were melding together. My bottom took some time to become used to being filled. In time though there was something that I can only describe as being a "lightness" that swelled up inside of me. Pieter slowly began easing out of me, and at first I felt as if my bottom were being turned inside out. 

My hands grasped the seat to brace myself. It was at the cusp of pain. More to the point of just being overwhelmed the feeling of having something inside of me. My brow began sweating, and I cried a little. The train continued on its long journey and rocked us gently. 

Dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat

It was really then that the sound of it became so much more apparent. I felt my heart beat seeming to match that rocking sound of the train cars as they pulled along the track. 

Dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat

Pieter eased himself nearly out of me, and then sunk back in. He drove himself into me like an explorer. Every time he pushed back into me the feeling fulfillment began to swell within me. I loved it then. It was different from the others. I knew that this would happen when I began encouraging him, and now here we were fully connected. He was making love to me as nearly as a man would do to a real woman. 

I began to make little sounds as he pumped himself deep into me. Something between sighs and cries. 

"More," I said. "Please more. Make me yours, Pieter."

Dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat

I relished the warm feeling of his body against mine, and the fact that we now had this deep connection that only existed between people who got this close. It was something wonderful for me in that moment. 

My breasts were squashed against the soft fabric of the seat with each thrust, but Pieter's hands still found them, and squeezed lovingly at them. He tweaked at my nipples, and I squealed at the attention. I was completely his servant, maybe even his whore, but I loved every moment of it.

I moved my hand to my cock, and felt how furiously aroused it was. I squeezed at the tip, and felt the thick trail of liquid dripping from the tip. It desperately needed the release.

"Master?" I asked him. That appellation seemed to thrill him.

"Yes, Valentina?"

"May I stroke my little cock? It aches so..."

"Are you mine?"

"I am all yours."

"Make yourself cum," he ordered, and I stroked myself until I did so. I caught most of it in my hand, and for some reason in the heat of the moment I held it up for him to see. He scooped it out of my hand, and rubbed it across my lower back. The hot and slick goo of my seed felt so odd and somehow alive on my skin.

Pieter began tensing up as he continued to fuck me from behind. I knew that it was only a matter of time before his seed spewed forth into me. I pushed my bottom back against him, and continued with the rhythm that we had developed. I wanted him to shoot it inside of me. If this was the connection that we had made, then the only natural result would be that he put the very core of himself inside of me. That was happened when a woman made love to a man, and so it would happen to me.

Dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat dat-dat

"Valentina," he warned. "I am close."

"Good. I want it inside me. Please give it to me, Pieter."

After a few more pumps, the time had come. He thrust himself deep inside me, and poured his seed deep within my bowels. I felt his hot seed settle inside of me. Pieter held me tight for a moment, and I felt his cock begin to soften within me. Then he returned to kissing me. I turned my head back as far as I could to meet his lips with my own. He eased himself out of me with a wet sound not only from the lube he worked inside of me, but from his cum now drenching my interior.

I turned over, and embraced him. He held me there in his strong arms, and I had never felt so safe or happy to be with anyone. I was Valentina, and she was very happy to be with Pieter. Both of us were covered with sweat and breathing heavily. I kissed at him, feeling the roughness of his moustache against my face. We remained like that for a long time. There were no more words to be exchanged. We had moved well passed that. We were lovers then. I really believed that in that special moment, that all would be well. Once again, sometimes we allow ourselves to be caught up in the little fantasies that make the world tolerable for us. There in that cabin, with the train rocking us lightly to sleep, I was living in a fantasy with Pieter. Such a thing was never going to last. 

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Post Script: Thank you as always for your interest and time. I really do hope you liked it. There are so many other stories on this site, and some of the other authors are really damn good. Your votes and reviews mean the world to me, so if you feel so kind please indulge me. Even some good criticisms can always help me out. Just please no hate for hate's sake. It's nice to get back to these characters. It makes me remember the initial drive that led me to write that first chapter. I really should get back to some of the other ones as well. Hopefully my beta reader will get the other parts to me soon; I can't wait to make my own final tweaks. 



The Lost Prince Ch. 05



Author's Note: Well, it certainly has been a long time. The fault lies with me for this appearing so late. My Beta Reader did her part in getting it to me, but life is full of so many complications. I've had to deal with a major change at work, and was distracted for a long time. Fortunately, I finally managed to find my way back to Valentina and her story. This portion is a bit long, but well it was in the works for a long time. Any historical or technical inaccuracies are mine. This is not meant to be a history lesson. Enjoy. 

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We stayed on the train for several days. The food was better than what we'd endured on the road, and for us there was plenty of it. I was well aware that the places we passed through had people that were starving. Children would be dying from lack of food or the rising cold. I knew all of that, but we lived inside of a rocking, iron cocoon that was carrying us to a better place. Pieter let me catch up on my sleep, and left me for long periods of time. In a way I was grateful. So much had been happening in my short and rather strange life that I needed time to absorb it all. 

He returned twice more and made love to me. Each time it was easier, and each time I felt as though I was doing everything that I wanted. That I was pleasing my lover. He was so gentle and kind to me during that trip. The other soldiers snickered when they saw me, and whispered among themselves. They knew what Pieter and I were doing. I didn't let their judgment bother me. I belonged to Pieter, and he was the commander off all of them. I rarely saw Yuri. He kept to himself, and I sensed that he was greatly disappointed at not getting to have me. This was a great relief to me. 

