A new Dawn

Dawn was born a princess, never wanting for anything, and always got everything that she had ever asked for. She grew up in the safety of the castle walls and never really knew what went on outside of them except what she would overhear from the servants whispering among themselves. She had heard that there were monsters moving in from the north but never doubted that her father, the king, would route them and save the day. For 18 years she had lived the high life and the only thing that she ever looked forward to was spending time with her mother who told her wonderfully great stories about her father. What she didn’t know was that change was shortly to come and it was a change that she would never be ready for.

She awoke in the darkness, coughing and wheezing as she tried to catch her breath in the thick air. Her eyes stung from the smoke that had billowed into her room from underneath the large wooden door. She quickly got out of bed, her silk night gown flowing behind her as she raced to the door. She could feel the immense heat coming from it but it was the loud, husky voices from beyond it that really frightened her. She stepped back, not really knowing what to do, as she looked around the room for another means to escape. She spotted the window and knew that it was only a short drop to the ground outside so she raced over to it, throwing it open and looking around to make sure that no one would see her. She could see the flames from other parts of the castle lighting up the sky in a sickening orange hue. She swung her legs over the side and lowered herself as much as she could before dropping to the ground. As she landed in the bushes below that had broken her fall she could hear the branches snagging and tearing at her silken nightgown. Pulling herself up she made her way out of the bush, her dress torn and tattered but still able to cover herself up. She quietly snuck around the corner of the castle trying to see if there was a way to escape this nightmare. She finally made it around to the front and heard thunderous roses and cheers from the large group in the middle of the courtyard. She crept up behind some barrels so that she could get a better look and what she saw absolutely made her head spin like never before.

Bloody, battered, and torn bodies of the castle guards and servants lay strewn about the courtyard, some still impaled on spikes and others so badly beaten they couldn’t even be recognized. A large bonfire lit up the area as the large group of monsters gathered around it. Orcs, ogres, minotaurs, werewolves, and goblins all stood around the fire, cheering, shouting, and howling as bodies and furniture were piled onto the fire making it grow even more. Standing alone at the head of the gathering stood the biggest ogre Seraphina had ever seen, at least twice as big as the other ones and twice as ugly. The smell of burnt flesh and the pungent odor of the monsters made Dawn almost vomit in itself but she did everything she could to keep as quiet as possible. Then she saw two orc dragging two people out of the castle and as she looked closer she saw that it was her mother and father. Dawn would have cried out had it not been for the hand that snapped around her mouth, muffling her scream. Dawn tried to struggle until the woman stepped around and immediately she was relieved to see her dearest friend, Nadia, her clothes torn and covered in soot. Nadia hushed her and Seraphina nodded in understanding, allowing Nadia to remove her hand as the two continued to watch.

“Look at what we have here,” the large ogre bellowed, “the king and queen on their knees in front of me. Bet you thought your castle was never in any kind of danger did you. For how many of us your army has killed this is going to give me quiet a lot of pleasure.” With that he swung his huge axe and in one blow the head of the king toppled forward, rolling until it nearly reached the fire. An orc quickly stabbed it with a spear and held it up, another thunderous roar ignited the crowd as the orc held it high above his head. The large ogre yelled and the crowd quieted almost instantly, staring up at their leader. “And what will we do with you,” he said, looking at the queen, “I think I have an idea but you won’t be needing those.” Without warning the two orca that had brought out her parents each grabbed a side of the queens dress, pulling and tearing it completely off, leaving her naked and on her knees in front of the crowd of monsters. Another roar of cheers erupted as the orcs threw the remains of the dress into the fire watching it erupt into flames. 

“Where is the little one,” the leader said, glaring at one of the orcs. The orc looked up at him and simply shrugged, his demeanor telling everyone that he feared the punishment that may ensue for his failure. “Don’t worry,” the leader said, laughing, “that little bitch princess won’t get that far. That is if she even survives very long without her castle to protect her.” He laughed harder and the crowd joined in, the two orcs grabbing the naked queen and dragging her along as the army of monsters turned and headed out the broken castle gates, disappearing into the forest.

