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A girl trade places with a princess. Remember she is really a pedophile sentenced by St Peter to experience what it like to be groomed and abused. Did she expect a happy life in a royal family, or did she know that others would take advantage of her and use her?
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Back to Hell Part IV Royal Lolita
Suddenly,
Everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting
stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking That
Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a Roman slave,
and I was back in through this time Tunnel.
I
opened my eyes.
I
stood in this medieval town outside some castle gates. I looked down. I
was a poor girl around 10 years old. Before me stood this girl that looked
identical to me. She had a great dress on, and it was obvious that she was
a princess.
She
told me to trade clothes with her. My memory of who I really was slowly
disappeared and I remembered that I was a poor girl and met the princess.
She wanted to go out and meet her kingdom. I remember the deal that we
made; I would be a princess for a week.
We
quickly changed clothes and the nice dress she had on was totally
different that the piece of dirty cloth that I had on. The dress was so
smooth and clean. It felt nice against my skin. I felt sorry for her and
didn’t understand why she wanted to try to put my clothes on and see
what poor people do. She told me that she would meet me here in a week’s
time at the same time.
I
rushed into the castles garden. Think that everything was so clean and
there was so much space without the smells and dirt that was in the
streets where I came from. I went around smelling flowers and looking at
the butterflies. I couldn’t believe it - this place was like heaven.
Then
someone tugged at my clothes. She was shouting and asking where I have
been. I didn’t have a clue who she was. I just could see that she was a
plump woman and had an apron on. She must have been my nanny or something
like that.
She
dragged me in the castle, and up to what appeared to be the biggest room
that I ever seen. She started mumbling things as she took of my clothes.
Then
she started washing my body. Her hands were a bit rough as she washed
everywhere mumbling all the time. When she touched my pussy, I moaned a
bit as she rubbed my pussy. It was like a lightening jolt went through me.
The Nanny noticed this and said, “aye my little princess, Eventhough you
do not have any hair and are flat as a boy, your skin is so soft and so
white as snow. Your long red hair is the envy of many. You are a little
princess slut, and men would love to play with you. You must be clean when
you go to the king. You see my flower, one day you will be married off to
a prince in another country. This will help our country have a powerful
ally. Being a princess is no more than being a national whore.”
I
was red in my face, as she was talking rude to me, saying that being a
princess is just being a whore for the country. Did the real princess have
to listen to this every day? Then she would believe it at the end. I knew
what a whore was. They were those women in pubs that had sex for a few
coins. I was not old enough for that. Come to think of it, I knew that
they had sex, but I didn’t know what it was. I felt very stupid about
this, but was afraid to ask. What if the real princess already knew? She
must have known because she has all the nice clothes and people to tell
her. I just let this maid talk and mutter as she washed me. I don’t
think things and I ever seen so much soap that smelled.
Then
they spent a lot of time doing my hair. They wanted my hair to look soft
and shiny and smelling good. I was thinking that when I was home, I would
just get out of bed, and throw on my old dirty dress and throw water on my
hair. That took 10 minutes. When a princess had to get up, it took an
hour.
After
my hair they put my clothes on. I seen inside the wardrobe and never seen
so many lovely clothes than I did there. It would be so fun to spend hours
trying them all on. But I didn’t even get a chance for that. They picked
out this white dress that was simple. It was fluffy around the sleeves and
at the bottom. There were some ribbons in the sleeves and bottom and
around my stomach.
I
wondered why they didn’t put any undergarments on me or tights or
anything like that. I looked into the mirror, and I could see that the
dress was very thin. You could see my nipples through the dress and you
could nearly see my pussy if you looked very close.
“
Can I not have another dress on?” I asked my nanny.
“
Why?”
“
Well look. You can see through it.”
“
Why are you turning red? His Majesty demanded that you wear this dress. He
said it is very important.”
“
It just doesn’t feel proper. It feels nasty. It feels sinful”
“
A princess does not sin when she works for the nation or God.
It might mean that you have to dress so people can see you like
this, but it is in service of your country”
I
didn’t know what to say. Was I expected to go through court with this
dress on? People will know who I was, and they would think I was cheap and
a slut for wearing these clothes. They would wonder why I didn’t wear
one of my pretty dresses. This was so embarrassing.
