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Princess and the Mage

by Ben Wa

Part 1: The Shrew

Princess Margaret Eleanor Maria Eva Maude de Lacy was the seventh and last child of the King and Queen. Although only 16 summers old she was already acknowledge as the "fairest of them all".

Strange it may seem that she was a maiden still when others of her sex were wives and mothers years younger. This was an age when people married early and died young. A rare beauty like the Princess should be considered a prize fit for a king.

Her long golden tresses fell almost to the ground. Every day and evening they were brushed 1000 times by a servant. The servant was severely beaten if she pulled the Princess' hair even once.

Her milky white skin was as smooth as a newborn babe's bottom. She bathed ever day in a tub filled cow's milk to keep it soft and radiant. Another servant was beaten if the temperature was not exactly right.

The Princess stood 5'4", large for a woman of her day and age. Her winsome, perfect figure was a wasp-waisted 34-19-34. She kept it that way by always disgorging the contents of her stomach after the large meals she favored. Many servants stood by to clean up her regurgitation. Just for fun she occasionally aimed for a servant.

Her firm, billowy breasts were over-large for her frame. The Princess considered them her best feature. They were well displayed by the low cut dresses popular in that day. Tipped they were by wide ruby-red nipples that could perchance be discerned beneath the thin tight bodices she favored.

Her manner and carriage exuded an aura of grace and sensuality that further enhanced her exquisite appearance. She was the center of attention whenever entering a room. Those around her could rarely take their eyes off her lovely form. If she screamed curses at those who displeased her, using the foulest language of the common folk, the courtiers politely ignored it.

It was only behind her back that people whispered of the stark contrast between her outer and inner selves. They were like black and white, day and night. For she was the most vain, arrogant, spoiled, foul-mouthed, thoughtless, mean-spirited, self-centered bitch the lord had ever placed upon the earth.

Could she be possessed? A changeling perhaps? None knew.

In sooth, she had been spoiled rotten from an early age. Her royal parents, the King and Queen, doted on their youngest child. She wanted for nothing. She could do no wrong in their eyes. If the Princess wished the castle moat emptied then 200 men would be worked until it was done or they dropped from exhaustion. Her closet had 100 of the finest gowns when most noble women did not own more then one or two.

The Princess was shielded from any ill consequences of her actions.  She was never taught consideration nor kindness towards others. Rather she believed that her inferiors (just about everyone) should be severely punished for causing her the smallest displeasure. Never had she learned the responsibilities of royalty, only its privileges.

Her innate meanness and cruelty made her much feared. The ugliness of her interior perhaps exceeded the beauty of her exterior. No man in the kingdom was brave enough to attempt the one regardless of the allure of the other.

The Royal Shrew as she was known was constantly honing her razor sharp tongue on every man and woman she encountered. Neither noble birth nor position offered any protection. A true egalitarian, she abused noblemen and commoners, men and women with equal disdain.

The fair Princess was universally detested.

She got away with this because her royal father was in sooth a good and wise monarch. He and his Queen were respected and popular with both nobles and commoners alike.

The young Princess was his one "blind spot". She was the King's favorite daughter and under his protection. Neither King nor Queen would tolerate any ill spoken of their youngest child. The penalty for a commoner was often death. Nobles had been known to lose lands, titles, or be banished from court for years. All learned to hold their tongues.

The queen had a mature beauty of her own. Her daughter had inherited the full-breasted figure that she loved to display. It was she who had popularized low cut bodices in court shortly after her marriage to the king. Their hair color too was quite close. The queen's happiness was marred by the fear that her beautiful daughter would never bed a man, let alone marry one.

The people prayed for the day that a handsome, if foolish prince from a (very) far off land would marry the princess and take her to his home, far away from them. They bemoaned the apparent fact that regardless of her physical perfection, the Princess was so repellant that this might never happen.

The Princess was quite annoyed at the apparent lack of suitors. She wished to be wooed, to have strong, viral men fight for her favor.  Daintily she would bequeath a symbol of her favor to the victor while the vanquished lay bloody, disemboweled, and dying in the dirt as a testament to her beauty.

The ripe vibrant fruit of her body was ready to be plucked by a handsome prince. Having all the normal urges of a girl her age, she dreamed of him often. He would be powerful and bold. A man that other men feared and respected, but he would be rendered helpless by her beauty.

At time like these, her delicate fingers might caress her smooth skin.  They would creep upward to fondle her pouting nipples until they were painfully hard. Gasping with arousal her other hand would be magically drawn to the furred cleft between her creamy white thighs.

That hand would stop as if hitting an invisible wall. A few times, the wall had been breached, by the power of her craving. However, when her fingers touched the hot slit, her hand would jump back as if burned. She would tremble with unfulfilled need, frustration, and fear. The memory of the one time in her life that she had been severely punished by her parents still burned painfully bright.

She had been 12 summers old when her mother caught her feverishly rubbing her sex. The piercing scream that had issued from her mother's throat was alone enough to cause nightmares. Her mother had launched into a torrent of verbal abuse, "Slut, whore, wanton bitch," were the least part of her tirade.

The entire family had been assembled, sisters & brothers alike. She had been made to pull up her skirts and remove her undergarments leaving her naked and defenseless. She heard their whispered snickers, "Skinny boy hips, hairless pussy, fat ass, flat chest, knobby knees, baby cunt".

The worst was when half naked she had been made to lie across her royal father's lap. He had spanked her unprotected behind with his bare hand and with his full strength. He was a strong, viral man and his wife had instructed him to hold nothing back. The Princess was made to count 20 blows on one cheek then 20 more on the other.

From the first blow she had screamed and begged for release. Tears streamed down her face. She had tried uselessly to escape. The Princess felt her soft mound being pressed against her father's thigh as his great strength easily held her in place. With each blow her mound rubbed against the satiny material of his royal robes causing strange feelings similar to when she rubbed herself there. These feeling merged with the pain causing indescribable emotions to flicker in her mind.

After the last blow had fallen, her father had been disgusted to see a large wet spot where her mound had pressed against his robes. What had happened? The Princess was certain that she had not urinated. Upon seeing the reason for the commotion, her mother had demanded twenty additional blows, alternating between sides. The ears of the Princess burned as hot as her nethermost quarter at the new taunts of her siblings echoed her mother's words, "Horny slut, juicy slit, wanton bitch, wet cunt, incestuous whore".

Her mother came to her later. At first she was smiling and conforting. However, when the tears stopped, in harsh tones she threatened more terrible punishments if the Princess ever again rubbed her sex for pleasure. She explained that sex was evil. It was the surest way to losing her soul to the devil.

Sex could only be tolerated in the context of creating an heir and then it was a painful duty. She would derive no pleasure from it. The peasants might see it differently, but they were little more then animals. She must behave as a Princess of the blood royal.

"Men are different. Even noblemen," continued her mother. They cannot control their base lusts. A woman can control a man with those lusts. Men were naturally attracted to woman's bodies. By making themselves alluring, attractive, and controlling access to their bodies, women could make a lustful man do almost anything. This is how the Queen controlled the King and how her daughters would control their husbands.

A married man who needed more to sate his animal lusts could be sent to the whores and sluts of the village. They would spread their legs for any man with a few coins. Relieved of those lusts, a husband would be expected to be properly dutiful and respectful of his wife's desires.
The Princess took her mother's advice to heart. Her fantasies now included a battle for power and control. She would tease men with lips, her breasts, and the promise that lay between her creamy thighs to the point of madness. Her future husband would jump to satisfy her slightest whim. She would rule in fact, he only in name.

One day many years after they were married, when she determined the time was proper, she would permit him entry to her maidenhood to plant his seed in her garden. Her mother had told her that it was a nasty, painful, and distasteful business, but necessary just that once to produce an heir to the throne.

The baby heir would be birthed quickly and with little bother. There would then be no need for a troublesome husband who would wish additional access to her sex. Untraceable poisons were available that could never be traced back to her.

She would act as Regent to her baby son until he was of age. The heir would of course obey his mother as a dutiful son. Her power would thus be extended into a second generation. All would revere her name for bringing her kingdom into a new golden age.

Sometimes her fantasies took an unwanted turn. The Princess lost the battle for control. She would be forced to satisfy the vast carnal lusts of men. Bound and helpless, her hot wet sex would be pierced again and again with their hard tools. They would break her spirit by coercing intense pleasure and pain from her all too vulnerable body. She would be trained with a whip to serve their whims as a nude slave girl.

Not one of her siblings came to comfort her after her punishment. In fact, they teased her unceasingly about the wet spot and how she could not sit down for weeks after her spanking. The Princess vowed revenge on each and every one of her siblings. In years to come, she never lost an opportunity to torment them as they had tormented her that day.

As she grew of age, her body developed beyond all hope and expectation. What she could not obtain using the allure of her enchanting seductiveness; she obtained by tantrums, threats, and intimidation.

The Princess' eldest brother, the current heir apparent, remained in the kingdom, but was rarely seen in the castle. He could not tolerate his youngest sister, but could not move against her and risk the wrath of the King and Queen. All their other sisters and brothers had married before age 15 and had left (been driven from) the royal court.
They lived or worked happily in nearby kingdoms, glad to be away from the Royal Shrew.

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One-day hope arrived in the form of a young mage, Magnus by name. He was a journeyman, traveling between kingdoms to offer his services to the nobility. Thus it was that he traveled to the palace where lived the Royal Shrew.

Walking down the long ornate hallways on the way to negotiate with the King's advisors, he happened to glimpse the Princess. One brief glance and he was smitten. Instantly, he fell in love with the flawless vision of beauty. Fortunately, he was smart enough to hold his tongue until there was time to discretely learn more.

Of course, the young man heard everything about the Royal Shrew. The courtiers were always eager to gossip. Discrete inquiries reveled all that was needed.  Discrete inquiries revealed the entire tale including all that was needed. Magnus realized both the danger and opportunity she presented for him. He thought long and hard and crafted a plan.

He met separately with various nobles, senior clergy, and the princess' eldest brother. After much negotiation they arrived at an agreement.

The mage must coerce the Princess by any means possible to declare that she wished to marry him of her own free will before the assembled court. The nobility would support his claim even though he was not of noble blood. The clergy would not question his magical background.

Neither King nor Queen would be told any of this before hand.  Presented with the accomplished fact, they would have no choice other then to accept this marriage. Vocal support of the marriage by the nobles and clergy would expunge any residual doubts.

In payment, the mage would receive a dukedom at the farthest border of the kingdom. There he must keep his wife barefoot and pregnant for the remainder of her childbearing years. The heir apparent would ascend the throne when the King died. He would prevent any additional retribution against the Princess for her many years of abusing the courtiers.

One meeting was devoted to the demands of the noblewomen. The first thng that struck Magnus was how their bodices were so sheer that their nipples were clearly visible. Was it some compensation for the large breasts of the Princess? He appreciated the view even as he worried about their words.

The noblewomen insisted on several things. First, when the Princess' maidenhood was ripped asunder, it must be with as much pain as possible. Second, she must nurse all her own offspring. A wet-nurse was used by all noble women who considered breast feeling beneath their dignity. Last the new Duke and Duchess would visit the court together at least once, but not more then twice each year, but only when the Duchess was nursing. They wanted the chance to ridicule her for past misdeeds.

