The Story of Hanna/Memoirs of Princess Hanna - Page Twelve
It's a nice and calm day. You wake up late, as you're now used to. The past few weeks have been the hardest ones in your life, in more ways than one, but you're getting better day by day. As the first thing you do, you stare into the sea from your personal room.
You've been doing a lot of thinking and soul searching about what you want to do with your life going forward. You don't want it to change too much. Traumatized and fractured you may be, but you're still the same person deep down. The things that you held important to you and close to your heart haven't changed. You actually find solace in practicing alchemy in these dark times. Making potions has been one of the only things you've been able to properly focus on over the past few days. You take a glance at your table and see a set of herbs, tools and crystals on the table. You recreated the potion of youth from your memory, and next to it lies another one of your original creations, a relaxing herbal mixture you thought could help you. It's your take on an already existing recipe for same purpose, but yours is milder and has a pleasant taste of vanilla to it. You also picked up another hobby on a whim because of the book you saw in the room. It was about divine calligraphy, a school of magic that allows its user to speak power words which carry magic in them. It can be even used for combat purposes, but it's mostly about strengthening yourself and your soul, almost like verbal meditation or magical therapy.
The biggest thing that troubles you is your future and how can you manage in a world you're not used to. As a princess, you had no responsibilities. There was seemingly an infinite supply of goods provided to you, as long as your parents approved of it. None of that can continue. There are only two persons in this world who can look out to you anymore, and those are Chad Mason and yourself. Chad seems to be more than happy to have you in his life and take care of you, and he has told you that he's interested in adopting you, should it even be possible for him as someone who isn't a Gallian native himself. You also know that you can't depend on him forever. You're not even sure if you want to depend on him anymore, since you've already depended on him so much. The debt you have towards him is large. To depend on him means to accumulate this debt. He may be okay with it, since he seems happy to adopt you and help you, but are you okay with that? You've thought about it a lot.
In any case, sooner or later, you must become self-sufficient. How will you go about it is still a complete mystery. You have only one thing you're good enough at to make money, and that is alchemy. Setting up a shop might not be a bad idea, but it takes a lot of money to open up a business. Then there are the legal issues as well. Can you even open up a shop? You're not even a citizen of this country, not at least yet. Your age, both actual and perceived, is also a problem when it comes to starting up a business. As things are now, your only option at the moment is to work for someone else. It might also be the easiest option, and it's what you have personally want to go with, perhaps even in long-term. But who will you work for? Some alchemist? Or even someone close to you, like Chad?
Speaking of working for Chad, you've also been forced to think a lot about sex, mostly from the viewpoint of 'Can I ever even enjoy sex again?'. You know you want to, but you still feel like the remnants of the curse seep into your mind the moment you even think about pleasuring yourself. It's frustrating to you, because you want to be able to enjoy something that was such a large part of your life. You could say that to some extent your past life partially revolved around it. You even came up with the elixir of life out of your pure desire to stay a child forever because you in your mind believe children to be at the peak of female beauty. What you experienced might've drained away your desire for weeks, and you still don't feel ready, but at the same time you feel like you can't let your horrible memories and that damned curse to ruin your life. No way, you're stronger than that.
Your train of thought comes to a screeching halt as you hear the door open. There's Chad to check on you like he has done every single day, multiple times a day. "You're finally awake", he says, and you turn fully towards him, laying your back and hands on the windowsill. "You keep waking up later every new day."
"Really…?" you ask silently, with a rough and coarse voice. "What time is it…?"
"It's almost midday", he says. "Do you want to eat lunch, or should I get someone to prepare a breakfast for you?"
"Breakfast would probably be better…"
"In any case, I'm glad you're feeling better."
"You know, Chad…" you begin and fidget. "I never had the opportunity to thank you properly…" He walks up to you, looking directly into your eyes. "Thank you so much for saving me from that hell…"
"You're welcome", he says. You hug him, and he hugs you back. "It was the least I could do."
