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Princess and the Mage, Part 1: The Shrew

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Synopsis: Think "Taming of the Shrew" with more sex and magic

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Part 1: The Shrew

Princess Margaret Eleanor Maria Eva Maude de Lacy was the seventh and

last child of the King and Queen. Although only 16 summers old she was

already acknowledge as the "fairest of them all".

Strange it may seem that she was a maiden still when others of her sex

were wives and mothers years younger. This was an age when people

married early and died young. A rare beauty like the Princess should

be considered a prize fit for a king.

Her long golden tresses fell almost to the ground. Every day and

evening they were brushed 1000 times by a servant. The servant was

severely beaten if she pulled the Princess' hair even once.

Her milky white skin was as smooth as a newborn babe's bottom. She

bathed ever day in a tub filled cow's milk to keep it soft and

radiant. Another servant was beaten if the temperature was not exactly

right.

The Princess stood 5'4", large for a woman of her day and age. Her

winsome, perfect figure was a wasp-waisted 34-19-34. She kept it that

way by always disgorging the contents of her stomach after the large

meals she favored. Many servants stood by to clean up her

regurgitation. Just for fun she occasionally aimed for a servant.

Her firm, billowy breasts were over-large for her frame. The Princess

considered them her best feature. They were well displayed by the low

cut dresses popular in that day. Tipped they were by wide ruby-red

nipples that could perchance be discerned beneath the thin tight

bodices she favored.

Her manner and carriage exuded an aura of grace and sensuality that

further enhanced her exquisite appearance. She was the center of

attention whenever entering a room. Those around her could rarely take

their eyes off her lovely form. If she screamed curses at those who

displeased her, using the foulest language of the common folk, the

courtiers politely ignored it.

It was only behind her back that people whispered of the stark

contrast between her outer and inner selves. They were like black and

white, day and night. For she was the most vain, arrogant, spoiled,

foul-mouthed, thoughtless, mean-spirited, self-centered bitch the lord

had ever placed upon the earth.

Could she be possessed? A changeling perhaps? None knew.

In sooth, she had been spoiled rotten from an early age. Her royal

parents, the King and Queen, doted on their youngest child. She wanted

for nothing. She could do no wrong in their eyes. If the Princess

wished the castle moat emptied then 200 men would be worked until it

was done or they dropped from exhaustion. Her closet had 100 of the

finest gowns when most noble women did not own more then one or two.

The Princess was shielded from any ill consequences of her actions.

She was never taught consideration nor kindness towards others. Rather

she believed that her inferiors (just about everyone) should be

severely punished for causing her the smallest displeasure. Never had

she learned the responsibilities of royalty, only its privileges.

Her innate meanness and cruelty made her much feared. The ugliness of

her interior perhaps exceeded the beauty of her exterior. No man in

the kingdom was brave enough to attempt the one regardless of the

allure of the other.

The Royal Shrew as she was known was constantly honing her razor sharp

tongue on every man and woman she encountered. Neither noble birth nor

position offered any protection. A true egalitarian, she abused

noblemen and commoners, men and women with equal disdain.

The fair Princess was universally detested.

She got away with this because her royal father was in sooth a good

and wise monarch. He and his Queen were respected and popular with

both nobles and commoners alike.

The young Princess was his one "blind spot". She was the King's

favorite daughter and under his protection. Neither King nor Queen

would tolerate any ill spoken of their youngest child. The penalty for

a commoner was often death. Nobles had been known to lose lands,

titles, or be banished from court for years. All learned to hold their

tongues.

The queen had a mature beauty of her own. Her daughter had inherited

the full-breasted figure that she loved to display. It was she who had

popularized low cut bodices in court shortly after her marriage to the

king. Their hair color too was quite close. The queen's happiness was

marred by the fear that her beautiful daughter would never bed a man,

let alone marry one.

The people prayed for the day that a handsome, if foolish prince from

a (very) far off land would marry the princess and take her to his

home, far away from them. They bemoaned the apparent fact that

regardless of her physical perfection, the Princess was so repellant

that this might never happen.

The Princess was quite annoyed at the apparent lack of suitors. She

wished to be wooed, to have strong, viral men fight for her favor.

Daintily she would bequeath a symbol of her favor to the victor while

the vanquished lay bloody, disemboweled, and dying in the dirt as a

testament to her beauty.

