The Tribute

[diamond_gurl]

This is a closed thread between Turk-Rakker and I. It is based upon the Sleeping Beauty chronicles by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice). It deals with submission, dominance, humiliation, and much more. Please feel free to read along as the action progresses. I hope you enjoy!

OOC:
Character name: Princess Xandria Elle Vincent
Age: 19
Physical Description: Brunette with golden lights through her hair, blazing blue eyes, deeply tanned, about 120lbs, 5'5".

Xandria is a happy go-lucky type of girl, without a care in the world. She has always been provided for to the point of spoiling as she was raised. She is the only child of King Micheal Drew Vincent and Queen Montria Vincent.

Princess Xandria has been sent to the Queen as a tribute to ensure extra protection for her family's land from various rivals. All she knows is that she is being sent away for a while from her parents for further grooming, not realizing the severity of punishment nor intense pleasures there will be for her to experience within the Queen's palace.

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IC:
The princess had been draped over one of the soldier's horses. She could feel him bouncing against her as he guided the horse into a gentle trot. Her face was flushed a bright crimson with her immense embarrassment. Gratefully, no one could see her face, for her hair had covered her hanging head.

Tears seeped from the corners of her almond shaped eyes as she sank deeper and deeper into confusion. She didn't understand what was happening to her. Her parents had told her she was, "going to the country for extra grooming." Then almost immediately, she had been stripped of her luxurious gowns and jewels, her wrists and ankles where binded tightly and she was tossed over the soldier's horse admist her screaming protests.

Why didn't her parents stop this??? They couldn't possibly agree with what was happening to her??

From what she could tell they had been riding for about three hours, stopping from time to time to refresh the horses and rest. She had been given a bit of a drink and a tiny mite of bread, nothing substantial, but just enough to keep her from craving to feast.

Her body was sore from the continuous bouncing of the horse. Her wrists and ankles were chapped and almost rubbed raw from the tight hold of the bindings. To add to her utter embarrassment, every so often she felt the soldier's hand run along her back, then upon the plumb cheeks of her bottom, which he would proceed to slap and play with until she began to squirm. This caused odd sensations that Xandria had never experienced before. She could feel a dampness between the dark crevice at the junction of her shapely thighs. She felt a heat churning within her body. Xandria was bewildered at all these feelings, plus what was presently occuring to her.

Finally, the solider's horse slowed, the hooves hit what seemed to be wood. Xandria listened attentively, hoping for some clue of where she was.

"Please alert the Queen that I have arrived with the newest tribute."

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"So this is the creature we've been expecting."
The voice was deep and low but the words had the color of mirth within them.
Xandria twisted in her restraints trying to see who had spoken but all she saw was the muscular leather clad thigh of the rider who'd approached them and the glossy side of his ebon horse.

"Aye M'Lord it's the tribute of King Michael."
The horse beneath her stirred uneasily. She made to protest being called 'tribute' but suddenly a strong hand gripped her jaw and raised her head roughly.
She found herself staring into eyes the color of a pale morning sky.

"Pretty thing...
Have you defiled her soldier?"
A shock of black grey streaked hair over a tanned face, a close trimmed beard, lips full...mocking. He reminded her of someone.

"No M'Lord!...I've not laid a hand on her. I swear it!"
The Guards voice was full of alarm and fear.

The rider leaned close, his big hand framing her face.
"I would have had I been you."
Then his mouth crushed hers, in a melting hot embrace, his tongue roughly parted her lips and invaded the warm chamber of her mouth.
She twisted violently but could not break away!
He was in her mouth, beyond the inviolate sanctuary of her lips, probing...exploring...the serpentine caress of his tongue on hers..heat blossoming between her thighs...
She heard the soldiers laughing..
She tore free!

"HOW DARE YOU!"
She screamed, all the rules her parents had instructed her to follow so carefully forgotten.
"HOW DARE YOU!...I am Princess Xandria!..I umphhhh

The riders gauntleted hand closed over her mouth, stifling the tirade.
"You are nothing. You are a pastime for us...that's all. We will do with you as we please for it may pleasure us and if you are obediant to our every whim, then we may allow your family and your silly kingdom to exist a little longer."

His hand still over her mouth he looked at the soldier.
"She's sweating and she smells like a horse. We'll bathe her here in the stream before I take her up to the palace.
He released her face suddenly and swung off his mount. She saw now how tall he was, how broad across the shoulders, how narrow his hips and she could see too, the stiff bulge that his manhood made in the tight fitting leather breeches he wore.

"Get her down."
He said over his shoulders as he walked to the water.
"Bring her here and strip her."




