The pretty little princess lay on my bed, trussed up by ropes tied around her loose blue dress. Her curly, long blonde hair lay in tangles around her, but her blue eyes were locked on mine. Despite her obvious disadvantage (being tied up with her own panties shoved in her mouth), she still shot me a haughty glare, reminiscent of her character before the revolution's victory. Well, I guess she still thought it WAS before the revolution's victory, but I would...persuade her otherwise.

We had finally managed to overthrow King Tyros, the bastard king that managed to exploit us. Through interesting diplomacy and espionage, we managed to infiltrate the castle and capture the king and all his men. Tyros right now in the dungeons, negotiating with Ursos, the rightful king, and I, Mythos, Ursos' closest advisor, was given Jenny as a reward.

Princess Jenny was every bit the spoiled royal brat. I had served in a mission in the castle, to gather information, as her servant once. She enjoyed humiliation, and I didn't even get the worst of it. One of her favorite games was to have my hard cock out, with me trussed up, and try to see how many kicks I could move it away from. I could hardly walk afterwards, at times.

But now she was the one trussed up, and oh, would I make her cry. Harros, a wizard and a friend of mine, had prepared for me a potion, something along the lines of a love potion mixed with a potency potion, something that would set her on fire with lust. I pulled the panties out of her mouth, and she began to babble angrily.

It was sad how much she thought she was worth. She kept on mentioning the other kingdoms, to the north, the west, the south. It was, in fact, these other kingdoms that had protected and harbored us, the rebels, and had provided us with weapons and food. But she didn't need to know that. Yet.

I forced her mouth open, and poured a third the red, spicy looking brew down her throat. She coughed and gagged, and got some on the bright green silk bedspread, but, by and large, got most of it down. I waited, holding the vial in reserve in my pocket.

I didn't have to wait for long. Her angry glare and babbling changed quite quickly. Her face grew red, sweat beaded on her brow. Her words became interspersed with breathless gasps, and she began to accidentally sprinkle her words with sexual terms. "You know that...cock...I mean they won't let you possibly stay in pussy spank...the throne for long..."

Jenny shut up as soon as I took my cock out of my simple pants. Her eyes followed it, unable to leave it, and she licked her lips as if she wanted to eat it. I bopped her on the nose with it, and she tried to lick it, any part of it, and moaned when she couldn't. I grinned. Thank you Harros.

I untied her arms and legs, and had her strip nude. She tore off her clothing, actually ripping a part of her dress, and tried to leap for me. I had to forcibly hold her back and tie her hands and legs again. I admired her immature body, which would eventually grow out to be a tantalizing specimen. Her breasts were just beginning to bud, and I bet that they probably were quite tender right now. Her bald pussy dripped moisture as she shifted from leg to leg, greedily eyeing my cock, wondering if she could leap to it from the bed.

It was time for my revenge. I put my pants back on (much to her sorrow), and led her to the door. She had to hop, but my promises to satisfy her lust seemed to appease her, for now. She ignored the wondering eyes of the guards as I led her down the hallway, with her nude body on show for all. This was going to be fun.

We visited the kitchens first, where all the serving maids who had been punished by her, the cook who had been shamed, got their revenge. The cook was first, a broad, gray haired lady who still had a nice body. She didn't go for any sexual punishment, instead bending Jenny over her knee and giving the princess what seemed like a few hundred hard paddles with her wooden spatula. Jenny cried out, but I told her to shut up and took out my cock. She immediately grew quiet and her eyes latched onto my cock. She made small mewling noises every once in a while, but that was it.

After the cook seemed satisfied, she pushed Jenny back at me, eyed my cock, and smiled. "I can see why she'd be acting like that!" I gave her a grin in return. Somehow, this made the revolution all worth it.

The serving maids, a group of catty females (well, NOW they were catty) ranging from nine to twenty nine were set upon her next. I couldn't see what they did to her, since they immediately forced her to the center of the group, but I heard slaps, and pissing, and moans. Some of the girls came out of the center with nearly nothing on but a big smile, and they all gave me a kiss as they passed.