I
walked through the cold castle walls. The people we seen along the way
would bow. I could see the men’s eyes silently look up. I knew what they
were looking at. They were looking at my pussy. I could just have well
gone through the halls with no clothes on. I felt like I was a slut, a
sinner for showing my body like this. I felt like their eyes were glued to
me. They were looking at my body and didn’t care if I was a princess or
not.
We
entered the king’s room. He was an old man I thought with a huge white
beard, He was laying in his bed with a sheet around his privates. He had a
glass wine in his hands while telling the others to leave him and me
alone. I could see the Queen look at him with a pleading look. She was
ordered to go out. I wondered why she was pleading. When she went out, she
looked at me in a funny way. Did she know that I was not her real
daughter?
The
King asked me to come and lay on his bed. He had a very deep voice. I was
a bit afraid speaking with him. He was so big and fat. It was obvious that
he did not starve like my family often did.
“
My dear girl.” He started, “ I see that you are dressed with your nice
summer dress. You are big enough to start serving your country.”
“
Everyone is saying I have to serve my country. What does that mean?”
“
You were born a princess. You cannot be the king. That will be your
brother. You cannot be a knight as you are a girl. You cannot be an
advisor or run the country as you are a woman, but look at you. You have a
sexy body. Many men like girls that do not have tits or does not have hair
on your pussy. Your face and hair is like an angel. You can serve your
country and your king by giving your body. This will mean you will offer
your body to our allies and people we want on our side.”
“
Do you mean sex?”
“
What do you know about sex?”
“
Nothing except when a man and woman are together.”
“
What do they do?”
“
I am ashamed to say I don’t know.” My heart was skipping now. What if
he told the real princess? Why couldn’t he talk about other things? Like
how the flowers are pretty in the garden, or if I had enough toys. Not
talking about my body and sex. It was too embarrassing.
He
whispered that he would teach me what I need to know. Then he lifted my
dress off and I was lying in bed. It felt so cold. I looked at the
bedposts. It must have been hours to carve the lions and other things that
were there. I would hate to sleep in this bed and wake up and look at the
tigers staring down at me and wanting to eat me.
This
couldn’t keep my mind off the fact that his hands were crawling up and
down on my chest. His hands were hard so big. I didn’t understand why he
was doing this. Was he trying to make me feel good or what? Because it didn’t feel good. It felt a bit creepy.
He
was starting paying attention to my nipples. When he twisted them it hurt
and a pain went through my body. When he licked them with his tongue, it
felt nice and I held my breath so I wouldn’t moan. It was a strange
feeling. It felt nice, but it also felt wet and wrong. Deep in my heart I
didn’t want the king, who was supposed to be my father to do this.
Then
he started circling his finger around my pussy. I couldn’t stop it now,
but I had to groan. I didn’t want him to do it. I felt that it was
disgusting, but my body was cheating me.
He
was feeling my clit and must have thought that I liked it because he
continued and called me names like slut, royal whore and sexy girl. I felt
funny when he was fingering me and calling me these names. It was like I
was no longer myself, and I was expected to surrender my body to him. He
spent his time feeling my pussy and his finger went more and more in, as
if it was like exploring a cave, my mind was spinning with different
feelings and confusion. Why did I ever agree to trade with the princess? I
bet she wasn’t being molested where she was.
The
king stopped and even though he was breathing heavy and his finger was
still going in my pussy explained, “ We need you know to do something
for your country. The Church and the government have disagreed on several
points, and I cannot afford to have the Pope speak against me. It will
give our allies an excuse to hurt us. I have spoken with the Cardinal, and
he agreed he would speak to the Pope. He wants to teach you religion. Do
you understand?”
“
Will he play with me like you played with me now”
“
No. He is a man of God. If he did that, then we would have the extra
ammunition that we could use against the Church. He will just teach you
about the Bible and religious things.”
“
That’s fine father. I love listening to stories in the Bible.”
After
he did that, he took the cloth from his privates and showed me his big
cock. It looked like a huge stick. It was throbbing a bit. He told me it
was time that I learnt how to pleasure a man. I looked at him confused.
What did he mean please a man, and how was I to please a man by looking at
that thing?
He
laughed when he seen how confused I was, and said that I was to lick it.
It was to go in my mouth. When he said this, I felt my breakfast coming
up. Did he want me to suck that thing, where he peed? The problem was that
even though I traded with the princess; I couldn’t see the king as my
father. He was the king that had to be obeyed.