"I'm forever in debt…"
"Don't worry about any debt to me."
"But… I feel like I owe you for saving me. If it wasn't for you… Who knows what could've happened."
"Look, Hanna. I'm just happy you're safe", he says and lays his palm on top of your hair, stroking you softly. "And I will continue to keep you safe no matter what."
"Thank you…" you say with a happy smile on your face. The first genuine smile you've had in weeks. "That will just make me feel more in debt, but… That just means I have so much more to pay."
"Yeah. I actually came here to talk about our future", he says, sounding disappointed, almost sad. "Like you know, I have expressed desire to adopt you in order to make you a legal citizen of Gallia. It's kind of a new venture to me, and I don't know much about the legality of it, but I thought it would be fine."
You understand even without him saying it. It's not going to be fine. He's not going to be able to adopt you. It's not something you honestly even wanted, although it would've probably been the best idea on paper, at least as far as your future goes. "So, it won't be fine then…?"
Chad shakes his head slowly. "It's not going to be possible. In fact, it might even be impossible for you to become citizen of Gallia, period."
"But why?"
"With the kingdoms of Albion having been wiped off the map, Gallian authorities don't seem to care about diplomacies and keeping up faces with their ancient rivals. They're not accepting any citizenship applications without a good reason. Not having a birth certificate is an instant deal breaker."
Technically, your royal signet is your birth certificate, but there are three problems with this. One, it means nothing to the authorities in this kingdom, since they bow down to a different bloodline. Two, there is no way you could actually prove to them you are the actual owner of this signet. And three, you don't even want to have the title of an orphaned princess to hang over your head in your new life. "But what options are there then?"
"We could go to Rome or Kalmar and try there. It would probably also be in vein, especially in Kalmar. We could also try to forge documents, but should it backfire, we would both be in serious trouble. It's not worth the risk. Same goes for keeping you as an illegal here and hiding you." None of these options seem appealing to you, and from the way Chad talks, he shares the sentiment. "The only that option I have on my hands to continue and protect you, is to register you as a slave."
You freeze to think. To become a slave is the worst-case scenario for you, since it will cast away any chance of you becoming a citizen for years, perhaps even a lifetime. But if you can't become a citizen, you can't be adopted. You can't marry either. But to become a slave might really be your only choice.
"If you go down this road with me, it will take minimum of ten years for you to become a citizen of Gallia, and that's not even guaranteed."
"If it's my only choice…" you begin but can't find the words to convey your feelings instantly. "If it's inevitable… Then being your slave might be preferable to being a slave of someone I don't even know…"
"Exactly", he says and nods. "I don't want to make you a slave, or even treat you as a slave. I feel like I would do a great disservice to you and your kingdom's legacy by making you a slave."
"Then… Is it decided?"
Chad looks away and sighs. "It's so hard for me to do it… But I want to protect you no matter what…"
"I will gladly do it, if it means staying by your side." You blush and as you say that. "Like I said, I owe you… I'm in debt because you saved me. If paying my debt means becoming your slave, I will gladly pay that price."
"The thing is Hanna, I probably don't feel like you owe me as much as you do. I just want your safety."
"Well, you will be able to do that if I become your slave, so it's not a problem." It's true. While slavery may be legal in Gallia, there are very strict rules and regulations in place for slaveowners in regard to what they can do, and what they must do. Every slaveowner in Gallia has a legal responsibility to provide for their property properly. Since you know what kind of person Chad Mason is and have seen firsthand how well he treats his property, you're sure you're in good hands even as a slave. "Besides, what about my feelings?"
"Well, your feelings definitely are important to me" he says and smiles kindly. "Do you feel then that becoming my slave would be a good price to pay for the debt you feel?"
"Yes, but not just that. Being slave means nothing if I'm not going to work for you."
"Would you like to do work for me then?"
