Princess Alana

Chapter 4: Alana becomes a Princess

That evening, it was Kelly who went next door to bring Alana to dinner. She wore a long skirt and a peasant shirt that showed much of her shoulders and upper chest and Alana thought she looked adorable.

"I'm to bring you to dinner now," declared Kelly. "And we decided that this was to be your night off. You are going to be treated as a princess. My slave princess, of course, but we plan on doing all of the serving."

"Oh," exclaimed Alana, unsure of what she just heard. The princess part sounded okay but she was still uneasy about all of the slave talk she had been hearing.

"Okay," replied Alana rising from where she had been scraping loose paint off of a baseboard. "Just let me take a quick shower and I'll be right with you."

"Nope," replied Kelly. "I have my orders and I'm to bring you right away. We'll bathe you there."

"Oh my," said Alana. This was a new turn of events. She wasn't too sure that it was a good turn, though. Before she spent too much time thinking about it, though, she was surprised by two clicks. Kelly had slipped behind her, gathered Alana's wrists, and snapped a pair of handcuffs on the naked girl.

"Hey!" protested Alana. "What's this all about?"

"Slaves is slaves," grinned Kelly, stepping back in front of Alana. She reached out with both hands and tweaked Alana's nipples causing them to stiffen again. "And you is a wonderful slave."

"Stop that!" commanded Alana as Kelly reached back for a second tweak. "This just isn't right!"

Kelly reached around the older girl and gave Alana's bottom a slap, causing Alana's eyes to fly wide open. "Noisy slaves get punished. Do I need to gag you?"

"No," grumbled Alana as she still felt her bottom stinging from the unexpected spanking. "I'll be quiet."

"Good girl," smiled Kelly. "But don't be too good. I think I like spanking you."

Alana rolled her eyes at that comment and was rewarded with another swat. "What was that for? I didn't say a word."

"You were being impertinent, though."

"Jeez," declared Alana.

Kelly then produced a leash, which she snapped onto Alana's collar. The teenager then brushed a few stray hairs out of Alana's face and led her toward the door.

"Whoa! Hold on a sec," protested Alana. "I can't go out there! I'm naked." This earned her another spank. "Yikes!" she yelped.

"Come along," urged Kelly. "And if you want to get there without the whole neighborhood seeing you, you should be quiet. Of course, if you want an audience…"

Alana clamped her lips shut and quietly followed her captor. Once outside, she kept glancing around to make sure nobody was watching. Thankfully, it was a short walk and she breathed a sigh of relief once she reached the relative safety of her neighbor's house.

Grace was standing imperiously in the living room when Alana was led there. She was wearing a black leather vest that was held closed with two leather hasps. Below, she wore matching black leather pants that were held up with a silver chain belt. She looked like something out of someone's bondage dreams in the outfit and Alana got a better sense of the woman's figure than she had before. She had never realized quite how attractive her neighbor was. She had a wonderful figure and, since Alana could see the entire exposed midriff, she could tell that Grace was quite toned. She also noticed the ample cleavage trying to escape from the confines of the vest.

"I present to you slave princess Alana," Kelly announced in dramatic tones.

"Welcome to our castle, Princess Alana," said Grace as she lifted a nasty looking riding crop that had been dangling from her belt and started to stroke it with her fingers. "The Dark Castle."

"Oh my," thought Alana. "This is sure going to be different. I guess I should just play along."

"How were your travels?" asked Grace.

"Embarrassing," replied Alana, trying to play along with the scene. "Short but embarrassing."

"That is good, little one," said Grace as she stepped before Alana and used the crop to lift one of the slave's breasts balancing it on the tip. "Slaves need to learn to enjoy humiliation."

"Kneel before Queen Grace," proclaimed Kelly, pushing down on Alana's shoulders. Kelly then slid her hands down to grasp Alana's upper arms to make sure she didn't topple and hurt herself since the slavegirl still had her arms bound behind her. Alana found herself looking up at Grace with Kelly standing beside her, resting her hand on the top of Alana's head.