The ripe vibrant fruit of her body was ready to be plucked by a

handsome prince. Having all the normal urges of a girl her age, she

dreamed of him often. He would be powerful and bold. A man that other

men feared and respected, but he would be rendered helpless by her

beauty.

At time like these, her delicate fingers might caress her smooth skin.

They would creep upward to fondle her pouting nipples until they were

painfully hard. Gasping with arousal her other hand would be magically

drawn to the furred cleft between her creamy white thighs.

That hand would stop as if hitting an invisible wall. A few times, the

wall had been breached, by the power of her craving. However, when her

fingers touched the hot slit, her hand would jump back as if burned.

She would tremble with unfulfilled need, frustration, and fear. The

memory of the one time in her life that she had been severely punished

by her parents still burned painfully bright.

She had been 12 summers old when her mother caught her feverishly

rubbing her sex. The piercing scream that had issued from her mother's

throat was alone enough to cause nightmares. Her mother had launched

into a torrent of verbal abuse, "Slut, whore, wanton bitch," were the

least part of her tirade.

The entire family had been assembled, sisters & brothers alike. She

had been made to pull up her skirts and remove her undergarments

leaving her naked and defenseless. She heard their whispered snickers,

"Skinny boy hips, hairless pussy, fat ass, flat chest, knobby knees,

baby cunt".

The worst was when half naked she had been made to lie across her

royal father's lap. He had spanked her unprotected behind with his

bare hand and with his full strength. He was a strong, viral man and

his wife had instructed him to hold nothing back. The Princess was

made to count 20 blows on one cheek then 20 more on the other.

From the first blow she had screamed and begged for release. Tears

streamed down her face. She had tried uselessly to escape. The

Princess felt her soft mound being pressed against her father's thigh

as his great strength easily held her in place. With each blow her

mound rubbed against the satiny material of his royal robes causing

strange feelings similar to when she rubbed herself there. These

feeling merged with the pain causing indescribable emotions to flicker

in her mind.

After the last blow had fallen, her father had been disgusted to see a

large wet spot where her mound had pressed against his robes. What had

happened? The Princess was certain that she had not urinated. Upon

seeing the reason for the commotion, her mother had demanded twenty

additional blows, alternating between sides. The ears of the Princess

burned as hot as her nethermost quarter at the new taunts of her

siblings echoed her mother's words, "Horny slut, juicy slit, wanton

bitch, wet cunt, incestuous whore".

Her mother came to her later. At first she was smiling and

conforting. However, when the tears stopped, in harsh tones she

threatened more terrible punishments if the Princess ever again rubbed

her sex for pleasure. She explained that sex was evil. It was the

surest way to losing her soul to the devil.

Sex could only be tolerated in the context of creating an heir and

then it was a painful duty. She would derive no pleasure from it. The

peasants might see it differently, but they were little more then

animals. She must behave as a Princess of the blood royal.

"Men are different. Even noblemen," continued her mother. They cannot

control their base lusts. A woman can control a man with those lusts.

Men were naturally attracted to woman's bodies. By making themselves

alluring, attractive, and controlling access to their bodies, women

could make a lustful man do almost anything. This is how the Queen

controlled the King and how her daughters would control their

husbands.

A married man who needed more to sate his animal lusts could be sent

to the whores and sluts of the village. They would spread their legs

for any man with a few coins. Relieved of those lusts, a husband would

be expected to be properly dutiful and respectful of his wife's

desires.

The Princess took her mother's advice to heart. Her fantasies now

included a battle for power and control. She would tease men with

lips, her breasts, and the promise that lay between her creamy thighs

to the point of madness. Her future husband would jump to satisfy her

slightest whim. She would rule in fact, he only in name.

One day many years after they were married, when she determined the

time was proper, she would permit him entry to her maidenhood to plant

his seed in her garden. Her mother had told her that it was a nasty,

painful, and distasteful business, but necessary just that once to

produce an heir to the throne.

The baby heir would be birthed quickly and with little bother. There

would then be no need for a troublesome husband who would wish

additional access to her sex. Untraceable poisons were available that

could never be traced back to her.

She would act as Regent to her baby son until he was of age. The heir

would of course obey his mother as a dutiful son. Her power would thus

be extended into a second generation. All would revere her name for

bringing her kingdom into a new golden age.

