Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

[jennica enslaved]

"D-dinner... Was at dinner.... Did I drift to sleep at some dumb speech?! Where???" Varisanna felt the pulling before her grassy eyes were open. She was already turning one way, but it was already pulling coming from others. Pulling and rubbing and... Lifting? Or was the lifting from what was underneath? She took in the polished wooden floor of the platform before she could make out the ropes. Not just any ropes, but black metaled ropes thin yet strong. They were around her, holding her all along her torso from the collarbone, to around her bared full breasts and back, in a field stretched across her soft belly and long, well-walked and danced hips. They seemed to flex and grip tighter almost of their own, but surely that was due to the motion of the carriage?

She lifted her chin slowly, squeaking in her still dazed state. The Emberwren princess realized it was a carriage of sorts under the platform, creeping along the stones of what must be a street beneath the wooden vehicle. She squeaked louder, and started to gather herself before she bounced hard against the same ropes, which only made them tighten. She was in the air, hanging somehow from the back of the ropes! Her arms were back there too, but they were bumping into other ropes of the same feel as they tried to straighten her shoulders. The lurch of her motion ground against her body below, knotted stretches of rope rubbing and digging slightly higher at her mound and entrance with their long runs of dark shining threaded steel. One of her calves was attached to a thigh, and the other seemed tethered to a ring on some far corner post, keeping her open and stretched in the air. She yelped in outrage even as she took in the people. So many eyes....

There were people beside the broad street, just beyond a thin string of armored foreigners of many types, man here and a row of beasts further there. They were people of the city, but she shivered with their lost expressions.... Clearly it was no longer her family's city. Who could have brought so many distant enemies in one place? Just days ago, she had heard of some strange army on the frontier but they had assured everyone at council that it would never make it across the passes and down the long narrow vales. No one could even march that fast, let alone get through the layers of city walls in such time. She glimpsed the backs several mostly stripped courtiers yoked and pulling the carriage at the rough prodding of more guards, realizing who they were by build and remaining braids of hair.

But her gasp was cut short as she realized that even before them, at another corner of the carriage floor, another woman was hanging. It took her dazed and half-drugged mind a moment to make out the thighs pulled wide and long in the air slightly below the height of her own chin, bound with their own ropes and another body in another harness of evil ropes, head hanging low below. She sniffed and screamed. It was Rianna Bryne, the strange witch who her family relied upon for counsel she didn't understand but who seemed to be a step ahead of everyone. And if she was here, not to mention her paler athletic body being bound as horribly as the princess, then things might be beyond help!

Varisanna pulled helplessly at the chains and tried to think of something useful besides who of the watching eyes might be weeping or staring at her vulnerable bound body. Until she realized that somehow, slowly, Rianna seemed to be moving closer while still hanging upside down. She tried to see behind her to make out whether the posts holding her were moving, as might make sense -- or was she actually floating in her bonds as it looked??! And then she both heard a rise of new gasps and even some jeers from the crowds and the guards to the sides, and felt more motion around her -- the black ropes surely had moved. Indeed, in another moment they grabbed and bit further into her flesh. And she too was swinging and floating, not in a straight line, but definitely closer and closer to the court witch who for so long had been feared but reliable.... Or rather, to her eyes she was moving closer and closer to her raised sex and hips! The princess blinked frantic tears and choked, "R-Rianna! Gods w-what has happened? W-whoooo... Help.... Aaaah...."

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Rianna Bryne had not been given the luxury of drugs. She had been fully conscious when the barbarians had stormed in and seized the court sorceress. She had managed to kill a couple with some rather nasty and emotionally-driven fireballs, but their numbers had overwhelmed her quickly.

She had been stretched apart limb by limb, rendered helpless by her captors, before they had begun preparing her for their victory parade. First had been the collar, an ornate and lacy affair with a large, deep blue gemstone set in the center. The second it was placed around her neck, Rianna could no longer reach out to the comforting magic reserves she had always relied on. She was truly powerless.
Next had come her clothes. Her fine garments were torn to shreds, and her nubile body was exposed to her captors. Every inch of her was exposed to groping hands, though they obeyed their explicit orders not to push into her. She was eye candy, so to speak for the moment. After the barbarians had their fun with her squirming form, they had carried her down to the base of the castle, and started hitching her up to a specially made wagon.

Rianna had little idea what was going on. She could discern that they were putting her on display. She could also discern that the wagon had ropes enough for two – she wondered who the other unfortunate girl was. She could also tell the ropes were magical, at least to some extent. They were a dark, metallic color, to the point where they could’ve been mistaken as actual metal. However, Rianna knew they were simply magically imbued. Their purpose remained unclear to her however.
She couldn’t dwell on it any longer, however. She was quickly passed along up to the top of the carriage, handled as if she were a sack of potatoes. She suffered the indignity in silence, not wishing to draw the ire of the men with swords, knowing that she wasn’t quite valuable enough to be impervious to danger.

Rianna was then strung up by her thighs. They were pulled apart, her whole body now on display, and her hung limp below. Her arms were bound as well, pulled apart and the slack tightened so that she could do nothing but dangle there like some sort of bait. For good measure, ropes were bound around her breasts and ass. They had little restraining power, however, they seemed there only to accentuate her curves even more. It was clear she was part of some sort of twisted art display.

Then, her partner had arrived in this misery. It was the Princess herself. Rianna exhaled slowly – they had gotten the royal family. Now, it seemed, any chance of rescue was dashed away.

Varisanna was arranged opposite her before the carriage was set in motion. Rianna felt her entire body blush as the specially designed wagon emerged from the castle courtyard to the densely packed streets of the city. It seemed as if the whole population had been invited, cordially or forcefully, to attend this demonstration. Rianna was unable to determine if the procession had any other members, all she could do was stare at the crowd, or the naked sex of her liege.

Rianna herself had been unaware of the Princess’ delusional mumbles until the ropes started to tighten. Their bodies were spread further apart, allowing the audience to see as much of the royal heir or sorceress as they wanted, and they began to be pulled together. The plan became quite clear to her now. The two were going to give a show to all their former citizens, whether they wanted to or not. Varissana’s cries did little to affect Rianna; she knew there was nothing that could be done. “You’re awake. I see they got you too. I was hoping for the best my Princess. They put a collar on me- it blocks my magic. I’m as helpless as you” she replied calmly. She was able to better keep her composure, but even acknowledging her own uselessness seemed to leave a pit in her stomach. Was this her life now? Court Whore?

The ropes drew tighter and their bodies were only a few mere inches apart. Rianna knew it wouldn’t be long before the entire crowd was treated to the beginning of their humiliation. She tried her best to comfort Princess Varissana, and to a certain extent, herself. “I’m so sorry my Princess. We’ll find a way out of this… just be strong” she added, not really believing her own words as the roped drew tighter towards their wicked intentions.

