Princess (17 page)

In the crowd, several men had moved their slavegirls down onto their cocks, not ostentatiously, but with their robes over the girls' upper bodies, so that only their bottoms and the soles of their feet showed as they sucked. One, an enormously fat man, even had two girls under his mustard coloured robe, their heads jostling beneath the silk as they sucked and licked at his genitals.

Uilus pulled out, suddenly, still laughing as his now fully erect cock left Yi's mouth. She swallowed, looked up, her eyes wide. He still had her hair, and used his grip to force her around and down, her welted bottom lifting to receive him as he poked his cock at her tuppenny. It went in, pushed cleanly up the juicy hole, and as he began to fuck her he began to whip her again, lashing her back, which was held in a tight arc by the grip in her hair, her head pulled back, her bottom rising to accommodate his cock.

The crowd clapped the manoeuvre, and again as Yi began to gasp, apparently overcome by the pleasure of her fucking. Uilus gave a cheer and laid in harder with the lash and with his cock, whipping and pumping, to draw thick red wheals across Yi's lifted bottom and her back as she began to grunt and squeal.

‘A pig!' A voice called from the audience. ‘That is what these girls are, brush pigs!'

At that moment Uilus grunted, dropped the whip and jammed himself to the hilt in Yi's cunt. She cried out as jism burst from around his cock shaft to spatter his balls and the sand of the courtyard, and then he was sinking back, his cock sliding from her sopping hole to the frenzied cheers and clapping of the crowd.

Uilus moved his hand in a gesture of appreciation, reached out to take the eagle feather from Yi's hair, inserted it into her anus and gave her a resounding smack across the bottom. She jumped up, her whole body trembling, the feather quivering where it protruded from between her buttocks as she scampered away, to Aeisla's side. For a moment Uilus' face showed astonishment, then anger, then a grimace of malign humour.

‘No respect? I have been too gentle! So, in with the troll she goes!'

Laughter spread across the crowd and more bets were called as the six guards closed in on Yi, who gave Aeisla an imploring look. Aeisla gave a single firm nod as two guards took Yi's arms. She began to fight, struggling futilely in their grip, and to whimper, her face working in fear as she was dragged across the court, her fingers clutching in raw terror. Uilus folded his arms on his chest, watching in amusement until she had been pulled as far as the cage.

The troll showed interest immediately, his lump of a noise twitching in appreciation at the scent of cunt. His hand went to his cock, to pull at it as his hideous face began to work with excitement. Two guards with spears came close, to prod at him, forcing him back as the door was opened. Yi was screaming, and clutching at the bars of the cage, her face wild with fear. The guards broke her grip, and hurled her backwards to sprawl on the floor of the cage even as the spearmen stood back. The troll was on her in an instant, lifting her one handed as if she were a doll, holding her for a moment, her feet well clear of the ground, as he brought his cock to full, monstrous erection with a few last tugs. Ready, he stuck her on, Yi screaming as she was penetrated.

Yells of delight and frenzied betting calls rang out from the crowd as the troll began to fuck Yi. He had encircled her waist two handed, and was jerking her up and down on his cock. Her legs, arms and hair were flying in every direction, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest, and still she was screaming. Iriel tightened her fists, praying for her friend, and then Yi's arms had come around the troll's neck, her legs had locked above his massive buttocks and she was riding the huge cock. Still she had no control whatever over her fucking, but she was supporting herself, while her face had gone slack with bliss.

Gasps of astonishment rose up from the crowd, then curses for the troll and yells of and encouragement for Yi from those who had lost or won money on the encounter. Iriel thumped her fist into the palm of her hand. Her own tuppenny was twitching despite herself, with the aromas of heated male troll and aroused cunt thick in the air. As the troll grunted and a great splash of jism appeared beneath Yi's buttocks, Iriel had to close her eyes to make the urge to be entered die down.

