The Most Beautiful Princess

Thuh Professor

        What a boring place. She’d lived most of her life in the middle of nowhere. Why did her parents have to come here to study insects? There was no one her age around here. There was nothing to do. The only television was miles away at the pub.
        Ashley’s parents were both biologists and had come to Australia to study local varieties of insects. They found their work so rewarding that they couldn’t understand how anyone could be bored in such a fascinating place. Ashley, consequently, was left to her self most of the time and had been forced to learn how to provide her own entertainment. As a small girl she filled her empty hours with daydreaming.
        She would be a princess captured by villains, but they didn’t know she was a princess because she had been stolen at birth. Sometimes she would reveal to her captors who she was, and they would let her go. But sometimes she couldn’t tell them because that would make them really mad at her, and they would be crueler to her. For some reason, lately, she was being captured a lot by cannibals who would tie her up and cook her in a big pot.
        Ashley was not sure why the cannibals were showing up so much in her daydreams. Perhaps it was the stories about the fierce natives who had populated the area years ago before the settlers arrived. She had talked to her parents about the stories that savages still roamed the region. Occasionally, sheep and goats and even people would mysteriously disappear. Her parents discounted all of the stories as fantasy. They reminded her that all of the indigenous peoples had been driven hundreds of miles further into the outback, and there was no evidence they had ever practiced cannibalism. Dingoes, they explained, were probably responsible for the missing sheep. The missing people probably just drowned or were killed by crocodiles.
        Ashley knew better. She knew that cannibals would come at night looking for people to take back to their village for food. When they couldn’t find a person they would settle for a farm animal.

        As Ashley got older, her fantasies about the cannibals became more sexual in nature. More time was spent thinking about what they would do to her after she was captured and before she was cooked.
        The cannibals spent a lot of time removing her clothes. They tied her up naked so all the villagers could see her. And all of the men and women would have to feel her body and squeeze her to check her for tenderness. And they would rub their hands all over her body but especially between her legs. They
wouldn’t do it to be mean, but because she looked so delicious and they had to figure out exactly the best
way to cook her, and they would never let her go because she was the tenderest girl ever.
        What would the people back home say? Wouldn’t they all miss her after she was eaten? Wouldn’t they all say she was the most beautiful girl who had ever lived, and why did it have to be her that was taken? She was so good and beautiful, and they would hear about how brave she was and how all the

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natives really didn’t want to eat her because she was so beautiful and brave, but that they had to because they knew how tasty she would be, and they would fight over who got to eat her best parts.
        In fact, the natives probably wouldn’t eat her at all. They would see her standing there so beautiful in the cooking pot and decide they couldn’t eat her but would make her their princess for life instead. That’s what would happen. And her family and friends would think she had been eaten and would cry. And someday when all of her subjects were hungry because there was no food, she would offer herself to be eaten, and they would refuse, but she would insist, and they would eat her and she would be the most delicious woman they had ever eaten, but they would be sad because she was the greatest princess ever.
        Ashley knew the cannibals hunted at night. Soon she began acting her fantasies out at night. She would sneak outside in her nightgown and go into the forest, and when she could no longer see her house, she would take off her nightgown and run around feeling the night air on her bare skin. She loved the feel of cool damp air on her body, especially on her shaven cunt, which she spent a great deal of time lovingly grooming because there wasn’t much else to do.
        Out there at night on the edge of the outback, it was just her and the cannibals. Oh wouldn’t it be neat if they were stalking her at that very moment. She must run away. She’d run further from her home and further from where she left her nightgown. She would run and run. What if she got lost. It was so exciting! Soon there would be no way back. They would catch her for sure now. Who knows how far she had run. It must be miles. Savages would capture her, and no one would ever find her.
        She ran until she could stand the excitement no more. Then she would begin to caress the moist area between her legs with her fingers, slowly at first and then more excitedly until her body exploded in waves of pleasure. Then she would go home. Ashley always made sure she could find her way back.
        She would really get in a lot of trouble if she were caught running around without her clothes. They would all know she had these dirty thoughts, and people from her small town would talk about her for her whole life, and they would point at her and say there goes that nasty girl with the dirty thoughts.
        She always went back and got her nightgown and stole back into the house and into her bed long before dawn. Then in the familiarity of her own bed, she would curse herself for being such a coward. She was always able to find her way back because she had a plan. She always took every fork in path in the same direction when she was running from her house, and she always took every fork in the opposite direction when she was returning home. Her scheme only provided two paths. Therefore, the excitement came from going further into the forest each time.
        She enjoyed her little adventures, but always thought about how to make them more exciting. She often toyed with the idea of changing her routes. Maybe she could alternate right, left, right, left. That should be safe enough, but it would add just enough risk to make it really exciting. She thought about [3]

