Chapter 3
Her vision remained only blackened. For how long, she did not know. Everything was calm and as though she slept peacefully. Yet, she felt her body cold all over as if she stood naked in the cold winds. But while her body was at cold peace, her mind was plagued with visions, visions of her time as captive, and the Argonian wife of the pirate captain. Even in these visions, she could still feel the Argonian woman's touch, her hands, her claws, her body, her lips, her teeth, her tongue. But this state of moment would soon end.
Princess Barbara woke up and found herself lying under the soft sheets of a luxurious bed in a luxurious chamber, wearing a white nightdress. The servants of this place would soon greet her and explain to her where she is, and how she got here.
Apparently, Argonian pearl divers were swimming in the sea waters the pirates left her to drown. They found her, and somehow managed to break the chains that dragged her to the sea floor. They took her to their boat and were found by the nearest military vessel tracking the pirates, and the sailors brought her back here in the City of Lando, another state in High Rock much less recently established than Ringford, therefore more expanded. The soldiers had brought the unconscious princess before the ruler of this state, Queen Tamara, an Imperial woman who married the late Breton king who previously ruled this state. Under her orders, Barbara was treated for days, until she had just woken up from her long slumber.
When she was well enough to dress herself in sleeveless dress, and walk, the princess was invited to join the queen for a morning breakfast. Barbara met the queen more than once on occasion whenever Tamara visited Ringford for political and noble gatherings, but the last time was three years ago. Now in the dining hall, with fair skin, dark hair, revealing lavender silk dress, and lavender lipstick, sat an Imperial woman, Queen Tamara, whose exceptional beauty had grown stronger with age, now in the age of forty.
Sitting next to the queen was her son, Prince Derek, a formally dressed Imperial male, though he was half Breton on his father's side. It was a surprise to Barbara seeing how this prince who was also eighteen years of age had grown into a lean, strong, handsome young man, with short trimmed brown hair.
The queen was as kind and welcoming as Barbara had remembered, like a motherly figure. Thanks to her, the princess was allowed to stay in the castle, free to roam, and to be treated as though she was the princess of this nation. During a month of peace and recuperation, Queen Tamara acted more like a mentor and mother with Barbara, which allowed her to gain the young woman's complete confidence. The queen realized that once the princess fully trusted her, she knew the next step in her plan would begin soon, once the girl was ready or when the time was right, while Barbara felt she trusted the queen enough to ask for her aid in her quest to reclaim her kingdom.
One evening, the princess requested visited the queen in her private chambers to discuss private matters, where the princess made her plea to queen regarding the reclamation of Ringford.
"Please, Queen Tamara," Barbara begged. "I need your help! Help me reclaim my kingdom!"
The tall Imperial queen looked into deep into the young Breton princess's eyes that were full of desperate emotion that alone told the queen she was begging the queen for the aid of her kingdom, and would shed tears if rejected. The queen smirked, knowing that now was the time to begin the next step. "Of course I will help you," she said, her figure gently storing the young girl's pale cheek. "But you must give me something in return."
"What do you want from me?"
Tamara smiled seductively. "You're were in-love, were you not? If you want me to help you, then all you must do is kiss me, as if you were kissing them."
"What?" she asked confusingly.
"If you kiss me, as if you were kissing your true love, I will aid you in reclaiming your kingdom."
Barbara was very hesitant.
The queen chuckled. "You're not afraid are you? Are you going to lose your kingdom over a single kiss?"
"Very well," the princess reluctantly agreed.
Soon, the queen came and gently pressed their lips, however, the kiss was cold, emotionless, and lifeless. Once they parted lips, Tamara was unsatisfied. "Oh, that was awful," she said before turning around.
"Wait," Barbara halted her. "Forgive me. I will try again," she said, having no time nor choice, and was desperate.
"Do not waste my time," the queen warned. She moved close again. "You have to make me believe," she whispered seductively.
