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The corruption of Princes By Argus Chapter 1: The Black Prophecy Rising from amongst the towering cliffs like some brooding elemental beast of old, the great castle of Regent stood tall and firm against the encroachment of the centuries. Beneath it's ancient grey walls huddled the inner city, it's own encircling walls a mere shadow of the castles grandeur. Huge barges laden with goods creaked down the mighty river Raine, as crowds bustled and jostled in the markets. Disciplined soldiers patrolled the walls as the great roads swelled with traffic and the city filled with noise and industry. It was a magnificent sight, the most powerful city in the world at the height of its power and glory. The subjects of Regent were always proud of their city, but today was a day of even greater significance and celebration than usual. Prince Victor had returned from battling barbarian tribesmen in far away lands. Young, bold and handsome, the mighty Prince was beloved by all the people of the land. Today a special celebration was being held by his aged Father, King Ulric and thus a national holiday had been declared. All of Regent's subjects were in attendance. Coloured pennants hung from the walls, rose petals littered the streets and joyous crowds thronged the city, desperate to catch even a fleeting sight of their prince. It was a day of joy for all. Well nearly all. With a heave of his shoulders, Squire Pablo hefted his spade and shovelled another heap of dung across the stables into the barrow behind him. Thick black flies buzzed in the air and sweat dripped down his brow as he gritted his teeth and continued to work. It wasn't fair. When he had ridden with the prince six months ago as one of his faithful squires, he had believed that glory awaited him. He would prove himself in battle and become a great knight. But he had learnt a hard lesson. Although none of the other squires were more courageous in battle than he, or more diligent in study, they had all become knights and he was still a nobody. The reason was simple. They were from families of power and influence and thus they had been rewarded and promoted for political purpose. His family were exiles. They had fled from Lusia when a great revolution had occurred. His family were only minor nobles and his father had been forced to beg and plead for Pablo to be even recognised as a squire. With his olive skin, dark hair and foreign accent, Pablo had found it hard to make friends in this cold and distant land and despite all of his best efforts it seemed that he would be doomed to spend the rest of his life mucking out the stables and performing the most menial of tasks. Disgusted with his fate he threw his spade to one side and stormed out, his once fine riding boots caked with dung and filth. Nobody else seemed to be fulfilling their duties today, he was just wasting his time! Infuriated, he decided that he would go for a walk to clear his head. These celebrations sickened him. Prince Victor was a mighty warrior true, but it had only been thanks to the brave men who had fought at his side that victory had been achieved. Where were the celebrations for him? Feeling bubbling resentment surge in his hot Lusian spirit, Pablo angrily pushed through the city, till the crowds began to thin. He found himself in a quiet part of the city... the temple district. The streets here were all but empty and he allowed himself to wander through the elegant facades of the various temples till his feet led him into the backstreets. Here, ancient temples that had been built when the city first grew had been allowed to fall into ruin and he picked his way past the statues and icons of Gods and Goddesses long forgotten. At the end of the alleyway, amongst a copse of blackened shrivelled trees stood an old ruined marble temple. A statue stood at the entrance, but it was too weather worn to tell who it depicted, save that they were female. A strange curiosity overcame Pablo and he crept nearer. A powerful heady incense seemed to flow from the temple and he slowly crept to the door. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Goddess," whispered a voice at his ear suddenly and he yelped in surprise and span to find an old woman standing behind him. She was dressed in shades of black, but not coarse cloth... instead her clothes were rich and fine. Silks and satins adorned her body and it was clear that once she had been beautiful. Her face was still handsome, but age had withered it, though the eyes still glittered blue and bright, full of secrets and knowledge. "It has been a long time since any have come here, I bid thee welcome. You seem... unsettled, can I aid you at all traveller?" "You startled me that's all," complained Pablo as he eyed her with suspicion. "Are you a Priestess? I've never even heard of the Dark Goddess." The old woman spread her robes wide. "I am High Priestess Eive, last faithful servant of