Princess Who? (Closed to Bluemage)

[princesssexci]

Once upon a time there was a princess but this story begins before the princess was old enough to speak she had a curse placed on her by a wicked fairy, by her 18th birthday she would forget who she was let alone where she came from. It was either that or die, those were the two curses her parents had to choose.

During the time she fell into her deep sleep a handsome prince from their rival country ( whom the princess was to marry in a peace treaty but of course nobody knew this) seized the princess' palace and his guards killed her parents.

Brutal right?

Oh but it gets better... or worse depending on how you look at it. The princess was captured by her betrothed and... well if I told anymore I'd just ruin the story wouldn't I?*

So here is the story of Princess Giselle.
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[Bluemage]

Arthur took a long breath as he looked about the rather large room. Really he had been sure that this kingdom would put up much more resistance than it had. Of course, he had never thought that he would have the opportunity to march in here with a battalion of men and claim the place as his own. Of course, things were just now settling down from the battle that had taken place here. The servants that had managed to get out of the way had been spared. No one had gone rushing into rooms to hunt them down, because it was dangerous to move in on an animal when it was cornered. Arthur had a dark scar on his left shoulder where he had learned this lesson quite well, when an opponent that he had thought was done for lunged forward with a dagger. The fool had ended up thrusting blindly instead of aiming for his heart. He hadn't had time to learn the error in this decision.

Now the dark haired man, who was currently sporting the stubble of a day without shaving was looking in on the throne room of this country that had opposed him and his father so avidly. There had been peace negotiations. He had been promised their daughter's hand in marriage, but then they had pulled back as the deal was about to be made. All of the effort that had been put into securing peace had been wasted because of a last minute decision, and they had definitely been foolish. There hadn't been a battle between the two countries for some time while they had struggled through these peace negotiations. His country had spent the time training soldiers and preparing for war, but it looked like everyone here had become complacent with the idea of peace. There were wise teachings that were to prepare for war to secure peace. It was another lesson that he was prepared to teach.

The castle was his now, and now the war between the two nations was over. As he had come to understand it, peace could be defined as the destruction of all of one's enemies. If everyone was united under one flag it was far easier to attain this 'peace' that everyone talked about.

He hadn't finished his pillaging though. There was bound to be treasure here. While he wasn't concerned with anything of a monetary value, he had heard rumors that the maids here were quite something, and more stunning than any jewel. All he had to do was find one and take them from their daily life of subjugation here and show them what it was to be his personal slave, the greatest treasure from his greatest conquest. His dark armor reflected strangely in the light of the castle hallways as he moved through them. He was sure to find what he was looking for if he looked for it long enough.

He stopped suddenly, feeling an odd pull towards one room particular. He had planned originally to just open doors at random taking whichever woman met his fancy, but instead he felt himself being pulled towards one specific door. He smiled softly and moved towards it, taking note of the two guards that had been posted in front of the door and died doing their duty. He brought his hand up to open the door. Whatever was on the other side would be his.

The door did not budge.

He narrowed his eyes. Locked. He brought his hand down to his side where he had a very special 'key' for exactly this situation. He pulled the axe up and with a heavy swing, it began to cleave through the door. It had only taken a handful of strikes before he had taken the door down and stepped inside.

The room seemed plain (which made sense as the girl had been cursed to a coma like sleep and wouldn't have a need for the fine furnishings of people who were awake). He took a long breath as he looked around it. Really the only thing that caught his eye in the room was a young girl, somewhere around the age of 18 who appeared to have the super human ability to sleep through all of the chaos and destruction of the battles that were still taking place in some of the hallways of the castle. He smirked softly and brought his hand down again, pulling a slave collar from his side.

He had been planning this for several weeks. He had planned his offensive on the castle carefully, but more importantly he had planned to take his prize from somewhere inside of the castle's walls, and he had just found that prize. This girl who could sleep through the castle crumbling down around her. He would take her as his prize, after all, he was sure that he could come up with something that she would have much more trouble sleeping through.

Arthur moved to her bed quickly, sliding the slave collar around the girl's neck, his lips curling into a smirk. He'd take her from her life as a maid who could sleep through a disaster and turn her into his own personal slut...unless he felt the need to punish her by whoring her out to someone else. He smirked at the thought and then lifted the sleeping girl up out of the bed. For a moment he had considered throwing her over his shoulder and treating her like he would have if she had been any other conquest, but in the end he had decided on carrying her like he would had she been a princess, or had she been his bride. It was probably better to handle her with care at the moment, after all, there was no need to damage his new prize.

