Princess Sophia could see the clear blue sky through the window of her cell. It was a balmy summer evening and she could feel a gentle breeze when she opened the window. Her hands unconsciously went up to touch the bars on the window that held her in. 

Her cell was nicely appointed. She had a comfortable bed, a fireplace to which the servants tended, chairs, a table, and even a small desk for writing. The servants brought her meals even leaving a bowl of fruit for her on which to snack if she wished. She had asked for paper, ink and a quill so that she could write letters to her parents. She had already written several and her captors had promised to deliver them but she had only been in her prison for a few days so they probably would not have had a chance to reach her parents anyway even if the captors kept their promises. 

Sophia’s mother and father were the rulers of the Kingdom of Thymistia. The long war with the Kingdom of Nuvagara was finally over, but tragically, Thymistia had lost. It was a humiliating and devastating defeat. Now that the Thymistians had been forced into unconditional surrender  the Nuvagarans had imposed draconian reparations on Sophia’s poor kingdom. Now that their age-old enemy was finally defeated, the Nuvagarans seemed to be reveling in their cruelty. 

That was how Sophia now found herself in the tower of the palace in the capital of Nuvagara. The victorious Nuvagarans had demanded her as tribute. It was with heavy hearts that the king and queen of Thymistia had sent their daughter away as a prisoner with the Nuvagaran delegation. She had pleaded and begged her parents not to agree to the terms, but there was nothing that they could do. The ultimatum was simple. Princess Sophia was made property of the Kingdom of Nuvagara or else she and the rest of her family would die. 

She had been told that she was to be wed to Prince Gerard of Nuvagara. It had taken a few days for the preparations to be made but the day was finally here. Sophia was so nervous that she felt nauseous. So far her captors had not abused her—her needs were met but she was most certainly a prisoner.

Earlier in the day the servants had begun preparing Sophia. She was bathed and then perfumed. The servants applied Sophia’s make-up and then pinned her long hair up in a stylish bun. The servants also meticulously shaved off all of her body hair from ankles to neck, as was the custom for noble women of Nuvagara. Now all that Sophia could do was wait. 

She had never met Prince Gerard. He not not part of the delegation that had imposed the cruel peace treaty on her kingdom, so she had no idea what he looked like. She wondered how he would treat her and what he would do with her. The terms of the treaty were clear however—Sophia was now his property and had no rights of her own. He could literally do anything he wanted to her.

As she sat lost in thought she heard a key in the lock and turned to see the door open. In stepped one of the high priests of Nuvagara followed by a group of armed guards. He was dressed in elaborate robes and carrying a box. “The time for the ceremony has come, Your Highness,” he said resolutely. Sophia’s heart sank—this was really going to happen.

“It is time for us to complete the preparation of you in anticipation of the ceremony,” he said, “Remove all of your clothes.” Sophia was stunned. She stood there, paralyzed with shock and fear. “Remove your clothes or they will be removed for you,” the priest said. Sophia thought that she could detect a faint smirk on his face. 

Sophia’s stomach was feeling queasy due to stress and she slowly reached to the collar of her dress to start unbuttoning it. This apparently was not fast enough for the high priest. He motioned and then in an instant the guards were upon her. 

One trapped each of her arms holding her fast. She started to struggle but their grip was so tight and they were so much stronger than her. A third guard stepped up to her. He sneered as he grabbed the front of her dress with his big hands. He pulled hard on the fabric and ripped open the front of it. He grasped the neck of her underclothes and ripped them open just as he had her dress. Sophia struggled in the grip of the guards as her breasts fell free. 

The burly guard pulled out a knife and used it to rip and cut the rest of her clothes off. She now stood naked before the group of men. The priest set the box on the table and opened it. Out of it his withdrew a set of white leather cuffs and a white leather collar. “White for the bride-to-be,” he said as he picked up a cuff and moved towards Sophia. 

“No, please!” begged Sophia as the guard held up her arm and the priest buckled the white leather cuff tightly around it. “I’m begging you you not to do this!” pleaded Sophia as the second cuff went on. She thought trying to kick as he bent down to place the cuffs around her ankles but she thought better of it. “Just wait until me father hears of this!” she said in anger as the priest buckled the collar snugly around her neck.

