Coming of Age

Princess Samantha awakened as the sun was beginning to rise on a gorgeous summer day. Even though she was a princess, she couldn't help but be giddy with anticipation! After all, this was her day! The day she'd waited a long time to experience. Exactly 21 years, to be precise, because this was the morning of her birthday and she was now becoming the age of 21. It was a magical age because her mother was currently the Queen, and even though Samantha had been a princess all her life, it wasn't until she reached the age of 21 that she could undergo the ritual that would install her as officially an heir to the throne.

Since she had no brothers or sisters at the current time, it was terribly important for the line of succession to be established, even though her mother and father were still in good health, thank the powers that be.

One of the chambermaids noted that the Princess was now awake, so she helped her with her morning ablutions, while sending a page to inform Her Majesty that the Princess was awake. As her trusted chambermaid helped the Princess bathe, Samantha couldn't help but be curious about the upcoming ritual, since what it involved was shrouded in mystery. Today, that mystery would be revealed, and she was looking forward to 'coming of age' as it was known. Then she and the handsome Prince Robert from the adjacent kingdom could begin to take steps from their current betrothal towards marriage! And she loved him with all her heart! If they did get married, he would of course become King, but their kingdom honored a matriarchal descent. So her mother's decrees took precedence over those of her father.

There was a timid knock at the bathroom door, and the chambermaid climbed naked out of the tub to see who it was, leaving the Princess chastely immersed in the warm bath water. The page had returned, and he dared not even glance into the bathroom, but merely extended his hand through the slightly ajar door to give the chambermaid a note from the Queen. Accepting the note, she again firmly closed the door.

Turning to Samantha, she said, "Highness, this note from your mother, the Queen, is addressed to both of us."

"You have my permission to read it aloud for both of us, Mary," Samantha told her sweetly. Mary had helped raise her and they were comfortable together.

Mary read, "As one of the steps in preparation for today's ritual, my daughter, have your chambermaid help you in shaving away any vestige of your pubic hair. Then dry off, apply your makeup, have the hair on your head braided onto an encircling crown, and wear your softest, fluffiest bathrobe and nothing else."

"My what?!" Samantha exclaimed, looking at her soft fur that extended from her mound to her pussy lips. Silently, Mary held the missive so Samantha could read it for herself. Her eyes widened in surprise, but the words were plainly there. "Very well, Mary. If it must be done, it must be done. I've noticed that you are always hair free in that area, so you must know how to do this safely. Guide me in this, please."

Since the pussy hairs of the Princess were already soft and wet, Mary merely had to oil and lather her pubic area, and begin a slow careful process of shaving. She had a small, very delicate tool that she handled skillfully. The mound was relatively easy, and with small, light strokes, soon the pussy lips of the Princess were smooth and gleaming, completely devoid of any trace of hair.

Continuing to follow the Queen's instructions, the Princess dried off, applied her eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara, plus shaping her eyebrows. She wanted to look her best for this special day. Then Mary took pains to braid the royal hair, and pinned the braids from back to front along the upper temples of Samantha's head to create the effect of a crown. After that, it was a simple matter to don a luxurious bathrobe and dainty high heels. Samantha looked at herself in the mirror and admired how regal she now looked.

Then she went over to a castle window and looked out at the vista. "Mmmm, Mary. The weather looks wonderful today! It should be warm and sunny. I think this is a good omen for my birthday," she stated.

"Yes, Highness," Mary replied. "It should be quite a celebration. I know that the people of the town have been preparing for days. Flags and banners decorate everywhere, along with flowers and balloons. Animals have all been penned up so the streets could be swept clean, and vendors have set up their booths for display of their goods. I'm certain that it all must look very festive today!"

Soon thereafter, Samantha's mother, the Queen, majestically strolled in, and dismissed Mary from the room. Once they were alone, she said, "Daughter, I have a very important question to ask you on this solemn occasion. Are you still a virgin?"

Samantha blushed pink at hearing such an intimate inquiry. But she answered truthfully, "Yes, Mother. I know you're concerned because I've stated so openly how much I love Prince Robert. But all we've done is professed our love with kisses."

"Oh, really?" the Queen said with a touch of skepticism. "Did I not observe the two of you in a bower of the rose garden? She smiled understandingly. "It seems to me that your dainty hand was wrapped around his stiff erection."

Samantha's blush deepened to scarlet. "Well, yes, Mother. I've learned that men have needs, and it seemed that I could begin to see to the needs of my betrothed without endangering my maidenhead." She giggled a little self-consciously. "According to Robert, I'm quite accomplished with the use of my hands and mouth. He certainly has never complained."

