The Defeat of Prince Altan

by Jayne Dell

 

CHAPTER THREE

When Altan woke in the morning, he found himself in a strange bedroom, and tried to remember what girl he had slept with. He was confused for a moment at the feeling of the silk night-dress over his soft breasts, but then the horror of the previous day came flooding back to him. He jolted upright in the bed, and looked around wildly for the Warlord, but he was nowhere to be seen.

He leapt out of bed and walked quickly over to the mirror, hoping desperately that it had all been a terrible dream, but the feeling of the slinky smooth silk murmuring over his curved form and the sight of the sensual female body destroyed his last hope.

Before he could do anything else, the door opened and the ladies-in-waiting entered. They moved quickly around the room, preparing his bath and clothes. He felt so helpless and defeated that he did not even argue, he simply allowed them to bathe him, and dress him. They dressed him in a soft pink camisole and lacy panties, with suspenders and stockings. They then clad him in a beautiful full length blue silk dress, with white lace, a full skirt and a tight bodice. It had tiny satin bows on the sleeves, and above the breast. The dress ran delicately off the shoulders, and emphasised his full breasts. He could feel his breasts sitting sensually in their cup of lace and silk. He was forced to endure the indignity of standing unresisting, as the ladies tightly laced up the back of his corset and dress. It was a strangely erotic feeling of feminine helplessness, knowing that he would be unable to undress without assistance.

He then sat in the silken folds of his dress, whilst they carefully arranged his long hair. Instead of tying his hair up, they arranged it deliberately over his elegant feminine shoulders. Once his hair was ready, they applied his make-up. The feeling of the velvety brush on his lips made him remember the kisses of the Warlord. He watched in the mirror as the soft pink lipstick was brushed onto his lips giving them a full soft appearance, and the blusher was stroked onto his high cheeks, bestowing him with a slight blush. He could feel the tight bodice against his skin, and the soft silk of his skirt lay enfolded around his legs. He was also adorned with beautiful rings, bracelets, earrings and a necklace.

When they were finished, he examined himself in the mirror. The young girl in the mirror was truly lovely, with a perfect body and an exquisite face. The beautiful clothes that she was clad in, added to her elegance. Watching his lithe, supple body in the mirror made him feel very sexy and feminine. He quickly tore his gaze away, knowing that he had to resist these terrible feminine desires.

As he walked with them to another room, he could feel the dress whispering and sighing around his legs, and his body felt very slinky in the tight bodice. He could not deny that it felt wonderful, and he could feel the temptation of wearing women's clothes for the rest of his life.

When they arrived, they continued their instructions on how to walk and behave as a lady. He was forced to practice his curtsy and his walk. He had to be shown how to walk in, lest he trip on the long skirts and petticoats. He had to force himself to take small delicate steps, rather than the strides his was used to. He was taught how to manage his flowing skirts, and how to gather them correctly so that he could walk up steps.

When they were satisfied, they took him to his room, and showed him how to dress himself in feminine clothes, and to apply make-up. He was forced to try on lots of different female clothes, from lingerie, to ball gowns. The women enjoyed the thought of a man being forced to wear women's clothes, and made sure that he experienced the full range of feminine attire.

They started with the lingerie, and made him try on various frilly and lacy basques. They enjoyed humiliating Altan, by forcing him to tell them whether he liked particular items. They made him wear soft silky camisoles and french knickers, always with lacy suspenders and sensual silken stockings. Altan had never known anything more humiliating than being at the mercy of these ladies, forced to obey their degrading orders to dress himself in female lingerie.

After the lingerie, they dressed him in various full skirted, tight satin bodice dresses, and also tight slinky figure hugging, low cut dresses, with short skirts that forced him to walk with a sexy feminine sway.

He soon discovered, as he wore more and more feminine clothes, that his whole posture was changing. As a male, he had stood with his hands free, ready to seize a sword, now as a maiden, he found himself using his hands to keep the satins from slipping from his shoulders, or to lift his silken skirts and petticoats as he walked. He realised that the longer he wore a female body, the more he would become like a female, until eventually he knew nothing else.

He was made to dress in luxurious silken lingerie, and was taught how to make himself attractive to men, using make-up, jewellery and subtle and seductive dancing. It was humiliating to be forced to learn female skills of dressing, dancing and satisfying men's carnal desires. It made him realise the full horror of his plight. He knew that the Warlord would be enjoying the thought of him being taught how to behave as a concubine, and how to give the warrior the greatest amount of pleasure.

At the end of the session, the ladies left him to dress and prepare himself to meet the warrior. He was told to choose underwear and lingerie, and to clothe himself in a dress of his choice.

Altan knew that this was a test by the warrior. If he picked something that did not please the Warlord, then his people would suffer. He was therefore forced to voluntarily dress himself in seductive feminine clothing.

His face blushing with shame, he examined the clothes that filled the room, trying to decide what to wear. He decided to pick his underwear first, and tried on a number items of lingerie, trying to decide what would please the Warlord most. After he had tried on a number of basques, camisoles and cami-knickers, he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying dressing in the female lingerie. The soft silky lace felt glorious over his body, and he loved the feel of pure silk stockings encasing his legs. The lace and silken material brought terrible feelings and desires to his mind, destroying his will. For a moment he struggled within himself, trying to gather the strength to rip the lingerie from his body, and to resist the Warlord. But gradually the struggle subsided, and he slowly continued to dress in the feminine clothes. He knew that it was wrong, but he loved wearing female clothes, and made sure he tried on lots on bras, basques and suspenders.

He finally picked a black soft silky basque, and luxurious silk stockings. Slowly he drew the silken basque up his shapely body, feeling it slip smoothly over his hip. The lacy material slid over his breasts, and the thin lace straps hung delicately over his shoulders. He could feel the slinky material whispering over his skin. Taking the silky gossamer stockings, he slowly drew them up his long slender legs, shivering at the wonderfully feminine feelings they inspired. Slowly he linked their lacy tops to his suspenders, relishing the feeling of the lacy straps against his legs.

Dressed in the lingerie, he slowly began to try on various dresses. He loved the feeling of the tight restrictive dresses, but also adored the silky full flowing dresses that forced him to move gracefully. After trying on a number of beautiful dresses, he eventually settled on a pink, full-skirted dress with a tight bodice and a restrictive underskirt. It was very feminine, with lace trimmings and a flouncy skirt that had a large bustle. The forbidden thoughts of dressing himself in pink made him breathless. He loved the feel of the flowing skirt as it moved over his silk stockinged legs, and the way he was forced to gather his skirts up in a decidedly feminine manner as he moved to avoid tripping. When he had finished dressing, he sat and adorned himself in make-up and pretty jewellery.

He had hardly finished dressing, when he heard the door open, and turned to find the Warlord standing there. He quickly got to his feet, and curtseyed demurely as he had been taught. He lifted his silk skirts in a feminine way, whilst sinking deep into the billowing pleats of his dress. He waited eyes downcast, as the warrior crossed the room. Altan was forced to wait, docile and submissive, until the warrior was ready.

He blushed, when he thought of what he was doing; He was dressed in a princess's pink silken dress, and curtseying demurely to his worst enemy.

He could feel the feminine dress covering his body, the wonderfully sensual silk of his petticoats and skirts enveloping his legs. He could feel the delicate jewellery around his wrist and neck, and the soft carmine of his make up on his face. He felt utterly and humiliatingly feminine, knowing that the Warlord owned him completely, and was enjoying forcing him to do this.

The Warlord raised him up, and made him give a feminine twirl to display his beautiful gown. Altan, his eyes demurely downcast, twirled gracefully, watching his pink silken skirts swirl around his legs. It made him feel very feminine, as he displayed himself for his master. When the warrior finished, he was swept into a close embrace, and kissed passionately by the man. He tilted his head back, allowing the man to kiss him, unconsciously taking up a feminine pose. His female form seemed to automatically yield to the male. He could sense his female desires trying to take control, as the man pressed his muscular form against his silk clad body. He could feel his breasts heaving through the silken bodice, as the man's hands ran slowly over his wonderful lacy dress.

The man slowly released him, allowing him to step back, and then he made Altan turn around. Altan felt the skirts of his long flowing dress, sweep around his legs. The tight silk underskirt restricted his movement, reminding him to gather his skirts prettily as he turned.

The warrior slowly began to kiss his neck, moving the long blonde hair to one side. Altan could feel the man's hand move slowly up his body, pressing against his breasts, caressing him through the silken material. The man's arms were around him, and each hand held a breast. Altan could feel his breasts heaving under the man's experienced touch, and he could feel the man's hot breath, as he kissed his neck, and nibbled at his ear. He could sense himself getting excited as the warrior reached down and took his hands, moving them slowly over his own breasts, outlining their perfect shape, and caressing them through the delicate pink silk and lace of his dress. He closed his eyes as the warrior slowly moved his hands under his breasts, cupping and lifting them, before moving a hand down his cleavage. He could feel the tightness of his silken bodice holding his heaving breasts in a silk cup. It was a very feminine feeling, which made him feel weak with excitement.

He stood there with his eyes closed, as the man slowly caressed him. He could feel the silk and lace of his dress as the man's hands moved slowly over him. He could feel the feminine clothing all over him; the low cut, lace edged neck that the Warlord slowly kissed; the pretty puff sleeves, and the tiny satin bows over his breasts. He shivered slightly as he thought of the tight silk bodice, and the flowing silken skirts that gracefully concealed his sensual lingerie covered body. It all felt so wonderfully feminine and sensual.

The Warlord left him fondling himself, as he slowly began to unlace the back of Altan's dress. Altan was helpless, forced to keep fondling himself as the dominant Warlord slowly unlaced his dress, and stripped him to his frilly, utterly feminine lingerie. It was a strangely titillating feeling of feminine helplessness, as his dress slipped slowly off his shoulders, and slid silkily down his body to the floor, the luxurious material sending a wonderful shiver down his spine. The warrior made appreciative murmurs as he saw the frilly silken basque that clad his defenceless victim.