[princesssexci]

The girl moaned softly still deep in her magical coma. The spell working within her. She wouldn't remember anything from her as a princess and debating on how the prince treated her, would determine who she thought she was.

Her name would be the only thing she would remember or at least part of it. Which part of it? Nobody knows exactly. Gis was pretty catchy but then again so was Elle. It all depended on which part of the name shed remember first.

Also, the spell was not like sleeping beauty where she would awaken by 'true loves kiss' not after her betrothed kidnapped her thinking she was a maid.

No it was more along the lines of Cinderella, where there was a time limit of when she would remember but only the dark fairy knew that and what fun would the spell be if everyone knew when the princess would remember she's a princess!

[Bluemage]

His dark emerald eyes looked over the girl who had made her wonderful little noise when he had picked her up. It had been like a whisper of a moan. He was sure that he would have her belting out much more powerful moans soon enough. He chuckled at the thought, a dark masculine sound that came from deep inside of him. He looked up for a moment, making sure his path was clear. He didn't want to trip over anything.

Really, now that he had the chance to take a look at the girl he noticed that her clothes were really rather nice. Well, with that in mind he assumed that she was probably some sort of duchess or other noble. Well, that would make quite the fine prize indeed. He'd show anyone who was left to resist him that even a noble could be turned into a slobbering slut, all too eager to give out as much pleasure as they could, almost begging for a nice hard cock in any and every hole of her body that was able to accept one. The ultimate victory. He chuckled again.

It hadn't taken all that long for him to find a room that was to his liking. He moved into it, enjoying the look of everything in the room. His men would be able to take care of the castle while he took a little break, wouldn't they? He smirked softly as he looked at the girl who he was sure would soon be moaning and thrashing about like a good little slave. If he was going to go there though, he was going to need to rid her of her clothing. These frilly and fancy clothes were hardly fitting for one of her new status.

And with that in mind his hands moved forward to do exactly that. He would strip her of her clothing, and then he would strip her of her pride. Of course, even he didn't know just how much that he would be stripping her of.

[princesssexci]

She could feel movement around her like she had been placed on a bed or something. Then a slight draft becoming more and more drafty. She shivered as the wind blew across her nipples.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open. She looked around wondering where she was. Her eyes shone of confusion and loss of ... something.

The first thing she noticed was that she was naked! The second thing she noticed was..a dark haired man with a stubble and a look of royalty.

Was she his wife? No, princesses were never chained to the bed.

Slave, perhaps? No, she would remember that. Wouldn't she? She couldn't even remember her name!

Oh wait, yeah she did. Elle.*

"Who are you?" She finally asked, her voice soft and full of confusion. "Where are we?"

[Bluemage]

He smirked softly as he looked into her eyes. She had started with a strange question. He had been sure that most of the people in the castle knew exactly who he was, but it was fine if she didn't. Some people lived in ignorance. It made him question if she was really a noble at all though. Maybe she was just a well dressed maid...well, she wasn't that anymore either.

His dark green eyes seemed to be trying to bore into her eyes, trying to get into her soul. He smirked softly and then spoke up, "I am your master, and that is all you truly need know about me. As long as you can remember to call me Master or Sir, you'll be happier." He continued to stare into her eyes, his hand coming up to maul at one of the girl's breasts for a moment, his palm pressing down against her nipple, his fingers stretching over her breast before squeezing against it slightly. His lips curled into a soft smirk.

He remained blissfully unaware of her lineage as well as her Amnesia. He also remained unaware of her name as she had not mentioned it yet. His eyes continued to stare into hers. He didn't need her name and wasn't going to ask for it. If she offered it, then so be it, but until such time as she did, she was simply 'slave'. His hand continued to massage and gently squeeze at her breast for a few long moments until he slowly pulled away from it, his fingers then moved down over the bare skin of her flat stomach, his fingertips trailing over her skin with featherlight touches. His eyes finally moved from her face down her body, following the movements of his fingertips as they trailed downwards.

[princesssexci]

Elle frowned in a deeper confusion. Her master? Well that explained why she was chained to the bed. She mustve been his pleasure slave or... something. It didn't seem right though, it seemed like she had a higher nobility than pleasure slave.

"So then I am your maid?" she asked trying to clarify her thoughts.

She didn't recieve an answer though, just him groping at her breasts. She moaned softly.,"A-are you supposed to touch your maids in that manner?" The question though innocent sounded almost like a challenge.

