Captive Princess

he sound of cavalry bearing armor clad warriors seemed as deafening as thunder. King Gustav knew that the battle and his kingdom was lost. He would go down fighting however. The old King donned his ancient armor and hefted the sword of his youth.

He intended to meet the enemy just outside the gates of his fortress. He would die as he had lived, upon his own terms. There was one matter of business to yet attend to.

"Orella, come and listen my child."

A beautiful lass appeared. Her ivory complexion was offset with deep black ebony hair, her eyes grey and flashing. Arriving with her were her aged nurse and young tutor. A cadre of elite guards stood at attention ready to protect the three.

Orella had arrived in the twilight of the ancient king's life. She had been his delight and solace as he had seen her older brothers taken by war, assassination and plague. Once the old king had lost the girl's mother, life would have had no meaning if not for the presence of his daughter. Now his life was spent. Even in his vigorous youth he could not have withstood today's odds in battle.

"Yes father?" the comely woman said in a lilting, melodic voice.

"Daughter, there is no doubt that I go to my death tonight. This fortress and my realm shall come to an end. You however must go on and must remain unmolested. These men," he indicated the guards, "will smuggle you out through a hidden entrance known only to myself. They will protect you as you make your way to Hareta. I have the solemn word of King Rudolph there that he will protect you and keep you safe. King Rudolph has manly sons of marrying age, you could have your pick of them and continue to live as a princess in the luxury you are used to. I am sorry that I can not provide you with a proper dowry. Your nurse has some mementos from your mother in her rucksack as well as a letter of transit and King Rudolph's vow. Kiss me for a final time, I want to leave this world with the glorious blessing of one of your kisses upon my lips."

"Oh father!" Orella cried. "Is there no other way? Must I steal out of my own home as a burglar? You have always been the most wonderful of fathers. I will always love you and I know that no man will ever measure up to you."

"Thank you daughter but there is no other option, I will not see you taken as a spoil of war."

With that the fair princess embraced her father and kissed him. Her eyes were thick with tears as she watched him turn, straighten his armor, and make for the main doorway of the fortress.

Orella's nurse placed a hooded cloak about her charge's form. Her lovely face and hair disappeared into deep shadows. The looseness of the cloak veiled the young woman's alluring form from prying eyes. In silence the trio of women entered the sheltering protection of the guards and made their way to the bowels of the fortress. Some time later the small band exited the fortress through a false wall. They had to crawl on hands and knees to clear the passage but in short order all were safely removed from the building. Another guard waited just a few meters away with horses for each of them. The leader of the guards saw to the safe mounting of the princess, her tutor and her nurse, had his men mount and off into the night they all rode like the wind.

After dawn the tiny travelling party made camp in the shelter of a hillock. A simple tent was erected for the use and modesty of the women and the guards slept in shifts around it. Princess Orella complained about soreness from the ride and her nurse massaged the tender flesh of the ivory skinned woman. Her tutor took advantage of the time and began to read a lesson to her pupil. The tutor was not much older than her student but she had had many years of schooling.

The daughter of a professor she had been teaching even before she had come to womanhood. Tall and lean, pink and blonde, she looked nothing like the beautiful princess. Despite their coming from two such different worlds the two had become fast friends, Orella considered Hannah the best teacher she had ever had. The only thing the shy tutor could not tell Orella much about was men, a subject that the young princess found increasingly fascinating.

Her nurse, Cordellia however, filled Orella's head with all of the dangers men represented. Her nurse had a low opinion of every man on the planet save the late King Gustav. Cordellia had had many lovers and was disappointed with every one. Orella sometimes thought that her nurse was correct when she felt the unwanted and unseemly stares of one of her father's guards. On the other hand she often had wonderful talks with her own late lamented brothers and tradesmen or other gentlemen that called upon her father at the fortress. "The truth must lie," she told her tutor, "somewhere in the middle."

