The Party and the Prince

                                                     The Party and the Prince
                                                              by Onyx

The Orc was sent flying over the edge of the cliff by Lady Erin’s powerful dropkick. He fell a hundred or so metres before slamming into the rocky ground. Lady Erin had no time to savour the kill because that Orc’s comrades were quickly bearing down on her now. She got to her feet s quickly as her heavy armour would allow and readied herself. Her sword met their axes and parried them away before killing two of the front Orcs. Their bodies fell to the floor and were trodden over by more Orcs surging forward.

Lady Erin kept them at arm’s length as she backed away, heading towards the rope bridge that spanned the narrow canyon. She couldn’t see them, but hoped that the rest of her party was waiting for her on the other side of the bridge.

Now standing on the rickety bridge, the Orcs could only attack the knight one at a time with the others standing behind and awaiting their turn. The swaying of the bridge made fighting and proper technique difficult, even for the Orcs whose fighting style was looser and more freestyle than the knight’s. Her heavy armour made Lady Erin feel like a rock balanced on a string, about to topple over at any moment as the bridge swayed across the deep gorge. She was beginning to tire too. These Orcs were unrelenting in their attack. She was killing them as fast as she could but a conga line of fresh attackers were always waiting to replace their fallen.

Suddenly Lady Erin felt her legs give way beneath her. She worried for a moment that she had broken through the old wooden planks and was about to fall to the canyon floor below. Instead she landed on her back, cracking an old wooden plank. She looked up and saw Jesla, the magician, standing over her with her whitewood staff aimed at the Orcs. With a single word a flurry of icicles formed on the tip of the staff and was fired into the advancing Orcs. They punctured the Orcs’ thick hide like the bestial creatures were made of paper. Hundreds of icicles shot forward, riddling the Orcs with small holes that bled profusely until the Orcs collapsed and died in a heap, one after the after. The Orcs at the front acted as meat shields for the Orcs at the back but were mowed down too quickly to be of use for long. Within seconds Lady Erin was looking a bridge full of dead Orcs, leaking blood into the canyon.

Jesla tucked a loose strand of black hair behind her ear and turned back, casually walking across the bridge to the safe side, leaving Lady Erin to get to her feet clumsily. Waiting at the end of the bridge were the other two members of Lady Erin’s party, calling for her to hurry forward, which she did. As she stepped off the bridge, Jesla tapped her staff against the wooden posts holding the bridge’s ropes, freezing them into blocks of ice. Lady Erin booted the ice posts with her strong legs and armoured feet, shattering the beams into a thousand crystals and sending the bridge, along with all the dead Orcs, falling into the gorge.

‘Are you alright, Lady Erin?’ asked Priestess Senora, the party’s doctor and cleric.

She was the oldest member of the party at forty years of age, though her face and body hardly showed it. Her maturity was evident on her kind face and soft eyes, but it would be wrong to say she looked old.

Standing in front of Lady Erin, held close to the priestess’ curvy body, was the reason for the attack on the Orc camp. The boy was supposed to be fifteen years old, but seemed too short and gentle for that age. He was the King’s boy, his only boy, and the heir-apparent who had been kidnapped by the Orcs weeks ago. They had demanded a king’s ransom but had only gotten cold steel and colder magic instead.

‘I’m fine, priestess. Thank you. The boy?’ Lady Erin replied.

‘He is well. The Orcs did not touch him,’ Priestess Senora answered, tightening her grip on the boy’s shoulders and kissing the top of his blonde head.

Lady Erin did not like the look of the boy. She never had. He looked too feminine to be a ruler, she thought, and femininity was not something she admired. Not in herself and not in men. That was why Lady Erin had chosen to become a knight and how she had earned her place in the king’s honour guard. That she had to protect and serve this boy who looked like a girl annoyed her deeply. She was bound to the King’s service, however, and did as ordered.

‘We should get going. The Orcs will find a way around that canyon soon,’ said Victoria, the fourth member of the prince’s rescue party.

She was the same age as Lady Erin and had been friends with the knight since childhood, but had followed a different path in life. While she lacked the discipline and training Lady Erin had, she had a much broader education and skill set. She was the jack-of-all-trades that every party needed. Her slim, lean body was hidden behind a leather outfit with enough pockets to hold all her many tools and devices needed to perform her function. On her back she carried a crossbow with spare bolts located in a pouch on her hip. Her woody brown hair was worn in a high ponytail that swayed side to side as she walked, much like a horse, which Lady Erin found oddly distracting during the party’s long walks.

