The sound of the rolling river is almost hypnotic as princess Allysandra shivers in the cold water. She's been unmoved for some time, her eyes never leaving the woman who had saved her from the fall of her kingdom.
The maid, Rebekah, sleeps on the grassy hill beside the flowing river. Her naked body has dried from the water she had bathed in with her princess.
She's beautiful as she sleeps, Allysandra thinks. But, her beauty has been forever changed.
The blonde princess, still submerged from the neck down in the water, blinks as she returns to the moment.
Slowly, Allysandra rises from the water. Her supple white breasts shed droplets as she ascends. She watches the corner of the wood line where the bandit disappeared, the risk of his return causing her anxiety as her nakedness is exposed to the world.
The yellow mat of her small patch clings to the skin of her pubic mound as she parts from the river and approaches her unconscious friend. The dull ache of her crotch has evaporated, the cold water quenching her unrecognizable emotions.
On the ground, Rebekah remains unmoved. Her legs still splayed from the stranger who had pushed them apart. The princess' feet are hesitant as she circles her maids body.
Fearful of waking the violated woman, Allysandra's breath is shallow and slow. The rise and fall of her naked breasts barely noticeable.
The brown haired maid is a picture of eroticism that the princess has never seen before. The lips of her mouth hang open beneath her petite nose. Though lacking the near translucent whiteness of her mistress' skin, Rebekah's unblemished face would inspire a man's obsession. Her elegant neck leads into a bosom that lacks the pride of a woman standing erect. Generous flesh pulls down to the earth below as only can be seen from a woman on her back. The princess feels some heat as she looks at the woman's humiliating position.
Allysandra cannot contain her curiosity as she moves around her maids body. The savagery of the strange man's plowing into Rebekah's delicate flesh was something that the blonde beauty could not see from her watery hiding place. But, now, her eyes ride up along the splayed white legs of her companion to see something that both disgusts and enthralls her.
The once pristine white lips of her privates are inflamed with blood and bruising. The slender slit of her vagina gapes open, pink tissues exposed for the fallen princess to see. The remnants of the man's semen are drying on the woman's open sex. It's a grotesque scene of mangled meat as Allysandra had never conceived of before.
Despite herself, the princess feels herself swallow. Her hand drifts to her own naked crack. Would hers look so gross, she wonders.
Before her fingers can caress the white flesh of her plump pussy lips, Allysandra returns to her senses. In embarrassment, she looks away from her maid's unsightly state. The man could still be around.
With haste, the young woman finds the tattered remains of her once beautiful white dress. Tears threaten to burst from her eyes as she thinks, once more, about all that she's lost. This one dress is all that remains of her life before. And, her friend's rapist has ruined it. Momentarily, Allysandra thinks to take Rebekah's uniform for herself. To protect her own skin from the world around her. But, with a sad look to the desecrated woman, she chooses to bear her shame.
The dress is torn almost in two, a state that the royal maiden would never accept in her clothes. But, she has little choice in this moment. The fabric tears further as the princess tries to mold it around herself. With every fiber that snaps, Allysandra cringes. It takes some time, but finally, the gentle hills of her breasts are wrapped in fabric. Her slender hips are covered and the precious flesh of her loins is hidden.
But, not all is right in her appearance. Allysandra's cheeks redden as she looks down on her exposed belly. The fabric leaves a gap over her navel. It's the sort of display that her royal father would have never tolerated. All she can do is grasp the torn base of her dress and hold it up to protect her vulnerable middle.
With her modest covering, princess Allysandra thinks to her companion. The heat of the day remains. But, the exposure of a maiden demands action. With delicacy, so as not to wake the violated woman, Allysandra drapes the maid uniform over her.
With some semblance of modesty for them both, Allysandra feels marginally more safe. She knows the danger of staying here, but she can't bring herself to wake her friend. And, as she sags to the ground, the fatigue of her adventure saturates her bones. The shivering rest of the night before was as nothing. And, now, the presence of mind to keep watch leaves her.
The golden haired youth, slowly, lies down beside the woman in brown braids. Her eyes close to share the peace of slumber with her friend.
