1869 was an exciting time for Violet to be a 10 years old. Things were changing at a radical pace. Living in her small village was nice and secure, but everyone knew that outside was a whole new world, that was exciting and fun. Every day, there were new inventions to bring England in the future.

That is most likely why my mom left when I was small. She wanted to see the world. Many years later, I would learn that she was a prostitute in the big town, and tried to be an actress and other things. The only thing she was good at was being a whore. As for me, I grew up with my Granny. She was very old, but the nicest grandmother anyone could ever have. She was quiet and often went around Mumbling to herself. At night she would say her prayers so even I could hear. The sole purpose of Granny’s life was to take care of me and keep the little house we lived in clean. The problem was that we were so poor, as she had no job, except washing people’s clothes. This meant that we sometimes we just had bone soup or stale bread. The thing was that I was happy. I was being raised as a good Catholic girl in a loving and secure home. I knew nothing about the dark sides of society and its dangers, and thought that only rich people lived in the Royal Castle.

It was just a few days after my birthday when Granny was giving me some leftovers a neighbour gave her. The door opened which led to Granny saying some prayer, as she thought we were being robbed. I looked at the stylish woman and realized that she was my mother. I hid in a corner and didn’t know what to do. I have not seen her since I was born, and only got some postcards from where she was. But deep down I always knew she would come back and take care of me, because she loved me. Mom looked at me and tried to smile. She looked like she was a princess!

Granny was not that happy to see mom. She saw mom as a lost cause and concentrated on me. I could see Granny was annoyed, as she asked mom if she was a failure, and whether she came back because she had nothing to do. My mother started unpacking in her room and said that she came back to be with me. I needed a mom that would teach me about how the world was in reality. Mom gave me a hug, complaining about how old fashioned my dress was. I gave my mom 10 years of hugs.

While the two women argued, I went through Mum’s things. Her clothes were so pretty and were not coarse like the ones I wore. They were also so colourful. They were so heavy and when I looked at Mum, I understood why. They did show lots of skin. I found this huge box and asked what it was. Mum got a bit mad and told me that this was a photo camera and that was her new job. She took pictures. I smiled and asked her if she would take a picture of me. Would it hurt? Mom laughed and said our village was still in the Middle Ages.

Then Mum went in her bedroom and for the next few days, we could hear lots of noises coming from her bedroom as she was throwing things out and taking bags of things into her room. We could hear her hammering and once in a while swearing. She told me that I was not allowed in the bedroom. I could see Granny was annoyed that Mum was back, but she did not want to kick her out. She must have loved her deep down. She did tell me several times that I should not get so used to Mum, as she would end up hurting me.

A few days later, Mum came out and was full of smiles. She told me I could come and visit her new home. I skipped towards her bedroom while she told Granny that she was to stay out of her new home

I jumped up and down as I entered the room. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It is hard to describe, but it was like entering a cloud. There were beads all over the place as well rolls of cloth hanging from the ceiling. There were also lots of candles and scented sticks. In one side of the room she made a studio, where she could take pictures of people. I told her this was the best room in the whole country and that made her smile.

She gave me a box, and said it was a present for me. I smiled as I opened the box. It was an angel sitting on a tree swing. It was porcelain. I was going to let the angel swing, but this irritated mom, which told me never to do that. Mom was already irritated anyway as Granny was shouting through the door, “I know you do not want me in the room, as it is probably a whore’s room. What will you do for money? I have none to give to you.”

Mum thought for a while, while looking at me, and then her face looked like as if she had discovered some world secret. She put me on her lap and explained she would take photographs. This would make her rich. She didn’t want any money from anyone; she just wanted her daughter…. to love her.

She then took me over to her studio and put the swinging angel on a table. She told me that I could play with it. I started swinging the angel; she was pretty as she sang back and forth. As I watched her swing back and forth, I just noticed how pretty she was. I was smiling as I had never felt so happy in my life. I could feel all the thoughts in my head disappear and I was smiling following the angel back and forth. Back and forth.

I think I must have fallen asleep. But I had the strangest dream. Mum told me to put on a summer dress with no petticoats. Then she started taking pictures of me, which was so fun. It got weird at times, like when she told me to show my shoulder. I don’t remember much else. When I woke up, I was in my own bed. The strange thing was that I was wearing the summer dress that I dreamt about.

