Escaping Emstallach (closed for KingCorto)

[KingCorto]

After stumbling through the corridors for a while and taking a couple of wrong turns, they found the banquet hall in which the party was just starting. Heads certainly turned as they entered. The male population was taken by the skimpy angel, and the female that huge demon. And admittedly, there were also some cross overs, men and women looking lustfully at the two of them alike.

There were werewolves, Robin Hoods, Jesters, Magician, Knights and Maidens there. Napoleon was there, and so was Cleopatra, two of her, actually, and there were other demons and angels too. The room was crowded. Alexandr stayed close behind Victoria overlooking the situation. The room was huge, there were large open spaces for people to mingle talk and dance, and along the walls were corridors leading into dark and shadows, for anyone desiring privacy of a sort. They stood at the top of the stairs to the main area. And then he saw him; Rox! He hadn’t seen them yet, and for that Alex was glad.

He leant over Vicki and pointed discreetly, “look, our friend,” he waited until she’d spotted him, in his un-hooded Batman suit. Alex looked around, “unless we wanna strike up another conversation with our ‘friend’, I suggest we slip away.” Alex took Vicki’s hand, “come,” he said, “down this way.” And he lead her to the side of the stairs, and into one of the dark and narrow corridors.

 

[Evayla]

The room was overwhelming.
Not only was it many times bigger than the closed off ballrooms she had visited in her lifetime, the amount of people was staggering! Her eyes moved over all the colours and shapes of the diverse costumes, although it was funny to see how many of the same archetypes were walking around.

Vicki could not help but giggle. With Alex at her back she felt a lot better than if she had had to walk in here alone. The eyes moving over them were felt, though, feeding the restlessness she had been feeling all evening.

Alex pointed out Rox. Victoria groaned. "No, not him again!" She all but dove away at the sight, definitely up for taking Alex' suggestion to get out of here.

"Wait! We can't just walk out! We need to stay in the building or either change back!" She said quickly, once they entered those corridors. "Who knows where this will lead?"

Alright, now she just sounded like a wuss.
And she had promised herself not to become a wuss like her sisters.

"Never mind. Who knows what other secrets this house has to offer, right?" Fake boldness, moving on ahead. Boy, was she glad he was holding her hand!

Alex might feel her palm become a little sweaty as they moved through the relative darkness, away from the big lights of the banquet hall. "I think these might be servant's corridors." She all but whispered. "Perhaps this is where they bring in all the food. Oh, I would kill for a burger right now..."

Not only was she holding the hand of her bodyguard, she had just admitted to enjoying lower class snacks. The princess bit her lip. Things were going to be rather difficult once they had to get back into their roles back home.

A sudden loud cough took her off guard!
She all but yelped and jumped up against Alex, grabbing his...nope, not a handy loose shirt, he was in a very, very tight suit...her hand encountered his hard abs.

More coughing...followed by a slurred voice. "Wwwwhatz the trouble now, huh? Can't a g-goblin get some sleepz?" And indeed, someone resembling an oversized green goblin -complete with a matching clover leaf hat- blocked their path. Apparently one of the guests had already been having a really good time, booze-wise.

The princess felt utterly silly. Being scared off by a masked guest! Ridiculous! She straightened her back and got her wings out of Alex' armpit. "Out of the way. We're coming through."

The goblin looked up at the pair. "Lookatit!" He laughed. "Now I gotta chooooze, huh? You gonna be on my leffft sh-side, demon? You...oh YOU can come sh-sit on my shoulder, cuuuuutey. And then you" He waved a finger at the both of them. "Are supposed to WHISHPER in my ear shooooo I can choose what to do, huh? Sh-should I shtay....or go. GOOO!" A melodramatic wave with his entire arm.
He smelled.
Bad.

 

[KingCorto]

Alexandr grinned in disbelief at the state of the poor man. Drunk, unkept and incoherent. He had no respect for that at all, however, he also felt pity for such a sorry existence. Well, well, he thought, focusing most of his attention on the corridor behind the goblin, who did himself not induce any form of increased emergency levels in the royal bodyguard. The threat assessment of the goblin was like, we, no threat at all.

Still, the job description was not only to protect the princess from danger, but it was also to keep her away from any form of discomfort, and now that goblin had come inside their comfort zone. Their sensor zone. The drunk was smelling on her royal highness, and Alex would have nothing of it. The goblin staggered towards them, and as he did, Alex stepped forth with resolution, wrestle-grabbed him around the lower waist, the goblins balance was already tipping forward, so as Alex rose high from his crouching stride, the goblin lifted with him, high in the air, and with a seemingly effortless swing, Alex lobbed the man up and backward, into the corridor from where they’d just come, with a surprised grumble turned shriek, the goblin-man flew down it, landing, fortunately, on his chest and lower arms, sliding along the floor, before scrambling up on all four and dashing away as fast as his short arms and legs could carry him.

Alex didn’t pause to glance at Vicki, his eyes were on the next bend of the corridor, and now he raised his hand in a ‘silent’ gesture to her, “Hush,” he whispered under his breath, “I hear something”. From around the corner came a static chatter, then, “Yes... No...” More static, “Yes... I know... No... I don’t know...” Chatter, “No, I don’t know how he got in, I was here all the time...” Pause. “Yes, No... Yes... Yes... Yes... He’s out of here now... Yes... No, I don’t think he bothered anyone... No, I’m not sure what he saw... Ok... Roger that... Roger.” Then it was silent.

