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A Princess Story “Presenting to her royal Majesty Princess Rosario Rancid I give you the three young princes seeking your hand in marriage!” The royal announcer announced while the aforementioned princess sat on her throne growing a sudden grin on her face followed by this a rank odour filled the room which all chose to ignore. “To your majesty's right Prince Edward E. Edward The Third from the south, to your majesty's left Prince Fredrick “The Fighter” Finch from the north, and finally directly in front of your majesty Abraham A. Alteration hailing from just a few castles down the road!” All three prince's eagerly looked up at the princess watching her every move to see any indication of which one of them she favored. Princess Rosario met this with a cold glare. Each of them were fairly low in the line of succession of their own kingdoms but through this marriage they were assured that one day they would be king. All they had to do was break through the heart of this Ice Queen. “Royal Announcer.” The Princess finally spoke in an elegant sophisticated voice that fit her perfectly. “We have a problem here....” “Yes you're grace what is it?” Rosario rose from her throne giving everyone in the grand hall a look at the beauty. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back stopping just shy of her wide hips and toned butt. Had her facial expression not been so cold the princes would have gasped. “You announced the arrival of princes yet all I see is three weaklings not fit to massage my feet” The princes gulped. Rosario was known to be harsh but seeing it was quite something else. “A forgotten prince, a coward, and a bastard with a retarded last name. Yes that's right I know all about you three. I know how you Edward are fiftieth in line for the throne yet you still act like you hold any position of power. And you “The Fighter” I'm aware of the irony in that title, tell me have you ever even left your families castle before today or has that just been a task to terrifying to accomplish. Then there's Abraham the bastard the family barely recognizes as a human being. I assure you that you of all will find your stay in this castle the most familiar. GUARDS!” Out of nowhere armed guards sprang into the room quickly restraining each of the princes in place all within a matter of seconds. “My princess please what is the meaning of this?” Edward asked. “I'm taking you all captive.....duh.” “You can't do this please if we could just discuss the pros of marrying me then perhaps....” Rosario punched Fredrick across the face before he could finish that sentence. “My family will hear about this Rancid they'll start a war if they have too!” Abraham yelled yielding Rosario to simply sigh and laugh. Without a word she removed one of her slippers and took off her stocking which looked to be incredibly damp. “This should shut you up. Guards hold his mouth please.” The Guard complied and Rosario shoved the sock into his mouth. For such a beautiful princess the scent emanating from her stockings was anything but. The stockings were like a sponge of soak and sweat from princess foot up to her calf. So you can imagine Abraham's extreme discomfort in having the whole thing shoved in his mouth. The awful taste of sweat and foot filled the young princes mouth. Gagging his mouth Abraham could only give out muffled screams while the princess just looked at him with amusement. “Taste the royal sweat yet?” Rosario mocked. “MMMMMPPPPFFFF!” Abraham attempted to yell providing only a chance for more sweat to drip into his mouth. Rosario moved from her place in front of him and stood high near her throne. “Now does anyone else have an objection.” Edward began to start protesting making Rosario kneel down and start taking off her other stocking. He shut his mouth immediately after that. “Good. First though I need to figure out what exactly the three of you will be doing here after all what's the point in keeping captive's if you're not going to make them do things for you.” “You're talking about slavery!” Edward yelled as if he immediately forgetting the Princess's threat. “No Prince Edward E. Edward The Third I'm speaking of a princess getting what she wants and right now I want you to follow me so I can show you how you'll be serving me for the remainder of your life.” Rosario casually walked out of the room, the royal announcer, some guards, and Prince Edward (forcibly) following behind. “Some of you stay back and make sure the other two don't cause trouble.” The princess called back leaving a few acknowledging grunts from the guards. “Stop.” The princess said as the small group approached a large gold encrusted door. “We're here.” Rosario motioned the guards to let go of Edward allowing her to turn around, hike up her dress, and shove her perfectly shaped butt right into Edward's face. “Sniff please.” Rosario commanded. With his nose submerged fairly deep in the princes's crack Edward couldn't stop himself from inhaling at least at first.....though after that he did everything he could to make sure it never happened again. The swampy ass was filled with sweat, dry shit, and the overall aroma of farts long past all of this flowed right into the princes nose with each inhale. Still Rosario forced him to stay inhaling for just a while longer scrubbing the prince up and down her crack just to torment him a bit longer. Eventually he was pulled out (by the guards who reminded Rosario about that she was pressed for time) leaving him angrily catching his breath on the floor while the princess looked down on him. “So how did my end smell?” “Fucking terrible!” “Yes it did which is a problem. No princess such as me should have to suffer such stink so close to them, hence forth welcome to your new home.” With that the princess swung the gold door opened and presented Prince Edward with his “new home”. A true sight for sour eyes lay in front of the group. The room was clearly meant to be a lavatory with a small seat and a hole at the seats bottom of it where a chamber pot laid underneath. However all of this information could only be derived from context as the room was a train wreck. The putrid little hole emanated a reeking