Princess and the Mage, Part 1: The Shrew
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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 reveled 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 ratted him out to her father. He punished her brother by giving him 6 hours of backbreaking ploughing in the fields.

He found he 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 require 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. Disobediance 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.

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, reveling the naked, trembling flesh beneath. Then it would become infinitely worse. He'd touch her most intimately forcing her to respond with pitious 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 give 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. She felt exhausted as if she had not slept all night. Her thoughts were filled with the erotic dreams she had endured all night. 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. She couple would lay together every day and night for a month. Only if she conceived would the joining ceremony would 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...", interrupted the Princess. Meg explained how the pain of losing ones maidenhood may be followed by the sweetest bliss, but most men were so impatient that many woman 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 her cleavage. 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 any 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 if 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 lusts.

Meg continued to speak of how a woman man 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.

Will the Princess escape the nefarious plot?
or will she succumb to the powerful magic?
To find out see:
Part 2: The Lake

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