I
was shaking a bit as I lowered my mouth to his cock. I could see it was
wet at the top. This made me gulp in disgust. I licked the top of his
cock, and it was a bit salty but didn’t taste of much. Then I could hear
him moan. This encouraged me to put more of his dick in my mouth. I could
feel how big it was. It felt a bit strange. Like there was some skin
outside a bone. I quickly learned to hide my teeth, as he didn’t like
that. I concentrated on moving my mouth in and out. It was a bit hard as
saliva kept coming out of my mouth. The King liked it, he was groaning and
calling me a good cocksucker. I thought it was hard having that thing in
my mouth, and didn’t know when it was done. I tried pulling out once but
he took me by the back of my head and pushed me back.
A
few minutes went, and then I could hear that he nearly stopped breathing
and he suddenly stopped. Then it felt like his cock exploded. Thick piss
that was very thick and salty exploded in my mouth. I choked on it and
felt like vomiting when some of it went down my throat. The thought that
it was in my stomach combined with the fact that there was so much of it
and his cock was so big made me want to vomit. I pulled out and spit it
out while I was coughing.
I
quickly put on my dress, and was escorted to the Cardinals office. He was
sitting on his chair. He was wearing all these robes that were red and
looked so lovely. He told me to sit on a chair.
“
Your highness looks different.”
“
Do I? How?”
“
I don’t know. Your hair has grown a lot since I seen you a few days ago
and your face looks a bit thinner.”
I
started to sweat. Did he know that I really was not the princess? I never
thought that my hair was longer than hers. But he was right.
“
Your lips look different to, “ He continued, “ It’s like you had
something in them that you liked. It doesn’t matter. I like your dress.
I can see that it shows you are still a young girl, but a pretty girl.
What do you think, should we talk about the Church and what is good and
wrong?”
I
was sitting on the edge of my chair. Did the Cardinal just flirt with me?
I couldn’t believe it. I calmed down as he started talking about the 10
commandments and what God says we should do and not should do. It said
that we should honour our parents that made me feel a bit better. Even if
I didn’t want him to play with me and be a cocksucker, I did what the
commandments told me. I honoured what he told me to do. So it couldn’t
be all that bad as God said we should do what we wanted.
That
night. I didn’t sleep so well. I was twisting and turning around in bed
thinking of what the king has done with me. I was also thinking what the
real princess was doing. Did my parents know that she wasn’t me? Was she
starving? Did she enjoy being
poor. Would it help her to be a better princess?
The
next day, it was time to get my religious instructions. I was escorted to
the cardinal. I was wearing a new dress. This dress was like an old Greek
dress. It was plain as it could be and was held by some ribbons over my
shoulder. When would I be able to wear the pretty dresses? The guard told
me that the cardinal would meet me in his chambers today. This was
strange, but I just nodded my head.
When
we got there he told the others to leave us alone. He was not as friendly
as he was yesterday. He was not wearing his lovely clothes, but a huge
robe. He told me to take off
my dress. I looked at him confused. I was not wearing anything under this
dress. It was like I was dressed in a rush.
Then
I could see that his face got red. “Listen, Last night I listened to
you. Yes you were sleep talking. I know that you are not the real
princess. This means that you will do as I say from now on.”
I
tried to open my mouth not knowing if I should deny or explain
But
he told me to shut up and continued, “ So I sent my secret police out.
Unfortunately I have bad news for you. Your family was killed in some
robbery. The princess escaped and no one knows where she is. This means
you have to be the princess for life. The thing is that now you are mine.
I need your body to achieve something. You will give birth to my son that
will be the future king.”
My
emotions were building up in me. I felt like crying, screaming and
fainting. “ You killed my family”
“
It’s a case of National security. You should have thought about that
when you played this trick on the king. If he finds out, he will kill you
and all your friends and what family you have left.”
“
Even if I have your baby, he won’t be king. The Prince will be the
king”
“
You mean your brother? He is sick and he won’t last as a king that long.
Then you will be next in line and then your child. Enough said. Now take
off that dress”
I
took off my dress and let it slide to the floor. I was standing before him
a naked as God has created me. I didn’t know how he would put a baby in
me. To be honest, I was scared. Everything he said and the fact that he
killed my family and didn’t care that there were still tears flowing out
of my eyes thinking if I never did this, my parents wouldn’t be dead.
