Cassie and the Mad Prince

It was the 19th century at the court of Russian Emperor Alexander I. And if you think this was a time of modesty, you are deeply mistaken!!! Debauchery reigned at the court, just as it did throughout the capital—Petersburg. The emperor himself was calm and even cold towards ladies, unlike his younger brother—the slightly mad Prince Constantine. This prince was very handsome, tall, muscular, with delicate bronze-colored skin. His thick, black curls were always styled, his chin clean-shaven, and only thin, black sideburns adorned his charming, oval face.

His eyes were bluish-blue and often resembled a July sky. In general, he was very

handsome, many ladies went crazy for him and he took advantage of it! However, he had one flaw—his terrible, insane character! The vain prince willingly used his power to destroy rivals and could NEVER bear rejection!!! To refuse the prince anything—was tantamount to death! This especially concerned the fair sex.

No one dared to refuse Constantine! Firstly, he was the second most important person in the empire, secondly, devilishly attractive, and thirdly, the maidens who dared to refuse him he handed over to be ravaged by his marauder-soldiers. This had already happened to one modest young lady, who, due to her upbringing, did not wish to go to bed with the prince. She was kidnapped, brought to a barracks where the poor thing was raped by 25 men, then she was hanged, and her corpse thrown into the Neva. This became known, and every young lady now gave herself to Constantine hastily and with joy.

It was July 1803. Prince Constantine seemed to have slept with all the palace maids of honor! They bored him; he wanted something new. And so he waited. A charming maid of honor, the beauty Cassandra Savina, appeared at court. She was a lovely, youthful creature of 18 years. Of medium height, slender as a reed, with a full bust. A fresh, innocent maiden! She had dark auburn hair, she always wore it loose, and it fell in waves down to her waist. Her round face was angelic, and her gray eyes clearly confirmed this. Suitors rushed in droves to charm the young beauty, but she refused them all! Cassie—as she was nicknamed at court—was by no means modest and quiet! She loved to play with men, to flirt with them, to seduce them, but never gave herself to them! So, at one of the balls, Prince Constantine noticed her. He approached her with a glass of champagne.

— —You have been at court for a month, yet you treat the prince so dismissively," he remarked reproachfully and gently took her by the arm. "Let's go to the garden, we'll talk.

Cassie wanted to pull her hand away, but he forcefully dragged her towards the exit. A minute later, they stepped out into the dark garden. When they stopped, Cassie yanked her hand free and stood before him.

— —How dare you! You filthy animal, vile adulterer! What are you hoping for! I will not be yours!!!" the girl declared angrily and slapped the prince across the face. Constantine placed his palm on his cheek, burning from the blow.

— —You are incredibly bold, Cassandra! Only you didn't consider that there's no one in the garden!"—he furiously grabbed the girl by the shoulders and threw her to the ground. Cassie fiercely resisted, but he pressed her body to the ground with his own, giving her no chance to break free!

The prince frantically began to kiss her lips, but Cassie, without a second thought, bit him with all her might. Constantine howled and stopped for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, Cassie punched him in the jaw, pushed him off, and in an instant, dashed away. Constantine did not chase her...

For the next two weeks, the same story repeated—the prince sent Cassandra gifts, she refused to accept them; when he tried to possess her, she always managed to break free, or someone came to her aid.

— —Cassie, dear, why do you refuse him?" the Empress asked her.

— —I won't lie, I am in love with him, but I don't want to be just another one!

— —Cassie, an unenviable fate awaits you if you continue like this!

— —I don't care!!! I don't want to! And I won't!" Such was her character. She hoped the prince would leave her alone and didn't believe he would dare to hurt her.

— —He is very tender in bed, and if you agree voluntarily, you will experience unforgettable pleasure!"—the Empress dreamily closed her eyes, and Cassie guessed what she was thinking, or rather, remembering! The girl's disgust knew no bounds; she decided to flee the palace.

Meanwhile, Constantine was consulting with his friend, Count Boris. Cassandra's fate was being decided.

— —Perhaps we should deal with her like we did with that whore?" Boris suggested.

