Dedicated to JudithJesus, a tale of the fall of a princess
Judith was the lovely daughter of the king and queen of Cruxtonia. She lived an idyllic life, pampered as a daughter of royalty should be. Judith had grown to be a most desirable young woman who (besides being the daughter of the land’s rulers) attracted the attention of very desirable suitors.
There wasn’t even a question about a dowery. What fine young man wouldn’t want to wed the king’s daughter and the benefits that marrying royalty brought.
Judith was not interested in the gentlemen from the finer stock, however. She enjoyed what the common man did- a damn good fuck!
Judith could not stand having sex with the men her mother wanted her to marry. Those who dared to bed Judith treated her as delicate flower. What Judith wanted was a man who would fuck her hard enough to make her legs too weak to stand on when he finished screwing her.
She wanted a man to ride her hard enough that she was sure they wanted her.
One evening she snuck down to local saloon where the working men hung out. In didn’t take many drinks before the guys were lined up to fill any hole of hers not already take.
Unfortunately, Judith fell asleep at the saloon and in the early morning hours the constable busted the left-over drunks and Judith. She claimed she was the royals’ daughter but the sheriff locked her in a yoke and marched her to the royal palace to verify her royal heritage. Not believing her claims, he made Judith march naked all the way back to the palace.
When they got to the castle they were met by Judith’s mother. This was not a good thing for Judith. Her mother had her taken out by the stables and had the sheriff lock her in a pillory where the servants would be disciplined. Bent over naked and standing in animal droppings, Judith (somewhat still hungover) taunted her mother.
“So I was with real men last night! How long are you going to leave me here? Why don’t you invite the town up to have a look at me?”
Her mother huffed “You would enjoy showing off your body to the commoners!”
“So what are you going to do? Cut my royal head off? But I’d be naked for that, wouldn’t I” Judith yells.
“Well, what are you going to do” Judith shouts. “Think of something! After all, I am your daughter!”
Her mother remembers all too well carrying Judith those nine months.
Her mother sighs “You cannot be my daughter. My daughter would never act like you!”
Judith’s mom marches off leaving Judith bent over in the pillory. Judith tries to swat fries away but her hands can’t reach them. She thinks they will let her out soon…
Judith was the lovely daughter of the king and queen of Cruxtonia. She lived an idyllic life, pampered as a daughter of royalty should be. Judith had grown to be a most desirable young woman who (besides being the daughter of the land’s rulers) attracted the attention of very desirable suitors.
There wasn’t even a question about a dowery. What fine young man wouldn’t want to wed the king’s daughter and the benefits that marrying royalty brought.
Judith was not interested in the gentlemen from the finer stock, however. She enjoyed what the common man did- a damn good fuck!
Judith could not stand having sex with the men her mother wanted her to marry. Those who dared to bed Judith treated her as delicate flower. What Judith wanted was a man who would fuck her hard enough to make her legs too weak to stand on when he finished screwing her.
She wanted a man to ride her hard enough that she was sure they wanted her.
One evening she snuck down to local saloon where the working men hung out. In didn’t take many drinks before the guys were lined up to fill any hole of hers not already take.
Unfortunately, Judith fell asleep at the saloon and in the early morning hours the constable busted the left-over drunks and Judith. She claimed she was the royals’ daughter but the sheriff locked her in a yoke and marched her to the royal palace to verify her royal heritage. Not believing her claims, he made Judith march naked all the way back to the palace.
When they got to the castle they were met by Judith’s mother. This was not a good thing for Judith. Her mother had her taken out by the stables and had the sheriff lock her in a pillory where the servants would be disciplined. Bent over naked and standing in animal droppings, Judith (somewhat still hungover) taunted her mother.
“So I was with real men last night! How long are you going to leave me here? Why don’t you invite the town up to have a look at me?”
Her mother huffed “You would enjoy showing off your body to the commoners!”
“So what are you going to do? Cut my royal head off? But I’d be naked for that, wouldn’t I” Judith yells.
“Well, what are you going to do” Judith shouts. “Think of something! After all, I am your daughter!”
Her mother remembers all too well carrying Judith those nine months.
Her mother sighs “You cannot be my daughter. My daughter would never act like you!”
Judith’s mom marches off leaving Judith bent over in the pillory. Judith tries to swat fries away but her hands can’t reach them. She thinks they will let her out soon…