it for days, and it made her so hot, that she knew she must try it or die. When everyone was asleep, she went outside. Her adventure that night was the best ever. She had no idea where she was as she pleasured herself.
        Certainly, this was the night she would be captured.
        As her fingers danced wildly, she almost prayed to be captured by two dark-skinned, but attractive, savages who would take her naked body and do unspeakable things to her that she would be powerless to stop. When she was finished, exhausted from the excitement, she started back. Then she had a sick feeling. Was her last path a right or a left? She had forgotten to take note in her excitement. This wasn’t good, but there was no need to panic. She would go a short distance in one direction, and, if that wasn’t right, she would return and try the other direction – no problem.
        She didn’t recognize anything on the first path she tried, so she went back and took the other path. She walked for a long time until she couldn’t deny it any longer -- she was lost. She began to panic. She started to run.
        It seemed like she was passing the same landmarks over and over. Well maybe they weren’t the same landmarks. Maybe everything was starting to look the same. Maybe she had run around in circles so long that many places were starting to look familiar. What would she do? She could now see the sun beginning to rise. Oh, now there was no way to get back home without being discovered.
        She was so tired and frustrated and scared, she sat down and began to cry. When she glanced up she saw a couple of dark skinned men. She immediately tried to cover herself. All excitement was gone, replaced by fear and embarrassment.
        Oh no! What had she done? She must get away. Perhaps if she acted nonchalant they would let her walk away. She turned and started to walk away, but a large hand grabbed her upper arm.   She tried to run, but the hand held her tight. She was too afraid to scream.
        They tied her hands behind her back and put a rope around her neck for a leash. When she was secured, one of them pointed at her shaved pubic mound. He felt her breast and motioned for the other to do the same. They couldn’t understand why a woman old enough to have such well-developed breasts had such a smooth cunt. They shrugged and began to lead her through the wilderness to the river.
        She knew if she got in their boat, she might never be heard from again. She hesitated, but it was light now, and she knew people would be looking for her, and how would she explain being naked. It would be just too embarrassing. She might as well get in the boat. What did she have to lose. These men seemed ok. They hadn’t tried to rape her or anything. Perhaps they were a little too touchy-feely, but that was probably just due her being so irresistibly beautiful.
        One of the men gave a tug on the rope and led her into the canoe. He tied one end of the rope to a [4]

ring fastened to the side of the boat. The other man pushed the boat out into the water and climbed in. Once in the water the men wasted no time in beginning to paddle for home, and soon, the boat was gliding along in the river.
        As soon as they were out into the middle of the river Ashley had a sinking feeling.
        “Dumb. Dumb. Dumb,” she thought to herself.
        She was now totally at their mercy. She realized that if she had been discovered with the two savages, no one would have questioned what had happened to her clothes. They would have been thankful to rescue her safe and sound.
        She tried to figure out what their intentions might be by studying their faces. She sensed they liked what they saw. She was sure those were looks of approval. At least, when they noticed her staring into their eyes trying to read their minds, they would smile back. It seemed like kind of an odd smile, but it was still a smile.
        The men were indeed relaxed and happy, though tired. Their night of hunting had been fruitless. As dawn approached, their only option appeared to be to paddle up river a few miles and wait until nightfall to return, but when Ashley happened on them, all was well once more. If she had tried to scream they would have had to kill her, but since she didn’t, they merely put the rope around her neck and led her away like a sheep.
        After many hours of gliding through miles and miles of wilderness, they approached a clearing. Ashley saw a couple ratty huts, and then she heard a shout and soon a dozen people were rushing down to the water’s edge. When the boat landed they untied her rope from the boat and led her onto shore. At first, she could barely walk from sitting so long. The people on shore crowded around and exhibited more of that touchy-feely behavior she had experienced hours earlier. The women were the worst, eagerly squeezing various parts of her anatomy, which by now was quite sunburned from the long boat trip.
        The people were no doubt thrilled to see her. She was destined for princesshood (or was the term princessdom) for sure.
        She was led to a shady area under a nice large tree. The shade felt so good on her reddened skin. They indicated she should sit and then removed the rope from her neck.
        “Ahhh, that’s better, guys. Now if you’ll just untie by hands and get me something to drink everything will be just great.”
        Instead of untying her hands they bound her ankles together with one end of another long rope and threw the other end over a branch tying it around the trunk of the tree, out of Ashley’s reach. Then all members of the group went about their daily tasks.
        “Hey! Where’s everyone going?” [5]

The men who had found Ashley went to take a nap. They were exhausted from being up all night.
For a while, Ashley watched a couple of women make several trips into the forest to retrieve sticks that they piled in the clearing. Ashley became bored watching the activities and eventually fell asleep.