"You're being wise, Daughter, making him happy but also keeping yourself intact for this important birthday ceremony. Now we'd better continue with the preparations. Come with me." The Queen led her daughter out of her room, and down a stairway. Down and down they went. When they reached the level of the throne room, Samantha expected they would go there, although why she was still in a bathrobe, she had no idea. Was her mother getting forgetful?

But the Queen merely kept going farther down the staircase, and the two of them went lower and lower. "By now, we must be inside the hill on which this castle was built. I've never been down this far. Where can we be going?" the Princess mentally wondered. She was now getting somewhat fearful, with her heart thumping harder and the blood pulsing in her temples. But her mother, saying nothing, just kept leading them onward.

Finally, the Queen reached a large, heavy looking door, studded with iron. Taking a large key from her belt, she unlocked the door. Before she opened it, she took a torch from a small rack of them near the doorway, and lit it. Holding it high, she opened the door and ushered her daughter into the dark room ahead of them. "Stand there," the Queen ordered. The Princess did as she was told, trembling a little as she stared into the gloom of the spooky room.

The room was rather cold, in addition to being dark, and the Princess was now glad she was wearing a thick, comforting bathrobe, which she drew tighter against her unclothed body. Meanwhile, the Queen was slowly walking clockwise around the edge of the room, lighting torches that were placed on sconces along the walls. Gradually, the lighting of the room brightened, and the Princess gasped to see that they were in the dungeon of the castle! Looking around with eyes widened in shock, she was also surprised at how clean the room appeared to be! There didn't seem to be any cobwebs, or even a speck of dust on the devices or the floor! That was confusing, since the dungeon may not have been in use for years.

Now all the torches were blazing, and the room was well lit and warming up. Samantha saw an Iron Maiden, a Rack, a padded St. Andrew's Cross, a Pear of Anguish sitting next to a Shrew's Fiddle, a Judas Cradle, a Pillory, and a Spanish Donkey, along with other smaller paraphernalia. She shivered as she saw those torture devices, and wondered why her mother had brought them both here. Her mouth went dry with fear.

The Queen must've seen the look of horror on Samantha's face. Reassuringly, she said, "Please don't worry, Daughter. You're not to be harmed in any manner. This room merely has the privacy that the ritual demands. As you can tell, I had the room completely cleaned and refreshed for today, your birthday. Now please give me your bathrobe -- you may keep your shoes on." The Queen was standing near the pillory as she held out her hand for the Princess to give her the garment.

With some trepidation, Samantha slowly disrobed, feeling her skin prickling into goosebumps as her bare flesh felt the kiss of the dungeon's air. Stepping close to her mother, she handed over the robe, and then immediately covered her newly and strangely denuded pussy with one hand, while she crossed her other arm over her chest to cover her nipples. Naked, she looked quite lovely in the flickering light from the torches.

Laughing gently, the Queen stated, "There's no need for modesty, Daughter. I expect you to stand and look regal, not cowering like some frightened hen."

Those words stiffened Samantha's spine, and she defiantly raised her chin, while dropping her arms to her sides. "That's much better," the Queen praised her. "Now the ritual can continue." She lifted the top bar of the pillory and commanded, "Place your neck and wrists carefully into their indentations in the lower part of this pillory!"

The command was uttered with such force that Samantha acted without a second thought. As her neck and wrists settled into the slightly padded grooves, the Queen carefully lowered the upper section of the pillory, watching that the tender flesh of the Princess wasn't caught in the wood. Having her hair braided into the crown kept her hair out of the way, almost as if the Queen had planned it that way. When the upper section was seated, the Queen lowered a hasp that went from the top section to the bottom, and locked it with the loud click of a padlock. Samantha was now trapped! Instinctively, she wriggled a little, trying to free herself, but the pillory held her firmly in place.

Next, Samantha felt cords being tied to her ankles. Once those cords were knotted, the Queen worked two small cranks that gently eased her daughter's ankles sideways until they were more than shoulder width apart. Samantha felt horribly exposed like this. With her head and hands immobilized, her bare back bent forward with her tits dangling free under her torso, and her bare legs spread apart, obviously baring her pussy and ass hole. The pillory was also forcing her to look away from the door through which they'd entered the room.

