Author's Note
This is a story I wrote a few years ago and thought I had lost it. For those of you who read and commented on "Jasmine and Julie", this is to help tide you over until the next part of that story is ready. This story isn't quite as polished or believable and it set in a world something similar to that of Anne Rice's Beauty series. It is a play on the fairytale "The Prince and the Pauper" but with a BDSM slant. I hope you enjoy this story and any feedback or ideas are always appreciated at artemisokeefe@gmail.com.
The Princess and the Prostitute
Heat radiated off his skin as his lips pressed hard into hers as she kissed him back letting her tongue tease around his invading tongue. Her legs wrapped around his naked ass pulling the hot, sweat-slicked skin closer to her own trembling naked body. He thrust hard into her again bringing a gasp to her lips as she clawed her fingernails down his smooth, well-muscled back.
She groaned as he pumped faster and harder in and out of her, his groans matching hers. His mouth, hot and wet, pulled away from hers and moved down her body to her perfect, creamy mounds topped with delicious red nubs. His teeth grazing over her breasts brought another moan to her lips. She dug her fingernails deeper into his smooth skin, just as his tongue swirled over the tip of one perfect nipple.
Her legs pulled him closer making him thrust harder and deeper into her, pressing more of his weight down onto her. His mouth pulled on her hard nipples arching her body into his, pressing her clit against his body, sending shocks of pleasure through her core. The cool night air made her wet nipple ache, as his mouth pulled away from it and move to its yet untouched twin. A gasp was torn from her throat and her nails drove deeper into the smooth perfection of his back.
He was so close, she could feel his body tense as his thrusts began to grow stronger and more erratic slamming his body against her sensitive, throbbing clit, making stars flash before her eyes. Her mouth found his neck and began to kiss, suck, and bite. With a cry of pleasure, he slammed his body against hers, going rigid from head to toe exploding deep into her tight and grasping pussy.
His body went limp against hers and her breast slipped from his mouth, as he breathed in ragged gasps of exhausted pleasure. She pulled away from his neck, the bright red marks left by her mouth and teeth stood out against the lightly tanned skin of his neck. She breathed in deep, taking in the smell of his sweat and their sex, as her legs untwined from his body and fell back on the cool, silk sheets beneath her. She could feel his shaft grow soft inside her, though her muscles still grasped and pulled at it with an inner need.
Her body continued to want, aching for the same release that he had just had, but she could tell by the exhausted even rhythm of his breathing that he would soon be asleep and she, once again, would be left unsatisfied. "That was wonderful," she murmured quietly as her fingers stroked delicately through the sweat-soaked hair plastered to his forehead.
"You are truly magnificent, my dear," he said as he rolled off her body on to the wide expanse of silken sheets. "I am blessed to have such a beauty as my wife and princess. There is no luckier man in the kingdom than I." His words were tired, but said with genuine emotion as he looked into her eyes, his hands matching her motions with his fingers in her hair.
"And I am equally as blessed to have such a handsome and strong prince as my husband." Her words were automatic and said with a hollowness that he never seemed to notice.
"Good night, my love," he said leaning in giving her a delicate kiss on her cheek. "I shall dream of you and the many years of joy we still have awaiting us."
"And my dreams will be of you, and our kingdom," she returned his delicate kiss and brushed the last of the hair from his forehead, "and how our joy and love will spread throughout the land bringing prosperity to its every corner." The prince smiled at her one last time with a look of true love in his eyes before turning on his side and quickly falling asleep.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she looked at the sculpted skin of his back. The red marks of her nails stood out boldly against the pink flesh. Even in his sleep, she could see the bulge of his muscles under the skin, his body seemed carved by the gods themselves, but it was not what she wanted.
The princess knew she should feel lucky; she lived a life of luxury and wanted for nothing. Her husband was kind wise, handsome, loving, and strong, and everything else any princess, or for that matter, any other girl could want. But deep inside, she was unhappy and wanted something so different than he could ever offer. With one hand, she pulled the silk of the sheets up her body as the other traced down her hot, sweaty body to her wanting slit. Her fingers caressed around her hard bud, as one of the many fantasies that filled the dark corners of her mind came readily to the front.
In her mind's eye, she was a slave, taken against her will and used by her owners however they liked. They bound her and whipped her, before using her again and again, their depravity making her cum time after time. Not a princess, and as far from luxury as possible. In her fantasies she slept on the hard ground, bound under the pretense of keeping her from escape. But in reality because it was how her owners liked to see her. She had to beg her masters for food, performing the most wanton tasks just to earn her daily meals.