That was the kind of conversations that Alex knew. That was a bodyguard or something, a professional at work. Well, he thought again, talking to peers should be possible, so, taking Vicki’s hand again, he strode around the bend and into the corridor from which the sounds had come.

Before them was the end of the corridor, and at the end of that, a huge metal door. In front of the door stood a huge man. Not as huge as Alex, but still huge. He was in a black suit like those Alex would normally use, and he had a stereotypical plug in his ear, extending to a small mic down his chin. Cliche, Alex though. I probably look like that, if people even notice me, well, now I’m a demon, better enjoy it while it lasts.

“Stop right there!” The guard said as they came into sight, “VIP only! Please return to the main floor!” Alex held out a hand to stop Vicki as he also did so himself. Surprisedly, he noticed a tingle as his fingers felt the side of her tummy, her curves, he hadn’t meant to actually caress her, but she’d been moving, and bumped into him. She stopped obediently, though, and Alex held his hand in place, kinda cherishing the feel of her under the skimpy costume.

“We are VIP, friend,” Alex smiled, holding his free hand in a pacifying gesture, “Wait a second.” He then slid of his backpack and opened it, brought out Vicki’s handbag. “You’ve got some credentials, right? Bring them out, and we’ll see if we can get into these back quarter parties, whatever’s going on in there. And don’t worry, I know his kind, he’d die before telling anyone he met a real princess down here.”

 

[Evayla]

Oh, dear god. That filthy man was dead drunk! Vicktoria looked at him with disdain. As the goblin came too close for comfort, she intended to step back, but instead her personal demon stepped forward and all but launched the drunk!

The princess felt like applauding! But...that would not be royal, would it? She kept it to praise instead. "Well done! Thank you. Ugh, that smell!" She waved a hand in front of her nose, yet next Alex hushed her!

Vicki fell silent, trying to pick up on what it was he was hearing. Some kind of one sided conversation? Was this person talking about the goblin? Or...about them? No, singular, so it had to be about the drunk.

Alex stopped. The girl almost bumped into him. His hand was a nice bumper, though. Warm too. Comfortable.
It was a good thing he was not looking back, because that flush was returning to her face. VIP access? Now that sounded promising! Better than the main floor, at least. She was supposed to show her colours now, hm? Very well, she'd be Princess with a capital P.

"I am disappointed that apparently not all servants were informed of my coming." She stated coldly, reaching out with a hand to receive her bag from Alex. "I would have expected a warmer welcome. There shall be words about this."

Once she had her bag, Vicki grabbed her ID and handed it to Alex with a bored look on her face. She refused to interact with this rude local.

 

[KingCorto]

Alexandr held out the ID card, and what an elaborate card it was, it’s woven gold strings almost illuminating the dim lit corridor. It was almost like the bouncer flinched when looking at it, so elaborate it could only be owned by the Princess of Emstallach. He looked at Vicki, then the card, then her again, up at Alex, back to the card, and to her. Then he swallowed deep, stuttered, “Apologies, madam,” he shook his head vigorously, “no, I mean, I’m sorry again, I mean your holiness! No! Argh, your worshipfulness, no! Argh!” the man was bewildered, and Alex leant in towards him, “you mean, your majesty, right?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s it, your majesty,” he bowed deep to Vicki, “You are welcomed of course, it’s our honour as hosts!”

Silence for a second, then he looked at Alex, more composed now, “And you, sir? Majesty?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No.” Alex simply responded, “No ID, no stature, but I’m going where she goes.” Pointing to Vicki.

The bouncer looked at them, back and forth, then nodded, “Yes, yes, of course, the accompanying patron desk is right inside, they’ll sort it out.” Then he slid the door open, bowing deep, again.

They stepped inside. It was dark, some sort of a reception area, like a theatre. The entrance to what seemed the main space cloaked behind deep red velvet drapes, to the side was a desk, it said ‘Accompanying Patrons’. So, they approached it.

The lady behind the counter was dressed in a long, golden silk robe, she nodded politely to them as they drew close, “Accompanying patron?” She smiled, “Him to you, your majesty,” she turned humbly towards Vicki, “Your arrival has been announced, Princess of Emstallach.”

Without waiting, she reached under the desk, and pulled out a heavy wood box, opened it, and brought out a gold, diamond clad collar, handed it to Vicki, “Put that on, your majesty, and there’s nothing you can’t do here.” Then she looked at Alex, before bringing out a much larger, less luxurious box, placed it on the table, “Now,” looking at Vicki, “to what level would you like to elevate your protégé here?”

The box lid slid back, revealing three collars, all with labels and price tags. In the middle was a metal collar, with ornaments. It read ‘Protected’, and the price was 1.000$. To the right was one that read ‘Exalted’, in bright white silver with some inlay jade, priced at 10.000$. To the left was ‘Enslaved’, a wooden collar band, priced at 100$.

 

[Evayla]

The more she walked around with this supposed gorilla, the more she could admire his ways with people. It was actually funny to see the reactions of others to her bodyguard, especially after they were trying to deny her something.
Anything.

This was her night, her chance. She deserved this!

No stature? Ah, he still knew his place then, even after that seriously ridiculous scene in the clothing room.

The young woman walked in, taking in the surroundings. It smelled like a secret party. It looked like a secret party. It might just be her very first party without her family hanging around to remind her of her standing!

The expensive looking collar was accepted with a little nod. Inwardly however, she cheered! Anything she wanted to do, hm? Oh my! Nerves vied with excitement over taking their place inside of her.

Another box was brought over. Price tags were assessed. Vicki pouted her lips ever so slightly, tapping her finger on them in thought. The labels were making her wonder about the kind of party this was. Enslaved? Really?

