Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2005 12:36:47 -0800 (PST) From: Sasha Steele Subject: Idle Prince Four The Escape by Sasha Steele Narcissian lay naked with his legs spread. His face was buried in a puffy pillow, and his fists clenched the satin sheet of the soft bed upon which he was sprawled. He arched his back, raising his round backside to Nefertiti. Nefertiti was a black Saharian princess who's country had been taken by the Empire many years before. And, although, now nothing more than a slave girl, Nefertiti lived in the lap of luxury. A condition unknown to her country. Nefertiti liked her life of luxury, and liked nothing more than to service her master. Nefertiti's straight black hair was pulled tight into a ponytail that fell upon her mid-back as she tilted her face toward the ceiling. Kneeling behind Narcissian her dark-skinned legs crossed those of her master and the troubled look upon her beautiful face belied the pleasure she felt as her long black cock penetrated deep inside his ass. Fucking her master slow and easy the beautiful shemale slave girl held off cumming for as long as she could. Each time she withdrew herself to drive her cock back into him Narcissian he would moan into the pillow. Then, on the brink, Nefertitti began to climax. Her undulating motions became desperate causing a smacking sound as her flat abdomen slapped against Narcissian's soft backside. Grasping Narcissian's hips, Nefertitti pulled his ass into her holding him there as she arched her own hips forward to penetrate as deep as she possibly could. "Arrrrrrr," Nefertitti cried out as she shot her heavy load into him, "arrrrrrrrrrrr." Deep inside his bowels Narcissian felt the heat and pressure of Nefertitti's hot cum as she shot her load into him. Taking hold of his throbbing erection he masturbated blowing his load on the satin sheets at the same time she came in his asshole. Following his early morning fuck, Narcissian, Ambassador to the Empire, was bathed, dressed, and fed his breakfast before going out onto the deck. Standing at the rail as his vessel reached shore the slight breeze blew loose strands of Narcissian's long white-blond hair across his beautiful face and lifted the back of his short skirt exposing the seat of his white panties. The Ambassador wore a white-satin mini dress for travel purposes, leaving his soft golden-tanned arms, shoulders, and legs bare. Its lose flaring skirt was edged in gold as was the plunging neckline of its gathered bodice. His brassier and panties matched the color of the dress. All else was gold - the thin belt he wore, the five inch high heel sandals whose straps buckled above his ankles, his many earrings, necklaces, and bracelets, and the jewelled headdress worn on his forehead as a hair band, which peaked down in a V to just above his arched eyebrows and again in front of his ears. The Ambassador's lone vessel landed on the Ardine shore, his fleet lying in wait just over the horizon. The Empire had been at war with Ardinia, and because of the death of their king this meeting had been arranged with his successor. Invasion of Ardinia by the Empire would be stalled pending its outcome, or so the new king, Dharmana, thought. Ambassador Narcissian had an alternative motive for being here. Narcissian's entourage arrived at the castle and were assigned quarters. The Ambassador was given time to freshen up before his audience with the king. A great banquet was to follow the meeting. Then finally, face to face, the new king was immediately taken by the Ambassador to the Empire's beauty. Narcissian came by his blond beauty through royal Napathian blood line. He had changed clothing, now wearing a pink mini dress with a very short flaring skirt, the dress reminiscent of a tutu as worn by the ballet dancers of Kalmar. His long white hair was in a loose style that hung past his bare shoulders. His makeup light and pinkish. His jewelry white-gold. Narcissian wore pink sandals with five inch heels and beige nylon stalkings drawn up high on his smooth thighs. The stalkings were held up with pink garters that showed beneath the Ambassador's tiny flaring skirt as did the bulging cock-pouch of his pink panties. Dharmana felt a stirring below his skirt as the Ambassador pinched the folds of his skirt and stepping back placed his right foot behind the left, bending at the knees as he bowed in an elegant curtsy to the king. Narcissian knew the effect he had on the king. He felt Dharmana's eyes burning into him and could almost see his pulse race as they talked affairs of state and later as they sat facing each other at the banquate table. And the Ambassador used it to his advantage. Talk finished for the day, the last glass of wine drank, King Dharmana bid his guest good night. "Until tomorrow then," he said, adding, "let me walk you to your apartments." With that the king raised out his hand with his palm turned down. Narcissian placed his own hand on the back of the king's and they walked together through the great hall to the Ambassador's apartments. At the door Narcissian turned toward the king who seized him in his arms kissing him deeply. Narcissian felt the king's hard cock under his heavy skirt pressing into his own erection. "Come inside," he invited the king. They embraced and kissed a while longer, then entered the bedroom and before too long Narcissian's panties were off. He lay on his back on the bed. His beautiful stiff cock, its nine inches rising toward his head set onto the layered folds of his upturned skirt. The king drew the front portion of his long skirt aside and freed his hard cock. He lay on top of