Princess Ransom

King Gustave sat with his military advisers, it was no secret that the war was about to turn badly against his country. The reports were unanimous, in no more than a few weeks the Hartshore lines would collapse, allowing the troops of the enemy Juriland to sweep in for victory. But before that happened many thousands of King Gustave's troops as well as a large number of enemy forces would die.

King Gustave raged. Much of his anger was directed at himself, how he and King Julius had blundered into war was scandalous. What had begun as a matter of personal honor became a conflict that was wasting precious lives on both sides. Gustave had always considered himself an enlightened leader so the current situation was a profound embarrassment. Still, he could not simply declare victory and recall his troops. For King Julius the war was a nuance as well. He had made tentative overtures for peace. To Gustave a peace with honor was far better than eventual defeat. Under a banner of truce the two met at a border town declared neutral by both sides. 

King Julius, tall, distinguished looking and wearing the grin of a man who knew he held a winning hand entered the meeting room. The town hall had been turned over for the negotiations. King Gustave had arrived first, he tried not to wear a glum expression but failed. Accompanying King Julius was his second son, prince Adam. He was a younger, handsomer version of his father. Gustave's sons were all at the front. Adam wore a military uniform as well. Gustave believed that the knowledge of his heirs remaining behind to fight would reflect well upon him and would impress his rival, King Julius. 

The mediators made sure that proper protocol was followed before the two rulers sat down across a wide table from each other.

"Gustave, your excellency, we both seem to be in a spot of trouble, don't we? Of course your troubles are currently greater than mine. We could be here all day but I want this stupid conflict to end. Here is my proposal, We will seek no land and no tribute, in exchange one member of your family shall enter into my household as a symbolic ransom for the lives of the men on both sides who otherwise would have been lost." 

King Gustave reeled. Symbolic ransom was an antiquated tradition. It simple terms it meant that a member of his family would be publicly reduced to a level below even that of the lowest peasant, collared and sent to serve as a slave in the royal household of a rival kingdom for the rest of their life. On the one hand, it would bring the war to an end immediately, on the other hand someone that he loved would be placed into the basest form of slavery. It was a bitter pill and a pyrrhic victory at best.

After collecting his thoughts King Gustave replied, "Fair King Julius, surely there must be some other way?"

"Certainly good king Gustave,' replied King Julius," this war could continue to rage for weeks or months costing both of our nations the lives of valuable men and draining our treasuries. I know that you are an intelligent man and a noble ruler, you abhor the loss of life and wealth as much as I do. We both know that I will soon have an insurmountable advantage. Since I was, technically, not the aggressor of this conflict I am willing to take the high road. Certainly one life, not even forfeit, in bondage, is preferable to thousands of dead men."

"Fair Gustave, do you REALLY want to face the widows, the sons and the daughters of the men who will assuredly die? What will you say to a grieving mother when she asks you why you did not accept my current proposal? Are you prepared for defeat? Do you truly desire to be driven from your throne and have to spend the rest of your life in exile? This mercy I am extending you is beyond fair." 

Gustave consulted with his men. His counselors favored the proposal. The majority of his generals also saw the wisdom of King Julius' offer. Gustave returned to the table.

"I accept your offer. I will serve as the ransom."

"No." stated King Julius flatly. "We have no interest in you serving as ransom, you are an old man set in his ways, we want someone young whom we can train. We want someone with assets that can be exploited. No King Gustave, you and your people would learn nothing if you served as ransom. Your people expect it. It might give you satisfaction but it will not assuage your citizens who have already lost sons and brothers and fathers to war. They are continuing to die even as we speak. No my friend, the penalty has to sting. If this thing is to be done your daughter, Princess Elle, will become the ransom for your people."

King Gustave paled. Elle was his youngest and his favorite, she had just come to majority and was one of the most beautiful women in all of his kingdom. "No, not my angel!"

King Julius gazed icily across the table at his rival. "She is of age, is she not? Let us explain the proposal to her and let her decide her fate. I am willing to initiate a truce until we hear from your enchanting daughter. Surely she will see the wisdom of saving thousands of lives with her own."

