Well of course she changed. The change thrust upon her. She had no choice in the matter. What she experienced with Erich, was the dawning of a new day, the blooming of the rose. Something she would cherish. The club, well, the club would never suck her under. This much she was certain.
“You know, my Princess, our time is soon to part. Your brothers will return to themselves, and you will flee together, back to resume your lives.”
How she wished for her voice again! Even if it were only a few words to let him know she would never leave him. Instead, all she could do was shake her head to make her point.
He smiled then, but there was no happiness or joy emanating from him. In turn, it depressed her as well. Was their time together coming to an end? Would she be forced to say goodbye to him once and for all?
“Just know that I love you, Princess, that I will always love you. This precious gift you’ve given to me has been a brief respite from the torturous world I live day in and day out.”
Then he kissed her, and his cock found its way if by magic to her waiting womanly entrance, still damp with anticipation. She opened her legs a bit further, and he thrust inside her. The immediate liquid fire swept through her as he took her with long, languid strokes. Each erotic wave erasing from her mind the fear they would soon part forever.
***
Valentina was waiting with a surprise for Princess the first night she would dance for the patrons of the Swan Club.
From the small cell Princess was used to sleeping in for several weeks, she was moved to a much bigger room far away from the kitchen, and its various smells and noises.
The room was fit for a princess done up in subtle shades of blue. The mattress of the bed, as well as the pillows, were overstuffed with feathers, and covered in silk. The bureau and night table were of the finest forest wood and intricately carved with marble handles. On the bureau was a tray of fine cosmetics, lotions, and potions. It was a feast for the eyes, and the senses.
The room still lacked a window. Perhaps Valentina feared she would slip out during the night to meet a young man, and disappear forever. There was a lock, though. Now she could feel secure behind the door.
Then Princess’s eyes caught sight of the illustrated book of lovemaking she inherited from Tinsel, and hidden so well under her bed. She blushed bright scarlet when she realized Valentina knew about the book.
Valentina’s hand moved Princess’s hair from her neck, and caressed her delicate skin. Her fingertips were then replaced by her lips, causing a shiver to pass through her, and weaken her knees.
When Valentina turned her to face her, she had a well pleased look on her face, her blood red lips curled into a smile. Maybe she thought she pleased Princess, but did not realize that all Princess felt was revulsion at the evil witch’s touches and attempts at romance.
It would all be over very soon.
Princess chanted the line over and over in her head.
She felt nothing short of relief when Valentina exited the new room without touching her any further. Was she merely an object in a game of seduction by the woman; that over time, she would take more and more liberties with her body?
That night, before Princess would take the stage, she used her seamstress skills, and altered her costume by adding sparkling threads, and hand sewed pearls to give an allover shimmer. She still did not have a white swan costume, something she coveted. She still was determined to have it before she left the club forever.
It would be her swan song.
When she walked out and stood on the stage, the crowd was enthusiastic, and she basked in their applause and mass love. When she danced, it was the most glorious feeling. She felt that with the audience’s attention only on her, she could leap higher, spin forever, reach a dizzying pleasure that only Erich’s lovemaking could surpass.
Later that night, she lay in bed in the total darkness waiting for sleep which would not come. Throwing back the silk sheets, she got to her feet, and eased open the door. Looking both ways, she saw no one, and exited.
She walked the halls and corridors, and came to a dark stairway leading to an upstairs.
Did she dare go up?
A wild thrill at the possibility of being caught out of her room came over her. Perhaps by some wealthy patron from the club who became lost looking for the comfort facilities? Who would fuck her up against the wall, and beg her to run away with him forever.
The thought was nothing more than a wild fantasy she conjured in her head. The only man she wanted was Erich. She ascended the stairs on tip toes, careful to avoid any creaking from the old wood beneath her feet.
When she reached the top, there was nothing but a large, dark room with an open hatch. Shapes stood out in the dim light the moon cast. Princess felt around the various objects, as she made her way toward the hatch. Desperate to inhale the fresh air she’d been denied since her arrival. She recognized a few chairs, a couch, and a dressmaker mannequin.
Finally, she poked her head out the open hatch. The touch of the gentle blowing breeze invigorated her senses. She could see nothing but the moon’s reflection on the lake. The same lake she and Erich rowed upon in her lucid dream. She leaned heavily against the wall. All