Meanwhile, the Queen was lighting a dark lantern known as a Bullseye Lantern. When lit, it produced a bright, powerful, unidirectional beam of light. She set the lantern on a stand, aiming its beam at her daughter's pussy. Samantha's embarrassment intensified as she felt the Queen's fingers gently prying open her outer pussy lips, allowing her to stare inward. "Yes, Daughter, I am verifying that your hymen is intact, and that you are still a virgin."

"Wonderful, Mother. Now will you please free me?" the Princess asked.

"Sorry, Daughter. I can't do that yet, because the ritual demands more." After she stated that, the Princess heard the door to the dungeon open and close again as her mother left the room. All she could do was wait patiently in her restraints. What Samantha didn't know was that everyone in the castle, when they became of age at 21, learned about the ritual but were also sworn to keep it a secret from anyone below that age, under penalty of things too horrible to contemplate.

Some little time later, the door opened again, and the Queen was heard to say, "She's ready, dear. Please do your duty."

"If I must, I must," a deep masculine voice voice stated. It was her father, the King! Before the Princess could gather her wits together enough to ask what was going on, or protest, she felt another set of fingers -- these felt a little bigger and rougher than her mother's -- tug open her pussy lips. After a brief silence, during which the Princess experienced acute mortification, she heard her father say, "I agree that the Princess has an intact hymen and is a virgin." He let go of her pussy.

As Samantha was starting to sigh with relief, she heard the official castle scribe report, "Very well, Your Majesty, I have added your concurrence to that of Her Majesty the Queen."

Samantha's eyelids flew up so high that they seem to disappear. "The scribe is here in the room, too? They are all looking not only at my nudity, but getting a closeup look inside my vagina? Can this get any worse?"

It could.

The next voice that spoke as her labia were parted was that of the castle's Treasurer, who also reported seeing an intact vaginal opening. He was followed in quick succession by Samantha's chambermaid Mary, who also parted the labia of the Princess and reported seeing an intact hymen. She was followed by their Pastor who also had to kneel, part the Royal labia, and report the presence of a hymen on this virgin. By now, the Princess was growing a little mentally numb, especially when the scribe echoed each individual's confirmation, noting it in the official castle records.

She'd almost gotten over her blushing when the Master Huntsman actually came into view at the front of the pillory. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he eased open the mouth of the Princess to examine her teeth. Then he stepped out of sight behind the pillory, and she felt his hands cupping her breasts and fiddling with her nipples, then his hands were at the sides of her hips, palpating. After that he pronounced, "Her teeth are in fine shape, her dugs should have no trouble nursing her whelps, and her haunches are adequate for birthing. You're quite fortunate, young Royal Highness."

To her utter humiliation, Samantha heard Prince Robert say, "Thank you for that information, Master Huntsman." Seconds later, Samantha felt her pussy pried open again, and Prince Robert formally intoned, "I accept that her hymen is intact, and that my betrothed is a virgin."

Now both the Queen and Prince Robert stepped in front of the pillory where Samantha could see them. The Queen asked formally, "Do you both truly want to marry each other?"

While Samantha was opening and closing her mouth, shocked speechless by the question, Prince Robert quickly answered, "Yes, Your Majesty, I love the Princess with all my heart and I want to marry her, with your blessings."

Samantha had recovered enough to say, "Of course I want to marry him, Mother. I love him more than anything."

"Then you both have my blessing, and the King's." Turning to the Pastor, she said, "You may now marry them."

"What? With me like this?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, dear. It's part of the ritual. If you want a big ornate church wedding later, we'll provide that as well," the Queen assured her.

Resigned to the strangeness of this, but also very happy that she was about to marry the man she loved, Samantha complied, as did Prince Robert. The Pastor led them through the exchange of their vows, and there were certainly enough witnesses. Mary sobbed happily into her handkerchief during the service.

The Pastor finished, saying, "You may now kiss the bride." It was a little awkward but Prince Robert knelt down and gave Princess Samantha such a passionate kiss that her toes tingled. But then the Pastor told Prince Robert, "You must now consummate your marriage."

This time, Robert was taken aback. "You mean you expect me to... to... ummm.. take her virginity right now? Like this? With you all watching?"

The Queen told him gently, "You know that my husband, the King, still has the ancient law of 'droit du seigneur' so he's entitled to do it. Would you prefer to step back and let him do it?"

That galvanized Prince Robert into action. "Oh no, Your Majesty. I love your daughter, and I'm quite willing to do it." However, when he removed his clothing, he was probably having performance anxiety with so many people watching. His cock was quite limp.