Eventually we reached the capital where the great fortress of the government had stood for years. I watched the city slowly appear in the distance as our train got closer. The lights and the smoke could be seen from so far away it was as though we were entering a place on fire compared to the frozen fields of snow and ice that led up to it. There was a great river that snaked into the city at a curve, and left again. It was like some great serpent come out of the snow to embrace this great bastion of humanity in the cold. Many of the great buildings from my family's dynasty remained. Their colorful towers scratched the sky with their flourished tops. The bulbous tops were still gilt with gold. The fractional light from the weak sun still found ways to shine off them, as though this was the last reminder of the great empire that had once been. Did the peasants that were now supposedly in charge remember the better times? Not according to Pieter. I sometimes look back and see myself as those buildings: a remnant from the past world kept around only for the sake of being beautiful. We remained cold and among new strangers. 

The train curved into a great circle when it had entered the station. This was adjacent to a great thoroughfare with more tracks cutting through the heart of it, and several small buildings lining the edges to serve as support for the station. There were scores of horse-drawn wagons coming and going about and taking their fares to or from their platforms. The other people were left to walk into the churning mess of people that was quick to part if a train arrived, but would always reform like mercury on a steel tray. 

I waited dutifully in my cabin fully dressed as the train came to a slow stop. Its great whistle seemed to announce our arrival with great fanfare as though it were telling all of the people that I was coming back to the public. Of course that wasn't true at all. That boy was long dead. Now all that remained was a young woman in a nurse's uniform bundled in a great coat and fur blanket. Nobody would recognize this girl with the sad gray eyes. I would be the girlfriend of an officer in the people's army. That was enough for me. 

There was a knock on the door of my cabin, and I stood and waited. The door opened, and there was Pieter with his some of his soldiers. 

"We have arrived," he said. "Welcome to your new home." 

I nodded. Pieter had instructed that it was easier if I spoke little when out in public. He was concerned that I might be moved by false emotions connected to my past self. I had to ignore those, he told me. My name was Valentina, and I was only to think of myself in those terms. 

I followed him out of the train, and we entered the great station at the heart of the capital. 

"Hurry along," said Pieter. "We are expected to check in today. Otherwise the party may expect that I decided to keep you for myself." 

Outside in the station I was instantly frightened by the sheer number of people there. I hadn't seen any such number of people in years. I couldn't help but be terrified that they were surge forward and somehow recognize me for being the person that I formerly was. In their bundled clothing they were nearly sexless as I looked at them in the distance. They paid me no attention. What was there really to see? A nurse was traveling with some soldiers. That could be happening anywhere. 

We began the slow journey through the great station. Its buildings were not nearly as tall or glorious as the looming palaces and great cathedral, but compared to them the trains were a new thing. I remembered that the trains had made Moscow bigger than it ever was in the past. That was from my history tutors. Pieter told me that the revolution had only served to make it bigger. Now everyone was able to ride the trains even if they had to wait longer. 

We made it to the end of the platform heading towards the city proper when we were met by other soldiers. These ones had much newer and cleaner uniforms than the ones that I had been traveling with. At the head of this group was a short man wearing a uniform much like Pieter's. He was squat where Pieter was thin, and had a beard covering his face as opposed to Pieter's trimmed mustache. 

"Good day, Comrade," said this new officer. "We were beginning to think that the great wilderness had swallowed you whole." 

Pieter chuckled at the man's joke, but I knew immediately that it was fake laugh. 

"No, Comrade," said Pieter. "I've always been too big for any mouth to truly swallow." 

Many of the soldiers laughed. Some of them suddenly looked at me. I pretended not to notice. 

"So there was no trouble? Those peasants in the east can be rather unrefined compared to us civilized men." Then the man looked me over. His eyes lingered on all of the usual places. There was nothing to do about it. This was after all my ultimate purpose. 

"So this is the great prize you have brought back? One of Gorski's?" 

Pieter nodded. "I always bring back wondrous things from my journeys." 

The squat officer got very close to me. I could smell vodka and sausage on his breath. He found a nonchalant way to touch the side of his short body to mine. 

"You are very pretty," he said. "I'm sure that Pieter's charms have worn off quickly. You should come and entertain me and my mine for a few days. I promise that none of us will be as rough as that brute that Pieter keeps with him." 

This remark earned a low growl from Yuri. I wondered then exactly what kind of history that all of these men had together. They had survived the revolution and the civil war, and now they fought each other over the spoils. 

I wasn't sure if I was to respond, so I said nothing. Thankfully, Pieter intervened. 

"This girl is my charge," he told them. "It is my duty to see her to party headquarters when we are ready. If you want to try your luck to get in her good graces then, with Party's permission of course, well, that is your right, Comrade. " 

The man harrumphed. "Always a gypsy. That is Pieter. Then and now. Very well." 

He handed Pieter a thick card. "Here is the place you will go for now. Clean her up from the road. The Party will be sending its own handlers shortly." 

Pieter accepted this gracefully, and then we were off to a group of wagons. I couldn't have been happier to be out of the presence of those men. 

The wagons took us deep into the city. The snow there was quite different. Some of it was lined with soot, and smelled like old ovens. I didn't like that kind, but in other places it was a very light and pretty variety. That was the best kind to see covering the buildings. I was excited as we neared some of the palaces in all their grandeur. Pieter said that they were being used as offices for important party members or kept as valuable property of the people. Our ultimate destination was a large government building somewhere east of the main city square. It seemed so bland to the other buildings: a creation of straight angles and rigid bricks. That dead boy that lived in the dark corner of my mind yearned to run to those other more beautiful places. A silly part of him believed that if he made it to one he would find his mother and father waiting for him inside. Fortunately, Valentina had become the better part of me, and she was a very practical person. Pieter was her protection, so she would stay with him. 