the Dark Goddess. She whose worship was banned and all but wiped out. She is the Goddess of envy, of lust, of jealousy. She revels in the supremacy of women and the manipulation of the weak. And I feel in your heart the very resentment and envy that feeds her dark spirit. Will you not come in and worship her?She is soooo hungry after all these ages." Backing away slowly from what was clearly a mad women, Pablo held his hands out. "I... I think it best that I leave you to your worship Priestess. Your dark Goddess has nothing that I desire." "Oh? Not even the means to gain the honour and glory you seek, young squire? All your life you have fought so hard and proven yourself again and again. Why do those whose talents pale into insignificance to your own gain reward and you have nothing? Why should Prince Victor have all the power when you have earned your fair-share?" The woman's voice was seductive and tugged at Pablo's hidden desires. It was as if she were reading his mind. He turned slowly. "How did you know all that old woman? How can your Goddess help me?" "Come inside and see..." she smiled, walking into the entrance of the temple. For a moment Pablo hesitated, then drawn by a sudden dark temptation, he slowly followed... *** *** Inside the temple the air was heavy with sensual musk and there was a powerful throbbing like a heart beating. Pablo felt his skin tingle and to his surprise he began to feel aroused and dizzy. He followed the High Priestess past a statue that resembled a beautiful woman, her arms spread wide to show her perfect body, a cruel smile on her wicked lips. They entered a small alcove and descended down a tunnel. The air was hot and moist and the throbbing grew more powerful causing Pablo to groan involuntary as they descended. It seemed to him that the Eive was changing. Her hair showed hints of blonde now amongst the grey and her body seemed to have swollen to resemble that of a beautiful and tempting young woman. "Behold... the Blood of the Goddess!" she cried in rapture as they entered a small chamber at the base of the tunnel. "Can you feel her power?" Pablo gasped as he beheld a dark vision and felt an arousal beyond anything he had ever experienced. Red torches lined the small room but he had only eyes for what lay in the middle. Here a large circular pool had been formed from stone and inside, a dark black liquid shone potently in the dim light. Power throbbed from the black goo and Pablo realised this was the source of the lustful throbbing that seemed to pulse in his heart. He backed away fearfully, realising that this was the source of some unholy and wicked power. His soul was in peril and he needed to escape. As he turned, his eyes widened. Eive, the High Priestess had changed! The old woman was gone replaced by a beautiful blonde. Her body was perfect, tanned and ripe, her lips full and pink, her blue eyes tempting and terrible. She advanced towards him, causing him to fearfully back to the edge of the pool. "Here is the last remaining source of the Goddesses power. Here her unholy blood once fell to the ground. It is the last remaining source of her power now all worship has withered, but through its dark power she shall rise again. According to the Black Prophecy the Goddess shall once more rule all the heavens just as her Dark Daughter will rule all of the Earth. And now the Prophecy shall be fulfilled!" With an insane laugh, the High Priestess pushed Pablo hard and he lost his balance tumbling into the dark pool behind with a soft gloop. "NOOOO!" he screamed as he half sank and was half pulled into the dark liquid, feeling it surround and cover him. His clothes burnt away, consumed by the power as tendrils of darkness wrapped round his body and writhed over his skin. He thrashed and struggled, trying to pull free as on the shore Eive laughed insanely and fell to her knees worshipping in rapture. Then as he struggled a wonderful feeling began to fill him and he relaxed, allowing the dark energy to ooze and cover him."Mmmhhh, what's happening?" he groaned ceasing his struggle fully as the black liquid eagerly enveloped him. His tanned skin began to ripple and bubble as he was sucked under the black liquid and he felt the delicious goo seep into every pore of his being. He moaned, stretching as he felt his body hair vanish and his skin whiten and soften. Raven dark hair cascaded down his head as he grew taller and more shapely, his body toned and powerful yet devastatingly feminine. With a gasp, his chest pushed out and started to swell, two full rounded globes swelling and expanding sexily. Now his fingernails lengthened and his hips widened as a delicious hot slit opened between his legs and his buttocks firmed. The black power of the Goddess was filling him and transforming him into some corrupt being of pure lust! All those years he'd just sat around and let others claim the glory... wasn't it time that he had his shot. Wasn't it time that he had the