Princess Miri's Deviant Display
Miri spent the entire night tossing and turning. She was so nervous, unsure, and she didn't know what to do. Was it her fault? Something wrong with her, some flaw? Before this, before everything, she would have known for certain that it wasn't. How could it be? She was perfect. But now, just going through this sort of ordeal, she wasn't sure.
It all started with Thump. Fleur gave him to her for her birthday, though at the time Miri didn't understand why. The Princess and the Millicent girl never got along. In fact, Miri had stolen Fleur's boyfriend, Roy, a few months prior to receiving Thump as a present. Odd, that, receiving a troll slave as a present, but Miri kind of liked it.
It was different. Thump was different. He listened to her and did as she asked, and he never questioned anything she said. When she yelled at him, he never looked annoyed with her, but accepted it. And, yes, perhaps she yelled at him for rather ridiculous reasons sometimes, but they were important reasons to her and so she needed to do it. She didn't know if Thump understood this, or if he understood anything, but she liked to think he did. He was... he was her slave, a present, a gift and an object she owned, but he was a lot more than that, too. She liked Thump and she didn't know what she would do without him.
Unfortunately none of that mattered.
Everything was going splendid! It was, it had been, except after her and Thump's most recent romp in the freshly emptied castle dungeons, she'd found a picture of him and her on the wall of her bedroom. Or, somewhat her bedroom. The specifics didn't matter, but she shared the room with Allysin, and she had no doubts that Allysin wouldn't have put the picture there. The letter attached to the picture confirmed as much, anyways.
Unable to sleep, she thought about the contents of the note once more.
"Dear Miri,
How have you been? I hope you've been enjoying your birthday present. It sure looks like it, doesn't it? Don't worry, I have a bunch of these, so I can share them with everyone. I won't yet, though.
I expect you'll want to think things over, and realize just what I'm doing. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm going to blackmail you. This is Fleur, by the way. The girl who was dating Roy before you stole him? I wonder what he'll think of you having sex with a troll.
I bet he won't like that! I know I wouldn't, except I'm not your boyfriend and I hate you so I find it absolutely hilarious! It really is funny and I've been laughing a lot.
I'll give you the night to rest, as a courtesy, but I'm visiting the castle right now, so I expect you to meet with me on the morrow. We can discuss the terms of my silence in regards to your troll coupling then. Meet me at the gazebo in the gardens around noontime.
Talk to you then,
Fleur."
The picture in question showed Miri laying on her old bed in her old room with Thump atop her. His massive troll cock was practically splitting her in two, while her spread legs wrapped around his waist in wanton abandon. This was the culmination of their first ever sexual encounter, and on the bed below Miri, soaking into the sheets, the picture showed thick, excessive amounts of Thump's cum.
Tired and spent, having spent the evening in the dungeons playing sex games with Thump, Miri had snapped wide awake upon seeing the picture. It was midsummer, but she lit a fire in the hearth in Allysin's room(the room Miri was borrowing while her old one was being renovated after mishaps involving sex with Thump) and immediately tossed the picture into the hearth. It blazed, plumes of dark smoke curling up the chimney, but it wasn't enough.
Fleur had more pictures. Who knew how many? It didn't matter because one was enough.
It occurred to Miri that this all might be a scam. Fleur couldn't really know what Miri was doing, could she? Except the details of the picture, the exceptional quality, it must be magic. A rarity, and something most people would never have access to, but somewhere, somehow, the Millicent family must have gained ownership of a magical heirloom capable of spying into Miri's room and capturing images of what went on inside.
She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't, so she tossed off the blankets and sat upright. Unfortunately this severely annoyed Allysin, who was sleeping right next to her.
"Miri," Allysin said with a disgruntled moan. "What are you doing? You keep moving about while I'm trying to sleep."
"Shush," Miri said. "This is important."
"It honestly better be, because... because..."
Miri forgave her friend for her insolence, because she was Allysin. That was just what she did sometimes, though most of the time she was good about being proper.