As king Julius spoke, King Gustave could not help but notice the evil leer on the face of prince Adam. Gustave, filled with disgust, placed his head in his hands and wept. 

Back at the palace Princess Elle listened to the proposal of King Julius.Her father and a representative from the kingdom of Juriland explained in graphic detail what would be expected of her. Elle knew that she could not permit the truce to end and hostilities to return but the cost to herself was nearly incalculable. She would never get married, she would be humiliated in the extreme and her life would essentially end right now in her eighteenth year. She would be property, to be used at the whims of her captors for the rest of her life. She had been given a week to make her decision.

Elle visited the front where the brief truce was still holding. The nature of war was a painfully eye opening experience for the sheltered young princess. She saw the horrible weapons of war. She met some prisoners of war and spent many hours talking to the recuperating wounded of her own nation.. One particular young man remained seared into her soul. He was her own age and rather handsome, they had struck up a rapport as they spoke. From his cot the young private explained to his princess how he had come to lose his sight and one of his hands in battle during a futile assault on the Juriland defenses. 

Elle realized that this boy's old life was over before he had even had a chance to live. Elle realized that if she could prevent just one other soldier from ending up in a similar situation or worse, than her service, as horrible as it might turn out to be, would still be worth every moment. With steel resolve she sent word to her father and the Juriland representative that she had made her decision in the affirmative.

Her father wept a second time on hearing the news. Conversely troops from two separate nations cheered themselves hoarse.

Elle's final week as a princess before she had to report to bondage was filled with activity. All around her stated that they would try to give her a wonderful, memorable time, a source of solace for the hard days to come. Elle was a practical girl however, and wise beyond her years. She told her father, "Sire, the memories I have as your daughter will keep me strong and remind me of who I am once I have become a slave. One more week will not add to those memories. I would prefer to spend the time saying goodbye to my family, you. mother, my brothers and sisters, and the people of our nation." 

King Gustave stared at his daughter, She was tall and well built, with long brown hair that cascaded down her back, a row of freckles across the bridge of her nose betrayed her young age. Her eyes were green and luminous, her countenance was an intoxicating mix of his own and his wife's features, she was by far the most beautiful of his three daughters. King Gustave realized that if not for his own blundering, the wondrous creature before him could have been an empress or queen of a nearby nation and adored by her husband and adopted country. Instead she would be reduced to the basest existence. King Gustave took his favorite child into his arms. For her sake he forced himself not to weep, but his grief was profound. 

While those around her tried to talk her out of reporting for duty, Elle's mind was made up and her determination iron. The first few remaining days of her freedom she spent, distributing her many gowns and jewels to her two older sisters. The dresses would have to be altered, but would look just as beautiful on her siblings. For one night she and her sisters had a slumber party, laughing and enjoying each others company as they had done as young girls. Things turned serious when talked switched to sex. Unlike her sisters, who were experienced with men, Elle was still pure. With dread Elle realized that her maidenhead would be just another trophy for her en-slavers. At the same time Elle was supremely interested in all things having to do with sex. Of late her attention had been captured by the handsome faces and attractive physiques of her honor guard or even of civilians she met during her day.

She knew, in theory, what a naked man looked like but she ached to see one with her own eyes. She envied her married sisters for being in on a secret Elle knew nothing of. Knowing that she would be deflowered, Elle pumped her sisters for information as to what to expect. 

Her sister, Helga, encouraged Elle to seduce one of their honor guard, "There is no reason that those Juriland bastards should get your innocence as well!"

"No." replied Elle, "they want me as I am now. I must honor my vow."

Her two brothers returned home from the front, over a formal dinner she said farewell to these young men and military officers. Since her brothers had always been her protectors Elle extracted a solemn promise from each of them that they would not try to exact revenge; for she was becoming ransom willingly. Both of her brothers, even stubborn crown prince Karl, at last agreed to honor her wishes.

There was time spent with a priest receiving absolution from future sins, a final ride and hike around her favorite spots near the castle and a quiet dinner with her mother and father. The sadness during that dinner was palpable. Even Elle was in tears by the time the final course was served. All too soon the week ended.