— —Perhaps, only this time I want to enjoy her myself first! I want to use this wretch roughly, so she has something to remember before death!

— —They say she is now sleeping with old Baron Voronin, so that he will protect her from you!"—the count laughed, and the prince darkened with anger and jealousy.

— —Ah, she's a vile bitch!!! Refused me—the prince! Preferred some old man! Well, I'll fix that slut!"—shouted the prince—"Arrest the baron immediately, and for that tramp, the old scheme, only before it starts, I'll have my way with her, and then the Neva is her road!

— —It will be done, Your Highness!"—Boris smiled.

Cassandra was awakened in the middle of the night and told that her mother was very ill. The girl quickly dressed and, suspecting nothing, got into a carriage with a strange, pleasant woman who had come for her. The woman recounted that her mother was very poorly; Cassie became very agitated, so she didn't even notice they had arrived not at her parents' mansion, but at the marauders' barracks. When the carriage stopped and Cassandra realized where they had arrived, she tried to escape—she hit the woman, jumped out of the carriage, but couldn't run far. She was caught. Several marauders dragged her deep into the barracks; Cassie struggled, screamed, called for help, but alas—it was useless.

— —Sing, little nightingale, soon you'll have to endure more than twenty fine lads, and then we'll finish with you! You're beautiful, fucking you will be a pleasure.

At these words, Cassie fell silent. Tears streamed from her eyes. She remembered with horror that terrible story about the girl who dared to refuse the prince. Cassie couldn't believe this would happen to her! She trembled all over with fear!

They dragged her into some small, well-lit office. A soft, woolen red carpet was spread on the floor, a fireplace burned in the corner, two armchairs stood nearby, and in one of them sat... the prince! Seeing him, Cassie felt a little better. The soldiers stood her up and let her go.

— —Go, lock the door. When I'm done, you can take this tramp for yourselves!"—he was so vicious, like a beast. Cassie looked at him and understood that he hated her with a fierce hatred. The girl trembled with fear again. If before, when he tried to rape her, she saw only lust in his actions, now she knew for sure he would be brutally cruel with her! What young heart could endure this!!!

The soldiers left, locked the door. But they remained outside it, to eavesdrop.

Constantine stood up.

— —You vile creature! I warned you how this would end!

Cassie convulsively swallowed and took a step back. He was rapidly approaching her. There was nowhere to retreat; the girl felt her back pressing against the wall. All courage and pride left her. But strangely, at that moment, she did not cry.

— —You have no right! Rapist! Scoundrel! Stop!"—for these loud

words, he slapped her face with full force. Cassie slid down the wall to the floor. The prince knelt beside her and, laying her on her back, began tearing her dress.

Exposing her full breasts, he began squeezing them in his palms. Blue marks remained on her delicate skin after his touches. Her pink nipples were incomparable; he immediately pressed his lips to them and began biting them painfully, first one, then the other, all the while not forgetting to roughly knead the girl's tender breasts. After the blow, Cassie lost consciousness for a time and came to from the pain in her chest.

— —No!"—she screamed and tried to get up, but the prince slapped her again and she fell back onto her back. Constantine, meanwhile, straddled her and began sucking on her neck. Cassie resisted, writhed beneath him, tried to push him away, but alas, all efforts were in vain.

— —I beg you, don't! I implore you!"—the girl pleaded, she cried, but he did not relent. His actions, touches, kisses caused her not only physical pain but also spiritual pain. And he didn't understand this; he hated her, thinking she belonged to another! Constantine removed his outer clothing, spread her arms to the sides, and pressed his whole body against her. Feeling her firm breasts press against him, his blood boiled with furious force; he passionately kissed and bit her neck, shoulders, deliberately striving to cause pain.

— —Please don't, I beg you! Stop!!!" Cassie cried.

But then his face contorted with disgust when he imagined how that vile old man had pawed her. The prince pulled off his clothes; his erect rod thirsted to quench its passion! Cassie did not dare to look at him, but she glanced briefly anyway. What she saw shocked and horrified her. So big, simply huge. "—He will tear me apart!" flashed through the girl's mind. Cassie, in desperation, tried to get up, but he didn't let her, pushed her onto the carpet, and fell upon her with his whole body. The girl began to resist again, scream, scratch his back.

