The Captive Princess

Clara felt herself coming to. She could not remember much but she was sure that she had been taken hostage last night. She had been asleep in her room when a strange man had woke her just as he was putting a rag over her mouth and then she could remember nothing else. She was sure her father the King would pay what ever payment was demanded for her safe return. She did not know that the man that had taken her did not want anything from the king and much from her small virginal body.

Robert had seen the princess only once and knew then he had to have her. With her black hair and brown eyes and ripe body he knew he would find a way to have her. He was not a rich man, well, not now any ways. His father had lost all the family's money years ago and now all Robert had was his castle, a small staff, and his favorite pets. He had so much planed for Clara. She would get to know him and all his pets and staff. His twisted mind had years to plan things out while waiting for his chance to capture Clara and now with her 18 year old body in his play room his dick was harder then ever.

Clara fully awoke to find herself standing with her arms and legs tied to the polls beside her. With her arms and legs spread apart she had never felt so open and exposed before. Even clothed in her night gown she felt naked. She had no idea what was in store for her.

Robert comes into the room and sees that Clara is awake. He is happy to know she will see what happens to her. He walks over and picks up a large knife off a table and as he turns to her she stops talking and stares at the sharp weapon. She does not see all the other items on the table for she is to scared now. Robert proceeds to cut away all her clothing and ignores Clara's tears and pleads for release. His mind is to much on his fun. After all her clothes are cut from her he looks at her and wonders what he shall do to her first.