Satisfied, the troll dropped Yi, leaving her to scramble hastily for the cage door. The spearmen came forward, but the huge man-beast merely hunkered down in a corner and began to investigate the contents of one nostril. Yi crawled from the door, apparently too weak to walk. Aeisla ran across the court, to scoop Yi up in her arms. Reaching the others, she quickly hoisted Yi's leg wide, exposing her gaping, sperm sodden sex. Cianna leant in quickly, to suck at Yi's tuppenny, then Kaissia after a fastidious grimace. Iriel followed suit, putting her mouth to the fleshy little hole to suck out troll sperm and swallow. Aeisla went last, holding Yi to her mouth, then pushing two fingers into her, cunt then mouth.

‘What do they do?' a voice from the crowd demanded.

‘Some revolting barbarian ritual, no doubt,' another suggested as Yi was at last lowered to the ground.

The King stepped forward, grinning as he looked down at her. Yi took a deep breath, then rose, to stand. She was shaking, but firmly upright as she swallowed, sucked her cheeks in and spat a gout of mixed saliva and troll jism full in his face.

For one brief instant there was nothing, the crowd absolutely silent, the King staring as if unable to take in what had happened as the clot of filth rolled slowly down his cheek. Then the crowd was screaming, demanding death for Yi, by hanging in a cage, by impalement, by burning, and a dozen other agonising choices. At last Uilus wiped the mess from his face, now dark with fury, and when he spoke, each word was spat from between his teeth.

‘Still no respect, you barbar slut!? Die then, if that is your wish, on the pyre… no, drowned like the rat you are and the pyre also, upside down in a tub of pig filth as you are stoned. There, that is fitting is it not?'

He had turned to the crowd as servants hurried to him with water, towels, wine and more. Laughter and calls of approval answered him and his anger vanished as swiftly as it had come. He stood, took a deep breath, then reached out to take a cup of wine from a proffered tray, downing it in one before speaking again.

‘Quaedes, a second draft. I shall show the next what a fucking is. Clearly I was too lenient with the first… yes…'

The moment he had swallowed his elixir he turned to Iriel, whose stomach was tying itself in knots. She glanced to Aeisla, who responded with a soft nod. She took hold of her foolish leather top, pulling it high to spill her breasts free. Uilus grinned and reached out to take her breasts, squeezing them hard to make her nipples pop as she took a mouthful of the leather and bit hard into it. Then he had taken her by the hair, jerking hard to pull her down to the ground. She went, caught off balance, to sprawl on the grass. Uilus immediately clambered over her, legs straddled, his square and meaty buttocks over her head. He squatted down, and the crowd roared with laughter as first his balls and then his buttocks settled onto Iriel's face.

She began to kick and struggle, unable to stop herself as she was smothered in the reeking crease between his buttocks, and her response drew fresh laughter and jeers from the crowd. He lifted a little, to dangle his balls onto her lips, and as he settled again she forced herself to open wide, thinking of how obedient Yi had been.

Iriel was already gagging as Uilus' scrotum filled her mouth. He tasted foul, of rancid spice and sweat and dirt and unwashed man, of Yi's cunt and of the Brat's sick. Yet she sucked, rolling the fat balls in her mouth, only to have him sit lower, spreading the soft flesh of his anus over the tip of her nose. He began to masturbate, his hand thumping on her chin as he tugged his cock. Her head was filling with angry voices, an insane elation rising within her, yet her tuppenny was tingling and the urge to spread her thighs was rising, even as he began to squirm his buttocks against her face.

Again he settled, pressing her nose deeper up his anus, to set her kicking again, in blind misery and shame and rage as he eased forward, to drag his balls from her mouth and present her with his bottom. She began to lick, pushing her tongue into his bottom ring even as spasms began to shake her body for her shame and anger, her control slipping, the voices rising to screeching fury even as her thighs came up and wide.

Uilus laughed, his balls stopped slapping on her chin as he rose and she was left gasping on the ground, struggling to control herself, her whole body shaking, her mouth wide with dirty saliva running from the sides, her legs still open, her tuppenny juicy and ready for fucking. His cock was erect again, a column of gnarled flesh sprouting from beneath his heavy belly, the head glossy and purple with blood. Behind him, she saw Aeisla bite into the leather of her costume, then break into a grin.