‘She’s right. They’ll be swarming these hills in a few hours,’ added Jesla, the court magician.

Jesla was a woman that Lady Erin did not like. She had a personality that matched her magical speciality: ice. In addition, she had an attitude that rubbed Lady Erin’s nerves like sandpaper. Magician Jesla did not need to say that the feeling was mutual as it had been obvious for years.

‘We move then. Eastwards until dawn, then we cut south and find the Amber road. Agreed?’

‘I’m not sure the boy can handle that much walking, Lady Erin,’ Priestess Senora said.

‘He’ll have to. Carry him if you must,’ Lady Erin ordered.

                                                               *

Dawn came at long last as the party collapsed onto a mossy patch of rock near a cold stream. The prince had given up several hours earlier and had been riding on the back of the priestess since. It had annoyed Lady Erin greatly to see him carried, but she bit her tongue. If the priestess wanted to carry that burden, then it was her choice.

‘We’ll stop here and sleep for a few hours,’ the knight ordered.

No one argued with her and began to lazily set up a small campsite. Soon the whole party was asleep, curled up on their thin sleeping mats with their satchels as pillows. The weather was warm enough to forgo blankets.

A few hours later, sometime between dawn and noon, the prince awoke. He had spent much of the journey on the priestess’ back and thus was not as tired as the rest. He slipped away from her and wandered into the woods to pee. When he came back he noticed that Lady Erin had undressed. She had removed her armour and was sleeping in nothing but a thin robe that had risen up her legs in her sleep. He admired the powerful, defined muscles in her legs. She would need them if she walked in her armour so much, he thought. He moved closer to her, following her legs upwards until he saw the small bush of hair between her thighs.

Immediately he knew what he was looking at because he had seen it before. He often spied on the maids when they bathed in the river near the castle, so he had seen many of these hairy bushes on them. The knight’s bush was quite small though and showed off a lot more of the flesh. The prince felt himself getting hard at the sight of it. He inched closer, watching the knight in case she woke up. A tingle ran through his body as it usually did when he spied on such things. It was alarming, frightening even, but strangely addictive.

So wrapped up in his examination of Lady Erin’s vulva was the prince, that he did not notice the priestess wake up behind him. She spotted the young boy and guessed immediately what he was up to. Swooping down in him like an owl after a mouse, she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him away from the camp. The other women slept on, blissfully unaware of what had just happened.
The prince tried to apologise to the priestess but she was having none of it. He dug his feet into the soft earth and pulled against her but she was larger and stronger than him. She took him down stream, away from the camp so the others would not hear them. There, she found a fallen tree by the stream and bent the prince over it.

‘I’m going to teach you what happens when you spy on sleeping women!’ the priestess said firmly as she rolled up the sleeve of her robe.

‘I’m sorry, priestess!’ the prince repeated, slightly panicked. He’d never been beaten before but had seen other people receive the punishment.

‘You will be! This is what you get for being a sinful child.’

The priestess pulled the prince’s breeches down to his ankles, exposing his small, pale backside.

The first smack made the young prince cry out in pain. A bright pink hand mark was left in the middle of his milky-white rump from the priestess’ hand. Another smack followed. Then another and another until the boy’s backside was glowing pink and tears were running down his childish face. Still glaring with anger, the priestess turned the boy around so he faced her. She looked down on his pathetic, tear-covered face and grabbed his limp penis. She squeezed it tightly and shook it.

‘This! This is a naughty thing. Do you understand? When it gets hard it is because you are thinking sinful thoughts,’ the priestess stated as she continued to squeeze, rub and tug painfully on the boy’s penis.

She took out her large, full breasts and let them sag in front of the boy’s face. Her nipples were wide and pink. The prince was shocked, but said nothing.

‘What do think?’ she asked, still angry.

The prince was not sure what to say. He was feeling very confused.

‘They’re very nice, priestess,’ he said cautiously.

‘No!’ the priestess shouted, squeezing the boy’s balls tightly.

The prince tried to stop himself from getting hard but the way the priestess’ soft hands were stroking his cock was too much. Having her large, perfectly shaped breasts in his face did not help either. The priestess did not seem to care that the boy was getting hard in her hand. She stroked him back and forth, tugging on his small, childish cock. Her breasts wobbled slightly as she jerked off the prince while chastising him.