With the assistance of the palace nobles, Magnus' female assistant, Meg was assigned as a Lady in Waiting to the Princess. This was not difficult because the Princess had long ago alienated all other candidates for the position.

Meg was quite comely, although not in the same class as the Princess.  5'1" tall, she had shoulder-length, fiery red hair. At 22, Meg might have already been burned as a witch in some areas of the country due solely to the color of her hair. Traveling with a mage had saved her from this fate.

Meg had generous breasts that might be called C-cup today. They sagged slightly on her 35-25-38 frame, but she knew how to dress to maximize the effect of her assets. She excelled at diverting the attention of an audience. This was the essential to the misdirection used by Magnus during a performance.

Meg had natural-forest wisdom… what might be called common sense.  Magnus valued her quick mind, nimble fingers, and enjoyed many of her personality traits. These included craftiness, trickiness, sneakiness, and loving practical jokes. She was a liar, cheat, thief, pickpocket, seductress, and a natural con-artist. Magnus trained her further to excel in all these areas.

Magnus did have true magic at his command. However, he well understood that what he offered was more entertainment and common sense advice.  The Nobility was often bored with their existence. Often they were too wrapped up in their intrigues to see the obvious solutions to problems. Magnus… and now Meg… were able to turn a coin by using their many skills.

Of course Meg was Magnus' mistress. They fucked often and to the great satisfaction of both. In this area she had taught him more then he had taught her. They were both interested in constantly expanding their sexual variety. Sex had been used as a tool to accomplish various nefarious ends during the course of their travels.

Meg had lost her virginity to her eldest brother at age 13. He was furious at her after he was punished for stealing a cake from their parent's kitchen. Meg had rattled him out to her father. He punished her brother by giving him 6 hours of backbreaking ploughing in the fields.

He found her bathing in the deepest part of the stream that ran through their farm. She had already washed her clothes and left them to dry on a rock in the sun.

When she saw how furious he was, she bolted from the stream to the opposite shore. He was much faster and ran her down. Tackling her, they rolled on the ground until stopping with him on top.

She was trapped by his muscular bulk. It was forbidden to hurt his younger sister regardless of the provocation. He took his revenge by tickling her unmercifully. She squealed and begged him to stop Writhing against him, she felt his manhood grow hard.

Her brother was a handsome boy.  He wore no shirt so she was able to see his solid muscles ripple beneath his skin. He had many girls in the village that eagerly spread their legs for him.  From overhearing their gossip, he knew how to well please a woman.

He would know how to open a virgin girl.  Meg felt the small nipples on her budding breasts harden.  There was a warm wetness between her legs.  She stopped struggling and pressed her sex against him.

When he noticed the change, he stopped his tickling.  He realized for the first time that his young sister was becoming a woman.  She was totally nude and pressing her untried pussy against his cock.  Her innocent body showed all the signs of sex, but she was his baby sister. It was wrong.

Sensing his hesitancy Meg reached down and grasped his engorged manhood firmly in her small hand.  In her most persuasive voice she pleaded, "Please, I want you to take my maidenhood."

Her fingers continued squeezing his hardness. It was her most compelling argument. No teenage male can withstand a naked female with her hand on his cock begging to be fucked. Unable to resist any longer he stripped off his trousers and made love as gently as his own rising excitement allowed.

She was so aroused that the pain Meg felt as he tore through her hymen was minimal. She did not climax that first time, but felt the avatar of pleasures to come. For the first time Meg felt the power of her sex to control a man.

Ignorant of the dangers, it was simple luck that she did not get pregnant. Her brother showed her many other pleasurable positions that did not carry the risk of childbirth. He was not jealous when she took another lover. Her brother had many other girls with which to satisfy his teenage lusts.

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Meg traveled far with Magnus. Occasionally, during a quiet period they'd feel the need to "hone their skills". Meg would be sent to beguile a local maiden who met their requirements. She chose the most moral, virtuous, and wholesome girl available. Their challenge was breaking down all resistance, turning her from shy virgin into wanton slut.

Meg had selected the next victim.  She liked them thin, but large busted with dark hair, sometimes blonde, preferences that she and Magnus shared.  Waiting until the maiden was alone; Meg would pound on the door of her home weeping and crying piteously.  When the door opened, Meg would explain in gasping breaths that her handsome, virile, older brother lay near death due to the spell of an evil witch.  Only the lips of a pure and virtuous maiden could save his young life.

Meg dropped enough hints of rewards and marriage to interest any unattached female. Entranced by this romantic tale, Meg would lead the intended victim until she was thoroughly lost far from her home.  They would enter a small hut or shack with a large bed on which lay the "enchanted brother". The maiden's eyes would inevitably be drawn to the muscular male whose only covering was a small blanket across his loins.

Meg would declare, "The counter spell requires that the maiden and I both appear as we entered the world without clothing or modesty. Fear not, he cannot see anything, let alone you." If the maiden balked, Meg would beg again for the life of her beloved brother. How could she let such a gentle, kind, young man die? He will doubtlessly wish to reward you.

Once naked, Meg would excuse herself and take the stack of clothing outside to a well-concealed hiding place. On returning, Meg would prompt the girl to use her lips on her brother, "No! No! Not THOSE lips. Use the LOWER lips, the ones between your legs.

It might require threats to leave the maiden alone, abandoned, and naked in the woods.  Eventually, the distraught girl would acquiesce and straddle the brother's face. She would lower her untouched sex gently onto his mouth. Perhaps she only intended to lightly brush against him, but when their lips met, he would grab her hips and hold her open sex tightly against his mouth. Immediately he'd begin to suck and lick her virginal pussy.

If she tried to get away then Meg would grab her breasts, pinching the chaste nipples. The arousal from multiple attacks would steadily weaken her resistance until her struggles subsided. No matter what their backgrounds the raw lust of the inexperienced maidens would be quickly unleashed. Meg would whisper the "magic spell" for her to repeat again and again, "Sucketh me, Fucketh me, Releaseth thee."

Betrayed by her heretofore chaste body, she would beg to be defiled.  Spread out helplessly on the bed Magnus would pierce her hymen, ravish her maidenhood, and fill her unsullied womb with his seed. Meanwhile, Meg straddled her head, burying a hairy twat in the maidenly mouth. After Magnus was "cured" and she was broken in, they would happily instruct the corrupted girl in the many ways of debauchery.

Magnus would reveal himself a mage swearing that a spell to prevent conception was cast to protect the deflowered girl.  This seemed to increase the ardor of most.  If the girl should end up pregnant, she would not find out until Magnus and Meg were long gone.

Meg would insure her own pleasure by trickery. After Magnus had defiled the girl's virgin cunt with his spunk, Meg would "comfort" her. She would caution how viral Magnus was, how potent his seed. Despite his magic, a healthy, fertile female might still become with child. In fear the girl would beg her help.

Meg would whisper that two things would guarantee that the gullible girl would not be impregnated.  First, Meg must immediately drain Magnus' seed from her cunt.  However, the way that worked best required that Meg use her mouth. Most girls would immediately throw open their legs and beg Meg to fasten her lips to their hot, wet cunts. With a warm smile, Meg would dive between and force many screaming orgasms from the grateful girls.

Magnus loved to watch two girls at play. When it got him hard again, he would position himself and take Meg from behind. She loved the feeling of Magnus' cock driving into her while the taste of his spunk and another girl's cum mingled in her mouth.

Meg kept thrusting back until she felt Magnus' cock shoot his hot cum into her. It would almost always trigger her own climax, but leave her wanting more from the writhing girl below her.

Next Meg would tell the dazed girl that she needed to drink "female essence" to counteract the male seed that had already been deposited in her belly. They would change places and Meg would instruct the girl on how to make the "female essence" flow from Meg's cunt using her lips and tongue. The girl would have to drink every drop. She'd be warned not to stop regardless what else happened until Meg indicated it was safe.  Disobedience would guarantee that she became pregnant.

Between instruction and compliments on technique, Meg would tell the girl what a little slut she was becoming. Now that she'd had been fucked and sucked by both a man and a woman, she could never go back to the naive maiden she had been.

Hearing this bawdy talk, Magnus' would again become rampant. He would drive into the undefended girl from behind. Her maiden's barrier gone, Magnus would immediately begin powerfully thrusting deep inside her.

Meg would warn her again not to stop. The girl would be trapped by her fears and rapidly growing arousal. Magnus hands would reach out, rubbing her nipples and clit, driving the poor girl mad with lust. Helpless, she would surrender and thrust herself back on the impaling lance.

The three impassioned bodies would move as one, heaving and writhing.  The tempo would increase until one climatic scream would be joined by two more in a majestic triple orgasm.

The three of them would continue like this for a week or more. Every possible variation of bodies and orifices would be explored. Finally, it would be time for Magnus and Meg to move on. One morning, the girl would awaken to find herself naked and alone. There would be no sign of her lovers. She would cry bitter tears and eventually return to her own home and village. However, she would be forever changed by the experience, finding herself needing to relive those impassioned days often.

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When Magnus had met Meg, seven year ago, it was her 15th summer. She no longer looked like the little girl who had given away her maidenhood. Her breasts had filled out and her body had rounded. She had lain with many men and knew how to get what she wanted from them.

It had not been necessary to cast a spell on Meg. She was eager to run away with him. Meg had already grown to hate the endless drudgery of life in the small village where she was born. She had already turned down two offers to wed from boys of good family in her village.

Meg had flirted shamelessly with Magnus from the moment she found out who and what he was. Having seen 18 summers, he was an "older" man, something she always liked. "Tripping" numerous times, Meg pressed her lush body against his. When night fell she snuck into his hut already nude and ready to seduce him. However, he was prepared for intruders.  Warned by his magic he struck first.

With his gesture from his hand, she was frozen. Seeing the naked girl before him, he knew what she wanted. Meg was not the first girl who wished to run away with him.

With a single word from his lips, she desperately needed his touch.  Her planning and guile were forgotten. Magnus was not a man to be easily manipulated. In moments both were naked and locked together.  When he made his thrust, it easily entered her soaking wet cavern.

Meg screamed her release again and again. The nearby villagers smiled, pleased that their respected visitor was properly entertained. It was the best sex of Meg's young life. Even if she had not already decided to do so, she would have begged to stay with him.

Magnus was on the lookout for a comely assistant and mistress. He no longer wished to work alone without the comforts and companionship of a woman. As it was, their plans dovetailed perfectly. Meg was an eager student both in and out of bed.

Meg might have run off after a year or two, but found she quite enjoyed traveling with Magnus. This was facilitated only slightly by a few love potions he had slipped her. More importantly, she had been magicked to prevent her from becoming gravid with child. For there was such a spell, but it was difficult and costly. Magnus would only attempt it at need or for the right price.

Seven years they had been together traveling the wide world. Magnus was now 25 summers old. Both had their fill of adventure and narrow escapes. They agreed that it was time to find a permanent home. This kingdom was their best prospect to date.