[Bluemage]

His emerald green eyes flashed up to her face when she asked him if he was supposed to touch his maids in that manner. His fingers slid down suddenly between the girl's legs and with a quick motion he had pushed two of his fingers between the girl's netherlips, his eyes staring straight into hers.

"I shall touch my maids in whatever manner I see fit." He didn't give her time to adjust to his fingers before he was sliding them in and out of her in a slow and obviously deliberate action. He growled slightly as he looked into her eyes, "You would be best to remember your place. Don't worry. It is a lesson that I plan on teaching you rather...thoroughly." The double entendre had not been lost upon him, and he was sure that it had not been lost upon her either.

While his index and middle finger were slowly, sliding in and out of her folds, he brought his thumb around, tracing it ever so softly along the edge of her lower lips, making sure to touch as many of her extra sensitive areas with it as he could. The girl had dared to speak back to him. She seemed to be willing to accept her new position, but seemed desperate to have her last bit of rebellion. He was sure that once he had made her squeal like a bitch in heat that little spark of rebellion would fade and melt away into the wonderful subservience that was appropriate for her rank.

[princesssexci]

Elle opened her mouth to protest though her earlier suspicions *about being his pleasure slave was correct. Oh god that did not bode well. Judging by his attire he seemed like royalty, even had the haughty manner like royalty.

A small moan escaped her lips as he inserted a finger exclaiming that she would learn her lesson very thoroughly.
Elle had a feeling that she knew what he meant but hoped her first thoughts were wrong.

Her moans grew as he touched her sensitive areas. She whimpered and wiggled about. *

[Bluemage]

His fingers slid in and out of her, his lips curling into a slim smile. Her moan had been enough for him. He chuckled as he looked into her eyes, his thumb trailing around the hard bundle of nerves that he knew would set fires of pleasure dancing along all of her nerves. His free hand moved up quickly, taking the breast that he hadn't mauled earlier, his hand squeezing the soft mass of flesh for a long moment until his fingers had slid along her breast, his fingers catching her nipple and giving it a twist. He wanted to hear her cry out. He wanted to hear her say that she had learned her lesson. He wanted to hear her beg him for things that even she wasn't sure she wanted. He was going to plunge this girl down into the depths of her carnal desires. He would see how long it took her until when she emerged for air she was no longer a prim and proper girl who would speak back to him about situations that were not to her liking and instead be a cock craving slut who would beg him to defile her in every imaginable way.

Another soft chuckle slipped past his lips, "So, my private little maid..." The way that he had enunciated the word 'maid' left little question that the traditional meaning of the word was not what he meant, "...are you going to cry out for me? Are you going to beg me for every carnal desire that might enter your pretty little head, just like a good little slave?"

[princesssexci]

Elle whimpered as her supposed master kept doing things to her with his fingers, silently taunting her with his hands. If she were not chained down she would put out her best effort to escape.

Though she had no clue why. Where would she go when she escaped?

Her thoughts were cut short when he twisted her nipple, which turned red. Her back arched as she cried out. He seemed to be chuckling at her discomfort!

A bit of pride and defiance crept into her eyes. Though she wasn't sure where it came from

"Never!" she spat.

[Bluemage]

He shook his head slowly as he looked down at her, the fingers that had been sliding in and out of her sex, continuing to do so, pushing in and out of her, doing their best to milk pleasure out of her. She was going to be defiant, was she? The fingers that had been teasing her nipple now moved down under her breast, sliding over her flat stomach to trace a small circle around her navel.

"That really is a pity..." He drew his fingers which had up until that point continued to pump in and out of her sex, slowly bringing the sex slicked fingers up to wipe them on her cheek. His eyes stared into hers for a long moment, "Maybe I should leave and come back later, see if you have changed your mind..." He then took a step away from her. It was time to see what would happen if he left her there, unsatisfied as she was. It was a last ditch effort to get a reaction from her. If things continued on this path, he might have to resort to drastic measures and that would be a pity. It would be awful to break her in any brutal fashion.

"You should spend less time resisting me and spend more time writhing in pleasure like a good little slave."

[princesssexci]

Elle watched as the man, her master rub her juices on her nipples. It was humiliating! She glared at him. It was hard to believe that her master was someone she respected let alone someone she let do this to her! Her eyes narrowed at him.

