Playthings

It started innocently enough. As a child Roger had snuck through the forest of thorns up the hillside to the enchanted castle. Only the most ancient could even remember a time when the castle was not covered in the dangerous rose briar. The legend went that all the king’s court had been trapped in the castle and placed under a nefarious spell. But Roger did not believe in such twiddle even as a child, until he saw it for himself. Everyone in the castle lay sleeping. Over the top of all of them was a century’s worth of dust.

            He had run home, but before telling anyone he had an epiphany. No one else could reach the castle except him. It would be the most magnificent playhouse that ever was, and it would be all his. If he told someone about it, they would surely take it for themselves, and then he would never get to go back. But if he kept it his own little secret then he could go back and forth whenever he wanted.

And for the next twenty years he did just that. When he was a child he would sit atop the king’s lap and rule over the sleeping courtiers. When he grew a little older he would take refuge there after a hard day’s labors in the fields and have long conversations with the slumbering kitchen staff. It wasn’t until he was a young man that a truly despicable idea came to him. It emerged after he had dethroned the king. Roger looked over at the queen and saw how lovely her face was in the moonlight. Overcome by her beauty Roger leaned over and kissed her. She did not wake. Roger stood before the slumbering queen and realized he could do whatever he wished with her and she would not wake. He could do whatever he wanted with anyone in the castle. He reached out his hand and placed it upon the queen’s breast. Still she slumbered. He gently worked his hand up her skirts. Still she did not wake. He untied his belt and pulled her hips close to his own. The queen slept on as though nothing was happening. While making love to her limp body was not as satisfying as a waking woman it was enjoyable enough for Roger.

When he finished he replaced her upon her throne. He stood in awe of what he had just done. He had had his way with the queen. If the king were to awake and find this he would surely have Roger’s head. Yet, the king slumbered on as much as the queen. In fact everyone still remained perfectly asleep.

Roger wandered about the castle looking at all the sleeping bodies in a new light. There were girls of ever shape and size all over the castle. He could make love to a new woman ever night and perhaps never have his way with all that resided there.  

Roger would come back every night after his labors were done. He would start by taking the crown off the king’s head and making violent love to his queen. Then, if the mood struck him, he would turn the king over and have his way with him as well. Then he would wander the great hall and pick a courtier to molest. After that he would wander the castle doing horrendous things to whatever poor scullery maid he came across that night. At the end of the night he would carefully place all he had touched back to its proper place and return back to the village as though he had never been there at all, only to return and do the same the next night.

This continued until he was married and had a wife of his own. Roger liked having a woman that would respond to his touch. He enjoyed not having to lift and pull to get her body in the right position. She was soft and warm and sweet and he liked her very much. He still occasionally went up to the castle and had his way with the queen or the courtiers, but he saved most of his love making for his wife. That is, until he found her.

Tiring of the same old playthings Roger ventured to the highest room of the tallest tower searching out a new face. There he found a most magnificent beauty lying in bed. Her hair was gold like the sun, her lips as red a rose buds, and her skin as smooth as porcelain. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He touched her milky white skin and knew that no other woman would ever be enough. He quickly undressed her and laid his hands on her smooth supple breasts. He pulled up her long soft legs and drove into her young beautiful flesh. Even though she could not move he would not trade her for any woman in the world. He came back every night to make love to his most perfect rose. He did not return to the king and queen in the great hall having found the real prize.

He would have kept coming back forever had it not been for the prince. While making his way towards the castle he found the thorns had gone. He saw a rider pass through the now open gates. Roger panicked at the thought of what would become of his dearest golden idol. He ran up to the highest room to find the prince and his dear rose locked in a most deep and passionate kiss. She was awakened. The spell was over and the castle was his playground no more.

On the Princess’s wedding day Roger stood with the peasants and watched as all his precious playthings took on lives of their own, and when the princess passed him she did not see him. He was just another face in the crowd.