("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Captured Princess by Marc Magus (marcmagus@hotmail.com) *** A young bride to be is raped and locked away by the jealous suitors she refused. After years of rape and humiliation, she begins to enjoy it. So much so, she involves a would-be rescuer in her debasement. (M+/F, nc, rp, 1st, bd, tor, ws, beast) *** Once upon a time there was a fair princess. Her father was a high lord in the land and many suitors were hers for the choosing. She had one young man in mind, but that was the one that wouldn't call. One day as she was picking flowers near her castle. her love came to her and asked her a question that startled her. He asked if she would be his second wife. "why the second," she wanted to know. "My sister must marry before me," he replied "She has no suitors, so to marry, I must have her as my first, even if only in name. She has agreed to clean our house, if I help her in this." The princess didn't know what to say. She knew he had an older sister, but believed her to be beautiful. She expected many suitors to come her way. "My sister says all the suitors are flocking to you and Chastity to the north; none have come calling. My sister is fair and not of a low house. She will take good care of our affairs and leave us to other things." "But as a second, even in name, Ian, I would forfeit my rights in so many things in my father's house. Only a first wife receives land." "I would not ask you for your fathers land. We have enough already," Ian replied. "Ok. I'll ask my father. We will announce our union at a ball next week." Upon hearing of the proposed union, many suitors were crushed. She was the fairest in the land. One suitor, upon hearing of her being a 'second' wife was beside himself and thought to ruin her before her joining. He went calling as though he hadn't heard of the coming nuptials and met her in her garden. Being away from prying eyes and ears, he spoke to her of the life she was throwing away. She wouldn't relent. Her mind was made up, so was his He took her hand and lead her to the roses. "Life," he said, "is as a rose bush. Many parts of it are sweet and smell good, but you look too close," and as he pressed her fingers into a thorn he said, "it hurts." "Oww, what are you doing?" she protested. "I am showing you this day, my thorn," he answered. In shock she tried to escape his grasp, but he was too strong. He threw her to the ground and pounced upon her. "This day will I make you ruined. Even as a second wife you will be unwanted." "No, no, no, no! Please don't!" she pleaded. Even as she spoke those pleas, she felt herself torn. Between the pleasure of his strength, and the night for which she had waited. She had no choice, however. Her virginity was gone. The torture had only just begun. The young man lasted only a minute, but, realizing his death would be swift once caught, he stole the girl away and hid her. She was no longer a maiden, and now was a prisoner of a desperate boy. Her 16 years failed her. She had no idea how to feel, how to act, nor how she should use the potty; It was in full view. She was caged, but in full view of everyone. She had been taken to a boy's clubhouse and many of those that had been her suitors would come in and see her. The blood on her legs was still there. She had not even been given the chance to wash herself. Her clothes were almost torn off her, and as such she was, in many places, visible to them. Many leered, only a few turned away from her shame. There were some that would take advantage. They would repeat her shame again. The one that began this gathered those around him and banned the others from the club. No one ever thought to check the clubhouse, so she was left to their ravaging. She was made to fondle them and they force-fed her their manhood's. Sometimes one after the other until her stomach was full. She was made their whore, and she was made their toilet, as they would, if she tried to escape, yell or revolt, piss all over her. Only much later would someone allow her to clean herself. She found it best to remain totally unclothed. She would stay cleaner that way. In the course of her imprisonment, the young one that would have been the first wife over her married the man that put her there. She enjoyed the girls' predicament. She cleaned her and occasionally added to her shame by wiping her down with animal scent. All the animals in the woods would call to the trapped damsel and make her feel ashamed that even animals would only love her for sex. One day, after such a bathing, there was more than just howling from outside. A lone wolf entered through an open window The girl expected to be ravaged by it as she had come to expect from the boys for the last five years. Instead, after smelling her, it gave her a bath with its tongue. It felt good to her. The wolf returned often to clean her, or just to sit with her. She had found a friend in a horrible situation. It would leave just before someone else came to continue her torture, so no one else ever knew it was there. One day there was a commotion outside. She could hear screaming and growling. After a time, her female tormentor entered. She was disheveled, and horrified. She had spilled some of the scent she was coming to bathe her with and was attacked by a couple of wolves near the door. She came in and sat down and cried. After a time she spoke of what had happened to her. Her dress was torn and wet. She swore she would never bring scent into the woods again. As she left, she confided, "my brother still looks for you fair one. Someday he'll find you. Of course that will be the death of all of us that have kept you here." Then she left. On a warm spring day, as it neared her 22nd birthday, all of her captors were there for one of their marathons with her. She had been on her knees in front of one or the other of them for two hours when a flash of silver caught her eye. Those nearest her screamed and moved away. Her wolf had come through the window and started to chase the young men away. She, being made horny by her own debasement began pulling the wolf toward her. He allowed that, but was surprised when she pushed him over and began licking his balls. The men cheered and having the wolf distracted, began fucking her as she started sucking the wolf that had protected her. She felt love for the wolf and did her best for him. The feelings she had for her captors had changed to tolerance and even enjoyment of their games at times. Love she only had for her protector and now she was showing him that. He howled in pleasure as he came. The men took her one after another. They rested and began anew, without the wolf as day was breaking. Her birthday it was, although she didn't realize this. On this, her 22nd birthday, as she was blowing the men again, her future sister-in-law walked in with her brother. The love that he had been looking for he had found with a dick in her mouth. She had been raped and imprisoned, as his sister had told him. He destroyed the hut and killed each of his love's torturers personally. He scooped up his love and took her to his home. For her part, his sister became their lowest servant in exchange for her life. They had a pet wolf. The END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 39