When the last one had pissed on and slapped Jenny, I recovered her. She was a mess now, her blonde hair matted, piss all over her body. Her pussy was red as well now, and it almost appeared she couldn't walk. Apparently lust trumped pain, and she followed me again like a dog. I almost felt pity for her, but remembered the time she had the toymaker put in stocks for coloring her favorite toy wrong.

Still, she was a pathetic girl now, whimpering and eying the bulge in every man's pants as we passed. Every person I passed was invited to take some sort of revenge on the princess who had so thoroughly made their lives miserable. Her tutor gave her the spanking of a lifetime, turning her angry red ass to almost purple. The bodyguards (who were really only loyal to the money, near the end) had fun roughly molesting her, watching her moan as they stroked so close to her pussy, but never giving her an inch of pleasure.

When we reached the hot water springs that served as the castle's baths, she was a mess. Poor, once-arrogant Jenny had been made to beg, to lick feet, to kiss ass, namely, everything she had made others do. Her hair was tangled and matted, and she had urine, milk, and other things all over her body. Harros' potion was still running strong, and, despite her reddened pussy and ass, she still tried to beg men, women, anything to fuck her. In fact, on the way here, I saw her eyeing one of the big black guard dogs...

When we finally got there, I stripped as well, and laughed as she stared at my long, hard cock lustfully. I pushed her into the hot water, and she yelped as it came into contact with her body. Ignoring her protests, I took a piece of hide and began to roughly scrub her body. By the time I was finished, she was clean, but also a bit sore, judging by the way she tried to keep most of her body immersed in the water.

I decided it was time. I stood up, and my huge cock came with me. It was about the same level as her face, and, as I walked closer, it nearly touched her eye. She was a bit more wary now, giving me a helplessly pleading look as she stretched her tongue and neck for a taste.

Her tongue was electric on me, but I didn't show it. Jenny, on the other hand, seemed so surprised that, for the first few seconds, she just sat there, looking like an idiot. Then she suddenly went into action. She burst forward and had the cock shoved halfway down her throat. She didn't have her hands, as they were still tied, but instead used her upper body and neck to manipulate herself into the positions she wanted. She went viciously fast, and I didn't even move as she slammed her mouth down on my cock over and over again. A bit in, I decided she was no danger, and untied her hands.

They joined her mouth. She ignored me, ignored my face, my body, everything but my cock as she lustfully stroked and licked it. It was too much, those blue eyes, which had once been haughty, now shining only with lust. Her wet blonde hair, swaying back and forth as she used her mouth as well as she could.

The first spurt caught her by surprise, and she had to sit back and cough it out. The second missed her shoulder by a bare bit, and went into the water. She looked scandalized. The next few went into her mouth, and the rest, she smeared over her face, looking absurdly happy, giving me a thankful smile.

Then, some of her former personality seemed to return. Harros had explained how this would happen. The potion was sort of like a seasonal river. When someone drank it, its effects would flow through him or her totally, dominating their mind with lust. However, even after its normal effects were gone, it would still slowly wear down the drinker's resolve, turning him or her more and more lustful. What I liked most was that the person who fed the drinker would be foremost among the drinker's mind...

Jenny seemed to be fighting with herself. She would mutter something about disgrace in the old, haughty tone she used to have. Unconsciously, she would lick a drop of cum running down her face, then look horrified that she had done so.

I decided to take matters into my own hands. I left the pool and got the potion. Then I went back and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked around, face contorting with lust and hatred.

"If you drink this," I told her, "I'll fuck you."

She immediately looked delighted, then looked angry. She pushed my hand away gently, but kept her hand on the bottle. Her head snapped back and forth between the bottle and a point in the distance, and she licked more cum off her face. I put my other hand forward and stroked her back gently, and she shivered despite the heat.

Jenny decided. She snatched the potion up, took out the stopper, and chugged it down. Then she threw the vial aside and locked eyes with me. She looked both afraid and expectant. We didn't have to wait long.

She soon grew lusty again, and one of her hands dropped down to massage her aching pussy. I leaned forward and helped her scoop the rest of the cum from her face to her mouth, and helped her wash her face. Then, she sat down on a stone ledge underwater, and stretched her legs so far apart that the toes stuck out of the water. I took a bit of time to stroke her small, firm breasts and her immature body, then began.