Ransom day arrived clear and warm. A fine spring day. The actual ceremony would be held in neutral territory, as the ancient tradition demanded. The same town hall where King Gustave had met King Julius was prepared for the ceremony. Elle rode in a carriage opposite her parents. Her father and mother held hands and wore sober expressions. The ride passed largely in silence. Everything that had to said had already been uttered. 

In the town hall, Elle, her parents, and their retinue marched into the main meeting room through a line of soldiers from both kingdoms. They were in their finest dress uniforms and stood on either side of the door, creating a tunnel for the royal parties with their sabers raised high. The sight of the uniforms reminded Elle again of why she was preforming this duty and it filled her with renewed resolve. 

The party from Hartshore took their appointed seats. A short time later the Juriland entourage arrived.

King Julius wore a proper serious expression, but his companion, Prince Adam looked just like a fox in a hen house. Gustave wanted to slap the insolent smirk off the brat's face. If not for a reassuring look from his daughter, King Gustave would have called the deal off then and there.

The ministers of state from the respective nations called the meeting to order and the scribes of both nations began to record the proceedings. The moderator, from a third, neutral nation, selected to make sure that every step of the process was properly followed began to speak.

"We meet here today to put an end to war and to replay an ancient tradition. It is my sincere hope that at the end of these proceedings King Gustave and King Julius will see the wisdom of maintaining peace. It is my understanding that a ransom for lives of the soldiers will be offered today?"

Princess Elle rose to her feet and said, with only a hint of betraying emotion in her voice, "Aye honorable moderator. I, Princess Elle of the kingdom of Hartshore, offer myself as ransom for the soldiers on both sides of this conflict."

The moderator was taken aback, customarily it was a prince who was given as ransom. However there was no law that the ransom MUST be male. After gathering his wits and breath the moderator began to speak again.

"And who receives this ransom?"

Prince Adam was on his feet, "Honorable moderator, I Prince Adam, crown prince of Juriland will receive this ransom."

There were gasps from the audience which had gathered to watch the proceedings. The nature of what was to follow was paramount in the minds of all present. After graveling for silence the moderator addressed his next question to the ministers of state, ''Is this ransom in according to the wishes of your respective nations?" Both ministers gave their assent.

"Then these proceeding shall continue," Stated the moderator. "Come forward Princess." 

Elle paced the short distance to to the slight dais just to the right of the moderator. She looked stunning in the last gown she would ever own. The green fabric hugged her bodice nicely. Long green gloves and a white stole completed the outfit. Atop her head, Elle wore her royal tiara. The diadem was her only jewelry, In all respects, her beauty was ravishing. as calmly as possible she awaited the moderators next words.

"Do you Princess Elle, hereby surrender your title and all claims or pretense of royalty. Do you further agree to take a place lower than the least citizen of either Juriland or your former kingdom. Will you accept the collar of slavery and a life that is not yours for as long as you shall live?"

Elle gazed at the gathered crowd, she looked at her parents and at the soldiers of both nations. With a lump in her throat she replied,

"Yes honorable moderator, I answer affirmative to every question."

The moderator allowed some time for the portent of the moment to filter throughout the room before he announced, "Will you receive this ransom, Prince Adam.?"

Prince Adam strode forward to face Elle, "Yes honorable moderator, I shall."

"Then Prince Adam, do what must be done." stated the moderator.

Prince Adam eyed the woman before him. Up close she was even more beautiful than he had previously believed. It would be sheer bliss to have this intoxicating creature at his beck and call for as long as he wanted.

"Slave," he said to a blushing Elle, "Why do you wear the garments of a free woman?"

This was the part Elle dreaded the most. It was an essential component of the ceremony and could not be avoided. The ransom's debasement must be public and total for maximum impact for all involved. Elle had requested that her lady in waiting be present to assist her. The request had been granted. Elle saw her friend hasten to the front of the room and curtsy before Prince Adam. She extended her arm and Elle removed the stole from about her shoulders and handed it to her lady in waiting.