The raiding party seemingly came from nowhere. The women in the tent awoke to the sounds of screams, loud footfalls and clashing swords. Cordellia hastily dressed Orella and threw the cloak about her body. Hanna struggled into her clothes and gathered her books and papers. The sound of battle was replaced with the even more frightening sound of silence and the occasional groan. At once a saber blade cut open the lashing of the front door of the tent. Following the blade was a muscular arm and at last the dusky visage of a Faron Raider! Behind him came three of his duplicates. Orella emitted a scream and Cordella moved herself in front of the Princess. The tutor simply stared slack jawed.

In moments the women's hands were tied behind their backs and they were led at saber point to a humongous and profoundly ugly and battle scared chieftain. The man approached the women and eyed them carefully. He pushed back Orella's hood and gasped. "Perhaps this raid will be successful after all." the man croaked. The hideous chieftain turned and said.

"Summon the women to process these three. If any man so much as reaches a hand towards the dark haired one, kill him where he stands."

Hanna was crying profusely, Cordellia simultaneously grumbled and vowed to protect Orella. As for the Princess, she was too proud to cry and also too sheltered to understand the nature of what was about to happen to her. She walked in sad silence between her nurse and her tutor. As the trio was led towards a distant wagon Orella was struck by the sight of her few surviving guards being compelled to strip at saber point. Orella had had a protected childhood. Her late brothers had all been far older than she and had shielded her always. Orella had been taught by her tutors that men had an appendage where women had an opening. Hanna had even shown Orella some illustrations of naked men but now the princess saw that reality was quite different from artifice. Naked the men were as different from one another as a group of naked women. Yet they also bore remarkable similarities. Their manhood also varied. Orella assumed that the illustrations were accurate in all major respects. Now she knew the truth. Despite her current predicament the princess found herself enthralled by the naked guards. A sad Orella lost sight of them as her captors bade her forward.

At last the women's long march ended at a caravan wagon. A dusky woman wearing a turban and a white muslin dress approached the lead soldier guarding the captives. She shouted and several other women exited the large wagon. Some of the women bore swords, in short order the trio was herded into the caravan. Their bindings were cut. Orella thought that she was dreaming when she heard the turbaned woman ordered her to strip.

"I am Princ ..." She was cut short by her nurse applying all of her substantial weight on one of Orella's toes.

"The young miss will be happy to comply," said Codellia. "Pay no attention to her short temper."

Orella looked puzzled at her nurse but she new her guardian well enough that she always had her best interests at heart and it was usually best to listen to her. Cordellia nodded and a dejected princess began to shed her clothes. She delayed the final unveiling as long as she could but at last her final garment fluttered to the floor of the caravan. Orella thought that the three of them naked made an astonishing contrast. Hanna, thin and bony with a shock of blonde hair upon her head, contrasting sharply with the pinkish tinge of her skin. Her thin legs seemed to sprout straight out from the tuft of blonde fur that surmounted her pelvis, Cordella, hefty to the point of nearly being obese with her large pendulous breasts and sagging flesh. Every hair of her head and even the hair covering her sex was bright grey. Orella considered herself. Long legs, a firm rump, flat stomach and breasts that her nurse had told her other woman would die for. She considered her dark eyes and grey eyes her best feature but some of the diplomats who had called upon her father told her that her face was angelic. Unlike Hanna, Orella made no effort to hide herself.

The Faron women began talking among themselves in their native language. To Orella's ear it sounded a bit like music. The turbaned woman conducted a minute inspection of each woman in turn. The princess was extremely angry by the time the woman was done. The final indignity was saved for last as she plunged her thumb into Orella's sex. Orella had no idea what the woman had discovered but the face of the turbaned woman positively lit up and she smiled broadly. She wore a very similar smile after examining Hannah as well. After a commotion two metallic devices were produced and locked around Orella and Hanna's loins.

The turbaned woman took Cordellia aside and spoke in her ear for some time. When she finished the nurse addressed the younger captives.

"Young miss, Miss Hanna, the devices are to preserve your maidenheads. Neither of you has lain with a man and you are therefore "very valuable and will bring a fine price at the market.""