Her breathing became low, quiet gasps as she once again imagined being bound and spanked before an audience. Her body on display for them all to see as the wicked spanking made her more and more aroused, before exploding in orgasm in front of them, and hearing their laughter and rude comments about how much of a harlot she must be to enjoy such treatment. She tensed and exploded in her own private orgasm, shaking from head to toe next to the lightly snoring body of her prince.
It had been a pleasant orgasm, but nothing like what some of her fantasies had brought on in the past. Mere thoughts of being used were no longer exciting as they used to be, and she yearned for more in body, mind, and soul. With a final sigh, she turned on her side letting her eyes rest on the perfection of her husband's back, the red marks of her fingers still glowing, imaging the marks her upon her instead. With one final unsatisfied sigh, she drifted off to sleep.
The princess sat in a quiet alcove of the palace on a small bench with a window over looking her private gardens below. It was her favorite place in the palace to sit. Hidden behind an odd corner, the alcove and its window often went unnoticed by those passing by, and it was here that she could sit and read those stolen packets of stories in peace and without fear of being caught.
Years earlier, she had stolen her first piece of parchment from one of the servants. At the time, she had only been curious to find out what the woman had been so hastily trying to hide from her when she had entered the room. The story had been a simple one of a young knight and a peasant girl, but it had been the beginning of the princess' sexual awakening. The language had been crude and vulgar and lacked much in structure, but the ideas and words had opened her eyes to those wants and desires she hadn't even known she'd had until then.
As time passed, the princess had become skilled in pilfering from the various servants and knew what kinds of stories each was likely to have. She found it amazing how it seemed like every week they always seemed to have a new story hidden on their persons, and there were always new ideas, new things she had never dreamt of, filling the pages. It made her wonder more and more what life was like outside the safe and secure world of the nobility of the palace. Were the stories based on reality, or like her, did the servants read the stories out the need of their own secret unfulfilled desires?
She had taken the current story from the pocket of one of the stable hands after her morning ride as he had led her horse back into the stable. She craved his stories above most others, as they were filled with women being bound and used by many men repeatedly. There was no formal court that day, which is why she had chosen to read his story, which would have her distracted and daydreaming for the rest of the day, and she could already feel herself being whisked away becoming the girl in the story.
"So what makes this show so special?" The hushed voice of one of the palace guards came to her ears, as she slipped the story beneath the padding of the seat just in case.
"What makes it special? How can you ask such a thing? I've told you." The voice of the second guard seemed almost stunned at his friend's reaction.
"So the girl is bound and whipped on stage. I've seen it before. They whimper, cry, and just as the show gets good, they're led off stage, and the dancers return. What difference does it make what she looks like?"
"I've told you this show is longer. The girl takes so much more of a swatting than any girl I've seen before. And what does it matter what she looks like?" the voice was in near total disbelief. "I told you she looks just like the?"
The princess strained her ears to hear more of the conversation as the two men turned another corner and moved out of range. A show? A girl being whipped? She couldn't believe her ears. It couldn't be true, but somehow she had to find out more.
She moved to follow the guards, but they were out of sight before she could find them again. Her mind raced with new possibilities, but she wasn't sure what to do. Taking a few deep breaths, the princess calmed herself and tried to clear her mind of the racing thoughts. If what she had heard was true, then surely the pair of guards were not the only two who had heard of the show. There must be others, and what one servant knew, they all knew as their gossip spread like an uncontrolled fire. She would just keep her ears open, and stay out of sight when she could. Eventually, one of them would say something while she was listening.
"Good night, my love," the prince said leaning in giving her a delicate kiss on her cheek. "I shall dream of you and the many years of joy we still have awaiting us."
"And my dreams will be of you, and our kingdom," she replied kissing him just as gently back as she brushed the last of his hair from his forehead, "and how our joy and love will spread throughout the land bringing prosperity to its every corner." He smiled at her one last time with a look of true love in his eyes before turning on his side and quickly falling asleep.
The princess was once again lying on her back frustrated and unsatisfied. After two weeks of quietly following around the servants and eavesdropping every chance she could get, she still hadn't found out much more about the show than the name of the tavern where it took place. The servants talked about the show. They talked about it so much it seemed like now they gossiped about little else, but the identity of the girl remained hidden. She had made a decision though, and soon it would be time to act on it.
It wasn't much longer until, the sound of her prince's breathing took a deeper tone to it, and she knew that he would not wake easily. She silently slipped out of the silk sheets and padded across the floor to her closet. A set of older and worn riding clothes that she had never disposed of was waiting and she dressed quickly in the moonlight. It was a chancy choice she was making. Her room held a passage out of the palace, but she wasn't sure if the other side was guarded, or how well she would be able to follow the directions to the tavern where the show took place. If it was guarded, or she got lost in the city, then she wouldn't know what to do. How would she explain why she was out of the palace so late at night? How would she explain her presence in such a low neighborhood? There was so much risk in the plan, but she couldn't stand not knowing any longer.