"They're just living out what they think my fantasies are," thought Alana. "How cute! I guess they wouldn't know that I always pictured myself as a slave to males. But I can do this. They're so sweet!"

"Your kingdom is lost. Your father was taken by the Moors. We claimed you," Grace paused for a moment. This next part would tell her how to proceed with Alana. It would either be trickery or force. "Do you, Alana Montcliff, submit? Do you accept your position as a slave of the Dodd clan?"

"There was that 'slave' word again," thought Alana. It always sent a chill down her spine but it also always made her pussy clench.

"Yes your Majesty," replied Alana, trying to stay with the tone of the scene. "I was captured. Princess Kelly has claimed me. I submit and I accept that I am a slave." She let out a little dramatic sigh.

Grace was thrilled with this new development but did her best to retain a steely stare as she gazed down at the precious pet. She was hoping that there would be no need for force, and now it was clear that force would not be necessary.

Grace used the tip of the crop to circle each nipple, watching them stiffen invitingly. Then she quickly flicked the crop up and down in a fanning motion, catching the tender little buds with the stiff leather and causing Alana to gasp.

"Then you are welcomed to the Dodd clan. Princess Kelly, bring us the parchment."

Kelly disappeared and then reappeared carrying a scroll. She laid the scroll in front of Alana and then took her place beside the slave as before.

"Mom was right!" thought Kelly. "This is working perfectly!"

Alana read the text. Inwardly, she admired the mother and daughter for going to such great lengths for this. The scroll was very elaborately written. Almost in calligraphy. But it wasn't calligraphy. It was more authentic to the theme than that. But it was beautifully and artistically done.

Despite being artistic and beautiful and consistent with the theme, the words were still pretty daunting for Alana. She read through the first section and when Kelly, or Princess Kelly, started to move the scroll to a new section, Alana shook her head. She had to reread what was in front of her.

"In consideration for lessons to be learned and pleasures to be enjoyed, I, Alana Montcliff, being of sound mind and under no outside influence or coercion, do hereby grant title of my body, mind and soul to Kelly Dodd.

There was flowery language before it and a lot of herewiths and hereafters after it. But it was that paragraph that she kept coming back to.

Finally, she nodded her head and let Kelly continue to roll the scroll. The rest appeared to be very light and playful, which set Alana at ease. She decided that it was really just a make-believe night.

"Slave princess," Grace finally spoke. "Do you wish to sign or do you wish to become acquainted with the dungeons?"

"Oh my gosh!" thought Alana. "Is this a leading question?" She had both fantasies. Sometimes, she imagined herself as a slave. Sometimes, she was a prisoner in a dungeon. She took a deep breath and decided that one fantasy would be enough for one night.

"I will sign, your Majesty," said Alana before letting out a long, overly dramatic sigh. "But please try to negotiate with the Moors for the freedom of my father, the King."

Grace was thoroughly enjoying this. Seeing her daughter control the slave was one of the highlights of her life. And hearing the beautiful blonde agree to sign her papers of slavery even topped that.

"Princess Kelly," said Grace as she stepped back and sat in an armchair that had been positioned to act as a throne. "Allow the girl the freedom that she needs to indicate her decision."

Kelly knelt behind Alana and unlocked her cuffs. Then she stood up and crossed the floor to stand beside her mother sitting on the "throne."

Alana dug deep into her past, trying to think about what her drama teacher would coach her to do. "Your Majesty," she started. "I do this for my father, the King. My body and mind and soul belong to you totally and forever. But please have him rescued from his imprisonment." With that, she picked up the pen and leaned down to sign her name on the scroll.

"Slave Alana," stated Grace in her role as Queen. "Arise."

Kelly helped Alana to her feet and then, once again, stood beside her.

"Two princesses side by side," said Grace. "And yet one is a slave." She walked up to Alana and stood with her nose almost touching the slavegirl's. "How do you think we should tell them apart?"