"Look," Miri said to no one in particular. "Alright. There's a thing I must know." She leaned over the bed and stared at Thump, who was—or used to be—sleeping on the floor. Currently he lay there, peering up at her in the dim darkness of the moonlit night.
"Thump," she said, staring at him. "You saw the picture, right? How did that get there? Did you put something in my room so Fleur could see what we did?"
Thump fidgeted on the floor. Miri continued staring at him. He looked towards the wall, refusing to meet her gaze. When she kept staring, rejecting his lack of answer, he feigned sleeping by closing his eyes and letting out loud snores.
"Thump!" Miri shrieked, tossing a pillow at him. "I'm not going to be mad at you, just tell me!"
"I think you're actually going to be mad at him," Allysin said. "Sometimes I don't think it's possible for you not to be mad."
"Dammit, Allysin, go back to bed! I'm not talking to you. I'm having a friendly conversation with Thump."
"It doesn't sound friendly. And how do you expect me to sleep when you're throwing pillows around the room and screaming?"
Miri ignored her, intent on gaining an answer from Thump.
Thump opened one eye, looking up at her, fearful. He was so large, some monstrous, ten foot tall troll with bulging cords of muscle on every part of his body. But, he respected her, didn't he? Miri liked and respected him, too, and sometimes she let him gain control of the situation, to take her, lift her into the air, carry her around and treat her as nothing but a toy for his amusement. Sexually, mostly, but a few times they played at other things. She... she loved... no, she very much liked Thump and she wanted to reassure herself that he had nothing to do with this.
"Yah," Thump said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thump do thing. Put animal on Miri shelf. Fleur say do, so Thump do. Is good? Miri like animal?"
Miri stared at him, dumbfounded. So that was it? Fleur first sent him in regular clothes, though quite overlarge and nothing like the loincloth(and nothing else) Miri made him wear now. Somewhere in his outfit he'd brought a hidden stuffed animal and placed it on her shelf with the rest that she owned? Which made sense, since she would never notice anything amiss up there. She kept her childhood toys out of random nostalgia, but they'd lived long past their time for amusing her.
Thump fidgeted, squirmed on the floor. His lips cracked into the faintest hint of a smile. When Miri didn't react, he pushed it further, looking up at her with that huge, goofy grin of his. In the faint glimmer from the moonlight, Miri saw his yellowed teeth shining slightly.
"Get out," she said. No screaming, no anger, just a simple, emotionless command. "Go sleep in the dungeons. I don't want to see you."
Thump frowned, his eyes glistening. Tears? Miri wanted to laugh! What kind of monster cried? Thump was a troll, some fearsome humanoid beast.
"Miri," Thump whispered; a one word plea.
"Leave," she said.
Thump left, his lumbering, hulking form raising off the floor and skulking towards the bedroom door. He looked back over his shoulder, a glimmer of hope in his expression, but Miri ignored him. She tossed the sheets back over her and shoved Allysin under the blankets, too. Her friend let out a muffled whine of complaint, but went under the covers nonetheless.
Miri lay there, silent and still, until she heard the bedroom door open and close, Thump's footfalls echoing down the hallway outside. Then, as if
her world was ending, she cried.
Long, hard, a wet, torrential mess. Sometime that night, she fell asleep.
...
Miri woke the next morning feeling refreshed. She understood what happened last night, and what she'd done, but did it matter? Yes, it did somewhat, but she refused to admit it. Today was a new day and she would do new day things. Perhaps she'd buy a new dress and wear it to dinner. She'd ask the cooks in the kitchens to prepare a new meal, and she'd see if the servants could set out new furniture throughout the castle. Maybe someone could requisition new lanterns for the new night, and she'd remove everyone from service as her father's workers and hire replacements anew. New guards, new chancellor, new economic advisor. New everything.
Maybe she would do that, but right now she didn't want to. Right now she wanted something else.
Turning to Allysin, she nudged her friend's shoulder with the palm of her hand. "Hey! Allysin? Are you awake?"
Allysin grunted in her sleep. "Nngghh."
Miri pushed the girl's shoulder harder. "Hey? Allysin! Wake up."
