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Revenge Of The Frog Prince

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(Penultimate episode, and I'm going to pat myself on the back here, because this is the longest thing

I've ever written and I think only the second thing I've completed and posted to the forums. I must admit, for someone diagnosed with ADD, I'm proud of myself) :cool::beer:

V.

Ice cold water woke her up. The cages were on the ground again, and she was unchained from its embrace, and fell face first to the floor, unable to use her incredible sore arms to catch herself. She was put on her feet, still aware that she was naked and that they men in armor were touching her. They released her arms and hands, only to pull them in front of her and bind them there. She used this opportunity to cover her sex, which they did not need to see any more of then they already did. However, the men handling her had other plans. They brought her hands to her neck and used another rope to keep it there, and brought over a sharp knife and basin.

“You really do not want to take a piss right now,” said the man, who obviously had heard of her exploits but had not been victim to them. “You might find yourself one clit short. Here, play with this.” He placed in her hands the cursed toy that started it all. And then, to her utmost humiliation, he proceeded to slice off all her pubic hair. She was still hurting from the Princes violation of her, but the knife at her crotch would make it worse. Cold steel touching her slit made her want to shake so badly, and she ended up using her fidget spinner to distract herself from what happening.

“There,” he said, once he was finished, “Doesn’t that make you feel prettier?”

There was a chance for her to kick him in the crotch. It disappeared as someone grabbed hold of her leg.. The barber too his tray, and the man with her foot proceeded to measure her ankle, wrist, neck, and the distances between for her slave uniform, which she was informed would only consisted three sets of chains, one to connect her hands, one to connect her feet together, and the last to be attached to her ankle bracelets, slide through a loop in her wrist chains, and be connected to a collar on her neck. “It’s been quite awhile since I last did this, but I think I got the hang of it,” said one of the men conversationally.

It was only then that she noticed the cage next to her was empty. And in front of it was a sinister puddle of liquid, it could be yellow or it could be white, but it was hard to tell in the light.

“Where’s my friend?” She demanded of her tailor.

“All in good time dear,” said a voice behind her. A familiar one. She turned half expecting to see a frog sitting there, and not the Green Prince of the Black Marshes, her captor, her rapist, her master. “I wouldn’t do anything to the little woman without you being there to see. She’s engaging in some recreational activities with some of the boys before her final hours. Are you done here?” He asked the measuring man.

“Yes, your grace. I’m off to the smithy this very minute.” And he took off with his rope and his notes, leaving the Princess Slave and the Green Prince alone together.

He took a step towards her, and she took a step back. Her took another step towards her, and she took another step back. “You still look like a horrible frog,” she told him. It was the most insulting thing she could think of.

“My dear,” he said, having backed her against the wall, “My skin is not so thin as you believe.” He grabbed her toy in one hand and threw it away while the other stuck The Princess Slave across the face. “I’ll enjoy all your pathetic insults. But for now, my desire is great, and I am going to take you back to my chambers. I think you’ll like it. It’s the best room in the whole castle.” She knew which one he was referring to.

By her rope leash he dragged her up the steps of the dungeon, and up towards the Southeast tower. And when they got there, the Princess Slave found workers there painting the walls of her own bedroom green. “Everyone out,” the Prince yelled, and they obeyed. Most of them gave the Slave Princess an up and down look as they based, and one or two even whistled. With her hands tied cruelly to her neck, there was no way of covering herself.

“We will wait here until it’s time to see your Witch off,” the Prince said, leading her not to the bed, but to a hanger protruding from the wall. He tied the leash tightly above it, while the Slave Princess stared at her bed. Had she been able to fall on it she might immediately have fallen asleep and never woken up.

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked him, cruelly as cruelly as she could. “Is something wrong with your technique? Are you incapable of fucking a woman lying down like a decent human being?”

“I think I need to revoke your talking privileges,” he said, shoving another piece of cloth into her mouth and tying it around the back with a strip of leather. “Don’t remove it, or you might find your tongue around your neck. And as regards my technique, I guess you’ll have to judge for yourself.”

And just then two women came in, and the Prince invited them to bed. They were from lessers houses in her father's court, and she didn’t really know them all that well, but the Princess Slave could tell that they hated her guts. The gave her looks of pure malice as they engaged in all kinds of sexual acts, and it was causing her great bother. It was torturous watching them for hours as they lay in bed, drinking wine and groping each other. Occasionally the ex-Princess in the corner would be acknowledged. “Look at her lips, slave. Ohh.” the Prince Groaned, his hand on the back of the head of a girl who was giving him head. “See how she starts slowly at the tip and works her way down. See how they make an O shape. Your’s will need to be a perfect O shape if you want to sleep vertically. Ahh.” He ejaculated into the girl's mouth, and she spit it onto his, no her bed. “And you’ll also be expected to drink all my seed without letting a drop spill.”

