Elana's New Look

Elana hung slack for a moment, the chains keeping her in place as she caught her breathe. Her legs were trembling, her womanhood aching for the touch of the man to be restored to it. Her face felt hot, her body swam in sensations as she heard the men approach. Each one carried something, but before she could take a good look at it, the man started to speak again.

"When we captured you, we also had your soldiers turn over all your jewellery, and your money too. We told them it was for you, and they believe us, probably because they desperately wanted to. In any event, we had it melted down, and made into these little presents. I like to call it your royal regalia. After all, a princess has to look royal, doesn't she? Even if she's a whore, we can't have anyone thinking that you're a common one. We want people to see you, and to think ''That's Princess Elana, she was heir to the crown before she picked the wrong fight, and now she's a whore for the emperor.'' It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? So why don't you have a look and see what we've gotten."

Elana did, feeling herself gazing towards the men, her red hair falling close to her eyes for a moment. The first thing she saw was that they had cuffs of some kind. Four of them, two of them for her arms, and two for her legs. They were intricate and patterned, using flowing scripts and pictures that drew the eye with swirls and shapes. Elana also saw that they had little hooks, which could be used to anchor chains. She felt a shiver race down her spine, her skin turning quite cold as she realised that they were going to be used to restrain her.

"Right leg." The man said, gesturing her her to present it. Elana hesitated for a moment before complying, sticking her leg out felt oddly humiliating, like she was exposing her womanhood even more than had already been the case. Her skin tingled as she felt the cuff slid over her foot and around her tendon. The man did something, and the cuff shrank, Elana squeaked as she felt it press against her skin, closing around her ankle. The same procedure was repeated with her left foot. Then, her arms were done, the cuffs being placed around her wrists. Again, they shrank as soon as they were put on her body, becoming difficult to remove. They felt oddly heavy to her, each motion reminding her of their existence. She couldn't forget them even for a moment. She recognised the statement all right.

"Next, a princess must always show her good side." The man chuckled. "Your assets, I mean. Your chest is a little flat, but we can do something to make it look good anyway."

He stepped forwards, a tiny metal thing in his hand. It looked like a clamp, the teeth were ridged, and something shiny - a gemstone - was connected to it by a short chain. The man's fingers glide over her naked body, brushing against her skin and making her hiss. Desire crashed against her self control as he touched her again. One of his hands folding around her side, almost gently, and his other found her breast again. One more, he stroked it, teased it, toyed with it, until her nipple was erect. Then, as they both knew he would, he pressed the clamp against it, and closed it. Elana moaned, feeling the cruel edges of the device take hold of her nipple, the ridges digging into her skin. Not cutting it or breaking it, but holding it firmly and roughly. Her nipples were sensitive, and the feeling of them being enclosed in this way made her body shake. The weight of the gem pulled on the clamp, which in turn pulled on her chest, making it so that the precious stone swung with each movement she made. Each motion of her body sending a sharp shock through her bust. The man seemed to take some joy in this, playing with the clamp for a few moments, pulling the gem this way and that, testing the strength of the grip, making sure she couldn't easily slip free.

Once he was satisfied, he did the same to her other breast, so the weights hung from her chest, drawing the eye and making it so everyone knew about her helplessness and humiliation.

"Now, your crown." The man went on. "You cannot be a princess without a crowd, after all. And this one was made out of your old crown too! The symbol of your people, their hopes and their dreams, their faith in you as their ruler, and the one who promised to protect them. Guess where it's going."

He gestured, and one of the men came forwards with her new crowd. It was...well, clearly not intended for her head. The ''crown'' consisted of a link of metal, beaded heavily, which was string up between her legs, then tied around her waist. The beads were small and fat, and as they tightened it, the motion drove it into her pussy, a slow groan escaped her lips as she felt it gradually slip between her lower lips, displaying her labia, and pressing itself into her pussy. Now, with every step she took, it rubbed against her body, the beads invading her mound, and filling her womanhood. Elana felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, the sensation - combined with the cuffs and the nipple weight - was utterly impossible to ignore or forget.

"Now, you really look the part, my little whore princess."