His hand slid between Altan's legs rubbing against the suspender, rubbing it against Altan's leg, then moving up to rub the silk of his knickers against his maidenhood. Altan felt himself gasping as the feelings of the silk against him began to overwhelm his mind. He could feel the man's hand as it moved between his legs, stroking him, and making him wet with helpless feminine excitement. Altan was forced to stand there and accept the warrior's absolute dominance, as the Warlord continued to kiss his neck, and caress his cleft. He could feel the manhood of the aroused man pressing against him, it felt huge as it throbbed and pushed against him.

Though excited by his feminine desires, he felt utterly ashamed at the emasculation of standing dressed in the sensual basque, allowing the Warlord to sample to the full, the delights of his feminine form. He could feel the straps of the lingerie over his delicate shoulders and running up his long silky legs. The Warlord's hand moving down the inside of his leg, caressing him though the sheer silk stockings, and the silken material of the basque encircled his body, exciting him with forbidden thoughts. His sumptuous feminine breasts swelled under the adept touch of the man.

He closed his eyes, trying in vain to ignore the touch of the man's hand, and it slowly slid inside his knickers, fondling him slowly. It was impossible, and Altan moaned slightly as a finger ran lightly over his maidenhood, sending tingles through his body. He hated that he was so helpless, forced to wear and do whatever the male demanded. His new gender required that he be completely subservient and submissive.

He tilted his head back as the warrior continued to kiss his neck, his tongue tracing wet lines. The warrior took his hands, and pulled them behind his back, moving them down to fondle the huge manhood. Altan drew the organ out of the trousers, feeling the moist head rub sexually against his buttocks. He slowly drew his fingers along it, feeling it throbbing as he caressed the organ. He could feel the Warlord's hands, one caressing his breast the other fondling his maidenhood, both exciting his female desires. He gasped as the man's finger moved inside, effortlessly dominating him. The feeling of having something inside him was an alien feeling to his male mind, but it was also wonderfully erotically feminine. Any defence he could muster could be instantly broken by the Warlord, the moment he moved inside. It was complete emasculation, as the teasing invading finger made him gasp with feminine sensuality. He squirmed slightly as the finger moved inside him, unable to stop himself as the Warlord demonstrated to him his feminine vulnerability.

He could feel the man's organ in his hand, and he slowly fondled it, feeling it grow, and push closely against his buttocks. The sheer eroticism of what he was doing made him breathless. He felt light-headed, as the man's hands continued to run over his helpless female body. He could feel the head of the man's organ rubbing slowly against the lace edging of his silk basque. He was utterly helpless, forced to give the man anything he wanted.

The warrior turned him and made him kneel. The idea of kneeling in the slinky black silk lingerie at the feet of the Warlord made him blush with wonderfully titillating humiliation. He knew what the strong assertive man was going to do to him, and he gasped with helpless female excitement. As he knelt, he could the feel the stockings encircling his legs and the taut lacy lines of his suspenders running down his thighs. His breasts were hanging in their slinky silk cups. His feminine desires were taking control again, and he could feel his female body preparing to accept the Warlord inside. Slowly the Warlord took his hands and made him take the huge organ. Gently he began to caress the manhood, moving his fingers over it. He could feel the organ throbbing under his fingers, as he slowly caressed it, and took it in his mouth.

It was humiliating to be forced to kneel at the feet of the Warlord in the feminine lingerie, but he had to do whatever he was told. He moved his tongue to the tip as he had been taught, and slowly moved his mouth along the shaft, backwards and forwards. He could taste the man, as he closed his eyes, the organ throbbing in his mouth. He could feel it moving over his moist painted lips, strong and demanding. The warriors' hands were in his hair, holding him, and making him move as the warrior wanted.

Abruptly, the Warlord drew him up, and pushed him down on the satin bed. Altan lay on his back as the man moved on top of him, moving slowly up his body kissing and caressing. He could feel the man's hands rubbing the basque against his skin as he slowly massaged the luscious breasts. The Warlord moved up and began to kiss his breasts. Altan could feel the man's tongue moving over and around his nipple, as he sucked and nibbled at the breast. It was very erotic, feminine feeling, having his breasts kissed by the Warlord.

The man's hands moved down to his thighs, and pulled his knickers down, leaving him open and defenceless. Casually the hands moved back up the inside of his legs, rubbing against the soft lacy tops of his stockings, and running up the straps of his suspenders. Slowly they pushed his legs open, moving up to fondle him gently. Altan gasped with delight at the man's touch, unable to contain himself. The man continued to kiss him, moving down his body until he began to nuzzle Altan's maidenhood. He could feel the man's tongue as it passed over his lips, and moved inside him. Altan's back arched as the man's tongue caressed him, and he cried out as a sensitive spot was touched. He was helpless, unable to resist as the man moved inside him, licking and caressing. He could feel the man's hands rub the suspenders against his thighs, as they pushed his legs further open. He moaned with despair as the man's tongue flicked inside him; It was degrading to be forced to serve the Warlord as a female concubine, but how could he resist someone who could give him this much bliss? He knew that more he experienced this terrible feminine rapture, the less he wanted to resist and the more he wanted to surrender to the temptations of slinky lingerie and femininity.

"Oh please don't," he cried out, unconvincingly pleading with the warrior not to do this to him. The feelings were simply too strong to resist as the man continued to move inside him.

The Warlord smiled, and gradually began to kiss his way up the female body, lingering around the breasts, then moving up to kiss Altan passionately on the lips. Altan found himself accepting the man's tongue in his mouth, as they kissed deeply. The man's hand moved over his silk clad body, caressing and fondling, inflaming his forbidden desires. Slowly the man moved between his legs, pushing them open, his strong body rubbing against the suspenders. The shame of lying unresisting, forced to behave as a girl was terrible, but he also found it enticingly erotic. It was made worse by the fact that he had to actively cooperate, by kissing and moving against the man, trying to excite and stimulate him. Altan opened his legs further, moving one leg up to rub against the man. He could feel the suspender and the lace top of his stocking move slowly against the man. He shivered at the erotic feeling of the sheer stockings enveloping his legs; it was a very feminine feeling that made him very aware of the sensual lingerie he was wearing.

He felt the huge manhood touch him, and despite his humiliation, he felt sheer ecstasy. The head rubbed gently against his maidenhood, causing waves of desire to shoot through him. He moaned, and squirmed against the man, aching for the male to take him. Slowly the warrior moved inside him, opening him fully with the final thrust. Altan gasped as the man mounted him and began to thrust inside him, deeply penetrating. Altan could feel the man against his body, moving against the silk basque, the warrior's hips between his silky legs, forcing them apart with each drive. The head of the organ was against his nub, making him cry out with wonderful helpless feminine bliss. He could feel the manhood filling him, deep inside his maidenhood. It was a uniquely feminine feeling that made him gasp. He had never believed that anything like this was possible. But here he was, wearing a frilly lace basque, sensual stockings, lying on his back with his legs spread wide open, a man thrusting deep inside him. He was performing the acts of a harem pleasure slave, trying to give pleasure to his ultimate enemy. Surely this was the ultimate defeat for a warrior such as himself. The shame and humiliation of his acts were nothing compared to his new feminine desires.

He was caught in the contradiction of his emotions. On the one hand he wanted to beg the man not to stop, as the organ moved deep inside him. This was magnificent, the utter rapture of being a female as his maidenhood was fully penetrated by the man. On the other hand he felt the humiliation of having to dress as a woman, and allow his enemy to ravish his new helpless body.

But his will was finite, whereas the rapture between his legs seemed infinite. Unable to resist any longer, he grasped the bed, bracing himself as he pushed back, surrendering to his femininity. He could feel the shaft throbbing deep up inside his maidenhood, filling him as the male thrust rhythmically. The humiliation of having the Warlord enjoy the delights of his female body, penetrating and caressing, were overwhelmed by the strange delight of being forced to wear slinky feminine lingerie. As a man he had never expected to experience these feelings, but now, as he lay under the man clad in a silk basque, the man's thrusting organ caressing his cleft, he knew fully what it was to be a woman. He loved being forced to wear women's clothes, the delights of feeling silk over his skin, and soft lacy stockings on his legs. He loved the wonderfully feminine feeling of wearing a long slinky dress with a tight silken bodice, and a flowing skirt that swirled around stockinged legs. He had to admit to himself that he loved wearing this tight sensual lingerie, and being forced to behave as a female.

He could hear the Warlord demanding that he say his new name. Altan couldn't resist, he could feel the full femininity of his body, the sensual silk lingerie, and gossamer stockings, he was Princess Elana, beautiful, sensual, feminine.

He could hear his submissive feminine voice gasping "Princess Elana, I'm Princess Elana".

It was a moment of truth, as he admitted his new sex, and surrendered fully. Elana writhed against the man, squirming around his organ, luxuriating in the feeling of her silk basque, and sheer stockings. She could feel the man deep inside, his strong masculine body between her silky legs, pinning her down, holding her helpless. Elana felt the warrior's hands on her body, highlighting her luscious breasts. Her own delicate feminine hands moved over the warrior's strong muscled back, moving down to his firm buttocks, feeling him thrust inside. The warrior kissed her again, his tongue moving inside Elana's mouth, dominating and demanding. Elana moaned with delight, as she felt the Warlord's hands seize her wrists, and pin them above her head, dominating her completely. She lay under him, feeling the man inside, as the Warlord rode her, enjoying her fully.

"Oh my Lord," she gasped in rapture, as the warrior thrust hard and deep inside her, penetrating her fully. She was experiencing the full delights of feminine helplessness. She wrapped her legs around the warrior, feeling the lacy strap of her suspender and the silk of her stockings rub against him.

Elana felt him thrust harder, forcing her legs wide open. One hand pinned her arms to the bed, whilst the other fondled her breasts. The Warlord continued to kiss her, his tongue flicking inside Elana's mouth. She could feel the man's shaft, deep inside her, plunging and ravishing. She could feel the silk of her basque rubbing against her body, as the man penetrated her, the masculine body hard between her silky legs. She felt utterly vulnerable, knowing that she was completely helpless and was being raped.