Rebekah's mind struggles as she feels the chill in the air and the urgency of her bladder. The need for relief fights with the desire to remain asleep. Her thoughts are tormented by struggles that she can't comprehend. She's sad. But, in her dozing state, it's hard to understand why.
Eventually, discomfort forces her eyes open. But, what she sees is alien. The sound of a gently rolling river registers in her mind and the twilight sky confuses her.
It takes a moment, but she remembers the fall of Genoa. The terrifying escape from the capital. The memories sting her eyes with anxious tears. But, something worse creeps into her consciousness.
Her hands shake as she slides them down her body. Legs still splayed in an unladylike manner, her fingers touch her lower lips. They've recovered somewhat while she slept. But, the once tightly clasped skin of her vagina is open to her testing fingers. A crust of what can only be the blood of her maidenhead and...
The brown haired maid's stinging eyes overflow. Her body writhes as she shrinks into the fetal position. The stoic silence that she would otherwise show when crying is nowhere to be found.
Wracking sobs shudder through her and she feels herself whine without words as she processes her violation. A man she'd never known had raped her. His ugly, fleshy, penis had torn apart the proof of her virginity. A thing her mother had taught her was the most sacred thing a girl possessed. And, now, it was gone.
The victimized girl was so caught up in her agony that she didn't notice the princess beside her until she felt a hand on her head.
Allysandra's slumber was disturbed by the sad sounds of her long time companion. She rose and looked down on the maid. The woman's nakedness could barely be hidden by the uniform that was laid over her, and had largely fallen away with her spasming. The woman's ample breasts and pleasant butt could be seen as Allysandra looked down on her. The woman shivered in the cool air and the princess felt her heart sink with pity.
The princess reached out with a hesitant hand to caress the crying woman's hair. This contact silenced Rebekah. Her misery momentarily stopped by the unexpected touch.
"Princess..." the maid said in realization, her body still tightly bound together.
Allysandra felt herself smile softly as she continued to stroke her companion's hair.
"It's okay," the princess promised. But, her lips turned downward as she recognized the lie.
Rebekah's tears found renewed strength as she accepted the comfort. But, the noise of her grief was gone. She quietly remembered her trauma while her princess patiently stroked her.
It took some time, but the crippling sadness faded somewhat. Rebekah's discomfort had never dissipated, rather it grew. With some effort, the maid rose.
"Princess, I... uh..."
Allysandra looked up as the naked woman stood. She understood.
With an embarrassed smile, the yellow haired maiden looked away.
Rebekah, in her state of undress, walked around a tree and squatted. In their journey this experience had happened before. But, it didn't make it any less shameful.
Rebekah's golden fluid trickled out of her faster than she'd like. The urgency could be heard by her princess who tried not to think about the graceless experience.
Finally, the stream slowed, and the brown haired maid returned, an unpleasant wetness eliciting a sliminess in the crust that still clung to her genitals.
The blonde princess half smiled at her return, her eyes trying not to focus on the space between Rebekah's legs.
"I.. need to bathe."
The words were expected. Allysandra nodded and began to delicately remove her dress.
The brown haired girl in her confusion tried to stop her.
"Princess, what are you doing?"
The innocent noble looked up, her cherub cheeks glowing in the soft light of dusk. "I'll help."
Rebekah felt uneasy, "Princess, you can't. I'm... I'm dirty."
The blonde maiden smiled, "It's okay. You just peed."
It was almost as though the princess had forgotten. Rebekah felt some level of annoyance for the naivety of her ward.
"Please..." the brown haired maid said with anxiety. "I don't want to get you dirty."
As if having just remembered the filth of a man that had been left on and inside of her companion's body, Allysandra made a sad expression.
The women awkwardly looked away for a moment before Rebekah turned to the cold water of the river. The temperature was little different from earlier in the day. But, she was already cold from the air and felt frozen as she submerged herself.
As if to avoid what must come, Rebekah wiped every part of her body multiple times before her fingers touched her quivering lips. Her body was shaking from the cold and her breathing came in gasps. Slender fingers drove up into the soft petals of her sex. It was an act that she had never done before, penetrating herself. But, she steeled her resolve and tried to clean out whatever was left of the man's semen.
