In a world where latex is king, Karen is living her dream of wearing latex, and protecting the kingdom.

Yes, in her dreams, that is.

She wasn't part of the Royalty. She wasn't even part of the nobles or of the wealthy, or of the riches. She was just a peasant, working for the kingdom.

Her job? Rubber tree sap harvester. Yes, latex was a hot commodity in the kingdom. But no, not for tires. It was for clothes and high fashion accessories. Latex was rare and expensive. On the other end, that is, not on her level of work.

Every noble that had any sort of respect would wear latex, as a whole or mixed with other expensive fabrics like satin, silk and linen. Peasants would wear cotton or hemp clothes.

Of course, all peasants dreamed of being a noble, of wearing those expensive fabrics.

Sometimes, during the harvest of the rubber tree sap, mistakes happens, buckets of sap blobs are dropped on the ground, getting spoiled by dirt, leaves and other debris.

The buyers don't want it, but it is not put to waste. Sometimes the peasant would keep it and make their own high fashion clothes, their latex pants, skirts and dresses. Sometimes, it was just a piece of underwear or a glove.

Karen wiped her forehead with her arm. It was exhausting work. She was carrying a large container on her hip, filled to the brim with precious sap, heading to the drop-out point, where the buyers would test the quality and give her her price. She was hoping to have a good amount for her harvest. She did a great job.

Panting, she walked out of the rubber tree field, struggling a little on her boots with a medium heel, and walked the 300m or so to the buyer's booth, where she took place in line with the others.

Most of the 'older" women were wearing traditional long dresses but Karen, being in her early twenties, was all for the new hip fashion. Someone had been able to mix cotton with some rubber, making a stretchy fabric. She was wearing tight fitting pants with this same fabric. It was gray and it wasn't much shiny and did not gave the same feeling as latex but it was tight fitting and she liked it. She was glad that, on that hot day, she only put on her small brown leather top, closed with lacing at the front. Well, she made it herself, so she was proudly wearing it.

She heard horses from behind her. She saw them, a group of the Kingdom's army, returning to the castle after a day of patrol. Their horses were clean and wonderfully maintained. The soldiers were in half armors, showing the latex undersuit they were wearing. Such a sight. Such a dream.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/1

"One day, I'll be one of them," said Karen to Anna, the woman behind her and her good friend, with which she spent the day harvesting sap with.

"In your dreams, Karen. You? A woman? In the army?"

"Well, they take women for the royal guards. Why not for the army?"

"Because the Royal guards are more decorum than really useful," said Anna, giggling. "You really think they can fight in those bulky and restrictive armors?"

"Well... I'd like to think so, yes," said Karen, affirmatively.

"Anyway, they'll never recruit you for it. You don't have the skills."

Karen looked at her with wide eyes.

"You have never seen me fight my brother, then," she said with a proud smile.

Her brother, Phil, wasn't harvesting sap. Collecting sap was 'for the girls'. He was a man. He was working at the stable, taking care of the horses but his dream was to become a soldier. Then he would be known as the Mighty Phil, not the Poor Phil. Poor Phil without a father to take care of him.

It was just too bad, their father had died when he was 14 years old. A bad cold that lasted two weeks. He knew the Kingdom had medicine that would have helped his father, alas, they were merely peasants and the doctor didn't have access to the necessary herbs and medicine. That was the life of the working class, of the peasants.

That left him the strong man of the household. Yeah, at 14 years old. Even at that young age, he was already working at the stables, with his father.

His biggest regret, apart from losing his father figure, was that he was losing his trainer at working the sword, to become a fighter, a soldier.

So, he was practising alone, behind their house, against a dummy made of hemp bags filled with hay when Karen arrived with her own sword: a tree branch.

"Ah-ha! You will never be able to take me down!" she yelled, running toward him.

With a swift move, he swung his sword, made out of hardwood, and easily 'killed' her sister.

"You're 12 years old and a girl, Karen. You can't beat me."

That comment rubbed Karen the wrong way. She got back on her feet in the blink of an eye.

"This? But a scratch!" she said, ramming him at full speed. Again, she was easily defeated, landing face-first in the mud.

"Told ya!" he said laughing.

"Yes, that is really funny," said an older woman, walking out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Mother! That's not funny! Tell him to stop. That's not fair." said Karen, frustrated.

"Tell him to stop?" she said, laughing. "You said you wanted to become a soldier yourself. A soldier doesn't say 'That's not fair' when the enemy strikes him down. He fights. Learn."

"Are you serious, mother? You want me to fight her?"

"You'll have a more realistic response from Karen than from your dummy sack," she said, pointing at the half-torn hay bag hanging hear him. "Just don't be too hard with her."

"Mother, I won't learn to fight if I have to go easy on my enemies."

"Oh, I never said to let her win. Just give her time to learn, and perhaps, that... knight thing will pass," she said, making a clear wink to her son.

She wasn't too eager to see Karen try and fail to become a soldier, but at the same time, she wanted her to be happy.

Now, six years later, after leaving her load of sap to the buyer, and getting a good price for it, she was back home, practising against the hemp bag with her steel sword. Oh, the blade was dulled and the tip was rounded, but it was still heavy and she was good with it. Very good.

"YOO HOO!!" she heard coming from the house. That was Phil's voice.

"That's wonderful!" she heard her mother say.

"What's going on? What is wonderful?" asked Karen, entering the small house.

"Phil has been accepted for the soldier's pre-selection!" said her mother, all happy and smiling. "My son is going to be a soldier, and who knows, perhaps, a knight!"

"Ha, ha, not so fast, mother. It's the pre-selection. I'm not even sure I will make it."

"Of course you will," said Mother, proud and smiling, holding the letter against her heart. "Your father would be so proud."

"Oh yeah?? You? Selected? Over my dead body!" said Karen, smiling, teasing her brother, raising her sword.

Phil quickly reached for his own practice sword and began to fight Karen, right then and there, inside the house, knocking down a ceramic pot, shattering it as it hit the floor.

"Out! Get out you two! Do not fight in the house!"

Giggling, Karen and Phil fought toward the door, then once outside, the fight became more serious. The smiles disappeared from their faces. They were fighting, the swords were hitting hard.

"More bruises for you," said Phil.

One swift move, one quick twist of the sword and she hit Phil in the stomach.

"Ah-ha! Gotcha!"

"Nah, that doesn't count, I... I... I wasn't ready." he said, starting to fight again.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/2

Karen smiled. His usual excuses. Because she had gotten good. Very good. He refused to admit it but she was beating him more often than he was beating her.

"You're my sister. Of course, I let you win," was his other usual excuse, but she knew it was hitting him hard in his pride. Being beaten by his sister. By a girl! How lame.

They fought until their mother called them for dinner, as the sun was setting down. After the meal, as darkness set in, there was not much to do, and Karen was eagerly waiting for that moment.

She went to her room. There, hanging on the wall, her very own latex catsuit. Oh, it wasn't pristine. The latex hadn’t been dyed so it was white... when it was new, that is. Well, white with some dirt. Now, it was mostly grey and it has lost most of its shine.

She had made it with dropped latex blobs. Her mom was working in a garment manufacture so she knew about the vulcanization process and had made, with a few others from the village, a home-made press able to produce rubber sheets. They then cut them and press them into a pattern of the desired garments before putting them on a rack and having them cooked.

Karen had chosen to make a catsuit. It wasn't perfect. Part of it was too cooked and lost its elasticity. It was too tight at the waist and thighs and too lose at the knees and shoulders. But it was hers and she liked it.

Putting it on was a hassle. After all the only entry point was through the neck. The only other closing method known was buttons or lacing, which was not ideal. For a catsuit, that is. Shirts were fine with buttons.

What? Zipper you ask? What the heck is a... zipper?

After much panting and moaning, the suit slid in place. One arm was a little shorter than the other, the fit wasn't all that comfortable, but she was wearing latex, the material of the wealthy, of the Royalty.

She looked herself in the polished brass plate.

"One day, you will be a guard and you will have a proper fitted one," she said to herself, pepping her up.

She laid on her bed. Her hands quickly reached her crotch. Somehow, she didn't know why, that suit was arousing her. Alas, except for running her fingers over her sensitive crotch, she couldn't do much: she hadn't planned about any opening there...

"Maybe I can add some lacing there," she mumbled as her fingers poked around.

She had enough pleasure teasing herself that she fell asleep shortly after, to wake up with the sun.

She ate her breakfast in full latex, getting squinted at by her brother who found it stupid. Her mother was having mixed feelings: she liked that Karen had a higher goal, but at the same time, she didn't want her child to be disappointed because, lets face it, her chance of becoming a guard was almost non-existent. Her? A simple peasant? A rubber tree sap harvester becoming a Royal Guard?

That day was like any other day. She collected the tree sap and sold it at the market. Oh, she wished she could do it wearing her beloved latex catsuit but she was afraid to tear it off. It happened to others who dared to do it. It was just not the higher-end, high quality rubber than the soldiers were having.

As usual, she challenged her brother into a sword fight, which she won, again, before heading to bed in her latex catsuit.

She was awoken by the sun... No, wait. That isn't the sun that's fire. Fire? But...

She snapped out of her dreamy state and looked out the window. Yes, fires. People were running in all directions, screaming while people on horses were running around, setting houses on fire.

She saw a lit torch land on the hay roof of a nearby house.

"Anna's house! NOO!" she said, jumping on her feet. She knew that their house would be next.

She grabbed her practice sword which was leaning against her desk and threw it on her bed, then pulled the desk away from the wall and reached behind it, taking another sword, this one with a blade as shiny as a mirror and ran outside. The fires were reflecting on her white-ish latex catsuit making it appeared orange. She looked right. She looked left. There was about a dozen of them. She recognised them. They were the Ghamorz, a tribe of orcs that wanted to destroys the kingdom.

Without thinking twice, she ran toward the nearest one. The orc laughed at her, a small woman in a grey latex suit, running at him screaming. He didn't even tried to defend himself, sure his body would block the tiny stink of that parasite of human.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/3

His laugh changed to a scream as with a swift move, Karen swung her very well sharpened sword at his calf and slashed it, almost severing it from his leg, his scream attracting the attention.

"What do you think you're doing?" she heard Phil yell at her.

"Saving the village... contrary to you!" she yelled back, swinging her sword again at another orc.

Phil was stunned. He hesitated. He couldn't go against orcs. He was not trained for it. Yet.

Karen swung her sword with expertise at the other orcs coming at her, injuring them and/or their horse.

She let go of her sword and grabbed her shoulder as an Orc ran behind her and slashed her shoulder. It was superficial but her beloved catsuit was now ruined. That enraged her. She fought with even more energy, running after those Orcs that were on foot, striking down one, two, four of them.

Her fighting encouraged more of the village to go and fight them off, sort of revealing that they were not invincible if a... girl... can strike them down, finally winning just as the Kingdom soldiers were coming for the rescue, although a third of the village was now in ruins.

She stood in the middle of the destroyed part of the village, panting, sweating, feeling the sweat running down between her skin and the latex suit, as well as a red streak running from her left shoulder down her arm. Soldiers passed on each side of her, looking in disbelief.

Her mother ran to her, screaming of fear and joy at the same time. Villagers were singing victory songs, using Karen's name as the hero that saved the village.

When the sun was up, she was back at work, collecting sap blobs, bringing them to the market. She had just emptied her basket and was heading home. She heard horses in the distance.

"HER! THAT'S HER. THE WOMAN WITH THE BROWN HAIR"

Karen turned around, picking up her empty basket. She watched the man she didn't know point at her, directing soldiers in her direction. Soldiers? What the hell? Would she go to prison for saving her village? Of course, it wasn't forbidden for a woman to fight but... it was a man's job. Someone got jealous. She dropped her basked and ran.

"Hey! Wait! In the name of the King, I order you to stop!" yelled the soldier that seemed the highest in rank, judging by the insignia on his armor.

"Yeah right," answered Karen, quickly moving away from the horses, then with a swift and quick move, as the leader's horse was getting right next to her, she turned around, grabbed the soldier's steel covered leg and swung herself on the horse, behind the soldier, surprising him, putting him off balance. She grabbed him by the helmet, twisting it off.

"Hey! Wait! I can't see! What are you doiiiiiiiin." he said as he fell off the horse.

Karen quickly grabbed the reins and was about to gallop away when another guard grabbed the horse.

"Not so fast, lady." said that guard, turning the horse around. She was now facing the fallen soldier, one soldier on horse on each side of her. She had no way out.

The fallen soldier was sitting, hands on his lap, holding his helmet he had taken off. And he was laughing, as well as the other soldiers around them.

"By Lord, young woman, you're even feistier than what people tells of you," said the soldier, slowly getting back on his feet.

"You're not going to arrest me that easily." she said, ready to jump off the horse and run away. "And... why are you arresting me?"

"Arrest you? Oh, no. My apologies if our presence was misinterpreted, young woman. We're not here to arrest you. Your fighting skills during the attack of yesterday upon your village by the Ghamorz have reached the Kingdom. The King would like to have a word with you.

There was a general rumble in the crowd gathered around them.

"The... The... The King? But... Why?" she asked, stuttering.

"I do not know, young woman. I was sent to find you and bring you to him."

"Uh... Oh... I'm sorry... The king? But... I must go change... But... I don't..." she said, preparing to get down from the horse.

The guard laughed and raised a hand to stop her.

"You stay on that horse, young woman. You won it with a honest battle. I must admit my defeat, as humiliating as it may be. I will walk by your side." he said, still giggling, nodding in head in disbelief.

"But... My clothes..."

"Are of no importance, young woman," said the soldier. "The King will receive you as you are."

"You know we won't let this one go down easy," said another soldier approaching the one on foot.

"I'm sure of that," he said laughing, gently pulling the horse.

"Uh... OH! Anna!" yelled Karen to her friend. "Tell mother tha... hum..."

"I will, Karen. I will," answered Anna, waving her goodbye. "Make our village proud!"

She was overwhelmed. She never saw so much opulence before. She was far from their little wood, stone and mud house with a stray roof, with glass-less windows and dirt floors.

This was The Palace. The ceilings were high, the walls covered in pristine wood, the floor in hard polished stones. Windows were covered with colorful glass, and heavy purple latex curtains were draping them.

She was brought into a smaller room, the high ranking soldier leading the way and two soldiers closing the procession. She had no chance to get away. A deep red latex carpet was making some sort of walking path toward a raised chair. The King's chair!

And he was there, sitting on it, wearing a very thick green latex cloak.

The three guards put a knee down. Karen looked around and immediately did the same.

"And who do we have here, Captain Lancelin?" asked the King, making a gesture to have them stand up. His voice was soft yet commanding.

"The young woman I talked to you about, you Majesty."

"Oh, really. You were able to find her," he said, a little perplexed.

One of the soldiers behind them laughed.

"Something you care to share, soldier?" asked the King as he got off his chair and slowly walked down the six steps leading from his elevated position to the ground.

The Captain, who had removed his helmet to talk to the King gave a very strong look at the soldier.

"N... No, your Majesty," said the soldier, making a small bow.

"All is good then, but... In good times, I will want to know what made you laugh, soldier. So... Who do we have here? What is your name, young woman?" he asked as he stopped in front of her.

"K... K... Karen... Your... uh... Majesty." she stuttered.

"How are you, K... K... Karen?" he asked, giggling.

Karen didn't know what to answer. Was he laughing at her or with her?

"I'm... nervous," she said.

"Of course, but you don't need to be, young Karen. It has been brought to my attention that you are a good fighter, that you defeated quite many orcs last night in your village. Is that true?"

"I... I was only defending my... my family and friends, Sire," she said

"Of course," he said, nodding, his voice warm and comforting. "I would like to see you in action. Do you think that's possible?"

"You want... An orc? You... you want me to fight an orc? here?" asked Karen in disbelief.

"An orc? No, of course not. How about?..." he asked, looking at the Captain.

"Soldier Higgs here will surely make a good opponent," he said, pointing at the soldier who was giggling a few moments earlier.

"So be it." said the King.

"But... I..." said Karen, looking around her.

"Here, take mine. It will be an honor, young Karen." said the Captain, handing his sword.

Hands shaking, Karen took it and almost dropped it. It was slightly heavier than her own. The soldier approached, sure of himself. Karen was not ready at all. Fighting? In front of the King? For show? That wasn't serious. And this sword. It was heavy but also incredibly well-balanced! She never used something like that.

Soldier Higgs made the first move, Karen quickly blocking the blow.

"I... I don't have any protection. That's not fair!" said Karen.

"You didn't have any last night, apart from a latex suit you made, apparently, isn't that right?"

"Uh... Yes... but..." she was trying to say while fighting the soldier who was going all in, ready to kill.

Karen tried to counteract but she was not ready, not in her element, not... full of rage.

One hit on her left which she blocked, one hit on her right, which she also blocked. Then the soldier made a quick move, hitting her leg with the flat portion of the sword, making her lose balance. She fell hard on the stone floor.

"Ouch!" she said, getting back up and rubbing her shoulder, but soldier Higgs had retreated, giving her a chance.

"I am sorry, your Majesty," she said, turning away from the soldier, "but what you're asking me is impossible."

Behind her, the Captain made a gesture of the hand to the King and another gesture of the head to the soldier. That one quickly ran toward Karen, ready to give her a killing blow.

Karen heard it. Her reflexes kicked into action. She turned on herself and raised the sword. Damn! That balanced sword could be manoeuvred as if it were an extension of her own hand.

Clank! to the left. Clank! to the right. Clank! Over her head. A twist, a swing of the sword. Clank! The sword flew off the soldier's hand. One kick and he was on the ground as Karen swung her own sword behind her back to induce a lot of force and then slammed it down on the soldier's chest only to be blocked by another sword, one held by the Captain, sparing the soldier's life.

"I won't let this one go down easy," said the Captain, giggling, at the soldier.

That one sheepishly sat and then got back up, the Captain handing him back the sword he used to protect him.

Karen let her sword drop.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Are... Are you alright?" she was saying, looking at the soldier, at the Captain and at the King in turn. "Please, believe me. I didn't want to hurt him, I..."

The King got close to her, facing her, putting his large hand on her small shoulders.

"Calm down, young woman. You did well. And the saying was right: you are a feisty fighter." he said, as Karen calmed down.

"I wanted you here. I wanted to see you with my own eyes and what I saw impressed me,"

he said from his calm deep voice. " With the proper training, I think you would be..."

"...Be a very good fit," cut-in a voice coming from behind the throne.

A young woman with short blond hair walked out, wearing a tight-fitting leotard and loose fitting pants, all made out of latex. Her hands were clear but shiny as she was also wearing latex gloves.

The guards put a knee down and looked down. Karen just looked around and stared at her.

"Don't you know you have to kneel in presence of The Princess?" asked the young woman.

The Princ... Oh gosh!" said Karen, immediately kneeling. "I... I didn't know... I'm sorry. I mean..."

"No need to be sorry, Karen, right? Not everybody knows what I looked like without the hood I usually wear in public," she said with a warm voice, walking to Karen, and extending her hand. "I am Princess Sandra."

