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Subject: {ASSM} The Princess (MF, Short, preg, nc, kidnap, oral)
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Date: Thu, 22 Apr 2010 08:10:02 -0400
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By John Salach
johnsalach@yahoo.com

All characters and events are entirely ficticious and come from my diseased mind. 




I remember the day clearly. There was
twenty of us hidden in a clearing and waiting for the car to come
down the back roads. My uncle, the fearless leader of our resistance
movement was above me in the tree and had his sniper rifle trained,
waiting for the car.

Then we heard it and my heart skipped a
beat. We had been lay still for over three hours in the dense
undergrowth. No-one said a word. The engine noise got louder and
louder and then I could see movement through the branches.

I could feel my adrenaline being pumped
around my body, awaiting for the explosion. I held onto my AK47 with
all my life - my 21 year old hands trembling with anticipation.

There was a deafening roar as the earth
shook violently and 50lb of high explosive ripped through the car. My
uncle had been tipped off that this vehicle was carrying an Army
General. As the smoke cleared and we waited, waited for any
survivors, and it was clear that there were two cars. My uncle was
only expecting one.

Pablo, my uncles deputy, signalled for
a couple of us to approach the second car. Sweat dripped off my hands
and I gripped my gun. The driver of the second car was dead but in
the back, stirring was someone else. Pablo raised his AK47 to the
shattered window and then exclaimed in shock. He pulled the body -
a girl in her mid-twenties from the car and threw her towards me. She
was covered in cuts from the flying glass but didn't look seriously
hurt. 

The girl wasn't, and was bundled in the
back of the wagon with myself and half a dozen other terrorists.
Inside the hour we were back inside our territory. Of course, the
army would come. They would seek their revenge, but we were safe for
the moment.

My uncle hauled us out of the wagon
when we arrived at the camp. The girl had been crying since the
clearing almost, although I had used a first aid kit to remove most
of the glass and stop any bleeding she had. We looked at her ripped
and expensive clothes disdainfully. I could tell he was going to
shoot her unless she was cooperated. He began asking her questions
that she was not answering. Who was she? Where did she live? Why was
she in the car?

My uncle got more frustrated and he
starting cutting her clothes. Soon, her stained and ripped blouse
concealed nothing and fell away to reveal a dirty-red silk bra. By
the time her skirt was torn from her, she was showing a matching
thong she was in tears. My uncle had not established who she was and
could find no identification on her. She must be from a very rich
family - few girls could afford silk.

Eventually my Uncle did lose his temper
and slapped her across the face. She fell to the floor and he pointed
his gun at her, telling her to tell us who she was. She shook her
head and then forced back the tears. My Uncle laughed when she said
"Princess Sophia" but when she repeated it and he stared at her,
he began to realise. 

The King's eldest grand-daughter and
about eighth in line to the throne was standing in front of us nearly
naked. Turned out that the Army thought the back-road through the
Great Forest would be safe. They sent a big armed motorcade - a
decoy - down the sea route, with that General and the Princess
going inconspicuously down the back roads.  Of  course, my Uncle has
his sources and they told him.

A frantic night of talking and
negotiation and my Uncle had decided that she could be taken to our
hometown village, high up in the mountains and as far from the border
as possible while they set out their ransom. And I was going to take
her. And be responsible for her.

The ride up the mountain could not be
done by car and so Eyal and myself took a horse cart up the seventy
or so miles. Sophia was wearing a loose-fitting T-Shirt and a pair of
shorts we had found although we had stripped her of her underwear.
Eyal wanted her silk underwear for his bird. She was handcuffed to
the back of the cart as it made its ways through the networks of
roads and forests. 

It was a warren and was completely
possible to get lost if you didn't know the way. My Uncle said there
were a thousand little villages in the Mountains and he was probably
right. Our home was near the top of one of the smaller mountains but
had two small rivers running either side of it. Tall pine trees
bordered it on every side and it was seven hours by horsecart to the
nearest town - the furthest we could have driven if we had a
motorcar. We passed through a few other villages en route and plenty
of roads that simply lead to other settlements. Tarmac gave way to
rocks just outside the town and became little more than a track
twenty or so miles from our village.

A few twists and turns and we arrived.
Eyal still lived with his parents in the little centre, but my
Uncle's house was a little further up the mountain and at the end of
the track and was beside a beautiful waterfall. It was, at most a
five minute walk into the village centre but was relief I tethered
the horses to his wooden stump outside the house and went indoors to
find my aunt.

