Elana Wakes to a Different World

Time passed, and that time seemed somehow to be both instant and yet agonisingly long. Elana existed. She didn't exactly have thoughts, but she was aware of being aware. On some level, at least. Her sense of self was preserved, and she was floating, floating above the world and above all worries. Then, after what could honestly have been either seconds or decades, she felt herself drawn once more into the world of flesh and blood.

Elana came to with a sudden jolt of awareness. She was gasping, breathing hard as though not quite sure how her lungs worked. After a moment or two, she started to feel more comfortable and relaxed. Her body was familiar to her, and after a few seconds, she began to forget anything about the time she had spent before. She realised that she was lying in bed, though it was not the bed she knew. She was naked, the silk pressed against her skin. But this was not unusual. Elana slept without panties most of the time, and though usually she wore a shirt, it wasn't unknown for her to forget that too.

So, the bed wasn't unusual.

No, what was unusual was the soft creaking sound. Distant and faint, sometimes close and strong. It sounded like wood put under some sort of strain. At first, Elana ignored it, thinking it merely part of whatever dream she had been having before, but it was too frequent for that. After several minutes, she cracked open an eye, grumbling to herself as she stepped out onto the floor of the bed room she shared with her lover.

Except that she was not there.

For a moment, she froze, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a wooden room, which was the source of the creaking figured out, at least. The room was large and spacious, with a table sat beside the door. The floor was carpeted thickly, and there were large comfortable looking sofas pressed into the walls. Beside them, there was a round window, through which she could not yet peer. A closet sat to the side of her bed, and beside that, a small table upon which there was a breakfast of various foods she liked, and a letter.

Not sure what to do, Elana reached for the letter first, remembering what Amy had said before. Her heart trembled, and a strange sense of excitement filled her as she looked at it.

'Lana

By the time you read this, everything will hopefully be set in motion for our game. Um, I hope you don't think that I went too far, but I knew that you were always sort of a nerd, right? You always liked fantasy stories, and tales of captive princesses in particular. And, since you also liked submission and humiliation, I put two and two together.

I have used the rulebook to rewrite the world to create a fantasy setting where the two of us can play our games. You're the princess here, 'Lana. But, your situation is not a happy one. Your kingdom has recently gone to war with a much more powerful empire, and been beaten. One of the things the empire demanded for peace was the surrender of the princess herself. This is so they can demean her and humiliate her, to make sure she can't become a symbol for rebellion in the future.

Whatever you do next is up to you, 'Lana, but I feel like you might get a kick out of this scenario. I added in some special rules too that I haven't told you about, and some surprises of my own as well.

Hope you enjoy, Amy.

Elana lowered the letter to the table, her heart was beating fast, and she felt dizzy. She couldn't believe how far Amy had gone, but at the same time, the words of the letter were burned into her mind. Her throat felt dry, and her womanhood tingled. She took a deep breathe, and then a second, and a third after that until she felt like she could stand again.

Then, she did exactly that, pushing the blankets off her body and rising to her full height. Her heart was still hammering, but she did her best to ignore it as she walked towards the corner of the room, wherein a full length mirror had been left.

For a moment, Elana looked at herself. The woman she saw looking back at her from the glass was...well, herself. She didn't seem much more princessly. She didn't look more elegant or more refined. She was simply Elana.

She was also absolutely naked, from head to toe. Her skin was pale, and her legs were long. Her body was lithe. She had long hair, which fell to her waist, and it was copper-hued. Accompanying this, she had green eyes, and freckles on her face. Her features were fine, delicate in places, though not what she would personally consider commanding or regal. Elana was not a muscular woman, but she was not out of shape either. Her eyes fell slowly to her chest, where her breasts were already tingling with erotic thoughts of things to come.

Elana's breasts were small. Not so small as to be unrecognisable, she wasn't flat. But she was slightly below average and she knew it. Slowly, Elana brought one hand up, gently cupping herself there, her fingers stroking her engorged areola. The motion sent a sweet shiver racing through her body, but also made one thing even more clear. She had been wrong before. There were changes to her body.

Her piercings were gone.

She blinked as she realised this, they had been part of her for so long that she had nearly forgot they were not of her own body, but it seemed to be the case that they had been removed. During her last use of the rulebook, her previous master had decided to have her pierced, both her breasts and her womanhood. That had actually been how she had met Amy in the first place, since she ran a piercing place. As Amy had worked on her, they had talked, and from that talk had sprung the fruits of their later relationship.

Almost hesitantly, Elana's hand moved to the spot between her legs. Her lower lips were awash with sensation, desire and lust ensuring that she loosed a low hiss as she felt her fingers brush against them. The temptation to start fingering herself here and now was powerful, but she **** herself passed it. Instead, her hands went to where her other piercing should have been, but it was gone as well.

Amy had removed her piercings. Indeed, Elana could already tell that she had made it so she had never even had them in the first place.

The question this raised was, why?