With a final look at the sleeping body of her beautiful husband and prince, she closed the door to her closet and grabbed a heavy, dark, hooded cloak she had taken from the stables. She pressed a button unlocking a hidden door at the back of the dressing room. The door opened with a slight creak, and she picked up a lantern she'd placed there earlier in the day. She kept the lamp light low as she skirted through the tunnel making her way down stairs and around corners, grateful the path was a single passage otherwise she would have been lost in a maze.
After what seemed like hours, but could have only been minutes, she came to a set of stairs leading up to a barred wooden door. She had been told when she was younger, that the passage served as a secret way out of the palace should it ever be overwhelmed. It led to what looked like any other garden wall door on one of the nearby noble homes. Even the family owning the home did not know where the door led, thinking it was just an old door that had been walled over generations earlier. Only the royal family knew of the door, not even her husband knew of it, so she hoped the secret path was safe and unguarded.
"It's too late to turn back now," she said with a quiet whisper to herself, "I just pray no one is watching." She held her breath as she slid the large oak beam out of place, and grabbed the brass key from a hook near the entryway. With a creak of protest, the door grudgingly pulled open to the dark night sky.
The street was empty and the door was set far between two of the streetlights that lined the roads in the richer part of the city. With a final look to make sure no one was watching, the princess turned off the lamp leaving it in the passageway and pulled the door shut and locked it securely with the key. The cloak was large on her, and with the hood pulled over her head, no one would be able to tell who she was unless they got very, very close to her. A thrill shot through her as the realization that for the first time in her life she was on her own, anonymous, and vulnerable. It was an unexpected rush and made each step to the lower parts of the city an exciting adventure of its own.
It did not take long for her to find her way to the tavern. It was in a better part of town than she would have expected for a place that put on such wicked shows and there was a man outside calling to the passerbys, trying to lure them in for the show. The princess watched the display for a few more minutes as she gathered her nerve. This was not the only such tavern in the area and men were standing outside a few of the other doors calling out to the men and women enticing them to enter and see the show inside.
It was nearing midnight, which is when she had heard, the show she wanted to see began. The gossip had said there was a private side room where men of nobility watched the show privately without fear of discovery by the crowd, all it took was a silver piece to get you to a quiet side door.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves, as she willed herself out of the alley she'd been watching from, and across the street to the man who stood crying out to the people. She stopped a step away from the man; her hood pulled low over her head and extended a gloved hand to the man, holding a shining silver piece. He looked her up and down for a moment, before taking the piece with a quiet nod, used to the sight of the nobles coming to see this unique show, and leading her down another dark alley and a heavy wooden door. The turning of a key replied to a series of quick knocks by the man, and the door opening to a small, dimly lit, entryway.
"We have another special guest," the man said to a lean, well-dressed man on the other side of the door as he handed him the silver piece.
"Very good. Very good," The lean man said as he moved making way for her to enter. "We have one booth left and I'm sure you'll be pleased with the view."
The princess only nodded not trusting her voice and stepped into the dark interior. "I neither know, nor care, if this is your first visit to my tavern. I never ask names, I never remember faces of those who pass through this side door. Whether you are the king, or a mercenary with just a few extra coin, you are in excellent hands for the evening. The room is a silver, which you have paid, and for another silver, you shall receive any food or drink that you please. If you would like one of the ladies after the show, or to even join you in the booth during the show," he said the last part with a wink as he opened small door at the end of the narrow hall, "just ask and a price will be provided." She nodded again, still not trusting her voice to betray her and handed him another silver coin.
The owner motioned her into the small room and gave her a smile and nod as he pocketed the coin. "I'll send up a girl in a few moments with a tray and wine if you need anything else, just let her know." She nodded again and handed him a third silver piece. He smiled widely at the coin and closed the door as he left.
The princess let out the breath she'd nervously held and allowed herself to relax for the moment. She was in the tavern and secreted away in a quiet room away from the mass of the crowd. The room was small with a large comfortable chair next to a small table. The wall in front of the chair was open at an angle and she realized as she took a seat, that the design allowed her a clear view of the stage, without allowing those on the floor below to see into the room. Lights were set outside the room, so even if someone looked in from the stage, they wouldn't be able to see into the gloom within. The owner had been very careful in his design and the safety the room seemed to provide, helped her to relax even more.
Several girls were dancing on the stage at the moment as the crowd sang a raucous song along with the musicians playing in a corner of the stage. The girls were dressed in only a few veils and their movements revealed their bodies to the cheering appreciation of the crowd who tossed copper pieces onto the stage. She wetted her lips at the sight of the show below and shifted to a more comfortable position. The sight of the naked body of another person was a new experience for her and she felt desire grow inside her as she slipped her hand into her cloak and pressed against her slit through the pants.