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Meg began her service as a Lady in Waiting. Of course, the Princess mistreated Meg as she did all her servants. With each insult and blow, Meg's hatred of the Princess grew. While acting docile and obedient, Meg planned her revenge. It would not be long if she followed the plan Magnus had laid out.

If the Princess had any idea of the revenge Meg contemplated, she would have recoiled in terror. Perhaps she might have ordered both Meg and Magnus put to death. However, she remained blissfully unaware.

Among other things, Meg was required to clean the clothes stained when the Princess had her monthly cycle. The night it ended, Meg began the next part of the plan. Timing was critical.

Meg emptied a blue power into the bedtime drink she brought the Princess. It took some time to be assimilated by her body. She grew still and glassy eyed. Her breathing was deep and regular. Meg began speaking of a beautiful magic pool less than a day's ride away.

It would cool a girl's desire for a man if she wished to remain pure until marriage. However, there was a danger. Any male that should see her bathing could possess her. She would be bound by a lust that would grow slowly, but uncontrollably.

As she repeated the words, Meg's hand snaked under the Princess' bedclothes. Moving between her legs then entered the Princess' warm slit. Meg probed deeper until she met the barrier that confirmed that the Princess was indeed a maiden.

Meg's fingers continued to move within the Princess stroking, caressing, and searching for a special spot. Meg felt the little bump on the back inner wall. She heard the Princess moan to confirm its discovery.

Now Meg lifted the skirts of the drugged maiden. She lowered herself between the chaste thighs and placed her mouth on the unsullied core of the helpless virgin's womanhood. She began to suck the little clit and lick the hairy cunt while rubbing the magic spot inside with her fingers.

Meg savored the taste, smell and touch of the vulnerable beauty defenseless beneath her. When the Princess began to press her sex against Meg's mouth, she stopped. The defiled body of the Princess would not be allowed to climax.

Meg rolled off the Princess. She was very hot. Her fingers moved onto her own sex, rubbing first gently and then with rapid urgency until she stiffened with her own orgasm. The small cry that escaped her lips could not be heard by any.

This process was repeated twice more that night and for each of the next seven nights. It began to have an effect during the day.

The Princess became more agitated and distracted. Her moods swung wildly. It became harder to focus on tasks. She began daydreaming watching the biggest and most handsome palace guards. Her hand would seem to stray for a moment between her legs or up to the tips of her breast.

Later in the week these periods became longer. When the Princess caught herself, she'd see many people staring at her, whispering behind their hands. Flushing a deep red, she'd run to her room and throw herself weeping onto her bed.

At night, her dreams were filled with erotic sensations and images.  She envisioned handsome knights riding between her legs. They would lower their great lances and spear her womanhood again and again. There was also a great fish that sucked on her sex making her moan and tremble, but it always swam away.

In another fantasy, a horribly ugly demon from the nether world cast a spell upon her. At first she lay helplessly in his grasp unable to move or speak. His claws slowly ripped her clothing, revealing the naked, trembling flesh beneath. Then it would become infinitely worse. He'd touch her most intimately forcing her to respond with piteous gasps and moans. Nipples would harden painfully and she'd despair at the moisture of her aroused womanhood. His touch would make her so lustful that she spread her own chaste thighs for him. His huge black penis would press against the entrance of her vulnerable vagina.  Pelvis undulated underneath him; she'd try to impale herself onto it.  The impatient demon would drive the misshapen rod into her, ripping through her maidenhood and stretching her tender tissue around the impossibly thick member to bury itself in her virgin depths. She'd scream in pain as his seed detonated from the devil's spear, forever polluting her womb. The pain of her rape merged with unimagined pleasure and terror forcing her deflowered body to the very edge of an explosive orgasm. He would suddenly disappear leaving her corrupted body impregnated, but unable to achieve the orgasm she desperately needed.

No matter how she tried to distract herself these images kept entering her thoughts unbidden. She was almost constantly wet between her legs.  A discernable smell of female arousal followed everywhere she went. On evening of the seventh day she could no longer endure the laughter behind her back. The Princess locked herself in her rooms.

She cried pathetically, unable to stop herself. What was happening to her? Was she going mad? Who could she confide in?  Certainly not her father or mother! There was no one that she trusted.

Meg as always, brought the evening drink. Before the blue power took full effect, Meg broached the subject, "Mistress, you seem out of sorts of late. It troubles me deeply. Perchance I may have a way to help you."

The distraught Princess jumped at this chance, right into the waiting trap. Meg explained that she had seen virgins who were sexually frustrated behave as the Princess. They either went mad or spread their legs before the first uncouth lout they saw. The Princess accepted all that was told her, weeping and frightened, she begged to be told what to do.

Meg talked of the virtue and dangers of a magic pool. It had the power to banish the salacious dreams from a horny virgin's mind. She proposed that the two of them go alone, in secret the next morning.  The Princess only nodded as the effects of the blue powder claimed her.

This night Meg whispered about how a woman gave in to her natural lascivious needs.  How she desires a man's hard shaft deep inside, exciting her beyond endurance.  How she must capture his seed by moving her body against his.  How a woman must submit to the man who captures her maidenhood.  If the sweet crisis of orgasm is forced upon her then he is her true lord and Master, to be obeyed in all things.  Only if she resists the passionate rod may she remain mistress of her own destiny.

All these suggestions were implanted deep within the mind of the susceptible Princess by means of the magic powders aided by Meg's inciting fingers, mouth, and tongue.  It took very little effort to bring the Princess to the edge of climax.  Ten times this was done.  The hips of the impassioned Princess heaved upward searching for release, only to have it snatched away.

The Princess awoke to the smell of her own arousal.  The bed beneath her soaked with her fluids and she felt exhausted as if she hadn’t slept all night.  Her thoughts were filled with the erotic dreams.  There were none here who were worthy of her maidenhood, yet she'd surely go mad if this torture continued.

Calling Meg to her, they left as quickly as the princess changed into fresh clothes.  Meg had already packed for the trip.  Magnus was already in place.  Meg had sent him a report of her progress every day.

They rode the entire morning.  Meg dropped hints of her prior relations with men.  The Princess insisted on the truth.  Meg "reluctantly" admitted that she knew much of sex.

Meg began speaking of how the people of her village believed girls with big breasts made the best wives and mothers.  All the maidens dressed in the sheerest material to well display their breasts and maximize the apparent size.

She and her two best friends had the largest breasts of any girls their age. They had many opportunities to take the young village boys to their beds.  If a boy could not please her many times during the night, he would be cast aside for another.

Before marriage was even considered, the potential union must be proved fertile.  The couple would lie together every day and night for a month and only if the woman conceived would the joining ceremony be planned.

Questioned closely by the Princess, Meg "revealed" the ultimate weakness of every woman to the touch of a man.  What power she had came from total submission to his desires.

The Princess expounded that she had more will power and determination then any commoner, man or woman.  She would dominate her lovers not the other way around. The experienced woman merely smiled.

Most astonishing for the Princess was the revelation that some women enjoyed sex.

"But my royal mother said..." the Princess interrupted.

Meg explained how the pain of losing ones maidenhood may be followed by the sweetest bliss, but most men were so impatient that many women believed there was only pain.

There is great opportunity for a patient man and danger for the woman whom he compels to lust and passion.  Giving into that bliss exposes a woman to the bright climax that will bind her to the man in a mystical way forever.  Thereafter, she will fall deeply in love and never be able to deny the pleasures of her body to him.

A man might use a woman in many ways, from the front and from behind.  A large breasted woman might even place a man's tool between the cleavage of her breasts.  The stimulation received was quite pleasurable.  She should give his tool a kiss or a lick whenever possible.

What men liked most was the feeling of a woman's lips on their manhood.  Three things were critical.  First… never let him feel your teeth.  Outraged males had killed woman violating this rule.  Second… when his seed shoots from his manhood, you must swallow it all.  It has mystical properties that improve the health of a woman and give her a degree of control over the man.

The Princess was disgusted and intrigued by the images, yet she was helpless to purge them from her mind.  They seemed to bombard her senses, heating her skin, becoming more vivid and real with each word Meg spoke.

Last Meg explained that a woman must show her own pleasure and enthusiasm during these acts.  This was a means by which a skilled woman might gain further control.  The best way to accomplish this was to see to her own pleasure while applying her mouth and tongue to her man's pleasure.  Meg liked rubbing her hot slit against a man's hand, leg or thigh.

They stopped for lunch, more then halfway to the lake.  Meg surreptitiously added both an orange and a green powder to the food before serving the Princess.  The orange powder would irritate the skin of a woman's nipples and vulva, increasing her need for touch.  The green powder was the true magic.  It was a love potion made for virgin females.  A maiden, who of her own free will, begged to be taken would truly be bound to the man who took her virginity as long as she climaxed under its influence.  The fantasy that Meg had spun had now become truth for the ensorcelled Princess.

It was but another two hours ride to the lake.  Along the way the Princess began squirming as if in increasing discomfort.  In sooth, her nipples and pussy burned.  No amount of twisting or turning could relieve them.

Meg repeated all she had said giving even more lurid details.  As they rode, the first effects of the green powder began to overcome the Princess.  She did not speak.  Her eyes closed to slits and her head lolled slightly back.  She was like a sponge, adsorbing all that Meg said, envisioning herself as the helpless then eager captive of a man's unbridled lust.

Meg continued to speak of how a woman must please a man.  How he wants to posses her, to feel her submit totally to him.  How she must shake her tits and ass to incite his lust.  How he wants to hear her beg for his hands on her body and his manhood to cleave her vagina.  How her pleadings may dissolve into wordless cries of passion.

Yet another way was to cup his hairy balls and rub them gently when she sucks his hard rod, but must never squeeze at all.  This too had caused outraged males to kill many unskilled women.

Meg watched carefully, judging the effect of her words.  The constant talk of sex made it impossible for the Princess to control her growing arousal.  The magic of the powders made her receptive to all the suggestions Meg made.  She was now unconsciously ready to perform depraved acts that she had never before even imagined.  Once triggered by the closeness of a man's skin and smell against her own nakedness, she would move as Meg instructed without her conscious control.

It was then that they topped a low hill and were able to look downward to see the edge of the magic lake.  The Princess spurred her horse forward.  She needed to reach the soothing waters to quench the growing fire between her legs.

Meg followed just behind.  She had completed all the preparations as instructed by Magnus.  The chaste Princess was fully primed to yield up her aroused flesh.  Together they rode towards their destiny.

Part 2: The Lake

The lake was set amid a lovely, pastoral meadow surrounded by tall
trees. That it had been was chosen for its isolation from any human
habitation only added to its beauty.

They entered the waters at a point where reflections of the afternoon
sun bathed them in fiery red light. It made the blonde hair of the
Princess look as red as Meg's.

By the time they reached it, the Princess was frantic. The powerful
aphrodisiac she had unknowingly ingested would subvert her defenses
for the next six hours. Leaping at any chance to relieve her burning
nipples and pussy in the cooling waters, she quickly stripped off all
her clothes at the merest suggestion from Meg.

Meg joined in the water removing her own clothing. The Princess
glanced over at Meg's body, comparing it to her own. The potions
caused the Princess to react strongly to the closeness of another
naked woman. When she realized that Meg was watching her, she was
suddenly shy and ashamed of her carnal reaction. Quickly, she looked
down at the water.