Elana cried out, unable to withstand the sheer ecstasy that washed over her. Nothing had ever prepared her for the sheer sensuality of being a female. She was pinned down and helpless, forced to wear tight silken lingerie, and soft sensuous stockings and suspenders. She could feel the silk girdle, holding her smooth curved form and her voluptuous female breasts. Every movement caused a luxurious rush of silken sensations to flood through her. The feeling of the tops of her lace silk stockings encircling her thighs, and the long lacy straps of her suspenders running down her legs made her moan with delight. The feeling of her enemy, thrusting deep inside her, the manhood penetrating her fully, and the thought of the sensuous feminine lingerie forced her to gasp and cry out with ecstasy. She could feel the head of the man's organ move against her nub, and she wriggled and squirmed against him, trying to move his organ around her maidenhood, increasing her bliss. She was helpless, forced to experience fully the delights of her new gender, knowing the titillating shame, that the Warlord was enjoying her fully.

The man moved between Altan's legs, thrusting hard, and making the young girl moan with bliss. He ran his hands over the silk basque, rubbing Altan's breasts. He loved the feel the Altan's body, helpless and vulnerable. The knowledge of what he was doing to Altan excited him so much that he nearly peaked too soon. He tried to calm himself, and leant down and kissed Altan's lips, savouring the taste of lipstick on his enemy's soft new lips. He released Altan's arms, and reached down and took the girl by her curved hips, moving her slowly. He could hear Altan moaning helplessly as he thrust inside the female body. He could feel the tight lacy straps of the suspender belt, and the luxurious silk of the basque running over Altan. The thought of Altan having to dress in this silken lingerie, and spending his life confined in tight slinky dresses and skirts broke his control, and he cried out as he climaxed.

Elana felt the warrior climax inside her, and then felt the man's seed flowing into her. She gasped as the man withdrew, unable to stop herself. The warrior pulled Elana to him, as they kissed deeply. Elana responded, lost in the passion, she could feel the man's hand rubbing her stockings and suspenders. Her dainty feminine hand caressed his large muscled arms and gently stroked his dwindling manhood. Her sumptuous breasts lay on his chest, as she tenderly kissed him. The man's tongue moved inside her mouth exploring her fully. Elana moved her hand down to caress the man's diminishing organ. As they kissed, his hand crept down, and began to caress her through the basque. She began to make appreciative feminine murmurs as he touched her, moving against his hand.

The Warlord smiled, enjoying the thought of what he was doing to his former enemy, knowing that he had crushed Prince Altan's will. He ran his hand up the firm feminine body, rubbing the silk basque against the smooth soft skin, knowing the effect it had on her. Elana was helplessly excited by the touch of the man's hand, her body eager for him. The Warlord's hand moved slowly up the inside Elana's leg, and began to stroke the soft skin inside her thigh. Elana murmured appreciatively as his expert touch inflamed her desires, destroying any thought of resistance. The Princess wantonly continued to kiss and caress her master, sexually aroused by him.

He gently touched the soft velvety hair around her maidenhood, his experienced touch thrilling the female body, but deliberately not fully satisfying her. Under his touch, Elana was fully aroused, desperately wanting him to fulfil her, his touch just enough to keep any thought of masculinity or resistance from her head. The Warlord waited, until Elana was fully enraptured, before humiliating her by making her beg him. When she meekly complied, he rewarded her by running a finger along her womanhood, her girlish body shuddering under his expert touch. He made her say that she wanted to be female, and he forced her to admit that she enjoyed being a made to wear delicate silken dresses and lingerie, and being forced to behave as a maiden. Elana, her face blushing, was utterly submissive and compliant, tamely surrendering to his masculine superiority.

As ordered, Elana slowly moved down her master's body, kissing and caressing. When she arrived at the manhood, she began to slowly lick it, her tongue running up the shaft to caress the tip. She could feel the man shuddering with the arousal. Her long blonde hair fell off her shoulders, and veiled the manhood in a wave of silken blonde tresses. As the manhood began to expand again, she took it in her mouth, carefully fondling it with her tongue. As a reward, she felt the man's hand move back between her legs, pushing them open, and moving inside her. With delight, she began to move against the man's hand, relishing in the pleasure that he could give her.

For a moment she thought about what she was doing, kneeling on all fours, dressed in a silken black basque, lacy stockings and suspenders, worshipping at her worst enemy's manhood. The Warlord hand caressing her, his finger penetrating her, slowly fondling her inside. It was a wonderful feeling of helplessness, knowing that she was just a female, who had no choice but to wear whatever silken female clothes she was ordered to, and to obey her masters every lustful desire.

She moaned as the man continued to finger her, his skilful touch exploring her fully. As she knelt on all fours, the black silk of her frilly basque tight over her body, suspenders and stockings running up her long legs, she closed her eyes and began to move, thrusting gently against the man's hand that rested hard against her maidenhood. The thought of what she was doing, and the feeling of the man's finger inside her, stroking, caressing and fondling made her pant with excitement. She desperately wanted the Warlord inside her, satiating and fulfilling her female body.

The warrior watched with pleasure as Altan moaned, and thrust gently against his hand. The girl's curvaceous feminine figure barely covered by the sensuous silk of the basque. The soft frilly black lace, rubbing gently over her firm buttocks as she thrust. He could see her soft voluptuous breasts hanging gently in their silken cup. He moved his finger inside the girl slightly, enjoying the soft gasps that he could force her to make.

He could feel the girls delicately painted lips moving up and down his shaft, her tongue moving over and around his manhood, caressing and fondling. It excited him that Altan, who had always been considered a great warrior, had been defeated to such an extent, and was forced to kneel before him, dressed in luxurious silken feminine lingerie. He was compelled to behave as a harem slave girl, to experience all the female delights of being raped.

Elana could feel the man's hand between her legs, his finger inside her moving slowly over her nub. Teasing peaks of bliss, that swamped her mind. She could not help herself as she moaned with delight. She could feel the man's other hand running possessively over her buttocks, caressing her with the soft silky lace of her basque. Elana found herself helplessly aroused by the man's touch. Her mouth was full of her ultimate enemy's organ, as she slowly caressed it with her lips and tongue, trying with all he body to give him pleasure. This was the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate defeat.

The man's finger began to caress her more urgently, moving over her sensitive lips, making her writhe helplessly. She gasped as he pushed deep inside her, skilfully touching the most sensitive points.

The titillation of what she was doing was incredible. The thought and feeling of the tight slinky lingerie made her pant with excitement. The thought of being forced to dress in women's clothes, to have to wear suspenders, stockings and bras was wonderfully humiliating. She felt breathless as she thought of the tight corsets and bodices, and the silky slinky skirts that she would have to wear for the rest of her life. She knew that she would have to dress to please her master, and that would mean skimpy sensual lingerie, and delicate gowns. She could feel the forbidden excitement deep inside her, as she thought about sheer stockings, lacy suspenders and silken bras that she would have to wear. She was intoxicated by the desire to feel soft cool silk and delicate lacy straps running over her sensitive feminine body. She wanted her voluptuous breasts to be encircled by the sensual silk of a bra, for lacy straps to run over her helpless delicate body, constraining and restricting. She relished the memory of pulling a tight slinky dress up her slender body. The feeling of being dressed in a tight silk dress, with lace and bows running low over her breasts. Pretty silken gloves, and stockings and suspenders running down her legs. She moaned as the ecstasy became too much, gasping helplessly, as the man continued to fondle her. As a man she had experienced orgasms, but they were short-lived peaks. This was a continuous wave that washed over her, leaving her gasping with utterly helpless rapture. It was too much, she begged the Warlord to stop, but he continued, caressing deep inside her, effortlessly breaching her innermost sanctum. She was helpless, completely paralysed by the depth of the bliss. She was unable to resist as he rolled her onto her back, and pushed her legs apart. One hand continued to fondle between her legs, whilst the other moved slowly over her body, caressing her with the silken lace on her basque. She could feel the silk moving slowly over her body, caressing her breasts, outlining her erect nipples. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel her breasts heaving under his skilled touch. She was moaning helplessly as he kissed her passionately, opening her mouth with his tongue, forcing his way inside.

The wizard had to the warlord how the spell worked. Forcing Altan to experience se as a female weakened his resistance. The warlord knew that the longer Altan spent as a woman, the more difficult it would be for him to resist. If he were not changed back, the feminine side of him would eventually take total control. Wanting to humiliate Altan further, the Warlord began to torment her with whispered comments.

"Well Prince Altan, how do you feel now? Are your new clothes to your liking? Do you like it when I touch you? Do you want me inside you? Where is your famous resistance now?"

Elana could do nothing but moan with terrible rapture as the man moved between her legs and entered her. She could feel the man on top of her, thrusting deep inside, the organ pulsing and rubbing against her nub. The Warlord reached down and pulled her legs up, so that Elana was forced to adopt the degrading position of having her leg spread wide open, up in the air. Holding her legs firmly, he thrust hard inside her making her cry out. The urgent thrusting organ was deep inside her, pushing over her sensitive lips forcing a terrible level of rapture from her violated body. The indignity broke her spirit, and she heard herself gasping helplessly. The masculine organ felt huge inside her, penetrating her and filling her. It was relentless and inexorable, epitomising the warrior's masculine supremacy, forcing Elana to recognise her femininity as the man filled her. Elana was completely defeated, serving the Warlord with her luscious female body, unresistingly obeying his every command. Her legs were wide open, and she could feel the manhood rasping over her maidenhood, moving deep inside her, and thrusting against her nub. The humiliation was complete, once she had been a man, a great warrior to whom all had deferred; But now she was a woman, dressed in slinky silk lingerie, make up on her face, jewellery over her body. Once she had fought the Warlord with all her masculine strength, but now she lay with him, dressed in feminine silks to please him, and accepting his manhood inside her body. It was so degrading and humiliating to be reduced to this, to know that she would spend the rest of her life as a female sex slave. To be nothing more than the object of the Warlord's mockery and lust, forced to dress in sensual female clothes to please his desires. She knew the embarrassing feminine feelings of being unable to stop a male from entering her, and enjoying her fully. It made her feel very subservient and helpless, as she finally accepted her feminine place, seeing the world as a maiden.

