Chapter 5 Four

The purr of the engine brings my attention to the car moving forward away from the pet store. Streets pass by and the thoughts of escaping vanish. I am trapped with strong arms wrapped around me as Prince Alekai's lips roam from my neck down to my collar bone, the enhancement drugs causing my body to slowly heat up with this erotic action. A small moan escapes my lips when the Prince bites me gently, a chuckle being my response from him.

"I am not one for enhancement drugs, but I do enjoy the benefits it brings." He whispers into my ear, one of his hand freeing my breast from the skimpy top, the other moving to draw slow circles on my stomach. The Prince continues his ministrations, lips kissing any free skin while both his hands find their way to groping me, fingers pinching the hard buds that are my nipples.

"P-please stop." I stutter out in a whimper, squeezing my legs tight trying to stop the ache building.

"Sorry Little Song Bird but if I stop, then I wont be satisfied and I'll end up doing more." Prince Alekai answers, his voice husky. Lips replace fingers as his mouth descends upon my breast rolling the hard bud between his teeth and sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me. His free hand is pushed between my legs where the tips of his fingers find the wet material that barely blocks my entrance from his exploration. My mind is hazy with the pleasure his lips and hands bring, Prince Alekai changing from biting my hard nipple to sucking on it, the feeling of liquid flowing out as the milk produced is suckled and drank by him. Strong fingers tear away the material guarding my wet pussy before being pushed deep inside me, massaging my insides as a low sensual moan escapes me. All sense of time leaves me, the pleasure building inside with each stroke of these fingers with my juices seeping out. My hips involuntarily grind against him, my mind focused on only the pleasure and relief I seek to the pressure that keeps building as the sounds of my moan and Prince Alekai suckling from my breasts fill the limousine. The speed of the fingers inside me increase, causing me to cry out as my walls twitch and squeeze, relief of an orgasm crashing down around my hazy mind. Taking deep breaths, I finally break through the haze that consumed me to find myself laying on my back, Prince Alekai above me, licking his fingers clean from my cum as he grinds into me, his pants the only thing separating his hard bulge from taking my virginity as the car comes to a stop.

"Guess I'll have to wait for tonight to take every inch of you." He chuckles out, a grin on his face. I go to move, but the Prince is too fast as I find my hands pinned above me with his lips, still holding the tase of my cum and breast milk, claim mine. His tongue invades my mouth while he continues to grind against, the pressure building once again and turning my mind into a hazy mush but I pray that something makes this stop as I wanted to find some way away from the man above me, my body feeling used and dirty from the way the Maid at the Pet Shop and Prince Alekai has touched me. As if answering my prayers, a knock on the window snaps the Prince away from me, bringing me some relief while I distance myself from him and rearrange the skimpy clothes to cover myself as best as possible. He chuckles at my movements, shaking his head at me as I glare back at Prince Alekai before the door is opened and I am left alone to my thoughts as Prince Alekai leaves the limousine. I was kidnapped and turned into a slave – a sex slave. I was bought by the Prince of this nation. And if I stay here with no chance of escape, I will lose my virginity quickly to a man that only sees me as his property and nothing else. What I need to do now is escape, and soon.

"Miss Lyra?" I jump, a light musical voice sounding from outside the vehicle before a face greets me with a warm smile.

"Hello, his Highness would like for you to come with me and have you prepared for later tonight." Dread settles into me as I take in the appearance of the young women before me. Her chestnut coloured hair is pristinely pulled on top of her head styled into a neat bun. Her gaze is warm as she smiles at me, the wind ruffling her black and white uniform that she pushes down to keep from riding up. What finally clues me in to her position here in the palace is the apron tied around her waist. I had seen this familiar uniform many times in Aime's studio, her father and her being the suppliers that supply the uniforms to the Royal Palace worker. She was one of the maids that worked here, and if I am correct, is assigned to Prince Alekai's wing.

"How do you know my name?" I ask wearily, refusing to move from my position in the limousine as the Maid and I stair at each other.

"The driver called ahead of time while the Prince purchased you. Everything you need is already assembled and waiting in the Prince's chambers where you will stay."

"How can that be when you don't know my size or-"

"We know every thing about you Miss Lyra from the bra size you wear to your medical history." My face blanches at her statement and I take a deep breath. My privacy is gone and so is my life at this point. But the chance of escape still had hope simmering inside me.

"Now if you will get out, I will take you to the Prince's room." Her words left no room for an argument. To this Maid, I was a pet, a person meant to comfort my owner. I am not a human being anymore in the eyes of the law and could be treated like a dog being led on a leash. I did not want to be lead away from the safety of the limousine just to be the Prince's plaything but had no choice to refuse this Maid. Refusal would most likely lead to punishment. With a sigh, I slide myself closer to the door watching the Maid back away to the side and allowing me to exit. The view before me as I stood, stretching my cramped muscles from being confined and played with by Prince Alekai, took my breath away. The Palace, a five story white brick building with ivy growing along some crevices looked like a place out of a fairy tale. Impeccable gardens with fountains full of crystal clear water.