We stepped out of the wagons in front of the building at its gate. There we saw a group of young men leaving. They were all officers by the look of their uniforms. I barely recall what the others looked like, for among their number was one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen. He must have been near my age, which made his being an officer an odd thing. He was still quite boyish with what could have been very delicate features, but there was something dashing about the way he carried himself. It reminded me of some of the young noblemen who would join the army out of familial duty rather than a tendency to be warlike. They all looked so splendid in their uniforms at the dances. Despite his cap I could tell that his hair was longer than that of the others. It was blonde as opposed to my dark brown. His eyes were green and looked so full of hope. He smiled at me as many officers would prone to smiling at young ladies. 

The entire group of them stopped to take notice of us. The young officer bowed to me with a flourish. 

"I am smitten to see such a beautiful nurse," he said. "Comrades, here is why we fight so fiercely even in the cold heart of our winters. When our brave men lie dying, at least in seeing this beautiful girl they will have some hope in heaven. That is what I would hope for in a nurse." 

The others voiced their hearty agreements. I felt very flattered, and couldn't help but blush. When they saw that they cheered. It all seemed to be such a positive thing, but when I briefly looked at Pieter I could see that he was seething at the young man who had so admired me. 

"We all are waiting for the day when you are lying down at death's door, Arkady," said Pieter. "The People's Army will be rid of another unexceptional former aristocrat." 

This didn't faze Arkady in the least. He flashed Pieter a smile of bright white teeth. 

"Comrade, you are tired from the road it seems. I meant no offense. Do you not believe that this young lady is the most beautiful creature out on this cold morning? If you have spotted another in the bundled masses please share the great knowledge from your travels with us." 

"That knowledge is for the Party and so is the girl. Remember your place, soldier. Your old title means nothing now in the new Freedom." 

"And yet I seem to have more medals and commendations than you for less than half your time of service. Do not be so cold, Comrade. I have always appreciated the great things you've done. Bringing this girl here is by far the greatest." 

"We have business inside," said Pieter, clearly done with the matter. "Go and play act your old rank with some people who care." 

Arkady bowed again. It was clearly intended at me. 

I don't know what it was. There is no memory as to why I put my hand out, but I did. Arkady took it in an instant, and kissed it as well as any noble ever kissed the hand of a lady. 

I blushed again, and had to cover my mouth to stop from giggling. I knew immediately that it was a bad thing to have done. I was not a noble lady. I was nothing more than a servant, and besides that I belonged to Pieter. I only wanted to be with Pieter. But... 

We shared a moment outside that building. Our eyes were locked together. A thousand words could have been exchanged in that brief silence. 

Pieter grabbed me, and pulled me away. I yelped at the surprise. Arkady was there in an instant, and grabbed me as well. I felt like a toy caught between two boys at play. 

"Gentlemen do not treat ladies like that, Comrade," said Arkady with a fury in him. "I should take this lady from you, I think. For her own safety and possibly of yours." 

"She is no lady," said Pieter. "And you should truly mind your own business, Comrade." 

I could only move my eyes back and forth between them. Both were very angry. I thought perhaps at me for some reason. Their men were equally on edge. Pieter's men gripped their rifles, but Arkady's fellow officers had their hands on the hilts of their dress swords. I stared in wonder at the swords. I hadn't seen an officer with a sword since I lived in my father's palace. That dead boy's sad fantasy seemed to become suddenly more real than ever. 

Then as fast as it all had suddenly begun, Pieter seemed to relax. He let out a long breath, and was a different man. 

"There is no need for this, Comrade. I apologize. As you say, I am tired from the road. The young lady is perfectly fine with me. I assure you. The Party has trusted me with her, and I have the papers to prove it." 

One of Arkady's friends touched his shoulder. "If he has papers, then he has charge of the girl," the man said. "We can't all get caught fighting like this. It will be a fiasco." 

Arkady seemed to consider this. Then he relented. 

"You're right. Very well, Pieter. You are the girl's custodian...for now. We must go, gentlemen." 

He looked back to me. It looked as though he was sorry for leaving me. "We will meet again," he said. "There is no way that I can stay away from the likes of you." 

I didn't want him to go then, and rather quickly we were walking inside the building. Pieter's hand gripped me like an iron shackle. I tried to look back, but Pieter moved me forward so roughly. I thought for a moment that I could still see Arkady there watching me. 

XXX 

I got used to the inside of the building rather quickly. The rooms were all very similar especially upstairs. Pieter looked for the proper room to house me in, and couldn't decide on which one he believed was more secure. I didn't fully understand why he felt so paranoid all of a sudden. Did he really believe that Arkady would be returning to claim me with a different set of papers? That didn't seem possible, and yet there was somehow a deep appeal in that thought, and it made me feel rather guilty. I was a very selfish girl to be turning away from Pieter so quickly, wasn't I? 

Pieter finally decided on a bed room on the top floor of the building. It was simple bed room, with no flourish, but the bed was large and looked inviting. He shoved me inside, and ordered me to clean myself. He said that he had to see to his men. 

I wasn't sure what to make of all that happened. I went and sat down on my new bed, and waited for some further instructions. I felt so lost without them. 

One of the soldiers knocked on the door hours later. He led me to a washroom where a bath of hot water was waiting for me along with some new clothes. He stood outside as I bathed. I wasn't as dirty as I had been at the train station, but the hot water felt wonderful on my naked body. I even felt my cock stir at the warmth, but I wasn't in the mood to pleasure myself. I wanted to ask Pieter what that was all about. 

When I was done I dressed in a modest robe with slippers. I had even been given some rather fancy panties to wear compared to what I was used to. This had all been prearranged for me. They were expecting a soft young girl to use this bath. I was the closest thing to that I supposed. The guard escorted me back to my room when I was done. He would not answer my questions. Instead he just pointed, so I obeyed. 