She awoke to find herself being hauled into the air feet first. Two of the women were pulling on the rope attached to her ankles, lifting her feet toward the branch overhead. When her head was about four feet off of the ground, such that she was eyeball to nipple with the women, they once again tied their end of the rope to the trunk of the tree. Ashley twisted very slowly.
        What was going to happen to her now? Threre was a large fire in the clearing where the women had been stacking wood. That wasn’t good. Wait. It was ok because there was no cooking pot sitting in the fire, so she must be safe. Beautiful girl explorers were always cooked in pots. It was a known fact.
        One of the women put a large clay bowl on the ground beneath her head.
        “Hey! Where did you guys come from? Am I glad to see you!”
        “Cut,” shouted the director. “Get her down from there.”
        “Boy, am I glad to see you! I have no idea what these people are up to.”
        The interpreter asked the women to let her down. The women didn’t seem to like the idea. They pointed at Ashley and talked wildly. The director tried to reason with the women through his interpreter, but the women were not swayed. Finally, the men were awakened from their naps by the noise and were convinced to order the women to lower Ashley to the ground. When Ashley was on the ground again, the rope was once again cinched around the tree.
        “Hey!” shouted Ashley. “What are they doing? Didn’t you tell them to let me go?”
        “No,” replied the director. “I told them to let you down. I didn’t tell them to let you go. I can’t do that. We’re here filming a documentary, and the second rule of making a documentary is to not interfere.”
        “What’s the first rule?” asked Ashley.
        “Make sure there’s film in the camera,” answered the director.
        “Well, what are they going to do to me?”
        “Whatever comes naturally I suppose. My guess is that they intend to eat you, and they’re not very pleased that we’ve stopped them. But since you spoiled the shot by hollering at us, I figured we might as well take a break to get a ruling from the legal department about this situation.”
        The director’s assistant went to the plane to make a call. He returned a few minutes later.
        “Legal doesn’t see a problem as long as we didn’t do anything to facilitate her capture. And because of the Indigenous Peoples Act of 1933, which makes these people sovereign on their own land, they

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cannot be charged with any crime. Consequently, we can’t be charged with not acting to prevent a crime.”
        “Well then, it’s all set. Let’s get her back up in the tree and start where we left off.”
        “There’s one other thing,” continued the assistant handing the director a piece of paper. “Legal says we should get her to sign a release if we plan on filming her.   Miss, how old are you?”
        “Eighteen.”
        “Perfect! Would you sign this release, so we can get started?”
        “What’s it say?”
        “It just gives us permission to include you in our documentary about these native people.”
        “What’s the documentary about?”
        “We just follow them through their daily lives, watching how they survive in the harsh wilderness environment. We were filming a segment on food preparation.”
        “You mean me?”
        “That’s right. So if you’ll just sign this we can get started.”
        “What’s in it for me?”
        “They’re going to eat you whether we record it or not. You saw how excited everyone was when you got out of the boat. For these people, kangaroo is a treat. Much of the time they have to live on insects and wild onions. So, they’re not about to give up fresh meat just because we ask. So why don’t you do the grown up thing, young lady, and sign the paper.”
        As frightening as all this talk was to Ashley, it was also getting her very excited. She saw a chance to live out her fantasy painlessly. “Here’s the deal. I’ll sign your paper if you sign a contract that says that you’ll film things just like I tell you to.”
        “Didn’t you just hear the director?” asked the assistant.
        “No, no,” interrupted the director. “Let’s listen. We can probably do whatever she asks.”
        “Ok then. Now I want the narrator…. This thing has a narrator right?”
        “Of course.”
        “I want the narrator to say something about how I’m the most beautiful girl these natives have ever captured….”
        “Write all this down,” the director told his assistant.
        “I also want something in there about how they wanted to make me their princess, but I insisted that they eat me to keep from starving.”
        “Princess? There are two lousy families here,” interrupted the assistant.
        “Write it down. Write it down,” ordered the director. [7]

