Beatrice is the mostly-innocent daughter of a nouveau riche family looking to climb the social ladder of the aristocracy. The quickest way for that to happen is for her to become the mistress of Prince Harry. While reluctant at first, Beatrice quickly finds herself seduced not by the dashing, older Harry, but his wife, Princess Anne.
Finding herself caught in the strange relationship between Anne and Harry, Beatrice quickly learns that she enjoys spending her time in bed just with Harry but with Anne as well. And it's even better when both Anne and Harry are involved.
But, as with everything with Anne, nothing seems like it is and there is always an ulterior motive. While Beatrice and Anne take in the pleasure and relaxations of the Imperial Baths, Prince Harry and his trollop, the common girl Catherine, have much suffering to do because Anne must control everything...
ADULT READERS ONLY
This 20,000 word story contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions along with group sex, lesbian sex, threesomes, bondage and discipline, and sexual domination and along with descriptions of sexual activity that not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older.
Originally published in two parts.
Excerpt:
Anne finished unhooking the garters from Beatrice's stockings, but left them on the young woman's legs. She didn't react at all when the princess unhooked her corset and slid it down her body. It was strange enough to be half-naked in front of the prince, but stranger still to have the princess undressing her.
When it came time to remove her culottes, Beatrice actually grabbed the princess's hand, stopping her momentarily, but a single withering glare from her, and Beatrice removed her hand. And then she was naked but for her stockings.
Looking away from Beatrice, Anne looked over at the prince and tried not to gasp as his naked form. He had taken off all his clothes and, in his nudity, he was an even more impressive specimen than he was clothed.
"Does she not please you?" Anne asked, surprised at the prince's lack of excitement.
"I am not an animal conditioned to respond to the sight of a naked trollop," Harry replied with some disdain.
"I think she can help you," Anne said, dragging Beatrice forward and forcing her down onto her knees...