Although together for many weeks, Meg had never seen her thus. Nipples
distended, skin flushed, moisture glistening between her legs, and
panting with arousal. The Princess was the essence of delicate
womanhood ready to be taken by the first man (or woman) who touched
her. She'd succumb easily, spreading her legs to be ravished, eager to
lose her virginity.

Meg stared at the exposed charms of the nude beauty, imaging what she
would do to the tender flesh when Magnus was done. Meg enjoyed forcing
a naive girl to suck her first pussy. Creaming on her face would be
sweet revenge for the Princess' mistreatment of her "Lady in Waiting".

The Princess flushed deeper upon noticing Meg's gaze. She tried using
her hands to modestly cover herself. Then needing to reestablish her
dominance, she demanded to know what must be done next.

Meg instructed her to enter the lake and circle it standing neck deep
in the water. She reminded her of the danger of letting any male see
her thus. If he saw her then the spell of the lake would impel her to
him arousing in her an undeniable need for his touch.

The cool water helped the burning feelings in tender tissues, but did
not abate them. The Princess could not swim and was forced to ask Meg
to steady herself. Meg put her arm around the Princess, holding her
close. However, her attention was focused on the shore.

The Princess kept scanned up and down searching for any sign of a man,
hoping to have enough time to hide under the waters of behind a rock
if one approached. Meg had planted this fear that was more of a
compulsion within her.

A man would see her nakedness and the magic of the lake would draw her
irresistibly to him. At the same time, her body could almost feel his
hard thing rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm
repeatedly at the lewd thoughts.

She'd be unable to prevent the loss of her precious maidenhood.
Surrendering while his manhood was within her would helplessly bind
her to him forever. Yet together with that fear, she felt a virgin's
need and desire for a man. Her body could almost feel his hard thing
rubbing between her legs. She felt her inner muscle spasm repeatedly
at the lewd thoughts that came unbidden.

 The Princess did not at first notice how often Meg's hand strayed to
her ample ass, kneading and caressing the cheeks and what lay between
them, but she became aware of the effect. Scandalized at how strongly
her body reacted to Meg's touch, she could not deny the feelings of
arousal.

It was difficult for Meg to resist her desire to caress the satiny
smooth tits and pussy of the exciting body she held. There would be
slight resistance at first, but that would be easily overcome. The
naive flesh would awaken to her touch until she begged for more.

Meg knew how defenseless the Princess truly was. By caressing her most
sensitive places the Princess would quickly succumb. The delicate
petals of her labia would open like a flower slick with the dew of her
arousal. She'd easily be convinced to submit to the pleasure one woman
can inflict upon another.

Meg's fingers hovered to strike. In moments the soft warm skin, large
bust, and moist pussy would be hers. The fingers moved above the soft
yellow down guarding the fair entrance. They flexed, yet did not move
forward. Fear stayed them. For Meg knew the terrible punishments that
Magnus would reek on her if his plan were undermined.

Sensing her vulnerability, the Princess rushed a little ahead to avoid
Meg's touch. She approached their starting point, still feeling the
strong passions surging through her body. If anything they were more
powerful then when she'd first entered the water. Perhaps another
circuit of the lake's calming waters was needed.

The Princess was more then a little distracted by the time she had
half emerged from the lake to check on her clothing. The water had
fallen below the fair hair between her legs, which was dripping from
the excess. It moved like gentle fingers down the inside of her soft
white thighs. She heard a sound and looked up.

Suddenly, she saw a man emerging from behind a small boulder. He stood
barely 10 feet away, looking directly at her. It was as if lightning
passed through her body. She could not move. Her eyes were
captured.  Frozen to the spot, she could not take them from him.

He wore only a single garment, a breechcloth that barely covered his
loins. Beneath it she saw the outline of his manhood. It was huge!
How could it possibly fit inside her narrow passageway without
damaging it?

She stared as if hypnotized as it began to grow. His arousal was
becoming evident as he regarded her dripping, naked flesh. The
breechcloth tented out as it continued to grow. The heat and
moisture between her legs increased as she watched it.

The Princess shook her head to clear it. He wore the clothing of a
slave, someone beneath the contempt of the lowest commoner, let
alone a royal princess. He had probably escaped from a serf's farm.

There could be no greater social gulf then between the two of them.
Yet her body was unaware of it, reacting the same as if her were the
most handsome, most powerful king. Her thoughts seemed to crawl
and turn in strange directions.

He looked so strong. She could be easily overpowered. How would his
skin feel against his? She must not surrender to him. How big was his
manhood under the breechcloth? This couldn't be happening to her.

She felt as if there was an unbreakable cord from her sex to his
drawing them together. Shouldn't she run away? There were so many
conflicting impulses. She did not know what to do, yet her hot body
did.

Her head lifted, exposing her throat and tossing her wet hair away
from her face. The chest thrust forward displaying the fullness of her
breasts. The already distended nipples hardened painfully until they
felt like two pebbles. There was renewed moisture and heat within her
sex.

Her arousal surged. She must try to escape, but felt the magic
preventing that. Instead her body began undulating towards his. I
should not be doing this she thought. She tried to stop it. Instead,
her hips swayed more widely. Small droplets ran down her chest
to drip from the underside of her swaying breasts.

She felt exposed and vulnerable yet could make no move to cover her
nakedness. The feeling of his gaze on her skin was making her hot and
aroused as if his fingers were already caressing her.

Approached him she saw how dirty he was. He smelled of stale sweat,
yet it was mixed with a maleness that made her knees weak. She called
out trying to gain the upper hand, "Slave bow down the a Princess of
the royal house, lest I have you slain for having looked upon me."

He did not bow. He did not answer. There was no reaction at all. How
dare he treat her this way? The feeling of his unbroken gaze continued
to roam over her skin; heating it wherever touched. She felt the heat
once again burning her nipples and between her shaky legs. Would she
kneel before him? Would she beg for his touch? "NO! NO! NO!" she
thought. Strengthened by her anger, her defenses stiffened, if only
for a moment.

Was he so stupid that he could not understand her words? She gestured
in the way of command that had been taught to her at an early age. The
peasants all bowed low when they saw this, but there was still no
reaction. He did not speak, only smiled as her breasts jiggled with
the motion. He watched her as a spider watches a fly entering its web,
surveying every naked curve as she breathed.

She regarded his muscular chest. How would her breast feel when
crushed against it? His large hands flexed. How would they feel
caressing her burning nipples? She saw the bulge of his manhood
pressing against the breechcloth. How soon would it drive into her
tender flesh?

These thoughts made her weak legs tremble. They felt unable to
support her. She tried to resist, but that seemed to only increase
her arousal.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Meg on the sandy part of the
shore a few feet closer to the water. The Princess was horrified to
see that Meg's legs were fully spread display her wet sex. Her large
breasts hanging down like ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

Meg had not lain with a man for more then a month while she had
been in the Princess' service as a Lady in Waiting. Suddenly and
unexpectedly she was overcome with the irresistible need to submit to
the man before them. She wanted to be the first to feel the massive
cock she knew was under his loincloth fucking deep into her cunt. She
wanted to feel his hot spunk shoot into her womb and impregnate her
young fertile body.

Wait, she knew that Magnus' magic had long protected her from becoming
pregnant. She had never been the type who wanted to be tied down
caring for a squalling brat, not even her own. What kind of magic was
making her desperately want to bear this man's child?

Magnus had neglected to tell Meg certain things. One was that the
magic potion she had secretly given the Princess radiated outward from
its victim to affect any woman that was physically near her. Not only
the virgin Princess, but Meg too would become the love slave of any
man who brought her to climax when his manhood filled her cunt.

Unlike the virgin Princess, Meg had no will or even desire to resist.
She would do anything the man asked, totally submissive to his
desires. Meg was the picture of a slut desperate to be taken.
Deliriously she lifted her open sex off the hot sand, offering it to
the man. Pleading, she repeated the same phrases over and over,
"Fuck me Master! Shove your hard cock into my hot cunt. Use
me like the cheapest whore. Lick my nipples and my clit."

Revolted by Meg's display of carnal weakness, the Princess was
nevertheless distracted and aroused by the endless dirty sex talk. She
thought how to use Meg to her advantage. Perhaps this man would ignore
her and take the easy conquest. When he fell upon Meg it would give
her a change to escape. It was not to be. Meg was ignored. He was
entirely focused upon her vulnerability.

They now stood so close that her hard nipples hovered a finger's width
from his naked, hairy chest. The Princess found it impossible to
maintain a look of disdain when she had to look up into domineering
eyes that reflected her own undeniable lust. It was difficult to
breathe.

Here was the opposite of everything that she had ever desired in a
man. He was course with no manner or grace. He was uneducated,
ignorant, unable to speak or understand her, and ignorant of the need
to bow before royalty. It infuriated her, yet it was she who felt the
urge to kneel before him.

She berated herself, whispering, "I am a Princess of the Royal house,
I refuse to be attracted to this lowly slave. I will have him slain
for staring at me thus. If he touches me then he will be tortured for
days before being allowed to die.

Her firm breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. In terror she
saw his hand slowly rising. Rooted to the spot, she managed to
command, "Lower your hand at once. It is worth your life if
you touch me."

"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," she gasped as he touched her right nipple.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh," then her left.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as he squeezed both between his rough fingers.

Without conscious thought, she pressed her breasts into the caressing
hands. Molten heat raced from where he touched to between her legs.
She felt the inner moisture flow. It made weakening knees buckle under
her. Closing her eyes, she slowly knelt before him.

Her mind was filled with the horror of a royal princess kneeling naked
before a slave. What was she becoming? "Slut, whore, harlot," they
were all too good for her. Regardless of the magic how could she ever
respect herself again?

It took her a moment to realize that his hands were no longer upon
her. Opening her eyes, she saw the breechcloth was gone. His manhood
hovered inches from her nose, its heavy male scent made her head spin.
He pushed it against her closed mouth.

She thought, "It was impossibly large! Because of what Meg had said
she knew what was expected, but resisted opening her lips to be
defiled. He grabbed her hair painfully with his right hand and closed
her nostrils with the left. She was unable to breathe.

The Princess resisted as long her breath held out. She would not allow
this invasion regardless of what Meg had said. In less than a minute,
her lungs ready felt ready to burst in her chest, but still she
resisted.

Then he shifted, placing his left foot between her open legs, against
her inflamed sex. The fiery sensation forced a moan to explode from
her opening lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhuuummmmhh," She ended as his massive
cock plunged into her gasping mouth, down her unsullied throat,
muffling her cry.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, the princess tried to cough, to
swallow, and breath. She gave no thought to expelling the invader that
burrowed deeper with ever thrust until her nose was buried in the hair
of his loins.

Then he released her nose. She was able to breathe again. Unable to
escape or even move away from the iron hand locked in her hair she
despaired her fate.

Magnus reveled in the feeling of his cock deep throated by the
Princess. Who imagined she'd be able to take his full length her first
time. He began to use his foot to inflame the Princess once again.