OOC...Prince Garemond de Bézieres has long been the favorite of the capricious Queen.
It is he who screens and supervises the training of the new arrivals before they are given to the Court.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Xandria's head was aching. First her parents had sent her to...to....this place! Second, she was slung over a horse like a common whore. Third, her mouth was pratically raped by this man! Her cerulean eyes narrowed at his back, if looks could kill, he would have been dead, buried and forgotten to the world.

She felt the rough hands of the soldiers upon her body. She could
feel the calluses upon her silky, unmarred flesh. It made her cringe with utter disgust.

She merely wanted to go home.

Perhaps if she could speak to the man, surely he was a gentleman. After all the solider had treated him as a superior, but then again, he had forced his mouth upon hers. His tongue had done wicked stunts while buried within the wet depths of her mouth. It had made her want to blush, cry, and scream all at the same time. Not to mention the heat that had instantly ignited between the moist crevice of her thighs. Xandria flared with shame as she cast away those thoughts. Her lips curled into a deep frown as she pondered with to do.

Quite suddenly, the solider drew his sword the length of her wear, slicing it easily in two. The once handcrafted gown hung from her body in layers of luxurious velvet and silk. Xandria had never felt so exposed and self-concious in her life.

"YOU CANNOT DO THIS!!"
Her raging blue eyes grew wide. She tugged at her wrists trying almost desperately to pull them from the bindings. She had to cover herself! Here she was in the company of these vile strangers stripped! Naked!

She could her that low chuckle again. That creature was laughing at her. He made no move to help her, instead he seemed amused. The more she struggled to untwine herself, the more his laughter grew.

Xandria felt herself falling forth but was caught by the solider's hands. He pulled her upright and sliced the rope wound around her slender ankles, revealing the crimson kiss upon them.

"You should have let her fall. It would have done her good to crawl to me."

"You beast! Don't you...."

A hand clamps over her mouth again. This time Xandria lifts her chin a bit and draws her pearly little teeth into the calloused flesh. As the soldier curse her while he examines the flesh wound, she launches towards the beast of a man near the water's edge. Knowing this may be her only chance to topple him so she can get away.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Garemond sidestepped at the last moment and the girl went head first into the chill waters of the stream.
He turned to the soldiers...
"Look how eagerly she plunges in! The child was desperate for a bath!"

They were all laughing uproariously when Xandria lifted her head and shoulders above the water.
Her face colored in outrage.

"Fetch her."
Garemond motioned for two guards to haul her up to the shallows at the streams edge...and watched amused as they did so inspite of the Princesses desperate struggles.
Finally she surrendered to the inevitable, utterly exhausted and found herself pinioned between the two brawny men, her arms pinned behind her, her hair hanging wet and loose over her breasts.

"Robert"
The Queen's elegant 'Procurer' leaned back against the gnarled trunk of a river oak...
"Robert...the minx bit you I believe, so I think I'll give you the honor of washing her....you can use her clothes to dry her off, she'll not need them anymore."

As the injured guard approached, an evil grin lighting up his face she began to franticaly struggle again.

"Be a good little Princess now and let Robert scrub the grime from your delightful body.
Or I'll give that body to all these poor frustrated soldiers for the afternoon."
He paused.
"Do you understand?"

 

[Guest]

OOC: This is dia(diamond_gurl). I'm having a bit of trouble with my lit account so i'll be posting under "unregistered" till it is resolved! Thanks for your patience with me!

IC:

Furious wasn't even the proper word to explain how Xandria felt. It was more like unbridled rage. She was exhausted, wet, frustrated, and to top things off this...this...man was threatening her while the soldiers all laughed at her misfortune. Why they should be bowing to her! She was after all a princess of one of the most powerful families within the country.

Her blue eyes burned with a red hot intensity as she glared at Him. He was so relaxed, unwavered by the situation. Xandria almost wondered how many He had done this to before and felt a little spark of jealous at that thought of others. Her mind screamed to her.

Xandria, stop thinking such things about this vile excuse of a man. He isn't worth your affections, especially after He's treated you like a awful wench.

Shaken from her thoughts, she heard His voice once again. Deep and incredibly taunting as she was bathed in His words.

"Be a good little Princess now and let Robert scrub the grime from your delightful body.
Or I'll give that body to all these poor frustrated soldiers for the afternoon."
He paused.
"Do you understand?"

Xandria's eyes tore from the Man to the solider or Robert as he had been addressed. She shivered at the thought of him touching her. Besides, he was an absolute terror to look upon. There were no redeeming qualities about him. His eyes seemed to wander in different directions, his hair was scraggly and oily, and he didn't seem to know what the word "groom" meant. At least if she was to be bathed, it could be by someone handsome or perhaps gentle, not one who looked as though he wanted to slice her in two and then eat her!

Robert's hand grabbed her hair. The long golden brown locks wound around his fist securely as he pulled her back into the water.

