Eugenia's Transformation Pt. 02

Eugenia stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. Prince Magnus hovered in the background like a rising moon orbiting a planet. He smiled at her. She returned it. Had it really been three months since she had been claimed from her old life and transported to this palace? Her past seemed the echoing of a half-remembered voice. So much had happened in such a short time. She had been altered physically and psychologically, in ways both large and small.

She peeled back her lower lip and noted the number tattooed upon her gums. That was her identity now, no matter who she had been or what the prince chose to call her. The royal crest and the prince's monogram tattooed on her right butt cheek demonstrated who owned the numbered gums. She'd been assessed like a side of beef and rated accordingly. Eugenia could still feel the clammy hands of the disgusting middle-aged assessor as he squeezed her breasts, thighs, and buttocks. He had measured and recorded every centimeter of her anatomy, including the diameter of her sphincter and the exact dimensions of her sex! Most degrading of all, the bald, unpleasant man took a device and forced an assuredly undesired and unwanted orgasm out of her. Eugina's anger built to almost the boil-over point. Somehow, she managed to get through the degrading inspection without giving vent to her discomfort and frustration. Her subsequent high score surprised Eugenia and delighted Prince Magnus. Her grading papers had been scrupulously copied on velum in an artful script by the royal calligrapher and framed with pride by the besotted prince.

"Laurel, you need to hurry into your clothing. I think Henry will adore you."

"Yes, master," returned Eugenia smartly. Prince Magnus pulled on his shirt. Eugenia sighed. The sex between her and her young master was exceptionally prolific and exceptionally satisfying. On an incredible, languid afternoon, he had managed to get it up a full dozen times! Never had she been as sated. The moment was so transfixed the young prince that he later presented Eugenia with a carefully crafted ring that bore a dozen tiny rubies arranged in a floral pattern. Eugenia treasured the ring and every time she glanced at it, she was transported to that transformative idyll.

She reached for her suspenders, stockings, step-ins, bandeau, and abbreviated dress. It did not take her long to arrange herself as the prince preferred. He seemed especially animated today as he would be hosting his cousin, Prince Henry, who had just graduated from officer candidate school. For that past week, the older Henry had been nearly the sole topic of conversation of the young prince. It was clear to Eugenia that Magnus was in the thrall of Henry. She focused on his words.

"I wish I could join the army, but our country forbids its monarch from any military role at all, to quote unquote forestall tyrants! Now, I ask you, Laurel, is that fair?"

"You could always abdicate, Master," she returned with a bit of devilment. It was not unusual for her to assume a motherly tone with her young master. It was difficult, sometimes, to see him as an adult.

"Very funny!" shot back the prince. "The number of swats for your eventual spanking continues to grow and grow."

Eugenia winked. Magnus grinned and all was right with the world once more.

"Let me look at you."

Eugenia struck a pose.

"Gorgeous! Kiss me."

After a quick kiss, Magnus took Eugenia's hand and led her towards the reception room. He sat on an elevated chair. Eugenia settled into a standard one to his right. After a short interval, the herald announced, "His Excellency, Prince Henry De Pauline of Farathia."

Eugenia spied a brown-haired lad with a military bearing, a trim athletic figure, and a handsome face. He smiled at Magnus and then looked at her with a wolfish leer that chilled Eugenia to the bone. It was not the glance she expected from an officer and a gentleman! A shiver went down Eugenia's back, but her smile never wavered.

Prince Magnus was on his feet, racing to embrace the friend he had had since childhood. Eugenia rose and curtsied as was protocol. The lifelong friends embraced, shook hands, and stood for a moment, assessing each other.

"Military life agrees with you, Henry."

"You wouldn't say that during four A. M. marches!"

The two young men laughed. Magnus seemed to suddenly notice Eugenia.

"Hank, this is my slave, Laurel."

Prince Henry grasped Eugenia's right hand and kissed the back of it.

"A pleasure. Mags has told me so much about you in his many letters to me."

Eugenia nodded and continued to smile. Abstractly, she wondered just what her young master had included in his epistles to his boon companion. Again, a feeling of ill-ease danced along her spine.

"Laurel, darling, why don't you serve us that meal the chef left?"

The woman who would always consider herself Eugenia sprang into action.

**

In the small town where the prince's slave had originated. Her former husband, Joachim, was stunned when a knock at the door turned out to be a duke and his moment's younger twin brother and a distinguished chaperone asking if his daughters were available. Quickly, the lovely girls donned their best dresses, spruced themselves up, and entered the duke's carriage. He intended to take them on a picnic not far away by the creek.

