The Chronicles of Enthasia
By Stewy


*Knock* *Knock* *Knock* a soft knock on a wooden door in the middle of the
night.

The door to Elie's room opened and her huge lithe form stood in the doorway.

"Ready?" asked the Prince in a very light whisper.

"Yeah." replied Elie in the same quiet whisper.

"Follow me." whispered the Prince, leading the way down the hallway towards
the bathing well in a dark brown shirt and black pants. The Prince held a lamp
up ahead of him, lighting the way as he carried a leather bag at his side.
Elie followed him down the dark quiet hallway in her revealing slave's
uniform.

They entered the bathing room and the Prince walked them into a dark shadowy
corner with a table that held bottles of oil on it. The Prince motioned for
Elie to help him move the table and the two lifted it as quietly as possible,
some of the bottles lightly clanged together as they lifted it a few feet away
from the wall. After they set it down, the Prince got down on his knees and
shifted a heavy stone Tile on the ground, miraculously it slide along the
ground and into the wall, exposing a very thin dark tunnel underneath.

"After you." whispered the Prince, handing Elie the lamp.

Elie took the lamp and slowly crawled clumsily into the floor, her skin
scraping the stone. The Prince scanned the room for anyone that might be
lingering.

"Wesley," Elie's sweet voice whispered, "It's not wide enough, I'm stuck."

The Prince turned to see Elie's creamy thighs and legs strewn out flat against
the floor, her skirt had fallen up and exposed the large round swells of her
butt encased in the white spandex bikini as she wriggled and struggled to
squeeze into the tunnel. The Prince grinned and climbed under the table, next
to Elie's butt and palmed her huge butt with his hands, squeezing it and
pushing on it. It soon gave way and slid into the tunnel, her thighs began
sliding into the tunnel and then her calves and feet. Wesley scanned the room
once again and slid into the tunnel. From an outside perspective, the tile
seemed to move on its own, sliding back into place with a soft clunking sound.

The tunnel was old and dusty, the loud armored footsteps of patroling guards
could be heard in the distance. The light of the lamp flickered against the
stone wall, but Elie's body did a good job of blocking most the light,
completely filling the tunnel that wasn't designed for women. Elie's legs
began sliding down and up as she crawled down the tunnel, her butt constantly
scraping the ceiling and pressing into it. Looking forward, Wesley was forced
to look at the underside of Elie's bikini clad butt as she wriggled and
squirmed down the tunnel. After quite some time, they approached what seemed
to be a T intersection with another tunnel that ran perpendicular to the one
that had come to an end.

"Which way Wesley?" asked Elie's gentle voice, her English accent accentuating
it's loveliness.

"Left, but be careful, don't lose your grip on the way down, or you'll slide
down the whole thing." the Prince informed her.

"Ok." she acknowledged, twisting her body sideways and crawling leftward. Soon
her wide hips became a problem as they once again got stuck in the thin
entrance into the next tunnel.

"I'm stuck again Wesley." she whispered.

"Ok." replied the Prince, "Just sit still for a moment, slide your legs close
to the wall." He requested.

Elie hugged the wall of the tunnel, her body bent into an "L" as Wesley began
sliding up the tunnel between the stone wall and Elie's legs. Wesley's front
was smeared into Elie's soft calves as he inched slowly upward. His task soon
became a struggle as he passed her knees and had to squeeze past her thick
thighs that filled more of the tunnel. Wesley's face pressed into Elie's bent
over behind as he grunted and squeezed upward, only gaining mere inches. He
grunted again, budging up a few more inches as crotch was smearing against the
flesh just above the back of Elie's knee. To the Prince's disappointment, he
felt himself stiffening.

"Oh $h#@," Wesley thought to himself, "Not now."

"Hurrr!" Wesley grunted, budging further up. The underside of Elie's thighs
felt soft and sumptuous as Wesley finally slid across Elie far enough to turn
and crawl down the right side of the T intersection, twisting his body so that
his butt rubbed against the upper swells of her thighs as he pulled himself
into the new tunnel behind Elie.

"Phew." sighed the Prince, now having plenty of room to move in the small
tunnel built for a man his size. He turned his body around so that his head
was facing Elie's large bulging butt that was crammed in the tunnel entrance
in front of him.