Uilus stepped between her thighs, brandishing his cock as he sank down, blocking her view. The head was put to her tuppenny, and in, filling her as his weight settled on her belly, her chest. His mouth found hers, and as he attempted to kiss her she broke. Raucous screaming exploded in her head. Her body jerked, bucking upwards to hurl Uilus off and send him rolling away. He cried out in anger, then pain as she clutched at his throat, screams breaking out on every side, curses, orders. A body slammed into her, knocking her aside, Kaissia, screeching.

‘Mine! He's mine! You…'

Iriel let go, her head suddenly clear as Kaissia took her place. Guards were rushing towards them, the leader slashing out at Cianna as she tried to block his path, his sword cutting into her arm even as Aeisla's fist took him in the neck. Cianna screamed and went down, the guard also, as Iriel rolled frantically to one side. For a moment she saw Uilus's face, black-purple, the eyes bulging, dribble running from his open mouth, the abandoned dog quirt twisted right into his neck. Then she had bounced up, to fall again immediately as a guard barrelled into her.

They both went down, he struggling to get off Iriel and at Kaissia, she clinging to his sword arm in raw fury, indifferent to the scratching of his mail on her naked flesh. She twisted hard, throwing the guard, who grunted in pain as he hit the ground, and she was on top of him, triumphant screams ringing in her head. Every hurt and indignity she had suffered boiled up inside her as she wrenched at his wrist, twisting viciously even as his fist drove repeatedly into her side. The sword fell loose. She snatched it. For one moment she hesitated, until her father's voice came cold and clear into her head, then she had thrust the point deep into the guard's neck. Blood sprayed her face and chest, the salt tang rich in her mouth and she was screaming in glee, all thoughts of mercy gone.

A leg was near her, male, and she hacked out viciously even as she scrambled up, cutting deep to evoke a scream of agony abruptly silenced. The man collapsed, his neck cut half through, and Iriel found herself standing in clear space, and silence. Aeisla stood near her, her long legs set wide, a bloody sword in hard, braced in defiance of two guards. Cianna was down, clutching her arm, Yi also, a sword full through the flesh of her leg, both white faced with pain. Beyond, the cloister was all but empty, those few who remained staring horror struck at Kaissia, now knelt up on the King's chest, her face set in a feral grin. He was plainly dead, his body limp, his tongue lolling from his mouth, yet still she held the quirt tight around his neck. From somewhere in the distance screams sounded, then the clang of arms.

‘Now?' Iriel demanded.

‘Now we die,' Aeisla answered, her voice high with hysterical laughter. ‘Come, Kaissia.'

She hurled herself forward at the guards, who gave, one running, one hesitating, then leaping into the cloister an inch in front of Aeisla's cut. Fresh guards burst into the court. Aeisla gave way, Iriel and Kaissia moving quickly together, their backs to the two wounded girls. The guards moved closer, warily, a Twelveman shouting commands, each and every one glancing to the body of their dead King. More followed, another twelve and a third, a man in Royal colours and brilliant armour with the last, Palades Tavian. Iriel braced, her throat painfully tight, her stomach churning as she waited for the rush, knowing that with thirty-eight to three there could only be one possible outcome, yet her rage still singing in her head.

Prince Daken's voice rang out, demanding that they be taken alive. Aeisla answered with a curse, but he spoke again, a demand for allegiance, not to himself, but to the Princess Sulden. Iriel risked a glance back, to find him stood up on the wall of the cloister. Beside him, naked, her breasts and belly still soiled with her own sick and the dead King's sperm, her features twisted in terror, was the Brat.

Chapter Six – Erijome Forts

Standing at the window of their chamber high in Prince Daken's palace, Iriel looked down across Oretes. They had been there for nearly a month, unchained, free but confined in practise. Yet it seemed that Prince Daken had kept his word. There was no guard, Cianna and Yi had been tended to with care, and their needs had been attended by female servants.