It was another hour before Pieter came back. He hadn't changed, and if anything he looked even more road-worn than he had previously. I offered my best smile to him. He grabbed me by the same spot on my arm, and pulled me across the room. He squeezed cruelly, until I cried out. 

My arm hurt when he finally let it go. I rubbed at it, and looked at him in sad confusion. 

"What did I do?" 

"You know what you did," he said. "Why would you do such a thing?" 

"Pieter, please, I'm yours. I gave myself to you." 

There was such hatred in his eyes. I didn't know if it was me or Arkady that he hated so much. 

"You're a servant. Not a street whore. I told you not to do anything." 

"You said not to say anything, and I didn't." 

He slapped me. I clutched at my face, and moved back from him. I couldn't believe it. Pieter had been so kind to me. Why was this happening? 

"You will do only as I say. That is all. Are you too stupid to understand such simple instructions?" 

"Why?" It was all I could ask. Tears filled my eyes, and I was shaking. 

"What did you say?" 

We were alone. I felt that maybe, because we were lovers now that I had the freedom to speak to him as such when we were alone. It seemed to make sense. 

"I am supposed to be a woman," I said. "I have seen how many women act among brave officers. I wasn't thinking about it because it all seemed so natural. How can you want me to be a woman and not act like one?" 

"We both know exactly what you are. Your destiny is to be decided by the Party, and not some brat of an aristocrat. His people nearly destroyed this nation. Why would you give him the grace of your presence? Why would you offer him what you so privately gave to me?" 

"I like him," I said, feeling my stomach sink immediately. "I like his smile, and how he said I was beautiful and kissed my hand, and...I'm sorry, Pieter." 

The look on his face then was almost one of sadness. "I thought that you had come so far," he said. "I shared with you things that I've shared with no one. You gave yourself to me." 

"Yes. And I meant it. Really, I did." I went forward to him, and tried to take his hands in mine, but he refused. "I'm still yours, Pieter. I'm very sorry for what I did. You're right: I was stupid. I was just a stupid servant girl, but I've learned now really." 

I thought of more self-deprecating things to say about myself. Something to make him forgive this very simple mistake. This was about something deeper though. There was something between those two men that I didn't understand at that point. I was just the poor fool caught in the middle of it. 

Pieter finally spoke. The emotion had left him again, and it was only the cold, ice blue of his eyes that stood out to me. "I've been remiss as a teacher. A servant must be properly trained. I set an expectation, and it was not met. Therefore the punishment that I told you about must happen." 

"Punishment? What...no, please. Pieter, I swear—" 

He grabbed me again. I tried to resist, but he was so much stronger than me. Part of me also believed that if I was subservient that he would have pity. That was a foolish thing to believe. Perhaps I truly was stupid. 

He dragged me out of the room that I didn't get to enjoy, and took me down the hall to another down by the stairs. A large pair of fur boots stood drying outside the door without their owner in them. I didn't want to believe that it was true. He hadn't really meant it when he said that he'd give me to that brute. 

"It's only fair," he said. "He did much more than he ever has before. I kept you from him because I must have been selfish. Well, that is now over. You and I must get back to what the Party has intended for both of us. He has to have his due sometime." 




The Lost Prince Ch. 05



I tried to plant my feet into the wood of the floor, but the slippers on them offered no resistance to his brute strength. He held me with one arm as he opened the door. "I told him not to hurt you if you obeyed. Be a good girl and you can still be unharmed." 

The room was nearly dark aside from a flickering oil lamp on a desk. I couldn't see anyone in there, but I didn't want to find out. There was no resisting for me. In short order I pushed through. 

After Pieter shoved me into the room he closed and locked the door. I pounded on the hard wood of the door with my small hands, and pleaded with him miserably. 

"Please. I promise to be good. I'll always listen. I promise, Pieter. Valentina will be good for you." 

A meaty hand seized me by the upper arm and dragged me away from the door. My legs tried to resist, but the power of the hand was too much. Yuri was there just as Pieter had warned. With both hands then, he scooped me up and hurled me onto the bed. 

It was disorienting at first, but then I felt a burst of adrenaline like I imagine a rabbit feels when a wolf is after him. In Yuri's case I suppose it would've been a bear. I remembered that the rooms in that building had many windows. I would fling myself from it, I decided. If I lived then I would take my chances, and if I died, well at least that would be the end of it. 

Before Yuri could close the distance between us, I bounded off the bed and ran for the north wall and its windows—towards the light of the outside world. My slipper-covered feet struggled to skid to a halt when I got close enough to see that this room's windows were barred. I was trapped. Pieter hadn't even left me with the choice. This was the price for his anger. 

"It's cold outside, little princess," said Yuri. "I will keep you warm. You stay with Yuri." 

"I..." 

What was I really going to say? I had no money, and he wasn't in a mood to care about money. He knew exactly what he wanted and why I'd been put in here. 

"Valentina will be good for Yuri," he said. "Pieter say I can no leave marks, but I can do other things." 

I thought about the unmentioned "things" that Pieter said about Yuri doing to people. I was desperate at that point, looking for anything else to say. 

"I...I am unclean." 

I thought that it sounded ominous. I remembered that term being used by my father's ministers about the masses rioting in the cities. The term really seemed to cause distaste among the nobles. I was a fool to think that I was still part of that world. 

"Good," he said smiling. "A dirty princess is the kind for Yuri." 

It was hard to tell if Yuri was taller than Pieter because there was something of a hunch about him. He was definitely bigger by forty or fifty pounds at least. There was a bit of a belly on him, but that was the capstone to a mass of muscle. His furs had been exchanged for a worker's uniform in all of its gray dullness, but underneath it was the beastly man I'd first met all those years ago driving the horse that pulled my litter. After so much time and distance—after all of the changes that had happened to me we ended up here. 