Her narrowed eyes turned to a glare as he wiped it on her cheek. She struggled against the bonds that held her to the bed. It was pointless really, since she would probably get lost in the place

Elle smiled sweetly as he threatened to leave."Good riddance." she said, what was the worst he could do? She was already chained to the bed. Besides, he wouldn't hit her.

She was a...

She was a...

Well she was a girl, that's what she was!

[Bluemage]

He had been given the time he needed to turn away from her while she formed her response, but as he words of defiance had left her lips, his head slowly turned back to her. Oh...she had just gone there had she? He had tried to be nice. He had tried to be giving, but everything he gave to her she simply threw back in his face. He had tried to coax her to be good, tried to offer her sweet release as a reward, but she had continued to resist...and then she had gone one step too far. He eyed her for a moment, his expression deathly calm.

"Is that so..." His voice was cool, and it almost felt like the temperature of the room had dropped several degrees the moment that the words had left his mouth. His dark green eyes seemed to have grown even darker. Everything about him was exuding an aura that could make icicles of raindrops before they ever hit the earth. It was clear that he had become infinitely more dangerous than he had been mere moments before.

Arthur slowly turned so that all of him was facing the girl who was chained helplessly to the bed. His dark eyes stared into hers, no longer moving over her helpless nude form with the hint of lust like they had before. When his voice came again it was the same calm and chilling sound as before, "Would you care to rephrase that?" He would do his very best to give her every opportunity that he could to earn his mercy, but that rebellious spirit inside of her that he had originally found attractive was quickly turning into a flame that he would not think twice about extinguishing.

[princesssexci]

"Is that so..."*

The chillness in his voice made Elle swallow hard. It was almost as though her heart stopped for that brief second. She didn't dare look in his eyes. The look in itself might kill her.

*"Would you care to rephrase that?"

She forced herself to look up at him and saw there was no lust in his eyes anymore. Just anger, that she might defy his orders.

For some reason, she felt like she should be the angry one however. She didn't dare speak her mind though."don't?" She said in somewhat of an unsure tone.

She herself wasn't certain what she was saying don't to. Perhaps the response she might give if he hit her which he wasn't doing.

[Bluemage]

His eyes stared directly into hers. The single word that she had uttered wasn't enough to put an end to his cold demeanor, but it was enough to prolong the period of time it would take for him to do something drastic, something that he was sure that she wouldn't like. He remained silent for a moment as if waiting for the rest of her sentence to spill out of her lips, but when it became obvious that she wasn't going to say anymore he decided to take the opportunity to speak up.

"'Don't'?" His dark eyes watched hers carefully, "An interesting choice, but I find it nagging at the back of my mind, just what it is that you would prefer that I don't do." He eyed her as if waiting for a response, but remembered his earlier waiting, and also remembered that this current situation had been brought about by her speaking up but not being specific in her desire. When his words came out again, they still had the icy quality to them, "Enlighten me."

He was certain that if she was protesting a specific punishment she truly had no idea what his mind was capable of. She'd find out soon enough if all she was protesting was that he not punish her. She'd find out even faster just what he was capable of if she was fool enough to protest that he let her go. He took a step forward, his form towering over her as he looked down at her, waiting for her to speak up, to finish her defense.

[princesssexci]

Honestly Elle had no clue as to why she said don't. So she didn't actually have an answer to his question. She was silent for a moment once again not looking at him. She didn't need to, really.

Elle already knew he was upset.*

Finally, she answered "Dont... leave me" she whispered because since she had no idea who she was or where she came from he was the only person she had right now.

"I-I'm sorry." she said sincerely, finally looking up at her master.

[Bluemage]

He looked down at her and took a long moment before slowly bringing his hand up, tracing his fingers over the side of her face ever so gently. His eyes seemed to have softened a little bit, his eyes still watching her closely. He took a long breath, still looking into her eyes while his fingers brushed over the girl's cheek.

He stared into her eyes for a few long moments as his fingers trailed over to the collar that he had placed around her throat. His fingertips danced over the collar and her throat. His eyes remained set on hers for a few more long moments, his fingers moving over to her collarbone.

When he spoke up his voice was soft, almost warm, "I am not a monster. I am fair. I am merciful." His eyes stared into hers for a few long moments and he spoke up, "And sometimes I can even be forgiving." His fingers slowly trailed down from her collar for a moment, tracing over her breast briefly.

[princesssexci]

Elle stiffened at his touch, unsure of what he might do to her if she jumped back in fright, which was proposterous because she did belong to him, didn't she? Of course she did, why else would she be in his castle chained to his bed.*

She shivered slightly as his fingers dragged along her body lightly. The touch was so light it was almost ticklish and she had to keep from giggling, this was a serious matter at hand!