Karen nervously took the hand and gave it a small kiss. At least, that's what she thought she should do. And it was weird to kiss... latex.

"I... I don't understand. She did nothing wrong." was repeating Karen's mother as she paced back and forth the length of the house. "She... she should be home by now. Why isn't she back? What does the King want of her?"

Her questions were non-stop. Phil and Anna had tried to calm her but nothing could be done.

The sound of horse's hoofs made her startled and run to the street. Was it her? Was it Karen?

Toward her came four horsemen. Four soldiers from the Kingdom. The first one had an insignia indicating his higher rank. There was one other solder on either side and another one closing the group.

"Where is Karen?" asked Mother.

From behind the Captain, leaned the young woman. The Captain was so large with his armor that he was totally hiding her.

"I am here, Mother. All is fine," she said as they reached the house and dismounted the horse..

"What happened? Why were you arrested? Are you alright?"

"All is fine, Mother. I'm fine. I met the King and Princess Sandra," she said, grabbing her mother's hands and jumping up and down.

"You met the King. Oh, my Lord. What is he like?"

"He is a good man, Mother."

"Oh, quick, tell me all about it. We're gonna have dinner and you'll tell me all about it. Are you staying for the dinner? I'm sure I can make more to cover for you," said Mother, addressing the soldiers.

"That won't be necessary, Mother and I'm sorry to say that... I won't stay for dinner. I have to go back with them."

"Go back with them? Why? How? Are you a prisoner?"

"No mother, I'm not a prisoner," said Karen, giggling. "I'm simply here to say goodbye. For the moment!" she quickly added, looking at her mother's eyes widened. "I have been chosen. They want me to go through the selection to become a personal guard for Princess Sandra," she said, sparks in her eyes.

"A guard? You? For the Princess? That's... that's..."

"Bullshit!" she heard someone say behind her.

"Phil. Don't say that. I will have to wash your mouth with soap!" Mother replied back.

"Don't believe her. Okay, how much is she paying you to play that prank?" he asked the soldiers.

"This is not a prank," said the Captain, giving a rolled parchment paper to Mother. "Here's the official invitation."

Mother read it, tears of joy mixing with fear running down her cheeks.

"My child. My daughter. A Princess's guard? How wonderful! But... she's only a woman.." she said, squishing the parchment against her heart with both hands. "I am so proud of you, Karen."

"I know, Mother," said Karen.

"And what about me?" asked Phil to the Captain. "I was selected for the pre-selection. Name: Phil. Phil, son of Earl. I'm sure you heard of me," he said, arrogantly.

"Sorry, Phil, son of Earl, but I am not involved with the pre-selection process." said the Captain with a deadpan tone. "We have to go, Karen. We have to be back at the Castle before the day is over."

Karen gave a long hug to her Mother. She tried to give one to Phil but he was too bad a sore loser to accept it. She nonetheless managed to give him a kiss on the cheek before hopping back on the horse.

"Tell Anna that I'm fine," she said to her mother before disappearing in the distance with the soldiers.

They were in a large room. The floor was made of polished stone but had been worn out through the years. That castle was almost two hundred years old, so these stones have seen a lot of people walk on it. Some were rounded off, others had chips missing. A lot happened in that room.

Karen was there along with five other women. She had made it. Well, not quite. She had been selected to test her abilities. If she do well, she would go on to the next round. She wasn't alone. Five of these women also wanted one of the only two spots available.

Joan, Imanie, Ella, Eloise and Tabatha.

The Princess had an entourage of six personal guards. There was always at least two on duty. One was assigned to guard her quarters. One was to follow her around in the castle. If she was to go out, at least three of them would accompany her.

But they were more than guards. They were her aids. They were her servants. They were her confidants. they sometimes helped her being dressed up on one of her extravagant latex costumes. And they helped for... other duties.

They were under contracts. For six years. Every two years, two of them were replaced. That's why there were two openings.

They were not talking a lot between each other. They were more... sizing each other out. They were all wearing the same thing: a chain-mail catsuit. On one wall was hanging six brass swords. Bored from waiting Karen walked to them and picked one up, looking at it, then testing how it felt, weighting it. Then she began to swing it around, roll it around her wrists, turning on herself, fighting some imaginary friend.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/4

"What the devil are you doing?" asked one she knew as Joan.

"Feeling the weapon," simply said Karen, still twisting the sword around, changing hands.

"You're going to break it and we will all get punished for it," said Eloise.

"Then, why are they there? To show?"

"But of course. These are not weapons. These are made of bronze. it's for display."

"They have obviously been used. Look at all their dents and marks. These are practice weapons, The edges have been rounded off," said Karen, gesturing toward one of the woman she seemed to have a good feeling about.

That woman swiftly turned around, grabbed one of the hanging swords and expertly swing it back, blocking Karen's blow.

"The name is Tabatha," she said, looking fierce.

Karen retracted the sword and put it, the blade flat against her nose.

"Then, be prepared to fight, Tabatha," said Karen, striking a pause, legs spread, knees slightly bent, the left one forward, the right one backward, and same thing with the sword, held high from her right hand behind behind her while her left hand was facing her opponent, palm opened, forward.

The chain-mail catsuit began to rub as they moved, turning, always facing each other. Tabatha ram forward the first, but Karen swiftly avoided her. She aimed to hit her but Tamara was also quick and turned around, blocking the blow. Clank! Clank. One hit to the hip: blocked. One hip to the leg: blocked. One hip to the shoulder: blocked. One stroke to the stomach: deflected.

It was as if they were fighting twins of themselves. Each one foreseeing the blow and avoiding it, counteracting it or deflecting it.

They were definitively getting warmed-up. The weight of the chain-mail was starting to take its toll. But so far, none touched the other. At one point, they both put the pointy end of their swords on the ground to catch a breath, smiling at each other, acknowledging their performances. Two other woman had taken a sword and had discretely starting to fight while the other two were simply watching them fight.

"I would call that a tie," said a firm voice Karen recognized.

"Oh... Captain Lancelin. We... We were..."

"You were a delight to watch, both of you. Well done." he said, turning to the others. "Please, take your practice swords." he said, pointing at the swords hanging on the walls. "Yes, Karen was right, those are practice swords."

"You... you were there?" asked Tabatha.

"All this time?" added Karen.

"Of course. I now have a feeling of who I'm dealing with."

The two women who did nothing but wait rushed to get their swords and began to fight against one another. Karen could see they were good, as good as she. At least.

Soon, they were all back at fighting. Captain Lancelin switched their opponents a few times so that each girl fought against each other. After two hour of that intense fighting, they were all pretty tired.

They took a short break then headed outside for some horse riding lessons. At one time on her horse, Karen looked up a window on the third floor of the castle and saw her, the Princess, looking at them. She gave a discrete salute of the head. She couldn't tell if the Princess saw her or not.

It was followed by a copious lunch. Karen never ate so copiously. Then, in the afternoon, more training, this time with bows and arrows. Those two parts, horse riding and shooting arrows, Karen was feeling she was falling behind. She barely ever used a bow before and she didn't have much experience riding horses. But she went on and gave her best. By the end of the day, she was eager to get out of that chain-mail catsuit. She wished they would provide some kind of latex suit, even as an undersuit. That should feel so nice!

But as they were sent to their rooms to change before dinner, all that was provided, was some cotton dresses, which were welcome after the sweaty metal suits.

Captain Lancelin was no longer with them.

"I wonder when we'll get our latex outfits," said Karen, between two bites.

"Are you seriously eager to wear latex?" asked Imanie, who looked at Joan for approval, which she gave.

"Well, yes. I mean that's part of the outfit and part of the reason I want to join."

"Oh really?" said Joan, kind of arrogantly. "And why exactly do you want to join the Princess Private Guards?"

"Because... I... I mean. It's being the Princess Private Guards. Isn't that enough prestige? And more than that, it's the outfit and the respect it commands." said Karen, smiling.

"Geesh. Where are you from? You sound like you're a worthless sap harvester." said Joan, giggling, accompanied by Imanie.

"And... what's wrong with that? That was an honest living."

"Ha, ha... Oh!" said Imanie. "You ARE a sap harvester? Damn... how did you end-up here?" she asked, laughing.

"Obviously, she knows how to fight," intervene Tabatha.

"She's no better than me," said Joan. "I trained with the best. My father is a Duke. I had access to the best trainers."

"Yet, she almost beat you," cut in Eloise. "She deserves a chance and I share her reasons to become a Princess Personal Guards. I mean... working to protect the Princess! That's so... Wait. Then why do YOU want to become a Princess guard if it's not for the title and responsibilities?"

"That's... none of your business," she answered, turning away.

Eloise looked at Karen who shrugged. She didn't care what Joan or any other person was thinking about her reasons. Thinking deeper about it, she was doing it mainly for... the outfit. The latex part of the outfit: the feeling of the tight latex on her skin and the prospect of wearing that bulky armor somehow made her feel good.

They were given shared rooms, two per rooms, that have been determined in advance. Karen has been matched with... Joan. She didn't care but Joan was livid. She was not about to share a room with a sap harvester. Her father was a Duke, etc, etc. Tabatha, which was matched with Imanie offered to switch places because she was having the same tantrum as Joan as her father was also a Duke.

That suited both Karen and Tabatha. Karen learned that Tabatha's father wasn't a Duke or anything special, just a carpenter and she began to play with wooden swords while very young and her goal to become a Princess Guard was similar to Karen: the title and the outfit.

After three more days of training, a selection had to be made. They were back in the main practice room with Captain Lancelin on that last morning.

"It's time for the finalist's selection. We keep only three of you," he said.

Joan and Imanie were both looking at each other, smiling as if the selection was already settled for them. After all, their fathers were Dukes. A horn sounded two notes. Captain Lancelin kneeled. The girls looked at each other but Karen was the first one to kneel, smiling.

A guard entered. A Princess Personal Guard. Karen immediately recognized the indoor armor, consisting on the body plating, a helmet and the lower legs only. The guard was confidently walking on high heel boots, holding a walking stick. She took place, standing very straight. Karen eyes lit up when she saw the black, shiny latex undersuit. It looked a little thin to her taste but tight. Very tight. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/5

The Princess walked behind the guard. She was wearing a red leotard with a hood covering her face except for her eyes and mouth, and a long black latex skirt reaching the floor, her waist crushed by a tight corset. Karen wished that it wasn't just a leotard but a full catsuit. Why would she settled for just half a latex suit? From the corner of her eye, Karen noticed that Joan and Imanie did kneel but in a 'this is stupid' way. They obviously didn't care about the Princess.

"You can all rise," said the Princess with a soft voice. "We've been watching you and we came out with our selection. Captain?"

"Yes, Princess," he answered with a small bow. "The chosen candidates are Tabatha, Ella and Eloise."

The two girls jumped up and down in surprise and delight. Karen looked at the Princess with sadness. Well, she did her best and she knew she wasn't that good on some of the training. To her defence, her family never own a riding horse. Joan and Imanie were furious.

"What? We are not the chosen ones? That's outrageous!" said Joan.

"Yeah, we'll see that with our fathers and we'll be back," said Imanie, pointing in turn, Captain Lancelin and Princess Sandra, anger in her eyes.

"That is the tradition and this is our choices," said Captain Lancelin.

"However..." said Princess Sandra, "I wish a fourth person to reach the final selection process."

"Yeah, right. You better..."

"Karen," cut in Princess Sandra.

"WHAT!" interjected Imanie "That... This... Sap harvester? She can't shoot an arrow straight!"

Karen just stood there, mouth agape, her brain trying to understand what was going on. Their connections aside, Imanie and Joan were better than her. Maybe not in sword fighting but on average.

The Princess didn't seemed bothered by the complains of the brats. She turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Captain Lancelin to guide the chosen girls to a side door. Another soldier came in by the same door and headed for the losers, only to guide them to the Castle main exit. Karen could hear them complain all along.

Eloise, Tabatha and Ella were looking at each other, then at Karen who only shuddered. She had no clue why she had been chosen. She looked up at the Captain.

"Why... me? Imanie was right, I can't barely shoot an arrow at the target."

"I do not have the answer, Karen. I wasn't aware of that decision from the Princess, but it is her choice. You'll have to discuss it with her."

They were led to their small rooms. She still shared hers with Tabatha.

"I don't stand a chance against you three. You will be one of the chosen, that's for sure," she said to Tabatha. "Eloise and Ella are very good. I honestly can't tell which one will win."

"Thank you, Karen. Yes, I'm good but I don't think that fighting skills, riding horses and shooting arrows are the only qualities they are looking for." said Tabatha. "We all come from wealthy families living in the city. You come from..."

"Yes, I know. I'm just a poor peasant. I really don't..."

There was a hard knock on the door.

"This Captain Lancelin. Karen, can you come out?"

Karen's eyes widened.

"Oh darn.... There I go. The King probably rejected the Princess's choice. Well, it was nice knowing you, Tabatha." said Karen, hugging her friend.

"I'm sure you'll be fine, Karen. Just practice and you'll be chosen in the next round. I'm certain of that!".

Karen walked out. Captain Lancelin guided her down a long corridor. She was puzzled, the way out was the other way. They reached a tower with a spiralling staircase.

"Just climb to the top, enter the room and the Princess would be with you shortly."

"The Prin... Oh gawd!" said Karen, stunned, blushing.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," he said with a warm smile.

Karen climbed the stairs. There was a lot of them. She figured she would end-up in the top level of the castle. She carefully opened the door, its hinges making a creepy creaking sound as it moved. She made a few steps in. It was a very richly decorated room, worthy of a Princess. Red velvet and latex drapes were hanging by the windows. Even her bed had latex bedding. Red. Apparently, the Princess liked red.

Someone walked in. Was it the Princess? Apparently yes. She was... naked? No. She was wearing a very expensive clear latex catsuit. Her private parts were hidden behind a steel chastity belt and a chastity bra. She was barefooted, or rather latex footed. She saw Karen and she smiled.

"Welcome to my chambers, Karen."

"Uh hello... Princess?" said Karen, doing a quick knee down, not knowing how to address a Royalty wearing... nothing... "...Damn! You're so short!" she blurted out, then immediately covered her mouth with her hand.

Princess Sandra stopped dead on her track to stare at Karen.

"First, I am not short. I am vertically challenged. Second, that's not the proper way to address a Princess. Be lucky I don't gag you."

"I, I, I... I'm sorry, Princess... G..g... gag?"

"Oh, maybe you want a taste of it," she said, reaching for something on top of her desk and walking to Karen. "It's something I designed myself," she added, showing what looked a like a red rubber ball in the middle of a leather strap. She walked behind Karen. "Open your mouth wide."

"Wha? Whyggmff." said Karen who immediately pulled that thing off her mouth with her hands.

"Oh... You want it that way, then..." said Princess Sandra with a smirk, walking to her desk again and picking two heavy steel shackles.

"Why... Why are you doing this?" asked Karen as Princess Sandra was cuffing her arms in the back.

Without another word, Princess Sandra put the red rubber ball back into Karen's mouth and tightened the strap. A lot more than what Karen would have found comfortable.

"Mghfmmfff..."

"Good, it works," she said, walking again to face Karen.

Karen's breath was shaking a little. She was feeling something weird. It wasn't in her mind, it wasn't the feeling of the restraints or the strange taste of rubber in her mouth. It was different. Her whole body felt it. And it was feeling... good?

"Now, I'll be direct to the point," she said as she sat down to put on another latex catsuit on top of her clear one, red this time. She definitely liked red. "You're probably well aware that you were not in the top three chosen. Technically, you wouldn't have been in the top five."

Karen looked down. That was one heck of a blow, but it was also true.

"You're lacking in horse riding and as an archer. But I noticed that you have quite an interest for latex. I was told that you had made yourself a catsuit in your village and that you were wearing it while fighting the orcs. Is that correct?"

Karen nodded. During that time, the Princess had put on her catsuit over her chastity belt and bra and was smoothing out the wrinkles, although the steel devices were creating interesting bumps. She picked up a black corset and began to wrap it around her waist.

"And my guess is that you are also eager to wear the armor, right?" she continued. "Go on, search your feelings."

Karen thought for a moment. What the hell was going on? Why those questions? What was she doing there? And to be honest... she was eager to wear the armor. It looked good. It looked... Why does she feels it looked good?

"And don't tell me it's just the look. It's more than that, right?" she continued, her voice becoming softer, almost sultry. "Go on, search your feeling, Karen. I noticed the little tremors when I cuffed you. I notice how your breathing trembled after I gagged you. Yeah, I know the feeling. Why do you think I... torture myself in ballet boots and corsets and stuff? No, it's not for decorum. The right decorum would be for me to wear expensive gowns, not catsuits, corsets and ballet boots."

Karen's mind was turning at full speed. What the heck was going on there? What was happening? What was the meaning of all of this. What did the Princess wanted of her.

"So, why are you here? Because I need a personal assistant. I can't go around impaired and perform my tasks. I need someone to help me."

Oh, that's it, thought Karen. I would be her assistant. No latex catsuit, no armor, no fighting.

"But it means that you will be more than my personal assistant. You will also be my personal guard. No worries, in turn, you will learn to ride a horse, it's not that difficult although... but you'll see that later. I have no need for your archer skills. Your fighting skills? Yes... and your liking of restraints."

By this time, she had mostly closed her corset. She walked to Karen.

"I will remove the cuffs and the gag. I order you to stay silent. For now. Understood?"

Karen nodded and the Princess removed the items.

"Now, help me close that corset." she said, putting her hands on her already tiny waist and expelling all of her breath.

Karen took the lacing, applied her knee on her back and pulled, again and again, until the corset was fully closed, knotting the lacing.

Princess Sandra turned around smiling, rubbing her hands up and down of her incredibly hourglass-like waist.

"I bet you'd like to wear one too, right?"

Karen didn't know what to answer.

"Of course you will..." there was a knock on the door. "Oh, that would be the seamstress and the black smith." she said. Then seeing the interrogation point on Karen's face she added: "To take your measurements for your catsuit, corset and armor. You will wear latex, corset and a custom made armor which will be identical in appearance to the Princess guards, but slightly differently built and assembled. I'm sure you'll like it."

Karen was stunned. What the heck was all that?

"I have to go now, to meet the finalists for their final test this afternoon. Once the seamstress and the black-smith are done with their measurements, just retreat in that room, over there," said the Princess, pointing to a door Karen hadn't noticed, "and wait for my return. That's all," she said, leaving Karen behind with lots and lots of questions.

Karen stood there, obeying the commands of the black smith and the seamstress to get out of her chain-mail suit, leaving her with underwear, then to raise her arm, spread her legs, suck her stomach, etc, as they took measurements. She never had her body mensuration taken before but she wondered if it was normal that the rope used to take said measurements were drawn this tight, especially around her waist.

After about an hour of that, she retreated to the room indicated by the Princess, holding her chain-mail suit in her hands. She expected to enter a cosy, richly furnished room, but when she opened the door, she stopped.

"Is that for real?" she mumbled as she carefully entered the room, even looking behind the door just to see if there wasn't someone else or something else behind it.