"Ready? Remember, be careful." said the Prince, placing his hands on the
swells of her ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze.

"Ready." said Elie just before the Prince pushed and pushed.

On the third push, Elie squeezed through.

*Slap* *Slap* *Slap* The sound of Elie struggling to maintain her grip by
slapping her palms against the wall.

"Woh, you were right." she said, realizing the Tunnel slanted downwards 45
degrees.

Inching her way down, Elie began squirming down the tunnel. The Prince
followed closely behind, admiring the round bottem that was smushing down the
tunnel in front of him, still scraping the ceiling and pressing into it. Ten
minutes later, Elie managed to reach the bottem of the tunnel where it slanted
upward. The Prince lost his grip on the tunnel and slid down 15 feet, holding
his arms above his head to brace for impact. He slid into Elie's lower body
that was still attempting to force its way into the tunnel where it changed
direction. The Prince's body was halted when his had landed in between the
middle of Elie's soft thighs, her legs wriggling all around his body as she
struggled to fit through another gap.

"Ummmm... Wesley?" she asked with a whisper.

"A little push?" she asked politely.

Wesley grabbed her huge thick creamy thighs and pushed his feet against the
stone floor, but she wouldn't budge.

"Higher up Wesley." said Elie, spreading her thighs wider to give him room to
squeeze higher up between them.

The Prince inched up between her smooth thighs and once again palmed her ass
and gave it a sincere push. Once again she didn't budge.

"Push harder Wesley." encouraged Elie, wriggling her butt in attempt to get it
through.

Wesley summoned all his strength, squeezed the huge round cheeks of Elie's ass
and gave it the strongest push he had, grunting loudly. Elie's large form
budged through and she quickly continued to crawl forward down the tunnel.

"We're almost there." whispered Wesley, still looking forward to see Elie's
legs clammering down the tunnel.

Although it seemed like a dead end to Elie, she knew that there must be some
way to get through.

"Just slide the stone towards the left." offered the Prince as Elie reached
the end, but the Prince couldn't really see what she was up to since her
bubble butt filled the most the entire tunnel.

Wesley heard the stone slide to the side and Elly began to crawl out of the
tunnel, once again going into silent mode. After she was out, Elie's hands
entered the tunnel and Wesley grabbed them, allowing her towering girlfriend
to tug him out of the tunnel into the room above. Elie held her lamp out to
reveal racks and racks of magnificent swords.

"The armory." whispered Elie.

"Shhhh." quieted Wesley.

All of a sudden, 8 lamps lit up, 4 on each side of them, illuminating the
armory with a strong glow. 20 feet to their left stood the Queen with Kira at
her side along with 2 guards, on the right stood 4 strong looking guards that
held up their lamps. They were caught.

"See? I told you." said Kira.

"Tsk tsk tsk," began the Queen, stepping toward them. "Aren't we the
disobediant little whelp?"

Elie and Wesley clutched each other, as if bracing for impact.

*Smack* the impact of the Queen's palm on Wesley's face twisted his head and
sent him to the ground. A red mark where he had been hit simmered with a
stinging pain.

Elie instantly made a move to attack the Queen, her eyes glazed over with
anger. Before she could move so much as an inch, the guard women behind her
grabbed her arms and held her back.

"My SON..." she began, her voice cold and intolerant, "Will marry women of
NOBLE blood. Not some filthy little slave TRAMP!" she barked, slapping Elie
with the same force that had knocked Wesley to the ground. Elie struggled in
the grasp of the soldiers, raging with fury.

"Take her to the Dungeon." commanded the Queen.

The guards instantly obeyed and carried her to the door of the armory, opened
it and passed through the archway.

"NOOoooOO!" screamed Wesley, regaining his strength and standing up.

Guards took hold of him and held him still as Kira looked over at him and
laughed.

"You! You nasty bitch! If you had a soul it would rott in HELL!" he raged.

Kira stepped forward and gave him another head turning slap, marking the other
side of his cheek.

"Is that any way to talk to your future wife my Prince?" she mocked, laughing
loudly.

"What? Never!" the Prince screamed, fighting the grasp of the Guards that were
far too strong with their combined strength to allow Wesley to budge so much
as an inch.

"Oh I think so..." Kira began, "I made a deal with your mother." she laughed
with a sadistic smile.