“And what will he do?” asked the priest as he stepped behind her and attached a heavy strap to the back of her collar, “You are property of Nuvagara now based on the treaty.” Sophia’s heart sank and tears started to well up in her eyes. The priest motioned and the guards forced Sophia’s arms behind her back. The priest attached her cuffs to the leather strap that ran down her back, one wrist above the other. He tightened the center strap pulling her wrists up to the center of her back. 

“I implore you…don’t do this!” whimpered Sophia. 

“Your voice is no longer needed,” said the priest as he picked up a white leather gag and moved it in front of her face. She tried to turn her head away but a guard held it in place. The priest forced the gag into Sophia’s mouth and tightened the strap behind her head. Her protests were now just mumbles from behind the gag. 

The priest reached up and dabbed her face with a silk handkerchief. “Don’t cry my child,” he said in a fatherly way, “You’ll spoil your appearance for the prince.”

The priest reached into the box and pulled out a long leash made of white leather. He clipped it to Sophia’s collar and gave a gentle tug. “Come along now, my dear,” he said as he turned, “the prince and the court await.”

Sophia stumbled forwards as the leash pulled her. She followed the high priest through the doorway and into the hall, guards following after. They made their way through the castle. Guards and servants stopped as stared as they passed by. 

At last they came to the doorway at the entrance to the great hall. The head guard stepped forward and announced in a thundering voice, “Behold! Princess Sophia of Thymistia!”

With that, the high priest moved into the hall and pulled on Sophia’s leash. She walked forward through the entryway and saw the throng of people waiting in the great hall. She was suddenly so aware of her nakedness and helplessness. She instinctively stopped and pulled back on the leash. The high priest yanked on the leash and Sophia lurched forward into the hall. 

The captive princess was led across the huge room and the crowd parted to both sides to allow passage. Sophia burned with shame and humiliation. She felt her face grow hot as the observers stared and whispered to each other. She was led to the end of the great hall where the thrones sat on a dais. She saw a man standing the middle in front of them. He was tall and dressed in exquisite garb. Sophia knew that it could only be one person. 

Sophia was led up the dais by the high priest and the guards positioned her in front of the prince. He was ruggedly handsome and he smiled warmly at her. The thought occurred to her that he seemed like a man she would like to marry if she wasn’t being forced. 

The priest took his position between them and faced the crowd. “We are here to witness the marriage of Prince Gerard of Nuvagara with Princess Sophia of Thymistia,” he said to the crowd. He turned to address the prince.

“Prince Gerard, do you take Princess Sophia to be your wife?” he asked. “To have and to hold. To treat however you wish. To use her nubile body for your pleasure. To breed her for the glory of Nuvagara?”

“I do,” replied Prince Gerard as he looked down as the captive princess. Sophia shook her head and tried to object but the only sounds that came from behind her gag was an unintelligible “hrrmmmff.” Her heart sank at the finality of it all. The high priest placed a ring on the prince’s finger. He moved behind Sophia and she struggled as he pried her fist open and slid the ring onto her slender finger. She felt the cold metal of the ring and despaired.

“I now pronounce you man and wife,” said the priest with a flourish. Cheers and claps erupted from the crowd. “Let us now retire to the bedchamber so that the marriage may be consummated and blessed in the presence of the priests.”

Sophia was horrified. She shook her head no and tried to twist out of the grasp of the guards but they held her fast. Prince Gerard reached out and stroked her hair and then caressed her cheek. “Don’t worry my beautiful bride,” he said warmly, “I’ll be gentle. Eventually you will come to crave my touch and obey all my commands to the letter. But that will take time and training. The marriage must now be consummated so your restraints are necessary.”

Sophia mumbled through her gag as Prince Gerard took her leash and turned to lead her away. She pulled at the cuffs that pinned her hand behind her back but it was no use. She felt so scared and defeated. She had never been with a man before. And now to be taken like this, her precious carnal treasure stolen from her!

She was led out of the great hall and down the passageway. The came to an elaborate door which a guard opened for the prince. He gently pulled Sophia’s leash and she followed him inside. It was a massive, plush bedchamber filled with fine luxury items befitting a prince. The bed sat the the center and Gerard pulled her behind him as he walked towards it. The guards and the priest filed in behind.