"Here is your food and wine," a bright whispered voice said from behind her, making her jump and turn to see a young serving girl standing in the door. The princess felt her heart race in surprise as she looked at the girl and nodded to the table beside her.
The girl moved place the tray delicately on the table and stepped back looking once again at the princess, "If you need anything else, pull on that rope," she nodded to a rope leading down into the floor next to the table, "and someone will come right up." The princess nodded and handed the girl a copper piece.
"Thank you, Sir," the girl said with a smile, "I'll leave you be as the show is about to begin. Remember if you need anything, just give the rope a pull." With her final words, the girl nodded again and stepped out the door closing it as quietly behind her as she had entered.
The princess poured herself a glass of the wine nervously as she turned her attention back to the stage, where the dancing girls had left and two men were setting up a large frame on the stage. The owner stepped onto the stage and the audience quieted as all eyes moved to him. "Welcome ladies and gentlemen. We have come to the time of the evening that you've all been waiting for. For many of you, this will not be your first time seeing our show," applause and catcalls were scattered across the floor, "but for others, this will be your first time."
His voice carried an almost solemn tone as he continued. "Tonight's performance will be something special. Many of you have seen our dear lady bound or tied to a post, but tonight she will be suspended and left hanging by her wrists. While she is suspended, not one, but two of our whippers will stripe her body from shoulders to ankles." The crowd murmured in excitement, as the princess unconsciously inched forward in her seat. The show was a fantasy come true.
"I now give you our star performer, Princess Lonna." There was a smattering of applause through the crowd, but most of them became swept up in an almost reverent mood as two men led the naked and hooded girl out on stage.
The men raised the shackles above the girl's head attaching them to a hook on a chain. The chain tightened, pulling the girls arms tighter over her head and slowly pulling her off the ground. Soon, only her toes brushed the ground as her shoulders and arms strained under the weight of her body. The moment seemed to freeze as the audience watched and waited for the hood's removal exposing the face of the girl before them. Finally, with a dramatic pull, the hood disappeared as a gasp of surprise and excitement left the collective lips of the crowd.
The princess froze in her booth. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The girl on stage could have been her twin, and it was like looking into her own eyes as she watched the girl strain against her bonds. Her hand once again began to creep into her lap as the two men turned the girl from the audience showing the bare flesh of her back to the hungry crowd.
The first strike of the lash caught the bound girl across her shoulders with a snap that echoed through the room. The second strike landed just below the first. The third strike landed just below the shoulder blades bringing the first cry of pain from the victim. After ten more strikes, the men turned the girl around for the audience to see her face. Her eyes were red and tears had begun to streak her face as she gave the audience a pleading looking for some respite or help. Another strike cut across her back as the audience watched, their eyes glued on the bound figure before them as she whimpered and cried at the force of the strike.
The princess was captivated with the scene. Her desires brought to life before her, and she could watch herself star in the moment. The scene continued in near silence beyond the whimpers of the girl and the snap of the lashes. The princess resumed grinding her hand into her crotch through her pants as her eyes stayed mesmerized on the show before her. She could almost feel the strike of the lashes against her skin and she bit her lip hard with the need of her own personal release. She wanted nothing more than to reach inside her pants and fully pleasure herself. Even in the dark of the private room, she didn't dare expose herself, so the need and pressure continued to grow inside with each strike of the lash in her ears.
By the time the show ended, the girl on stage was sobbing and moaning uncontrollably with the combination of pain and pleasure. The back of her body was red down to her ankles, and she hung limp and nearly motionless. The girl was not even removed from the frame as it was pulled back behind a lowering curtain, bringing a roar of applause and cheering from the crowd that had been so silent through the show. Coins tossed up on stage glittered in a growing pool of copper with an occasional glint of silver mixed in.
The princess did not wait to see what would happen next as she quickly jumped from her seat, leaving the room. She did not stop as she made her way back down the narrow hallways and out through the side door. She focused only on getting somewhere private and safe so she could relieve the passionate fire within.
The key shook in her hand as she forced it into the door of the passageway barely waiting for the click of the turning lock before pushing her way in and shoving the door closed tightly behind her. The heavy thump of the beam falling in place on the door was the most welcome sound she had ever heard as she sunk to the floor her hands grasping at the laces of her pants.
Frantically she clawed at the laces until they fell loose and she kicked the pants off with a desperate need as both hands moved to caress the burning flesh between her tights. With one hand she rubbed roughly over her wet bud as the fingers on her other hand probed deep inside her stretching her wide and making her ache as her moans echoed down the long empty corridor.