Turning to look back at the limousine, I realize that other than the Maid, the Driver who is climbing back into the vehicle, and myself that no one else is around. This sparks a small bit of hope as I take this chance to run, my body moving on its own down the elaborate drive way in hopes of finding my freedom. But my escape is short lived as guards appear out of nowhere, surrounding me with no room to maneuver around them.

"Miss Lyra, please understand that we cannot let you leave. You are the Prince's property, making you a royal pet. If you were to escape or to be injured under our watch, we would be heavily punished." The maid appears behind me, her face an emotionless mask as I turn to face the young woman. It is at this moment I realize that I am condemned to the fate as a pet. I had to give up any hope of escape now as the guards surrounding me would stop any movement I make by force. With no choice in my own life anymore and shoulders slumping in defeat, the guards take this as their que to guide me back towards the Palace entrance, the Maid placing a hand on the small of my back probably to grab me the moment I try to make another futile escape.

"Thank you gentlemen, but I think I can handle the Prince's pet from here." Once inside the Palace entrance, the grand doors are shut and I am left to stare at what is the beginning of my new home. Unfortunately for me, the Palace would be more like a prison for many years to come.

"Miss Lyra, I know you are not here on you own accord and I am sorry, but orders are orders for me. I am Elisa, the maid in charge of making sure you are safe and well groomed. To the people working and living inside the Palace, I am your handler. But hopefully you can count on me as a friend." I just nod at Elisa as she explains her roll and what is expected of me as a pet, unable to enjoy the beauty of the Palace interior while she takes my arms and leads me up the grand staircases.

"As you know, the Prince has yet to chose a Princess consort. As such, the King recommended he get himself a companion from the pet store. It was a way to ensure that if the Prince owned the companion, then the Royal family would not have to deal with a scandal on their hands. This is why you are here." Elisa continues to talk endlessly, filling the quiet ascent with rules and regulations within the Palace, how a pet is supposed to act during Royal Balls and Formal Events, how a pet is required to dress, where a pet is allowed and forbidden. Rules that will be the shackle to said prison. After climbing three floors, my legs were beginning to feel heavy and I was happy when instead of turning to climb the fourth set of stairs, Elisa led me towards the right corridor.

"Stand still." She orders me, and I comply. A gold chain is slipped round my neck tight enough that I cannot pull it over my head to take it off but loose enough to slip two fingers between the chain and my neck. A single gold chain is attached to the main one with a charm dangling from it. I wasn't stupid and realized that the charm was the royal crest but altered with two wolves in either side of the crest. This was a collar to match the shackling rules and furthering my status as a pet.

"This is the Prince's crest and this necklace is only removable with his thumb print. You are free to roam the Palace grounds and this chain not only keeps you from leaving without the Prince by your side, but also lets others know who you belong to." Elisa pauses her speech as I absorb her information. I could explore the Palace without repercussions on my own but would be trapped inside without any escape. This collar is designed in a way it could not be tampered with and I had a feeling that there is more to it.

"You are allowed outside of the Palace with his Highness but understand that if you leave his side after a ten meter radius you will be injected with a drug that will render you weak and possibly immobile while the GPS tracker alerts someone to your position so that you can be collected." She continues before motioning me to follow her.

"This floor belongs to the Prince and where you will live. You are to be in the bedroom by nine O'clock each night but other than that, you are free to do as you please unless the Prince gives you an order." Lead to a massive double oak door way, two Guards stationed on either side open the entrance, revealing a large, brightly lit sitting room. A massive flat screen television is mounted onto the wall opposite of the door above a stone fireplace, a fire already roaring warming up the room. Plush black sofas look enticing and the thought of sitting on them cross my mind. The final touch to this room is a small kitchenet off the side with floor to ceiling windows letting in the sunlight. Without given a chance to explore the first room, Elisa takes my hand pulling me with her towards another set of double doors opened and waiting for us to step through while the first set is closed by the guards. This time I am greeted by the sight of a large bed room, a canopy king size bed with red and gold covering and a mountain of plush pillows wait for me. I swallow hard knowing that this would be the bed I would be sharing with Prince Alekai soon. Again, the room has floor to ceiling glass windows with another wall full of built in book shelves split in half by a large tapestry with the same crest on my necklace and a few arm chairs placed in front of the beautiful tapestry. A perfect reading nook to relax with a good book full of natural light. If the foreshadowing of my impending virginity loss wasn't a dampening on my mood, I would have been excited to have a room like this.

"There's more to this room Miss Lyra." Elisa smiles, beckoning me to follow her which – unfortunately – I have to no matter what. Leading me across the room towards another set of double doors, Elisa smiles mischievously at me, motioning me to take the lead.

