Elana is Teased, First Gently...

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

Elana felt the heat rising to her face at those words. Her skin flushed red, and she swallowed nervously. The metal cuffs around her arms and legs bit into her skin, cold against her naked flesh. She gently moved, easing from one foot to another. Each time she did so, the princess felt the beads rubbing against her lower body, sliding between her lips, and teasing her with their presence,. They were hard and cold, tiny little balls of toughness pressed against and within her womanhood. Turning and moving as she did, making her pay for each and every motion. Her legs already felt weak, her knees shaking and her body pale.

The man watched her with obvious amusement, his eyes sparkled, tracing the line of her naked body, following the curve of her supple leg, the sight of her chest, her nipples clearly aroused. He looked at the sway of her hips as she moved back and forth, from one foot to the next. He looked at her, seeing her, but not seeing her. Instead, he was seeing a thing, a toy, a pet to be used for his own gratification. Elana could see in his eyes, the way he looked at her body, but not her face. The way he talked to her, the way he seemed to want to own her.

Her heart was thumping, the clasps of metal constrained her, made her feel open and exposed. The hold was full of lusty men, but in that moment, only he and she seemed to exist.

He stepped closer, her skin tingled, but he came closer still. Until they were face to face, the heat of his body radiating into her own, his breathe dancing across her face. She looked for something to say, but could find nothing. In this place, at this time, the momentum was all his. He looked at her, and she looked at him, her breath caught in her throat.

"What shall we make you do, my little princess?" He said, his hands rising, stroking her chin almost delicately. "What shall we do to make you squirm and moan? We could fuck you, of course, and many of us here would like just that."

A ragged cheer erupted from the crowd.

"But I don't think that would be personal enough. I don't think it would really matter to you. Not in the same way as something more... intimate. I think it would be a better idea to make you accept yourself. The part of you that wants all of this. After all, that's why you agreed so readily to our demands, wasn't it? That's why you're here with us in the first place. Because you knew something like this might happen, and it excited you. You wanted to be the victim, the captured princess, chained and defiled. All your life, you've waited for a chance like this."

He turned away suddenly, taking a few steps back towards the ground.

"Your people say that we kidnapped you, enslaved you, ruined you... but the two of us will know better, won't we? We saved you from a life of boring royalty an existence that you dreaded, and wished with all your heart had fallen to someone else. Now, with us, you can at last show your true self. The woman, not the pure as snow princess. The one who wants nothing more than to be used."

"You think so, do you?" Elana managed, her breathing was ragged. The man's words had touched her somewhere deep, that he had gotten so close, and yet didn't know the truth... She put on a brave face, summoning forth her defiance. "You've got a lot of imagination, you know? If this marauding **** thing doesn't work out, you should write stories. You're pretty good at it. But I am afraid they have little resemblance to reality. The truth is, I'm here to save my people. Nothing more, and nothing less. So go ahead and do what you want to do, it won't change that."

"Quick mouth, good answer." The man said, turning to face her again. "Almost seemed prepared But we will see. Let's start the process, shall we?"

He gestured, and something else was moved forwards. It was a barrel, and three men were required to push it, It seemed heavy, they were struggling quite a bit. But inch by inch, they brought it to the centre of the hold, beside her. Then, the man, her tormentor, reached for it, forcing open the top to reveal that it was full of oil.

"It's an easy start." He said slowly. "We're going to loosen you up a bit, my princess. Make you ready for the harder things that will come later. A massage to relax your muscles, do try to enjoy it."

As he spoke, several of the crew moved forwards, dipping their hands into the oil and grinning at her. Elana felt her hearty rate spike, and leaned away from the crew. But her chains rattled and clanked, and held her fast once she could go no further. The crew surrounded her, there were four of them, three men and a woman with short blond hair and blue eyes. Elana tensed, but she could do nothing to resist as they started to massage her body.

How to describe that experience? Well, it was hard. She'd expected them to go instantly for her chest, or her pussy, but they did not. Instead, they started around her back and her shoulders, her sides and her legs. Their hands were soft, gentle, but demanding. The oil they used made her skin tingle, and carried with it a sense of warmth that was hard to ignore. Their fingers were probing, moving, tracing her body, leaving a glistening trail of oil that softened her skin and made her squirm. She gasped, clenching her fingers against the feeling, but it was no use. They were relentless. One of the men was rubbing her shoulders, his fingers were strong and firm, gently massaging her skin, forcing the tension out of her joins almost against her will. She threw her head back, another man was working on her sides, his touch was erotic, tantalising, spreading heat through her body and making her squirm against her chains.

The third man was working on her abdomen, stroking her skin with long, slow motions that made her shiver. He started small with each stroke, but built a sort of gentle momentum, battering down her defences as he **** her to feel the closeness of his presence, and the eroticism of his actions. He touched her, and kept touching her, moving slowly upwards leaving a trail of oil. Elana could feel her body becoming more sensitive now, whether due to her growing arousal or the effect of the oil, she could not say. All she knew was that it was just so much. Feeling the hands of her tormentors roaming across her skin. Perhaps it would have been better if they were rough. Better if they had grabbed and squeezed, made her squeal and beg. Maybe it would have been better then. But this? This was insidious, their touch was gentle, but overwhelming. It got around her defences, it got over her self-control. It was a constant tempo, a thing she could not ignore. Each touch, each stroke, each probing, sweeping gesture, built her arousal, making her feel hotter and hotter. And also, each moment that passed saw them moving closer and closer to her delicate areas.

