Birthday Presence
Chapter 2
King Aloitious was not a happy man. It appeared that one of the princesses that had come to his palace for his son’s birthday had gone missing and no one seemed to know where she was.
So it was that the king found himself at the queen’s sitting room. He could have barged in if he wanted to. He was, after all, the king, and if he’d thought there was a reason to do that, he would have done it but for now, there didn’t seem to be a reason to do it. Yes, the princess was missing but no, there was no indication of foul play. So he stopped at the doorway and he knocked.
“Who is it?” a voice called from inside.
“It’s your husband.”
The door quickly opened and the queen was there. “What is it?” Loretta asked. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m not sure but one of the princesses is missing.”
“Missing? Which one?”
“Princess Barbara.”
“Princess Barbara is missing?”
She was supposed to come see you. Did she do that?”
“She did indeed.”
“And how did your conversation go?”
Loretta didn’t answer right away. “It went okay,” she said.
“Just okay?”
“Just okay.”
“Anything I should know about?”
“No. Nothing you need to know about but it was just okay.”
The king nodded. “Did she seem okay when she left you?”
“She certainly did. If anything, she seemed happier than when she came in.”
“Happier?”
“Mm hmm. More carefree. She knew why she was here. She knew why she was meeting me. I think it was a weight off her shoulders when she left here.”
“That makes sense.”
“Yes it does, but it hardly explains why she would suddenly go missing.”
“No you’re right. It doesn’t but we do need to find that girl or her parents are going to be up in arms.”
“I would be,” Loretta agreed.
“But she was fine when she left you?”
“She was fine.”
The king shook his head. “Weird,” he said. “Just weird but we have to find that girl.”
“Yes, we do.”
The queen waited until her husband had left before she sat down to think about what had happened to the girl. Yes, the princess Barbara was now a brainless little twit named Barbie but just because she was that that didn’t mean the girl should have gone missing. She wondered if the girl having gone missing was something that was related to what she had done and more importantly, she wondered that if it was, if that could be traced back to her.
She decided it couldn’t but she also decided that in the future, she was going to have to be more careful. She’d already come too far to stop now. She was just going to have to be more careful in the future.
And besides, it was about time for the next girl to be brought to her and Queen Loretta couldn’t wait to receive her.
Of the three women that the queen was set to receive, there was no doubt that the most beautiful of these was the Princess Candace. Her auburn hair was a fiery red and her body seemed to be almost perfect. An ample breast that wasn’t too big, a tiny waist that wasn’t too small, and if that wasn’t enough in and of itself, there were her eyes. They were an icy blue that almost seemed to draw one’s gaze to them.
And yet it was remarked upon by some that as hot as the lady herself might have physically been, she was rather cold and standoffish and especially so to men who seemed to never look past her body and see what might lie underneath.
So it was that the princess came to the queen’s quarters to present herself for examination. It irked her to have to do so for men weren’t the only ones that could fail to see past her outer charms and she feared that if what the queen was looking for was breeding stock for her son, then any examination that might be administered wouldn’t go any deeper than that. Still, it was what was required of her so she came to visit the queen.
The queen greeted her warmly. “My dear, Candace,” she said, “how good to finally meet you at last.”
“Queen Loretta—”
“Loretta, please. Call me Loretta.”
“All right. Loretta.”
“There now. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“I guess.”
“I sense maybe you don’t want to be here.”
Candace paused. “To be honest, Loretta, I don’t like the feeling of being ... of being auctioned off. I’d like ... I’d like to have some say in my own future.”
“Quite understandable, my dear. Quite understandable but I think you understand that that’s not exactly what’s going on here.”
Candace didn’t say anything.
“You do understand that, don’t you?”
“To be honest,” the princess said, “I’m not much sure I see the difference. As I understand it, after a ball on the prince’s 30th birthday where the three princesses who are now here in the castle are put on display, your son the prince will soon be betrothed to one of the three of us.”
“I suppose that’s one way to look at it,” the queen said even as she ignored the fact that Prince Michael was not her son.
“So you see where I’m coming from.”
“I guess I do. You know, I’d like to show you something first. May I do that.”
“I guess.”
Loretta produced something in her hand. It wasn’t clear exactly what it was but whatever it was, it was black and cylindrical and Candace couldn’t help but be curious at what it was the other woman was holding. “I want you to look at this,” Loretta said.
Candace watched as the other woman brought the cylinder up and now there was a red light shining in her eyes and as she looked at the cylinder, she started to see other lights flashing inside the tube and now the tube was being brought forward and she found herself staring inside the thing with whatever the lights were and she found herself unable to look away.