It was bone chilling.

Xandria immediately felt the pull as her cinnamon colored nipples tightened, goose bumps rose up along her limbs and her teeth nearly began to chatter. Despite the chill she blushed with extreme embarrassment, she couldn't hide any of her body's reactions.

The soldier's gruff whisper met her ears. "Are you cold, little girl??? Serves you right fer tryin' to bite me hand off!"

Forever impertinent, Xandria looks directly at the solider, her eyes settling into a steely gaze. "Well, it's your own fault! You shouldn't have kidnapped me in the first place! You and your..your.... I don't even know what you people are! Just wait! Just wait till my family gets word of this. You will be hung. You will be killed for this!"

She takes a deep breath as she hears the light clapping of hands. Her head whips towards Him as He steps forward a bit, avoiding the splashing water as Robert sets to bathe her lithe form.

"Xandria, dear, your parents know very well what is happening to you. In fact, they have given complete consent to, um...how did they put it...Do WHATEVER you may to our daughter, we know she will grow from the experience."

Xandria tries desperately to push his words from his mind. They couldn't. They couldn't. They couldn't. She tried to repeat as He spoke."

"You will learn your place, princess. You were learn to serve, to do chores, to do various activites, some of which you may be terrified to do....at first." He laughter clangs within her head. The wicked tendrils are like daggers slicing through to the very depths of her core. "But in time..You will grow to love and appreciate your newfound position, dear."

The soldier's hands continue to grope more than wash her body. She shivers as his hand grasps the fullness of her young breasts, his fingertips leaving just a hint of a bruise upon her creamy flesh. His fingers continued to grab their way down upon her stomach, keeping her hair within his other hand to control her struggles.

Finally, her eyes close as his fingers explore her water slickened body. He pinchs at the little hidden pleasure nub nestled between her legs causing her to shake and pull away, only to be jerked forward by his cruel hand. She cried out softly.

"That's enough, Robert."
He stopped the soldier before he eased the finger inside of the pouting folds of her sex. "
"We shall save that pleasure, just in case she is determined to be unbroken." laughing he motions for Xandria to be placed before him.

The soldier growls through soft pants that Xandria recognizes as a clear sign of arousal. Her eyes lower and catch sight of the bulge formed in the front of his leathers.

Thank heavens He didn't....
She stops as she is flung to a kneel before Him, wondering what shall happen next to her.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

She stared at the ground unwilling or afraid to meet Garemond's cruel eyes.
She was all to conscious of her nakedness in front of these rough men. Behind her she could hear Robert's heavy breathing, her skin still burned from his crude touch.

"Better..."
Came the silky voice.
"Better, at least you no longer smell like a horse."
She colored in rage, her hands balled into fists as the men sniggered around her.

"Stand up Beauty, let's look at you..."
"no..."
She whispered, "I am a princess."

She didn't see Garemond nod to Robert but in an instant her wrists were lashed together and the rope passed over a limb. She was hauled up screaming and kicking until her toes barely grazed the grass beneath them.

They all watched as she fought the new humiliation but it didn't last long this time. The weight of her body seemed to be pulling her arms from their sockets.

"Please...It..."
She would not admit to the pain.
"Please...I'll do as you say."

The tall nobleman stood up and approached her.
His fingers touched and stroked the roseate nipples of her high pointed breasts.
"Kiss me then Princess."

She looked into his face, the strange eyes held her, she felt his breath on her lips.
"Kiss me now Princess."
He said again and she could easily hear the threat that lay beneath his words.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria's body burned.

There was no other way to explain the feelings that ripped along her insides. Her arm muscles ached as they stretched above her head. Her toes scrapped along the ground, trying to keep her body steady.

She wanted to cry, scream, but Xandria kept silent. It was as if she had lost her voice as His gaze penetrated her. She feared Him. His dominance was nearly too much for her to handle. She remained silent.

His eyes.
Something about the way they pierced hers. The clearness within them. They wavered not with the slightest bit of insecurity. She sensed the absolute authority relayed by them, but there was more.

Benevolence? Passion? Hate? Affection? Desire?

What was it? She wanted to know so badly. Maybe it would be a way. A way to get Him to understand that He must let her go. Perhaps, if she complied with His wishes....only for the moment, of course. He would be more inclined to speak with her in a civilized manner and not treat her like some hussy.

His fingers pulled at the taut bud of her nipple. The peak responded to Him instantly, betraying her mind's desire to be free from His reach.

She had never experienced the touch of a man like this. It was so very personal, embarrassing and strangely enough...arousing.

This stranger's ministrations were creating a wild whirl of emotions within her. Things that she had only had glimpses of, things that she had only heard about through whispers.