Allysin stayed put, so Miri shoved her hard, and then finally the servant girl flipped over to face her.
"What!" Allysin said, nothing even close to a question.
"I want to talk to you," Miri said. "It's morning."
"Look," Allysin said, "I'm sleeping and... whoa! Whoa, whoa, no, Miri, stop that."
Stop what? Oh, oops. Belatedly, Miri realized she was crying again.
"Why are you crying?" Allysin asked.
"Nothing," Miri said. "I have something in my eye."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying!"
"Fine. Fine. Just..."
Miri wiped her eyes with the bed sheets and composed herself. "I'm not lying," she said. "And don't you ever dare speak to me like that again. I'm the princess of this castle and you are my servant."
"Whoa, huh?" Allysin asked. She looked alarmed, one eyebrow raised.
Yes, Miri thought. This was how it was, and how it should be. She knew what to do now. She understood how to fix everything.
Before Allysin realized it, Miri jumped on top of the girl. She stared down at her friend, relishing in the confusion in her expression, and then she slapped her lightly across the face.
"What are you doing?" Allysin asked, agitated.
Miri covered her friend's mouth before she could say more. "I've been relaxed for far too long, Allysin. You just go around the castle doing whatever you like, without a care in the world. You fucked my troll yesterday, didn't you? Just fucked him without asking. Not that I would have let you if you asked, but you knew that, didn't you? And you still did it."
With Miri's hand covering her mouth, Allysin could do nothing more than nod. Eyes wide, she stared up at the princess.
"Did you like it?" Miri asked, sneering. "Fucking some brute of a monster like that? That's ridiculous! I've never heard of something like that in my life. It's practically as bad as fucking a dog, isn't it? You're... you're some worthless whore who can't even find a man to stick his dick in your pussy so you resort to the only thing left to you, right?"
Allysin wasn't moving now. She looked up at Miri with this despicable look in her eyes; some mix of sympathy and concern. Miri hated it. She moved her hand away from the girl's mouth and slapped her again.
"I don't care what your reasons were!" Miri screamed. "I don't care that maybe he's a nice troll and he likes you and he listens to what you have to say. I don't care about any of that! You're a filthy, dirty slut, Allysin. It doesn't matter that Thump does what you ask without complaint and he's learning to speak another language just to please you or... or... it doesn't matter! Do you hear me? It's absurd! It's... you had sex with a troll and... and it's..."
Miri toppled onto the bed. She felt so tired, exhausted, and she desperately wanted to curl up into a ball and hide from the world, but she couldn't. Allysin smiled at her, calm and reassuring, and Miri wanted to hug her. They did just that, with Miri scooting over so Allysin could put her arms around her. Embraced, warm, cuddling in bed, Miri felt a little bit better.
"I think Thump's really nice," Allysin said. "I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you. Do you want to tell me what happened?"
Miri told her. She mentioned everything from last night, showed her the letter, and described the picture she'd found hanging on the wall. It didn't help the situation, but telling Allysin made her feel a little bit more better still.
...
At noon, Miri went to the central gazebo in the castle gardens. She brought Thump with her, because... because she didn't know why she brought him. She just did it. She was the Princess and she could do what she wanted.
"Thump," she said to him before they left, when she went roaming around the outside of the dungeons. She didn't go because she wanted to see him or anything; she needed to check one of the chipped tiles on the floor. And why didn't the castle architect fix that? It was quite distinctly a small chip in the side of the tile about the size of an eyelash and it frustrated her beyond belief.
And... "Thump," she'd said. "You're coming with me. We're going to meet with Fleur. This is all your fault and I'm not letting you get away with it, do you understand that?"
"Yah," Thump replied. "Thump fault. Sorries, Miri."
So, they arrived at the gazebo in the gardens around noontime. Fleur sat on one of the benches inside the airy pavilion with her black hair done up in a bun behind her head. She held a cup of tea in one hand, with a saucer on her lap and a petite cookie in her other hand. Dipping the cookie into the tea, she nibbled on the edges while she watched Miri and Thump approach.
