The Doctor Arrives

"You should see yourself now," Prestor chuckled. "Your pussy is so wet and your skin is gleaming with the lotion."

He ran a hand across her side, his fingers rising to brush against her breasts. For a few moments, he enjoyed groping her. Then he seemed to catch himself.

"The doctor will be here soon," he told her. "He's trained for this sort of thing. An expert in piercings and modifications. I believe he found work under your father but has since turned over a new leaf. You're going to be seen to by the same person who saw to so many slaves. But of course, we don't want him recognising you. Fortunately, I do not believe that he will. I chose someone who has never seen you up close. Your face is partially covered by your blindfold and this is a man who will be paying attention to your, ah, other assets. He is additionally a man who is sufficiently corrupt that even if he does notice something, a bribe and a threat will be more than enough to keep him from talking."

Accompanying his words, Prestor's fingers teased her chest, squeezing and groping her tits as he spoke.

"Of course we will have to have something to tell him, since you yourself made such things as this illegal. The truth is right out but I have come up with a new excuse for you. You, my dear, are a female bandit leader who supplied the former king with many slaves. Having been captured in the war, you agreed to undergo this as part of your sentence. Instead of being locked away for years in jail, you are to experience the fate that you put so many others through. I think that will fit together nicely, and also give him little reason to go easily on you."

He squeezed her breast again, fingers digging into the skin just enough to make it uncomfortable.

"After all, a punishment is a punishment. I expect you to play your role, Vrasha. If you desire to protect your true identity, you must convince him that you are indeed an ex bandit. And that this is only the start of your ordeal."

Vrasha's head tilted. She felt nervous. The cold chair pressed against her skin. The lotion was covering her now and it dulled the pain of her time on the horse but she could feel the rising surge of arousal growing within her at her new predicament. There was a sense of unease. Someone else was going to see her naked. What if the doctor didn't fall for Prestor's trick? What if he recognised her? Would he tell? If he did know it was her and couldn't be bribed to keep silent, then he would have a lot of power over her. She bit her lower lip, her heart was pounding.

It would be smarter to give up on this whole thing now and call it off before the guy arrived. That would be the only sure way to keep her identity hidden. All she had to do was say the word and it would be done. End the game. Go back to being a queen and not a conquered ****.

All she had to do was speak.

She stayed silent. The minutes stretched on. She could hear the guttering whoosh of the fires and the racing pulse in her ears. Her body shivered. The restraints on her arms and legs were very tight. She didn't see exactly what she was sitting on but she was pretty sure it was the special chair that the former king had fitted to the dungeon. It was designed exactly for this sort of thing and used a lever and pulley system to shift between vertical and horizontal, folding out into a bed. He had really enjoyed putting slaves in it and watching them panic when it started to lower, spreading their legs apart as a consequence of the mechanism.

She heard someone rap at the door and her heart rate spiked. Prestor moved, Vrasha listened to his trailing footsteps. There was the sound of a door opening, then there was talking. Two voices. One of them Prestor's, the other unknown. She was breathing quickly and tried to **** herself to calm. Methodically, she slowed her intake, just like she would when she was about to go to battle. As she exerted her willpower, the feelings of fear and panic started to fade but the humiliation remained. The only thing that was protecting her identity was the thin strip of fabric across her face and the fact that no one would ever expect to see the queen like this. The fabric alone would not be enough, everything depending on the situation. On the surgeon not realising that she was Vrasha because everyone knew that Vrasha would never be in a place like this.

It was dark; the cloth pressed against her eyes. She strained her other senses. She could smell burning; the torches and their acrid smoke. It was cold, the wind buffeted her naked body. She could hear footsteps coming back down the corridor. Two pairs of them.

"This is her?" Said the unknown voice. Vrasha squirmed, excitement blooming in her chest along with dread and coiling anticipation.

"This is her," Prestor said. "She was a bandit who served the old king. Queen Vrasha captured her some days ago during a raid and she has agreed to this unique form of punishment."

There was a moment of silence, then the surgeon spoke.

"This is extremely unusual, you know. This kind of thing is outlawed. The Queen herself insisted it be so."

"I speak for the queen," Prestor said. His tone was not hostile but it was firm. "I believe you'll find that she more than approves of this course of action. The bandit herself agreed to it as well. Otherwise she was facing many years in jail. This will cut down her sentence significantly."

"At the cost of her humiliation?" Asked the doctor, his tone clearly disapproving.

"It's the same fate she inflicted on others," Prestor said. "Are you really so ****? I thought you did this sort of thing before."

"I did and it haunted me. If I had refused, the king would have killed me or worse, taken my daughter as his next ****. I performed this procedure on women I did not know so I would never have to perform it on those I did. Now after I have finally been told I am free of this nightmare, you want me to go back to it one more time?"

Vrasha's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected that response. Nor had Prestor by the way that he sunk into silence. She realised there was a very good chance that the doctor would not pierce her.

What was she going to do?