Jachim could not believe his good fortune. Just the previous week, a royal courier had delivered to his son a position with rank in the army, navy, or marines. The lad was still considering which service to enlist in. He had until the end of this week to decide. Also, some mysterious buyer had begun purchasing a great deal of his wares. Financially, he had never done better. He was astute enough to connect the dots and realize that his beloved Eugenia was settling in well as the possession and pet of Prince Magnus. These boons did not ameliorate his sense of sadness and rage. It was offensive, as though he had sold his wife's quim to receive these prizes, which was not at all the truth. Gossip around the town had gone from sympathetic towards his situation to jealous and accusatory. Everywhere he went in town, he encountered askance looks and subtle whispers. On top of everything, he was desperately lonely. Eugenia had been his everything. A few of the widows in town, even some of the very attractive young ones with small children, were making not at all subtle signals that they would very much like to nurse him through his loss, but Jachim did not want to rush into a relationship he would regret later. His hatred and resentment of the young prince increased with each passing day. If he had it to do over, he would have hidden Eugenia and the twins someplace well before the noxious prince arrived at their humble home. All Jachim could think about was that insolent, spoiled brat being intimate with his wife. The image of Prince Magnus fucking Eugenia trailed him like a storm cloud. Nothing he did could purge the image from his mind. It made him simultaneously angry and desperately horny. He missed everything about his wife, from the softness of her lips to her almost always sunny disposition. There was a void in his house that simply could not be filled. His son would soon be moving on. He could not limit his daughters' futures by making them serve as substitute wives. He was lost in an endless marsh of misery. He sighed heavily and decided to work on his accounting books, hoping to get lost in the minutia.

**

Eugenia set down the serving tray and poured the tea. Odd how some aspects of her life changed not one whit by enslavement. She circled about the table. Henry's eyes followed her path, often out of the corners of his eyes. Eugenia noted Magnus's hero worship. The younger man was so heavily under the older lad's thrall that he hadn't noticed that Henry had already done more than just undress her with his eyes; what enchantments, what font of glib words would he weave so that Magnus gifted him Eugenia for the night, or perhaps his entire two-week stay? To Eugenia, Henry's machinations were as clear as day. She again wished there was some way to impart maturity and wisdom to her young master, but such things had to come with age and experience.

Something she had noted about male friendships in her marriage is that they were less an encounter of equals than a struggle for domination. Even in the closest friendships, there was a leader. They both may have gone off on the same adventure, but one of them talked both into it. Two men could trust each other with their lives and fortune, but one would have the edge in the end. Women's friendships weren't much better. At least women put a sugar coating on their malfeasance. Men were simpler, baser. Henry spied Eugenia, desired her, and now he was going to convince his best friend in all the world that gifting her to him was Magnus's idea! She remembered what Joachim had said once (How she missed her man!) "Being a man isn't that difficult, once you get used to the loneliness." That statement had come from a man with dozens of friends and associates! She wondered for an uncalculable time how he and her family were faring. She lived in a cocoon. She had no way of knowing if the promises from the king or Magnus would ever come to fruition. All she could do was perform her duties well and as cheerfully as possible and hope for the best. She began mentally preparing herself for Prince Henry's touch. That she would be eventually shared was an inevitability that she had hoped would pass her by. The future she feared most is that her young master would share her with impunity. His rank and status protected her from that possibility to some extent, but she had no idea how her young master truly felt on that issue. If Henry was sufficiently grateful, perhaps providing a gift of his own to Magnus might make her young master more inclined to give her away. Would she end up being traded for expensive trinkets and novelties? The world spun for a moment while she took a deep breath and held it. Best not to dwell on unpleasant possibilities!

After serving the two royals and giving them a bit of space, Eugenia was asked to join them at the table and partake of the meal as well. She sat between Henry and Magnus at the small serving table. The conversation came easily. Eugenia noted that while Henry was clearly a schemer, he also had a winning personality. The older woman realized that, in Henry, the combination would be irresistible to most young women. She could envision either of her daughters dating him. She could also envision the tears and heartache when Henry inevitably cheated on her and inflicted hundreds of tiny, seemingly insignificant hurts that caused major damage.

"Isn't Mags great?" inquired Henry.

Eugenia nodded. "He is very fine."

"Damn right he is! You'd have made a great soldier, Mags!"

"Let's not bring up the impossible. I'm a constitutional monarch because one of my forbears tried to turn this country into one large military camp and failed. My family was lucky that our powers were not significantly curtailed. No more soldiers-- just be kings and queens and leave the army to the generals!"

"I'll teach you how to march later. Who's going to know?" Henry ran a hand through his hair. We should do some hunting."

"Great Idea, Henry. I got some fine weapons for my birthday."

Henry looked at Eugenia and winked, "You received something finer than any gun."

"Yes, Laurel is the best."