Of course, it was Magnus who was dressed as the slave. He wanted to
teach the Princess her helplessness in the hands of any man, even a
slave. It would be a fine joke on one so proud of her royal lineage.

Despite her impotence, the Princess was determined to regain control.
She desperately tried to remember Meg's words. She recalled that
swallowing a man's seed might give her that control.

He needed to feel her own passion before the seed would be released.

Remembering her instruction, she gradually began to respond, as he
desired. Using her tongue she licked and caressed his shaft. Reaching
to cup the hairy balls in her hand and roll them gently about.

Her thoughts about biting the shaft or squeezing the balls hard were
shattered when her head exploded in pain as he pulled her hair. She
feared to try that again. The indirect approach would work best. She
resumed ministering to his cock and balls.

Remembering what Meg had suggested, she must let him feel her passion.
Only that way could she force his climax without surrendering herself
to him. That was the way Meg had suggested to capture his seed.

It was time to attend to her own pleasure. Hesitantly, she moved her
sex against his foot. The scorching heat of the contact seared her
mind. Her hips responded, moving again of their own accord. Her
thoughts were melting. She was aware of the growing need for the scent
and feel of his maleness filling her.

Her plan to control him was forgotten. She yearned to push him inside
to fill her sudden emptiness. Her heaving breasts pressed against his
thighs. What was happening to her? She couldn't stop her body as it
tried to envelop this smelly dirty slave. She wasn't behaving like a
Princess, but like the lowest street whore. Was she any better then
them?

Her hips moved more urgently. Her tongue was a blur of motion. A
white-hot fire began to grow inside her belly. It would consume her
soul. She was terrified, but could not stop.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggg," she heard him growl as his scorching seed
shot down her undefiled throat. It was too much to swallow. She began
choking. He kept thrusting as additional streams of semen were
injected down her throat. She had begun turning blue when he finally
pulled his shrinking tool from her gasping mouth.

The Princess fell limp to the grass covered rise. White droplets
dribbled from her lips. The unsated animal then fell upon fervid Meg.
He shoved his limp cock in her face. Eagerly she licked clean his
manhood. Diving between her splayed legs and sucking the life out of
her pussy until she screamed her release.

She lay on the ground like a puppet with her string cut. She was
powerless to do anything, but watch and listen to Meg's abuse. Abuse?
Meg's impassioned moans did not sound like suffering.

The white-hot fire in her belly had receded but smoldered just under
the surface. Seeing Meg writhe in his embrace made those fires burn
hotter. The green fire of jealous began to burn in the eyes of the
Princess. It should be she, not Meg who received the man's touch.

Her legs slowly parted, displaying her oozing slit. Would he notice?
Would he understand that she wanted the same treatment, the same
"abuse" that was driving Meg to one orgasm after another?

Having disposed of Meg his attention turned back to the Princess. He
stretched out on the grass besides her, facing Meg. His hands began to
roam over her flesh. There seemed to be no pattern or target. In fact,
he seemed to ignore her.

In a few moments, his light, seemly random caresses had her gasping
and writhing. The white-hot fire blazed again within her. She knew how
weak and helpless her body truly was. No better then any other woman,
even a slave's hand could make her flesh leap for its touch. The
Princess - no! The woman, the slut, the whore was ready to do anything
he commanded.

He turned and spoke to Meg in a strange language. It was the language
of Meg's homeland. Magnus told her to do what she wished to the
Princess as long as her maidenhood was available to him. Meg got up
and said, "Please forgive me, Princess. He commands me and I must obey
or he will kill me here and now."

The Princess asked, "If you can speak to him tell him that I am a
royal Princess and that my father the King will pay any price for my
ransom." Meg shook her head saying, "I must not Princess. It was your
royal father that condemned him to slavery. If he discovers who you
are then you will be killed in revenge. Now I must obey."

Meg took her limp wrists and pressed them firmly above the Princess'
head. She lowered her womanhood directly over the Princess' mouth,
saying he commands you to taste another woman's passion. You must
pleasure me with your mouth and tongue.

The Princess' nose was filled with a heavy female musk. Her head was
trapped between Meg's fleshy thighs. Meg's juices flowed freely over
her face because of her recent climax. They soaked the Princess' face.
Her first tentative lick brought a low moan from Meg. "More," she
said.

 The Princess' tongue, traveled into each nook and cranny of Meg's
pussy. Out of curiosity, she experimented with what brought forth the
loudest moans and strongest shudders.

To her surprise and shame, the Princess found her own body was
becoming aroused once more. Was it the man's roaming hands or Meg's
passionate cries? Regardless, the Princess' tongue moved faster and
deeper into Meg's hot pussy until it seemed to be vibrating in
response.

Meg's hips began to thrust forward trying to push the urge the tongue
deeper. Her moans rose to a crescendo until with a final cry the
Princess felt Meg's juices pour fourth, soaking her face and hair with
the taste and smell of another woman's passion. Meg rolled off to lie
gasping on the grass next to her.

The Princess tried to sit up, but was roughly pushed back down by the
slave's hand. He rolled onto the supine body of the Princess, pressing
his manhood against her slit. She gasped as her pussy spasmed in
response.

He reached to hold her wrists still above her head. Pressing the
length of his naked bulk against her tender flesh. His broad chest
crushed her breasts. His course hair teased her still burning nipples.
His manhood nestled against her wet slit. In a moment it would
penetrate her. She could do nothing to stop him.

Meg's carnal performance had hardened his cock once again. Now it
wedged and spread the Princess' slick lower lips sending heated
signals that seemed to further weaken her desire to resist.

She would be raped, but she refused to beg for it. If she held her
council then the she would be released from the magic.

"Meg help me," she pleaded, "I am trapped beneath this animal and the
magic of the lake is making me helpless." The slave also spoke to Meg
in his strange language then she replied, "He knows of the magic of
the lake. He demands that you beg him to rape you to invoke the magic.
If you do this Princess and climax when he is within you then you will
belong to him forever. He commands me to assist him or I will be
slain. Please forgive me Princess."

With that Meg move to hold the Princess' wrists once again. In blind
fury the Princess screamed, "I do not forgive or forget traitorous
bitch. When I escape I will have both of you tortured for weeks before
you are allowed to die. You may be a weak female, but I am a Princess,
as far above you as the moon and the stars. I am superior, beyond
anything he can do to me. I will resist and triumph. Never will I
belong to any man. Tell him that."

Meg translated for the slave whose response was a small chuckle. His
hands moved downward to cup her breasts. Finding her nipples her began
to pinch and release them between rough fingers. His hard cock rubbed
against her hot pussy, splitting the slippery lips and burrowing
between them.

The Princess gritted her teeth. She steeled herself against feeling
anything. Naked and trapped she'd resist the arousal her was forcing
her to experience. He could rape her, but never with her consent.
She'd refuse to think about his fiery manhood rubbing against the
unguarded entrance to her most secret places.

A Princess was in control of what her body felt, the heat, the
arousal, the luscious sensation of his oily tool against her satiny
smooth flesh, pressing, demanding, and inciting. Her tormented nipples
fondled by his callused fingers.

He could rape her, plunge his hard sword into her burning pussy,
invade her castle, and fill her emptiness. She felt his supple muscles
against her naked skin. Her own inner muscles kept spasming, yearning
for a hard cock.

Without even realizing what was happening, the Princess' eyes closed,
her mouth gaped open in an endless moan, her knees lifted, her thighs
clasped his flesh, and her hips began to thrust upward. Then he
stopped.

It took a moment for her to realize. When her eyes opened he saw no
sign of resistance, only passion and need. He spoke one word in her
language, "Beg."

No longer a proud Princess, tears wet her cheeks as she realized her
weakness and need made her no more then any other woman. She was a hot
slut, open beneath him, who could not resist the arousal a slave's
hands had forced upon her. She opened her mouth to echo Meg's
pleadings, "Use me. Take my maidenhood. I need your hard spear. Drive
it into my belly. Rip the virginity from me. Fuck me now. Please fuck
me."

Returning only a broad grin, he shifted to wedge his the bulbous head
of his lance within the entrance to her treasure room. His hands
shifted so that her hips were now immobilized by his weight. Now that
she had surrendered, her suffering would commence.

He pushed gradually up her sheath. Perhaps a quarter of an inch with
each thrust. To her unsullied cunt he felt huge. Each thrust a new
sensation. She felt impossibly stuffed, yet he kept penetrating her
unprotected core deeper with each stroke.

The Princess remembered the magic of the lake. He was within her now.
If she had an orgasm then she'd be bound to him forever. Knowing she
could not resist his touch, her only chance was to goad his climax
before her own.

She wanted to move her hips, but his strength held them in place. Her
voice incited him. So she continued to beg, moan, and plead for him to
fuck her harder.

They both felt him press against her maidenhood. She tried to ignore
the discomfort, but then welcomed it. There was little chance of an
orgasm this way.

He pressed forward. The discomfort turned to pain. The pain turned to
anguish. Her moans of pleasure became cries of agony,

"Oooooooowwwww! The pain!
"Oooooowwwoooowwwww! I can't stand it.
"Oooooowwwww! Please make it stop.
"Ooooowwooowwwww! You're killing me!

Her pain was a dark red cloud. It colored everything. She writhed
unable to escape. The pain mixed with the pleasure pushing her
backward, backward into memory.

The Princess' thoughts leaped back to the day her father had punished
her. He had spanked her nude body before her entire family. Amid the
pain she had been so aroused that she had stained his royal robes with
her juices.

The pain, humiliation and pleasure of this day and that day merged in
her minds. The images of this slave and her father became one. She
pressed her mound forward, one again feeling the unbearable arousal,
needing the pain, needing the pleasure. She tried pleading with her
torturer, but she was beyond words.

Magnus did not press forward through her hymen. Neither did he
withdraw. The promise he had made the noble women he must keep if he
wished to live in peace in this kingdom. Regardless of the promises
their husbands made, he knew made the noble women would make his life
a living hell if they were crossed.

He ignored her pleas. They were the price she must pay for years of
abusing everyone around her. The price he must pay to secure his
future in this kingdom. Just as he knew how to inflame a woman's
passion, he knew how to prolong a virgin's pain.

Despite her own need for revenge, Meg looked pale. She turned away
unable to look upon the agony of the Princess. It went on and on. It
was by far the worst pain the pampered Princess had ever experienced;
yet she could not escape. Her head thrashed right and left uselessly.
Meg felt nauseous as if she might throw up.

The eyes of the Princess rolled up into her head, she was about to
pass out from the unendurable suffering. At that moment the abused
hymen ruptured. In a few thrusts his cock was buried to the hilt in
her sheath. There he stopped waiting for her recovery.

The Princess regarded the slave with the deepest hatred she had ever
felt in her life. Somehow she knew that he had intentionally prolonged
her suffering. If her hands had been freed she'd have literally
scratched his eyes out even if it meant her own death.

He spoke to Meg and then lowered his head to suckle on her right
breast. "He asks forgiveness. It is a ritual of his tribe. That the
pain of a girl's lost virginity is a gift to the gods. It insures that
many healthy children will spring from her womb." translated Meg then
lowered her head to suckle the left breast.