The next day I was at school. It was nearly summer break from school and this made me so happy. The teacher told us that we were all becoming young women and she wanted to know what we wanted to do after school. Some said to work as a maid, and others said to work in the factories. I told them I dreamt about being a model. Most didn’t know what this meant, and were confused. The teacher laughed and told me I was a dreamer. I protested, saying my mother was a photographer, and she would use me as a model. Everyone laughed at this.

I went home crying to my mother. To be honest, she really didn’t care. She just told me I would feel better if I played with my swinging angel. I did that and Mum was right. Within a few minutes, my mind was blank again and my eyes were getting more and more tired. I laid next to the angel. I could hear Mom saying that I was now ready, let’s take my dress off. I couldn’t remember more, as I was sound asleep.

When I woke up, I was in my bed once again. I don’t remember how I got there, but I obviously did not have energy to get ready for bed, as I only had panties on. These were not the ones that Granny wore, that were long down my thighs. These panties were just around my privates. I decided to get up and get ready for school. I put on my petticoats and hat and hugged my sleeping mom and went to school.

School went well. It was boring but no one expected it to be exciting. After school, my mother came to pick me up from school. She was dressed like a princess, with beautiful clothes. She took my hand and I could see that she was not happy. She told me we were visiting one of her friends. I could see she was looking up and down at me. Then she shouted out I looked like an old Granny with the clothes I was wearing. She asked me what was the matter with the sundress she put on me the other day. I didn’t want to tell her that it showed lots of skin

We came to her friend, who was a blacksmith. I was very polite as I walked around looking at all his things. I thought it was very dirty and warm there. But at the back where he was speaking with Mum, he had some paintings. They were quite weird. Naked children on the beach. Could he not paint clothes? I walked over to where Mum was. She had her arms around him asking what he thought of her pictures. By now I was getting bored. I peeked on Mum showing the man her photo book. It was fun as they couldn’t see me. I could see the pictures. They were pictures of me. I smiled as they were photos of me in a dress. I posed, looking like a princess, and I was smiling. The photos were of me in the summer dress, which looked nice. A few pictures were embarrassing as my legs were spread in some of the pictures and you could see those modern panties I was wearing. In other pictures, the sundress fell down where my shoulder was showing.

The next pictures were worse. They were pictures of me in panties and a strange top that left my arms bare and did not even fully cover my ribs. Again I was posing in different ways, but these pictures were somewhat rude. It was like I wanted the whole world to see my body. I was raised by Granny to believe that the body was holy and should not be shown in public. Now the whole world could see these.

I was confused as a tear rolled down to my chin. The man was asking Mum some strange questions and she was saying she will be rich. When he asked her how I felt, she just laughed and said angels could change the way children think. I didn’t really understand what she was saying. I didn’t really care as my eyes were glued to the half-naked pictures of me.

On the way home I only had one question, “Why did you take those momma? I do not remember you taking them.”

Mum looked a bit annoyed and said that I was smiling in them, so it looks like I was not forced, and in fact I liked doing them. It’s not her fault I do not remember posing for them. She then told me that she had bags of clothes for me at home. So when we came home, mom started throwing all my old petticoats out and anything she considered the same clothes Granny wore when she was a child. In their place were the strange summer dresses, stockings and shoes. Still the thoughts of me posing in those modern panties were getting to me, especially the ones at the end, where I was topless.

Granny was asking where Mum got the money to buy all the dresses. Mum slammed the door on her while calling her own mother some rude names, I’d best not repeat here. Then she looked at me, smiling, and said she thinks the angel would calm me down. I smiled and looked once again, and felt once again like I was in another world until that angel put me to sleep. I woke up in my bed wondering why that swinging angel always put me to sleep. I was also surprised today as I was in bed naked. Why did Mum not even put a nightdress on me? It wouldn’t be the last time I woke up in the bed naked.

I had to wear the light dresses from now on. At the start it was embarrassing as boys could see my bare legs and sometimes the dress showed my shoulders. In 1869 it meant I looked like a slut. This meant that I was teased a lot at school and the other girls stopped talking to me. They didn’t want to associate themselves with me. The boys were interested. Not in me as a person, but getting glimpses of my body. They had all different tricks, like falling to the floor and looking at the panties I wore. In 1869 panties like that were a scandal. I got used to being the school slut and boys were only interested in my body. I didn’t even mind the older boys that just lifted my dresses.