Next came the long green gloves as Elle withdrew first her left hand and arm and then the right. She handed the gloves to her lady in waiting. All that remained for the young princess was embarrassment. Elle stood at attention as her lady in waiting stepped behind her and unlaced the stays of her dress. With as much grace as Elle could muster, she pulled off and stepped out of the striking green dress.

Prince Adam along with all of the men in the room as well as many of the women drank in the loveliness of the former princess Elle, clad, now in only a corset, step ins, stockings a gater belt, and shoes. Her tiara still nestled gorgeously in her dark brown hair. Her ample chest was enticingly compressed by her silken corset. Adam knew that he would have so much fun with his new slave. He was glad that he had strapped down his penis, otherwise his bulge would have belied his intentions and eliminated the serious air of the proceedings.

"Continue" Prince Adam said simply. 

Silently Elle indicated to her lady in waiting that she should loose her corset. Nervously, the young woman fumbled with the stays of the former princess's corset. It seemed to take an eternity until the last stay was freed. Despite her embarrassment, Elle gracefully slid the garment off of her slim form. Princess Elle's magnificent breasts were exposed to the open air. Elle's father, King Gustave cringed, but not before he noted that his daughter's breasts were every bit as beautiful as her mother's had been decades before. The cool air of the room caused Elle's nipples to become erect.

Thoroughly red with humiliation, Elle removed first one shoe and then the other. Without stopping in between she began rolling the silk stockings off her long and limber legs. Her feet were dainty and well formed. Seeking to get the inevitable over, Elle quickly unhooked her garter belt and withdrew her step ins. Lastly she handed her tiara to her lady in waiting. For a moment she stood, arms at her sides, her naked glory fully revealed.

Prince Adam was utterly rapturous at the sight. Her body was lithe and enticing in all parts. A light dusting of freckles across her chest matched those gracing her nose and cheeks. Her flat tummy held an attractive navel and her brown bush was nicely trimmed. Caught up in her beauty, Adam nearly forgot to proceed to the next step of the ceremony. At last He produced a collar and stated a simple command to Elle.

"Slave, assume the position of supplication. and lower your head."

Elle, swallowed the last remnants of her pride and placed herself in the required manner. She was on her knees, legs apart, hands behind her back with her chest thrust forward. When Elle considered how this position must look to the assembled crowd and the shame it must be causing in her parents, Elle was glad that she was facing the ground.

Presently Elle heard Prince Adam step forward, Out of the corner she spied his uniformed pants leg. Elle noted that Prince Adam was not uncomely. Under other circumstances she would have considered him dashing. Elle felt the prince's touch as he parted her hair and slid the collar in place. Elle was surprised by his touch. In addition to being gentle there was an inherent power in his caress. The closest she could like it to was when, she was younger and a traveling magician had used some device that generated sparks to make her hair stand on end. It was thrilling and mysterious at the same time. The sensation of Prince Adams fingers as they probed her asshole and pussy, on the other hand, was quite shocking, still Elle knew that such a minute inspection of her intimate parts was to be expected.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard Prince Adam stay, 

"Rise slave."

Elle felt the weight about her neck as she rose to her feet. After wiping the tears from her eyes she noticed that Prince Adam was holding a simple, homespun robe open for her. Elle placed one arm and then the other n the rough robe and fasted the attached belt. She was startled to notice that it exposed much of her legs as well as the tops of her bosom. Adam placed some sandals on Elle's feet and fastened a leash to Elle's collar. Gently, he impelled her to step off the dais. 

The key to the lock on Elle's collar was broken in half by the moderator, symbolizing the eternal nature of the one time princess's service. Immediately after the destruction of the key the moderator intoned the ancient ritual,

"A ransom having been offered and accepted by the waring parties; it is the pronouncement of this body that war between Juriland and Hartshore is at an end. Let no man attempt to revoke the work preformed this day, lest the ransom's life be forfeit."