Suddenly the warrior climaxed, and spent himself inside the girl. Elana could feel the man's seed pumping into her from the throbbing organ. She lay gasping as the man withdrew, unable to move, her mind numb from the echoes of the sensual ecstasy that enveloped her mind. She was wet with the excitement, her maidenhood throbbing, as she lay with her eyes closed, trying to recover. Slowly she closed her legs, feeling the sensual stockings rub together, reminding her of her femininity.

She felt the man sit up, and begin to dress, but she was simply too exhausted to move. She lay there dressed in her sensual lingerie, trying to come to terms with her new life. She heard the man make his way to the door, and leave without saying a word.

The passions that had controlled Altan slowly began to fade, and as before he was left with the humiliation of what he had done. He sat up, embarrassed at the frilly silk basque that he wore, and slid off the bed to find some clothes. Knowing what the Warrior would expect of him, he dressed himself in the same pink dress he had worn before the warrior entered. Despite feeling humiliated at what had happened to him, he was still titillated by dressing himself in feminine clothes. When he was dressed, he touched up his make up, and carefully brushed his hair, and tied a pink bow.

When finished he stood up and wondered what he should do next. Before, the warlord or the ladies had been there to tell him what to do. Gathering up his silken skirts, he walked to the door and peeked out. To his surprise, there were no guards. Gaining a little courage, he slipped out of the room, carefully managing his skirt so that he did not trip or catch it in the door.

As he moved down the corridor, he could feel the silk skirt whisper and murmur against his stockinged legs. He rounded a corner, and was stunned to find an unguarded door to the outside.

CHAPTER 4.

His heart pounding, Prince Altan glanced quickly outside. He could see the courtyard of the palace. There didn't appear to be any guards. This was almost too good to be true he thought. He crept through the door, being careful to manage his silken skirts so that his did not trip. He could see the gate to the city, completely unguarded. Without thinking, he ran towards the gate as fast as his skirts would allow. Only when he was through the gate did he stop to think of what he was doing. If he escaped, then he had broken his word to the Warlord. The Warlord could well kill everyone in the city for revenge. He hesitated, he knew that if he stayed he could not resist the sexual attacks of the warlord. Eventually his male mind would succumb permanently, and he would spend the rest of his life willingly serving the warlord in his harem. He hesitated, lost in indecision. Suddenly there was a shout from inside the enclosure. A guard was running across the courtyard, waving and shouting. It was enough to make up Altan's mind, and he turned and ran as fast as his skirts, and female body's bouncing breasts, would allow.

As he ran up the quiet moonlit street, he could hear the heavy boots of the guards following. He kept turning into side streets, but they were right behind him all the way. He knew that he was not fast enough to escape. He almost felt as though they were herding him rather than trying to catch him. His female body restricted in his tight bodice and skirt was far too slow to escape.

Suddenly he heard feet running down the road toward him. Desperately he looked around for help, for some way to escape. He rounded a corner, and heard a blare of music coming from a building to his left. Knowing that his only chance would be to lose himself amongst other people, he turned and ran into the building. Trying to keep his silken skirts under control, he pushed his way through the door and was met by a blast of music and noise. He found himself in what looked like a bar, with dancing girls. For a moment he hesitated, unsure what to do, but then he heard the sound of running feet behind him. Quickly he pushed his way into the crowded room, trying to blend in. Suddenly he was pulled off his feet by a strong arm. Before he could react, he found himself in a close embrace, and was soundly kissed by a large man who smelt strongly of beer. Disgusted and humiliated, he was about to start to struggle when he saw two guards enter the room and looking around.

Knowing that if he made a scene he would be recognised and captured, he was forced to accept the man's kisses, and to look as if he was enjoying it. The two guards began to move slowly around the room, looking for the escaped Princess. The man's tongue began to probe his mouth, and Altan could feel the drunk's hand slide up between his legs, stroking and caressing the stockings and garters. He closed his eyes as the guards drew near, trying to blend in as much as possible. The drunk's hand was up inside his skirts, rubbing his silken panties. Altan squeaked involuntarily as the hand slid inside his knickers, and began to caress his maidenhood. Altan opened his eyes, and saw that the two guards had been intercepted by two very pretty girls, who were kissing and caressing them away from his hiding place. The guards didn't seem too unhappy about this, and were soon led off to an adjoining room. Once they were gone, Altan began to struggle to release himself from the embrace of the drunk. After a few moments, he managed to free himself despite the slurred protests of his suitor.

Whilst the guards were occupied, he decided to make a quick dash for the door. He had only taken a few steps however, when he was abruptly seized by two of the dancing girls. Not wanting to make a scene, which might attract the guard's attentions, he allowed them to pull him across the room and through a small side door. As soon as they had him through the door, they pulled his hands behind his back, and despite his struggles, chained them together. This was so embarrassing. As a man, even twenty women could not have forced him like this. He was taken down a long corridor, and pushed into another room. In the room, there was an older woman, seated behind a desk. She was flanked by two large women, who were so muscled, that they looked more like men.

"Why have you brought me here?" demanded Altan, trying to bluff his way out of the situation. "And how dare you chain me up like this, remove these shackles at once!"

The woman got up and walked over to Altan. She paused for a moment, then firmly took Altan by the chin, and slowly examined his beautiful feminine face, turning it slowly from side to side.

"So you're the one that brought the city guard into my establishment.....for that you must pay!".

The woman let her hand slip off Altan's chin, and run slowly down to her breasts. "There's no point you wasting either of our time by trying to bluff. I know who you really are. I have very good contacts in the palace. I know that you are on the run. The city guard would love to find you."

The woman walked back across the room and sat down at her desk.

"My name is Lady Madeline. I had to pay those guards to leave without reporting my establishment", she said. "I have no intention of making a loss because of you. Therefore, you will repay me."

She turned and nodded to one of the large women beside her. The huge woman walked over to Altan and quickly undid the shackles. Altan knew that he wouldn't just be allowed to leave, so he decided to see if he could talk his way out.

"What do you want me from me?" asked Altan in resignation.

"Well", said the woman, "I had to pay the two guards one thousand gold piece each, so you owe me that. However, the guards also scared away some of my customers, and that could prove to be quite expensive. So I think that a fair figure would be....at least ten thousand gold pieces. If you can't pay that right now, then I will take payment in kind."

"What do you mean by in kind'", asked Altan with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Well you're a pretty little thing", said the woman. "And once I spread the news of who you really are to some select clients, you should bring back a lot of that business I've lost because of you. Shall we say one hundred gold per satisfied customer? Once we take interest into account, you should be paid off in about a year."

"You can't be serious," shouted Altan.

"Well it's your choice!" replied the woman softly, "but I think you should consider the consequence of refusal. Your decision please, my dear."

"I won't do it," stated Altan. "I won't become a whore for anything".

"I admire your determination, "replied the woman. "But I think that we may be able to convince you....". She paused, thinking for a moment, then nodded to one of her henchwomen. The huge woman left the room, and returned a few seconds later with one of the dancing girls.

"This is Jeannine," said Madeline. "She is one of my girls. Unfortunately, she is getting older, and not attracting as many customers as before. ThereforeÉ."

Without blinking, once of the henchwomen reached over, and grabbed the girl. With a quick twist, and a sickening crunch, the huge woman snapped the girl's neck. Altan gasped in horror at the sudden cold execution. As he watched in dismay, the girl was dragged out of the door. Seconds later, the henchwoman returned with another terrified girl.

"This is Serana. Another one of my girlsÉ". Madeline nodded to her bodyguard. Altan realised that she was ordering the poor girl killed, just to demonstrate her resolve to him. He couldn't stand by and watch these people being killed because of him. The bodyguard took hold of the girl's neck.

"Wait!" he shouted.

Madeline held up her hand, stopping the henchwoman.

"My dear, are you willing to agree to my terms?"

Altan couldn't believe this was happening. He had only been on the run for a matter of minutes, and he had already been trapped again. Ever since the Warlord had captured him, he seemed to have lost control of his life.

Somehow he had to get that control back, and take back his life. However, he knew that the woman would not wait forever for a decision from him. He also knew by looking into her eyes, that she would not hesitate to kill this girl and others if he refused her offer. It all came down to his warrior's oath. He couldn't let innocent people die because of him. He just had to hope that he could find someway out of the trap later. With a sigh, he nodded his acquiescence.

"Excellent decision", said the woman. "But let me warn you. I expect you to be suitably accommodating to my customers. If I get a bad report from any of them, I shall have to take measures." Without being told, Altan knew that the "other measures" would involve more deaths. Lady Madeline got up from her desk and moved around to Altan. She reached up and slowly ran her hand down over Altan's bare shoulder, and over his breasts.

"Lovely as this dress is", she said. "I think you need to be dressed in something more appropriate." She turned to one of her huge bodyguards. "Take her to the chambers, and get Helen to prepare her. Tell her that after tonight, I want her reserved for our special customers. For tonight though, she can experience the general population. There should just be time for her to make her debut tonight".

Numbed at how quickly he had been subdued again, Altan was led out of the room by one of the bodyguards. He was taken down a number of corridors, and was eventually shown into a large room, which was filled with clothes, make-up tables, and half-naked girls.

His male mind boggled at the display before him, but he was quickly brought back to reality as he felt another girl begin to remove his dress. Automatically, he jumped and tried to stop her, but a quick slap by the bodyguard reminded him of his place.

"I'll do this for you today", said the girl. He assumed that she must be the 'Helen' that the woman had spoken about. "But in future, it's your duty to prepare yourself for the customers."

