The Faceless Girl

In the Kingdom of Batassonne, Princess Aurora was bored out of her mind.

Nothing extraordinary was going on. Her parents were away, traveling to a neighbouring state, to renegotiate some treaty. This at first had sounded like an opportunity to have lots of fun. So the Princess had ordered the chamberlain to organize a ball, and everyone had been delighted. But after a few of these balls, at the end of the week they did not feel special anymore. Instead, all the dancing turned into an annoying routine. So Aurora started to rise early every morning, and every morning she ordered her entourage to accompany her on a hunting trip. But after a few days of hunting and killing animals this, too, started to feel like a drag. She did not even know what to do with all the pelts, and most of the meat was thrown away anyways.

After those disappointments the Princess began to look for diversion in more creative ways. One day she ordered all the peasants to speak in foreign languages (which caused havoc and resentment amongst the commoners). The next day everybody was allowed to go about their business as usual, but the guards had to make sure all townspeople spent the day blindfolded. Aurora found the results hilarious.

The day after that she organized a costume ball and forced all the knights to disguise themselves as pigs and rabbits. After the following night she ordered her maids to spank each others bare bottoms with their badminton rackets, until they were all crying from pain and humiliation. Of course they had to do it in the palace court, where everybody could see them.

By now it was the 18th day of her parents' absence. Aurora was strolling through the palace gardens, and with her slender figure, white skin, shining blonde hair and beautiful blue dress she looked as if she had been plucked right out of a fairytale. But by now most of her courtiers evaded her, and so she had to walk with only few people at her side. This made her sulky, and she was already thinking about new ways to torture her people.

A courtier came running. He seemed very excited.

"Princess, one of the knights found a magical stone. It seems to be granting wishes! It was taken from a wizard!"

Auroras beautiful face lightened up. She grabbed the courtier by the arm and told him to bring that stone into the throne room as quickly as possible.

And indeed, it was true: The knight had found the shimmering stone in the possessions of a wizard - one that he had slain only a short time ago. Aurora ordered an especially ugly maid to talk to the spirit inside the stone. Immediately the ugly maids face and body chainged and she became much less ugly. Then Aurora ordered a squite to speak to the spirit, and as his wish was granted, that squite became much taller. Then, following Auroras orders, a servant wished for something, and 100 coins of pure gold rained down on his shoulders.

Aurora had watched all this with growing annoyance. Now she rose from her throne, and her voice rang very clear as she exclaimed: "Enough! That stone is no toy! It belongs to me because I am the Lady of this palace. Bring it to me, and from now on only I shall have my wishes be granted!"

One of the courtiers took the stone and brought it to the Princess. The peoples faces were worried and nervous. All eyes were on Aurora as she whispered to the stone:

"What are you? Who is in there?"

"I am old and powerful", the voice from the stone answered. "I grant wishes, but be careful: You get exactly what you wish for. That is siomple for a simple mind, but can be dangerous for a wicked one."

Aurora was glad that finally there was something new, something exciting happening in the palace. She laughed, and her laughter made most of the knights, squires, maidens, courtiers and servants stare at her with frightful grimaces.

"Let us test your powers first. I want a wristlet, the most beautiful and fitting that anyone has ever seen."

She could feel a slight tingle in the back of her head, and the voice said: "As you wish, Princess Aurora."

A shimmer appeared around her left wrist. Silvery, a wristlet came into being. But as the Princess watched, it changed: Not looking precious at all, she found it metallic, like steel. Broad and firm, quite tight it lay around her slender wrist.

"What is this?", she asked, her voice shrill with disappointment. "That is all you can do, Spirit? It's bland and not precious at all!"

"It is what you wanted", the voice said. "It was your wish."

Aurora shook her head. "It surely is not!", she screamed. "I wanted gold, diamonds, platinum maybe..."

"You said wristlet", the spirit corrected the princess. "But I am able to see what every person truly wishes. I am able to see what your mind conjures, and what you really desire."

Aurora shook her head and look down at the wristlet. No, not wristlet. It was a cuff, made from blue steel no less, that she was wearing now. There was something about the way the metal accentuated against her rosy skin. The feeling of it's unrelenting grip sank deep into her flesh, and deeper so into her mind... and Aurora's heart to skip a beat.