I
didn’t have enough time to think about my parents. The Cardinal pushed
me on his huge bed. Imagine that one man needed such a big bed to sleep
in. The bed was so soft, that I could feel myself sinking in the bed. He
tore of his robe. My eyes were glued to his cock that was standing up.
He
was on top of me and started kissing me.
His long slippery tongue entered my mouth and starting moving it
inside. It was like he was wrestling with my tongue. I think my eyes must
have looked wide as it was hard to breath with his tongue in there. I was
also afraid that I would be squashed as he was on top of me. He was not
that fat but he was big. As he was kissing me his hands were squeezing my
nipples and twisting them a bit. This didn’t help me to stop crying. Did
he want me to cry?
He
moved his head down towards my nipples and started licking them. I looked
at the window and could hear a bird singing. Was the princess Ok? Where
was she? Was she---
Ouch,
his finger jammed up my pussy. I didn’t expect that. The Cardinal was
acting like he was an animal. I shouted and begged him to stop. He was
breathing to hard and told me he waited many years to do this with the
real princess. Now he could do it with me and get away with it. If I ever
became queen, I would cut his head off. I hated him.
Without
asking he lifted my legs up and started licking my pussy. I gasped as I
felt his tongue touch my private place. It actually felt food. It was like
I was in heaven. My body made me shake and groan. The tears going out of
my eyes and the sorrow I felt over my parents made me sad that it wasn’t
someone that I loved. His evil wet tongue was feeling in all the sensitive
places, and making electricity go through my body. I closed my eyes and
thought that it was angels giving me this pleasure.
Then
it stopped. I heard myself say no. This made him laugh and said I am a
true slut. He lifted my legs over my shoulders and moved closer. Then I
screamed in pain as I felt something enter me. It felt like a huge knife
was tearing me open. I
screamed in pain as he grunted and told me that I was so tight, that I was
nearly cutting his cock off. I could hardly hear him as I tried kicking
with my legs and hitting with my arms. His cock plunged its way into me,
and then he took it out again. He just held my hands down and continued
fucking me, saying that I was no longer a virgin. The Church has now owns
my soul and my body.
After
a few minutes my pussy got used to the cock going in and out. The pain
didn’t get worse, neither did it go away. After a while, I felt
something squirt in me. It was his babies coming in me. He called it his
holy sperm. I called it something else that I wont write here.
After
that things went black. I think I fainted from the pain and experience of
getting raped. Some monks carried me back to my room where I slept most of
the day. My nanny waked me. She was washing my pussy. I could see there
was some blood on the clothes and I could even see some tears from her
eyes.
“
I have raised you like you were my own daughter” She said, “ You look
so different in the last two days. Its like its not really you. I cant say
why it is. I have prepared you for this day since you were born. It
saddened me saying you would be a whore to the nation and a slut. I
dreaded that this day would come. The pain you felt in your body is the
pain that I felt in my heart and will always feel.”
I
got up the next day. This time I was in a pretty dress. I smiled about
that. When I looked in the mirror I looked at my stomach. Did it look
bigger? Was there a baby inside it? Nanny must have seen me and then she
laughed. She told me I was not fully a woman yet and it would be a few
years until I was ready to be a woman. I was confused. If it was a few
years until I could have a baby, why was he starting now?
After
all my lessons in Latin and how to be a lady, I walked around the castle
gardens. It was like everyone was avoiding me. I walked close to the place
where I met the princess, but there was a guard there. The Cardinal must
have put him there to stop us from meeting each other.
I
just went around and started smelling flowers looking at birds and things.
Then this older girl shocked me. I recognized her as the princess’s
cousin.
“
Nice dress you are wearing today” She said
“
Thanks”
“
Its much better than the slutty dresses you have been wearing the last two
days.”
“
What do you mean?”
“
Everyone could see that you were not wearing undergarments. We could all
see your flat, flat boobs and you hairless slit. Everyone was calling you
slut. What, did you want all the men after you, or maybe you wanted me”
My
eyes opened as she dragged me into some bushes. Then she lifted my dress
and started feeling my pussy. There sure were a lot of people that wanted
to feel it over the last few days. Her touch was different. It was soft
and more with love. Maybe it was because she was not forcing me. Maybe it
was because she was nearly my age. But I let her feel and even spread my
legs.