She was glad to see me and hear of the
successful explosion and even more glad to see Sophia sat on the back
of the cart, immobile. 

I sleep on the ground floor in my
Uncles house, a largeish room that was once a small granary but now
house a dilapidated double bed, a battered wardrobe and a few
pornographic posters. I quickly explained to Sophia that if she
escaped we would probably kill her, if she didn't get lost and starve
to death or fall to serious injury. I wasn't sure if I could keep her
tied to a part of the house all the time but reasoned that if she was
being looked after she would await rescue and/or ransom being met
rather than escaping.

My aunt bustled into my room as Sophia
sat on the bed and was given a faded pink cotton dress. It was an old
one she used to wear when she was a lot thinner, but my Aunt is also
quite a short lady and when Sophia changed into it, it barely reached
much past her ass. 

My aunt didn't care, and I certainly
enjoyed the sight of this privileged girl wearing what we all had to
wear because of their oppression. Sophia had long black hair, and
this reached her bosom - that were easily a C cup. Every time she
changed I got a boner - she was beautiful and I also think she
noticed.

My aunt cooked tea for Sophia and me,
as well as all the farm hands and my sister that evening. Sophia was
quiet and obviously scared although I remember my aunt's vintage
peapod wine - at something like 25% - perking her up slightly. 

That evening, I talked extensively to
her. She was my responsibility until my uncle told me otherwise. I
think she thought I was going to sleep elsewhere, but I needed to
keep an eye on her, and so slept in my bed alongside her. I always
sleep naked, and insisted she did the same. She didn't argue and I
snuggled up to her, my erection clearly digging into her back.

It had been six months since I had
shared my bed with anyone. I woke up with a massive morning hard-on.
I was seriously horny. Sophia had barely slept all night and had
wiggled her pert ass against my cock. I was desperate for relief.

I thought about sneaking off for a
quick wank but then thought of Sophia in my arms. I rubbed her
nipples gently and as her breathing rate increased, rubbed them
harder and harder. I felt her freeze as she regained consciousness
from her sleep and realised what I was doing. I rolled her over and
looked into her eyes.

There was fear. There was resignation
of what was about to happen. She knew I was going to fuck her.  She
knew I was going to plunder her pussy.

She tried to keep her legs together,
but I prised them open easily and positioned my throbbing cock and
the entrance of her lovehole. She begged me to wear a condom but I
had none and with one foul angry swoop penetrated her. 

She squealed as I did it, and tears
started rolling down her face as I thrusted my nasty cock into her
hole. This turned me on more than anything - the enemy crying as I
raped them. I could barely resist and jettisoned several waves of my
cum deep inside her. As I dismounted from her, I barely said a word
and then hauled her to her feet, my semen dripping down her thighs.

The waterfall was refreshing but cold.
Sophia was not used to cold showers but did not complain to me. I was
still a nasty rapist, and she did not say a word to me all through
breakfast.My aunt who had heard me having sex with her, complemented
me for doing the deed against our enemy and Sophia burst into tears
again.

This cycle continued for a week. I
would wake up, have sex with Sophia who was putting up increasingly
less resistance each day, and then shower. She wouldn't speak to me
until lunchtime and then we would talk, and do errands on the farm.
She would relax, be happy until the following morning.

My aunt was good friends with the
school mistress in the village centre and arranged for her to help
look after the kids each day. There are over thirty children of all
ages and it is a lot for just one adult.

This started in the second week and I
would take her down to the village school after breakfast and rape
before helping on the farm. 

She was popular with the school kids.
She taught the elder ones Latin and the younger ones all sorts of new
games. She was certainly more relaxed and I was even tempted to let
her walk to and from the village by herself.

The rapes, by know were no longer
forced. She was submitting willingly and it just because a feature of
her life. She began to orgasm at times as well so I know she was
beginning to enjoy them.

After a month or so, I wanted to vary
it a bit. Missionary can get a bit dull after a while and tried a 69.
Sophia admitted she had never given a blow-job before and thought the
idea was disgusting until I pointed out that she couldn't get
pregnant from a blow-job and began to do as she was told. 

Sophia orgasmed twice from my tongue
flicking her clit and pussy although she did spit my cum all over my
cock when she finished. I reasoned she needed training, and after
coming home from the school had her give blow-jobs to all the
farm-hands. She was in tears at the end, but as I told her, it was
for her own good.