Loretta couldn’t help but look scornfully at the girl sitting in front of her as her face clouded over. Stupid girl, the queen thought. What the hell was the stupid girl doing looking into the thing that Loretta had told her to look into and doing it simply because Loretta told her to do it.
Even before Candace had come to her, Loretta had known of the girl’s reputation and now to see the girl sitting in front of her, her mind open and her mind blank and her mind waiting for her thoughts to fill it.
“You’re a very pretty girl,” Loretta said. “You know that, don’t you. You’re a very pretty woman.”
“Y-yes,” the princess stammered. “I know it.”
“You like it, don’t you? You like it that people find you attractive.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a thought that what she was being told wasn’t exactly what she thought but that thought was so small and so insignificant compared to what she now knew was true. Of course she was a pretty woman and of course, she liked it that people found her attractive. Who wouldn’t like that?
“You like that, don’t you, Candi?”
Well of course she liked it. Who wouldn’t like it? When you had a hot body, of course you wanted to flaunt it.
“You don’t mind it if I call you Candi, do you?”
No of course she didn’t mind that. That was her name after all. Why should she mind being called that.
“Candi’s such a sweet name and you have such a sweet body. I’ll bet you want to let people use your body, to taste your body, to taste your sweetness, to taste your Candi lips.”
Mmm yeah. That was exactly what she wanted.
“You want people to see your body. You want them to notice you and when people notice you, it turns you on and the more turned on you get, the more you want them to notice you.”
Mmm yeah. That was exactly what she wanted.
“You know you’re a princess, don’t you, Candi. You know you’re a princess and in the back of your mind, you keep telling yourself that you should be more dignified but it’s always so hard to be dignified when what you really want is to show off your pussy all the time.”
It was hard, Candi told herself, especially when it was so easy to slip. Being a slut was so much more fun.
“And of course nothing turns you on more than a guy with a big, hard cock. It’s so hard to think straight when you’ve got a cock coming at you but then hey, it’s a whole lot moor fun to give in to your carnal desires.”
It sure was, Candi thought.
Candi hardly noticed that the other woman had removed the cylinder thing from in front of her face. What she noticed was how hot her body was. Of course, she’d always been hot, she told herself but for some reason that now seemed to elude her, she seemed to have been trying to hide that. Why had she been trying to hide how hot her body was?
“Is something wrong?” Loretta asked.
“It’s ... it’s my body.”
“Yes? What about it?”
“I, um, I uh, I want to show it off,” Candi said.
“Why, Candi, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a slut.”
A slut. Mmm. Why did that sound so hot, Candi wondered. She knew she shouldn’t think that way but she was thinking that way nonetheless.
“Is that what you are, my dear? Are you a slut?”
“Yes,” the girl gushed. “I’m Candi the slut.” Damn. It felt so good to admit that.
“I’ll bet you can’t wait to wrap those candy lips of yours around a big, fat cock.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Well, Candi, I think I can see that there are other places you’d rather be than being here spending time with me so I won’t keep you here any longer. I will say that I do hope you find what you’re looking for.”
Candi couldn’t wait to get out of there. She hastily thanked the queen for spending time with her but already, she was thinking about what she was going to do when she finally left her audience with the queen. She hardly sounded all that much like a princess when she asked petulantly, “Can I go now?”
Loretta just smiled at that. “Yes, my dear,” the queen said. “You can go now and if I may, I’d like to suggest you enjoy your stay here at our castle.”
“Oh I plan to,” the princess said and with that, she was gone and she was back to her quarters. She had to change, she told herself. She had to find something that showed off her body instead of these stupid, frumpy clothes that she was now wearing. For the life of her, she couldn’t see why she was forced to wear these stupid clothes in the first place. What she needed was something that would show off her body to its maximum effect.
But when she got back to her quarters, she couldn’t believe it. What the hell had she been thinking, she wondered. There wasn’t a single outfit here that she really wanted to wear. Heck, she’d do better if she went out dressed in nothing but her bra and panties.
Now there was a thought, she thought.
Mmm, but no. As much as going out like that might have appealed to her, she couldn’t do that. She was supposed to be a princess.
She looked at her wardrobe yet again and as she did, a sly smile started to spread across her face. She knew something she could do. She picked up a bell and she rang for one of the palace maids.
It wasn’t long before there was a knock on her door. “Come in,” she said.