His breath smoothed over her parted lips. Her eyes close as she loses herself in the warm flood from His firey lips. Before she realizes her motions, she brushes her lips over His. Catching a taste of His succulent mouth, Xandria shivers. Her tongue slowly draws out along her own lips as if to gather the mere dab of His sweetness.

Her eyes snap open as she drops back into the reality of the situation. She was strung from above, naked as a common whore, and kissing a stranger who insisted on pawing her breasts.

She was a princess. Descendent of royalty. Princess Xandria Elle Vincent.

Taking a deep breath, trying to speak as calmly as she can.

"Now, if you do not mind, I did what You asked. Now do as I ask, Sir. Let me go."

 

[Guest]

Garemond stepped back.
"But you will never be let go dear," he laughed.
"You belong to the Queen and until I release you to her, I hold the deed on you...."
He appraised her slowly, from the delicate hands strung high above her head to the little genteel feet and pedicured toes that strained to touch the ground.
She was, of course, magnificent.
"And a fine piece of property you are."

"I"M NOT PROPERTY!...Let me down...AT ONCE!"
Xandria was livid with helpless rage and frustration.

"Ahh Robert, the girl still remains impertinant, I think she needs a lesson....tie her ankles and pull her up."

The soldier bent to his task delightedly and inspite of losing a small part of his ear, succeeded in lashing her feet together and tossing the rope over the limb.

Garemond winked at the girl, "Now...", he said.
And with a heave ho the guards pulled the rope and up went her legs!
She was hanging suspended six feet off the ground, bent double at the waist and peering around her knees at the laughing escort and the wretched nobleman.

"Quite a sack of potato's to take to Court, eh, m'lord?"
Robert dabbed at his bleeding ear with a piece of Xandria's torn gown.

"Hardly potato's,"
The 'Procurer' stepped beneath her and she realised suddenly that in this incredibly undignified position, her entire sex was
open and displayed to his eyes!
She felt fingers begin to probe and part her delicate pink folds and she tried her best to twist away...it was no use...no use at all!

"Are you a maiden still?"
He said with some surprise,
"Let's see, shall we?"

 

[Turk-Rakker]

OOC...that was me.

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria's eyes glistened with her tears. She didn't want to let them go. She didn't want this creature to see her cry. She didn't want Him to break her. She thought her body burned before, now she was just simply on fire. The soldier had doubled her over at His command.

She thought she would die.

She surely thought she would be consumed by the shame that had descended upon her body. She was so very humiliated, she felt disgustin gand low. Xandria couldn't believe this was happening. She was in constant search of something to disconnect her with this reality, but nothing..nothing could save her from the dreadful present happenings.

Then His fingers touched her.

She hadn't expected that. Clearly she should had after He allowed the guard's filthy hands upon her pristine flesh. Her stomach churned as He swabbed her pink lips with His fingertips.

"Are you a maiden still?"
He said with some surprise,
"Let's see, shall we?"

That was enough to cause Xandria absolute fear. He had already stripped her of her clothing, He was working on her decency, but surely He couldn't mean her virginity! What man would want her if she was to be ruined completely by Him?!

As her mind raged with horrid images of becoming a old hag, a spinster, childless, unloved, His finger was slowly sinking in and out of her, just enough to begin to stroke sexual desires within her.

Xandria's eyes fluttered as she felt a pulse like electricity shoot from her sex to the tips of her blushed nipples to the top of her head. Her tongue strode out over her lips as did a nearly inaudible noise.

"mmm...."
The soft moan seemd to vibrate in the air around them. She barely realized she was the one who had said it. Her hung body swayed lightly as He continued to curl the finger within the velvet recesses of her tight, virgin puss.

 

[Guest]

He stood beside her licking his fingers.
"My you are a tasty morsel, little Princess. I'm all in a dither to take you to the palace and feast on you to my hearts content."

Her humiliation was so utterly complete that she could hardly think coherantly any more but his next words were so unbelievable as to cut through to her very soul.

"Soldiers, I thank you for the delivery of this baggage." He slapped her on her naked bottom.
"And in the Queen's name I'd like for you as a momento of this trying and arduous task, to savor if only for a little while the deserts that you deserve."

Stepping away from the trussed up girl, he gestured towards her.
"So line up in order of rank...Robert first of course...and bury your tongues in her sweet little cunt, until you've had your fill."

She was numb!
Robert approached, a broad grin on her face and dipped under her out of site. She cast her eyes towards Garemond, pleading looking for some sign that this was a joke, that...
And then she felt the gurads warm thick tongue against her
mons, licking and stroking and finally with a delicious persistance opening her soft petaled gate and sinking deep inside...