"I told her I'd prove that you were trying to escape with that slave if she
promised I could be one of the 3 women that got to marry you on your 18th
birthday. Which happens, in oh... look at that... two weeks." she said,
laughing again loudly.

"You cold hearted cu..." he began another vicious insult but was slapped once
again before he could finish.

"Awwww... Poor baby." she cooed, lifting his chin to look up into her evil
grin.

"Don't worry Sweetie, soon you'll forget ALL about this. And I'll make you
feel like a REAL Prince." she breathed sexily, her eyes bearing down on his as
she extended her tongue from between her lips and it flung side to side
between her lips with inhuman speed.

*Plip* *Plip* *PliP* *PliP* *PliP* her tongue made soft wet noises as it
colided on the sides of her mouth 8 times a second.

The Prince's brow narrowed as his lip curled into a snear. He kicked his legs
off the ground and used the guards holding him behind to support his weight as
he lifted his legs up and gave Kira a brutal kick to the gut, sending her
bowling over. Kira fell to the ground, clutching her stomach and gasping for
air, the wind knocked out of her. The Prince's lips curled into a satisfied
smile. Kira began to stand up as if to beat the Prince up some more, but Queen
Listanya's hand came and held her back.

"That's enough! Lock him in his room! Triple, no... 6 times the guards outside
his door!" barked the Queen's orders.

The Prince was lifted against his will and carried up to his room, where the
door slammed and locked behind him. He listened to the clammering of guards
filing up the steps.

"My god, there must be 14 of them out there." thought the Prince.

"Elie! Oh Elie! What have I done?" the Prince cried, sobbing with tears
rolling down his eyes.

"How tragic." whispered a voice from a shadow in the far corner of the room.

"What? Who's there?" yelled the Prince, but no words came out.

Princess Chamista emerged from the shadows with her finger pointed at Wesley's
lips. Her hand dropped to her side as she sauntered towards him in a tight
long black dress that fully exposed her pale white cleavage. Her curves oozed
and bounced as she sauntered intimidatingly toward the prince. The Prince once
again tried to scream.

"GUARDS! GUARDS!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. Though his lips mouthed
the words, no sound left his throat.

"Oh, they won't hear you I'm sure." whispered Chamista's dark cold voice, her
eyes flashing red as she approached the Prince on his bed.

Exploding off the bed, he lept at the door to bang on it, but Chamista was too
quick, she wrapped her arms around his sides and lifted him in a threatening
bear hug. She lifted his head high above her with a playful evil smile, like a
cat toying with a mouse as she squeezed her huge breasts against his belly,
his arms pinned at his sides. The Prince grunted and squirmed in her grasp,
the only sound that uttered was that of his clothes rubbing up agaist her
dress. Chamista had effectively silenced him somehow. Wesley's mind filled
with Panic as this woman just hugged him to her, her facial expression highly
amused.

Wesley felt his body slide upward as Chamista's arms hoisted him higher. The
soft swells of pale flesh slid down Wesley's small body and settled in his
crotch, smearing their massive weight into his clothed manhood. Wesley was
lifted upward and felt Chamista's breasts slide onto his thighs before she
relaxed her grip and allowed Wesley to slowly slide down her body. He squirmed
and flailed to no avail as he felt her breasts rise up past his thighs and
across his crotch and back onto his belly. He felt his arousal stirring
against his will as she hoisted him up and repeated this process again and
again, allowing Wesley to slide down her body time and time again as she
squeezed him in a more than firm bear hug. Chamista smiled up at him the
entire time with a look of complete control.

Princess Chamista was careful not to laugh or make any noise as she felt the
Prince's penis stiffening against her, she was too smart for that. She smiled
at him with interest as she allowed Wesley's crotch to linger against her
breasts this time, letting him slide down them extra slowly, squeezing him
against her with extra emphasis. Chamista's bulging bosom squashed into him
and Wesley looked downward with a facial expression of hopelessness as he saw
his erection rising up in his pants, fighting its way between Chamista's
breasts. She wriggled him against her and allowed his stiff penis to settle
between her massive pale tits. She looked down at it for a long moment and
then looked back up to Wesley and gave him a satisfied smile of approval.