"I think this might be your favourite part of the living courter miss Lyra." Frowning at her secrecy, I cautiously step towards the doors, grasping each handle and pausing to say a silent prayer hoping for protection. Finally, with a push, the doors open revealing a bright room. Once again, the windows are floor to ceiling, contributing to the bright space. But what is most shocking is the fact that this is a large bathroom designed as a spa. Cream curtains are pulled back to allow the light to filter into the room matching the cream walls that give the bathroom a warm and relaxing feel. A large shower sits to the far right corner, made out of black marble with the glass sparkling as if translucent. One would have to look closely or else they could walk into the glass walls. On the left side of the room sits a vanity with a his and hers sink combination, the wall a mirror to allow one to get ready easily and beside that is a shelf the holds ever last form of bath product from bath salts to bubble baths and everything in between. The most magnificent piece though is the large black marble infinity bath tub that sits in the center of the room closest to the windows. Steam rose into the air as the water continues to flow, creating a surreal effect as the scent of roses and mint fills the air. I yearned to soak away the disgusting feeling of the Slave Market and the stress accumulated this morning, wanting nothing more to fade into the water and hopefully come up in my own home as if this is all a bad dream. But the cool chain around my neck reminds me this is reality.

"It's time for you to bathe Miss Lyra, after that the prep team will be in to prep your body." Elisa states, leading me towards the infinity tub and helping me to undress. She bids me good bye, stating she will be back within two hours after the beauty specialist have helped me scrubbed the grime away and freshen me up, allowing me some form of privacy for a moment. I climb into the tub, realizing there is enough space for three people and sigh. I have a feeling the Prince would want to enjoy some quality time in here. The hot scented water does wonders in helping my muscles relax, my body feeling like it is melting away as I submerge myself underneath for a few seconds, letting my mind go blank while I slowly accept reality. This is my fate. No longer was I a culinary student studying to better my life. I was a pet, owned for my master pleasure. I could either accept the role and the luxuries that come with it or die trying to escape. An idea pops into my mind and I surface from the water, lean back against the tub and smile as I look out the window. I could accept the luxuries of my stay while looking for a way to escape. Why waste an opportunity of pampering as I have a feeling I would be stuck here for a while until I can regain my freedom.

Some time later, three ladies dressed in a light blue uniform stroll into the bathroom, each pushing some form of cart and readying the equipment quietly to the side. I watch curiously, wondering what their plans are as I realize these ladies are the prep team. Two finish their current job and come towards me with a friendly smile.

"Hello Miss Lyra, we are here to help you bathe and prep your body." The first one speaks. She is short, maybe five foot three inches with curly red hair contained as best as it can be in a messy bun. Her tanned skin matched her curly red hair and bright green friendly eyes beautifully and I smile back at her.

"I wont be difficult since its your job." I reply, giving them permission to do what they have to do. The second lady sighs, as if in relief, most likely worried that I would throw a fit and make things difficult for them. But being from a damaged home and poverty, I understood their fears better than anyone else. The second lady is a curvy women with braided black hair and dark, almost chocolate coloured skin. She is a rare African American decent and carries her heritage proudly from what I can tell. The war really took a tole on the human population and many cultures were lost. It was refreshing to see this woman working happily and with her skin glowing beautifully in the sunlight, I just know I am in capable hands. She turns and walks to the shelves, picking and choosing from the products until she returns and the two get to work, helping me to scrub my body clean and being careful not to touch any sensitive spots that would cause a reaction due to the stupid drugs the Pet Store injected into me.

Their hands were gentle yet strong as they helped ease even more tension from my body. I felt like a princess in the moment, letting my body relax in their care as the grimy feeling from this morning washed away. Once declared fully clean by the ladies, the two help me out of the tub and help me dry off, both complimenting me on my hair and body while the third woman fiddles with more equipment and prepares a massage bed where I am finally lead to and asked to lie down.

"The next process may hurt Miss Lyra, please bear with it for now." The red head warns, giving me a sympathetic look before a table is rolled towards me and the unmistakable smell of wax reaches my nose. I understand what is next as Aime loved getting her brows waxed, and if the warning is true, I am not going to like the next phase. As if on que, the ladies begin to spread wax onto every part of my body, apologizing along the way as I cry out in pain. Tears flow freely from my eyes as the experience its something I never thought would happen.

"We are almost done Hun. The last part unfortunately will be the most painful." I just nod, asking for a moment to ready myself as they clean up the current mess and prepare for what I learned is a bikini wax, one that left me very sore. All hair but my now perfectly sculpted eye-brow and soon to be styled and cut hair.

"Now is the best part Miss Lyra. Just close your eyes and relax." The third woman says with a musical lilt to her voice. Before I know it, the ladies smooth warm oil onto the sore parts of my body where wax have removed any hair. The massage slowly soothes my aches as the scented oils calms my mind. Before I know it, I find myself dozing off to sleep.