Well, technically he already was, of course. But what if that meant he had to obey others? Oh no, no no. That was not going to happen. Definitely not the wooden collar. He was her bodyguard, no one elses!

Victoria did not stop to think about the sudden surge of protectiveness she felt over the man. She was already wrapping her mind over the other two. The 'protected' status made sense, but...then she would really be robbing him of possibilities he had more or less earned by helping her escape.

She looked at Alex, wondering about his reaction to this odd box. Her hand wavered over the wooden one, just to get a look at his face. Slowly she moved over to protected, seemingly grabbing it, but then decided on exalted.

The money she could not care less about. But this way she could be sure she was the only one with ordering rights over him!
If she understood everything correctly, that was.
After all, her band was gold.

"Exalted." She mentioned. A nice little gesture to hold over his head later on when she wanted something.

 

[KingCorto]

Alex breathed a sigh of relief as Vicki picked the Exalted one. He hadn’t been too worried about the slave option, but admittedly, the other two cost a pretty penny. He still had no idea what this was all about, used for, but Exalted must be the best. Nothing like the one she wore, though. That was very exclusive.

It was then that he noticed the lady behind the counter looking curiously at them. The money, he thought. Vicki probably had wads of them, but as far as Alex knew, she wasn’t all that used to handling them. For all he knew, she didn’t know how. She did do a lot of shopping for sure, but someone else always came up behind to settle the bill. Now she was on her own, with him, who certainly was not used to paying anything.

Still holding her bag, he dug his hand into it, and soon felt a thick wad of paper. That must be it, and sure enough, out he pulled a wrapped bunch of hundreds, pulling out about a third made it 10.000 which he slammed on the counter, and turned away, donning his new collar.

He took Vicki by the arm, and lead her in confident strides through the curtains, which opened onto a big but intimate hall, exclusively decorated in gold, silk and velour, that played host to a variety of spectacles.

There were a few dozen people. Here as outside, dressed up for carnival. Some, though, could hardly be described as dressed at all. Some of the costumes was minimal. The all wore collars, most were of the three variants that they’d been offered, some were more special, but none like the one Vicki wore.

As they stood and took it all in, Vicki was getting some attention. Several attendants, men and women, were flocking around them, looking at them, mostly her, curiously, anticipatingly, maybe sexually? It seemed so.

“It’s like they say, princess,” Alex whispered to her, “You can probably take your pick or picks right her and now.” Alex was wondering if Vicki was gonna let herself go anytime soon, or if she was gonna stay the pretty princess through the entire night of freedom.

 

[Evayla]

He sounded relieved.
Now that was funny.
Victoria eyed the bodyguard up and down. Was he actually nervous about being here? She had not thought anything could get to him.
Perhaps it was the unknown.
Now there she could agree with him.

Much to her pleasure the man managed the money as she had expected him to. Alex taking her arm was a definite bonus. She was starting to rely on that elegant confidence of his. It made it easier to keep her mask on.

Her eyes took in the abundance of riches. There were quite a few people but it was not as crowded as the party they had skipped. She felt strange under their scrutiny and quite...exposed.

Again the young woman wondered why she insisted on being so stupidly stubborn! She could have picked any outfit and no one would have stopped her!

Still, from the looks of it she actually fitted in here, at least where it came to clothing choices.

No one knew her here. They only knew her rank and that obviously could simply have been bought. It stirred up a strange kind of excitement.
Anonimity.
Such a luxury.

Alex spoke. She tilted her head. Something in his words sent a shiver down her spine. Take her pick, hm? She bit her lip. There really were quite some eyes trained on them. Was this a flirting game? Or was more involved? Only one way to find out.

"I wonder...would any of the men be as considerate as you, hm?" She teased the big man next to her. Did she mean his protection over her or was she referring to the steamy scene in the clothing room?

It was a good question, though. She was used to social dynamics. The men in the room were surveyed first, watching them as they interacted with the ladies, if and how they looked at her.

 

[KingCorto]

As a rarity, Alex was feeling disoriented. Under ordinary circumstances, he’d be fully able to push any distracting thought away and focus, intently, on the situation. Now, the thoughts about his own position were overpowering, it was somehow as if his keenly trained senses dulled, he got a feeling of uncertainty about what it all was and meant running up his spine. What it meant to him, that was. Was this how it was to be an individual, with rights to evolve? He was thinking about this, all while his eyes scanned the floor beyond, falling back to the A-B-C of his training. It wasn’t instinctive right now. He had to concentrate a lot to keep the focus.

The situation held so much potential it made him dizzy. But the situation was also volatile. On one end, he could have the night of his life here, and maybe it could be something they could even repeat another time, and another time, if they got away with it, that was. And if Vicki was content. That was crucial. On the downside, he lost her here, or they got into some quarrel, and the consequences would be dire. Best case would be back to his uncle’s goats. Worst case, well, labour camp, he supposed.

So, he wanted this for himself. And that was tied to whatever she would do. And he wouldn’t dare to leave her, for him to meet someone, or for her to do the same. They were in it together. Together even in the most intimate scenario imaginable.

Scouring the scene ahead, his eyes stopped on girls, of course. Vicki’s costume that had seemed skimpy outside in the main hall didn’t seem that at all here. The square coverage of skin was way down in this place, the poses and movements were more seductive too, and he did see pairs and groups slipping in and out of dark shadows further down to opposite end. He wondered what went on there.