odour and looked to be filled to the brim with filth. A rainbow of disgusting colours dripped from the sides of it along with the entire room. Either this chamber pot had simple never been cleaned or Princess Rosario specifically wanted it to bet his filthy. Perhaps both. “Hardly what you'd expect a Princess to sit on but thankfully we have you know.” The Princess gleefully remarked. “NO WAY! What! You expect me to clean that thing I ain't cleaning that thing I ain't cleaning shit!” Edward rejected in the most literal way. “Oh my little prince you'll be doing far more than cleaning shit. Royal announcer! Hand me the chamber pot Slave checklist.” Seemingly from no more the short servant emerged brandishing and extremely long scroll which he was quick to deliver to Rosario. “Ah thank you. Let's see there's...sweat licking, chamber pot cleaning, piss drinking, shit drinking, shit eating, wiping vagina with tongue, wiping anus with tongue, ass sucking, ass sniffing, pussy eating, ass eating also there's ass kissing, ass massaging, ass management, ass appreciation, ass worship, prolonged ass hugging sessions and above all else keeping this room and this ass utterly spotless at all times.” Rosario handed the list back to the announcer. “You'll be doing all of this with your hands behind your back so no hands allowed my prince. I'm sure you'll make do however.” Rosario punctuated this point by lightly taping the kneeling princes lips. “Let these duties be a constant reminder that how low of a prince you truly are Edward.” Just as she said this a few guards clasped a chain around his hands that was then fastened around a an iron bar inside the bathroom. “I'll have your head for this Rancid. I will make sure you regret this day.” Rosario simply gave a disinterested look before turning around and farting into the princes face shocking him into silence. BRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPTTT “Add fart sucker to the list.” Rosario told the Royal Announcer before turning back to the shocked Edward. “Well go on. Get. To. Work! I expect my evening dump to be a lovely affair....and it better be.” The princess threatened before slamming the door shut on the prince sealing him inside the putrid pitch black room. Soon she was back in the throne room to greet her other captives. “What did you do to Edward?!” Fredrick angrily questioned all while Abraham hung his head in shame (stocking still in his mouth). “That's none of your concern, also “Fighter”. (Rosario made sure to use air quotes there).”-You're next. Guards!” Within seconds the Guards had picked up the screaming little Prince and taken him out of the room leaving only Abraham and a few remaining Guards in the throne room. Before long the group had arrived at another door this one lined in silver door this one looking much shabbier than the other. “Prepare to be amazed little prince.” Rosario cooed as she swung open the giant door. As it opened the group got to view Rosario's laundry room. As expected it was quite unclean. Piles large enough to fit a person inside were everywhere each contain a garment the princess had once worn. A rainbow of disgusting colours traveled across the pile with yellow armpit stains to very dark brown pantie skidmarks and everything in between. It looked as if everything the princess had ever worn was in this room....and that she had soaked each of them with sweat and farts. “Welcome to your new job here you'll be cleaning all of my dirty clothes.....” As she said this two guards clasped The Fighter's ankles in cuffs with just a long enough lead for him to walk around the room. “How you'll do this will be up to you to figure out I think there's a sponge and bucket at the bottom of one of these piles but good luck finding it. Now I'm sure as you can tell these clothes are less than ideal for wear especially for royalty in fact most of these are from this week so unless you want my handmaidens to have to make me all new panties I suggest you find that bucket fast.” “Are you even human for gods sake even just being in this room makes me want to faint and most of these piles are bigger than me!” Prince Fredrick interjected. “Not that that's saying much......but yes I go through quite a lot in a day in fact.” The princess rose her left leg and let out a sloppy fart. SHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRTTTTSSSSHH “Here's your first pair.” The princess threw the sloppy panties onto her princely prisoner's face with a loud slap. “Have these clean in an hour or I'll keep you in the reject hole for the night.” “The rejection hole is a small vacuum sealed pit filled to the brim with garments that have been deemed unsuitable for human use. Her majesty Princess Rosario Rancid insisted on keeping them for future use/punishment.” The royal announcer once more appeared out of nowhere for some much needed exposition. Fredrick however was less pleased. “Please please just let me go I won't tell anyone just don't make me do this please you can't!” He screeched causing Rosario to grab his face and bring it close to hers. “Oh my dear, I'm a princess.....I can do whatever the fuck I want.” And with that she easily pushed The Fighter into the large pile which in turn toppled down on him trapping under the entire weight of the princess's dirty clothes. “HA! Even a pile of my shit stained panties are stronger than you! Oh man best of luck prince cause you're gonna need it!” The door was locked behind her as Rosario walked out of the room eager to determine her last captive's fate. Arriving back in the throne room Princess Rosario gleefully stared down Prince Abraham who held his head down in shame part of the princesses stocking hanging from his lips. Quickly the Rosario plucked the moist stockings from the prince's mouth and examined them. “Whoa these are fairly clean perhaps I've chosen the wrong place for you...eh forget it I don't feel like walking back.....in fact I feel like having a seat. Guards!” Abraham was still in a bit of a stupor from that twenty minute of sock in his mouth but even he managed to make cries for help. “Whatever you're about to do please I promise I can give you so much more just give me a chance please!” He whined as the guards dragged