Senora felt the boy’s little prick begin to twitch as it approached orgasm. That was good. She would make him expel the sinful liquid that was making him spy on the knight. Senora bit her lip at the thought of seeing it squirt onto her hand, all warm and sticky. It would be good for the boy. She pointed the tip of the prince’s penis downwards, into her cupped hand and stroked him until he came. He lacked the forceful burst of older men; his was more of a dribble, but Senora was pleased nonetheless. She let him fill her hand with his creamy cum while the boy panted and groaned.

‘Good. Now pull up your breeches and go back to camp. Don’t let me catch you doing those things again,’ the priestess ordered, pointing her empty hand back up the stream.

The prince nodded sadly and scurried off to the camp, holding up his leather breeches. When he was out of sight, the priestess turned her attention to the small puddle of milky fluid in her hand. She let it ooze out of her palm and crawl down her forearm so she could lick it up, savouring the taste of young cum. Her face reddened deeply as she indulged in her forbidden fantasy. She rubbed some of the boy’s cum onto her large areolas, teasing her erect nipples with the warm, slimy fluid. She lifted up the front of her robe, revealing that she wore no underwear and, using all of what little cum she had left, rubbed it onto her bare pussy. She always shaved herself bald down there for hygiene reasons and now she was enjoying the sensation of warm cum on her naked vulva. She rubbed it into her skin until her vulva was coated with it. She dropped her robe over her flushed, wet pussy and tucked in her breasts.

It would be several days until the party reached the king’s castle. How many more chances would the prince give her to punish him, she wondered. Perhaps she would have to encourage him to be a little more mischievous. For his own good, of course, she reasoned. She needed to make sure she had gotten all his sinful fluid out before he was returned to the care of the palace.

                                                                  *

Priestess Senora did not mention what she had caught the prince doing earlier. He had been punished enough for that and did not need to be further humiliated, unless he kept up his naughty behaviour. Then a punishment could be decided by the group with Senora to supervise. She did not know the other women in the group very well and only trusted the boy’s care to herself.

An hour later the camp was broken and the party set off once more. Lady Erin led the way Eastwards, crossing streams and forests at a quick pace to stay ahead of any Orc scouts that may be following them Victoria hung back, covering up their tracks. Lady Erin was not as urgent as the day before, but certainly did not give the prince an easy time. When the sun was beginning to set, she allowed the party to make a new camp in the cover of the forest. She left Senora and Jesla to set up the camp while she and Victoria went down to a river to bathe. She had not washed herself for days and was beginning to smell herself.

The water in the river was icy cold, but extremely refreshing. She and Victoria undressed each other and waded into the river until the water reached their waists. Out in nature, away from the eyes of the others, they could indulge in certain desires they normal had to hide. Erin took Victoria from behind, pressing her breasts into her friend’s back as her hands snaked up Victoria’s body. She squeezed Victoria’s breasts with wet, cold hands, making her friend gasp in shock and shiver with delight.

Victoria wrapped an arm around Erin’s neck, pulling her friend closer to her and encouraging soft kisses along her neck. Her hand slipped under the water and found the soft lips that were begging to be touched. She wanted to feel Erin’s tongue lashing over it and sliding inside her. She loved the way the knight ate her out with so much passion and lust. That would have to wait, however. Once their quest was completed and the prince safely returned, Erin and Victoria would lock themselves in Victoria’s cottage and not come out for a day.

Erin and Victoria had been doing this since they were young teenagers, just stepping into adulthood and keen to experience their new bodies. They made up whatever excuse they could think of to sneak away together and indulge in each other’s bodies. It was a well-kept secret and perhaps that was what kept these private moments so heart-bracingly exciting.

Locked in the embrace of lovers and too consumed by the sensation of cold water and warm skin, they didn’t realise they were being watched. From on top of the hill, the prince was sitting behind a tree, spying on them. He had come up here to sulk. He still hurt from the spanking the priestess had given him and wanted to wallow in it. It was merely by chance he saw the two women wrapped around each other in the water below. He saw what they were doing quite clearly and was fascinated by it. The knight’s muscular arms were wrapped around her slim friend, holding her tightly as the knight kissed and licked her.

What more would they do, he wondered. He settled in to watch more, but heard his name being called from the camp. He scowled in the direction of the priestess who had humiliated him earlier. His backside was still pink from her harsh spanking and his ego was badly bruised after she had toyed with his penis so callously. He looked once more at the two nude women in the river before sneaking back to the camp. He noticed that Victoria had turned to face him though he was sure she had not seen him.

                                                                  *

A few hours later, after dinner had been eaten and the party was settling in for the night, Victoria stood up from the fire and excused herself.