It didn't matter that the act of sex had happened hours earlier. She needed to wash it away. But, the more she labored to remove the stain of her corruption, the more she realized that she could never be clean again.
Were a man to see beneath the water as the pretty maid's body spasmed and quaked, the ragged breathing of her frigid body, and the frustrated stroking of her inner folds, his arousal would be tremendous. But, all Allysandra could see was the pained gasping of her friend as tears of misery silently rolled down her cheeks to drop as rain into the water below.
Rebekah wanted to be clean. But, she couldn't. And, she eventually succumbed to the pain of the cold. Her naked form rose from the water.
Somehow the woman looked even more desolate to Allysandra's eyes. So defeated. Her head sagged down to her beautiful breasts. The princess, despite herself, thought the woman's nipples her only defiant quality.
The maid was a wreck with tremors and Allysandra came to her tenderly. Her hands caressed Rebekah to wipe away the water and she held her close. It was little comfort as the maid bent down to gather her clothes.
In the dim light, they stood. Allysandra's belly exposed to the cooling air and Rebekah shivering in her modest garb. They couldn't stay any longer.
Princess Allysandra clung to her shivering companion as they began to, slowly, continue their journey. The trauma of the day fueling their desire to travel through the night. Their path along the river had a mostly Southerly direction. The trade cities of the Southern region were their only hope in a world gone wrong.
Twilight had long passed and the cold of night set in. But, gradually, Rebekah's shivering grew less violent. Her chattering teeth settled as the exertion of walking warmed her body.
Allysandra's own heat was less than she could have desired. The gap in her dress at the abdomen allowed cold air to caress her belly, despite her effort to hold the garment together.
The next great crisis was one that had been with them all along. Neither woman had eaten since the escape from the capital. They could drink from the river. But, they had no skills to hunt and gather. There were no fruit bearing trees or fields with vegetables.
Hunger, they were finding, was an insidious creature. As the hours of night continued, and they feared resting lest they freeze, they grew progressively weaker. Their internal heat dampened by the lack of fuel within their bodies.
Allysandra and Rebekah felt their minds lull as the monotonous hours continued. In the face of exhaustion and cold, the tragedies and traumas they had experienced seemed less real. It was almost comforting.
The princess' feet felt like lead when they reached smooth ground. She had walked for so long on grass and weeds that it took her a moment to realize that they'd found their way onto a country road. For the first time that night, excitement found its way into Allysandra's heart.
"Rebekah," the princess said with energy that she could barely muster.
The maid looked at her beautiful princess with dull eyes. In the low light, she could see the outline of what looked like a smile.
"Yes?" she mumbled.
"We've found a road!"
The enthusiasm of the noble lady was not shared by her companion. Even in her daze, Rebekah knew that the danger of their circumstances could only rise on the roads. But, she also knew that they wouldn't last in the wilderness.
Besides, she thought sadly, they had been in the wilderness when... that happened to her.
The exhausted maid expressed none of the thoughts in her mind. She merely continued to walk at Allysandra's side.
They continued on into the growing dawn until they came across a small shack at the side of the road. A garden grew beside the hovel. The princess and her maid felt their mouths' water as they caught sight of red tomatoes of impressive size.
The exhaustion that plagued them seemed, somehow, less powerful as they broke into a labored dash to the plants. Concern for the owner of the plants was nowhere to be found in their consciousness. Only an overwhelming hunger.
When they finally came upon the plants, shaking hands reached out to grasp the ripe flesh of the tomatoes. Their hands tugged and tore the prizes away from the vine.
In a completely unladylike manner, Allysandra's porcelain teeth opened to accept the fruit. Juice splashed in her mouth and dribbled down her chin to stain the white fabric of her ever dirtier dress. But, she had no mind to worry about her appearance.
Beside her, Rebekah's own lust for food had stained her cheeks with the tomatoes juices. The fruit was sweeter and more delicious than any she had known. And, her mind could only process the euphoria of filling her belly.
In fulfilling their base hunger, they were oblivious to the opening of the shack door.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" an angry voice bellowed from behind the two women.
Allysandra and Rebekah jumped in alarm as they heard the man's aggressive voice. The flesh of the fruit lingered in their mouths as they turned to see the owner of the garden.