Prince Adam gently tugged at Elle's leash and led her out of the town hall meeting room. Elle took one last sad look about the hall. Her mother's face was buried in her father's chest as she wept, her own father had tears running down his cheeks. It was a difficult final image to take into captivity. On the other hand, she felt rather proud of herself when all the soldiers present from both sides offered her a hearty series of cheers. Sadly, Elle followed prince Adam out of the building and into his royal carriage.

The carriage began to move and Elle realized that she was alone with Prince Adam. Although still in something of a daze, Elle was able to think to herself, "He really is handsome." Adam wore his military uniform quite well. "Prince Adam , what is it you wish?" she asked aloud..

Prince Adam faced the innocent girl. A series of very long talks with his father had impressed upon the young prince the importance of breaking in this fine filly gently and patiently. After all she was his for the rest of her life, demanding too much too soon might make her resentful and bitter, something that Adam most assuredly did not want. The young prince wanted an eager playmate, one as interested in sensual exploration as he himself was.

Adam placed a hand on his slave's quivering thigh and said gently, "First of all you will refer to me ALWAYS as Master. I wish a great many things slave but I am not an ogre. I will carefully explain what I want and then you will do your best to fulfill my wishes. If you do your best I will respect that and I will not punish you. However if you do not try or become sulky and resentful, I WILL punish you. Let us start with something small. Your master asks his slave for a kiss."

The only man Elle had ever kissed on the lips had been her father. Her brother's had not been rewarded with anything more than pecks on the cheeks. Certainly, however, she had seen kissing couples many times. Remembering their example, Elle turned her head upward to meet the lips of her owner. After a moment or two of fumbling Elle began to respond to Adam's more skilled lips. She was delighted in the extreme when the prince's tongue began to circle about her mouth and she returned the nicety. She and Prince Adam kissed for quite a while, they wrapped their arms about each other and their bodies pressed against each other. For both of them the experience was wonderful. When Prince Adam at last pulled away, Elle was unaware of the smile on her face, but Prince Adam noticed his slave's glee. He decided to follow his father's advice to the letter.

"That was very nice, slave. Before many miles pass I would like to do that again."

Elle, despite her circumstances, realized that she too was looking forward to engaging in kissing with Adam again. "I would like that as well, Pr...Master. Am I not to have a name?"

"Slaves have no names. But perhaps I will find some term of endearment for you, but that is many weeks or months away. When we reach my palace, I will be giving you a bath. I afraid that I must also remove the hair from your sacred place. Slaves are not permitted to keep it." 

Elle drank in this not unexpected information and then replied, "Master, I know that no matter what my personal wishes that I am yours to command. I do ask that you be gentle with me. I am still young and have much to learn."

"I would not have it any other way, slave."

With that he picked up Elle bodily and sat her on his lap. The two kissed passionately for many miles. Again Prince Adam was glad that his Penis was safely tacked in place. Erections would be a surprise to the sheltered princess. No doubt the concept had been explained to her, but the young prince doubted that she had ever seen one first hand. Later tonight he would rectify that situation. Gently his hands explored Elle's body, To his delight, she yielded to his touch. Adam was beside himself with mirth when his hands strayed to Elle's sex and Peter found it damp.

In time, the carriage arrived at the main palace of Juriland. Prince Adam took Elle's arm as well as her leash as he led her into the palace. One floor of one wing of the structure belonged completely to the young prince. He escorted Elle to his bedroom. To Elle the luxury was not unlike she had known in her own quarters. Prince Adam's room was thoroughly manly however. 

"Slave, you will be responsible for certain things. You will dress me and undress me, you will make my meals, mend my clothing, and you will share my bed." He led Elle past a large cage."This will be your home if you disappoint me. I am responsible for clothing you and feeding you. I will also bathe you and keep your womanhood and legs and other things shaved. None of your clothing will ever be fancy but I will dress you warmer in the autumn and winter." 

Elle considered all of Prince Adam's words and asked, "Master, why did you not seek my father's permission to seek my hand in marriage? I am sure he would have granted you an audience." 

