Chapter 18

“Relax, I am a virgin, well, you are a virgin, the rumors were just really rumors,” Princess Cerena that is hiding in Iris’s body whispered standing next to her in the king’s bedroom.
“You are not, not in any way a virgin anymore. King Evander violated every hole,” Iris whispered back, as she shook with fear.
“What?!” Princes Cerena exclaimed.
“I did not choose for him to rape your body,” Iris whispered.
Princess Crena grabbed Iris’s hand, “calm yourself.”
King Gerald walked into the room with just a bathrobe on that was hanging open, his manhood swinging about.
“Princess Cerena Valentine and her favrote servant, join me,” King Gerald ordered as he walked to his bed.
Princess Cerena kept holding Iris’s hand and dragged her along towards the king’s bed.
“I am getting an erection just by looking at you,” King Gerald chuckled as he got onto his bed.
Both women stood at the king’s bed.
“Don’t just stand there, drop your clothes,” King Gerald demanded, grabbing Iris’s rear end.
“Please be gentle your majesty,” Iris asked with a soft voice as she dropped the cloth that was wrapped around her like a dress.
“You my dear princess I am keeping for a rainy day but since I have you, I can now deflower your servant over here,” King Gerald roared with laugher and excitement, reaching for Princess Cerena and putting his face between her breasts.
“You know what to do, today you finally get to sit on your throne,” King Gerald swept her up and pulled her onto his body making her gasp.
“You must not understand my dear Princess Cerena. You will sit here in front of your servant. While a take her precious flower I will see only you,” King Gerald said, lustfully running his hands over Iris’s breast.
Iris wanted to object as she didn’t like the idea that her real body was ruined but she kept her mouth shut and got onto the king.
Two bed slaves joined them, one on either side of Princess Cerena. Princess Cerena was shocked when she felt fingers on her womanhood as the bed slaves started to caress her body, getting her wet to receive the king.
“She is ready your majesty,” the bed slave informed the king.
“Such an eager little servant, she must be really excited to finally be the one to ride me,” King Gerald said, massaging Iris’s breast.
Princess Cerena tried to lower herself onto the king’s election, but it was too painful, “I can’t it hurts.”
The two bed slaves took hold of her with their hands on her thighs and forced her down. Princess Cerena put her arms around Iris and hold her tight, crying.
The bed slaves guided the princess to move up and down, “no, no, it hurts too much.”
“Shhh,” one of the bed slaves coached her, reaching for her clitoris, “rub yourself up and down my fingers to bring yourself to climax, it will lessen the pain.”
“Just try and focus on your own climax,” the other bed slave instructed.
‘She should count herself lucky, she is getting it easy,’ Iris thought of her own bad experience.
Iris closed her eyes and rocked her own body in rhythm with the princess, rubbing her own womanhood against the king’s body that was not as muscular as King Evander’s.
Iris started to moan softly, surprised at herself for being able to bring herself pleasure in this way.