Sometimes her fantasies took an unwanted turn. The Princess lost the

battle for control. She would be forced to satisfy the vast carnal

lusts of men. Bound and helpless, her hot wet sex would be pierced

again and again with their hard tools. They would break her spirit by

coercing intense pleasure and pain from her all too vulnerable body.

She would be trained with a whip to serve their whims as a nude slave

girl.

Not one of her siblings came to comfort her after her punishment. In

fact, they teased her unceasingly about the wet spot and how she could

not sit down for weeks after her spanking. The Princess vowed revenge
on each and every one of her siblings. In years to come, she never

lost an opportunity to torment them as they had tormented her that

day.

As she grew of age, her body developed beyond all hope and

expectation. What she could not obtain using the allure of her

enchanting seductiveness, she obtained by tantrums, threats, and

intimidation.

The Princess' eldest brother, the current heir apparent, remained in

the kingdom, but was rarely seen in the castle. He could not tolerate

his youngest sister, but could not move against her and risk the wrath

of the King and Queen. All their other sisters and brothers had

married before age 15 and had left (been driven from) the royal court.

They lived or worked happily in nearby kingdoms, glad to be away from

the Royal Shrew.

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One-day hope arrived in the form of a young mage, Magnus by name. He

was a journeyman, traveling between kingdoms to offer his services to

the nobility. Thus it was that he traveled to the palace where lived

the Royal Shrew.

Walking down the long ornate hallways on the way to negotiate with the

King's advisors, he happened to glimpse the Princess. One brief glance

and he was smitten. Instantly, he fell in love with the flawless

vision of beauty. Fortunately, he was smart enough to hold his tongue

until there was time to discretely learn more.

Of course, the young man heard everything about the Royal Shrew. The

courtiers were always eager to gossip. Discrete inquiries reveled all

that was needed. . Discrete inquiries reveled the entire tale
including all that was needed. Magnus realized both the danger and

opportunity she presented for him. He thought long and hard and

crafted a plan.

He met separately with various nobles, senior clergy, and the

princess' eldest brother. After much negotiation they arrived at an

agreement.

The mage must coerce the Princess by any means possible to declare

that she wished to marry him of her own free will before the assembled

court. The nobility would support his claim even though he was not of

noble blood. The clergy would not question his magical background.

Neither King nor Queen would be told any of this before hand.

Presented with the accomplished fact, they would have no choice other

then to accept this marriage. Vocal support of the marriage by the

nobles and clergy would expunge any residual doubts.

In payment, the mage would receive a dukedom at the farthest border of

the kingdom. There he must keep his wife barefoot and pregnant for the

remainder of her childbearing years. The heir apparent would ascend

the throne when the King died. He would prevent any additional

retribution against the Princess for her many years of abusing the

courtiers.

One meeting was devoted to the demands of the noblewomen. The first

thng that struck Magnus was how their bodices were so sheer that their

nipples were clearly visible. Was it some compensation for the large

breasts of the Princess? He appreciated the view even as he worried

about their words.

The noblewomen insisted on several things. First, when the Princess'

maidenhood was ripped asunder, it must be with as much pain as

possible. Second, she must nurse all her own offspring. A wet-nurse

was used by all noble women who considered breast feeling beneath

their dignity. Last the new Duke and Duchess would visit the court

together at least once, but not more then twice each year, but only

when the Duchess was nursing. They wanted the chance to ridicule her

for past misdeeds.

With the assistance of the palace nobles, Magnus' female assistant,

Meg was assigned as a Lady in Waiting to the Princess. This was not

difficult because the Princess had long ago alienated all other

candidates for the position.

Meg was quite comely, although not in the same class as the Princess.

5'1" tall, she had shoulder-length, fiery red hair. At 22, Meg might

have already been burned as a witch in some areas of the country due

solely to the color of her hair. Traveling with a mage had saved her

from this fate.

Meg had generous breasts that might be called C-cup today. They sagged

slightly on her 35-25-38 frame, but she knew how to dress to maximize

the effect of her assets. She excelled at diverting the attention of

an audience. This was the essential to the misdirection used by Magnus

during a performance.

Meg had natural-forest wisdom. What might be called common sense.

Magnus valued her quick mind, nimble fingers, and enjoyed many of her

personality traits. These included craftiness, trickiness, sneakiness,

and loving practical jokes. She was a liar, cheat, thief, pickpocket,

seductress, and a natural con-artist. Magnus trained her further to

excel in all these areas.