Alana gulped. This was feeling very realistic. Thinking back to some of the erotic novels she had read, she cast her eyes down. "Your Majesty can tell them apart easily. The slave princess wears the collar of your daughter."

Grace used the crop again. This time, it was placed under Alana's chin to tilt her head upward so that Grace could look into her eyes. "You are such a pretty princess. Such a beautiful gift." Grace hooked the crop to her belt again and then walked out of the room. This left Alana alone with Kelly.

"Are you enjoying this?" asked Alana.

"Hush, girl," replied Kelly in an emphasized voice. But then she leaned over and whispered into Alana's ear. "I am. And I hope you are too."

Alana laughed slightly and then smiled at Kelly in a knowing way. "It's certainly different."

"You are impossible!" declared Kelly. "Here we go through a lot of effort to make you a slavegirl and all you can say is 'it's different'?"

Alana was shocked at the response and, for the first time, realized how much the mother and daughter must love her. They had gone to great lengths to create a fantasy world that they thought fit with Alana's. Alana thought that she had been playing along with the game, but realized that her performance had not been convincing enough. She resolved to play along and be the perfect slavegirl. She took a deep breath and tried to imagine herself as a real slave princess.

Alana was led upstairs to the master bathroom where Grace had drawn a bath for her. Alana loved the opulence of the room and made a mental note to use some of the ideas in her own home when she got around to that part of the remodeling. The bathroom was spacious with a large tub, partially sunken into the floor, acting as the centerpiece of the room.

Before bringing her upstairs, Kelly had refastened the cuffs on Alana so she now had her wrists pinned together behind her back and had to be helped into the tub. A clothed woman on either side of her held an arm and gently eased the slave into the water, helping her to sit down in the warm water. "It's not all that bad being a slave," thought Alana as she luxuriated in the scented bath.

Grace poured water over her head and then started to rub shampoo into the girl's mane. Alana closed her eyes and just enjoyed the pampering she was receiving. Grace was very thorough with the cleansing and took the opportunity to gently massage Alana's scalp, soothing and relaxing the girl. Eventually, the soap was rinsed out and Alana opened her eyes.

To her surprise, she saw a naked Kelly stepping into the tub. Again, Alana was surprised by the behavior of the mother and daughter but again, she was taken by the beauty of the teenage girl. She realized that she just didn't seem to notice others all that much. But now, she was able to see Kelly in all of her naked glory. The girl was a treasure. Long auburn hair framed the pixie-like face. Slender arms led to delicate fingers. Despite the girl's belief that her breasts were not large enough, Alana thought that they were quite ample, especially given her slender frame. Boyish hips and shapely legs finished off what she saw before Kelly slipped into the water. At the juncture of those shapely legs had been a trimmed patch of reddish brown hair that matched the color on top of her head.

"Two princesses getting clean," smiled Grace.

"I thought that I could bathe too, your Majesty," said Kelly. "And it will let me get to know my new property better."

New property. That was something that Alana was still trying to get used to. "These two sure can get into their roles," thought Alana. "I'll keep trying harder so I don't disappoint them again."

"Thank you for joining me in the bath, Princess Kelly," said Alana. "I am your property to do with as you please."

Kelly leaned forward and kissed Alana as she reached out and held Alana's breasts in her palm. "Yes, you are, pretty pet. You belong to me and I can do as I please."

Alana closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss and did not even protest as Kelly's hands claimed her breasts, although she was a bit surprised that Grace didn't intervene and tell her daughter to behave. Grace, in the meantime, was just sitting back and enjoying the progress that they were making in their capture of the beautiful neighbor. Things couldn't be working out any better.