 

[jennica enslaved]

Varisanna gulped harder and began to crane back as best she could away from the woman quickly getting closer. She tried to nod bravely but her shaken face betrayed her utter shock at the situation. She’d barely had time to spy the odd stones on the witch’s neck in that awful inverted position. But raising her chin again, the princess confirmed an odd feeling she’d only begun to notice before. Her own neck bore something new, also: It felt stony and wiry at once, like the hardest rhinestones and crystals set in a fitted chrome cage? The cold, clingy feeling stretched across the middle of her throat above and below, and as she tried to buck her head some inches away it did more than the pinching ropes. It positively warmed and hummed. The tiered steps of metal collar, as it surely must be some sort of, warmed with a sudden power.

And then there was the jolt. A shock leapt through the princess’ body like a tiny run of lightning, nipping at the ends almost immediately and lingering for long grinding seconds where the many ropes gripped her sensitive flesh. She twisted more, but without focus as she trembled at the harsh sensation rolling in her tendons and beneath patches of skin. The pain faded again quickly, but it left moments more of dull throb, leaving her fearful it might not be finished. Her body remained tense and anxious at once, prickly and also made alert by the tension.

Another woman’s voice was in her head, ethereal as if it might be almost on her shoulders but echoing softly after from somewhere inside. She wondered if she might have heard that voice once or twice at court, but couldn’t immediately place it. “Oh no,” the distant witch was saying – it had to be a witch, didn’t it, or some sort of evil practitioner she couldn’t place. “You won’t turn away, princess. Don’t you love her body? Of course you do. Everyone’s going to see how very much you do. Such a pretty feast don’t you agree?”

The princess was almost immediately over the court witch, as they all informally called her. She had rarely been so close to her, and indeed most would keep several steps away out of an abundance of caution about magic and prophecy. She was surely fit, but it was doubly unnerving to see the precise lines of her thighs and belly in this terrible position. Varisanna had long been told to attend to slight murmurs and turns of emotion at court, yet now she struggled to shut out the sounds of both mocking invaders and a multitude of shocked or amazed cityfolk and lesser nobles beside the street. She felt herself flushing harder as she found her breasts pressing to the other woman’s belly, and both their bodies beginning to rock up and down in a little dance on the ropes, brushing mostly together and slightly apart only to bump at other points again.

The murmurs of the onlookers became increasingly excited, and she found herself struggling weakly to ignore the sensations of pressing so close to Rianna, and the tight ropes also rubbing and catching lightly between them. Varisanna started to tug away again automatically, only to feel the rush of shocks again from her chin down to her one standing leg. She could feel them catch for a long moment in the rope knots hugging between her thighs, and those layered close under her breasts. She could hear touches of them leaping to the other woman’s body and skipping and fading into the wood around them.

She knew she herself was still groaning and yelping, but she could barely hear it over the voices around them and then, that voice again in her head… “Liiiiiick her, princess. Lovvve her. You two should get acquainted. Maybe you’ll get to keep doing it!” The witch, wherever she actually was, was laughing, cackling even. But the big collar thing was sizzling, and it all hurt… The princess found her neck slipping lower with the pull of the eager, shifting ropes. Her lips were closer and closer to Rianna’s readily available sex.

The ropes pressing at her own nethers were slowly but definitely loosening before the breaths from Rianna’s dangling mouth. She could feel them sliding, making way ever so slightly. So definitely. The princess shed silent tears as her own tongue reached out and as the evil voice seemed to fill her head more and more, demanding, threatening. Her tongue stretched down to the top of Rianna’s nether lips and slipped up, jolted into the folds faster with the encouragement of the ropes around them. She blushed furiously, knowing without the voice’s torments how the two of them must look. She shivered into the other woman’s bound body, tasting her, hearing that voice demand “faster!”, body rubbing her and licking harder out of fear and gravity.

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Rianna struggled against the ropes to no use as they wound tighter, drawing the two together into a deadly and humiliating dance. There was no resisting magic of this caliber, but the Witch had to at least try. She was too proud to accept her fate as some sort of pleasant distraction for her conquerors. At the very least she would get out of here, if not exact her revenge.

"Really? As stubborn as ever I see, Rianna. No wonder the other Witches say you could sooner move a mountain than change your mind. We'll soon change that." Rianna looked around in confusion, though she was quicker to recognize the spell of the Witch than her companion, and soon turned inwards to return the verbal sparring.

"You know me, but I don't know you. It'll be fun, when I get out of this, to pull each of your bones out, one by one." Rianna sneered in her position as her face was drawn closer to the Princess' sex.

"Oh I'm sure that would be quite fun, wouldn't it? But seeing as I have you at my whim, I think we'll have to wait at least a while to enact that fantasy. You don't know me because I choose not to reveal myself to you" the Witch cackled as she toyed with her captive. There tended to be an ego among spell casters, and being a prisoner at the hands of another was a degrading experience for any Witch or Sorcerer unlucky enough to find themselves in such a position. "Enough about us though. You're the one on display Rianna. Why don't you go ahead and give your crowd a show, hmm? Just flick that little tongue of yours out. I'm sure you've always wanted a taste of royalty, after all" the Witch cackled with that last line, her eerie voice filling Rianna's drums.

Rianna looked over at the Princess briefly, as best she could, seeing that the girl was dealing with the exact same dilemma. There would be no relief from her partner, so to speak. Their bodies were pulled closer, Rianna's breasts now firmly pressed against Varissana's, and their sex's within mere millimeters. Rianna's hot breath was close enough to reflect off of the Princess's most private area.

Then, the witch felt it. It was hesitant at first, inexperienced and not particularly eager, but the confidence of the gesture grew as it probed her. Rianna let out a soft moan as the Princess let her tongue loose on the Witch, the crowd erupting in a mix of outrage and sheer lust. The Witch was powerful indeed if she had already gotten to the Princess. Rianna wasn;t sure how long she'd be able to hold out from both the pleasure and the magicks working in her head.

"Doesn't her tongue feel nice? Let go Rianna. Lick her like the whore you are. You aren't the Court Witch anymore. If you play along, maybe you can be the Court Whore. I bet you'd like that. Spending the day on your knees, passed around by servants, nobles, and foreign dignitaries alike. Just give in Rianna. Doesn't it feel good?"

Rianna gritted her teeth as another moan escaped her lips. The Witch was right, her whole body was alight with pleasure from the frantic licking of the Princess. "Get out of my head, damn you!" she cried internally, but it was to no avail. The Witch just started into another of her cackles, the laugh echoing throughout her head. The worst part of it all was that Rianna knew she was right. As she got hornier and hornier, her nipples stiffened and her whole body seemed to react to the very breeze of the outdoors. She wanted nothing more than to just eat away at Varissana.

And, after a few minutes of passion from her partner, she did. Slowly, Rianna's tongue crept out, pushing itself into the folds of the Princess and tentatively licking away at the sex. She could feel just how turned on Varissana was, and she would have been embarrassed for the girl was she not in the same exact boat. Rianna's face flushed red as her licking picked up in intensity and confidence, now readily eating away at the Princess.