Her angry retort was lost in a thunderclap of pleasure that rang from
her hardening nipples throughout her body. It drove the breath from
her lungs rendering her speechless. The memory of pain was driven away
by a flood of arousal.

Once again her hips thrust against him. He began to withdraw the devil
spear. Her inner muscles grasped at it, trying to hold it. He thrust
in once more, filling her, completing her. Releasing the nipple wet
with his saliva, he began a regular rhythm. Without thinking she
matched him, thinking only of the sheer skin sensation of the spear
penetrating her womanhood.

This slave had taken her maidenhood She would never forget the pain
and the pleasure, "Mmmmmmm." Their pace increased. Moaning. Thrusting.
Feeling. aaaaaaaaaaaaah...

Her mind was dissolving from the relentless stimulation. A last
thought escaped before she plunged willingly into the abyss, "He had
forced her to beg for it, but she was safe as long as."

No! The Princess felt the white-hot flame in her belly. She could do
nothing to stop or even slow it. Her hips kept thrusting impaling her
body again and again on the invader. The flame grew into a raging
inferno. She couldn't allow it! She must not. She must.

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed as the
titanic orgasm exploded from within. The magical conditions were
achieved. The energy of the spell released, pulsed around her and
through her.

Magnus felt it. He drove his stave into her womb then felt his
scalding hot seed spray into her enchanted spawning ground. Conception
was insured by the magic that now began altering her mind. The
Princess passed out, her mind overloaded, unable to endure the
combined power of her orgasm and the magic that seethed around her.

It did not destroy, but added and wove new patterns. If the spell
worked as Magnus intended then the Princess would cleave to him and no
other. Her body would always react with helpless passion to his
caresses guaranteeing many glorious orgasms to come. She would love,
revere, and obey him as her Lord and Master. Her happiness was assured
as long as he kept her with him. She would now treat all with honor
and respect. Her venom was reserved for those who worked against him.


Princess and the Mage, Part 3: The Castle

The Princess awoke a changed woman. She smiled up at him in reverence,
adoration, and awe. Wrapping her arms and knees about him, she held
him close and kept his seed within her womb. Her greatest hope was to
carry his child. "I love you, slave or King makes no difference." she
whispered.

While she had slept Magnus went to Meg. She had been crying in her
frustration and need to be used. The magic held her frozen until he
chose to come to her. He took pity on her and wished he could attend
to her needs immediately.

Fortunately Meg was well experienced in how to arouse him. Less then
10 minutes after he had climaxed inside Maude, Magnus was thrusting
inside Meg's pulsating cunt. She begged him to thrust harder to be
rough with her.

Meg had always been a fantastic lover, but he could never remember
her being so hot. He tried to hold back, to make it last. She climaxed
many times.

He lost it when she began pleading with him to shoot his seed into her
garden. She wanted his child in her belly. It triggered a primal
instinct he could not control. The orgasm burst within him. Stream
after stream of burning semen shot into Meg's fertile womb.

Again the magic was triggered. The greatest orgasm of her life
exploded within Meg. She knew it had worked. Her body would bear
his child. She felt herself passing out as the magic began altering
her mind. Her last words were, "Go to Maude. Hold her."

He did just as Meg had asked. Holding Maude's softness while she
slept. She was so beautiful and desirable. Now she was his. When he
felt his cock harden enough, he eased it back inside of her, just as
it had been before. Magnus needed rest after riding the two vibrant
women so closely together. He lay holding her protectively until
Maude woke.

Looking down on her lovely face, he told her; "You are mine Princess
Margaret Eleanor Maria Eva Maude de Lacy, now and forevermore. I will
call you Maude. You will address me as Lord, Master, or Magnus which
is my true name. Know that although you gave yourself willingly to a
lowly slave, I am in sooth a Mage. Soon I will be a Duke and take you
as wife to be my Duchess. Even now, my seed grows within the garden
of your womb, you will bear me many children."

Eyes widening with surprise and joy, Maude squeezed him with her inner
muscles. Although willing to be mate to a slave, she much preferred
being a Duchess. He freely answered her many questions as they
embraced. She fully understood exactly how she'd been manipulated as
she felt him hardening within.

It made her love him even more. It was not simply the magic. Maude was
happy to be rid of the crewel, frustrated, virginal Shrew that men
feared to bed. Magnus was the only man brave enough to rescue her from
that unhappy, barren existence. She now had real hope, long denied, of
being a wife and a mother. He would fill her life with love, passion,
and children just as he filled her body with his manhood.

They rocked together as she reveled in being his possession. "Master,
I love you," she cried out many times each time she climaxed. He
lasted a long time, have so recently climaxed. It was more then an
hour later having shown her many different positions, when he filled
her womb again.

When Meg awoke, they all hugged and kissed, celebrating their new
union. Of course, all that intimate contact quickly developed into a
mini-orgy. After they were finally done, they all bathed in the
enchanted lake to wash off the smells of sex and sweat.

They splashed and frolicked until Magnus transformed those playful
games into part of Maude's education. Grabbing her from behind, he
thrust deeply into her rear passage. It was the first time Maude had
been taken standing up or in water. Meg came over and pressed her
breasts against Maude's. The three of them becoming a sandwich that
rocked and thrust until it squealed with release.

The three of them camped by the lake. The night and the following day
were times of passion and ecstasy. As a sign of her progress, during
breaks Maude might be allowed to wear a scandalously short frilly top.
It did not even cover her now opened slit. It might be removed for any
reason, so she strove to please him in all things.

Magnus felt she looked more naked and provocative when she wore it.
Just watching it move on her body was often enough to incite him to
suddenly use her again, bringing her to many screaming orgasms.
 

Maude's vagina was quite sore from the abuse of painfully losing her
maidenhead. However, Magnus introduced Maude to the many other
ways a man may couple with a woman.

Meg introduced Maude to the softer, slower sex between two women. The
old Maude would have felt this was an unnatural abomination. However,
the new Maude accepted it as good and proper since her Lord and Master
commanded it. Magnus greatly enjoyed watching the lust of the two
women. He occasionally mounted whoever was on top thus adding
to her pleasure.

In a quiet moment Magnus considered the problems he might face. The
nobles might try to renege on their deal. The King might refuse to go
along. Magnus felt he could handle that type of situation. What
concerned him most was something he had learned in the East.

It was sometimes said that the Chinese character for "trouble" shows
two women under one roof. Now he had two lovely women irrevocably
bound to him. The Princess was the key to his plans. Meg had been his
lover and (reasonably) loyal companion for many years. He desired to
keep both under his roof, his castle, if his plans came to fruition.

To be successful, he needed there to be peace and cooperation, not
jealousy and conflict between them. As it turned out he had nothing to
fear.

The two women were both intelligent and quick-witted. They understood
quickly that conflict between them would make their Lord and Master
unhappy. Therefore, they found ways to share his attention and his
body.

They discovered that with very different backgrounds, they had very
different skills. This made it easy to give a task to the one most
skilled in the required talents. The unpleasant tasks they shared
equally.

On the rare occasions when they could not agree, the dispute was
brought to Magnus. Both women were bound to abide by the decision of
their Lord and Master. They were bound not simply by the magic, but
what they learned was the innate fairness and wisdom that was an
intrinsic part of Magnus.

Most important was that Magnus wished the two women to become lovers.
He realized the impossibility of any one man keeping two lusty women
satisfied. He relied on them to pick up where he left off. They found
many ways to please each other for hours at a time.

Once more the wishes of the Lord and Master were followed. A happy
by-product was that the women became closer then sisters. They shared
common goals and an uncommon lover. Both found that the most
fulfilling sex was when she held Magnus deep inside while the lips,
tongue, or fingers of her "sister" roamed her body.

The women learned to sooth and comfort each other when Magnus was not
available. They came to rely on each other's wisdom, strength, and
courage as much as Magnus relied on them both. The benefits to all of
them in the years to come were immense.

==========

They returned to court that evening. Maude again wore her royal
finery. Meg had helped comb her hair and fix her appearance so that
she again looked every inch the Royal Princess. They entered the
audience chamber together.

Her father, the King, immediately recognized the Princess. She was
granted leave to speak; "My father and King, after many years of
searching in vain, I have found the man I desire as husband. Though he
be a commoner, I love Magnus the Mage with all my heart and will
suffer no other. I beseech you my father to bless this marriage."

Certain elements at court sought to go back on the agreement they had
made with Magnus. The mage dropped certain subtle and some less subtle
hints that all her had done could be undone. Those who reneged on
agreements sealed with their sworn word might invite the anger of the
Lord.

One Baron in particular was incensed that a commoner-born would
have a higher social rank then he. Unfortunately, he had a near death
experience at a time when Magnus was in a meeting with several noble
witnesses. The Baron was forced to return to his estate where it to
several months for him to recuperate. No one noticed Meg sneaking back
into the castle sometime later carrying certain magical items.

Although allowing a Princess to marry a commoner was completely
unprecedented the King could deny his daughter nothing. The King was
guided in consultations with his advisors, the nobility, and the
clergy. At their urging he knighted Magnus and created him Duke of
Leche. The King was sad that his favorite daughter would be living at
the far edge of his kingdom, but Magnus promised they would visit as
often as possible. Of course, the King and Queen would always be
welcome at the ducal estates.

It took one month to prepare for the wedding that was a grand affair.
Most of the gossip centered on the amazing changes in the Princess who
was now a warm, friendly, and generous delight. The type of person who
instantly charms whoever she meets. Some of the noble women who had
insisted upon her departure now regretted it.

The sun shone brightly on the day of the wedding. The bride was
beautiful and the groom handsome. The vows were read. The couple
exchanged their first married kiss.

A thousand people attended the reception. Music, dancing, and wine
were the cornerstones. The bride and groom sat on raised thrones next
to the King and Queen as a mark of favor.

There was one unfortunate incident worthy of mention. There was a
beautiful, raven-haired, young Countess of Karja who had wed only a
month prior. She was an old rival of the new bride, who had to be
invited as one of the nobility. In fact, she had been one of the most
insistent that the Princess suffer greatly when her maidenhood was
ruptured. It was rumored that this had been done on her wedding night
and her husband was unable to her sexually.

The young Countess was extremely jealous of the apparent happiness of
her old rival. During the grand reception she became thoroughly
inebriated, loud, and began disturbing the other guests. Several of
these, including her new husband tried unsuccessfully to quiet her.

Becoming increasing agitated, she raised her voice so the entire hall
heard her make a disparaging comment about Magnus' common origin.
Shocked by the unforgivable breach in decorum, a hush fell like a
curtain over the assembly.

Only then did the new Duchess change in a frightening way. In
unhurried, but determined elegance, she walked towards her intended
victim. With each step, she seemed to grow larger as her anger was
unleashed. Those she passed stepped back when they saw her face,
frightened by the fury in her expression. It was as if all the spite
and meanness of her former life had been stored over the last month.
Now it was to be released against a single target. All conversation
stopped to watch the unfolding tableau.

The poor woman was cursed and berated continuously for 20 minutes
until in tears she ran from the room. No one dare speak as the Duchess
took a moment to calm herself. She turned back to the assembly and in
a clear pleasant voice asked everyone's forgiveness for the commotion
and bade them to continue their revelry. The reception concluded as a
great social success without further incident.

