Yes Your Highness [PsionicCuttlefish and LadyBee]

Lady Evelyn, the only daughter of the king, was at the bustling port city of Quath. It was common knowledge that every year on her birthday, the princess was thrown a huge party in the castle, with her five brothers in attendance, and given a large sum of money to do with as she pleased.

It was not common knowledge, though, that this year on her twentieth birthday she had decided to purchase a slave. Everyone viewed her as a delicate virgin, the flower in her father's crown. The virgin part was true, but what she wanted more than anything was to discover the pleasures of the male body. She was strong-willed and enjoyed the thought of making a man bend to her will, with was much in contrary to the way things normally worked.

She was beautiful, with long flowing blonde hair, pale skin and bright blue eyes. She had a gorgeous figure, with large breasts, a small waist, and a nice round rear.

She was accompanied by a dozen ladies in waiting and several guards. They were in the western market, which was full of people selling and buying slaves. The slaves were displayed in rows, their arms tied above them by the wrists to thick logs hung about seven feet from the ground. Some had their ankles chained, some had gags, but all were dirty and a little malnourished.

Evelyn couldn't find the one she wanted. He had to be her age, or roundabouts, and very fit. And a nice face would help.

Bardon shivered from the cool oceanside air blowing in as he shuffled slightly in his restraints, but also as he again thougth over how he had gotten where he was now. While seventeen years old, he had been the youngest son of a farmer's several sons in the rural country, while the family was severely stricken with poverty. So bad it was that the other sons, who should have married and gotten their own steads by then, were still trapped on the farm they were born in. A bad harvest this year had been the final blow to the family's already poor prospects, as they simply could not feed all the mouths they had. He didn't blame them for what they did, though. It was just the way the world worked.

The next time a caravan from the port city of Quath had come by, Bardon, being the youngest and least-useful son, was sold to them to feed the rest of his family. It was sad, and hurt him, but it was what needed to be done. He had been led away by the slave-traders, and rather quickly inducted into the simple rule: Disobey, and you are punished. Bardon tried to cooperate with everything he could after he saw what happened to another rebellious slave.

And now, here he was, strung up in the line of slaves in Quath's market. Only his hands were chained above his head to the log above, he had no chains around his ankles or a gag in his mouth, indicating he was a pliable, cooperative slave without a running mouth or a fighting spirit. Even if he wasn't underfed, it was clear his build was of the tall and lanky kind, yet he still had some decent peasant's muscles from working fields and crops. His face was round and boyish, and still youthful. Like all the other slaves, he was clad in only an easily-removed loincloth.

He kept his head down as other slaves were bought and sold around him throughout the day. Some buyers wanted a good thrall for menial labor, some wanted house servants, and some buyers removed loincloths to look at a slave's 'package' to determine their worth as a pleasure servant. Bardon had been mostly overlooked for now.

He tilted one eye up as he saw a commotion down the line, and saw a very impressive regal guard marching along...and he saw the royal crest. Everyone knew the royal crest. One of the ruling family was here.

Bardon sharply gasped in surprise as he looked down again. He didn't consider himself particularly lucky for being this close to one of the royal family.

Evelyn perused the offerings, ignoring the calls of the slavers as they shouted their wares to her. Her entourage kept the crowd away so that she moved freely down the line. And finally, she saw him.

She walked up closer to the line of slaves, having spotted one that looked very promising. He was tall and lanky, but well-muscled. Most importantly, he was young, and not at all bad looking. He had neither a gag nor ankle chains, and was looking at the ground, all of which were good signs for what she was looking for. She stood in front of him, one of her guards waving off the boy's current owner, who wanted to start spouting off his marketing spiel.

Evelyn looked the boy over. He was clad only in a loincloth, of course, and already she could feel the pull of attraction to his physique. She motioned to a guard at her side, and the man stepped forward. Her guard seized the boy's chin and lifted his face, then used a thumb to roughly peel back his top lip, revealing his teeth. Evelyn nodded, noting that they were satisfactory, and waved her hand again. The guard reached down and promptly wrenched off the boy's loincloth.

