The Kiss

Elana stood, the manacles around her wrists were hard and cold. The chains which connected to her arms, and her feet, as well as to her legs, and various other points of her body, rattled slightly with each motion. She was naked. That fact was not particularly surprising, given that she had spent much of her time since she was captured naked. But now more than ever, she felt it. A crowd had gathered around her to see the captive princess, the sailors gawked and stared at her body, their lust easily visible. Many of them had erections pressing against the fabric of their trousers, and Elana wondered just how far this would go.

Her heart beat faster. Her throat felt dry. She alternately clenched and released her hand, as if daring them to act. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time, the gaze of the men made her shudder and pull away, but her chains only allowed her to go so far. She felt trapped, surrounded, nowhere to go, and nothing to do but endure.

That was probably the point, in fact.

As she had promised, Amy was holding back. Instead, one of the others had taken charge. A large man with a mane of thick, red hair. He was looking at her with a predatory glance that made her shudder.

"Well, well." He said. "It's nice to see a princess naked, you know? I never thought I'd get the chance before now. I always heard they had gold between their legs, but this is even better!"

His comment drew lewd laughs from the rest of the crew, and coloured Elana's face. She pulled back, and tried to cross her thighs.

"Now, now, no need to hide yourself, girly. We've all seen more than enough of you already. Why, you've been almost helpful in your time with us! One might even think you was enjoying it. What, let me guess, is there no room for adventure back home? Did Daddy never let you explore your wild side?"

As he spoke, he approached her, walking slowly. Two men followed, lugging something large between them. A barrel of some sort.

"Were you the sort of princess who was always waiting to be rescued? Who wanted to find your knight in shining armour and be swept off your feet? Pure and pretty as snow? I wonder..."

The man had reached her now. He was standing so close, she could almost feel the heat of his body. His eyes were strong and deep, and Elana realised she was having a hard time looking away. His hand moved, slowly, his fingers taking hold of her chin. Her skin surged at the touch. He was rough, and powerful. Dominant. Before she could do anything, he **** her head forwards, lowering his own at the same time, and kissing her.

Elana blinked, the act caught her totally by surprise. All her time here, she had been tormented and mocked, humiliated and made to toy with herself. But it had never been anything more than physical. She'd been touched, prodded, made to cum, but she'd never been kissed, and in that moment, the **** kiss felt more personal, and more powerful than anything else. The man was demanding, forcing his tongue into her mouth, making her react, she tried to buck out, but he didn't let her, she was locked in place, being **** to endure his attentions.

Elana had kissed people before, obviously. Amy and she had kissed many times, and often with different feelings behind it. They had been lustful and needy, or loving and deep, or tender and light, or playful and fun. And before that, she'd had boyfriends whom she had kissed as well. But always, when she had kissed someone, it had been because she wanted to, because it was her choice.

Now, that choice was taken away. Her mind blanked as she felt the man lean into it, his body coming even closer to her's. It was strange that this was the thing which felt most personal to her. That Elana, who loved to be dominated and controlled, found her limit in such a minor thing in the grand scheme.

Elana's mouth opened into the kiss, she felt the man's hand closing around her breast, his fingers trailing gently over her pale skin, making her quiver. Her nerves screamed with the contact, his grasp closing over her bust, his fingers found her nipple, and rubbed it slowly, driving her into a frenzy as she felt the mounting shock. But he didn't stop kissing her, forcing her head backwards, as though they were lovers, his hand trailing lower, forging a path across her abdomen. She knew where he was going almost at once, of course. But he took his time, teased her with the knowledge. His hand moved so slowly, but it didn't break contact with her body, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as the anticipation of his destination became stronger and stronger.

Elana's mind whirled with confusion, lust and helplessness mixing in the way that she found so hard to ignore. Her heart was hammering. The man was still kissing her, or was she kissing him now? In that moment, she didn't know. She could feel the gaze of the rest of the deck, the sailors watching, jeering. She was mortified, horrified that they were seeing this, and yet, she couldn't stop...

The man's hand found her womanhood at last. Her lower lips had parted, arousal dampening her mound. Her cheeks burned with shame, knowing that there was no way he could miss it. Her pussy surged with his touch, the blood which had rushed to it during his slow advance made her tender and sensitive. Elana was ready to feel him fold back her lower lips, to endure his entry. But he didn't do that. Instead, he started to gently rub her mound, placing careful pressure, and rotating his hand, creating a sort of wave-like sensation where his touch would build up and then fade, only to build again.

It was more like a message than anything else, but an erotic message, applied to one of her most sensitive areas. Fire surged through her loins with each touch, and she felt her body trembling as he expertly applied his pressure, not entering her, but making sure to stimulate her at different points, altering his movements so she did not get used to it. She gasped, and moaned as he built up her body's reaction, she couldn't help it. Her legs trembled, and she could feel her nipples growing hard. Desire raced up her spine, and she could feel her back arching with each touch.

Then, he broke the kiss. Elana gasped, filling her lungs with air. Her body trembled slightly, but he noticed, the knowing look on his face was enough to tell her that. As he stepped back, Elana could see that her own wetness had covered his fingers, her pussy ached in the sudden absence of the constant pleasure.

"I think you were the other sort of princess." The man said. "The one who always secretly hoped for something like this. Who fantasised about the bandits rather than the rescue, and who always wanted deep down to experience this. To be degraded and used, your royal body nothing more than a toy for others. All your power turned to helplessness, and all your authority to humiliation. Well, today we're going to find out."

He turned away for a moment, gesturing for another man to approach. Elana looked up, seeing that it was in fact several other men, and they were holding objects in their hands that she could not quite make out.

"Show her her new regalia."