I was afraid one day when the headmaster called me in. How was I to tell him I had no proper clothes? I was shaking when I walked in and stood at attention. He started giving a huge speech to me that my Granny is a god-fearing woman and asking how I could end up being such a slut and whore. I tried telling him that I was a good person. He laughed and said he wanted to show me a magazine that was the bestselling magazine of the decade. I walked and stood beside him as he opened the magazine. I was crying as I saw the pictures. There was one picture after another of me nude; I felt my heart panicking seeing myself show everything. The poses were also sexual, as I had spread legs in some, showing my open pussy. In other ones I was on my hands and knees. In some of them it looked like I wanted to touch myself. I didn’t look sad in the pictures. In some of them I was smiling. I couldn’t tell the headmaster that I didn’t remember doing them.

The headmaster didn’t care. His hand was now touching my bum and he started taking my clothes off. He didn’t understand why I was crying as he said that I looked very happy in the pictures. He was now rubbing my pussy and I felt very funny. I liked it, but I didn’t want it. I didn’t say stop as he was the headmaster. Before I knew it, he had me down on my knees and his cock was in my mouth. It was a strange feeling and I wondered why he wanted it in my mouth. I knew nothing about sex. It went in and out, in and out and I couldn’t say anything, especially when he was calling me a cocksucker and a slut. This continued for some time and at the end, he squirted some stuff in my mouth. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I swallowed it. It was not the best thing I ever tasted.

He ordered me to get out.

I ran home and luckily Mum wasn’t there. Granny asked why I was crying. I buried my head in her knees. I told her everything. I told her about pictures I didn’t remember posing for. I told her what the headmaster had done. Granny was also in tears and she started gasping for air. She mumbled, “It’s the angel, d-don’t let that angel control you or…. Or….take over your mind.”

Granny said no more. She didn’t cry. She didn’t talk. She was quiet.

A week later, we buried her. On the way home I was mad at mom, I told her that I knew she took naked pictures of me, because the headmaster had them and he showed me. I also told Mum that he made me suck him, and I asked if we should go to the police. Mom just stared at me and said that he would have to pay for that pleasure. She also told me that His Royal Highness, the prince, wanted to meet me. I knew that this meant that he had seen naked pictures of me. Mum knew what I was thinking and she reminded me that my eyes were open in those pictures. I was smiling. She said it was not her fault that I could not remember

I missed Granny. Now Mum was my sole guardian. Granny’s words went through my head.. The angel… don’t let her control me.

The palace was huge. We met the queen briefly and she just said her son was waiting for me. She looked up and down at me and wondered aloud why he wanted to meet a slut child. I didn’t like the queen. I didn’t like the truth.

The prince was 19. He sat down with Mum and thanked Mum for bringing me.

“I am not used to this. My Mum is not to know what we do here,” he said.

“Of course not,” Mom said.

“I just want to pose with your daughter. I want to do something dangerous. Are you sure your daughter will do the pictures I told you about?”

“Do not worry about it. She will not… err... even think about it. She will do what she is told to and forget about it after.”

The prince looked at me and said I did not look like a whore. I was very pretty.

“Mum likes me to be a slut. It killed Granny. She died because of what Mum does to me,” I said.

This shocked the prince and he walked out. Mum was fuming mad at what I said. She told me this would make me so famous and everyone would want to be with me. She didn’t say how, but many years later, I knew what she meant. I asked her whether she loved me. Mum didn’t answer.

I stormed out of the room and ran outside and hid by a bed of roses. I cried and cried.

The prince put his arm around me and asked me what the matter was. I told him that I hated my mother. The prince sighed and said he hated his mother too. The next few days we talked and talked. He was saying she always told him how to act, as well as what to do. I told him about my mother and that I thought she didn’t love me. He hugged me.

For two days I spent all my time with him. He wanted to speak with me and he wanted to know who I was. This was a strange feeling as every time I was with him, my heart beat fast and I wanted to be close to him. When we were not together, I felt lonely and there was a hole in my heart.

I think I was in love!

The day that we were to take pictures came. Mum told me we were going to see the prince. She said while I was waiting, I could see the swinging angel. I smiled and said OK. I knelt before the angel as mum was getting her camera ready. I remembered Granny’s words about the angel. I closed my eyes as the angel swung. Then I pretended that I got drowsy and fell asleep.

