Arvanda is Put on Display

Arvanda’s head lowered to the shiny stone floor. She headed for the stairs, her heart racing in fear at what might happen to her next. Had she been stupid?

“Where are you going?” Drass snapped. “I don’t want to leave yet.”

Arvanda looked back at him. He walked over to her, towering over her. Her head barely rose higher than the orc’s torso. She’d seen a few large orcs in her time, but not many this big.

He opened his hand, and slapped her across the cheek. The hit nearly dropped her to the floor, and her guards unsheathed their swords.

“Stand down!” Arvanda shouted as she composed herself, massaging her sore cheek.

After a moment, the elves sheathed their weapons.

“Goooood.” Drass smiled sadistically as he watched the swords being put back. He licked his lips, looking down at his prize. “Now do as you’re told, and nothing else.”

Arvanda nodded. The next few days wouldn’t be easy. She needed the cavalry to arrive and save her before they could take her back to Orthuc. That was her plan.

“Now undresssss.” His voice hissed out like a snake.

Arvanda looked at him for a moment, knowing better than to disobey.

“My Queen!” Belraz said, looking horrified. “Please reconsider.”

“The point of negotiation has already ended,” Arvanda said. “We have agreed a deal. Now go and gather up the rest of Drass’s prize and have it ready by the gate.”

Belraz looked at her with fear and trepidation, before eventually leaving.

Arvanda slipped her dress from her shoulders. She wore no underwear beneath it.

Drass growled like a wild animal as her breasts came free. There was a thin strip of silver pubic hair above her pussy.

“Very nice,” the orc said. “It seems we made a good deal.”

Arvanda stood awkwardly, her hands by her side as Drass looked over her body. She wondered if any of her royal guard were looking too. It was hard to tell with their gold helmets and visors over their faces.

“Now out to the balcony,” Drass ordered.

Arvanda’s head dropped.

Each step was like walking in quicksand as she headed out to the balcony.

It was a long, wide balcony that overlooked the city of Goldenfel; everyone below could see up to it in case there were royal messages that needed to be sent down to those below. It had a sparkling mithril rail and a raised platform for her to stand on.

She’d delivered many messages from up here since her husband died, but she’d never dreamed of being up here like this.

There were gasps of horror from below as she walked up to the platform for all to see her naked body and her plight.

Many covered their eyes while others returned to their homes in order to spare Arvanda’s shame and torment.

“Command them to return,” Drass said as he appeared from behind her. “Tell them to return… and watch.” His head leaned over her shoulder, with her on the raised platform, his waist pressed against her back. He fondled her backside.

Arvanda gulped. “Please return to the square. That is an order from your queen. All must come to the square to feast your eyes on my naked body.”

The elves slowly returned. There was a crowd of at least a hundred down there, looking up at Arvanda’s naked form as her hands rested on the rail.