The Proper Rape of a Princess

***WARNING: This story includes rape, murder, torture and descriptions of all the aforementioned horrors. All these horrible things happen to a very young girl who is also a very lovable character. If you have a weak stomach for such things, DO NOT read on.

***WARNING: This story is actually a short story. If you are looking for instant sex, find a new story or scroll down half a page. This story is longer so that you can be engrossed in it, you can know the characters, their motivations; you can feel their pain and you can understand the plot. All making for a much more sickening and horrible experience when the rape does occur. (Still, it’s pretty short.)

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.



The woman walked swiftly through the rain, her bronze skin gleaming under the water, the white fabric of her tight shirt and pants becoming transparent as she became more wet. Her brown eyes were large with nervous excitement, her brown hair blowing silently in the silent wind.

She arrived finally at a large golden building with an arching roof and two great wooden doors at its center. She whispered an incantation and the doors moaned open, and with a panicked inhale, she stepped inside.

The place was dark, just a circular room full of pillars and grey marble floors, a few candles burning on the walls.

“Hello, Vehem. Thank you for coming.”

The soaked woman looked up in disgust.

“Did I have a choice? What is this about Atavas?”

The woman called Atavas stepped out of the darkness and into the candle light. Her skin was pale, her body slim. She had thin blue eyes which looked like a cats, and her black hair fell down to her back. Her face was youthful and innocent, but there was something evil about the grin it housed, something sadistic.

“I think we found something of yours Vehem.” The woman said, pointing over her shoulder to her seven female companions who were skulking in the shadows.”

“And what would that be?”

“Your brother.”

The wet woman froze, staring deeply into the other, as if to measure her honesty.

“What do you mean?” she asked finally.

“I mean we have your brother…and if you don’t do what I ask…he will die.”

“When did you—you can’t…Atavas! We are on the same side, you are a guardian of the kingdom, what are you…”

Atavas smiled pitiably at the other woman and waved her towards the sole window in the room.

“You are right Vehem, we are both meant to protect the kingdom, and we must do that more than ever now that Titan is ready to attack us.”

“No,” Vehem said, staring at the ceiling, “The rulers have gone to talk with the leaders of titan, there will be a truce.”

Atavas shrugged. “Maybe…but not all the rulers have gone.” She pointed out of the thin window to a grey and foggy beach below.

There was small and beautiful girl running through the fog, fighting a few men in armor. She was angelic, her little body perfectly defined, her devious pink lips curled up in a smile, her bright green eyes like emeralds against her white skin and raven shoulder-length hair. She was wearing only a black bikini top and tight black shorts as she ran through the cold morning, but it did not seem to phase her. She moved with incredible speed, her perfect features becoming a blur as she bounded from one man to the next, throwing little elbows and fists at them and dodging their equally god-like speed in counter-attacks. But for all the violent theatre, it was quite clear that both sides were only fighting playfully, because all the men were wearing grins as big as the girls. Some bursting into laughter as she jumped onto their shoulders.

“Princess Adriana?” Vehem said, staring at the spectacle below. “Well yes, of course they left her behind, she’s only eight years old, I doubt she’d have much to say at the negotiations. And anyway, one ancient to watch the kingdom, always at least one of them here. Those are the rules.”

“Their rules.” Atavas whispered angrily. “Aren’t you embarrassed? To take orders from an eight year old girl? I don’t care if she is an ancient, she’s just a child. It’s bad enough that we have to listen to all her equally immortal siblings, but her…a child.”

Vehem laughed. “Oh come now Atavas, you know that Adriana never gives orders to anyone, even if she has the power to. Everyone loves her, and she loves everyone in the kingdom.”

“But she can.” The other woman snapped, “That’s the point. If she wanted to, she could give any order to anyone in the kingdom. Ridiculous.”

“Of course,” Vehem replied plainly, “She is an ancient. They have always ruled the two worlds. And it only makes sense that they do. I mean look at her, she’s eight and she is already stronger than any of us.” She pointed towards the beach. “She’s already moving as fast as the Kings Guardians. Ancients rule Titan and our home of Eshem. We’re her to help them, and they are here to lead. Don’t forget that it was they who gave us power and immortality.”

There was a sudden change in the face of the sadistic looking woman and she smiled widely.

“I agree. We need them to rule, we need them to be safe. Which is why the little princess must be taught a lesson…for her own safety.”

Vehem stiffened. “Watch your words Atavas, you are creeping near treason.”

“Nonsense, I merely wish to see our favorite ruler safe. And she is not.”

“What do you mean…she is not?”

“I mean she trusts people too much, she is so kind, but she is too kind, she thinks people can be depended on, that they are as strong as her kind. But they are not.”

“She trusts no one too much.” Vehem said simply.

Atavas gave a sickening laugh and turned her attention back towards the window. “She trusts YOU too much.”

“I am her first guard, of course she trusts me. And I would never betray her which is why…”

“Her first guard,” repeated Atavas, “Yes you are. She treats you like a mother. And she has given you the gift of trust…hasn’t she?”

Vehem pulled violently at the other woman’s shoulder. “Where are you going with this Atavas?”

“The princess,” the other continued nonchalantly, “has given you the gift of trust. You cannot sneak up on an ancient, you can’t attack them secretly from anyone distance, because they can sense harmful intent. Even when they are asleep they are not vulnerable. But they can give the gift of trust to someone as a sign of love, they can choose not to sense someone’s intentions. Which means that if they give it to someone…that person could get the drop on them.”

