Training of a Princess (Closed for me and Gagonthis)

[VickyCummings]

It was a bright sunny April 12, in the kingdom of Lerotic, the day of princess's 18th birthday. The villagers were gathering in the town square preparing for the a very important event to happen later today. Everyone in the town was excited for this day, all except for Princess Christine herself. She was not eager to begain the Lerotic right of passage that all the female royality had go through if they wanted to become queen one day. If she resisted, she would be put to death. This was the law and tradtion of Lerotic for over 500 years.

The right of passage of Lerotic was as follows. On the princess's 18th birthday, she is to begain her training of the duties of being the Lerotic queen. This starts by the Princess being handed over to to a picked Nobleman, to be his slave for the next 3 years. If after the 3 year period the Nobleman was satisfied with her training, the princess is then sent back to the castle to be married to man of King's chosing. If the training is unsucessfull and Noble is unstatisifed, the princess is taken out to the public square on her 21st birthday and put in the stocks, naked for the towns use for 24 hrs, afterwards she is branded on the ass as a whore and is unable to kicked out on the streets and unable to get any job besides whoring herself on the streets.

The role of the Lerotic Queen is just figure head, the kings has all the true power. The Queen's first duty is to do anything to keep the King happy and to do his bidding as he ask. The second duty of the Queen is diplomatic advantage. If the King is in tough negogations, he may use his wife as a dipolmatic tool.

Christine sighed as she rode in the carage to the town square. Then she was escorted to the center of the square she was stripped of her clothes and had a collar placed around her neck. The crowd watched in antcipation as Christine waited for the Noble the King had picked to conduct her training.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin raised his head, smiling slightly as the King ordered him to rise. He stood, his large frame made even more imposing by the full suit of plate mail armor he wore. The large two-handed bastard sword on his back was tied into his back sheath with a peace knot. Not that the King had any reason to worry. Cambin Longspear, Dragonsbane and Knight of the inner circle was the King’s most trusted warrior. His meteoric rise within the nobility was nearly unheard of for a man only twenty-five summers old. But then so was the strength in his sword arm. No man who had ever stood up to him had lived to tell the tale. He was as merciless as he was strong, his only loyalty to the king and the battlelust inside him.

He had not been born nobility. His was a story of might makes right. Born a poor farmer’s son he quickly left home taking up the sword as a mercenary. The current king saw in him the promise of a great warrior and took him under his wing at age sixteen, augmenting his fearsome sword mastery with education in tactics and logistics from the kingdom’s finest military minds. Cambin saw the king as like the father he had always wanted, refusing to even acknowledge his worthless peasant family. It was in the Battle of Golman that the king fell under the cavalier charge by the Legion of Kesg. The Lerotic soldiers feared their king dead but Cambin rode in single handedly, possessed of a demonic rage and tore thirty men off the king, pulling him to his horse and fighting his way to safety. The king had named him Earl for that event and everyone knew who would be chosen when it came time for the princess’ training.

Cambin bowed deeply to the king as he stepped out into the town square, staring with impassive eyes at the princess, naked and collared in the center of the square. Inside he grinned with pleasure, knowing that she would be his for the next three years. He knew the traditions of this kingdom and looked forward to doing his part to make her a meek and accepting queen for whoever would be lucky enough to take the crown after the currents King’s death, god forbid. “Cambin, I give you my daughter Christine. Train her in the proper ways of a Lerotic female and if she cannot learn, turn her to the mob for their uses.” He said the ritualist phrase, the crowd cheering at the last part. Cambin turned towards the king and bowed deeply first to him and then to the crowd. “I accept the responsibility. She will learn her place as a Queen.” He said, completing the phrase as he stepped forward and took the chain attached to her collar into his hands.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine felt the transfer of the chain around her neck switch from her father to her father's most trusted knight, Cambin. She had heard of his cruelty on the battle field, he was a fierce warrior. She knew her next three years were going to be hell. She wished she could take the chain attached to her collar and hang herself with it. She couldn't help to protest who the King chose to train her.