In the court she had fully expected to die. With the King and four of the Royal Guard dead, it had seemed inevitable, and as she waited for the rush she had heard the clash of cups and yells of encouragement in her head. It had never come. With both Prince Daken and Palades Tavian proclaiming the Brat as Princess Sulden, attention had moved away from them. Order had been restored with a flexibility that would have been impossible in Aegmund, while it was clear that the overwhelming reaction to the death of Uilus was relief.

Palades Tavian had come forward to negotiate with Aeisla, ending with them being spirited away, ostensibly as captives. Only a handful of people now knew where they were, and those old and trusted servants of the Prince. He had visited only twice, and then briefly, with all his time and resource needed to smooth the transition from the rule of Uilus to that of Sulden. The girls had remained cautious, but with Cianna and Yi wounded they had had little choice but to follow Daken's instructions and hope that he acted in good faith.

She turned at a noise, to find him standing in the doorway, smiling quietly. Aeisla, who had been by Cianna's bed, rose quickly, but her hand left the hilt of her sword as Daken raised a calming hand. Cianna pulled herself up, wincing at the pain in her shoulder. Kaissia made a last stroke on the sheet of charta she had been using to set down the events in the court as a saga. Yi remained peacefully asleep.

‘It is done,' Daken remarked. ‘You are now free citizens of Oretea.'

‘We may come and go as we please?' Aeisla queried.

‘Hardly that!' he laughed. ‘It was no easy matter to justify not having you put to death in some elaborate manner, and as it is I have been only partly successful. Yet you are not slaves, and no man may claim to own you, myself included.'

‘I thank you,' she answered him.

‘Partly successful?' Kaissia queried.

‘Partly,' he answered, ‘in that the populace think you dead. I had no choice, as you can no doubt readily imagine. Normally, regicides would be executed at a lengthy and public ceremony the details of which I shall spare you. In order to calm the mob I have had Sulden declare you animals, and the ceremonial execution therefore no more appropriate than for a troll or bear had Uilus fallen to such during a hunt. I therefore stated that you had been netted and killed by my personal guard. Hardly flattering, perhaps, but it was a question of expediency.'

‘It would have clearly been easier to order the guards to finish us in the court,' Kaissia remarked. ‘You are a man of high honour, for an Oretean.'

‘More likely he has preserved us for some yet deeper scheme,' Cianna put in.

‘Do not be ungracious, Cianna,' Kaissia replied. ‘Prince Daken had behaved with honour, let that be sufficient. It is a remarkable saga, our part alone being worthy of perhaps thirty stanzas, yet the whole would be a fine thing to record indeed. I would gladly write it for you if I had the details, Great Prince.'

‘Again our customs differ,' Daken answered. ‘These are not matters for public record, nor record of any form. In Aegmund you would record these events?'

‘In so far as they do credit to the participants, certainly. You have shown courage and intelligence, surely it is fitting to have your deeds recorded for your escutcheon?'

‘Not so, at least, not for deeds such as these.'

‘Tell us then,' Aeisla demanded. ‘How, for instance, did the Princess Sulden come to be in her cousin's harem?'

Daken grimaced, then shrugged. ‘Strange, that I may speak to Aeg as I never would to my own kin. That part was simple enough, and not to my credit. When Palades Thraxus died, the general expectation was that Uilus would be declared King, his own also. However, it was already plain that his character was unsuitable, and therefore Sulden was proclaimed Queen with myself as Regent. As such, a stalemate existed between Uilus and myself, neither able to remove the other, yet there was no question in my mind that he would have Sulden killed, just so soon as she was old enough to make it seem a simple childhood accident. So I took her, allowing him to think I myself had done the deed. Another council decision followed, and on this occasion he secured the Kingship. He was clever, then, before addling his brain with drugged wine, and for some years it was as much as I could do to defend my own position.'

‘He attempted assassination?' Aeisla queried.

‘Naturally, as did I. Neither succeeded, until your intervention. Indeed, for the last ten years or so we have lived in comparative amity, each content to let the other be. Meanwhile, Sulden grew up on my estates, not as a Princess, but as the child of one of my own slavegirls. So matters might have continued, but with Uilus becoming ever more debauched and ever more arrogant, my hand was forced. He began to make gestures designed to humiliate me, and other members of the House Palades, a mistake, also to promote his debauched friends to positions of importance and trust. Palades Tavian, for instance was entirely loyal to Uilus before the titular command of the army was given to another, and not even of the House.'

