Undeniable Reality Chapter 2 - One last time
*All characters are over 18. If you haven't read the first chapter you might be a little confused about the events of this one. Please let me know how I did and where I could improve. Cheers and happy reading!*
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After a third orgasm Tyla fell onto her bed. Everytime she went for her nightly adventure she called it she would come back to her room and touch herself in ways that her father would definitely disapprove.
It was almost morning. Although a princess should be up early she never was. Always sleeping in for most of the morning and only getting out of bed close to lunch time. Not only was she quite exhausted after being shackled into a cold dungeon but it also left a few bruises from time to time. Whenever she would convince Blaine to actually use the whip on her or to even hit her.
She would always awake a bit sore from her adventures of the night. Adventure that must remain secret. If her father found out he might just kill her instead of risking the people knowing that the princess of the Holy Empire is a bondage slut that likes semen all over her and being choked by a collar and leash... just the thought of it almost gave her a fourth orgasm.
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1 hour before lunch
After a few well deserved hours of sleep and wet dreams Princess Tyla awoke. Getting up rather quickly she looked at all the dresses she could wear. Some had gold sowed into them, others diamonds and crystals... it bored her to see all these over the top dresses. She secretly wished she could go into the dungeon and fetch that ripped up one and wear it.
Tyla imagined the face of disgust her father would make. It made her chuckle a bit. Finally she chose a simple and classic peach white dress. She would use this one tonight. Although she was a bit nervous about having sex with Blaine.
Before she could think about it more her stomach grumbled of hunger. She was starving. Putting on her dress she went downstairs towards the kitchens. The cooks were busy preparing a feast for lunch. Roasted ham with some sort of exotic fruit called pineapple. It gave the meat a generous sweet taste. It also gave Blaine's semen a much more preferable taste...
Breaking herself out of her sexual trans once more she went to see the head cook.
"Looks and smells delicious Gero." Complimented Tyla on the chef's once again valiant culinary skills.
"Why thank you Princess Tyla," replied the old cook as he bowed, "Anything special I can make for you for dessert Ma'am? Maybe some chocolate truffles with some wine sauce?"
Tyla loved truffles. She wasn't allowed any kind of alcohol. Orders from her father to keep her "pure" as he called it. Well... if only he knew how "un-pure" young Tyla was. That would be one hell of a revelation to him anyway.
But Gero was like a grandfather to Tyla. Always making her treats whenever he could and sometimes letting her drink the remainder of wine cups. But the truffles with wine sauce had to be her favorite.
"Ooooh yes Gero... I wish I could just skip the ham and go straight to the truffles..."
"Of course you do Princess. May I remind you that you are still young and that you need your fill of meat to grow big and strong."
There he went again treating her like a child. Not that she hated it but she always thought of it as adorable. Well adorable-annoying kind of.
"Yes Gero I know. I'll see you later, thank the boys for me."
"Yes Princess. Bon appetit!"
Tyla was so glad that she didn't skip on the ham. It was cooked to perfection. Every bite melted in her mouth. The truffles came by afterwards and they were fabulous. Gero came by personally to sneak some wine sauce on Tyla plate and no one noticed a thing.
After a delectable lunch Tyla's father, the King began speaking to Gero.
"Another perfect meal from you my friend. You are your cooks will enjoy the finest slave girls tonight to make all your wishes come true." Praised the King.
"Thank you my King, you are too kind. We are so lucky to have such a generous King such as yourself."
"You deserve it all Gero. Your reputation precedes you."
The rest of the lunch was continued with laughter and cheers from other Nobles. Jokes and jokers making fools of themselves caused more and more joy. Only Tyla wasn't sharing the happiness that seemed to be an epidemic in the dining hall.
All she had to think about was tonight. Usually she was just excited. But now it was not only stress but also sadness. It was to be the last time like Blaine had said. Excusing herself from the hall, Tyla retreated to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and sat on her freshly made bed full of luscious cushions.
Looking up at her ceiling she thought about many things. Could she somehow avoid sex with Blaine? Trick him somehow? No he wouldn't be so easily swayed this time unfortunately. She still wanted to continue this fantasy of hers, how could she do it? Convince another guard or soldier maybe? Convince a Guardian? No they're way too loyal to her father.
More and more thoughts followed. Tyla kept coming up with possibilities but quickly seeing a counter to her idea on and on. She had to be there for hours on end.
A knock woke her from her stressing issues.
"Princess? May I come in?" Asked a female voice, probably a servant Tyla guessed.
"Yes, enter," replied Tyla.
Entering Tyla's bedroom the servant bowed in traditional fashion awaiting Tyla's approval and permission to continue speaking to her. He head bowed down, both her hands behind her back fingers interlaced and bending one knee. It almost looked like a slave's position.
Not that being a castle servant and slave were really that different. Not to be misunderstood the cooks had jobs, the servants had a "duty". Servants weren't kidnapped or forced physically serve the King but they were "recommended" to follow orders if they were chosen. Girls from wherever were selected to be trained to become servants for the King's castle. They were given responsibility to take care of all the King's needs. Yeah... doesn't take much to figure out what needs those included.
Although they weren't paid they were allowed to live a full life under the King's protection and wealth. Well "full lives" until they stopped being pretty enough for the King to find prettier girls. Most servants ended up as slave girls.
"What is it Naila?" Asked Tyla.
"The King sent me to check on you to see if all was alright. You've locked into your room for quite some time and..."
Cutting off Naila, Tyla replied "I'm fine! I don't need to be babysitted like a kid! Plus it has only been a few hours since I've been here!!" Tyla hated being checked up on. Not that it was the sentiment that someone felt she was weak or frail but more that it made her miss her mother dearly. Her father the great King didn't care enough to come see his daughter himself.