"Let me soap you," said Kelly. "And then you can soap me up." She picked up a wash cloth and then soaped it up before starting to run it over Alana's skin. Each arm was tenderly scrubbed, Alana's back was soaped, and then Kelly lifted one leg at a time to clean them. The washcloth was eventually discarded, however, when it came time to wash Alana's front. Kelly used her bare, soapy hands to glide over each breast, squeezing them, and letting them slide under her touch. The fingers danced soapily over Alana's bare belly causing the slave to quiver.

"Your majesty, can you help me raise the slave to the edge of the tub?" Kelly asked. Grace leaned forward and steadied Alana, holding onto both arms as Kelly reached between Alana's legs and cupped her sex, using it as a grip to lift her property and causing Alana to gasp. She resisted the urge to protest, however, so that she did not interrupt the mood of the scene.

Kelly's hands were soaped up again and she started to scrub Alana's sex, letting her fingers linger as they swept over the petals. Grace was still holding Alana's arms, so it would have been impossible for Alana to struggle away from the imp who was taking liberties with her body. But she had to admit that it all seemed very erotic.

Kelly picked up a razor and, after soaping up the downy fur protecting Alana's sex, poised it over the little patch of hair. This is when Alana decided that a protest was in order. But she paused so that she could do it in character.

"Oh please, Princess Kelly," she appealed. "Anything but that. Please don't take away my sign of womanhood. I will look like a little girl."

"Nonsense," responded Kelly who raised herself up on her knees and kissed each of Alana's very stiff nipples. "Nobody could mistake this body for that of a little girl. Besides, I keep all of my properties smooth down here. I like the sleek and sexy look that it provides."

Alana decided that she needed to step out of character for a moment to prevent the denuding of her sex. "Kelly, I mean it. This is going too far."

Kelly laughed and, with her four fingers pressed together, spanked Alana's sex. She only slapped it lightly, but the wetness of the flesh made the slap loud startling both girls and causing Alana to yelp. "Are you going to behave?"

"No, I'm not going to behave. You are not going to shave me and make me look ridiculous!"

"Your Majesty, please hold her tightly. I wouldn't want to cut her."

"Of course, Princess," replied Grace as she tightened her grip on Alana's arms. Alana watched in horror as the razor was swiped through her little bush leaving nothing but stubble. After most of the hair had been removed, Kelly went over the skin again, eliminating even the stubble until Alana's sex was completely bald and smooth.

Both women worked together to turn Alana over with her legs spread wide. Alana tried to close them but, with Kelly kneeling between her legs, she found it useless. Kelly soaped up her hands again and started working on the beautiful rounded cheeks of Alana's bottom, squeezing them, parting them, pushing them together and occasionally spanking them. Each spank earned a squeal from the bound girl and soon both cheeks were glowing pinkly.

Kelly was not finished with the razor. Again, she picked it up and, with the fingers of one hand holding the bottom cheeks apart, she scraped the razor across Alana's flesh removing any stray hairs it encountered. Finally, Alana had no visible hairs anywhere below her neck.

Kelly set the razor aside and soaped up her hands again. Despite being cleaned already, Alana's bottom found itself the target of the cleansing hands again. This time, however, the fingers moved into the valley between the two cheeks and slid insistently up and down that valley.

Each time a finger grazed over her little pucker, Alana sucked in her breath. She had always avoided anal sex and had always discouraged anyone from even try to touch her back there. Now, this schoolgirl was helping herself to that forbidden spot and Alana had to admit that she was becoming very aroused by this attention to her bottom.

"Yikes!" exclaimed the slavegirl as she felt one of the fingers stop its journey and linger over the little puckered hole. She felt it pressing against the tight little ring and tried to ease herself over the edge of the tub to escape the pending violation. But Grace had a strong grip on the girl and she was not able to even budge an inch. The pressure from Kelly's finger kept increasing and it was not long before the finger slipped inside of Alana eliciting another "Yikes!" from the girl. After gaining entry, it became easy work to slide the rest of the finger in and, quickly, Alana felt the finger sliding in and out of her bottom. Alana groaned as she felt her bottom filled with the finger but also found herself pushing back against Kelly's hand to impale herself deeper.

