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Suddenly, everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking that St. Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a Roman slave.

I opened my eyes.

I stood in this medieval town outside some castle gates. I looked down. I was a poor girl around 10 years old. Before me stood this girl that looked identical to me. She had a Beautiful dress on, and it was obvious that she was a princess.

She told me to trade clothes with her. My memory of who I really was slowly disappeared and I remembered that I was a poor girl and met the princess. She wanted to go out and meet her kingdom. I remember the deal that we made; I would be a princess for a week.

We quickly changed clothes and the nice dress she had on was totally different that the piece of dirty cloth that I had on. The dress was so smooth and clean. It felt nice against my skin. I felt sorry for her and didn’t understand why she wanted to put my clothes on and see what poor people do. She told me that she would meet me here in a week’s time at the same time.

I rushed into the castles garden. Think that everything was so clean and there was so much space without the smells and dirt that was in the streets where I came from. I went around smelling flowers and looking at the butterflies. I couldn’t believe it - this place was like heaven.

Then someone tugged at my clothes. She was shouting and asking where I have been. I didn’t have a clue who she was. I just could see that she was a plump woman and had an apron on. She must have been my nanny or something like that.

She dragged me in the castle to what appeared to be the biggest room that I ever seen. She started mumbling things as she took of my clothes.

Then she started washing my body. Her hands were a bit rough as she washed everywhere mumbling all the time. When she touched my pussy, I moaned a bit as she rubbed my pussy. It was like a lightening jolt went through me. The Nanny noticed this and said, “Aye my little princess, Even though you do not have any hair and are flat as a boy, your skin is so soft and as white as snow. Your long red hair is the envy of many. You are a little princess slut, and men would love to play with you. You must be clean when you go to the king. You see my flower, one day you will be married off to a prince in another country. This will help our country have a powerful ally. Being a princess is no more than being a national whore.”

I was red in my face, as she was talking rude to me. Did the real princess have to listen to this every day? Then she would believe it at the end. I knew what a whore was. They were those women in pubs that had sex for a few coins. I was not old enough for that. Come to think of it, I knew that they had sex, but I didn’t know what it was. I felt very stupid about this, but was afraid to ask. What if the real princess already knew? She must have known because she has all the nice clothes and people to tell her. I just let this maid talk and mutter as she washed me. She spent a lot of time doing my hair. They wanted my hair to look soft and shiny and smelling good. I was thinking that when I was home, I would just get out of bed, and throw on my old dirty dress and threw water on my hair. That took 10 minutes. When a princess had to get up, it took an hour.

After my hair they put my clothes on. I saw inside the wardrobe and never seen so many lovely clothes than I did there. It would be so fun to spend hours trying them all on. But I didn’t even get a chance for that. They picked out this white dress that was simple. It was fluffy around the sleeves and at the bottom. There were some ribbons in the sleeves and bottom and around my stomach.

I wondered why they didn’t put any undergarments on me or tights. I looked into the mirror, and I could see that the dress was very thin. You could see my nipples through the dress and you could nearly see my pussy if you looked very close.

“Can I not have another dress on?” I asked my nanny.

“Why?”

“Well look. You can see through it.”

“Why are you turning red? His Majesty demanded that you wear this dress. He said it is very important.”

“It just doesn’t feel proper. It feels nasty. It feels sinful”

“A princess does not sin when she works for the nation or God.  It might mean that you have to dress so people can see your treasures, but it is in service of your country”

I didn’t know what to say. Was I expected to go through court with this dress on? People will know who I was, and they would think I was cheap and a slut for wearing these clothes. They would wonder why I didn’t wear one of my pretty dresses. This was so embarrassing.

I walked through the cold castle halls. The people we seen along the way would bow. I could see the men’s eyes silently look up. I knew what they were looking at. They were looking at my pussy. I could just have well gone through the halls with no clothes on. I felt like I was a slut, a sinner for showing my body like this. I felt like their eyes were glued to me. They were looking at my body and didn’t care if I was a princess or not.