“Some frogs are hard to please I guess,” said the other girl, and both the visitors laughed, the BJ girl snorting semen out her nose as she did. The Prince shot up out of bed and grabbed both women by the hair, dragged them to the window and flung them out. Their screams grew fainter and fainter until suddenly there was a crash below.

There was a knock at the door, and a soldier peaked his head inside. “Is everything in order your grace?”

“Have someone clean these sheets, and someone else take those two cunts out the window and have them nailed to the tree by the pond that was my prison for so many years. If it can be done, nail them in frog shape, and let it be known that I will have little humor for any and all jokes about the curse I was afflicted with. Speaking of which, when does the execution start?” The Prince was trying to brush off the hairs that had gotten stuck in his hands.

“Not for another hour your grace. The prisoner is being tended to by the guards she drenched this morning.”

“We’re starting now. Get all the important people to the forge, and have everything ready to start in ten minutes.”

“Yes my lord.” The man scurried away and the Prince got dressed. The Slave Princess stared in horror at him.

“In case you were wondering,” he told the Slave Princess, “You may call me all the frog based insults your tiny mind can think of, and it will earn you no more than the mildest punishments. The insults of Slaves do not bother me..” He took hold of her leash again and dragged her from the room. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Was all the Princess Slave said.

“Yes, what?” he asked.

He was trying to get her to call him master. That was not going to happen now. No need to rush into submission when she didn’t need to.

“Yes you are a touchy little frog,” she said.

“I guess I’ll have to put in an order for some nipple and clit rings for you. You are a very expensive date, Slave.”
 

VI.

Immediately on arriving at the forge, the Slave Princesses restraints were replaced with the chains she was fitted for, welded together so that they were permanently in place. The ground burned her bare feet. She covered herself as best she could, but no one was paying any attention to her. At the very center of the forge was a pool of liquid. Chains were rattling and moving about above them. She could herself suspended up there and being slowly lowered. A beautiful statue for the Prince to display to his guest. He would likely set her into a submissive pose. Squatting down on her toes with her legs wide open, or standing spread eagle or bent backwards to be made into a chair or some other humiliating position.

The Princess thought about jumping in, ending it all, and possibly flipping the Prince the bird and she sunk. She imagined herself frozen like that forever, naked, standing and holding up her middle finger at the man she hated most for all of eternity. He would probably display her anyways somewhere prominent, let people know she was his little victim, and her pitiful act the defiance meant nothing.

“Your time will come dear,” Said the Prince, grabbing the iron collar around her neck. “Though I have no love for you, I do wish to retain your beauty.”

At the other end of the room was a horrific sight, suspended on chains over the pit like a marionette was the dead King, He was dressed in a jester's costume, with the fabric cut out of the crotch, so that his cock and balls hung out. He wore a jester’s hat, and his eyes were sewn open, so that his lifeless eyeballs rolled around. Servants rubbed an ointment over his body and costume, making sure to completely cover him. A servant woman caressed his genitals in the ointment and mined sticking it in her mouth for the pleasure of the soldiers. At a signal from the Prince he corpse was pulled over and then lowered into the pit.

The Princess Slave shed one of her last remaining tears for the lifeless husk of the only man she ever loved as he was lifted out after several minutes. The thing dripped silver and appeared to be without proper form. The pulled it to the side and doused it with buckets of water, causing steam to sizzle and excess silver to drop. When it was over, it looked like the thing that had gone in, only now made of precious metal. The Prince walked up to the statue, grabbed it by the crotch handle and said, “Pleasure to meet you sir, I wish to ask for your daughter's hand in slavery.”

The entire forge erupted in genuine laughter. They must have thought it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. The Princess didn’t think it was such a good crack herself, so remained noticeably stone faced. “In the future,” said the Prince coming back to her, “You are required to react to all my jokes. You don’t have to necessarily laugh. You can cry, you can get angry, you may even get confused. I’ll allow it.” He waved the statue away and away it went.

From the other edge of the room, the Witch was escorted in. Her arms and neck were tied to a long wooden crossbeam, two men holding each side so as to guide her. There were ugly red welts all up and down her beautiful body, and she still wore her tongue necklace, though she was no longer gagged. The men began to spread ointment all over her. She allowed it, standing still.

The Slave Princess had ran out of tears. Still, she turned to the Prince, got down on her knees before him, the way he would like, and said, “Sir, please do not do this. I will do anything you want for what remains of my miserable life, but I ask that you let the Witch go.”