"You do not understand geopolitics, slave. A marriage between the royals of Hartshore and Juriland is no simple thing, we are historic enemies and we have each traditionally sought royal spouses in other nations. Were your former sisters ever introduced to royals from my nation?" Prince Adam noted that Elle shook her head no before continuing, "Similarly, you would have been off limits to me. The recently ended war only complicated the issue. Also, for purely selfish reasons, I prefer to have you as a slave instead of a wife. Slaves may not say no and must constantly strive to please their master. Finally, the point of taking you as ransom is to make a statement. Your father will think long and hard before he launches another war. Taking you as ransom ended this war and preserved your kingdom. I am sure that your father did not discuss military strategy with you but our troops would soon have driven your Hartshore troops from the field . Your entire family most likely would have had to flee into exile. In a way, Juriland saved the rest of your family, an act perhaps not in the best interest of Juriland. Peace will remain between our nations so long as you live, therefore I will take excellent care of you. This way you are my pet and I can keep you near me always."

Elle considered and finally agreed with the wisdom of Prince Adams words. "You are wise, Master, still, I wish we had met under different stars."

"Enough talk, slave remove your robe and sandals. It is time for your bath."

Elle's fingers lingered upon the belt of her robe for a few moments before she complied. Somehow she felt more vulnerable and exposed alone with the prince. At last she kicked of the sandals and her robe fluttered to the floor. Again her body flushed as Prince Adam eyed her up and down. Elle made a move to cover herself but was prevented from doing so upon orders of Prince Adam.

The prince led Elle to the bathroom and began filling the tub. "Help me off with this uniform shirt, slave, I have no desire to get it wet." stated Adam.

Elle's hands trembled as she began to open the buttons on Prince Adam's tunic. Beneath the uniform, Elle found a strong chest and taut tummy with prominent abdominal muscles. Elle had never seen anything so beautiful. She allowed one of her hands to gently stroke, Prince Adam's flesh. She then placed the tunic on a hook on the wall. 

Prince Adam noted, his slave's interest, He embraced and kissed her, the feel of her bare breasts on his naked chest was a supreme goodness. He then steered her into the tub. Elle was tense for a few minutes until she was able to relax under Prince Adam's tender touch. The prince's hands were as gentle as Elle's nannies and maids had ever been. Adam provided a small bath pillow and Elle rested her head contentedly as Adam, almost sweetly, lathered her head to toe. For the briefest of moments Elle imagined herself in her own bath in her rooms at her palace, then she opened her eyes and saw the smiling face of her Master. Elle tugged on her collar and wondered what the rest of the night had in store for her. She was certain that she would lose her virginity tonight. All her life she had been taught that her maidenhead was a gift to be saved for the Emperor or Royal that she married. Now there was a prince, but the situation was vastly different. She would never be married. Even the lowliest peasant women had husbands who slid rings on their fingers and promised their devotion. Elle reflected that now she was merely property, no better than livestock. A fine racehorse was considered of greater value than a slave. 

Elle eyed her Master, he did not appear to be cruel youth. Perhaps he would always be tender with her, perhaps he would come to "love" her after a fashion. Even a slave could give and receive love. Perhaps her days would not be as dire as her parents and siblings feared. It was a hope worth clinging to. 

Prince Adam had Elle rise and he rinsed her lovely body off. She stepped out of the tub into a large, wonderfully soft towel. As she dried herself off Prince Adam vanished from the bathroom for a moment and then quickly returned.

"Slave, I have no doubt that you as hungry as I am. I sent a page to the main kitchen to fetch a meal for us. Ordinarily you will do all the cooking in the small kitchen on this floor but I decided to dispense with that tonight. How are your culinary skills?"

Elle answered truthfully, "I know how to make fudge. I never learned to cook, 'Princesses do not slave over a hot stove' my mother always told me."

"Well you ARE a slave so you had better get used to a hot stove. I will have one of the cooks instruct you, but I expect you to be a fast learner!"

"Yes Master." replied the suddenly cowed former princess.

"Now my slave. I want you to hang up that towel. You will go to my bed and lie in the middle of it. You must lie very still and obey my instructions, I must do some shaving and I do not want to nick you."