Garemond watched her appaled expression give way to one of horror as Robert began to gamouche her exposed sex with feverish intensity.
Noticing the anxious impatience of the other guards he nodded with approval as they all took out their stiff eager cocks and began to masturbate.
In spite of himself he felt the stirrings of his own arousal commencing to itch within his loins.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

OOC...me

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

Xandria's body was quivering, not from the severe ache vibrating through her doubled form, nor from the tight grip of the rope holding her, nor from the wriggling tongue that seemed to be lapping every inch inside her honeyed sexual treasure. She shoke with fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what this Man could have done to her, fear that she did feel the stirrings of pleasure deep within her belly as Robert feasted upon her sopping privacy.

Her eyes fell close, hoping that if she didn't see the sight, it would not exist. It would go away. It would never be imprinted in her mind.

But it helped not.

The very tip of his tongue tattooed her inner walls as they squeezed, trying to capture the thick pink muscle. Horrified, Xandria tries to stop her body's natural response to the tongue lashing she is receiving.

Stop. Stop. Stop. He's nothing. He doesn't exist. This is not happening to me. It can't be. Please don't let this be.
Her mind rages with continuous thoughts. They permeate every part of her brain matter.

"Please God...save me."
Her hushed whisper rolls from her quaking, full lips.

Her misting, sky hued eyes open, trying to catch sight of Him through her bound limbs.

He cannot possible understand what....
Her eyes widen as He nods to the others. He had given them permission for..for..for?????

Several rigid, vein ridden cocks are extracted from the confines of their leathers. She heard several noisy groans drifting up into the air, along with the slickened sound of the self-pleasuring of the men.

Robert's tongue stiffens and begins to pound into her soaked slit. The sensations begin to rip and shred at every steel nerve she had. They were tearing at her resolve to remain impassive.

A sharp wave of...of....
Her body stiffened uncomfortably. What???
She didn't know what to call it or what it was. She felt as if she had been struck by lightening. Her lithe body started to twitch uncontrollably, her muscles clenching as did the walls surrounding his tongue.

Her eyes begin to spill the large tears that had been looming within their liquid depths since she had been bound and doubled by His command. They etched stinging paths along her cheeks, dripping from them as she wept. Her petal soft lips parted, her voice ushered forth with the softest of begs.....

Please..Stop Him.

 

[Guest]

"ENOUGH!"
The Princess coiled tight on the very brink of her own release, her entire being spiriling into the feverish workings of the soldier's tongue within her body. She barely heard the abrupt command issuing from Garemonds lips.

"I said...ENOUGH!"
And suddenly there was a loud blow and Robert was sent sprawling onto the grass. Her eyes snapped open and she saw the Procurer standing over his prostate form, his rapier against the man's neck.

"Enough...she is only to savor the ultimate pleasure my friend not drown in it."

The guard captain slowly rose to his feet and his stunned soldiers began hurridly resheathing their cocks in leathern cod pieces.
Garemond turned to them at the same time slashing the bonds that held Xandria's feet pulled so painfully above her. The resulting jerk sent icy fingers of pain shooting through her straining arms. She cried out!

"Patience girl, first you must recieve the homage due a Princess even one who is the Queen's slave."
He cut free her arms and gathered her limp body in his arms.

"Now," he said to the soldiers.
"Produce again your steely rods good armsmen and then present to the Lady Princess, the nectre of your devotion."

They looked puzzled at first then one by one they realised what The nobleman had said and taking out again their stiffening cocks approached the dazed girl masturbating themselves to hot thick release.

Garemond whispered in her ear...
"Palms upwards my dear, recieve their issue with grace. It will be others more worthy than they that will annoint your lips with their offerings."

 

[Turk-Rakker]

ooc...me again

 

[spiritual_love]

"Palms upwards my dear, recieve their issue with grace. It will be others more worthy than they that will annoint your lips with their offerings."

Xandria's eyes widened with the approach of the soldiers. She watched the various cocks as they were being manipulated by each ot the strong grips. She shuddered within the clutch of Garemond's arms.

Please, don't make me do this. I..I...don't want to...I couldn't possibly....
Her voice quivered with the hints of her fear. Her body was already aching deliriously with the pain of being doubled and hung from the tree.

Deep within her mind, she was favoring the feel of Garemond upon her. His low growling voice sent her stomach to fluttering. Not that she would EVER allow him to know any of this!

Yes, you can...and You will, Princess.
His voice once again, melting her soul. His hand slides the length of her arm, extending her small hand.

Keep it there.
He nods to the soliders as their eyes sparkle with delight. Xandria's eyes close with horror as she feels the first thick spill upon the silken palm of her hand. The cream clings to her fingers, pools upon the center of her palm as her tears etch wet paths upon her cheeks once again.

 

[Guest]

"Open your eyes Princess."
His grip on her arm tightened painfully.
"At least have the courtesy to show these men your appreciation for their safe and caring escort by witnessing their offerings and truly thank them for it."