"Please, don't hurt me," I pleaded. 

He got close to me, faster than I thought possible. I cringed, and braced myself for the possible throttling but it never came. Yuri put his right hand on my hip and the left took my trembling hand. He held me as though he were going to lead us in a dance. It had been a long time for me. In my previous life my health prevented most of those opportunities. It was also quite different to be the girl in a dance position. All that I had been taught was in reverse. 

Yuri stared down at me from over a foot above. I could feel the strength in his arms. It was like being in a large pair of jaws. We stood that way for a while. Those brown eyes of his were probing me deeply. His beard and hair had been trimmed and made at least somewhat neater than his typical wild self. He was a caged beast and I the treat that had been given to him. 

"You will be good," he said flatly. 

I merely nodded. I remembered the night that the young men in the village had taken me. Sometimes giving in was easier. Also, the more time that I spent as "Valentina" I found myself not minding as much, and wondering if normal girls thought the same way. 

Yuri moved my small hand to his crotch, and I felt the shape of his hardness. I had been trying to avoid this thing for some time, and now I was going to be facing it—to have it inside me. My stomach was in knots over this prospect. It wasn't like I was a "virgin" anymore. Men had known my body as "Valentina", and I thought of myself as her most of the time. 

"I washed for you," he said. 

It was true: the stink that was common to him on the road was gone and replaced with a strong soap smell. I could still detect an intense musk about him though. He was what many people in our country would proclaim to be the ideal man in some strange concept of what was normal. Our country could be a hard one, and it is the stronger man who makes his way through it. 

I took a deep breath and resigned myself to my fate. 

Yuri touched my long brown hair for a moment, and then his hand went to my slender shoulder and pushed down. I knew what he wanted. How did this act ever become such a desire for men? I suppose my understanding of those things was lacking. I never got to experience that aspect of being a young man, and I had only older sisters so there was no "male knowledge" passed down to me, other than that from my father. I prayed that he had not been watching the things that I had been doing. I wanted my family, wherever they were, to be at peace, but part of that would mean forgetting about me. 

As I went to my knees, I prayed for that to be true. That boy is dead, I told myself. I am Valentina, and I am a servant. 

He ordered me to take off my robe, and I did so. I wanted to fold it, but he grabbed it and chucked it across the room. It fluttered through the air and landed in a sad pile on the wooden floor. I took a breath to steel myself. I hadn't been given a new bra, so I was topless left only in my fancy new panties. 

On my knees, Yuri was even more of an imposing sight. His gray woolen trousers were held together by leather laces instead of brass buttons like Pieter had. As I worked them, his stiff member rose even more. I couldn't help but wonder how much he'd waited for this. It truly must have been a special occasion for him. 

He wore no underpants. His meaty cock was nearly red with the blood that stiffened it. The pubic hair around it was nearly as wild as the hair on his head. It reminded me of a tangle of leaves and branches atop a thick tree. The trunk of which was pointed angrily at me. 

I knew what was expected. I wasn't an artist at it, but if something happens enough you begin to get a feel for it. Pleasing men was something that I was going to be doing for a while. I leaned forward and licked at the side. It was very warm, and the skin felt softer than I anticipated. Yuri wasn't exactly the monster I'd imagined. He was still just a man like the others, and had even exposed a very fragile part of himself to me. If I had to— 

Yuri's hand seized my throat. 

"Valentina will be nice," he repeated. His grim expression backed it up. 

I began moving my mouth around the length of his cock. I would take him deeper, and then pull away while holding onto it with my lips. It throbbed, and his hand moved from my throat to the back of my neck as Pieter's hand had done. I sucked at it like a hard candy. In the heat of it, I even moved my tongue into the slit at the front of his penis. Yuri groaned in pleasure and pulled me closer. He thrust forward, and threatened to enter my throat. I wasn't used to this, and struggled to resist the urge to gag. He hadn't throttled me yet. If I had survived what Boris and his friends did to me in the village, then I could survive this. 

I remembered Gorski's assurances that I would be saved by him eventually. They were a nice fantasy, but I had grown up much in my time as a servant. The lesson that Pieter taught me on this day would not be forgotten. His blue eyes had been ice. I knew that now. "Valentina" had only been a girl at first, but now it was time to be a woman. Lost in my thoughts, I paid no heed to the energy that I was putting into my sucking. Yuri was going wild. 

I put a hand on the back of his thigh, and the other I moved under his testicles and played with them. They were large, and I knew what they were filled with. He was almost jumping in place and hooting at that point. 

"Valentina is good," he managed to say, "Do more. More." 

I began to realize something at this point. I knew that I was and would never be a normal woman, but people wanted me to be one. Women had power. I would come to learn that many of the Western Nations saw my father's country as an archaic backwater. After the Revolution, they viewed it as a noble experiment, yet conveniently not one that they'd want to duplicate in their own home lands. Despite the change, women had survived. I just had to play the role that they wanted me to play. They didn't want the son of the last "imperialist tyrant". They wanted a servant girl named "Valentina". 

Yuri gripped me harder then. He was nearing the limit of my oral ministrations. Having never experienced it myself, at the time, I couldn't grasp the significance of it. That was all part of my strange fate: the boy who came of age as a woman. If my family knew, I thought. No, there was no point in lamenting all that had already been lost. I remembered the pits. The past and all of the dead were rendered into the pits. I was not dead though. I was going to survive as a servant if I had to. 

"I'm almost there," cried Yuri. 

Then he pulled himself out of my mouth, and finished with his fist. I barely saw his release as it happened so fast. I felt the gooey warmth splash all over my face, and slowly drip down on the tops of my breasts. I licked at it out of reflex. There was so much of it that it was nearly a mask. Yuri had to take a moment. He closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply. I waited for the next part as a good servant would. I felt his seed cooling on my face. I was all "Valentina" in that moment. 