The oil made it worse. It clung to her,warmed her, made her tingle. But it also changed the feeling of contact, making it so the hands seemed to glide over her, their fingers stroking and teasing without friction. Her nerve endings were cranked up as high as they could go, and each touch burned through her being, making her mouth go dry, and her hands clench into fists. Elana muttered to herself, trying to find some core of resistance, but it was so very hard. They were all over her, touching her, stroking her, teasing her. Making her want them, her body cried out for contact, the erotic touch sent jolts of lust flowing through her body, and made her pussy clench. She bit down hard to keep from moaning as the blond haired woman ran her hands up and down Elana's long legs. The motion felt almost electrical, her eyes closed, and she arched her back, trying desperately not to enjoy it.

Then, they got to her breasts.

Elana jumped as she felt the first man grip her bust. Gently, but firmly, he started to massage her, spreading the oil across her front, and making her gasp. Her breasts burned in a not unpleasant manner, her arousal having primed them for such contact. Fingers swept over her wanting flesh, raising goosebumps in their wake, gripping her nipples, and making them hard. The weights she was still being **** to wear pulled at her breasts, making her wince and cry out in pain, but no one noticed, or more likely, no one cared. They touched and stroked, they clasped and ran fingers over her bare flesh. They tweaked her nipples, making her mouth go dry, and they stroked her bare breasts, finding every inch of sensitivity and exploiting it ruthlessly. She felt her legs buck, her knees going weak. The chains were half supporting her weight by now, and she could feel a fire raging inside her, her womanhood had become engorged, her flower opening, moisture dripped between her legs, mixing with the oil with which she had been coated.

Now, the blond haired woman got in on the action. Elana whimpered, feeling her hands moving up and up, sweeping over her thighs, and moving towards her womanhood. The men were skilled enough in their own way, it was true. But they were clumsy indeed compared to the woman. She moved with grace and skill, her motion just fast enough that Elana could not prepare for it, yet slow enough that she could anticipate it. With scattered thoughts, Elana wondered if she had had this done to her once.

Gradually, with no sense of haste, Elana felt the other woman's hands move up the underside of her thighs, her fingers gently digging into Elana's flesh. By now, Elana's pussy was throbbing, begging for attention that she knew would not be denied to it. Even as her chest was massaged, her breasts rubbed, her nipples teased, Elana couldn't bare to wait for what was about to happen to her womanhood. Her skin tingled with anticipation, she was already so wet there, already so moist. But it didn't matter. The other woman was not going to make this fast. Her hands gently rubbed against the exterior of Elana's pussy, almost cupping her mound, spreading the oil over her naked skin. Elana threw her head back, feeling the affects of the oil against her most sensitive place. The woman started to rub her then, directly and slightly forcefully. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to create friction, to make Elana squirm. She felt her lower lips pressed together, her nerves on fire, desire surged forth with each touch, sparking and hissing, and making her heart pound with such ****.

Slowly, the woman's touch started to grow more and more intense, her motions becoming more and more intimate. Elana felt her hands roaming, not only touching her mound, but also the area around it, touching and teasing her in unexpected places. At the same time, someone else had started to slowly rub her neck, the feeling of their hands gliding up and down, over the oil, was sensual, hard to ignore. Someone else was still playing with her chest, and a third someone had taken over the job of her legs, their hands rubbing and stroking her. She felt invaded, assailed from all sides, and with nowhere to turn. Her whole body was on fire, her skin was burning with lust, and she couldn't do anything about it. She was helpless, a prisoner in her own skin.

Elana jumped suddenly, the woman's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along the parting of her lower lips, the oil seeped into her womanhood, and Elana gagged, a hard-won moan escaping from between her lips. Her pussy trembled as she felt the woman slowly pry apart her labia, her fingers teasing, seeking, probing. Elana's eyes rolled back as she felt one longer finger slowly enter her body, her thighs clenched, her pussy gripped at it hungrily, making her go red in the face with the shame of it all. Laughing to herself, the blond-haired woman continued to slowly insert her fingers, inch by inch, gradually, so all Elana could do was squirm as she felt herself being filled up.

Then, she started to pleasure her with them. Elana groaned, her nerves on fire, her whole body caught up in the motion as the woman's fingers entered her, the friction of them making her twitch, tearing a long, low moan from her mouth. She threw back her head, her eyes wide, her body a mass of sensations she could hardly contain. Her mouth opened, but she said nothing. Her lower body quivered, her pussy was brimming with the feeling, the friction, the pleasure which threatened to swamp her mind and drive her mad. Elana came closer and closer to the edge, all logical thought torn away from her, her body was no longer her own, a pulsing, overwhelming sense of ecstasy overtook her, swamping her mind, her thoughts, and her emotions and crushing them all, leaving her a tangled mass of sensation, a battered mind adrift in a hurricane of pleasure which allowed her no chance to stop and think.

She climaxed suddenly, but with explosive ****. Her whole body convulsed, her skin shaking, her muscles constricting. She cried out, no way to hide the **** of her orgasm, her whole body swelled with pleasure, spiking and spiking, more than she had ever felt before. Elana came harder, and with more pleasure, than she ever had in her life beyond this point, her body shuddered, and her pussy screaming, her nerves on fire, ecstasy sweeping through her very soul. She felt a building **** between her legs, a tightness that she had almost never felt before. It grew and grew, doubling and then tripling before it quite suddenly released itself, Elana gasped, squirting all over the ground as she fell to her knees, her trembling body finally overwhelmed by the throes of her orgasm.