“No ancient would ever—“

“You mean no ancient but her would ever do something like that Vehem. I told you, she is young, she is na?, she is too trusting. She gave you the gift as a sign of love didn’t she? She chooses not to sense your intentions as a sign of respect! Which means you could hurt her when she was asleep, hurt her before she could react.”

Vehem moved backward, her eyes wide with surprise, her body tense in preparation for a fight.

“You have crossed that line Atavas. To speak of attacking one of them…that is treason.”

“It is to protect her! She must learn that she cannot trust a person, it is the only way to convince her. She wont believe you if you just tell her, she has too much faith in us, she must be shown.”

“Maybe…” Vehem sighed, “maybe you’re right. But it is not our place. I’ll talk to one of her siblings when they get back from Titan, she will listen to them.”

“No!” bellowed Atavas, her innocent face becoming suddenly thin and horrible, “we will teach her now.”

Vehem turned towards the door. “Good luck with that.”

“Your brother, Vehem…don’t you want to know how he is?”

“You’re bluffing.”

Atavas tossed something across the floor, it landed with a crash and laid still at Vehem’s feet.

“If I was bluffing…would I have his locket?”

“I could report you to the council for this Atavas…kidnapping another citizen of Eshem, you’d be exiled.”

“But you wont,” the woman said simply, “because by the time you got to the castle, your brother would be dead.”

“What do you…what do you want?”

“I told you, I want to help Adriana, I want to make her realize she has to be more careful.”

Vehem turned and stared at the woman near the window.

“And you’ll teach her that by doing what?”

“You’re going to hurt her when she is asleep.”

“Ha! It wouldn’t mean anything, her body is too strong for me to do anything worthwhile before she woke up.”

Atavas nodded and pulled something from beneath her block, sliding it towards the other woman as she had with the locket.

“This is…” Vehem stuttered.

“A shard of black rock,” Atavas finished, “indeed it is. The only poison strong enough to weaken even an ancient. Now of course it doesn’t matter since you’d never get it near them before they killed you…but you are another story…aren’t you? You stab that into her when she is asleep and she will wake up weak and vulnerable for the first time in her life. That will teach her to trust no one outside her kind. That will make her strong. Eliminate her one weakness…people.”

“I’ll…I’ll think about it.” Vehem promised, turning towards the door.

“No, you’ll do it. The life of your brother in exchange for making our little princess wiser—it is win win, Vehem.”

“When?”

“Tonight.”

Vehem said nothing, she bowed her head placed her hand on the door and whispered an incantation. But she did not step out into the grey and wet morning, a whisper pulled her back.

“The seal.” Atavas repeated again, more loudly. “Give it to me.”

Vehem stared down at the black ring on her finger.

“It is Adriana’s seal isn’t it? If anyone else tried to touch it they would be thrown back in pain, repeated attempts would lead to death. But she has made an exception for you once again…hasn’t she Vehem? She has broken the rules of her own kind, trusted the seal of her birthright to a mere guardian. She must learn a lesson there aswell.”

“What do you want with this?” Vehem asked, slipping the ring off her finger and offering it to Atavas.

Atavas brushed back in fear. “Do not play games with me bitch. Only you can touch it, and so you will place the seal on this royal document.” She handed a thin scroll to woman before her. “Do that and you can leave, and after tonight, your brother will be returned home safely and you can decide if you want to turn me in or not.”

Vehem began to unravel the scroll but stopped when Atavas grabbed her hand.

“You know I only want what is best for our kingdom,” Atavas said sternly, “you will trust that.”

Vehem placed the ring against the scroll and it burned with black smoke for a few seconds, she then handed the scroll to the waiting hand of her acquaintance and walked out into the rain.

The world was dark and the rain still crashing against the windows of the castle when Adriana entered her chamber, sand falling from her legs and water dripping down from every part of her little body.

“Hi!” she squeaked, spotting Vehem on her bed.

“You’re soaking your majesty,” Vehem said, a guilty but unnoticed tone to her voice. “Come here, let me dry you off.”

Adriana eyed the woman for a second, then smiled and skipped over to the bed, laughing as Vehem pulled a giant purple towel over every part of her body.

“You must be tired your majesty.” She whispered.

Adriana smiled and nodded quickly, hopping up onto the bed.

“You should have seen what I did to Pasish,” the girl said excitedly, “I dodged one of his kicks and poured a whole handful of sand in his hair. I felt bad though, so I let him do it to me afterwards.”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me all about it in the morning ok?” Vehem insisted. “Right now it is my humble opinion that your majesty should get some sleep.”

Adriana nodded and kissed the woman on the forehead. “Good night Vehem. Love you.”

“I love you too…your majesty.”

The girl fell asleep quickly, feeling completely secure in the arms of her First Guardian, and the woman she loved like a mother.

Minutes after she had drifted into dreams, the door to her chambers opened with a whisper and seven women drifted silently inside. And behind them followed Atavas, her face twisted up in nervous excitement.

The women set themselves up and the sides of the bed and Atavas gave a nod to the teary eyed Vehem.

Vehem hesitated, her eyes full of apology as she stared down at the small slumbering girl who was breathing softly on her chest.