The man they saw was past middle age. Not a grandfather with gray hair. But, also not a man in his prime. His hair was brown and reasonably cropped, a beard of moderate length for his mane. The tunic on his chest was the color of his hair and had a deep V that exposed the scraggly hair of his chest. His waist was trim for a man his age, but he wasn't like the city folk who eat bread and talk for a living. He was a man of the earth.
When the beautiful maidens turned to him, the man saw the juices of his tomatoes dribble down the delicate chins of women more beautiful than any he had known. Droplets of juice dripped evocatively from their faces and he could not help the swelling in his pant.
The anger he felt for thieves trespassing in his garden was tempered by a longing that grew within him. His feet carried him closer to the women and his eyes drifted to the exposed belly of the woman in white.
Rebekah unconsciously stepped back, a fear she had only learned the day before rising up from within her. But, Allysandra was unguarded in her demeanor. The juicy flesh of the tomato clinging to her throat as she, with some difficulty, swallowed.
The man of the earth sucked in a deep breath through his nose, he could almost smell them.
Soon, he stood a pace from them looking down on their shorter figures. The anger of waking to find thieves in his garden was giving way to more mischievous thoughts.
"You ladies seem lost," he said sympathetically.
His eyes roamed across the form of the blonde fairy before him. Her naked belly, enticing as it was, was not the only thing that caught his eyes. The fabric of the dress was refined in a way that common folk could never possess. And, when his eyes turned to the pretty brunette, he recognized the uniform of a servant.
Rebekah flinched when his eyes met hers. The rapist who had taken her only the day before had taught her a fear that she was only now coming to recognize. Her chin scrunched up anxiously as the older man evaluated her.
Both of the women were frozen, unsure of how to act.
The man's thoughts were growing ever more corrupt. But, a softness touched his heart. He saw the softness of these two girls, a softness he remembered.
"Come inside," he said after a moment. "Empire soldiers have been patrolling the road."
The princess became even more alert at the mention of her kingdom's enemies. This man was a stranger, but he was one of her subjects. Maybe she was safe with him.
The woman with braided hair was less inclined to trust the strange man. But, even with the anxiety caused by his presence, her exhaustion washed over her. Meekly, she followed her princess into the man's small shack.
A table with two chairs took up a significant amount of space in the man's home. But, he offered it to the ladies.
They sat uncomfortably as he busied himself with his food stocks.
"You two must be hungry," he said kindly as he put together a meal of salted pork and homegrown vegetables.
When they realized what he was doing, the mouths of both women watered with warm saliva. Allysandra felt her stomach grumble and felt her cheeks warm as she hoped the man hadn't heard.
Of course, he had heard. But, he hid his smile and pretended not to have.
It was a cold meal. Something the princess was unused to. But, it might as well have been a feast to her eyes.
Princess and maid devoured their meals and drank the water offered by their host.
As the last scraps were consumed, a listlessness came over the beautiful women. They were tired beyond measure. And, with full bellies, they could only think of sleep.
The older man could see the change in them. They seemed so delicate. So vulnerable.
Again the swelling of the man's penis ached for release. But, he wasn't so young as to let the head downstairs rule the head upstairs.
"Come," he said as he moved to his bed. "It's small and the bedding hasn't been washed lately. But, it's all I can offer."
Caution returned to the women. To lie in a man's bed meant much, especially after Rebekah's violation.
"It's okay," the man said with a soft smile. "I won't hurt you."
The promise meant little. But, when Allysandra looked to her friend, she realized that they were both near collapse.
Hesitantly, the princess walked past the stranger. His presence was strong, the shack smelled of him. She crawled into this peasants bed and sank into the straw mattress, her head touching on his dirty pillow.
Rebekah's anxiety didn't go away. But, she slowly followed her princess' lead and lay down beside her. The maid was protective of her ward, her body the buffer between the man and Allysandra. She stared up at the man as the blanket rose over them.
He watched them for a moment before he couldn't bear Rebekah's hostile eyes any longer. The swelling of his crotch refused to dissipate as he fed himself. Occasionally, his eyes would turn to the maidens in his bed. It didn't take long for the pretty brown haired girl's hostile eyes to fade.r"