The Mean Princess: Pt4 (Ea)(TG-Emperess)

A TG-Empress request for Funmeyay!!!!

It was the end of the day, and like every day for the last year, the master of slaves came to collect Belle and bring her back to her room, which is what he called it, but it was still a small cell and a very hard wooden bed with chains to keep her in place.

He brought her in, gave her butt a nice firm squeeze, and asked her to get up on the wooden bed. Having done this every day for a year, Belle didn’t even try to ask him for something more comfortable to sleep on.

She just climbs on up and lets him lock her up for the night. She then watches as he leaves and moments later as Princess Belle enters the cell with the lamp. She smiles when she sees Belle in her broken, defeated state.

A bit of hope returns to Belle’s eyes as she sees the lamp. Princess Belle places the lamp next to Belle, just out of her reach, like normal. Princess Belle then leaves the cell and watches Belle try and rub the lamp for a while.

Once the princess has had enough, she takes her leave, and Belle is left alone with the lamp. Belle continued to try and reach it, as she had done every night for the last year, until she passed out from exhaustion.

She just needed one little rub and she’d get her three wishes. The first of which she’ll use to get herself free of this situation. She wanted it tonight more than ever, as tomorrow was once again her birthday, and she didn’t want to spend another one as a slave and servant to the new princess.

So she tried with all she had, over and over again, but it seemed like it was going to end just like it always had, with Belle failing to rub the lamp and getting her wishes and her life back, but then something unexpected happened.

The chain that held her arms up and to the wooden bed broke, freeing her from the table. Belle sat up and looked at her wrists in disbelief. Her wrists were still bound together, but the chain that attached her wrists to the table had a broken link on it.

Belle turned her head and looked. It seemed struggling over and over again over the past year had caused the chains to become more and more damaged, and today, after all this time, they broke, and that meant she could finally do it; she could rub the lamp.

Belle turned her legs to the side of the wooden bed and then stepped onto the ground. She then slowly walked towards the lamp; her heart was filling with excitement and she couldn’t wait to get her life back.

That was going to be her first wish, to reverse all the wishes that Princess Belle made to steal her life. Her second wish was going to be used to punish the princess, and Belle was going to make her life so much worse than she made Belle’s.

A life as a slave would be too harsh; perhaps she’ll turn the princess into an immortal pig and have her sent to a nice farm where she’ll roll in mud and shit like an animal for the rest of time. Or turn her into a living statue and display her in the courtyard.

Or maybe since the princess was originally a guy and wanted to be a girl so badly, Belle would wish that she were the most famous brothel girl in all the world, and she’ll spend every day getting pounded by gross, horny men for money and perhaps even get herself pregnant a few times.

Belle laughed at the ideas she was coming up with; well, she tried, but she still couldn’t make a sound since she couldn’t speak. Belle picked up the lamp and rubbed it, and as promised, smoke came from the lamp and a magical genie appeared before her.

The genie looked at Belle and laughed. She said it was about time she was let out. She then said something about Princess Belle taking her sweet time to let her out. Belle was confused about that, but it really didn’t matter.

She was ready for her wishes, ready to get her life back. The genie looked at Belle and rolled her eyes. Oh yeah, you want your three wishes. The genie then smiled. Go ahead and speak them and I will grant them.

The genie then started to laugh, which confused Belle until she remembered she couldn’t speak. Belle touched her throat and tried to indicate to the genie she was unable to speak. The genie pretended to care and said that was a shame.

She then told Belle that any form of communication worked as well. If she knew sign language, she could use that. Belle gulped; one of the other slaves tried to teach her, but she was bad at it, not to mention they barely had time thanks to working all day and Belle trying to rub the lamp all night.

Belle looked around; the genie said any form of communication would work, and there was one thing Belle knew she could do. As the former princess, she spent years being taught by the best tutors in the land so she could write amazingly.

That would be how she’d make her wishes. She walks around her cell looking for something and notices a table outside her cell with exactly what she needs. She gets up close to the bars and squeezes her arms through them in order to grab them.

Trying to rub the lamp over and over for the last year was great practice, or perhaps this was just easier, but she got a piece of paper, a feather to write with and some ink. She took it all to the wooden table and set it up.

The genie was still giggling to herself quickly as she came to watch Belle. Belle got to work writing her wish down. She simply wrote that she wished to undo all the wishes that Princess Belle, the person who stole her life, made.

She then handed it to the genie, proud of coming up with the idea of using the paper and excited to finally get back to her pampered life. The genie looked at the paper for a moment, then busted out laughing so hard she had to hold her side.

The genie tossed the paper on the table and told Belle that it was total gibberish; not a single actual word was written on it. Belle felt her heart drop and she looked at the paper. She was sure she had written her wish on it; she didn’t read it over as she was confident she could write.

However, looking at the paper now, Belle realized the genie was right; she didn’t write anything—it was just a bunch of scribbles. Belle tried again but stopped when she realized she couldn’t remember how to write.

Belle looked up at the genie, horrified. The genie managed to make herself stop laughing and then pointed to a sign outside Belle’s cell. The genie asked Belle to read what it said. Belle looked at it and couldn’t read it, but she’s never been able to read it.

She just assumed it was a language she didn’t know. The genie told Belle it said dungeon in her native tongue. Belle shook her head, not believing it, but she started to think back to the past year. There have been a few times she’s seen things she couldn’t read.

She just assumed she was either super tired and couldn’t focus or it was a different language. She kept blaming it on being tired, but deep down she knew it was that she was illiterate now and simply couldn’t accept it, not until now.

Belle fell to her knees, completely broken and void of hope. There was nothing she could do to get out of this. The genie patted Belle on the head and pretended to feel bad for her, but she then said that if Belle could figure out a way to make a wish, she could call the genie anytime.

The genie then laughed, saying that in the meantime, she was free to do what she pleased since she had a master who hadn’t used all their wishes. So without wasting any more time, the genie snapped her fingers and left the cell, going who knows where.

Belle just sat on her knees looking at the lamp. All her effort over the last year was wasted. It was all just some cruel prank, or more like torture. She was no longer the princess, and she’d never be again. Worst of all, it was her fault. If she were just a kinder person.

If she was, she’d never have done that to the chef’s assistant, and he’d have never found the lamp and used it to become the new princess. At the very least, if she treated the slaves better, she wouldn't be trapped in a cell wearing such revealing clothes every day. There was a lot she did wrong, and now she had a whole lot of time to reflect on it.