him up the steps to the throne. “Please little bastard my advisers have told me much about you. The forgotten son that was tormented by his twelve sisters for his entire life. They only legitimized you for the soul purpose of my hand in marriage. Had it not been for me you'd still be home at the beckon call of a dozen princesses How is that even possible to succumb to the whims of your own family. It's pathetic really but don't worry know you only need to be at the beckon call of one princess. Guards do the thing!” The lower portion of the throne opened to reveal a small bronze encrusted compartment just big enough for a person to fit in (this was proven from the skeleton that was currently occupying the compartment) Abraham was soon pushed in. The guards forced the princes body as much as they could all while he continued to scream and beg for freedom. When it was all over Abraham was in the darkness his only companion being the dusty bones piercing his side of whomever else suffered the same fate. That is until without warning light burst through the top of his prison allowing him to once again see the princess's Cheshire smile. “Hiya.” “Please don't make me do this my sisters were too much! I don't even know what this is just please let me do something.” Abraham pleaded. “I'm glad you asked.” The Princess gleefully remarked while also ignoring all of the trapped princes cries. “As I've assured your other slaves the royal hindquarters (that my ass) is completely rank! I mean fuck me does it stink and maybe it's because of all the lavish food I eat or maybe it's cause I don't clean so well (but I mean honestly what princess should have to clean herself) but whatever the case I reek.” A short sniff by Abraham proved this statement. “So anyway my father the king says I'm going to keep attracting loser princes....you know like you unless I can act 'like a true princess.' I could have just ate better or tried to keep myself clean (again what fucking princess does that) but than I figured I could just solve both my problems at the same time. Now I have the lowly princes cleaning me and I don't have to shit........hehehehe you know I just realized none of this really answered your question. Ha! Sorry I'll explain you're locked under my throne.... my ass sits on this throne often for hours on.....along with this the throne soaks up all my farts also for hours on end.......therefore my ass sits on you and you soak up all my farts....for hours on end.” Abraham was completely dumbfounded not even his sisters had been this cruel to him and yet this Princess spoke like this torment was nothing. Rosario didn't give a chance for Abraham to scream instead crashing her royal rump down on him as hard as she could. “AHHH!” He cried as his entire face was surrounded in her moist ass flesh. The putridness of it all soaked it into his face whether it be the sickening sweat, the still wet shit that caked her royal bunghole, or the ever present stench of a thousand farts Abraham screamed for freedom, vibrating Rosario's cheeks and giving her much delight. “Ahhhhhhh such a comfy seat much better than the last prince. What was his name again announcer guy?” Rosario asked as she etched her rear more and more onto her princely cushion. “He was Prince Raul Ravenhurst The Twenty-Third your grace.” Answered in his proper voice. “Oh yeah! What a joke he barely managed to hold out after the first fart....speaking of which.” Abriham was still resisting when a loud grumble was heard from above him. FRPPPPT "Ahh nothing like a slave's first fart. Can you feel it bastard can you feel my scent invading your nostrils." Abraham definitely could as Rosario was currently forcefully rubbing her end right across his nose. The awful warm wind that just blasted out of the princess had nowhere to go but in his nostrils. Unluckily for the prince much more was soon to follow with Rosario forcing all the tainted air into him. BRRRRRT “Oooo hang on this next ones gonna be a little wet....hehehe hopefully you don't drown like Randell or whatever the fuck his name is Hehehe.” Like a bullet from a shotgun the shart blasted Abraham's entire face coating him in liquid shit and all while gas still kept flying at him. For the next little while Princess Rosario Rancid just sat on her throne letting loose so much of her own royal gas even Abriham couldn't contain it all leaving the throne room permeating with the smell of princess farts. Still she went on. PPPPPPRRRTTTT “Fuck me that one went from dry to wet real fast didn't it?” The Princess mocked. “Your grace if you are done....” PFFFFRRPPPT FFFRRRRRRRPPPTTTTT “I'm never done announcer guy you should know that after all these years PFFRRTTT Anyway go ahead.” The Princess said while still mercilessly rubbing and farting on the poor prince's head. “Well your Grace it seems Two more princes have arrived each vying for your hand in marriage. Prince Ralph and Prince Glenn of houses Ran and Graham.” “Hmmmm those ones are of high nobility.......ah fuck it I need some foot massagers.” Rosario rose from her throne (much to Prince Abraham's pleasure) and gestured the royal announcer away. Then just as the throne prince was enjoying his somewhat fresh air Rosario's rear fell down on him harder than ever before. On impact she ripped a humongously wet fart that the princess was quick to press into her cushion. She could feel Abraham's breath inhaling her gas and the wet sloshing of her shart on his face. “Fuuuuuuuuuu-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck me that feels good! Man it's awesome to be Princess.” Just then the two princes emerged from the back end of the hall (while another fart emerged from Rosario's back end). They advanced in a princely fashion that made Rosario want to puke. Then right when they arrived at the end of the hall Princess Rosario spotted her guards peering behind them ready to jump them at a moment's notice. “Presenting to her royal Majesty Princess Rosario Rancid I give you the two young princes seeking your hand in marriage!” The royal announcer announced once more. While the princes eagerly looked at Rosario she could only grin while letting out a small SBD. |
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