"From where I'm sitting, the view is wonderful, Mags. No women at Officer Candidate School. Not even camp followers. Three long, horrible months of living like a monk."

The chill along Eugenia's spine became a many-segmented centipede.

"That's horrible, Henry."

"Yes," returned the cagey lad, "There is only one real cure." He looked meaningfully at Eugenia, who flushed and averted her eyes. Young Prince Magnus' eyes filled with the light of recognition as he realized what his good friend was implying. He thought for a moment and replied in a way he thought was non-committal, "Maybe I can help you with that, Henry."

"I'd really appreciate it, Mags."

Eugenia knew that it was inevitable now. Since she had no hope of eluding the visiting royal's bed, she took a long look at him and wondered what type of lover her would be. Eugenia recalled what her much-married, frequently widowed, matron aunt had told her in confidence when Eugenia was just coming into womanhood. "Though all men like the same things in bed, no two are alike. Some have a nice edge of passion and take manfully. Others are quiet and need to be drawn out of themselves. The young ones are all ham-fisted effort and naked desire. I've been blessed and cursed by being so many times both a bride and a widow, but I certainly understand the male animal!"

Never had Eugenia thought that one day she would be able to see if her aunt's claims were accurate. She did know that Prince Magnus reminded her in so many ways her early marital days with Joachim. The prince was similar, yet quite different. Would the visiting Prince Henry be eager and hungry or mature beyond his years and intense and honest? She certainly would know by morning! Her old provincial, quiet life briefly subsumed everything, and Eugenia struggled for composure. What she wouldn't give for just one final night with Joachim! She forced the thought away. It was counter-productive and unachievable.

The meal ended a short time later.

"Why don't we tour your grounds on horseback, Mags? Laurel can ride with me."

A short time later, Prince Henry leaned over in his saddle, grasped Eugenia by her arms, and settled her in front of him just behind the pommel. The only thing Eugenia could do was lean almost her full weight on Henry. The lad seemed not to mind as one arm remained on the reins and the other arched about her waist.

"You smell and feel delightful!" he whispered softly in her ear.

Prince Magnus's horse led Prince Henry's on a grand tour of the expansive royal estate while Magnus issued a torrent of words describing its virtues and architectural marvels. It was quite clear to Eugenia, however, that Prince Henry was paying no mind to his cousin's words. His thoughts were entirely upon her firm, mature flesh. He boldly kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

"Sire! I am not yours!" she hissed.

"Ah, but you will be, sweet Laurel. You will be."

Eugenia sighed. There was no point in arguing the issue. Henry's encircling hand roved over her anatomy.

"I imagine unwrapping you will be quite enthralling!"

"Sire, you take liberties to which you are not entitled!"

"Your protestations reveal your great desire for my manhood."

Eugenia sighed softly and rolled her eyes.

To escape the heat of the late morning and early afternoon, the lads rode into the adjoining woodlands. The shade was immediately cooling. Eugenia wiped her brow with the back of her hand and tried to ignore the closeness of Henry. She always enjoyed the landscape around the castle. She and Magnus often picnicked in these woods. Usually, making love in the open air is either just before or just after dessert. It was away from the prying eyes and gossiping lips of the palace. The maids and butlers were prone to creating the most ludicrous stories about her relationship with the young prince. Some were convinced that Eugenia was an enchantress who had cast a spell on the heir to the throne. Others were convinced that the young prince's taking the older woman to the castle had been a secret plot by the king to put a lover right under the nose of his conservative, frigid queen. Eugenia stifled a giggle. if she had bewitched Magnus, it was by using nothing more exotic than old-fashioned lust. As for King Phillip's obvious desires for her? So far, they had not progressed beyond a bit of furtive groping and longing, lustful stares. She knew the king would be a problem one day, but currently, she could handle him.

The horses stopped on a lovely riverbank and began drinking. The water appeared alluring and cool in the light filtering through the surrounding trees.

"Too bad we can't go swimming, Mags."

"What do you mean? I am nothing but an excellent host. There are towels and a blanket in my saddle bags."

"Terrific Mags! He embraced Eugenia from behind, traced the line of her body in a possessive manner, and asked, "May I?"

"Do you think I would deny you that privilege?"

Eugenia's blood turned to ice water in her veins; she felt clammy all over, and the world spun for a moment. So, it begins! She thought forlornly to herself. Henry dismounted and helped Eugenia off the saddle and down to the ground. She stretched while Henry began tugging off his tunic. Eugenia realized that Prince Henry's broadness did not come from any padding in his clothing. His wide chest had prominent pectoral muscles. His tummy was ridged like the washboards Eugenia used to use in her daily life. Henry's biceps bulged. He was quite a change from the familiar thin and wiry construction of her master. Eugenia found herself focusing more and more on the impertinent lad.