Tears welled up in Dawn’s eyes as the events that just transpired in front of her started to sink in. Her sobs came uncontrollably as the tears ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the torn and tattered nightgown she still wore. Nadia grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet. “We must get away, your majesty,” Nadia said quietly, “we don’t know if there are still monsters around and there is nothing we can do about the castle.” Dawn nodded solemnly as she quickly followed Nadia into the wooded area that surrounded the castle, not really sure where they would be headed as the burning castle became more and more distant. They continued to travel through the forest, avoiding the roads so that they wouldn’t chance coming across any monsters that might be traveling down it looking for the young princess. They finally came to a hollowed out tree and decided to rest for the night and continue on in the morning. Dawn sobbed and cried silently as the execution of her father and the disgrace afforded to her mother replayed in her mind over and over, finally drifting to sleep from the exhaustion to the ordeal. 

Dawn awoke to the sudden scream in the distance, looking around she could not find Nadia and feared that her friend may be in danger. She tried to make her way through the brush, her clothes continuing to snag and tear as she did, towards the sound of the scream. As she neared a small clearing where she could still hear some commotion her foot caught on a root sending her to the forest floor and knocking the air out of her for a split second. From her vantage point she could see into the clearing and saw her friend being assaulted by six scaly green goblins, half the height of any man. They were pulling and tearing at her clothes and pushing her back and forth until she finally fell to the ground. Her wide-eyed expression held terror as she had no idea what sort of danger she was actually in. Five of the goblins held her down on her hands and knees, pulling and tearing at her clothes until she was completely naked in the middle of them. The sixth goblin, and obviously the leader stepped in front of her and smiled down at the helpless victim. “DAWN R-mmgfgh,” Nadia tried to scream but as she opened her mouth the goblin in front of her shoved his hard, thick cock into her mouth, interrupting her hateful scream. He pushed in all six inches of his cock sliding it down her throat as she fruitlessly struggled to get away from the group. The goblin started to groan as he rocked his cock slightly in and out of her mouth and as he did Nadia’s struggling became less and less. Dawn could see from where she was that Nadia’s eyes seem to be glassing over as the goblin continued his assault on her mouth, a strange liquid starting to seep from the corners. The other goblins took advantage of this and began touching all over her body, groping her perky tits, probing her wet pussy, and even pushing several fingers into her ass. All this probing and groping seemed to do was to accelerate the process that she was going through as she began to moan from around the cock shoved in her mouth. Her legs began to spread open more and the goblins took even more advantage of this as several slid under her, one putting his cock into her moist womanhood while two others attached themselves to her nipples, suckling as if trying to milk her like a cow. Nadia moaned even louder, echoing around the clearing only interrupted by a small gasp as one of the goblins decided to push his cock into her tight virgin asshole. The group rocked and bucked with wild abandon as they continued to fuck their new sex slave with animalistic ferocity. Nadia simply moaned again and again, her hips even bucking against the goblins to give them better depth inside her. The main goblin stiffened and grunted as he shot his load down her throat, her eyes becoming even more glassy as some of the cum creeped out the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin. He pulled his cock out and stepped back allowing another goblin to take his place in her mouth. He smiled at her and patted her head telling her that she was going to be producing quite a lot of offspring for them. 

Dawn had to cover her mouth to keep from crying out so as not to be seen. Tears welled in her eyes as she helplessly watched the fate of friend befall her. She quietly stood up and made her way from the clearing, trying to get as much distance as she could. She thought she heard the clopping of horses and figured she was near the road. She picked up a run to try to get closer to it and see who might be there to help her. She heard the bushes rustling behind her and feared that the goblins might be after her so she started to run toward the sound of the horses. The bushes snagged and ripped at her silken nightgown as she fumbled through the brush, stumbling out into the road in front of a horse-drawn cart. The limbs had ripped the remainder of her dress and she stood there in the nude doing her best to cover herself with her hands. The man driving the cart pulled on the reins to stop the horse suddenly, calling out for the horse to stop. Dawn looked up at the man with her messy hair, dirt stains on her skin, and her hands doing what they could to cover her exposed areas. The young man looked down at her and smiled, “Are you lost young lady,” the man asked politely. “You seem to have lost your clothes, darling. I might have something you could wear in the back if you’d like. Just tell me your name and we’ll call it even, seeing as how you’ve already given me quite a show.” He chuckled as he looked down at the down-trodden young woman. “ 