power that he deserved? Wicked lips curving into a smile, Pablo gasped as dark dirty thoughts filled his mind. He felt so powerful, so sexy. He rose slowly from the pool, spinning in the air and stroking his amazing body as black slime still dripped over his skin. It began to solidify and spread, covering him in clothing appropriate for his new body. Tall black riding boots encased his legs, as a tight corset crushed round his waist causing his boobs to push up and outward. A long, black figure hugging dress fell around his body as make-up shimmered across his face and silver jewellery entwined elegantly amongst his dark hair and dripped from his ears. "Ooooh I feel so sexy, so powerful," moaned Pablo as he floated slowly down out of the air to land by the pool with a heeled clop. Dark energy crackled around him and he opened his long lashes to reveal soft blue eyes, hypnotic, commanding and darkly wicked. "Wh... what have you done to me?" he marvelled, looking down at his soft creamy body, feeling the enticing weight of his new breasts. He held out his hands and turned them over and around, examining his slender fingers and long nails. They looked... wonderful. His entire body seemed to be throbbing with hot lust and dark visions. He felt amazing. The High Priestess was kneeling before him, she lifted her pretty head, her arms spread wide. "Behold, you are filled with the power of the Goddess now. She has given you what you need to take what is rightfully yours." As the Priestess spoke the word 'Power' Pablo felt himself grow wet at the thought. Visions of all those knights and fools who had been promoted above him kneeling at his booted feet made him groan with desire. "Noooo, this isn't what I wanted. I don't want to be a woman, turn me back!" The Priestess giggled, "Oh? You don't want this power? You don't want to be able to make men fall at your feet and worship you? You don't want women to envy and emulate you? You don't want to be able to take everything you've always wanted and more?" "I... I... I don't know what you mean. I just want to get what's right, no more!" groaned Pablo gripping his soft head in his new hands as he felt conflicting emotions burn in his mind. "Don't you want to make Prince Victor pay? After all he was the one who has passed you over for promotion time and time again. Don't you remember? You saved his life at the Battle of the Stranfold, but he knighted that dolt Jalwen instead of you." As she spoke, Pablo felt a growing anger in his heart. The Priestess was right. Prince Victor had been nothing but ungrateful. How dare he? With this body he could get revenge, take what he wanted... but no... it was wrong! "Besides which," continued the Priestess slyly, "Don't you want to know what it feels like? Doesn't it feel good to be in your new body? Let me show you..." Crawling on her hands and knees towards him, Pablo stepped back slightly uncertainly as Eive grabbed his booted legs and looked up at him with a naughty expression in her blue eyes. Giggling, she slid her head under his long skirt and Pablo gasped as he felt her head brushing against his slender white thighs. "Doesn't it feel good as I kiss your thighs with my soft wet lips?" she giggled. Pablo groaned as Eive kissed and caressed his legs and he felt her hands slide up over his ass. Her sexy blonde head was now between his thighs and he groaned as her small pink tongue lapped slowly at his new pussy and he felt it moisten and throb with pleasure. "Oooh, what are you doing?" he gasped as Eive giggled and began to lick and slurp at his new body and without realising what he was doing his hands dropped down to fondle and touch his amazing tits. "Mmmmh, ohhh don't stop!" groaned Pablo as Eive licked and licked and hot wet juices ran down. As she pleasured him her voice seemed to whisper directly into his mind, poisoning his thoughts and making him groan with lust. "This is only the beginning, let me guide you and Prince Victor will fall at your feet. Power will be yours. You will be able to indulge every whim, every pleasure... become the Mistress you are destined to be..." "OOOOH YESSSS!" screamed Pablo as he began to orgasm and he shook and quivered, his eyes rolling in his head. "Ooooh I'll do it... I'll do whatever you want, I need it!" "Soon it will be what you want, you will be the Mistress and no one, not even I, will doubt your power. You have been chosen by the Dark Goddess to become her Daughter. Embrace your destiny... Alectra!" With a scream Alectra shook and shivered, yessss, it felt so good to be a woman. "Oooh, you nasty slut, give me more... I demand more." For the next few hours the temple would be full of hot feminine moans and gasps... just as in the days of old. But this was only the beginning... Chapter 2: To catch a Prince. Queen Felicia yawned tiredly as her carriage rattled through the streets of Regent. She was so bored. It was her unfortunate fate that she had married a much older man