— —How you've worn me out, you wretch!"—he hit her face again. But Cassie was seized by panic; she thrashed about in hysterics!

— —No, please! No!"—how she screamed! The soldiers eavesdropping under the door even felt sorry for her.

— —Vile tramp, first you'll please me, then my soldiers! A slut like you will enjoy it!"—he laughed ominously and with his knee spread her thighs apart. His shaft pressed against her between her legs.

Cassie didn't understand why he called her such things; she felt this was the end, the end of her dreams, her life; tears streamed from her silver eyes, her whole body ached as if from burns, and her soul was torn to shreds. Constantine was already tormented; she stopped resisting, and he, pressing her firmly to himself, abruptly entered her. A heart-rending scream rang out. She was a virgin! The prince froze.

So he had been deceived! Cassie had slept with no one! But what difference did it make now. He had plunged into her too quickly; his large member had torn the barrier of her innocence. The pain was unbearable for Cassie; she screamed, struggled, but his huge penis plunged into her to the hilt. Terrible pain, unbearable! The girl screamed until she was hoarse; Constantine understood he was causing her pain, but the least he could do was not move for a minute and let her somehow get used to his shaft. She was so tight, so narrow, that he was afraid he might truly tear her. He could no longer hold back.

— —Forgive me, my dear,"—he whispered in her ear and began to move quickly. All the passion that had tormented him burst out; he moaned and continued to plunge into her faster and faster. He moved too roughly and in any case caused her severe pain. Cassie could no longer think straight; all her sensations were concentrated on the terrible painful feelings in her lower abdomen. But they had subsided a little, were not as intense as at the beginning. The prince moaned and moved within her, experiencing inexpressible pleasure. About half an hour passed, and finally, reaching the strongest orgasm, he plunged into her deeply, deeply, and began to pour his seed into her. After that, he rolled off her and, breathing heavily, came to his senses.

— —I can't take any more,"—Cassie began to cry again, her voice hoarse and lifeless, she trembled all over,—"Better kill me right away, throw me in the Neva, shoot me...

Constantine didn't immediately understand what she meant; raising himself up, he saw that her thighs and the carpet beneath her were covered in blood. His member was also covered in blood. And there was a lot of blood; Constantine even became frightened. He covered her with the remnants of her torn dress and hugged her tightly, while Cassie could not stop her sobs. The prince stroked her back and her hair.

— —Forgive me, Cassie, I went mad with passion for you, and when I found out you were supposedly the baron's mistress, I completely lost my head! Forgive me."—he kissed her cheek and shuddered, seeing the numerous bruises. Damn, how could he have been so cruel!

— —Don't give me to them, I won't survive..., better kill me."—this was the last thing Cassie managed to say before losing consciousness from fear and pain.

— —Good evening, my love."—the prince was sitting at the head of the bed. Cassie shuddered at the sight of him. She trembled.

— —Don't be afraid, I only want to talk."—he smiled slightly. Cassie, gathering her courage, finally came to her senses.

— —I am listening to you, Your Highness!

The prince told her everything, that he had been angry, blinded by jealousy, that he hadn't known the baron was her godfather. That after

what happened, he had taken her to the palace, where he had cared for her until she awoke.

— —Forgive me, Cassie, I just didn't immediately realize I had fallen in love with you. I understand I caused you pain, and if you decide to leave me, I will understand...

— —I love you and forgive you,"—she said quietly and calmly,—"Thank you for not giving me to your soldiers.

— —So you will stay with me?"—the prince asked, beaming with joy.

— —I want to leave for a while, and then return...

Cassie left. But she had no intention of returning. In her distant estate, she spent her days in a quiet and carefree life. Constantine waited for her, but then another proud beauty—Marie—appeared at court, and the prince immediately forgot about Cassie.

If you are interested, then nine months later Cassie gave birth to a daughter. Constantine didn't even remember her, continuing to collect beauties and enjoy life.