The Girl in Bondage

The clinking of the chains echoed quietly in the dungeon. Alice's wrists and ankles ached, the tight cuffs of her restraints rubbing her skin raw. For the past hour, she's been wriggling her fingers and toes, trying and failing to contort herself in a way that would allow her to access to the knots keeping her in bondage.

Where was she? Who had kidnapped her? All these questions and more circled the young princess' mind. Who within the kingdom would have the gall to lay a hand on her? Once she gets free, she'll have to teach this fool a most painful lesson!

As she endured by thinking pleasant thoughts of ****, Alice's ears perked up. A new sound: the clicking of heels. A woman? What followed was the whining of a door hinge as a small breeze of cold air drifted inside the room, causing her to shiver inadvertently. She couldn't see anything thanks to her blindfold, but now she was acutely aware that she was no longer alone in this cell. Someone was waiting and watching, observing her at her most ****. Carefully noting the way the cold caused her nipples to stiffen, and how the princess had kept herself perfectly groomed between the legs. Secrets meant only to be shared with a lover, exposed now to her captor. Despite the circumstances, Alice could feel a shiver down her spine, and it definitely wasn't the cold.

I demand that you release me at once! The princess tried to say, but all that escaped the gag were pathetic moans. A line of drool leaks down the corner of her mouth, adding insult to injury. Before she could try again, she felt an explosion of pain on her left butt cheek, as well as a loud smack which came simultaneously. The pain was bad, but the wound to her pride was far worse. Trying her best to locate her tormentor, Alice was about to give her a piece of her mind before she felt a soft hand clutching her jaw, keeping her still.

"You will speak only when spoken to, girl," came the soft yet steely voice of a woman. It reminded Alice a little of her dance instructor when she was younger, though as harsh as the instructor was, she would never dare lay hands on a princess. This was different. This was real. As real as the pain radiating from her butt right now. Even so, Alice refused to be cowed.

"You've thought yourself invincible for far too long," the woman continued to speak, her hand playing with strands of Alice's golden hair. "Meddling in affairs far beyond your understanding, and making enemies of people you should've known better not to mess with. Now, it's time you pay the prince.

Alice's muffled cries of anger are silenced by yet another strike, this time on her right butt cheek. She may have been tough, but never in her life has she felt pain down there before, and her hardened exterior was quickly crumbling, held up only by the tattered remnants of her dignity.

"You've could've just been a good girl. Gotten married, sired some kids," the woman clicked her tongue in disgust as she walks around Alice, her heels giving her position away. With each step, the princess winces, her tense body preparing for another strike at any moment. However, to her surprise, she instead feels a pair of fingers between her legs, gently rubbing at her folds. "See? Even your body agrees. You were made to be used."

In horror, Alice realized what her captor meant. Somehow, after the stinging sensation of the strikes had gone away, all she was left with was a quivering pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet, her body unable to resist the pleasure that came with the pain. This, more than anything, lit a fire within her as she desperately tried to thrash her way out of her bindings. She had to escape, before she was **** to confront any more of the truth.

"Calm yourself," the woman commanded as she pinched the princess' nipples, causing a whimper to eek out of the gag. "Don't deny yourself the truth, You're not a princess any longer, just a slut."

Alice wanted desperately to reject that notion is ridiculous, to prove that her will could withstand all, but all it look was another strike, this time across both her butt cheeks, for her to dissolve into a mewling mess. It was as though she was on fire, and the pain was soon accompanied by another round of those soothing fingers, stroking and playing with her.

"Now, what do you say?" The woman asked, her voice sounding more and more seductive by the second. With a click, the gag in her mouth loosens, and the princess could finally rest her aching jaw for a second.

"Th-thank you..." Alice murmured, turning her head away from shame. She couldn't even see her tormentor, yet she couldn't bear saying such a thing face to face. In return, she was rewarded with a new sensation. Something hard and polished, pressing up against her slit. Tantalizingly close, yet just out of reach.

"Mistress," the woman continued for her. "Now, tell me what you want, girl."

"I..." Alice stuttered, wriggling herself desperately to try and get closer to the dildo. "I want it! Please mistress! I'm nothing more than a slut, so..."

"Good girl," the woman said softly, her voice filled with approval. Correspondingly, the long awaited dildo was pushed forward, effortlessly sliding inside of the princess, filling her and then some. Her mistress gripped it tightly, twisting and rotating it as she moaned loudly, finally no longer inhibited by the gag. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure across her body, and the regal princess that was once here is nowhere to be seen.

With one, final climactic burst of pleasure, the dildo is **** as deep as it can go, and Alice's entire body tensed up before the tides of the orgasm rolled through, her juices spilling out as her entire body shook. Her mistress left her pussy filled, walking to her front side before planting a passionate kiss on her lips, one that cemented her position as mere slut.