Carefully, she walked forward, looking all around her.

"What is this? A torture chamber?"

There were chains and shackles hanging from the walls, wooden X frames with steel rings everywhere, what she recognized as a stretching table, a cage was suspended about 1m off the floor, and that cage was barely enough to hold one person standing up. There was a bondage stock, more chains hanging from the ceiling, others on the floor, large steel rings and a chair that could have been an old King's chair but had been outfitted with lots of leather straps.

There was only one thing that could be interpreted as a bed: a narrow table covered with soft rubber, but also covered with leather straps. A quick look told her that it roughly had the shape of a human body, arms by the side and legs slightly apart so that if someone was lying down on it, it could be restrained from everywhere!

She approached the X frame, raising her hand to touch the steel ring. She turned her back at it and took place, spreading her legs and raising her arms, imagining she would be tied to it.

She then noticed something white and dirty on the bondage stock. She got a closer look and she immediately recognised it: it was her catsuit. it has been cleaned and apparently repaired where she was injured. Was it there for her to put it on? Well, she could always put back that chain-mail suit on or... She let the chain-mail suit drop on the floor and a few minutes later, she was inside her beloved latex catsuit.

She looked around, feeling out of place, then again, not exactly.

It felt weird. She wasn't afraid. Well, maybe she was. Those devices were created to induce fear, but somehow, that fear made her all warm. It was like she wanted to try it but she was scared to do it. She walked to the chair and sat on it, putting her arms in the middle of the numerous leather straps. Her breath was shaking. She put her left hand on the armrest and used her right arm to tighten one strap over her wrist. She tested it. No way to get out of it. She fastened another strap over her lower arm and again, tested it, turning her arm, pulling on it.

She felt something inside her body, inside her brain, inside her... crotch. Something she never felt before.

"Why is this next to the Princess's chamber?" she asked herself.

"So I can use it."

Karen startled. The Princess was there, looking at her and smiling.

"Want me to fix you on it?" she said, approaching, gently placing Karen's right arm on the armrest and wrapping the leather strap around her wrist.

"I... I..." stuttered Karen. She had mixed feelings. Yes, she wanted to try it but... why would she need to be tied up? Was she a prisoner?

The Princess slowly and softly continued with fastening the straps, pulling them however very tightly, around her wrists, lower arm, upper arm, over her upper chest, waist, upper thighs, over the knee, below the knee and at her ankles, ending with a wide collar around her neck.

"How does it feel?" she asked, smiling.

"I... I can't move," was all Karen thought of saying.

"That's the purpose, isn't it?

"But... why?... If... If I may ask, Princess Sandra," she quickly added.

The Princess smiled.

"Because I like it. Oh, there's something missing," she said, going to a shelf and picking what Karen recognized as that gag thing. She put the rubber ball in her mouth and fastened it around Karen's head, muting her. She then crouched down on one knee, putting her hand on one of the thigh straps and playing with it.

"It's hard to tell how I know it but I have that feeling that you... like it," she said with a soft, almost sultry voice. "Like I do. I like to spend time tied up, restrained, but I need someone to... fix me. I need someone I can trust my life with. I also need someone who would keep its mouth shut. And I also need someone who can fight for me," she added with a wink.

Karen nodded since she couldn't speak, but she had a lot to say.

"I will spend time here, in one of those devices, and so will you. When I won't need you, you'll be here, but you're not allowed to be unrestrained. You will be restrained at all times." she said, looking at Karen's eyes.

"Oh, but I know, you have questions. If I am restrained, how will I be able to assist you, how will I be able to follow you, to be your personal assistant? And why the armor? You'll have the answer when the armor and the catsuit will be put on you," she said with a smile. A devilish smile.

"Are am her prisoner? you're asking yourself. Well, yes and no. You will stay here, restrained, until your armor is ready, which should take about two days. Once in the armor, you will still be my prisoner for one month, the time for you to... discover everything I want, and also for me to figure out what I expect of you. After that, I will give you a choice or staying or returning home."

She rose up and gave Karen a kiss on the forehead before adding one last leather strap around it, pinning her head down. She was unable to move.

"I'll be back with something for lunch. Enjoy yourself," she said, walking out. Karen heard the door close and she also heard the heavy locking mechanism engaging.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/6

Karen was overwhelmed. What the heck did she get herself into? What was happening? Was it real? She would be kept prisoner for one month?

She tried to move, to get out of that chair, but she couldn't. All she managed to do was make the leather straps creak. But... she liked the sound. Somehow, it was kind of soothing. She also liked how it felt to not being able to move. Oh, damn! What the heck was going on here? Why did she feel that way?

The more she fought her restraints the warmer she was becoming, the more pleasure her brain was feeling. That wasn't right. That wasn't... proper. But that was so good! Especially when she tried to move her hips. The feeling she got there was something new. Well, not exactly new. She had played with herself, in secret, in her room when her brother wasn't there, as they shared the same room. She even rubbed once or twice, a little piece of discarded rubber blob there and she found the sensation quite interesting and intense.

Was that normal? Would she be an outcast when she'll return home in one month? There was no way she would spend her life tied up.

But right now, it felt so... good. She wished her latex catsuit was tighter. Wait, what? Why? Sheesh! The thought of wearing her catsuit and being tied up made her hot.. was it what they called... horny? But... it felt too good. the more she struggled within the confine of her restraints, the more she heard the leather creak, the more she felt the tug of the straps all over her body, the warmer she became, the... hornier she became.

She was getting tired of struggling and she calmed down, but the feeling, that pleasure, didn't die with it. But her brain did eventually and she found sleep. A weird sleep. Half awake, half asleep, dreaming. She saw herself on the stretch rack. She saw herself tied up on some kind of rolling device, being pulled by a horse, following the Princess around, to be available as her servant.

She saw prisoners being carried in the cage cart, but they were wearing latex suits and were chained to devices instead of simply being stuffed inside the cage.

She saw herself tied to a cross, in the middle of a public place. She even felt a hand touch her on the thigh and suddenly, her gag was released.

She opened her eyes. Princess Sandra was there, looking at her smiling.

"I like your choice," she said, sliding her latex coated fingers over Karen's latex coated arm. Better than the chain mail suit." she said with a wink. "I was hoping you would chose that one," she added with a smile. "So, I got you something to eat," she said, putting a plate with a piece of bread and some broth over the straps of her thighs and knees.

Slowly, almost sensually, the Princess ripped a piece of bread, soaked in into the thick broth and put it at Karen's mouth. She took it, chewing on it before swallowing it, feeling the tight neck collar and the head strap holding her stiff. Somehow, it felt good.

Princess Sandra took another piece of bread and broth and put it again into Karen's mouth, pushing it with her fingers. Her latex coated fingers. Karen licked them. She liked how it felt. She liked how it tasted as the fingers played inside her mouth, wrapped around her tongue and even went a little deeper. She moaned, which made the Princess smile.

The Princess fed Karen then put the gag back, although she protested with a few grunts.

"Shhht. Don't talk. Just... discover and enjoy," said the Princess with a wink. "I have something for you. It isn't much but I'm sure you will like it."

Since Karen haven't noticed when she arrived, she never saw what she brought. She took what looked like a 40cm stick of soft rubber, starting about 2cm in diameter and quickly enlarging to reach 10cm at the other end. The Princess gently put it under Karen's crotch, pushing the pointy end under it, between her crotch and the seat of the chair, pushing it deeper and deeper until she couldn't get further in.

Karen couldn't move away from it, being held in place by the waist strap as well as by the thighs straps. That rubber stick put pressure on her crotch. It was a disturbing pressure.

"I'll let you discover what it can do, and you'll discover it better this way," she said, adding a rubber blindfold over her eyes.

Karen didn't move. She was afraid. She was shy. She heard the door being closed and the lock engaged.

It wasn't long before she began to struggle, but that thing between her legs was... disturbing. She liked it. No, she didn't. She couldn't like it. What was going on with her? She must not move... but it felt so good. Oh, just once... Oh, just another once... No... don't move... okay, but just this third, fourth, fourteenth... whatever time. She would stop right after that one. Oh, but it was so good... No stop. Oh, what the heck, just one mooooooooore!

Her body stiffened. Her arms and legs fought the restraints, increasing whatever she was feeling inside her crotch. Now, her whole body was feeling it too, her brain, her mouth chewing on that rubber ball. Her body was stiff but her hips were still moving, ever so slightly, feeling that strange thing between her legs. She moaned, she yelled, she tried to throw her head side to side but the restraints only increased the feeling, the... orgasm!

That's it! She was orgasming. For the first time in her life, she knew what an orgasm felt like. Oh... that was so good. And she wanted more. But not now. Right now, she wanted to rest. And hope she would get another one before she gets released.

The door was unlocked and opened with a loud and macabre creaking of its hinges. The room was dimly lit by a few candles.

"Oh my gosh! Karen? Are you alright?" asked Princess Sandra, rushing to get to Karen, tied up in the bondage chair, apparently unconscious.

The Princess quickly removed the blindfold, the gag and began to remove the numerous straps holding Karen still. When she pulled the rubber rod from her crotch, it made her moaned a little, coming back to reality.

"What... What happened?" asked the Princess Sandra.

"I'm not sure," she said, blinking hard, trying to adjust, to see, to figure out who this person in a red rubber mask was. Then reality slowly creep back on her. "Tell me. Is this... strange feeling in my private parts and this... how to describe it... sensation... Was that... Was that an... orgasm?" she asked, saying the word from the tip of her lips as if it was a forbidden word.

The princess looked stunned for a moment and began to giggle.

"Oh my gosh... I never thought of that. This was your first orgasm?"

Karen looked at her, her brain still in some fog.

"Ah... then it was the first... The second... The third... and... I don't know, I stopped counting."

"Oh! That's so wonderful" exclaimed Princess Sandra, wrapping her arms around Karen's neck and lifting her off the chair in a very tight hug.

Of course, by doing so, she lost balance on her extreme heels and collapsed on the ground, her legs entangled with Karen's, her chastity belt hitting the floor hard. She made wide eyes.

"Oooo. That was not... good." she said, hands at her crotch, feeling the belt under her red latex catsuit.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Karen, quickly getting back up. "Did I hurt you, Princess?"

"No. It's okay. It's just the chastity belt that... well... it's just that I have... things inside."

"Things, Princess? Like... critters?"

"Ew! No, not critters. Things, you know... like... men things... You do know how sex works, right?"

"Oh, yes, Princess. You have... Penises there?" asked Karen, eyes wide. This was getting creepy and very odd.

"Not exactly," quickly answered the Princess, getting back up on her feet. "I made them from rubber. I call it a... dildo."

"Dildo?" asked Karen, puzzled by the strange and funny sounding word.

"Yes. I heard that word on the lake the other day, when my father told me to put the dildo of the oar in the hole of the boat. That was the pin that held the oar for rowing. Well, pin, hole... Dildo*," she said with a small giggle. (*one theory of the word, according to Wikipedia...)

"Ah, I see." said Karen, perplexed.

"You want to try some? I have... new ones I haven't tried yes. You could tell me if they're fun."

"I... Euh... Oh... I... I don't know, Princess if I should," said Karen, blushing.

"Well, I'm asking you. Better yet, I demand that you put them on," she said, going back to her bedroom to come back shortly after with not one but two of those dildos. She handed them to Karen.

"Gheesh. They're heavy."

"Yes," said the Princess. "Something I had the idea of. I asked the blacksmith to make a tube with a ball inside, held between two springs," she said, picking one and shaking it softly. Karen could hear something inside them.

She shook the one she had in her hand and she could feel something heavy move and knock on each end.

"And you want me to... put them inside me?"

"Yes," said the Princess, smiling, "and you will tell me if they're good or not."

"I... I'll have to take my catsuit off first."

"Yes, of course. Here, let me help you."

Princess Sandra helped Karen pull her catsuit off to her legs then helped her understand how to put those devices inside her, using fat to help them go in. Karen moaned a few times as they were getting inserted. then Princess Sandra helped pulled the catsuit back on. Karen blushed since her suit was not perfectly cut and was already pulling hard on her crotch. Now, it was pushing those dildos even deeper.

"How does it feel?" asked the Princess.

"Weird," said Karen, hands at her crotch.

"Oh no. You shouldn't play with it. Here, let me help you," she said, picking a set of heavy steel shackles and cuffing Karen's hand in her back.

Karen was shocked by what she was doing.

"Oh, ever wear high heels?" she asked.

"Uh... my boots have a 4cm heel, but I know it's part of the guard's uniform, right?"

"Yes, only 10cm, tho, and it will be part of your uniform too. Better practice now, then." she said, going again to her bedroom and coming back with red and black leather boots.

She asked Karen to sit to put the boots on. She did on the bondage chair. She yelped a little as she sat down, her suit pulling deeper on the dildos and the weight of her body on the chair, pushing them tighter. And foremost, the steel balls moving in them, like critters giving her little kicks.

The Princess took the boots and undid three straps holding them closed. They were knee high with the leg made out of fine red suede leather while the foot was made out of black leather. The heel wasn't very high, maybe 8cm, but it was higher than she ever wore before.

"And they fit perfectly," said the Princess, fastening the first boot on. "These were made by the King's shoe maker from the finest leather. They were early prototypes for my guards. Okay, stand up. how do they feel?"

"Feels strange," said Karen, getting accustomed to her new height.

"You'll get used to them. Look at me, I'm walking on my tip toes!" she said, giggling, turning around, stopping, bending one leg, to show her boots.

"Yes, Princess Sandra. That is very impressive," genuinely said Karen.

"Okay, I have some events to attend but for as long as you do not have your uniform, you're not to be seen, so you'll stay here for the time being."

"Uh... Okay. If you say so, Princess," said Karen, a little disappointed. She would have loved to see the castle.

"Okay. Stay put and if someone knocks on the door, don't say anything or open the door. Understood?"

"Yes, Princess Sandra." said Karen with a firm, affirmative tone.

"Good," said the Princess, walking out and closing the door. Karen heard the lock being worked, locking her in. Then, less than 10 seconds later, the door was unlocked and the Princess walked back in.

"Better to be safe than sorry," she said, picking a heavy steel collar and locking it around Karen's neck, having her walk backward to the middle of the room where she locked the collar to a hanging chain. She walked to the bondage chair, retrieved the ballgag and applied it. Karen tried to protest but, this was the Princess. She had all the rights.

She was left alone again, hearing the door being locked. She looked around and began to walk a little. Yes, that moved the steel balls inside those dildo things. It wasn't a bad feeling. Actually she sort of liked it. They were large but their constant pressure made them pleasurable, and the steel balls knocking was sending disturbing sensations.

She quickly reached the end of her neck chain, and again, that pull generated something weird in her mind, as she liked it. The same thing when she tried to reach her crotch from behind with her cuffed hands. Same thing when she was chewing on her ballgag. The restriction thing made her hot. Was that what they meant by being turned on?

The more she walked, the more she liked the high heels. the more she liked the dildos. And the more she liked her restraints.

But she quickly tired standing up on those new high heels boots. Sit down? Nope. She could reach nothing to sit down, unless on the floor.

She tried and quickly discovered that kneeling, sitting on her heels was the lowest the chain allowed her to go. But that also put her in a position that stimulated her toys.

She raised her buns from her heels about three cm to place herself more comfortable, then back down. She bit her ballgag as she closed her eyes.

"Oh damn..." she thought.

She raised her buns... lowers them. Raises, lower. Raises, lower. In no time, she was moaning, heavily. Good thing she was gagged, she would have alerted the whole castle. With each up and down movements, she could feel the steel ball knock on top, at the bottom, top, bottom, top... sheesh!

That was soooo good! Oh, darn! Oh damn! Oh fuck!

Up, down, up, down, up, down. Her whole body was engulfed it strong convulsions. Her upper body leaned forward, quickly reaching the end of the neck chain, slightly strangling her. Damn, it seemed to increase the pleasure. Her hips were twisting, her neck was tugging on her chain. What was that? What was happening. She should stop. But no, this was so good. SO FUCKING GOOD!

She jumped her butt very quickly on her heels and threw her head backward, an out-of-this-world sound coming out of her gagged mouth and she slowly brought herself to a stop, panting, her heard racing, her brain floating on some sort of cloud. This felt out of this world. Was this paradise? It sure felt like heaven.

Eyes closed, she tried to calm down, but as soon as she was moving, the toys awakened her desires. Those toys Princess Sandra designed were both a blessing and a curse at the same time.

She wondered how much time had elapsed and how long until the Princess would come and free her. Free her. Odd thing to thing that she felt good restrained.

The room was lit by a chandelier above a large wooden table. Around it, six women were sitting. Four were in full shiny red and gold armour suits, except for their heads that were uncovered, while two were wearing chain mail suits. They were clearly enjoying their feast.

"I haven't ate that much in years" said Tabatha.

"Fill yourself while you can because once you'll be in your suit, you won't eat that much," said Cristiane.

"Why is it so?" asked Eloise, licking the bone of a turkey's thigh.

"Because those suits are so tight that you won't be able to stuff yourself like that," said Atheena, the guard's chief, tapping on her steel coated stomach.

"Oh, don't worry," said Tabatha. "When they took my measurements, they asked if I wanted a normal, tight or loose fit. I said loose. I'll be alright."

Guinevere giggled.

"Yeah, right," she said, "as if it makes a difference."

"What do you mean?" asked Eloise.

"Well, we believe that they make ALL the suits on the tight side of the measurements," said Margaret.

"Oh, and really tight," added Atheena, "but honestly, I like it better that way. And believe me, you'll like it here and..."

The door suddenly opened. All guards turned to look and they all startled, quickly jumping at attention on their feet.

"Princess Sandra!" said Atheena. "It's an honour to have you at our table."

"At ease, ladies," said the Princess, her red latex short dress squishing around. She entered and made one side step to let someone behind her get forward. "Let me present you my new personal assistant. Her name is Karen and she'll be sharing meals with you most of the times."

All the guards, especially Atheena looked surprised.

"A personal assistant, Princess?" she asked.

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"Yes. Something I always wanted to try. Get to know each other. After all, you'll all be working together," said the Princess before walking back out, closing the door.

Karen stood there for a moment, clad in her makeshift white latex catsuit and the high heels boots provided by the Princess.

"Oh, hi, Karen. Here, sit here." said Tabatha, pulling the chair next to her.

"Hello..." said Karen, a little shy, while taking a seat, repressing a little yelp when the dildos hit the seat. She was hungry as hell and was eager to dig into the feast that laid in front of her.

"A personal assistant, right? What do you do, exactly?" asked Margaret, frowning. "Help her dress up or something?"

"To be honest, I... I'm not exactly sure what I'll do. I think Princess Sandra hadn't figure it out herself," she said, giggling while taking a bite.

"And... what are your skills?" asked Guinevere.

"And what is this... suit you're wearing? Looks like a sap harvester would make," said Cristiane, laughing.

"Well..." said Karen, a little taken aback by the apparent hatred, "I AM a sap harvester and I made it. I'm quite proud of it, to be honest." she said, rubbing her latex encased arm.