Narcissian, kissing him while kneading his cock with his own. Then went to down to Narcissian's cock. He took it in hand masturbating his guest before sucking him off. His royal head, crown and all, bobbing up and down King Dharmana slowly brought Narcissian to orgasm. Dharmana was good, drawing his mouth up to the cock head then back down till his chin touched upon Narcissian's bald scrotum. Narcissian moaned with every stroke. Soon he would come in the king's mouth. When that moment arrived Narcissian arched his back, and grasping hold of the king by the head he let out a long sign of relief as his hot juices lubricated Dharmana's throat. The king lifted Narcissian's nylon clad legs bending them back toward his head to open his ass hole. Positioning himself Dharmana leaned into him and guided his cock to its new home. Narcissian gasp as he felt king Dharmana's huge cock enter him. Mmmmmmmmmm, it felt soo good. Dharmana fucked his guest, slowly at first, then aggressively as he brought himself to climax. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He shouted as he came in Narcissian's ass. Narcissian took hold of the king by the back of his neck drawing him to his lips. They kissed long, and in his ecstasy King Dharmana never even felt the slight scratch on the back of his neck from one of the ambassador's diamond rings that, in all the heavy action, had got turned around. "Until tomorrow then," the king said kissing Narcissian one last time. "Until tomorrow," Narcissian repeated. Then King Dharmana left not knowing that he would never see tomorrow. Nefertitti, who had been watching from the shadows, went to her master. Her jealousy showed as did the bulge of her stiff cock in the short skirt of her khaki mini dress. The ambassador ignored this. She knelt. He stepped into his panties. She drew them up adjusting them on his hips and adjusting his cock to its proper position in the cock-pouch. "Well?" Narcissian asked. "All is in readiness, Master. The Prince awaits at your convenience. His apartments lie beyond the west wall of the courtyard where he is imprisoned." "There is found a way in then?" "Yes, Master." The Empire had many spies, and Prince Manakan himself had many allies. And so, an escape plan had been set in motion. Narcissian knew, when entering the prince's boudoir unannounced, that he may catch him at an inopportune time, but time was of the essence. When first he entered, the prince was sitting with six chamber maids attending him. Narcissian saw immediately that reports of the prince's enormity had not been exaggerated, nor had they of his exotic beauty. Would such cumbersome weight compromise the escape? He looked to the six chamber maids. Even in their scanty black uniform dresses they looked capable enough, every man as heavily muscled as any professional warrior. Sitting down, the prince's hulking body took on the shape of a pyramid. He wore a flowing black dress that left his enormous arms and shoulders bare but for its thin straps and the straps of the black brassier worn beneath. His long black hair held back at the forehead with a small black stone crown otherwise flowed in curled tresses down his broad back. His fat, yet beautiful, face was heavily made up with dark eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick, and it was adorned with black stone studs as were his ears. Jewelry of every description dripped from his fat fingers, thumbs, and wrists, and, unseen by Narcissian, a black-stone beaded cock ring. On his heavy chest, above the low neckline of his dress, was an elaborate black stone necklace. Prince Manakan's chest heaved. There was a strained look on his face. And hearing him make a low guttural sound all at once Narcissian realized the prince was in the midst of moving his bowels. Too late, he turned to leave. Manakan looked up. He was breathing heavily from his efforts. "Do my toiletries disgust you? Narcissian." The prince made another effort. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn." "No, Your Highness." "Then, nnnnnnnn, face me, nnnnnnnn." Narcissian turned and curtsied to the prince. The chambermaid who had been kneeling before the prince got up with the princes urinal vase, removing it to the side. A extremely large pair black panties lay stretched a yard or more across the carpet. The prince's skirts had been dropped back in front and now rested on his massive wide-spread knees, only his fat feet clad in black stalkings and black leather high heel shoes showed. The back of the dress skirt, though, was still held out of the way by a chamber maid either side. "Nnnnnnnn. You have come to rescue me. Nnnnnnnn," Prince Manakan puffed, still struggling with his motion. "Yes, Your Highness." "I surrender myself to the empire. Nnnnnnnnn." Manakan sat quite a moment, regaining his breath. "Finished," he said to his chamber maids. The one who had been hidden behind the prince's bulk stood with the gilded fecal tray and Prince Manakan nodded his approval of the large pile of royal excrement simmering on it. A chamber maid knelt down taking up the panties and helped the prince into them. Two other chamber maids took his arms assisted him to his feet, then held out his skirts while his panties were adjusted onto his rotund body. "We must leave at Once," Narcissian said. "Yes. Or my loving cousin will have my head," the prince said. "I am ready." The fools, Ambassador Narcissian thought, just four remaining of the Royal House of Ardine (three very soon), and the seek to eradicate one of their own. "We shall go at once then, Your Highness." He curtsied. The prince was helped onto his transport bed and taken away.