Disgracing A Princess

Though, the wind still blew and raged, it was another power which now held the deck in bondage. The words seemed to bounce from person to person, carried through the air as if via sheer disbelief. Everyone who heard them had a different reaction. Some of them frowned, blanched, or snarled, their hands tightening into fists, or going to the hilts of their blades. Others looked horrified, dismayed or disgusted. Some leaned forwards, unashamed of their lust, while yet more pretended to be one of the first few groups while holding some measure of the last within them.

The princess is going to be stripped.

Elana is going to be naked.

The words danced through the air, coursing like lightning along the senses of her loyal followers. Sir Thomas gripped his blade so hard that his fingers turned deeply white. Others had the same sort of reaction. But, no matter whether they found it to be good or ill, the words had the exact effect that the soldier had intended.

No one could take their eyes off Elana.

She felt it. She felt them. Looking at her, their dismay and shock, naked lust and fright. Disbelief battering against her body, as though she could reach every single one of them. Her skin crawled, and she felt like she was being shone upon by a great torch, outlining her every move. She **** herself to keep breathing, even as she felt her body break out into a sweat. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she wanted to back away, the urge to do so was strong, almost overpowering.

But she didn't. It wouldn't have helped. Instead, she drew on her willpower and determination, and when that wasn't enough, drew on her fantasies and secret fetishes to keep herself standing there, in the gaze of the crowd.

Boom.

Her heart was beating. So loudly in her head that it sounded like a drum.

Boom.

Did she do it? Did she have a choice?

No...

No she really didn't.

She felt small in that moment. So very tiny. With the focus of everyone else upon her, she felt so very out of place. Her head was swimming, but at the same time, she could not help but take some sort of secret, savage delight in the situation. Lust burned in her mind, a thousand erotic ideas and unformed thoughts battled to become concrete. She could sense the hand of Amy in all of this, and it made her excited. It made her aroused. The thought that, in only a few moments, she would be naked, and everyone would see every inch of her body created both absolute horror, and yet incredible arousal. The two emotions clashed, merging in the back of her thoughts until even she could not tell them apart any more.

"I-if..." Her voice was tiny and weak. Elana **** herself to speak more firmly, summoning her strength again. "If that is how it must be... I will protect my people, no matter what it takes..."

Slowly, she stepped forwards, leaving the crowd of her followers and moving towards the neutral part of the deck, between the two sides. She kicked off her shoes as she went, every pair of eyes focused on her, following her each and every movement. Elana didn't allow herself to think, to think would create doubt, and if she felt that, it would everything so much harder. Instead, she walked to the middle of the deck, bearing the weight of the expectations of the whole group. Her shoulders slumped, but strong. Her face was pale, but defiant.

It was then that she realised she had a problem.

No, not that the situation was spinning rapidly out of control. It was something rather more practical than this. Specifically, her dress was held up by straps around her back. She could not reach them without a mirror. She would need help.

Somehow, asking for help to humiliate herself felt even worse. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she did it. The enemy leader laughed, the mocking tone slicing her like a whip.

"So you are so useless you cannot even take off your own clothes?" They said. "Well, in that case, we shall have to find someone to help you, will we not? Let me see now... how about Sir Thomas? Ah yes, the good bodyguard, who had watched over your body ever since you were children. Did he ever desire that body, I wonder? Did he ever wish the treasure between your legs? Let us find out. Come forth, Sir Thomas, and help your lady one last time."

"Never." Thomas said, glaring at the creature. "I won't help you to shame my friend."

"She will be shamed regardless." The leader said. "And if you do not help, then I will simply have to find someone else who will."

"Then do so." He spat. "I won't be part of this."

"So strong." The figure said ."So bold... but what would you do if I said that I would punish her for your defiance? Once she is away from here, in my ship, where I can do what I want? I could whip her, or have her staked out on the deck, **** her to service every member of my crew. Or, perhaps I would simply have her be pleasured without stop or end, until her womanhood was red and raw, and she was begging - begging - for me to stop."

"Bastard." Thomas growled, his eyes alight with rage.

"Incorrect." The figure said. "Now, make your choice. Help her or lead to her punishment, the choice is yours."

Thomas growled, deep in his throat, and for a moment, it looked like he might launch himself across the desk with his sword drawn.

Then, Elana spoke.