"Yeah, right. So, not good at much." added Cristiane.

"Oh no! You should see her sword fighting skills. She beat all of us in the selection process," said Tabatha.

"And she was hard to beat at hand-to-hand combat." added Eloise.

"Yeah, right," said Guinevere. "I bet she..."

"Woah, wait!" cut in Atheena. "Karen? The sap harvester? The one who threw Captain Lancelin off his horse?"

Karen made a small acknowledging gesture of the head, blushing, looking down at her plate, eating another mouthful.

"yeah, right" said Cristiane, "we heard about it. But... but... didn't you also stroke down Higgs in front of the King. Is that story really true?"

"Y... Yeah... I bet he went easy on me."

"Holly smokes!" said Margaret. "That's not what we heard."

Atheena stood up, took her sword and lifted it straight in the air, at 45 degrees, toward Karen. Immediately, the three other guards in armours did the same.

"All hail to Karen," said Atheena. "You truly deserve to be among us. One team!"

Tabatha and Eloise quickly got up on their feet and did the same gesture with their forks, since they didn't have any sword yet.

"One team!!" they all said in one voice.

Karen quickly stood up, not knowing what to make of that.

"T... Thank you... Err... One team..." she said, blushing as they all sat back.

"How the hell were you NOT selected as a guard, then?" asked Cristiane.

"Oh... I kind of suck at throwing arrows, and my skills at riding horses are not the best."

"Oh, I get it. After all you're just a sap harvester." said Margaret.

"Oh, cut it out, Margaret," said Atheena. "Sap harvester or not, she has some serious skills and I believe now that this... personal assistant thing is to hide the fact that she will be the Princess personal bodyguard or something."

"Are you gonna get an armor or something?" asked Tabatha.

"Yes, they took my measurements this morning. Princess Sandra said that I would have a special suit to differentiate from, well... you."

"But, why would she need a... personal bodyguard or something?" asked Guinevere, quoting Atheena.

"Oh, you haven't heard?" asked Tabatha. "You know the King is liked but not by everybody and there are words at the outskirts of the Kingdom that they would abduct the Princess, and even kill her to have King Peter give up his throne."

"Oh, shit!" said Cristiane. "Did you know about this?" she asked Atheena.

"Yes, I was brief about it. Apparently Count Gilow said something of that nature.

"Count Gilow?" asked Margaret, giggling. "You're not serious? That excuse of a human being couldn't scare a fly! That's a joke, right?"

"That's why I haven't shared the information with you girls. It doesn't seem serious. But orders are orders and if Princess Sandra wants a personal bodyguard, good for her and it seems by what I heard, that Karen is the perfect choice. No need for archery skills for that. However, sword fighting and hand to hand combat is a must. Again, welcome to the group," said Atheena, raising her wine glass, joined by everyone else, including Karen, "waiting in anticipation to train my fighting skills with you."

After her copious meal, Karen went back to the device room, the name she had given to the room with all the bondage devices, next to Princess Sandra's bedroom, and waited. So far, the Princess hasn't shown her her own bedroom.

She sat in the bondage chair, the only chair of the room. She put her arms on the armrests, even wrapping one of the leather straps around her left wrist, 'just to feel it'. She pulled on it, feeling the restraining force, hearing the leather creaking. She freed her arm and fastened the collar restraint, pulling it tight. No, tighter, before putting her arm back in the wrist strap and fastening it very tightly, feeling the restraints, feeling the restriction. She was slowly moving her butt on the hard wood of the chair, feeling the dildos, fantasising about what could happened, when the door opened and the Princess walked in.

Karen immediately tried to get to her feet, forgetting that she had her left arm and her neck tied, which made her sit back just as quick, hurrying to unfastened the straps and getting back up. The Princess was simply smiling.

"So... I guess you would like to know where you're going to sleep, right?" asked the Princess.

"Yes, I do, Princess. I don't think that this," she said, making a wide gesture at the room, "would be my bedroom."

"No, it's not, but there had been some misunderstanding between me, my father and the carpenter so, it's not ready yet."

"Oh. I see. Well, I can go in the guards training area and take the same room I had." suggested Karen.

"That would be a solution but the area has been filled with a new selection of candidate for the army. Well, you could sleep... on this? Looks comfy." said the Princess, walking to the bondage table and tapping on it.

"Uh... I believe it could do," said Karen, looking at the nicely latex covered table with rings all around it, and also the numerous straps laid out in the shape of a body. "It couldn't be worst than my hay mattress at home."

"Good, so be it." said the Princess, "but sleeping here is wrong. Take your end, we'll being it in my bedroom."

"You... You want me to share your bedroom, Princess?" asked Karen, stunned.

"Yes, why not? You're my personal assistant, after all," she said, with a wink.

A little puzzled, Karen helped the Princess move the table to her bedroom.

"Is it true that I will be more a... personal bodyguard than an assistant?" risked asking Karen as they were moving the heavy table.

"It is in the realms of a possibilities," simply said the Princess. "Here, put it down. Perfect." she said, setting up not far from her bed, between it and the window.

"Well, time to go to bed, now. Here' take this blanket," said Princess Sandra, taking place in her own bed, still fully clad in her red latex catsuit and her ballet heels.

"You sleep like that, Princess?" asked Karen, puzzled.

"But of course. How else should I dress to go to bed?" she said, opening her bed sheets to reveal that, under the satin-looking comforter, the bed sheets were red latex.

Karen awkwardly took place on the bondage bed, still in her own latex catsuit and high heel boots, and still wearing the plugs. She bit her lips, repressing a moan, as she pulled the blanket over her and tried to get some sleep, trying to find a comfortable position amidst the leather straps, feeling her toys, as the Princess blew up the candles. The only light entering the room was that of the almost full moon, through the window.

Sleep was hard to find. Oh, she had slept in her latex catsuit before, but not while wearing high heel boots and not laying on a soft but still latex bed, and especially now while wearing strange toys, in a princess bedroom. There was suddenly some shadow hovering over her. She thought at first it was clouds passing in front of the Moon but it felt strange. She blinked a few timed only to realise that it was Princess Sandra, standing there, her latex catsuit reflecting the moonlight.

"Princess?" asked Karen, sleepy.

"Do you know that you snore quite loudly?"

"Oh. I'm sorry, Princess. Perhaps I should go sleep in the device room," suggested Karen.

"No need. I have the solution here," she said, producing the ball gag.

"Oh... If the Princess say so..." mumbled Karen as the Princess tightened the ballgag around her head.

"There. Good night, Karen."

"Gnna ghhitt frpggnssss."

Princess Sandra giggled and walked back to her bed.

Some time later, Karen was awakened again from a shadow passing on her.

"Princess?" she asked, puzzled.

"You took off your ballgag?"

"What... oh... I... I haven't realise, Princess. I must have taken it off while sleeping. This is not really comfortable." said Karen, ashamed that she had apparently taken it off without realising it. "Again, I might be better off in the device room," she suggested.

"No. I have it covered," said the Princess, producing a set of steel shackles. "Hands in your back" she ordered.

Karen complied. She had mixed feelings. This was odd but arousing at the same time. The princess locked the shackles on then put the gag back, tightening it even tighter, forcing the large ball deep into her mouth, before heading back to her bed.

Karen rolled and rolled, trying to find a comfortable position.

"No. I can't let you sleep like that, too dangerous" she heard the Princess say before getting up. She threw off Karen's blanket and removed the steel cuffs from her wrists.

"Take place," she said, showing the array of leather straps.

Breath shaking, Karen took place, opening her legs slightly apart, arms on her sides as the Princess began to fastened the heavy leather straps: ankles, below and over the knees, upper thighs, hips, waist, below her breasts, over her breasts, neck, shoulders, upper arm, below the elbows and at the wrists.

Karen squirmed in the little play she had as the Princess didn't drew them too tight. It was actually comfortable, and for some reason, she liked it. The little wiggling room taking away the feeling that she was restrained.

Princess Sandra took a few steps back and looked at her squirm.

"Nah. That's not right," she said, approaching the bondage table and undoing the right ankle strap and tightening it with all her strength.

She re-did all the straps, pulling them as tightly as she could. Karen began to shake again. It was a strange feeling tub each tightened strap increase the amount of that strange pleasure she was experiencing. Deep inside, she wanted them that tight, perhaps even tighter! What the heck was going on in her head?

When she got to the thighs and hip straps, Karen moaned as she felt the dildos move.

She did the rest of the straps, drawing the waist one very tightly, and the chest ones were actually impairing with her breathing. As for the neck one, she had trouble swallowing.

The Princess then left the room to come back a moment later with a leather strap. She set to work between Karen's legs, passing the strap through a ring located on the bed right at her crotch, then feeding the strap under the waist belt, pulling back toward her crotch, meeting with the buckle. She then pulled on it, which pushed against her crotch, pushing the toys in.

Karen moaned. Loudly!

"Yeah, that would keep you from snoring," she said with a wink, before pulling the blanket back over Karen's tied up body and going back to her own bed.

Karen was sure she heard her giggle. Apparently, the Princess was having fun restraining her personal assistant. She had mixed feelings about it. It was weird but at the same time, she liked feeling the restraints and she had a kick at trying to move and not being able to do so at all! Her only movements were her feet, her hands and her head. The rest was totally immobile and if she tried to move her hips... Oh damn!

"What is wrong with me?" she asked herself.

It felt so strange. She sort of liked it. But how come? That was so weird. And especially weird she missed. This should be uncomfortable, even a torture at some point but... she liked it. Could it be real? Was there something in the wine she drank at dinner?

Somehow, someway, she found sleep, but it was filled with strange dreams and pleasure.

She blinked a few times when she felt the neck strap being loosened.

"Oh, finally, you're awake. You were sleeping hard and you were squirming a lot. Well, your hands and feet were. I don't know what you were dreaming of but... looked like fun." said the Princess, smiling, loosening the numerous straps.

"T... Thank you, Princess," she said after the gag was removed.

"It's okay, Karen. Now go go the Guard's dining room and have a nice breakfast. Then come back here but stop by the... device room, like you call it... I like that name, we'll keep it. So, go by the device room , I'll have something for you.."

Karen's eyes opened wide.

"Uh... Oh, yes, Princess Sandra. Thank you." she said, leaving the bedroom, puzzled and horny at the same time.

Over the breakfast, Karen learned of the Princess Day's agenda, to which she was not involved as well as the two recruits. Anyway, those events seemed pretty mundane, meeting a group of people here, going to a village there. The guards seemed to take it much more seriously, having to scout the perimeter to insure the Princess security.

After her meal, she passed by the device room. She was alone but she noticed steel shackles on the bondage table. A lot of them, including a chastity belt? The door opened and Karen stood to attention.

"Ah, you're already there. Perfect. You still have the toys on? Good. Put the chastity belt on now," ordered the Princess.

She was still wearing her full red latex catsuit. She had added a black latex skirt, a wide golden steel belt as well as golden steel cuffs. Karen noticed a small bump below the wide golden steel belt. She understood that she was still wearing her chastity belt.

"But why?" asked Karen.

"I'm starting to think that you like being gagged. You keep talking," she said, not answering Karen's question and fastening the ballgag very tightly while Karen was struggling with the chastity belt.

"Don't tell me: the belt is too small," she said with a smile. "Luckily, I thought of that. Take it off." she commanded.

Karen complied and her eyes widened when she saw the black leather corset. The Princess was quick to wrap the garment around Karen's waist and began the tightlacing, getting it tighter and tighter. And tighter!

"It's not right for your body but it should do for the belt," said the Princess, yanking hard on the lacing. Karen felt her stomach being crushed more and more. She was breathing in short gasps, her hands on each side of her waist, feeling the rigid garment becoming tighter.

The Princess tried the belt but it was still too short.

"Three centimetres to go," said `putting her knee against Karen's back.

Eyes wide, she was feeling her waist being crushed and, somehow, this increased the feeling of the toys inside her, as if they had become bigger in the process. Another try of the chastity belt and the Princess was satisfied, locking the steel garment in place.

Next were the cuffs: ankles and over the knees, elbows and wrists as well as the collar.

"Okay, lay down," she said, tapping on a bondage table, different than the one in the bedroom. This one didn't had series of straps fastened to the top. Instead, the whole edges were covered in steel rings.

Karen was afraid and eager at the same time. Why did she needed to be tied up and why was she anticipating it with delight? The Princess linked her ankles on each corner of the table then went to Karen's head, grabbing it by the sides and pulling on it as hard as she could to drag her up, tighten the legs restraints in the process. She linked two chains between each side rings of the collar to the corner of the table and pulled them as tight as she could.

Karen could barely move by that time. Yes, she could flap her arms but for what use?. The Princess then linked the upper arm cuffs and the wrist cuffs to the side of the bed. She added a chain between the knee cuffs then linked the exterior ring to the table. She took more chains and linked the rings on the sides of the chastity belt to the side of the table.

She was almost immobile in her bondage. Eyes closed, she was enjoying it. Then the blindfold was added and the Princess seemed to adjust something to her chastity belt.

"I'm off for some Kingdom related business with my father. Have fun."

She heard the clicking of the ballet heels and the shuffling of the latex skirt fade away in the distance. She tried to relax.

"See you at dinner time!"

She heard the door being closed and locked. Her eyes widened under her blindfold.

"Wait. Did she say dinner? But... but... it's sunrise!"

She immediately tried to argue, to get free, only to discover how restrained she was,which made her hot and horny. Somehow, struggling against the chastity belt was moving the toys in and out as if... as if something was linking the belt to the bed.

She used all her strength to pull her body upward. Yes, she felt something pulling the belt down and the pressure at her crotch release, and when she let go, the pressure increased.

It was not a lot but it was enough. Enough to...

Pull. Push. Pull. Push. She had so little play to use that it was exhausting but so arousing, so wonderful. She liked the feeling. was that torture? In a sense it was because she couldn't trigger an orgasm. It would only arouse her, keep her on the edge. Yes, it was torture but a pleasure torture. Can someone be tortured with pleasure? Or derive pleasure at being tortured?

Her limbs were aching. The collar was pulling hard on her neck, almost strangling her, which seemed to arouse her even more! What the hell?

The more she squirmed, the she fought her restraints, the more pleasure she got. Yes, she liked that, whatever that was. Princess Sandra was weird but she knew something Karen didn't know. Until now.

The sun was now fully shining through the window, hitting her, hitting her suit, warming it. She could feel sweat build up between her suit and her skin. That too she... liked it. So much discoveries in such a short time. But enough thinking. More teasing, more struggles. Yes, she liked that. A lot!

She had no real way of telling what time it was. She was drifting on and off being conscious and, was it sleeping? Dreaming? Drifting into some strange alternate world?

She thought she heard the door open. It was probably just in her head, just another dream. All she was sure of was the sun casting less hardly on her, as if it had passed the window.

"So, my little personal assistant, how has been your day?" asked Princess Sandra, approaching the squirming latex female form on the bondage table.

Karen squirmed as hard as she could. She wanted out. No, she didn't wanted out, she wanted that pleasure wave, that orgasm to release. She was fed up with the teasing, she wanted to taste the real thing.

"How did you find my little dev... oh, something wrong, here. No... Don't tell me... Did you have a pleasure? An orgasm?" asked the Princess, getting closer to Karen's head.

She nodded "NO" in no arguably manner.

"Oh my... See, this thing here is supposed to hang on the spring... like that." she said, releasing a heavy ball that somewhat got stuck in her setup, letting it down, hopping up and down on a spring, creating a wider back and fort movement of the steel rod linking the device to the chastity belt.

Immediately, Karen felt a change in her toys. They were getting in and out a lot more. She quickly began to push and pull again, inducing more spring action on the device, creating more movement of the belt.

Suddenly, Princess Sandra smiled as Karen's body tensed up, pulling as hard as she could on her restraints, feeling them, enjoying them. She made a few steps back, enjoying the view from a distance, gently biting her lower lip, thinking, hoping for a moment, that it was she who was there, secured, unable to escape and teased to orgasm.

The orgasm exploded everywhere! Many hours of teasing were releasing all at once. From the tip of her toes to the tip of her hair. Every cell of her body felt it, felt the orgasm, felt the indescribable pleasure wave triggered by the device. Her mind went blank, and pink, and violet and red and... whatever that color was. She was screaming, chewing hard on her gag, her head jerking right and left, overwhelmed by the pleasure felt. Then, slowly, the pleasure wave faded, although the toys, locked in the momentum of the balancing weight, were still wrecking havoc. Her head rested, her heartbeat ran down to a more natural beating, her limbs relaxed and she fell asleep from exhaustion, smiling. The weight had stop moving and the dildos no longer had any effect on her.

Damn, that has been good!

It was the beginning of a new day. Karen had spent the night well secured on the bondage table again. After Princess Sandra had freed her, she had been instructed to wait in the device room, that someone would be with her shortly with her new uniform. She was pacing nervously. Finally, having her own, made to measure, perfect latex catsuit was a dream come true.

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened. Two women entered, wearing white and red rubber outfit. A white catsuit and over it, some sort of red apron. The two women looked quite a lot like each other.

"Hello, we're Annie and Annah. We are the medical assistants for the Kingdom. We're here for your new latex catsuit," they said in a single voice.

Karen raised an eyebrow. This was weird.

"Are you Karen?" asked Annah?

"Yes," she answered, giggling. Who else could she be? She was the only one in the room."

"Perfect. Let us help you take that suit off," said Annie, grabbing Karen's suit neck and pulling hard on it down. Immediately, Annah grabbed one arm and in a time so short that Karen could hardly figure it out, she was out, naked.

"Perfect. Now..." said Annie, turning the new latex catsuit inside out, "this is the idea of Princess Sandra. You will be the... test subject."

"Yes the test subject," said Annah, "we designed it so we will help you install it and use it."

"We will," completed Annie.

"The... what is that?"

"That's a new version of the toys Princess Sandra created, but those are to be worn for a longer period of time because..." began Annie.

"... we added tubes to... clean yourself," completed Annah.

"Clean?" asked Karen, puzzled.

"Yes, see, this tube here will go where you pee. When you will need to pee, all you have to do is press here, which will open the tube going through the toy," explained Annie.

"And for this one, we will inject water through here and the... waist will come out of this one."

"We call this procedure An Emma." said Annie.

"An Emma?" asked Karen, more puzzled

"Yeah," said Annah, "Emma was an old witch that acted as a governess for King Peter's father. She was pissing off everybody, and was a real pain in the behind, so when, you know... the bowels calls, we call that having an Emma..."

"So we named our thing Enemma*," concluded Annie.

(*Note: don't ask where I got that idea... I had a cold and was taking cold medicine like it was M&Ms...)

They fed the catsuit over Karen's legs. It was the first time she had to deal with attached socks. That was weird. Both nurses pulled hard to have the suit go up.

"This is really tight," said Annie.

"Yes, and thicker than we normally have," added Annah.

"This is really a one of a kind," said Annie

"Yes, quite unique, but Princess Sandra asked for it, so we did it." added Annah.