The Queen made no comment directly about it, but turned to Mary. "Mary, would you please assist them both in this blessed event?" Without a word, Mary curtsied and knelt down where she could mouth the manhood of the Prince, while the delicate fingers of her free hand caressed the labia of the Princess, and gently teased the area around her clit. Soon she had both of them moaning, and the cock of the Prince stood up tall and proud.

Samantha's moans got louder as she felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down, plowing that delicate furrow between her pussy lips. As he found the opening, and pressed inward, he encountered the resistance of her hymen. He pressed a little harder and she made a gentle whimpering sound at the pain. Robert whispered to Samantha, "Prepare yourself, my love." He waited until she'd taken a deep breath, and then he suddenly shoved hard! The resistance gave way, and his cock fully entered her. She winced a bit, but uttered no sound, although a couple of tears ran down her cheeks.

Cognizant that he had to fully consummate their marriage, Robert blocked out any concern about the onlookers as he started to fuck his helpless and vulnerable wife. Samantha's initial pain at being deflowered faded as she focused on the wonderful sensations being generated in and reported by her 'love tunnel' as she'd heard it called. And now she knew why it was called that, since its purpose was to be a sheath for some truly magnificent cock, and her new husband wielded such a cock. Once he found the proper rhythm, she sighed, then the sigh became a purr, the purr became a moan, and the moan became a howl of her very first climax! She found that struggling at the pillory's hold and the ankle ropes somehow must've intensified her sensations, because she couldn't believe how wonderful she felt. And just about then it got even better when her husband ejaculated inside her! Her thirsty womb accepted his gift, quivering and making her tummy muscles flutter with happiness.

Prince Robert pulled out as his cock began to soften, making way for the Queen who pressed a sparkling white cloth against her daughter's vaginal opening. As she lifted the cloth away, two things could be seen on the material: Samantha's virginal blood, and Robert's semen. Both fluids were blessed by the Pastor. The ritual was almost complete.

Only a little more remained. The Queen whispered into Samantha's ear, obviously asking her permission about something. Samantha, who was now feeling relaxed and wonderful, answered, "Yes to both, if I get to watch you."

The Queen, King, Robert, Huntsman, and Mary huddled while the Queen quietly explained Samantha's wishes. When she'd finished, the King nodded at the Huntsman, and they shifted the padded St. Andrews Cross to where Samantha could easily see it. As they did so, the Queen quietly removed all of her garments and stood waiting. When the cross was placed, she stepped up and pressed her back against it. The King and Prince Robert firmly bound the Queen, naked and spreadeagled, to the cross.

Meanwhile, Mary fetched a small container of virgin olive oil, smiling at the weird correlation of anointing Princess Samantha's virgin anal opening with virgin oil. Once she'd poured a little onto that cute puckered hole, she started pressing a finger through its anal ring, adding oil as she lubricated and dilated the opening. Samantha, who thought, "This entire ritual has proceeded well beyond anything I could've imagined," didn't even object to her servant prodding her nether passage. After all, this ritual had given the Princess what she wanted the most -- being married to her wonderful Robert. Even now she could still feel the deposit of semen with which he'd consummated their wedding.

Samantha looked over at her mother, nude and bound to the cross, and realized what a beautiful woman she was. Then she looked at Robert, and saw him visually displaying his appreciation of the Queen's revealed beauty -- his cock had never looked more erect and swollen. The Queen looked at Robert's manhood, licked her lips, and stated, "Robert, by the terms of the ritual, join our two houses together symbolically by sheathing your cock in my pussy. Then fuck me as hard as you fucked my daughter, and flood my womb with your seed."

Samantha was pleased to hear Robert say, "Mother-in-law, I love my Samantha, but I also love you and I'm happy to now demonstrate that love." With that statement, his hand parted her labia, revealing her quivering vaginal opening, churning with her desire to be filled. He guided his cock into that opening, and shoved forward, filling her. As he started humping her pussy, his lips kissed hers, then her neck, and finally one of her bare breasts, sucking softly at her nipple. His free hand massaged her other tit, toying with her areola and nipple. The Queen pulled at her restraints and started moaning loudly with pleasure. After all, nothing in the ritual stated that the participants were not permitted to enjoy it.