‘This I understand,' Aeisla remarked.

‘It was the same with Sulden. Uilus and his friends visited my estate, and wished to play a cruel game with the slavegirls, making them eat to capacity and then fucking them to see who would be sick first and in what manner, with bets on the outcome. I was foolish, and spared Sulden on the pretext of illness. Uilus realised she was a favourite of mine, although not why. Inevitably he demanded her for his harem and I could not refuse without making an open defiance, which would have been madness, so I made a present of her. That was two months before your arrival, since when he has treated her with endless cruelty, as have his eunuchs. You saw how he made her sick on his cock in the court, a favourite trick of his.'

‘We did, and yet, in the harem, it must be said that much of her woe she brought onto herself,' Aeisla put in.

‘That I can imagine. I fear I indulged her whims too greatly as a child.'

‘No question. Does she know we live?'

‘She does. It is not my intention to hold back from her, as was necessary with Uilus. There are difficult times ahead for Oretea, and palace intrigue has taken up too much of my resource.'

‘Much of this intrigue is simply too sordid to find a place in the saga,' Kaissia remarked. ‘Yet I shall include your tricking of Uilus into bringing the troll, that was a valid use of your cunning.'

‘Yes,' Daken replied. ‘I felt I seeded his choice well enough. The true art was in making him believe he had conceived the idea himself. Yet troll or no troll, I had fully expected you to die. That is a remarkable trick. Never have I seen such speed, nor ferocity, in women or indeed men.'

‘It was taught me by the witch Aurora,' Aeisla explained. ‘She gave me a vial of the elixir to provide me with the strength and will to bring a girl free from the celibentuary at Kavas-Arion…'

‘Celibentuary?'

‘It is where the Mundics confine those highborn girls who have shamed themselves,' Kaissia explained.

‘I will not pretend to understand,' Daken answered. ‘Go on.'

‘The girl was Sulitea,' Aeisla continued, ‘who in the course of time spent in the Glass Coast and the halfling lands in the north-east of Apraya gained that secret, and others. She herself is now a witch.'

‘There are none such in Oretea, nor have I ever heard of such an elixir.'

‘This is no surprise. An activant is needed, and in any event, what girl, especially one of your tiny Oreteans, would drink the jism from her tuppenny after being ravished by a troll?'

‘Just so. It is widely known in Aegmund then?'

‘No!' Kaissia laughed. ‘Consorting with man-beasts is an unthinkable shame, even for a lowborn girl, even for Yi, who is the daughter of the town dung-gatherer.'

‘Yet it is done, by these witches?'

‘Witches do as they please,' Aeisla explained, ‘yet they are essentially pariahs, apart from all others, save for certain ceremonies and occasional mediation.'

‘Such things must also be used with care,' Cianna added, ‘while milking trolls for their jism is no easy task.'

‘There are drawbacks, it is true,' Aeisla admitted, grimacing. ‘The full elixir calls for a complex array of ingredients, each of significance. For some while I took a raw version, as we did this time, mere troll's sperm activated by a taste of leather. Slowly, and without realising it, I became more masculine in trait, until by the time I returned to Korismund it was too late. Now I seldom use it, and only when I must, yet still there are times I cannot control my rage. At Kaissia's shaming in Aegerion this was so, when I saw she was to be put to a troll.'

‘And in Staive Cintes?' Iriel queried.

‘I had two vials of true elixir,' Aeisla stated, ‘prepared by Sulitea herself.'

‘Which she gave us,' Kaissia put in, ‘but she did not say the elixir was largely troll's jism.'

‘You might have refused to drink it,' Aeisla chuckled. ‘So, Prince Daken, what of us now?'

He paused to seat himself on a couch, then went on.

