Ash, Your Handmaiden and Childhood Friend

The lock clicks and it swings open. Stepping through the doorway was the only person that you would be thankful to see. You breathe a sigh of relief as you look at a half-elf like you, your own age. Ash Autumnspire, your handmaiden since before you could both walk and talk.

Born the day after you were from an unwed servant of your mother's. Her skin is darker than yours, more of an almond complexion, as beautiful as your own, you always felt, but others would argue differently, especially elves. Her hair white like her namesake, eyes dark like the void and figure more elven than yours, thin and slight but tall.

She tuts as she casts her eyes upon you, shaking her head. "Bridget… really? Again?" She speaks in a tone none would dare use on you but a select few behind closed doors. Thankfully, she closes said door and locks it again. "How many times are you going to do this to yourself?" She walks over to your bedside, humming her disapproval. "This is not the look of royalty…"

You feel your heart race as she reaches down and places a hand upon your chin, turning your head up to look at her as she stands there. "... It's the look of a dirty slut," she states and you cannot hide the moan, even as your makeshift gag muffles it. "A dirty, nasty, slutty whore." Her words are like strong liquor, making your head spin and body flush with heat. "What am I going to do with you?"

She leans down, her hand moving around the back of your head to grasp your hair tightly and pull. You squirm as the throb of pain from having your hair pulled is like lightning coursing through your body. If you were not restrained, you would be spreading your legs for her and begging for her to take you here and now. "I asked you a question, whore," Ash spits at you, your face getting covered in some of her spittle, as her calloused hand tugs harder and harder on your hair. "What should I do to you?"

Your muffled speech of exactly what you want her to do to you is all Ash seemed to want to hear as she smirks while you try and articulate what you want from her. “Too bad for you Princess, I don't care what you want,” Ash says with her other hand moving down your bound body. Stopping to grasp one of your tits and gripping it tightly, almost crushing it in her hand, making you whimper and moan.

“Look at these fat fucking tits… more like cow udders if you ask me… stupid royal cow udders… they have more brains between them I swear than in your head Princess. Tying yourself up like this, making it all too easy to kidnap you… or worse. What were you thinking?”

You try to answer her, only for her hand to pull back from your breast and then return with a heavy smack to it. You cry out through the gag as the smacking noise echoes around your chambers. “You weren't thinking at all you stupid whore… all you were thinking about was how horny and slutty you are,” Ash sneers at you as she leans in close, her dark eyes boring into your own as her hand continues to roughly fumble your huge breast. “You are a disgrace to yourself, the crown, your family, your people, this kingdom, nothing more than a filthy whore, not a royal Princess… and you love that.”

Your eyes are wide as she closes the distance between you and kisses your gag, only to chuckle at your **** look. Her hand upon your breast moves down your body, over your stomach and to between your thighs. Her nimble, long fingers, slip in between your bound legs as they run up to cup your drooling cunt. "So wet and needy," Ash says, her knees now on the bed as she still towers over your bound form. Her eyes look at you with disapproval but her lips turn upwards into a smirk. Ash loves when she catches you like

[this.

It](http://this.It) is hardly the first time she has had you at her mercy. You grew up together. She is the one person you know for sure is aware of your secrets. And as her fingers so expertly push between your folds, while her other hand releases your hair and moves to grope your bare breast, you are reminded of other late night get-togethers with her. Tentative kisses, unclothed cuddles, explorative touching on both sides… so many tender and passionate moments of vulnerability between you two.

Yet, despite it all, a longing for more, on your end at least. Not just with her, with anyone. You feel like your appetite for sex has only increased over the years. Snowballing out of control. Nothing ever quite scratching that itch. Recently Ash has taken it into her own hands to take care of your needs like this. But it is only these rare moments behind closed doors when you put yourself in these positions that she acts. You ache for more. You burn for it.

"You leave such a mess upon your sheets with your leaky pussy," Ash scolds you as her fingers find the perfect place within your velvety depths, her thumb pressing against your clit and beginning to rub it, making you moan and whimper. "I am surprised the poor maids have not gone on strike yet. If they did I would have to have you lick your own mess up. I bet you would like that. Your tongue lapping at sheets soaked through with your juices."

You can't help but get lost in the image conjured to mind of Ash holding your head down against a wet patch on the sheets. Making you lick them. Tasting yourself upon them. Just like your panties, shoved in your mouth currently, you can still taste yourself in the fabric, even as you drool around them. Your own body trembles beneath Ash as she plays you like the harp, which her fingers are so adept at delicately plucking.

"You know if roles were reversed. If I was born into your position and you born into mine…" Ash begins to say so casually but in a measured, careful tone. Her fingers carefully keeping you worked up and on edge but her words clear as daylight. "... I think I would have you here in my bed, bound and helpless like this. You as my handmaiden, me as your royal highness, oh the way I would have you serve me… it would be like your wildest slutty dreams."