Samantha had been focused on that glorious scenario, and failed to notice that Mary now had two fingers from each hand pulling Samantha's anal ring wide open, holding it like that as the King positioned his own erection at that naughty opening. As he thrust forward, Mary pulled away her hands, allowing the entire length of his cock to stretch and penetrate his daughter's rectum! Samantha gasped loudly as her father claimed her anal virginity! It felt like some iron rod was penetrating her bowels! Then the King started to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gradually increasing his rhythm. Mary was positioned under and a little to the side of where father and daughter were coupling. Her job now was to cup and caress the King's ball sack, while she also stroked and rubbed the Princess's pussy, giving special attention to her stiffening clit.

The sounds in the room were loud, lewd, and erotic. The scents in the air were musky, heady, and very arousing. Both men were inspired by the enthusiasm of the women they were fucking. They also glanced at the other joined pair and were invigorated by the sheer display of eroticism. The bound women were soon gleaming with beads of sweat on their bare skin as their muscles subconsciously tugged and fought with the restraints that held them in place. They had no choice but to submit to the cocks invading and pleasuring them.

The Queen was the first to orgasm, drenching Robert's cock with her juices. The sound of her climax tipped Samantha over her edge, and she too came hard, squeezing her father's cock and soaking Mary's hand. Mary took the cum juices coating her hand and smeared them all over the King's scrotum. The wet coolness, coupled with Mary's urging caresses, caused the King to ram the full length of his cock deep into his daughter's ass as the head of his cock swelled, his balls tightened and he spewed thick ropes of semen into her squirming ass! That unfamiliar sensation made Samantha bounce up and down on her feet as she shrieked with joyful abandon!

Hearing his new wife making such babbling sounds was an amazing turn-on for Robert. He was already highly excited to be fucking the vivacious, receptive woman who was now his mother-in-law. And feeling and knowing that he'd made her cum was very gratifying. He saw that his new father-in-law was ejaculating into his wife's ass. That naughty thought, combined with the feel of the Queen's breasts and the friction of his dick in her pussy had him teetering on the edge of cumming. The Queen, bound as she was to that cross still had a little freedom at her hips. So she started pushing them forward and back, basically urging her son-in-law to release his seed into her depths. Robert couldn't hold back once she started doing that. He groaned loudly and started spurting his semen. Samantha heard him and watched his ass muscles contracting and relaxing rhythmically as his cock spewed and spewed.

Both men wanted to stay coupled with the women as long as they could. But gradually their cocks softened and the intrinsic tightness of the pussy and the ass hole pushed them out. The Queen, who was orchestrating this ritual declared, "The ritual is now complete. Princess Samantha is now privy to its secrets, and is also now officially an heir to the throne. We may now be released. Until she births at least her first newborn, only Robert may deposit his semen into her vagina. Other than that, both she and I are available to further bind these two families together."

The King and Robert speedily untied the bindings of the Queen, and she in turn produced the key to the padlock on the pillory. Robert freed his new wife and gathered her into his arms. Both couples kissed lovingly.

Soon thereafter the Town Criers went out and scattered throughout the town, making the following pronouncements. "Let the festivities for the Princess's birthday begin! Her ritual of attainment is now fully completed, making her officially an heir to the throne and in the line of succession. Also, the Princess, now being of age, married her betrothed Prince Robert!"

Each announcement made by the criers produced a loud cheer from the people. They all loved the Royal Family, since under them the kingdom had prospered. Such prosperity was in a large part due to their wisdom and kindness.

As was customary, the royal entourage emerged from the castle and walked among the people, smiling and waving. The Queen had told Samantha to wear just a lovely, but simple gown, and no bra, panties or stockings. Prince Robert held his new bride close by his side as they waved to the people. Princess Samantha's cheeks blushed red from all the attention. The guards that accompanied them were there mainly to be certain they could walk unimpeded through the celebrating crowds.

As they walked and greeted people, Samantha noticed that people were especially smiling at her. Here and there she noticed some of the women whispering and giggling to each other. She had no idea that her face displayed the radiance of a freshly fucked woman. Nor did she know that from time to time she left a drop or two of semen in her wake. Without any panties to stop the flow, gravity was pulling small globs of cum from her pussy and her ass. The people were also noting that the Princess was walking with a slightly wider gait than usual, another sign that she'd just attained womanhood.

As she walked along, feeling the current emptiness in her pussy and her ass, Samantha hoped that both Robert and her father would bring her to the dungeon again and again. What she didn't know was that her mother, walking alongside her, was feeling similar cravings in both her pussy and her ass, and hoped the King and the Prince would also pillory her, or tie her to other devices in the dungeon and use her thoroughly as well. Of course, they both got their wishes, soon and often.