Hello everyone. This is set in a very low-fantasy world with some very realistic and some violent themes. I'll split the story into multiple parts to make it easier to read in multiple sessions, as this is a long one. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1- Travels

Marina walked beside the carriage, leaning slightly forward and keeping her arms pressed tightly to her side. A river flowed beside her, twisting through the forest trees. She stood still and held her legs together, but was quickly forced to continue walking, the chain around her waist pulling her along.

It was the year 1432, and Marina was a servant girl for the royal family of Queen Jenara, the monarch of a small kingdom called Lunambra, laying in the northern lands of Europe. The Queen was traveling home from a Joust which had taken place in their neighboring kingdom of Valdus. Queen Jenara sat atop the carriage beside her son, Prince Baeden. Six armed and armored guards escorted the carriage, two on each side and two sat on the rear platform of the carriage, watching the rear flank.

Once the Joust of Valdus was completed, there was a Feast which consisted of barrels of ale and mead and tankards of wine. Of course, Marina's refreshment had consisted of a barrel of semi-melted snow which was used to cool the jugs of wine and ale, and in the heat of the firepit and many torch sconces, Marina drank more than her fair share of it. Once the members of the Feast were satisfied and full, the Queen chose to leave the castle that same night to arrive in Lunambra in time for a small competition of their Knights.

Marina had not relieved herself since this Feast. She was held to the carriage by a thin chain which wrapped around her waist and over her shoulders. It was her first time journeying to another kingdom with the Queen, so the traveling freedoms of more trusted servants were not allowed to her. With each step, her belly throbbed and her knees felt weak. She knew that neither the Queen, Price, or the guards had relieved themselves, same as her, but they were used to journeys like this. Marina was accustomed to staying either in in the Queen's or Prince's tower where there was always a chamberpot in a minute's reach.

The Castle Town of Lunambra was only fifteen miles from the Jousting Hall of Valdus, but at the trotting pace of a horse escorting on-foot guards, the distance still felt great. On and on they walked, and after what felt like an Age, Marina could contain herself no longer. As she walked she let out a short yelp, which caught the attention of the Royalty. The Prince looked over the side of the carriage at her, the Queen glaring over her son's shoulder.

"What is wrong with you, girl?" The Queen leered down at her, and the guards bought the to a stop.

"I apologize, my Queen, I...A stone beneath the snow struck my foot. It will not happen again," Marina said, as the vulgarity of expressing a need to urinate in front of the Queen would surely mean a heavy punishment, perhaps even banishment from the kingdom.

"Very well, be careful then," said the Queen, and motioned to the guards to continue the journey. And so she walked. Nearly an hour later, now passing into the afternoon as the sun crossed the top of the sky, they came over a hill to see the turrets of Lunambra's castle, appearing tiny from the distance. There was still travel to be had, well into the evening. But Marina's body had plans of its own. If she could stop at her own pace, hold herself the way she needed to, she might have been able to control herself for the rest of the afternoon. But being constantly pulled, with a chain tied around her waist, there was nothing to be done.

She crossed her arms over her chest and started shivering. Not from the cold, for even as a servant she was well-dressed for the weather. In Lunambra, servants were well-trained to cater to the need of any Noble, and that training required much time. Lunambra servants were not disposable, and to have them dying from cold during every journey was not desirable. She shivered from urgency, feeling the abhorrent quantity of water inside of her pressing down from all directions. The chain that was regularly comfortably loose was squeezed tightly against her belly, and her womanhood throbbed stronger with each passing second. She had never felt like this before, with her own body doing everything it could to ruin her life. Some servants would welcome banishment, a chance to face the world on their own, a free person. But not Marina. She was comfortable, complacent, and held good standing among the peasants and guards of the Castle and city.

She felt herself about to moan again, but bit down hard on her bottom lip to contain it. However, while the moan would be contained, her waters would not. She felt her face turning bright red even through the bitter cold, as a burst of wetness found its way into her thick leather pants. The liquid slid down her leg and found its home in her fur boots. She tightened every muscle she could while maintaining the speed of the carriage, but it was too late for her. As she walked, more and more water escaped her tortured body, sliding warmly down her legs into her boots. After five minutes of slow leaking, she simply lost control. As she walked, her urine flowed strongly from her, sliding down her legs and pouring out of her boots. She looked behind her, waiting for the guards riding the rear of the carriage to notice the trail of yellow snow right to her. But there was no trail. After a few seconds of pondering, her bladder still going strong, she realized that her urine was clear as she had consumed nothing but water the past night. It was clear as the ponds within the Capitol City, and she felt a shred of hope that her humiliation may go unnoticed. As she thought this, she finally looked towards the carriage.

The Prince was staring right at her. Wide-eyed and astonished, he looked on as she flowed like a creek, hardly breathing. He looked to be in a trance, and his gaze did not falter for the entire duration of her relief. She had a look of pure fear on her face, obviously expecting him to jump from the carriage and behead her on the spot, or some such similar punishment. He had no intention of doing so.

As they were moving, Prince Baeden had heard the hiss of water quietly beside him. At first he thought of the river leading to Valdus, but they had long since left it behind. He looked to his right, and spotted the servant girl. At first it wasn't quite clear what was happening. It was a surprising sight, seeing water rise from her boots and pour into the snow. However he quickly realized that she had been forced to relieve herself as she walked. Her pants were made from leather and water would not penetrate them, causing her liquids to rise from her boots once filled. As she walked, more and more water sprayed from her feet.

After a long period of time, her waterfalls ceased. She was still looking up at him, her eyes glowing with fear. He did all he could to comfort the girl without drawing attention to her, smiling reassuringly down at her. Her gaze fell, and she pulled her fur-lined hood over her head and continued walking as the chain pulled her along. Of course the Prince was in urgent need of relief as well, and he could in no way blame the girl for being unable to hold herself for the entire trip. In fact, he was utterly impressed that she had been able to make it this far. If he weren't used to holding such quantities of drink from countless Feasts and Warmeets, he was certain he would have lost himself much sooner than this.

As for the Queen, she was oblivious to the situation as her right ear was nearly deaf due to the natural gas explosion that took her husband the King from her as they explored the newly dug passages beneath the castle by torchlight. Her legs twitched gently, but her own need was doing well enough. It was part of the training of a Lady to be able to absorb any amount of drink and release none of it until she was well ready. Of course there were limits, but she was yet to reach them. Men were vulgar and guards, Princes, and Kings alike would see no backlash from spraying off a castle ledge during a drunken feast. She had seen her own husband make a game of it by seeing who could mark the furthest snow along with King Carter of Valdus. However, if a Queen or any other Lady of nobility were to make water elsewhere than her own chamberpot, she would be forced to flee the Kingdom out of pure shame. She squeezed her legs together for another second, then motioned at the guards to increase the horse's pace.

Marina felt a jolt as the horses picked up a bit of speed. She started slowly jogging to keep up, the chains rattling around her body. At first, the heat of her urine had been comfortable, even pleasurable, but it had quickly started to cool and she began to fear the possibility of frostbite on her legs and feet. They would likely reach the warmth of the castle before it became a problem, though. She glanced up at the carriage from beneath her hood, and saw the Prince was still staring at her with a dazed grin on his face. What is he doing that for, she thought. If he wasn't going to punish her, did he find some amusement from it? Did he find her funny? She pulled her hood back down and kept jogging beside the carriage.

Prince Baeden finally tore his gaze away from the servant girl. He realized it was utterly rude to stare as such, but for some inexplicable reason he found the scene fascinating. This small girl had obviously done everything in her power to contain herself, despite the fact that she knew the length of the journey ahead of them. What was it about women that made them torment themselves such over something so simple and understandable? Why not just say she needed a piss and stop the carriage to properly relieve herself? But then he thought of his mother, and how she would have reacted if a servant girl were to interrupt their travels in such a manner. Maybe it was better this way after all. He shifted in his seat, and felt his manhood stiffen slightly beneath his chainmail greaves. He looked back down at the girl, and had to admit to himself that she was definitely attractive. Her best point was her eyes, which were a shade of amber he had never seen before. He had a good look at them while they were staring each other down as she was wetting herself. In the light of the sun they looked nearly purple.

Other than her eyes, her hair was another fine feature, a dark, morose shade of red that matched the very few leaves that remained on the trees above them. She was healthier than other servant girls he had seen, obviously receiving better and more food as she was a personal servant to the Royal Family. She was the perfect height, he estimated 15 centimeters shorter than his two meters. Her legs were long but they didn't take away from the rest of her body. Even through her heavy animal skin coat (Elk, he thought), her breasts were standing out, enhanced by the chain pressing into them from either side. He shifted again, feeling his bladder pressing into the rope tying his robes together. He thought about calling for the carriage to stop so he could attend to his need, but in his endless chivalry, refused to force the servant girl to know this after she had so strongly fought for her dignity. He looked away from her just as he heard two twangs of crossbow strings, and the two leading guards fell to the ground, dead.