Magnus did have true magic at his command. However, he well understood

that what he offered was more entertainment and common sense advice.

The Nobility was often bored with their existence. Often they were too

wrapped up in their intrigues to see the obvious solutions to

problems. Magnus, and now Meg were able to turn a coin by using their

many skills.

Of course Meg was Magnus' mistress. They fucked often and to the great

satisfaction of both. In this area she had taught him more then he had

taught her. They were both interested in constantly expanding their

sexual variety. Sex had been used as a tool to accomplish various

nefarious ends during the course of their travels.

Meg had lost her virginity to her eldest brother at age 13. He was

furious at her after he was punished for stealing a cake from their

parent's kitchen. Meg had ratted him out to her father. He punished

her brother by giving him 6 hours of backbreaking ploughing in the

fields.

He found he bathing in the deepest part of the stream that ran through

their farm. She had already washed her clothes and left them to dry on

a rock in the sun.

When she saw how furious he was, she bolted from the stream to the

opposite shore. He was much faster and ran her down. Tackling her,

they rolled on the ground until stopping with him on top.

She was trapped by his muscular bulk. It was forbidden to hurt his

younger sister regardless of the provocation. He took his revenge by

tickling her unmercifully. She squealed and begged him to stop

Writhing against him, she felt his manhood grow hard.

Her brother was a handsome boy. He wore no shirt so she was able to

see his solid muscles ripple beneath his skin. He had many girls in

the village that eagerly spread their legs for him. From overhearing

their gossip, he knew how to well please a woman.

He would know how to open a virgin girl. Meg felt the small nipples on

her budding breasts harden. There was a warm wetness between her legs.

She stopped struggling and pressed her sex against him.

When he noticed the change, he stopped his tickling. He realized for

the first time that his young sister was becoming a woman. She was

totally nude and pressing her untried pussy against his cock. Her

innocent body showed all the signs of sex, but she was his baby

sister. It was wrong.

Sensing his hesitancy Meg reached down and grasped his engorged

manhood firmly in her small hand. In her most persuasive voice she

pleaded, "Please, I want you to take my maidenhood."

Her fingers continued squeezing his hardness. It was her most

compelling argument. No teenage male can withstand a naked female with

her hand on his cock begging to be fucked. Unable to resist any longer

he stripped off his trousers and made love as gently as his own rising

excitement allowed.

She was so aroused that the pain Meg felt as he tore through her hymen

was minimal. She did not climax that first time, but felt the avatar

of pleasures to come. For the first time Meg felt the power of her sex

to control a man.

Ignorant of the dangers, it was simple luck that she did not get

pregnant. Her brother showed her many other pleasurable positions that

did not carry the risk of childbirth. He was not jealous when she took

another lover. Her brother had many other girls with which to satisfy

his teenage lusts.

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Meg traveled far with Magnus. Occasionally, during a quiet period

they'd feel the need to "hone their skills". Meg would be sent to

beguile a local maiden who met their requirements. She chose the most

moral, virtuous, and wholesome girl available. Their challenge was

breaking down all resistance, turning her from shy virgin into wanton

slut.

Meg had selected the next victim. She liked them thin, but large

busted with dark hair, sometimes blonde, preferences that she and

Magnus shared. Waiting until the maiden was alone, Meg would pound on

the door of her home weeping and crying piteously. When the door

opened Meg would explain in gasping breaths that her handsome, virile,

older brother lay near death due to the spell of an evil witch. Only

the lips of a pure and virtuous maiden could save his young life.

Meg dropped enough hints of rewards and marriage to interest any

unattached female. Entranced by this romantic tale, Meg would lead the

intended victim until she was thoroughly lost far from her home. They

would enter a small hut or shack with a large bed on which lay the

"enchanted brother". The maiden's eyes would inevitably be drawn to

the muscular male whose only covering was a small blanket across his

loins.

Meg would declare, "The counter spell requires that the maiden and I

both appear as we entered the world without clothing or modesty. Fear

not, he cannot see anything, let alone you." If the maiden balked, Meg

would beg again for the life of her beloved brother. How could she let

such a gentle, kind, young man die? He will doubtlessly wish to reward

you.

