Prestor's Plans

The queen was still trembling. He could smell her arousal. The chains which bound her legs had **** them apart, opening her sex to inspection. Her pussy was bare. Prestor had made her shave it herself, driving in the fact that she had no privacy. The collar around her throat was tight enough to gently compress her neck. Making sure she did not get used to it. Her chest was magnificent. Her breasts were not big, but they were firm and proud. Though born a princess, Vrasha had spent much of her life as a soldier. Her body was lithe and agile. Slender but deadly. He'd seen her fight with a blade and doubted that there were many who could best her.

Perhaps this was why she enjoyed being powerless so much. Maybe the helplessness turned her on because it was a new feeling. Vrasha had never allowed herself to be helpless during the war. Then again, maybe it was simply a kink or a fetish. It wasn't as if he was going to blame her for having one of those. At least hers were harmless compared to the ways her brother and father had enjoyed themselves at the cost of the people.

The truth was that he quite admired her. During the war, she had led them well. Prestor had been one of the soldiers who fought in her name. A man who'd had nothing to live for but the idea of overthrowing a tyrant. He had not expected to survive, much less win but thanks to Vrasha and those she led, he was now standing as a duke. Wealthy, powerful and respected. He had come a long way and he owed her greatly.

It was just that the way she wanted him to pay her back was by demeaning and humiliating her. An odd exchange to be sure, but if she wanted it so badly he would not argue.

"Do you want off the horse?" He asked her. "I am sure it has become quite painful by now. Your full weight pressing down on your pussy, feeling the edge of the wood dig into you. I am sure that you are ready to beg for release."

She said nothing, looking away from her. The defiance on her face sparked another wave of arousal.

"Still don't want to beg? Well, that is your choice. But you should know that if you do not break now I have decided how to punish you. I have hired an expert on this sort of thing to come in and pierce your body."

He saw her take a sudden breath as the realisation hit her. He swallowed, waiting for her to say something. It was not the first time they had discussed doing something like this but it was the first time he had decided to move forward with it. All she had to do was to beg him for forgiveness or use one of their safe words and the plan would be scrapped.

She did neither. Blindfolded, her head turned towards him as if waiting for him to say more.

"Obviously, we cannot pierce you in any way which would be obvious to an onlooker," the duke went on. "That would spoil your image a little. But Your breasts and your pussy? No one will see those. You are neither married nor betrothed so they will remain out of sight for the forseeable future. No one will know but you and I, and that will be the joy of it. Even when you are wearing your clothes, pretending to be the dignified, noble queen, the metal studs will be there reminding you of what you really are."

He was gettiing excited, his fingers circled her right nipple, rubbing against the sensetive areola made her gasp.

"And besides, we can have more fun once you are pierced. Have you ever been chained by the tits? Or locked down by your pussy? You will. Unless you beg me for forgiveness right now."

She said nothing, and he smirked.

"Very well, the choice is yours. You have until the man comes in an hour. I suggest you think about your options very carefully."