The first orgasm quickly overwhelmed her body as she shook with pleasure and the screams of pleasure echoed all around her. Her fingers didn't stop and soon brought herself to another explosion of pleasure making her entire body tighten and convulse as the pleasure overtook her.
By the time the third orgasm and shook through her body, she could barely move from her seat at the top of the steps. Her body was numb as the cool air touched the sweat on her body sent little shivers of joy through her body. The scent of sex filled the air around her, and her mind was as numb as her body, high on the euphoric rush of the evening.
After what seemed to be an eternity of lying in a state of total pleasured exhaustion, she managed to pull her pants back into place, grab her lamp and make her way slowly back the corridor to her room.
. "I neither know, nor care, if this is your first visit to my tavern. I never ask names, I never remember faces of those who pass through this side door. Whether you are the king, or a mercenary with just a few extra coin, you are in excellent hands for the evening. The room is a silver, which you have paid, and for another silver, you shall receive any food or drink that you please. If you would like one of the ladies after the show, or to even join you in the booth during the show," the owner said as she followed him down the hallway to one of the private rooms. It was her fifth time at the tavern in two weeks, and every time as the show finished she rushed out of the tavern and made her way to the safe confines of the secret passage to bring herself the release she needed.
She had added items to the passage: a thick candle, which she used to fill her hungry hole as she rubbed her sensitive bud; a riding crop, which she used to spank at her inner thighs, and lips and breasts; and a long leather strip, which she found she could use to spank her own ass. The show was always different and brought new ideas to the princess' mind igniting her smoldering fantasies into a bonfire of carnal need. The more she explored her desires the more she craved, and this night she planned for much more.
"How much for the girl?" The princess said in as low a voice as she could manage.
"I have many girls here, Sir. What are you looking for and I will let you know?" The owner smiled as he held the door to the room open.
"The one from the show." She tried to keep her voice low and steady not letting on to the need and wanting behind it.
"I see you have excellent taste, Sir," he said with a slight tone of concern in his voice, "but in order for her to be able to perform and be ready for the crowds, she does not do private shows. There are many other girls, just as willing and just as talented that I could offer you if that is what you desire."
The princess said nothing; instead, she pulled a gold coin from her pouch holding it up for the man. "A great price indeed, Sir, but if anything were to happen to her that kept her from the stage my business would suffer greatly." Two more coins appeared out of the pouch.
A greedy glint appeared in the owners eyes as he eyed the three large pieces. "You truly are a man who knows the value of a fine piece of work, and I feel that you understand my situation and need to keep her healthy. Perhaps for a fourth coin," the last words were said with a raise of the tone in his voice and a quick lick of the lips, "will guarantee the hour you two will share will be memorable, and will allow me to rest knowing my business will not suffer.
The princess pulled two more coins out of the purse. "The evening."
The owner hastily gathered the offered coins and nodded his head, "Of course of course. I should have assumed that a man, such as yourself, would want to take his time. I'll have one of the girls escort you down to a private bedroom when the show is over. Food and drink will be waiting there, and I'll send up one of the girls with a tray in just a few moments. If there is anything you need, I am at your service, kind Sir."
The princess moved into the room with a final nod and sat back in the comfortable seat trying to relax. In an hour, she would have the girl within her grasp. She would feel the heat of the freshly spanked skin under her fingers. She would feel the wetness between the thighs of the girl and she would get to make the girl squeal and squirm as she lashed her with the strap. Her body had ached the whole day with the desire of what she'd been planning, and now it was only an hour away.
"The good master sent me up with this tray, Milord," said a high feminine voice from the doorway. The princess turned to see a beautiful woman standing nearly naked in the entryway holding the tray of food and wine.
She looked the girl over from head to toe taking in every beautiful detail of the body before her. The thin veils of the costume covered little of her skin and hid even less. The princess smiled beneath the low hood and nodded for the tray. It was clear this woman was a gift from the owner to help whet her appetite before the show, and as the girl placed the tray on the small table, she reached out with a gloved hand pulling the dancer into her lap. The princess was not weak after hours of exercise and riding at the palace, and she held the girl firmly in her lap as the show began below.
Her visits to the taverns and quiet inquiries into the archives at the palace had taught the princess what was allowed and what wasn't allowed to be shown on the stage, and the law stated the a man could not penetrate a woman in a public show, but the owner of the tavern was very clever man, and as Princess Lonna was bound across a table, her body bent at the waist another naked woman walked onto the stage. The princess began to let her hands explore the body in her grasp. One hand moved to the woman's large breasts groping and kneading them as her fingers pinched at the nipples, while her other hand trailed down the smooth stomach to the rough tangle of hair below. Her fingers pulled and tugged on the hair as the owner walked onto the stage, bringing the audience to silence.