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Chapter 2- Trees

Marina screamed as twelve men sprinted onto the road from the surrounding forest, coated in white fur that had perfectly hidden them within the snowbanks. The rear guards drew their broadswords, but they were dispatched by two more crossbowmen. Marina dove for cover under the carriage, and she heard the Queen shriek as she was pulled from her seat. Marina saw the Queen's light blue robe as she was dragged into the forest away from the carriage. Above herself, she heard Prince Baeden scream in fury, the sound of a sword unsheathing, followed by multiple metallic clashes. She heard a fwhump from behind her, and rolled over to see the Prince laying on his back beside the carriage. The bandits surrounded him, but he rolled backwards onto his feet, sweeping his sword around, cutting the legs of three of the bandits. They fell, and the Prince sprinted for the front of the carriage. She heard a horse neigh angrily, and the carriage began to move forward, with Marina still attached to it. She was spun out from under the carriage and started to get dragged behind it, and she looked down to see the Prince sprinting after her, holding the Hawk Axe of a fallen bandit. He dove through the air, driving the spike of the axe into the chain that held her, breaking the link as the carriage sped away from them.

Prince Baeden grabbed the servant girl and tossed her over a snowbank into the forest. He threw the axe into the chest of the nearest pursuing bandit, and dove over the snowbank after her. He lifted her to her feet and lead her by the hand deep through the trees into the forest. Every few steps he turned to look behind them, until eventually the bandits were nowhere to be seen. Finally, Baeden stopped to catch his breath, the servant girl stopping beside him. She had tears pouring from her beautiful eyes and the Prince could hardly stand the sight.

"Who were th-" she stammered, but was interrupted by the Prince.

"What is your name?"

"Wha-"

"Your name, girl. Tell me."

"I am Marina, my Prince. I just- Thank you for-"

"Silence, Marina. We mustn't draw attention to ourselves right now. Stay close to me. I have to capture one of them and figure out where they've taken my mother." He turned and began to head back towards the road.

Marina followed the Prince, ever more aware of the freezing water within her boots and pants. She feared the effects of the cold almost more than she feared the bandits...or the Prince. "Wait, please," she called. He stopped and turned to her.

"What is it?"

Summoning all the bravery she had in her small frame, she just decided to spit it out. "You saw what happened to me earlier. My boots and pants are soaking wet, and frostbite will soon set in. I need to find shelter and warmth or I will die out here, or at best, lose my legs. I understand you must find your mother, but please: Allow me to seek shelter on my own."

He stared at her inquisitively. "You speak very interestingly for a servant. Where were you raised?"

Marina failed to see the urgency of this question, but she decided to humor him. "I was raised within the castle since birth, trained to be a personal servant to you and the Queen. I was only given the true duty two weeks ago."

"Very well. If you are a servant to us, is it not your duty to offer your life to protect the Queen?"

"Well, yes, but if-"

"Then we shall find you shelter and warmth, and upon recovery you will help me recover the Queen. These bandits are well-known around these parts. They make a habit of capturing nobles and ransoming them for gold, although they've never been bold enough to target the Royal Family. I don't fear for my mother's immediate safety, they have no history of killing or harming their captives." He motioned for Marina to follow, and lead her into the thick trees again.

After trudging through even more snow, Marina spotted a cliff face hidden behind a group of evergreens which were leaning against the rock, leaving a patch of dry ground underneath the snow. "There!" she whispered, pointing at the potential shelter. Baeden walked underneath the trees, pushing into them to make sure they wouldn't fall or shift, burying them in snow. Once he determined them to be solid enough, he motioned for Marina to enter the shelter. She collapsed onto the dry pine-covered ground, exhausted from the journey, her accident, and fleeing from the bandits. The Prince sat next to her and saw her begin to shiver.

"You aren't wrong, frostbite will set in soon without intervention. However there is no way I can light a fire with hostile men in the territory." Without another word, he leaned over Marina and quickly pulled off her freezing boots and then began to untie the rope of her pants.

"Oy, what do you think you're doing!" she spat, before she could stop herself.

Baeden looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry Marina, but you have to understand. This is survival, there's no room for dignity or shame here. If you leave the wet clothes on, you know what will happen." And he pulled free the bow on her pants and slid them off of her before she could protest further. She was now exposed to the open air, and despite all the bad circumstances the Prince could not help but notice the perfect two-inch gap between her thighs and her tight womanhood that appeared as no more than a slit underneath her lower hair. He looked up into her face which was redder than the setting sun, then finally shook off the hypnotizing sight and jumped into action, removing the outer layer of his robe and wrapping it around her feet and legs. He lay next to her and wrapped his arms tightly around her legs. And there they stayed, for an hour without saying a word.

As time passed, Marina grew more and more comfortable. Her legs quickly warmed between the Prince's soft robe and his tight grasp, and she felt herself shiver from a new feeling entirely: Excitement. She was laying in a forest with a Prince, a PRINCE, beside her, embracing her nearly naked legs with his head inches from her most private areas. She turned red again as she felt herself unwillingly moisten beneath the Prince's robe. The Prince slid upwards slightly and she was terrified that he may have noticed this, but then she saw something she never imagined she would see a Prince do. He rolled onto his back and openly grabbed his manhood, letting out what could only be described as an anguished groan. After the initial shock of this display, she remembered: He had not relieved himself since the Feast the night before. With every passing second she felt herself getting braver and more comfortable around the Prince, and she spoke to him.

"My Prince, I know that you have not...tended to your humanly needs in well over twenty hours. There is no shame in it, you must do it sometime."

To her surprise, the Prince did not appear upset with her proposition. "I cannot leave this shelter," he whispered simply. "The bandits could be anywhere and I can't let my guard down as such."

It was though Marina was under some sort of spell, she couldn't control the words coming from her mouth. "Then do it here, my Lord. I swear to you, it does not offend me." The Prince's face was contorted in concentration, he was obviously at the very limits of his capacity. "Think about it, if we are attacked while your need is so urgent you would not be able to fight." She looked at him, entranced by how human he appeared, a high class noble being held to such basic needs. And for whatever reason, Marina loved it. She was surprised by what he said next. "What about you? It has been over two hours since you did it. I saw you going at that barrel of water last night, I'm sure you have need again."

Marina hadn't even thought about it with all the excitement, but now that it was mentioned, she did feel the pressure that had been so familiar to her for all that day. "Yes, my Prince, I do feel it again. But I'm sure my need is nowhere as strong as yours." She finally had the luxury of crossing her legs now, and she felt the Prince's robe pressing against her womanhood.

"It wouldn't be proper of me to relieve myself while you have need of it too," he said, and ironically went back to openly holding himself and breathing heavily. Marina wouldn't have any of that. She pulled his robe off of her and kneeled straight. He turned his head to look at her, and his face instantly went blank again the same as when she lost control beside the carriage. If he looked on with such fascination then, he could see even more now. She crawled to the base of the shelter, and leaned back against one of the trees.
"I will free you of your need to be 'proper' then," she said, and a jet of urine began spraying out from between her legs. It was too much for the Prince, and he began desperately tugging at the rope on his inner robes and finally his greaves underneath. As Marina was still going, he freed his manhood and slowly knelt beside Marina. She looked at him, at it. She had never seen a man's effects before, save for paintings and statues. It was so much bigger than either of these art forms displayed. She realized that the Prince was still looking at her, and he wasn't yet releasing his water. Her legs were positioned so he could only see from the side, and in a moment of impulse she widened her legs to give him view of herself. This did it.

He began to go, gasping and groaning in pleasure as he finally released twenty-one hours worth of urine. She ran out after a few more seconds, but kept staring at the Prince as he relieved himself beside her. He quickly tried to turn away from her, but she crawled further towards the edge of the shelter forcing him to stay facing her, as if he turned he would wet their pine bedding. "Does this amuse you, girl?" he said in an agitated tone, as she continued watching him intently. However despite his pride, his body failed him, and she saw his organ stiffen greater with each passing moment she watched him. Her womanhood was still in full view, and not even a Prince could deny her attraction. Soon enough, he finished his business and collapsed backwards onto the pine bedding.

Marina watched as he struggled to stuff his hardened member back into his tight chain and leather greaves, but it was futile. Marina lay naked beside him and his thoughts would not leave her. But he was a Prince, his honor forbade him to take advantage of the girl. And so he continued to lie there, his manhood standing straight as a Royal Guard. Marina would not take her eyes off it, as he could not take his eyes off of her. Marina's legs were getting cold from the open air, but she did not want to wrap herself as the Prince was still exposed. It was a standoff of a very unique nature, but one of them would have to falter. Marina decided to make her move.