Elle paced the distance to the bed wearing a sad expression. As she walked she stroked her feminine carpet. She was so proud of her pubic hair. She knew she had become a woman when it first appeared. It was sad to realize that her sacred grounds would never see their glory again. Elle knew that slaves were kept shaved to identify them as such if they removed their collars and tried to blend in with free citizens. Her hair was her last talisman of freedom, losing it signaled even more than her public stripping that she was now chattel.

After some discussion, Adam allowed Elle to sit with her head propped up so that she could watch her Master work. Elle bit her lower lip in concentration as Adam took a pair of small scissors and cut away her thatch as though he were a tiny lumberjack felling an entire forest. Ellen could not help but notice that Adam collected this harvest in a small ceder box. When the hair covering Elle's sex had been reduced to the shortest of crew cuts, Prince Adam gently coated the area with shaving cream.

Elle was tense for only a short time. Once she realized that the young prince was quite adept with the razor she was able to relax and watch in fascination as he Mons was denuded. The resulting view was one Elle had not had for longer than she could remember. Elle noted a warmth that did not seem to come from Adam's hands as his fingers gently entered her sex and parted the lips so that he could remove every trace of stubble. Finally, Prince Adam took a towel and mopped away the last vestiges of the shaving cream. Elle ran her hands over her shaven sex, it felt as odd as it looked, still Elle was astounded that there was not a single nick or cut anywhere.

Prince Adam caught his young slave examining his handiwork and stated, "Every morning, after I shave my face, I will shave you, Your legs and underarms do not have to be done as often."

"Thank you master for being so careful but I will say that I do not care for the new view."

"Your wants and desires no longer matter, slave. You have to make me and all others in authority over you happy, or at least do your best to do so." 

A knock was heard on the door. Prince Adam handed Elle her robe while he answered the door. Two servants entered toting trays of food. Elle realized that she was famished. The food was placed on a table in the small kitchen off of Prince Adam's bedroom. Elle waited a moment for her Master to hold her chair out for her. In a flash she realized that she was no longer a lady, a nicety that Prince Adam would extend to the lowliest female resident of his kingdom, could not be extended to her. In an emotional state, Elle sat herself at the appointed place, across the narrow table from the prince.

The food was quite scrumptious, Elle found it difficult to believe that she could ever cook anywhere near as well. Prince Adam placed a hand on Elle's bare knee under the table, held the wine goblet aloft and said, "Here is to a happy captivity!" Elle clinked her goblet with that of her Master, the word "captivity" rang hollow in her ears but she supposed that it was the best sentiment she could hope for. 

"Once we are done eating, slave, You will finish undressing me and we will see what comes to mind." 

Elle raised her face to her master. He was still shirtless. Having never seen a completely naked man before, the former princess was both curious and fearful. He sisters had told her that the first time was occasionally painful, Elle dreaded pain among all things. She returned her Master's statement with a neutral expression.

The Prince watched his slave eat. He was pleased that she had drunk all of her wine. The beverage had been laced with the extract of a vegetable that prevented pregnancy. His father had impressed upon him the need to keep his pet barren. Issues of secession would be thorny, there was no precedent for a Juriland royal ever having produced a child with a slave. There had been less of a problem for example when his renegade uncle had consorted with the daughter of farmers who worked his estate. The girl was given in marriage to a young peasant who agreed to protect the royal secret and raise the child as his own in exchange for a regular honorarium. But since slave offspring were technically slaves as well, a hornet's nest would ensue if Elle were to be found with child. 

For the next half hour the two hungry individuals ate mostly in silence as they devoured the first class meal. Elle was grateful to avoid talk about what would happen once the meal ended. Her completely cleared plate however forced her to raise her eyes and face Prince Adam. He wore a wolfish smile as he said, 

"Let us prepare for bed first."

Elle was startled to realize that her Master would be monitoring her bathroom habits. Not even her maids had watched Elle make waste. Despite her imploring expression, Prince Adam remained impassive. After what seemed like an eternity, the embarrassed former princess succeeded in relieving herself.