"See that wasn't so hard, was it? Imagine what you'll do for me by the end of the week, hmm Rianna?" the voice purred in her head. Rianna shuddered at the thought, another moan escaping her lips. Why did submission feel so good?

 

[jennica enslaved]

The noise of the crowd was almost deafening. Or it would have been, except for the voice in her head that kept slipping in front and almost casually demanding her attention. “Keeeeeep licking,” she said again and the princess dared not ignore it. She could still feel tinges from the last round of shocks. Her tongue continued to plunge between the folds of the hanging woman, circling, circling and dipping inward. The taste competed in Varisanna’s mind with the feel of the layers of metal on her neck as she bent in to her work.

“Oh, you do seem to be enjoying it. Is that because she is sweet,or because she is so good?” The princess trembled, feeling Rianna’s tongue find purchase deeper inside her slit, sweeping. Her breasts rubbed along and against her flesh again and again and they moved gradually up and down. “I see several young merchants who might make a fine profit on such a princess, or shall we stop and drop you both by the brothels a day or two?” Tears streaked Varisanna’s long face as she heard the mocking words, along with the gasps and even some hungry jeers from the crowds.

Somewhere on the little scaffold above, a mounted bowl filled and lifted, letting its sticky syrupy contents spill slowly down along the princess’ cleavage and between the two twisting, bouncing captives. She could smell it, even feel it as it gathered between her breasts and slid slowly on down again even to her sex and the witch’s now busy mouth attending it. It was honey and herbs and things she could not place that made it thick and oily.

She couldn’t appreciate in her busy posture how it made her skin glisten where it rolled and spattered, but the scent was strong and almost horribly intoxicating. She shivered further in torment, already knowing there was no way that would shake it off. Something was also creeping along her upper arms, streaks of old, cheaper gold which literally circled and snaked into place as animated, gaudy bracelets no decent court lady would ever wear in the last few centuries. No, only houses of disrepute still enjoyed such crude old pieces. “Don’t worry princess, you’ll look fully prepared to entertain all of them. Whoever I choose,” and again that awful mocking laughter.

Varisanna felt her middle trembling harder as Rianna continued her own inescapable part, making the now sticky princess also tighter and wetter. Oh nooo, don’t let me orgasm in this horrid place in front of them all…. But the two women were already panting, and whenever the princess even started to lift her chin, she felt another hum and flurry of building shocks rock her body. Unable to move away on her one standing leg, she continued lapping and slurping at Rhianna. “Faster,” the evil woman was saying, and she dared not inspire more pain from the collar and ropes. “Yes be a good girl and maybe we’ll let you both keep working in the court and estates as suits your birth. Your parents should be proud,” she cackled longer.

 

[AlluringEnigma]

"Why are you doing this?" Rianna screamed mentally as she lapped away at the Princess. It was entirely humiliating, naked and on display for noblemen and commoners alike, an almighty and powerful sorceress reduced to nothing more than a lascivious spectacle.

"Mmmm you're adorable. You still think there are things to scheme and plan. Great powers to toy with. Kingdoms to topple. Politics to play." The witch cackled as Rianna let out another pathetic and helpless moan, her supple body now pressed up firmly against the Princess, and her thighs twisting against the immense pleasure she was under. "You don't get it do you? Your brain isn't important anymore. Your powers might as well not exist any longer. You are a few holes and a pair of tits, my dear Rianna. Whores have more worth than you - at least they still own what they sell" The witch mused, infuriating her captive.

Rianna could do little, however, to retaliate. She hated every word forced into her head, partially because she knew they were true. She knew her old life was seemingly over. She knew that this was only the beginning of her ordeal. She knew that she could be sold to brothel house or used as a decorative piece for the palace at any point. It nearly brought Rianna to tears.

However, there was little she could do to distract herself from the situation. Her soft skin rubbed up against the princess, the coarse ropes biting into her pleasingly pale skin and leaving behind red marks in their wake. Her stiff nipples poked against Varissana, and her sex was now dripping wet. To anyone watching the scene, this wasn't a forced spectacle. It seemed as if the Crown Princess was eagerly eating away at the former witch, and the young witch was doing the same, lapping away as if there was nothing in the world she wanted more than Varissana's taste.

Despite the situation, she had to admit that the Princess was gorgeous. In another situation she would have been pretty pleased to have been with such am exotic beauty. Rianna let out another moan, her whole body now racking in pleasure. "Don't cum first, don't cum first, don't cum first" she chanted in her head, but she wasn;t sure if she could avoid the whims of her body.

"Cum for me my Sorceress slut. Think of all the people watching you. Think of all the things I'll do with you. If you're lucky, you'll kneel beneath me and taste your new owner. Of course, if you're bad, maybe I'll just tie you up like a hog and suspend you from the ceiling like some sort of chandelier. That's all you are now, love. An object, a servant at best, and a decoration if I deign so. Just accept it. Cum for me." she ordered forcefully, assaulting Rianna's mind with her words and overloading the poor, helpless sorceress.

Rianna's whole body shuddered as she started to cum. She cried out into Varissana's sex, her voice muffled by her infernal task, and her body unable to do anything other than struggle helplessly struggle against the ropes. The entire crowd cheered as the sorceress came, jeering at her and laughing at how easily she had fallen "What a whore!" "She should have been the court prostitute." "Look, she's a natural whore!"

Rianna allowed a lone tear to fall from her eyes. She dared not stop licking Varissana. She had no desire to stop anyway - she was enjoying herself immensely, as much as she hated to admit it.

 

[jennica enslaved]

Varisanna couldn’t really look up, but she was still shaken by all that was happening. She felt Rianna shudder up into her in a well of tension behind her lips, and then she felt the heat and fluids hurrying up toward her own busy mouth. She tried to keep her eyes closed but the taste and the rub of the other woman’s firm nipples at the base of her own dipping breasts and higher, all kept making her gasp and open them again. All too aware of the punishing collar, she kept burrowing with her tongue into that now flooded tunnel, sweeping and drawing at the dewy air inside. She knew she was trembling herself and it would probably only be moments, although she hated it.

The princess was outraged but so helpless in the face of all this. She could hear the jeers continuing around them, waiting for her too to lose all semblance of control. She wondered briefly how many were simpletons who had always been this way, how many might have been paid or somehow influenced by another mind disturbing voice, and if a few weren’t also guards or supply train lackeys from the whatever invaders were keeping order. She had been vaguely aware of some other figures at the edges of the crowd, crudely shaped longer armor and strange heads, but she could hardly believe it. She had only seen a few demi-humans in her quiet young courtly life, and precious few fey of the more distant and mysterious sorts at court. No, what was actually out there was well beyond the soft princess’ ability to see clearly in her present state, even had she the courage to keep her head up to gaze longer in that direction.