We entered the king’s room. He was an old man with a huge white beard; He was laying in his bed with a sheet around his privates. He had a glass of wine in his hands while telling the others to leave him and me alone. I could see the Queen look at him with a pleading look. She was ordered to go out. I wondered why she was pleading. When she went out, she looked at me in a funny way. Did she know that I was not her real daughter?

The King asked me to come and lay on his bed. He had a very deep voice. I was a bit afraid speaking with him. He was so big and fat. It was obvious that he did not starve like my family often did.

“My dear girl….” He started, “I see that you are dressed with your nice summer dress. You are big enough to start serving your country.”

“Everyone is saying I have to serve my country. What does that mean?”

“You were born a princess. You cannot be the king. That will be your brother. You cannot be a knight as you are a girl. You cannot be an advisor or run the country as you are a woman, but look at you. You have a sexy body. Many men like girls that do not have tits or does not have hair on your pussy. Your face and hair is like an angel. You can serve your country and your king by giving your body. This will mean you will offer your body to our allies and people we want on our side.”

“Do you mean sex?”

“What do you know about sex?”

“Nothing except when a man and woman are together.”

“What do they do?”

“I am ashamed to say I don’t know.” My heart was skipping now. What if he told the real princess? Why couldn’t he talk about other things….Like how the flowers are pretty in the garden, or if I had enough toys? Not talking about my body and sex. It was too embarrassing.

He whispered that he would teach me what I need to know. Then he lifted my dress off me and put me on the bed. It felt so cold. I looked at the bedposts. It must have been hours to carve the lions and other things that were there. I would hate to sleep in this bed and wake up and look at the tigers staring down at me and wanting to eat me.

This couldn’t keep my mind off the fact that his hands were crawling up and down my chest. His hands were hard so big. I didn’t understand why he was doing this. Was he trying to make me feel good or what? It felt a bit creepy.

He was starting paying attention to my nipples. When he twisted them it hurt and a pain went through my body. When he licked them with his tongue, it felt nice and I held my breath so I wouldn’t moan. It was a strange feeling. It felt nice, but it also felt wet and wrong. Deep in my heart I didn’t want the king, who was supposed to be my father to do this.

Then he started circling his finger around my pussy. I couldn’t stop it now, but I had to moan. I didn’t want him to do it. I felt that it was disgusting, but my body was cheating me.

He was feeling my clit and must have thought that I liked it because he continued and called me names like slut, royal whore and sexy girl. I felt funny when he was fingering me and calling me these names. It was like I was no longer myself, and I was expected to surrender my body to him. He spent his time feeling my pussy and his finger went more and more in, as if it was like exploring a cave, my mind was spinning with different feelings and confusion. Why did I ever agree to trade with the princess? I bet she wasn’t being molested where she was.

The king stopped and even though he was breathing heavy and his finger was still going in my pussy explained, “ We need you know to do something for your country. The Church and the government have disagreed on several points, and I cannot afford to have the Pope speak against me. It will give our allies an excuse to hurt us. I have spoken with the Cardinal, and he agreed he would speak to the Pope. He wants to teach you religion. Do you understand?”

“Will he play with me like you played with me now?”

“No. He is a man of God. If he did that, then we would have the extra ammunition that we could use against the Church. He will just teach you about the Bible and religious things.”

“That’s fine father. I love listening to stories in the Bible.”

After he did that, he took the cloth from his privates and showed me his big cock. It looked like a huge log. It was throbbing a bit. He told me it was time that I learnt how to pleasure a man. I looked at him confused. What did he mean please a man, and how was I to please a man by looking at that thing?

He laughed when he seen how confused I was, and said that I was to lick it. It was to go in my mouth. When he said this, I felt my breakfast coming up. Did he want me to suck that thing, where he peed? The problem was that even though I traded with the princess; I couldn’t see the king as my father. He was the king that had to be obeyed.

