The Princess' Predicament - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"I'm getting to old for this shit." Thought Hegar as he slid along the wall. His back ached and his fierce bearded face bore a scowl. One of the mercenaries that the prince had brought in to kill the royal family stood just around the corner. Unfortunately the Mercenary was between Hegar and his goal, the apartments of Princess Aruyan.

Many years ago Hegar had joined the Royal Navy and gained great renown, glory and promotion in the service to old King Jelar. But then after many years he had taken some grave wounds and, even after the healers were done with him, deemed unfit for duty at sea. At that point he was already a High Captain of the King's Royal Marines, and not yet thirty-five. The King had offered him the duty of a royal body guard and he had soon been assigned to protect the tiny young daughter of the King, Aruyan.

That had been twelve years ago. Hegar was now forty-six, nearly forty-seven. Aruyan was sixteen. Her half brother Prince Kregosh was twenty-five. The King and Queen were dead this night at the Prince's hands, and if Hegar didn't get to the Princess and get her out of the palace before the mercenary squad behind him, she would be dead too.

Hegar slowly slid his dagger out of its sheath. Then he quickly slipped around the corner, grabbed the mercenary over his mouth, jerked his head up and shoved the dagger up under his chin. The mercenary died quickly. Hegar lowered him to the ground, pulled out his dagger and stepped to the door.

Using his key he unlocked the heavy wooden door and pushed it open. Your highness?" He called out. No answer. He pushed the door closed behind him and relocked it. Then he turned and began to go through the apartment. When he reached the bedroom her again called out. "Your highness?"

A faint voice came from the wardrobe, "Hegar? Is that you?"

"Yes your highness."

The door opened and the face of a lovely young girl peeked out. Her face was oval, place skinned and high cheeked. She had full lips, a cute little chin and eyes the color of storm clouds. Her hair and eyebrows were darkest black, thick and lustrous. She had obviously been crying from her puffy appearance and sad expression. On confirming Hegar's identity she rushed from the wardrobe and hugged the burley bearded soldier.

"Now, now, Princess. It will be alright." He patted her back for a moment, then pushed her to arms length. "We've got to get you out of the palace. Are you up to a bit of running and skulking?"

"What about mother and father."

Hegar thought about what to say, and decided to get things set straight. "I'm sorry your highness, but I saw your brother put them to the sword not a quarter hour past. There is a squad of mercenaries coming this moment to bring you to him, no doubt for the same purpose."

The Princess' face bore a stunned look in response to this news. But she nodded. "I saw the banners from my window. I suspected it was him. He is keeping his promise, I guess." She looked torn between anger and sorrow, but she gave in to neither.

"Come along now Princess, not much time."

Hegar lead her to the door, used the small peep hole to confirm the squad was not yet there, then opened the door. He paused long enough to pull the dead sentry inside, then strip him of his surcoat. He pulled on the poncho like garment emblazoned with the sigil of Kergosh, made a face of disqust, then closed and locked the door.

He took the Princess by the arm and rushed down the hall. Over the next hour they spent their time dodging patrols, hiding in out of the way nooks and having to double back from blocked exits. They hid near the postern gate in the empty slave quarters. From tiny window Hegar could see this gate was open and guarded by only two sentries. Unfortunately the hallway outside had many men moving back and forth. They were trapped so close to an exit.

He sighed and turned back to the Princess who had been examining the contents of the room in which they hid. "It's no good your highness. The moment we step outside this room we'll be seen. If only you didn't look... Well, so much like you."

The Princess turned to him and said, "What do you mean?"

"Well, the guards are all busy on errands and such. I could probably go out that door, walk like I had a purpose and thanks to this accursed surcoat, walk right out, or at least up to, that gate. I might be able to take out the two sentries by surprise, and then we'd be out into the dock ward. From there it's a short dash to the boats and trip down river and out to sea. I grew up either in the water or in a boat, so I could get us across the Bay of Winds, and maybe find a port on the far side that would grant you sanctuary."