Christine-" Father, please can't you reconsider your choice of who you want to carry out this ritutal?"

Her father would not here it and just boarded his charoit and was driven back to the castle.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin felt the strength of the chain in his hand. It was hard wrought iron. Tough, unyielding hard wrought steel. The way the man who trained the princess should be. Cambin’s face was hidden behind the swooping black helm of his armor, shaped in the head of the great wyrm dragon. Cambin grinned nonetheless as he looked at the princess. She had spirit. It would make the next three years more interesting for him, but eventually she would break. He had slain dragons and led armies to victory. Taming one small woman would be a fun distraction.

He yanked the chain taut, pulling Christine towards him as he lifted the mesh metal face guard on his helmet, revealing his piercing emerald green eyes as he stared into her face. “You do protest too much m’lady.” He said with a smile as the king rode off in his chariot. He knew he shouldn’t begin the training until he had her back at his home, but he could not resist. “There are much worse men than me the king could have chosen to complete your training.” He looked her body up and down, appreciating the sight before him. “You’ll find I can be just as gentle as I am strong…” He grinned at her, his smile revealing a row of perfect teeth.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine stared at Cambin's face for it was the first time she had seen him up close. She had always seen him from afar, out patroling the city gates in time of peice. She shivered as she was pressed against his cold armor. She just glared at him as he smiled at her.

"Might as well kill me right now, for I will not go into the services of a barbain like you."

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin’s eyes flashed in anger at her use of the word barbarian. He quickly reeled his temper back under though, knowing that to get angry would be exactly what she wanted. Instead he simply reached down to his plate greaves and pulled a slim dagger out, holding it up to her throat. The people who had not yet drifted away from the town square gasped at the sight of the blade. “You would have me kill you?” He asked gravely, bringing the point of the blade from her chin down her throat and over the generous swell of her bosum before pulling it away, leaving her unmarked. “You have spirit, that will make this all the more fun…” He said with an evil grin as he stepped forward grabbing her long flowing hair in his metal gauntlet, pulling it upwards and chopping off the majority of it with one quick swipe from his dagger. “You will learn your place.” He said his voice steely as he led grabbed the chain, dragging her towards his trusty steed.

 

[VickyCummings]

Gasping at the sight as her beautifull black hair falls to the ground and shrieks louder as she feels how much is really left. Her hair went from being able to cover her back to now barly covering her head. Then she falls forwaard on her hands and knees right into a puddle as Cambin starts to drag her to his steed. Christine attempts to climb of the horse behind him, only to be knocked back down on her ass, getting her even muddier. This makes Christine mad as she shouts at him.

"If I can't ride with you, you expect me to walk besides your stupid horse?"

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin’s eyes filled with mirth at the reaction she had to losing her hair. It was the first step in her submission to him. She could have nothing she enjoyed, allowed only to keep the most Spartan of lifestyles until she earned her luxuries by sublimating herself to his will. He kept his laughter inside though, his body remaining taut and his eyes impassive as she stumbled into the mud on her hands and knees. He was pleased when she meely attempted to climb onto the back of his horse, but he quickly knocked her back down onto the ground, roughly but causing no real harm. He was not prepared to allow her even the simplest of accommodations yet. He heard the hate in her voice and his eyes lit up in anger as she insulted his steed. Stepping forward he wrapped the chain around his forearm and yanked her forward so that her naked body was pressed against the cold iron of his armor. “If truly death it is you seek than speak ill of Merchion again.” He growled at her, cold rage in his eyes.

Pushing her away he mounted his steed, giving the horse a fond pet upon the muzzle as he did. It was the most affection Cambin ever showed a living being, more so than he would ever show another human. “And yes, you will walk.” With that he kicked the horses side, sending it trotting forward, the chain forcing Christine to jog along side or be dragged behind.