"So then you won't hurt me?"

It almost seemed that he answered her by his touches. His fingers lightly grazed over her breasts making her shiver once more and she rewarded him with a little light gasp.

[Bluemage]

His eyes moved back up to her face when she asked him the question. Was he going to hurt her? The easy answer was that not unless she did something that would merit it. He stared into her eyes for a few long moments as his fingers slowly trailed up and under her chin. He had a soft smile on his face now, "You'll be the one who decides that." His fingers moved up slowly, his palm cupping her cheek as he looked into her eyes. His touch was soft and gentle, as were his eyes.

"I have no desire to cause you permanent damage. I don't want to hurt you. I'd much rather assault your senses with the most powerful pleasure imaginable." He leaned down and gently placed a very soft kiss against the girl's lips, holding it there for a few more long moments. He slowly drew away from her for a moment. His eyes were still watching her closely.

[princesssexci]

All she had to do was cooperate? Was that really all she had to do? It seemed to easy. Did he not have a wife? That was a good question! His soft touches distracted her though as he trailed his hand down her cheek.

And he didn't want to hurt her. Elle easily felt swayed by the gentle kiss and as soon as she started to respond he pulled away, promising her pleasure beyond her belief.

"And this is your castle." Elle stated,"What of your wife surely someone of your stature must be married."

[Bluemage]

He smiled softly as he looked into her eyes. The question of whether this castle was his was one that amused him. He nodded softly, "It is now." He brushed his calloused fingers over the side of her her face and through her hair a little bit, his lips still a soft smile as his emerald green eyes continued to gaze into hers, "And no, I have not been wed. While kings have queens, princes don't always have princesses that are attached to them through the wrappings and coils of matrimony." He continued to look into her eyes and then spoke softly, "There was a promise of one once, but it was taken from me." His voice seemed to have darkened slightly with his words. His fingers slowly drew over her cheek again and back away from her.

He smiled and turned and slowly began to walk to the foot of the bed, his hand coming back down to rest on her collar and then slowly he let his fingers drift down her body. He made sure to brush his fingertips against her nipples and continued the adventure downwards, letting his touch brush over her flat stomach, circling his fingertips around her navel.

His smile was still on his face as he looked over his shoulder at her. It was time to give her what she really wanted, what her body craved ever so much. His fingertips trailed a little bit further until they were dancing over her sex, and then he slowly pushed a fingertip against her pouty netherlips. He chuckled softly, "Now, I believe I promised you the most powerful pleasure that you could imagine."

[princesssexci]

No wonder she didn't recognize the castle. It mustve been new or something by how he said it was his now. Her eyes shone of sorrow for him. It was obvious that his princess had been killed.

She didn't think she could imagine losing her loved ones, whomever they were. In fact, she couldn't even remember if she was married. What if she was? Did he approve of her life as a sex slave?

Elle inhaled deeply as his fingertips trailed down her body. She shivered*
and closed her eyes, they fluttered open as his finger circled her navel then continued downwards.

"Ah!" she cried out at the feel of his fingertips.

[Bluemage]

He smirked as he looked up at her for a few long moments, his fingertips trailing over her sex a little bit more, only one of them pressing against her puckered lips with any real force. His eyes watched hers closely as he considered what he could do next. He smiled softly and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the air here through his nose. When he slowly opened his eyes to look at her he spoke softly, "This is the first time that I will be taking you to my bed, maid." She seemed to be stuck on the title of 'maid', probably because it had been her profession before he had taken her as his slave, but if it was what she truly wanted to be called, he would play along. He did need an answer to the next question though, "Have you ever shared another man's bed?"

It was a simple question, but of dire importance. If she was still a maiden then he was going to have to be soft and gentle with the first experience, and it would likely be best to remove the shackles from her body and make sure that she was an active part of the experience. She just had to answer honestly. He hoped that she didn't lie. Either scenario, her lying would be very bad for her, and that was not something that he was excited about happening.

[princesssexci]

Elle gasped and whimpered her hips wiggling about. Her hips raised to eagerly get ahold of his fingers. She barely heard him speak. Everything seemed to make sense now.

She was scared because she was new and had probably been his maid which was why he didn't call her by her name.

*"Ohhhhh." she murmured

"I don't know if I have been with a man before." She said in answer to his question," I don't.. remember being with any man before, if that helps at all."