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"Prelude"
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In a kingdom on the cusp on the 20th century, the old guard still reigns. While the rest of Europe industrializes, this kingdom remains stagnant, unperturbed by the movement of time. Peasants still toil in the field completely subservient to the bloated and decadent nobility. No constitution or written law dictates the actions of the ruling class. They rule absolute.
It is in this context that our story takes place. A spoiled Baroness named Alexis Von Tromp, sits at her desk writing in a supremely narcissistic diary. The world is seemingly at her fingertips, yet even as she diligently writes her selfish prose a plot thickens, miles away, a plot that will be her unraveling. It will lead her down a path she never imagined for herself, a path unthinkable to her current state. She will become a prisoner to her own primal lust and an unrivaled need for adulation and power.
Dear Diary,
I send off tomorrow to meet my love. My family has paid a considerable dowry to the King and Queen in order to arrange my marriage to the High Prince Philip. This is the only option for me, as I find every other man in the kingdom disgusting and wretched. I have had my sights on Prince Philip for all my life. A marriage to him will complete my destiny to become queen. I can envision it now, I can taste victory, my quest for absolute power will finally have been achieved. This this is what I crave. this is what I need. It is no wonder the prince chose me, for some say I am the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, and I would agree.
Archibald will accompany me. Archibald is a pathetic lout, but he is impossibly loyal to me. It benefits me greatly however that that he lusts after me so. I must admit I get some pleasure in making him squirm. When I change my clothing in front of him, I see him sweat and stew with a certain pathetic desire. He knows I am too good for him, but he desperately wants what he cannot have. It is my belief that Archibald would murder on my command. The thought of ordering him to murder and having them do it fills me with a somewhat disturbing amount of pleasure.
Occasionally as a reward for Archibald I allow Archibald to use his tongue to pleasure me, this is our secret, it means nothing to me, I do not consider it a sexual act with another person, for Archibald is a mere tool for me. It feels it is beneath me to use my own hand to fondle myself to climax, it has always brought me joy to use the mouths of servants, call it a guilty pleasure. To fully confess, I myself have an unnatural need for sexual gratification. Yet for my whole life the only sexual partner that I feel is worthy of me is the High Prince Philip. Now I am giddy with excitement for my lifelong dreams are coming true. I can finally be satisfied the way I deserve to be satisfied.
On the bumpy road through the countryside towards the prince's palace, Alexis peers out at the window at the peasants farming near a rural village.
"Look at them toil. Isn't it obvious that this world is not for them, but for us? By us, I mean royals, not you Archibald!"
"Yes, my majesty." Archibald eagerly replied.
"Only a minority of people can truly have everything, isn't it glorious that the masses have to toil, simply so the few of us can live in absolute pleasure? Yet some peasants want for more. Don't they realize that if they were compensated for their toil and the wealth they produce was spread, no one could live like me, or the other royals? Is it right and good, that at least some of us can have all we desire?" Alexis said haughtily.
"Yes, yes, this is a brilliant theory, it is true," Archibald replied, staring at Alexis wide-eyed.
Alexis had met the prince various times, but this visit was for the future husband and wife to get to know each other, the other times they had met, it had been in formal settings. Now after the initial feast, they were to be able to spend time alone together. It was imperative that Alexis impress the prince to the fullest, as the prince could call off the engagement.
After a day and a half of travel, Alexis reached the extravagant palace of the prince. Despite the lateness of their arrival, the prince greeted Alexis at the front gates flanked by guards holding kerosene lights.
"My, Lady." The prince kissed Alexis' hand as she exited her carriage. He fancied himself a true gentleman.
"Your highness." Alexis responded.
"I am afraid we cannot congregate for long. I very much look forward to your company, but I must get sleep for I have very important matters to settle in the morning tomorrow. I hope you understand. I have, news and a very important proposal for you."
Alexis nodded and smiled politely, yet she was disappointed, she wanted the prince to fawn over her and do her bidding, for that was how she was used to being treated. She expected the same from the prince.
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"Archibald Pleasures Alexis"
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Dear Diary,
Whenever I see the prince I have an overwhelming desire to drop to my knees and envelope his member into my mouth. I want to feel his cock on my lips and tongue. I have fantasized about kissing the tip of his erect cock, of licking its underbelly. I yearn to hear pleasurable moans seep out of his mouth. I wish to feel his cock slide down my tongue and into my throat. I wish to drive him insane with lust. As our wedding draws near my excitement grows, even now just writing about these thoughts, I am becoming lubricated, readying myself for him.
I want him to take me onto our lover's bed and rip my dress and undergarments off my body. I will swoon as I see the uncontrolled look in his eyes, I long for him to need me. It will be my turn to moan with pleasure as he cups and suckles at my bare breasts. Suddenly I will feel his tongue lapping at my nethers, my hips bucking and thrusting, my wetness drenching his face.
Finally, he cannot control himself, he turns me over onto my hands and knees, my arse jutting upwards like some beast in heat. I am overwhelmed by the pleasure of his hard cock entering me. His thrusts are slow and deep, he grips my hair and pulls my head back, I am immobilized in pleasure. I claw at the sheets as his hard stomach slaps against my arse. I am beckoning him now pushing into his thrusts which are much faster and harder than they were before. His moans getting louder, releasing my hair as he buckles over in pleasure. I cannot take it, I scream into the bed covers to muffle my pleasure. I feel his spunk shoot into me and he cries out a guttural noise of pleasure. We collapse...spent.
Baroness Alexis Von Tromp put down her diary and let out a sigh. She had arrived at Prince Philip's palace late in the night with her trusty servant Archibald. She was betrothed to marry the prince in a few short weeks. It had been her life's aspiration to marry into power. Prince Philip was someone all the other noblewomen fawned over, he was young, handsome and slated to become the king, he was the top prize in the whole kingdom. In a world where monarchies were losing power, either being outright toppled or having their power lessened by parliaments, Philip's family ruled their small kingdom absolutely. Alexis felt as though she was destined to live a life where her every need was satisfied. Alexis was willing to do whatever it took to reach her goals, she had a sociopathic streak in her and a certain sadism she could barely hide. She took great pleasure in ordering servants around and humiliating them when she could. Alexis also liked the feeling when her underlings looked upon her in fear.
"ARCHIBALD!" Alexis harshly cried out.
"Yes, Baroness." The loyal Archibald was standing in front of the Baroness almost immediately.
