By Sir Kyle - February 1st, 2004
Princess Ann, the Voyeur -Chapter One
Princess Ann, born in 1292, was the first daughter of William, the Duke of York, and his wife Isabella. York is located in North Yorkshire, the biggest and one of the most profitable counties of England. William inherited the huge castle and all the surrounding grounds from his father. The original castle was built in 912 and had grown in size as each generation built or modified it to their specific tastes.
Ann was always an avid reader, spending countless hours in the castle library when she wasn't outdoors chasing butterflies or playing with various servant children. Her nana taught her to read simple books at the age of three and her active mind loved those hours spent plowing through every book she could reach.
Each year, as she grew taller, she could reach higher shelves. It was the spring of 1300 when she stumbled on an old dusty volume that hadn't been touched for years. It was an ancient history of the castle and contained the various castle floor plans throughout the years.
It was her third day of reading chapters and looking at the related maps when she saw it, the reason why the north wall of the main castle had no windows. Apparently Phillip, the third generation Duke, was a bit of a voyeur and had added a new north wall. That wall enclosed a set of secret tunnels that allowed Phillip to wander around peeking through the eyes of various art work firmly attached to the inner walls.
The story wasn't very clear, but she was able to decipher that Phillip thought that his wife was cheating on him in some fashion. Ann, at the tender age of eight, wasn't yet aware of what that might have meant, but her curiosity was aroused.
She kept reading and studying the maps and floor plans, trying to find a clue to the entry to these secret tunnels. She found it by accident while returning the book to it's spot at the end of a large bookcase. She had to stand on tip toes to reach the shelf and she just happened to lose her balance and grabbed at a fancy carving on the edge of the bookcase. When she applied her meager 50 pounds on the head of the gargoyle, it pulled down and the wall adjacent to the bookcase creaked open.
She walked inside and it closed behind her, leaving the poor girl terrified. She kicked at the wall and clawed everywhere until she found the handle, directly opposite where the gargoyle was on the other side. The door creaked open again and she was free, not only free, but the sole owner of this very secret place.
There's nothing young children love more than a secret place, a place to explore and enjoy. Ann got a candle holder from her room, one designed to fit her little fingers, added a fresh candle and took it down to the library. Making sure that she was indeed alone, she lit the candle and pulled down the gargoyle head and stepped inside.
She giggled, made sure she could see the inner handle, then began her tour of the tunnel. It was quite long, covering almost the entire north wall of the castle. As she walked along she saw little handles at various heights. She could only reach the lower ones where old dusty pillows lay beneath the peep holes. Apparently the art work was at different heights on the inner walls and Phillip must have knelt down to use the lower peep holes.
She opened the first one and looked through, discovering a view of the library she had just left. Perfect, this would let her make sure the library was empty before opening the secret door to leave. The second one that she could reach gave her a view of the main dining room where Estelle, the maid was setting the table for lunch. She giggled softly as she watched, those little tingles running through her little eight year old body as she spied on her first person.
This was extremely exciting, something only she would ever know about. She spent that first day looking through every peep hole she could reach. The scullery was her favorite spot. From there she could watch cookie and the maid preparing meals. It was a bit hard to hear everything they said, but she was already learning things most little girls wouldn't hear or understand for years.
The second day she learned that Nanette and Estelle both were in love, whatever that meant, with the son of the castle gardener. The maids would giggle and chatter away about just how handsome the lad looked when working shirtless in the summer heat.
Ann soon was sneaking downstairs after bedtime and slipping into her secret tunnel to spy on the adults as they ate dinner. She even got to watch a party held in the main ballroom. Someday she would be out there dancing with those handsome men.
It was a summer day months later when she saw Nanette in the kitchen alone when the gardener lad entered. To Ann's amazement, Nanette let the lad kiss her. "Eeewwwww," slipped from her young mouth, vowing that she would never do that with a boy.
Princess Ann, the Voyeur -Chapter Two
It was four years later and Ann had reached the tender age of twelve. Each year she had been able to reach higher peep holes and her knowledge of people had grown. Now she only visited her very private spot when something interesting was going on.
It was a day that she was totally bored that she found the next room in the wall. She saw the lever she had grown to ignore because if had been out of reach. Her fingers now reached it and she gave it a pull. The door at the end of her secret tunnel opened and she got her first glimpse of the stone stairs that led up to the upper floors.
The stairs led up and down to all the floors of the castle and at the age of twelve she knew quite a bit more, she knew there were secrets in those various bedrooms. She went back to the library and spent the afternoon studying the castle floor plans. She made mental notes of the order of each upper floor.