The next morning the distraught Countess and her husband left the
castle without speaking to anyone. They were not expected to reappear
at court for years. In fact, neither was ever seen again at court, but
that is another story.

The Duchess was thereafter viewed not only with fear but also with
respect. She had come quickly and decisively to the defense of her new
husband with devastating results. It was whispered that despite her
new friendly demeanor, she was not one to cross lightly. Meg
complimented the performance. She was impressed that Maude had not
repeated herself once during her long tirade.

Shortly after the wedding, Meg was created a Countess and appointed as
the new Duchess' chief Lady in Waiting. They departed to the new ducal
estates with many fine gifts.

Meg officially had a room adjoining the ducal bedchamber. In truth,
more often then not she slept naked in the arms of Magnus and Maude.
In that day, most people slept naked. Servants commonly entered the
room while the three slept to attend their duties.

Of course, the servants would first listen at the door and then
scratch at it lightly before entering. They did not wish to disturb
any amorous activities within. In fact, the two women took turns every
morning wrapping their lips around Magnus' cock to awaken him. If
either Maude or Meg had morning sickness then one of the more comely
serving wenches happily took her place. Lord Magnus' prowess at
pleasing women was well known in the castle. Their fun continued with
a playful sexual romp before the three rose to attend their duties.

No one was more surprised then Magnus at his skill of managing a
Dukedom. Magic required many of the same skills such as attention to
detail, concentration, and managing people. Few of their neighbors
were willing to risk both their well-trained men at arms and the
whispered mystic skills of Duke Magnus.

The Dukedom was known for its cows, goats, and sheep. It provided much
of the milk and meat consumed by the rest of the Kingdom. There was
also a healthy trade with two neighboring kingdoms across the Inland
Sea. In fact, the name of the Dukedom, Leche derived from the Spanish
word for milk.

The Maude and Meg worked well together. They behaved more like close
sisters then co-wives, which was how Magnus viewed them. On the rare
occasions that they argued, Magnus was able to resolve it quickly by
using their mutual devotion to him and respect for each other.

More often the two women worked together to maneuver Magnus into doing
something that he had been avoiding. He was often aware of their
manipulation, but chose to overlook it.

After all, it was usually for "his own good" and done with the best of
intentions by women whom he had grown to love. Magnus the Mage,
"master manipulator" and conjurer extraordinarie had found happiness
in the simple pleasures of being a husband and an expedient father.

The skills of the two women well complimented each other. Lady Maude
ran the extensive household with a gentle, but firm hand. Lady Meg
handled the accounts and was an excellent trade negotiator. The
Dukedom prospered. The people came to revere their Duke and his
beautiful Duchess. Lady Meg was always treated with honor and respect.

Eight months after the wedding, Maude gave birth to healthy twin boys.
Two days after that Meg gave birth to equally healthy twin girls.
Magnus had forgotten (the women thought it was on purpose) that the
powerful "magic of the lake" cancelled the weaker magic of Meg's
immunity to impregnation.

It was a simple matter for Duke Magnus to acknowledge Meg's children
as his own. A powerful Duke with a beautiful mistress was a commonly
accepted matter. The fact that the two women were such close friends
and raised their children together was less common, but accepted. Four
months later they traveled to the royal keep to present the King's new
grandchildren.

Against custom, Magnus had insisted that Maude nurse her own
offspring. At first she resisted, but gave in after he worked a minor
incantation. Magnus was not yet so secure in his title and position
that her could afford to alienate the noble women by reneging on his
prior agreement.

When Lady Meg saw the difficulty Maude was having with doing something
so "common". She sat down with Maude for a "long talk". Meg declared
that she would nurse her own offspring alongside Maude. And woes
betide anyone, commoner or noble, who attempted to ridicule either of
them. The women laughed together then hugged each other crying.

Meg explained that she thought the custom of noble women using
wet-nurses was stupid. She related what a joy it was for new mothers
to breast-feed their newborns. Babies who were fed cow milk or goat
milk rarely seemed as healthy and robust. As a young girl her own
mother and other village women had taught her everything necessary.

It was at the first great welcoming feast the royal court held in
honor of the King's newest grand child. The babies began fretting
because they were hungry. Everyone waited to see if the Duchess of
Leche would be forced to retire to nurse the infant.

To their surprise, with little fuss or bother the Duchess adjusted
her clothing. Her dresses were so low cut normally that it was a
simple matter of sliding it and inch or two lower to reveal the nipple
to the baby that immediately began suckling. Assisted by Lady Meg
first once child was placed at her breast then the other. Lady Meg
then performed the same ritual with her twins assisted by another Lady
in Waiting. Both women then continued the conversations they had
broken off as if nothing unusual had occurred.

At no time during the entire process was anything obscene or even
questionable seen by any of the assembled guests. Yet there were four
infants happily suckling on their mother's teats as if it were a daily
occurrence. The Duke of Leche had not turned once nor interrupted his
own conversation with the Queen.

Needless to say, it caused a quiet sensation among the nobility. Both
Maude and Meg were discretely questioned after the dinner. It was
remarked how happy the new mothers appeared while feeding their
babies. They confided that in addition to the health of their
offspring considerable sexual pleasure was associated with the
process. Commenting that the Duke appreciated the increased size of
her breasts brought a knowing giggle to the assembled women.

What was not mentioned was that the Duke and the two women had all
developed a taste for breast milk. After the infants were fed and put
to sleep, teats continued to be suckled and milk drained. The women
were so stimulated that a mini orgy between the three usually ensued.

The party returned to Leche basking in the success of their trip. Meg
and Maude were actually disappointed that not one woman had given them
cause to revenge a single word of ridicule or condescension. Mostly
this was because the two women carried themselves with such grace and
dignity. Also, the incident at the wedding reception was still fresh
in the minds of the noble women. None dared to face the wrath of the
now popular Duchess.

==========

Almost a year had passed when Lady Maude was visiting court without
either Magnus or Meg. Of course, the Duke had insisted on a strong
guard to protect her from any possible mishaps on the road.

It was well that he had done so. There was indeed an attack that at
the time seemed to be but random chance. One of the men at arms had
sacrificed himself to protect his Lady. He had been mortally wounded
blocking an arrow that had pierced his heart. Lady Maude was unharmed
because of his bravery and devotion. She swore to always protect his
wife and provide for his baby daughter as he lay dying in her arms.

In response to her story of the attack, she heard ugly rumors at court
that the Countess of Karja was constantly speaking against Leche. Not
just its Lady, but also against the Lord Magnus and the Lady Meg who
was now her dearest friend and companion. The Countess questioned
their morals, their honor, and their fitness to hold any estate, let
alone a Dukedom. It had only gotten worse since her husband had left
(been driven?) away to fight in a foreign war.

On her return to Leche, Lady Maude related all that she had heard or
suspected. A discrete investigation uncovered that the Countess had
paid several outlaw bands to haunt the road between Leche and the
royal court. It was indeed possible that was the reason for the attack
on Maude.

What was more disturbing was a report that the Countess had met with
the shadowy Master of the Guild of Assassins. Lady Meg who knew
something of the assassins thought her a fool. The Guildmaster was
known to travel everywhere with a female slave trained to seduce any
man or woman alive.

If he took a liking to the beautiful Countess then she would be
visited by that slave while she slept. By morning, she herself would
be a slave. In a few days she would have ridden alone from her estate
to join her lover. She'd be abducted on the road in a way that could
never be traced back to the guild.

It had been sheer luck that the Countess had escaped this fate.
However, word had gotten out that she was looking to hire assassins to
kill both the Duke of Leche and his Duchess. So deep was her hatred
following the wedding reception.

Fortunately the Countess of Karja was hampered by a lack of gold.
However, it was only a matter of time until she acquired it. Something
had to be done before she could act.

The Countess was known to be having difficulty even paying for the
upkeep of her nearby estates. She was a poor ruler and mismanaged
everything, expecting instant results with no planning or forethought.
In her growing frustration, she had anyone who displeased her in the
smallest way whipped, tortured, or executed. Many of her peasants had
abandoned homes held for generations, leaving food to rot on the vine
and fertile land untended.

It came as a surprise when she was invited to come to Castle Leche for
a month. The Duchess asked for a chance to put grievances aside and
heal old wounds. The Countess thought it the perfect opportunity to
bring her plan for revenge to fruition. She would be able to bribe the
servants to discover sufficient dirt and scandal with which to finally
destroy her old rival.

If that failed then a month of sponging off Leche would allow her to
accumulate enough gold to pay the outrageous price demanded by the
guild of assassins. They claimed killing not merely a Duke, but also
the King's daughter would require that the entire guild to go into
hiding until things "cooled off".

Upon arriving at Castle Leche, she was met with proper courtesy for
one of her rank. Just inside the gate flagons of wine were brought for
the traditional welcome of a newly arived guest. The flagon handed the
Countess was heavily laced with the same aphrodisiac given to Lady
Maude at the Lake.

The Countess, who dearly loved her wine, quickly drained her flagon.
Her response to the courtesy she received was a continuous flow of
disparaging remarks about the Castle, the Duchess Maude, the Countess
Meg, and their children. This deeply grated on the ears of all who
heard, especially the peasants who loved their Duke and Duchess.
However, all had been commanded to silence by the Duke himself.

The courtesy shown the Countess changed as soon as they entered the
quarters that she would be occupying for the remainder of her visit.
The Countess had been so busy speaking that she did not notice where
she was being led. Looking about she finally realized that they were
deep underground in the Castle dungeon.

As she turned to protest this affront to her dignity, the Duke stepped
behind her. Taking her by both elbows he held her tightly and a little
painfully. She struggled uselessly against his strength, unable to
move. Lady Meg produced a large knife and cut ever scrap of clothing
from her body. The Countess screamed and cursed until Lady Maude
produced a gag, stuffing it into the gaping mouth.

Gagged and naked, the Countess was securely tied to the dungeon wall.
Added lengths of rope were wrapped tightly around both breasts so they
stuck out obscenely. Small wooden clamps were applied to each nipple.
These quickly became painful because of what was to follow.

A female servant was directed to smear a meat sauce between the
Countess' legs ever 15 minutes. Two male hunting dogs were brought in.
They immediately began licking off the meat sauce. The pain in her
breasts and the pleasure between her legs drove the Countess into a
sexual frenzy.

In sooth the aphrodisiac was probably unnecessary. For the bondage in
which she was now held so closely mirrored her darkest fantasies. The
stimulation and depravity of having her womanhood endlessly licked by
two dogs brought the Countess to the first orgasm of her life. It
would not be the last.

After two hours of constant arousal, pain, and orgasms, Ladies Maude
and Meg returned. The Countess was in a swoon and was not aware of
anything except the canine tongues still licking her sex.

Lady Meg slapped her face until she was aware enough to fully
appreciate what was to come next. Lady Maude removed the wooden clamps
on her nipples. The rush of blood into the sore nipple assaulted the
Countess with the greatest pain she'd even know in her life. After 15
minutes of screaming (muffled by the gag) she finally quieted down.