When he came back from that faraway place he went, he smiled at me. 

"Look at my dirty, little princess," he said. "This is how you should be: on your knees and dripping with the seed of the common man." 

I waited there in silence. I really didn't know what else to do. I licked at his ejaculate a little more. There was much flavor to it, but it had been very warm when it stung my face. I wondered what it would do to my skin. 

Yuri cleaned his seed off my face with his hand, and then forced it into my mouth. I didn't resist. I welcomed it. He wanted me to be his dirty princess, and I was more than willing to live up to that role. Perhaps it was wrong, but at the same time I think that I may have enjoyed it. I didn't expect Yuri to be as gentle as he'd been. 

Of course, being that I was ever drifting about on the whims of Fate, I was doomed to be surprised again. 

Yuri went over to a cabinet, and retrieved a clear glass bottle without a label. Yuri pulled out the cork, and took a large swig of it. Then he looked to me. 

"Have you ever had the 'water of life'?" 

That was always the poetic name: "water of life" or "little water". The people in my father's court had preferred wine or even strong ales, but the vodka was a tradition for toasts or when the goal was simply getting drunk. 

I shook my head. My doctors back then didn't believe that my constitution could handle most things let alone strong alcohol. I had drunk the brandy that Pieter gave me, but those were very small sips. 

"You will drink," said Yuri. "Valentina will be a drinker." 

At first, I thought he would offer me the bottle, and let me take my own sip. I should have known better. There I was sitting on my knees after pleasing him with my mouth. What did I expect him to do? 

He began tilting the bottle down, and I arched my head up like a baby bird awaiting the meal that its mother brought back to the nest. I had already swallowed a good portion before the alcohol hit my nose, and I coughed. Some was lost and trailed down my chin to my large breasts. The strong drink had an almost cooling effect on my sensitive skin as the alcohol in it evaporated. Yuri ceased pouring, and laughed at the scene. 

"For your first time, not bad," he said. "The water can be a hard mistress, but you will get used to her." 

"Burns..." 

"That is the life inside of it. Life is hard. It hurts and burns those who are not expecting it. Valentina will learn." 

Then in a strange gesture of respect, he handed me the bottle. I felt almost obligated to drink then. I was still quite the amateur, but I was determined. I struggled through another swallow. The burn wasn't so bad that time. Then I had some more. He seemed quite pleased at this, and I found myself wanting to do more to please him. 

Yuri helped me up, and guided me over to a couch. He told me to drink more. It did make me feel warmer, so I figured that there was no reason not to. It was very cold outside. He left me, and went away for a few minutes to an adjoining room. I believe that he went to the rest room. I began to care less as the minutes ticked on. I felt much better: numb to the fear that I had felt at first. Let Pieter take that. Yuri hadn't been that bad, I decided. I tried to forget about the threat to choke me. It hadn't last that long anyway. 

I kept drinking. Did I suspect what was coming? I'm not sure. A servant is not to expect the whims of her master, but instead she must be ready for anything that she is required to do. Gorski had told me that once. He truly had been my whole world at that camp. In the cruel way that memory works, I had stronger reminisces with him that with my actually family. No, I thought. Valentina has no family. Father Grigori had once said something about the movement of the spirit and how our lives become dependent on it. I didn't understand any of that when I'd first heard it. But after all of those years following my "death", I believe that I was getting closer. What would he say about all of this? Something mystical, no doubt. He had that amazing ability to generate a presence beyond any one else in the room. 

After so much drink a feeling began swallow me. If there was a fulcrum at the center of my being then it began swinging ponderously. A simple yawn became an epoch of time. 

Yuri returned, and by this time I was drunk enough to offer him a welcoming smile. 

"Where did you go?" I asked. "I was lonely." 

When did I become such a girl as that? 

"You needed time," he said. "The 'water of life' takes time to absorb." 

I laughed--although I can't recall why. I didn't want to be with him really. He took me in his burly arms, and I loved it. I felt safe. Yuri no longer seemed as dangerous as he had been. No, that's not right. I remembered him threatening me. 

I shook my head then and tried to pull away. He gripped me by my middle, and held firm. One of his hands moved to my left breast, and squeezed it firmly. 

"You're a servant," he whispered into my ear. His hot breath making my skin tingle. "You want this." 

I shook my head and told him "no." My head was still swimming from the drink, but I still knew what I did not want. 

"What is this then?" 

His other hand went to my underwear and felt at the rising bulge. As he fondled my breast my cock grew more, and my "fancy" panties that Pieter gave me rose like a tent. I felt wetness in them. My cock was leaking. I hated myself for being so aroused. 

Yuri slid his bug hand into my panties, and gripped me like a tool. His fingers moved up and down my member, milking me like a farmer would a cow. 

"Tell me you don't like," he said. "You do. Pieter told me of the things you've done. You're a whore now. If you act like a good whore, like my dirty princess, then all will be good, yes?" 

I thought about his thick seed and the vodka in my stomach. I had pleased him with my body already, why was I resisting anymore? There was no escape for me. Not from this room, and not from this life. I moaned a little sound. I like to think that it was from the frustration of my life, and not from Yuri's brutal groping of me, 

"Good," he said. "Servants do not complain. They moan for the men that they please." 

I didn't fully know it then, but that sentiment would follow me around for the rest of my days of servitude. I stopped struggling. He wanted the servant "Valentina", and she would accept all of his efforts. 

Now both of his hands kneaded my breasts. I looked down and saw that those fleshy buds were rigid much like the cock in my panties. 

