The princess awoke to find herself alone. All was quiet in her chambers, and there was no sign of the maid but a soft lingering perfume where her head had lain. Surprisingly, the morning found her feeling refreshed and alive, where before she had longed for flight.
On the sideboard was another glorious meal, which she set about devouring. She found she was rather famished. Four climaxes in one night will do that to a girl, she thought. Though she had known pleasures before, never had they been this strong or intense.
Even as she stood before the buffet, he legs still trembled a bit. With a moment's thought, she could recall each sensation, and as her mind touched on each, a shiver ran down her.
She thought over the events of the day past, how afraid she'd felt sitting in her cell, How proud and defiant she'd felt standing before the court, if not just a little aroused. The shame she'd felt touching herself before the Inquisitor, all the while his hungry eyes on her, and his cock growing hard beneath his robes. The Inquisitor's machine; how she'd feared it at first, only to be shocked by how much it pleasured how own body.
How mortifying to be spanked like a child before him, and oh, how softly her punisher had soothed her. These thoughts she brushed away, and found a sweet roll she had overlooked.
After breakfast, she indeed felt refreshed. She strolled among the perfumes and scented oils, finally selecting one with a soft hint of musk. Looking through her new clothes, she found a lovely indigo gown, not tight, but form fitting and flowy. After dressing, she busied her self, discovering what other secrets her chamber hid. She tried all of the lampstands, iron rings, loose stones, but found no other hidden rooms beside the one with the deep pool.
She did find all sorts of trunks and chests, each filled with spices, and oh! jewels! She plunged her hands arm deep into a chest of beautiful gems, and lets streams of stones run down through her fingers. On tables she found other lovely items, golden hairbrushes and pins, and a large trunk bearing a strange lock. Try as she might, she found she could not open the trunk, or even guess as to its contents. When she tried to lift it, she found it was heavy, and when shaken, made a sound not unlike the strange long devices the Inquisitor has used in his machine.
Frustrated, she abandoned the chest, an instead scanned the books which lined her shelves. At last she found the book she'd nearly pulled the night before, and slid it out. On its cover was writing she'd never seen before, and once open, found woodcuts and illuminated pages showing scenes she'd never imagined.
Everywhere images of men, women, with each other, by themselves, together in great masses, long cocks jutting out, breasts erect. As she paged through the book, often her hands stopped at a particular position or activity she found intriguing, absorbing the images like water.
She'd been looking through the book for some time, when she noticed a new sound. Not so much a new sound, but one she now knew. The chime. Somewhere in the castle, the Inquisitor had thrown the chime, and now it beckoned for her.
She closed the book and returned it to its place, before looking all round her chambers, searching for some window, or peephole. Somehow, the Inquisitor was watching somewhere. He had to have been to know she'd disobeyed him before. But she could find none. She debated whether she was even being observed, but truthfully, she did not care for another spanking. Besides, she had made an oath, and she would not break it again.
Slowly as the chime died away princess began to slowly unlace her bodice. She softly laid down on her bed, her top open, her full breasts standing out. Ever so softly, her hand began to gently brush her nipple, first the right, then the left, before her other hand did the same. Her fingertips caressed and pulled her nipples, feeling them grow hard beneath her touch. Her mind flashed upon her bath with the maid, and she felt them grow even harder. Her tongue remembered the taste, and with it, she felt herself grow wet.
She pressed herself into more of a sitting position, and using her hand, raised her nipples to her mouth, sucking each in turn, 'til they were stiff and aching. Her tongue remembered the taste of the maid's, and she grew wetter still.
She left her left to attend her breast, and with her right hand, began to rub her very wet sex. She was surprised to find how aroused she was. Somehow, she was being watched, and that thought aroused her even more. Soon, her fingers were no longer playing, they were sliding into herself. One two, three, she felt shudders begin to rise up, and her hand abandoned her breast to find her clitoris waiting for it.
Her hips began to buck as she grew more and more excited. Soon, her two and three fingers had become four, and then five, as she tried what she had discovered with the maid, but found it was nearly too much, and had to settle for four. Even so, she came strong and long, as her fingers made sloshing noises as they slid inside of her.
As her tremors subsided, she surprised her self again, by licking each finger, savouring her own taste, until they were clean. She blushed at her actions, and then she suppressed a giggle.
Drawing her breasts back into her gown, she laced it again, and smoothed the fabric. No sooner was she finished than she heard boot-heels in the corridor, and keys at the lock. The heavy door swung open, and in strode her captor.
"Good morning, princess," he said. "I am glad to see you had a restful night. And I am most pleased to find you in a more agreeable mood."
Though he still wore the cloak and hood, a small ray of light alighted on his ckeekbone, and she could see one bright and shiny, but very dark eye. She thought even that he might be smiling, but just as quick, he turned away with a rustle of cloth.