Dutifully, the young woman came in to find Candi standing there in nothing more than her bra and panties.
Candi loved the shocked look on the girl’s face but that wasn’t why she’d brought her here. “As you can see,” she told the girl, “I have nothing to wear.”
The girl ducked her head. “Yes, milady.”
“I need for you to go and get me something to wear.”
“Milady?”
“Yoo heard me. I need you to go and get me something to wear. Something hot. Something that will show off my body.”
“I ... I’m not sure I understand.”
“I think you heard me just fine. I need something to wear. A short skirt. A tight top. Anything to show off what a slut I am.”
“I ... I—”
“Don’t just stand there, you twit. I’ve already told you what I need. I need for you to go and get it for me. I need to look like the slut I am. Do you think you can handle that or should I have someone sent to me who’s got a little bit more brains than you?”
The maid stiffened just a bit. “I can handle it,” she said.
“We’ll see if you can. Now go,” Candi said.
It wasn’t long before the maid was back and she had with her some of the sluttiest clothes that Candi had ever seen. Candi couldn’t help but smile to herself as she picked between the clothes. It was easy really. Insult the girl. Treat her like crap and she’d think she was getting back at her by bringing back the trashiest clothes she could find when in point of fact, these were exactly the clothes that Candi had wanted to see.
Mmm, there was a little black skirt in amongst the pile of clothes that was so short that it hardly qualified to be called a skirt.
And then there was the little t-shirt. It was small and pink. Pink was good but small was better. It was so small. It was too small really but if she managed to somehow squeeze her body into the shirt, mmm, if she could do that, it might just work for her. She knew one thing though. She knew she had to try.
The skirt was easy enough but the shirt definitely took some doing. It was apparent almost immediately that even if she did manage to get the shirt on, she wasn’t going to be able to pull it down much past her tits.
At first, she thought she wasn’t going to make it because the top just seemed too small but she tried again. She managed to get it over her head and then she just barely managed to get her arms into the shirt.
As tight as the shirt was, it must have been made for a girl that was smaller than her but she had it on and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but love the way her breasts filled the shirt up. The shirt was so tight that she could see her nipples outlined in the shirt and if she could see it, that meant the guys could see it, too. It was perfect.
“Is there anything else, Milady?”
She’d almost forgotten about the maid but the girl had stayed there the whole time watching her squeeze her way into the clothes that were obviously much too small for her and that was hot, too. Candi was about to dismiss the girl when something occurred to her. “I’m looking for a place,” she said. “I’m looking for a bar actually. It’s the kind of place where no self-respecting person would go. It’s the kind of place where the only women there are sluts and whores. Do you know the place?”
“Why would you want to go there?”
“That’s none of your business,” Candi snapped. “You know the place, don’t you?”
“I’d never go there,” the maid said.
“I didn’t say you would. I asked you if you knew the place.”
“I’ve heard rumors.”
“So you do know the place?”
The maid bit her lip. Getting the princess some trashy clothes was one thing but she wasn’t sure if she should tell her where the place was or even if she should now admit that she knew where the bar was. “Why do you want to know again?”
“That’s none of your business.”
The maid hesitated again. “It’s called The Castle and the Crown,” she said finally. “They said it was a respectable place once but it isn’t that now.”
“Where is it?”
The maid hesitated once more.
“You don’t have to tell me where it is,” Candi said. “I can ask around and if anyone tells me where I heard about it, I’ll just tell them that you told me about it.”
“No. You can’t do that.”
“I can and I will if you don’t tell me what I want to know.”
The maid hesitated once more but Candi already knew the girl was going to tell her what she wanted to know and so it wasn’t all that much later before Candi was entering The Castle and the Crown.
She could tell right from the start that the place was exactly what she was looking for. The men were tough and the women were ... well, the women were sluts just like her, but of course, none of them looked as good as she did but then of course that went without saying. Some guy was going to get lucky tonight in more ways than one.
She’d barely come into the place when a man was coming up to her. “Hey, Babe,” the man said. “I haven’t seen you in here before.”
“That must be because I’ve never been here before.”
“You haven’t, huh? So why are you here now?”
“I’m looking for a good time.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah and you want to know what I call a good time?”
“What’s that, Babe?”
“A good time for me is a big, hard cock and a man who’s willing to use it. You wouldn’t know where I could find that, do you?”
The man was looking her up and down. “I think I might be able to help you out there,” he said.
“You can?” she asked in mock innocence.