But while he realized many women eyes were on him, he had to focus on Vicki now. She already knew what could happen, she’d seen that clearly in the wardrobe earlier. It would be his job, Alex decided, to help her to a situation like that. He looked at her by his side. She was beautiful, very sexy in her costume. But she was tense. Tense from the situation, of course, but it stuck deeper than that. She was mostly tense all the time, obviously, from the strain of her royal conduct, her dos and don’ts. This was certainly a don’t, and he needed her to push that further, so that she could relax. She needed to be stimulated and fulfilled, then the night would open up to them both.

There was no shortage of eyes on Vicky. They came from all classes, if one should call them that, Slaves, Protected and Exalted alike. Incidentally, Alex couldn’t see anyone with a collar like the one Vicky was wearing. So, who was eying what? Alex thought. He felt back on the mission now, to take care of Vicky, albeit somewhat differently than usual, again he was in command of his instincts.

Some of the men, and women, women were looking at Vicky too, were acutely absorbed into her gold collar. They were not for her, Alex thought, they were in it for the prestige, and this needed to be about her. Some were looking at her, though, and as Alex had himself seen, she was looking very sexy indeed, so he focused his eyes on those.

Alex smiled at her but didn’t respond to her remark about whether anyone would be more considerate than him, then he followed her gaze as it scanned the room. There were two muscular men in venetian cloaks and masks looking her over, both Protected. There was a dark-skinned gladiator to her side flexing his muscles, obviously trying to attract her attention. He was a Slave. Then there was what must be Cesar and Cleopatra by the wall. They were caressing each other closely, both sets of eyes on Vicky. She was an Exalted, he was a Slave.

“A venetian plural investigation, my lady?” Alex whispered to her, then, “Or a simple gladiator joust in the pits?”, he trailed as he saw her eyes draw to the man, then carried on, “Or a decadent, maybe hedonist, roman adventure?”. He smiled at her, “It seems you have many options, Highness, or Angel, maybe more appropriate.”

 

[Evayla]

Victoria moved a hand through her hair, disguising her own nerves. The woman was not aware her quick breathing already gave away enough to the trained man.

He took his job seriously.
Very seriously.
In fact, he gave her a full run down of the room! Vicki listened with growing respect. Her eyes moved over him as he surveyed the diverse attendants, then followed his directions.

Maybe he should have been wearing the higher collar. The princess thought. It would have taken such choices out of her hand, no doubt. She felt woefully out of her depth, even if everything inside her screamed that this was the chance of a lifetime! When would she ever have a chance again?

Yet...a chance for what?
Would these people expect experience? Would they unmask her if she proved awkward?
Nervously she wet her lips.
And why did it seem like Alex was trying to get her together with someone else without showing an interest himself?

Victoria flushed. She would be lying if the sight of the man in full glory had not excited her before.
Could she really give herself to a stranger?
That was the idea, wasn't it?
To have a night of anonymous experiences?
It would hardly be anonymous with her own bodyguard!

She wanted to be more decisive! She wanted to show him she was able to handle any situation!
Why? A little voice wondered. Why was it important what a simple bodyguard thought of her?

Maybe she wanted him jealous.
But at the same time...he had already gotten her out of a pickle more than once. Should she not be aware of his wishes for the evening as well?
Would he even tell her, as his employer?

So many worries over what should have been a simple night out!

Right.
Decisive.
A little late, perhaps, to show confidence, but she could try. See if she could get a reaction out of him now that he had not answered her question directly. Maybe she should see if she could arouse his interest! Which of the options would fit that best? Which might get him to think...

Yet that option scared her.
No, not those two men then.
The gladiator was marked a slave. It made her afraid she might have to call the shots. Not something she could do right now. Maybe the roman couple, then. Maybe he could find some fun in that too.

Caught between wishing for a very specific man to pay her some attention and wanting him to enjoy himself she simply blurted out: "The romans?"

Oh dear.
That did not sound decisive at all.

 

[KingCorto]

Alex watched Vicky’s breasts heave under the admittedly very revealing costume. Her breasts were delightful, he caught himself thinking. The thoughts strung on, and he envisioned being with her, naked, in bed, or maybe here, in a dark corner. Alex shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts, but couldn’t, so he rationalized, he was really good at that. We must have this night of unlimited, unobtainable, forbidden passion, he thought. It must not become her and me. Not yet. Sharing this secret, this lust, and from that, something could grow. More nights, more adventures, more voyages, but maybe even more. More intimacy, at home. For a split second Alex imagined himself a prince, and shivers shot up his spine.

She spoke. The romans. Ok, Alex thought, that was a very good choice, he would have gone with either one, but this had potential for him as well. Alex was well endowered and well trained, he’d had some fun in the dressing room, but that hadn’t even been starters, looking at that Cleopatra, of his same collar stature, no less, he could imagine he could have fun. And moreover, that Cesar looked like a treat for Vicky.

The romans, she’d turned towards him and uttered. The romans, and the couple by the wall had of course noticed, senses acutely tuned to Vicky and himself. Alex nodded to his princess, then looked back at the two in case. His eyes met Cleopatra’s, and he gave a small nod.

A sliver of a content smile on her lips, Cleopatra nodded back, whispered to her Cesar, then they slowly started moving over, side by side, swaying, before stopping right before Vicky and Alex. Cesar nodded politely, Cleopatra, standing behind his shoulder. Cesar looked at Alex, the Vicky, then Alex again, before he spoke, “My lady Cleopatra wishes to inform that she would be interested in an All. He put deep emphasis on the word ‘All’. Then he looked at Vicky, “But she would also like to say, that a swap is also within the realm of possibility.”

