He pulled a frog!

A groan went through the room, everyone froze in a daze, the skin on the frog sprang out with a bang and on the floor, in front of me, a woman appeared standing with cancer, which I pulled in the ass.

She moaned, and I, having entered a rage, fucked her, until I poured out sperm!

When I finished, I pulled out the member from the princess and, having wiped around her buttocks, I got up, pulled up my pants and straightened it.

The princess also rose, but, like the frog, was naked. She looked, no! She stared at me in all eyes and smiled!

Tension subsided and everyone started to stir, and Karla proclaimed - According to our law, the law of the Thirtieth State, the one who freed the princess from the spell will be her husband and the king of her kingdom!

And, turning to me - You are no longer a prince, you are now a king! And she is your frog ... brrr, your princess!

The princess nestled against me, sperm flowed out of her asshole, but the woman was in the juice and very attractive: a sort of slanting Asian girl, with skin, ivory-colored, with yellow hair, with tits of the fourth size, no less. And I, in my thoughts, already plunged into the royal carefree life, full of bliss and daily sexual pleasures in the circle of concubines ... how, suddenly ...

- Uncle! He is my betrothed! He should be my husband! - Fun stomped her leg and flashed her eyes.

The princess tensed and pressed herself into me.

- What are you, what are you Naughty? - Carla went up to her niece and stroked her head - you know the laws of the state, everything should be according to the law, dear.

- According to law?! - Shrieked - and he broke my ruin, he deprived me of honor and to whom I now need disgraced! - and sobbed.

Carla stared at me - Prince, is that true?

And here, I did not find what to answer.

- If true, then you have to take Fun in wives.

With a soft slap, she collapsed on the floor without feelings, the princess freed and fucked by me. Lyudmila turned pale and puzzled Ruslan, Nesmeyana revived, and Shemakhanskaya looked at me, not with pity, not with gloating.

- Guard !! - Carla clapped three times in the palm of your hand. - Take as your wife Zabava, prince?

I finally came to my senses - I'm already engaged, Carla!

- Here is how! And who is she?

“Vassa, Queen of the Far Far Away Kingdom!”

Silence hung

- You are in the Thirtieth State and obey its laws - Karl delivered his verdict.

- I ask for the last time: do you take the girl you have dishonored as your wife, or do you refuse?

- Yes, I can not take her for a wife, because I have ..

- Take it! - He ordered the guard, and I was ready to blink, but changed my mind.

- In the dungeon, yes on the chain! You will think until the evening, you will not change your mind - the execution!

I saw how Zabava turned pale, how Lyudmila left the face and her legs gave way, and she would have fallen, but Ruslan caught her ...

I was taken under the white ruchenki and taken from the hall. I could also use my advantage, but something held me back: I hoped that the blonde would come to its senses and everything would end amicably.

Chapter 3. Escape from the Thirtieth

The danger of my position, I fully realized only when I was brought into the dungeon and chained to the wall, and chained not only hands and feet, but also the neck and the chains were so short that I could only stand leaning against the wall, with arms down.

I could not take advantage of the deceleration in order to free myself without hurting my arms or legs.

There was no window in the dungeon, no one thought to light the lamps, and when the guard came out, closing the door behind me, I plunged into darkness. But little by little the eyes got used to the darkness, and I began to discern the outlines of the walls and the ceiling. The wall was cold, damp and slippery and after a while I was already beginning to shiver. Time seemed to stop, and I could not even imagine how many minutes or hours had passed.

I started to get hysterical: firstly, from immobility - I, in life, cannot, without need, sit still for a few minutes; secondly, from anger at Zabava and himself, that he was so trusting and allowed himself to relax; thirdly, the feeling of hopelessness of the situation, the fact that no one here is not easy for me, will not help, but even gloat, but then I remembered Lyudmila's reaction, and it became a little easier for me.

However, not for long: I, for some reason, pissed off Natasha - seeing the reason for my unenviable position, namely in her appearance, in my life.

...

At the very same time, when the prince, in a dungeon, chained to the wall, covered all those who at least somehow were involved in his unenviable position, something happened in the Tridee.

Natalya, after they were escorting the prince, could not find a place for herself, and when in the evening Marya gathered to herself, she begged her to stay — I couldn’t be alone, stay Maryushka.

And Mary remained.

Whether Mary's intuition was developed, or how it was different, but Marya was calm, and Natasha became easier next to her.

On the fourth day, as they were escorting the prince with Zabava, Natashka wanted to let Marya go already - Go Maryushka home, get some rest, otherwise you don’t sleep because of me.

Marya, nodding, walked to the door and suddenly froze.

Natashka froze, immediately sensing something was wrong.

Marya turned to Natasha - Vass, the prince is in mortal danger: he is in prison, chained.

Natasha screamed, her legs gave way, and she sank to the floor.

She cried, covering her face with her hands. Marya came up and touched her shoulder - calm down Vass, I will help the prince, I will release him from the chains.

Natasha lifted her head - Oh, Marya, because then he will come into force and fill you again.

“What can be, that cannot be avoided - and Marya, clasping her hands, froze with her eyes closed.

Natasha froze and closed her eyes too.

- Everything! - Marya sighed loudly, as if from under the water, from a great depth, emerged - and opened her eyes - Free!

...

I wanted to piss, my legs were already numb and I was angry and angry all over everyone, and suddenly, I remembered a blood stain on my stomach and, as a flash of lightning illuminates everything around for a moment, the subconscious mind lit up with insight and in front of my inner eye, as if on film, we swam frames, depriving me of the virginity of fun!

- Sssukaaa! - I gritted my teeth in impotent rage and hit the back of my head against the wall

- Ssuka! - hit the wall ... - Ssuka! - a blow to the wall ... and only when the blood stretched along the neck with a hot and sticky stream, I howled, shook my head from side to side and ... I raised my hand and touched the neck - there was no chain! The next moment I realized that my hands were free and - I took a step - and my legs!

Without thinking about where the help came from, I went to the door and touched it - Closed!

I sighed, calming my heartbeat, shook myself, blinked and kicked at the door. The bolt from the outside was torn off, but the door did not fly off its hinges, but only slowly and with a creak it opened.

“Free!” - everything inside was exultant, and I went out into the corridor. There were no guards. So much the better, do not cut down anyone, and walked along the corridor. When he reached the exit, he peered out the courtyard and looked at the bathhouse. I remembered that there could be my clothes and, in a moment, I had already opened the door to the dressing room.

Lyudmila, seeing me, put her hand over her mouth and showed her eyes to the door to the bathhouse. From behind the door came the voices of men and women's laughter.

- Who's there?

- Karla with Ruslan and Shemakhanskaya. Ooh Prince - she touched her hand to me, as if, not believing her eyes - how could you?

- Not before, Ludmila, where my clothes are - however, I could not ask - clean tights and a T-shirt, neatly folded, lay on the bench. Nearby, on the floor were sneakers, also clean.

She stood with her back to the door and I, having thrown off my face and ports, changed my clothes. And when she bent down, laced up her sneakers, Lyudmila gasped and touched my nape.

I straightened up and she fell to my chest, shaking in sobs. I stroked her shoulders, and a member, aroused, poked ... Read more →