“Guards, prepare her,” commanded the prince. The guards stepped forward and took hold of Sophia. They unfastened her wrist cuffs from the strap on her back and then removed the strap from her collar. The princess tried to pull her arms out of the grasp of the guards but once again they were too strong.

The guards pushed Princess Sophia down on the bed, a guard holding each arm and each leg as they pulled her body into position. They attached her wrist and ankle cuffs to thick straps at each corner of the bed. They tightened the straps and pulled her limbs taught. She felt the pressure in her shoulders and hips as the guards tightened the straps even more. 

Sophia writhed on bed and desperately pulled at her restraints but it was no use. She was tied so tight, her legs spread wide, unable to defend her soft smooth pussy. Her heart began to beat faster as she watched the prince begin to undress. He smiled down at her as he removed first his robes, then his boots, then his shirt and breeches. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked down at her helpless, naked body, tied spread-eagle on the bed.

Sophia looked at the erect cock between the prince’s legs and was filled fear. To be degraded and humiliated like this in front of a crowd of people and then raped after a forced marriage in front a room full of witnesses was almost too much to bear. When she looked at the handsome prince—his muscular body and his large stiffening cock, she was overwhelmed.

The prince walked to the nightstand a picked up a bottle of oil. He poured a glug on his hand and slathered his stiffened cock. He then reached down between Sophia’s thighs to her defenseless vulva. She strained against the cuffs and straps and wriggled helplessly as he gently touched her sex, rubbing some of the oil on her soft folds at her entrance. His finger gently slid inside her, making sure that the hole was lubricated. 

The sensation of his finger inside her was electrifying. She felt herself start to moisten despite her fear and shame. As the Gerard moved to the foot of the bed the onlooking priests called out, “May this union be blessed by the Old Gods and the New and may the act be fruitful!” The priests cheered as the prince climbed up on the bed and positioned himself between the bound and helpless princess’ thighs. 

Gerard knelt down and maneuvered his fully erected cock to Sophia’s entrance. Her heart was beating so fast, it felt at though it would burst from her chest. The tip slid into her and she felt a twinge of pain as his shaft sank deeper in. She gasped as she could feel herself stretch to accommodate him. He supported himself with his arms a his entire length was now inside her. He pulled back, the shaft sliding out. She could see a faint streak of blood on his cock. He wiped with his finger and then held his hand up for all to see.

“Behold!" announced Prince Gerard, “She was as pure as fallen snow! An unspoiled virgin!” The priests cheered. He lowered himself back down on Sophia and once again his cock plunged into her. It did not hurt as much this time. She could feel the pressure of his hips on hers and the hair of his chest against her soft breasts. 

The prince began to move his hips up and down slowly his cock sliding in an out of Sophia’s pussy. His head was beside hers and her gently kissed her cheek and he started to thrust harder and faster. It was no longer painful. As she felt him fuck her part of her was filled with despair but sensations started build within her none-the-less. She could feel herself growing more moist as his movements built.a

Prince Gerard now fucked Princess Sophia with abandon. He pounded her hard, fast and deep, his cock thrusting into her again and again and again. As he continued, piston-like, she could feel the sensation building. It was taking over her body and she couldn’t fight it. He was forcing her to the edge with his relentless thrusts. She could not stop herself. Her pussy clenched on his cock and the orgasm took her. Her pelvic muscles rhythmically contracted and her juices oozed onto his dick.

Gerard continued to rail her and Sophia could hear his bulls-breath beside her ear as he lay on top of her. Then he moaned and grunted as he began to climax. His thrusting slowed as his cock pumped the warm semen into her. Eventually his thrusting stopped and his panting died down. He turned and gently kissed her cheek again. He slowly pulled out and rolled off her. 

Prince Gerard stood up an addressed the crowd of priests and guards, his member beginning to soften. “It is accomplished!” he said holding his fist in the air. The priests cheered and clapped.

Princess Sophia lay there on the soft bed, her limbs spread and tightly bound, naked and helpless. Her thoughts turned to her beloved Thymistia—would she ever see it again? As she contemplated her fate she could feel the warmth of the prince’s seed inside her. Her womb was between the floods—a child was sure to come.