I was shaking a bit as I lowered my mouth to his cock. I could see it was wet at the top. This made me gulp in disgust. I licked the top of his cock, and it was a bit salty but didn’t taste of much. Then I could hear him moan. This encouraged me to put more of his dick in my mouth. I could feel how big it was. It felt a bit strange. Like there was some skin outside a bone. I quickly learned to hide my teeth, as he didn’t like that. I concentrated on moving my mouth in and out. It was a bit hard as saliva kept coming out of my mouth. The King liked it; He was groaning and calling me a good cocksucker. I thought it was hard having that thing in my mouth, and didn’t know when it would be enough. I tried pulling out once but he pulled me by the back of my head and pushed me back.

A few minutes went, and then I could hear that he nearly stopped breathing and he suddenly stopped. Then it felt like his cock exploded. Thick piss that was very thick and salty exploded in my mouth. I choked on it and felt like vomiting when some of it went down my throat. The thought that it was in my stomach combined with the fact that there was so much of it and his cock was so big made me want to vomit. I pulled out and spit it out while I was coughing.

I quickly put on my dress, and was escorted to the Cardinals office. He was sitting on his chair. He was wearing all these robes that were red and looked so lovely. He told me to sit on a chair.

“Your highness looks different.”

“Do I? How?”

“I don’t know. Your hair has grown a lot since I saw you a few days ago and your face looks a bit thinner.”

I started to sweat. Did he know that I really was not the princess? I never thought that my hair was longer than hers. But he was right.

“Your lips look different to" He continued, “It’s like you had something in them that you liked. It doesn’t matter. I like your dress. I can see that it shows you are still a young girl, but a pretty girl. What do you think, should we talk about the Church and what is good and wrong?”

I was sitting on the edge of my chair. Did the Cardinal just flirt with me? I couldn’t believe it. I calmed down as he started talking about the 10 commandments and what God says we should do and not should do. It said that we should honour our parents that made me feel a bit better. Even if I didn’t want him to play with me and be a cocksucker, I did what the commandments told me to. I honoured what he told me to do. So it couldn’t be all that bad.

That night, I didn’t sleep so well. I was twisting and turning around in bed thinking of what the king has done with me. I was also thinking what the real princess was doing. Did my parents know that she wasn’t me? Was she starving?  Did she enjoy being poor. Would it help her to be a better princess?

The next day, it was time to get my religious instructions. I was escorted to the cardinal. I was wearing a new dress. This dress was like an old Greek dress. It was plain and was held by some ribbons over my shoulder. When would I be able to wear the pretty dresses? The guard told me that the cardinal would meet me in his chambers today. This was strange, but I just nodded my head.

When we got there he told the others to leave us alone. He was not as friendly as he was yesterday. He was not wearing his lovely clothes, but a huge robe.  He told me to take off my dress. I looked at him confused. I was not wearing anything under this dress.

Then I could see that his face got red. “Listen, Last night I listened to you. Yes you were sleep talking. I know that you are not the real princess. This means that you will do as I say from now on.”

I tried to open my mouth not knowing if I should deny or explain

But he told me to shut up and continued, “So I sent my secret police out. Unfortunately I have bad news for you. Your family was killed in some robbery. The princess escaped and no one knows where she is. This means you have to be the princess for life. The thing is that now you are mine. I need your body to achieve something. You will give birth to my son that will be the future king.”

My emotions were building up in me. I felt like crying, screaming and fainting. “You killed my family!”

“It’s a case of National security. You should have thought about that when you played this trick on the king. If he finds out, he will kill you and all your friends and what family you have left.”

“Even if I have your baby, he won’t be king. The Prince will be the king”

“You mean your brother? He is sick and he won’t last as a king that long. Then you will be next in line and then your child. Enough said. Now take off that dress”

I took off my dress and let it slide to the floor. I was standing before him a naked as God had created me. I didn’t know how he would put a baby in me. To be honest, I was scared. Everything he said and the fact that he killed my family…..