Hanna burst into tears upon hearing this and Orella simply stared in shock. At last the women were given brief rough spun garments to wear. Orella thought that it must have been some foul joke. The garment was a simple rectangle of cloth with holes for her head and arms. Once donned Orella noted with horror that the garment stopped very high upon her thighs. Never in all her life had she ever worn a garment as scant as this, Most of the other women left the caravan. The women were herded off to one side of the wagon and upon a signal from the turbaned woman some hatches on the roof were opened and some wooden bars lowered fastened in place. The women were caged with no possibility of escape. The turbaned woman smiled as she hung a dark tapestry over the bars plunging the women into total darkness. The caravan began to roll.

In their dark and mobile prison the women rapidly lost track of time. They had to share the few water vessels and, humiliatingly, all had to share the same chamber pot. Attending to their needs in total darkness was difficult and all three had ended up at least somewhat befouled. An unknown time later the caravan came to a stop.The black tapestry was pulled away and all of the women were dazzled by the light. Once they regained their sight the three were stunned at how filthy and bedraggled they had become.

The bars of the prison were lifted as other dusky women entered the caravan. In short order the three had their hands bound and were roped together. They were led into the daylight. To her considerable displeasure the first face they met outside was that of the repulsive Faron chieftain. He was seated at a table with Hanna's books, Orella's clothes and Cordellia's rucksack. To Orella's further consternation, the chieftain's eyes took a very unwelcome tour of the princess's bare flesh. The man began to speak in his deep toad like voice, despite that handicap he spoke Orella's language well.

"Greeting princess Orella, tutor Hanna Astrin and royal nurse Cordellia, The three of you have come down quite far in the world have you not?" The man then roared with laughter.

"It was not hard to discern who you were by your possessions. Ordinarily a royal princess would be left unmolested and ransomed back to her kingdom. However the late King Gustav no longer sits upon his throne and the kingdom he represented no longer exists. Oh we recovered your letter of transit and your father's pleas to King Rudolph to marry you off to one of his sons. Without a dowry, however what do you offer one of Rudolph's sons other than your considerable good looks? We COULD transport you to Rudolph's Kingdom of Hareta but we do not feel that the reward he would offer for an undowryed princess would be worth the time or effort. If accounts of your beauty that our women have given us are to be believed, and I can see with my own eyes that they are likely true, then we can get a far higher price for you at the slave markets of this city."

Orella's head fell to her chest as the chieftain uttered his words.

The man's harsh voice continued. "Your tutor is not much in the looks department but her education and teaching talents make her valuable to the right buyer. It is likely that she will continue her profession in a short while. Of course she will no longer receive any payment for teaching after today!" with that the man roared with mirth.

"As to your nurse, perhaps she will be purchased as a present for a grieving grandfather, or perhaps she will simply be taken as a scullery maid. At any rate she should fetch at least a few credits!" Again the man laughed,

"Now it is time for the three of you to be readied for market. You, princess and tutor should be very happy that you are both virgins. Virgins are only sold to the most demanding and richest of customers. If he sees you as investment potential he may buy you but keep you in chastity. The maidenhead of one such as yours, FORMER princess, is a VERY valuable object indeed."

With that the man nodded at the turbaned woman and she and her dark complected associates led the three women to a large. building. As the trio made their way through the streets Orella marveled at the architecture and the cleanliness of the city. At once she realized that this must be the famous Shar. Shar made its money through the sale of human flesh. A tax was placed on each transaction involved with the process of making slaves. Shar was so adept at the process that other nations brought their slaves to Shar to be trained and sold, receiving a portion of the sales in exchange. It was a very lucrative operation for all involved, save of course, the slaves themselves.

Slaves came from war conquests, the debtor rolls, destitute parents who could no longer afford their children, and certain types of criminal behavior. Nearly every nation in the world engaged in slavery. Princess Orella's now lost kingdom had been one of the few exceptions.