        “And I want to be cooked in a pot, but before the water gets too hot, I want you to give me a shot of something to knock me out, so I don’t feel any pain. I’ll just sort of fall asleep and be turned into a Beautiful Girl Explorer stew. And don’t tie my hands when I’m in the pot, because I fully expect that I’ll want to cum at least once before it’s time to go to sleep. Have you got all that?”
        “Let’s see, most beautiful girl, princess, pot, shot, go to sleep, Beautiful Girl Explorer stew, cum. Got it.”
        With that Ashley signed the release, and the director and Ashley both signed the contract.
        “Where are we going to get a hypodermic to give her a shot?” asked the assistant.
        “Same place we’re going to get a pot,” answered the director as he tossed the contract into the fire.
        With that, the two women once again began to hoist Ashley skyward feet first.
        “Hey, what’s with this? I thought we had a deal.”
        “We do. This is where they recognize that you’re the most beautiful girl they’ve ever seen.”
        “Oh…. Ok.”
        When Ashley was satisfied that her wishes were being carried out, the director ordered the crew to resume filming.
        The two women stood there for a moment talking. One patted Ashley on the rump. Ashley felt someone grab her hair and jerk her head back violently. Then she felt a sharp stinging pain race across her neck as the other woman sliced her throat from ear to ear. Ashley gasped …..

        Ashley’s family gave up their search for her after a few days. They had found her nightgown and had tried to follow her tracks, but the footprints started out by zigzagging through the trees and ended up by going around in circles, leading nowhere.
        Thanks to the satellite dish and large screen tv at the pub, her family did see Ashley one more time -- months later as the townspeople gathered to watch an award winning documentary on the daily lives of indigenous people living in their region of Australia. It was quite educational, especially the segments on food preparation. Her father was commenting on how he had no idea that so many insects were edible as the commercial break ended, and Ashley’s face appeared upside down on the large screen in front of him.
        The camera was close up on Ashley’s face, providing a spectacular view of the bone knife slicing Ashley’s throat open, as the narrator explained the importance of draining and catching the blood from the animal. The viewers learned that the blood was caught in a bowl to be used to fertilize the people’s meager gardens. Next her head and all of her internal organs were removed and set aside for preparation at a later time. The narrator explained that the natives were using the traditional oven that had been used for thousands of years to cook kangaroos as her body was laid between two rows of burning embers. She was laid on her back, her arms extended over her head. Her ankles were still crossed and bound.

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Her legs were slightly bent, and her knees were separated enough to give a most problematic view of her cunt.
        The producers had wrestled with the question of what to do about Ashley’s nudity. They were not sure what the public reaction would be to seeing a woman gutted and then laid out in a most immodest pose. They considered covering or distorting the offending parts of the video, but decided such methods would give the scholarly piece a sleazy look and feel, and, therefore, decided not to doctor the film. Their decision turned out to be a good one as their work won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Documentary.
        What made the award more special was that there had been some technical problems with the cameras. Just as the natives were being shown generously offering the camera crew pieces of Ashley’s meat, the cameras mysteriously lost power. By the time power was restored large pieces of the roast were missing, but the problem had been solved quickly enough to provide several minutes of footage of the natives finishing the meal.
         Even her parents, who were understandably horrified at seeing their only daughter slaughtered before their very eyes, had to admit that the project was extremely well done. They wrote the producers to thank them for handling such a delicate subject with such grace.
        One of the producers wrote back. He thanked them for their letter and expressed his condolences. He even sent them a gift. He apologized that he could not send them Ashley’s head, but the natives would not part with it. He sent them, instead, a necklace made from Ashley’s finger bones. Her parents excitedly counted the segments of the necklace, and to their joy found that indeed every bone was there. The natives had even painstakingly polished each one, but what made the gift special and unique is that it was still possible to see tiny scratches on the bones made by the natives’ teeth. Her mother wore the necklace everywhere.
        Perhaps the documentary did not turn out exactly as Ashley would have hoped. The narrator never did read the words that Ashley had scripted. He failed to mention even once the parts about how the natives made Ashley their beautiful princess. He did, however, as the natives were shown hungrily tearing the last bits of meat from her bones, observe, “The young lady clearly was a welcome addition to an otherwise extremely uninteresting diet of insects and wild onions, perhaps even surpassing kangaroo as these peoples’ favorite food.”

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The End