But the taunts she could make out, close and loud were bad enough. The general tone, the emotions were even worse from many. “Royal slut,” some seethed. “Amber haired deviless, always knew she like that soup,” another mused icily. “Heiress? She’s best only as a wanton temptress. Look at her breasts reach out!” “How’s dancing on that long little leg now, Vaaaa-ri harlot?” Feeling the wam flesh of the mage inverted along her torso, the woman’s tongue driving her steadily crazier, the shocked young princess couldn’t help but wonder if they were right. Noooo, mustn’t give in to this. Mustn’t let the sick ones such as them seeeeee…

The princess felt her hips grasping even against the narrow space afforded with one calf bound high and tight. The constantly shifting ropes above brought her in especially hard against Rianna’s soft pale front and the tip of her own tongue returned to that oddly tight but airy stretch, now lined with thick beads of sexed nectar inside her. Moreover Rianna’s busy tongue reached up further yet again, and it was so much more than Varisanna could take. She buckled hard in the ropes one last time and screamed out a series of louder moans. Her head skipped back and the collar jolted her slightly too, making her messed sides of curls fall back and her head throw back harder still as she kept bellowing in shrieks of helpless excitement.

The bound princess of Emberwren bounced hard against the violently in her orgasm. She smacked in along the captive court witch in a fit of lustful moans and shrieks, twisting and rocking violently as she came. All too soon she became aware again, of the juices now everywhere about her folds that had already responded so thoroughly to the lovely witch’s forced attentions… Of the throbbing hardness of her long pressed and rubbed nipples, the stretches of heated and brushed skin along her breast and belly and thighs where the two kept dragging and sticking together – sticking more with the thin sheen of honeyed syrup now on her. Of the voices and eyes of the crowd, still appalled and entranced and mocking.

But none were as persistent as that woman creeping into her thoughts again, hissing, “Liiiick! Clean your lover inside.” The laughter, always the untouchable laughter. Varisanna shivered from more than humiliation and the forced waves of lingering pleasure. “Yes, perhaps a nice big cushion below my new throne, do you think? A princess must be ready to receive all the new business of the court after all, mustn’t she now? Perhaps a little satin bed for you to greet them in front of me? Would you like that Vari?” She shuddered at the evil thought, even while she continued to mouth and taste the warm wet sex of Rianna’s center helplessly. Oh gods, how long can it go on. Has no one at all stood to oppose her? MNo kingdom? No rebellion? I can’t bear… I can’t get used to accepting… Such feelings….

“Ri-anna,” she gasped weakly, and even the intimate and heated sound of her own voice was foreign to her. She had always been scared of the witch, so mysterious and said to predict some distant and powerful things. But there was no questioning that even if they were captive, now she knew her another way too… Still she flushed as she realized she thought of it so clearly…. Lovers….. For how long, too?

“Oh,” the evil witch’s voice slipped in again. “Well. For very long. As long as I like, of course. Perhaps as long as you find you two come to like. After you have satisfied the duties of princess at my court, that is. My, my so many marvelous yet petty decisions. We have so much to attend to being a new reign you know. Nobles and minions must be properly rewarded, visitors impressed and acquainted. I could show you some thoughts, but… You should keep licking harder...

"Or," she continued terribly, "Would you prefer to see visions of exactly what some of my creatures that are not so ordinary might do with you? You can't be limited to boring human nobles and guards can you, princess? How about a nice orc royal 'guard' company, yes, such solid piggish sentries to fill the dull rooms and the best of company for your quiet moments? And do you also require say one good, strong minotaur 'bodyguard' to keep you ready for the others you will be receiving? Hmmmm, maybe two would be much more interesting! But three big such guards are easier to space around the throne room for proper effect. Around a princess too, of course! It must be three to secure you completely.”

The laughter again, as the fearful princess found her head and tongue buried faster into Rianna in turmoil. Noo, she's surely making it up. She couldn't have that many awful creatures -- why they are mostly myth! And she couldn't mean all that she horribly suggests. Despoiling me with a court woman is one thing, but such damned creatures? I'd be ruined as a noble, if they didn't tear me apart. What sort of court would do such things! But, then she gulped and lapped by reflex harder at Rianna's passage and clit, thinking that she had better not invite any answer with such wicked ideas...

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Rianna squirmed helplessly against the ropes that entwined the two “lovers” together, the twisting and taut ropes that dug into their skin and welted the privileged and pale flesh, the only device keeping the full fury of the Witch at bay. That, and the collar of course – the ever present reminder of her new life that seemed to grow heavier by the moment. Rianna wanted to scream out in frustration, but she refused to give the Witch the satisfaction.

It didn’t help how beautiful Varisanna was. Everyone at court had always lusted after the princess, even if there lewd thoughts would never be anything more than that. Rianna never could have imagine how intimate she would be with the girl now – after all, she had barely even talked to the princess.

“Tell me, Rianna, what do you fear most?” The voice interrupted again. She was always there, always ready to ruin the silence, ready to humiliate Rianna further. “Just tell me. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t use it against you. Unless you deserved it” she added with a cackle, the infuriating sound echoing in Rianna’s head as she continued to lap away.

“My oh my, you two are almost back to the palace” the voice casually remarked. “Almost ready to meet me. You better tell me soon, or I might have too much fun beating it out of you.”
Rianna grimaced physically for a second, pausing at her ongoing assault upon Varisanna’s clitoris. She had to avoid thinking about it. She couldn’t let it into her head or the Witch would pick up on it immediately. She had to resist. She had to fight back. She had to find a way out of here.

Varisanna’s pace redoubled on her sex and Rianna let out a loud and sultry moan, one that elicited a loud jeer from the crowd in response. She couldn’t even think of resistance as she resumed lapping away at the beautiful girl pushed up against her, the image popped into her head and Rianna immediately blushed red.

She was in some sort of stockade in the public square of the city, on her hands and knees and completely naked. Varissanna stood behind her, sending harsh slaps of a paddle of some kind against her skin, spanking the former court witch while the crowd watched. It was clear that the princess was still under the control of the collar, though it was even more humiliating that her closest friend in the situation was turning on her. There was also a line of men that would step up to Rianna before each violently shoving their members into her mouth, fucking her mouth mercilessly before either cumming inside or somewhere on her body. The display was obscene and humiliating. Rianna hated every moment of it as it coursed through her mind; the fact that it turned her on only made it even more despicable.

“You naughty little slut. Varissanna, at least, is just going along with what I say in order to avoid the pain of the collar. You want to be out her being used and humiliated. It only took my arrival for you to realize that dream. This will be fun love” she cackled as the Witch sent images coursing through Rianna’s mind, flooding her with potential glimpses of her future.

In one image, Rianna was being split apart by Orcs, the crown princess next to her as they were ruined by the massive creatures. In another, Rianna was being held down as a hot brand was pressed into her butt. In yet another, she was at the feet of Varissanna, willingly eating her out. They seemed to be in some sort of cell, and their activity also seemed to be completely by choice. Rianna particularly loved how hard the Princess seemed to be gripping her hair, pulling the girl closer into her.