Lady Maude whispered in her ear, "Will you swear to never again
disparage my family? Will you obey my ever command? Are you a natural
slut and a whore? Do you love having your cunt licked by dogs? Do you
want to thank them for giving you so much pleasure?" Unable to speak
the countess nodded her assent to every question. She was terrified
and would agree to absolutely anything.

Lady Maude directed the guards to lower the Countess to the floor. Her
legs were tied well apart. Her arms were tied above her head. "Good
you will now have a chance to properly thank our hunting dogs. Lady
Meg?" prompted Maude. Meg handed a small bucket to the male guard and
directed that he use the brush to smear some of the contents on the
sopping wet slit of the Countess. It should be repeated ever time that
the Countess finished "thanking" one of the hunting dogs.

The two dogs in the room lifted their snouts to sniff the air. They
walked over to the Countess and smelled between her legs. There was an
immediate change in behavior. The larger male growled at the smaller
dog who backed away, waiting his turn.

Maude addressed her prisoner, "Dear Countess, what has been placed
between your legs was collected from several of our hunting bitches
when they were in heat over the last few weeks. What effect do you
think it will have?" The eyes of the Countess widened in horror. The
gag prevented all but the most muffled sounds from escaping.

"My he has a large thick tool," commented Meg to Maude. "Quite a bit
smaller then my Lord Magnus, but from what I hear, larger then that of
the Count. Do you agree Countess?" The Countess shook her head yes,
then no, then closed her eyes hoping that this was all an erotic
nightmare.

She was forced back to reality as the fully aroused animal mounted and
entered her without any preparation. The Countess' eyes popped open as
she tried to scream in vain. She had never felt so full. The dog's
tool was MUCH larger then her husband's. He kept thrusting in, forcing
her already lubricated passage to adjust.

Despite some token efforts to resist the Countess' bound body was soon
thrusting upwards to drive the invader deeper. She came twice before
the dog emptied his spunk into her. When the first dog dismounted, it
was immediately replaced by the second who lost no time driving his
already erect penis into her.

The huntsman came in bringing six more male dogs with him. He knew
what was expected and the reasons for it. Indeed, the entire castle
knew how the Countess had maligned their beloved Duke and Duchess.
They had wanted her killed, but were willing to settle for this
debasement as punishment.

After each dog had taken three turns at the Countess they were led
away until tomorrow when they would resume their duties. The Countess
was turned on her stomach and retied to a low table. This was the
chance for the guards and other castle staff who wished to take their
own revenge. They were directed to fill the mouth or arse of the
Countess. Her vagina was left for the dogs.

The Countess had a young, healthy body, and great stamina. Her aroused
body continued to respond. She had at least one orgasm with each new
penetration, sometimes two or more. Many of her lovers told her how a
bitch like her deserved to be treated this way, how she was dirt,
lower then the animals of the stable. The more viscous the verbal
abuse the more intense her body's arousal.

Twice a day the Countess was allowed to eat and relieve herself. Her
hands were left tied forcing her to eat like one of the dogs that
fucked her daily. When she was done her hands were untied so she could
clean the dungeon like the lowest scullery maid.

At night the Countess was left to fall into an exhausted sleep. It was
then that Magnus came to her. He wove a spell that altered her mind.
She would remember nothing of what truly happened to her. Instead she
would remember what Magnus now whispered into her ear.

Never satisfied sexually by her husband, the Countess of Karja had
been deprived of even his meager attempts once he had departed for the
foreign wars. She had prayed to Satan, the Lord of Evil for relief.
She promised her soul if he would give her the wild, animalistic sex
of which other women whispered.

One night, two months ago there had appeared a great demon in answer
to her prayer. He forced her body to submit to unholy abominations and
defilement. When his foul seed shot into her womb, it cursed her with
the need to lay with animals instead of men.

Every night since, there were nightly visitations by the demon. He
brought dogs, pigs, ponies, donkeys, a different animal each night. He
and a different set of minor demons who joined him merely watched. She
tried to resist her obscene needs, but her overpowering carnal lusts
forced her to strip.

Falling to her knees, she'd lift her arse and spread her sex so the
animals could mount her from behind like any she-bitch. She rutted
with them having the animalistic sex that she'd prayed for. The demons
laughed and cursed her as Satan's whore.

The night before she departed for Castle Leche the demon came alone.
He told her this was his last visit. He could not enter a consecrated
place like Castle Leche without being invited in by its lord.
Hereafter, she must pray to Lord Satan to beg for the animals for the
rutting which she now needed more then food and drink.

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The Bishop came to Castle Leche as planned
several months earlier to bless the new chapel.
He was attended by a newly ordained Priest who
would take up residence at the newly formed Parish.

It was almost a month since the arrival of the Countess of Karja. Of
course, the Bishop knew of her visit and expected her to attend him
for a blessing and to show proper respect for the Church.

The morning of the bishop's arrival, the Countess was cleaned up and
put into her former attire. She had been denied the touch of any male
let alone the rutting she had come to crave for the last two days.

After a proper introduction, both the Duke and Duchess were called
away leaving the Countess alone with the Bishop and Priest. Being left
alone with the two males, the Countess became increasingly aroused.
She had to fight back the impulse to fall to her knees and beg the
two clerics to fuck her.

Two of the hunting dogs were released into their chamber. Of course,
they made immediately for familiar smell of the aroused Countess and
dove under her skirts. Feeling them sniffing and licking at her
already hot slit the Countess was helpless. Her knees weakened and
she fell slowly to the ground spreading her thighs. In utter disbelief
the Bishop and Priest both heard the Countess' heresy, "Lord Satan
you have answered my prayers. Thank you Satan for giving me these
dogs to fuck."

The clerics watched in horror as she pulled up her skirts to give the
animals greater access to her naked cunt. She revealed the larger dog
mounting her like any she bitch. And then she began screaming at the
dogs to fuck her harder, "Fuck Satan's hot bitch! Ram your hairy cocks
into Satan's whore!" Her thrusting hips impaling his tool deep within
her loins again and again. The Bishop unfroze and ran for help.

As the dogs were dragged off her, the Countess cursed everyone
present. Before all the witnesses she prayed to her Lord Satan to
strike them all dead.

An ecclesiastical court was immediately formed to judge the Countess.
The sworn eyewitness testimony of the two clerics was most damning.
Not one of her scandalized family or her former friends spoke on her
behalf. Her only defense was the story of her demon lover. The result
was a swift and sure conviction on charges of heresy. She was
excommunicated and sentenced to burn at the stake.

Only by the intervention of Duke Magnus was the death sentence
commuted. He offered to take her under his protection and attempt to
purge the demonic influences with the help of his new castle Priest.
The animosity between the two houses was well known. The Duke's
request was well received as a true act of charity and granted.

During the trial, word had come that the Count of Karja has died of
illness while fighting in a foreign land. He had no siblings, and no
heir, never having had a child with his wife. The former Countess,
now ward of Duke Magnus had forfeited all lands and titles with her
conviction by the court. She had no rights, no status, and no friends.
She was little more than a slave.

It was decided that the Karja estates would be given to Duke Magnus
in compensation for his future efforts to redeem the soul of the
convicted heretic. He in turn gave it to the Countess Meg as his sworn
vassal. Meg would finally have her own lands and property. These would
be passed onto her children just as the Duchy would be inherited by
Lady Maude's offspring. The castles were close enough that she could
ride between them in less then a day.

Despite their best attempts, neither Lord Magnus nor his Priest was
never able to "cure" the unfettered lusts of the former Countess of
Karja. She went mad from the loss of everything she held dear. Her
need for constant sexual stimulation was all that remained.

She lay about in a stupor for most of the day, with legs spread and
her hands above her head, just in case a male who wanted to fuck her
came along.

She would not eat nor drink except when threatened that sex by both
man and beast would be denied her. Even then eating human food seemed
beyond her abilities. She was given the same slop as the animals of
the barnyard, drank from a water trough, and relieved herself in a
pile of straw that was changed every two days. To clean her she'd be
left with 3 or 4 male dogs that would lick her entire body after they
mounted and fucked her.

The only time she seemed truly alive was when penetrated by a hard
cock. Human or animal made no difference. It transformed her into the
hottest fuck a man or dog could desire. She became a prize, given each
night to the slave who was judged to have done the best work for that
day. It improved the slaves' moral to such a degree that several were
eventually able to buy their freedom.

Despite being filled daily with a man's semen she never became
pregnant. Apparently she was sterile. It was just as well since any
child of hers would be branded with the stigma of her heresy.

Through careful planning, an enemy who threatened the very life
of Leche had been disposed of such that it would never again be
a concern, let alone a threat.

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Epilogue: The League

Leche settled down into a new stable order. Of course, there were
rumors of how the Duke has removed a dangerous threat so effectively.
How he had profited greatly thereby. How his enemy lay in his dungeon,
little more then an animal, with the blessing of the Church. These
rumors and the truth behind them vastly increased his power, prestige,
and influence.

Thereafter, none dared challenge him directly or by subterfuge.
Magnus, Maude, and Meg lived and prospered in Leche for many years.
The Duke of Leche became second in power to the King himself.

When the old King died unexpectedly, the Crown Prince was away on a
mission. There was contention between the King's other children for
the crown. It was only through the intervention of the Duke and
Duchess of Leche that the situation was kept stable until the Crown
Prince returned. The Crown Prince ascended the throne. He never forgot
his debt to Leche. Lady Maude was able to reconcile with her eldest
brother for all the years she had abused her siblings. Thereafter, she
became a frequent and welcome visitor at court.

Lord Magnus was never tempted to lay with "the heretic". He had his
hands full and greatly enjoyed his "duty" of keeping Ladies Maude and
Meg impregnated. They were very skilled at giving pleasure, receiving
pleasure, and both were genuine baby factories. If Magnus cast a few
spells to insure their health during difficult childbirth, no one
complained. Both women seemed prone to multiple births. Between them
they had 20 children over the next eight years.

Amazing in that day and age when many women died giving birth there
was not a single miscarriage between them. Was it the health of the
women, the happiness of their family life, some discreetly cast
spells, or all of the above?

Both women were deeply devoted to their Lord and Master. The intensity
of their love was not a result of magic. They knew how he protected
them, cared for them, and provided for them and their children. He had
taken each from unhappiness and given them friendship, passion,
position, property, security, children, respect, honor, and his own
undying love. If called upon to do so, he would die for them, as they
would for him.

In the years to come, Maude and Meg realized that their many healthy
children had made them models for a new trend. More noble women each
year were deciding to nurse their own newborns. These women often
visited Castle Leche to learn how to breast-feed with grace and
dignity.

At one point the Queen of France who wished to learn their secrets
visited them. Meg and Maude gladly shared their knowledge explaining
that this "womanly art" was not at all a secret. Rather they would
happily share with any woman who wished to know the joys of nursing
her own offspring.

The French Queen was so impressed that on her return to her own
country she issued a royal decree. It declared the creation of the
creation of the "La Leche League", named in honor of the Duchess of
Leche. In Spanish, a literal translation is "the milk league". The
league has continued to promote the joys and benefits of the "womanly
art" of breast-feeding around the globe to this very day.

Ladies Maude and Meg would have approved.