The Indian Prince

So here's a new story for you guys i have a couple of new chapters already done, this is the first chapter of the story, let me know how it is in the comment section below. 

This is a story about a king who loses everything even his masculinity trying to save his kingdom and his people. 

THE INDIAN PRINCE

Chapter 1

The castle stood on the hill which almost eclipsed the rising sun of the day. The sun shone bright in the clear sky while the birds chirped it was a perfect summer day in the kingdom. The market of in the city was filled with people going about their business like normal, unsuspecting of anything.

Looking at the weather no one could have guessed what was to befall on the poor Varman kingdom.

The bloody war went on for the 6 days which nearly wiped out everything of the kingdom. The castle had been captured and nearly every house plundered.

“Tell me King Bhaskar what should I do with you, after repeated warnings why did you still throw all your men to die? How do you feel being the sole reason for the deaths of all those men which you could have avoided? And if you think I would give you an easy death, then you are wrong”, said the war lord as he gripped the huge lion shaped head of the arm of the throne that he now sat on which once belonged to the very king that stood in front of it on his knees in shackles.

“I would see to it that you witness the death of every last man of your kingdom”, washed with the guilt of the death and destruction of so many Bhaskar pleaded.

“I would do anything for you, but leave my people alone. Let them live.” Said Bhaskar with a voice that showed the physical and mental pain that he had suffered through for the last 6 days.

“Anything hmm….”, said the warlord as he thought for a moment. “Bhaskar I have just the punishment for you. If you accept your punishment I will treat your people with respect but if you choose to disobey me or don’t comply in time, I will wipe all of your kingdom.”, said the warlord with a booming voice.

Bhaskar knew that the punishment would be really brutal but he would do anything for his people. He accepted the punishment with a defeated nod.

The guards dragged the king back to his cell and left him in the dungeon for what seemed like eternity to the king but actually was just a week.

The weeks without any food had really drained all the energy from the poor king.

As the king lay on the cold floor with the shackles to his feet. There was yellow light coming though the little window from the iron door. Followed by the sound of the footsteps.

This time the king was carried on a gurney into an another dimly lit from which he recognized as the mage’s lab. Seeing this his heartbeat rose.

The gurney restricted all body movements, he couldn’t look around to see what was going on. Although his nasal senses were on overload, smelling all the beautiful fragrances.

Maybe the fragrance or maybe the exhaustion made him fall asleep.

Suddenly Bhaskar opened his eyes and realized he was under some kind of liquid and couldn’t breathe. He jolted up to get out of the strange purple liquid.

As he struggled to breathe as much air as possible. He coughed up the strange liquid, he didn’t notice it then but his voice sounded quite different.

He remembered everything that had happened for the last month and sorrow filled his heart.

Wiping the thick liquid away from his eyes to see better. The first person he saw was the mage Shadia who had a very concerned look on her face, he also so female guards standing around him with swords in their hands.

Suddenly his attention shifted from the surroundings to his own body. He knew that there was something quite wrong with his own body.

Bowing his head down he saw that his muscular hands were replaced with feminine elegant hands with slender fingers. He noted that there was no body hair on his hands and had no doubt that there was no hair elsewhere either.

Looking down some more suddenly his eyes where covered with long black hair still covered in the purple liquid. Slowly separating the hair with his hands Bhaskar’s half of the vision was filled with fleshy mounds protruding from his own chest. He realized that they were definitely womanly breasts, with the pink nipples at the top of breasts.

With one hand he held his new breast on the left amazed at how soft they felt.

Fearing the worst, Bhaskar’s right hand crept up under the liquid towards his groin, to find that his masculine tool was replaced with a slit, touching it almost caused him to moan but instead had a tear in his eyes. He couldn’t even imagine what trouble he had gotten himself into.

As he was experiencing all the changes his body had gone through, he heard the Shadia order the guards to take him out of the tub and clean him for presentation.