The Chronicles of Red Riding Hood

The Whore Princess

Princess Sarah was a pretty little thing, at the tender age of fourteen, she was blossoming into a fine woman. Her golden spun hair cascaded down like a waterfall to her knees, her eyes sparkled like the finest emerald, and her body, (still child-like) revealed shapely hips and fruitful breasts. All in all she was a lovely young maiden with her life in front of her. However, that wasn't the case. Sarah who had dreamed of a fantasy life of bliss, now lived in a living hell. Why, you may ask? why ask her new husband, King Francisco.
Sarah was never meant to marry the horrible man, that sacrifice was for her older sister. The marriage was suppose to keep Francisco from using his army to crush Sarah's kingdom. At first, things seemed alright, but it fell apart. Months after the marriage, King Francisco broke his promise and led his army against Sarah's kingdom. Her father and all the soldiers were killed, and the women captured.
Sarah remembered the day when her kingdom fell and her and mother were led in front of King Francisco. She saw her dear sister. A sad shadow of her former self. What was once a regal woman of morals and kindness, was a whore who craved sex more than anything. It horrified Sarah to see her sister like that. And then Francisco had taken Sarah and her mother at same time as her people watched. He then declared Sarah his new bride and killed her sister. Even as her beloved sister's blood splattered across the floor, Francisco continued to rape Sarah. Once finished, he imprisoned Sarah's mother and made the captured women into whores for his soldiers.
That day Sarah had lost everything, her pride, her kingdom, mother, sister, and her virginity. Sarah was left with virtually nothing, only the hope that death would come to her when her king tired of her and took another bride.
Sarah cursed her wretched life, as she rode on her stead, soldiers surrounding her. She had just finished an trip to another small kingdom. Had tea with the kingdoms young princess, no doubt her future replacement. She was sent there to give false security to the small kingdom. Another future victim to her King's lust.
She pitied the girl and she hated herself, for she could not breathe a word on Francisco's horrible plans. Sarah had smile, laughed and wove lies about how wonderful her kings kingdom was.
How she wanted to die.
Out on the open road, on her way back to hell, Sarah let the dullness of eyes show. She let her mask fall and show the despair within her.
I wonder if I will end up like sister, crazed sex starved whore, Sarah thought dejectedly.
"Let a smile unto your face, princess" said a soldier. His eyes were hidden behind his helmet, but his mouth was visible. A cruel smile decorated his face, no doubt thinking about taking the princess and raping her. It wouldn't be the first time, and it's not like the king to care. He whored his bride out to near anyone. Still, Sarah hoped that the soldier would take pity and leave her be, yet the soldier kept smiling at her, stepping closer to the horse.
Oh god, no! Sarah screamed in her mind.
"Well, look at that" came the voice of another soldier. Thankfully the leering soldier turned away from Sarah. She thanked the heaven above, but the praise stopped in her throat. There, coming towards the party, was a girl, alone. Sarah's eyes widened in horror.
Already the soldiers were talking amongst themselves. Sarah's horse was stopped and the party halted. The soldiers thought it time for a little break. Their eyes fixed upon the maid coming towards them.
Sarah took in the poor girl coming near, she was tall and she walked with confidence, her tattered red cloak waving in the wind. Her dress was short with a mixture of red and black that held her momentous curves tightly. She wore knee high boots that landed heavily on the gravel on the road, no doubt to the metal that armored the bottoms. Half her face was hidden under a red hood, but spindles of long black hair framed her face. All in all, she a beauty, a dark beauty.
As the woman ventured closer, Sarah wanted to shout out, to warn her, to tell her to flee. Sarah knew that she so called guards were hungry for sex, and had no problem in taking what they wanted.
The woman veered to the right, fully intending to bypass the party and continue on her way. However, a large soldier stepped into her path, forcing the woman to stop.
"Halt, its rude not to bow to royalty as you pass" spoke the soldier, their others chuckling along.
The woman, turned her head towards the princess. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as cold blue eyes regarded her. As quickly as they appeared the orbs retreated under the hood and the woman turned back to the soldier in front of her.
"She is not my monarch, why should I bow?" spoke the woman.
The smile was wiped off the soldiers face, "Why..."
"I have places to be, now please move aside" spoke the woman.
The soldiers were stunned, never have they seen a woman speak so boldly to them. She showed no fear, like they expected. They took a moment to take in the situation. In that time, the woman's foot began to tap impatiently.
"Today man. I haven't got all day" growled the woman.
"How dared you speak to the king's soldiers that way, wench. Have you no respect!" shouted the soldier.
"I give respect where respect is due. As for being the king's soldiers...I could give a rat's ass. Now move" spoke the woman, her voice cold and calm.
Jaws dropped. Sarah couldn't believe what the girl had said. She feared for what would happen next to the brave girl.
"Bitch!" yelled the man "We'll teach you some manners" His hand raised to strike the woman with a powerful blow. The others cheered him on. As his hand was about to make contact, Sarah looked away, not willing to see the poor girl be beaten and then raped. However, a smack wasn't heard, instead gasps were heard. Sarah chanced to look, and her eyes widened. There the woman had the soldier's hand in her grasp.
"Haven't you heard, it's not nice to hit a lady" spoke the woman, and with a flick on her wrist and sickening crack was heard and a scream of agony came the soldiers mouth. He yanked his arm away cradling it.
"Now if you jackass's are done, I'd like to go now or are you foolish enough to challenge me?"
Several soldiers scrambled to attention, pulling out their swords.
"Well, I guess that answers my question" spoke the woman.
Several soldiers charge, fully intending to kill the girl, but nothing prepared them from within the red cloak the girl brandished two swords. In one swing and wave of blood flew through the air and five soldiers went down.
Sarah watched in amazement as the girl danced around the soldiers, cutting as she went. Blood spilled everywhere. What took only moment, over half the convoy was dead, their bodies circling the woman holding bloody swords.
"Who...who are you" stuttered a surviving soldier, laying on the ground shaking like a leaf.
"Listen well, I'm Lydia von Desha! But you can call me Red Riding Hood!" declared the girl.