A 21 point inspection.

"Arms at your sides please Ms. Rossdale" The guard said rather nonchalantly. Ellie was surprised by this, but then it occured to her that he saw nude women in golden collars every day. A tiny part of her mind wondered how her body, which she was admittedly proud of, stacked up against other slaves. She quickly surpressed the intrusive thoughts, almost as quickly as she moved her arms, exposing herself completely to the two men, a reflex which also took her by surprise.

The guard went about his work with stunning efficiency and ironically, more professionalism than the guard who frisked her on the way into the palace. Or was that because her standards had dropped now that she had surrendered her dignity? She suppressed her racing thoughts again. The guard removed her glasses, folded them with the upmost care, and placed them on the table. His hands went to her hair next, sliding her hair tie off at what felt like an agonizingly slow pace. Ellie, every nerve ending in her body already on edge because of her newfound vulnerability, nearly gasped at the sensation of her hair cascading down her shoulders. He stroked it a few times, and evidently satisfied, walked back around to her front.

This was the first moment in which she saw lust in his eyes, clear as day as he looked her nude body up from top to bottom. She could almost see, hear his fantasies, but she didn't have the time to dwell on this thought as suddenly his hands were pawing at her breasts. Her eyes closed in unspoken resistance as his hands worked their way to her nipples. Ellie had to supress a squeak as he gently rubbed her nubs to life. Despite her best efforts to resist, she felt a pang of disappointment when he let go, her nipples now at attention.

Any need she had was amplified as his hand snaked between her legs next. With pinpoint precision, he found his way to her clit and began to stroke it. Ellie could not supress the moan that escaped her lips this time, immediately followed by the shame of revealing her pleasure to the guards. The guard who was fondling her responded by driving two fingers into her cunt. Ellie shuddered in a mix of pleasure and the realization that the entire room likely could hear how wet she was.

The fingerfucking continued for what felt like hours, systematically breaking down her resistance. Ellie found herself unable to maintain her dignity, moaning wantonly, and moving her hips in an effort to maximize her pleasure. Her breathing became more haggard, and a moment of clarity hit her. She was about to cum. She could not cum and give these monsters the satisfaction. She tried desperately to focus on something, anything that would take her mind off of the fingers in her pussy. It wasn't working. She could still feel the wave of pleasure coming.

Then, suddenly he removed his fingers, drying his soaked appendages on a towel provided by his partner. Ellie's knees nearly buckled as he did so.

"You're ready to see the king now" the guard said with a grin. His partner pulled the door open. Ellie, on shaky legs, grabbed her pen and paper and began to slowly walk forward. A forceful smack of her ass by one of the guards caused her to gasp and pick up her pace.

"And if you want to finish what we started after you're done with the king, American slut, you know where to find us!" The guards laughed as the door to the throne room closed behind a naked, disheveled, and extremely aroused Ellie.