The soldier stood grinning stupidly his long stiff penis still dripping into her palm.
"Thank him!"
"thank you..." She muttered.

"You'd better be more appreciative of the next one or I'll have him spank you!"
There was a note of humor in Garemond's voice but she'd believe him capable of any vile enormity now.

"You soldier...your next! The Princess is very grateful to you, she..."
Before he could finish the next guard was pumping his warm seed into Xandria's upraised palm, a massive load which splattered up her arms and overflowed her fingers to fall in thick clotted strings to the ground.
She raised her eyes to his ugly face and through barely parted lips thanked him most...profoundly.

The next soldier was before her now, a tall, rough brute of a man.
His thick hairy cock was frightening to behold a he aimed it's purple head into her hands.

"I..I cannot recieve it!...My hands are full!"
Garemond laughed.
"Perhaps you should quaff it down like cool spring water then!"

Her very being turned inside out at the thought.
"I'd rather die!" she screamed!


The inflamed soldier could wait no more and exploded into the small sea of semen she still held in her palms.
She opened them and drew back as though bitten by a snake!The man's seething spend flew all over her long legs and smooth belly..

"Oh Merciful God!"..she cried out!
"Enough..Enough...oh please I've had enough!"
and threw herself against Garemond's body.

"Indeed Princess, it's enough...for now."
He pointed to the pond.
"Go rinse off while we saddle a mount for you. We've a dozen leagues to go before nightfall.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

OOC...*sigh*

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

"Go rinse off while we saddle a mount for you. We've a dozen leagues to go before nightfall.

He had just given her a way out!

Xandria strode to the waters edge. Ignoring the looks of the men as she passed them in her naked glory. She was steaming with fury below her outwardly calm demeanor. If they dared to address her at that moment she would have quite possibly ripped their head off!

She lowers her body into a squat before the water's edge. Her knees rolling outwards, spreading her silken thighs. If any where before her, they would have fully experienced the flower of her body pouting. Her eyes lower as she swirls her hands into the glassy liquid. Disgust flashing across her features as the thick creamy liquid drifts into the water. She takes a deep breath, happy to finally be rid of the body fluids that marred her flesh. Though she still needed to rinse her entire body, able to feel the stickiness upon her slender arm and curved thighs.

She rises to her full height stretching her arms above her head, elongating her body. She can feel the burn of His gaze into her bare back, only her hair saving her from complete exposure to Him, though knowing he can see the high perfect globes of her supple ass.

Secretly, her eyes turn to the left and right as she decides which would be quicker for escape. Finally they focus straight ahead of her across the pond. Suddenly, it seems as if everything slows down.

Xandria's head turns to the side, her eyes peering at Him over the creamy tawny flesh of her shoulder. Her breathing halts as His eyes pierce hers. Again, the quickening of her heart, the butterflies quivering in the pit of her stomach begin to play as His lips part and He yells!

He knows.
Xandria turns back around quickly, breaking into the water with a swift urgency she has never displayed before.

GET HER! NOW!
His voice booms and instantly the soldiers are upon her.

She reaches out, trying to pull herself out of the water to the land on the other side of the pond, but she has yanked back by her hair. Her scream awakens the wood around them. Birds begin to caw, the wind seems to pick up a notch.

The guard thrusts her into the water as she fights back as viciously as her tired body can. She begins to choke upon the water her face is shoved into. She slows her motions as exhaustion sinks. Her body still aching from being doubled and hung. Her breathing raspy as she is dragged back through the water to the other side.

Xandria just catches sight of His stoic form on the little bank of the pond as she is dragged to His feet.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

"Now what shall I do with you Princess...what shall I do...
I'm of a mind to turn you over to these poor men and report to the Queen that you died of fever enroute."
There were murmers of eager approval from every hand.
Garemond sat astride his horse looking down disdainfully at the wet wild, desperate creature she'd become.

"But...many are expecting you. It would be a sad disapointment to deny them the pleasure of your servile obedience."
He thought for a moment.

"Robert tie here hands tight before her and give me the end of the rope."
He made it fast to the pommel of his saddle and looked down at her.
He trotted his horse away a few yards and the line pulled tight, another yard and she was nearly jerked off her feet!

"Good."
He smiled,
"You'lll walk to the Palace now little slave. Walk or be dragged that is and the road is quite rough. Pity what you'd look like at the end of it.
Robert please see that the child's trunks are delivered safely. I think we'll take the long road by the Lake it's prettie and the wench could use some toning up before she's presented at court."

*Toning up!*
Somehow that remark coming from him made her see red! but before she could react at all, Garemond had put their little parade on the road and she found indeed she did have but one choice, run along behind or be dragged in the dust behind the bastard's horse!