‘Cianna is right to say that my motives were not purely altruistic, but there is no great depth to my scheme. I wish to explore the possibility we discussed before, of your going into Vendjome. Firstly, some of you have association with these witches. Could any master an effectuation?'

‘My ability is poor,' Aeisla admitted. ‘I have no sleight for magic.'

‘Four years I served Sulitea and I can achieve only the simplest cantrip,' Cianna added.

‘No more will be required,' he answered.

‘Are we wanted as agents, to bring out information?' Kaissia queried.

‘No, not as spies. Your task…'

He broke off at the sound of bells from somewhere beyond the chamber, then of voices and female laughter. Two girls appeared, both familiar to Iriel from the harem, but now clad in silk wraps of gold, crimson and black, and clearly handmaidens as they were scattering red and yellow rose petals on the floor. Two more handmaidens appeared, one with a fan, the other with a fly whisk, then the Queen herself, unrecognisable as the naked, impudent slut of the harem whose face Iriel had sat on.

She was dressed in golden silk, but no mere wrap. The main part was a magnificent robe, high-collared, long-sleeved, angled across her chest to leave one breast bare, snug to her neat hips, then flaring to a loose skirt the rear of which formed a train supported by two more handmaidens. Crimson and black embroidery covered the material in elaborate patterns, some curving to enhance the shape of her body, others depicting flowers, birds, cats. Her hair was piled high on her head and trapped within an elaborate cage of golden filigree set with a great ruby at the centre of a starburst of jet, with lesser stones. Her slippers were also golden silk, again sewn with rubies and pieces of jet. Her face was painted in elaborate detail, exaggerating the natural pout of her lips, the height of her cheekbones and the size of her eyes.

‘Great Queen,' Daken acknowledged her, rising and bowing his head but immediately sitting back down.

Sulden responded with a nod, then spoke to her handmaidens.

‘Away, all of you, run off, or I will have the barbars eat you for their supper.'

She laughed, light and high, a sound full of arrogance. The handmaidens retreated, backwards, bowing as they went. Sulden turned to the girls.

‘I will not ask you to kneel, as you should, for the Prince Palades Daken has counselled me to the respect of your barbarian customs. You have served me well, and I thank you for your part in bringing me to my rightful place. To reward you, I now appoint you my personal guard. Livery is to be made in appropriate style and colour, while…'

‘Great Queen,' Daken said patiently, ‘this cannot be. There is a Royal Guard, whose loyalty is to the Palades, and you must express your faith in them. To set up a group of outlanders as your personal guard is madness, and the more so when these same outlanders have killed four of the guards' number. Besides this, and as I have explained…'

‘I am Queen,' Sulden answered, ‘and I will have my way, in this, and in all other matters besides the great questions of diplomacy and war, as you shall see.'

‘Sulden…' Daken began patiently, only to be cut off by her.

‘And I think it would be appropriate if you were to address me formally, uncle, at least in the presence of others. All should address me as Great Queen, is this not so?'

‘Indeed it is,' he answered, ‘and yet…'

‘Then do so,' she cut him off. ‘Come, uncle, you would not seek to make me seem a puppet, would you? I shall defer to you in matters of state, and always my voice will be as yours in the council, yet in matters such as these…'

‘Sulden… Great Queen,' he interrupted her. ‘Be assured that in such matters I shall provide no more than the lightest of advice, yet in this instance…'

‘No, uncle. Here I am firm. They are to guard me.'

‘Sulden, I…'

‘No, uncle.'

She stamped her foot, showing the same petulance which had earned her so many spankings in the harem. Iriel suppressed a chuckle, thinking of the contrast between the haughty queen and naked slut who had licked all five of them to orgasm, then wondering what Sulden's true intention was in wanting them to guard her. A desire for revenge seemed likely, that or a hidden desire to be given the same treatment once more in the quiet and privacy of her chamber.

Daken had gone quite at Sulden's show of temper, and for a long moment gave no response at all, only to suddenly reached out, grab the sleeve of her gorgeous robe and with one even motion haul her across his knee. An instant later, even before the echoes of her horrified squeal had faded had he twisted her arm high into the small of her back and was disarranging the train of her gown.