She pulled the robes back over herself, and slid upwards to lay next to the Prince. She was now pressed against him, and she opened the robe and covered the Prince with it as well. "I offered my robe to you, there is no need to share its warmth with me," he said softly, his breath passing over her ear as he spoke. She shivered but managed to compose herself.

"There is nothing wrong with a woman being chivalrous, my Lord. I know you must be very cold." He could not deny her statement, he was very cold indeed. He pulled the robe tighter over himself and Marina did the same. They stayed there as the sun set behind the trees and the shelter slowly fell into complete blackness. Baeden's back grew sore from a stone that had been digging into it for a time, and he rolled to his right and felt his manhood press against her leg. Before he could turn away, she sleepily swatted at it, causing him to yelp softly. She rolled around and glared at him. "What was that sound for?" she asked.

"You hit me in my-" But he didn't need to finish his sentence. Marina began giggling like a young girl, pressing her hands against her mouth to stifle herself.

"I'm sorry, I thought there may have been a squirrel on me or some such, are you alright?" she said through continuous laughter. The Prince couldn't help himself, and he began chuckling along with her. He wasn't sure what he found so funny, but her laughter was contagious. He realized that they were making far too much noise, and he pulled her against his chest until they both regained their senses. They stayed together for a time, breathing softly and feeling each other's warmth. Finally Marina looked into the eyes of the Prince. "Do you want me, my Prince?"

Baeden held his breath and closed his eyes, fighting every instinct his body was shouting at him. "I cannot. I am honorbound to-"

"Oh I'm sorry, but to hell with your honor, if you want to have me, then I am yours right here and now!" she whispered desperately into his ear. He couldn't stop himself, and his right hand slid down between her legs. She inhaled deeply and pressed herself into him, holding his hand against her burning mound. He stroked her hair with his left hand and rubbed her soaked womanhood with his right. His middle finger slid smoothly into her, and he gently rotated his hand, coinciding with Marina's own gyrating. Her eyes and mouth were tightly squeezed shut, and she moaned inwardly, using all her strength not to yell out loud. He moved his left hand from his hair over her right breast, gently squeezing and rubbing it through her coat. She pulled her hands up and fiddled with the buttons until the coat fell loose, exposing her small but extremely smooth and perky breasts. Her nipples stood at full attention, and her entire body quivered with lust. He ran his left hand over her breast, gently circling her nipple as she breathed heavily into his chest. His right hand continued its work, sliding in and out of her body. He felt that rough patch about three inches into her and began to rub it and push on it, the only thing that ever seemed to get a reaction out of the many princesses he had been presented with. However, Marina's response was far greater than any of those. She squealed and gripped his arm so tightly it almost hurt, and she pressed her face into his robe to stop herself from screaming. She thrust forward and back, pressing herself against his hand as hard as she could. Eventually she could take the teasing no longer, and she pushed his hand away and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him. Baeden kneeled over her, gripping his rock-hard member and began to lean into her...but with the willpower of God Himself, he fell to the ground and pulled the robe tight around Marina's shaking body.

"Honorbound or not, it isn't the time nor the place. Sleep now, we search for the Queen come morning." And that was that. She was left hot and untended, as was the Prince, but if he would restrain himself she must do so as well. For well over an hour she fought the desire to bring herself to satisfaction beneath the robe, but she finally drifted into a restful sleep.

Marina awoke the next morning to the Prince gently shaking her shoulder. She sat up and looked around, and saw her pants and boots were hanging over a small firepit, as well as a large flask full of melted snow. "Won't that draw attention to ourselves?" she asked.

"I believe we are safe here, for now. Listen, you can hear birds chirping about from every direction. If there was anything dangerous about, they would be silent," he explained. "And also, I've made sure to cut the bark off the wood I'm burning, to make it produce less smoke." Marina sat up and pulled off the blanket, standing straight for the first time in what felt like a year. She stretched, and Baeden looked up at her, still naked from the waist down. The sun shone through her thin legs, making her private hair glow a bright red. He quickly looked away this time, last night's rest allowing him to focus better on his composure. "Your clothing is dry, get dressed, we must leave this shelter soon."

"I'll get dressed soon enough, but I must tend to another matter first." And she leaned back against the cliff wall and relieved herself where she stood. Baeden looked on from the corner of his eye as she emptied herself, secretly amazed at the boldness this girl showed in the face of Royalty. He knew that many other Princes and Kings would go as far as to execute the girl if she had done such an act before them, but Baeden was never like other Royalty. He had been introduced to many princesses, but as the male heir of Lunambra he had no obligation to take any but whom he chose. And he chose none of them, not due to lack of beauty, or lack of their desire for him. He rejected their father's propositions for a reason many would find superficial or paranoid: The fact that none of them acted like a real person. They had all been trained from birth for the singular reason of being shoved into the arms of a prince of their father's choice. Each of them walked the same way, spoke with the same manner, greeted him with the same words, and lay still as he took them to his bed except when he rubbed that special spot. And each left his kingdom with the same stone-set face. No sadness of his rejection, no unique attempts to regain his favor.

Now he stood as this beautiful, astounding, emotional, animalistic girl finished urinating and walked proudly across their shelter where she pulled her pants on, tied them tightly, and slid her feet back into her warmed boots. He wanted her, there was simply no denying it. Once they returned to the castle, Baeden would find this girl and finish what she had started. "Drink," he said. "We've had no water since the Feast, and we must be healthy for what is to come." So she drank, estimating half the flask and passed the rest to Baeden, who finished it off. He tossed it back to Marina, instructing her to fill it with more snow. After she had filled the flask, Baeden slid it into the pocket of his robe, which he put back over his body. It smelled of the scent of a woman, and it fogged his mind. He couldn't have the distraction. He tossed the robe into the flames as Marina looked on inquisitively. He took the robe's bright blue color into consideration and said: "The color of the robe does nothing to blend with the environment. If we can avoid being detected, we'll be much better off. Now come, it's time we leave."

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Chapter 3- Stone

Queen Jenara opened her eyes and tried to sit up, but was held back from both directions. Through tired, cloudy eyes, she looked to her left and then her right to see that her hands and feet were chained to a stone slab. And even worse than that, she was naked. She tried to pull at her chains, but was stopped by the overwhelming pressure inside of her. She crushed her legs together and gasped, barely containing herself through the wave of urgency. It passed and she lay back, breathing heavily. She figured many hours must have passed since the bandits attacked the carriage, as she had been managing herself fine there but was in agony at the moment. She had not felt the need for relief so greatly since she was in training as a Lady-in-Waiting as a little girl, with the threat of sleeping on the hard floor looming over her if she were to wet herself. Of course the test was a trick from the start, and they had planned to force her to wait until she lost control no matter how long it took. And now she was again laying on a stone floor, again about to lose to her bodily limits. Again her insides throbbed, and she let out a yell this time, a yell that echoed through the stone chambers.

"Hello?" A small voice piped up from beside the queen, and she turned to see another woman sitting in the corner behind her, also naked. The Queen was taken aback by how similar the woman looked to her. The same flowing brown hair, smooth, pale skin, same strong frame, even the same green eyes. From a distance, she could easily be mistaken for the Queen. This thought is what allowed the Queen to realize that she had very likely indeed been mistaken for her, which was why she was here.

"Who are you, girl?" the Queen asked, even though the woman nearly matched her age of 38.

"I am just an adventurer, my Queen. I was attacked by many men two days earlier, and I believe they mistook me for you. I must say, we do appear alike. They've treated me surprisingly well, but I fear I won't remain so fortunate now that they know they have the wrong woman."

"I see. Do you know where we are?" the Queen asked her.

"Yes. We are at Olsha Fortress." The Queen recognized the name. It was only about half a mile off the road she was taken from. "I used to nearly live here as a child, right after it was abandoned as a military post once we allied with Valdus."

The Queen laughed painfully. "I watched my father give that order. Ironic now, that I am held by brigands who are only here due to this order." She was interrupted by heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway outside the prison door. A tall, bearded man dressed in heavy chain and plate armor unlocked the steel door and entered their cell.

"Aye hello there, Queeny," he said in a gruff, deep voice. "Glad we finally have the right one of you. We were certain it was her, until she started screamin' and pissin' all over the place. Shameful display for a Queen we thought, so I took the time from my day to question her. She managed to convince me that she were not Royalty, which lead us to find you." The Queen stayed silent. "You don't need to say nothin', the gold and weapons we found on your carriage as well as the guards tell me we got the right bitch this time."