She
smiled and said I was a lezzy. I blushed and put my arms around her. My
legs were getting weak. Without thinking about it, I gave her a kiss on
the lips. Not that rude kiss that the cardinal gave me. I just kissed her
lips and moaned as she starting feeling me.
Then
she lowered her dress to one side so I could see her tit that hung out.
She was not that much older than me. She pushed my head on her tit and I
started sucking. I felt like a little baby and the pains and humiliation
that I felt during the last few days dissapeared. Her tit was so soft and
so comfortable. I could have stayed there all day sucking it.
She
grew weak and fell to the ground. I lifted her dress up as she commanded
me to lick her pussy. I thought it sounded disgusting. But it couldn’t
be more disgusting than sucking a mans cock.
I
started licking it. I would lick it upwards in one stroke then we would
both giggle. I continued and we both became hornier as I just licked and
licked. I tried pushing my tongue more and more in. It was like a treasure
place. I couldn’t get enough of her juices. She kept calling me lezbo,
and I started believing that I was. Otherwise this could have just been us
experimenting
After
some time we both collapsed in each other’s arms.
Then
she started speaking, “ I was standing outside the door when the
cardinal raped you. He said you were really not the princess. No I know
that’s true, as I often tried doing this with the princess but she would
never do it.”
“
I can explain”
“
No. I love you and I love the princess. After you went, I heard the
cardinal tell some soldier to find the real princess and kill her. We have
to do something about it”
“
I will tell the King and the Queen the truth”
“
No. The cardinal has them drugged. They are just vegetables now. The King
is in bed all day busing little girls and boys and the Queen does not even
know who she is. Why do you think that she did not even notice that you
were her own daughter?”
“
Then we have to find the princess and save her”
“
Its not safe for you or for her. You have to escape and find her. Then you
have to go to Scotland and the court there will take care of you”
After
that, the cousin showed me a secret tunnel out of the castle. I was now in
the streets. I walked and walked until I came to my own neighbourhood.
Every time I seen a soldier or a monk, I hid.
At
last I saw this girl sitting in a corner. She looked very dirty and sad. I
rushed to her. It was the princess. She didn’t even say a word. I
started crying and said that we must clean her up. I helped her to the
river where I washed her and made her look like a princess again. We
changed clothes and it was like she was herself again
“
I thought I would never see you again” She said, “ When I came out as
an ordinary girl, it was so fun. I learned a lot about how people suffer
and what makes them happy. Then one day these men came into your home. You
parents and family was killed. I was on my way home from the market and
could see it and hear the screams. I am so sorry I didn’t help them. I
ran and ran.
After
a few days, I was starving. Then this man said he would give me money if I
sucked his cock. I said no, I was really a princess. He just laughed. If I
wanted to eat, I would have to suck him and many others. That’s what I
have become. I have become a child whore. I swear when I tell father, such
things will be outlawed.”
I
told her that her father abused me and the cardinal wanted to have my baby
and the castle was no longer what she thought it was. The cardinal was in
control of everything.
Just
as I finished, some monks grabbed us. We were screaming as we were taken
back to the castle to the Cardinals room
He
looked at us, amazed at how much we looked alike.
“
So now we have two princesses. That is one too much. This is what will
happen to you. The Pauper princess will remain as princess, and she will
give birth to my son that will be the next king. As for you, my real
princess, you will be sent to a convent far away. A special convent that
services many rich men. It helps the Church get some money.”
I
could see that he was going to fuck me again. All hope was gone.
My
memory came back. I remembered, as I was a pedophile sent to experience
the abused children by St Peter.
Ok
St Peter. Now I know that sexual abuse is about power. It is not the
child’s choice. It is the adult that grooms and uses his power over a
child. Take me out of her. I have learned my lesson.
Suddenly,
Everything was black around me. I was in a tunnel. I could see shooting
stars flash by me. I was flying through this time tunnel thinking That
Peter finally forgave and was saving me. I was no longer a Royal Whore,
and I was back in through this time Tunnel.
I
opened my eyes.
It
was 1699. I was in a small village. I could feel the heat. I looked down
and could see I was a 10-year-old girl. I was being burnt. They were
saying I was a witch. But how did I get here?
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