 

[Evayla]

Years of strict training kept her knees from buckling. This was actually happening! She had actually spoken up! Something was going to come from this and it was not going to be something that would please her father. No doubt he would have wanted an extra bargaining chip with her being a virgin.

No doubt he would be livid if he ever found out.

He'd better not find out. She set her jaw. Victoria felt better knowing Alex was going to be around. Funny, she'd have thought it embarrassing before. Now? An extra measure of safety. Someone who would have something to hide, like her. They were in this secret together.

The Romans approached. It was Cleopatra who took the lead. Not surprising, seeing their ranks. Yet now Vicky doubted the wisdom of her decision again! For all the riches she wore around her neck, she had none to offer other than a childish wish to experience life for a change. Again the woman wished she could have left the collar for what it was. Again she was pushed into a position because of her family.

Cleopatra's words distracted her from the cobwebs in her mind. An All? Quizzically she looked at Alex. Did he know what they meant? Too late she realized that she was supposed to hold the rank! "Ahm..." She scraped her throat, pulling her skimpy skirt down a little, secretly hoping for a little hint from her bodyguard before she made a complete fool of herself.

 

[KingCorto]

Vicky was fondling her skirt and, eyes dashing from him to them and back again, her voice was scraping, she fumbled for the words. Then Alex stepped in. “Distinguished strangers,” he started, in a deep, formal voice, “presenting to you; Angel the Divine of the Gold Collar!” He paused, looking back and forth from Cleopatra to Cesar, before he carried on, “Witness before you the gold collar, and follow the protocol!” Then he bowed to the romans, and turned to Vicky, bowed deeper, as he was taught to do before the royalty, “Angel the Divine,” he bowed even deeper, looking up at her, “An All, where the four of us go together and enjoy each other’s company, or a Swap, where each go to our own, you with Cesar, and me, your servant, with Cleopatra here, it is all up to your holiness to decide what is your desire.”

The romans stood mesmerized, nodding ever so slightly, eyes fixed on her, curious to what she would pick.

And so was Alex.

 

[Evayla]

Again he came to the rescue. If she could have gotten away with a look of sheer gratitude without making herself look even less at ease, she would have!

Angel the divine...now that made her smile. For a simple bodyguard he certainly used that brain of his well. It made Vicki wonder what else she might have missed about this man, having been so caught up in trying to uphold the careful image her parents insisted on. The image that kept them from interacting with plebs.

Seamlessly the man explained everything in one go under the guise of presenting her with the choice in a more official manner. It was brilliant, really.

Was she going to go off alone with some stranger in the dark?
Hell, no!
Fun was one thing, unnecessary risk quite another!

"Nothing but All is good enough. Of course." She managed to step back into her role as a royal. There! She had said it. Her palms were sweaty, but she did it. She had made a step outside of protocol, into a choice of her own!

 

[KingCorto]

The romans shifted, looked at each other, then at Vicki. Cleopatra bowed deep, Alex was unsure if it was in real patronage, or if it was a jest. It didn’t matter. Then Cleopatra spoke. “As you wish Angel Divine, and in accord with our request as well. Come with us.”

Alex grabbed Vicki’s hand again as the romans lead the way back towards from where they had come. Her palm was sweaty. No wonder, Alex thought, he’d seen her insecurities now. She still had the royal façade, though, there was no chance the others had noticed. He squeezed it reassuringly, immediately unsure as to why he’d done that, but not getting time to ponder more on that, as they reached the wall, where he to his surprise found a door, anonymous and invisible in the shadows. Now, Cleopatra was opening it, and ushered them inside.

The foursome slipped in like beads on a string, before the door slid shut behind them, muffling out the indistinguishable voices, the footsteps, and the acoustics outside. It was silent, all for the chuckling of a small fountain, centred in a small, clear water pool in the floor.

They were in some sort of movie set version of a desert oasis. The walls around them painted in the starlit darkness of a thousand and one nights over endless sand dunes. On the floor, next to the pond, was a patio, built up by oriental carpets. The patio was circled with lush plants, and was clad with pillows big and small, in the brightest of colours, the most luxurious of silken fabrics.

The romans turned, and the two couples stood facing each other. “Welcome to our humble abode!” Cleopatra exclaimed, lifting her hand to show its extent, “Not like the heaven of angels, we humbly admit, but our hearts hope for your divinity to find it suitable for a visit!” She looked at Vicki with a crooked smile, and dared shoot a glance over at Alex too, eyes darted over his muscular chest. Yeah, Alex thought, probably playing, good for her.

Cleopatra then looked at Cesar, standing tall and erect by her side, looking ahead, at Vicki. She walked slowly around him, her finger raising to caress his upper arm as she passed behind him. Her hand on his shoulder, as she looked over it at Vicki. “And as hosts, we provide gifts.” Cleopatra said, letting her hand slide down his arm, his waist, angle in over his red leather roman uniform trousers. Cleopatra’s hand found Cesar’s crotch, and cupped over it. Eyes firmly in Vicki’s eyes, she continued, “Should I unwrap this one for you, or do you want to go about the ritual your own way?”

Cesar might have been a slave by status. But his eyes said something else. They were devouring Vicki now. He was more than ready.

 

[Evayla]

Holding on to Alex' firm grip Victoria followed. Her heart was beating fast. This was quickly turning out to be a much bigger adventure than anticipated. After her interrupted moment in the clothing room she knew very well that had she been at home she would have resorted to the few toys she had managed to purchase, but whatever was about to happen now conjured up a healthy dose of nerves as well.