I guided my cock through the water to her tiny vagina, using touch to feel the way there. I positioned it at the entrance, and she looked on expectantly, eyes begging me. So I pushed in, kissing her along the way. She was extremely tight, and I could feel her tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing, as I worked my way deeper and deeper into her.

She bit her lip in pain, but welcomed me deeper, pushing down on me as I pushed down on her. We finally met, and Jenny let out a deep sigh. I began to move, and she simply relaxed as I treated her to the feelings of a lifetime.

Her eyes glazed over with pain and pleasure as I moved in her tight, tight pussy. The water slowed me down, which was good, since otherwise I would have gone hard and fast, and maybe even broken her fragile little body. As it was, she moaned as I went as fast as I could, slamming deep inside her in an almost unusual silence.

My hands went to cup her tiny breasts, and she smiled as I played with her nipples. With each thrust, it felt like I went even deeper and deeper, and she seemed to feel it too, pushing harder and moaning more.

I came deep, deep inside her, so deep that I thought it might stay there until she had her period and it got her pregnant. We sat there, wallowing in the warmth, and she kissed me, saying that she had cum too. I grinned as I hugged her close, and thanked Harros silently for his miraculous magic, able to turn this haughty bitch into a kind, humble princess in a matter of hours.

Overall, it took longer than that. Despite how we had privately humiliated her, that could not be done publicly, as Ursos might lose favor among the people who were still loyal to the royal line. No, the point of all we had done was to soften the princess, make her a sort of puppet through lust and sex. And I was glad to be the puppet master. I acted as a link between Ursos and Jenny, as they both traveled the country and made treaties and speeches.

Jenny burst in the door, startling me. I had been redrafting her next speech, to be recited at the Nine Halls' Palace in Larxis. She was wearing a silk, blue dress that perfectly complimented her eyes and vibrant hair. She flung the simple diamond tiara she wore to the side before jumping forward to hug me. I felt her body pressed against me.

She stood back again. "Ugh, I hate these," Jenny commented as she took the pads of cloth from the breast area of her dress and flung them aside. Despite the fuzz she had grown on her pussy (she had shaven it, at my request), her breasts had stayed the same, barely bulging shape that they had been before.

Unfortunately, this country had put sexual prowess on breast size, so she had to make herself look a little bigger, while wearing a very tight dress to give the impression of reality.

But now, she shimmied out of her dress, and I noticed her pussy was bare. I raised an eyebrow. "You didn't wear anything underneath?"

Her voice was muffled as she tried to get the dress over her head. "Nope! It was fun, knowing I gave a speech on righteousness while letting my pussy drip onto the stand!"

I sighed. "You need to take less risks like this."

The dress finally was thrown aside, and she stood naked except for her soft cloth shoes and her high, white, frilly stockings. She took a totally unabashed position, standing in front of me, hips thrust a bit forward, hands on hips. "Or you'll what? Stop having sex with me? Believe me, half of them would be ecstatic to see me flash my underwear. They're all pigs..." She squealed.

I had dropped my pen and knelt below her, giving her pussy a nice wash with my tongue. As she finished, I looked up. "Oink?"

"Oh you!" she said exasperatedly, slapping my head lightly. She made no move to stop me pushing my tongue in her, and she even grunted a bit as I spread her labia with my fingers. When I judged she was sufficiently wet, I stood up. Without any order, she went to the bed and got into the doggystyle position. "I think I want it this way today. After that speech, I need it hard and rough..." Jenny gave me a smile.

So I gave it to her the way she wanted. She sighed as I entered her, and pushed her stockinged legs closer to mine. I took her like an animal, and she grunted like an animal, easily but tightly taking all of my hard cock. She pressed her face into the soft bedspread when she came, screaming. She usually did so many times when I fucked her, especially as deep as this.

Her hands clawed at the bedspread, her legs thrashed. She was tight, and wet, and warm, and perfect. I came with a mighty thrust inside, and she did again. We collapsed, sweating and breathing hard. She managed to get some words out. "If...we do this...too often...I might really...get pregnant."

I stroked her hair. "Then I'll just have to start taking the back door!"

She glared at me. "Not funny!" She still started laughing, though.

I lay there, massaging her back, giving her kisses now and then. I wondered what it would be like to raise a child with this princess not much more than a child herself...