"Sir Thomas..." She said, the words halting and tumbling. "Please...this must be done... but I do not wish to suffer any more than I have to... I know this request is shameful to us both, but please help me to undress..."

Her face burned as she said it, the humiliation of the words coiling around her heart and squeezing. For another moment, Thomas considered, and then, he nodded.

"Very well..."

The man slowly walked to join her on the deck. He was **** in his step, but Elana could sense his arousal. He was battling against it as hard as he could, but he had always wanted her on some level, though he had known it would never happen. Now, he was being given the chance not merely to see her naked, but to participate in it. To touch her.

She felt his hands along the small of her back, his fingers finding the lazy straps which held her dress up. Elana gasped, the touch of his skin making her jump. Her skin was warm, and his hands felt cold. Each touch of his fingers made her tremble in anticipation of what was to come. Each time he undid one of her straps, the dress got looser and looser. Elana felt herself moving by inches towards an inevitable nudity.

"I am sorry, my lady." Thomas said as he undid the last strap. Elana felt the dress give, and reached out to take hold of it, but the leader had decided otherwise.

"I think we should let Thomas do it." They said. "Yes, Thomas, strip your princess layer by layer."

Thomas tensed, she could see his eyes go dark, but he had ****, just as she had ****. Elana gulped as she felt Thomas take hold of her dress and start to pull it forwards. The front which had been unbuttoned came first, and then the skirt. The cold air and wet wind slapped against her naked body, and Elana gasped, her terror and elation mounting as she felt herself exposed inch by inch.

In another moment, the blue dress had been removed. Thomas let it fall, stepping back slowly as if in shock. She could hear the rest of her followers whispering too, the sound made her burn red. Elana was now wearing only her white tights, panties and bra. Her pale skin was on full display. Her skin burned as she felt the gaze of the crowd. Murmuring and mutterings were now impossible to block out, some of them looked on with obvious arousal. She felt frozen in place, almost helpless to do anything but proceed.

So she would proceed.

"N-next my chest, please, Thomas."

"My lady?" He looked dismayed.

"He is going to tell us to do it in a moment anyway." Elana said. "I'd rather at least like to pretend this is willing. So my bra now, before we're ordered."

"I...everyone will see you..."

"I know."

He seemed to understand then, circling behind her. Elana felt her bra pull slightly as his fingers pressed on the straps, searching for the release.

"I...I always wanted to see you, my lady." Thomas said as he worked. "N-naked, I mean. I always secretly hoped that you would be mine. But not like this."

"I know." Elana said, her heart thumping. "And I could never be yours. I...I have a partner already. But if I did not, maybe..."

"A partner already? Well, it does not matter now..."

"No, it doesn't."

She felt the straps of her bra give, and it sagged forwards. Elana had to **** her hands to remain at her side as the undergarment dropped to the deck. Her chest was now bared to the crowd, and she could hear chanting from the side of the enemy. Her breasts were slightly below average, but still evidently visible, and now everyone was seeing them. That, plus the cold wind gently blowing across her chest, made her nipples tingle, and she could feel a growing heat between her legs as well. Her arousal was becoming more and more obvious, impossible to ignore. Especially when Thomas bent down and hooked his fingers under the band of her panties. She gasped, feeling his skin against her own, and he paused, most likely reflecting on the fact that he had wanted this moment for so very long, and yet it had turned out so very wrongly.

Elana could only stand in horrified rapture as she felt her panties being drawn down. The cold air burst against her skin, making her shiver and shudder, making it so she felt every inch revealed. Slowly, but inevitably, her womanhood was bared to the whole deck.

"She is shaved!" Someone cried out, she didn't know who.

"Of course she is." Said another. "She's a slut. All princesses are. It's to do with being kept at home and not allowed to do anything fun. Well known fact."

"I don't think your facts are very verifiable."

"Yeah? Well, I don't think your face is verifiable!"

"What does that even mean?!"

"Come over here and I'll show you!"

Elana ignored the back and forth. Her face was burning. She felt both hot and cold at the same time, the sense that everyone was watching made it hard for her to focus. She felt dizzy and warm, disbelief and horror warring within her mind. Her eyes were cast towards the deck, where she could only see her white clad feet. Then, slowly, she raised it up, finding the enemy leader still looking at her. It was impossible to say just what they were feeling or thinking, their helmet covered their face, their armour left no hint of flesh to be seen.