The Next Day Arrives

They came for her that morning, just as Amy had said.

The door opened, and the soldiers entered, accompanied by Amy herself. Elana's heart race spiked at the sight of the other woman, but she was clad in her armour, and Elana realised she would find no mercy there.

"Get her out of the chair." Amy said. "We have a lot to do today, and we want our princess to be ready for it all. Well, Princess Elana, I do hope that you're up for a tough time. We're going to be separating soon, and we decided to do something so that you always remember us."

Elana looked up, her hands were still bound, and she was heaving for air, but she still managed to look defiant as she spoke.

"Do what you want. I know you will anyway. But I am not going to be broken by the likes of you."

"Oh, the noble champion." Amy chuckled. "We'll see about that, princess."

She nodded, and two of the soldiers moved behind her. Elana tensed, but they only sliced through the ropes holding her tight. At once, Elana felt their hands close around her arms, keeping her from running.

"Down on your hands and knees." Said Amy, glaring at Elana through the helmet. "Do you really think we'll let you walk around like an actual person? Maybe once you earn it."

Elana felt her hands ball, but she didn't have much of a choice. Alone, outnumbered, and with no prospect of help, she knew full well that the power was totally on the side of her captors. So, slowly, with shaking legs, she did as she was asked, sinking first to her knees, and then pitching herself forwards, and catching herself with her hands. The deck felt cold and hard beneath her, the wind blowing along her back. Her curtain of red hair fell alongside her face, making it even harder for her to see.

Like this, she was led from the chamber. **** to walk on her hands and knees, Elana couldn't really look around to see where she was going. One of the soldiers flanked her to the left, the other took her right, and Amy led. The decking felt hard and cold, but even more cold were the looks she was getting as she passed others in the corridors. Sailors, workers and soldiers alike stopped what they were doing to turn and stare as the princess was paraded passed them. Elana felt her heart seize up each time she felt someone's gaze move over her body. She felt lust and desire in those eyes, people watched her, openly and without hesitation, enjoying the sight of her naked form as she struggled passed. They were moving so slowly, was Amy _trying _to show her off?

Well, probably yes, now she was thinking about it. She was breathing heavily, a haze of lust had descended over her vision. Her body felt hot, and tingles ran up and down her spine with each new look she gained.

This is a princess. Elana thought to herself. A princess striped naked, made to crawl across the ground. You're seeing the body of a princess.

No wonder they paid so much attention to her. Their gaze was hungry, lust danced in their eyes, but they were far from silent. Some jeered as she passed, or made comments that caused her to flush. Her shaven pussy was noted, her slightly smaller than average bust was mocked. People howled after her, and laughed at her body, but at the same time, those same people obviously also wanted to possess it, to fuck her. The idea sent a thrill of twin terror and desire rushing through her. As she crawled, the sound of the crowd in her ears, Elana felt herself becoming more and more aroused. More and more caught in the moment.

Her womanhood tingled, her nipples were growing hard. Her breathing was rapid, and she was having to focus more and more on moving forwards, the sound of the crowd ever present, echoing in her ears. She did her best to ignore it, but it was impossible. The sound overcame her defences, bombarding her mind until she had **** but to let it in. During her walk of shame, Elana heard all manner of ways to describe her body - some flattering, and some not. She heard what some of the people wanted to do to her, vivid descriptions of how they would fuck her, make her squirm and moan and beg. She heard people debating about whether she was enjoying her current treatment, it made her face flush red, it made her shiver, her skin feeling so very warm. But, more than anything else, it made her aroused. As she walked, flanked by the guards, Elana felt her womanhood tingling more and more, a sort of deep restlessness entered her body.

At first, she did her best to ignore it, portioning off that part of her mind, but each crawling step forward fuelled it, each glance her way, each whispered word, all made it grow. She felt her core growing tighter and tighter, her pussy growing more and more wet. Her labia were swelling, and she could feel the torturous, shameful feeling of her own wetness dripping in her wake.

Oh god, how bad did this look? Did they all know how aroused she was? How much she wanted something to fuck? It was hard to think, that primal need was consuming her mind. She felt hot, her skin was tingling, her whole body was aching, each step made her more and more aware of her own desire. How could anyone miss the signs? How could anyone not know how she was feeling? Their eyes were on her, scorching her skin, making her sweat, impossible to ignore or pretend that they were anything other than full of lust and desire. They wanted her, they wanted her body, they wanted to fuck her, to make her cum, to make her spasm and moan.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! She was feeling so aroused right now. So hot. Her body was burning up, her pulse was thrumming in her ears. Each time someone looked at her, her heart skipped a beat, each time someone pointed, or laughed, or jeered, she felt herself spike even higher. Breathe was coming slowly now, she was gasping, her head down, copper hair framing her face.

Elana wanted to be touched. Her body burned with anticipation of that moment, her skin writhed with the need of it. Each breathe that filled her lungs seemed merely to add to her torment as she was denied her release. The strength of this feeling scared her, the all-consuming nature of it carried her along, like a river that had captured a small boat. You couldn't steer, and you couldn't turn. All you could do was hold on tight, and hope you didn't go down into the depths.

And so, Elana was brought to the hold of the ship. A large, empty area, usually reserved for cargo.

Usually.

In this case, space had been made. Boxes were pushed back against the walls, overflowing with supplies. As she was made to crawl into the room, Elana saw that a large number of the crew were standing there, around a space which had been cleared for her, and in the centre of that space...

Her first thought was that it was a nest of chains, dangling from the ceiling. Her second thought was that her first one had not been too badly off. It was a nest of chains, but the chains were connected to a system of pulleys, running through a frame that had been erected over the roof, and then running back down towards the crowd. Her mouth went dry as she realised what this meant. Each chain ended with a cuff, an interlocking metal claw, and each chain had its own pulley as well, so that it could be pulled tight or allowed to slack.

Before she could do or say anything, Elana was led to the centre of the crowd, towards the dangling instrument of ****. The crew parted to let her through, but she felt them watching her, a sense of anticipation had caught them up, a sense of desire that was stronger than she had ever seen before. Not even when she had played with herself for them, or when they had first captured her, had she felt this sort of attention.

It was almost scary.

In the centre of the room, Amy brought her to a rest, and made her rise to her feet. Elana felt absurdly grateful to be able to stand upright again, but that gratitude lasted only for a moment. The two soldiers who had escorted her moved to the side of her body, taking hold of the chains, and bringing them over to her body. With a metal creak, the cuffs were **** open. Elana jumped, they felt cold against her skin! But she didn't resist. One of them was closed around each of her wrists, one of them went around each of her lower legs, and then a further one to each of her thighs. The cuffs felt cold and solid, impossible to break. She felt her breathe catch in her throat as they were closed around her body, each one driving the point further and further that she was trapped, helpless, and about to face a trial that would push her limits.

The last one closed around her neck, like a cold, metal collar. Elana stood her ground, breathing deeply, waiting for the moment it would begin. The chains connected to her body rattled with each motion. She looked at the crowd, daring them to do their worst to her.

Of course, whether the dared them to or to or not, they were going to do so anyway.

A moment later, the game began.