In one final image, they were in a room of a brothel. Men and women would knock on the door as the pair waited, and come in to use the crown princess and the royal witch. The two were slapped about and put in chains, thrown around and tied up in elaborate ways, but most significantly they were fucked silly by every patron.

“Do you like your future, Rianna? I’ve given you a taste of what’s to come. Perhaps all of them will happen. Perhaps none of them .The fun part is, though, that you don’t get to decide. Your fate is now entirely decided by me and me alone. You better pray I don’t have any particularly bad days” she remarked with a laugh, the same cackle echoing through Rianna’s skull.
You young witch couldn’t help it. Varissanna’s tongue was too eager and the fantasies too much to handle at the same time. She felt her entire body tremble, her face contort into an expression of pure pleasure as she once again violently orgasmed to the cheers of the crowd.

The crowd itself had started out uncomfortable with the display, but they were now fully in on the deflowering and humiliation of the pair. Their debasement had been far too convincing for either to retain any of their former dignity.

“You two are almost at the castle. Tell me, are you excited to meet your owner?” The Witch asked rhetorically, the excitement in her voice evident. Rianna shook in terror as she rebounded from her orgasm, quivering in anticipation of what was to come.

 

[jennica enslaved]

The procession had used a very wide street, and only the size of the crowds (part herded, part simply curious) had made the route seem even longer. In fact, it was fairly short from the perspective of the palace, which they were now returning toward with some haste. The whip drivers put the courtiers pulling the vehicle to a great deal of effort moving it along up the state approach. Most could not say precisely what was inspiring them to step up the pace, but one like Rianna might have supposed there was something in the air. It was almost as if a great cloud or voice drifted just over the procession just out of sight, yet wafting persistently into the mood. Those with the freedom to be so, seemed to become extra anxious for the return of the carriage, as if every next thing on the whole month’s calendar were being held up merely for still being behind this event. A general impatience seeped into everyone who actually could move, and even many members of the crowd found their boots stomping the ground in a restless anticipation. The courtiers with so little finery left to them stumbled and huffed at the pressure, glancing about with foreboding at what else might be waiting back within the walls.

The sopped and sweating, bound pair on the carriage platform had little opportunity to focus on the crowd’s jitters as they were wheeled within the grounds. The conqueror’s focused magic kept the subdued sorceress and princess close and yet again lapping into each other’s bound and exposed, hanging bodies…. Finally with a gleeful cackle, the taunting voice left their minds for a brief stretch. The beams above them parted just slightly, allowing the hanging victims to separate if still dangling bare steps apart. The princess found herself gaping weakly at the bound court witch, who -- Varisanna couldn’t help thinking as she realized she had yet to fully hide her own tongue behind her wet lips – looked terribly attractive in all her bound glory. How much was the seizure of nagging desire from own her still overheated body rather suddenly made to stop, the princess couldn’t quite say. But there were other sights coming into more focus too…

The wheels bumped just slightly across the mostly smooth court green, but to Varisanna even those small bumps were awful signs. She knew the courtyards fairly well from various events, and one thing you did not find before on this one were ruts and holes. Not of even the slightest sort. She could not easily look straight down from her hanging place, but between the feel and what she could see off the sides was as troubling as the rest of the signs. Probably a large host had crossed this green, if not some improbably large beast or other vehicles. She sniffed a little as she tried once more to catch her breath, her mouth still thick with traces of the blonde woman’s aroused sex. Hopefully this had not been the place of some awful battle on top of whatever it was. But for now, she could only sense the bouncing and spot a few darkly armored foreign guards standing at the edges.

The chassis they rode upon did something that was entirely practical, yet almost unheard of in all her years in this palace. It proceeded right on up yet another rise, this time climbing the short marble ramp that led into a wide outer hall. It was a big hall, like this particular courtyard, often a scene for summer public audiences about happier matters of the city, or yet another lazy poetry contest or display and feast of fresh game brought from the surrounding country. Except she knew, immediately, that something had changed. Her first glance of the marble ramp found it not the shining cream and pecan patterns that she expected, but new colors entirely. It had turned dark shades of severe green and blacks, some of the black slipping from grey all the way to a glassy volcanic sheen that half stole the sunlight. And the colors continued thus under them as they were pulled and rolled forward into the hall. The entire place had taken on similar colors as its theme, and even the patterns carved into the floor had somehow been changed!

The princess blanched and blushed as, before rows of more darkly armored guards – human and other things she had only heard about as distant stories! – they passed between an assemblage of courtiers. She recognized many of these too, for most of the higher palace court who were not now pulling the carriage of their lewd display, were here. In particular, many of the noblewomen and serving ladies had been packed into the approach. Most, like the large yoked carriage team, had been deprived of their tops or worse and many showed signs of rough handling or a fit of beating or some more precise torments. Nearly all of their heads were lowered in a mix of sad deference and embarrassment, but eyes continued to dart up in shock and amazed curiosity nearly as terrible as the commoners’ questioning of the captives’ true virtue. Already, Varisanna realized with the eye of a noble who had sat not a few hours among such meticulous figures, not a few were trying to pretend bravery partly by entertaining long-quieted wonderings about how even higher women might respond to unspeakable abuses… Except that when the likes of a princess or a sorceress were off in other places, surely some had spoken of things not entirely unlike what was coming to pass? The princess shivered, and she was beyond counting how many such deep shivers the day had already brought. Of course, some of the purer court members were much more listless and overtaken by the entire change of events… But again, there was so very little that could be done from this debasing place to help them.

The overhead beams began to turn and move again, swinging the women further apart for a moment. Varisanna flexed her free leg anxiously, but there was nothing to grab onto. They moved slowly in a curve off the edges of the wagon and directly across the gaze of the onlookers. Varisanna saw the shocked (or sometimes, calculating) eyes of the courtiers more clearly, and the enjoying looks from the soldiers beyond as well. Her cheeks burned again, but she had little fire and poise to give after the fitful erotic exercise before. Can they see the shine of the strange syrup still on my belly? she thought in a moment of unwanted curiosity. Does it look like something worse in the strange light? For the room was now lit with little stone cubes and spirals fixed into the columns, each tossing an eerie bouncing and flickering light of its own casing’s color. It was still almost as bright as the natural light and lanterns of before, but it colored everything strangely in moving washes and combinations of meeting flicker beams. It almost felt like one of the seasonal magic shows, but these colors were much darker and more unsettling like the rest of the new décor and stonework.

Indeed, the new ruler had made some actual changes. The captives were swung a few steps back into the hall’s center, in a semi-circle which brought them over a pair of long, black stone platforms. They reached about a man’s head height, and were spaced in a cleared circle with the short ends of each rectangle almost touching each other. The sides were a touch more opaque and carved with a busy run of lifelike, curling monstrous shapes and faces. The top, where the women descended toward, was mostly covered with obsidian-like, glossy cool blackness that she had spied scattered throughout the “softer” of the new colors. Guards in horned helmets with face tusks and more functional leather armor stood along the outsides of the two pieces, and they stepped in to receive the captives as they arrived. The princess was easily taken by her harness and pushed onto the glossy stone, with the ropes around her high bound leg releasing it to also kneel on the surface at the end. Meanwhile, the subdued sorceress was unwound from the beam first and turned over by her own harness and limbs with the work of several practiced hands. As she had come to expect of this lot, a couple of the hands found a free moment to seize a long sample of her breast or rear along the way.