As you're about to say "Yes", you hesitate. A seed of doubt enters your mind. You know his business. He runs a child sex business. Working for him as a slave would mean working in that line of work. As fascinated as you are by his business model as opposed to typical child brothels - which by the way you wouldn't want to work in given the better alternative - you're not sure if you want to go down that road. "Big part of me wants to…"
"You don't have to decide right away. Let's think about how you will work for me at later date. Besides, I'm not even sure if you're ready quite yet. You're not in it mentally. You haven't gotten over what has happened yet, am I right?"
You nod slowly. You have lost your ability to laugh and smile properly. You don't have the energy to keep up cheerful acts, which is why you don't really even care about keeping up the appearance as the princess you once were. All of them are things that will probably be fixed in the future. After all, your healing process, while slow, has been steady.
"Cheer up, Hanna. I want the old you back."
You force a smile and begin with "I…" but stop immediately. "Hanna will do her best to cheer up for you, master…"
"Don't force yourself to call me a master", he says and laughs. "And take your time to heal your heart."
"Yeah, but honestly… I feel happier just talking to you… You're the only one I have left in my life…"
"I will do my best to take care of you as well."
"You're not thinking about giving me special treatments though? Other girls could get jealous."
He lays his hands on your shoulders and stares at you for a while, completely silent. Finally, he tells you: "Don't get ahead of yourself. I plan of treating you like I treat all my girls then. Equally, with respect. Fairly, but strictly."
"Is that so?" you ask and thin your eyes in suspicion, as you begin to smile, this time genuinely. "In any case, I'm looking forward to paying my eternal debt to you."
"You do know that an eternal debt is one that can never be paid?"
"Ehehehe… Then I will just have to be your slave for eternity…"
"Please don't say depressing things like that… There is no debt in this world that large…"
"Then we must agree to disagree", you say.
…
And then, just like that, some time passes by.
Despite the conversation you had with Chad Mason, things didn't really change for you much going forward. It took one and a half weeks for necessary paperwork to be prepared, signed, submitted and processed though the magistrate. There were no problems with the process, since you signed the contract as well to fully consent to becoming Chad's property. You received your ID card of partial citizenry. As part of the slave class, you fully belong to another human being, who in this case is your new master, Chad Mason. As a slave, you truly have no rights of your own, no right to vote or even move freely, and no right to own property of your own, and no right to make any kind of legal decisions on your own. Everything must process through Chad Mason. Even the clothes you own are not your own anymore. Everything you work for and earn will belong to your master, down to every single little thing. But that's fine. It's the path you must take for the other, better options are either impossible given the circumstances.
Your condition also continued to get a lot better. All your nightmares are now basically history and when you think about what happened to you and your family, you don't cry anymore. You don't feel like crying even when you talk about it. You have accepted everything, and you're ready to move forward with head held up high. Or, almost everything. You find it still hard to get over the fact that your sister is still alive, kept as a slave, and you find it hard to get over your newfound phobia towards the eldritch. Then again, as long as you don't have to deal with them, which is practically never, you don't have to worry about getting panic attacks either. Most importantly, you have learned how to smile and laugh again.
After few more weeks of thinking and waiting, you made your final decision to start working for your master in the line of work he's known for. There were many reasons for why you decided to finally go down this path, and most of them were connected. There was your guilt for not being able to pay him properly, the fact that all the other slaves besides you did work for him, and your insatiable lust. Once a pervert, always a pervert. But you couldn't get to work immediately. You got tested and trained a lot in Daring Angels' headquarters in Eletria. It was mostly about internal rules of the company, so you wouldn't feel lost when you eventually get to work. It was also quickly decided by your master that you wouldn't be working directly from the headquarters and would instead be assigned somewhere else. He had a perfect place in mind for you, and you finally got to move there. It was a little tough for you to swallow because you wanted to stay close and work to your master, but at the same time, you also understood why you were assigned somewhere else. For starters, there was the issue that was the number of refugees currently in Eletria. He had a real fear you would be recognized. The other problem was that headquarters were overemployed enough already. There was no room for more girls, especially not one-star ranked newcomers such as yourself. This too, was hard for you to swallow. In your past, you had always thought of yourself as exceptionally cute, exceptionally sexy and exceptionally beautiful little girl. Truth was that while you could've rivaled most girls Chad had to offer in terms of looks, you were completely outclassed by more experienced girls in terms of service quality. You had to start at bottom, and the bottom for you was in the village of Peonia.