When the suit reached her crotch, Annie took the front and Annah took the back and they both gently inserted the toys at the same time. Karen was panting heavily, repressing moans as the intruders, rather large per her experience, were getting fitted. The small tube going up her urethra was the weirdest of them all. After it was done, they continued pulling the suit up.

Karen could already feel how tight it was. She had nothing to compare but already, her legs felt compressed and now, it was squishing her hips and her waist, feeling like a corset. Annie and Hanna were struggling to stretch the neck opening to fit Karen's upper body and finally one arm into a sleeve.

And again, it was a tight fit. Karen had to push hard on her arm while Annie pulled on the latex to help feed it down to the molded glove. Then it was the other arm and the suit quickly tightened around her body, engulfing it. Karen was red in the face.

"This is so... different than what I expected," she said in two breathes, trying to get accustomed to her new outfit.

Bending her arms, bending her knees created some sort of spring effect, pulling them back straight. It was very tight but the cut was simply perfect. It wasn't pulling anywhere, both arms were equal. The feeling was the same everywhere. Tight. Very tight. She liked it a lot.

"Are we forgetting the hood, Annie?"

"Oh yes, we were forgetting the hood, Annah," she said, handing over another lump of heavy latex.

It was a tight fit, again, squishing her nose for the time it took to pull the tight collar down. Then the sisters carefully placed the large yoke of the hood under the catsuit, removing all the wrinkles.

Karen tried to move her head but it was stiff. She could do it but it required some effort.

"How do you feel?" asked the sisters at the same time.

"Weird. I never wore anything like that."

"And we never created anything like that either. Well, our job here is done, right Annie?"

"Yes, Annah. The fit looks simply perfect. The black-smith should be here to fit your armor. See you around, Karen.

"Yes, see you around, Karen," repeated Annah as they both walked out.

Karen shook her head a few times. It was like she had seen double. What the heck just happened?

She looked at her shiny arms and wonder at how tight that latex suit was. There wasn't a single wrinkle anywhere. She slowly slid her hands from her chest to her hips, feeling the smooth latex, its tightness and it's rigidity. Her hands reached her crotch because, yes she liked it. She liked the tightness feeling. She liked the restriction it was bringing and those toys? She had a hint of something when Annie put the crotch toy in. Just to make sure she jumped up and down a few times and immediately reached for her crotch. Yes, that spring and ball were there. That would be devilish. And she had now idea how devilish it would become.

She paced around in the device room, getting accustomed to her new suit, to its tightness, to its shine, to its smell, waiting for the black-smith. He came in almost half an hour later. In fact, the black smith was there with an assistant, both of them carrying a large wooden chest containing the armor pieces.

He asked Karen to sit down and he began with the boots. She smiled: those were the same boots worn by the Princess's guards, except they were purple. She was eager to wear those boots. They were a symbol, or rather part of the symbol of the Princess guards.

Then it was the calf part of the armor, which was linked to the boot. While the assistant maintained the two halves, front and back, together, the black smith used some sort of large pliers to fix some pin between the sections. He had a hard time because his tool would barely fit between the metal part and Karen's latex coated leg. He then added another pin to secure the calf part to the boots. All this time, he did not address Karen other than giving her instructions as how to place her leg or her body. He repeated the procedure for the right leg, then he went on with the thigh part, again linking it to the calf part with that tool.

The next piece was the arm where she could have a closer look at the pin and the tool. After he fastened the glove of the left arm to the arm section, she had to ask.

"I'm sorry to bother you, dear Sir but... How do I take the glove off with that thing you put on?"

"You don't," he grumbled.

"I'm sorry," giggled Karen, "I think I misunderstood. How do I take it off?"

The burly man raised his body to face Karen.

"You don't. It's the first time I'm fixing an armor like that. Those are rivets. You do not take that suit off unless you come to me and I chisel you out of it."

"What? But how?..."

"You will have to ask Princess Sandra for that. I'm only there to fix the armor to your body."

She was really puzzled. She would be... permanently wearing the armor? Well, she had pretty much planned to take it off as less as possible, like any guards did. That armor was a symbol. Taking it off was like a priest removing his cross. This was a statement but... why rivet it in place?

After the arms were secured it was time for the chest part. They put the two parts together, front and back and it was obvious they wouldn't fit, especially around the waist.

"I guess they're too small," nervously said Karen.

"Yes, that's what I told her but she ordered me to make them fit." grumbled the black smith.

The assistant came back with some rope. They wrapped it three times around Karen's waist and torso and, wrapping one loop around a piece of wood, twisted it, effectively tightening it. Karen went wide eyes as the rigid torso piece was forced on her body, crushing her breasts, crushing her waist like a corset. She had to suck it all in to help them install the dreadful rivets.

The torso piece also included a cod piece which was pushing hard against her crotch, against the toys. She was working hard to repress moaning.

Already, she could feel the weight of the armor on her leg, and also how tight and restrictive it was.

She felt compressed, her upper body rigid from the hips to the shoulder. Bending her arms or her legs proved difficult as the armor joints did not allow a full range of movement. She also realised that her suit was different than the guards, in the fact that she didn't had the skirt nor the shoulder or elbow pads.

The men riveted the torso part in place. They struggled, hardly finding place to slip the bottom part of the tool between the armor and the latex skin. She could hardly believe how tight it was. She could hardly believe how she would be able to perform anything, especially fighting to protect the Princess, impaired like that.

Eyes closed, as they were installing the last rivets, she embraced the feeling, the restriction, the tightness. Somehow, deep inside her, she liked it.

"If you could keep your head straight, I will now fit the helmet, miss." said the black smith.

"Is it... riveted too?" she asked, nervously.

"No, but it is locked. My orders are to put you in and lock it. Princess Sandra will take care of the rest.

Karen saw her world almost disappeared as that helmet was longer and tighter than the Princess Guards and also had a much narrower eye slit. Something hit her lips.

"You have to open your mouth."

"I whagghegghtt???" said Karen as a lump of hard rubber entered her mouth as the front piece was pushed tight against the back piece. She then heard padlocks being fastened, one on each side of her helmet.

The black smith and his assistant took a few steps back.

"You look wonderful. I don't know what you did to deserved to be locked in like that and it's none of my business. Have a good day, Miss." he said, leaving with his assistant, leaving Karen alone in the device room.

She was overwhelmed by the whole outfit: the tight latex which she could feel constantly, the heavy armor, now almost tighter than her latex catsuit, the rigidity and restriction it brought, the crushing corset-torso piece and now her narrow field of view, plus the gag. And let's not forget the toys.

Oh damn. She reached for her crotch but couldn't feel it, the cod piece blocking the way.

"I feel so horny," she said to herself.

She walked around the room, feeling her new outfit, getting accustomed to her new heels, her new armor, her new locked legs and torso and her new toys which were moving with each step, teasing her, arousing her.

With. Every. Steps. She would have to learn to walk again.

She tilted her head backward but was blocked by the long helmet. She tried to feel her breasts, her waist, but it was nothing but metal against metal, steel against steel. She saw herself in the long mirror. She looked stunning in her purple suit with gold trims, her waist incredibly small and her long legs on those high heels. No, she didn't had the intricate gold incrustations all over her suit. It was pure, shiny, purple. And her latex catsuit appeared shinier than the guards, almost like a black tar, but it looked awesome! Stunning!

The door opened. Karen was turning her back at it so she turned around, struggling a little with her balance, making a few side steps to catch it. Princess Sandra was there, staring at her. She smiled.

"Even more beautiful than I had imagined. How do you like it?"

"Mffghfmmfdfd." said Karen, rubbing her hands over her thin waist.

"Yes, the tighter the better, I know. Okay, come with me. Ready for your first horse riding lesson?"

"MUH?????"

Princess Sandra's outfit was quite elaborate on this morning. She had obviously changed from the simple catsuit she was wearing when she got up, to a much darker, almost metallic looking red catsuit. She didn't had any hood and her blond hair was shining in the sun. She was also wearing the torso portion, only the torso, of the armor with the same decorations as the guards, but her footwear was something Karen have never seen before: thigh high boots, tightly laced up front, but still... ballet boots. Could that be? Thigh-high ballet boots? Well, for sure, nobody would dance ballet in those boots!

The Princess seemed quite at ease although that steel torso appeared very tight, almost as tight as a corset, and she could see that the cod piece was incorporating a chastity belt, pretty much like her own suit was.

Karen followed her along the multitude of corridors, her own heels clicking, her steel armor clanking with every step, her brain knocking, trying to cope with everything all at once: the tight latex, the heavy armor and especially, the toys deeply pushed in. She finally reached the interior court where the other guards were there, practicing some exercises under the Atheena's direction. She stopped dead what she was explaining and turned toward Princess Sandra and that new woman in armor. They all made a small bow to the Princess which was walking toward them, putting one knee down as she got closer, looking in disbelief at that woman in a stunning purple armor, struggling to walk, everything evidently too tight for comfort. Apparently, seeing the Princess in that outfit was quite normal.

"Atheena. I believe you already met Karen."

"Karen?, Uh... Yes, Princess. I met Karen." she said, looking at the woman in the purple armor.

"Good. She need some horseback riding experience. You take care of it. I want her to be proficient by the end of the day."

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"Yes... Yes, Princess," answered Atheena, a little puzzled.

"And don't give up on her moaning. Just go on with her training."

"Moaning, Princess?"

The Princess didn't answer. She simply walked back into the castle, strutting on her extreme footwear as if she was barefooted. The tight latex catsuit leaving one simple crease below her firm buns as she walked away.

"Right... Okay, Karen, ever ride a horse before?" asked Atheena gesturing anyone to get a horse.

She nodded yes.

"What is your experience?"

Karen extended a lower arm with her hand straight horizontal and twisted in side to side in a "so-so" manner.

"Okay, we'll work on that," she said as Margaret approached with a wonderful black stallion.

Karen took the reins and approached the side of the horse. Those high heels made things different: she was taller, which would mean that it would be easier to get on it. However, getting her booted feet into the stirrup was another story. The latex catsuit was very tight and bulky, and the very tight steel armor impaired with her flexibility. And there were the toys. Having one leg high in the air while the other was in the ground made her moan.

She jumped on her feet to get herself a push and she jumped on the horse, got one leg up and tried to pass it on the other side, but with her bulky armor, she missed, hit the saddle and fell back down as quickly. She fell hard on her back on the ground. The armor took most of the hit but she let out a loud moan. The shock on her back was something, although dampened by the armor and the thick latex, but the jerk of her steel toy was another story.

The girls laughed as she struggled to get back up on her feet, impaired by the tight and bulky armor. she was trying to figure out how to proceeded but she looked more like a turtle on its back.

Tabatha approached to give her a hand, giggling.

"Don't worry, we all dit it the first time. We have to get used to the armor... sheesh! That thing is really tight and also, your undersuit looks very thick."

Karen nodded yes, struggling, her upper torso stiff. Puzzled, Tabatha looked closer at it.

"Is this... welded rigid? I mean, my torso piece flexes but yours looks totally rigid almost like a steel... corset." said Tabatha.

Karen nodded yes and grunted a little.

"Sure you can see anything with that visor, that's so small and wait... it's locked on?" said Tabatha picking up the padlocks in her fingers, the other girls approaching.

"You're kidding, right? Why would her helmet be lo... I'll be damn!" said Atheena. "Never saw anything like that. Why did she locked it on?"

Karen shuddered.

"There must be a reason for it and for that... damn, those steel pieces are tight and, wait... how do you take them off? "

Karen nodded no.

"No? What do you mean, no?" asked Atheena looking closer. "Damn! Are they really... riveted?"

She nodded yes.

"Why are you only nodding? You can't talk?" asked Cristiane.

She nodded no.

"What the heck is going on here?" asked Atheena. I will have to ask Princess Sandra about it. I have to know why. I'll be right back. I have to catch her before she starts the meeting with the visitors. In the meantime, try to get on the horse. Girls, help her because... darn­, this is tight!" she said, feeling Karen's steel corset.

Karen looked a moment at Atheena, almost running out of the court, her armor a lot more flexible than hers. And she was running on high heels! She would have to acquire that skill!

The girls helped Karen get on the horse, but just getting there created a storm in her crotch. The horse was slightly moving and just that was knocking hard inside her. She wondered how long she could cope with it, as every move of the horse was creating sensations. They were welcomed, just not... now.

Margaret asked her to show what she knew by hopping around. The horse had made barely half the court when Karen began to lean forward and slowly slipped off the horse, apparently unable to hold herself.

The girls laughed. Tabatha quickly reached her and prevented her from falling off.

"Yeah, it requires some getting used to with the armor. It makes it kind of slippery. Let's get her the beginner's gear," said Guinevere.

A few moments later, the girls arrived with a bunch of straps and began to fix Karen's legs to the stirrup leather and the girth, holding them firmly in place. They also added straps wrapping her upper thighs to the saddle, limiting the amount she could get away from the saddle. Then the exercise continued.

They were unaware of the storm raging in her crotch as with each of the horse hump, she was feeling two knocking steel balls.

Again, after half the court, she began to lean forward, but the leg straps held her tight, then she began to lean backward, pulling on the reins, stopping the horse.

"Come on, Karen, you can do better than half the court." said Tabatha.

She tried to lean forward to and command the horse to move, but, in reality, she was this close to having an orgasm and she was trying hard to prevent it. She commanded the horse to move forward but it only made a few steps before she slumped backward again, this time, the orgasm was in full bloom. Her legs were shaking and her hands were holding her crotch tight. She was trying to lift herself off the saddle but the straps prevented it.

"Shit, Karen! Are you alright? Something's wrong, girls," said Guinevere. "Let's get her off."

In two minutes, Karen was on the ground, kneeling, grunting, her hands at her crotch.

"You're hurt?" asked Cristiane.

Karen nodded no. She was panting, hard and grunting.

"Geesh. It almost looks like you're having an incredible orgasm." mumbled Tabatha.

Karen managed to nod a yes.

"Ha, ha... wait. What? For real? You're having an orgasm? From riding a horse?"

The other girls gathered around.

"What the hell, Karen?" asked Margaret. "How could you?..."

"Let her be," said Atheena who was returning. "She'll be alright."

"Why? What's going on with her? Did Princess Sandra explained it to you?" asked Guinevere.

"Yes," said Atheena, gesturing for the group to gather around her. "We all know that Princess Sandra is a little, shall I say... weird, right?" she said lowering her voice. "I mean, she likes clothes that are so tight that they seems uncomfortable. She often wears herself a chastity belt and you've all seen her incredibly tight corset, and also her... device room, right? And that's not counting her outfit this morning."

The girls sort of acknowledge, with only Tabatha and Eloise looking puzzled.

"You'll learn soon enough," said Margaret to them. "Go on, Atheena."

"Well, Karen being her... personal assistant... is more or less a test subject for her devices. Actually, Princess Sandra would love to see herself into Karen's situations but, for the moment, she can't, so... Karen fills the place, if you catch my drift."

"I'm not sure I'm following," said Guinevere.

"Okay, I don't know much myself but the Princess have made devices that fills her mouth, rendering her almost mute, and she also made devices that are... well... inside..." she said, pointing at her crotch.

"Inside? Like... Oh... OH!" said Tabatha.

"But... Her armor is riveted and welded," said Eloise.

"Yes, meaning that she can't take anything off," explained Atheena.

"So, what's she's doing now is..." said Margaret.

"Is... enjoying herself..." completed Guinevere.

They all looked at Karen which was now laying on her back, slowly rocking her hips up and down, hands still at her crotch, then let everything drop as if it was over. She only realised that she had orgasm in front of the group at that moment, suddenly feeling ashamed.

"I want it too," said Tabatha.

The other girls giggled but it was mixed giggles, that sounded like "me too".

"So, that means that she can't ride a horse, right? She will be nothing more than a display, otherwise she will simply collapse and enjoy another kind of ride every time, right?" asked Margaret.

"Not exactly. We have to put her back on the horse and made her ride until she can control the urges."

The giggling stopped and they all looked at Atheena, waiting for something.

"Oh, shit! You're serious!" said Margaret.

They put Karen back on the horse and continued the training, but she was constantly slumping forward and backward, having one orgasm after the other.

At lunch time, she was totally exhausted and ready to collapse. They had to help her walk to the dining room.

"How is she gonna eat?" asked Tabatha, "her helmet is locked".

As if on cue, Princess Sandra entered the dining room.

"Hello ladies. At ease," she quickly said as everybody was getting up, Karen struggling to follow the group. By the time they were all seating back, Karen was fully up, and then she slowly sat down, grunting and moaning.

Princess Sandra walked to her and removed the padlocks, leaving them on the table.

"You put them on after lunch. The black smith is making something to add to her saddle. Put her back on it. She needs more training."

"Yes, Princess Sandra," said Atheena, stunned, not believing it herself.

Karen slowly reached her helmet and split the two halves, revealing the large lump of rubber filling her mouth.

"Oh my gosh! How do you... do it?" asked Margaret.

"It's not like I have a choice to push it out, you know?" said Karen. "But... you get used to it."

"But all your... suit, so tight and so stiff. Hell, you can barely reach from the plate to your mouth. You should remove your gloves... Oh. Don't tell me." said Cristiane.

"Yes, riveted on. I can only take off the helmet, and only with the key. But actually, as weird as it may sound, I... I kind of like it."

"Seriously?" asked Eloise.

"Yeah, I mean with those things down there, you forget a lot of things, said Karen, giggling, between two bites."

Of course, most of the conversation was about her suit, her armor, her toys and how she felt about them all. When she explains the moving steel ball, they all went wide eyes and Tabatha repeated that she wanted them too, having Atheena promise she would ask the Princess.

After the lunch break, Karen put her helmet back on, fitting the gag plug then putting the two padlocks herself, locking them. She was ready to hop back on the horse, however she felt that she would be out of it, unconscious, within the hour. Her crotch was still on fire.

When they walked out, the black-smith was finishing putting up a new saddle on the horse. This one had a purple vertical steel bar on the back of it. The bar was slightly curved and was made to evidently follow Karen's back. The stirrups were also different, also painted purple, as well as the stirrups leather that looks more rigid than normal.

"Well, that should prevent you from slumping backward," said Cristiane.

The black-smith easily spotted Karen and approached her holding a steel ring.

"I am sorry, miss, but I have to add this to your outfit," he said, showing the purple steel band, about five centimetres tall by almost one cm thick. It had four D rings equally spaced. He lifted it up so that she could see it, as well as the other women of the group.

One end had a slit, the other end had two hook like pins. He approached both ends without mating them.

"This will lock like that. As you can see, once on, there's no taking it off. I am sorry. Princess Sandra's orders." he said, bringing the neck shackle up.

He wrapped it around her neck. She could feel that it would be a tight fit. Using all his strength, he pushed on the two halves until a very distinctive click was heard. Karen reached for it. She felt it was too tight but she could do nothing about it. She will simply have to get used to it, like the rest.

The black-smith then turned her around and installed a series of rings to the back of her upper body, along the spine. More of those rings were added to the side, at waist and hips, and along the legs and arms, and finally on her helmet, at the back, top and sides.

