The Iron Flower

Vrasha did not have to wait long. She heard the duke moving to the back of the room, and then came the scrape of metal against stone. He took something from the shelf, several things, in fact and then moved back towards her.

Vrasha's heart was beating fast. Her body was shivering. She strained to turn her head and see him, the collar pressing down against her skin. Waves of heat and arousal, lust spread through her along with guilt. She knew that she was not meant to be turned on something like this. She knew it was meant to be horrific and degrading.

And it was. It really was! But somehow, it also got her off. It made her feel hot and wet, made her want to curl into a tight little ball of pleasure. Was she a hero? a whore? A queen? Perhaps all of the above. She swallowed, trying to moisten her throat as Prestor came back into view.

"Your piercings have taken well," he told her. "In only a few more days, we can make a public appearance for you."

He must have read the expression on her face.

"Yes, you'll be going out in public. But don't worry. No one will know that its you. Your face will be concealed. As far as anyone else will know, you will be the repentant bandit queen. Paying for her crimes with exposure and humiliation. How fun that will be. The whole city will be watching you! You'll be writhing, gasping and moaning and no one will know it's their previous saviour. No one but me, that is."

He reached down, using his fingers to push her chin up, meeting her eyes for a moment. He held her gaze, each word he spoke hammered home her situation. Made her fantasy all the more potent.

"You, Vrasha, are going to be staked out in the public square. I've decided. You're going to be a public prisoner. I'll auction you off to someone who has the money for a short time. During that time, they can do whatever they want to you. How does that make you feel?"

It made her feel hot. Turned out. Her pussy was soaking, and pulses of desire danced through her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, hanging off every word as he outlined her fate.

"Of course, we'll make sure your mask can't be removed easily. We'll use magic or something. We can't have your true identity being known. We'll simply tell your new owner that you're a bandit and you have to be punished. How they do it is up to them."

He lingered over that word ''punished''. Clearly enjoying her reaction to it. Her face had gone red, and her eyes had gone wide.

"Are you going to beg me to spare you?" He asked. "Are you going to beg for release?"

"Never," she croaked. "I'll never give in to you."

Prestor grinned, standing back for a moment as if to admire the sight of her naked body.

"We will see."

He moved his hand, showing her what he had taken from the storage. Vrasha didn't recognise it. It looked like a mid sized metal cylinder. The tip was rounded, like a phallus, and there were small seams running down the sides. Prestor held it out for her for a moment, letting her get a good view of it.

"One of your father's favourite tools," he said. "I wonder if he knew his daughter would one day feel it? He probably wouldn't have cared," a look of genuine disgust crossed his face then, quite apart from their game, "the old king was never one to bother with anyone but himself. This is a tool meant to discipline slaves like you, Vrasha. Shall I tell you how it works?"

He shifted it around and she could see that there was a ridged dial set into the base. Prestor turned it slowly, and there came a mechanical clicking. The seams which ran up the sides of the cylinder widened as the outer shell was **** apart. She blanched.

"That's right," Prestor said. "It was inspired by another device. The Iron Pear. But this one is a little more forgiving. They called it the Iron Flower. You see, how it works is like this. We get you nice and wet - that's not hard for a whore like you. Then we press the tip of it right against your womanhood."

As he spoke, he did exactly that. Vrasha felt the cold tip of the metal dildo press against the folds of her pussy. Her labia were soaked and already parted, and her clit buzzed with excitement and desire. It was easy for Prestor to slowly drive it inwards, nudging her lower lips aside. Vrasha felt it penetrating, moving deeper inside of her. It felt good in spite of the dread that came with it. She wanted to recoil, but she was so horny now that her body reacted instead, grinding against it with a mindless desire.

The device sank into her, deeper and deeper. it felt large now. Filling her up and stretching her pussy. She was breathing faster and faster. She tried to move, to pull away from it or to touch herself as she was fucked by it but the restrains in the chair held her perfectly in place.

Eventually, the dildo was almost completely inside of her.

"Last chance to beg, girl."

Vrasha said nothing. Her pulse was racing, and she felt a cold fear running up her spine. Always she had imagined what it would be like to sit here, in this room and experience this kind of thing. Now she was going to know first hand.

Prestor spun the dial slowly. The Iron Flower unfolded. Vrasha made a low moaning noise, the exterior of the device pressed against her pussy and _pushed. _At first, it simply made her feel even more full, but it continued to expand. She was breathing faster now. Her hands had clenched into fists. Sparks of pleasure arched between her legs as the tool of humiliation spread her open from the inside. It pushed her lower lips aside, exposed her womanhood in a way that nothing else did. She felt herself spread and exposed, not given even the basic dignity afforded by her own body.

Vrasha moaned. The device was cold, mechanical and uncaring. It didn't know that it was humiliating her, forcing her into even more degrading positions as her womanhood was splayed, ready to be examined and judged. Her clitoris pulsed, heat shooting through her nerves. And just when the thing between her legs started to get painful, it stopped.

"This is the first setting," Prestor told her. "There are three in total. One is used to examine a **** girl like you. To know her secrets, so that even her most private area is private no more. The other two are used to punish her. Causing pain and humiliation. It's said that when he was in power, the old king would have slaves who displeased him wear these all day. However, we cannot do the same to you. You, after all, are a queen."

His hand closed around the base of the tool and he pressed it deeper inside of her. Vrasha's spine arched, coursing lightning rippled through her and she moaned.

"We cannot risk doing anything permanent to you," Prestor said. "So we will keep it on setting one. However, I am sure the idea of being seen like this, splayed out and spread, is especially humiliating for you."

The heat was rushing to her face. Vrasha could feel the pinprick of tears in the corners of her eyes. Her clit was buzzing, pulsing with tight, white heat and her nipples were hard. Her breathing was coming faster and faster, and she just wanted a form of release. She wanted to cum.

"Now," Prestor said. "Let's see just how far you are willing to go to get your release."