Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 12:36:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteelecfw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Idle Prince Four

The Escape
by Sasha Steele

    Narcissian lay naked with his legs spread. His
face was buried in a puffy pillow, and his fists
clenched the satin sheet of the soft bed upon which he
was sprawled. He arched his back, raising his round
backside to Nefertiti.

    Nefertiti was a black Saharian princess who's
country had been taken by the Empire many years
before. And, although, now nothing more than a slave
girl, Nefertiti lived in the lap of luxury. A
condition unknown to her country. Nefertiti liked her
life of luxury, and liked nothing more than to service
her master.

    Nefertiti's straight black hair was pulled tight
into a ponytail that fell upon her mid-back as she
tilted her face toward the ceiling. Kneeling behind
Narcissian her dark-skinned legs crossed those of her
master and the troubled look upon her beautiful face
belied the pleasure she felt as her long black cock
penetrated deep inside his ass.

    Fucking her master slow and easy the beautiful
shemale slave girl held off cumming for as long as she
could. Each time she withdrew herself to drive her
cock back into him Narcissian he would moan into the
pillow. Then, on the brink, Nefertitti began to
climax. Her undulating motions became desperate
causing a smacking sound as her flat abdomen slapped
against Narcissian's soft backside.

    Grasping Narcissian's hips, Nefertitti pulled his
ass into her holding him there as she arched her own
hips forward to penetrate as deep as she possibly
could. "Arrrrrrr," Nefertitti cried out as she shot
her heavy load into him, "arrrrrrrrrrrr."

    Deep inside his bowels Narcissian felt the heat
and pressure of Nefertitti's hot cum as she shot her
load into him. Taking hold of his throbbing erection
he masturbated blowing his load on the satin sheets at
the same time she came in his asshole.

    Following his early morning fuck, Narcissian,
Ambassador to the Empire, was bathed, dressed, and fed
his breakfast before going out onto the deck. Standing
at the rail as his vessel reached shore the slight
breeze blew loose strands of Narcissian's long
white-blond hair across his beautiful face and lifted
the back of his short skirt exposing the seat of his
white panties.

    The Ambassador wore a white-satin mini dress for
travel purposes, leaving his soft golden-tanned arms,
shoulders, and legs bare. Its lose flaring skirt was
edged in gold as was the plunging neckline of its
gathered bodice. His brassier and panties matched the
color of the dress. All else was gold - the thin belt
he wore, the five inch high heel sandals whose straps
buckled above his ankles, his many earrings,
necklaces, and bracelets, and the jewelled headdress
worn on his forehead as a hair band, which peaked down
in a V to just above his arched eyebrows and again in
front of his ears.

    The Ambassador's lone vessel landed on the Ardine
shore, his fleet lying in wait just over the horizon.
The Empire had been at war with Ardinia, and because
of the death of their king this meeting had been
arranged with his successor. Invasion of Ardinia by
the Empire would be stalled pending its outcome, or so
the new king, Dharmana, thought. Ambassador Narcissian
had an alternative motive for being here.

    Narcissian's entourage arrived at the castle and
were assigned quarters. The Ambassador was given time
to freshen up before his audience with the king. A
great banquet was to follow the meeting. Then finally,
face to face, the new king was immediately taken by
the Ambassador to the Empire's beauty.

    Narcissian came by his blond beauty through royal
Napathian blood line. He had changed clothing, now
wearing a pink mini dress with a very short flaring
skirt, the dress reminiscent of a tutu as worn by the
ballet dancers of Kalmar. His long white hair was in a
loose style that hung past his bare shoulders. His
makeup light and pinkish. His jewelry white-gold.

    Narcissian wore pink sandals with five inch heels
and beige nylon stalkings drawn up high on his smooth
thighs. The stalkings were held up with pink garters
that showed beneath the Ambassador's tiny flaring
skirt as did the bulging cock-pouch of his pink
panties.

    Dharmana felt a stirring below his skirt as the
Ambassador pinched the folds of his skirt and stepping
back placed his right foot behind the left, bending at
the knees as he bowed in an elegant curtsy to the
king.

    Narcissian knew the effect he had on the king. He
felt Dharmana's eyes burning into him and could almost
see his pulse race as they talked affairs of state and
later as they sat facing each other at the banquate
table. And the Ambassador used it to his advantage.

    Talk finished for the day, the last glass of wine
drank, King Dharmana bid his guest good night. "Until
tomorrow then," he said, adding, "let me walk you to
your apartments." With that the king raised out his
hand with his palm turned down. Narcissian placed his
own hand on the back of the king's and they walked
together through the great hall to the Ambassador's
apartments.

     At the door Narcissian turned toward the king who
seized him in his arms kissing him deeply. Narcissian
felt the king's hard cock under his heavy skirt
pressing into his own erection. "Come inside," he
invited the king.

    They embraced and kissed a while longer, then
entered the bedroom and before too long Narcissian's
panties were off. He lay on his back on the bed. His
beautiful stiff cock, its nine inches rising toward
his head set onto the layered folds of his upturned
skirt.

    The king drew the front portion of his long skirt
aside and freed his hard cock. He lay on top of
Narcissian, kissing him while kneading his cock with
his own. Then went to down to Narcissian's cock. He
took it in hand masturbating his guest before sucking
him off.