"And all that stands in the way of this plan is my appearance?"

"That's the way I figure it."

"So I need a disguise?"

"Yes"

"I don't look like a soldier, even if I put on armor and everything I am too small, too girly. Yes?"

"Yes your Highness."

She turned to the cabinet behind her and pulled out a jar and sat it on the table. Then she pulled out a slave collar and small box. She said over her shoulder, "Do you still carry a healing potion?"

"Yes your Highness, you know all of the royal body guards carry one."

"Then I have a plan."

"You do?"

"Yes, I shall go in a disguise that is even better than yours."

"And what would that be?"

"A slave girl."

"What!?"

"Think about it. The other soldiers would see your surcoat and assume you are one of them. If they saw a hairless, pierced, collared slave they would not think her the missing Princess. Would they?"

"But Princess! You can't! You'd have to be naked, and pierced. And we'd have to remove your hair. All the royal slaves are depilated."

"I know. This was the slave master's office. This jar is the depilatory. This box contains the rings and needs for the piercing. If you give me a bit of the potion they should heal right up and look old. Here are collars, cuffs and a leash. Everything we need."

"But you're a Princess."

"If we do not get away I shall be a dead Princess."

"Yes, there is that."

"Can you think of anything better?"

"No your Highness."

Aruyan removed her gown, then her undergarments. Hegar could not help but notice she had grown into a lovely young woman. She was fairly toned from riding. He breasts, though not overly large were very nicely shaped with large nipples. She opened the jar and quickly downed the depilatory potion. Almost instantly she felt a tingle sweep across her skin. She began to rub herself and hair began to shower from her. First the light down on her arms, then she ran her hands over he scalp, coming away with masses of long black hair. She swept, down her body feeling a bit embarrassed as her pubes fell away. In short order she stood there more naked than she had been since birth.

Hegar felt himself becoming aroused. It was custom in the kingdom and surrounding territories to remove a slaves hair. It made it nearly impossible for them escape by posing as a free person, and served as a constant reminder of their status. He was quite used to pleasuring himself on the palace slaves when the urge was upon him and had become very accustomed to bald women. It struck him that the Princess had a very nicely shaped head, and that the lack of eyebrows somehow made her eyes seem more piercing. He tried very hard not to look between her legs at the mons and labia that would now be exposed.

The Princess then picked up the box and brought it him. "You'll have to do the piercing."

"Yes your highness."

He sat down the box, and turned back to her. "You might scream, maybe?"

She nodded and returned to the cabinet. She removed a gag, shaped like a man's penis and slowly placed it her mouth. She pulled the strap behind her head and buckled it. Then she spread he legs shoulder width, and put her hands behind her head. She had seen slaves stand like this countless times and knew it would give Hegar easy access to the parts of her body he needed to reach.

Hegar sighed, prurient thoughts running through his mind. He shook his head focusing on the purpose of their actions, picked up the box and prepared. He selected six steel rings and a large needle from the box. He knelt before the Princess and said, "I apologize Princess, but there is no delicate way to do this." She nodded and closed her eyes.

Herger began to gently work at her clitoris. It took several minutes and the Princess was breathing quickly and very flushed by the time he was sure he could pierce her correctly. Placing the needle against her clit, he quickly popped it through. The Princess jerked and squealed loudly, were it not for the gag they would surely have been heard. Once she calmed a bit her pulled the needle on through and threaded in the ring. Once it was through her flesh the enchantment kicked in and the ring fused into one seamless surface.

Next he did her labia. Her lower three rings he placed and then he stood. Her nipples were already very erect, but he deftly tweaked them to make sure they were as hard and erect as they could get. He pierced her left nipple, then her right. Last he pierced the septum of her nose. She reacted to that just as strongly as she had her clit. All these done he stepped back. She continued to stand there for a moment, till he said, "We're done Princess."

