Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a young prince who loved pretty little girls. The prince was now approaching his twentieth birthday, and the King desperately wanted him to get married. The King feared he would soon have to leave for war leaving the kingdom at his son's hands, so it was best that he was married. But the young man did not like any of the girls his father introduced him to, for they were much too old. Instead, he asked his father if he could marry his little sister, who was then only ten years old. The King was furious, but was not blind to what underlie his son's inquiry, so he sent his young beautiful daughter to a convent in that very same week.

The Queen, a very understanding mother, went to console her son. He was crying on his bed when she came in the room. She immediately took her large full breast out of her corset and fed it to her son like she always did.

"Now, don't worry my little boy. We will bring Samantha back when your father goes away to war. He just doesn't understand. He feared you would take her maidenhead."

"But mom, you know I already..."

"Shhhhhh...don't you know these walls have ears? Your father still wants to marry her for the benefit of the kingdom."

"But you said she was mine! Ever since she was born..."

The young man took her nipple in his mouth again. It was true. The Queen loved her little boy more than anything in the world, so when her baby girl was born, in the secrecy of those same chambers, she had gifted her to the young lad. She taught him how to suck and lick and kiss her tinny private parts; she showed him how beautiful it was to have a baby girl suck his small, still immature cock. As time passed, she taught him to stick his fingers up her little cunt and asshole, preparing them for full penetration in years to come. The little princess was his doll, and she grew up drinking his royal cum under the supervision of their mother, who trained the girl to be as submissive as a little puppy.

All that went on without the King's consent or knowledge, for if he had known about these practices, he would have banned the Queen and the prince forever. You see, the Queen came from a long lineage of pagans, and the Christian conversions had not entered any of their hearts. She truly believed that the little girls in the family should serve their fathers and brothers from birth, like it had always been. Like she herself had done. But the Christian ways dictated otherwise. It dictated that you worshiped just one God and that you did so inside a church. It forbade the worshipping or even the belief in the triple Goddess. And what was worse, it banned sex between family members. In addition, the Christian held that a girl could not be married before the age of 12. TWELVE! Her older sister had been given away in marriage at the age of 9 and in her mind it was the way things should be. She herself had been married off with the king at age 11, to seal an alliance between the old ways and the new ways.

The Queen's father was not happy about that, but since the old people were outnumbered, he had to compromise and fake surrender, by giving his daughter away to the men who would become king soon. There was no way of fighting any longer, so the old ways were swept under the rugs, being practiced in the silence of many homes, but frowned upon by society as a whole. When the King married the Queen, however, he did not touch her for a year, staying true to the beliefs he upheld. She knew then she could never trust him with her rituals and practices.

However, she had vowed to not let traditions die and pass on to her children all she knew, even if in secret. Her daughter had been raised to serve her brother and future King and she secretly hoped she could marry them both to each other, bringing the old ways out from obscurity. Now, with the King sending her to a convent, there was no telling what would happen next. Her first duty was to console her son, and reassure him everything would be all right. As he nursed away on her breast, she would come up with a plan.

If he was to marry, she wanted to make sure he married someone true to the old ways and who could give him many children, beautiful girls and boys to use at will. Oh, she missed so much having young children around. With the king dead they would be able to run naked through the castle exposing asses and cunts and cock, exploring each other's sexuality. That was the first thing then, the king must die.

Much to his discomfort, the Prince agreed to look for a bride, so long as she was aged twelve, not a day older. All the beautiful girls in the village were brought before the king, who chose a maiden of his liking for her fair skin and beautiful raven hair. When he went to ask her parents for her hand, however, he met her younger sister, a girl of nine, who much resembled his own lost sibling, and he asked her parents for her hand instead. The parents agreed, for they too belonged to the old ways, but they had to create a farse, for under the Kings rule, she was much too young to marry. So a fake wedding was arranged at church with the older sister, and later a true ceremony was celebrated in the forest with his child bride. She was brought naked to a clearing in the forest. Her father held her in his arms and went to each one of the elders in the circle, offering them a taste of her virgin pussy. One by one the elders tasted the little girls juices, confirming her virginity and youth, warming her up for what would come next. She was then laid down on a bear skin spread just beside the large bonfire, with her legs spread wide for everyone to see. Each of the guests were invited to finger her cunt, and so they did. The Prince watched as twenty two people fingered his child bride, while her youngest sister, a girl of only 5, sucked his cock intensely.

When he was harder than a rock, he made his way through the crowd, and descended upon the small child. He was not gentle and he did not take his time. He abruptly and savagely sunk his cock inside her well lubed pussy with one single thrust. She screamed as he stabbed her with his dick, taking away what was left of her hymen with one swift motion. The crowd cheered at the making of his child Queen. The participants of the ceremony were all naked now, and engaged in sexual activities with each other at will, celebrating the life-long engagement. The Prince came inside her immature cunt and his subjects screamed in ecstasy. Before the night was over, each and every one of the guests took their turns fucking the little child bride, in a true testimony of their faithfulness to the kingdom to come. The now Princess was then taken to the castle unconscious where she was cared for by her mother in law. Her name was Gwenwiffer and she was soon the become Queen.

Meanwhile, the older sister who had married the Prince before the eyes of the whole kingdom was also living in the castle. The Prince would sometimes have her, but he mostly relished in watching her being used by other men. He frequently tied her up naked to a frame he had had made especially for that purpose and he invited friends and family to rape her repeatedly. He loved to hear her scream while being fucked by two or three men at the same time, their cocks pumping in and out of her 12 year old body, as his true bride, his 9 year old Gwenwiffer sucked away at his cock. It did not take long for the official wife to become pregnant, although the paternity of the child would be very hard to determine in those days.

The Queen mother was uneasy about this. She was hoping Gwenwiffer would be able to replace her sister before that happened. On top of that, the prince grew very cranky for he could no longer satisfy his sadistic desires on her body. The pregnancy was kept a secret, and the official princess-queen was locked away in a tower. The people were told their Princess-Queen was very sick and had to remain indoors for time undetermined. While locked away, she dared to dream about a changed life after the baby was born, one in which the Prince would love her and care for her as he did for her little sister.

But life takes unexpected turns. The King father never returned from war and news of his death in the battle field filled the streets. The Queen mother saw an opportunity to bring their situation out on the open and to bring her daughter back from her long exile in the convent.