“I sure can. You know we could go somewhere and—”
“Why would we have to go somewhere?” Candi asked.
“Huh?”
“Why would we have to go somewhere?” Candi asked again. “I came here to get fucked and I don’t much care who knows it.”
“You’re serious.”
“Of course. I want to get fucked. I want to get fucked right here and now and I want everyone to see it. I want everyone to see what a slut I am.”
The man seemed to think that over.
“You know I’m not wearing any panties,” Candi offered.
“What?”
“I said I’m not wearing any panties. They’d only get in the way if I was.”
“Okay?”
“That means a real man could reach up under my skirt and he could see how wet my pussy was so what about it? Are you a real man? Do you want to see how wet my pussy is?”
“Um yeah.”
“So why don’t you do it?” she taunted him.
The man looked at her and then just as Candi had hoped he’d do, he slid a hand around her bare waist and then he was sliding that hand up under her skirt.
“See,” she said.
“I do see.”
“You know what I see?”
“What?”
Candi the Slut had taken the opportunity as the man had moved in close to slide her own hand down the front of his body and now she stroking his cock through the front of his pants. “I see this,” she said. “I see this fucking me. I see this fucking me here and now in front of all these people.”
“Geez, Babe.”
“What? A big man with a big cock. You can’t tell me that you don’t want to show a little slut like me who’s the boss.”
“Yeah.”
Candi’s hand was now sliding down inside of the man’s pants and then she was wrapping her hand around his member. “Look at you. You’re so hot.”
“God. You really want it, don’t you?”
“I really want it. You know when you got a body as hot as this one, it would be a crime to not share it with anyone that wants a piece of it. You just happen to be the first one, unless of course you want to pass on it.”
“I’m not going to pass on it.”
“Then I think you know what you need to do.”
“So you want to get fucked?”
“I sure do.”
“Well if that’s what you want, I think you can turn around and lean over this bar and show Joe here your tits.”
Joe apparently was the bartender and he was watching as Candi bent over the bar for him.
Candi hadn’t heard the man behind her unzip his cock but she certainly felt it when he pushed up her nearly nonexistent skirt and pushed his cock up between her legs. “Oh fuck,” she moaned as the man entered her. “Oh fuck.”
“I thought I told you to show Joe your tits.”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t huh? Why can’t you? Is it because you think you’re too good to show off your tits?”
Candi moaned as that cock continued to fuck her. “No,” she moaned.
“Is it because you don’t want to show Joe your tits?”
“No,” Candi moaned again.
“What is it then? Why can’t you show Joe your tits?”
Candi moaned even as that cock continued to fuck her. “It’s because my top’s too tight,” she said. “I could barely get it on before. I’m not really sure now if I can get it off.”
The man chuckled at that. “Well I suppose we can’t really fault a slut for wearing a tight, little top but all the same, I think Joe here really wants to see your tits. What do you think?”
Candi looked at the bartender and the way he was looking back at her really left no doubt in her mind. “I think he wants to see my tits, too,” Candi said.
“Well then, we shouldn’t disappoint him.”
Candi was breathing heavily now with what that cock was doing to her tight, little pussy. “No,” she panted, “no, we ... we shouldn’t disappoint him.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
Candi might have wondered just why it was that the man who was fucking her was glad to hear her say that but then she felt someone pulling at the tight, little tee and then she heard the sound of ripping before the shirt finally went lax on her body.
“There now. That’s better, isn’t it?”
It was better. She could shake her tits and when she did, the remnants of the top finally fell free. Up until that moment, she really hadn’t realized just how much she’d hated that top.
“Do you like showing Joe your tits?”
Candi looked up at the bartender as he leered at her tits. God yeah, she loved it.
“I’ll bet you do love it,” said the man in her pussy. “As a matter of fact, I’m sure you do. In fact, I know you do. I can tell from the way your cunt squeezes my cock.”
Oh yeah, Candi thought. Oh yeah.
“And you know what? When a pussy loves cock as much as yours obviously does, well a cock can’t help to love you back.”
He was fucking her harder now and he was moaning too.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Oh yeah. My cock can’t help but love you back.”
The man moaned and that’s when Candi felt it. He was cumming inside her cunt and she couldn’t help but revel in the feel of that. God, she loved it when a cock loved her pussy and she couldn’t wait to see just how many other cocks there were out there who could love her back just like this one. One thing was certain though. She knew she had a beautiful body and if that meant anything at all, she was sure there were going to be a whole heck of a lot of cocks out there that couldn’t wait to love her back.