Once naked, Meg would excuse herself and take the stack of clothing

outside to a well-concealed hiding place. On returning, Meg would

prompt the girl to use her lips on her brother, "No! No! Not THOSE

lips. Use the LOWER lips, the ones between your legs.

It might require threats to leave the maiden alone, abandoned, and

naked in the woods. Eventually, the distraught girl would acquiesce

and straddle the brother's face. She would lower her untouched sex

gently onto his mouth. Perhaps she only intended to lightly brush

against him, but when their lips met, he would grab her hips and hold

her open sex tightly against his mouth. Immediately he'd begin to suck

and lick her virginal pussy.

If she tried to get away then Meg would grab her breasts, pinching the

chaste nipples. The arousal from multiple attacks would steadily

weaken her resistance until her struggles subsided. No matter what

their backgrounds the raw lust of the inexperienced maidens would be

quickly unleashed. Meg would whisper the "magic spell" for her to

repeat again and again, "Sucketh me, Fucketh me, Releaseth thee."

Betrayed by her heretofore chaste body, she would beg to be defiled.

Spread out helplessly on the bed Magnus would pierce her hymen, ravish

her maidenhood, and fill her unsullied womb with his seed. Meanwhile,

Meg straddled her head, burying a hairy twat in the maidenly mouth.

After Magnus was "cured" and she was broken in, they would happily

instruct the corrupted girl in the many ways of debauchery.

Magnus would reveal himself a mage swearing that a spell to prevent

conception was cast to protect the deflowered girl. This seemed to

increase the ardor of most. If the girl should end up pregnant, she

would not find out until Magnus and Meg were long gone.

Meg would insure her own pleasure by trickery. After Magnus had

defiled the girl's virgin cunt with his spunk, Meg would "comfort"

her. She would caution how viral Magnus was, how potent his seed.

Despite his magic, a healthy, fertile female might still become with

child. In fear the girl would beg her help.

Meg would whisper that two things would guarantee that the gullible

girl would not be impregnated. First, Meg must immediately drain

Magnus' seed from her cunt. However, the way that worked best require

that Meg use her mouth. Most girls would immediately throw open their

legs and beg Meg to fasten her lips to their hot, wet cunts. With a

warm smile, Meg would dive between and force many screaming orgasms

from the grateful girls.

Magnus loved to watch two girls at play. When it got him hard again,

he would position himself and take Meg from behind. She loved the

feeling of Magnus' cock driving into her while the taste of his spunk
and another girl's cum mingled in her mouth.

Meg kept thrusting back until she felt Magnus' cock shoot his hot cum
into her. It would almost always trigger her own climax, but leave her

wanting more from the writhing girl below her.

Next Meg would tell the dazed girl that she needed to drink "female

essence" to counteract the male seed that had already been deposited

in her belly. They would change places and Meg would instruct the girl
on how to make the "female essence" flow from Meg's cunt using her

lips and tongue. The girl would have to drink every drop. She'd be

warned not to stop regardless what else happened until Meg indicated

it was safe. Disobediance would guarantee that she became pregnant.

Between instruction and compliments on technique, Meg would tell the

girl what a little slut she was becoming. Now that she'd had been

fucked and sucked by both a man and a woman, she could never go back

to the naive maiden she had been.

Hearing this bawdy talk, Magnus' would again become rampant. He would

drive into the undefended girl from behind. Her maiden's barrier gone,

Magnus would immediately begin powerfully thrusting deep inside her.

Meg would warn her again not to stop. The girl would be trapped by her

fears and rapidly growing arousal. Magnus hands would reach out,

rubbing her nipples and clit, driving the poor girl mad with lust.

Helpless, she would surrender and thrust herself back on the impaling

lance.

The three impassioned bodies would move as one, heaving and writhing.

The tempo would increase until one climatic scream would be joined by

two more in a majestic triple orgasm.

The three of them would continue like this for a week or more. Every

possible variation of bodies and orifices would be explored. Finally,

it would be time for Magnus and Meg to move on. One morning, the girl
would awaken to find herself naked and alone. There would be no sign

of her lovers. She would cry bitter tears and eventually return to her

own home and village. However, she would be forever changed by the

experience, finding herself needing to relive those impassioned days

often.

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When Magnus had met Meg, seven year ago, it was her 15th summer. She

no longer looked like the little girl who had given away her

maidenhood. Her breasts had filled out and her body had rounded. She

had lain with many men and knew how to get what she wanted from them.