The queen embraced the princess, holding her face with one hand. The kiss was slow, gentle, tender. The Breton girl could feel the Imperial woman's gentle breathing, feeling her passion as their lips were pressed. The queen slowly and gently pulled her lips away from the princess. They looked at each other in awe for a short moment. Barbara was unaware that Tamara had been using powerful enchantments. She was prepared for Barbara before she arrived, enchanting her dress, her lipstick, and even rubbed those enchantments on her skin and body, generating a seductive aura round her. She was even injecting Barbara with a spell through the kiss. Even the drinks offered to the princess everyday also contained seductive alchemy.
Then the queen embraced the princess once more, with her hands over the shoulder and neck shoulder as she pressed for another kiss, one that was passionate but more deep and lustful, and the princess allowed her to have her way. The magic through the kiss allowed Tamara to feel Barbara's love for Prince Damian and grief over death of the both the prince and her father. The queen secretly felt delight from the experience. Once she pulled her lips away again, they were both breathing a little heavily.
"Very well," said the queen. "I will help you. But if you must work to keep it. Will you do anything for me?"
"Yes, anything," said the princess, not under the queen's spell.
"Are you willing to be my lover…my obedient slave?"
Under the enchantment and alchemic influence, Barbara had no idea what Tamara meant, but she couldn't help but be smitten by the woman. "Yes, I will be your slave."
"Well my dear, you'll have to prove it," the queen smiled wickedly.
The princess still had no idea what she meant, but the seductive magic that controlled her made her think she was willing to do anything to gain the aid of Queen Tamara. "I'll do whatever you demand… whatever it takes."
The queen moved around and hugged the young woman from behind. "Let's find out." She began stripping all of the young Breton's clothes, leaving her shivering and naked. Then she sneakily grabbed a leather dog collar from quickly slipped it around Barbara's neck. "I've dreamed of you being my precious pet."
Barbara turned and faced the most dominating woman. She felt her heart race out of control when the strangest feeling hit her. The Imperial queen swiftly attached a short leash to the collar and jerked the strap until the Breton girl's head moved up and down. "Oh yes…yes, yes," she moaned.
Queen Tamara tightened her grip on the leash and slowly walked around the room a couple of times to demonstrate her control, before halting beside her chamber bed. "It will take total obedience for you to prove your loyalty…total obedience," she whispered and stared straight into the bewildered eyes as she jerked the leash to garner more of the girl's attention.
Then Tamara kissed Barbara again, while the girl followed her lead, and before long they were kissing and making out.
Over the past month, under Tamara's spell and conditioning, Barbara had been serving as the queen's personal pleasure slave. Yet, true to her word, the queen has been gathering allies and their armies, arranging for a coalition force to retake the City of Ringford, though she secretly had her own intentions.
The echoing call of the city birds marked the beginning of a new morning. Princess Barbara blinked her eyes open, nestled deep in the folds of silk and satin of the queen's expansive bed within the queen's opulent bedroom, still darkened by the curtains covering the windows. She felt a warm soft body snuggling close, an arm draped over her abdomen.
Queen Tamara stirred behind her. "Mmmm...sleep well?"
Under her spell, the princess smiled contently. "Always in your arms."
"Good," the Imperial woman pulled the Breton girl close, molding their naked bodies tight against each other.
Barbara leaned back into Tamara's warmth. The queen kissed her neck, nibbling on her shoulder. The princess whimpered in pleasure as fingers caressed her bosom, and her own hand reached back, sliding gently along a sinuous thigh pressing against her own. The queen rolled her over onto her back, leaning up to kiss her lip to lip, followed by their tongues dancing. The queen's hand glided lower, shifting between the Barbara's legs. The pale young woman opened herself, gasping, loving the queen's expert fingers. Their kiss turned longer, deeper, with the princess whimpering throatily as a fingertip slowly worked its way into her. The queen broke the kiss and looked down at her beautiful pet, smiling as the princess thrashed about in ecstasy. And then the queen bent her head towards Barbara's lovely bosoms, and enjoyed sucking them, adding more burning pleasure to the princess.