"Once again, I have endeavored to bring you the best entertainment your coin can buy. And tonight I give you something never seen in this city before." He turned to face display the scene as the second woman pulled on a leather harness about her waist and even from the seat of the princess she could see on the front of the harness was a very large fake penis. "After much searching and research I was able to find a craftsman up to the task I set before him. Carefully carved out of the strongest wood and then sanded to a perfectly smooth finished before being expertly painted, my assistant has put on penis that will allow her to use our princess in a way she has never been used before. And while she is being fucked by this beautiful young woman, one of our expert whipmen, will strap her back until it glows." The princess pinched hard at the nipple in her hand as she roughly shoved three fingers into tight, unready hole making the girl gasp. "And to make this show even more special, tonight's show will not stop until Princess Lonna orgasms for you all to hear." With a final nod as the crowd murmured in excitement, the owner left the stage leaving only the bound girl and her two tormentors.
The woman said nothing to the crowd as she walked up behind the bound girl as aimed the large member at her opening. The princess guessed the sculpture to be nearly a foot long and almost as wide as her fist. As the head of the member pressed against the exposed sex of the bound girl, the swish of the whip cut the silence bringing a gasp to her lips heightened by the forcing of the head fully inside her. The man and woman seemed to work as a team, as each time she worked a little more of the shaft into the bound girl, the strike of the strap made her jerk and squirm.
The show continued as the princess continued to manipulate the body of the girl in her grasps. As the show got rougher, the thrusts into her pussy growing more forceful and deeper, and the smacks across her back grew harder and more frequent, the gasps of the bound girl turned to moans of pained joy. All the while the princess' fingers tortured the maiden even more forcefully, bringing similar moans to the girl's lips.
The girl in her grasp climaxed moments before the bound girl below, whose screams echoed through the tavern as the woman behind her forced the full length of the shaft in and out of her now wet and needing opening and the strikes on her back rained down in an almost continuous torrent of torment. The princess could barely control her own body from exploding in pleasure as the girl writhed in her lap on top of her, shaking and moaning as nearly the full fist of the princess pushed in and out of her.
The curtain lowered hiding the performers as the audience erupted in an explosion of cheering and applause and a rain of copper and silver coin that soon covered the stage. The walls shook under the noise of the cheering, as the princess roughly pushed the girl out of her lap to the floor at her feet. She could not wait any longer for what she had so long planned.
"Tell them to have her blindfolded and bound as she was, when I get there," the princess ordered the girl in a breathy gasp as she tried to keep her voice low and masculine. The girl only nodded as she got up from the floor and made her way shakily to the door.
A few minutes later a gentle knock came on the door as one of the regular serving girls entered the room. "If you'll follow me, Sir," she said in a polite voice as she held the door open. The princess nodded and followed the girl through the twists and turns of the back halls of the tavern until they arrived at a heavy oak door where the owner waited.
"Everything is as you requested, Sir. She waits you inside and I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening." She merely nodded to him as she handed him a silver coin and pushed open the door.
The room was small, but well furnished: a comfortable bed sat against the far wall; a cabinet hung nearby, in which the princess could see all manner of sexual devices; a bureau sat underneath the cabinet covered with a tray of food and wine; two chairs sat pushed against the wall; in the middle of the room stood the table, with the beautiful girl bound and blindfolded upon it. The princess took in the scene as if she had stepped into a dream. Her steps were quiet as she approached the girl, afraid to awaken from the beautiful dream. The girl was perfect. Even on close inspection, she could find no flaw in the girl, or identifying mark.
She took a moment to examine the rest of the room. She was from the palace and knew how to look for any spot or crack where someone could spy from, but the owner was as good as his word and the room was completely private. The princess quickly freed herself from her clothes, and in a moment, stood as naked as the bound girl on the table. She paused for another moment, before letting her fingernail trace its way slowly over the globes of the girl's ass and up the heated, red skin of her back to the base of her spine. She could feel her shiver under the light touch as the burning between her own thighs increased.
She moved to the cabinet, and selected a sturdy wooden paddle and gave it a practice swing through the air. The 'whoosh' of the air made her heart race as she placed herself next to the white untouched skin, of the girl's ass.
Swish! Crack! The paddle swung through the air landing hard on the left cheek. Swish! Crack! This time the right cheek caught the swat. The princess took her time alternating cheeks until they both glowed a deep red and her body trembled with unsatisfied needs.
The table was small and low leaving the girl's head resting waist high on the far edge. With careful motions, the princess placed the paddle carefully on the table and moved to the front in front of the blindfolded girl. She watched as the girl's mouth opened expectantly waiting for the man in front of her to shove their shaft deep into her throat. The princess grabbed a handful of hair, yanking the girl's mouth to her wet and waiting slit. The girl only paused for a moment before quickly licking and sucking at her clit, letting the juices coat her tongue before rolling and teasing around the sensitive bud.