Kelly's other hand reached between Alana's legs and found the recently denuded sex. Fingers danced over the flesh before starting to concentrate on the petals. The petals were opened and Kelly felt the slick lubrication being produced by her captive, knowing that this meant that Alana was highly aroused by all of this. With one finger rapidly pumping in and out of her slave's bottom, she curled two fingers together and slipped them into Alana's sex.

Grace was not to be left out of the action. She released the slavegirl's arms and knelt beside Alana. She saw the full breasts swaying back and forth as they dangled beneath her chest and reached out, claiming a breast in each hand. Alana's head was spinning as her moral sensibilities were challenged so extremely while, at the same time, her body was responding marvelously to the attentions of the mother and daughter. She had never felt so alive in her entire life and she was enjoying sensations that she never imagined existed.

Kelly kept her fingers moving but added a new twist. She would lean down and kiss an upturned bottom cheek and then she would do one of two things. Sometimes, she would run her tongue over the taut flesh sending additional waves of pleasure through the bound girl. Other times, she would use her teeth to capture a tender morsel of the flesh and bite down on it, eliciting a squeal or a yelp or a shriek. All of this added to the confused state of Alana's mind and the fingers and tongues and lips moved her closer and closer to a climax.

Grace used her fingers to stroke the dangling breasts, wrapping her fingers and thumb around each one at the base and then squeezing as she drew her hands downward toward the nipple. This milking action was repeated time and again and at the end of each downward journey, the nipples were grasped and stretched downward, causing Alana to moan loudly as her breasts were drawn away from her body.

Several times, the pair of captors stopped, leaving Alana breathless and panting. After a few more moments, they would start again and drive her closer to an orgasm. But each time, they stopped until Alana was begging them for release. Her entire body seemed to be on fire and aching to climax.

"Oh please just let me cum," she begged at last.

"Slavegirls receive their pleasure when their owners decide that the time is right," replied Kelly.

"Oh Kelly, Kelly, Kelly!" pleaded Alana as one of Kelly's fingers speared into Alana's bottom over and over again. "Let me cum. Please. I will do anything."

Grace's ears perked up at those words. She glanced at Kelly and nodded. Kelly followed up on the comment with some questions to her new property.

"Anything?" asked Kelly. "What do you mean by anything?" Just then, she stopped all movement of her fingers but kept them embedded within the slave.

"Oh gawwwwwwwwdddddddd!" groaned Alana. "Please don't stop!"

Kelly pulled her finger out of the girl's bottom long enough to give her slave a hard slap. "I asked you a question, Alana. I expect an answer."

Alana yelped again as she was spanked by the teenager and then gasped as the finger was reinserted into her rectum.

"Anything. Anything. Just please let me cum. I'm going crazy."

"What can a girl who has already signed away her life have to offer?" asked Kelly.

"Oh god," said the hyper-aroused girl. "I would even do it for real at this point. I am your slave forever if you just let me cum."

"Oh, my gosh," thought Grace. "This couldn't be turning out better. We already have the legal document to own her, but she doesn't know it and just thinks that it's a game. Now she's willing to do it for real in her mind. This will make things much easier."

Grace leaned close and whispered into Alana's ear. "I accept your offer, sweet pet. Tomorrow, I will give you to Kelly as a birthday present. Tonight, you can have your beautiful orgasm."

Then, Grace leaned back and nodded to Kelly. As Kelly started to move Alana back toward an orgasm, Grace renewed her attentions to the dangling, ripe breasts. It took only seconds to send the girl into orbit and she shrieked as the intensity of her climax wracked her body. Alana passed out and the two other women had to carry her to the bed after drying her body. Alana was tied, spread-eagle, across the bed in the master suite and did not awaken until morning. Kelly slept on one side of the comatose girl as Grace slept on the other side. Each laid on their sides cradling a naked breast in a hand.