A Demonstration

Elana's long, copper hair whipped about her body in the grip of the ocean wind. The breeze was cruel and cold, cutting into her naked skin, sending shivers racing through her body. It was impossible to even pretend she was clothed. Even if she closed her eyes, even if she had been alone, the wind ran along her body, like an invisible hand groping at her.

But she was not alone. She was in the middle of a crowd. Dozens of men looking at her. She was wearing no clothes, she was helpless and ****. It was the best she could do to simply stand and be defiant, but even this took almost more willpower than she could muster. Her lower body was trembling, and not just from the cold. Sharp, hot arousal was flowing between her legs. Her nipples were hard, she was breathing quickly. She could feel a churning heat centred in her mound, and hoped desperately that no one could see just how turned on she was right now.

"All right." She said, glaring at the leader. "You've had your fun. Now, take me away from here and let my people go. That was the deal, wasn't it?"

The leader of the enemy nodded slowly.

"It was." They said. "But your defiance is galling, and I wish the last image of you that these people hold to be of a certain, shall we say, nature. So we're going to have to do something about that."

The figure gestured for her to move to them. Elana reluctantly felt her body start to obey. Each step from her own side felt like ****, but she had ****, and was caught up on the moment besides. Drawn on like a moth to a flame. The enemy leader came closer and closer. Elana was trembling when she managed to get within arms reach, her face had turned pale.

The figure reached out and grabbed her, using her shoulder to propel her forwards, then, Elana felt herself turned around, so that her own crew could see her in her full nudity. Her skin felt hot, especially when one of the leader's armoured fingers gently caressed her breast. She jumped, the metal felt cold against her skin! Nerve endings that were already stimulated by her own fantasies started to wake at the gentle touch, screaming for more. She bit her tongue to keep from moaning.

Sir Thomas and the others could only look on. She could see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes, the sheer disbelief that this was happening. She tried to look at him, to meet his eyes, to reassure him that everything was all right, but it was hard. The enemy leader was stroking her chest, their hands playing across her bust. It was a slow, titillating motion. Not demanding or urgent, but almost gentle, their fingers working steadily to evoke and build a sense of lust and desire. Each touch was met with tingles, each sweep harder to bear than the last. As if her body was coming to life after so long spent asleep. The wind howled around her, the disbelieving stares of her soldiers pinned her like an insect. Betrayal and guilt, as if it was somehow her fault that this had happened.

She wanted to call out to them, to tell them that this was not her, that it was just her body reacting, but it was so hard. So very hard when each touch made her shiver and shudder to the core, when her mouth felt so very dry, and her heart pounded with each moment of contact.

"Spread your legs." The leader said. "Let them see all you have...."

"N-no..." Elana managed weakly, trying to claw back her resistance. "I can't... I'm a princess..."

"You're a **** and a whore." The leader corrected. "Any claim you had to being a princess, you just gave up. Now spread your legs, and let them see how wanton you are."

Elana gritted her teeth, shaking her head.

"I can't.... I won't..."

The figure laughed softly, their hands cupping her nipple, pinching it slightly, just enough to make her groan in spite of herself. Elana felt shaky to the core. Her world was spinning, and she could hardly think.

"Come on." The figure said. "I know you enjoy this. I know you want this, Elana. They won't blame you, you know. They'll blame me for making you do it. So why not? For the first time in your pampered, royal life, why not do what you really want? Be what you really are? You know you want to show them. You want them all to see it. Your womanhood spread apart, your bud exposed. You want them to have to imagine nothing. So the last image of their beloved princess is a woman with her leg spread, and her pussy soaking.

"No..."

Elana's heart was racing. Her mind was full of lust, she could hardly think.

"You have to. You have ****."

Elana felt her legs start to respond to that voice, trembling slightly, her thighs started to lift, pushing each leg to the side, and letting her pussy glint in its own dampness, the wind fund her then, making her close her eyes as it battered her form.

"Behold the princess of a fallen land." The leader said, their voice carrying to all who could hear. "See her reduced to a simple wanton whore."

"Touch yourself, and then thank me for it." The figure said. Elana's eyes bolted wide. What?

"N-No! I can't do that!"

"If you don't, then no one else is getting out of here. We could always use more captives."

"You...you...that's not fair!"

"War is not fair, princess. Now do it. Touch yourself until you cum, and thank me for showing you what you really are."

Elana shook her head, her cheeks were red, and she could hardly stand the gaze of her own people. She gulped, and tried to think, but the lust was raging and roaring through her. Her pussy felt so tender and so wanting, tingles ran along her body in waves. Her fingers clenched, the enemy kept playing with her chest, kneading her breasts now, a little bit more forcefully.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! She didn't have a choice, did she?

Slowly, her hands started to move towards the crux of her legs, her pussy, already wet, was tingling with desire and arousal, so that at the first touch, she swore softly. She could feel the betrayed look on the face of her followers, and she wanted to shout to them, to tell them that she was being ****, to explain to them...

But she could not do that either.

Her hands went to her pussy, stroking herself there with strong, urgent touches that made her toes curl, and stole the breathe from her lungs. She felt as though each contact sent fire racing through her, making her whole world shake. Her fingers trembled, her clitoris throbbed as she pinched it slightly, the results causing her to arch her back, displaying her chest and flying hair.

"Oh god." She moaned. "This feels so real...so much better.... fuck..."

Her pussy clenched around her fingers, the sensation causing her to tighten up, which in turn made her cry out again. Her lower lips were soaking now, her own juices staining her thighs and the deck below her. The enemy leader continued to play with her chest, relentlessly and forcefully.

Suddenly, they clinched their fingers around her nipple, making her start.

"Remember what I said..." They told her. "Thank me or else your crew will pay the price."

Tears in her eyes, helpless to do anything but obey, Elana nodded. She opened her mouth, but speaking was hard now. Low, animal moans issued from her throat, destroying any regal image of the former princess. She was really fucking herself right in front of them with her fingers! Their own princess! The symbol of purity reduced to this!

"T-T-thank you!" She cried out, the tears in her eyes growing more. "Thank you for letting me be what I always wanted to be! Thank you f-f-h god- for showing me what I always way!"

"What are you?"

"A-a-a whore who just wants to be fucked..." Elana groaned, feeling the orgasm approaching.

"Now, ask me if you can cum."

She wanted to resist. She wanted it dearly. But her body was screaming, her mind was fogged. She could feel the edge coming nearer and nearer.

"Please..." She said. "Please can I cum?"

"Well, look at that. The princess asking to cum. How base of you, my lady."

The enemy soldiers chuckled, the sound making her feel all the worse.

"Still, I suppose I should reward you for knowing your place. Very well. You can cum if you want."

It took only a few more moments for her to reach that point. Elana arched her back, the pleasure that raced through her causing her spine to bend. Her pussy erupted in a sense of euphoria that quickly spread through her body. Her cum dripped to the deck between her feet, her lungs felt empty, her whole body was trembling.

"And so is remembered the princess." The figure said.