 

[VickyCummings]

With a sturdy kick to his horse, Cambin set it right into a trot jerking Christine forcing her to run or be choked as the horse trooted on. Christine found this to be quiet embessing as he rode through the streets of town, with all the villages looking on as they past. The stones of the street were hard on her delicated feet and some of them even cut and bloodied them. Christine quickly became winded due to the collar resticting her airway and due to the fact that she was not used to being this activie. Her legs were sore, her lungs felt like they could explode. Her well devolped chest wasn't helping either as her breast swayed back and forth as she tried to keep pace with the horse. Christine groaned as they started to make their way out of the town, wondering where and how far Cambin's house would be. Sweat beagin to pour from every pour of her body and she started to feel a tightening in her stomach. She felt like the big breakfeast she had could come up any minute now as she was forcibly ran. She was getting extremly dizzy and was close blacking out, wondering if she would truly die from this run.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin forced her to keep up a very tiring pace, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to keep up for long, but still surprised at how long she managed to stay on her feet. He trotted Merchion through the village, many of the people coming out to gawk at the spectacle of the princess, nude, running through the town after the large mounted man. Hushed conversations were exchanged and many of the younger men of the town came forth in order to view the perfect naked form of the princess, no longer perfect as the heat, dirt and tiredness took its toll on her form. Cambin raised his eyebrows as they trotted out of town. He could tell she was on her last leg, and he subtly slowed Merchion’s pace to allow her to keep up. Finally though he could tell she could take no more and he stopped. “We have many hours of travel still ahead of us. We will stop here and rest for a moment.” He loosened the chain, holding it as loosely as he could while still maintaining a firm grip as he walked Merchion over to a nearby pond, allowing the horse to drink deeply as Cambin took a waterskin out of the saddlebag, taking a long swig before tossing it to Christine. She fumbled it briefly but caught it and glared at him. “Drink or do not, it matters little to me.” He said knowing she wouldn’t pass up the chance.

He took the waterskin back from her and pulled her back towards him with the chain. “We have to pass through the Daggerspine peaks in order to reach my homestead. You will ride on my horse through the pass.” He lifted her up and set her down on Merchion’s back, soothing the horse when it let a protested huff of breath out. The horse did not enjoy when anyone but Cambin mounted it. He climbed back on. “Hold on.” He said in a gruff voice as he kicked the mount forward to a gallop.

 

[VickyCummings]

As she was about to take a drink from his water skin, Cambin took it away from her, which furriated her, but her throat was too parched for her to raise her voice. Cambin told her that they would be passing through Daggerspine Peaks, which Christine had heard was a much dangerous place where many of gangs of theives made their hideouts there. She begain to panic thinking that she would have to run through such a danergous place.

She was realved that Cambin picked her up and put her on his horse behind him. Not having the strength to hold herself upright, she slumped forward arms around his waste barely hanging on as his horse started to gallop wildly.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin didn’t actually have to go through Daggerspine peaks to get to his homestead, in fact it made the trip somewhat longer, but Cambin knew that it would important to cement in her mind the ferocity he could bring to bear against his enemies as a tool of dominance over her. Whether awed by the display or horrified it would make an impression on her. So he led the horse into the hills, daring any of the rogues who made their homes in the peaks. Perhaps word of his exploits had found its way even into this den of ill repute, for none rode out to challenge him as he moved through the first part of the pass and Cambin frowned slightly, wondering if perhaps his trip was to be for naught.

He need not worried for at that moment a group of three hungry highwaymen observed the man coming up the pass smiling slightly. He was well armored, but there were three of them, they would overpower him with no problem. The biggest of the three stepped into the path, his large bulk taking up a majority of the thin mountain roadway. “This here is our stretch of the road. The toll to pass is one hundred gold coins…” He trailed off as he saw the naked woman swaying behind him on his mount. “Or we’ll just take yer beautiful slave and call her even.” He said smiling, showing a mouth full of rotted teeth. Cambin smiled and stepped off his horse, making sure the chain Christine was attached to was secured to a nearby tree root. He grabbed the hilt of his bastard sword and pulled its full length out in front of him. The big thief blanched slightly realizing this man wasn’t just going to cow and give them payment. He whistled for his two companions and they rushed forward one carrying a shoddy looking spear, the other wielding a longsword. The big man unhooked the battleaxe from his side and held it up menacingly. “Now look here, let’s not make a big deal out of this, turn over the girl and we’ll let you ride through.”

