The Princess' Power Play - Part 1(Local)

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==THE PRINCESS POWER-PLAY, PART ONE OF TWO================= Midday was the worst possible time to be walking out in the streets of Ajallabad, City of a Million Faces. Naturally, that was the time her Royal Highness, Princess Anunit decided she wanted to go out for a walk. Things could not be more inconvenient for Rey Baj, mercenary from the Thyrzan highlands. He'd grown up in cooler, mountain climes, amongst shepherds, fishermen and grape-growers. Now here he was, veteran of a dozen campaigns, finest sell-sword in the Sultanate, and what was he spending his time doing? "Keep up, man-servant." the Princess pouted, as she swept with suprising grace and speed through the thronging crowds, her fine dress trailing through the dust. Sixteenth daughter of the Sultan, she rarely saw her father or indeed anyone but her sisters, servants, slaves and royal guardians. She had decided, seemingly on a whim, to hire him to be her personal bodyguard, despite protestations from the Royal Guard and the Palace Eunuchery. "If its -ever- suspected you have so much as touched her, you will wish cutting off your balls is the worst punishment we have." They had warned him. At the time he had been too dazzled by the sheer amount of gold- real gold- they were willing to pay him for what seemed like a babysitting job. How hard could it be? This hard, apparently. "Mud up ahead, man-servant! I don't want my new sandals getting dirty!" she called out, and the swarthy mercenary hurried up with grim reluctance. The princess stood waiting, her thick silken dress hanging loose on her slender frame. Barely into her mid-teens, the Princess Anunit had smooth, olive skin, entrancing green eyes, wide curvy hips, a tight butt and a slight well of a developing bust. It was difficult not to notice these details about her, especially considering some of the things she had been forcing him to do lately. Her eyes flashed impatience at him, her foot tapping. "Hurry up! I want to cross this damn patch." Sighing, Rey unhooked his now rather tattered and worn grey cloak- the universal garment of mercenaries in this part of the world- and threw it across the mud patch. Without even pausing to nod a word of thanks, she trampled his cloak easily into the thick, squelching mud. He winced. He would be the world's first Browncloak mercenary, it seemed. Then he realised that this probably wasn't just mud, but shit from the nearby stables aswell. "Its hot for a cloak anyway." He muttered to himself, hurrying to catch up with the Princess. If he lost her in the city, or let anyone common accost her, they would have the rack oiled up and waiting for him before sundown. "Finally! Man-servant, I think I'm going to buy some new underwear today. Madame Malikh's is just up ahead. You will accompany me." "Yes, your highness," he said between gritted teeth. Even more annoying than her impatience, her blatant disregard for her own safety and cleanliness, even more annoying than her commanding voice, was this. Anunit was clearly hornier than a mountain goat in rutting season, and he was forbidden from doing anything to besmirch her honour. Not that she didn't do everything she possibly could to invite it, and risk his life in the process with her teasing and flirting. He stood silently inside the shop, as she swanned about, taking various gauzy fine strips of silk and linen from the racks, the Madame and her staff bowing and scraping generously. He must have looked incredibly conspicuous in this woman's place, a man in thick leather armour, a dull grey turban, and a prominent yataghan curved sword at his side. He scratched his wiry black beard idly. He liked to keep it trimmed and oiled, as was the fashion in this city, but he didn't go so far as to style it into points. He was no fop. "I'm going to try these on. My man-servant will accompany me." Anunit said with absolute authority, her eyes daring anyone to object, as she sauntered into the changing rooms, a slender hand not so gently dragging him in with her. "Yes of course, your Highness." The staff said nervously. Rey gave them a hard-look, xhallenging them to say anything or so much as giggle. He had killed many men for less provocation. "What do you think of these, man?" "Please, your Highness, my name is Rey Baj," he said sighing, bracing himself for another session of torture. Would the rack really be so bad after this? Cramped in the narrow changing booth, there was barely a foot of space between them, as the Princess effortless stripped off her travelling dress, revealing her smooth, unblemished back and scrawny shoulders, her dark hair falling like a black curtain in a neat shower down her spine. He tried to keep his eyes firmly fixed on a point above her head, but he found his treacherous gaze wandering south, as ever, to her beautiful, ripe ass, which wiggled back and forth seductively as she removed her lace undergarments. "You like my body man-servant?" she teased, turning around, revealing her dusky, apple-like breasts and taut, flat stomach. Anunit was proud of her ability to control her muscles, and had spent many hours