“My name is Dawn,” she replied, “and I am the princess of these lands. You will be rewarded handsomely for helping me and I thank you.” She climbed into the back of the cart with extreme difficulty as she continued to try to keep herself as covered up as she could. She rummaged around the supplies in the back, dirty rags, nick-knacks, and oily odds and ends filled the cart but she managed to find a couple of pieces of leather that would work. Slipping them on she was able to make it into a make-shift top and skirt that was able to do the trick of covering her intimate parts quite well although just barely. She used one of the rages to wipe off most of the mud and dirt off her skin although it still left her feeling grimy and her skin was a slightly darker shade then it had been before.

The man laughed again, “If you’re the princess then I must be the King of Bolart. From what I heard the castle got attacked last night by monsters and there were no survivors. All the towns have pretty much closed themselves off and are being run by the local garrisons inside them.” He watched her eyes fill with tears as she remembered what had transpired to her parents as she watched helpless to save them. “I’m sorry, miss,” he said, seeing that she was getting upset. “Look, I can take you as far as the next town if you like. I’m sure you will can find work there and be safe.” 

“Thank you,” Dawn replied, “but I’m sure I can manage.” She was still kind of unsure how she felt about him seeing her almost completely naked and decided that it would be best to travel in her own. Suddenly her heard rustling in the bushes and shrieked, quickly climbing into the front of the cart next to him. “On second thought,” she said, trying to catch her breath, “maybe traveling together would be better.” The man helped her up into the seat next to him, not missing the chance to look down the make-shift blouse and catch a glimpse of her perky little breasts as they bobbed along with her movement. As she got up into the cart he adjust himself slightly, feeing the growing erection in his pants and not wanting her to know it was there. “My names Tobin, by the way,” he said, clearing his throat, “nice to meet you Dawn.” She smiled politely as he snapped the reins driving the horse forward down the road.

The two remained silent for the trip Dawn was lost in her thoughts, replaying the tragic events that had befallen her parents and her friend. She wondered what had happened to Nadia after she left and could only imagine the worst possibilities. With her mind’s eye she could see Nadia swollen with goblin children and cum in her belly, her tits huge and full of milk to provide for her young, and goblins taking there turns having their way with her, pounding every orifice she has. As Dawn pondered this she noticed that she her intimate parts were getting rather moist with the thought and as she sat idly there she was absentmindedly shifting in her seat, her moistness only growing as she moved her legs, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. Tobin noticed something too, as he would catch side glances at her, and could see from under the leather too that her round nipples were poking out quite a bit. He shifted in his seat as well, his erection growing more and more each time he looked at the beautiful woman and his mind wandered at what she would feel like riding him. 

Thankfully for the pair, it wasn’t long before they came upon a camp, guards standing in the roadway prevented them from going any further. “Halt,” the one guard shouted, holding up his hand. He walked closer to the cart as it came to a stop. “What business do you have here,” he said looking at the contents of the cart and then over at Sera. Tobin cleared his throat, “Dropping off supplies here and then heading on home to Donkirk,” Tobin said, smiling, the guard now shifting his gaze to him. “Tobin,” the guard exclaimed, “I almost didn’t recognize you. Come on in my boy. They’ve been expecting you.” The guard waved to his companion who stepped to the side to allow the cart access. Tobin nodded and snapped the reins jolting the cart forward into the camp.

