Princess Chapter 1 (2/6)
sf mf m-dom f-dom


On hands and knees I offered myself up to him again, my Master"s hands on my
hips drawing me back on to him, my loins easily engulfing the hard column of
his manhood as he thrust forward in to me again.. raping me again. There was
no resisting the urge to moan in delight as I felt his flesh inside me, his
hard, flat belly pressing against my up-thrust rear as he moved his cock
inside me, forcing me to serve him...

Morning came and found me fast asleep, still wrapped in the furs where
Master had ravished me the night before. There was a great deal of commotion
surrounding the tent and I poked my head out to see the sailors busily
dismantling the camp in preparation for departure.

"Princess!" my Master called. I spied him across the campground, approaching
with a purposeful stride, "Awake, lazy girl! You will attend my table this
morning!"

"Yes, Master!" Attend his table? He must mean serve his breakfast or some
such I reasoned, and the thought sent a growl through my belly to remind me
how long it had been since I last ate. I retreated to the tent and cast
about, seeking a garment...and there was none.

"Come, girl," Master commanded, tossing aside the tent flap, "You must be
prepared. Anna!"

"Master!" replied a familiar voice.

"You bathed this wench when she was free, now you have one-half ahn to make
her presentable at my table."

"I understand, Master."

"Obey her, Princess. Come."

I stepped out in to the morning sunlight and was faced with Anna, the girl
who had been first amongst my servant-girls only a short time ago. She was a
tall, slender blonde with soft blue eyes and a ready smile, only now she was
all serious.

"Heel," she snapped, turning to walk away. It took a moment for me to
understand...how many times had she heard that very command from my lips? I
did my best to keep to the proper space, but I'd never paid any heed to my
slaves before and had little knowledge of what was expected. Anna walked
quickly and I struggled to keep up and stay two paces back, one to the left.
She led me to a clear spot where a tub had been set up, filled with water.

"In, now."

Without a word I obeyed and nearly screamed as the icy water struck my skin.
Before I could react Anna had taken a small bucket, scooped it full and
dumped the water over my head. She laughed.

"Not so warm and perfumed as at the palace, eh Princess?"

"No, not at all."

"Quiet. Kneel." Anna proceeded to bathe me and shampoo my hair in just a few
moments. What now seemed a lifetime ago baths had been all morning affairs,
three tubs, breakfast served, a dozen girls working over the details. Anna
simply yanked me out of the tub when she was done and threw a towel at me.
"Dry."

"Now comes the hard part. You've got to learn to brush your own hair."

Such a simple thing! I nearly laughed, until we started. Then it was a
battle of tangles, snarls, combs and brushes. Anna was impatient, and struck
me with the flat of her hand until I was nearly in tears. When my hair was
dry she literally dragged me across the campground at a run until we were
before Master.

We both knelt, eyes lowered. Anna was visibly trembling.

"You are late," Master noted.

"Anna is sorry, Master...I tried..." tears were rolling down her cheeks now.
I could not hold myself silent.

"Master, it was my fault..." but he cut me off.

"Five lashes, Anna. And two for you, Princess, for not obeying Anna, plus a
third for speaking out of turn. Anna, you will find Tavo and ask for your
beating straight away, Princess, yours can wait- you have duties to
perform."

"I obey, Master," Anna whispered. I turned my eyes to her, saw the fear
there, and tried to let her know I was sorry, but I could not tell if she
noticed. She wept as she rose to her feet and left.

"Princess, there is black wine, fruit, and bread. When my guest arrives you
will serve us."

"Yes, Master."

It was only a moment or two when three men arrived, two guards and a
prisoner. I stole a glance and was astounded to see Captain Rollond, he who
had commanded the small fleet escorting my Bridal Party. He looked tired and
unkempt, but otherwise unharmed and he stood straight, his eyes fixed firmly
on my Master.

"Remove the Captain's manacles and leg irons," my Master instructed. The
guards did so and at a gesture from him they took their leave.

"Captain Rollond, are you hungry? I was preparing to breakfast. Please sit."

"I am not starving- you have treated my men and I well." Captain Rollond
sat, but he did not allow himself to relax.

"Princess, black wine."

When Master addressed me Rollond's eyes snapped over to regard me. I
carefully poured the hot brew from its kettle in to two small bowls, then
presented the first to my Master. He would not take it, but instead smiled
and said "Forgive my slave, for she is raw and untrained, and does not know
that guests are served first. Princess, offer the bowl to Captain Rollond.
When you do, you will lightly kiss the rim, then lower your head and lift
the bowl as an offering."

Very carefully I moved over to Rollond and knelt. I touched my lips to the
warm surface of the bowl, then lowered my head and lifted it.

"Wine, Master?"

"Thank-you, slave."

I repeated this with Master, then did the same with a plate of sliced fruit
and bread. Once they had been served Master pointed to a spot by his left
side and I knelt there.

"We sail in two hours, Rollond," Master began.

"Really? I have not yet seen any gallows being built- you have nearly 200
hangings to complete. Or perhaps you intend to weight us with rocks and sink
us in the sea?"

Master's voice was cold when he spoke next. "Is that what you prefer? I can
arrange it if you like, but I find it hard to believe you would expect that
from me. We have been allies, Rollond."

"That was long ago, and we are at war."

"Yes, we are, aren't we?"

There was a prolonged silence during which both men took the time to sip
their black wine and sample the food. I began to suspect that what I was
witnessing was a ritual as old and as entrenched as the one I had performed
the night before when I knelt and made myself a slave. It was Rollond who
finally spoke.

"So, what is your intent here Garth?"

Garth, I thought, my Master's name is Garth.

"The Tah have no pressing interest in this war. We have only offered
hostilities in response to the Isallana's closing of the Drehadi straights-
we can no longer conduct business."

"The Tah were supplying war materials to the Haffeni. We closed the trade
routes to stop that."

"The Tah supplied the Isallana as well. We were neutral. Closing the
straights cut us off from all of our customers. You gave us no choice. I did
not enjoy attacking you, Rollond."

"But you found profit, didn't you?" Rollond spat, his voice full of disgust.

"Profit? Of course! But of what kind? I am rich, my men are rich, but in a
year what wealth will we have? I lost twenty men in this battle. Twenty
widows will have little joy from this profit. How many sons are now without
fathers? How many daughters will be sold in to slavery? There is damned
little profit to be had here!" Master leaned across the table and looked
deep in to Rollond's eyes, "We can end this, Rollond, you and I!"

"Us? Do you speak for all the Tah?"

"Of course not! But I am a member of the High Council! If I talk peace, many
will listen. We are traders, and there are many who see no profit in this
war, just as I. You are known by the Tah, you are respected. If you carry
the message, many will be willing to see what fruit it will bear. Will you?
Will you carry the message of peace?"

"What are your terms?"

"You and your men will give parole: you will not bear arms against the Tah
for one year. My men have truncated the ram on your vessel, you may have it
and one round ship to return to Isalla. Present my offer to the King. Peace.
The Tah will not supply war material to Isalla or Haffen. No reparations, no
further hostilities. Simple enough?"