The women were looking at her being all... hardwared, it in amazement.

"Well... good luck," he said, before leaving the court, leaving the girls stunned at the sight.

Karen didn't seemed impressed and headed for the horse. With that bar at the back of the saddle, getting on it created another challenge as she couldn't simply flip her leg over the back of the saddle. She had to slip it in front. She would always need some kind of ladder to get on it, which proved practical for the girls so that they could... fastened her up more easily.

Yes, many of the rings added to her suit were to link with the back bar and the steel added to the stirrups. The ring at the back and the top of her helmet were also linked to the back bar, keeping her head straight.

"Link her elbows to the side of her suit." they heard the Princess's voice.

They looked around to see her looking down from the third floor of the castle.

"Link her elbows to the side of the suit and her wrists together. I don't want her to control the horse too much. She was making it stop walking too often this morning."

"Yes, Princess Sandra," said Atheena linking Karen's arms. "That is so weird," she mumbled to Karen.

She didn't responded. She was lost in her thoughts. Just that new tight collar was something to get used to, and now, rigidly linked to the horse, she knew that a devilish pleasure was ahead of her.

With her bound wrists and arms, she was able to snap the reins to have the horse move forward. Immediately, the toys kicked into action (pun intended). Her body leaned forward, immediately blocked by the stiff bar. Sideways? Same thing. Backward, even more rigid. The only play she had was between the links of the attachment points. it was just enough to make her believe she could move before stopping her.

She loved it! It enhanced everything. Being restrained like that was simply awesome. She couldn't comprehend why... or how, but she loved it.

She began to work on her control. Sure that her brain, after so many orgasms, will simply sty on the teasing mode, like acquiring a taste that is too bitter at first, only to become just right after a while.

She had three orgasms in the first hour, then it calmed down, having just one for the next one, then none for the next two.

But after four hours on the saddle, her legs were aching, her hips, her butt, her back, heck, she was aching from everywhere! She wondered if her lack of orgasm was her self-control of the fact that she was in such a bad shape.

At the end of the day, they all gathered in the dining room. Princess Sandra came to unlock Karen's helmet.

"That was very good. Tomorrow, you'll go with the girls to Dormeer to retrieve a package they have for me."

"To Dormeer, Princess? We'll prep Karen's horse with a regular saddle, then. It takes over three hours to get there." said Atheena

"Oh, no. She will ride that same saddle. As a matter of fact, I hereby declare that Karen is to only ride on this saddle and all fixed up."

"Oh... Yes... Of... Of course, Princess Sandra, as you wish," said Atheena.

"You don't have any problem with that, don't you?" asked the Princess to Karen as she took off the helmet.

"No, Princess Sandra. That will be fine," she quietly answered.

She spent the night tightly restrained on the bondage table by Princess Sandra's bed. She didn't care. She was so exhausted she fell asleep before the Princess had completed tying her up. She only realised the extent of her restraints when she woke up the next morning, unable to move anything but her fingers.

She wiggled but nothing moved. Everything was so tight that there was no play between her steel armor and her suit and now that every straps had been over-tightened, even to the point of stretching the leather, she wasn't allowed any movement. She loved it and the little she wiggled moved the toys in a quite agreeable manner. Her only disappointment is not to feel the tightness of the strap themselves, thanks to the steel shell covering her.

She realised just how tight it was when she saw the Princess struggle to loosen them, pulling with all her weight on the strap, just to get the pin out of the hole.

Two hours later, after breakfast, she was fixed on the horse and ready to go, along with the rest of the guards, under the watchful eyes of Princess Sandra, making sure that all the straps were drawn extra-tight.

"We will be back before sundown, Princess," said Atheena.

"Have a safe trip, soldiers," said Princess Sandra, waving them goodbye.

And off they went, slowly riding the winding road leading to Dormeer, taking it much more easy knowing what Karen had to cope with. She was riding in the middle of the pack with Atheena leading the way, followed by Cristiane and Eloise, then Karen, Tabatha and Margaret keeping a close look on Karen, riding mostly on each side, half a horse length behind.

And she was doing fine. It was teasing but she had had so much orgasms the day before that her body simply wasn't interested in getting one. It was teasing tho. And it was a pleasure.

Her whole rigidity made the ride even more enjoyable. Think about it: She didn't had to control her posture. She didn't had to work keeping straight, balanced. The restraints were doing all that for her. She just had to let her body flow. That was an amazing stress-less experience and quite a pleasurable one. She felt she was a princess, all her needs being taken care of.

She was getting thrown a little bit forward, backward, up ,down and sideways with each of the horse movements, following them, getting tossed around.

After an hour tho, her rigidity and the constant tossing was starting to take its toll. Her arms were beginning to cramp as well as her legs. She would like to stretch them, move them, but they were either very well secured to the sides of her body or to the stirrups. Even her neck was starting to ache, kept rigid, pulled up by the top ring.

She was reminding herself that this was a training run for her, that things would ease up with time. Surely Princess Sandra would not travel with her all restrained like that all the time. Although the thought aroused her. The prospect of being a bound doll made her warm. So weird.

"This is an easy road," she said to herself, that is until Atheena turned left at an intersection, leaving the straight, almost levelled road, to head for the mountains. As they approached, the road became narrower and steeper. The horse began to struggle. The thing is that, going up or down an incline, her body would have to move to remain vertical, but with her steel rack, it was keeping a straight angle with the horse, meaning she was leaning back in reference to the ground.

That was a scary feeling and it also generated a different kind of knocking in her toys, and immediately, she became more aroused than she was on flat terrain.

The trail was going at a steep angle for about 30m, then a gentle down slope for another 30m, then another steep incline, followed by a tortuous very steep decline on the other side, where she was afraid she would fall forward. She tried to guide her horse as best as she could but with her arms restrained, she was limited.

Hopefully, the horse seemed to know the trail and was following Eloise. But the numerous change of angle, as much up down as sideways, made Karen swing from all sides, wrecking havoc.

"She's having one!" yelled Tabatha, as she noticed Karen's sudden change of body movements, twisting more than she should have. It was evident that she was fighting her restraints.

Inside her mind she thought that if she had not been restrained, she would have shoot up like one of those fireworks she heard about, colorful projectiles that lunched to touch the stars in the sky but explodes in wonderful colors. With her eyes closed, she was pretty sure those fireworks were in her mind and she wondered if those who had describe them after seeing them were not simply projecting their orgasms.

She felt the explosions in her crotch, burning it. She would have screamed but, thanks to the gag, only a loud moan came out as the horse slowly veered off course.

"For a moment, I thought a wolf was howling!" said Cristiane, giggling, turning back to look at Karen and pulling the horse back in the right direction.

It was odd. They knew what she was experiencing but all they could see is a purple body slamming to the end of very small play of steel restraints.

"Ha, ha! It looks like she had touched an electric eel!" said Margaret, looking at Karen's body being overtaken by convulsions.

Karen wasn't seeing anything. She wasn't hearing any of her friend's comments. She was in her own world, surrounded by wizards throwing spells on her, sending her flying in the sky, amongst the stars, and each time she was touching a star, she would have a burst of pleasure.

As soon as she was catching her breath, another firework began and after the fourth one, she was nothing more than a limp body being held straight by her restraints.

"We should take a break here," said Atheena as they exited the narrow pass in the mountain, near a water source, dismounting their horses to let them rest a little.

They released Karen from the saddle and helped her weak body get down on the ground. She used that opportunity to walk a little, trying to get some feeling back in her legs, but the toys were still at work. Every step was a pleasure.

They all inquired about her well being but she signalled that she was good. However, as they were all gathered around their horses, they heard a loud series of splashes. One look and it was Karen taking a dip in the pond!

"Yeah, I bet she needs to cool off," said Margaret, giggling. "WAY TO GO, KAREN!" she yelled.

It was welcomed and it was also weird. it was the first time she was getting in the water with a latex catsuit. It was weird because she could feel she was in the water, she could feel its cold temperature, but she couldn't feel the water itself, like if she was insulated. Usually, the clothes she was wearing were getting soaked but... not this time. She spent some time splashing water on herself, which was also blocked by the steel padding of the armor. She was also able to suck some water from around the gag. That was welcomed. the cold water did reached her crotch and it was welcomed.

"Damn! I hope in won't rust," she suddenly thought while getting out of the water.

She was fixed back on the horse, Atheena pulling the straps as tight as Princess Sandra did. "Orders are orders" she said to Margaret inquiring question. And they were back. Having had a couple of orgasms, her body let her in peace for the rest of the way to Dormeer. They finally reached it four hours after departing.

The citizens were looking, or rather staring at that group of soldiers in flashy red armors, along with what looked like a prisoner, walked through the city to reach the artisan shop located downtown. They all dismounted their horses except for Karen of course. One thing they haven't thought of is that she couldn't eat. Nobody but the Princess had the key!

"We're gonna have to address that problem later," said Atheena.

"What's with that prisoner?" asked the artisan.

"She's not a prisoner, she's one of us," said Eloise.

He opened his mouth to ask more but Tabatha cut him short.

"Don't ask," she simply said.

The artisan shut up and gave the girls, one package each.

"You are not to open them. Princess Sandra will tell you what to do with them," he said.

Atheena gave him a pouch with gold pieces. He looked inside and smiled, satisfied. At the same time, the village bell was heard sounding twice.

"Oh, that makes me remember as I almost forgot, Princess Sandra told me to tell you that she want you back by four."

"By four? but it's in two hours. It took us four hours to get here."

"Well, you took your damn time, it usually takes less than three. You better hurry back," he said, leaving them, weighting his bag of coins, evidently all happy.

"Two hours?" said Margaret. But to be that fast we will have to...

"Gallop..." said Atheena, looking at Karen. "You... you think you can do it?"

Karen, with the little freedom of movements she was allowed, managed to shudder. What else could she do about it? In any cases, it's not as if she was going to fall off the horse.

And off they went. Karen tried to gallop but to do that, a rider has to stand up from the saddle. However, restrained as she was, she couldn't and the horse was simply throwing her around. It was painful and she almost passed out by being shook too much, so she slowed down, letting others go on. The group quickly turned around and gathered around her.

"You can't gallop, right?" asked Tabatha.

Karen nodded and then showed how restrained she was by trying to lift herself off the saddle a few times, only to be prevented by the steel rod.

"Yeah, well, that's a problem," said Margaret.

Karen tried to gestured them to go on, that she'll catch on... eventually. No need to worry about her.

"You could remove the link linking her hips to the saddle," suggested Tabatha to Atheena.

"No. I have strict orders from the Princess. Sorry, Karen."

She nodded that she understood.

"I don't know about you, girls but Karen is one of our own. If she lags behind and it's not her fault, then we all lags behind with her. We stick together" she added

Karen gasped as they all got their swords out and pointing in the air at the same point.

"ONE TEAM!" they all yelled at the same time. "And you're part of it, Karen." said Atheena pointing her sword at her, copied by the others.

Karen felt all warmed up inside. That was such a wonderful gesture. She would try to go as fast as she could. She could trot for a short time then walk normally, then trot again. It was slow but the girls understood her situation and also... counted her orgasms. Four. In three hours.

When they got back inside the court of the castle, Princess Sandra came to meet her, a little disappointed.

"You are late. Didn't the artisan gave you my directive to come back here by four?"

"Yes, Princess Sandra," said Atheena. "But Karen couldn't gallop and there was no way we would have left her behind. We are one team, we stay one team. We live one team. We leave no one behind." she said, pounding her heart with her right fist.

"Ain't that so?" said the Princess, with a devilish smirk. "You have the packages?"

"Yes, Princess. All six of them," proudly said Atheena.

"Good. You keep them but do not open them until I tell you, which will be tomorrow morning. In the meantime, release Karen and go have dinner. Here are the keys for her helmet."

Karen was glad to be out of her restraints and especially, able to eat and drink. That had been the hardest. However, the locks for her helmet were difficult to open as they had started to rust or something got inside them while she was splashing water on herself. Princess Sandra came to retrieve her at the end of the meal, and they explained the problem with the padlocks.

"It means I will have to get new ones. Noted. And that will be a problem on rainy days," said the Princess, pondering her options as she left with Karen to set her up for another night of bondage.

They were all sitting around the long rectangular dining table, their packages in front of them, wrapped in a piece of hemp canvas tied with a hemp rope.

"Any ides what this could be?" asked Margaret, looking at Atheena.

"Not a clue. I am as in the dark as you are."

They heard two steps of high heel footsteps coming up from the corridor and they put their little packages down. As Princess Sandra, with Karen in tow entered the room, they stood up at attention.

"Hello ladies," said Princess Sandra, smiling, wearing another tight fitting red latex catsuit, a crushing corset, knee-high ballet boots, and her usual jewels of steel: the chastity belt and the bra.

She pointed generally in the direction of the packages with her hand also covered in red rubber.

"You can open them, now."

They all went to it, taking the large black rubber in their hands, looking puzzled.

"Are those..." began to say Tabatha.

"Yes. I heard you wanted to try Karen's toys, so here they are. If you shake it, you'll notice that it shakes, or knocks. It goes in front. Now, go to your rooms, put it on, use a lot of grease, and come back here."

They walked out to their rooms, some faster than the others. Tabatha was the most eager one while Margaret seemed a little reluctant.

And without surprise, Tabatha was also the first back in the dining room, smiling ear to ear.

"This is so... fun. I can understand why you had a hard time yesterday," she whispered passing by Karen who giggled.

One by one, the girls walked in. Some walking normally, and some others walking in small steps, holding their crotch. As Eloise, the last one to enter, was slowly sitting down, repressing some moaning, Captain Lancelin entered the room.

"Sorry to interrupt, Princess Sandra, the horses are ready, as you requested."

"Thank you very much, Captain," she answered with a smile. "Okay, ladies, let's go to the training court."

"Ho... Horses, Princess?" asked Atheena walking as if she was wearing a diaper that was full.

"Yes, Atheena, horses. Karen needs more training and, well... so do you."

"T...T... Training?" asked Guinevere.

The Princess didn't answer. She just went on, followed by the group of women. When they reached the court, the carousel had been fitted with seven horses. All the saddles were equipped with the back steel rod! A soldier was standing by each horse except for Karen's.

"Come on. Get on those saddles!" ordered the Princess.

They all hopped in. Karen's horse was easy to spot with its purple rod with steel rings while the others had red rods with leather straps.

The guards were looking puzzled, tying the women to their horses like that, now knowing what was going on or the purpose of all that gear. Karen was restrained by the Princess herself, making sure she was nice and snug.

"Thank you, gentlemen. You can carry on," said the Princess. "Now, since Karen has the most experience, she will lead the carousel and she has been instructed not to stop before lunch. THAT is your punishment for coming in late yesterday. Carry on!" she said, slapping Karen's horse who jumped forward, making all the horses jerk forward, making all the girls jerking backward, then forward on their steel back rod, jumping, giving her their first glimpse of the power of those toys.

Karen, with the now permanent collar could barely turn her head but she could see that some were struggling more than others. Tabatha seemed to be the one enjoying it the most, or it was an impression because she was actually the one in front of her.

For Karen, it was a nice relaxing teasing. She could hardly believe it herself that she had already become accustomed to it and was quite enjoying the teasing, which, she learned the hard way, made the orgasms even more powerful.

After about an hour of gently turning in a circle, Karen spiced things up and she pushed the horses to trot. Some seemed delighted while some seemed to panic, screaming her to stop. After about fifteen minutes, she could see that Eloise had passed out as her body was limp, being held only by the back rod. She should have stopped but she had her orders. The speeds she would go, for how long and when to stop had been clearly instructed by Princess Sandra, and she suspect that she was watching them from a higher floor so, if anything was wrong, the Princess herself would stop the ride.

And if Karen didn't follow the orders to the dot, she would get punished. If she did, she would get a reward. She hoped.

Eloise was coming back to her senses but this time Margaret seemed to be ready to pass out. As for Eloise, Karen could see that not long after waking up, she was having another orgasm, judging by the movements of her head. As for herself, she was enjoying the ride. She liked everything about it. And the restraints, her arms linked to her sides, the stiff collar, the rod keeping her straight, her legs rigidly fixed to the sides of the horse, and of course the constant teasing, were all magical. She never thought that becoming Princess Sandra's personal assistant would be so... fulfilling.

She changed the pace of the horses a few times. The only thing she didn't do was galloping, which couldn't be done on the carousel. At lunch time, the guards came in to free everybody, except Karen.

"I am not to free you, Karen," said Captain Lancelin, I don't know what you have done to find yourself setup like that but... I have my orders." he said, unlinking Karen's horse from the carousel and leading it out, to the main court where his horse was waiting.

He mounted on it, took Karen's reins and headed out of the castle. She had a pretty good idea of what would take place and, with no surprises, went up to gallop speed.

Karen braced herself. Yes, she had to train for that, but so the other girls! Oh well, better work on it.

As they rode off, Captain Lancelin kept looking back, keeping a close look at Karen, watching her. He has been told what to watch for. He reached a marker and stopped, turned around and rode back, still galloping, still watching Karen. He turned around again and the ride resumed. At one point, he spotted what he was looking for. He did ten full trips before heading back to the castle.

Karen was exhausted. She had had two orgasms. One withing the first run, one on the third run but she was able to control them for the rest of the runs. He parked the horse at the stable, leaving Karen all tied up to it.

"My orders are to keep you there, Princess Sandra will take care of you. According to my orders, you... passed the test. I'm not sure what it was but you passed it," he said, giving her two hard slap on her steel covered thigh.

She stayed there, still panting but relieved that it was over, enjoying her rest and the pleasure hormones flowing throughout her body.

That was not the guard life she was expecting but she had nothing to complain.

Princess Sandra came to free her not long after and she was allowed to have lunch. She was looking for the girls after eating and she was hearing the sound of sword fighting in the main court. She went and saw the Princess's guards practicing, and judging by some of their movements, they were still plugged. Atheena stopped her fight to look at her.

"Hey, Karen. I heard you're good at sword fighting but I never saw it. Grab your sword!" she said, lifting her own sword defiantly.

Karen smiled. Yes. She needed that!

She took her sword and in an instant, she was fighting Atheena. She was a good fighter but Karen knew she was even better. She let her fight to learn her technique, her secret moves, enjoying the constant knocking of her toys in the process. Their high heels were sinking into the packed ground, their armors were clanking, sometimes getting in the way. That was fun. That was arousing. That what she called fighting with pleasure. She could feel her tight latex catsuit pinch her. she had to work against it at some point and at the rigidity of her armor, but all those restraining feeling only made it more pleasurable. Then with a few hard and well placed hit, she stroked Atheena to the ground, under the stunned expressions of the other girls.

"Oh, damn, Karen! You're good. Very good!" said Atheena, throwing her sword, admitting defeat, then reaching for her crotch. "I was at a disadvantage tho."

Karen looked at her, leaning her head sideways in a "are you kidding? And how about me?"