The bandit placed his hand on her right breast, and she stared daggers into him but made no sound. His hand ran down her body towards her womanhood, but before he got there his hand passed over her massive, bulging bladder. She involuntarily shouted, slamming her legs shut and squirming as much as the chains allowed. The bandit grinned evilly at her. "BOYS, GET OVER HERE!" he shouted. Soon more footsteps approached, and four men joined him over her naked body. "I think this cunt needs a piss as well, wouldn't you think?" he laughed. The other men joined in his laughter. "I feel like it would be amusing to watch a Queen humiliate herself so. He leaned against the wall, watching her. "How long do you think you can wait, eh?"

The Queen's fury blocked out any of his proposed humiliation. She continued to stare him down, and she released her legs grip on each other. For twenty minutes she lay there, each second feeling as an hour. With each breath she took, her vulva twitched and her muscles strained. She could see her stomach bulging nearly six inches beyond its usual size, and she was thankful she had no girdle or belt to compress it. Her pride allowed her to contain herself. She did not know this, but inside of her, two liters of wine and water pushed down on her, more than she had ever before contained. She would never admit it, but many times during and after feasts she had allowed herself to leak into her many undergarments to relieve some pressure, but now she had no such option. The slightest amount of fluid escaping her would be fully visible to everyone, and so she held. After half an hour, the men gave up the vigil. "I'll be back soon to see your mess," their leader spat as he left the room.

As soon as he was gone, the Queen began to cry, something she had not done in many years. Not out of fear or pain, but from the insult of knowing she would soon burst, giving her captors the satisfaction. "I'm sorry for what has happened to you, girl," she said to the other captive. "I wish I could defy them but my body is going to fail me as yours did. Soon I am going to wet myself on this floor like a common peasant child." The woman's next words made no sense to the Queen, at first.

"Not if I hide it."

"How could we hide it, we have no cloth, no holes-" And the Queen gasped as the woman crawled over her and knelt beside her legs.

"My Queen, would you do anything do defy these men, anything to prevent them the sight of your loss of control?" The girl spoke seriously, looking into the Queen's eyes.

"I would. But I simply do not see what-" And the girl turned, kneeling over the Queen and placing her hands on the floor beside the Queen's hips. She lowered her head, and placed her mouth over the Queen's womanhood just as she lost control of her waters. The Queen went dumb with relief, unable to protest the abhorrent maneuver the girl had performed. She burst directly into the woman's mouth, and she swallowed every drop the Queen put out. She tried continuously to stop her flow, but it was well over ten seconds before her muscles regained enough strength to stop it.

Trying to stifle her moans of relief, she glared down at the girl, who wiped the Queen's urine off of her chin. "How...dare you," the Queen hissed down at the woman. "I should have you banish- execu- burned at the-" But her head fell back. Every muscle in her body was weak from holding her drink, and her mind finally realized that she had just been saved earthshattering humiliation in the face of her enemies. Soon afterwards, she heard people approaching once more from the hall. The leader and his four men entered the cell. He stared at her inquisitively.

"What trickery is this!? I saw with my own eyes the size of your belly and somehow you stay dry." A brilliant idea filled the Queen's mind.

"It is because I am a Sorceress, you animal." She mustered the best 'evil grin' she could manage. "The one and only reason I have not melted off these chains and turned you and your men into tadpoles is because I respect the laws of this country and want to see you held to trial and hung from the neck until dead. I remain here, for I have sent my Familiar to the castle to notify the Captain of the Guard of my whereabouts. Now leave me be, and await my army as they tear this fortress to the ground." Her deception worked perfectly. Fearful expressions spread over their faces as she spoke, and on her last word each and every one of them stumbled backwards from the room. Putting herself in the shoes of a simpleton, she could hardly blame them for believing her. It was utterly obvious that she was about to wet herself, and for the problem to suddenly vanish was as close to sorcery as the real world would ever see. The true solution to the problem likely seemed unfathomable to the bandits, and the Queen would have never thought of it herself. While they would not believe her act forever, the other woman's quick actions had bought them more time, which was all they needed.

The woman spoke again. "That was a smart plan, my Queen, but we both well know there is no army on their way. Will we really remain safe here?

"You needn't worry," the Queen whispered to the girl, now smiling true. "These men will be not but corpses before this day is out. My son escaped their first attack, and I swear to you, his wrath is far greater than any army."

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Chapter 4- Interrogation

The bandit slipped on a patch of ice, slowing him just enough for Baeden to catch up. The Price crashed into the terrified bandit with all his weight, sending him sprawling to the ground. Baeden drew his longsword and thrust the tip through the bandit's left leg. He cried out in agony, but was given no quarter as Baeden lifted him off the ground by his baldric and slammed him violently against the trunk of a tall evergreen. Baeden leaned in, his face no further than an inch from the bandit's.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He roared, smashing the bandit into the tree once more.

"Fuck off," the bandit spat, fruitlessly struggling against the Prince's iron grip.

Baeden stepped back, then lunged forward landing an explosive overhand punch to the bandit's chest, shattering his collarbone with his steel gauntlet. The bandit crumpled to the ground, and was met by a steel boot crashing down onto his elbow, dislocating the joint. Baeden pulled him to his feet, and asked again: "WHERE IS MY MOTHER, WHERE ARE YOUR MEN KEEPING THE QUEEN!?"

"She...the...is at," he mumbled, close to losing consciousness. Baeden dragged him along the ground and shoved his face into a pile of snow, shocking him awake, then tossed him back to the ground, placing the edge of his sword along the bandit's throat. With unfocused eyes, he said: "We're holding her in Olsha fortress-"
"How many of you are there?" Baeden hissed at him.

"Ow, there's another thirteen of us, but-" And the Prince cut his throat. He lay gurgling for a moment, then leaned back, dead.

Baeden looked to the treeline, at Marina, who was crouching hidden in a bush watching his interrogation. She stepped out, looking at him fearfully. "Did you really need to kill him? He told you where the Queen was."

The Prince walked to Marina, sheathing his blade and placing his hands on both her shoulders, looking deeply into her eyes. "Listen to me and understand, Marina. These men are not knights, this is not a Joust or Tournament. They lack any and all honor or dignity, and they can not, under any circumstances, be underestimated or afforded mercy. They will torture and ransom me, they will rape you and sell you into slavery, and while you may already consider yourself a slave, I promise you that your new owners will not treat you as the Royalty of Lunambra does. I know you have never experienced warfare, and resent me if you must but I cannot hold back against them." She looked back at him, and to his surprise, she nodded wisely.

"I may not be accustomed to death, but I understand the danger that we face. Do what you must."

"Thank you. Now stay close to me." They trudged through the forest for another thirty minutes, and finally came back to the road they were traveling on. They could see the abandoned carriage sitting still a few hundred yards in the distance, and the castle town looming miles away.

"Should you not get to the castle and muster a force?" Marina asked.

"I'm afraid not. Even though we know where my mother is, all of these old outposts have tall watchtowers and underground escape routes. A number of men approaching would quickly alert them, and they would flee before we reached the gates. I must sneak in and rescue her quietly. Listen, Marina. You should not come in there with me, it's no place for a noncombatant. Go back to our carriage and rest until I return."

Marina glared at him. "Bugger that, I'm far better off at your side than hiding in a glorified meat barrel for some bear to find." Baeden knew perfectly well that these lands were inhabited by bears, wolves, and many other dangerous creatures. He decided her response was fair enough despite the crudeness of it, so he nodded.

"Very well. Olsha is about half a mile off the road, to the west. I know these forests, but stay close." So they continued to trudge through the slush and snow, stopping once to refill their canteen again. After nearly an hour of slowly navigating the forest, Baeden held out his arm to stop Marina. Silently, he pointed two fingers at his eyes, the universal symbol for 'Look at this', then pointed forwards and up, through the tree canopy. Marina squinted to see through the sunlight, but her eyes quickly adjusted and she saw a stone turret towering over the pines. She nodded, and followed as Baeden moved quietly towards the fortress. They soon reached a clearing, a stone plateau rising above a small ditch littered with bushes and small trees. Suddenly, Baeden pushed her down against a prickly bush. She looked at him, flustered, but he just motioned for silence and pushed her harder against the painful shrub. She almost let out a moan, but froze as she heard footsteps sloshing through the snow no more than two feet above her head. Without moving her head, she moved her eyes upwards so far that they hurt, and saw a man dressed in thick leather armor carrying a crossbow passing their hiding spot.

Right after he passed, Baeden peeked out of their cover, glancing in every direction. Deciding it was clear of other threats, he drew his dagger and vaulted onto the plateau. The bandit heard the jingling of his chainmail, but Baeden moved with such speed that he never had time to call out. Rolling to his feet, Baeden jumped through the air, flying an incredible distance for the amount of armor he was wearing. As he impacted the bandit, he plunged the dagger into his throat, and the bandit crashed into the ground. As the ground was stone, and the bandit was wearing leather rather than chain, his falling made nothing more than a soft thump. Baeden landed gracefully, but his armor still made far too much noise. Marina eyed the dead bandit.