As he stopped near some of the tents he started to drop down out of the cart. “It’s going to be a little bit,” he said, smiling at Dawn, “you can look around if you want. Since the monsters have been tearing through the countryside a lot of these refugee camps are popping up.” Dawn thanked him and got down from the cart on the other side, not realizing that as she did she partially flashed her bare ass cheeks under the skirt to an old man that was sitting next to the tent. As she got down and turned around she was greeted by his toothless grin beaming back at her. He thanked her but Dawn wasn’t exactly sure what he was thanking her for. She told him that he was welcome and went about the camp seeing all the dirty people milling about and the children running around here and there. She was passing by one of the tents when another old man stopped her.

“Hello there, miss,” he exclaimed, partially whistling through the gaps in his teeth. “Not many pretty young girls like you around these parts.” 

Dawn smiled at him, “Thank you, sir.” She blushed softly as the old man continued to look up and down her body which was making her feel rather uncomfortable.

The old man started to tear up, “I lost my daughter when the monsters attacked our town,” he said, a sob beginning to sound in his voice, “I’m afraid that I will never see her again. Either they took her or killed her, I’m sure of it.” With that he started sobbing, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. Dawn’s heart went out to him and she moved in close to give the old man a hug to console him. She wrapped her arms around him and felt his wrap around her. Slowly the old man’s hand drifted lower and lower until it was practically cupping her butt cheek and gave it a soft squeeze. Dawn shrieked and jumped back, not quite sure what to make of what had just happened. “Thank you, my dear,” the old man said with a wide grin, “you just made an old man’s day.” With that he retreated into the tent and Dawn made her way back to the cart to see if Tobin was done, eager to get away from the old man that had just groped her.

As she got back to the cart she could see that Tobin was making the final preparations to leave and quickly hopped up onto the seat in the front of the cart. Tobin settled in next to her, seeing the confused look on her face he decided not to see what the problem was. Instead he snapped the reins and they were on their way again, once more sitting in silence most of the way except for idle chit-chat few and far between as they made their way to the town of Donkirk. It was a small town with large wooden walls around it and a large wooden gate at its entrance. The guards recognized Tobin and ushered him in, the gates opening wide to allow the cart to enter the town. Tobin pulled the cart into the stable area and got down, unhooking his horse and putting him into the stables for the night. He helped Dawn down from the wagon and went over a general explanation of the town. He showed her where the guard captain was, the tavern, the shop, the inn, the brothel, and a few other minor areas. Sera thanked him and went about her way through the town and seeing that it was starting to get dark, along with the added exhaustion she was feeling, she felt that she needed to find a place to sleep for the night. She inquired with a few of the townspeople who came to the consensus that there were really only two places in town that had a bed available, especially since she had no money with her what so ever. There was the inn keeper and an old hermit that lived by himself, although several of the people warned her that the inn keeper was rather crooked and very manipulative. Hearing this she decided that she would visit the hermit and try to see if he would be nice enough to let her use an extra bed should he have one available.

Dawn knocked on the door to the old house and waited patiently, hearing the shuffling of the old man behind the door. As the old man opened the door, muttering angrily under his breath his eyes opened wide when he saw the beautiful young woman standing at his door. “What do you want,” he said gruffly.

Dawn smiled politely at him, “I was wondering if you might have a spare room,” she inquired, “I’ve had a very long day and need to get some sleep as I am very tired.” The man looked her up and down and stepped back out of the doorway, ushering her in. She stepped into the house and noticed that it was indeed old but not too shabby and much better then any other choice that she might have at the moment. 

“I do have a spare room,” he said, “but I’m going to have to charge you for it. Two silvers a night if you’d like to stay. Times are hard right now and I don’t have the money to just allow any floozy to just take up residence here.” 

Dawn look at him quizzically, rather taken aback by the rude comment he had just made about her. She quickly calmed herself thinking about the lack of options that she really had. “As you can see I really don’t have any money, sir,” she said, as humbly as she could, “but I can help clean up around here to pay for the room.”

“Why do I need someone to clean,” he said, looking around at the run down house. “Tell you what,” he continued, closing the door behind him, “you show me those perky little tits of yours and the room is yours for the night.” 

