Medieval Mistress
By Montrose
A marquise takes a prince in hand


Prince Armin rolled off of the chamber maid pressed face down on his plush
bed. "Ahhh... Now that's what I call good service. You are a fine wench."
SLAP! He landed a hand on her ass.

She moaned and slowly pushed herself up to her trembling hands and knees. He
had to admire her plump and rosy bottom once more - far rosier after the
humping he had just given it. And so perfectly curved.

"Will there be anything else, Sire?" she asked in a weak voice. She had simply
come in to stir the fire and deliver warm water. He had delayed her by two
hours with his randiness, humping at her from all angles. She didn't have to
wonder now why she had pulled such a prestigious job on her first day at the
castle.

The prince washed his face and then his privates with the water she had
delivered. "What is your name, wench?"

"Matilda, if it please you, Sire."

"Matilda, you most certainly have pleased me." He smacked her plum bottom
again.

"THANK you... Sire. Oh." She panted and slid from his bed to her knees, slowly
lowering her ragged gown to cover herself. "If there will be nothing else?"
She could feel his juices leaking from her cavities.

He stepped up to her, placing his flaccid member on her left shoulder, and
then her right. "I knight thee, Hot Twat Matilda." He shoved it in her face.
"You may kiss the royal appendage, Twat."

Shuddering, she did as told. As her full lips touched his rod, it stiffened
and he shoved it in, allowing it to grow to full erection on her tongue.
Grabbing her skull he humped her face savagely. Matilda took it as best as she
could, afraid to do otherwise. Fortunately, he came quickly, unlike when he
had been riding her from other directions.

"God, that was a lovely kiss," the prince panted once satisfied. "Well done,
Matilda." He used a handful of her mouse brown hair to wipe off his boner.
"Now get out." He threw her toward the door.

Face down in the thresh, Matilda spat out a load of cum - quietly. "Yes Sire,"
she coughed as she struggled to her feet. There was a hitch to her step
because of the pain in her posterior. The royal appendage was massive. Tears
trickled from her eyes, but she wiped them away quickly before turning to back
out of the doorway, bowing low.

* * *

The Queen prided herself on running a well-kept castle. True, it was a
back-water, tiny kingdom; but it was strongly held - mostly by towering
mountains on three sides. The king's army, dukes and barons were enough to
hold the valley that allowed entry to his kingdom's rich and rolling hills.
She had come from the wider world and knew that kings come and go if they
overreached their grasp. She had coached her sire to be happy with what he had
and he had listened.

The trouble was not the king, but her eldest son. He was headstrong and, not
to put too fine a point on it, a libidinous horse's ass. Just that morning the
chief of staff had informed her that they lost another chamber maid after her
visit to serve the prince - and this one had only been on the job a few hours.
She knew what he had done. The poor girl could possibly need help with a baby
soon enough. She had instructed the chief of staff to see to the girl's needs
in a quiet way. Two ways to stop rumors were to keep them quiet and to do
right by those who had proof of their verisimilitude.

The prince was a problem to be solved, sure enough.

"Harold, I believe that the Marquise Tatyana would have a solution," The queen
whispered to her most trusted advisor.

The man at her side bowed. "A wise choice, my Queen."

* * *

The Marquise Tatyana was sparring in her courtyard when the Queen's messenger
rode up two days later. He waited on horseback, watching in admiration as she
circled gracefully, keeping all four of her attackers engaged. Just as she
turned passed one of them, he slashed down with his staff. Tatyana pulled him
forward, using his own momentum to make him ram the end of his staff into the
gut of his brother on the other side of her. Another man attacked, swinging
his staff. Tatyana blocked the blow using the face of her first attacker. A
back kick leveled the man who had not yet moved, then quick and silent as a
silk scarf falling from a table, Tatyana disarmed her final opponent and
pinned him to the wall with his own staff.

The messenger applauded politely. "You improve every time I am blessed to see
you, Marquise."

Tatyana smacked down her final opponent and tossed the staff to one side.
"Just a light workout," she replied. "I always put in a few hours after dawn."
She wiped dew from her brow. "Are you in a hurry or will you break your fast
with me, Harold?"

The messenger, Harold, dismounted. "I would be honored, Marquise."

Tatyana snapped her fingers. Her staff, led by her lovely young handmaiden,
Gwendolyn, brought out a table to the courtyard and helped her sparring
partners to limp from the field. As the sun grew higher (and they were alone
excepting Gwendolyn who served them), Harold explained the nature of the
Queen's request.

"He is a few years younger than you Marquise, being only 19, and a thumb
shorter than you. He has been well trained, of course, being the prince of the
land. But..."

Tatyana dabbed at her full lips. "Let me guess and save you the trouble of
speaking ill of the prince. He lacks my discipline?"

Harold only looked down and held his tongue. It was admission enough.

Marquise Tatyana considered the request. "The prince last met when we were
only children, so he will not recognize me. And you say I will not be
prosecuted for laying hand upon him?"

"The Queen has put it in sealed writing, only to be opened should you be
charged, Marquise. But with stealth, strategy and the proper disguise, it
shall never come to that."