It wasn't long before the princess started to cum. She moaned loud and long as the tongue teased her more and more sending convulsions through her body. She kept hold of the girl's hair, yanking it harder into her crotch as her body shook and the girl kept licking and sucking as the body shook and spasmed in front of her. The princess didn't let go until the tongue had pulled another three orgasms from her body and she collapsed to the floor, spent, exhausted and satisfied.
"Do you like your life?" The princess asked after she took a long moment to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms.
"Miss?" The girl asked in a stunned voice.
"Do you like your life? Do you like life as a sexual object? Do you like the looks of the men as they watch you get whipped and spanked?" The princess' voice was tired, but still probing.
"I? I? I don't dislike it, Miss. It is my life," she said sounding confused.
"Do you want a different life though? A life of luxury? A life of responsibility of the mind, not the flesh?" The princess continued to probe with her questions.
"I dare not say yes. I could only dream of such a life."
"If I told you," the princess began as she moved to kneel in front of the girl looking her straight in the blindfolded eyes, "that I could grant your dreams, would you grant mine?"
"If I could, Milady," the girl said confused, "but how could a girl such as me give anything to you?"
The princess pulled away the blindfold, "I have a plan."
"Name the head of the Noble's Council," the princess said with a swing of the strap catching the bound girl across the lower thighs.
"Arch Duke Josef Wilkenstein," the girl replied with a gasp.
A month had passed since the princess had first introduced herself to the girl. The girl had readily agreed to the princess' plan to change places, but first she had to learn who was who at court, the rules of court, the unspoken rules of the palace, the names of the servants, and dozens of other small details that she would need to know. Three times a week the princess had attended the show and paid for the right for the rest of the evening with the girl. The girl learned quickly and was nearly ready for the switch.
The princess for her part could hardly sleep anymore with excitement of soon leaving her life at the palace behind. Her dreams filled with visions of bondage and torture, and she woke most morning covered in a cold sweat, her body fevered, and a moan still on her lips. The prince worried about her, thinking she was coming down with a sickness, and he doted over her taking care of her needs and making sure she rested whenever possible.
The sweating and moans played well into the plan giving the new princess an excuse to feign illness for a few days upon her return, as well as a high fever, which damaged her memory, to cover for any gaps forgotten in their lessons. The next time they met, would be the last, and soon both would have the life of their fantasies.
"The gardener who tends the rose gardens?" She said with another strike of the strap, which she found helped encourage the girls' memory.
"Percival Smidge," the girl replied. "The gardens are on the east side of the palace and over look the river. Your favorite roses are the yellow ones, and he always makes sure the bench near them is clean and there is a goblet of fresh juice nearby, when he knows you are in the gardens."
The princess smiled. She had learned so much so quickly, that she could scarcely believe they were so close. She put down the strap and moved in front of the girl. "You've done so well, and I'm very proud of you," she gave the girl a kiss on the forehead. "You'll make a much better princess than I and we'll both be much happier this way." I shall return tomorrow before the show and we will make the change then."
The girl nodded as best she could from her bound position, not sure if this was still not some sort of elaborate trap or dream. She hoped for the best and was powerless to stop the worst. "But tonight, you are still mine," the look on the princess' face turned dark as she stood up in front of the girl and pulled the girls mouth to her wet slit.
It was just after dark, as the princess locked the door to her chambers and moved quickly to the back of her closet. Due to the threat of illness, the prince changed rooms to give her rest and to protect himself from as well. He doted on her while she was awake and she often woke in the mornings to find him sitting in a nearby chair anxiously watching over her.
A small part of her heart hurt at deceiving him, but it was not as if she was leaving him alone, or even with an unwilling partner. Her replacement would love him as she never could, and would be the princess he deserved. Besides, in a way their whole marriage had been a deception.
Everything was in place at the palace for the switch. In the secret passage, she had left notes on everything the girl would need to know in case she forgot something. On the nightstand sat a small vile of a potion what would induce a fever in the girl when she returned. She had a scrap of red cloth to mark the door handle by, so the girl would know where to enter, and she had disposed of all of her pilfered stories that she had gathered over the years. It was time.
The walk to the tavern was quick and soon she found herself standing in front of the now familiar doorman. He nodded as she handed him the silver coin and led him to the side door. The owner quickly answered the knock and let her in.
"I neither know, nor care, if this is your first visit to my tavern," the owner began his well-practiced speech as she cut him off with a raised hand.
"The girl," she opened her hand revealing five gold pieces, "before the show. I'll leave no mark."
The greedy glint returned to owner's eye as he looked at the coins. "Before then, good Sir. Right this way."