"He looks just about your size. If we're trying to handle this quietly, you need to lose your armor, it sounds like a boar in a potter's shop. Put on this leather, it's protective enough and much quieter, not to mention darker in color." Without a thought, Baeden began pulling off his tabard, then stopped. He stared at Marina, realizing that she delivered her words in a manner that could have come straight from one of his Knights. Again, she reaffirmed his opinion that she was no light-headed servant girl.

"You speak to me as an equal, without fear. I am not angry about it, but I am curious as to why you are so casual with me. All of my servants fear me, bend to my every whim. What is it that allows you to see that I am not like the other Royalty?"

"Your servants need only see you as a fixed point, my Prince. They've never fought with you, they've never survived with you. I've seen your strength, your love, your drive, your ability. I've seen you at your most vulnerable, and you at mine. I feel as though there is no need to behave as a servant to you anymore. I know you won't have me beheaded for speaking my mind, and I know that you find me worthy of your chivalry. There is simply no use in attempting to behave properly, we are out here together, trying to save the Queen, trying to stay alive."

At her words, Baeden was overcome with a surge of lust. He reached out, gripping Marina's arms. She stumbled into him, her breasts pressing softly into his chest. He moved his left hand upwards, brushing her cheek then sliding his hand to the back of her head. He leaned in, and so did she. As their lips were about to touch, Marina's eyes drifted to the right, to the body of the bandit that still lay bleeding. He came crashing back to earth, and pulled away from her. "I apologize. But you are correct, my armor isn't proper for this sort of thing."

Baeden stripped down as Marina looked on. She eyed his front, seeing that his body had again failed his intentions, causing his manhood to press forcefully against his light underclothes. He looked up at Marina and turned red when he saw her staring at his erect member as she smiled innocently at him. Despite this, he equipped the dead bandit's leather armor. Handling the body caused his organ to calm down quickly, and he was able to shove it down into the leather greaves. He piled his expensive chainmail and plate boots and gauntlets under a tree to retrieve later. "Come on," he said, and he grabbed the bandit's crossbow and quiver and moved towards the fortress with Marina following behind.

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Chapter 5- Training

Slinking through the trees with the agility of a cat, the Prince pressed himself against the stone wall surrounding the fortress. Marina came in behind him, much less gracefully, and stood by his side. Baeden stood tall and jumped, grasping the top of the wall and pulling himself up enough to peek over it. He glanced around, then dropped back to the ground. "The gate is on the other side of the fortress. I don't see any men, lets get over this wall quickly." He held out his hands to Marina, and she stepped into them. He lifted her with ease, and pushed her up and over the wall, where she crash-landed with a loud thump. He then jumped again, hauling himself over and climbing down next to her. "Listen Marina, I mean no offense, but you move like a wounded cow," he said, half as a fact and half as a retort to her 'Boar in a potter's shop' line. She stared at him indignantly, but he ignored her glare and continued. "You need to stay low, keep your legs loose. When you step, put down your foot heel-first and then roll your foot into the step. Watch and feel for branches or crunching leaves as you walk," he whispered into her ear.

"Alright, I understand," she whispered back. They circled around the fortress, Marina doing her best to follow Baeden's instructions and remain silent. As she tried to loosen up the muscles in her legs, she felt the pressure in her bladder. She had been drinking from the canteen a lot more than Baeden. She squeezed her legs together for a few seconds, then continued to follow Baeden to the base of the fortress tower, and he peeked around the corner. He held up his hand, and again performed the 'Look here' gesture, and she crawled past his legs and looked where he pointed. Two guards stood a short distance away, positioned on small guard platforms built onto the stone walls. Looking around, she could see nobody else. One of the guards began to turn in their direction, and Baeden grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back into cover.

"Marina, I hate to ask this of you, but do you think you can handle a crossbow?"

"Well I've...I've never fired one, I've never killed-"

"I know that, but are you willing to in order to save my mother?"

Marina inhaled deeply. Despite the Prince's earlier words, she knew of war. As the Queen slept or was being handled by other servants, she had read many tomes on battlefield tactics, the use of weapons such as bows, crossbows, longswords, and ballistas. She was afraid of what she may feel if she killed a man, but she was also adamant about saving the Queen and, if she could be of any help, aiding the Prince. "I will do as you ask. You must pull the bow for me though, I fear I lack the arm strength for it."

"Of course," he said, "but first I want to give you a quick idea of how to use this thing." He handed the unloaded weapon to Marina. "Pay close attention to me. The guards are about fifteen meters away, and I estimate the draw weight of this crossbow to be about 130 pounds. The bolts have heavy iron broadheads. With all these variables, I anticipate a drop of no more than three inches during the bolt's flight. You need to brace the bow against your shoulder and look through this notch right over the bolt's fletching. Line up this notch with the nail on the tip of the bow. When you have an accurate sight picture, you need to slowly exhale and then gently rub the trigger, this metal bar right here. Do NOT squeeze it or jerk it, or you will lose all of your accuracy."

Marina did as he said, pressing the weapon tightly to her shoulder and looking down the sights. She aligned the notch with the nail, and when satisfied with her handling of the bow, she slid her fingers down the trigger until the string lock made a soft click, then lowered the bow. "I think I get how it works," she said tentatively.

"I wish you could take a practice shot, but we only have three bolts, we can't waste them. Listen, I'm trusting you with our lives here. Do not fire unless you know your aim is true. I'm going to circle the wall and take position underneath the guard on the left. You target the guard on the right. When you see me get underneath him and I wave, you can fire when ready. As soon as he falls, I'll take out my target before he can yell. Are you sure you can do this?"

Marina nodded reassuringly. "Yes. Trust me, I can do this." Baeden nodded, and took the bow from her. He placed his foot through the stirrup, effortlessly pulling the string into place and sliding a bolt down the body of the crossbow. He then pressed outward on the trigger until it clicked into place, ready to fire. He handed Marina the weapon and began to quietly sneak around the tower. She watched as he moved like a panther, so low to the ground that his chest brushed the leaves under him. He reached the short guard platform, and slid under the wooden supports. He gave her a wave, and watched for her attack. Marina lifted the bow, pressing it to her shoulder. Again she aligned the sights of the bow, and she leveled the front nail with the top of her target's head. Lifting her aim another tiny amount to account for gravity, she slowly reached for the trigger. Every bit of her focus was on her aim, and she began to slowly exhale. Just as her fingers brushed the trigger, the bolt released. It flew at an unexpected speed, burying itself into the back of the guard's head. As soon as he fell, Baeden lunged upwards, grasping the second guard's ankle and hauling him off the platform. He fell beside him, rolling into a choke hold and stayed there until the bandit stopped struggling. And with as little mercy as he had shown the others, he plunged his dagger into the bandit's throat to stop any chance of him waking up later.

Marina gasped, falling backwards against the fortress wall. She was visibly shaken, breathing heavily and beginning to tear up. Baeden sprinted back to her, and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm so sorry, Marina. You shouldn't have had to do that."

"No it's...I know I had to..." Marina suddenly felt something and looked down. She realized just now that she was wetting herself, liquid pouring from the rear of her leather pants. She placed a hand over herself and squeezed, stopping the flow quickly. She just sat there and cried lightly as Baeden held her and they lay against the wall, Marina's head resting on Baeden's shoulder. "I'm sorry. I needed to, but I didn't want to...again..."

"It's alright, Marina. You did a great job. However, we need to keep moving. Wait here a moment." Baeden ran off again, and returned in a few minutes carrying a set of leather armor. "You're going to have to put this on."

Marina squealed and shuffled backwards. "I can't wear a dead man's clothes, it's-"

Baeden laughed. "Don't worry, it's not from them. I found it in a storehouse on the other side of the tower, see, no blood at all." Marina looked them over, and deciding they were indeed clean, agreed. "I took the smallest set I could find, but I'm afraid it's still much too big for you. Do what you can with it, though." He politely faced away as Marina began to change.

She kicked off her boots and pulled down her tight, wet pants, then she unbuttoned and discarded her leather coat. She stood there, completely naked with Baeden only a few feet away. She had not given him the courtesy of looking away as he changed, but such was the honor of a Prince. She picked up the leather greaves and pulled them up her legs, where they hung loose and the armored panels slid over her kneecaps. She then tried pulling on the cuirass, but the straps hung low and swung freely behind her. She looked at Baeden.

