The beautiful Princess cried herself to sleep the first night in the stable. Lord Denis was so cruel.
Now the tables had been turned. Spies had uncovered her plan of attack, and for a price had sold her secret to Lord Denis. He was a brilliant strategist, and his counter-measures proved effective. Princess Galdina was captured in a bloody battle.
Finally, when it seemed all was lost, Princess Galdina called her servants and guards to protect her. Not surprisingly, none could be found. They were all tired of the Princess's cruelty and arrogance. Only a fool would give up his life for that selfish bitch. So she was captured – and told her fate.
"I'll spare your life, and the life of your family, if you'll become my wife. A lord should have a lady, to bear his children, to carry on his name."
Galdina hoped that after the initial wedding consummation, it would be a marriage in name only. Her family would be spared, and Lord Denis would soon tire of her, or so she hoped. And it was a thousand times better to be a live Lady than a defeated and quite dead Princess.
So Galdina consented to the union. And so began her misfortune. At Lord Denis's instruction, the young woman was stripped naked and dressed in the rags of a peasant girl. To insure her compliance, an ox yoke was fitted on her neck and shoulders, and her wrists shackled to the ends. In this pitiful condition she was taken back to Lord Denis's castle.
The ride to the castle was horrible. Galdina was made to ride in an open farm cart, yoked like a barn yard animal. Lord Denis intentionally directed the line of march through parts of the realm previously controlled by Galdina and her father. She had been a spiteful ruler and at each "liberated" town along the way, peasants came out of their huts to see her, to laugh, to throw insults and rotten vegetables.
"Slut."
"Whore!"
"Show us her tits!"
The top of her dress was ripped opened and the crowd did see her tits, and then later the thick patch dark curly cunt hair at the top of her skinny thighs. It was a relief to arrive at the castle, to be taken to the privacy of the stable, to be stripped naked by her new husband and master.
At one point in the night, a servant brought in food and water and a candle. She would find out later the first trap Lord Denis had set for her – the food was intentionally prepared with too much salty. In a few hours poor Princess Galdina would be very hungry. She would eat her fill and drank from the bucket of cool clean water. Yes, she would begin her own self-destruction.
That was exactly what Lord Denis wanted. He wanted her to drink water, lots and lots of water. Princess Galdina only realized this after the fact. But then it was too late. There was the bucket of cool clean water. And when she complained that she was still thirsty, a second bucket was brought. Only then did Galdina realize she would have to squat over it to pee, or to simply squat on the bare earth to relieve herself, if they took the bucket away.
Lord Denis's plan was very simple. He would humiliate her, or she would humiliate herself, it didn't matter whichever way it happened. Whatever the course of events, however it played out in her mind, Lord Denis was sure the humiliation would arouse her, would bring her to an incredible level of sexual desire.
Later, Princess Galdina remembered the event more clearly. Yes, she awoke some time in the night, hungry and thirsty. So she ate the salted fish and drink the cool clean water. Only then, when she had quenched her thirst, did Princess Galdina realize the trap Lord Denis had set for her.
The thirst was terrible, and so she drank from the bucket. As she said later to those who would listen, the water was so clean and clear and pure. But you can't repeal hydraulics. Fool! Dunderhead! Princess Galdina soon realized that what goes in must soon come out. Soon she would be subjected to the first of a thousand pleasurable humiliations.
Princess Galdina ate and drank and soon the flicker of the candle dimmed. She pulled the rags about her naked body and drifted off to sleep. It was a fitful sleep. A while later she heard the cock crow, pulled the filthy rags about her naked body, and tried to sleep some more.
Who knows when they came into her pen? The candle had gone out, and she had not heard them enter the pen. Yes, pen was the correct term. She was penned in like a barnyard animal. Just thinking about it made her cunt wet.
Princess Galdina recognized her master, her new husband, although the ceremony and the consummation had not yet taken place. But who were the others? Later she would know who they were - the barber, and the master at arms, and the surgeon, and finally the nasty stable lad who was always peaking at her and laughing while he jerking off on his side of the wall. In time she would come to hate the lad, the nasty little gossip, the one who could always be trusted to spread false rumors.
But they did come, Lord Denis and his associates. There were three or four of them, Princess Galdina wasn't sure - the light was very dim.
"She's a fucken' dirty whore," said one of them.
"Then let's clean her up." That was Lord Denis. They dumped a bucket of ice cold water on her, and Galdina thought she would jump out of her skin.
"Ahhh!"
"Shut up, whore," someone shouted, and then there was the second bucket of icy cold water.
Yes, in the morning Princess Galdina would definitely find out who they were. They were the barber who would shave her cunt, and the master of arms who would apply her shackles, and the surgeon who would thrust his dirty fingers into her hot wet cunt. The surgeon would humiliate her even more when he probed her tight rectum and speculate that she might still be an anal virgin.
She remembered his response for a long time. "Good," her new husband replied when he heard the news. "Then there's at least one virginity for me to claim on our wedding night, even without the bloody sheets to prove it."
Finally there was the nasty and slightly insane stable lad who would tell the whole fucken' world what had happened that first morning.
"Put her in irons and then we'll do the rest." That was Lord Denis's order. Galdina tried to get away, to crawl across the hard dirt floor, but she didn't get very far.
The stable lad was the first to reach her. He grabbed an ankle, the better to see her cunt, and the master of arms and the barber each took hold of a wrist.
Quickly the surgeon helped the stable lad. He took a firm grasp of her other leg, and the good Lord her future husband grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, looking into her eyes. His face very close.
"Look at me!" he ordered.
"You still don't understand. You've got no place to go. There's no way out. I could drop you down a well and nobody would ever know, or ever care, what happened to you. You'd simply disappear. You would be gone, forever. No last rites, no final confession, no absolution. You would be doomed to hell for all eternity. I don't think you want that. Or I can keep you around... for as long as you amuse me, for as long as you satisfy my wants... for as long as you give me pleasure."
She had never been spoken to like this before, and Princess Galdina was clearly terrified. Then he kissed her on the mouth, just before they picked her up and carried her to the bale of hay.
The men must have done this before, with some servant girl or perhaps the wife or daughter of some peasant. It was all very quick and very coordinated.
First they made her kneel at the hay bale. Her knees were in the dirt, her body stretched out across the hay. In that uncomfortable position she was forced to grind her tits and belly into the rough hay, and the more she struggled the more it hurt.
The stable boy held her from behind and she felt his stiff prick against the crack of her ass. She was sure he hadn't bathed since last Easter, and he stank. The other servants were reasonably clean, for whatever it was worth.
They began with the shackles on her wrists, cold heavy iron. There was only one link between the cuffs, and her movement would be severely limited. Later, Galdina realized she would be able to piss, and wipe herself dry. But she would have to beg a peasant woman or, G-d forbid, the dirty stable boy to wipe her royal ass every time she needed to perform that particular form of elimination.
The ankles cuffs had several lengths of chain on each side.
