Peas and the Princess

Princess was outside in a thunderstorm, drenched, and frightened.

Trying to find shelter, she dodged lightning strikes and ran until reaching a gate. Portia pounded on the gate until the old king of the principality opened it and was surprised to find a princess asking to be received and I got lost in the storm. Is it true your son is looking for a wife?”

The old queen decided to test if this raggedy-ass girl was truly a princess. She went to a guest room and had a servant stack twenty mattresses on top of one pea. Only a princess would be able to feel a tiny pea underneath this stack.

Portia used the ladder the Queen had placed against the mattresses, climbed to the top, and laid down.

“Ouch, what the hell is that!” she exclaimed.

She went naked to the Prince’s room. Her perfect body enchanted him and he was easily convinced to go to her room.

“There is something lumpy in the bed. Help me undo the mattresses.” Prince readily agreed, watching Portia’s curvy naked figure while licking his lips. I don’t care; I will enjoy her whether or not we marry.

They had strewn the mattresses around the large room.

“I see the pea your mother put there!” Portia threw it out the window and put a mattress back. “Prince, please put another mattress on top.” Following her demand, he laid down, opening his arms, his mind on other things.

“Lie on your stomach, Prince.” Grinning broadly, he obliged, although his manhood had to be shoved to the side.

Portia’s wrestling with her brothers gave her super strength. “Stay right there,” she told him as she pulled his trousers down, exposing his buttocks. Portia lifted three mattresses and flung them onto him, trapping him.

“Hey! Stop!” he yelled.

She stacked the mattresses one by one, and eventually, his muffled cries could not be heard.

Portia, naked, knocked on the Queen’s door.

“Why are you at my door naked, you filthy rat-liar?”

“The Prince needs you. He is in my room.”

Portia swung the ladder and killed the Queen with one stroke.

Afterward, she seduced the King and fed him peas each day.

++++ 366 words for L.C. Schäfer's Fucked Up Fairytales - An Unofficial Challenge

The old king let her into his house so Portia didn't hurt him. The old queen didn't like her even though she didn't know her; and the Prince - well, he was a lecherous jerk and deserved to be smothered in the bed he thought would be his "fun place."

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