"Excuse me, my Prince. I am inexperienced in the proper way to wear this sort of thing. I'd be very grateful if you would be willing to help me." Baeden turned, seeing her draped in the extremely loose armor, the cuirass hanging low so her left breast was exposed to him. He grinned involuntarily and walked behind her.

"Of course I'll help you," he said quietly. "I'm going to be tightening everything up so don't start fussing or you'll get your skin caught in a buckle." She smiled back at him, and stood still. He started by removing the cuirass completely and focused on the greaves, saying: "We need to get these on right or the waist of the armor won't sit properly." He pulled her greaves up hard, and she felt them almost click into place, the armored panels resting on her thighs and shins as they should. However, the hard leather dug into her womanhood causing a good deal of discomfort.

"Hey, wait. The pants are digging into my, well, you know," she said, blushing slightly. "It hurts." Baeden grinned again.

"First thing, when you're talking about 'pants' with armor on them, they're called greaves. And the 'shirt' would be called a cuirass. The gloves are gauntlets, and the boots can either simply be called boots, or be considered a part of the greaves. And let me see what I can do about your problem there." He ran off again, and soon returned with a small sheet of cloth. "I think this is a table napkin. It was folded and clean, so I say it's good enough." Without hesitation, he pulled the greaves halfway down and pressed the cloth hard between her legs. She gasped and almost stepped back, but held her ground and smiled at the Prince. "Here, hold your legs together to keep it in place." She did so, and he pulled the greaves back up as high as they would go, the cloth stopping the leather from rubbing directly against her body. He tightly tied the rope behind her, stuffing the remainder down by her rear.

Marina couldn't stop grinning, she loved being handled as such by the Prince. She felt like she should be less submissive, but at this point she would let him do anything he wanted to her. She trusted that he would never harm her, so she let him fiddle around with her body as he put the armor on her. Next came the cuirass. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "You know, the cuirass is supposed to go over a thick shirt or coat, you didn't have to take it off."

She blushed, and he bent over to pick up her leather coat. He placed it over her shoulders but did not yet button it. He placed his hands on her hips and ran them slowly up her torso, stopping just under her breasts. He allowed himself the quickest touch of them, then buttoned up her coat. He lifted the cuirass over her head, and tied the many knots and buckled the many straps going up her back and arms. He gave the final strap a hard tug, pulling the armor tightly against her breasts. Luckily they were small enough, or it would have been very uncomfortable. Finally he slid the gauntlets onto her hands and tied the final knots. She looked over at the last piece of the armor set, the boots.

"I didn't think about it when I grabbed them, but those boots will never fit you. They can't simply be lifted or tightened like the rest of it. Luckily you were sitting down when you relieved yourself, so your own boots stayed dry." He handed them to her, and she pulled them onto her feet, tying them tightly. She stood straight and swung her arms around, and shook her legs a bit. She tried crouching, running, and jumping. Once she had a feel for the armor, she took her place at Baeden's side again. "There's one more thing you need," Baeden said, and he ran off once more. He returned quickly, holding his right hand behind his back.

He held out his hand, which was holding a beautiful, shining silver shortsword. It had the royal crest engraved in the handguard, and the blade curved elegantly to a fine point. The blade was mirror-polished, but thick and heavy, radiating an air of lethal functionality. "The Queen's own blade. Small enough to hide under her robes should she need it. Fat lot of good it seems to have done her though, I saw it in the storehouse where I got your armor. Here, you keep it in the baldric there," he said as he pointed to the iron loop hanging from the side of her armor. "Sadly there's no sheath, as it's sewed into the Queen's robes. Just be careful of where you're swinging your hands."

She took the blade from him. It was heavier than it looked, but not too much so. She held it out, and swung it clumsily through the air. The Prince laughed again as she turned a light shade of red. "This is much easier than the crossbow. Firmly grasp it, but don't press the top of your hand into the handguard, leave about half an inch of space. Most of your grip should be in your middle, ring, and pinky fingers. Leave your pointer finger loose, it makes it easier to handle. It's a one-handed sword, but your hands are small enough where you could use two for more power. It's a slashing blade, but it's perfectly capable of thrusting if it needs to. When you swing, turn your elbow towards your target, then snap your hand forward, rather than just swinging your whole arm. This makes your strikes less predictable as well as gives you extra speed and power. When you stab, turn your right shoulder and hip into it and thrust the blade horizontally. This makes it much more likely to slide between armor plates or under a helmet, as well as feels more natural, like a punch."
She did everything he told her as he said it, then had a few more practice strikes. When she felt more comfortable with it, she looked at him seriously. "I'm as ready as you can make me in one day. It's time to find her."

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Chapter 6- Infiltration

Baeden and Marina circled around the stone buildings. The Prince peeked into every door, finding another storehouse, a brewery, an empty armory, and what appeared to be some sort of torture chamber. The majority of the fortress was underground, and the nondescript buildings on the surface were all the same size and shape. Finally, they came to the last door, which was locked. Baeden stepped back and lifted his foot to kick it in.

"No!" Marina hissed, shoving his foot back with her leg, almost knocking him over.

"What's the problem?" he asked, regaining his balance.

"Too loud. Give me the crossbow." He handed the weapon to her, and she carefully removed the front sight nail and the trigger wire. She placed the crossbow on the ground, and inserted the two small objects into the lock. Baeden watched quietly as she fiddled with it, and after two minutes there was a soft ~click~, and she pushed the door slightly open. She put the sight and trigger back on the bow, and handed it to the Prince.

"And where exactly did you learn to do that?" he asked.

"I wasn't always such a proper servant, you know," she said, gently nudging him.

"Very well then." He carefully slid into the building, sword held at the ready. "Clear." He pushed the door all the way open, letting light flood the small room. There was a table and three empty chairs, a burned out firepit, and plates of food with nothing but crumbs and oil left on them. The room smelled of smoke; the fire had been recently lit. Baeden stepped lightly to the back left corner of the building, kicking a large square rug aside, revealing a trapdoor set in the stone. He tugged at the iron handle, and luckily it came loose. He opened it as quietly as he could, and dropped down, lifting a hand to help Marina down as well. The trapdoor led into a short, cramped hallway which transferred to a stone staircase a few meters away. He led her down the steps, until the sunlight faded almost completely. They stopped, and stood in the dark.

"What do we do now? I can't see a thing passed this step," Marina whispered.

"There's no choice in the matter, we need to wait here until our eyes adjust to the dark. We'll break our necks if we keep going down without our sight." He sat on the stone steps, and Marina did the same. She leaned on his shoulder and waited. Soon after, she downed the remainder of the canteen against her better judgement. Twenty minutes passed, and Baeden stood up. "I can see well enough now. We have to move on." They took a few more steps down the staircase, and Marina stopped. "What is it?" he asked her.

"I still need to wee, you know," she suddenly said to him. "I stopped it before, but it's getting pretty bad now."

"I do too, Marina. But we've already got the armor on and we need to move now. Can you hold on?"

"I will wait as long as I can, of course," she whispered. She squeezed her legs together, then continued following Baeden. Down and down they went, finally reaching a steel door set in the cold stone walls. Baeden pushed, and it thankfully creaked open. Baeden stepped through, and shouted as he was slammed against the right wall of the hallway by a large man clad in the bandit's leather armor. Baeden kicked off the wall, knocking the man off of him. He spun, bringing his longsword around his body to strike, but stopped as he heard Marina scream. He turned to see she had been grabbed, another bandit behind her, his knife to her throat.

Baeden lowered his sword, glaring at the two men. He heard thundering footsteps throughout the nearby halls, as four, six, eight more men surrounded him, the one holding Marina standing outside of their circle. The one whom Baeden guessed was their leader, equipped in both chain and plate armor, burned black to aid in stealth. "First the queen, and now the Prince. This is a lucky day for us indeed."

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Chapter 7- Wrath

Baeden gripped his sword tightly in both hands, but kept it lowered at his side. The bandits grinned smugly, and Marina cried softly from the corner of the hallway. The bandit who held her had slid his hand under her cuirass and was squeezing her right breast, his face buried in her neck. The leader raised his axe toward Baeden. "Drop the blade, kid. Yeh're outnumbered an' outmatched. Come quietly an' yeh'll be sold back to yor' kingdom unharmed along wit' yor' mother and this girl."

Baeden began to release his grip on the blade. He wasn't afraid of them, but he couldn't risk Marina along with him. As it was about to fall from his hands, he heard Marina shriek. He glanced over, and saw that the bandit now had his hand down her greaves, pressing into her womanhood. Suddenly the bandit shouted, pulling his hand free and violently shaking it. "This little cunt pissed on me' hand," he roared. Marina's face hardened, and she spun, quickly drawing the shortsword and driving it through his chin and out the back of his neck. The other bandits turned towards her, and Baeden solidified his grip.