“You are now under my control,” Mum said. “Remember you are my slut and my whore. I own your body and mind. You will do as I say when I say. You will also do what the prince says.”

I nodded, but wanted to hit her. This was why I could not remember anything. She told me to take off my clothes and leave my panties on. I remembered the pictures and smiled as I did this, so she would not think something was wrong. She started taking pictures and it took time for her to change the frames, so I stripped slowly.

The prince walked through the door and was just wearing a robe. He took it off and I nearly fainted. His body was so… so... big… so nice. Mum told me to sit on his lap. She took pictures as he fondled my flat chest. Then Mum told him to feel my pussy. She told him I was under her control. The prince put his hand down my panties, but quickly took them up again. He whispered in my ears that he wanted me to be myself and not under anyone’s control. I whispered in his ear, “She did not control me this time; I closed my eyes. It’s me and I love you.”

The prince stood up and paced around the room. He “accidently” knocked over the angel. Then he panicked and told my mother he broke it. Mum said not to worry. The prince said he has to make sure. He commanded Mum to see if the angel could swing. She did this and within a few minutes she was staring at it. Then it looked like she was about to sleep.

“You are now under my control,” the prince told her. “You will be ashamed of what you done to your daughter. You will leave immediately and never see her again.”

Mum burst in tears and ran out of the palace.

The prince then cuddled me and said I would no longer be used or hurt by anyone. I looked at the prince with a tear in my eye. Mum wouldn’t be selling rude pictures of me anymore. I kissed the prince and we started fondling. I know he was an adult and I was a child and this was what mom wanted, but I was happy that I would not be known as a slut in the whole country. I was happy that Mum was not taking a picture of this. We were soon naked and I was totally in love with him. I just wanted to please him. He asked me if I would play with his dick. I did this and ended up with it in my mouth. Not all girls my age give blow jobs, but then again, not all girls my age were in love with a prince. He came in my mouth and I swallowed some. We must have cuddled for hours after that.


Epilogue: My version

Not everyone gets to suck a prince off. My mother was gone, and I was officially a guest at the castle. The queen didn’t like this, but the prince convinced his mother to make me her companion. The queen slowly started to like me. People at the castle called me “lady.” I always wondered if they knew there were slutty pictures of me out there.

I know some called me a whore, as they knew that I went to the prince’s room. I don’t remember a lot about walking there and I don’t remember a lot what happened. I just know that we had sex. I also know sometimes he loaned me out to one of his friends.

I was in love with him. I don’t think he ever loved me. He told me that he could not marry me. This hurt me like a knife. I did marry when I was 18. His name was Lord Shantay. Did I ever love him? I don’t know. No one really ever loved me. They never wanted me to think about love. They just wanted my body.

My 3 daughters and one son will know what love is!

Epilogue: Prince’s Version

Two questions have always been on my mind about Violet. The first is why I cared. I could have had sex with the child porn star and let her go home. At the start, I thought I loved her. She did not have royal blood but she was extremely beautiful. I think it was what was inside her that appealed to me. She was a gift to nature. A flower that was damaged. Innocence stolen. She was a victim.

I did not marry her, I could not. Her erotic pictures were everywhere. Everyone, paedophile or not, had seen her picture. Indeed they were part of a great exhibition.

I did have sex with her. I don’t know if she ever wanted it or even liked it. I think when it came to nudity or sex, her mind went blank. It was not her. Her mind was once again the way her mom wanted it. I never loved her when we had sex. She was just a vessel. I ended up whoring her out.

I got married and she got married. I feel sorry for her new husband. He does not know that Violet is only herself when she is not having sex. Is her mind being played with when she does?

That leads to my second question. Why do I miss her?

Epilogue: Mom’s Version

I lost my daughter but in a way she was always with me. I became rich selling her pictures. Others took private pictures of naked children but I sold mine. I know Lewis Carrol took pictures of a girl called Alice, and now everyone thinks he was in love with her.

I don’t care if people could see the innocence of Violet or they lusted after her. Does that make me a bad mom? Am I a bad mom because I brainwashed her so she would accept my treatment?

Or is it the royal family that is bad? The prince kicked me out so I would no longer see her. I heard, like everyone in the country, that he had sex with a young girl. I know who this was.

When I see the old pictures of her, I miss her. I hear she has children now. I wonder if she wants me to see them. I should try and pay a visit.