Preparation

She shook her head. She could not see his face but she knew that Prestor was grinning. She'd chosen him for reasons beyond the ones he expected. Not only was his loyal to a fault, trustworthy and able to keep her secret, but he also had one other key feature that she could not ignore.

He enjoyed humiliating her. It had been difficult to tell at first, she had been unsure when she considered him initially. But the more she watched the more sure she became. Prestor was in some sense like her. He had a fetish for something that was not evil but which had to be controlled. For her, it was humiliation and degradation. Vrasha loved to engage in it but she knew that she could not allow it to take over her life. Her own enjoyment came second to her role as queen. Likewise, Prestor's desire to dominate and control was in its most basic form like that her brother had shown. But Prestor chained it rigidly with honour and law, holding to the idea of justice and shutting down his inner desires so well that he had not even known he had them.

Now he knew. During their encounters, Vrasha had seen that part of him start to blossom as he had discovered himself. He was not a cruel man, not an evil man. But he was naturally a dominant one when it came to the bed room. It was why he played the role so well.

"Last chance," Prestor said. He wasn't aware of her thoughts but the words made her tingle. "Do you want to avoid punishment? Just beg me to forgive you and promise to serve me for the rest of your life. On the outside, you can still be the regal queen. Commanding the awe and respect of our people. But when we're alone, you will be your true self. Naked and kneeling, a whore-queen. You know it is what you desire."

Vrasha said nothing, but his words fired her blood like nothing else. Fuck, how did this guy know exactly what to say to get under her skin? His fingers brushed against her flank, stroking her body with a back and forth motion that made her shiver.

"Let's be honest, even if you refuse to beg that's the fate you're going to have anyway. It'll just take longer for you to accept it. Still not going to break?"

She refused to say anything. Again, she imagined him grinning with glee. He obviously wanted to punish her and Vrasha was enraptured by the idea he had put forward. She had never been pierced in her life but she had seen how particularly troublesome slaves had been pierced to better control them. It was a whole new level of subjugation.

"All right then but remember, you had your chance to turn back."

She felt him moving around her. The ropes binding her arms were cut, then one of the chains that connected to the cuff around her ankle came loose. Soon, the second followed and she sagged to the side, half collapsing as her legs refused to take her weight. An hour on the wooden horse had robbed her of the ability to support herself but Prestor caught her rather than let her hit the cold ground. His grip was almost gentle, and he supported her by letting her put an arm around his shoulder. Her legs trembled, her womanhood felt like it was bruised and burning. Pain and humiliation followed her like a shadow.

"Look at you," he chuckled in her ear. "You have no chains now but you are totally helpless. Can you even run? I doubt it. You can barely hobble. I could do anything to you and you would not be able to resist."

He plucked at her nipple as if to drive in the point, twisting it just enough to cause her to cry out. Then he helped her to walk. The blindfold was still wrapped around her head so she could not see where she was being brought. She guessed it was out of the corridor and into the central chamber of the dungeon though.

A moment later, she was made to sit down. She was on a chair which was cold and hard. Leather straps were quickly secured around her arms and legs. Prestor pulled them tight until she couldn't move at all. Vrasha **** herself to keep breathing. The pain which pulsed from between her legs was great and still growing. Suddenly, however, she felt something wet pour down her body. Vrahsa jerked. She hadn't expected that! It was cold and sticky, certainly not water. But as it trickled down across her body, Vrasha found that her discomfort started to fade.

"Do you like it?" Prestor asked her. "I had an apothecary prepare it in advice. I figured after so long on the horse, you would appreciate a little relief. But of course, we need to rub it in for it to be effective."

He ran his fingers across her mound, slowly circling the raised hill of her vulva. Vrasha moaned softly. After so long riding the horse, her nerves there were raw and sensitive. Even the smallest touch made her shake. He rubbed his palm across her, spreading the liquid as he went. It felt cold, cold to the touch and the followed by a wave of tingles. As it did, the discomfort would fade. Not vanish, but reduce to a manageable level. Prestor took his time, using his fingers to knead it into her skin. His touch was sensual, moving back and forth across her sex. Vrasha's back arched when he started to run his fingers up and down her slit. The cool lotion made her twitch and tingle. Her clit ached to be touched, and there was no way to hide how aroused she was becoming by this. Gently he massaged her, running his hands back and forth across her pussy. The contact and stimulation made her head swim, and she was soon biting her lower lip to keep from moaning.

Prestor's touch was soft and delicate. Gentle after the time that she had spent on the horse. It was enchanting and yet also erotic, the soft brushes and flutters of his fingers against her folds drove her further and further into a state of arousal.

By the time he pulled back, Vrasha was aching desperately for more. Her heart pounding, thundering in her chest.