Linda's strange vacation

The girl literally raped every young and old servitor of the king and queen. It is said that she was soft?skinned and extremely beautiful and her response to the male population was met with applause and pleasure.

Disorder broke out in the kingdom and a veritable City of Sodom ensued.” Linda watched Arthur as he minutely described the many details of the fascinating story. The man's eyes glowed and he appeared to see the many sensual events before him as he told the tale. “The princess died of sexual and sadistic abuse brought on mostly by her own hands. I have often wondered if the myth of the fruit is true or whether it was her own nature that destroyed her. At any rate you can see that the story enthralls me.

And what about you, doesn't it have its effect?”

Linda had no idea of what her uncle wanted to have her answer with, but she decided to adhere to his enthusiasm.

“It is an astounding story, if it is true?”

“What do you mean if it is true? I am convinced that it is. Why there is even some documentation attesting to its validity. I am really surprised Linda that you think that it is a mere figment of someone's imagination.” Linda was quick to ward off a possible angry spell that she felt she might have to endure. Words were her best protection, although Arthur was rarely fooled by rhetoric or perfumed and flattering words.

“Oh, I'm sure it has some basis of truth in it. I was just wondering whether all of it can be substantiated.”

Arthur smiled and his hands tightly grasped the book he was holding.

“Linda, you're a wonderful little liar in your way. But I must admit, I am fond of you.” They exchanged smiles. It was difficult to say whether it was an exchange between enemies or friends. Their expressions were extremely marked by a marked ambiguity.

“I only told you that story to let you know that you have become the princess Ancella for me. There is no fruit here to offer you but everyday henceforth you will taste an exotic dish of fruit which I have ordered. They are all different, but I am sure one of them will have an effect on you.” He laughed crazily and at first Linda laughed with him feeling that Arthur was giving vent to his peculiar sense of humor. Then it dawned on the youngster that he was quite serious in his endeavor.

A shiver caused Linda to grow pale and contemplate on her sort, on the defence she would have to present.

Words failed the girl and the only reaction she presented to her merciless uncle were a few drops of bitter tears.

“Enough of that. It is not going to help matters. I've made up my mind.” Linda appeared crushed, broken in two. Her uncle placed his sinewy arms around her shoulders. He kissed her hair and her temple and patted her on her rump.

“What do you think of Alice, my dear?”

Linda was shaken from her depression. It was a surprising question to hear after such a tense quarter of an hour.

“Why she seems perfectly alright to me.”

“Well, my little one, I've prepared a treat for you. You've had everyone amongst us with the exception of our delicious maid. It is only normal that you see for yourself what delicate sensual delights she may have in store for you and I hope the act will be a mutual affair.” Suddenly Linda's thoughts brought Alice quickly to mind. The maid was a luscious little thing. She was much more peppery and juicy than Lola. But there was something common in her that made Linda pucker up despite her will not to give her reactions away. And, however, if Alice was good enough for Bert, and even Arthur, then she must have some saving grace.

“You two young ladies are going to perform in front of me in just a few minutes. You know we have no cinema here or ballroom and we have to make up our own entertainment.” Linda was led over to a sumptuous divan cover with a purple fabric that was warm and soft. Arthur told her that this was to be the decor of their love act.

He went over to his bureau and pressed a buzzer. It was obviously for Alice. Linda noticed that there were a series of buttons and that all Arthur had to do was press one or any given number and his 'victims' were requested to answer.

In no time flat, Alice entered the room. The maid was dressed in lace that was as scanty as the attire of a newly?wed. Her sexual commonness was exaggerated but not unpleasant. She looked bike a tart with her high heels and her peek?a boo panties and bra.

On a closer glance Linda was able to detect that oddity of the outfit that gave the girl a peculiar allure, although Alice could never have looked more sexual.

The girl wore frilly purple garters attached to old?fashioned black?brown stockings. Her extremely tight panties was chewed away by what seemed to be moths. A clutch of pubic hair stuck out at one end and a part of the curve of the left buttock made its appearance as well.

Alice had full breasts and they stood at attention in a jet black and white bra that scarcely covered the vitals.

Extra height was gained through the use of very high Italian shoes that blended with the ensemble.