Henry had caught the sudden gleam in Eugenia's eye and made it a point to pare down completely before he began to undress the older woman. Henry's experience with women convinced him that getting naked first eased tensions and caused them to relax, leading to often very satisfactory couplings. Though only two years separated him and his best friend Magnus, in some areas, Henry had lapped him by years. With a less controlling mother and as the second son, little need to marry early and produce an heir, his family had let him explore every avenue of his sexual appetite. This he had done fully. Like his best friend, Magnus, Henry also had a penchant for older women. Few were as fine as beautiful as Magnus's Laurel. He stepped out of his pantaloons and undershorts and made a subtle pose. Eugenia was doing a very poor job of looking elsewhere. Henry sensed he was on the verge of another conquest.

He strode forward, knelt, and kissed Eugenia's hand. "May this humble servant remove Milady's shoes."

Eugenia suppressed a smile. This rogue of a prince certainly knew the proper way to win a woman's heart. Not that she would fall for him of course, but what was wrong with a bit of reciprocal flirtation? Gently, gallantly, he removed Eugenia's left shoe. He kissed her great toe, ankle, calf, and thigh before grinning slyly and unhooking her left stocking from the suspenders. He made a point of not turning the garment inside out.

"So as to not cause a run in the hose on uneven ground."

That brought a light chuckle out of Eugenia as she lowered her bare foot to the grass and raised her right foot and leg without a word from Prince Henry. He was equally gallant and charming in removing Eugenia's right shoe and stocking. She smiled as she placed her right foot back on terra firma and impetuously tussled Henry's hair. The lad beamed both outwardly and inwardly. Sex with his best friend's slave promised to be positively revelatory!

He stood and began unbuttoning Eugenia's short dress. A moment later, she stood in her sparkling white undergarments. Henry took a moment to consider her trim, athletic beauty. His best friend had told him so much about this stunning woman in his gossipy, besotted letters. He already knew what she sounded like in orgasm and that she often squirted all over the sheets. In truth, Henry's visit to his best friend was as much to bed this fascinating creature as to renew acquaintances.

He suppressed the sudden flutter in his hands as he reached for the knot in Eugenia's lacy bandeau. A moment later, he was treated to the sight of her magnificent, bare breasts. It took a long look on his part to note the evidence of her having nursed twin daughters and a son. If anything, age had given Eugenia a fine patina, like that on an heirloom sword or firearm. Age had improved her beauty. It was like looking at a classic, timeless painting masterpiece. Eugenia, as she was now, would never go out of style or lose her desirability. He leaned forward and kissed Eugenia full on the lips. A jolt akin to sudden static electricity from a doorknob coursed through both the older woman and the younger man. Euginia could not remember a kiss stolen from her that had as much delight as this one. The only one that came close was when she was a teenager and the banker's son had, out of the blue, in the broad daylight on a very public sidewalk, embraced and kissed her. It had not been Eugenia's first kiss of a boy, but it had sparked her desire to kiss as many boys as she could before she settled down with a steady beau. That ambition, which had not been fulfilled in the variety and numbers as she would have liked, came back to her now. Her face broke out in a sly smile. Henry stole a second kiss. It was almost as intense and delightful.

Prince Henry, in one motion, tugged down Eugenia's suspenders and step-ins, revealing her nearly hairless pussy to the sunshine filtering through the trees. After an awed moment of appreciation, Henry returned to his knees, tugged Eugina close, and began to lick and nibble her sex with an experience beyond his years. This young prince was far more skilled in this area than her master or her own husband, who had made precious few overtures in that area throughout their long marriage. Eugenia gasped and bent slightly at the knees to open wider, to grant Henry more access to her secret place.

Prince Magnus watched spellbound as his good friend quickly worked his slave to the cusp of orgasm. Eugenia's breath caught in her throat. She had been completely unprepared for Henry's skill and sensitivity. She tried to focus on anything other than her sudden and unexpected arousal, but failed miserably. She felt her body tense up and then suddenly and spectacularly release itself. She threw her head back in pleasure and emitted a hearty chuckle. Prince Henry savored the taste of Eugenia's sudden and profound wetness. His entire face below his nostrils was coated. He licked his lips and looked up at Eugenia, who was just coming down from her high. Her gaze met his. They beamed at each other. Eugenia knew with certainty that Henry was a rogue, but that no longer mattered. She had decided that bedding down with this charming visitor would be quite the delight, even if it all ended badly and erected a wall between herself and her master. After a heavy sigh, Henry and Eugenia exchanged their third kiss, quite long and scintillating. Henry grasped her arm, turned her towards the water, and they darted into the river. Both came up sputtering and smiling. Prince Magnus, his reverie finally broken, hastily disrobed and joined them in the water.