Free Enslaving the Princess (Mind Control Breeding) by Nadia Nightside Page B

she
slid off his lap, and knelt down in front of him. Staring up at him with her
deep, dark brown eyes. He had explained to her that this was the only proper
way to receive the truth he had to deliver.
    “The oath, first.”
    The young beauty
nodded, her pouty lips forming a serious line. She knew the oath by heart. She
held a hand to one breast, tweaking a nipple, as she raised her other hand in
the air.
    “I hereby promise
to honor the crystal of truth, to recognize its power, to open my mind to its
revelations, no matter how strange or foreign, and to enact its vision however
I may.”
    “Good girl.”
    Camille felt a
slickness in her thighs at his words—in fact, at just saying the oath. That was
new. When he took out the crystal from a pocket in his robes, the slickness
intensified a hundredfold.
    “Let's start with
some affirmation, yes?”
    “Affirmation,”
Camille said, her voice sleepy. “Yes.”
    Her mind was
barely capable of describing the crystal, its effects. She felt like she was
swimming in the universe, in the time before time began, bumping up against all
the vibrations of the stars.
    “You trust me.”
    She nodded slowly.
“I trust you.”
    “I am your
counselor.”
    “You are my
counselor.”
    “My words are
always right.”
    “Your words are
always right.”
    He stroked her
face. His touch so gentle, so caring. She moaned appreciatively. The wetness
between her thighs increased.
    “You love Princess
Mariana.”
    She nodded eagerly. “I love Princess Mariana.”
    “She deserves to
be Queen, right away.”
    “She deserves to
be Queen, right away.”
    Camille's hand was
still on one nipple, tweaking and fondling. Had it been there the whole time?
Oh well. It was wonderful. Victor was wonderful. And so right.
    “You'll do
anything to make this happen.”
    “I'll do anything
to make this happen.”
    “Touch your clit,
dear. Finger your hot little pussy. You'll listen better.”
    Camille complied
with a moan. That made perfect sense. With as slick as she was, her fingers
slid right in.
    “I am the true
King of this realm.”
    “You are the . .
.” she fingered herself harder, struggling to make it make sense.
    “The true king of
this realm. Remember your oath, Camille. Open your mind.”
    Yes. Open her
mind. Be a good girl. Her fingers pumped in and out, the soft wet noises
filling up the space between her and the crystal.
    “True king,”
moaned Camille. “Mind open.”
    “I am the true
King of this realm.”
    “You are the true King of this realm.”
    She just trust
Victor. So much. He had to be telling the truth. If she had been able to see
herself, she would know that her eyes—deep dark brown—had been turned shining
and blue as she stared into the crystal.
    “The current King
is an imposter.”
    “The current King is an imposter.”
    Yes, of course he
was. Victor was the true King of the realm. The current King had to be an
imposter.
    “He deserves to
die for his treasonous crime.”
    “He deserves to
die for his treasonous crime.”
    They repeated this
a few more times. It was drilled thoroughly into her head.
    “The Princess
deserves a real King.”
    “The Princess
deserves a real King.”
    This only made
sense. Camille's fingers plunged ever deeper into her cunt, her thumb working
harder on her hot little clit. A puddle had started to form underneath her.
Yes. A real King for Mariana.
    “The Princess
deserves me.”
    “The Princess
deserves you.”
    Yes, oh yes.
Victor was the Real King. Mariana deserved a Real King. She deserved Victor. Of
course she did.
    “Princesses should
serve a true King's every need.”
    “Princesses should
. . . should serve . . .”
    “Princesses should
serve a true King's every need.”
    “Princesses should
serve a true . . . a true . . .”
    Camille whined.
This was starting to feel wrong again. Her hot little fingers in her snatch
began to slow.
    Victor stood up
for a moment, taking the crystal with him. Some of Camille's fog