Helen stripped him of his dress and underwear, leaving him standing in just stockings and garters. Altan felt very uncomfortable being naked in front of so many women. Although he had the body of a beautiful woman, his mind was still very much male. The seamstress came back with a long red satin dress, but no underwear. When Altan hesitantly commented on this, she smiled and said that underwear would show up on this dress. Altan soon understood why. The dress was tight, and showed off every single curve of his new feminine body. The bodice was so tight that it made him breathless, and cut so low, that it showed off a huge amount of cleavage. The dress was long with a tight skirt that ran down to his ankles. He was forced to sit helplessly, as Helen slowly painted his nails red, and then applied make-up. She spent a lot of time on Altan's lips, ensuring that they looked full, moist and red.When she had finished, she began to instruct Altan in the day to day running of the house. Altan was given a very feminine looking room, which was filled with make-up and clothes. He was expected to sleep here, but also to "entertain" his customers here too. He was told to prepare himself each day, and to ensure that the customers were satisfied. Helen warned him again of the consequences of an unsatisfied customer. She also told him that all money from the customers should be turned over to her, and that Altan would be punished if he was found to be keeping any. By the end of the speech, Altan was thoroughly depressed. He could see no way out of the trap into which he had unwittingly fallen.Helen took him back to the main hall, and pointed out a group of men, sitting at a large table drinking and talking noisily. Altan, together with three other girls, were told to "entertain" them.He followed the other girls across the room, trying to avoid the unwanted attentions of the other customers. As he walked, he was very conscious of the tight satin dress that rubbed and whispered against his soft female body. Although he was fully dressed, he felt utterly naked under the hungry stares of the men in the room. He could feel their eyes burning into him as they mentally undressed him. All his life he had been a fighter, a warrior, a predator. Now, all that had been stripped from him. As the men's eyes ran over his body, taking in every delicious curve, he no longer felt like a predator, he felt much more like the prey. He finally reached the men's table, and saw that the three other girls had sat down with their chosen man. Once more, he wondered if he could go through with this. But he knew that until he could find a way to protect the others, he had to obey. He moved to the other man, and with a mental grimace, he slowly he slipped into the man's lap, his figure hugging dress showing off every luscious curve of his body. He could feel the pressure of the man's organ pushing against his bottom. His dress ran tightly down his legs, forcing them together, forcing him to feel the rubbing of his silk clad legs.

The man pulled him in close, forcing his lips against the unwilling girl's mouth. Altan forced himself to relax, knowing that if he didn't please this man, then innocents would die. He could feel the man's hand roaming over his body, until it reached his breast. The man began kissing Altan's neck as he caressed the soft luscious breasts. Slowly the man pushed Altan back until he was lying completely in the man's strong arms. Altan lay back, helplessly forced to experience the humiliation of giving himself to this man.

"No," he thought to himself. "It's worse than that. I'm not giving myself, I'm selling myself." His pretty eyes shut with the pain and humiliation, which was mingled tantalisingly with the eroticism and pleasure from his female body. He could hear the giggles and sound of pleasure coming from the others at the table. Knowing that he had no choice, he raised his arms, and enfolded them around his partner. He shifted uncomfortably, and heard the man moan with pleasure. He realised that in moving, he had unconsciously rubbed his bottom against the manhood. He could feel the organ continue to grow and press against him as the man became more aroused. The man began to squirm underneath him, grinding his manhood against the helpless prince.

Altan flushed with shame as the man continued to rub against him. The tight satin dress was like a second skin, allowing him to feel every sensation as the man used him. He felt trapped as the man continued to kiss, caress and rub against him. His mouth was invaded by the man's tongue, stifling any protest he could make.

Suddenly he felt himself lifted up in the man's strong arms. The man stood, and effortlessly started to carry Altan towards the bedchambers. Altan felt strangely vulnerable and he lay in the man's arms, helpless and feminine.

As he was carried, Altan couldn't help but notice the envious and appreciative stares of the other men in the room. One of them blew him a kiss, and Altan realised to his horror, that the beauty of his new body would guarantee him a long line of suitors. Just before he was carried through the door and out of the hall, he happened to see Lady Madeline standing across the hall looking at him. She had a smile on her face as she watched Altan carried from the room.

As Altan was carried, he could feel the man's hand on his bottom. It was somehow terribly violating to be touched in such a way. He could feel himself breathing heavily, as the shame of his plight became more apparent. He was carried quickly to a room, with a bed and silk sheets. The male placed him gently on the bed, and then slowly began to undo his trousers, looking at the helpless female with undisguised lust.

Something in Altan broke as he saw the look of hunger in the man's eyes. He knew that to the male, he wasn't a person, just an object of pleasure to be used. In horror and terror he scrambled away from the man to the top of the bed, huddling in a tight ball, staring at the man in fear. The man finished undressing, and ordered Altan to come closer. When Altan refused, he reached up and grabbed Altan's foot, pulling down the silk sheets. Altan tried to struggle, to kick the man, but the tightness of his satin dress prevented him from doing any damage. The man twisted Altan so that he was forced over onto his stomach, he then lunged forward and grabbed Altan's arms, and pinned them behind the girls back.

Altan moaned with dismay as the man slowly ran his hands over the helpless girl's body. He could feel the man slowly pushing his dress up, exposing a broad expanse of Altan's silk clad legs. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. Once more, the helplessness and indignity of being a female was forced home to him. The man had forced the dress right up Altan's legs, and he now used his knee to force the defenceless girl's legs apart. Altan gasped as the man's hand slid between his legs, cupping and rubbing his maidenhood. Once more his new female body betrayed him, and he could feel himself becoming wet with helpless feminine titillation.

"No, please don't do this," he whispered. He knew that it was useless, and it humiliated him to have to beg, but it was his only chance.

"Be silent", commanded the man. "I paid good money for you."

Altan screwed his eyes tightly shut as he felt the man lift him slightly. He could feel the man's organ as it moved between his legs, and then he felt the head of the organ push slowly inside him as the man mounted him from behind. The man began to thrust slowly inside the female, forcing moans of humiliation and titillation. Once the organ was inside him, a sense of utter defeat settled over Altan. His struggles stopped, and he felt the man release his arms and take a handful of his thick golden hair. He pulled on the hair, forcing Altan to bend his body upward from the bed with a cry of pain. The man then reached around, and took hold of the top of Altan's satin dress, pulling it down to expose his sumptuous feminine breasts.

Altan could feel the man thrusting deeper inside him. For some reason, having the man inside him seemed to rob him of all his will to resist. He could feel himself getting excited as the organ rubbed up against him, forcing waves of pleasure through his body. The man began to thrust faster, forcing unwilling gasps of pleasure as he raped Altan. He began to move with the man as he was penetrated deeply, forced by his feminine form to respond to the dominant male.

With a final thrust, the man shot his seed inside the powerless girl. Altan gasped as he felt the seed enter him, fulfilling his feminine body. The man continued to thrust for a few more seconds before withdrawing with a groan. Altan lay face down on the bed, physically drained by the experience. His ordeal was not over however. As the man rolled over and lay down beside Altan, he ordered the girl to clean his manhood with her mouth. Utterly defeated and half-naked, Altan moved slowly down to the man's organ and began to lick it clean. His shame was complete, he thought, as the aroused man's organ began to slowly grow under his tender ministrations. The man reached down and took the girl by her chin, looking deep into her eyes.

"Oh baby, this is going to be a fun night," he whispered to the defeated prince.

CHAPTER 5

Altan awoke the next morning to find the man gone, and the bedside table covered in money. The memory of the previous night came flooding back to him, filling him with shame. The man had fully intended to get his moneys worth, and had forced Altan to undergo a night of sex and passion. Altan had been forced to behave as a female, forced to allow the man to do whatever he wanted to him. Time and again, Altan thought that the man had been satisfied, only to be forced to perform again. The money on the table only confirmed his shame, filling him with the knowledge that he had sold his body.

The next few days were the worst moments of Altan's life. He was forced into a life as a whore, compelled to perform for any man who could pay for him. After the first few times, his spirit had been broken to such a degree that he had almost come to accept his situation. Lady Madeline and Helen told him that the more he pleased the men, the more they would pay and the quicker he would be free. Though he hated himself for it, he began to voluntarily use his mouth to excite and encourage men. He found that if he worked hard, and dressed in sexy lingerie to please the men, they would often tip him with double his normal fee.

The other girls took pity on Altan, and although they constantly mocked him about being a female and a whore, they also helped him to adapt and accept his situation. Serana, the girl he had saved from Madeline, took particular care of him, helping him to dress and to put on make up and jewellery. The girls seemed to think that it was about time a man was made to pay for what his sex did to women. They delighted in dressing Altan in women's clothes, knowing the humiliation and shame he felt. They enjoyed having a male helplessly forced to live like them, forced to wear sensuous lingerie and to service other men. The second day, they decided that he would look good as a red head, and so they dyed his hair. For Altan, it was another example of how he had lost control of his life. Altan found that as he lived as a female, he was slowly becoming more like one. He found himself holding his body in feminine poses, and feeling "feminine" feelings of fear and vulnerability.

Three days after he had fallen into Madeline's power, she came to him and ordered him to prepare himself for a very special client. Altan was taken by Helen, and specially prepared according to the client's orders. She firstly bathed him in special oils, which made his skin a smooth as silk. He was dressed in an expensive pink silk and lace camisole and panty set, with matching garters and stockings. His make-up was carefully done to highlight his beautifully high cheekbones and eyes. His lips were painted a soft pretty pink, that gave them a full, kissable appearance. Finally he was taken to a room and was ordered to lie down on the silk bed. As soon as he was on the bed, Helen took some pink silk scarves, and despite his protests, tied his wrists firmly to the bedposts. Helpless, Altan could do nothing to stop Helen as she gently slid a pink silk blindfold over his pretty eyes, blinding him completely.

Helen ignored Altan's frantic questions, and he heard her quietly close the door as she left the room. Altan lay there breathing heavily. He could feel his sumptuous breasts heaving under the silk of his camisole. He licked his lips nervously, and tasted the feminine taste of lipstick. Altan felt very vulnerable, bound and blinded, awaiting his new client. He had no idea who the client was, but it was obviously someone of importance, since his orders for Altan had been followed completely.

Suddenly Altan heard the door open again. He strained his ears to catch the slightest sound, and was soon painfully aware of the sound of his own pounding heart and heaving breasts. He could hear the sound of footsteps crossing the room, and he shifted uneasily, feeling the silk of his camisole rubbing against him.

"Who's there?" he whispered, his pretty feminine voice cracking with fear.