and although Ulric was a kind and loving husband, their forty years age difference had made the marriage hard. Ironically she was closer in age to her step-son Victor and she knew she had only been made to marry Ulric for the political convenience it offered her small nation when the old Queen died. Now she was merely waiting for her husband to die so she could at least slip into grateful retirement. There was unlikely to be any issue from their relationship, the old king had proven unable to fulfil their love... indeed she was still a virgin. In the meantime she amused herself with regular shopping outings to Regent's grand market and with her embroidery and needlework. Watching the Queen's carriage grind to a halt, Alectra took a deep breath and steadied herself. She couldn't believe she was actually thinking of going ahead with this. Around her neck the amulet that Eive had given to her tingled and she heard the Priestesses voice in her mind. "Here is the chink that will be your way into the royal family. Queen Felicia is young and bored. Befriend her and your journey begins." "I... I'm still not sure about this," mumbled Alectra as she smoothed down her dress and checked her hair. As she examined the young queen she felt dark stirrings in her soul, this bitch was nothing compared to her. Oooh, why did she feel so nasty all the time? Floating through the crowd towards the royal coach, Alectra slipped by a young guardsman as she smiled into his eyes and he slackly allowed her to pass. She hurried over to the young Queen and then with a careless shove bumped into her. "Oh... your majesty... I am so sorry," cried Alectra falling into a curtsy before the other woman. "I did not see you in the crowd, forgive me." "Are you okay my dear?" asked the concerned Queen, worried that Alectra may have injured herself in the fall. "Of course your Majesty. Indeed I am honoured to have met you, even under circumstances such as these. I see that rumours of your incredible beauty are not exaggerated." Felicia felt herself blush and she allowed the pretty girl to stand up before her. As she gazed at Alectra she felt herself flush with pride that such a beautiful young woman would compliment her. There was something about this girl, the Queen suddenly felt that she wanted to know her better. "Mmmmh, young lady, I see that you are obviously a woman of good breeding and taste. Do you wish to walk with me and tell me of yourself? I have need of a new lady in waiting perhaps you will do?" Alectra smirked and felt a dark thrill run through her. "Oh, of course your Majesty.... I would be honoured!" *** *** Grimacing at the pain in his chest, King Ulric grit his teeth together and tired to stay calm. Damn that woman! What had happened to her? Felicia had once been so timid and demure, but recently she had been acting infuriatingly. He turned to look at her on the throne below him. The once pretty but plain Queen now looked a lot different. Her dress was low cut and showed off every inch of her tanned body, her face now wore a perpetual sulky pout and she had adorned herself in jewels and riches beyond imagining. She had become petulant and selfish and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. Standing behind the Queen, Alectra moved forward slightly to whisper in her ear. It had been a month since she had moved into the palace as one of the Queens ladies in waiting and she had rapidly established herself as the Queens closest advisor and confidant. "Just look how the guard captain stares at you Majesty. Demetrius desires you more than anything." Felicia bit her plump lip and smiled as the beefy guard captain stared hotly at his Queen. Alectra grinned to herself. She was loving being a lady in waiting, but she wanted... needed more. Thanks to the Queen she now had entire rooms full of exotic silks and beautiful dresses. She loved to dress and parade her hot young body in the most amazing clothing. Her pathetic life as Pablo with his rough unkempt clothes seemed so long ago as she stroked her soft skin and played with herself in her room. As the court rose, Alectra followed the Queen to her private chambers where the monarch plopped herself down onto a divan and whined to her lady. "Oh Alectra, I'm so sick of that old fart. You know... it wasn't until you came into my life that I actually started to have fun. I'd never realised how empty my life was until you showed me what I should be doing. Demetrius is rather hot, but surely... surely I can't go that far?" she asked slowly. Smiling Alectra sat down next to her friend and placed a hand on her thigh. She began to slowly slide the Queen's skirt to one side. "Your Majesty can do whatever she wants. All these years you've been a virgin, aching to finally feel the touch of a man. Pleasure your Majesty is all that matters. Men are just toys to be used." "Wh...what are you doing Alectra," moaned the Queen as the sexy girl slid her head between the Queen's thighs