Find the Princess

 I’m not by any means a chemist. Rather, I am a jack of all trades. Which is the really the only thing for me to be. When you seek out a particular trade, with some exceptions, you admit that you’re going to rely on other people. If you become a professional butcher, that’s all very well I suppose, but where are going to get a house to sleep in and something to drink? I don’t trust anyone to provide for me. So I learn a little bit of everything I’m likely to need. 
   And chemistry is one of those things. And chloroform is a remarkably useful and easy to manufacture substance. With anyone else, I might not waste the stuff. Certainly when I got to Angela I planned to either hold a sword to her throat or beat her into submission. But something about the princess’s priceless delicacy made me want to be gentle with her. Maybe it was a sense of irony. Hard to know.
   In any case, when I came to her room, I had a cloth carefully soaked in it. And so I pushed the door open, strode in, and almost gasped. Almost. It takes a lot to make me gasp.
   It takes a lot, but this was a lot. The darling princess was tied down, spread eagle, to the bed. And on top of her was her maid. Both of them were naked.
    Both of them turned and stared at me in horror.
    “There’s something you don’t see every day.” 
     In some kind of dedicated frenzy, the maid grabbed a knife sitting on the table and charged at me. I sidestepped and held the cloth to her face. A few seconds later, she collapsed to the floor. I smiled and approached the princess. I couldn’t help being a little amused at the fact that she was tied with silk rope. She was also wearing a tiara. Even when she was playing a **** she had to be entitled.
    “You cannot tell this to anyone!” she said, desperately. 
     “Really? I’ve got a mouth and vocal chords, and ever since I was young I’ve had a tolerable command of the language. I can tell this to everyone.”

    She managed to catch her expression and tried to look authoritative. “I order you not to tell anyone about this.”

    I sat down next to her. “Are you really in a position to be ordering me to do anything?”
    She fidgeted. “I am your princess!”

    “You don’t say. Because from where I’m sitting, I’d say your pretty much my ****.”
    I stroked her midriff with my hand. A shiver went through her body. I could tell that other than this maid, the only people who had touched her were putting clothes on her. And yet, she had spent years developing a kind of delicate beauty solely for use in courts. It would be delightful to play with.
    “You have to understand,” she said. “Rachel and I have had a relation for three years now. But absolutely no one can know. I have a prearranged marriage. There could be a war if anyone finds about what you’ve just seen.”
     I didn’t like war. I probably wouldn’t tell. But there was no reason our dear princess had to know that. I caressed her again, this time on her inner thigh. The shiver once again highlighted the doll-like perfection of her body.
    She batted her eyes, probably a move that had averted wars in the past. “Please?”
    I considered what to do next. She clearly needed to keep this secret. That gave me two choices. Next to the bed was a bit of cloth that Rachel had clearly meant to use as a gag. I could put that in her mouth and do whatever I wanted with the princess. Or, of course, I could go with **** and have a **** rather than a toy. Both of them would be great fun.