There are many brothels where you may find whore claiming a bewildering variety of stately titles, so their base-born clientele can have the pleasure of believing they’re defiling a noblewoman. Normally the girl in question’s closest connection to aristocracy is that she once gave a free blowjob to a minor lordling’s bastard son. Madam Zemithar does not permit such crude ruses in her establishment. Any girl who wishes to claim a title must actually possess it, a fact which is well known and makes those noblewomen who spread their legs in ‘The Dragon’s Lover’ all the more highly valued by their customers.
Nevertheless, few truly believe that Princess Idressa Maria Del Stanasta is truly of royal blood. She seems so meek and shy, speaking only when spoken too but eagerly submitting to whatever depraved desire her customers want to inflict on her pale, delicate flesh. But her claims are quite true. For the first 18 years of her life, she was the third daughter of King Tolan of the Kingdom of Nayar on the northern edge of the Greatlands, a sweet, innocent, virgin maiden.
But then, as she travelled from her family’s summer estate back to the capital, her carriage was attacked by barbarian raiders from the icy lands on her realm’s northern border ambushed her carriage. They killed her guards, tore the clothes from her slender body, raped her maids and finally had their way with her – extensively. It was only good fortune that allowed a cadre of her father’s elite soldiers to find her and slay her violators before they could carry her off to be a slave to their tribe.
After her rescue, the Princess was quiet and withdrawn. Most people considered that natural, given the traumatic ordeal she’d gone through. But the dark truth was something she couldn’t reveal to any of her attendants. She was not horrified by what she had endured, but by the fact she’d enjoyed it. The feel of the rough hands tearing at her garments and groping her body, the vicious, degrading language they had used – she, who had always been treated as a sacred treasure, found being treated as a mere object incredibly exciting. When they had made her watch as they raped her servants, she had been unable to restrain herself, writhing helplessly on the ground and plunging her fingers into her womanhood, the lustful gazes and scornful laughter of the barbarians only driving her to greater heights of pleasure. It was only a mercy that her maids were too distracted to witness her degradation. When her turn came to satisfy their lusts, she submitted without reservation, begging and grovelling for the right to be taken in every hole.
It was this shame that caused her to isolate herself. She knew if word of her perversion ever got out, it would be a scandal that could ruin her family. So, one night, she fled the castle, leaving her birthright behind. She fell into prostitution almost by accident – one night, in a tavern on the road, the memories of the barbarians became too strong, and she offered herself to a brutal looking warrior. She was actually surprised when he paid her.
By the time she reached Kaenor, she was supporting herself by selling her body. When Madam Zemithar heard of her, she immediately sent a messanger to bring her to ‘The Dragon’s Lover’. Thus, the Princess found a home where she was accepted and valued for who she is, and abused and tormented on a daily basis. She has never been happier. |