The Marquise Tatyana smile and raised her cup. "To setting the royal house
aright, then."

* * *

Three days later Tatyana admired her figure as displayed in a chamber maid's
attire. Her firm shoulders gleamed above the puffing sleeves. The dress
gathered just off the shoulders and plunged in front and back. Her golden orbs
were pressed high and displayed several inches of cleavage before the dress
gathered around her bosom in a small bow and tucked tightly around her ribs. A
high waist of blue dropped in folds from there and was covered by a short
white apron. The dress was hemmed at mid- calf. She was barefoot. She turned
and admired the play of her muscular back above the low cut.

"It isn't a wonder that he attacks these girls when they wear such a dress,"
purred the Marquise. "The marvel is that it doesn't happen constantly to all
chamber maids everywhere."

"We all don't look as magnificent as you, beggin' yer pardon, me Lady," said
the women helping her with the fitting.

"Well, after today he'll cause no more such trouble." The Marquise pulled the
bonnet over her blonde tresses and allowed the woman to tie it for her.

"Just remember to lower your head, me Lady. Don't look 'im in the eye or he'll
suspect yer noble blood."

Tatyana looked at the floor. "Like this?"

"More slump to your shoulders, if you please."

"This?"

"More, please. And try to not look so... bursting with energy. Imagine your
plain tuckered from working yer 12 hours only to come home and have another 8
hours of work waiting."

"Or as if I've just returned from five days of fighting to find raiders at my
gate?"

"If that's the best you can do." The woman studied the Marquise. "Yes, that's
closer to the mark. Less anger and more resignation. Imagine those scunners
have you tied up and a knife in your back, as it were." Tatyana tried to
imagine such a thing. "Hmmm... may I take liberties without fear of reprisal,
Marquise?"

"If it will help," replied the Marquise.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The woman, arms strong from hard work, slapped the
Marquise in the face left and right. She snorted and slung a goober into the
mighty woman's eye. "Now imagine that for breakfast every day!" Snapped the
woman before she stomped on the Marquise's bare foot.

Anger flared, but then she remembered her mission. She had to take this abuse.
The futility of such a life dawned on her. How wretched a world it would be.

"Bless you! That's the look!" The woman was hopping with glee.

The Marquise saw her face in the mirror, so sad and red from the slaps. A
trickle of snot ran down her cheek. She wiped it away and folded it into her
pocket as a reminder - freezing that look on her face. "I suggest you leave
now, Miss," said the Marquise quietly.

Pale with the realization of what she had done, the woman was gone before her
shadow knew she had moved.

* * *

An hour passed sunrise, she slid into the princes' room and settled the water
basin on the stand, then she poked the fire back to life, throwing on a log. A
quick look at the bed showed that the prince was still asleep, face down above
his covers wearing nothing but a short nightshirt. His breathing was shallow
and steady.

What a bother it would be if he did not wake up. Tatyana walked slowly to the
door.

"Matilda? Wench, is that you? Have you come back for more?"

Tatyana sighed with relief. She really didn't want to dress up like this
several days in a row. She turned and curtsied low. "No, Sire. Matilda is not
with us."

The prince sat up and looked her over. "Quit already? That's too bad. She was
a fine bit of twat. Hmmmm... but you look to be a satisfactory replacement.
Come to me."

Tatyana remembered to take mincing steps and keep her head down.

"Come on, Wench. Closer." Tatyana stood before him. Looking down she couldn't
help but see his royal member. His nightshirt had slid up to his waist when he
rolled over. As his hands ran up her sides his rod grew mighty. "You are a
sturdy lass. Very nice." He hefted her jugs. "And pleasingly built into the
bargain."

"Please Sire," she whispered, giving him one last chance. "Please stop."

"Shut up, you simpleton." Prince Armin buried his face in her cleavage.

The game was on.

Tatyana folded her arms around his head and toppled over onto the prince,
smothering him in her tits.

His first attempts to move her were solid blows to her ribs. Tatyana took
these knowing they would soon weaken. He worked his legs for leverage, hoping
to flip them both over, so she entwined his legs in grapevine holds and held
him fixed.

Now he panicked. He flailed and pulled at her dress, pounding on her broad
shoulders until his hands grew weak.

She sat up on his chest, pinning his arms under her knees and slapped his face
until he came to. "Was that fun for you, Sire?" she asked.

"I'll have you killed!" he growled once he came to.

"Not if I kill you first," she replied, then she slid her wet muff forward and
covered his face with it. His screams for guards were instantly muffled. After
he passed out she moved back and slapped him some more.

"Is this the big strong prince I heard tell of?" she asked as she crushed his
cheek between her thumb and finger.

"OUCH!" Tears sprang to his eyes as he struggled under her. "You are as good
as dead!" he snarled.

"Do you really think so, Sire? What are you going to tell the guards? That I
pinned you down and beat you up, like this?" She punched him hard in the eye.

"Ouch!"

"How would that look, a chamber maid besting you so easily?" She fattened his
lip with another blow.

The prince froze - realization dawning as his eye swelled.