It had not been necessary to cast a spell on Meg. She was eager to run

away with him. Meg had already grown to hate the endless drudgery of

life in the small village where she was born. She had already turned

down two offers to wed from boys of good family in her village.

Meg had flirted shamelessly with Magnus from the moment she found out

who and what he was. Having seen 18 summers, he was an "older" man,

something she always liked. "Tripping" numerous times, Meg pressed her

lush body against his. When night fell she snuck into his hut already

nude and ready to seduce him. However, he was prepared for intruders.

Warned by his magic he struck first.

With his gesture from his hand, she was frozen. Seeing the naked girl
before him, he knew what she wanted. Meg was not the first girl who

wished to run away with him.

With a single word from his lips, she desperately needed his touch.

Her planning and guile were forgotten. Magnus was not a man to be

easily manipulated. In moments both were naked and locked together.

When he made his thrust, it easily entered her soaking wet cavern.

Meg screamed her release again and again. The nearby villagers smiled,

pleased that their respected visitor was properly entertained. It was

the best sex of Meg's young life. Even if she had not already decided

to do so, she would have begged to stay with him.

Magnus was on the lookout for a comely assistant and mistress. He no

longer wished to work alone without the comforts and companionship of

a woman. As it was, their plans dovetailed perfectly. Meg was an eager

student both in and out of bed.

Meg might have run off after a year or two, but found she quite

enjoyed traveling with Magnus. This was facilitated only slightly by a

few love potions he had slipped her. More importantly, she had been

magicked to prevent her from becoming gravid with child. For there was

such a spell, but it was difficult and costly. Magnus would only

attempt it at need or for the right price.

Seven years they had been together traveling the wide world. Magnus

was now 25 summers old. Both had their fill of adventure and narrow

escapes. They agreed that it was time to find a permanent home. This

kingdom was their best prospect to date.

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Meg began her service as a Lady in Waiting. Of course, the Princess

mistreated Meg as she did all her servants. With each insult and blow,

Meg's hatred of the Princess grew. While acting docile and obedient,

Meg planned her revenge. It would not be long if she followed the plan

Magnus had laid out.

If the Princess had any idea of the revenge Meg contemplated, she

would have recoiled in terror. Perhaps she might have ordered both Meg

and Magnus put to death. However, she remained blissfully unaware.

Among other things, Meg was required to clean the clothes stained when

the Princess had her monthly cycle. The night it ended, Meg began the

next part of the plan. Timing was critical.

Meg emptied a blue power into the bedtime drink she brought the

Princess. It took some time to be assimilated by her body. She grew

still and glassy eyed. Her breathing was deep and regular. Meg began

speaking of a beautiful magic pool less than a day's ride away.

It would cool a girl's desire for a man if she wished to remain pure

until marriage. However, there was a danger. Any male that should see

her bathing could possess her. She would be bound by a lust that would

grow slowly, but uncontrollably.

As she repeated the words, Meg's hand snaked under the Princess'

bedclothes. Moving between her legs then entered the Princess' warm

slit. Meg probed deeper until she met the barrier that confirmed that

the Princess was indeed a maiden.

Meg's fingers continued to move within the Princess stroking,

caressing, and searching for a special spot. Meg felt the little bump

on the back inner wall. She heard the Princess moan to confirm its

discovery.

Now Meg lifted the skirts of the drugged maiden. She lowered herself

between the chaste thighs and placed her mouth on the unsullied core

of the helpless virgin's womanhood. She began to suck the little clit

and lick the hairy cunt while rubbing the magic spot inside with her

fingers.

Meg savored the taste, smell and touch of the vulnerable beauty

defenseless beneath her. When the Princess began to press her sex

against Meg's mouth, she stopped. The defiled body of the Princess

would not be allowed to climax.

Meg rolled off the Princess. She was very hot. Her fingers moved onto

her own sex, rubbing first gently and then with rapid urgency until

she stiffened with her own orgasm. The small cry that escaped her lips

could not be heard by any.

This process was repeated twice more that night and for each of the

next seven nights. It began to have an effect during the day.

The Princess became more agitated and distracted. Her moods swung

wildly. It became harder to focus on tasks. She began daydreaming

watching the biggest and most handsome palace guards. Her hand would

seem to stray for a moment between her legs or up to the tips of her

breast.