While the village of Peonia isn't very populated, the areas surrounding it are cultivated and well populated. There are many neighboring villages near it as well. It also lies in the crossroads of two large roads which are often used by adventurers and traders alike. Peonia is by no means a trading hub, but it offers a lot of lodging services for travelers. These reasons are also why it's a great place for one of Chad Mason's brothels.
Out of all brothels your master owns, the one called "Peonia's R&R" was amongst the most secretive about its business. Not even most of the citizens knew about what is going on inside the hotel. Sure, there were a lot of rumors floating around about it, but from the outsider's perspective, it was just a normal lodging house. Reviews were good as well. Common points of praise were cleanliness and great food. Then, there was another business that operated in Peonia as well, if you can even call it a business. It's a charity project, a girl's orphanage owned by church. Children kept by this orphanage work a lot all over the city, and this includes "Peonia's R&R". In fact, it's the only hotel that employs children from the orphanage. Of course, there was a reason for this, and that reason was that most of these female workers were working for Daring Angels in the secret. Of course, hotels employees and the orphanage were in this together, but almost no outsider knew.
You joined this orphanage and it's six girls as a newcomer, out of which all but two were actively working as "angels". You were not only invited as a rookie to the club, but also invited to the city as a valuable part of it. For weeks going forward, you worked almost every day cleaning, cooking, doing almost anything housework related while helping both citizens and businesses alike. Your new life as Hanna the orphan, just a normal country girl, was carefree and relaxing, overall very enjoyable.
Then, it finally happened. Earlier today you got your first assignment from the headquarters. Your very first customer. The request came from a VIP customer and a rich business owner from the town close by who specifically wants only rookies to serve him. And since you are the most suitable girl for this role in the area, it was a no-brainer to let you do it. Nervous, you finally meet him.
He's a gentleman in his late forties, with a slightly chubby belly and a thick and puffy mustache. He's holding a cane, wearing a nice suit and a black top hat.
"Nice to meet you", you say, unable to hide your nervousness. First impressions are very important and while you feel very brave and confident that you can nail what is about to take place, you feel like you have messed up the initial meetup.
"Good to see you, Hanna", the man says and laughs. "It's okay to be nervous. This is your first time after all."
"Y-yes, you are Hanna's very first customer", you say. Your heart is beating like a drum. You look at this man, this total and complete stranger who you're never met in your life. Despite never knowing him before this encounter, you're now isolated in a room with nobody but you two in it. Your tasked with a direct order to spend time with him, entertain him, and eventually sell your body out to him. He's a man that has paid money to your master, your slaveowner, so he can have sex with you. You're getting increasingly nervous just thinking about it.
"You're so tiny. How old are you?"
"Eight."
"I've also been told that you've not a virgin anymore despite never having served a customer."
"Yes, that is right", you admit instantly. You show him your palm and extend all your fingers in one hand. "Hanna has had this many unique partners."
"Oh, is that so?" He asks and laughs. "Now I'm jealous." His words and genuine laugh make you also smile. You're glad you're making a good impression after all. " You're so cute, Hanna. Are you an Albionian?"
"Yes, Hanna is an orphan from that country."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You must've gone through a lot of hardships to end up in here."
You nod slowly, with a shy look on your face. "Please don't feel sorry for Hanna though…"
"I find it hard not to", he says and takes off his hat. He sits down next to you. "But let's not talk about sad things."
"Yes, sir."