I didn’t have enough time to think about my parents. The Cardinal pushed me on his huge bed. Imagine that one man needed such a big bed to sleep in! The bed was so soft, that I could feel myself sinking in the bed. He tore of his robe. My eyes were glued to his cock that was standing up.

He was on top of me and started kissing me. His long slippery tongue entered my mouth and starting moving it inside. It was like he was wrestling with my tongue. I think my eyes must have looked wide as it was hard to breathe with his tongue in there. I was also afraid that I would be squashed as he was on top of me. He was not that fat but he was big. As he was kissing me his hands were squeezing my nipples and twisting them a bit. This didn’t help me to stop crying. Did he want me to cry?

He moved his head down towards my nipples and started licking them. I looked at the window and could hear a bird singing. Was the princess Ok? Where was she? Was she---

Ouch, his finger jammed up my pussy. I didn’t expect that. The Cardinal was acting like he was an animal. I shouted and begged him to stop. He was breathing too hard and told me he waited many years to do this with the real princess. Now he could do it with me and get away with it. If I ever became queen, I would cut his head off. I hated him.

Without asking, he lifted my legs up and started licking my pussy. I gasped as I felt his tongue touch my private place. It actually felt food. It was like I was in heaven. My body made me shake and moan. The tears going out of my eyes and the sorrow I felt over my parents made me sad that it wasn’t someone that I loved. His evil wet tongue was feeling in all the sensitive places, and making electricity go through my body. I closed my eyes and thought that it was angels giving me this pleasure.

Then it stopped. I heard myself say no and begging him to continue. This made him laugh and said I am a true slut. He lifted my legs over my shoulders and moved closer. Then I screamed in pain as I felt something enter me. It felt like a huge knife was tearing me open.  I screamed in pain as he grunted and told me that I was so tight, that I was nearly cutting his cock off. I could hardly hear him as I tried kicking with my legs and hitting with my arms. His cock plunged its way into me, and then he took it out again. He just held my hands down and continued fucking me, saying that I was no longer a virgin. The Church has now owns my soul and my body.

After a few minutes my pussy got used to the cock going in and out. The pain didn’t get worse, neither did it go away. After a while, I felt something squirt in me. It was his babies coming in me. He called it his holy sperm. I called it something else that I won’t write here.

After that things went black. I think I fainted from the pain and experience of getting raped. Some monks carried me back to my room where I slept most of the day. My nanny waked me. She was washing my pussy. I could see there was some blood on the clothes and I could even see some tears from her eyes.

“I have raised you like you were my own daughter” She said, “You look so different in the last two days. I can’t say why it is. I have prepared you for this day since you were born. It saddened me saying you would be a whore to the nation and a slut. I dreaded that this day would come. The pain you felt in your body is the pain that I felt in my heart and will always feel.”

I got up the next day. This time I was in a pretty dress. I smiled about that. When I looked in the mirror I looked at my stomach. Did it look bigger? Was there a baby inside it? Nanny must have seen me and then she laughed. She told me I was not fully a woman yet and it would be a few years until I was ready to be a woman. I was confused. If it was a few years until I could have a baby, why was he starting now?

After all my lessons in Latin and how to be a lady, I walked around the castle gardens. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I walked close to the place where I met the princess, but there was a guard there. The Cardinal must have put him there to stop us from meeting each other.

I just went around and started smelling flowers looking at birds and things. Then this older girl shocked me. I recognized her as the princess’s cousin.

“Nice dress you are wearing today” She said

“Thanks”

“It’s much better than the slutty dresses you have been wearing the last two days.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone could see that you were not wearing undergarments. We could all see your flat, flat boobs and you hairless slit. Everyone was calling you slut. What, did you want all the men after you, or maybe you wanted me!”