“What the hell is going on here?!” King Evander stormed into the room at the same time that King Gerald reached his climax and ejaculated.
“How did you get past my men?” King Gerald exclaimed.
King Evander gave big strides over to the bed and pulled Iris of the king, “you whore!”
“I paid for her, she is mine,” King Gerald protested.
“I am his,” Iris tried to pull away from King Evander.
“She ran away so I will pay you back whatever this whore cost you!” King Evander roared, dragging Iris.
“King Gerald, please save me,” Iris pleaded.
“Let her at least put something on. Stay for dinner, you can leave in the morning. You must be tired from the long journey,” King Gerald said, pushing Princess Cerena off him.
“I am all set,” King Evander said, grabbing the piece of cloth one of King Gerald’s bed slaves ran over with.
“Remington?” Princess Cerena exclaimed, forgetting for a moment that she is in a servant’s body.
“Prince Remington?” Iris exclaimed.
“I promise, I did not know that your Evander is my cousin Evander,” Prince Remington explained.
“Oh, is that how you pronounce it,” both women said at the same time.
“My coin?!” King Gerald demanded giving them the princess’s value, as he knew he is outnumbered.
“And my servant? She has no real value now,” Iris asked, wanting to keep her body close.
“I am not interested in the bed slave,” King Evander said, and threw Iris over his shoulder before marching out.
“She is really good with her mouth and hands,” Iris yelled out.
“That is true,” King Gerald agreed.
“How much?” Prince Remington asked.
“Please King Gerald, don’t sell me,” she pleaded.
“Sorry love, but if I don’t sell you now, I will never get a return on you, you know, now that you are worthless,” King Gerald said before giving the price on her head.
“You just said she is worthless!” Prince Remington objected to the king's asking price.
The princess breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ok, half?” King Gerald cut his amount in half.
“Quarter,” Prince Remington counter-offered.
“Deal,” King Gerald mumbled not too pleased.
Prince Remington gave him the coin and walked off, but the princess did not follow him.
Prince Remington walked back into the room and grabbed her by her wrist, “come on then, we don’t have all day.”
King Gerald grabbed her robes and threw them at her.
“Spence, give me a moment to get dressed, will you,” the princess protested.
“What did you call me?” Prince Remington asked as only Princess Cerena ever called him that.
“Prince Remington, please may I wrap the cloth around me?” the princess rephrases, remembering she was a servant.
Prince Remington frowned and let go of her hand, allowing her to wrap the cloth around her.

They rode back to King Evander’s kingdom, Princess Cerena’s former kingdom until darkness swept over the earth. King Evander’s soldiers put up a large tent for them and the princess and the real princes that were in Iris’s body were tied outside the tent with all the soldiers sleeping all around the tent.
Inside the tent, Iris was chained to King Evander’s cuff again and tried to ignore Prince Remington’s eyes on her all night. Iris was glad when the candle got blown out but only for a minute.
“Stop it!” she whispered when she felt lips against hers.
“He is sleeping,” Prince Remington whispered back.
“I don’t care, stop it!” Iris whispered again.
For the most part of the night, she had to tell Prince Remington off, knowing that King Evander will punish her and not him, or will he?
The next morning Iris was helped onto a horse again before her chain got hooked to the horse that was tied to King Evander’s horse.
The princess was on foot, tied to Prince Remington’s horse.
Iris watched her own body suffer, feeling strange looking at herself not noticing King Evander’s eyes on her.
‘I wish I could hate her but all I want is her. How do I make her want me back?’ King Evander thought.
That evening King Evander demanded two tents to be pitched as he wanted to be alone with the princess, “cousin why don’t you help yourself to the servant, after all, you did pay for her.”
“I want to challenge you for Princess Cerena’s hand in marriage,” Prince Remington requested.
“No will do, she is mine and I need her to win the heart of her people,” King Evander declined.
“Don’t, as I will kill you. She is mine and mine alone,” King Evander stopped him when Prince Remington opened his mouth again.
“Guess the servant will have to do,” Prince Remington said, walking off with her thinking, ‘tonight I will kill him in his sleep.’
‘Ha, he is not even going to fight for me, well, her,’ Princess Cerena thought, speechless.

Alone in the tent, King Evander took off his clothes and was wearing only a made-shift cloth to cover his groin.
“Take off your dress, or whatever you call that,” King Evander demanded.
“No,” Iris protested.
“Woman, stop disobeying me! You did not fight King Gerald. Did you climax? Did he make you feel good? Was his cock better than mine? Did you enjoy fucking him?” King Evander raged.
“Very much,” Iris lied as she never even reached her climax when she rubbed her womanhood against King Gerald because King Evander stormed in.
King Evander got so mad that he swung the chain around her neck and choked her, “you are a whore!”
Iris clawed at the chain, choking, and when she realized, he is not going to let go she started to take the made shift dress off. King Evander tied her to the middle pole that was the main support for the tent and looked for something to whip her with. When he couldn’t find something, he used his bare hand and spanked her.
Iris gasped. King Evander slapped her again but then he got turned on, so he grabbed her rear end, “I just want to love you!”
“You call this love?!” Iris spat in anger.