FFF Prompt - July 5 - Independence Day
Word Limit - 237
Forbidden Word - Fireworks
Extra Credit - Put the action on July 5th
It is hard being a famous princess. The woodland creatures and children look up me.
Worse, I had to plan a wedding once a year, because everyone knows that weddings are the “happily ever after”.
My handsome prince, was impatient during the umpteenth wedding, as he muttered: “every stupid July 5th.”
I kept my smile, and nodded slightly. We knew the routine, kissed when expected with large smiles on our faces, and rushed towards the carriage with rice being thrown, amidst trumpets, people cheering, the creatures waving goodbyes, even the doves calling down a congratulations as they flew over.
The white carriage, with its perfect-heart-shaped-carved-out-backing, so people can observe our happiness. I leaned my head on his shoulder, conscious of the numerous eyes watching our departure. He also knew the eyes were directed to the back of us. He kicked the basket at our feet, the clink of glass apparent; I gave a sigh of relief at seeing the alcohol bottle with glasses. He reached over, seemingly to embrace me closer, reached in and pinched my nipple, hard. He began twisting it viciously as he whispered his commands, the eyes peering at our backs us becoming farther away. Those wicked words wound me up. He ordered me to lift my dress, slipped his hand up my thigh, then grasped and ripped my panties off. A little bit of lace is hardly a barrier.
His fingers sought my already dripping sex, and he roughly pushed three inside me, his other fingers still created a wave of pain to my nipple. As his fingers fucked me, he told me how I was to strip naked once we got to the secret glade and serve him, the tortured foreplay that was going to occur as I was tied to a tree, how he was going to fuck me raw against a rock till my back bled. “Cum,” he commanded as he felt the tightening around his fingers. “Cum,” and I convulsed around his fingers, the pain and pleasure so exquisite.
As with the first honeymoon, I gave up complete independence, and loved every minute of submissiveness.
Interesting take! Poor guy. While I felt his frustration, he seemed to enjoy their 'honeymoon' well enough lolReplyDelete
I always wondered what happened after it said they lived happily ever after! Great take! So fun FFFing with you!ReplyDelete
Great post! Hey wanted to respond to your comment on my blog but didn't have an e-mail. You know the Killer Angels book you mentioned by Michael Shaara was followed up by his son Jeff who completed a triology about the Eastern Theatre of the war. Jeff Shaara has just finished a book in that same style about Vicksburg called A Chain of Thunder. I have not read it yet but it is on my to-do list.ReplyDelete
A very interesting variation on HEA... :) As for the wedding a year... gakkk!ReplyDelete
There is something so delightful about submissiveness - especially when it is least expected.ReplyDelete
(I see another pair of lacy knickers got destroyed!)
Mmmmm, this is a tasty little treat. :-)ReplyDelete
My favorite line: "A little bit of lace is hardly a barrier." I love it.
So much better than a fairy tale.ReplyDelete
This is the kind of ending that we need to more fairy tales. But A shot of cum kind of makes it a happy ending after all. I wonder what the bunny rabbits think as they watch their princess get railed up against the rock.ReplyDelete
Great entry for FFF! Thanks for joining in!