She opened her mouth to protest, but already she could feel a similar cuff appearing around her other wrist as well, cool and heavy, dripping out of her imagination and into the realm of reality in an instance. She held her hands up, stared at her slender forearms and at those new, never before imagined adornments.

"It's not true, Spirit. This is not what I..." She could not help but imagine her arms shackled. How would it feel to be helpless and subjugated? The thought caused a warm flutter deep inside her.

Her eyes flew wide open, her pretty mouth contorted into a grimace of shock and protest. "No, stop!"

An invisible force twisted her arms on her back now, and her wrists were shackled together with a short chain. Her elbows were pressed against each other and she screamed in anguish as heavy manacles appeared around her upper arms as well and connected them to each other. Her face was red , she was struggling in the restraints. Meanwhile the voice proclaimed thunderingly to the more than 100 onlookers in the throne room: "I grant your wish, Princess Aurora."

She screamed for help, but only until a leathery mouthpiece appeared. It was pulled deep behind her teeth by magical coils and straps which coiled and secured themselves around her head like a horses bridle. She struggled with the bonds as chains appeared around her shoulders and body and pulled her arms backwards ever further, forcing her to present her breasts to the staring people around her. Such bondage, compressing and crushing her body in the most cruel way, was impossible to endure. She gasped, she groaned and twitched. Impossible to endure without... magic...

She protested and moaned and screamed like a caught animal, stumbling left and right like a poisoned dancer.

Tears appeared in the eyes of the princess. The humiliation... the helplessness... degraded, subjugated in front of the people... punished... She shuddered, her arousal growing just as much as her panic.

"As you wish, Princess Aurora", the spirits' voice proclaimed again. She screamed and begged, but no one understood what she was trying to say. And in any case, they all just stared. No one tried to help, no ne spoke out for her. Maybe it was because the spirit had already proven that he granted wishes. Maybe it was because none of them minded anymore what would happen to their cruel princess.

Her clothes fell off her and she was naked, except for the chains and bonds. A collar wrapped itself around her throat. A leather hood began to grow out of it, upwards, bit by bit covering her sweaty, fearful face.

Not having a face anymore, not being high blooded... just common, no, less than common. Sweaty flesh, a pounding heart, a warm body. Always desired, always taken, never in control... that would mean being just a thing. Aurora would be gone and what would be left would be someone else... no, something.

Beneath the hood, they could her her roar in self-disgust, fear and degradation. Only her large, beautiful, scared eyes were visible for another moment before they, too, disappeared beneath it. The hood was complete now, and she was now a faceless, anonymous creature. Her hands twitched on her back, her slender fingers curled, stretched, fingertips searching for any way to unlock the shackles and chains. There was no way out. Still, only another moment passed before her hands were already being encased in tight leather mittens.

Her ankles were shackled now as well, with a bar between them so that it was impossible for the former Princess Aurora to close her legs anymore. And as she sank to her knees, shivering and sobbing in humiliation and feeling cool air on her moist, uncovered nether lips, she already knew what would happen next.

"Yes Princess", the voice said. "Everyone will forget who you were. You will be a Faceless Girl. I grant your wish."

She mewled and shuddered as the all the knights, squires, maidens, courtiers and servants began to approach her. She tried to craw away from them, but she was surrounded. Their eyes absent, their faces filled with lust and malevolence, they began grabbing her, lifting and twisting her, bruising and manhandling her, handing her around. She protested as the first few penetrated her, one after the other. First she fought, but then grew ever weaker.  Soon she stopped protesting. Left was just a sobbing, moaning,  orgasming, ruined creature that disappeared in the mass of people that wrestled to be the next, the next, always the next in line to have their way with The Faceless Girl.

The King and the Queen returned a week later. They did not ask about what had happened to Princess Aurora, because they did not remember her anymore. Their journey had been successful. At court, nothing unusual had happened. All was well.

In the Kingdom of Batassonne, they have a very unusual tradition: They are holding The Faceless Girl in chains, locked away in a tower close to the palace. This creature does not need food or drink, and no one ever managed to free her from her gag, hood or restraints. Tradition wills that, once a month, she is given to the crowds for one night. This, they say, bestows luck upon the kingdom.

And this is how it has always been.