The walk through the streets was long yet the street was smooth under the women's bare feet. As they walked Orella attracted considerable attention. The attention only increased when a wind updraft briefly exposed the former princess from the neck down. To Orella, nothing, absolutely nothing was more mortifying then that moment. The women and their captors arrived at the blindingly white building. The turbaned woman spoke to a clerk at the door in her native tongue and produced a number of credit and half credit coins. They were granted entry to the building. Once inside Orella and the others were untied and their ropes unbound. Ringing the walls within the great open building were archers. The turbaned woman explained that on her signal an archer would shoot any slave she pointed to dead. "Obedience ALWAYS if you want to live." She said.

Orella glanced at the surrounding bowmen. She had no doubt that the threat was a serious one. Next the turbaned woman removed the brief garments of all three captives. She then removed the chastity devices from Hanna and the princess. Orella never felt more naked. Ordered to keep silent they were led into a room that turned out to be a bath, Uniformed attendants led each woman away, each in a different direction. Orella wished to say her goodbyes to her companions but the attendant made a motion with her flail when Orella opened her mouth to speak.

She was led to a pool where naked attendants wearing distinctive head wear began washing and massaging Orella. Despite the awfulness of her situation the princess felt pleasure and the expert ministrations of these women. After being washed head to toe, Orella was lead from the water and dried. Her hair was braided and she was compelled to lie on a board. Before Orella could react her arms and legs were spread wide and fastened in place. She could not move a muscle.

Next she was lathered with some cream everywhere below her neck, the slight burning sensation revealed to Orella that the cream was a depilatory. Orella had been very proud of her raven haired quim. She liked how her hair protected her there like a winter coat. It had always been thick and luxurious and she would miss it dearly. The board was rotated and the back removed. The cream was applied to every inch of Orella's backside as well. After being returned right side up Orella was left spreadeagled for over fifteen minuets. Finally she was released helped to her feet and sent to stand in a shower until every trace of the cream was washed away.

There were mirrored surfaces in the bath house. Orella was shocked at haw small and vulnerable she appeared to be without hair.She was led to a wing of the building above the door she was able to read in her own language "Virgins Only." Orella recognized some of the other languages above the door but most were an utter mystery to her. Once she was through the vestibule a large and stern looking attendant hastily measured Orella, and a new chastity device was slid about her loins. The princess surmised that the metal was the valuable and new stainless steel. The metal was very expensive and difficult to produce, if Shar could use it for a thing such as a chastity device they must be very rich indeed.

at long last she was led to a small cell and locked in. For the first time the attendant leading her spoke. "Lucky for you that you are a virgin. Your quim and your ass will not be penetrated as part of your training but EVERY slave, male or female, old, or young, fat or slim virgin or whore will be expected to excel at giving oral pleasure to both males and females. Your training in those arts will begin tomorrow. If you are an apt pupil you will be ready for sale in two weeks. If you take longer to train then that you will be punished severely. Every day that you delay your sale through inattentiveness or inability costs us money. The more money you cost us the more you will be punished. In the end you WILL be trained and you WILL be sold. NOTHING that you can do will prevent that from happening. Your best course of action is to settle in and apply yourself diligently. Is that clear? "

Orella nodded her head.

"I can't hear you!"

"Yes Ma'm." replied Orella dully.

Orella's eyes took in her cell. There was just enough room for her to lie on the soft mat on the floor. There was a commode that doubled as a sink and nothing else. Orella was about to throw herself into a good cry when she heard someone approach. Another attendant was leading Hanna to cell just diagonal from Orella's own! The former princess remained silent while the attendant told Hanna the very same things she had told Orella, Even the threats were identical. Once the woman left Orella made her presence known to her former tutor.

Hanna looked pinker than ever without her hair. Somehow she appeared even taller and skinnier. Hanna was also clad in a chastity belt but she also wore a collar around her neck with a word repeated in several languages. At last Orella was able to discern the word tutor, the two began talking.