Tatyana laughed. "Perhaps you would like to try best two out of three, Sire?"

"You bet I would! No more element of surprise for you, Wench! I'll have you
bent over and pleading for mercy!"

"Oh goody," Tatyana giggled as she stood. "I can't wait."

The moment he was free, the prince threw a punch to Tatyana's jaw. She pulled
back just enough to watch it fly passed, then grabbed his arm and twisted it
up behind his back, slamming him face down onto his bed with her knee on his
back. As she twisted so that tendons twanged and he cried out she whispered in
his ear. "Three out of Five then, Sire?"

"Yes! Get off me!"

"As you wish, Sire." Tatyana let him go and stood back.

Trembling with rage, the prince stood, eyeing Tatyana. "I will thrash the skin
from you, Tart!"

"I doubt it... Sire." She slapped his face so quickly he didn't see it coming.
"You're not man enough for the job... Sire." She slapped him again.

He charged like a bull, throwing blows and head-butting into her. She blocked
a few and ducked others. It was light work for her, watching him wear himself
out. Once he was gasping for air and slowed to half speed, she picked him up,
flipped him over and dropped him on his back to the cold, unforgiving
flagstones.

Tatyana lifted him to his feet until he could stand, then backhanded him in
the face so hard he flew back onto his bed. She flipped him onto his belly and
stuffed her middle finger up his ass. It was slow work, but it would fit with
effort.

He arched against the pain and would have screamed, but she clamped his mouth
shut as she settled down on his back. "You like that, Sire? How about two?"
another finger slid home and she humped them in and out. She admired how the
veins in his neck grew as he screamed into her hand. She finger-banged his ass
faster and harder until he cried freely.

The Marquise Tatyana kept it up for a few hours adding fingers as she saw fit.
Along the way she kept asking. "Do you want me to stop?"

He would nod and she would chuckle.

"What would you give me?" But she never pulled her hand away to find out what
he would offer.

Finally, she did pull her hand from his mouth. His first words were, "Mercy!
I'll give you anything you name!"

"Anything Sire, or should I say, my worthless bitch?"

"Yes!"

She crawled up onto his bed and spread her legs, lifting the dress. "Crawl up
here and lick my ass while I think it over, Bitch-Sire." Of course, she didn't
need to think. The terms of surrender were already outlined by the Queen and
Harold. But she did feel like having her ass licked by the future ruler of the
kingdom. It is a rare opportunity.

He was quite attentive and she soon allowed him to move up to her pie.

Finally, after a luxurious orgasm, she told him. "You will have a thousand
gold pieces placed in a cart for me to take as I leave today."

He nodded and kept licking. The money would come from his private treasury.

"You will treat all servants with respect and not touch a one unless she is
willing."

He nodded compliance and sucked on her clit.

"Ohhhhh that's nice... and lastly. Ohhhhh,,, fuck. Where was I? Oh yes. You
will privately apologize on bended knee to every single girl you have wronged
over the years - one at a time."

He looked up. "How will I find them all?"

Tatyana petted his cheek then pushed his face back into her groin. "Harold
will contact them. Keep licking, Bitch."

Once she was satisfied, the Marquise, dressed as a chamber maid, sat up on the
princes' chest. She stroked his balls gently, driving him to the brink of
orgasm before crushing them in her iron grip. "Remember our agreement," she
snarled.

"I swear!" squeaked the prince.

She stood. "If there will be nothing else, Sire?"

He shook his head emphatically, but could not speak further.

"Very well. I trust you will have my gold waiting in less than an hour? I
would not want to come searching for you."

His eyes grew big and he struggled to sit up. "You will have it," he gasped.

Tatyana nodded. She left, assured that she had done her part to improve the
kingdom.

* * *

Three years later, the prince was to be married and everyone was invited to
the festivities. Tatyana rode in from her lands, which had seen some growth,
and joined in the celebration. In due time, she was presented to the prince
and his wife, the new princess.

He seemed lighter and more open. A changed man. His wife was charming and
sweet.

She stood to the side and drank a toast with Harold as the prince and princess
danced. "Do you think he recognized you?" he asked.

Tatyana smiled. "He asked if we had met before. I told him it was at a hunting
lodge but for a moment. It seemed to satisfy him."

"You have done a great service, Duchess. And may I congratulate you once more
on your new rank." Harold bowed.

"I quite enjoyed helping in my way. By the by, how did he meet this charming
girl, this Matilda?"

Harold smiled. "A saintly and forgiving soul is she. It was her departure that
precipitated the need to for your services."

"Is that true?" Tatyana waited for the dance to end and, bowing, ask for a
moment with the princess. The prince granted it. "I trust that all will go
well, your highness," said the Duchess once they were alone. "But please be
assured that if you ever see a dark moment in your life that you may count on
me, no matter who the adversary might be. I swear to you the might of my arm."

Matilda petted Tatyana's strong hand in her lap. "The Queen has informed me
that you would make such an offer and why, and that I was to thank you
graciously for it. And I do." She bowed and kissed the hard knuckles of the
Duchess.