That night, after everyone had retired, she took her candle and entered her secret tunnel. She was all a tingle as she headed upstairs. She could now reach all of the peep holes and she started at one end and peeked in each bedroom. Her mother was still combing her hair, something Ann had often seen, so she moved on. Her father's bedroom adjoined her mothers and Ann blushed as she first saw her father half naked as he prepared for bed.
She closed the peep hole giggling and moved on. There was her own bedroom, the candles quenched and a pillow tucked under her coverlets, a trick she had learned long ago in case somebody looked in her bedroom.
Since they had no guests at the moment, the rest of the second floor was empty. So up she went to the third floor, the servants quarters. She saw Nanette in her room reading a book and fussing under the blankets. What on earth was she doing? Suddenly, Nanette uttered the gardener lad's name, Billy, and she moaned and her head rolled back.
Ann couldn't stop watching, strange feelings surging through her young body, feelings she couldn't understand. Nanette finally quieted down, set the book aside and blew out her candle.
Ann closed the peep hole and sat there for a while, trying to understand what she had just seen. She finally got up and headed back. She peeked in her father's bedroom but was surprised that he wasn't there, no doubt had gone back downstairs as he often did to smoke and read.
Then she peeked in her mother's bedroom and horror of all horrors, there they were, her father on top of her mother wrestling about on the bed. She jerked away, thinking her father was killing her mother, but her curiosity knew no bounds. She reopened the peep hole and was absolutely astounded. If her father was killing her, her mother sure seemed to be enjoying her death.
It finally dawned on Ann that they were indeed having sex, something Ann had read about after reaching the upper shelves of the library. She couldn't stop watching as her mother wrapped her legs around her father and started a mixture of crying and groaning. She could barely make out all her words but she did hear the word "Yes" dragged out and repeated over and over again.
Ann closed the peep holes and decided that was something she wasn't going to ever watch again. She went back downstairs, made damn sure the library was empty, and slipped out of her secret place. She snuck up to bed and lay there thinking, her body tingling in strange places.
She felt her new little breasts, just like Nanette must have been doing under her blankets, then fell asleep.
Princess Ann, the Voyeur -Chapter Three
By the time she was sixteen, Ann was coming of age and her mother Isabella, the Duchess of York, said they would soon be holding her coming out party. Her mother spent several evenings, supposedly enlightening her daughter in the ways of men and how babies were conceived and born.
Ann knew a lot more about her body than she let on. Using the peep holes, she had witnessed numerous couples in the process of enjoying sex. Some of those events were quite lovely, often couples that stayed over as guests after the many weekend parties that her parents hosted.
And sometimes they were quite informational, teaching her tricks that not many teenagers new were even possible. Little did her mother know how much Ann had seen and how many nights she had spent toying with her body until she reached an exciting release.
Then there was the new gardener lad, Will, that Ann often watched working in the garden. He knew that she watched him and he purposely teased her. What he didn't know was she had seen him in both Nanette and Isabella's bedrooms satisfying their wild hungers. Ann was jealous of the servants getting all his attention and she often would return to her bedroom and pretend Will was satisfying her.
Ann knew it was wrong for her to lust after a mere servant lad, but she just couldn't help herself. If she could just find a way to draw him away from everybody, to get him alone. However, Will said no, if they were caught playing in the garden he would be fired and driven off.
Another point of interest was the arrival of Lord Alfred and Lady Elizabeth Helms who were staying at the castle for several weeks. Alfred was quite handsome and Elizabeth, who they all call Liz, was a stunningly beautiful brunette. Ann's parents scheduled a huge party the first Saturday evening they were there.
Of course, at the first opportunity after the party started, Ann snuck downstairs and into her secret tunnels. She watched the party for almost an hour, knowing that someday soon she would be out there, dancing with handsome young men and enjoying their attention.
Alfred and Elizabeth seemed to be having a great time, sitting at a table with another young couple who lived in the town of York, Richard and Sarah Adams. They took turns dancing with each other and were having a grand old time. Elizabeth excused herself, left the table and headed up the staircase. A few minutes later, while Alfred danced with Sarah, Richard disappeared.
Ann knew both couples had guest bedrooms on the second floor and she hurried upstairs to peek. Sure enough both bedrooms were empty, so she moved down the tunnel peeking quickly in each guest room. She found them in the last empty guest room.
Richard had Liz pressed against the wall, kissing her hard and had managed to free one of her breasts. Ann was a true voyeur now and it was very exciting to watch them. She couldn't resist the temptation and soon slipped her hand down inside her panties.
Richard lifted Liz's skirt and slipped his hand between her thighs, rubbing her privates. Liz was panting hard and broke the kiss so she could bite Richard's neck as he suckled her nipple. Within seconds Richard had freed his weapon and with one hard thrust, plunged it up inside her.