In the castle, in this garden, the gazebo lay in the center. It was set up as a maze, some remnant of Miri's childhood when she thought it would be great fun to have a hedge maze. Mind, there were flowers, too, and an assortment of trees, some with fruits dangling from their branches, but overall the garden and the gazebo were situated in a puzzle of bushes. Miri liked it, though she rarely visited now. Maybe she would in the future? She and Thump could sit in the gazebo and eat nice picnic lunches from a basket and...
No. She was upset with Thump. In fact, she was very upset with him and she thought she might never forgive him. If he hadn't... if he... if...
"Hello," Fleur said. The smirk on her face was delightfully devious. "Having fun?"
"Fleur," Miri said, "I don't know how you got that picture, nor what you intend on doing, but I won't have any of it."
"Is that so?" Fleur asked.
"Yah!" Thump said proudly.
"Dammit, Thump!" Miri turned and beat on his bare chest. "This is serious and I'm having a serious conversation with Fleur! Just... just sit down and be quiet. Alright? Can you do that?"
Thump frowned. He sat on a bench shaded by a nearby apple tree. "Yah," he said, more to himself than anyone else.
"You've taught him to speak, I see?" Fleur said. "I'm impressed. He's mostly mindless, you see. Nothing really up there. They live around my father's lands, by the mountains. We use them for manual labor sometimes if one of them wanders too far from their caves, but they don't last long. Once in captivity, they seem to only survive for a year or so."
"What?" Miri asked. This was new to her. Thump was going to die?
"Oh, yes. I didn't write that in the birthday letter I sent? The instructions? Whoops! It must have skipped my mind." Fleur grinned, self-satisfied. "Not that it matters, anyways. I'll have you ruined before the year is up. But! If you must know, I think it's a civilized thing. See, trolls are nothing of the sort. It's like a disease to them. Once they come into contact with humans, they become sicker and sicker. It's not evident at first, and it takes a long time to progress, but over time they become thinner and less lively, then you wake up one morning and see one on the brink of death on the hallway floor and..." Fleur shrugged. "Daddy always has someone carry them into the forest before killing them out of mercy, at least. It's a kindness, you know?"
Miri listened, enrap
t. This was... this was terrible. Thump would die? Grow thinner, weaker, until he was nothing? She didn't want that. But, no she was angry and... still, she didn't want him to die! Was he thinner now than when he'd first arrived? She glanced at him, trying to figure it out, but she couldn't really tell.
Maybe Fleur saw a flicker of something in Miri's eyes, but if she did she didn't know what to make of it. And Miri disguised her feelings as soon as she realized them. What did it matter to her, anyways? Thump was a troll and not a proper companion for a princess. He was like some toy to her, something she'd grow tired of in the future and discard anyways. If what Fleur said was true, everything would work out for the best.
"Alright," Miri said. "Now that you're done with the tutoring, what do you even want?"
"I want Roy back. I want you to break up with him and allow me to court him again without any interference." For emphasis, Fleur added, "Ever."
"Sure," Miri said. Perhaps she said it too quickly, because the hasty agreement startled Fleur. Why would Miri want Roy anyways? He was dreadfully dull, only talked about himself and other boring political matters, and the one time she'd had sex with him he'd finished before she'd started. The other girl furrowed her brow, confounded.
"I mean, it's not like he interests me, anyways. I'm tired of him," Miri added. She knew the rumors; people said she grew bored of things easily. She might as well use that to her advantage, right?
"Good..." Fleur said slowly. "Yes. Good. But that was only the first thing. I have more demands. I hope you'll understand."
"What do you mean more demands?" Miri asked, perturbed. "I'm giving you what you want. There's really nothing else you should want, anyways. Just give me the pictures you have stored away—I don't even need frames—and I think we're finished here?"
"I don't really need anything else in terms of items or favors," Fleur said. "There is one thing I'm curious about, though. How you could do it? You don't even look disgusted in him. You liked it, didn't you?"
"What do you mean I liked it? Liked what?" Miri knew full well what she meant, but she needed to bide her time while she figured out an answer.
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