And so the days went on. One melted into another, each filled up with delight after delight, pleasures on top of maddening pleasures. Some days she would remain all alone in her chambers, spending her hours consumed in some novel of lust or scroll of erotic drawings. Other days the Inquisitor would collect her, and introduce her to another machine. Each she would attempt to resist, and each time she would succumb to desire again and again. Most evenings, the Inquisitor would come to her chambers and have her pleasure herself before him, or watch the maid instruct the princess in some new and exotic way.
After their sessions, the princess would watch as the maid pleasured the master. Some times she was allowed to join in, but only to a limited degree. She was never allowed to have her master's cock, neither in her mouth, nor her warm sex down below. On a few occasions, he might cram himself into the princess' rear, but in her sex she was denied. Though she relished it not, she began to grow accustomed to his member inside her rear, so that it did not pain her anymore. In fact, though she dared not admit it even to her own self, the princess grew to where she enjoyed the feeling of it, the extra stimulation.
She was allowed to leave her chambers on occasion, but most times was accompanied by the maid. On these excursions, they often encountered the Inquisitor. Outside of their sanctum, he was a very strict master.
If he passed them and the princess' lips did not glisten to his satisfaction, or if her lips were closed tight, he would punish her in some small way. He would direct them to some darkened corner, and would watch as the princess suckled the maid to his satisfaction. He would have her raise her skirts and be spanked.
On one such occasion, they passed the Inquisitor in a narrow passageway as he walked with a lieutenant of the Queen's guards. The princess did not bow to his liking, and he stopped short, immediately commanding her to place her hands against the wall of the passage. He had the maid spank her bare-assed, right there, in front of both their master and the guard. The princess' cheeks flamed with embarrassment, and so she was denied her morning chimes for nearly a week. As the days ticked by, her loins burned to be satisfied, so accustomed had they grown to their daily stimulations.
At last he would relent, and the princess would be allowed back into his good graces. So quickly she would climax after such a lengthy period of denial. Often after such chastisement, he would bring her to some new machine, and pleasure her until she could take no more.
And so the princess' days passed. She became quite accustomed to her life in the castle, and no longer felt as a prisoner. She devoured her lessons with growing intensity, often shocking both the maid and their master with new tricks and talents.
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One evening, just as the sun's light drifting down from the windows above had failed, the door to the princess's chamber swung inward to reveal the Inquisitor. He was cloaked as before, but his hood was down. The princess was surprised to find flowing chestnut locks atop. Several unruly curls slipped down over his masked face. His hair was shot through with streaks of silver-grey, and his beard seemed a little greyer than she'd noticed before. On his neck, 'neath his ear, the princess could see a ragged scratch.
"I have reconsidered your rules regarding your run of the castle. If you will not attempt escape, I will not bar your door. You may come and go as you wish, but only during the day. Do you hear, princess? You shall not leave these chambers after dark."
"Yes, my lord." replied the princess.