Varisanna started as she was placed on the very cool stone. She looked down trying to focus, for it seemed that the glossy top and even parts of the solid frame on the outer top kept changing color or patterns. Then she saw shapes definitely coalescing in the patterns, and then the shapes became more and more solid. There were big, craggy, twisted fingers – wide and hard like those of a huge workman, or perhaps (was it possible?) a rather huge thing like a troll of the stories. While she stared in fright and disbelief at the two stone hands forming and slowly beginning to lift themselves a touch out of the surface of the frame before her eyes, Varisanna felt something. Cool, hard, huge stretches snapped themselves around her calves, just above the ankles, pinning her kneeling legs well apart close to the sides of the platform. The sudden gripping made her scream and teeter, but already the ropes on her arms too were loosening. She could see similar huge stone hands rising to take Rianna’s legs, and similarly pinning them wide behind her.

 

[AlluringEnigma]

There was something far more humiliating about being displayed in a static position. The thought had occurred to Rianna as the procession was herded into the castle. Being displayed like trophies, held aloft as some sort of prize while being sped down the centre of town was certainly more humiliation than Rianna had ever wanted to deal with. That said, there was a comfort in the constant motion. Rianna and Varisanna had no need to deal with their onlookers. By the time they could recognize individual faces in the audience, the float, so to speak, had moved along enough to return that very face to anonymity. In a static position, however, the pair were left to deal with their audience throughout their torment. Whatever happened, she would know exactly which people were hoping for the torment to end and which were hoping it lasted just a little bit longer than it would.

That would be helpful information were she in a position to get revenge. Yet, the Witch who had captured them was careful, and the collar around the former Court Witch was a well-made device, and it left little hope alive for her prospects of escaping the clutches of her new owners.

That did not stop Rianna from struggling as she was transported off the cart and onto a podium of a magical substance. She wasn't directly familiar with the magic being used, she tended to deal more in foretelling and mind magic, but she knew of the magic being used. It was no doubt, after all she had experienced, that her captor was a very powerful practitioner. Her identity, however, remaiend a complete mystery to the young Witch.

Rianna writhed helplessly against the multitudes of guards as they transported her and forced into a kneeling position. She hated it. However, as she felt the long stone tendrils stretch across her calves, she knew it could only get worse. Forcefully, her long legs were spread apart, her entire body now on display as she was forced to kneel before the audience, and presumably the Witch when she eventually entered the scene.

Rianna's face was stone cold however. Unlike Varisanna, she was better at hiding her true emotions, and she managed to keep the feeling of shock and humiliation beneath the surface. She needed to find a way out. To her pleasant surprise, her hands were being freed as her legs were being locked in place. Carefully and quietly, her hands began to snake up to her neck. She knew if she could just get the device off her neck, she could unleash a powerful magical storm on her captors. It might not be enough to reconquer the city, so to speak, but maybe Rianna could use the chaos to slip away, or at least take a few of her captors out before she was killed.

So she knelt there, legs spread apart and heavy breasts on display as her hands carefully fiddled with the humiliating collar, trying her best to remove it while the entire court stared at her naked form. She just hoped she could do so before the Witch arrived.

 

[jennica enslaved]

“Gods, what are they…” She mouthed about the stone hands weakly toward the struggling Rianna... But the guards were stepping back and another, real sound filled that place that the lump in her throat might have once meant to. It was an awful screeching and scraping, making many of the courtiers cower and press palms to their ears. Another, much heavier stone thing was sliding toward them between the lines of audience ahead, who had been guided further apart by the guards. The princess turned to see a throne – not even the one that had previously graced the back of this hall, but a taller, twisted black and silvery thing that seemed to be a dizzying creation of stone, bone, and crystals that might almost pass for silver plus smaller dark jewels peppered throughout.

Like the platform she now sat upon, the princess’ eyes could not entirely understand the throne. But as it chafed and skidded to the edge of the circle with the captives, she soon found herself following every motion of its occupant. The princess did not know anyone quite the likes of her, though everything about her shouted power and everything about this yet again screamed magic. The woman who stood from the throne was an unusual mix of tall, full figure and chiseled bony edges – somewhere between a little bear and a panther, the princess couldn’t help imagining as she strode forward in the dancing lights. Her thick hair was well into black and her skin was a deeper, rather ocean or desert touched shade of brown, both more uniform and more severe than the milky caramel of the princess. Long, slowly curled black eyes suggested a longer mix of peoples blending across great distances, but somewhere that a princess of these parts had never heard serious tales of – no, some parts much darker and known more to esoteric risky travelers and the occasional risky pirate. Of course it would be one with terrible magic, Varisanna almost sniffed in indignation… But she couldn’t help glancing continually down at the lines of dark stones set in the waist corset that sat easily tailored just around the woman’s belly. An almost relaxed wrap top half revealed substantial cleavage beneath its loose ties above, while today a fluted open cape with stretches of leather siding topped the rest and filled some space before the fit thighs came to the tops of the long boots.

The dark eyes were chilly but supremely confident, and soon enough she could see that they were also edged with that air of amusement, the same awful one no doubt that had invaded her head and tormented her with that awful voice. But this conqueror witch was not dealing in such magic this moment. She had something much more primal at hand, as well. Her arms came out from just behind the lines of her fancy armored fringe cape, and they were holding two flogging rods. They were an odd pair. One almost all black leather with a smattering of deep black studs of set among the many tails… The other was chrome and a dirty silver, but with tails all of fine, mostly flexible but definitely harder chain. She let them half dangle before her for the last few, hovering steps around the two captives, her forearms already tensed as she took them in a moment in person. She watched the sorceress prying with her fingers around the jeweled collar she had attached, and for just a moment her eyes narrowed. There was a very faint pause then, as if she might be muttering a word or two (could even that be magic?), but no sound to hear. Yet if there was any chance of removing the evil thing with mere fingers, the princess couldn’t see enough worry in those eyes to tell.

The rather impassive big lips soon curled into a mean and anticipating smile, and the dark witch said, “So, the royal daughter and the little wood witch have returned to entertain the court. Some of you have seen already how they draw a following in the streets!” She cackled for a moment without lowering her implements from their almost horizontal grip before her thighs. At the rumble of little jeers and sniffs from the nearby audience, Varisanna could only glare and sit straighter while trying to contain her shaking and the awful embarrassment. She wanted to shout at her in protest at this terrible abuse, but she felt the pull of the ropes close around her exposed body and still felt steeped in the taste and sensation of being pressed to Rianna’s body and sex. She sat straight as she could manage with her calves pulled so wide, but amidst this evil attention her tongue would not work. She winced uneasily, facing Rianna and trying not to bow her chin too far. Again, tears began to slip in ones and twos along her cheeks. She barely felt parts of the rope harness around her skin moving, unwinding, baring very large swaths of her body without completely leaving the corners. Her mind was full of bitterness and defeat, being put on display like this in the streets and yet again here in her own family’s court.