learning the arts of belly-dancing. He knew also that her belly was not the only part of her body she had tight control over. He gritted his teeth, trying to think of unsexy things, like the grossly corpulent Sultan, his many chins wriggling as he ordered Rey to be fed to the crocodiles. It didn't help. Wriggling made him think again of Anunit's ass and petite breasts. Despite himself, he felt himself growing hard. Damn her, she did not make this easy! The princess tried on a number of lacy garments, many barely opaque, thin gauzy veils that wrapped around her breast, and long, teasing waist-cloths that fell in a single, narrow line along the space between her butt-cheeks. He coughed to clear his throat. If the Sultan even so much as suspected that one of his daughters would wear clothes this explicit... "So?" she prompted. "They are very alluring, your Highness. The husband your father will pick out for you will enjoy them mightily..." he said dryly. Anunit pouted. "Ugh! So boring! Do I really have to wait for some old fat-ass before I can really enjoy these garments?" She pouted. "I'm sure you'll help me really try them out later, man servant." She breathed, suddenly leaning in intimately, her breath hot on his neck, the silk around her breasts slipping down, her perky nipples peeking out. "Your Highness-" She slid a hand along his armour, and he steeled his nerve, resolving to try and not react. Her hand slid further, down to his salwar pants, sliding past his belt and caressing his swelling penis. Her touch was suprisingly cool and delicate, as always. He fixated his stare on the wall behind her, gritting his teeth, but despite himself he found he was reacting to her touch. She stroked his shaft with nimble fingers. She had apparently gotten very good at this. "Such a strong warrior you are, man-servant. So virile." she smirked. "I bet you would love to pierce me with your sword." She leaned in closer, letting her nipples brush against his bare arms. "But you're not going to, are you?" The spoilt princess teased. Her hand gripped harder, sliding up and down quicker. He felt himself growing rock-hard, straining against his pants. "Your Highness, please, if the staff find out-" "Oh I doubt they will. Or do you want them to join in? That seamstress girl looked to be your type." She teased. "After a Princess like me, all other women must seem so drab." She slid herself along him, her lips brushing against his neck, her other hand sliding inside his armour and caressing his hard, muscled chest. Her hands quickened their pace. "Princess-" "You really want me to stop? now?" She chuckled. "Okay." And suddenly, like that, she disengaged, her hands leaving him, as she leaned back against the changing room wall nonchalantly. "Help me put my dress back on, man-servant." she instructed, as if nothing had happened. He quietly seethed. Damn her! He was rock-hard now, and his breathing had become ragged, his face flushed. Always she would tease him, and deny him any release. Despite his earlier resolve, he made sure to give her long lingering looks, fixing her image in his mind. He noted with private satisfaction that her nipples were firmly erect, and her neatly-trimmed sex was wet. He wondered just how in control of these games she really was. Helping tie her travelling dress up back, his rough hand lingered for a second on her soft skin, so often lathered with fine oils and scents, feeling smoother than the finest velvet. "Careful, man-servant. One scream from me and your life is forfeit." she threatened, grinning at him, though she clearly enjoyed the attention. He ran his hand up her back as he retied the laces, longing to feel her breasts and plump, bouncy buttocks in his grip. But despite his lapse, he did not go any further. Despite her threat, she said nothing, merely arching her back as he felt her oiled skin. After they were done, she tipped the shopkeeper lavishly, and bought several of her most racy and revealing of fine lingerie. "I like this place. I may return again in a few days. My man-servant gets bored, though. Would you entertain him next time?" she said boldly. eyeing the young women seamstresses, who looked at the mercenary and blushed crimson. "Ah, uh, I am sure for her Royal Highness my staff would be happy to comply." Madame Malikh said awkwardly, her eyes fixated on the thick handful of gold coins she had been given. Rey smiled at the girls, hoping to put them at ease, but they merely blushed more, turning their gazes away. He wondered if the Princess had been serious about the offer? He suspected not. She far more enjoyed teasing him and leaving him permanently wound up than letting him find any release, even with commoners like these. Bowing to the Madame, Rey quickly followed the Princess as she swept imperiously out of the shop, a bag full of lewd undergarments under her arm. The Journey back to the Palace was going to be difficult, especially with pants this tight. He sighed, and tried to think of the gold he was being paid for all of this. When she was married, he knew, he was going to blow off months of frustration, spending all of that gold in one night if he had to, on every whore in Ajallabad.