Evelyn noted the size and girth of his cock with glee. Even flaccid, he had a sizeable package and good shape. She didn't have much to compare it to, really, but she knew what she liked. She circled around him at a distance, also noting his nice rear and muscled back.

Finally, she beckoned the slaver over. He rushed to her side eagerly, his hands wringing together. "He is fully functioning, I assume?" she asked, and they began to discuss the details.

Bardon kept his head down as he heard the entourage come closer and closer down the line. He didn't really expect anything though, because really, he couldn't possibly concieve that royalty would be interested in someone such as him. He was just a nobody farmer. Nothing exceptional ever happened to him.

The entourage got closer, until the guards were starting to file past him....and then they all stopped. The hairs on the back of Bardon's neck rose. oh gods...it can't be... Suddenly, he felt his jaw grabbed by one of the guards who tilted his head up so he could be looked at properly. Bardon did not resist, nor did he whimper. He just let it happen and kept his eyes averted, though he couldn't help but glimpse just who it was that had taken an interest in him--a young woman, and the only young woman who is a Royal was the Princess of the realm.

Bardon did not fight back or resist as his teeth were checked for their health, but then, at the Princess's command, his loincloth was ripped off, very clearly indicating for what purpose the Princess wanted him for. His cheeks blushed in humiliation, and the faintest of whimpers escaped his lips as he realized what his life was going to be like. Meanwhile, the Princess circled him, and then went off to barter with the slave-traders. Bardon closed his eyes, waiting for his fate to be sealed.

Evelyn finished bartering with the man, who slightly disgusted her, and motioned for her guard to hand over the money. Several other men untied the boy and ushered him away.

Evelyn gave them explicit instructions beforehand: they were to escort him to the castle, clean and clothe him, and have him delivered to her room. She now had a new task before her. Now that she knew his approximate sizes, it was time to buy her new pet some clothes and toys.

She went through the marketplace and selected a few scanty and kinky garments and had them sent to the castle right away. She purchased a few other items at the suggestions of the merchants, and saved the rest of her birthday money for her new slave's upkeep. She giggled to think of him, so shy and cute. She wondered what she would do to him first...or make him do to her?

The sun was just setting when she and her entourage finally arrived at the castle. She was buzzing with anticipation as she dismissed her maids for the night. She stood outside the door to her large, elaborate bedroom, knowing that on the other side stood her new slave, ready to do her bidding.

She opened the door.

Even when Bardon's loincloth was ripped off so that the princess could examine his package, Bardon had never actually thought particularly highly of himself in that regard. And yet, the princess--the princess of the kingdom--apparently liked what she saw, because just within earshot, Bardon heard a deal reached regarding his sale. He didn't really ponder much of this, though, as his chained hands were unlocked and the big, burly guards led him away.

For the rest of the day, Bardon kept his head down as he was handed off from royal guard to royal servant, taking an expedited carriage over the roads...and when he caught a glimpse out the window, he was at the Royal Castle. He wasn't surprised, but...he had never seen the castle before, and the sight was impressive.

Bardon, still buck-naked, was then led around by the other palace servants to a very fine bath, where they washed his body with warmed water and soaps. Being a poor farmer, Bardon had never had such a bath before, the most he'd ever had in his life was a bucket of freezing water dumped over him every couple of days. Then they gave him something to wear--though it was hardly anything at all, even less than the slave's loincloth he had earlier. It was a tight-hugging thong that deliberately accentuated his flaccid bulge. Having no other choice, Bardon put it on.

Finally, he was taken to the most beautiful and ornate bedroom he had ever seen in his life. The castle servants chained his hands to one of the bedposts, leaving him kneeling on the ground beside it, and left the key out on top of a nightstand, well out of his reach. Bardon was left there for a couple hours with nothing but his own thoughts. So...he was to be a pleasure-servant. Bardon wasn't completely ignorant of matters of intimacy, he'd fooled around with other village girls from time to time like everyone did, but things had never gotten too serious (though undressing had been involved). He knew that whatever the princess told him to do, he would have to do. Disobeying the slave-traders earned one a painful punishment. Disobeying a royal earned one a painful death. All he wished was that he didn't have to wait so long. It was uncomfortable, kneeling on the floor--but then, the door opened. Bardon lowered his head once more.