When Barbara climaxed she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping. Pleased, Tamara shifted onto her knees over princess's head, a leg next to each of the young woman's ears. The Princess of Ringford immediately licked up, making contact with the Queen of Lando's already moist treasure. The Imperial woman moaned in pleasure, arching her back and rubbing her full breasts before she bent down, and suddenly the princess felt a hot tongue on her own treasure. The queen hugged her tight as she covered the Breton's own treasure, and her body felt warm and sinuous on top of Barbara's own.
By the time the fun was over, the two women rested on the bed, gasping and reveling from their physical intimacy. Then the queen lifted and held the princess in her arms, like how one would hold a baby, before she put her nipple in her mouth and made her suck it, making the queen moan.
"I have good news, my dear," said Queen Tamara, looking down at the young woman in her arms. "The allied nations have agreed to our cause."
"Really?" said Princess Barbara, looking up at the queen.
"Yes. And now that we have allies to help us retake Ringford, I think it's time for you reward me for my efforts."
"Reward? But I have been your obedient slave."
"Yes, and you done an excellent job. But I need something. Something that only you can give me. Something important."
"What do you need from me?"
The queen chuckled. "You'll see. Now then, I have a surprise for you."
The queen got off the bed, leaving the princess to lay there, so that she could retrieve from a case what appeared to be a horker tusk, like those from the coastal beasts at the north of Skyrim, but modified to look less like a tusk and more like a phallus, surrounded by leather straps. She then proceeded to fasten this strange device around her waist by her pelvis, so that the modified tusk jutted out from her crotch in a manner reminiscent of a male erection.
Then the queen brought out a special lubrication which she started rubbing all over the princess's body, especially her private place. Once the Breton was covered in it, the Imperial started rubbing the lubrication all over her own body. Once the queen was done, she laid down next to the princess and started rubbing their legs against each other, while her hands were all over the pale body. It was all really slippery.
"Does it feel good?" she asked.
"Yes."
Afterwards, the princess was rolled by the queen to wound up on her hands and knees, which left her perfectly positioned and completely vulnerable. The queen was behind her, and was overly excited. Barbara was gapping her mouth as her throat tightened, as she felt the queen slipping the strapped tusk inside her. The queen rammed her hips and buried her strapped device inward. The princess tried to breath, but she couldn't. The tusk pierced her and was embedded into her heart and soul as the queen held her hips steady and slowly pumped her.
"Oh, by the Divines," Barbara moaned.
Arching her back and swaying her long dark hair back, it didn't take long before Queen Tamara was able to rapidly drive her hips back and forth, ramming inside with each thrust, while the princess was moaning over and over, feeling she was lost in a random dream as she continued to allowed herself to be seized and used by the ruler of Lando. To add more amusement for herself, the queen seized and pulled Barbara's long brunette hair with one hand, making the scream in moaning as the pumping continued. Then the queen leaned forward, letting the princess feel her bosoms rubbing her back before she snaked one hand over the left shoulder to steer the girl's face to kiss the queen who leaned her head over the other shoulder.
Afterwards, the princess was rolled to be laying on her back on the bed while her legs were being spread by the queen who again inserted the tusk, before she leaned forward, her breasts pressing down on those of the princess before she pressed their lips together while her hips began moving, switching between thrusting and swerving in circles, before the girl was allowed to let out her moans as their lips parted. While the process continued, the queen would have locked their lips again in a deeper, longer kiss, while the girl whimpered throatily, until she eventually climaxed.
Later at midnight, when the servants had turned in, Queen Tamara privately met with her son, Prince Derek. "Go to your chambers, young man, and you might receive some company," she whispered, giving him a knowing wink. "Let me work on our little sweetheart, so don't go to sleep. Oh, and don't forgot to drink the potion of stamina and fertility. I will give her one was well."
