It was soft and obviously female. I turned and looked at a woman. She was dark haired under the knitted woollen hat and a long scarf was wrapped aro...nd her neck. A heavy coat and leggings and boots and beside her, looking plaintively up at me, a dog of indeterminate pedigree.Barnaby raised his head and looked hard at the newcomer before ambling over to say hello in the way all dogs do. Nose to nose followed by nose to…..Well, you get the picture.“How can I help?” I asked, noting the green. She got home to the convent and new that she would not be able to get out of chores again tonight. She scrubbed the floors and did the dishes and all the other jobs that were her own as fast as she could. As soon as she got to her room, she once again drew herself a bath, and just as she did the night before she fingered her pussy, but this time she kept special care to keep her moaning as quiet as possible. At some point in her self pleasuring she cried out the word whore a little too loudly. Steve asked if I eversmoked. I said "Cigarettes are bad for you." He said he wasn't talkingabout cigarettes and with that he pulled out a bong and started fillingthe bowl. He showed me how to do things and so we each took a couple ofhits and were pretty loaded. We walked over to the frat house. I askedSteve what the letters on the front said and he told me. I wasn't surebut it sounded like "I ate a pie." I guess I didn't really care.Steve introduced me to this really cute guy named Rick who got. Finally those victims were branded with the mark of slavery and sold to those others that need such victims to feed their sexual appetites.In the midst of this descent of the court into a web of fearful glances, toadying praise, blackmailed servitude and sexual horror was the roya princess. She was offspring of the former Queen and found herself ever more estranged from her beloved subjects as well as the king, her father. She tried to speak to him, to wake him from his malaise, but the Queen.