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"Corrine"

Her name was Corrine, and she grew up in the sylvan forests, far away from the Castle and the towns and villages of the shire. Being of the forest, she spent most of her life sky-clad, without any clothing, in tune with nature.

One afternoon, a man wearing all black and riding a large horse spotted the sylvan child scurrying about the forest. She had never seen a horse, so she was not afraid of the mounted man, but she was afraid of the noises that they made.

The hunter charged her position and threw a weighted net over her, making it impossible for her to run or escape. He bound her wrists above her head, and her ankles as well. When she began to protest and scream, he calmly blindfolded and gagged her. He placed her over his saddle, tied her wrists to her ankles beneath his horse and casually rode away with his nude captive across his saddle in front of him.

At dusk, he paused his journey. He removed her from the saddle and tied her hands to a tree above her head. He drove a pair of stakes into the ground about three feet apart and tied an ankle to each stake. She felt, and was, totally vulnerable to his gaze and touch. He explored her breasts with his gloved hands. He removed his gloves to explore more of her body, and discovered that she was still a virgin.

He removed her blindfold and gag, and silently offered food. She tried to bite him, he cuffed her with the back of his open hand. Again he offered food, and again she tried to bite; the hand struck her again. The third time he offered food, she timidly took the proffered morsels, in fear of the possible pain.

Their languages had common word roots, but they had diverged over the centuries, making conversation halting and sometimes unintelligible. She pleaded with him to let her return to her sylvan home. In spite of language differences, neither had trouble understanding words like "yes" and "no". She knew he was not going to allow her to return to her forests.

The following morning, he began breaking camp. She again pleaded with him to release her, with the same negative response. When she asked for food, he made it clear that she should beg for it. When she began to cry and beg, he gave her a few bites, making it abundantly clear that their roles were those of captor and captive.

When she indicated she needed to urinate and wanted some privacy, he let her know that she should relieve herself where she was bound. Her brain was in turmoil, but she hid her embarrassment as she wet herself.

Several hours later, he replaced the gag. He untied her ankles from the stakes and bound them together. He released her hands from above her head. As she tried to lower her hands, the pain in arms was almost unbearable. He grabbed her wrists, pulled her into a standing position, and dragged her to a nearby creek. He asked her if she wanted to be cleaned. When she nodded, he asked her if she would behave and follow orders. Once again she nodded, indicating she would behave. He sat her on a rock next to the stream and using a small cup, he washed her body. The cold water made her nipples rock hard. When he put his hands between her legs to wash her, she clamped her legs closed. When she saw him lift his hand, she shook her head in the negative, coyly opening her knees to allow his access to her nether parts. He seemed to take pleasure in touching her, and it soon became obvious that she was beginning to enjoy his touch. As quickly as he started, he withdrew his hand. She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. "Yes, my beauty, you will learn much in the weeks to come."

Again she was tied across his saddle, and they rode all that day, arriving at a castle about dusk. The occupants of the Castle greeted him home, as he rode across the bridge and into the keep. He untied the girl from his horse, and stood her up. Her muscles hurt and burned from the inactivity. Everyone saw her beauty, and everyone wanted to touch her, but the hunter made it clear she was to be touched by no one.

The hunter half dragged, half carried her up the steps and into the Great Room of the Castle, where he indicated she should kneel before a man sitting on a throne made of wood and gilded with gold. She was told that although the hunter had the ability to punish her, the man on the throne had the power of life and death over her. To her relief, the man on the throne smiled and indicated she should approach him.

Corrine was asked several questions, but she was unable to answer. She was taken to "The Kennels" where she spent many weeks learning about how the Castle was run. She learned the language and rules of her new home. She was released from her kennel each morning, and given tasks to complete. Most were simple cleaning tasks, but occasionally she would be bound to a post in the hallway, becoming nothing more than a statue. Those were the most difficult days for her, as she was bound in a single, immovable position. By the end of the day, her body ached from inactivity and she longed for her kennel.

One afternoon, the Prince was walking down the hallway and noticed her on display. He asked her if she was ready to begin the next phase of her life. Being bound and gagged, and unable to move, she begged him with her eyes to be released.

The following morning, when she was taken from her kennel, she was taken before the Prince. She was given a filmy piece of cloth to wear, and told to kneel before him. "What skills do you have, child?"

"I can sing, Sire, and paint as well."

"What do you paint, child?"

"I enjoy painting the ladies of the court, Sire. I enjoy showing them doing their makeup, brushing their hair, anything that makes them look beautiful, Sire."

"What kinds of songs do you sing?"

"Songs of the old people, the songs that tell of long ago, Sire."

"Do you mean the shanties of old, my child?"

"Yes, Sire.'

"Them perhaps you should be assigned new duties. Perhaps taking you from the kennels? Would you enjoy that, my child?"

"Oh, that it might come true, Sire."

Corrine was assigned to a well-appointed, private room. She was given silky clothes and sandals to wear, and makeup and beautiful scents for her body. She was presented with materials with which to paint, and paper and pen to write down the notes and words of her music.

One evening, she was standing nude on the balcony to her room. When discovered, she was whipped by one of the handlers, and again wrapped in silky scarves. She was told that nudity was not allowed in public, nor any place where the public could see her.

One rainy evening, the Prince summoned Corrine to his chambers, and as she entered, she knelt before him.

"Corrine, what do you wish to gain in the future?"

"I am a slave, Sire. What choices do I have?"

"Let us say, you were given any choice you wish -- even return to the forest, if you wish."

"I would hope to find someone who would cherish me, not just own me, Sire."

"I'm not sure I understand, Corrine."

"I am seventeen years of age, and still a virgin."

"I am aware of that. It was my desire to save your virginity until you turned eighteen."

"But Sire, it would be my desire to give my virginity, to a man I love, not have it taken from me by someone simply because I was turning eighteen."

"To whom do you wish to give your virginity?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure I know you that well as yet -- but I have a very special place in my heart for you. I might become your Princess, or I could remain your slave, if pleases you, Sire."

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