She felt much like a child diving into a forbidden book in the library. Of course she had read plenty supposed romance novels that were nothing but an excuse to get to the bedroom scenes. Yet now she was part of it. Something was about to change. Something that would surely get her disinherited if her father ever found out.

Boomteeboomteeboom her heart went.

"Oh my..." She breathed, looking around the enchanting room. It really worked well for the immersive effect of the experience, transporting her to another time in another place almost instantly. She swore she could even smell the plants, although they were probably plastic to keep it all clean and affordable.

The couple addressed them again. Vicki straightened her back and stretched her neck ever so slightly. An old trick her mother had taught her. "This angel has gotten lost in the world of men. I appreciate the guidance." Let them make of that whatever they wanted.

The princess caught the look the Caesar shot her. How odd to see one so wanting without political backgrounds! No, She stopped herself from dreaming away too fast, He can see my collar. He knows very well I am connected.


Yet the man did look a treat. It felt good to be seen as a human being for a change, even if she played an angel. Did he realize her inexperience? Did Alex? Probably. He'd been so smug about his little moment.
Still.
Perhaps she should brave the words. If this was going to happen, she wanted to enjoy it and not end up regretting loosing an important bargaining chip on a whim! She had fought for independence for over two years! She deserved this!

A story formed in her head to keep it all in character: "An angel that has never been touched...I would see him presented. Do unwrap him. I need to know if there is anyone worthy of being the first."

She could not make it more clear than that without making this whole moment utterly humiliating. The princess felt the spark of excitement she had experienced so shortly ago. This room was closed off. She was not on her own. It was safe.
Safe to give herself to this moment.

And still she quickly cast a glance at Alex.

 

[KingCorto]

Was Victoria a virgin? That hadn’t crossed Alex’s mind before now. He guessed she could be, even for all the events he’d been to with the family, her present, and all the men that had wooed her at those, Alex supposed she never, ever, got the opportunity. It was a strange and liberating thought, him, the hand to the whim of the king and his entourage, she was even more under lock and key. It wasn’t like Alex had a lot of time on his hands, far from it, but he did have at least a little bit, and there had been women in his life. In his bed. Or him in theirs. But Vicki? She was always under eye and thumb. All the more reason to make this a night of their dreams. Her dreams. Alex had been thinking about his own pleasure, and hers, but as a vessel for himself. Now, he felt more like a guide, with an obligation, a desire even, a privilege, to follow her down the path. She’d never be the same again.

Vicki’s words were unreal, almost floating, the first ones, doing almost etheric work on the three listeners, strangely fitted to the Angel of the Devine, no one expected to understand their kind, so it worked, added to the strange fantasy they were in. The latter part, though, about the unwrap, was more concrete and coherent. It was a clear challenge of acceptance, as also was so well fitted to her gold collar role. Cleopatra smiled and nodded, “As Devine wish.”, and, from behind her Cesar, both hands slid around his waist and met at the knot of his pants belt. She untied it, nimble fingers found his pants line, and she pulled it down. Alex looked at Vicki, saw her twitch in anticipation, her hips roll to the heave of her breasts. Was she wearing anything at all under that skimpy short skirt? He thought, did the costume come with panties? He was predicting, hoping, that he’d soon find out.

At Cleopatra’s firm downward pull, they at least learnt that roman emperors wore nothing underneath. Cesar’s big shaft bobbed down, then sprung out and up then stood at a shiver erected from his crotch, angled at Princess Victoria of Emstallach, AKA Angel of the Devine.

Two of Cleopatra’s fingers curled around the root of the pole, she squeezed and pulled back on it, making Cesar twitch, and the swollen red head to pulse and grow. “Our gift, to the Devine,” Cleopatra said in a deep voice, then pulled back a breath. “To command and control, to use and to administer, at her Angelic whim. We humbly hope that you will… A lot.”

 

[Evayla]

Uh oh.
Looked like Alex had not realized that before.
And now he knew.
If anything Victoria was grateful that no snide remarks were made about the virgin princess. Even the strange pair seemed alright with it.
Not their first time, perhaps?
Maybe she could benefit from that.

It was fascinating to see Cleopatra undress her Caesar. Hypnotizing, almost. Vicki's eyes followed those deft hands work on the belt until the pants went down and she was confronted with the Caesar in full glory.

She had seen the movies.
She had read the stories.
Of course she knew what to expect.
But to actually see it happen before her with the anticipation of being a player in this story was exciting...and daunting!

A little gasp escaped her. He looked impressive. Perhaps not on the same level as Alex, but it was...impressive. Definitely.

Yet now Cleopatra talked about command again. Now this was going to be interesting. They clearly were all in and Alex certainly did not seem to mind the proceedings.

Well, if this was the way the game was played, there certainly was a bold move that made her giggle. Alex was either going to glare at her or play along. She wondered which one it was going to be.

"It seems only fair if my counterpart shows himself too in turn." She sounded innocent enough, turning to her masked bodyguard. "How else to decide who will bring down the Angel?"

God, she felt herself warm up to this little roleplay. For lack of underwear she felt the heat between her legs. Her sensitive breasts were aching for a little attention, but...she would play this out for now. This night was hers.

 

[KingCorto]

Now, that was a development that took Alex by surprise. It seemed Vicki was getting both bolder and more playful by the minute. It was like seeing the princess blossoming before his very eyes, transforming into something liberated, experiencing if not urges, but at least sensations that had been behind a veil to her, a veil that had been pulled away. He looked back at her, trying to look un-baffled, acutely aware that his erection grew under his tight suit. It was however Cleopatra that carried the play onward, beating him to any form of response, her smile widened to a grin, and, holding firmly around Cesar’s shaft, she pulled him resolutely after her as she strode over towards Alex, stood in front of him, Cesar a step behind, Vicki to Alex’s side.