There was no emotion in her voice. There was plenty emotion in his cruel laugh. “Sir, please I’ll do anything,” he mimicked her. “There are so many things wrong with that sentence, Firstly, my name is Master, not Sir. Secondly, you are my slave, and will do whatever I say anyways once your training in complete. And of course thirdly, your cunt Witch deserves what she’s getting.”

“That is the kind of dickless response I expected from a frog turned impudent little man.”

The place stopped. Everyone was staring at her, and not at the good bits. The Witch gave her one last surprised smile. The Prince seemed to be burned up inside, and just maybe on the verge of turning green with anger. But then it passed. And it looked at her as if thinking hard. It was an act, of course, but he did it anyways. “Well I guess there is one thing you can do to save your friend,” he said, and while stepping around to make the Slave Princess have her back to both The Witch and the pool. “It is your only chance, so don’t blow it. Well, actually, do blow it.”

He took down his trousers to reveal his cock. The idea of her mouth on that thing made her sick. She tried to look back the The Witch for guidance but the Prince grabbed her by the hair and pushed her to her knees. “You don’t need to look at her,” he said. “You don’t need to look at anything but what is in front of you. And if I’m satisfied with your performance, I will allow the Witch to work alongside you. It will not be a pleasant life for either of you, but it’ll save her from the pool and you’ll have someone to suffer with.”

There was commotion going on behind the Slave Princess, but she was unable to see what it was. He brought his crotch forward and brushed her face. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? How do I know this is not one of your tricks?” She said.

“Well, then you would have sucked my cock for nothing. Which you eventually do anyways, and one my command, and enjoy it. This little exercise will speed up your training. But this is your one chance, your only chance to save your friend. Don’t you think that there’s possibility that I would keep my word? And you’re going to sneer at that and let your bestie perish because of your soon to be non-existent pride? What a bitch!” Everyone laughed at this.

The Slave was defeated. She knew she had no choice. She brought her face forward and opened her mouth. “It starts with a kiss.” He said. Obeying, the Slave kissed the head, and then brought her mouth over it and began to suck. He still held her hair and was guiding her back and forth, while her tongue whipped around the thing in her mouth, which was beginning to harden. It brushed against her teeth, and she had the idea of biting down on it, but what stopped her was the fact that, to her horror, she was enjoying this. Yesterday she had woken up a Princess, and everyone curtsied and bowed to her and she wore fine dresses and was treated with nothing but respect, and now she was a Slave, naked in chains and being humiliated but this hateful man, and made to give him pleasure. And she enjoyed it. She began multitasking, with her fingers at her nether lips.

She was about to pull her head back again but he stopped her. His cock was all the way in her and hot salty semen exploded into her. It shot down her throat, and was also dripping from her mouth. He took it out of her, and wiped her face with it to clean it off, before pulling her to her feet and her hands away from her. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to do that.” He said.

She wasn’t listening to him. The hatred was back, and she couldn’t believe she didn’t take that opportunity to bite his dick off. Especially since The Witch, still tied to the cross beam, was hanging over the liquid silver, legs kicking and body shining with oils. The Slave swallowed what was left of the cum and said to the Prince. “Please, don’t.”

“Do you mean, remember our deal?” He laughed, and gave the signal. The Witch looked pitifully at the Slave, ashamed of her, before disappearing into the pool.

****

The statues were placed at the pond, cement pedestals were made for them. There was talk of turning the king into a fountain, only with the water pouring from the spear holes in his body, but for now, the jester stood, his arms raised above his head, looking at his former castle. There was a rumor being spread that it was good luck to grab his penis.

When the Witch had become solid, one leg was bent under her and the other was outstretched. There was a pained expression on her face, and it seemed like her eyes always followed you around. Some of the guards told the Slave that the Witch was immortal, and actually still alive, encased in her new silver prison for eternity. Whenever the Slave was down with her work at the pond, the guards would remind her to say goodbye to her friend, and though at first she ignored this, she began to comply.

The new King had ordered that the pond be filled in with dirt, and that was only the responsibility of his personal slave. She would wake up everyone morning from her standing cage, hanging out the window of the King’s bedroom. If she woke up before he did, she would just watch him sleep, his arms around some whore who he may or may not dispose of when he was down with her. Once he woke up, he would take her out and use her before handing her over to her overseer who would feed her gruel and take her out here, where she was given a shovel and made to fill in the pond her toy had fallen in, causing all this to happen.

Eventually, her body would wither from lack of nutrition, and she would join the other two here. The King had showed her some concept sketches for her poses, and none of them were pleasant, and some even looked impossible. And still, she was looking forward to it ending. This new life of hers was nothing but pain and humiliation.

Although, the sex was good.
 
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