Wesley's vision of the room blurred as Chamista pushed him down onto the bed
with a vicious speed. The Queen lay down next to him and tugged his arms
behind his back, somehow twisting his arms in an awkward position so that she
could hold both of them down with one hand, controlling his body with ease.
The Prince continued to try and fight his way out of her grasp, flailing and
screaming at the top of his lungs.

Watching with horrer, Wesley fought Chamista's grasp as she slipped the black
dress off her smooth pale white shoulders. He tossed and turned as she pulled
her dress down. Her breasts spilled out and her nipples were as black as
night. Wesley's face writed from side to side as her bosom approached him,
drawing closer and closer and closer. Soon her breasts engulfed Wesley's face
who was still turning his head side to side in attempt to resist. He only
succeeded in rubbing his own face across her smooth flesh again and again
before he gave up. Chamista's breasts squashed against his nose, cheeks,
mouth, and chin. They lowered more and more until his entire face was being
smotherd. The Prince gasped and sputtered for air as she toyed with him. When
he would turn his head to the side and finally get a healthy breath of clean
air, Chamista would chase him with her tits, sliding to the left and
smothering him from the side, as if playing some kind of sadistic game.

Wesley gulped down a huge breath of oxygen the second Chamista's chest lifted
off of him. He breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. While his
mouth opened into gasping breaths, he felt a stream of cold liquid fly into
his mouth as Princess Chamista squeezed one of her breasts with her hand.
Wesley instantly spat out, but he was too out of breath to keep his mouth
closed as another squirt shot into his mouth and another splattered on his
lips.

"NoooO!" Wesley cried, still no sound came out.

An odd tingling feeling began to course throughout his body as more and more
of Chamista's cold milk entered his mouth, soon Wesley's muscles grew weak. In
half a minute, Wesley's body became even more docile and helpless against this
women as she stuffed a nipple into his mouth and pumped milk out of it with
her hand. Wesley was forced to drink or suffocate and soon his head rolled
over to his side, spilling milk out of it as he was completely paralyzed.
Chamista's smooth chest slid down Wesley's neck, chest, belly, crotch, thighs,
and calves as she slid her body down him, stopping with her lips on his
throbbing erection.

When her lips wrapped around his penis, they felt strangely cold, stopping
halfway down his length. The woman between the legs of his paralyzed body
began to suck on his penis like it was a giant nipple, attempting to coax out
its milk with her mouth. It was only a few minute before Wesley's orgasm had
built up to the edge, awaiting the climax that never came. Just as he thought
he would unload into Chamista's mouth, a strong white glow eminated from her
lips. It seemed as though Chamista was smuggling the world's brightest
flashlight in her mouth as the light poured out from the spaces between her
lips and Wesley's cock.

The next sensation was even stranger. Wesley felt not that he was growing
weaker, but that the world around him was growing. The minutes that passed by
seemed like hours as Chamista kept sucking hungrily at Wesley's erection. She
was slowly sucking out Wesley's essence. The world grew and grew ever so
slowly as the minutes went by and by. The Prince's vains thickened as they
pulsed violently.

*A loud high pitched scream*

One of Wesley's chambermaids had entered his quarters through the back door
and was witnessing the horrifying sight layed out before him.

*Bang* the front doors of the Princely quarters slammed open and guards came
storming in.

*Ka-shing* the sound of swords being drawn.

Princess Chamista sat up from the paralyzed body of the Prince and grinned at
the guards, her mouth still glowing with white light.

The guards waisted no time and one of them swiped at Princess Chamista with a
fierce swing of her sword. Hitting the bed post behind the Princess, everyone
was shocked when a loud *BANG* filled the air. Princess Chamista had turned
into a flock of bats that screached and flew out the back door that the
chambermaid had opened, down the hall, and out of one of the large windows in
the bathing room. All of the guards stared with their eyes agape at the bloody
bat that was plastered against the bed post with the sword that had cleaved
into it.

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The Prince woke up in the hospital wing, thinking that last night's events had
all been a bad dream. He opened his eyes to see a large beautiful blonde nurse
looming over his naked body that lay on one of many soft white cotten beds
that were lined up along the wall. There was a curtain pulled around them so
nobody could see them and the Nurse was leaning over the Prince, gently
dabbing a warm oiley washcloth on his privates. Her nurses uniform did nothing
to cover up the swells of her chest, which were the first thing the Prince
noticed when he awoke from his slumber. His crotch felt warm and was coated
with a soothing oil.