After a few weeks of 69 or blow-jobs
every morning, and plenty of practice in the evenings she got very
good at them. Rumours were flying around amongst the teenage boys at
the school that she was freely giving out blow-jobs and they started
to tease her. Suddenly they saw her not as an unattainable school
assistant, but as an achievable sex object.

They started lifting up her skirt when
she was helping them and her ass was forever being patted or fondled.
She became a little distant and unhappy again when I was dropping her
off.  I told her that their behaviour was because they found her
attractive and beautiful and she should encourage it. 

The school mistress did not want to see
her pupils distracted during school and therefore told the five or so
teenage boys that if they did well in class, Sophia would strip for
them at the end of the week. Sophia was horrified, but I made her
practice all week in my aunt's house for all the farm hands so she
was good.

Come Friday, Sophia duly did an awesome
strip tease for the boys and even gave out a couple of blow-jobs to
the boys who did well. She walked back naked, her hand holding mine.

It was about this time that the harvest
was ready and I was putting in longer hours at the farm. Sophia was
walking home by herself and starting dinner when she did. It took
three weeks to get all the harvest in, but I was dismayed to learn
that Sophia was cheating on me when I did start paying her more
attention. 

The school mistress was taking Sophie
back to her house while her husband was out on the farm also and they
were having lesbian sex. It turns out that Sophia was taught to be a
bit of a cunt-licker and was fairly good at it. I decided that I
could only let it continue if I could watch sometimes and ended up
fucking both of them.

Sophia was still giving out blow-jobs
almost every day. She was getting a very good little cocksucker, and
I didn't mind in the slightest. Only me was allowed to fuck her, and
I was still doing that several times a week. We started screwing in
the evening also, and even got a couple of my mates involved to help
spit roast her. She was losing her morals and decency. Her family
wouldn't recognise her. 

I was growing very fond of her. My
uncle had not been back in six months and I worried for him. I knew
if the army came into the village and found her, I would be
slaughtered, and took every day as my last. 

Sophia even took my cock up her back
passage a few times but I liked to see her enjoy the sex and anal
wasn't her thing. Her pussy was so tight it did for me, and when I
did feel the urge to go pussy-licking it always made her climax.

By the time August was giving way to
September we knew something was wrong. Sophia was sick after morning
sex every day for two weeks but then cleared up. As Christmas swept
into the village, she was clearly putting on weight. The doctor
diagnosed her as pregnant, and there could only be one father.

The entire village looked to
congratulate Sophia and me. The priest insisted that we marry prior
to the baby's birth, and the rest of the world celebrated Christmas
Eve, Sophia and I became legally married. Of course, there was no
honeymoon, just wild sex for the night. Sophia did not object to the
marriage and even kissed me during the service but I could tell her
heart wasn't really in it. 

We did start passionately kissing as
well as fucking every morning. She might not want me as her husband,
but she was happy to have me as her lover for the time being. The
cold January air made the waterfall near ice, but it was incredibly
refreshing in the morning and there was something very sexy to see a
five month pregnant girl skipping naked through the frosty moutain.

The boys at the school were even more
horny when Sophia was pregnant, and they kept asking personal
questions. In the end, the school mistress stripped Sophia and did a
physical lesson explaining all about the female genitals and
childbirth.

By the time April came, Sophia was
heavily pregnant. She had been with us for nearly a year, and I had
basically given up on half the sexual positions. She was just orally
satisfying me, save for the odd missionary fuck. Her tits were
massive and it was just a waiting game. Waiting for the birth of my
baby.

My aunt was very excited about the
birth but there was still no word from my uncle. Then a trader came
into the village panicking. The town was overrun with the army and
they were panning out over the mountain to kill and destroy any
remaining terrorists. Sophia and my aunt both looked at me
half-worried and half-expectant. I grabbed Eyal and we fled up the
mountain river. 

I promised Sophia I would be back once
the soldiers had gone. She looked scared as we escaped the village. I
am not sure she wanted me to go, but I had to. Eyal and I clambered
up the mountain and onto the ridge on the other side. Two weeks we
waited, feasting off berries and a few scraps we had both taken
before venturing out again.

Sophia had gone. The soldiers had
liberated her. My pregnant wife taken from me. But it was probably
for the best. The resistance was no more.

The village offered me sympathy that my
wife and baby had gone, but I knew I would bring them back. Somehow,
they would be back. 

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