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========================================================== Evening was falling, and after a long afternoon watching the Princess chat with her sisters and other courtiers, trying hard to conceal his raging erection, things were finally moving towards private guard-duty time again. He had an hour to himself during the nightly feast, when Anunit chatted with hundreds of courtiers and got to briefly say a few words to her father. But, in the evening, he was expected to report to the eunuchs, and stand outside her Bedchambers. They would check every hour to make sure he was there and not asleep, though they did not necessarily do this all the time. The Princess apparently valued her nightly play-time with him. He sighed. Sometimes she would let him cum. Sometimes. After this afternoon, he really hoped this would be one of those nights. He could probably masturbate in his down-time, of course, but somehow she always knew, and would punish him more if he tried to seek release without her permission. It was not hard for her to describe the lavish and intricate punishments that would be inflicted on him if she but said a few words to any of the Royal Guards. After supper ended, and with the eunuchs lighting the torch-sconces throughout the Women's Quarters of the Palace, he walked steadily in his night uniform, a cool tunic and silk purple salwar kameez. He felt almost naked in such light garments, and was not allowed to carry anything other than a small, distinctive kris knife and a horn he could blow if the Princess was attacked. The kris knife was so that if he tried to attack the princess, she had some fighting chance, having been trained in some basic unarmed combat, but also so that if he killed her, the wounds would be known, and his Punishment would make all the Demons in Hell quake. Walking stiffly to his post, he nodded to the eunuch guards, who carried short-stabbing spears. There were many jokes he had heard amongst the Royal Guards about how the dickless eunuchs could carry spears, and the Royal Guards only kris knives when in the Women's Quarters. "Rey Baj. The Princess is running late, but you know your duties. Remain outside, even when she is absent. I will see you again in an hour." The eunuch intoned. He was at least six foot tall, and towered over Rey, his muscles thick and bulging. Rey often wondered how they got so powerful without any balls. Well, if you can't masturbate, you must pump alot of weights, he supposed. "Understood, Toriq. I will see you at the turning of the sands." Baj leaned into the alcove next to the ornate doors that led into the Princess's Private Bedchambers. He closed his eyes, picturing the homeland he had left behind, enjoying these few moments of true silence in these long corridors, the soft padding of feet receding into the distance, with even the chirp of circadas the call of Nightbirds a distant, muted sound. These minutes allowed him to forget Princess Anunit, the Palace, and the stress she put him through. He remembered battles well fought with comrades now dead, he remembered simple but good meals, he remembered running his fingers through the barley in Thyrzah as a boy, and he remembered most of all the simple, clean exercise of practicing with a sword with his father. Those had been simpler days. He couldn't wait to get back to them. "Man-servant! Good News! My father says, since you have served so well the last six months you can be promoted to the Royal Guard, and have access to better armour, weapons- and you can forgo the hourly eunuch check." she beamed, like a cat that had just gotten its cream. She bounded past him, throwing her bag at him, her lacy undergarments purchased from earlier spilling out. "I am going to have -such- fun with you, toy." "Its Baj. Rey Baj. Your Highness." He sighed. It was going to be a very long night indeed.

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END OF PART ONE, OF TWO PARTS==========================================