“I will be the vessel for your comparison, Devine.” She exclaimed theatrically, and before Alex could gather her intention, her free hand skilfully found the, all but invisible, divide between his costume pants and overall, slid down into it, grasped around him, and lifted him out too, throbbing hard and glistering. Alex had been thinking about Vicki and Cesar. He’d been thinking about Cleopatra and himself. But now, he found himself a competition prize, to be evaluated by his princess for who would take her flower away. If she would even choose that. If she would even consider him.

Cleopatra stood with a cock in each hand, eying down at them as she started to stroke gently up and down along the roots. Then she looked at Vicki crookedly, “Now, doesn’t it seem unfair that I have them both, Angel of heaven? They are both yours, after all, I’m just tending them for you.”

 

[Evayla]

That face was worth it all. Victoria did her utter best not to giggle. It really would spoil the setting. But oh...that look...

It was just so hard to get a reading on that man! Within seconds her attention was taken away, though, by not one but two possible ways to a kind of freedom she had not realized she yearned for.

Now what? The princess did not have Cleopatra's easy ways with men. For a moment the woman felt like her bluff had been called, but...there were still ways to make this work. The fabric of her angelic outfit was rubbing over her hardened nipples. It wasn't exactly a situation she felt relaxed in, but the promise hanging in the air was worth it.

Vicki looked at Cleopatra, offering her both men. What was her game in this? She walked to the Egyptian and looked at the prizes her hands were holding. Would she dare?

If ever, then now. An almost shy hand touched both men in turn, then soft fingers explored both their pride. She was breathing heavier, she noticed. It was funny...they felt hard, but...the skin was so soft! She could not suppress a little smile.
Unexpected.
Nice.
Warm.

She let go of the both of them, looking at their faces. There was definite wonder in her eyes. How on earth was she going to pick? Of course she had those silly romantic notions years earlier about One True Loves taking her to bed first but that idea had been thrown overboard swiftly after it became clear she was nothing but a pawn in her father's game.

This...this was a different game. She knew what she wanted to experience. She just did not know how it would feel.

Ugh, she was taking too long! The stupid collar made her in charge even here, in this place of seductive shadows! No, Vicki was done with that automatic high seat. She did not want to call the shots all the time. She wanted to be surprised. Now, of course she could just tell them to do exactly that.

Or she could up the game.

"Since we are in for All, perhaps it should be fate to decide, hm? At some point even angels must come down to earth. Surprise me. Surprise me well." And with those words the young woman removed her collar slowly, looking at their reactions. This was a gamble. A huge one. But she was tired of being placed over all others.
Would it pay off or were they going to be turned off?
God, she hoped not! The throbbing between her legs was very real!

 

[KingCorto]

When he’d woken this morning, the prospect of Princess Victoria Iliana Amarene Nadine of Emstallach reaching out and nimble-fingeredly caressing the skin along the shaft of his exposed erection, well, it really had not been on the list. He swallowed deeply as it happened, and he felt the urge to jump at her, but he didn’t, he had to keep his calm as her protector, he had to remain true to his duty.

Very likely Cesar was having similar sentiments for his own reasons, his Slave collar, forbidding him to do anything but stare, something that he did. It was obvious the man was playing a role, wishing to ravish her in reality.

As quick as her fingers had reached out exploring, as soon did they go away, retract, and now she was looking at them, obviously thinking. Alex inspected her frame, heaving in deep breaths, a slight shine of sweat on her neck and bare skin shoulders, they all had that, it was hot in the room, fitted to the desert surroundings. Under her low top nipples elevated the fabric. Her tits stood nicely upward, he thought, gravity was no match for the princess of Emstallach, nor Angel of the Devine.

Then she outperformed his wits again! For the second time in minutes! Vicki took off her gold collar and asked to be surprised! The alarm bells went off in his head, but somehow, he fended it off, somehow, Vicki was a person now, and so were he and the others, and she deserved this.

Cleopatra burst out into one of her shining grins, “Oh, my,” she sighed, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!” She looked Vicki up and down, biting her lip as she wiggled her hips, “We’re all equal here now, I suppose,” looking over at Cesar by her side, “well, almost all.” Then she looked back at Vicki, “And who are you, now, this is a mystery, to be sure.” Then she looked at Alex, “Does this mean we’re in charge now?”.

Reaching behind her, Cleopatra grabbed around a wrist of each man, and pulled them forward. She was directly facing Vicki now, and the two men was evenly at her side, also facing Vicki, all three of them really close. Then Cleopatra lifted the man’s hands slowly, and lay them one on each of Vicki’s tits, “Enjoy boys,” she said, “You can be sure I will.”

Then, with resolution, she knelt on the carpet on which they stood, her face on level with Vicki’s tummy, reached out for the low edge of the very short skirt, lifted it up, and leant in. Her tongue made a long lap over Vicki’s crotch, squeezed in between her thighs, and pulled back along the slit, flickering playfully on her clit, then leant back and looked up.

“Surprised?” She giggled, licking her lips.

 

[Evayla]

Victoria noticed the shift in Alex' stance. Had she been wrong by taking off the collar? Yet the other woman in the company did not seem to think it was such a bad idea.

In charge, though?
The princess tilted her head. Well, as long as she didn't have to be for a change it would be alright, she guessed as she took another deep breath. Good god, it was hot in here. Or was that just because of the situation she was in?