Time seemed to move in slow motion as he charged forwards, slashing his sword upwards through the air, cleaving through one of the leather-clad bandits. He ducked and rolled under their leader's first swing, drawing his dagger and sticking it into the leader's leg. The man collapsed backwards, and Baeden lifted his left arm, deflecting a spear thrust from one of the other bandits. He pulled the spear forwards, slamming his sword hand into the bandit's face, and then slid his sword across the bandit's throat.

Marina stepped forwards as the remaining eight bandits turned their attention to Baeden, and drove her blade through one of their backs, and quickly spun to slash the shortsword across the neck of another. Baeden had taken out another three of them, but got caught with a kick, forcing the sword from his hand. He ducked a sweep of a mace, lunging upwards and grasping the handle of the large club, and kicked the man in his groin, forcing the weapon from his grip. Baeden swung it down, crushing his skull and turned to slam another bandit to the gut.

The remaining four looked on in horror and turned to run, but Baeden grabbed a sword from the floor, and ran down the two who were furthest back. He pulled his second dagger and hurled it through the air, driving it into the back of the last leather-clad man. Only the leader remained, but his heavy armor and wounded leg prevented him from getting far as Baeden drew the crossbow and buried the last bolt into the leader's spine, right in the gap between his helmet and cuirass.

Baeden stood catching his breath, and Marina fell backwards against a wall and cried into her arms. He walked and sat beside her, holding her tightly. "I'm not going to ask you if you're alright. You're a warrior now, Marina. You've done what some men three times your size would be incapable of. I know you may need time to recover, and I'm sorry but there is none. We have to find my mother and return to Lunambra before night falls." He pulled her to her feet, and she quietly followed behind him, her head down.

"That was number thirteen," Baeden said quietly. "He could have been lying, but I don't see how we'll ever find my mother in this maze without calling out to her. "MOTHER!" he roared, to no response. They kept walking and calling, and finally;

"Baeden?" Very faint from far ahead. They sprinted through the hall, coming to a stop before a thick wooden door. He raised the heavy mace and swung it full-force into the lock, and the door shook but held. He swung again, and it crashed open and he walked through, weapons raised. The room was empty, a long, damp chamber with iron-barred cells on either side. A table and a large washbucket sat in one corner, and a torch was lit outside one of the cells. Baeden stopped in front of it and quickly looked away.

Marina walked behind Baeden and stared into the cell. The Queen and a woman who looked remarkably similar to her both lay naked in the small cell. Baeden blindly handed the crossbow to Marina. "I mustn't see this. Use your lock trick to free them. I'm going to go find clothes for them. Scream if you hear anyone coming from the other direction." And he ran off through the back door.

Marina dismantled the sight and trigger, and began working at the lock. Queen Jenara leaned up towards her, tears in her eyes. "I knew Baeden would come, but I did not expect you, Marina. Why would you not escape when you had the chance?"

"Because I choose to be here, my Queen. Me and Prince Baeden helped each other on the way down here. Neither of us could have made it alone." The jail door swung open, and Marina began working on the Queen's cuffs. The other woman was curled in the corner, her hands pressed against her crotch. At first Marina thought she was attempting to cover up, but it was now obvious that she was desperate to relieve herself. The woman stood and leaned forward, letting out a pained moan. She eyed the bucket which sat outside the cell and looked pleadingly at the queen.

"Go ahead, girl," the Queen said, with a slight nod. Marina was astonished, and decided the Queen must be more relaxed than she regularly seemed.

The woman cried in thanks and began to hobble towards the bucket, and Marina looked on, hypnotized, as small spurts of urine began dribbling out of her as she walked. Finally she made it to the bucket, and a waterfall began pouring from her small body. It splattered to the floor, and she squatted and aimed herself into the bucket, gasping and moaning in relief. Marina shook herself free of the sight and continued working on the Queen's cuffs. Finally the last shackle fell loose, and the Queen got to her feet. The other woman was now laying against the wall, breathing heavily, pulses of urine still spurting out of her onto the floor. Marina looked at the Queen, and grinned slightly as she saw her belly protruding far beyond its normal size, and her legs squeezed together tightly. She even saw the Queen glance at the bucket, which was full to the brim, unfortunately for her. Just then, Baeden came back into the room, carrying the Queen's flowing robe and jewelery, and another small set of leather armor, apparently for the second woman. He handed the Queen her robe, still looking away, and he pulled the woman to her feet and began helping her into the leather gear while Marina helped the Queen into her complicated robe.

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Chapter 8- Home

Once they were all dressed, they quickly made their way out of the fortress and into the fading sunlight. Marina had given the Queen her shortsword back, and taken another blade from one of the fallen bandits, as had the other woman, who had finally introduced herself as Sabina. However, there was no sign of further opposition as they hiked through the forest towards the main road. Baeden stopped and closed his eyes, listening through the trees. "Everyone, please remain quiet. I hear voices." The group silenced themselves, as Baeden focused in on the sounds. And then he smiled. "It's a search party. I hear dogs and horses, and the wheels of a carriage."

They began moving quickly towards their rescue, but the Queen grabbed Marina by the arm and held her back. Baeden stopped and looked questioningly at her. "Go on, son," she said to him. "I must speak to Marina privately about her actions today."

"Can't it wait, mother? We're nearly returned home."

"No, it can't wait. Now do as I ask and meet the search party. We will catch up soon." Baeden shrugged at Marina as he turned and walked off. As soon as Baeden was out of sight, the Queen groaned a long, anguished sound and doubled over, both her hands pressed tightly between her legs. Marina looked on in shock, and the Queen stared desperately at her. "Please, girl, get this sodding robe off of me this instant!"

Marina quickly jumped into action, pulling the many bows she had previously tied in the sides of the Queen's robe. It took over two minutes to strip the Queen down to her underclothes, and she fell back against a tree and pulled her silk underrobe up around her belly. She gasped and moaned, obviously in a state of desperation Marina could barely even imagine. She stood against the tree, nearly naked, but she wasn't yet releasing it. "What's the matter, my Queen? We must hurry to the carriage."

"I know, but damn it all, it isn't coming out and I don't know why. I've never had need this strong in all my years but I just can't do it out here."

Marina bravely placed her hand on the Queen's shoulder. "Please, my Queen, just relax and do what comes naturally. You're going to hurt yourself if you haven't already, should you keep holding it in." Tears began to stream down the Queen's face.

"It's just not coming," she moaned.

"Sit down, here," Marina said, motioning to a fallen tree a couple of feet away. The Queen did so, her legs spread wide. Marina stood behind the Queen and placed a hand around her, on her greatly bulging belly, and gently pushed in. The Queen gasped and gripped Marina's arm with great strength. Marina kept rubbing and pushing on the Queen's huge bladder, and finally, slowly, she began leaking onto the fallen tree. Breathing heavily, the Queen relieved herself before the servant girl. It started as slow spurts and leaks, but quickly escalated into a torrent that flooded the ground beneath her. Marina was amazed, even at her very limit she knew she could not have contained even half of this. The Queen reached down, and spread her vulva so the stream shot to the left, away from her robe which lay on a dry bush nearby. Finally the stream slowed, and eventually stopped. The Queen sat there, head in her hands, still breathing heavily and staring at the giant puddle beneath her feet.

"I trust you will tell this to exactly nobody," she said to Marina.

"Of course not, my Queen. Honestly, I've had my own trouble with my waters today, I just wish to put all of this behind me." The Queen grinned tiredly at her and nodded. After Marina put the Queen back into her robe, they traveled to the carriage where they were greeted by Baeden, Sabina, and six new heavily armed Royal Guards. The Prince was inside, with Sabina riding on the back. Marina helped the Queen to the front seat of the carriage, and Baeden motioned her to join him inside the carriage. She climbed in and sat beside him.

"What was all that about, then?" he asked Marina.

"She was mad at me for getting blood all over her sword, of all things. 'Oh, it's going to rust, you'll never get a decent meal again if it does, I tell you now," and so on."

Baeden sighed and rested back against the soft velvet seat. "That's my mother, all right." He leaned over to Marina and whispered in her ear. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Marina. I need to relieve myself this very second and there's simply nothing to be done about it."

Marina was taken by surprise, but quickly recovered. "I'm the same way. My belly is squeezing against this leather so hard it feels like it's going to crack. We just need to wait until we reach the castle. If this were the carriage we traveled to Valdus in, with its rotted out floor, we could have pissed right into the ground beneath us, but not in this fancy thing."

Baeden sighed and placed a hand on his groin, and Marina joined in, placing one of her small hands on his and the other on her own. She couldn't help herself, she began rubbing him and herself, and she quickly grew wet with excitement. Baeden took no time getting himself up either. Marina fumbled with the strings on his greaves, but he pushed her back. "I can't, Marina. I really don't think I could hold it if I did. I'm so close to losing control, I can't even describe it."