Richard kept shushing her, but soon they were both groaning and she was urging him on. He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her sounds as her eyes flew wide open and she came.
Ann couldn't believe what she had seen, pure, lustful adultery right before her eyes. That night back in her bed, she imagined being taken like that by the handsome Richard.
To be continued
Princess Ann, the Voyeur -Chapter Four
For those that missed the first three chapters, you can read them in the MacLaaran library, but basically Princess Ann, born in 1292, was the first daughter of William, the Duke of York, and his wife Isabella. York is located in North Yorkshire, the biggest and one of the most profitable counties of England. William inherited the huge castle and all the surrounding grounds from his father. The original castle was built in 912 and had grown in size as each generation built or modified it to their specific tastes.
Ann had found her way into the castles old and long forgotten secret tunnels that allowed her to peek in many of the castles rooms. It was her third day of reading chapters and looking at the related maps when she saw it, the reason why the north wall of the main castle had no windows. Apparently Phillip, the third generation Duke, was a bit of a voyeur and had added a new north wall. That wall enclosed a set of secret tunnels that allowed Phillip to wander around peeking through the eyes of various art work firmly attached to the inner walls.
It was 1308 and she was 16 when Ann made it a point to seek out Will in the gardens. She asked him if he could keep a secret, and the lad laughingly said, "Sure, as long as it won't cost me my job." Ann promised to show him her secret place, when the time was right.
There was another party scheduled for the following Saturday night, and of course both the Helms and the Adams attended. Ann snuck Will into the library under the guise off showing him something there. Once the party got rolling, Ann showed Will into her secret tunnels. He was almost as amazed as she had been as they watched the party through the peep holes.
Sure enough Richard and Liz slipped off again, one at a time, and Ann showed Will the stairway up to the second floor. Together they watched the couple in that back spare guest room and Ann got her wish. The horny young lad threw caution to the winds and soon had Ann pressed hard against the tunnel wall.
She was extremely nervous, but determined to see this through to the end and surrender her virginity to this handsome young lad. She needed to know if it was truly as exciting as it appeared. At least Will had experience, not some fumbling young prince that might even hurt her.
It was so exciting to feel his hand on her breast instead of her own. She felt his tongue slip in her mouth as he bared her breast and played with her hardening nipple. He was quite talented and when his hand slipped in her panties his fingers were gentle and she almost came before he lowered her to the floor. She had used some of those old kneeling pillows to prepare a bed on the cold stone floor.
Soon her panties were gone, history, and he was inside her. He was gentle there too, and when he broke through, there was only a little twinge instead of the pain she had feared. She loved it and used her legs to draw the lad home. He managed to restrain himself until she came, then pulled out and groaned aloud as he left his seed on her now bare belly.
A perfect ending to a voyeur's dreams
To be continued
Princess Ann, the Voyeur -Chapter Five
Finally, having achieved her goal, Ann felt like a real woman. She had lost her virginity in her own way, using the talented young gardener, Will, to satisfy her curiosity. The problem was, she loved it. So much so she could hardly wait to try it again.
Will, of course was willing, and this time they used the hayloft in the stables. Will knew the stables quite well, and when the coast was clear he whistled softly and she ran inside. He helped her up the steep ladder and over to the area he had diligently prepared.
He expected to have to teach her everything, but he soon realized she had seen quite a lot through those peep holes. She had even asked him to fetch a lambskin they could use as protection. She wasn't ready to have Will's baby and embarrass her parents.
She brought a bit of twine and insisted on closely examining his manhood before attempting to install the thin sheepskin she had often watched used in those bedrooms. To Will, who had simply learned to pull out with the servant girls, (at least most of the time), this was a new experience. Ann wound up laughing when he came as she toyed with him, shooting his seed high in the air.
At least he didn't leave her in that horny state, using his hands and tongue to get her off several times. They stayed in the hayloft for several hours and finally managed to attach the sheepskin. Satisfied he was now "safe", she let him have his way with her again.
Life with her newfound boyfriend was wonderful and they even learned a few tricks of their own, but Ann still wasn't satisfied. She wanted desperately to be out there on the dance floor with the men. Her mother kept saying, "Be patient, Ann, when you're eighteen we'll hold your coming out party." Little did her mother know just how much our Ann knew about "coming".
Ann spent many hours in her secret place watching people. It wasn't always the sex that intrigued her, it was also the romance. She watched loving couples. She watched seductions. She just knew she would be better prepared than the young males and females invited to her coming out party.
Princess Ann, the Voyeur -Chapter Six
1310!! Ann's 18th birthday and her mother, Lady Isabella, Duchess of York, was ready to introduce her beautiful and anxious daughter. .
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