Cambin didn’t say anything, stepping forward into a fighting stance then charging forward, sword held above his head as he ran into the fray. The first man panicked and thrust his spear forward blindly, the tip glancing off the hardened plate armor as the bastard sword came crashing down, slicing him shoulder to hip. The other man chopped down with his sword and Cambin brought his arm up, deflecting the heavy blow sideways, feeling the shock through his arm but knowing no injury was done. He swept his sword upwards just in time to catch the big man’s axe and he put his shoulder into the man’s chest, knocking him backwards while disarming him. He turned on the man with the sword, batting away his ineffectual strike before swinging his sword sideways his all his strength, beheading the man instantly. Cambin walked past the body as it fell, stomping towards the large man who was desperately trying to regain his footing. “Wait… man, mercy, MERCY!” The big man pleaded as Cambin stomped forward, pinning the man to the ground with his heavy plate greave on his belly, bringing his sword up and spearing the man through the stomach. He twisted the blade slightly before pulling it out and walking back over towards where Christine was chained up.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine watched in horror as Cambin just slaughtered the three muggers. At first she fear Cambin would hand her over to the rouges, but then again he didn't want to tick off her father. This was very intense to see for she had never seen anyone killed before. This horrifed her more for if he could kill without any indiffernce, just inmagine what he could do to her. She couldn't speak in fear and shock after what she saw as he unchained her. After they begain to ride again she finaly regained her composure. She asked him how he learned to fight like he does.

"How you learn to fight that? You're probaly the best knight in my father's court"

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin smiled behind his faceguard as he saw the fear in Christine’s eyes. She had undoubtedly lived a sheltered life, pampered within the palace walls by her father’s servants, knowing nothing of the truth of the world outside. It was a dark and horrible place, the real world; full of violence and corruption. Cambin knew he had made quite the impression on the young naïve princess. He unchained her and sat her back upon Merchion before taking out an old stained rag and wiping the blood off his two handed sword. Placing the large blade back in its sheath he mounted his steed and kicked Merchion forward, galloping out of the paks. He would circle back around to the west to reach his home, nestled at the base of the peaks. This side trip had cost him at least three hours of extra daylight, but he knew it had been important.

They had been riding for several minutes before he noticed the hands wrapped around his waist began to tremble less and that Christine seemed to be regaining her composure, at least enough to speak again. He weighed her words carefully, trying to decide whether or not to answer her or to punish her for asking such a question. He decided on the former, knowing there would be plenty of time for breaking her and he had no need to rush. “I have always been skilled with a blade… my skills were honed under the tutelage of first the Salvon berserkers and then by the Jondish Dervishes.” He said flatly, still staring straight ahead. Both were two military orders known for their unique fighting prowess and ferocity in battle. It was the Salvon’s who had taught Cambin that humanity and mercy were traits of weakness in battle.

They continued riding for several more hours before the chill of the Daggerspine peaks turned into the more pleasant weather of the Lerotic Spring. “We approach your new home.” He said, gesturing ahead to the large estate up in the distance.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christne looked around him Camin and saw his rather impressive large estate. She was amazed of how beautifull. She thin begain to think of the her home, the castle and her life up until the point. As she thought of her life up until then, she also begain to think of the future and think about the woman that she was expected to become, she started to shed a few tears and involuntarly clung Cambin tighter, hoping for some comfort.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin felt Christine clutch tightly to his back, seeking some level of comfort in the changes taking place all around her. Cambin ignored her until he had ridden through the ornate gate that separated the ground of his manor from the wilderness outside. His home was a unique mixture of architecture. Using the masses of treasure awarded to him for the slaying of the great wyrm he had commissioned the kingdom’s finest architects to design him a home that would be visually stunning but also as defensible as a keep or fortress.