"Ahhh!" The Prince yelped, looking down to see his penis was a light shade of
purple.

"Shhhhh." quieted the nurse, sliding her palm over his forehead and petting
back his hair.

Comforted by the kind beautiful nurse, Wesley's panic was soothed slightly,
keeping him from yelling again and loosing his calm. The nurse kept dabbing
the washcloth across his penis and balls as she pet his hair. It took him
quite a long time to stop staring at the purple penis that hung between his
legs. It was scary and gross. Wesley knew it was Princess Chamista that had
done this.

Then Wesley remembered everything. He realized why the nurse looming above him
seemed particularly huge. He scanned the room to make sure. Everything was
bigger. The bed was bigger, the curtain... everything. The Prince confirmed
the fact that he had shrunk as he began to grow used to the warm washcloth
wiping his manhood continuously.

*rumble* the Prince's stomach growled.

"Queen Listanya told me you'd be hungry and ordered me to feed you." she
informed the Prince, unbuttoning the large buttons on her uniform. This woman
was not shy.

Realizing she was only following orders, recognizing the hunger in his
stomach, and understanding his weakened and battered state, he did nothing to
resist. The nurse lowered herself down into his face as she continued to wipe
at his genitals with her washcloth, apparently applying some kind of medicine.
The Prince sucked hungrily at her nipples, filling himself with the Nurses
milk.

"Oh look at that! It's already working." said the nurse cheerfully, lifting
the washcloth off his penis to let him see that the purple color was almost
all gone. Wesley cracked a smile and kept sucking at the nurse's lactating
tits.

"Oh my. It looks like something else is working too!" she laughed as Wesley's
manhood began to stiffen under her touch, the washcloth sliding up and down
his length.

Wesley felt the nurse's hand wrap the washcloth around his shaft before
beginning to pump him up and down. The Prince let the nurse's nipple slip from
his mouth, having filled his stomach. His face looked curiously down at the
blonde woman that was now masturbating him.

"Oh, the Queen told me to make sure the royal penis was in order as well." she
said, matter of factly.

Wesley was beginning to doubt this woman's truthfulness, but still did
nothing. The woman's hand began to squeeze him more insistantly, her rhythem
speeding up to a healthy repetition. Wesley's left cheek lifted as he looked
at the woman skeptically, her pace increasing to be quite fast indeed,
obviously eager to make him orgasm. Despite the fact that he believed she was
lying, he was curious to know if his equipment was still working as well,
folding his hands behind the back of his head to relax and enjoy.

*Fip* *Fip* *Fip* *Fip* *Fip* *Fip* the oiley washcloth sped faster and
faster, the nurse's face was one of joyous anticipation.

*Splip* *Splup* the sound of semen squirting into the air as the Prince
ejaculated.

"OH!" cried the nurse, seemingly upset that she hadn't been prepared.

The nurse's face dove onto the Prince's cock ravenously, like a wolf diving
it's head into a fresh carcass. Her mouth made a serious attempt to swallow as
much of the Prince's seed as possible, licking and lapping violently at
everything she could. The Prince waited patiently for her to pass out.

"OHhh Nyuuhhh!" she cried, her voice sounded like it was melting as her eyes
rolled back into her head and she lost the strength in her knees. She
descended rather quickly to the ground, sprawling across the stone floor.

The Prince opened the curtain and peaked outside, seeing his clothes and his
leather bag on a stand just outside. He couldn't believe his luck. He put his
clothes on and peared down the hospital room to see many upon many guards
patrolling the doorway. Thinking it might come in handy, the Prince grabbed
the bottle of medicine the nurse had used on him. Now he had to find Elie.

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Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Scorn...

"What? That's ALL you got?!?!" barked Queen Iskosia in her powerful dark
voice.

"Foolish child! We need at least half his essence to prevail against Sundos!"
she rasped.

"I know mother, I..." Chamista began to defend herself but received a strong
slap that silenced her.

"There are no excuses! You will go back to Sundos and finish what you started.
And don't even think about coming home without the rest of it!" scowled Queen
Iskosia.

"It shall be done." said Chamista in her cold dark voice, bowing to her knee
and crossing a fist over her chest before standing up and storming off.