Later in the week these periods became longer. When the Princess

caught herself, she'd see many people staring at her, whispering

behind their hands. Flushing a deep red, she'd run to her room and

throw herself weeping onto her bed.

At night, her dreams were filled with erotic sensations and images.

She envisioned handsome knights riding between her legs. They would

lower their great lances and spear her womanhood again and again.

There was also a great fish that sucked on her sex making her moan and

tremble, but it always swam away.

In another fantasy, a horribly ugly demon from the nether world cast

a spell upon her. At first she lay helplessly in his grasp unable to

move or speak. His claws slowly ripped her clothing, reveling the

naked, trembling flesh beneath. Then it would become infinitely worse.

He'd touch her most intimately forcing her to respond with pitious

gasps and moans. Nipples would harden painfully and she'd despair at

the moisture of her aroused womanhood. His touch would make her so

lustful that she spread her own chaste thighs for him. His huge black

penis would press against the entrance of her vulnerable vagina.

Pelvis undulated underneath him, she'd try to impale herself onto it.

The impatient demon would drive the misshapen rod into her, ripping

through her maidenhood and stretching her tender tissue around the

impossibly thick member to bury itself in her virgin depths. She'd

scream in pain as his seed detonated from the devil's spear, forever

polluting her womb. The pain of her rape merged with unimagined

pleasure and terror forcing her deflowered body to the very edge of an

explosive orgasm. He would suddenly disappear leaving her corrupted

body impregnated, but unable to achieve the orgasm she desperately

needed.

No matter how she tried to distract herself these images kept entering

her thoughts unbidden. She was almost constantly wet between her legs.

A discernable smell of female arousal followed everywhere she went. On

evening of the seventh day she could no longer endure the laughter

behind her back. The Princess locked herself in her rooms.

She cried pathetically, unable to stop herself. What was happening to

her? Was she going mad? Who could she confide in? Certainly not her

father or mother. There was no one that she trusted.

Meg as always, brought the evening drink. Before the blue power took

full effect, Meg broached the subject, "Mistress, you seem out of

sorts of late. It troubles me deeply. Perchance I may have a way to

help you."

The distraught Princess jumped at this chance, right into the waiting

trap. Meg explained that she had seen virgins who were sexually

frustrated behave as the Princess. They either went mad or spread

their legs before the first uncouth lout they saw. The Princess

accepted all that was told her, weeping and frightened, she begged to

be told what to do.

Meg talked of the virtue and dangers of a magic pool. It had the power

to banish the salacious dreams from a horny virgin's mind. She

proposed that the two of them go alone, in secret the next morning.

The Princess only nodded as the effects of the blue powder claimed

her.

This night Meg whispered about how a woman give in to her natural

lascivious needs. How she desires a man's hard shaft deep inside,

exciting her beyond endurance. How she must capture his seed by moving

her body against his. How a woman must submit to the man who captures

her maidenhood. If the sweet crisis of orgasm is forced upon her then

he is her true lord and Master, to be obeyed in all things. Only if

she resists the passionate rod may she remain mistress of her own

destiny.

All these suggestions were implanted deep within the mind of the

susceptible Princess by means of the magic powders aided by Meg's

inciting fingers, mouth, and tongue. It took very little effort to

bring the Princess to the edge of climax. Ten times this was done. The

hips of the impassioned Princess heaved upward searching for release,

only to have it snatched away.

The Princess awoke to the smell of her own arousal. The bed beneath

her soaked with her fluids. She felt exhausted as if she had not slept

all night. Her thoughts were filled with the erotic dreams she had

endured all night. There were none here who were worthy of her

maidenhood. Yet she'd surely go mad if this torture continued.

Calling Meg to her, they left as quickly as the princess changed into

fresh clothes. Meg had already packed for the trip. Magnus was already

in place. Meg had sent him a report of her progress every day.

They rode the entire morning. Meg dropped hints of her prior relations

with men. The Princess insisted on the truth. Meg "reluctantly"

admitted that she knew much of sex.

Meg began speaking of how the people of her village believed girls
with big breasts made the best wives and mothers. All the maidens

dressed in the sheerest material to well display their breasts and

maximize the apparent size.