‘I need to check something by the river. I think I spotted Orc tracks. Prince, come with me,’ she ordered.

‘Why me?’ the prince protested.

‘Because she said so,’ Lady Erin growled.

‘Don’t be so mean to the poor boy,’ the priestess chastised the knight.

‘Just go already,’ Jesla chimed in. ‘The Orc’s will hear us arguing before they ever track us down.’

With that, Victoria took the prince by the wrist and led him into the darkness, towards the river. Victoria didn’t say anything to him as they walked, but she could sense his apprehension. She knew he knew something was up.

When they reached the sandy edge of the river, where Erin and Victoria’s footprints were still visible in the sand, Victoria spoke.
‘So you like to spy on people, hm?’

‘What? No, no I don’t!’ the prince immediately declared. He had not been caught in the act like he had with the priestess, so there was still a chance he could get away with his little crime.

‘Relax, your highness. I’m not angry,’ Victoria said, raising her hands and smiling.

‘You’re… not? Why not?’ the prince asked, part of him still on his guard.

‘I don’t mind people watching. And I think it’s pretty cute,’ she said with a wink.

The prince could feel himself getting a little hard again. Victoria was a beautiful woman with lean features and a young, tight body that he had already seen naked from the waist up. Now she was flirting with him. Her smile said it all and the way her eyes played over him confirmed it. The prince’s erection was still somewhat confused though. He didn’t fully trust these rescuers of his, especially after his run in with the priestess.

‘Since you’ve seen me naked, I only think it’s fair that I see you too,’ Victoria said, stepping closer to the boy and undoing the knot on his breeches.

The prince didn’t resist her and let his breeches fall to the sandy ground. His erection stood out fully now. It poked out from under his tunic quite obscenely. To fix that, Victoria pulled the boy’s tunic off him and placed it on a log that had washed ashore some time ago. She sat down on the log, with the tunic as a cushion and the boy standing in front of her. His pale skin reflected the light of the moon so he almost glowed as he stood before Victoria.

‘Sit,’ Victoria ordered, pointing to the ground in front of her.

‘On the ground?’ the prince asked with some distaste.

‘Yes. Sit,’ Victoria repeated.

The prince did as ordered. He was not one to fight against people bigger than him, even if they were women and servants of his father.
Victoria smiled wickedly as she pressed her bare foot against the boy’s erection, kneading his balls with her heel. The boy squirmed but did not move.

‘You like that?’ Victoria whispered seductively.

‘Ye-yes,’ the boy mumbled back, still mixed between caution and arousal.

Victoria sat down on the log so she could add her other foot, wrapping her toes around the boy’s shaft as she gently stroked him up and down. She could read the emotions on his face. He was aroused but confused and a little ashamed. Everything she wanted him to be.

‘You were spying on Lady Erin and I today, weren’t you?’ Victoria asked as she jerked him faster.

‘I was,’ the prince confessed.

‘Do you want to see more? Do you want to fuck Lady Erin and I?’ Victoria giggled.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

‘I want to have sex with you and Lady Erin,’ the prince said, slightly louder.

‘Aha!’ Victoria suddenly said, pushing her foot down on the boy’s cock.

He fell onto his back and cried in pain as Victoria pressed down on his groin with her foot. Out of the bushes appeared Lady Erin, her face twisted with anger.

‘I knew it!’ she said, pointing an accusing finger at the boy.

She stood over the boy as he squirmed beneath Victoria’s foot. The two women exchanged looks of amusement and anger.

‘What should we do with him?’ Victoria asked.

‘I think I’ve got an idea,’ Lady Erin grinned sinisterly.

                                                                *

Jesla regarded the prince with curious eyes as he was led back into the camp by Victoria and Lady Erin.

‘You’re going to get us a lot of trouble,’ she said, sounding rather uninterested.

‘Don’t worry. He won’t tell anyone,’ Lady Erin replied as she ordered the prince to sit down by the fire.

‘Right. So why did you dress him up like a little girl?’ Jesla asked, again sounding distant and bored.

‘Because he’s going to be our camp maiden for the next few days as punishment for spying on Victoria and I when we were washing,’ Lady Erin explained. ‘Plus, I think he could use a lesson in humility.’

‘Oh the poor boy!’ the priestess exclaimed, rushing over to the boy and embracing him protectively.

The prince sat on the log, dressed in one of Lady Erin’s green tunics which looked more like a dress on the small boy. They had also applied some charcoal around his eyes like how Victoria did. He could almost pass for the daughter of Lady Erin and Victoria if his hair was longer.