She was about to lower her sword but instead she twisted her upper body, her clumsy armor getting in the way of the freedom of movements but somehow, she managed to avoid Eloise who was trying to get her from behind and pushed her with a kick of her high heel boot in the stomach, making her fall backward. And she turned around, sword high, ready to fight the next one. She looked down at Tabatha with an inviting gesture of the hand.

Tabatha sprung into action, fighting Karen with all her skills which were as good as Atheena. Margaret jointed the fight. Now, Karen was fighting two 'enemies' at the same time, and she was managing to stay on top. They had her back up again and again, and suddenly, something was behind her legs and she stumbled backward, falling hard on her back as Captain Lancelin had dropped down on all four and had Karen tumble over him.

Panting, but enjoying every minute of it, Karen admitted defeat. Atheena and Tabatha extended a hand to help Karen get up, and as soon as she was up, Atheena raised her sword over Karen's head.

"One team!" she said.

All the girls raised their swords in a similar fashion, all pointing over Karen's head

"One team!" they all said in one voice.

From a window on the third floor, a red latex clad woman walked away, smiling.

After such another exhausting day, Karen was relieved to the prospect of spending the night tied up on her bondage table. While being immobile, she knew she would rest: no teasing, no fighting, no horse riding. But as she entered Princess Sandra's room, she noticed that something had been added, to the wall facing the foot end of the bed: a large X shaped frame with another small large peg raising from the middle, upward in the centre. The frame was attached to the wall with some sort of extenders, leaving a gap of about 5cm between the board and the wall.

"Ah, yes," said the Princess, "this is for you. I had this... fantasy to wake up and seeing you there, so... we'll try it tonight. That's where you will sleep."

"What? How?" she thought as she couldn't speak, but her body language spoke for it.

"Well, get on it, and you'll see," said the Princess showing two small boards protruding at the bottom of each legs of the X.

Carefully, Karen put her high heel booted feet on those boards, which were almost 30cm off the ground. Her legs were spread out by about 60cm. To do so, she had to wiggle the large peg between her legs. Actually, her crotch was resting on that horizontal peg.

The Princess began to link some fasteners, literally just O rings with a missing part just wide enough so that the D-rings on her suit would go through, to every D-rings of her legs, then her hips and torso. She got on a small ladder and, stretching Karen's arms over her head on the other ends of the X, she fastened them the same way. Then her neck thought the collar and helmet, with rings at the back, top and sides, were fixed to the protruding board behind her head.

Karen tested the limits of her restraints. She could move relatively easily with about 2 to 3cm of play room. But all her weight was on her feet, as if she was standing up. She could manage to put some weight on the peg, but not much and it wouldn't be comfortable. Sleeping like that? No way! her legs would tire quite rapidly. And it was quite noisy, the steel of her armor knocking against the steel links.

"Okay, ready?" asked Princess Sandra.

She was puzzled. Ready for what?

The Princess put her ballet booted feet on another protruding plank between Karen's legs and pressed on it. Harder. She lifted herself off the floor. Nothing happened.

"Huh?" she said as she stepped down, then lifting her leg higher, stomped hard on the plank once, then a second time before it gave.

For an instant, Karen fell falling down as the plank holding her feet collapsed down. She was quickly stopped by the rings grabbing a hold of her. Now, she was literally suspended by her armor. She could wiggle her fingers and her feet but that was it. The links were pulling her head up, making it immobile. And that peg!! It was putting pressure on her crotch. Pressure that was... disturbing.

Was it comfortable? Not exactly. Was it painful? Not exactly. Could she really sleep like that? She doubt it although she was so exhausted that she figured that, yes, she would do it.

The Princess took a few steps back, smiling.

"You look even better than I imagined. Try to get free... Oh, come on, Karen, you can struggle harder than that... Oh? Really? That's wonderful!!" said the Princess as she saw Karen's hands and feet move a lot but the rest of her body barely showing any struggle. "I will have to find a way to keep those hands and feet from moving, tho," she said with almost a sadistic smile.

She took some length of rubber bands, about 3cm wide and half a meter long and she wrapped Karen's hands as well as the heel of her boots to the board. Now, she couldn't move much.

"Perfect. I'm eager to see how I'll feel, seeing you like that in the morning sun! Good night, Karen," said the Princess

She was wearing her regular red catsuit and ballet heels boots. Sitting on her rubber bed then bent down to link what Karen thought was only jewels but were indeed bondage cuffs, together. She added two more cuffs just over her knees and linked them. She added a panel gag to her hood, which contains a huge rubber lump. She even struggled to push that rubber lump inside her mouth before knotting the straps behind her head. She added a rather large steel collar and placed a blindfold over her forehead, before placing her bound legs under the latex bed sheets, linking them with a chain to the foot of the bed.

She turned sideways to blow the candle on her nightstand using her hand, settled fully under the latex sheets and, with the moonlight the only light of the room, Karen saw her reach for another chain at the head of the bed, which she linked to her collar, then with her hands under the latex bed sheet, she squirm and the only explanation was that she was actually linking her wrists behind her back.

It was the first time she was actually witnessing the Princess setting up for the night and she smiled, knowing that she wasn't just using her for bondage play but she was an avid player herself.

Karen tried to settled down. It was not easy. There were no pinch points, the armor taking the toll of the suspension, but the peg at her crotch was also pulling up, pushing the toys deeper, and that was disturbing. Although she could barely move, every little movement of her hips triggered that darn pleasure feeling. She watched the Princess squirmed under her latex sheets reflecting the moonlight, reaching the ends of her restraints. Evidently, she was having pleasure too.

Sleep was hard to find and, without even realizing it, she was eventually out.

"Oh wow, how neat! She already tied herself up for us."

"What the hell was that?"

She was hearing voices in her sleep, apparently. Suddenly, there was a knocking on Karen's torso and head. She blinked a few times. There was people in the room. What? Who? Why? What time was it?

It was still night. The Moon pas past the window and her light was almost out of sight but she could see three people, all dressed in black cotton clothes. The Princess was struggling. She was trying to scream, to call for help but she had gagged herself real good so no sound came out, and since she had already tied up herself for the night, whoever those people were, were having it easy.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/9

Karen felt that she should try something to save her Princess, after all, it was her duty, but... how? She was unable to move. Even her fingers were pinned down. She couldn't scream. She was totally helpless. She could struggle as much as she could but what use would that do? She could easily end-up abducted herself or even worse, killed.

They were rolling the Princess into a dark red canvas. A face got closer to Karen.

"That is sick! What is that?"

Karen tried not to move her eyes, hoping she couldn't see them in the dark room.

"Forget it, Imanie. Probably just some decoration this weirdo made, which only reinforce the reasons why she shouldn't become queen. Ever. That's just spiffy, guys. Come on, let's get out of here before her... guards..." she said, giggling, "tries to save her."

They tied a rope around the Princess's body and lowered her through the window. After a few minutes, they were gone.

Guards? Right. Wasn't Margaret supposed to be guarding the door? She should have heard something by now. Why wasn't she intervening?

She had to alert the others, she had to try to save the Princess. But how? She struggled as much as she could but nothing much moved. She was able to make some noise from her steel armor and the D rings but not enough to awoke anybody, and surely not to have someone enter the Princess's room to inquire about the noise. Where the hell was Margaret?

All she could do was wait, and the waiting was long. The sun was long up when someone knocked on the door a few times before going away. The Princess must have gone elsewhere and not advise anybody.

Judging by the position of the Sun, Karen figured it was close to mid-morning before the door opened and Atheena peeked inside, her helmet removed.

"Princess Sandra? It's Atheena. Are you there? Where is Margaret? People are waiting for you."

Karen struggled to attract Atheena's attention.

"Princess? Are you there?" asked Atheena again, getting closer to the evidently emptied bed. She turned and saw Karen squirming like the Devil in Holy waters.

"Karen? Damn! What happened? Why are you tied up like that and where is the Princess? Where is Margaret?"

Karen struggled and moaned.

"Oh, yes, that's right, you're mute. Let me get you out of this thing... Geesh, how..."

Inadvertently, while looking how to unhook Karen, Atheena triggered some sort of release mechanism and springs put the foothold boards under her feet, lifting her and allowing her to be easily un-linked from the anchor points.

"Damn, that was severe! Here, let me help you get the helmet... Damn, it's locked. Do you know where are the keys?"

Karen shuddered. The Princess had it. Atheena turned around and rushed to the nightstand.

"Oh, there's a key here, let's try it, shall we?" she said, trying the key which was the right one. A short instant later, Karen was free of the helmet and the gag, spewing a good pool of drool over her shiny armor.

"The Princess was abducted last night. I couldn't do nothing to, well..."

"Yeah, I get the picture. But by who? Why? And again, WHERE IS MARGARET? "

"Who, I have a pretty good idea. Three women. One called the other another Imanie, and the other one said that something was... spiffy."

"Imanie and Joan!" immediately said Tabatha which had just came in with the rest of the guards. "Do you know where they took her?"

"I think I heard them talk about an abandoned windmill by the Swan's Lake. And I'm as puzzled as you are about Margaret. Where is she?"

"Princess Sandra was abducted? By who? Why? Where did they took her?" suddenly asked the commanding voice of Captain Lancelin, entering the room, limping.

"What happened to you?" asked Eloise.

"Drank too much last night and sprained my ankle in the stairs. The King refused I go with him on his trip to Whalefort. And I just found Margaret outside in the main court, tied up. She said she had been knocked down and found herself tied up afterwards. What the heck is going on here?

Atheena quickly relayed the information given by Karen earlier.

"But... why? For a ransom?" he asked.

"I don't know but they said that there was no way that a weirdo like that would become Queen and that latex was... out."

"Yeah, I figured," said a woman in a full multi-layer latex gown.

All the people in the room put a knee down.

"Queen Lynda," said Captain Lancelin. "We will find her. I promise."

"I'm sure you will. I know that Joan's mother can't wear latex. When she does, her body quickly covers with rashes. That makes her some sort of an outcast at official parties because she's the only one without latex and, well, she stands out. Some voted out of some comity because of that, so of course, the social status of the family took a dive. She swore she would get latex out of the Kingdom."

"Karen heard them talk about an old windmill at Swan's Lake. Do you have any knowledge about it?"

"Oh, yes," she said, gesturing the group to get back up on their feet. "It's about half an hour on horse to the South. The windmill is in a little bay on the East shore of the lake, just north of the island. It is, however, only accessible by boat and it's quite a hike to get there. That's why the windmill was abandoned. The wind is great but no access. No wonder."

"I... I don't know how to swim," said Margaret.

"Even if you knew how to swim, Margaret, "said Atheena, with our armor, anyone would sink like a rock."

"Well, as far as I remember, having been there only two times however, there's an area of the lake, between the island and the bay that is quite shallow," said Queen Lynda, "I would say waist deep at most".

"I'll send my men to survey if they are really there, Queen Lynda. If they are there, we will take action at sun down," said Captain Lancelin.

"With my husband gone to Whalefort with the bulk of the army, it left the Castle with a minimum of men. Can you do it, Captain Lancelin, even with your bad leg?"

"We will take care of it," said Atheena, standing proud. "After all, we are the Princess' Guards. It is our responsibility."

"I wasn't expecting less from you, Atheena. My daughter speaks fondly of you and I can see why. Captain Lancelin will provide you any assistance that you may request," said the Queen.

"Absolutely, my Queen," said Lancelin, bowing.

"Good. Bring my daughter back." said the Queen, turning around and leaving in a shuffle of heavy layers of latex.

"I think, I know where Princess Sandra's love of latex comes from," mumbled Karen.

At noon, a messenger came to the castle with an envelope. When he was asked who gave it to him he said that he had a note at his home to pick up an envelope at a specific place and bring it to the kingdom. So, nothing to trace back who were behind this.

They gave it to the Queen who read it out loud for all to hear:

"We have the princess. We want the King to resign, to commit, himself and the Queen, to be imprisoned. We will take control of the Kingdom to make our own republic. We are tired of the latex-driven power and we want it out. You have two days to comply or we will kill the princess."

Immediately, they sent over another messenger to reach the King but he wouldn't be able to get to him before sundown and he wouldn't be back before the next morning at best.

The day had passed. The Sun was setting. Captain Lancelin was with the Princess' guards with the intel of the reconnaissance group.

"My men located the windmill and confirmed that Princess Sandra is held there, kept in a cage inside the tower. We know that group. They want to take over the Monarchy. They are pretty sure that the cage is closed with a padlock and they saw a lot of padlocks on the Princess herself."

"Okay. What's the plan?" asked Karen.

Captain Lancelin took a piece of parchment and began to draw on it, indicating where everybody would act.

"We're going to need a black smith to deal with those locks," said Atheena.

"No need. Leave that to me," said Karen.

"Really?" asked Captain Lancelin. "You will break open those locks by yourself?"

"Are you doubting the resourcefulness of a peasant, Captain? Yes really, I can do it," said Karen. "Just trust me. I am the Princess personal assistant-guard. It is my duty."

"Uh... fine. If you say so," he said as struggled to stand up on her injured ankle. "Alright everybody, let's go free the Princess."

They all got up and put on their helmets.

"Where is mine?" asked Karen.

"You... you will have to do without one. If you put yours on, you won't be able to talk with that thing filling your mouth," said Captain Lancelin. "I may have a spare one from one of my soldiers but it will probably be too large."

"No. This helmet is part of MY armor. I will proudly wear it and do not forget the padlocks."

"Seriously?" asked Tabatha. "But..."

Karen looked at her with her eyes telling her she was in charge of her own setup."

"Wow. I never saw this side of your personality and that's scary. Alright, then. You do what you want," she said.

They gathered at the stable to get on their horses.

"Where is Karen?" asked Atheena.

"I don't know," said Tabatha, "she made a sign to wait a moment and she ran that way," she said, pointing to where the black smith shop was. A few moments later, Karen was walking out and ran toward the group, grabbing her horse.

"Oh... wait," said Eloise. "I think I should... you know... before getting in to the action..." she said, gently grabbing her crotch.

"You need to go to the bathroom?" asked Lancelin.

"Oh... You too, you..." timidly said Guinevere.

"And..." added Cristiane.

"Oh, come on, girls. We can do this!" said Atheena

"What the heck are you talking about?" asked Captain Lancelin

"Nothing important," said Atheena, jumping on her horse, quickly getting next to Karen.

One after the other, they all mounted their horses, some moaning more than others and they were on their way.

As they were galloping a good part of the way, one or two of them began to trail behind, only to meet back with the group as one or two other took their turn to drag behind, including Atheena. Lancelin was puzzled and kept looking back, wondering if using the Princess guards was a good idea.

Karen was having a ball. Yes, she orgasmed but she was able to contain it, even if she wasn't all strapped down on her horse as nobody took the time to do it. She sort of missed it though.

They all dismounted their horses about half a kilometre before reaching the lake to keep everything silent.

Silence was relative as there was a lot of repressed moaning when they did so and while they walked. The moon wasn't up yet, creating a very dark night, only lit by the bright starry sky. They would not be seen. They hoped.

The day crew had brought a small boat. They all got into it, which almost sank. It was only eight people but each one was in heavy steel armor! They had to row very carefully, for one, for not attracting attention, and for two, if they rowed too hard, water would fill the boat.

Moving very slowly, it took them close to an hour to reach the island. By then the Moon was starting to rise and the night was not as dark, blowing their covers. A shiny armor is not a good camouflage suit at night. They could see the windmill, about 100m away... perched on top of a very steel escarpment.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/10

"Who the hell was stupid enough to build a windmill up there?" asked Tabatha, a little too loudly.

"Well, there's plenty of wind," whispered back Margaret, gesturing her to tone it down.

"Yeah, but... how to you get the grains up there?"

"That's why it's abandoned," whispered back Captain Lancelin, making a sign to keep silence.

Gesturing, he gave his instructions and they entered the water, except for Lancelin. Already, walking there took it's toll on her injured ankle, so he stayed behind.

Their latex layer proved welcomed and Karen's thicker layer gave her more warmth than the thin ones of her friends soldiers. The Queen had been right. They had water up to their chests, which was nice. Suddenly, they say someone patrolling from the top of the hill. Not knowing if they could be spotted, they all dipped under the water to hide.

Atheena was the first to slowly get his head out of the water. Nobody. He gently tapped on Margaret's helmet to give her the signal and slowly, the whole group was progressing again. Ten more meters to go. And that cold water had one beneficial effect: it cooled their crotches! Because, that horse ride and that walk in the woods made them quite hot.

They reached the base of the hill in no time. however, getting out of the water with their heavy armors was not easy. And to add to the difficulties, high heels were not the footwear of choice to walk in mud.

They gathered together to decide of the path. Karen raised a hand, quickly followed by the rest of the group, all the hands touching each other.

Nothing was said but "One Team!" was thought.

Slowly, they climbed, struggling against the branches, the rocky soil and the rubbing in their crotches. Perhaps in the end, keeping the toys was a bad idea.

Karen heard some of them moan quite a few times. She herself would have moan, quite a lot. Good thing she was gagged because she would have alerted the whole area of their presence.

Slowly, carefully, they reached the top of the hill, laying on their stomach, panting. From their positions, they could see the windmill and the tower door. Princess Sandra should be there.

They saw Imanie and Joan and two men. That's all they saw. Four people. They were eight. It shouldn't be that hard. Atheena told them all to retreat out of sight and, using a stick, drew her plan on the soil. As she was doing so, they heard voices. A lot more voices. Karen, who was near the top of the hill, crawled up to have a look. She came back, making a "four" on both hands.

"Eight? In total?"

Karen nodded no.

"Eight more? So twelve in total?"

She nodded yes.

"Damn! They were outnumbered now we are. Change of plans..." she said, wiping her drawing off. But she didn't have time to draw another one.

"Hey! There's someone down here!!" they heard someone yell.

They had been spotted. Karen reacted instinctively and ran up to the guy, ramming him in the stomach with her helmet. Since he wasn't wearing any armor, it hit hard.

"It's the Princ... Oooooffff!" was all he had the time to say before being struck to the ground.

The rest of the guards followed up, yelling, sword in the air, ready to fight.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/11

Obviously, the abductors were not anticipating that sort of response and they flea at first to regroup. Karen used that time to reach the tower but she faced a locked door. She tried to ram it a few times but the wood was too thick. She reached down to the calf part of her right leg and pulled up a steel wire about 2mm thick she got from the black smith.

She bent the tip making a right angle hook and inserted it into the lock, working it around.

Clank!

She pushed the door opened.

Princess Sandra was there, locked into a cage suspended 30cm off the floor. She was tied up, like she had been in bed, with her hands in her back, gagged and blindfolded. Quickly she reached it and began to work the locks.

The Princess moaned as the cage began to swing, not knowing why or who was there. Karen managed to unlocked the first of the three locks keeping the door closed and began to work on the second one.

"Who the hell are you?"

Karen turned around. It was Joan, ready to fight with her sword out.

Under her gag and heavy helmet, Karen smiled. She knew she had the advantage. She quickly drew her own sword and, without waiting, attacked Joan. A few quick moves and Joan was disarmed, her sword sliding across the floor to the other end of the room. Joan quickly ran away evidently to gather more help. Anyway, with her out of the way, she pushed the door closed and resumed her work on the Princess cage.