She shook her head. "You want me to do the ear cuffs and others as well?" He asked. She nodded. He looked in the box and couldn't find the necessary things so he went back to the cabinet and soon found several other boxes of rings, studs and cuffs. He also found the large pliers like instrument for putting the wide cuff bands into the cartilage of the upper ear.

He set to work on those first. Then he unbuckled the gag and asked her to open her mouth. He easily pierced her lower lip, giving her the distinctive labret ring of the palace slaves. But he was nervous about the tongue stud. He knew it had to go in just so. She knew what was next so she stuck out her tongue and waited. He got out the healing potion and sat it aside. Then taking her tongue in his fingers he held the needle in place. She again closed her eyes. He counted to three then quickly forced the needle through her tongue. She reflexively tried to withdraw it, but between the needle and his grip she could not. He took the stud and slipped it into the hole from below and screwed the small ball on top. There was a faint glow as another enchantment kicked in.

Once that was done he quickly opened the potion and poured about a third of it down the Princess's mouth. A full vial would bring a man back from the edge of death, so he figured that would be more than enough. The Princess, in more pain than she could ever remember felt a wash of coolness flow through her. Where it flowed pain passed. In its wake another feeling remained. She realized she was very aroused. So aroused that the sensations she perceived from her nipples and clit were almost, but not quite pain.

She said, "Thank you Hegar."

"Uh! Yes your Highness."

She picked up the collar with attached wrist cuffs, and slender chain link leash. She handed them to Hegar. He put them on her, snapping the catch. Luckily this style relied on the fact that the slave, their hands fastened behind their head, could not reach the catch. So no key was needed. He then affixed the leash and stepped back.

Fifteen minutes ago he entered this room with elegantly gowned, raven haired Princess. Now he held the leash of a luscious little slave. Her clit and nipples erect, pale skin flawless and smooth.

"Well, do I look enough like a slave?"

"Oh yes your Highness."

"Then let us go. I don't want to have gone through all of that for nothing. I never imagined that kind of pain."

"I'm sorry your Highness."

"I know Hegar. Can we go now?"

"Yes your Highness."

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Taking the leash in his hand he went to the door. Aruyan had no choice but to follow. He opened it and saw a pair of mercenaries moving along rapidly some distance away, and another moving toward them. He would have to pass the one closely. Well, this was probably as good a chance as they would get.

He quickly opened the door and stepped out into the hall. He moved down the hall trying to radiate purpose. He wanted everything about him to send the message, "I am on a mission, do not interfere."

As they approached the lone mercenary, he spoke up. "I thought the king had summoned all the fuck toys to the throne room for a big celebratory orgy."

Hegar shrugged and continued to walk. "He might have, I wasn't invited."

"Me neither, so where you taking this little piece of flesh."

"Captain told me to bring her to the back gate. I didn't ask why."

"We have time to enjoy her?"

"If we did, do you think I'd be talking to you?"

The mercenary laughed and kept going, as he passed he gave Aruyan a swat on her ass that made her yelp. He did not see the look that Hegar gave him that would have told him that he missed dieing by the barest thread of luck.

After that they made it down the grand promenade and to the door to the rear courtyard. From there they had only to walk across the courtyard and they were at the small postern gate.

The two guards looked pleased but puzzled as they approached. One of them said, "What's this?"

Hegar said, "A gift from the Captain. Don't ask me why, but he told me to bring this cunt to you two. I'm to relieve you while you take turns."

The guards smiled and looked at each other. The one that had first spoke said, "I'll go first."

"Like hell you will."

"Look, someone has to go first."

As they bickered, neither guard noticed that Hegar dropped Aruyan's leash. He stepped in close saying, "Now boys. Let's settle this like friends and comrades." He raised his hands to their shoulders in a friendly jesture. Before either of them could react he palmed the back of their skulls and slammed their faces together. They staggered apart just in time for him to slit one throat. The other opened his mouth to scream but Hegar kicked him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him before he could call out. Then he plunged the dagger into the mercenary's left eye. He grabbed Aruyan's leash and ran from the gate before the bodies hit the ground.

Continued in Chapter 2

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