Story: Of Princesses & Maids (Shemale on female, power abuse, willing submission)

Story by Swany

Hello everyone! This is my first story for the palace, it's a tad more vanilla then I normally like but I thought I'd start off small and build up to the more freaky kinks. This story takes place in medieval era and focuses a bit on abuse of power (a personal favorite) and willing submission. Well semi willing, you'll have to read it and make that judgment for yourself. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys it, I had fun writing this one. It took on a bit of a life of it's own which I take as a good sign. :wee(24):

Wenary hated being in the halls of the great castle after dark. The torches flickered and crackled on the gray stone walls, their warm light desperately trying to claw up to the high vaulted ceiling only to be swallowed up by the unnaturally inky blackness. Shivering from the chill of the cavernous corridor she tucked her hands into the folds of her ruffled maids uniform and tried to move on without thinking of the imposing black canopy looming over head. There where real dangers for a young maid alone in these halls in the dead of the night, she could hardly afford to be distracted by what her fear addled imagination might conjure lurking in the darkness.

A abrupt clamor from the far end of the dimly lit corridor immediately snapped her attention directly ahead. Voices. The castle guard of course. Wenary had hoped that if she hurried she would be able to avoid them all together, but it seems that her fear had caused her to drag her feet. The guardsmen where on edge at night, it was the most dangerous shift in the castle after all. Hiding from them would just make matters worse, especially given that she belonged in the castle and wasn't doing anything she wasn't suppose to. She tugged at the hem of her white apron nervously as the voices came closer, if they did see her they very well might decide that a pretty young maid would be just the thing to take the edge off what was bound to be a long and other wise unpleasant night. Panic began to creep into her mind as she stood there perfectly still in the hall silently listening, hoping desperately that they might turn down another corridor before they reached her.

". . . your god damn fault, don't whine about it to me! Figures I'd have to be in the room with you when the captain came to chew you out, I should beat the snot outa you for getting me involved you know!"

"I'd dare you to try it! Everyone knows your all bluster and no fury. Waste of air you are!"

The bickering guards flung open a heavy iron framed wooden door and stomped through noisily, growling obscenities at each other as the went. The ramparts? They must of been assigned to a tower as a punishment for whatever they where going on about. Wenary breathed a sigh of relief before hurriedly bounding down the hall, eager to to get to the welcoming comfort of the shared maids chambers.

There was no door on this entrance to the fitting room, apparently it was difficult to operate the delicate latches of the interior doors while wearing a set of armor. Servants where not typically allowed here unsupervised, but it was located at the center of this wing of the castle making it much faster to cut through it then take the corridors and go all the way around. It should be empty now anyway, no ones going to be getting measured for armor at this hour of the night after all. Peering into the large square room hesitantly Wenary stared intently at the bulky wooden manikins that lined the walls. A smaller number of them stood scattered throughout the open floor clad in full sets of armor, waiting to be claimed in the morning. Stepping into the room and leaned forward Wenary tried to spot the door she knew was somewhere on the far wall. A chill raced down her spine as a sudden breeze blew through the large room. The red light of the torches flickered violently and every shadow spun and danced across the floor and walls with a grace so fluid that it almost felt as though she where falling through the floor.

Closing her eyes and placing a hand on her chest Wenary tried to steady her breathing, her labored breath pressing the exposed portion of her large breast against her trembling hand as she struggled to regain her composure. Her breath began to steady but her body continued to tremble as she tried to resumed her search for the outline of the doorway that would take her to the warmth and safety of her chambers. The deep plunging curved neckline of her maids uniform provided her with precious little warmth and the short ruffle that passed for her dress was strictly designed for looks, offering nothing more then the most basic standard of decency. Surprisingly the only part of her that didn't feel the bite of cold where her legs, the tight black stockings where made of a fine thin velvet like fur and came up to a good eight inches above the knee.

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