The visitor did not reply, but gently placed a single finger on Altan's lips to silence the frightened girl. The finger slid slowly off Altan's lips, and ran casually over his chin, down his neck and breasts. The hand continued over the camisole and slipped down to Altan's lacy panties before stopping to caress the tops of his silk stockings. Altan shuddered at the erotic touch, strangely excited by the hand.

The Baron sat on the end of the bed, and began to stroke his helpless prize. He was pleased to see the effect that his touch had on the helpless female. He found it difficult to believe that this was really his old "friend" Prince Altan lying helpless before him.

He had grown up with Altan, and had always been forced into the background by the prince. Everyone had always seemed to favour Altan over him. Inside he had raged at the inequity of being regarded as second best simply because Altan was the heir to the throne of Aloria. For years he had been forced to follow where Altan led, and to obey Altan's orders.

Now his time of revenge was at hand. He had made a deal with the Warlord, and had secretly betrayed Altan's war-plans, enabling the Warlord to conquer Aloria. The Warlord knew that he wouldn't be able to control Aloria if all of its people were against him. The country was too big, and he needed his soldiers for further conquests, not tied down trying to control a rebellious province.

Ideally he needed Aloria's huge population and resources to support his wars, not fight against him. He had intended to marry Altan and gain control of the country that way. But the Baron had finally convinced the Warlord that the Alorian people would never follow him, even if he were married to Altan. He suggested that the Warlord needed a puppet king to rule for him, someone that the people would follow. Ideally the person should be of Royal blood, but that was impossible. The only survivor of the Royal house was Altan, and he would never rule for the Warlord. The Baron had therefore suggested a compromise. He was well known by the Alorian people, and they would follow him if he were married into the Royalty.

The Warlord had eventually agreed after having his way with the female Altan. The Baron had promised that he would mobilise Aloria's resources in support of the Warlord's wars.

There were two main problems with the plan. The magic spell to transform Altan into a female would require his agreement. This was the easy part. The Baron knew that Altan's "heroic" nature and warrior's oath would force him to sacrifice his body for his people and country. Inside he laughed derisively at the Prince. He had always strutted around, secure in his reputation as a heroic knight. Now he was lying on his back, in a female body dressed in pink silk, tied to a bed, and waiting to be taken as a woman.

The marriage part was more difficult. Traditionally, for the marriage to be accepted by the people, Altan would have to voluntarily agree his marriage vows in front of the elders of the ruling council. A forced marriage would not recognised by either the people of Aloria or the church.

To achieve the voluntary agreement, the Baron had developed a plan. Altan would "escape" the Warlord, and once free, he would be rescued by the Baron. The Baron would suggest to Altan that the people would not follow a woman, but that if Altan agreed to a symbolic marriage, then Altan could rule through him. The Baron was sure that Altan would believe his old friend, and would fall into the trap. Once the marriage was complete, the power would be in the Baron's hands, and Altan would be his helpless wife.

He ran his hand up the silk clad body, rubbing the silky camisole against the sumptuous feminine breasts. He had added the time in the whorehouse to help break Altan's spirit. He intended to "rescue" Altan tomorrow, but he couldn't resist this night with his former rival. He had ordered Altan to be prepared for him. He had wanted his former rival degraded as much as possible, by making him wear pink silky lingerie, and tied blindfolded to the bed.

He looked again at the luscious female form before him. The luxurious pink lingerie highlighting the delightfully feminine appearance. His hand continued to roam over the defenceless body, eventually moving down between the girl's legs. He gently opened the girl's silk encased legs, knowing that she could not resist. Leaving the feminine legs spread, his hand ran deliberately up the inside of the girl thigh. He could hear the girl breathing heavily and he touched the silk of her panties, tenderly rubbing it against her maidenhood. He smiled broadly as Altan let out a moan of pleasure, and began to move almost unconsciously against his hand.

Slowly he let his finger trace the outline of the defenceless girl's garters and panties, moving up to run over the spaghetti straps of her camisole. He wanted to outline to Altan the image of the silken lingerie that covered his body.

Leaning over, he kissed the girl's luscious fill lips. Gently at first, but then more demanding, finally pushing his tongue through the still slightly unwilling lips. He enjoyed the slight resistance that his former friend offered. Even now, Altan had not fully accepted his new role, but that just made the victory all the sweeter.

He slipped his hand up under the girl's silk camisole, and began to softly massage her breasts. They were soft and sumptuous, and quick to respond to his ministrations.

Altan lay helplessly tied to the bed, blind to the person caressing his soft feminine body. Whoever the man was, he was skilled at arousing a woman, and Altan was finding it increasingly difficult to avoid responding to his touch. He felt utterly relaxed as the man's hands continued to roam freely over his lingerie clad body. He moaned and squirmed as the man's hand moved again between his spread legs, massaging his maidenhood with the silk of his panties. He let out a slight cry as the man's hand moved inside the panties, and began to run teasing over him. He couldn't help himself now, and began to squirm against the man's hand desperately trying to satisfy his growing desires.

The Baron wanted to laugh out loud as he saw Altan overwhelmed by the desires of his new body. This was going to be much easier than he had originally thought. He decided that Altan was now at his peak of feminine excitement, and that the time had come. Slowly he pulled the skimpy silk panties down Altan's curvaceous female hips, and then down his long shapely legs. Altan was completely overwhelmed by his feminine desires, and offered no resistance as the man moved up between his open legs.

Altan could feel the man between his legs, rubbing sensuously against the silk of his stockings. The feeling was driving him mad with desire, and only the man leaning over to kiss his lips prevented him from begging his unseen master to hurry.

He found himself rubbing his legs against the man, and trying to wrap them around him. At last he felt the man's organ touch him, and he strained against his bindings. The Baron continued to toy with him for a moment, enjoying seeing the so-called "great warrior" reduced to this, before thrusting inside.

Altan gasped aloud as he finally felt the man enter him. His body was crying out for satisfaction, and he immediately began to move with the man. He could feel the man's hands as the pushed up under the soft silk of his camisole to caress and massage his breasts. The delicate silk of his blindfold took away his sight, but that just seemed to enhance the feelings coming from his female body. His entire being became focused on the feelings of the man's hands fondling his breasts, and his organ pulsing and thrusting inside. The organ filled him, opening his innermost sanctum, and exposing his most feminine desires. He willingly kissed the man, accepting the man's superiority and dominance. The man moved slowly inside him, bringing the helpless woman to a peak of sexual excitement. Altan was becoming used to having sex like this, and was now automatically accepting his role. It felt so right to have a man's organ inside him. He felt totally contented, brought to his peak of sexual fulfilment as a female. It would be so much easier and more pleasurable to accept his feminine role, and to forget his former life. The organ continued to move inside him, and he writhed and squirmed as he reached orgasm. The Baron loved the titillating feeling of his former rival, gasping and wriggling under him, deeply penetrated by his manhood. He began to thrust harder as he reached his own peak. Altan was crying out helplessly, as the Baron suddenly shot his seed inside his curvaceous female body.

Altan was utterly drained by the physical and emotional stress, and lay motionless as he felt to man withdraw from his body. He wondered if the man would untie him before he left, but then he heard the man get up from the bed, dress and leave. His naked body was beaded with sweat, and the echoes of the passion still ran through his body, as he heard the door open again a few minutes later. He turned his head slightly trying to identify if it was the man back again. The bed moved slightly and he heard a tinkle of jewellery as his new guest lay down beside him. Soft fingers reached up, and ran slowly over his lips, before gently removing the blindfold.

His blinked in the light and recognised the pretty face of Serana smiling down at him.

"Did we enjoy ourselves?" she asked mischievously.

Altan flushed with embarrassment as he realised that his was still tied naked to the bed.

"UmmÉdo you think you could untie me?" asked Altan.

"Maybe later," she replied as she slowly began to run he hand down Altan's voluptuous naked body.

CHAPTER 6

Altan was preparing himself for the evening in his room. He found that with the help of the other girls, he was becoming much better at applying make-up, and styling his beautiful long red hair. As he ran his hairbrush through his silken tresses, he went over the events of the previous day. He was still somewhat confused in his mind about his feelings for other women. Certainly, part of his mind was still male enough to be attracted by the attentions of a pretty woman like Serana, but his mind also had female influences too.

Serana had refused to take no for an answer, and had spent almost an hour enjoying Altan's feminine body before eventually untying the helpless prince. Not that Altan hadn't enjoyed her ministrations, but he knew that he received more pleasure from a male. The fact worried him more than he wanted to admit. He couldn't deny to himself that he was enjoying sex as a female far more than he would ever had believed. He loved the way the female orgasm didn't peak and stop like a male. The female version just seemed to roll onwards, growing in intensity and depth. The feeling of a man's organ deep inside him was by far the most erotic and sensual experience he had ever had.

It also worried him that despite his earlier intentions to find a way to escape this place, he had yet to even try to plan an escape. He felt very comfortable here, and although he hated to admit it to himself, he was coming to enjoy his life as a female.

He shook himself out of his daydreaming, and continued to prepare himself for the evening. He had been told to make and extra effort tonight, and his client was supposed to be someone important.

He quickly finished his hair and make up, and slipped into a tight emerald green satin dress. The other girls and told him that the green dress would go well with his new red hair, and he had to admit that he did look very sexy. The dress was strapless, and very low cut. It had a long slit up one side, which showed off his silk stockinged legs. Under the dress he was just wearing a strapless slip. Altan wasn't sure how the slip and dress stayed up. When he asked one of the other girls, she had simply replied "will-power".

Once dressed he slipped on a pair of stiletto shoes. Though he still felt a little

unstable in them, his skill at walking in them was definitely improving.

He was a little late, so he hurried out of his room, and headed towards the assembly room. When he arrived, he saw that Lady Madeline was looking for him. He hurried over, and curtseyed demurely. Lady Madeline smiled at his feminine posture and turned him around so that she could tie a green silk bow in his long silky red hair.

"You're looking lovely this evening, my dear." She commented.

"Thank you mistress." replied Altan, slipping easily into his submissive role.

"Your client tonight is a most important man. It's critical that you please him." ordered Madeline.

