Prestor Paints a Picture of the Future

Vrahsa could only sit in her chair, feeling the Iron Flower spread her pussy to its very limits. Pleasure curled with agonising slowness across the edges of her nerves.

Prestor reached out then, once more running his fingers across her flushing skin. He **** her to look at him. her heart was beating fast, and her eyes fell to his pants. An erection pushed against the inside of his trousers. She wondered if he was going to fuck her here. The idea of being taken, being **** to endure such pleasure at her lowest point filled her with tingling want.

But Prestor had other ideas.

"Once you are broken," he told her, "You will bring Elody to me."

"No..." Vrasha groaned, shaking her head. "I'd never do that."

"You will when you are finished," Prestor told her. "When you are my loyal whore. When you are pierced and chained and collared. You'll tell me all about Elody. You'll tell me how to defeat her and then you'll lure her into my hands."

"No..."

Vrasha's whole body twitched as Prestor's hand fell to caress her folds, he ran his fingers through the splayed lips of her labia, and gently tweaked the throbbing mound of her clit. Vrasha gave a soundless gasp of pleasure and defiance, her body trembled against its restraints.

"Yes," Prestor said. "You'll bring her to me and then you'll help me punish her and break her, just like I have done to you. You'll watch and join in as I have her pierced in the same way. Maybe I'll make you fuck her with toys or with your tongue and fingers. **** her to cum again and again until she's shaking and begging you to stop. But I won't let you stop. Not until she'd an obedient little ****. And then the two of you can be chained to the my throne, kneeling on the ground as I survey my kingdom."

Vrasha gasped, heat pulsed through her body and waves of tightness seemed to resonate through her very nerves.

"It's not your kingdom," she moaned. "I'll stop you..."

"You? Stop me? You're a slut who is giving into your base nature. You're trying to fight it, I can see you resisting it. But moment by moment, that resistance is crumbling. Soon there won't be any left at all. Soon, you won't care if you wear a mask or not. If the city sees you for who you are. All you'll want is to be pleasured, to cum your brains out for your loyal subjects. You and Elody will give them such a show!"

Vrasha leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes. Prestor's words painted a future of degradation and humiliation. She imagined kneeling beside his throne, chains leading from her clit and breasts to the armrests. Beside her, Elody would be pierced and chained the same way. Or maybe they'd be chained to one another? Hooks connected their breasts, forcing them into a constant embrace while a dildo was shared between their pussies.

Maybe they'd be made to fuck each other in front of the jeering crowd. All the people who had known her as their queen and saviour would see her cumming, see her begging for more. Would know how wet her pussy was and how much the idea of being conquered and defeated made her quiver with desire and arousal.

Prestor stepped back from the chair, gazing a her with lust and desire. For a moment, she thought he was going to fuck her. He clearly wanted to very much.

"Tomorrow," he said. "You're going to go out for your first public appearance. The dreaded bandit queen is going to be auctioned off. I hope you're ready, my queen. What you have experienced so far is merely the start."