And so they rode in silence. After what felt like an age, they arrived through the Gates of Lunambra just as the sun set beneath the horizon. As they all dismounted the carriage, the Royal Adviser came out to meet them. After they moved into the Great Hall and gave the Adviser the quickest possible rundown of events, Baeden turned to the group. "I apologize, mother, but I have not slept in over forty hours. I would like to bring Marina with me to tend to my chambers as I sleep, if that is alright."

The Queen nodded at him. "Very well, I have plenty of fresh servants in my own tower. See that she's sent back in the morning. Oh, and Xavier," she said, looking to the Adviser. "This woman is named Sabina. See that she is given permanent lodging in the Upper Ring, and have a decent wardrobe and food supply delivered to her with haste. Stop, do not question me," she said quickly as he looked at her indignantly. "Just do as I ask, and now. This is an order. If I see she has been mistreated, there will be hell to pay. I am going to retire to my own chambers now.

"Very well, my Queen," said Xavier, and he bowed deeply to her. He motioned at the beaming Sabina to follow, and they wandered off into the city.

"Goodnight, son, and thank you both," she said quietly, nodding towards Baeden and Marina. She turned and walked into the hall leading to her tower.

As soon as she turned the corner, Baeden and Marina began running towards the Prince's tower. They barely managed to crawl up the stairs, Marina already leaking into her greaves. She gasped and held herself, and Baeden had to pull her along before she wet herself right in the hallway. Finally they reached his ornate chambers, and they crashed through his door and bolted it behind them. He began tugging at her armor, stripping the cuirass off of her first, then her coat. He pulled his last dagger and cut the ropes on her pants, not having time to untie them properly. They dropped around her ankles along with the cloth she was using as makeshift underwear. She stepped out of the greaves, now wearing nothing but boots and gauntlets. She pulled off the gauntlets and tossed them aside, and began openly holding herself as she looked at the Prince.

"I want you now, my Prince," she whispered into his ear. He shivered and looked down at her.

"As do I, I simply cannot deny it further. As soon as we relieve ourselves, we ca-"

"No," she interrupted. "I want you RIGHT now, I want you like this," she moaned, rubbing herself against his shaking body. "Everything feels so sensitive, and I want to feel you lose control inside of me. Don't act like you don't want the same, I saw how you looked at me when I wet myself beside the carriage, and pissed in front of you in our shelter. You want this."

Baeden smiled at her. "I don't know what's wrong with me, but you're right."

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Chapter 9- Climax

Marina crashed onto the Prince's massive bed, and gasped sharply as she desperately twisted her legs together. Her hands rested on her belly, which was bulging prominently between her navel and her pubic hair. Baeden stood over her, violently tugging at his belt as his manhood pressed uncomfortably against his leather greaves. He finally unbuckled the belt and the greaves dropped, revealing his own hugely bulging bladder. He moaned, a primal noise of pleasurable agony as his body fought to its very limit. He placed both his hands on Marina's legs and slowly untangled them, pulling them apart. He had a full view of her throbbing privates, and her gyrating body that contained an ungodly amount of urine. He lowered his left hand down her leg and rubbed her womanhood, pressing into it with his palm and running his thumb along the engorged skin.
Marina shrieked as she lost control for a second, spraying a small amount of her fluid directly onto Baeden's chest. He moaned again, and leaned into her, kissing her deeply, his own bladder pressing against hers. There were tears in her eyes, but she begged him not to stop, pleaded with him to finish what they started the night before. He held his erection, gripping it tightly and directing it towards her. He was amazed that he hadn't wet himself yet, knowing that his stiffness was all that stood in the way of it. He pressed the tip of his member against her, and she thrust herself upward, moaning loudly and rubbing her belly with both hands. He thought he would have trouble entering her, that she would be squeezing too hard to allow it, but was surprised when he slid fully into her with the slightest lean. She wasn't loose by any means, but she was so wet that it hardly mattered.

He pulled back, then thrust into her again, to which she screamed in pleasure and gripped her hands around his waist. Her belly was open, and he placed a large hand directly on it and pushed, hard. She shrieked, and a spray of urine burst over his organ, soaking the sheets and causing his own need to impossibly increase. She managed to stop the flow, and leaned back again as he made love to her. For ten minutes this went on, both of them on the very edge of complete loss of control. Marina released several small spurts as he thrust into her and pressed on her bladder, but he managed to maintain full control. She wouldn't let him get off that easily, however.

Marina raised her feet, and wrapped them around his body, pulling him into her as hard as she could, holding him there. She lowered her hands and began pressing into his stomach with both her fists. He shouted and tried to pull away, but she strengthened her grip with her legs and finally felt him start wetting into her. It was so warm, so wet, she felt it shoot up into her body, then gush out onto the sheets and floor. She couldn't stop it: She came, squirting a mix of urine and sex directly onto Baeden's rock-hard shaft. He spurt into her a few more times, but then pulled back hard enough to break away from her legs. He was leaning forward, grasping his rod tightly as more piss trickled slowly from it.

"Why do you stop, my Prince?" Marina moaned desperately at him, twisting her legs together again and pressing both hands against herself.

"I don't want to...inside of you," he panted. "If you become pregnant, they will banish you from the castle. A servant cannot serve if she must raise a child."

"I understand. I wish to leave this place someday, and I know you do as well. But not like this. Very well." She rolled forward, off the bed, landing in the puddle of their mixed juices. She grabbed his manhood and immediately began sucking on it, lovingly stroking his leg and shaft with each hand respectively.

"No, Mari- I don't know if I can hold-" he gasped. She kept at it, and sure enough, after no more than a minute, he lost control entirely. He sprayed into her mouth, and she started, but quickly recovered and began drinking directly from the tap. She drank for ten seconds, and then gripped him as hard as she could, shutting the flow. He groaned in pain, looking down at her.

"I can't drink anymore, and I can't hold it either. We can't finish in here, it will be impossible to clean up," she moaned.

"Chamberpot, where is it?" Baeden looked around the torchlit room, and to his horror, he saw that the chamberpot was missing. A servant must have forgotten to replace it before they arrived. His body pushed against Marina's hand. It hurt, badly, but she was right. There would be no explaining it if they released themselves fully inside his room. "I have an idea. The torch-"

Swatting away Marina's hand and replacing it with his own, he hobbled over to the torch. He removed it from the sconce and turned to put it out, but the snuffer was missing as well. "Bloody hell, that servant is going to get it tomorrow," he hissed. Marina waddled up to him and took the torch from him.

"You should be resourceful enough for this, my Prince," she teased. She held the torch in her left hand, and placed her right hand between her legs and pulled her lips upwards. She released a short spray of urine that quickly extinguished the torch.

"Amazing thinking, Marina. Come on." In a series of pathetic movements, they made their way to the balcony door and pushed it open. It was pitch black, and without the torchlight there was no chance of anybody seeing anything. They stepped out onto the balcony. Marina held the Prince, pressing herself against him.

"I really cannot wait any longer, my Prince." She stood, her legs slightly apart, and navigated the prince to stand in front of her, his shaft right under her womanhood. Just as he got into place, she finally lost her battle. It sounded like a waterfall as she released herself on the balcony. She closed her legs, allowing the prince to thrust between them without actually penetrating her. She went for an age, splattering the stone floors, the puddle pouring over the side into the grass below. The Prince rubbed her breasts, kissed her as this went on, and finally, he came, shooting his seed over the balcony rail. He moaned his final gasp of pleasure, and leaned against her as she finished.

They stayed there, holding each other for a short time, but Marina soon felt more warmth spreading down her legs. She looked down, saw that it was finally time for the Prince to relieve himself now that he began to soften. He held himself aimed at her, spraying it over her legs and privates. She squatted down, taking it on her breasts and shoulders. She moved his hand away and held it herself, feeling the liquid pulse through his member. It was a strange but entirely arousing feeling, something that she could never experience for herself but felt so normal to him and all men. She began to rub herself again, cumming almost instantly and even more of her fluids hit the floor below her. Eventually he stopped, and they limped back to the bed. She collapsed onto it, breathing heavily. Baeden wadded up the sheets and blanket, using them to wipe the rest of the liquid between his legs, patting down Marina as well, and finished by wiping up the small puddle on the ground next to the bed. He then shoved the entire bedspread into a large rucksack, and crawled into bed beside Marina.

He gently stroked her hair and breasts, and whispered in her ear. "Tomorrow I'll bring them with me on my morning ride and wash them in the snow. I also need to give tonight's servant a piece of my mind."

"I am tonight's servant, you simple man," she teased, and lovingly kissed him.