My eyes opened as she dragged me into some bushes. Then she lifted my dress and started feeling my pussy. There sure were a lot of people that wanted to feel it over the last few days. Her touch was different. It was soft and more with love. Maybe it was because she was not forcing me. Maybe it was because she was nearly my age. But I let her feel and even spread my legs.

She smiled and said I was a lezzy. I blushed and put my arms around her. My legs were getting weak. Without thinking about it, I gave her a kiss on the lips. Not that rude kiss that the cardinal gave me. I just kissed her lips and moaned as she starting feeling me.

Then she lowered her dress to one side so I could see her tit that hung out. She was not that much older than me. She pushed my head on her tit and I started sucking. I felt like a little baby and the pains and humiliation that I felt during the last few days disappeared. Her tit was so soft and so comfortable. I could have stayed there all day sucking it.

She grew weak and fell to the ground. I lifted her dress up as she commanded me to lick her pussy. I thought it sounded disgusting. But it couldn’t be more disgusting than sucking a man’s cock.

I started licking it. I would lick it upwards in one stroke then we would both giggle. I continued and we both became hornier as I just licked and licked. I tried pushing my tongue more and more in. It was like a treasure place. I couldn’t get enough of her juices. She kept calling me lezbo, and I started believing that I was.

After some time we both collapsed in each other’s arms.

Then she started speaking, “I was standing outside the door when the cardinal raped you. He said you were really not the princess. No I know that’s true, as I often tried doing this with the princess but she would never do it.”

“I can explain”

“No. I love you and I love the princess. After you went, I heard the cardinal tell some soldier to find the real princess and kill her. We have to do something about it”

“I will tell the King and the Queen the truth”

“No. The cardinal has them drugged. They are just vegetables now. The King is in bed all day abusing little girls and boys and the Queen does not even know who she is. Why do you think that she did not even notice that you were her own daughter?”

“Then we have to find the princess and save her”

“It’s not safe for you or for her. You have to escape and find her. Then you have to go to Scotland and the court there will take care of you”

After that, the cousin showed me a secret tunnel out of the castle. I was now in the streets. I walked and walked until I came to my own neighbourhood. Every time I seen a soldier or a monk, I hid.

At last I saw this girl sitting in a corner. She looked very dirty and sad. I rushed to her. It was the princess. She didn’t even say a word. I started crying and said that we must clean her up. I helped her to the river where I washed her and made her look like a princess again. We changed clothes and it was like she was herself again

“I thought I would never see you again” She said, “When I came out as an ordinary girl, it was so fun. I learned a lot about how people suffer and what makes them happy. Then one day these men came into your home. You parents and family were killed. I was on my way home from the market and could see it and hear the screams. I am so sorry I didn’t help them. I ran and ran.

After a few days, I was starving. Then this man said he would give me money if I sucked his cock. I said no, I was really a princess. He just laughed. If I wanted to eat, I would have to suck him and many others. That’s what I have become. I have become a child whore. I swear when I tell father, such things will be outlawed.”

I told her that her father abused me and the cardinal wanted to have my baby and the castle was no longer what she thought it was. The cardinal was in control of everything.

Just as I finished, some monks grabbed us. We were screaming as we were taken back to the castle to the Cardinals room

He looked at us, amazed at how much we looked alike.

“So now we have two princesses. That is one too much. This is what will happen to you. The pauper princess will remain as princess, and she will give birth to my son that will be the next king. As for you, my real princess, you will be sent to a convent far away. It is a special convent that services many rich men. It helps the Church get some money.”

I could see that he was going to fuck me again. All hope was gone.

My memory came back. I remembered, as I was a paedophile sent to experience the abused children by St Peter.

Ok St Peter. Now I know that sexual abuse is about power. It is not the child’s choice. Take me out of her. I have learned my lesson

Suddenly, everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking That Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a Royal Whore, and I was back in through this time tunnel.

I opened my eyes.

It was 1699. I was in a small village. I could feel the heat. I looked down and could see I was a 10-year-old girl. I was being burnt. They were saying I was a witch. But how did I get here?