and began to lick. "Let me show your Majesty the pleasure that could be hers, mmmmhhh." The Queen moaned as Alectra lapped and licked her tight virgin pussy, making her groan and gasp with pleasure. "Ohhh Alectra... I should have listened to you right from the start. I'll do whatever you tell me... I love it don't stop!" Alectra groaned, reaching down to rub and feel herself. It made her so horny to control the Queen. It was all part of her plan to take the power that she wanted. "Go to the guard captain, make him yours your Majesty," she whispered, dripping naughty poison into the Queens mind. "Yessss, yesss Alectra, I will. I'll do it. I want it so bad!" *** *** Stirring gently from his sleep, King Ulric found himself being shaken awake by his bodyguard. "Your Majesty. One of the Queen's ladies is here, she says it is urgent." Grumbling the king clothed himself and then walked out to find a beautiful woman waiting for him. Alectra knelt before the King and then stood slowly up to look at him demurely. "Your Majesty, there is something you alone must see." Alectra led the King to the Queen's apartments and then round to one of the secret spy holes placed there long ago. Squeezing his ancient eye to the hole, the King gasped as he beheld a terrible sight. Demetrius, his most loyal servant was lying on the Queen's bed whilst Felicia his supposedly innocent queen, moaned as she rode him up and down and squeezed her breasts with abandon. "Ohhh yes, Demetrius, fuck me... take me, I'm yours!" The guard was gasping and grunting in ecstasy as he took the virginity of the Queen, making her feel so alive as she cheated upon her husband the King. "Nooooo!" gasped the old man, stung by this double betrayal. His heart pounded in his chest and he grit his teeth together as the world span and he fell into darkness. Watching from behind him, Alectra closed the spy hole and smiled. She turned to the bodyguard who was looking at her with a shocked expression. "Oh no, the king... my lady... what are you doing? We must help him, it may not be too late... oooh my lady what are you?" Sliding her hands into the bodyguards breaches, Alectra pulled out his cock and licked her lips. "Let the old fool die, then take his body and place it on his throne. Everyone will think he died of natural causes and his son the Prince will be weak with sorrow. Obey me and I shall reward you beyond your imagination. This is but a taste." Sliding her hot pink lips around his cock, Alectra began to suck causing the bodyguard to groan. It almost felt like she was sucking his morals and his willpower out as her head bobbed up and down. "Oooh yesss, Mistress. I will do as you say, please don't stop..." Lying on the floor, the old King groaned and tried to raise his hands feebly as his heart stopped beating and the last thing he heard was the hot wet slurps of Alectra as she took the loyalty of his guard away from him forever... *** *** Black banners hung from the walls of the capital and fluttered in the breeze. Though the coronation was two days since, the Prince had demanded that they be left to mark the memory of his father. Now King Victor sat upon the throne, but he felt no joy in it as an endless stream of well-wishers and sycophants paraded in front of him. "Your Majesty... I am so sorry for your loss," purred Alectra as she knelt at King Victors feet and kissed his hand with her soft pink lips. "For your Father to die so suddenly... if only we knew what had caused the shock that ended him." Looking down at the beautiful girl in front of him, Victor sighed and smiled weakly. "Thank you Lady Alectra. Somehow my heart feels less weary when I speak to you." He gazed into her soft blue eyes. "Maybe you would do the honour of walking with me? My step-mother has locked herself away and refuses to speak to anyone. I would know more if you would tell me." "Of course your Majesty... I would be honoured to join with you in the garden..." Rising from his throne, he took Alectra by the arm. By the Gods she smelt good. As he hooked arms with her and looked at her sensual body he felt the stirrings of lust within his breast and his heart began to beat faster. What was wrong with him? His father had just died and he should not be acting like this... They walked into the private royal garden and the Prince indicated his body guard should stand by the door. The man gave Alectra a strange look, one almost of obedience as if he were waiting for her approval rather than his. She nodded and the guard walked off. How strange? The guard had served his father faithfully, he hoped the shock was not causing him to lose his focus. Entering the secluded area of the garden they sat on a stone bench and Alectra leaned in close to listen to the Prince. "My Lady... you are kind and beautiful. I do not think you could understand, but I am already weary of being King. I never wanted my reign to begin like this... my father found on his throne, his face one of terror