Derek watched in awe as his mother walked off towards her chambers. Once inside her chamber, the queen saw Barbara standing there, and as ever, the young pale beauty looked lovely in her usual bare-footed appearance, wearing nothing but a revealing white slave girl's dress.
The queen approached and wrapped her arms around the slave princess from behind. "It is time. We have the rest of the night to ourselves," she whispered in the girl's ear.
Barbara rolled her head back onto the woman's shoulder, as she felt the lips kissed the side of her face. "Yes," she moaned. "Please… oh please, take me, I've waited forever."
First, the queen had the princess drink a stamina and fertility potion. Then once again, the Imperial woman began stripping all of the young Breton's clothes, leaving her shivering and naked. Then she sneakily grabbed a leather dog collar from quickly slipped it around Barbara's neck, followed by swiftly attaching a short leash to the collar and jerked the strap until the Breton girl's head moved up and down. Once that was done, Queen Tamara tightened her grip on the leash and led the princess to Prince Derek's chamber, where the young man laid naked in bed, waiting.
Barbara stared in disbelief at Derek's unexpected risen manhood, and wondered if Tamara would actually order her to have sex with her son. Abruptly, the queen left her standing in the middle of the chamber, and walked over to a chair. "I'm going to sit over there and watch as my son helps you fulfill your end of the bargain."
Barbara felt her entire body on fire, while feeling a strange cold breeze in the air. She watched the queen walk across the room, marveling at the queen's seductive beauty, hips swaying with each step. However, one second she was looking at the queen, the next second, two strong hands pushed her back, forcing her to the floor, where she used her hands out to break the fall, and wound up on her hands and knees, which left her perfectly positioned and completely vulnerable. The princess lifted her head and glanced across at the queen for some kind of guidance.
"Don't move, my love," the queen commanded. "Stay on your hands and knees, and let my son take care of you."
"Oh by the Divines, what will he do?"
"Well, my love, if I'm going to retake your kingdom for you, it is only fair that we make some insurance."
"What?"
"Just like that. Stay on your hands and knees like a good little pet. Derek knows what to do."
Derek was behind her. He was overly excited, just as his mother was. He arched his back, and Barbara, gapping her mouth as her throat tightened, as she felt his manhood slip inside her moist treasure. The prince knew what to do. He rammed his hips and buried himself into her. She tried to breath, but she couldn't. The manhood pierced her and was embedded into her heart and soul as the prince held her hips steady and slowly pumped her.
"Oh please," Barbara begged as she looked at Tamara sitting in front of her. "Please, no, not with Derek."
The queen smiled at her, while also feeling aroused by the presentation before her. ""Oh yes, my love. He is putting a baby inside of you. Together, you will conceive and provide an heir who will inherit both our kingdoms, yours and mine."
It didn't take long before Derek was able to rapidly drive his hips back and forth, ramming inside with each thrust, and for a while princess was moaning, feeling she was lost in a random dream as she continued to allowed herself to be seized and used by a man who was neither her late husband, nor a man she loved. She moaned in rapture as soon as she felt his warm seed filling her.
Even though Prince Derek released his seed, he aimed to continue the process as he arched his back, kept himself inside the princess, and used his arms to raise her knees off the floor, where Barbara screamed as her inner being continued to be scorched and felt her slim hips being pried, until the process would lead her to absorb more of his seed.
"Yes, that's it," Queen Tamara encouraged her son. "Fill her belly as much as you can, just to make sure."
During the following year, Barbara had given birth to a Breton child, an heir who will inherit both the kingdoms of Ringford and Lando, giving Queen Tamara exactly what she wanted from her.
While Queen Tamara had the child was placed under special care, she kept Princess Barbara as her slave for a little while longer, until she felt bored and decided she was no longer needed, now that the queen got exactly what she wanted from the princess, and arranged to give her away to slavers, so that when she is out of the way, and Ringford is retaken, the new heir will become the next ruler, under Queen Tamara's rule.
However, the story of Princess Barbara has yet to end.