The result was his home, a three-story affair spanning a large plot of land surrounded by a thick stone wall. No windows or entrances other than the grand iron door adorned the bottom floor. It would require a small army to take the place, just as Cambin had desired.

However it did not appear as if it were a fortress, but rather a work of art. The sweeping buttresses and intrictacely carved designs along the columns outside marked it as a unique work of art. Two of his soldiers pulled the gate open for him as he came through, bowing low to their patron as he rode passed. He came to the stable house and dropped off his horse, lifting Christine down as well. A stable boy came and hustled the horse away. “Feed and water him, then brush out his coat.” Cambin said to the boy who bowed low. Two other servants came forward to help him removed his plate armor but he held his hand up to halt them. “Christine will be removing my armor.” He said simply, looking at her expectantly.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine stared at him blankly for a moment not believing the request he had asked of her. At first she simply refused to do it, reverting to her old way of thinking.

"Why should I do it when you've got two sevents willing to do it?"

Cambin just glared at her, which scared her and reminded her of her postion. She quickly went to and tried undo the straps that kept it firmly around his waist, but they were tightly done and ended up pinching her finger. When she finaly undid the straps, she tried to lift it off him, but it was way too heavy for her delicate body to lift. She ended up falling on her ass again in what she hoped was mud.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin’s servants had willingly backed off to allow his new possession to undo his armor. He stood straight, making himself as tall as possible to make the job difficult for and could tell immediately she was struggling with the heavy plate armor. She not a woman accustomed to doing any real hard work and as such she did not have strength in her delicate frame. “You must be prepared to do anything you king will ask of you.” He said in a low voice, lecturing her. “If that includes removing his armor after a long day on the campaign trail then you must know how to do it properly.” He said, eyes boring into her. “From now on you shall be responsible for this task, until I am satisfied you can perform it with the utmost perfection.”

His eyes lit up with laughter as she fell backwards with the weight of the plate armor into the mud. But he did not laugh out loud, instead grabbing her arm and pulling her back to her feet, indicating she should continue. Many long minutes went by as Cambin waited with the patience of a rock while she struggled to undo the armor. Finally she pulled it all off, revealing the man underneath it. Cambin had a chiseled body from years of hard work, his muscles and body sculpted to near perfection. His movements out of the armor were fluid and graceful as a cat. With a long stretch he worked his muscles back to normal, picking up the chain and stepping towards his home. “Come, I will show you where you will be staying.”

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine groaned as Cambin told her that she would be removing his armor from now on and possibly expected to do more hard work. As he lead her through his stable, she tried to avoid stepping in any piles of waste that might have not been cleaned up. Her body was covered with mud and she smelled.

"Excuse me but when will I get a bath, for I smell I probaly smell extremly bad right now."

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin heard her groan but she did not open her mouth in protest. He wondered just how much his display with the thieves in the mountains had had on her. He’d be a little disappointed if she were already broken, wanting at least something of a challenge with this one. Still even if she wasn’t already he would break her. He didn’t have much experience with people, but he had trained hounds for many years and a woman could not be that much different.

He turned towards her, his eyes full of indifference as she complained about the state of her odor. He stared at her for a long moment before turning to one of his guardsmen to respond. “You will take the lady Christine to the main bath chambers. Make sure she cleans the entire room until it shines. Only then will she be allowed to bath, then show her to her quarters.” He turned back to Christine. “After all of that is done you will join me for supper.” He said as he moved away towards his home.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine's jaw dropped as Cambin mentioned the condtion of her receiving a bath. Judging from just the size of his house, she could tell that his bath house was going to be huge. She couldn't help as her temper rose once more.

"What you expect me to clean your bath house all by myself, at the castle it takes at group of six people 3 hours to clean the royal bath house, this is outragous. It's going to take me all night."