and horror. It has made it a hard thing to deal with." "Perhaps your Majesty needs to relax?" purred Alectra, slipping her hand onto his crotch and starting to rub. "My Lady... what are you doing? We should... uuuggghhh," groaned the Prince as Alectra tore off his belt and pulled off his breeches, sinking to her knees to lick and suck his cock. "Just surrender to the feelings Victor. It feels good to let me do what I want doesn't it? Let me suck it, make it bigger..." The Prince moaned as Alectra sank her perfect lips around his dick and began to suck. Pablo would have been disgusted by what she was doing, but Alectra no longer cared. She was a sexy dominating bitch now and soon the Prince would be hers. She sucked it until it was big and bulging, then climbing over the bench she pulled her skirts to one side. "Take me Victor... I'm yours." "Ohhh yes Alectra, oh fuck..." groaned the Prince as he gripped her soft white thighs and bent her over the bench. She moaned, her skirts up over her ass as he slid deep into her and began to pound her from behind. Alectra squealed in ecstasy as she licked her pink lips and groaned. "That's right baby, fuck me... take me with your Princely rod... I need it all the way inside me." Alectra couldn't believe it felt this good to get fucked. Since her transformation she'd known the love of a woman many times and she'd experimented on her own body, but this was amazing. It made it all the more hotter to know that she was in total control and that soon the Prince would be completely addicted to her sexy body. "Mmmmh, that's right Victor... can you feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into me? It's all you can think about now isn't it? I'm all that matters... I'm your Dark Queen now and you will do whatever I tell you. Won't you?" "Ooooh yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes.... Mistress." Victor was overcome by lust and loss. It was so easy to surrender control, Alectra made everything feel much better. "Ooooh Mistress Alectra... marry me and be my Queen." "Mmmmh, I thought you'd never ask slave... mmmmhhh." *** *** Whispers spread across the city of Regent as the people looked around nervously. Black armoured guardsmen patrolled the walls, all wearing the livery of the Queen, a Black Rose. Rumours were abound... the King had not been seen for weeks and had apparently signed a document giving all his powers to his beautiful Queen. It was only a month since the unexpected wedding and the Kingdom was in the grip of a wave of fear. In the throne room, the Kings throne had been removed and a new one set up at the top of the dias. It was small, designed for a woman and Alectra wriggled comfortably on it, feeling power as she gazed at her subjects. Wicked black gauntlets covered her arms ending in long claw like extensions, as she idly tapped them on the sides of the throne. Her body was encased in slender black armour, and wicked black boots. Her hair fell in a long braid down her back, a crown of silver and gold upon her perfect brow. Alectra's cruel lips curved into a smile as she stood up to address her minions. "Unfortunately, the rumours you have heard are true. My husband King Victor has been taken ill. He is now resting in the royal apartments. But I... Queen Alectra shall lead our people, fear not!" Alectra groaned. It felt so good to be in control, to be the Queen. She felt dark energy crackle around her as the soldiers she had seduced and hand picked stood to attention. They now wore black armour instead of the traditional silver of the guard and were loyal only to her. Already they had crushed any and all resistance. The Kingdom was hers, but it was only the beginning. "In order to safeguard the security of our realm, I have made several decrees. Firstly. A great temple is to be built to the Dark Goddess. Second, all men of able fighting age will be recruited into our army. I must expand the borders of my Kingdom by any means necessary. Thirdly and finally, all the sons of the nobility must come to me. I intend to educate them in the power of the Dark Goddess personally and ensure that they learn to unlock their inner... power. The reign of Queen Alectra, Mistress of all has begun!" Turning from her throne, Alectra slipped into her private quarters. Grabbing his chain from the bed, she pulled King Victor like a dog across the floor and sitting in a chair forced his head onto her lap. He stared at her with mindless devotion as Eive emerged from behind a pillar to kneel at the foot of her Queen. "Mistress Alectra, when the temple is finished your power will be unstoppable. Soon your legions will sweep the world and everyone will obey you. I am your blonde servant as always." Alectra smiled and looked around. She could feel the last remains of Pablo fade away and be destroyed as she became the all powerful bitch she was destined to be. "Yessss, this is only the beginning. No one can stop me now, NO ONE MWHAHAHAHAHA!" THE END.