He lays his hand on your outer shoulders, holding you close to him. You try to smile, but you find it hard to even maintain an eye-contact. "Are you scared?"
"Ah, maybe a little", you admit.
"Is that so? I will take good care of you, little girl."
You instantly read between the lines what kind of person he is and what kind of service he's expecting of you. And you adjust accordingly. Then again, there's not a lot to adjust, since all you have to do it continue to act the way you have up to this point. You nod happily with an enthusiastic expression and you happily announce: "Hanna will be at your care then!"
…
Just thirty minutes later, you're fully naked with not even a sock or a single piece of jewelry covering your bare body of a child. You're on the bed on your knees, bent over, with an old man fucking you from behind. While relatively short, his is probably the thickest penis that has ever been inside you. Your little eight-year-old cunny is spread open to its limits by it as it grinds balls deep into your hole over and over again. His hips slam against your perky butt with every thrust, slapping against the soft meat. He's not in a hurry either. He's all about the technique and making it last long. You're going to be in this for a long time because you know that once he cums it's probably it. Old men like him don't usually have the stamina to cum multiple times - like the partners you're used have - to so he has to make the one time count. But just because he doesn't cum doesn't mean that it isn't pleasurable for you. He hasn't made you cum yet, but he's going to. His cock feels incredible inside you and his hands play with your body as well. His fingers play with your flat washboard chest and little exposed clit as the cock digs into your loli pussy. Moaning loud, your body explodes into the orgasm, and what a strong orgasm it is. Even after all those times, you still can't get over how anything in the world can feel so amazing. There truly is nothing in the world that is quite like climax felt by a little girl.
It doesn't end with a single position either. He enjoys you from many angles, in many ways. It doesn't dawn on you until you're well into the second hour about why he wanted an inexperienced girl. He likes girls that are awkward, shy and scared. He prefers virgins and to some extent even unwilling girls. He really doesn't care having you entertain or service him. It's all about a powerplay. He seems to love the dynamic between a powerful man and an inexperienced girl. It's clear to you now. His presence is very commanding and dominating. He's the boss, the man. He's the adult in charge. You're a little girl, a child. You are to do as you're told and follow adults' orders. He keeps reminding you this every now and then, and he keeps calling you with names such as "girl", "little one", "kid" and so on. Now, you are by no means inexperienced when it comes to sex, but you're happy to play along and act scared and more innocent than you really are. You can even fake some tears for his enjoyment. And he seems to love it.
He plans to end it with a bang. He lays in the middle of the bed with you sitting down on his dick, legs forced spread, back turned against his face in a reverse cowgirl position. But you're not doing the work. He is. His hands grab tight into your waist and he move you with absolute ease. And not just his hands, but his hips too. He has enough strength in his upper body to lift your tiny and light body with just his pelvis alone. You feel yourself move up and down fast in a state absolute powerlessness and helplessness.
"Oh, I can't take this anymore…! I'm going to cum inside you…!"
"Don't do it…! Please, Hanna begs you…!"
"Ohhh, I'm going to fill your pussy up, little girl! Take it! Take my seed!"
His hips slam into you violently. The sound of skin clashing against skin combined with wet and squishy sounds of your vagina is incredible. Your butt already feels numb. You honestly feel like crying. Your tears are genuine even though your act may not be. "No…! Don't do it inside…! It's not safe today…!"
"I don't care! I'm going to make you into a mommy!" He starts to piston even harder. You have no doubt in your mind that his desire to impregnate you is one hundred percent genuine, a thought that feels sincerely scary to you. "Take my child! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!"
You're at the edge of one final orgasm yourself, and he pushes you over the edge. Loud, you shout one long and stretched out "No!" which is mixed together with a loud scream of pleasure. His hips push upwards as his hands press you down. He ejaculates deep into your hole and white hot cum keeps gushing in to your womb, filling it to the absolute brim. Your eyes roll back and few tears roll down your cheeks.