Then the witch raised her arms – first slightly, then into a flurry. She brought the black leather tails across in a tight sweep, catching Varisanna’s ass once in a solid wash of many nipping stings. The princess leaned forward and then arched her back more from the burst of force and pain, a yelp of shock only partly escaping her. Her head stretched back too, her eyes going up as she felt the darts of pain shifting into her flesh even afterward. The room erupted in a distant roar around her, muffled behind the pain but she could vaguely hear and glimpse courtiers stirring, guards murmuring appreciatively in distant deep voices… Those closer to the front, however, mosty stared harder in silence. They were simply taking it all in, with no wish to speak so close to the prancing and swinging leader having the first of her moments with these trophies.

The leather came down to hit her other rear cheek, a little harder but still with that firm solidness that pressed the sensation just under her soft skin. Then there were a few harder swipes, this time falling down on her upper back. She distantly realized that the occasional studs among the leather must be an odd mix of things – some dense leather braids, some tiny round stones wrapped in fabric, some even the faintest pieces of hard, polished gems. They caught and bit for the shortest of moments between the many flying, smacking tails. Almost instantly Varisanna dropped forward, palms finding the cool stone surface, screaming at the sudden burst of feeling as well as the building pain. The second set of stone hands clutched her wrists and forearms, holding them down and apart like her legs, but her eyes tensed like her whole torso and she remained bent up anticipating the hits. There was a moment of silence, as sudden as it had started and then one long, harder stretch of hits that bounced out along the right top of her back. She screamed harder and coughed for breath after. Her back burned and cracked softly… There was no doubting what that was, though she could not see it. The chains.

The black-haired witch stepped to the other side. It was so easy, with the two women facing each other just before her. She gave Rianna a little shake of her head, raising an eyebrow as if to hint, You don’t really think that is going to come off like that, now do you?! She stepped a little further to the side, ignoring all protests, and brought the leather down on Rianna as well. She gave this one rather more attention, letting the tails swing into her flesh with less pause and taking several more swings. She let the chain one dangle in the air out to Rianna’s side, the metal tails clinking, before drawing it back and beginning to swing the chains into the woman’s freshly reddened skin. She barely restrained herself with the leather, allowing it to flail down firm and quick and even wrap slightly, like additional darts at the trimmer sides of her captive. When she alternated in the chains, she swung more deliberately but allowed Rianna to feel a good dose of force and malice nonetheless, punching across at the last moment with hard lingering swipes that made the tails bounce and dig. It was not an efficient way to swing, so much as a sure way to send a harsh message with even a few solid bursts of the tool. She had every intention of continuing thus for the short but rewarding stretch, be it moments or minutes, before the second captive too should come to all fours. The princess was still trying to find her breath, but her eyes gaped almost as badly as those at the front of the crowd, her lips stretching long and fearful as she watched the flurry of the punishing greetings close in front of her.

 

[AlluringEnigma]

Rianna watched in dismay as the Princess was treated to a royal beating in front of the courtiers of her former hall. The first flogger was no joke, the strands biting into the pale and pampered flesh of the prisoner princess as the Witch worked away at her new prisoner. The second flogger, however, seemed to make its counterpart shrink in comparison. When it struck down on the Princess’ bottom, even Rianna flinched when the harsh metal dug into her flesh, imprinting itself upon her and marking her as the target of abuse she now was.

As soon as Varisanna gave to the punishment – which was a rather short couple seconds – and fell onto her hands from the pure agony of her torture, stone hands seemed to drill out of the stone and grasp her hands, pulling them apart and forcing her to stay as she was. The former Princess was now fully on display – her nubile young form available to anyone remotely in the vicinity. Her pert breasts now hung between her form, and her sex was fully exposed from the forced spread of her legs. She seemed as if she were on display, like she was some trinket being sold off at the market. Perhaps that would be preferable to the current predicament they now found themselves in.

However, Rianna was not afforded much time to watch her fellow victim. Soon, the ire of the Witch was turned on her. Rianna’s desperate clawing had gotten nowhere in the time being. The collar itself didn’t seem all that strong, but in reality it was around her neck in a death grip, and her prying had done little to sway it of its grasp.

Even the way the Witch moved seemed to drip with arrogance. She walked at a leisurely pace between the two, savoring every moment of their torment. If Rianna hadn’t known better, she wouldn’t thought this a personal vendetta. As it was, however, she felt her legs quake a little in anticipation of the punishment she was about to receive.

It came without warning. The Witch raised her duel weapons aloft and sent them down against Rianna’s pale behind without even a word of warning. The chains and baubles dug into her flesh, leaving behind painful tattoos of torture in their wake. Rianna tried her best to hold out. She didn’t want to end up on all fours like Varissanna. There was at least a little dignity in her current position. She’d be nothing more than a bitch in heat if she bent over for her tormentor.

However, this only caused the Witch to redouble her efforts, sending the stinging lashes in faster and stronger waves against her peer’s ample ass. Rianna cried out in pain as she lurched forward to her hands and knees. The stone hands emerged from the cool platform below her and secured her wrists in their firm grip. However, unlike Varissanna, they seemed intent on further humiliating the former sorceress. Her hands were pulled close to her ankles as her face was mashed into the stone platform, the uncomfortable position leaving Rianna’s ass sticking far up in the air.
The Witch sent a particularly stinging blow to the behind of Rianna and let out a loud cackle. “That’s for trying to escape, my toy!”

She sent a few more stinging blows at Rianna, but they seemed more like after thoughts. It seemed as if the flogging had been to achieve a certain position in a seemingly voluntary way. Rianna shivered in anticipation at the next torture put down upon them.

The Witch smirked evilly, flipping the floggers around and smiling at them idly. “I wonder how wet they still are” she announced rhetorically to the audience, before stepping forward between the two. She turned her attention to Varissanna first. “I’ll give you the more pleasant of the two first, my dear, since you were so good for me.” She then pushed the handle of the leather flogger into the wet slit of the former Princess, enjoying every moment of her squirming. When the handle was fully inserted, she batted the dangling strands playfully. “You make a lovely little pet, dear” she cackled, remarking on the tail-like appearance of the whole affair.

She then turned to Rianna. “This one is much rougher” she remarked flatly, before roughly shoving it into Rianna’s aching slit. The young sorceress cried out in pain and pleasure at the act, though she was unable to move much in her current setup. “This is what happens when you obey me…” she said as she gestured to Varisanna “…and this is what you get when you’re disobedient” she added with a smirk as she patted Rianna on her red ass, treating her as if she were an ornament. The Witch playfully batted at the chains that hung between Rianna’s legs, before stepping back and smiling wickedly. Whatever happened next, only the Witch would really enjoy it. That much seemed like a promise to the pair of captives.