     His royal head, crown and all, bobbing up and
down King Dharmana slowly brought Narcissian to
orgasm. Dharmana was good, drawing his mouth up to the
cock head then back down till his chin touched upon
Narcissian's bald scrotum. Narcissian moaned with
every stroke. Soon he would come in the king's mouth.

    When that moment arrived Narcissian arched his
back, and grasping hold of the king by the head he let
out a long sign of relief as his hot juices lubricated
Dharmana's throat.

    The king lifted Narcissian's nylon clad legs
bending them back toward his head to open his ass
hole. Positioning himself Dharmana leaned into him and
guided his cock to its new home. Narcissian gasp as he
felt king Dharmana's huge cock enter him. Mmmmmmmmmm,
it felt soo good.

    Dharmana fucked his guest, slowly at first, then
aggressively as he brought himself to climax.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He shouted as he
came in Narcissian's ass.

    Narcissian took hold of the king by the back of
his neck drawing him to his lips. They kissed long,
and in his ecstasy King Dharmana never even felt the
slight scratch on the back of his neck from one of the
ambassador's diamond rings that, in all the heavy
action, had got turned around.

    "Until tomorrow then," the king said kissing
Narcissian one last time.

    "Until tomorrow," Narcissian repeated. Then King
Dharmana left not knowing that he would never see
tomorrow.

    Nefertitti, who had been watching from the
shadows, went to her master. Her jealousy showed as
did the bulge of her stiff cock in the short skirt of
her khaki mini dress. The ambassador ignored this. She
knelt. He stepped into his panties. She drew them up
adjusting them on his hips and adjusting his cock to
its proper position in the cock-pouch.

    "Well?" Narcissian asked.

    "All is in readiness, Master. The Prince awaits at
your convenience. His apartments lie beyond the west
wall of the courtyard where he is imprisoned."

    "There is found a way in then?"

    "Yes, Master."

    The Empire had many spies, and Prince Manakan
himself had many allies. And so, an escape plan had
been set in motion. Narcissian knew, when entering the
prince's boudoir unannounced, that he may catch him at
an inopportune time, but time was of the essence.

    When first he entered, the prince was sitting with
six chamber maids attending him.  Narcissian saw
immediately that reports of the prince's enormity had
not been exaggerated, nor had they of his exotic
beauty. Would such cumbersome weight compromise the
escape? He looked to the six chamber maids. Even in
their scanty black uniform dresses they looked capable
enough, every man as heavily muscled as any
professional warrior.

    Sitting down, the prince's hulking body took on
the shape of a pyramid. He wore a flowing black dress
that left his enormous arms and shoulders bare but for
its thin straps and the straps of the black brassier
worn beneath. His long black hair held back at the
forehead with a small black stone crown otherwise
flowed in curled tresses down his broad back.

    His fat, yet beautiful, face was heavily made up
with dark eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick,
and it was adorned with black stone studs as were his
ears. Jewelry of every description dripped from his
fat
fingers, thumbs, and wrists, and, unseen by
Narcissian, a black-stone beaded cock ring. On his
heavy chest, above the low neckline of his dress, was
an elaborate black stone necklace.

    Prince Manakan's chest heaved. There was a
strained look on his face. And hearing him make a low
guttural sound all at once Narcissian realized the
prince was in the midst of moving his bowels. Too
late, he turned to leave.

    Manakan looked up. He was breathing heavily from
his efforts. "Do my toiletries disgust you?
Narcissian." The prince made another effort.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

    "No, Your Highness."

    "Then, nnnnnnnn, face me, nnnnnnnn."

    Narcissian turned and curtsied to the prince. The
chambermaid who had been kneeling before the prince
got up with the princes urinal vase, removing it to
the side. A extremely large pair black panties lay
stretched a yard or more across the carpet.

    The prince's skirts had been dropped back in front
and now rested on his massive wide-spread knees, only
his fat feet clad in black stalkings and black leather
high heel shoes showed. The back of the dress skirt,
though, was still held out of the way by a chamber
maid either side.

    "Nnnnnnnn. You have come to rescue me.  Nnnnnnnn,"
Prince Manakan puffed, still struggling with his
motion.

    "Yes, Your Highness."

    "I surrender myself to the empire. Nnnnnnnnn."
Manakan sat quite a moment, regaining his breath.
"Finished," he said to his chamber maids. The one who
had been hidden behind the prince's bulk stood with
the  gilded fecal tray and Prince Manakan nodded his
approval of the large pile of royal excrement
simmering on it.

    A chamber maid knelt down taking up the panties
and helped the prince into them. Two other chamber
maids took his arms assisted him to his feet, then
held out his skirts while his panties were adjusted
onto his rotund body.

    "We must leave at Once," Narcissian said.

    "Yes. Or my loving cousin will have my head," the
prince said. "I am ready."

    The fools, Ambassador Narcissian thought, just
four remaining of the Royal House of Ardine (three
very soon), and the seek to eradicate one of their
own. "We shall go at once then, Your Highness." He
curtsied. The prince was helped onto his transport bed
and taken away.