Your heart is racing as desires you did not even know you had surfaced. "Me in the beautiful silk gowns you forgo in favour of these mere scarves. You in nothing at all or maybe something skimpy and degrading. One of those little lace maid outfits, not like the ones worn here in the palace. Maybe a silk belly dancer one, like the eastern elves wear. Or perhaps nothing but chains. Whatever you wore, you would kneel before me, wait on me hand and foot, and I would use you, whenever, wherever and in front of whomever I pleased."

Your body responds almost more to her words than her hands. Pussy clenching down hard around her digits, nipples throbbing as her hand caressing your breast finally moves to tease them too, your breath coming in short bursts as your skin radiates heat. Ash's words are so scandalous. The type of thing that would almost get someone beheaded if not banished from the kingdom as a whole. It is against everything you were raised to believe. You are her superior by birth, royal blood flows through your veins, but you suppose in this scenario, it would be the opposite way around and that would be acceptable.

"Of course I never would have let my claim to the throne slip through my fingertips," Ash said and your eyes widened. Those were dangerous words. "I would have fought for it. Claimed my right by birth, even if I had to use your father's methods. And the whole time you would be by my side as my slutty little servant. A toy for me to play with and take out my stress upon. And when I sat upon the throne you would kneel by my feet, your body bare, head between my thighs and ass out to be used by my loyal subjects as a reward for helping me reclaim my birthright."

That right there, was treason. Ash had overstepped. Fantasy or not, saying that would send her to the headsman. Fortunately for her, you are in no state to tell her this through your gag, not to mention under the sway of her fingers as she intensifies her treatment of you. Those fingers move steadily inside of you, not much leverage available with your legs bound like this, but her thumb is another story as it rubs circles around and then over your clit, her other hand pulls back from your nipple only for her head to lean in and her lips to lock around it. She suckles on you as her hand seeks out your other breast and palms that.

You head is swimming with images conjured up by Ash's traitorous words. In another life you would have liked that. To kneel at her feet while she sat upon your thr… your brother's… her throne. The image of eating her out, not the first time you have done that, but in public makes you want to squeal into your gag. Not to mention her offering your ass up to her royal court. You can picture the line of elves, humans and half-elves, maybe even foreign allies, all waiting their turn to use you while praising the new queen.

It is not long till you are bucking and moaning like mad through the gag. Your restraints holding tight as your body thrashes about. Ash is easily able to hold you down as she drives you to your orgasm. She doesn't stop at that. Her fingers continue, she nips at your nipples and tugs on your other teat as you cum your brains out screaming into the gag. Eventually, she relents, slipping her fingers out from your soaked hole, removing her mouth from your now teeth marked nipple and letting you go.

"How was that?" Ash asks as she reaches up and skilfully undoes the scarf around your head. She notices the undergarment between your lips and smirks. "That's new… no wonder you sounded so muffled." Her fingers pluck it from your mouth and she brings them up to her nose to sniff. "Are these the ones you wore today? Dirty girl."

"Don't… say that," you say, your voice hoarse and dry from screaming into those panties.

"Why not? Am I going to get you worked up again?" Ash asks and you whimper an affirmative. "Then I'll just have to take care of you again, from now till sunrise if need be. Make your pretty little voice sing up and down the halls as I make you cum upon my fingers again and again."

"Ash," you hiss your body trembling only for her to laugh at you.

"You're so easy," Ash chuckles as she begins to untie your bindings. "Wow, you really did a number on these. Could you even escape them without me?" You shake your head as you try and get your breath back from what Ash just said. "That's dangerous Bridget… what if someone else had found you like this? Who knows what they may have done to you."

You can't help the noise you make, something between a yelp and a moan. "You really are a dirty minded girl," Ash tuts with a look of disapproval. "Alas, it was only me who found you tonight. I trust you are finally ready to sleep?"

"Yeah…" you agree as she frees your hands and begins to work on your leg bindings. Sleep feels like the last thing you want to do. You wish Ash had kept going. Or bound you up in a different way to make use of your body. Perhaps even played out her traitorous fantasies with your helpless body… by the time she has you untied, you do feel sluggish and weary enough to rest.

"Sleep well Princess," Ash whispers to you as your eyes fall closed. "Tomorrow is another day and I am sure we can take care of your needs then too."

"Promise?" You murmur. The fire within you may have been smouldered but you know more than anyone it will catch back into a blaze.

"Of course, Bridget…"

You fall into sweet unconsciousness. Dreaming at being at the mercy of Ash and anyone else that could have walked through that door.