PROLOGUE

 

Roger Fogg the burly English bodyguard in his late thirties, who had been newly appointed to look after Princess Asuka Sato peered through the foliage of the large bush he was hiding behind and watched the beautiful, young nubile girl swimming in the clear natural infinity rock pool in the lush gardens of the magnificent white marble palace up on the cliffs above the town of Nice, overlooking the expensive Marina which was full of large private yachts and speedboats owned by the mega-rich.

Fogg was a vain and fit looking man of thirty five years old, six foot three inches tall, with a movie star tan, a large round shaven head except for a small patch of his black hair at the crown of his head formed into a long, thin pigtail sealed with hair sculpting fixative. His large square face sported a very thin black moustache above his thin top lip and with a tiny goatee beard beneath his fleshy bottom lip. Some women would say that he was very good looking in a sensual cruel way and they would not have been wrong in thinking so. He was indeed a very cruel man and a greedy one, who was not averse to bribery and corruption in any sort of form, unbeknown to his employer, Princess Asuka's father.

Roger could feel himself becoming hard as he watched her young, lithe, olive-skinned coloured naked body cutting through the clear turquoise water between the water lilies and the large Koi fish. He touched himself as he thought about her.

It was going to be Princess Asuka Sato's nineteenth birthday that evening and she knew that her father the King had prepared a very special surprise party for her later on and also she was finally going to be betrothed to a handsome young Japanese Prince also living in France, whom her family had chosen when she was fourteen, as was the custom, however she had not met him yet.

She was an extremely beautiful, typical Japanese female of slight build, with hair as black as a raven's wing, reaching down to her tiny waist; perfect olive skin, and small pointed breasts with inviting cherry shaped, pink pubescent nipples. Her hips broadened out slightly over her compact, perfectly shaped bottom. Her legs though not long, were also well shaped. Her father used to call her his Pocket Venus. Above all of this she was still a virgin. A prized possession indeed, for any prince to marry.

Her father had chosen the young prince from a small kingdom in Japan before he too had moved to France with his mother and he was to be presented to his bride-to-be at her birthday party. Asuka knew very little about him, but one of her maids-in-waiting had managed to smuggle into the palace a small black and white picture of him, taken from a recent newspaper article in the Japanese Chronicle.

The naked princess lay back in the water in the late afternoon sun and floated on her back on the surface with her eyes closed, her little black curly pubes on her mound of Venus peeping up shyly through the clear water. She was oblivious to the fact that her new English bodyguard was ogling her from behind the high thick bamboo reeds and tossing himself off as he watched her every movement.

Unaware of the odious man's actions, she conjured up a picture in her mind of the young prince wondering what it would be like to give up her virginity to him. Even though she was still a virgin, she was not exactly innocent in the ways of pleasurable sex. She had shared a lot of stories and been shown many ways to pleasure a man by some of her maids, ready for the day when she would be married. Tomma, her personal maid, and she, had experimented with each other as they often explored their young bodies, touching each other's smooth young skin and finding the vital spots, bringing themselves to a climax. But, she had never actually been penetrated by a man's penis. Asuka felt a slight twinge between her legs at the thought of actually giving herself to a man, she gingerly started to finger herself, slowly at first and then more vigorously. As the hot sun beat down on her body, she could feel herself throbbing even more between her thighs with the heat of the sun and the heat of her longing for the young prince who was flying in from Paris that day to meet her at her father's palace in the early evening.

Suddenly she was aware of a slight shadow across her face, then a discreet cough. Tomma her chief maid - in - waiting was standing beside the pool holding a large soft white towel over one arm, ready to cover her mistress's naked body.

"Quickly Princess, he has already arrived with his mother, they are early and they are in the main hall, quickly. You must be prepared for him."

Tomma held out the very large white towel and wrapped it around the princess's lovely bare body that was glistening with droplets of water in the sunlight as she stepped out of the warm water.

The two young girls made their way rapidly through their secret entrance through the gardens, up the back stairs towards the gallery overlooking the Great Hall and peered down at the entrance through the heavy gold lamé curtains that shielded the gallery from prying eyes.

There was a commotion going on downstairs and servants running about as the handsome young prince entered the doorway. Asuka noticed that his two Japanese bodyguards as well as his mother and father and their servants surrounded him as her father escorted him into the Great Hall below.

Asuka felt a flutter in her stomach as she saw how handsome and tall he was and sighed with anticipation, he was even better looking than the picture she had seen, and she was ecstatic with excitement and longing for him. As she gazed at him her deep brown eyes widened with lust. Little did she know what the future had in store for her that evening!

CHAPTER ONE

THE KIDNAPPING

 

Asuka knew that she was on a boat because she felt the rise and fall of the ship as it ploughed through the sea. But whereabouts was she? Was she still in French waters or somewhere on the high seas? How long had she been on the vessel? All these questions started to churn around in her mind as she struggled to remember what had happened over the hours of the previous days, and how and why it had happened, but her mind remained a mist of uncertainty and her movements had caused her head to throb with pain as well as certain parts of her naked body.

She now also realised that her Western bodyguard, whom she had disliked from the first time she had met him, even though her father had insisted that he accompany her everywhere she went for her own safety, had been the instigator of her kidnapping and she reflected on how two big black men had gagged her with duct tape, her wrists and ankles had been bound with rope, and she had been bundled into a large hessian sack and smuggled out of the palace and thrown into the back of a waiting black van. Obviously her dear father had been too trusting about the new man and should have looked into his credentials more thoroughly, but there was nothing that she could do about it now.

She also recalled how Roger Fogg had driven off quickly in her father's black Mercedes SUV after she had been slung into the black van and she was thrust against the legs of the two black men in the back, whilst a third one drove off following the bodyguard. One of the men in the back had later released her from the bag that was tied around her head, for fear of her suffocating.

She also reflected how they had abused her in the back of the van. They had torn off her silk garments and then they had semi-stripped themselves of their clothes and the larger of the two had almost smothered her with his giant body and took her from behind as she lay face down and bound up on the floor, penetrating her innocent, brown hole bringing her over and over again to a shattering climax like she had never before experienced and in some strange way she had to admit to herself that she had actually enjoyed it.

She knew she had screamed out with the excruciating pain of his abuse at first and yet in some perverted way that she did not know existed in her, had actually enjoyed what he was doing to her, but she dared not show it. The other black man had watched and laughed as he caressed his gigantic black organ and brought himself to a massive orgasm, spurting his thick white creamy cum over her slim body. Then the first black man withdrew himself and also spurted the remainder of his creamy juices over her backside. Then the other had used this as lubrication and thrust his turgid tool that had swollen again, into her wet and slippery delicate arse-hole as he had quickly become erect again and his mate had thrust his big cock into her small mouth, forcing her to suck him off.

How dare they she thought, how dare they pleasure themselves with her, a Princess. She remembered spitting venomously at them as she struggled and yet the more she fought with them, the more it aroused them and the more she wanted them inside of her. Their sizes were magnificent. Their huge, ebony cocks had filled her backside and her mouth, never relaxing for a moment, yet they did not penetrate her vagina.

She knew that she was worth more to them as an innocent young woman. She could feel herself throbbing with anticipation as well as frustration, wanting them inside of her, yet knowing that they would not de-flower her; whoever they were. They would get more money for her as a virgin, otherwise why else had she been captured?