The Terms of the Game

Vrasha was blindfolded; a strip of cloth tied over her eyes. Her hands were bound by thick ropes behind her back. She was naked; her body gleamed with sweat. Prestor looked at her through the bars of the cell, not daring to believe this had really happened to him.

Vrasha, it seemed, much like her brother and father, had certain tastes. Unlike them, hers were the opposite. Where those two liked to dominate and control, the new queen liked to be controlled. Of course, news of that could never get out. It would harm her reputation and therefore also the reputation of Khol-Hon. Rather than repress herself, Vrasha had chosen someone she trusted to remain quiet and promoted him. It was part bribe, part reward. So long as he was willing to play his part and torment her behind closed doors.

Prestor felt a hunger deep within his soul. The key to the cell turned in the lock, clicking loudly and announcing his presence. Vrasha shifted. She couldn't move very far because she was riding a wooden horse. A long and triangular mass of wood which was just taller than she was, forcing her to stand on the tips of her toes. The wide and heavy base was set against the floor while the narrow top was pressed between her legs. Her back was arched, her legs were chained to the ground and her arms bound behind her back. Lastly, a solid iron collar had been put around her neck and this tethered her to the far wall. Prestor's eyes flickered towards her womanhood; it was swollen with desire and humiliation. Her whole weight had been pressing down on it for some time now, and her lower lips had been **** apart as she slowly lost the ability to hold herself off the frame. She was gasping, moaning softly into the darkness around her.

It was a sight that he had never thought he would see. Vrasha, the queen of Khol-Hon was chained and bound before him. She was riding a wooden horse, humiliated and aroused and totally at his mercy. And he had permission to do nearly anything to her.

"I see you've been busy," he told her. "You've soaked that device with your arousal."

She said nothing, but a shudder passed through her body as he reached out and ran his fingers across her pale skin. She felt warm to the touch. almost feverish. It was so rarely that they got a chance to play these games. Usually, her duties demanded that she take a more formal role in things. Now however, she had no demands on her time for several days. She had decided she wished to spend them like this.

He rubbed her breast, feeling her whole body shake. Her nipple was warm and stiff against his two fingers. His cock was getting hard, desire thundered through him.

"What do you think your people would say if they saw you like this?" Prestor asked, moving behind her as he went. His heart was hammering. She squirmed at his words. "Their queen. Their hero. All trussed up like one of the slaves she fought so hard to free."

His role was to do more than just pleasure her, he knew. Vrasha had wanted someone who could take charge and who she could trust to play the part she handed him. She didn't want to be merely fucked, but humiliated and dominated. They'd worked hard on it long before it had come to this. Developed codes, safewords, and an idea of what to expect. The first time they'd done it, he'd been far more nervous than her but now he found that he looked forward to it more and more with each session.

"How many times have you cum while riding that?" He asked her. "Have you gotten off on the idea of being seen like this? Of being paraded before the public? Can you imagine their jeers and their stares?"

She moaned softly, the sound was like music to him.

"Of course, I haven't found a way to do that just yet." He said. "Not while preserving your secret identity. As fun as it would be, we don't want you to be found out, do we? As far as the rest of the kingdom knows, you're a blessed maiden, right?"

He chuckled.

"How little they see the real you."