I did want it, didn't I? Not the old me, but Valentina. I sighed and felt my old self leaving like an exorcised spirit. This was Valentina's life now. 

"Valentina wants..."I said. That was all I was going to say. I wanted to be silent. 

He slid my panties down and exposed my erect shame. I obediently kicked my underwear away, and was left naked with him. I could feel his hardness directly on my bare bottom then. It was still with desire. I thought about the prospect of it going inside of me. It wasn't a "virgin" in that sense anymore, but this was Yuri. Yuri, who I'd always feared as being the beast that would hurt me. 

"Feel Yuri?" he asked in a breath of hot moisture into my ear. 

I nodded. I focused on trying not to cry. The alcohol helped. It made my compulsion to resist fade. You're Valentina, I told myself. I am Valentina. 

"Tell Yuri you want him inside of you," he said. The head of his cock was resting on my hole. "Tell him that his dirty, little princess wants him." 

This was what Pieter wanted me to go through. I had been defiled in the village, but after that I had been raised up. I thought that I could have an easy life with Pieter, but that would never be the case. Now I had to be debased again by the person I feared most. Gorski had changed my body, but Pieter was trying to change me. 

Yuri kissed my neck. 

"Princess Valentina wants Yuri inside of her dirty body," I said. 

I wouldn't be the same after this. 

He turned me towards him, and planted a kiss on my lips; his whiskers were rough on my face, which had been getting softer again since being off the harshness of the road. I was a neutral receiver at first. I was still frightened of him and of myself. I kissed back because I thought that it might make it end faster. 

His mouth moved to my left breast. The whiskers on him poked me, and rubbed against my soft white skin like some furry animal. Yuri suckled at my breast. It must have been a strange sight: a hairy giant nursing on a waif of a pixie. Gorski's treatments had made my breasts large for my frame, so Yuri was able to enjoy himself for some time. 

It did begin to feel good. There was a sense of vulnerability at having these fleshy mounds on my body that men wanted to latch on to. I wondered how normal women dealt with it. 

Then for a moment I was terrified. Yuri pulled away from his sucking, and almost pulled my breast away with his suction. I would get a "love bite" on my breast later on. The next time he did it, he held on to my nipple with his teeth. I feared that he might bite it off; he was so voracious in his lust. 

He let go. I wondered if he remembered that some of his seed had splashed onto my chest mounds earlier. They were covered with his saliva, and hot from the attention he'd been giving them. The air in the room seemed so cold by contrast, and my nipples got cold and stiffened as the saliva on them dried in the air. I didn't believe they could get harder. 

Yuri looked at me then, and he must have been able to tell that I was even more aroused despite my reluctance. He scooped me up as he had before, and carried me over to the bed like a bride on her wedding night. He plopped me down on the feather mattress. I welcomed the soft padding underneath me. It was odd: Gorski had been so tender and I'd been more willing then, but our "Marriage" bed had been an old hospital cot that people had died in. Now with Yuri, the beast of my nightmares, I was on a feather bed in a fairly nice room. The fanciest place I'd been since losing my family. 




The Lost Prince Ch. 05



Yuri scrambled to the nightstand. From a drawer he retrieved the same container of petroleum jelly that Pieter had used with me. He shoved a pillow under my lower back to prop up my bottom for easier access. He wanted to look at my face while he did it. A generous dollop of the jelly went onto his middle and forefinger and then he wormed them into me. The first section of his fingers went in smoothly, but Yuri's fingers were very large. The rim of my hole began to ache as he worked his fingers and the jelly inside. I thought he might tear me open. 

"Your inside is very nice," he told me. "It's not fair that others had you before. Yuri will be different though. You will like it so much that you will cry when it is over." 

Part of that prophecy seemed highly probable. Boris and his friends had been rough at first, but eventually it got easier. Pieter the one, whom I had trusted, had been gentle. I would not fall for the ploy again. And Gorski...Gorski had been the only one I thought would ever know me like this. I'd been willing with him because I was grateful to be alive. 

"It is time," said the hairy brute. "Time to enter my dirty princess, and make her into a woman." 

He fingered me as an act of playing for a moment. "Do you like this?" 

I nodded, though I kept bracing myself for being torn open. My brow was covered with a nervous sweat, and my long brown hair stuck to it. 

"I've heard men speak of the 'new girls'," said Yuri. "There are normal girl servants as well, but the 'new girls' are special." 

His other hand moved to and squeezed my hard little cock until I cried out. 

"No regular girl has such a thing. In the Wild there have been times when there were no women. We then told the most girlish boy that he was now a girl, and treated him as such." 

Yuri pushed his finger deep inside my bowels until I yelped. 

"You are more of a girl than they ever were, but I still know how to enjoy a boy-cunt. Now you are Yuri's." 

He pulled out his fingers then wiped the remained of the jelly and my juices on his thick member. Yuri held me steady by my thigh, and inserted his tip into the ring of my bottom. When the first portion of it slid in, I took a deep breath. He'd been kind to stretch me out first. As he pushed himself inside of me there was such an immense pressure going into the core of me. Like with the others there was a confusing feeling like I had to relieve myself, but I was getting used to that. He was just so big all around compared to me that our coupling seemed obscene. As if this truly was some odd manner of bestiality. 

Yuri sighed in satisfaction when he was fully engulfed in what he called my "boy-cunt". The term was disturbing to me. Not only for the vulgarity of it, but for the fact that it was a reminder of what I'd been. I wanted only Valentina to go through this, and not my old self. 

His weight and thrusting shook my whole body, and actually forced my breath out. I began breathing rapidly to get enough air. There was an ache starting in my bottom. Strangely, it hurt less when he pushed himself back inside, and started up again when he pulled out. I didn't want to ponder the symbolic meaning of that. My own cock remained erect and the tip was on fire. The familiar tingling of an impending blast of seed was there. 