She and her two best friends had the largest breasts of any girls
their age. They had many opportunities to take the young village boys
to their beds. If a boy could not please her many times during the

night he would be cast aside for another.

Before marriage was even considered, the potential union must be

proved fertile. She couple would lay together every day and night for

a month. Only if she conceived would the joining ceremony would be

planned.

Questioned closely by the Princess, Meg "revealed" the ultimate

weakness of every woman to the touch of a man. What power she had came

from total submission to his desires.

The Princess expounded that she had more will power and determination

then any commoner, man or woman. She would dominate her lovers not the

other way around. The experienced woman merely smiled.

Most astonishing for the Princess was the revelation that some women

enjoyed sex. "But my royal mother said...", interrupted the Princess.

Meg explained how the pain of losing ones maidenhood may be followed

by the sweetest bliss, but most men were so impatient that many woman

believed there was only pain.

There is great opportunity for a patient man and danger for the woman

whom he compels to lust and passion. Giving into that bliss exposes a

woman to the bright climax that will bind her to the man in a mystical

way forever. Thereafter, she will fall deeply in love and never be

able to deny the pleasures of her body to him.

A man might use a woman in many ways, from the front and from behind.

A large breasted woman might even place a man's tool between her

cleavage. The stimulation received was quite pleasurable. She should

give his tool a kiss or a lick whenever possible.

What men liked most was the feeling of a woman's lips on their

manhood. Three things were critical. First never let him feel your

teeth. Outraged males had killed woman violating this rule. Second

when his seed shoots from his manhood, you must swallow it all. It has

mystical properties that improve the health of a woman and give her a

degree of control over the man.

The Princess was disgusted and intrigued by the images, yet she was

helpless to purge them from her mind. They seemed to bombard her

senses, heating her skin, becoming more vivid and real with each word

Meg spoke.

Last Meg explained that a woman must show her own pleasure and

enthusiasm during these acts. This was a means by which a skilled

woman might gain further control. The best way to accomplish this was

to see to her own pleasure while applying her mouth and tongue to her

man's pleasure. Meg liked rubbing her hot slit against a man's hand,

leg or thigh.

They stopped for lunch, more then halfway to the lake. Meg

surreptitiously added both an orange and a green powder to the food

before serving the Princess. The orange powder would irritate the skin

of a woman's nipples and vulva, increasing her need for any touch.

The green powder was the true magic. It was a love potion made for

virgin females. A maiden, who of her own free will, begged to be taken

would truly be bound to the man who took her virginity if she climaxed

under its influence. The fantasy that Meg had spun had now become

truth for the ensorcelled Princess.

It was but another two hours ride to the lake. Along the way the

Princess began squirming as if in increasing discomfort. In sooth, her

nipples and pussy burned. No amount of twisting or turning could

relieve them.

Meg repeated all she had said giving even more lurid details. As they

rode, the first effects of the green powder began to overcome the

Princess. She did not speak. Her eyes closed to slits and her head

lolled slightly back. She was like a sponge, adsorbing all that Meg

said, envisioning herself as the helpless then eager captive of a

man's unbridled lusts.

Meg continued to speak of how a woman man please a man. How he wants

to posses her, to feel her submit totally to him. How she must shake

her tits and ass to incite his lust. How he wants to hear her beg for

his hands on her body and his manhood to cleave her vagina. How her

pleadings may dissolve into wordless cries of passion.

Yet another way was to cup his hairy balls and rub them gently when

she sucks his hard rod, but must never squeeze at all. This too had

caused outraged males to kill many unskilled women.

Meg watched carefully, judging the effect of her words. The constant

talk of sex made it impossible for the Princess to control her growing

arousal. The magic of the powders made her receptive to all the

suggestions Meg made. She was now unconsciously ready to perform

depraved acts that she had never before even imagined. Once triggered

by the closeness of a man's skin and smell against her own nakedness

she would move as Meg instructed without her conscious control.

It was then that they topped a low hill and were able to look downward

to see the edge of the magic lake. The Princess spurred her horse
forward. She needed to reach the soothing waters to quench the growing

fire between her legs.

Meg followed just behind. She had completed all the preparations as

instructed by Magnus. The chaste Princess was fully primed to yield up

her aroused flesh. Together they rode towards their destiny.

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Will the Princess escape the nefarious plot?

or will she succumb to the powerful magic?

To find out see:

Part 2: The Lake

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