The princess does as told

The pretty, newly deflowered princess hurried through the once so clean corridors of the palace. Now she saw evidence of the brutal barbarian **** everywhere. Torn curtains, overturned chattels, broken mirrors and windows, and stains of dried blood. On the way to her family's private chambers she came across several barbarian warriors, hauling off even more booty, who gave the naked girl a quick glance but surprisingly left her alone. From a far-away room she heard the screams of a girl and she shuddered. There were spoils of war other than gold and jewels to be taken by the invaders.

Finally she arrived at the royal family quarters. The degree of destruction was even worse than in the other sections of the palace. Maybe because these chambers had been decorated with the finest of treasures. Or maybe because the princess knew these rooms better than the others and the unfamiliar, disordered sight struck her more than elsewhere. She got to her sleeping room and found it plundered as well. Her jewelry box and her chest with assorted perfumes were gone. The wardrobes with her precious clothes torn open and empty. Only a few older shirts and some wine-stained rags were scattered around the floor. Her large four-poster bed with the silk curtain was a mess. The sheets were rumpled and she immediately discovered the blood stain where some hapless servant maid had been taken by a barbarian warrior. Had it been Saika, Miki or Anira?

All of sudden the revelation of the big misfortune that had befallen her family overcame her. Crying hot tears she fell on the bed, curling herself into a shaking ball of misery.

When the first wave of tears ebbed down, she stretched out on the bed. She recalled the recent events, the humiliations by the traitor and the barbarian chieftain, the seizure of her innocence, her lust, her shame. The way her mouth had voiced words of submission and acceptance of defeat. She realized, the barbarian warlord wouldn't accept anything less than her obedience. But could she really do it? She was aware, she should be in the bathing room, cleaning her body, preparing herself for whatever demands her master had. Her 'master'. How did that sound? Until now, she had been the mistress. She had used her birth to order servants around, make them heed to every of her wishes. She knew how she had felt and reacted when an order hadn't been followed to her desires. And suddenly she knew, she would never have wanted to be at her own whim.

Now she was at the barbarian's mercy. The consequences frightened her. And intrigued her. What had he said? 'I can sweeten each of your days.' Oh, Lords, have mercy. She knew she shouldn't even consider that prospect an option, but deep down in her mind, she couldn't deny, that the outlook of being used and fucked by that barbarian warlord excited her.

'My family would ostracize me even for these thoughts, if they ever knew'. She didn't know what had happened to her parents, and her two brothers. Probably her kinsmen had died on the battlefield, as honor demanded. But what had happened to her mother? When the barbarians had stormed the palace, her mother had left for her rooms, while she had insisted on meeting the invaders at her throne. An inclination she had paid dearly for, she knew by now. For some strange reason, the unknown fate of her relatives didn't bother her much. She had to make up a decision what to do about her own fate now.

There were two possibilities. She could either try to escape, or she could do what the chieftain had ordered, which would be tantamount to signing her submission. She knew it was a test. He had sent her off without a guard, relying on her spoken acceptance of her new state. Playfully she ran her finger along the leash between her breasts. Could she really endure such a fate?

Slowly she propped herself up. For whatever it was worth, she could at least clean herself. Maybe after a refreshing bath her mind would think more clearly. Picking up a linen shirt from the floor, she left her sleeping chamber. Like all the other rooms, the bathing room had been searched as well, though the destruction was not as severe as elsewhere. But, to her dismay, she realized that there was no water to be found. Of course, there were no servants to see to that. Curling her lips into an annoyed grimace she left again. Where would she be able to find water? There were several fountains in the palace compound, but the prospect of stepping in one of the fountains with other people hurrying about, appalled her. She had no other choice. Taking a quick survey, she chose a path to a small fountain that had been in a more secluded area. Luckily it was deserted and the water still clean. She dipped the shirt in the water and ran the tissue over her naked body. 'How strange' she thought. 'Just one day ago I would have laughed at the idea of washing myself with a water from a palace fountain, standing in front of it wearing nothing but a leather collar'. But even stranger she found the notion, that it didnt bother her that much. 'Could it be that a few minutes of fucking in front of thousands of warriors has really turned me into a cheap slut?' As if to battle such a concept, she harshly rubbed the wet cloth over her cum stained thighs, making sure every single trace of her disgrace was gone. Finally, she wiped her mouth clean. The cloth turned red the very moment she brought the shirt to her lips. 'I must have looked like an unholy fury with all that blood around my mouth'. Disgusted, she threw the stained shirt on the floor. At least she had made sure that the traitor had received his due wage.

'What now?' she wondered.

After the quick cleaning she felt much better. 'I should see to my safety now. There won't be a better occasion that this.' But for some strange reason she just couldn't make up her mind. So she meandered around, supposedly on her way to the royal family chambers where she could try to find some clothes before she escaped the palace.

Therefore - still lost in thought - she only realized that her feet had made the decision for her, when she stood in front of her seat in the throne room.

'Oh, Lords, no!' she whispered to nobody.

With trembling fingers she arranged the leash so that it fell freely between her bare tits, and knelt down on the cold stone next to her throne, her head hung low in shame and worried anticipation.