"I'll do my best," answered Altan obediently.

Madeline finished tying the bow in his hair, and led him across the room to a tall broad man standing with his back to them. She reached up, and touched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Baron, may I introduce Elana to you" announced Lady Madeline.

Altan stared in shock as the man turned around and smiled at him. The Baron was an old friend of his, someone he had spent much of his childhood with. His first thought was one of shame at being seen in his feminine form. However, he quickly realised that the Baron would not recognise him as he was now. He was then struck by two further thoughts. The first was that the baron might be able to help him out of his current situation. The second was that the baron was expecting this beautiful girl in front of him to service his needs with her body.

He felt Lady Madeline nudge him and he realised that he was standing gawking at the Baron. He quickly composed himself, and decided that until he determined what he was going to do, the best plan was to play along.

The Baron reached over and gently took his hand and kissed it. Altan found himself flushing girlishly as his childhood friend's lips touched his delicate white hand.

The Baron released his hand and gestured towards to entertainment rooms.

"Shall we?" he asked.

Altan, still blushing, nodded his acceptance, and took the Baron's arm and allowed the man to guide him toward the bedrooms.

As he walked, he decided that he had to tell his former friend of his predicament. He was sure that the honourable Baron would help him. He knew it would be embarrassing and humiliating to tell the Baron what had happened to him, but he knew he had to take the chance.

As soon as the door was closed, he began to blurt out his story. The Baron tried to look sceptical as the former prince blurted out his humiliating story. He made the Prince go over the story a few times, and asked some questions to make him prove his identity. Eventually he pretended to let the girl persuade him.

Altan gasped with relief, as the Baron finally seemed to accept his story. For the first time in days, he felt that his situation might have a way out.

The Baron decided that the time had come to offer Altan a way out of the whorehouse. He knew that Altan would accept his terms if it meant escaping from here.

"Well my dearÉer..Altan. I think the first thing is to get you out of here. Go and collect your things, whilst I arrange to pay off your debt." Said the Baron.

"I don't really have any things" replied Altan nervously.

"I see, well we shall have to get you some clothes. I'm sure we can arrange for a dress maker to come to my castle" answered the Baron.

Altan started to protest that he would prefer to wear trousers, but the Baron was already heading for the door. He was sure that he could talk to the Baron later, and persuade him.

The baron was gone for a few minutes. When he returned, he had a long green silk robe that he put around Altan's shoulders.

"Come," he said. "My carriage is just outside".

The journey was a long one, and Altan found that the relief of being rescued had left him exhausted. Without realising it, he slipped off into sleep, and was only awoken as he felt the baron pick him up and carry him into the castle.

He felt a little awkward and embarrassed at being carried, but he could quite think how he could ask the baron to put him down without embarrassing both of them. The Baron carried him straight to a bedroom, and laid him down on the bed. When Altan started to speak, he stopped him and said that he should get some rest and that they would talk in the morning.

As the baron left, two maids appeared with a long silk night-dress. Altan did not want to wear the silken dress, but he didn't want to tell the maids who he was. In the end he decided that it was easier to wear the dress, and then to talk to the baron in the morning. He allowed the maids to slip the dress over his head, and then crawled into bed. He was still tired, and was asleep in minutes.

CHAPTER 7.

When Altan awoke in the morning, he took a deep breath. He felt that the long nightmare was finally coming to an end. He had been so lucky that the baron had found him. He decided that he would make sure that the baron was fully repaid for the huge debt that Altan now owed him.

As he looked around the room, he became aware that it was a girl's room. There were stuffed toys, and the bed had frills and lace. He wondered why the baron had put him in this room, but then decided that it must be because he didn't want Altan's identity to be known.

He got out of bed, and immediately became aware of the silk night-dress. Somehow it embarrassed him more to be wearing women's clothes in his old friends house, than it had before. He got up and wondered what he should do. He decided that the first order of business was to get out of this night-dress, and into some daytime close, preferably some trousers.

He opened the wardrobes and draws, but could only find female clothes. It was so frustrating. He knew that the Baron had meant well, but surely he should have thought to arrange some appropriate clothes.

He was still searching for something to wear, when there was a polite know at the door, and a maid stepped inside the room.

"Good morning, milady" said the girl as she curtseyed.

Altan mumbled a reply, not quite sure how to respond. The Baron had obviously not told his staff who their visitor was.

The maid moved around the room, preparing a bath, and laying out clothes. Altan watched in dismay as the maid laid out a pretty pink dress, with lacy sleeves and tiny satin flowers on the bodice. Eventually, he decided that he had to say something.

"UmmÉ.I don't suppose that I could see the Baron before getting dressed?" he asked.

The maid looked scandalised at the thought of the Baron meeting with a lady in her night-clothes.

"I'm afraid not. The Baron left early this morning. He said that he had to see the other members of the Alorian council about something. He did say to look after you, and he did leave you this note." Said the maid fishing into her apron. She produced a letter, and handed it to Altan.

Altan ripped the envelope open, and quickly read the contents.

"My old friend,

I have left to talk to the remaining members of the Alorian council. Hopefully they will believe who you are, and will summon a council meeting.

In the meantime, it is essential that we keep your identity a secret. You must remain at my castle, and must not draw attention to yourself. I have taken the liberty of spreading the word that you are my fiance, it should help stop rumours.

I should return within two weeks.

Regards your loyal servant.

Baron Vord"

Altan sighed to himself. The Baron made sense, he had to hide from the Warlord, but it meant that for the next week he would have to pretend to be the Baron's lover, and he had to remain inconspicuous. He looked again at the frilly pink dress lying on the bed. Oh well, he thought, two weeks wouldn't be too bad, and then hopefully the Alorian council would be able to find a way to transform him back to his original body.

He nodded to the maid, and slowly began to undress for his bath.

The next week passed slowly, and for most of it he was terribly bored. The maids assumed that he would be happy to spend the time with women's pastimes, and he soon found himself sewing flowers onto petticoats.

He tried to go riding, thinking that it would, at least, be a more masculine pursuit, but he soon found himself wearing a feminine riding coat, and being helped on his horse....side saddle!

Each day the maids laid out beautiful gowns that would have thrilled a young lady who was betrothed to a wealthy Baron, but to Altan it was all very embarrassing. The maids insisted that he be measured for new dresses, and he found himself spending hours dressed only in his underwear, as the maids fussed around him.

With no male interests, he soon found himself falling more into his role, and often caught himself behaving naturally as a female. His life as a male seemed to slip further away from him, and it almost seemed like a dream now. He was so used to wearing silk dresses and lacy underwear that he found it difficult to remember what it had been like to wear armour and rough masculine clothes.

The maids also liked to gossip, and they pressed him for details of his relationship with the Baron. Knowing that he had to keep up the pretence, Altan was forced to make up stories of the Baron's courtship, and insist that he longed for the Baron to return. He told of the Barons passionate embrace, and how he loved him dearly.

By the second week he was actively participating in the dressmaking, and

was even making suggestions of how to improve the designs. He found it

quite fun to try on different clothes, and to be involved in the female circle of

gossip. He allowed the maids to give him different hairstyles, and to try out new make up styles on him. He was quite shocked when one day he realised that he had not thought about being a male all day.

The second week passed quite quickly, and he was almost surprised when the maid came to his room to inform him that the baron had returned. He quickly allowed the maid to dress him in a pretty blue satin dress, and then rushed downstairs as fast as his petticoats would allow.

When he entered the room with the Baron, the man immediately stood and embraced him.

"My love", said the Baron. "I have missed you so much"

Altan was very shocked when the man then kissed him passionately. However, he realised that this would be normal behaviour for a man returning to his loving fiance, and so submitted to the ardent kiss. By the time the Baron released him, he felt quite breathless and weak at the knees.

The Baron smiled at the slight flush on Altan's pretty female face, and decided to make the humiliation even worse.

"My dear," he said. "You are even more beautiful than I remembered."

The sight of Altan blushing even further rewarded him.

Altan squirmed in the Barons arms, and finally broke free.

"How did your meeting with the council go, my lord?" he asked pointedly.

The Baron nodded to the servants, indicating that he wanted to be alone. After a few moments the servants had left the room, quietly closing the door behind them. When they were alone, the Baron turned back to Altan.

"Sorry about that, but we had to make it look convincing" he said.

Altan nodded, but he still felt slightly flushed.

"However, I have some bad news," continued the Baron. I have spoken with the best wizards in Aloria, and the general verdict seems to be that the spell is permanent. I'm afraid that you may never regain your former body."

Altan sat down heavily. He had dreaded this news. He felt quite faint with shock. He tried to take deep breaths, but was prevented by his tight corset. Slowly everything went black, and he fainted into the baron's arms.

The Baron could hardly stop himself from laughing out loud. Here was the great Prince Altan, dressed in women's clothes and prettily fainting. A more feminine response to the news could hardly be imagined. Of course, he had bribed a number of wizards to make such a statement. The council had not thought to check. The Baron was supposed to be Prince Altan's friend, why would he lie? He carried the female prince across the room, and laid him down on the couch.

When Altan slowing regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the couch, with the Baron sat beside him. He felt slightly dizzy, and very frail.

"What happened?" he asked weakly.

You fainted, I'm afraid" replied the Baron. "I'm sure the news was quite a shock. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Altan closed his eyes, and heard the Baron's words again "..you may never regain your former body."

"What am I going to do?" he asked helplessly.

The Baron had been waiting for this moment. Altan was at his weakest now, and would probably seize any opportunity to hold onto some part of his former life.

"You are still the only remaining member of the Royal family, you could still lead our country. I would support your claim" said the Baron.

Altan shook his head.

"Thank you my old friend, but the council will never follow a woman, even if she was formerly a man!" he replied sadly.

The Baron pretended to think for a moment.

"There is another option, but I'm almost too ashamed to say," he said carefully.

"Tell me," ordered Altan. "It can't make things any worse."

The Baron nodded reluctantly.

"Well," he started. "You are right, the council will not follow a woman, that would go against all our peoples customs. What we need therefore, is someone who could be a front man for you. It would have to be someone you trust, who could follow your orders and rule for you."