"Squeeze your tits," he ordered. "Show me how much you love this." 

I did as he said, and cupped, squeezed, and mashed them together. They felt like such heavy, swollen pillows on my chest. I moaned. It wasn't of my will, but my body's need. 

"Now stroke your little cock," he said. "I want you to like this in every way." 

I kept one hand fondling a breast, and moved the other to my small penis. Why he would be so fascinated by it, I don't know. My girlish hand fondled and pulled it as Yuri drove himself in and out of me. He began grunting with his effort. He loved every moment of this. Pieter had given his pet monster a wonderful toy to play with. That was what I was reduced to. 

I was nearing my own climax. My eyes closed. Then I felt Yuri's hand close around my small organ. He gently finished me off. I felt the jets of my seed spilling into his big hand. It was the closest thing to a tender moment between us. Then that same hand forced my own cum into my mouth. I swallowed like I did all the others. 

He rubbed at my tummy playfully with the same hand. 

"That seed was once to be the future of the imperialist empire," he mocked. "Now it goes into your cute, little tummy along with the seed of us common men." 

I tried pretending that he didn't say it. I told myself that such a comment meant nothing to a servant like Valentina. My body was exhausted, and I just wanted it to end. 

Finally, he neared his orgasm. Yuri cried out something incoherent, and put all of his weight onto me as he came. He thick cock deposited streams of his low-born seed deep inside of me. I was more worried that I would suffocate or be crushed beneath him, but finally he pulled out of me, and climbed off his toy. 

I lied there pressed into the downy mattress of the bed. It was no longer just the alcohol that made me numb. I felt liquid warmth leaking out of my bottom. I could already feel the beginnings of an ache that would plague me the next day. Meanwhile, Yuri had gone to retrieve the bottle of vodka. He imbibed another large portion. I couldn't believe how easy he made it look. He came over to the side of the bed near me, and held the bottle out like a lactating breast. I opened my mouth like a greedy infant, and he gave me a portion. I hoped that it would help me forget, but such an effect would not last long. 

I felt my insides churning from the air and liquids that had been pushed up into me. 

We finished the bottle. The room was nearly spinning for me at that point. I'd barely eaten so the alcohol hit me hard. Thankfully, Yuri had drunk most of it. 

I begged him to let me relieve myself. He seemed rather disappointed that I would not be absorbing his goo into me. I'm not sure if he fully understood that Gorski hadn't given me every womanly endowment. He would get no bastard child on this princess. He gave in eventually, and escorted me to the bathroom. I was given five minutes to see to my needs, and then he was pulling me out. 

I needed to lie down when I got back to the bed room. I found my panties on the floor, and struggled to put them on. That was as far as I got before my spinning head made me fall back onto the couch. Sleep took me quickly. 

"Look at what you did to her," I heard a familiar voice say. "I'm almost grateful that it's not worse." 

"I let her use the washroom for a time. And she is alive and unmarked." 

"Be grateful for that." The voice was that of Pieter chastising Yuri. 

"Had anything truly bad happened, then even your past usefulness would not be for me to protect you again, Yuri. The men at Party Headquarters are anxious to meet her. The good doctor's work is famous now." 

My head ached, as did my throat. I felt parched and like I'd swallowed dirt or something to damage my throat. My eyes slowly burned themselves open. 

Yuri had his worker's uniform back on, and Pieter was in his officer's garb, but the jacket was opened instead of buttoned. He looked tired, as though he hadn't slept. His eyes did still have the cruel fire to burn into me though. It was a look that I could imagine my father giving me if he'd discovered me in some shameful activity. 

I wore only my underwear. Several parts of me were sticky, and I felt probably dirty that I was. But, what did Pieter expect to find after throwing me to Yuri like a bone? 

"Do you feel like a whore?" he asked me. "You once asked me if I believed that you were one." 

"You said—" 

Pieter half shrugged. "You have a destiny. It is beyond mere common men like us to decide. This happened to you for a reason: you were defiant. Not in a major way, but any defiance must be stomped out. Do you think that I am cruel?" 

I didn't answer. How could I take such a risk at that point? 

Pieter continued. "I am trying to help you, Valentina. The place where you're going will not accept defiance. They will torture or liquidate you. Servants are servants. Your past is dead." 

"My past is dead," I agreed. "I know this very well." 

"Good. Are you ready to start your new life?" 

"This hasn't been it?" 

He scoffed. 

"You will wash not only yourself, but your clothes before we leave. I want you to be perfect when I deliver you." 

This would be it then. Better to get it done with. I nodded, and slowly rose from the couch. I was ready to face the next part of my life. 

***** 

Post Script: I hope you enjoyed this latest installment. The situation between Yuri and Valentina had been fermenting for some time, and it was nice to let it play out. Now that Valentina has arrived in the capital, who knows what could happen? As always, I'm very grateful for your comments and your votes. Hope your day is well.



The Lost Prince



I looked at my first lover Gorski, and he looked at me with such a visage of dread not counting the blood from his broken nose. He tried to assure me that all would be well.

"I have many friends from the revolution," he said. "I will get you back. Please be strong for me."

I nodded, and they led me outside into the camp yard. A wagon was waiting for us by the entrance along with a motor car. I hadn't seen one in years. I was taken to the wagon, and it was then that I noticed the driver. The years had not been kind to Yuri. He seemed bigger, hairier, and more beastly than before. He knew it was me. I didn't think he'd be able to after so long and so many changes.

"So many years," he said. "You look so healthy and pretty now. And you still owe me for the horse ride." He smiled at me.

I shivered in the cold.