She followed him down the well-known passage do the heavy door. "I'll have her brought in immediately. I'm sorry I cannot give you the full night, only two hours at most." She only nodded as she moved into the room and took a seat trying to look patient as her stomach swirled with butterflies.
It was only a few moments before the owner returned the girl behind him on a leash, and she smiled as she looked up and down the body that would soon be hers. "Again, just two hours, Milord," the owner said with a final nod and closing the door.
The girl turned and bolted the door shut as the princess stood up and removed her cloak letting it fall into the chair. The rest of her clothes were quick to follow and soon the only difference between the two women was the collar and leash.
"Do you remember everything?" The princess asked in an anxious voice.
The girl nodded. "Yes. I go across the square and through the alley. From there I cut up High Street to where it ends at the Royal Church. I turn left there and follow the street up the hill to where I can just see the outer wall of the palace grounds. At that point, I should see the red piece of cloth attached to the door marking where I enter. I follow the passage into the palace and back to your rooms. Once there I switch from the clothes to the nightgown waiting for me. I enter the room through the back of the closet and unlock the door to the suites. Next to the bed is a vial containing a potion that will give me a fever for a few days. After the sickness wears off, I become you. Whatever I don't remember is blamed on the fever, and I become the wife of the most handsome man in the entire kingdom," the last few words were said with a faraway sigh of contentment.
The princess admired her memory as she moved to take the collar of the girl. "From this moment on you are no longer the poor slave girl taken from her country home. You are Princess Luciana, Heir to the throne, wife of Prince William, daughter of King Alfred and Queen Genevieve. You walk with your head held high making eye contact with all those around you and giving orders you expect to be immediately obeyed."
The new princess nodded as she took the collar in her hands and placed it around the old princess' neck, "From this moment on, you are a slave girl kidnapped from her home on the edge of the kingdom, because you resembled the princess. You are treated as nothing but property and the only reason you are treated well is so you continue to look like the princess and bring in the customers paying to see you whipped and raped on stage. Your stage name is Princess Lonna on stage as a parody of her name, but your real name has been forgotten even to you over the years. You look no one in the eye and walk with your head bowed to the ground. You follow any orders given to you immediately, or you will be punished." She locked the collar around the neck of the new slave girl.
She cast her eyes down as the collar locked around her neck, "Yes, Mistress," she said with a quiet voice that sent a thrill of passion shooting through her body.
The princess grabbed her by the hair forcing her to her knees and pulled her mouth into the wet slit before her. "Lick," the commanding voice said as her hair was pulled again.
She put her tongue to work licking and sucking as she had felt done to her on those many past evenings and was quickly rewarded with the sweet taste of the juices from the princess' slit. She licked and sucked and teased as the princess repeatedly and finally letting go of her hair as she collapsed to the floor in front of her. She watched fascinated by the sight before her, wondering if she had looked that way at the end of every session as she began to dream about how she would be used next.
Before long, the princess climbed to her feet, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before getting dressed. She watched in silence as the princess quickly dressed again and pulled the heavy cloak on, the hood falling low over her face. Her stomach twisted and knotted as she realized that this was truly happening and she was now nothing more than a pleasure slave, a prostitute.
She watched the princess leave through the door and waited patiently for a few moments before the owner entered the room, a scowl crossing his face. "I do not know what you have done to offend our guest, but he left rather quickly. The punishment for this will be quite harsh, I guarantee you, and I have the perfect idea for how that will be done on stage tonight. I might not let the customers mark you up, but I'll do with my property as I please, and you've always proven to be a quick healer in the past."
He yanked on the leash pulling her to her feet as he left the room and turned to face a servant, "Tell Olaf to get the fire pots ready, I want something special for tonight." For a brief moment, she felt her stomach turn with an anxious twist of uncertainty as she swallowed hard to combat her nerves.
She listened quietly as her owner continued to issue orders to various servants as he led her through the twists of the back of the tavern before stopping and securing her to a post near the stage. The click of the shackles around her wrists and ankles echoed through her ears like some half-forgotten dream and the thrill of the moment washed through her body.
She kept her head down as he walked away and watched as other girls in costumes passed her by giving her dirty looks, jealous of her popularity with the customers and the owner. Often they would stop long enough to smack her face, or ass, or tits, or pinch her nipples or clit giving her disgusted looks as they did so. She bit her lip as she tried not to groan with every dirty touch as her heart sped and her pussy moistened.
At last, she watched as the owner passed her by and went out onto the stage. Two strong young men moved to each of her sides and began to undo her restraints taking their time to grope and feel her flesh as they did so. She could just hear the owner's voice drifting back from in front of the curtain, "Once again, I have endeavored to bring you the best entertainment your coin can buy. And tonight I give you something never seen in this city before."
Her body thrilled with excitement, and she knew she was where she belonged.