Quickly, the second lock was opened then the third one. Reaching inside the cage, she pulled up the Princess blindfold. The Princess eyes showed up a surprise and proud look at the same time. She undid the knots holding her gag then resumed her work on the padlock holding her neck to the cage.

"Oh! Thank you, Karen," said Princess Sandra as her wrists were unlocked. "But... what sort of key are you using?"

Karen quickly showed her the piece of bent steel wire she was using then freed her ankles which were only linked with some sort of quick link, the same ones she uses when she went to bed.

Outside, the screams were getting louder.

"You all came for me?" asked the Princess.

Karen nodded. When she opened the door, they could see all six Princess' soldiers fighting the abductors.

"Oh no! Not a second time!" Karen heard the Princess yell. She turned around just in time to see Joan running toward her with Imanie behind her, their faces full of rage.

She placed herself between the Princess and the two women, drawing her sword. She made a few steps forward, attacking. While Joan was aiming at Karen, Imanie tried to run around to reach the Princess but Karen saw the move, quickly pushing Joan away, she made a side-step to stop Imanie with a strong hit of her sword on hers.

"Ouch!!" yelled Imanie, dropping the sword and holding her wrist which got probably sprained by the sudden blow. Then Karen turned her attention to Joan again, who was aiming to strike her. She blocked the blow, then another one, then a third one who, if it had hit, would have hurt a lot.

Since Joan and Imanie were only wearing chain mail catsuits, any blow of a sword would not cut skin but could break bones. Karen was trying to spare them the pain but, as Imanie had gathered her sword back, moving it with one hand, and Joan was about to strike her again, she saw no choice. One hit on Joan's sword to disarm her and one strong hit on her arms. She could actually hear the bone break as she collapsed in pain. She turned to Imanie who, after a moment of hesitation, decided to drop the sword and run away. The Princess used this time to grab Imanie's sword. She was a fighter herself, disarming a bad guy running at her.

"STOP THE FIGHT!" yelled Princess Sandra, showing she was in control of the situation. But already, there was only two abductor lefts, the other had been struck down by the guards or had flee.

The fighting stopped and the guards all put a knee down for the Princess.

"Oh, get the hell up, it's no time for protocol. Let's get out of here before they come back with reinforcement!" she said.

Getting down the steep slope in heels was actually more difficult than going up. Princess Sandra struggled in her ballet boots but she refused all the help that was offered to her. Captain Lancelin was already in the water, getting to them with the boat. After a few minutes, he came on the shore with it and the whole group got on board.

Only then, the stress of that fight, the first real fight they were involved in, dawned on them. Atheena cracked the first, starting to giggle and laugh, followed by the others. They were outnumbered but they won! And they also all had their hands at their crotches.

"One Team!" said Margaret, putting her sword in the air, but her voice was raunchy. One after the other, they joined the gesture, panting. "One Team!" they all said at the same time, making Princess Sandra smile, then frown.

"Don't tell me you are..."

They all nodded. The Princess rolled her eyes.

"I'll be damned!", giggling, then laughing at Captain Lancelin puzzled expression. "It's a woman thing," she said, trying to brush it off.

Soon, one began to recall her fight, then the other one, comparing their techniques, inquiring about one's move, showing each other the dent in their armors, battle scars they were proud of wearing. Even Karen had a few on her shiny purple armor.

"Anybody brought Karen's helmet key?" asked Princess Sandra.

They all looked at each other, nodding no.

"Oh shoot! I'm sorry, Karen," said Atheena, "I should have thought of it. It's my fault, Princess Sandra."

Karen waved her off, reached for the steel wire tuck inside her lower leg armor plate, then blindly reached for the helmet padlock, fondling with it for a short time. Just as they were reaching the other end of the lake, where their horses were waiting, Karen was removing the second lock and was gently pulling her helmet off.

"That's an impressive skill that should be taken into consideration," said the Princess, winking at her.

The sun was rising when they entered the Castle enclosure. The Queen was there to welcome them, hugging her daughter, congratulating the soldiers for their good work.

They were all relaxing in the main hall of the castle when they heard a horde of horses coming in and then the King, entering the castle.

"Where is she? Oh gawd! Are you alright, Sandra?" asked the King, visibly relieved, giving her a hard hug.

Princess Sandra recalled the events and especially how Captain Lancelin, her guards, and Karen came to her rescue and how they managed to defeat them while being outnumbered.

"As I recall," he said, "I found your desire to have a squad of private guards frivolous. But now I can see I was in the wrong and that the people you chose deserved all my gratitude," he said, making a small bow to the group. They all looked at each other, not knowing how to react to the King bowing in front of them, if they should bow themselves or not, creating a comical scene that even made the Queen giggle.

The King turned to Captain Lancelin.

"Find those people who abducted my daughter and bring them to the cells. Nobody who does harm to my daughter goes unpunished."

"Yes, my Lord," said Captain Lancelin, gesturing to the guards that came in with the King to follow him, although he was still limping a little.

"And as for you," he said, turning to the group of guards, "whoever protects my daughter's live before theirs deserved a reward."

She put her basket full of latex sap blobs on the ground, waiting her turn at the market to sell them.

"... And Karen saved her all by herself!" she said, talking to the woman in front of her.

"Rumors, Anna. Rumors."

"You saw how Karen fought those orcs. I'm sure it is true, Elizabeth."

"Yeah, right. I'm sure the King's army had nothing to do with it... what the heck is that noise?"

"Shit! The orcs are at it again?"

"The orcs? In broad daylight?"

They all turned to the noise. A group of horses were coming by. A group of horses dressed in red satin attires, being mounted by definitely women in red shiny armors.

One soldier was opening the way. Behind her, two horses, in line, the first one's rider wearing a complete red latex outfit, her head sporting a crown, and the next one mounted by a woman in a shiny purple armor. There was one guard on each side of them and a sixth one closing the procession behind the purple armor.

"That... That's Princess Sandra!" exclaimed Anna, getting down on one knee. "Wait! Isn't this one... Karen?" she said, pointing at the purple one.

As she passed by, the purple one's head turned toward Anna and made a small nod.

"Oh my god! That's Karen!" yelled Anna, getting back up and running after the horses.

The whole market emptied, following the Princess to the centre of the village, stopping in front of the manufacture. One of the guard dismounted her horse and walked inside, coming back a few moments later with Karen's mother, sporting a very puzzled, half afraid, expression.

As she walked out, the purple soldier dismounted her horse, then took off her helmet, revealing a smiling woman.

"Karen!!" yelled her mother.

"Mother!" said Karen, giving her a strong hug which was strange in her armor.

"Is... is it true? You saved Princess Sandra?" proudly asked her mother.

"Yes and no, mother. We all did," said Karen. "We all played our part, every one as important as the next one," she said as Princess Sandra was dismounting her own horse and solemnly walking to Karen's mother.

Karen's mother quickly kneeled.

"Oh, Princess Sandra, it's an honor." she nervously said.

"On the contrary, madam. It is an honor for me to have your daughter protecting me. She's too humble to admit that she was key to my rescue."

Karen looked at the ground, humble. By this time, almost all the village was around them.

"What is going on here? Karen? Oh... Uh... Princess Sandra!" said a young man, immediately kneeling.

"That's my brother, Phil, Princess Sandra. He wishes to become a soldier."

"I have been pre-selected!" he proudly said.

"I'm sure Captain Lancelin will make the right choice according to your skills, young man. If you're as skilled as your sister, you will have no problem being selected," said the Princess.

Someone giggled.

"You will have to beat Karen first," said the young woman who had giggled.

"Shut up, Anna!"

"Something to add, Karen?" asked the Princess.

"No, Princess Sandra," said Karen, smiling, repressing a laugh. "The selection process will follow its course, Princess," she simply added before turning to her mother.

"Mother, I'm here because it could pass many months before we see each other as I will be travelling with Princess Sandra throughout the Kingdom and beyond as the Princess is sharing more and more of the Kingdom's administration with her father," she said as she turned to her horse to grab something from one of the leather bags tied to the saddle. It was a velvet bag, rather heavy. She handed it to her mother who took it with wide eyes.

"What the..." she said, opening it. "Oh... my...."

"That's my salary for the time I've been gone. Since I have no real use for it as all is provided by the Kingdom, I'm giving it all to you. My regular salary is about half of this, which you should receive every month.

"But that... that's... how much I earn... in... a year!" said her mother with a stunned expression.

"I know you would do good with it as I would," said Karen.

"Yes... Yes... I... I will." said her mother, stuttering.

Princess Sandra mounted back on her horse and raised her hand to command attention.

"I must add that Karen got a generous bonus for her courageous actions in my rescue."

There was a rumbling through the crowd. Karen heard some of it and was displease as jealousy was felt against her mother.

"However, she refused it," said the Princess.

"You what?" asked Anna, stunned.

"Instead, she made a request that nobody should be raised without a father because of a simple illness."

Again, a rumbling went through the crowd, puzzled."

"So, in the next weeks, the Kingdom will build a medicine facility at the crossing of the roads leading to the three villages in the area, providing care for all."

A cheer ran through the gathered crowd.

Wow, Karen. Thank you," said Anna, with the approval of the villagers around her.

"So long, mother," said Karen, giving her a hug, then she hugged Phil and finally Anna.

"Make your village proud, Karen!" yelled Anna.

"I think she already did." said Phil

The crowd cheered as Karen, Princess Sandra and the group of guards rode away.

The group was back in the castle and were in the process of dismounting their horses, leaving them in the expert hands of the handlers.

"Do not forget to put Karen's regular saddle," said Princess Sandra, addressing the handlers.

"My regular saddle, Princess?"

"Yes, of course. Now that you've seen your mother, where you had to dismount and talk, you can go back to your full attire, meaning the full locked helmet with the gag, and of course, you'll be restrained at all times, mostly when horse riding.

"Ah, yes, of course," said Karen, her brain caught on the edge of two strong emotions: the need of freedom and her love of bondage.

As if on cue, one of the castle aid joined them holding Karen's regular helmet. She took place and Princess Sandra carefully put the helmet down, pushing down the gag inside her mouth, Karen moaning slightly.

"Yes, it's a little larger than it was. I figured you got used to the other one so, well, why not?" said the Princess, giggling a little.

Karen moved her tongue around to try to fit it comfortably. That gag was huge, filling her mouth completely and reaching almost the back of her throat. And when the helmet closed around her head, it too seemed tighter, pushing her jaw closed with more force.

As she was coping with the new helmet, she saw someone else get closer, a man wearing a leather apron, holding a device she had seen before.

"Oh of course, Karen, since I now know that you can open locks without using a key, this helmet is going to be riveted on," said the Princess with a large smile. "Don't worry, it will be removed for your annual vacation. If you wish, of course."

The black smith approached and put on the still hot steel pins where the padlocks would go, then using this large pliers thing, squeezed it shut, locking her inside the tight and constricting helmet, all that under the stunned eyes of the guards.

There was mumbling amongst them and Atheena gestured for all to make a circle, much to Princess Sandra puzzled look.

"What are you doing, soldiers?" she asked.

"I am sorry, Princess Sandra," said Atheena, turning around to face her, "we would like to discuss something. It won't be long," she said, returning to the group.

"That is not very orthodox, Atheena," said the Princess, evidently not expecting that kind of attitude from her guards.

After a short moment, the group turned to face the Princess.

"I am speaking for all of us, Princess," began Atheena, "but we feel that we are not treated equal. Karen is one of our own but she is treated differently.

"Why? Because her helmet is riveted? It's my choice and she agrees with it."

"No. Because... she... hum..." stuttered Atheena, turning to the other. Thinking about saying something is one thing. Saying it is another.

"Because she has two toys and we have only one." said Tabatha, making a step forward. "We think this is unfair. We all do the same job which is protecting you, we should have all the same. Even her armor is different."

Princess Sandra was stunned for a moment but then her face sported a devilish grin.

"So... you want Karen's treatment, do I read you right?"

"Yes," they all said, nodding.

"You want two toys?

"Yes and that... witch Emma thing?" she said, looking at Karen who giggled.

The Princess thought for aw moment.

"Hum. Okay, sure. Why not. It comes with a thicker and tighter undersuit, a tighter riveted armor that you won't be allowed to take off unless you're on vacation, which is, like Karen, one week per year. I am not sure about you being gagged, tho, you might need to talk."

The girls gasped. Thicker suits? Riveted armors? Well, they were already keeping their armors for as long as possible, so. They signalled to Atheena that they were going for it.

"We already communicates with gestures and signs. It's more efficient that screaming to each other in public, so we think we can do it, but... there's a catch," said Atheena, also sporting a devilish smile.

"What is it?"

"We agree with it if you agree to be... locked into your latex suit, corset and steel, cuffs everywhere, collar and your beloved ballet boots, for as long as we are. Fair is fair for all parties, don't you think?

"But... I have to..." stuttered Princess Sandra.

"And we have to too..." added Margaret.

Princess Sandra was immobile like her brain had locked up. The guards and Karen were looking at each other, definitely amused.

"One Team, right?" mumbled he Princess.

They all put their hand forward. Karen quickly joined them. Princess Sandra smiled and put her hand forward.

"One team?"

"ONE TEAM!" they all said in a chorus.

Tabatha was standing by Princess Sandra's door for her guard duty. She was gently stroking her incredibly thin waist. Perhaps asking for an even tighter armor and suit than the others was not such a good idea. She was still struggling with all of it but she was having pleasure with it. Fighting it with every breath, with every move, but also knowing that she wouldn't be out of it before at least seven months, the time left before her holidays, made her horny.

She switched her weight from one leg to the other to relieve her feet riveted into the high heel boots, making the large double plugs move, adding to her pleasure.

She loved everything about her outfit, about her new life. She heard a little high-pitch scream coming from the Princess's room. under her heavy helmet, she smiled, feeling the large gag filling her mouth. She knew what was going on in there. She just wished she could be part of it. Perhaps, when Karen's duty will be fulfilled, she could apply for the personal guard / assistant position.

She heard footsteps approaching and immediately stood to attention. A man she easily recognised approached. He was wearing the latest fabric, actually developed by Princess Sandra, consisting of linen soaked into liquid rubber before being cured. It resulted a more resistant rubber garment, although not as shiny, but still beautiful, and since it couldn't be tight fitting because it didn't stretched much, it was the rave amongst the men.

She bowed a little at the man. Captain Lancelin, actually Commander Lancelin now, as he has been promoted and was now chief of the military operations, acknowledged Tabatha's bow with a nod of the head.

Without a word, he headed for Princess Sandra's door. Immediately, Tabatha blocked his way, making him bump into the woman in shiny armor.

"I want to see the Princess," he said.

Tabatha nodded no and re-affirmed her position, blocking the entrance, her hand on her sword, ready to draw it.

"Come on, Tabatha. You know me. Why?"

She simply nodded no. Well she couldn't give out any explanations.

"That mute thing is really creating some problem with... what was that?" he said as another high pitch scream was heard from the other side of the door. "What's going on. PRINCESS?" he yelled. "Let me in, Tabatha."

She nodded no. He harshly pushed her aside and, being the Commander, he had his ring of keys opening all the doors of the castle. He picked it and was looking for the key when

Tabatha jammed her sword between him and the door, embedding its tip on the door frame, just at the lock level.

"Seriously, Tabatha? I am the Commander. You have to obey my orders. Step down."

She nodded a clear no and pointed to the room. And Lancelin knew she was right. She was receiving her orders by Princess Sandra, which were overruling his.

Another scream.

"Okay, that's enough," he said, pushing Tabatha aside, stronger so that this time she didn't only made a few steps back but she was thrown off on her butt, sliding on the stone floor.

She yelped. Oh, she wasn't hurt but the toys did something... inappropriate. In the time she needed to get back up, thanks to the extra-tight everything, he had unlocked the door and was pushing it in. He entered the room and froze, his face in a stunned expression.

On the Princess's bed, lying spread eagled, was the Princess, evidently tied very tightly as he could see how stretched her limbs were.

At the foot of the bed was Karen, operating some sort of device with a wheel, which she was cranking, and a long rod, reaching the base of the Princess's chastity belt. As Karen was cranking it, the rod made a back and forth movement, pulling and pushing on the chastity belt.

"What in the god's name are you doing? Are you torturing her?"

Karen immediately let go of the device and made a few steps back, nodding an aggressive no.

Princess Sandra, on top of being tied up, was also blindfolded and gagged. Commander Lancelin quickly removed the gag and began to loosen her ties.

"Lancelin? What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Well, evidently freeing you from... whatever they are doing to you."

As soon as one of her hand was free, he was slapped hard in the face, making him stop and retreat.

"What is going on here?"

"Karen," said the Princess, "go wait outside."

Karen bowed and headed for the door, actually blocked by Tabatha with her sword still drawn.

"You too, Tabatha. And close the door."

They did and looked at each other. Their looks were exchanging their thoughts. Commander Lancelin was heading for a demotion! Intruding on the Princess's room like that was a big no-no.

Yes, their romance was well known. They were getting closer to each other since he was not spending most of his time at the Castle, managing the armies, now having what would be called in future times, a desk-job.

At first, there was some screaming. Princess Sandra was evidently pissed off and Commander Lancelin was trying to explain his reasons. It was followed by a long moment of silence, so long that it made Tabatha and Karen worried. Then they heard giggling, both from him and her, followed by him grunting and her yelping. The yelping sound changed as she was evidently gagged. High pitch noises were heard and, a little time later, a long, almost out of this world mix of a scream and a grunt, almost sounding animal-like.

Shortly after that, Lancelin walked out, smiling.

"She's unconscious. You are not to touch her or her bounds. When she'll wake up, you call me. understood?"

Karen and Tabatha nodded. After he left, they both carefully entered the room. Princess Sandra was still tied, spreadeagled-out on the bed but... damn, those ropes had been pulled tight. Karen risked flicking one and, damn, she almost could have played the lute on those! They looked at each other and nodded. "Wow".

Almost half an hour passed before the Princess began to moan and try to move. Karen fetched Lancelin who, again, locked them out of the room. They heard more giggling and yelps until, almost an hour later, Princess Sandra opened the door and told them both off.

A few days later, the word was out. Commander Lancelin and Princess Sandra were dating, with the approval of the King and the Queen. From then on, Lancelin would sleep in the Princess's room. There was no danger of foul play or sex before marriage as the Princess was well locked in her chastity belt, especially since the King requested the key and Karen was given an order by the King himself to never attempt to pick her locks.

What changed? Well instead of either Karen or Princess Sandra being in loose self-bondage for the night, as one of them had to be able to free the other in case of another abduction attempt, Lancelin would take care of both, using all his man's strength to make sure they wouldn't be able to move from their setups. Apparently, he was... kinky... too as he began to wear a full RED latex catsuit, and even high heels, apparently very strongly suggested by the Princess.

MonsterP63/Karen - Latexia/12

Will they get married, have kids and transform the Kingdom into a latex-bondage society? Who knows. Only the Future will tell.