All characters in this story are over eighteen years old.
The story contains sexual domination, non consent and anal sex.
'The Who' and 'The Scene' create the situation.
'The Act' contains the long detailed interaction.
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Anthony came into a world where no one was born with 'fundamental rights'. A lifetime wasn't dragged too long and in that short period of time people could have had anything they wanted; if they could take it.
------------------The Who-------------------------
He had been crowned king when he was just six, after his father's tragic death in a war; and, his mother, the queen, had to take over the administrative responsibilities.
Not wanting to lose her only son in another pointless war she ordered the transformation of the kingdom into a wholly mercantile society. All aggressive agendas were abandoned and in time, their kingdom flourished.
Little Anthony's innocent childhood was provided with the best the known world could offer.
Silken clothing from the Far East; horses from Mongolia; exotic spices and medicine were brought in from other mysterious lands where bearded men were said to chant magical verses.
For a large sum, a man brought in from the west introduced him to art, culture and all things subtle; and that was when he got his first glimpse at the "gender difference"; although it was only a painting.
It dominated his dreams for months.
That, probably, was what had encouraged him to approach a maid (engaged busily in chatter) and had told her innocently that he wanted to feel her chest, much to her amusement.
Life went on; he feasted on tender meat and the sweetest fruit. He was the son of a king and it was obvious he deserved nothing but the best.
As he grew he was trained in swordsmanship and horse mastery, it made him feel superior to the other lesser men.
He proved often that he could be cruel and unyielding; but still felt insignificant when his playmates, all boys of his own age boasted of 'women' who allowed their every demand, but for a certain price.
In his eighteenth year, he was nothing but an inexperienced king who had only grown large bones because of the food and vigorous life.
He had followed them, of course, into darkened alleys and dim lit rooms where he was just an ordinary man.
In the darkness, a woman had helped him realize his bodily functions, after which, she told him that God had cast out 'man' and 'woman' from their garden for this very reason.
She had joked "This is your first sin."
From his childhood he was bathed in the finest fragrances that civilization had discovered, by young maidens chosen from across their land for their soft skin and tender fingers lest their massaging felt too harsh on his skin.
He had demanded this practice continue well past his childhood. He enjoyed a strange satisfaction when he felt their skins rub against his own.
------------------The Scene-----------------------
Four girls sat conversing, awaiting a prince's arrival, sharing little details of their lives.
They were sitting in a stone hall lighted with burning torches on either side. A huge bath lay fixed into the floor in the center as steam rose off the warmed water.
Among them was Catherine (and she was here for the first time).
Her friend Juliet had been sick and had requested Catherine to go instead.
Juliet had told her that a young prince was to be bathed and all that was required of Catherine was to hand out the soap and towels when required; Catherine had agreed. Juliet's younger sister Elizabeth and two other women were her company.
Catherine sat wearing a dull yellow dress that stuck to her body because of the steam and her own sweat. Her mascara lined eyes came alive as she spoke excitedly and she kept brushing aside the curly dark hair that kept falling over her face.
Her feminine charm was prominent, with a small pointy nose, a confident chin and a long neck.
At 24, her youthful body swayed in sudden girlish animation.
She was to get married in a month and she exclaimed proudly "Men are simply so easy to handle. It didn't take a week after Robert saw me before I started finding him everywhere I went; he was like a mad little puppy."
The other girls nodded wildly in agreement and a bit of envy.
"Only after a month did I finally choose to talk to him."
"But you won't believe it, when at last he finally stood facing me; he simply had nothing to say," she complained.
"So much for their manliness and their muscles," and saying so, she raised her own arm imitating the classic body builder. They all burst out laughing.
Elizabeth, who had just turned eighteen, decided that the man deserved more sympathy. "But, Catherine, he loves you with all his heart. Aren't you happy you are going to be married?"
Pouting her lips into a lewd kiss, Catherine teased back "Oooooh, someone here is being a good girl," and the others burst out laughing with her.
Actually, having been a farmer's daughter she was quite lucky to have won the admirations of Robert, the only son of a rich merchant. But, in truth, she realized she could think of any reason to say 'no'.
She did actually like the idea of having to live in a big house, and have servants of her own. And she had heard that Robert, having gone mad with his 'puppy love', had ordered an exquisite diamond ring made for her.
The news about this ring had finally helped her settle the confusion.
She had been in 'love' before and it had ended with her naked and bleeding under a guy when she was only eighteen.
She had given 'love' another chance but, that too had gradually faded; it had remained a bad memory. "Perhaps, matrimony is a better deal" she thought.
But, Robert was not like other men; he was sweet and gentle, in fact, a little too mild for a 'man'. So she had convinced herself that 'all men were created in extremes'.
Even when they were alone and even after she had encouraged his ego, he'd never initiate any romance. The only things he talked about were 'flowers' and 'clothing' and 'jewellery.' He simply helped her around and opened doors for her, which was just getting boring.
Elizabeth, trying to sound older, asked her again "Sooo, have you ever done it with Robert?"
Catherine, pausing purposely for a long time, said "Yes".
Elizabeth gasped.
Trying to provoke her even more, Catherine added "As my future husband, he can demand that I pleasure him in any way he wants. Just last evening, he undressed me and rubbed me in places you cannot even imagine."
(But, in truth, Catherine had spent the last night struggling to fall asleep after Robert had lectured her, saying "I am not supposed to touch you, because you are not my wife yet." She wept at his self-righteousness.)
Elizabeth couldn't help wondering aloud "so, is it very big?"
Taunting her younger companion, Catherine asked innocently "How big is what?" and all the three started giggling, leaving poor Elizabeth, red with embarrassment and very angry.
Enjoying this humor, Catherine took Elizabeth's bony forearm and after measuring it carefully, whispered "This big, at least!"
Elizabeth's legs closed together instinctively and she gasped in horror "Nooo.. you liar" only to have the others laugh at her again.
Catherine, feeling defensive, added "Aren't you the one giving the prince a bath everyday? I'm sure you must have examined how big he is."
All other three went silent.