His grip and hips begin to falter, and he relaxes, still pushing you down on his dick, pressing it against your cervix. But with no movement, you can relax a little bit as well. You feel like fainting, you want to lie down, but the cock has locked you in place. You're still mounted into it, unable to fall into any direction. You can't even muster up resistance to move your hips. Grabbing into you, he moves you up slowly, only to pull your hips back down, forcing you to let out a surprised moan. Dick hits against your deepest part again. "Let's continue."
Your eyes open wide, you think out loud: "Wait, seriously!?"
"What? I rented you for five hours. There's still over three left to go." You could've sworn that the letter read two, but that isn't even the biggest case. Where does he get his energy from? There has to be drugs at play. There's no way such an old man could stay rock hard after cumming. He sits up and moves his hands upwards. He presses them against your ribs. His thumbs press against your sides, while his other fingers press into your flat chest. "You're not getting anywhere, little one", he says. You look down at your body and see your genitals connected. In this position, you can even move your lower body, but it barely has any strength in it, so the dick stays firmly tucked into your eight-year-old pussy, and it's not going to be pulled out any time soon.
"Please, sir… You already came inside Hanna… What else could you possibly want…?"
"I'm going to cum over and over again until your belly is bursting with my seed."
He moves his other hand to your hip and presses other hand against your breast. Embracing you, he begins to thrust, starting out slowly again. Despite the slow pace, you begin to moan loudly and whine. "No, Hanna doesn't want to get pregnant with your child…!"
"It's too late for that already. I made you a mother, and I'm going to make you my wife as well." As he says that, he begins to thrust a little stronger, sinking his fingers into your smooth breast passionately. "You've got no choice but to marry me now, Hanna. The child is mine."
"Hanna doesn't wanna…!" You honestly sound like you're crying.
"You know, Hanna, the divine law say that the girl must always marry the father. It doesn't matter if you're just an eight-year-old little girl, you're going to be my wife, and you're going to be a mother of my children. We're going to do this every day…! You're going to be a beautiful bride, Hanna…!"
His words are scary to you. His fantasies don't exactly line up with yours, but what can you do about it? Work is work and you've got to please your customer no matter what. You just hope you can see it to the end without passing out in exhaustion. With three hours to go, you don't feel like you can go on much longer.
…
Next day, you wake up in the same bed you got fucked in. Next to you is a glass of water along with medicine, flowers and a letter as a thank you. To put it shorty, it thanks you about a delightful evening and wishes you all the best in future endeavors. The man you can't even remember the name of anymore also notes that he was especially impressed by your acting. At one point, he even thought you were being genuine. He expresses desire to do it all over again.
You let down the letter and continue to lay still. To be fair, there was one moment where you genuinely expressed surprise and even a lack of consent because of how tired you were. He probably thought you were acting, which is a good thing for you, of course. But you learned a lesson. Just because you got lucky once and managed to slip one genuine line in your role play doesn't mean you can do it again. And you feel like you need to rewire your brains, so you can't even conceive the idea of lacking consent while working anymore. Your right to refuse ends where your masters paycheck starts. You're a product that pedophiles pay good money for. His consent is your consent. In any case, you've got plenty of time to train with other customers and get better at your job. After all, you're going to do this or do something similar over and over again with many men in not so distant future.
You take the medicine, drink the glass of water, take a shower, and really take your time relaxing before you dress up and head back to the orphanage. As you're leaving, you find another letter in your hand from the young lady behind the counter by the front door. Another assignment, another customer. This time, four hours of service. You're doing this again this night. Yes, this is your life now. You're a daring angel, and a slave of Chad Mason. You ask yourself, will you regret your decision of becoming a slave? You very well might come to regret it, but regardless of how your stance on your life as a slave is, it won't be changing to anything else any time soon. Especially since you're not going to grow up, ever.
Speaking of which, your twice a year dose of elixir to keep yourself forever eight is overdue.