The prince rode his horse through the gate. The guard saluted enviously. It was bad enough just being a prison guard, but this wasn't the usual prison. Every few months, the prince selected a few of the female prisoners to be sent here to be his toys. Sometimes the prince would even see a girl on the street and have her arrested on false charges so he could have her sent here. And so, the guard was envious. The girls here were beautiful, and every few nights, the prince would have his way with any of them that he wanted.
After passing through the gate, the prince reigned in his horse and dismounted. A page took the bridle and the prince walked through the massive oaken door of the small castle. His eyes took a few moments to adjust to the darkness inside. The stone room, and the passageway beyond were lit only by small torches in the wall.
The prince walked down the passageway. He removed a small iron key from a chain on his neck and fit it into the lock on a metal door. He opened the door and started descending the stairs behind it. The stairs led to the dungeon where the prisoners were kept. It wasn't the main door—it was the prince's private entrance. It led to a larger cell where the prince enjoyed his girls.
There were only two doors—the one at the bottom of the stairs where the prince came in, and another in the far wall. This second door led to the cells where the prisoners were kept. It was disguised to look exactly like the wall at the back of the cell-block so that any visitors to the prison wouldn't be able to see it. All the girls knew what would happen if they talked about what the prince did, and the guards were kept quiet with bribes from the prince's large fortune.
The walls of the cell were stone, as was the ceiling. The ceiling was quite high—easily twelve or fifteen feet. The walls weren't bare. There were chains hanging from metal rings. There were shelves containing all manner of things: from handcuffs and manacles and ropes to whips and blindfolds. There was a bed in one corner and a metal table against one wall. The room smelled of sex, and while it wasn't as dark as either the cells or the passageway that led to it, the dark stone of the walls, floor, and ceiling soaked up most of the light created by the many torches in the walls.
The prince walked into the cell, closing the door behind him. He took off his cloak and hung it on a peg in the wall. He walked to the other door and opened it. As he strode into the cellblock, he started looking around at the girls in the cells. He was looking for one girl in particular. A week before he had seen her with a basket in the marketplace in a local town. Three days later had had her arrested for conspiracy against the crown. She had arrived in his special dungeon two days later and this was his first visit since the. He was dying to try her out—to meld her to his will and make her obedient to his every wish.
But he couldn't start with her—it had been too long since he had been with a woman. He had to start with another girl—she would slake his lust so that he could focus on his new girl. And so he looked around the cellblock for a few moments before his glance crossed one of his old favorites. She was not quite five and a half feet tall. She wasn't thin or even slender, but fat or stocky wouldn't describe either. She had straight dark brown hair that hung to her shoulders but no lower. Her face was beautiful, but she wore an almost permanent expression of gravity or sadness. She did occasionally smile, and when she did, her face lit up as though illuminated by the sun. Her breasts were full, and her hips flared beautifully into her smooth thighs.
She had been a prisoner in the dungeon for many years. Unlike many of the girls, she had actually committed a crime; she had stolen the watch of a local magistrate and then tried to seduce him in order to escape jail time. She had been in prison since she was fifteen. Four years into her sentence, she had caught the eye of the prince. There were still several years left on her sentence, and the prince planned on enjoying them. Her name was Kathryn.
The prince strode to the door of her cell, unlocked it, and flung it open. She knew what that meant. She stood up and walked swiftly out the door and through the secret door into the prince's larger cell. Her cotton dress flowed behind her, and the prince watched her shapely legs where the dress flapped up revealing them. He wasn't planning on fucking her, but there were other things she could do for him; things that would make it possible to have a longer playtime with the new girl.
After Kathryn left, the prince followed her. He closed the secret door behind him. Kathryn was in the middle of the room, standing with her hands behind her back. She wore an off-white cotton dress. It was fairly low cut, exposing her cleavage, and it fit her well. If she jumped up and down, there was a good chance that a breast could pop out. The dress reached almost to the floor, but it was slit up both sides to just above her knees.
The prince walked up the Kathryn. He started running his fingers through her hair. He let his hands wander down her neck to her shoulders. Kathryn closed her eyes. He slid his hands under the straps of her dress. He slid the straps gently off her shoulders, and they hung loosely on her arms. The prince's hands wandered forward, and he began stroking her chest. She still hadn't moved her hands, but suddenly, the prince stopped and walked over to one of the shelves. He fumbled around for a brief moment, and then pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He walked behind her and cuffed her hands. Kathryn still hadn't moved. He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He looked over her shoulder and enjoyed the view down her dress.
The prince reached around her and pulled her dress down. Her ample breasts emerged, and he placed his hands around them. Kathryn started to move her hands until she found the bulge in his trousers. She took it in her hands and started massaging it. The prince fondled her breasts and enjoyed what her hands were doing. The bulge in his trousers grew. Finally the prince moved away from her. She didn't move. He walked around her and stood in front of her. Then, he reached out and grabbed her nipples. She gasped and struggled briefly against the handcuffs, but they held firm. The prince began pulling downward, and she was forced to follow. Eventually, she wound up on her knees in front of him.
She knew what was coming next, so she was not surprised when he unbuttoned his trousers. His cock sprang free, and he let it brush her cheek. Kathryn still didn't move. He grabbed a handful of her hair, making her gasp again, and he started moving her head so that her cheek continued brushing against his cock. A small streak of wetness began to form on her cheek.
The prince thought for a moment, and then walked back to the shelf. He rummaged around until he found what he wanted. He came back and knelt in front of Kathryn. She hadn't moved. The prince fastened a leather collar around her neck, and then attached a chain to it. Kathryn looked a little less calm—this was something she hadn't experienced before.
The prince once again stood in front of Kathryn and allowed his cock to brush her cheek again. The smoothness of her face felt so good, but he knew it was about to get much better. He let his cock moisten her lips. The head of his cock was sensitive that her lips were almost too much to take.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