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria coudn't understand why? Why was He doing this to her? What did He get out of treating her like this but simple warped amusement? She didn't understand why He wouldn't let her go. Besides He had already allowed the disgusting guard to assault her body with his thick tongue. And..and..the men...she shuddered at the thought of what had passed a while ago.

She struggled to keep up with the pace of His riding. She could not believe He had her running after Him like a puppy, but then again, she didn't believe He would do the things He did earlier to her as well.

She shivered with the intense hatred beginning to permeate her mind. She considered begging Him to free her again, but decided it would accomplish nothing. She couldn't think of any way to convince him to let her go. Perhaps there wasn't a way....

Lost in her thoughts, Xandria jerks forth upon a stray branch littering the trail. Her cry rings out as she falls as best as she can despite the rope securing her hands. The laughter of the guards simply angered her, but the fact that her Captor had yet to stop to allow her a tiny reprieve to rise even infuriated her more! In fact, her simply slowly his horse, for all of two seconds, while Xandria rose and raced to catch up with Him.

A cry of anguish spewed from her lips as she felt the burn of her muscles, the little slivers of cuts along her body from her tumble. One of the guards trotting behind her, every once and a while reaching down with, what Xandria thought was a belt or some type of leather strap, and smacks the back of her thighs to keep her moving. The strikes were an annoyance, she could feel it's kisses inflaming her flesh.

Her blue eyes lower as she catches sight of a few people watching the little group pass. Further humiliated and embarrassed, she blushes feverishly and lowers her eyes, hoping that her hair provides enough of a shield from the vision of those watching.

She prays to the heavens that she hopes the destination will be upon them soon, she doesn't know how long she can stand this.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Xandria stood it until the sun set and then at the point of giving up, of collapsing into the dirt to be dragged to death rather than go on...it ended.
She opened her eyes which had been nearly glued shut by the choking cloud of dust that had been her world for seeming ages to find the lights of numerous lanterns around them and the murmering of many voices.
She ran into the rump of Garemond's horse, carried forward by the momentum of her legs which didn't realize that the procession had stopped.
She fell to the ground on hands and knees and saw around her the beautiful red liveried shoes and silken hose of the Count's retainers.

"Get up girl! What kind of an impression is this to make on my household."
She'd been naked so long that it was exhaustion not humiliation that made her unsteady, slow and weak in the knees.

One of the men of surpassing comeliness (she was not to distraught to notice), grabbed her under the arms and steadied her.

She looked around to see a dozen young people appraising her.
The men were all tall though none as tall as Garemond. Their features were finely chisled and handsome. Though their complexions and hair were of different tones and hues they all seemed as alike as peas in a pod and so it was as well with the women, though with them the heights varied more as did the fullness and slenderness of their figures.
What stood out most remarkably though was the livery they wore.
The tight fitting garments of the young men were cut through at the loins and each of them was carrying with no emabarassment and seeming perfect ease, a prodigious erection!
The girls showed equal ease with their bodices cut low enough to reveal the rouged tips of high full breasts and in some instances their full crimson skirts were slit wide up the front revealing the soft swell of perfectly shaven mons.

The Count continued,
"This is the Princess Xandria, who apologises to you for her
unseemly appearence. As you can see we will have much to do to make her fit to answer to the queens commands and desires..."
There was a nodding of heads at this statement and they all seemed to be looking on her with an air of insufferable disdain.

"I apologise for NOTHING!...I protest at this...this outrage! I am a Princess..I am of the House of..."
A hand slipped over her mouth to stifle her words and she felt the servants cock pressing into her naked buttocks but at least she'd found her voice...


At length she'd found her voice

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria had no time to bite down upon the man's hand this time. She was silenced, besides for her anguished muffles, with the clamp of his strong hand. Her silence didn't mean that she couldn't relay how angry she was with her present situation. She tried to wrench her body away from him when she felt the smooth, throbbing length of his maleness nestled against the crease of her taut bottom.

She flamed with embarrassment. Her eyes raced over the ladies and the lords standing around gawking at her as if she were merely an object and not a living, breathing human being.

Did they not see what was happening? Did they not care?

Judging by their raunchy dress and words, they were a part of this entire scheme. Besides, they were part of His household, why on earth would they help her? They are probably trying to figure out an escape for themselves!

Her energy drained quickly as she struggled. She had already been sucked dry of everything she had during the time spent travelling. She had nearly been dragged. She had stumbled clumsily and tripped over branches and such along the paths. She was covered with a film of grit and grim. She didn't feel pretty and felt even lower being so near to the well robed young women and men.

Quietly, she wished He would let her bathe and give her clothing. At least that would help her feel civilized! Right now she was not nearly an equal to the servants within her own kingdom! She shivered at the thought.