Elle then watched fascinated as her Master urinated. Outside of the horses in her stables, the young princess had never been in the presence of a pissing male. For the prince the relief was a double pleasure because she was at last able to free his manhood from the elastic that had strapped it to his leg. So intense had been his erections around his enticing slave that he felt sure that the device would lose its battle for control. 

Elle brushed her teeth, washed her hands and face and waited for her master to follow suit. Her heart was beating very intensely as Prince Adam took her arm and led her back into his bedroom. "You will be sleeping in the nude on all but the coldest nights. If you need warmth, snuggle up to my body. Hang your robe on that hook."

Elle did as told. A short time later she was seated before the prince pulling off his black shiny boots. Once the Prince's boots were off, Elle was commanded to remove his socks. He was clad now only in his pants and undershorts. Elle's hands were all aflutter as her Master stood and she unhooked his belt and reached for the button closure of the garment. Elle noticed the sizable bulge as her which appeared as soon as her soft hands met her master's flesh.

Elle tugged the trousers down and encountered her Master's boxers with what looked like it housed a tent post. Catching her breath Elle, pulled the shorts down and over the tent post and her eyes beheld her first male erection. Price Adam's smile widened as he witnessed his slave's eyes enlarge with wonder as she beheld his manhood.

"That, my slave, is called an erection. It is the symbol that a man is aroused. Without relief they become quite painful for a man. Your "job," for lack of a better term, is to take care of these for me. With stimulation I will receive relief, I will find that stimulation in your hands, your mouth, your anus and your sex."

Prince Adam chuckled inwardly as he watched his slave drink in this information.

"Now slave, please go to the bed, draw down the sheets, and climb in." 

With a mixture of curiosity and fear, Elle performed as instructed. She pulled the sheets over her nudity and watched her Master approach the bed. She noted that his erection seemed to throb of its own volition. Without preamble Prince Adam slid into bed and began to kiss Elle. 

Starting at her lips, Adam worked his way gently down Elle's body. The former princess could not believe that her breasts could be so sensitive as the experienced price teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue. Like it was happening to a stranger, Elle noted that she was breathing heavily. The wonderful feeling in her loins once Prince Adam began stimulating her sex with his mouth caught Elle completely by surprise. Abstractly she wondered if the lack of hair contributed to the wondrous sensation. Elle heard someone moan. It was a woman's voice. Then Prince Adam's head and shoulders appeared above the covers. He kissed the stimulated princess and then guided his manhood into her sex. 

For Elle, there was a moment of pain as her hymen tore, but her Master proceeded to enter her slowly. Elle had never felt so full as when Adam's manhood filled her. He rose to his elbows and began to rhythmically slide his penis in and out of her womanhood. Part of Elle felt like she was outside of her body watching the proceedings, her gasps of total bliss were completely alien to her. She felt the prince soften and the mixture of blood and semen seep out of her. 

"Well done, slave, well done," said the smiling prince soothingly. His body wrapped itself around Elle and he gently stroked and kissed her body. Elle was at a total loss for words before she was able to emit words that even she knew were inane, "Thank you, Master." 

Elle's mind was still processing what had happened to her while she laid in her Master's arms. If she was expected to do THIS regularly, her future was not one of unrelenting sadness. She returned the prince's kisses with more intensity than she had ever shown before. To her surprise, she felt the young prince stiffening once more.

"Shall we engage in the horizontal dance a second time, slave?" said the young prince solicitously. 

Elle was noncommittal but was soon plunged into anther sensation overload. If anything her senses were even more acute when the prince made love to her a second time. Once again the prince plunged his maleness into her femaleness and extracted an even louder series of moans from her throat. As the prince held her close a second time he whispered softly in her ear.

"Gently I will train you how to use the rest of your body to please me. I will strive to be a kind teacher if you strive to be an obedient pupil. Now I think that we should both get some sleep. It has been a very long day for both of us."

Elle closed her eyes and found herself fully relaxing in Prince Adam's arms. Although the former princess usually abhorred damp clothing, the wet spots in the bed did not bother her in the least. She drifted away to a slumber far more peaceful than she would have imagined when her day had begun.