‘That’s a bit harsh,’ Jesla observed but did nothing to stop.

‘He needs to learn his lesson,’ Lady Erin replied. ‘Now everyone go to bed. We can discuss this more in the morning if we have to.’

With that the argument ceased. Lady Erin and Victoria went to sleep in their shared bedroll while Jesla slept alone. Priestess Senora took the prince into her bedroll, cuddling with him and sliding a hand between his legs so she could tug and play with him all night while whispering how sinful his lusty thoughts were. The prince fell asleep eventually, utterly confused and thoroughly humiliated.

                                                                     *

For the next three days the prince was a princess. He wore Lady Erin’s tunics and Priestess Senora’s robes while he served the women as their camp follower. He polished armour, prepared food, repaired rips and tears, all while being referred to by degrading titles like princess, maid and servant. By far the worst treatment came from the knight. Her muscles intimidated the prince too much for him to even dare stand up to her, no matter how much shit she flung at him. She always gave him the worst jobs and criticised his every action. The knight’s accomplice, Victoria, was a little better. She didn’t verbally abuse the prince like Lady Erin did, but she was no less of a mind screw. She would often undress in front of him and flirt until Lady Erin came over to chase him away. Other times she would just ignore him and act like he wasn’t even there. One day she even spent several hours asking the other party members where the prince was, while he was standing behind her.

The priestess was nicer but more confusing. She would often defend the prince and loved to cuddle and caress him, but was always the first to dish out punishment, usually in the form of a humiliating spanking followed by cuddles. At night her demeanour changed again and she became very amorous, especially in bed. Though it was a relief to finally release the pent up stress of the day, especially when Victoria was being particularly flirtatious, but the priestess was not gentle. She yanked and pulled on the prince’s cock and balls until he came. She did not seem to care about the wincing on the boy’s face as she extracted his sinful fluid from him.
Only Jesla, the court magician, showed any kindness to him. Or rather, she didn’t show any kind of open hostility to him. Mostly she just watched while the prince was pushed and molested by the others. Occasionally she’d look at him sympathetically, but rarely did anything to help.

One afternoon, at long last, the party came within sight of the city. On the hill overlooking the city was the castle where the prince had been born. He wanted to run into the city and throw open the gates to his old home, but he was restrained by the knight.

‘Not so fast, princess. I’ll need my clothes back,’ she ordered.

The prince stripped for the last time in front of these women and put on the clothes he had been wearing when he was kidnapped by the Orcs.

‘You’re not going to tell anyone this, right?’ Lady Erin asked, though it was more of a demand.

‘No,’ the prince replied humbly.

‘Good.’

With that out of the way, Lady Erin took the lead once more and marched the party to the gates of the castle. They greeted along the way by jubilant crowds that grew in number as they approached the castle.  By the time they reached the king, half the city had turned out to rejoice in the safe arrival of the prince. The king himself came forward to greet his lost son and sing the praises of his rescuers, forever unaware of what they had done.

                                                                     *

A week after he was returned home the prince was still fuming at his humiliation at the hands of his rescuers. The fact that they had been hailed as saviours and heroes only worsened his bitterness for the lot of them. He sat in his room, designing revenge fantasies around them and soaking in his hatred. It would have driven him mad with bile and anger had Jusla not decided to visit him.

‘What do you want?’ the prince asked her as she strode into his bed chamber.

‘You need to forget about the rescue,’ Jesla said plainly.

‘I’m never going to forget what they did to me! And how you did nothing to help!’ the prince spat back at her.

Jesla rolled her eyes.

‘I’m here to help now,’ she said flatly.

‘How? What could you possibly –‘ the prince began.

Moving at the speed of a striking adder, Jesla brought the tip of her whitewood staff to the prince’s forehead. She tapped the young man’s forehead and whispered under her breath. The prince’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he collapsed to the floor.
His memories of the ordeal were wiped clean in an instant and replaced with the official story Lady Erin had given to the king. As far as the prince was concerned, Lady Erin was his hero too. The party deserved every ounce of praise the people gave them. This was the new truth that the prince would never question.

Before she left, Jesla tapped the boy’s chest with her staff and muttered another string of magical words. There was no instant effect, but in the next few months the boy would see a sudden growth spurt and begin to develop some real muscles. It was Jesla’s reward to him for being a good sport about the whole ordeal. Maybe with some height and muscles he would not be such a pushover in the future. She hoped so anyway.