Dawn looked at him with utter shock at what he had just said to her. Did she actually hear him right. He wanted her to show him her breasts just to be able to sleep in a bed tonight. Dawn milled it around in her head and thought about her lack of options. With a sigh of defeat she reached down and lifted the bottom of her blouse, exposing her perky breasts and rigid nipples to the old man, turning her head to look away in shame at what she was doing. The old man’s eyes grew wide as he gazed upon the beautiful set of tits in front of him, he could feel his erection growing rapidly in his pants. He coughed and turned quickly, dashing behind the curtain that separated his room from the main part of the house. Confused, Dawn put down her shirt and made her way to the curtain, wondering if he would hold up his side of the deal. “So do I get the room,” she asked from just in front of the curtain. “Oh yes,” the old man’s reply was rather strained and there was a strange sound coming from the other side of the curtain. Dawn’s curiosity got the best of her and she peeked through the curtain, covering her mouth as she gasped, watching as the old man was stroking his cock furiously, sweat already beading on his forehead, and before king he grunted and shot out a thick load of cum that landed on the floor about a foot away from him. 

Dawn stepped back and dashed as quickly as she could to the room on the other side of the house, quickly ducking behind the curtain and making sure it was closed behind her. Her face turned red with embarrassment as her mind tried to grasp what she had just witnessed. Did the old man really just do that all because he saw her breasts. Something like that had never happened to her before, as far as she knew, maybe she would be able to get other things or maybe even money. But selling her body for money was beneath a princess, she thought to herself, but really what choice did she have since she had nothing else at the moment. She made her way to the bed and flipped down onto it, although it wasn’t very comfortable it was definitely better then the ground that she had tried to sleep on the night before. Sera drifted off to sleep as the days events played back trough her mind and she lost herself to the darkness.

As she fell into her dream, Dawn saw herself standing in the middle of the room dimly lit by the fire in the fireplace. Her hands moved sensually over her naked body as she basked in the warm glow. Dawn thought that something looked off, besides the fact that she would never be bold enough to stand in the middle of a room naked, or would she. She realized what it was as the image of herself rubbed her hands over her much larger breasts, her hard nipples poking out with eager arousal. She noticed movement off to the side and watched as the hermit walked out of the shadows and right up to her image. “Do you like what you see, sir,” Dawn heard her image ask the man. He simply grinned and reached up, cupping her large breasts and then groping them. The woman moaned with pleasure as the hermit groped and squeezed her breasts again and again. “Oh yes,” her image exclaimed, “grope my tits. Man-handle them. It makes me feel so good when you do, sir.” The hermit continued to grope and squeeze her breasts, his smile growing wider as the bulge in his pants grew more and more obvious. Dawn’s image noticed it to and dropped to her knees, pulling down the hermits pants and watching his thick cock bounce up and down in front of her face. She inched forward, putting the cock between her breasts and pushing them together, rubbing his cock up and down with them as her moaning increased. The hermit started to moan as well, rocking his hips to add to the thrusting between her tits. Suddenly he grunted and a stream of thick, white cum shot from the end of his cock all over Dawn’s image’s face, neck, and breasts. Dawn’s image moaned as well as the cum dripped all over her, working her tongue to catch and scrape as much as she could. “Thank you, sir,” the image said, “I love it when you cum on my big tits.” 

Dawn’s eyes snapped open as the dream ended leaving her wondering what the hell that was and why would she be dreaming of something like that. It didn’t help any that she noticed that one of her hands was rubbing her breast and nipple while the other was slipped between her legs rubbing her clit furiously. She tried to hold back but couldn’t and let out a soft moan as she reached her climax, her pussy juices spraying out slightly as she orgasmed. Her eyes rolled back as the wave of pleasure washed over her followed by a wave a shame for what she had just done. What was causing her to act like this. She was a princess, not some common whore, she thought to herself. She wouldn’t really degrade herself like that, would she, she asked herself. With the lasting images and questions still plaguing her mind she laid back down and fell back to sleep, thankfully a dreamless sleep until morning.