 

[jennica enslaved]

Varisanna groaned weakly as the leather of the mean tool was forced betewwn her damp lower lips and well inside her. It felt awfully close to the size of a big, full man in there and it made her thighs shift against the holding stone every few seconds. I must look like a nasty brothel girl except for these ropes, she thought weakly, gulping at the court witch pulled low to the stone. Something more was happening there… The princess could barely make out the beginnings of more shapes in the stone across from her, but the crowd watching from Rianna’s sides was showing enough surprise that the princess knew she wasn’t imagining things. Another set of stone hands lifted itself out of the platform under the blonde woman, this one facing back toward the witch’s body. These were bigger and wider than the others, with long, almost chubby fingers that dripped slightly of still-liquid clay or rock. They soon found the bent woman’s breasts and gathered themselves tightly around them… Within moments they had taken hold and began to slowly, leisurely but insistently squeeze and crush the perky big globes. The princess’ eyes widened as the tops of the fingers made their way almost up to their base, clutching and manipulating the sensitive flesh in long, slow pulses and small turns almost like a beating heart.

The evil witch seemed less impressed by that addition, barely sparing the new motions of her captive a satisfied smirk. She was already turning to attend to other business, focusing her attention toward the floor not far away. With the new colors, the floor had taken on a rather more irregular and jagged pattern, and from this it appeared simple to raise yet more stone. Or so the princess assumed as a pillar started to rise straight out of a certain patch in the floor, lifting itself up until it was taller than even the captives had been sitting up. It was more of a simple spire, tapered off at the top into a point and with a flattish edge facing them. Yet it wasn’t stone, or at least not the sort she had imagined. The near face gleamed with a cold darkness similar to the frame of their platforms, but it also sparkled randomly in the moving lights with flecks of something bright. Perhaps it might be a strange form of crystal? Again, there were only long moments to think, half broken by the sensations of the mean leather stuffed inside her sex. Then, the surface of the spire was suddenly washed by a sort of wave beneath the witch’s sweeping fingers and an image formed. The princess screamed weakly, and winced with grit as she felt the movement in her constrained position make the evil object inside her twist about. She was becoming damper again from that thing, and it only made her blush harder at what she saw. Which was already plenty to be red in the face about, had she not been in this position.

In the crystal surface, she saw her mother, the queen. She was in no better of a state. In fact, it appeared if anything unspeakably worse. She could make out little beyond her torso, but the image was terrible enough. The queen was a tall woman, slightly more statuesque than her lithe daughter, a fraction bulkier with age but a touch more fair-skinned. Now, she was obviously doubled back and sitting atop something – or might it be someone? The onlookers could just make out the base of a large greenish-purple member under her – under her where it was buried in her sex from behind, and continuing to thrust up into her as she bounced backward over its hidden owner. The princess gaped in horror as her mind tried to guess automatically from what little she knew --- might It be goblin, hobgoblin, perhaps even some mix of lizard?? But for all she knew, it could easily be something worse that she cared not to guess at? Varisanna had no idea whether she even knew all of the species that made up this army, let alone whatever the strange witch might have call upon. Yet whatever it was, it clearly had been loosed upon her mother’s body for some time already.

The princess whimpered as she heard the queen moaning and squealing under the continual exploitation. The woman’s eyes were mostly rolled back along with her head and bent torso, her mouth wide and sounds hoarse from the time spent this way and more. Her imposing bust was supported by an ivory shoulder corset of the open vest kind she normally wore, but now there was nothing else – no inner bustier or lace finery remaining to conceal her globes. And those globes had obviously seen other attentions as well, for they were red and slightly swollen with the marks of many cruel grips and smacks. Thus defaced, they bounced in long-suffering rhythm atop the bent figure, perhaps with arms restrained somewhere back out of sight to the sides. The queen moaned louder and quivered, head rolling wider and hips straining forward in another of how many untold bursts of forced excitement. For a long moment, she simply rocked onward at the beck of whatever creature filling her with her eyes almost closed, and finally they drifted open… She blinked, half-aware, then started weakly and murmured, “Variss…..?!” with a pained gaze outward. At which, the captor only found its vigor again and redoubled its thrusts into her, making her lean back hard yet again and cry out. “Varisss….” The queen tried again weakly. “Nooooo, not you…. Let her…… Uuuaaaaahhh……!”

“Noooo,” the princess sobbed as her mother’s pleas faded into another rush of cries and moans before her eyes. “Gods, stop it…. Stoppp….” Her face tightened in frustration. The witch actually leaned a forearm casually along the top of the spire and half leaned into it, as if relaxing beside a prized horse. “Oh do you ask something of me, pussy drinking wench? You had best not deny anything if you might want something in return. After all, your position is exactly what I make it. Hers, too of course.” The witch waved her idle arm forward casually, and the handles planted within the two women pushed in deeper, twisting and even stretching slightly against all expectation. The hanging tails bounced and brushed their lips and thighs slightly, before the unshakeable gazes and hungry, appraising murmurs of the audience. The evil witch went on, “Well, I wouldn’t wish to destroy your lovely mother’s health in just one evening. Oh, what is that look? Wondering about your father and brother are you? Tsssk, of course they are here too. Perhaps I’ll let you see them soon as well. I’m not sure you are ready. They are men, after all, and they are well enough, but also learning their places! Now, now…. You wanted something in regard to mother dearest? She might use a little rest. That is, should her little vixen ask nicely to serve. You have but to say the word, and she rests this night. You were saying, ‘Please use my body now,’ was it princess? Or no? Shall we watch him bring her again? I imagine this one alone has been four or five times by now. The lieutenants of that tribe take to every little task in hard bursts, if you hadn’t noticed – and she is no exception. “ The woman’s deep, dark eyes regarded the captives cooly, a lazy smirk barely gloating as she leaned easily beside the sight of the queen’s endless ravishment.

Varisanna gaped wider, weaker although a moment earlier she would not have thought such possible. She could not help biting her lip as she shared another long, pained look with Rianna. Scattered tears began to slip down her cheeks again. No princess would ask for such debasement… It was practically the opposite of what princesses were supposed to be for their people, sure and graceful and above all things like… that! And yet, who would not wish to save their mother from such long and thorough abuse? At the same time, she was afraid that she might suffer much the same fate immediately, or soon, were she to give the conqueror the satisfaction of uttering such foul words before this audience. What could she do?! The image kept playing out in the crystal slab, the queen bent back barely conscious and head still rolling as she was taken on and on by the same unseen, monstrous figure beyond. If I say nothing, will it change anything here anyway? We are stuffed prizes already and what would she do next?! Varisanna grimaced at the awful predicament. The huge hands were still kneading and clutching at Rianna’s breasts, almost brushing the surface of the platform as they already were. The princess shed a bigger tear, and opened her mouth to amuse her captor and hopefully at least remove the terrible, if glaringly provocative image of her mother’s ongoing rape…