Cleopatra certainly did not waste any time. All of a sudden Vicki was faced with all three of them. A flash of nerves moved over her face. Then the woman placed those warm hands on her breasts. Involuntarily she moved a little forward, into their grasp. Her nipples responded instantly to the extra heat, itching like crazy. This was actually happening!

Next Cleopatra went down on her and before she knew it a jolt of electric pleasure shot through her body. This...was nothing like any toy she had used.

Catching her breath she managed to answer: "Quite....surprised...." Vicki found her arms leaning on the strong men to her sides to make up for her buckling knees. She wanted this to continue. Already she had suffered a break in her excitement earlier today. If she wasn't allowed to reach her peak this time, she was going to go nuts!

"By all means...go on..." She couldn't believe she dared say that, but the whole setting, the build up of the evening...somehow anything seemed to be possible.

 

[KingCorto]

As Vicki stepped willingly towards them, Alex could not help himself but to roll his strong palm against her firmly cushioned, round breast. To his side, Cesar had awoken, doing the same to the princess, two fingers slid apart, then pressed in together, squeezing her nipple like a rosebud from under her dress. He watched in disbelief as Cleopatra slid down, then felt the shivering touch of Vicki’s hand, as she leant forward, stabilizing herself against the other man and himself, while Cleopatra lifted Vicki’s skirt and dug in hungrily.

His erection was achingly throbbing hard now, to his side, he saw how Cesar succumbed to the need to touch himself, biting his lip and moaning as he started to pull slowly back and forth on his growing shaft, while rubbing Vicki’s tit even harder. And below, Alex looked down, Cleopatra was really starting to quelch her desire. As Vicki’s thighs parted, one of Cleopatra’s hand followed in between them, rolled and folded over the royal pussy, rubbing onto it, a finger parting her lips and sliding down along the slit. All while she kissed and suckled intensely, taking Vicki’s clit between her lips and sucking it into her mouth.

Then Cesar moved, his free hand finding Vicki’s buttock, massaging it, and pressing her crotch onto Cleopatra’s face, who panted in suckling wet sounds. Cleopatra drew loose only for a second, looked up at the men, “This angel needs to be fucked, something unimaginable, even in heaven.”, and Cesar took the cue, no longer intimidated by the collar that had been, he slowly circled around Vicki, hands still on her tit and ass, and came to a stop behind her. His huge erection was bobbing up and down on her half visible buttocks.

Alex, observing, and no less enjoying, leant in over Vicki’s shoulder and whispered, “You are still my princess, and the things you want is what happens, I am here.”

 

[Evayla]

Both men were paying close attention to her breasts now. Vicki was very glad she was already leaning on them because as soon as her nipples were treated at the same time Cleopatra was quenching her thirst, she let out a helpless mewl as incredible sensations coarsed through her.

It was one thing to tease herself when she was alone in bed, but she only had two hands and limited resources. This...this was next level! Victoria closed her eyes, biting her lip under the assault on her sensitive spots. She felt the wetness between her legs, the need for more, to just soar straight into that wonderful height she was after.

Was she drunk?
No.
High, perhaps, on adventure and freedom!

The princess did not care about the repercussions right now. Her brain was taken in by her body screaming for release. At the same time she didn't want it to end! Ah, blissful dilemma's.

Her fingers dug into the skin of the men holding her up. She wasn't sure how much longer her muscles would respond to her wishes as the trio simply overruled all limits that had ever been set.

Caesar pushed her into Cleopatra, increasing friction. Vicki gasped. She was not going to hold out for long like this. Would it be over after that? The young woman had a hard time thinking right now!

She could feel the Caesar behind her, his hardness pressing up against her. The Egyptian had clearly taken the reigns, ordering the men around. Victoria did not mind. For once she did not have to think. It felt ridiculously freeing, even if right now she did not want anyone to talk but just get her off already!

Alex' warm voice registered. He was still looking after her, protecting. It was above and beyond the call of duty for sure. He was here. Yes, he was. And so was the Caesar. Did she need to be taken?
Yes, most certainly yes! The need to feel more was so much stronger than the boundaries her father insisted on. "I...I want this." She whispered back between quick breaths. "Please, I really do...Do you?"

A question rather than an order.
Something new again.

 

[KingCorto]

She wanted it. He believed it. He could see it on her. Feel it, as she leant into their hands, stiffening nipples rubbing against their hands. Down between Vicki’s shivering legs, Cleopatra returned to duty, her tongue pointed far out, lapping up and down on Vicki’s pubis and clit. Cesar’s strong hand left her tit, swayed down the curve of her tight costume, over her hips and to her upper buttocks, started to bend her forward while lifting her behind, poising her ass up to him. Cleopatra’s neck bent backward, face grinding into Vicki’s tummy, her hands took hold inside Vicki’s upper thighs to keep herself from falling back on the carpets and pillows.

And as the demon bodyguard whispered his “I do!” in his angel princess’ ear, the roman emperor-gone-slave behind her pushed himself forward, and his hard rod of a cock pressed into her, slowly, then stopped, his swollen head throbbing with a firm pulse inside her, he wiggled from side to side, moaning while opening her enough for the next thrust.

Below and in front Cleopatra looked up at Vicki and Alex above her, “Tight, innocent angel, I wonder what you will be when you leave, later.” Her hand between Vicki’s thighs rose, palm pressing against Vicki’s vulva as she grabbed around the root of Cesar’s erection, pumped and rubbed it, “Take your time, slave of mine, this one’s been waiting long.”