Altan though about that idea. It made sense, but it would have to be someone he could trust completely. He knew that someone had betrayed his war plans to the enemy, and that person had to have been on the council. Therefore he couldn't trust any of them. On the other hand, the Baron had rescued him, and seemed to be doing everything he could to help. Maybe the Baron could front for him?

"Why would the council follow that person though?" asked Altan.

"The person would need some moral authority to lead. Without a member of the royalty to lead us, our people will fragment into petty factions. The front man would need to have a link to royalty to unite the people," said the Baron.

"But I'm the only member of the royalty left, no one else has any links to the Royalty," said Altan in a confused voice.

"That is true, therefore, the only answer to for you to create a link. My prince, you need to marry!"

"MARRY!!??!!!" shouted Altan. "You have to be joking, I don't intend to be anyone's wife."

"Of course not," said the Baron brusquely. "That would be understood. But the marriage would be in name only. The man would gain the moral authority, and you would gain indirect power to the country again."

Altan shook his head.

"I'm not sure, I need time to think about it," He said slowly.

"Of course," replied the Baron. "You are welcome to stay here for as long as you wish. However, you should be aware that the longer you delay, the more our people fragment, and the more difficult it will be to regain control. It is your duty to do what is right for the people."

Altan shook his head in confusion. It had all happened too fast, and he had not been able to consider what had happened to him objectively. He had to do what was right for his people, but he couldn't think straight. In desperation, he turned to the Baron.

"Tell me what to do" he begged.

The Baron looked into Altan's pretty green eyes.

"Marry me, " he said. "I will rule for you, and put you in your rightful place."

Altan hesitated, still unsure what to do.

"It's your duty to your people. Remember your oath!" insisted the Baron.

The word "duty" broke through Altan's daze. All this had begun because he had a duty. If he failed now, then all he had gone through would have been worthless. Almost as if it were a dream, he heard himself speaking.

"Yes, I will marry you!"

CHAPTER 8

Altan stood outside the chapel, with his bridesmaids fussing around him, arranging his long silken train. He was dressed in his stunningly beautiful wedding dress, moments away from marrying the Baron.

He thought back over the events of the last week, and wondered again if he was doing the right thing. After he had accepted the baron's proposal, the whole house had become a hive of activity to prepare for the wedding.

Somehow he had found that after accepting the Baron's proposal, any control he had over the situation had slipped slowly away. The Baron had subtly taken complete control, and he had been relegated to watching helplessly as everything was organised around him. He had found himself begging the Baron to be allowed to wear male clothes, but the Baron had refused saying that he still needed to be hidden from the Warlord. He had insisted that once they were married and the rebellion had begun, then he would be allowed to wear trousers again. He had argued, but somehow it was as if he had already surrendered his power to the man. He eventually gave in, and spent the rest of the week dressed in pretty silken skirts, corsets and lingerie.

There had been a number of council meetings at the Baron's castle, but Altan had not been admitted to their proceedings. The Baron had explained that the council would not accept women in the decision making. However, he insisted that he was fighting for what Altan wanted. Altan was therefore forced to wait outside, dressed in feminine clothes for the Baron to emerge.

With his impending marriage to the Alorian royalty, the Baron had quickly assumed control of the council. It had been easy to mould the council's policies, and to keep them away from the former prince. As soon as the marriage was complete, he would be the legal ruler of the country, and then he could drop his pretence to Altan. He was looking forward to his wedding night, when he would again be able to sample the delights of Altan's helpless feminine body.

Another argument had arisen over the wedding itself. Altan wanted a small

ceremony, with only a few witnesses, but the Baron had insisted that to make

the people follow him, and larger ceremony would be necessary. He had also

insisted that Altan wear a traditional wedding gown, with a long bustle and

train. Altan had protested, but the Baron had insisted saying that it was

important that they stick to the traditions of his people in this time of trouble. He had used the same argument over the vows that they would make. Altan had wanted to simply vow to be faithful to the marriage, but the Baron had insisted on the old wording, where Altan would pledge to "Give all that was his", and to "Love, honour and obey". Eventually Altan had agreed to wear the gown, as long as he swore his own vows. The only other argument that Altan had won, was in the choice of his bridesmaid. Even there, he had only been able to pick one, and for some strange reason he had decided to pick Serana from Lady Madeline's establishment.

The bridesmaids continued to fuss around him, and he was reminded of the many hours that he had spent modelling for the dressmakers.

The dress was truly stunning. Made from the finest pure white silk, it ran low over his shoulders with an exquisite lacy fringe and pretty puffy sleeves. It had a very tight bodice, which was covered in sparkling pearls. His waist was tiny, since the maids had laced him tightly into a corset. He wasn't sure whether his breathlessness was due to the impending wedding, or the tightness of his corset. His breasts had been lifted by the corset and dress, presenting an impressive cleavage. The dress had a full skirt, with many petticoats and a tight satin underskirt. The outer skirt had been gathered up prettily, looping around the dress and edged with lace and pearls. Finally, there was a full bustle and a long train. His face was covered with a light veil, and he was wearing a pretty white silk and lace bow in his long flowing hair. He was wearing the Baron's family jewellery. Matching pearl necklace, earrings and bracelets adorned his beautiful body. In short, he looked every inch the perfect blushing bride. The maids had given him a slight blush when they had done his make up, and he knew that it made him look particularly vulnerable.

He couldn't quite believe that he was doing this. He had always intended to marry, but he had never once thought that it would be him as the bride wearing the beautiful gown. Yet here he was, the picture of every man's fantasy, preparing to walk up the isle dressed in a beautiful princess's wedding gown.

He heard the music start inside, and he knew that any second the door would open and he would be led inside by his bridesmaids. Serana took her place beside him, dressed in a pretty pink bridesmaid's dress. She looked over and smiled in encouragement.

"Don't worry," she said. "It's not as if you don't know him."

"What do you mean?" whispered back Altan.

"At Lady Madeline's," whispered Serana in reply as the doors swung open.

Before Altan could reply, he found himself walking slowly up the isle towards the priest and his soon-to-be husband. What did Serana mean, thought Altan? The only time he had met the Baron at Madeline's was when he had rescued him.

Before he could think of an answer, he had arrived at the altar. The Baron reached across and gently lifted the veil from his face.

"You look beautiful," he whispered truthfully.

Altan could feel himself blushing prettily, as the Baron's eyes devoured his silk clad form. Before he could form a reply, the elderly priest began the service.

Much of the service was a blur to Altan. All he could think of was the shame of appearing before all his people dressed as a female, and pledging himself to the baron. Serana's last words kept coming back to him, but he could not think why they were important. Finally the moment of truth arrived. He listened as the Baron swore his vows.

"Do you, Baron Vord of Aloria hearby swear that you will keep and protect Princess Elana of Aloria. If you should fail in this vow, then all the power of the gods will turn against you" intoned the priest.

"I do," answered the Baron in a strong voice.

Altan looked up in surprise. He had wanted his real name to be used in this ceremony, but the priest had just called him Princess Elana. If he swore this vow, it would mean he had accepted this new feminine name. However, before he could do anything, the priest had turned to him.

"Do you Princess Elana of Aloria swear to love, honour and obey Baron

Vord. Forsaking your own possessions, and give all that is yours to him? If you should fail in this vow, then all the power of the gods will turn against you" intoned the priest "

Altan hesitated, unsure what to do. This was not what he had agreed with the Baron. These were the traditional vows of a wife to her husband.

He looked at the Baron in confusion, but the Baron just shrugged his shoulders indicating that the priest had got the vows wrong. He nodded to Altan to continue anyway.

Altan hesitated even more. This wasn't what he wanted. In desperation he looked at Serana, but she didn't know what was wrong and just nodded in encouragement. He could hear the congregation growing restless with his delay. He had to make a decision. He knew that if he refused the make the vow, it would destroy the Baron's hold on the council, and the council itself would fragment. His hopes of a united Aloria against the Warlord would be over. He looked again at the Baron, who nodded encouragingly. Finally, his heading still spinning in confusion, he made his decision.

"I do," he said in a small feminine voice.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride" pronounced the priest.

Originally Altan, now Elana, had not wanted to include this part of the ceremony, but he suddenly found himself in the Baron's arms, a passionate kiss on his lips. He tried to break away, but the Baron held him tightly. He didn't want to struggle too hard in front of the congregation, and so he was forced to submit to the embrace.

Eventually the Baron broke off, and allowed him the step back. He took Elana by the hand and led her down the isle. Elana found herself blushing as the congregation clapped and commented how pretty she was. Eventually they reached the end, and passed through the door leaving them alone. Elana turned to the Baron angrily.

"That wasn't the ceremony we agreed on!" she raged.

"Now, now Elana, don't get so uptight." He soothed.

"Don't call me that, my name is Altan" argue the former prince.

"No it isn't," returned the Baron in a hard voice. "When you swore that oath, you took that name. I expect you to behave properly princess."

"What do you mean?" whispered Elana suddenly scared.

The Baron moved forward and seized the beautiful but scared princess.

"You voluntarily promised, under threat from the gods, to love, honour and obey me. I now have your title and kingdom. Tonight you can make good your promise to love. I enjoyed you at Lady Madeline's, but now you're mine alone. You used to look down on me when you were a prince, but you have now vowed to obey me. Therefore, my first order to you is to call yourself Elana. You are my wife and you will act as such. From now until the day you die, I want to see you only in dresses and skirts and acting in a feminine manner. I will enjoy you whenever I wish, and as my wife you will do your best to please me. Don't worry, I will protect you. After all, you are going to be the mother of my children."

He suddenly pulled Elana forward into a tight embrace, and kissed her passionately, his hands roaming over her soft silk clad feminine body. Physically dominated, and constrained by her vow, Elana's resistance faded and she allowed the man to kiss her. In her mind, her last thoughts of resistance disappeared, and she finally accepted her new position. Prince Altan was gone, only Princess Elana remained. Tears flowed down her pretty face as the Baron lifted her and carried her from the chapel towards her new life in his bedchambers.

  

  

  

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