She was a princess! He would soon discover this! She growled behind the hand of the man holding her.

Suddenly, she felt her captors hips move against her, jiggling the rounded cheeks of her backside. She felt the length of his manhood prodding her intimately, though not where she had ever considered a man would enter. Her eyes widened with fury, blinking rapidly, shaking her head with anguish.

He couldn't do this!

She looked at the Lord. As she had thought often since this perilous occasion had begun, he had to stop this creature from doing this unmentionable act to her. She couldn't bare to be violated anymore. He entire body heaved as her sobs started anew. The wetness trickling down her cheeks only adding to her flushed, distraught beatuy.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

She needn't have worried. Such an outrage was not to be inflicted on her this night.
Instead she found herself carried into a quiet chamber hung with tapestries whose subject matter made her blush and delivered into the hands of two tall black male slaves, both completely naked and both with (Of course) with rampant erections, something she was getting used to seeing by now.
The two bath attendents, for such they were, laid her down in a delicioius tub of hot scented water and began to methodicaly and sensuously remove the dirt of the days travails from her skin.

Their long ebon fingers worked the lather into her skin with care and she closed her eyes and let them exercise their skills on her
exhausted body.

"It seems I'm always directing you to be bathed Princess. Are you this disheveled at home?"
She sat bolt upright, suds falling from her saucy breasts.

"You!...Were I home my Father would feed you to his dogs!...He'd...He'd..."

Bezieres smiled and the two nubians stifled a laugh.
The tall nobleman approached the tub with slow arrogance.
Xandria blushed and slithered down into the water.

"Child,"
He said, not unkindly.
"You have no home other than this one, and no Father other than I."
It was not a fatherly smile he directed at her nor were his words to the bath attendents...
"Make sure you perfume the girl's breasts and cunny...I plan to dine on both tonight."

 

[spiritual_love]

Xandria

"Make sure you perfume the girl's breasts and cunny...I plan to dine on both tonight."

Xandria was outraged. Her face illuminated with a bright reddish color as she fumed at his blatant words of what he planned to do. And..and the two men, they were laughing at her!

She did not want to leave the comfort of the water. She did not want to face what was going to happen to her. Looking to each of the attendents, her voice squeaked forth in a soft little beg.

"please help me get away from him."
The two men merely smiled at her. One prepared the towels, various scents, and other wear for her. The other reached his hands within the waters helping Xandria rise to her feet. The waters whirled around her calves as the attendent set about his task.

He scrubbed mildly hard, the rough brush making her flesh tingle, causing it to be more sensitive to the touch. When he drew the bristles over her nipples, Xandria just knew she was going to die. The combination of the constantl scrubbing with the heat already churning within her was tearing at her resolve not to give into these people!

Just as Xandria was going to tell him he had done enough. His immense hand smoothed between her legs, pushing her slender thighs apart. He used a warm sudsy cloth to wash at the petals of her blossoming sex. Her knees nearly buckled as he stroked her back and forth. She swore he was doing it on purpose.

"stopppppp...."
Her soft voice hissed at the damnable man.
He was purposefully trying to make her body ready to be taken by his Lord. She pulled away from him, splashing the water as she did so. He growled reaching out and snatching her clear from the tub!

"owwww...You are hurting me!! Let me go!!"
She cried at him as his fingers dug into her upper arm. Xandria tried to wrench around to force him to let her go. Missing completely, the second fellow secured both her wrists with one of his hands. Both beautifully, muscled men laughed once again. She was pulled downwards at her waist, bending over, she felt a light slap upon her warm buttocks.

What was that???? What is he doing??
Xandria flushed with a crimson kiss. It was their manhood, their thick, elongated cocks. They were allowing the erect organs to slap along her body. She twisted again trying to get away, her wrists were squeezed painfully as his other hand cupped her face. As if she were dreaming, Xandria lifted her eyes only to be met with the hard, dark length of his cock twitching against her lips, down along her chin. She made sure to keep her lips and eyes sealed.

"We must finish preparing her. She will be summoned soon."
The attendent behind her spoke softly, his hands drawing a towel along her straight legs and down the curve of her back as she remained bent over. He made sure to tease the fluffy material along the winking slit of her sodden pussy lips.

Finally they finished with their gentle assault upon her body. They finished by creaming her with a beautifully scented concotion. Paying careful attention to her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples from time to time to keep them at full attention, and her sex as they had been directed.

Xandria caught hints of lavendar, rose, vanilla. It was a wonderful array of scents. She actually felt quite beautiful as they finished up their work. To top things off they even arranged her long luxurious tresses with fresh flowers that increased the intoxicating scent wafting about her body. A sheer black material was cast over her body, giving teasing hints of her flesh to any that would care to look. Xandria caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn't help but to be meserized by the beautiful creation.