Vrasha's World

Prestor returned nearly an hour later. By then, Vrasha was in quite a state. She was constantly shifting, trying to balance her weight. Her womanhood was swollen and red. Each movement brought a flood of pain. She was breathing heavily, and squirming in the growing mixture of her own torment and arousal. It was not the pain as such which turned her on but the feeling of helplessness that came with it being inflicted. Things like this wooden horse had been used to punish and torment female slaves by her father and her brother and Vrasha had always wondered what it would feel like. Even before her rebellion, she'd had a submissive side which she had never allowed to the surface. But seeing the chained women, hearing their cries, their torments. It had turned her on more than she had ever admitted to anyone but herself.

She hadn't known if this made her a bad person. She was getting off on the misery and pain of others, what she really so different than her father? Even if she liked to imagine herself as the target of those torments? Such thoughts had haunted her prior to her defiance, and she had often fallen asleep after a session of late-night masturbation filled with doubts and self-disgust.

Now it did not matter. There was a certain freedom to that. Vrasha had overthrown her father and the her brother too. She'd fought them because it was the right thing to do even if it was also one of the hardest things she'd ever done. Years fighting in the dirt, running from any fight she didn't think she could win. Slowly building power and numbers, escalating as she went. She had thought that they were doomed all the way through the first year. Yet even as she had felt defeat was inevitable, something had stopped her from abandoning the cause.

According to Elody, it was because Vrasha was a good person. Vrasha herself did not know about that. It had been a lost cause right from the start and if not for luck and the chance of stumbling upon a greater weapon, they would have been doomed. Elody had been that weapon. As far as the world knew, she was a sorceress with power beyond compare. Someone willing to back Vrasha's side and give them the might that they needed to really stand a chance.

The truth of course was different. Elody was no sorceress. She wasn't even human. But she was a friend, and she had helped to turn the tides.

Now the land was free and it turned out, that was only the start of the problems. Vrasha had found herself catapulted from princess in exile to queen, a role she had never expected to fill. But what choice did she have? Her people wanted familiarity. After a bitter civil war they wanted a return to what they knew as normal. A ruling queen was better than nothing and she was a hero. How could she have refused?

Now here she was. Tied up in a dungeon and living out all of her fantasies. The wooden intrusion of the device between her legs was rough and cruel, but fired her imagination and her desire like nothing else. She didn't get off on the pain, she got off on the defeat. On the humiliation and the fulfilment of her darkest fantasies. The ones she had never been able to tell anyone else.

For who would ever follow a rebel leader who longed to be chained? Who would trust a hero who dreamed of the whip?

The hour had almost passed. She heard the cell door open again.

Prestor had returned. She felt her body grow taut, the chains holding her legs spread. The sound of his boots on the hard stone floor echoed to her ears. She was panting, gasping for air as her chest rose and fell. She wondered how it looked. Her clit was burning, a tiny point of heat and light.

"Well?" Prestor said. "Have you thought about your future yet, my queen? It can all be over you know. All you have to do is surrender to me now and the torment can end. If you do not, I promise it will get much worse."

She moaned, his words turned her on. His threats surged through her body like flames. This was what she had always dreamed of. Beaten and captured. Not a princess, not a soldier. A simple **** with her legs spread wide by chains.

"Have you decided to beg yet?"