Aurore

 

 

The Claiming of Princess Aurore

She was barely twenty and still a virgin. Not many suitors come calling when your father is the King. She had the best of everything. The finest education. Exquisite clothes. Dresses that would cost a common wench a years worth of salary. Her own staff of maidservants. Pretty little nicknacks from every corner of the world. A stable of the finest horses. And being the only child she was heir to the crown.

She had every reason to be happy and for the most part she was. Except for the nights. When deep and dark fantasies would take over. Desires that, if known, would make a stableboy blush.

Sounds like a fairytale. But God laughs at frail human plans. The dark cloud of war hung on the horizon. The King, fearing the castle would be overrun, sent her away to her uncle’s kingdom to the south. Unfortunately, he didn’t know that a Legion of the English army had flanked in that direction. Before the carriage driver knew what happened, he was in the center of Prince Richard’s camp.

The solders killed the driver and were ready to ravage the girl when an officer noticed she was no ordinary girl. He ordered the men to stop and had them bound her hands behind her back and lead her to the Prince.

“Well, what do we have here? A Princess? You are even more beautiful than all the songs written about you. I’m weary of war and of need of a wife. Perhaps your father will agree to terms.”

She spit in his face.

“I’d fall on my sword before I’d marry a swine like yourself. In fact, why don’t you go fuck yourself,” she said in perfect English but with a heavy French accent.

“Such language. We’ll have to correct that at a later date. I hear you are quite the equestrian. You must know that the best horses are often the hardest to break. Captain, take this wench to my tent. Make her a bed of hay and stake her to the ground. But make sure no harm comes to her. We shall ride to Paris tomorrow under a white flag with our terms. Oh, and gag her filthy mouth as well. And you, my pretty, don’t worry. The night will come when you beg me to take you. But it won’t be tonight. No matter how hard your nipples are under that pretty dress.”

“Fuck you. The first chance I get I’m severing that tiny cock between your … ”

“Gag her now, Captain. I’m in no mood for her whorish mouth.”

Published in: on May 9, 2010 at 9:30 am  Comments (1)  

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  1. Tease…tease.

    What a great start to a story, I can only imagine where it will lead.

    Glad to have you back, WD.


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