She was going to go off some more but a couple of servents begain to drag her away to the bath house. When there she was given a tiny bucket and tinier brush and left alone. Christine groaned to herself and pouted as she begain to try her best to scrub the floor.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin watched with satisfaction the anger that flashed on Christine’s face as he gave his order. Good she still had a little fight inside her. That brightened Cambin’s mood slightly as she spoke back to him. “Yes. You will clean the main bath chamber alone, but worry not it is not nearly as large as the royal chamber. It should only take you a few hours to clean it, after which time you will bath and join me.” He again reiterated, calling a guard over to escort her and remain with her during the cleaning. “Be sure she does as I have asked.”

He walked away, entering his house and calling his majordomo to come attend him. “The lady will be setup in the guest suite. Be sure that all comforts are given to her in her chambers. I want to make sure she is well taken care of while I break her.” He said with a slight smile before moving away to his chambers. He changed out of his riding clothes, using the secondary bath chamber to wash away the dust of the road and the dried blood on his skin. He knew it would take her several hours to finish her task, and so he called down to the cook and told him that dinner would be much later this evening and to be prepared for such.

He spent the next hour reading in his study, allowing himself to relax after the long day he had had. Finally when the clock chimed he rose to his feet, heading down the hall to the dining room, sitting at the head of the table and awaiting his “guest”.

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine groaned as she rubbed her sore muscles as she finally finished cleaning the main bath house. The guard sent to watch her, inspected it for the third time and finaly nodded in approval of her job. Chirstine sighed in some relief as she could final clean herself. Even though the gaurd had been there the entire time, and watched her scrub the bath house nude, Christine wasn't comfortable bathing in front of him, or anyone for the matter. She tried to send him away but he stood his ground.

Christine just sighed and filled a tub with hot water and sighed again as she got in, thinking she had time to relax. Christine took her time cleaning herself which irretated the guard. After getting all the mud off her, she thought she could sit in the tub for a while to let her muscles soak, but that was not the case. Once the guard saw she was clean, he pulled her out the tub and drug her to her room.

Once in her room, Christine was impressed with her cometations, much more luxgerious than she expected. She looked in the wardrobe for clothes to put on, but she found it bear, along with all the dressers. She was then quickly escorted to the dinning room, still naked and thrown at Cambin's feet. She looked at him for a second before climbing up and sitting down onto a chair, in which, Cambin then jerked her off with a tug of her chain.

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin checked the clock behind him, wondering how long he would be forced to wait to eat because of the girl. His stomach growled its protest and he briefly considered calling his wait staff to bring the food anyway. Still he forced himself to be stoic and wait for the girl, knowing he had given her a difficult and time consuming task.

Finally the guard entered, pulling at the chain that Christine was still attached to. He smiled slightly as he saw her, she looked a bit better now that she was clean, but still she looked like a fish out of water, no clothing on, unsure of what was going on around her. Cambin nearly laughed at the state of it all, but instead held his mirth inside, looking at her with dispassionate eyes as the guard deposited her forcefully on the floor. He gave the man a warning look. He had told his staff to be tough with the girl but to do no physical harm to her, and he had meant it. Only he had that right.

He watched as she climbed to her feet and looked around hesitantly before settling herself onto a chair. He shook his head slightly and yanked the chain hard, pulling her out of her seat and onto the floor. “I had thought to hold this off until at least a few days after you had been here, but the battle today has caused my blood to boil. So we will begin your most important training earlier than anticipated.” He tugged her close to him with the chain and snapped his fingers. The servants rushed in and filled the table with food. He looked down at Christine on the floor and slowly started to undo his belt and loosen his leather trousers. “You will please me as I dine…”

 

[VickyCummings]

Christine watched as the other servents brought in the food. As i past her, her nostrals were filled with wonderus aroma. Her stomache begain to growl for she had not eaten anything yet today, and was straved now. She then saw Cambin unbuckle his pants suggesting she please him as he ate in front of her. She clutched her stomach.

"Please if I just may have something to eat, for I haven't had a bite to eat all day. My stomache is growling loud, surly you hear it. Please allow me to eat before we continue with my training."