Riding A Wooden Horse

Riding the Wooden Horse soon proved to be unlike anything else she had ever done. Oh, sure, Elana had watched porn of it being used on some poor actress or other. She'd fantasised about what it would be like, the way it would spread her lower lips, forcing itself onto her, and then into her, invading her mound, and making it so she could do nothing but sit and endure the violation of her body. She'd thought about it plenty of times, and touched herself to those thoughts as well. She had imagined what it would be like to have her legs **** open by the slant of the wood, her hands tied or chained, unable to shield herself. The feeling of it inside of her, making her wet and needing, even as it pressured her constantly, forcing her to the very edge of her endurance.

Now, she was living that thought, and her fantasies seemed pale phantasms indeed compared to the reality of the situation.

Elana had been in place for several hours now, ever since she had spoken with Amy, and decided to carry on in their game. That choice was made with a certain amount of wariness, since things had already come so far, but ultimately, trust in her partner paired with her own desire to seek new sensations won her over. After that, Amy had donned her armour again, holding the voice changing helmet in her hands as she gazed at Elana one final time with her own eyes.

Then, she had put on the helmet, and the game had continued. Elana had become once more the captive princess, humiliated and degraded, and Amy was her captor and tormentor.

Ever since then, Elana had been left hanging here, the triangular board primly placed between her legs, the edge of it slowly spreading her labia further and further apart. As the hours had passed, Elana had come to know the device well indeed. It used her own weight, pressing her body down into a single point, focused between her legs. This drove the straight edge into her gradually, making her squirm and moan more and more as her endurance started to run low. Pain and pleasure both bloomed between her legs, and she was blinking way tears from the corners of her eyes. The weight of her body was pressing down on some of the most sensitive parts of her anatomy, and the wood was hard and unyielding. She could already feel herself bruising, and this discomfort simply made her wiggle, which in turn, brought more of her weight down in a dreadful cycle which ensured that her own attempts to escape the growing torment merely ensured it would be all the worse.

The worst part was the stimulation of her clitoris. She she'd noted before, Amy had had her placed in a specific way, so that the length of wood was pressed up against her bud, gradually becoming more and more forceful as her body weight pulled down on it. Initially, it had been possible to ignore, but now, her clit was a pulsing mass of sensation. The wood pressed into it without remorse or mercy, and the pain from this was one of the most intense things she had ever felt. But, at the same time, it only managed to drive in her absolute helplessness, which filled her with aching arousal. Her juices were already dripping down the angled sides of the wooden horse, and her breasts were on fire with desire and erotic delight. She was breathing hard, her back was arched, her hands chained behind her. It felt like a fire had been lit between her legs, but she didn't know if it was a good one or a bad one. Pain and pleasure pulsed, and joined, becoming impossible to tell apart. Her clitoris ached and screamed at the punishment it was taking, her womanhood was in a constant state of turmoil.

Never in her life had she felt anything like this. Not when she had touched herself, not when she had been with Amy, not even the last time she'd used the rulebook. It was as though she had been reduced to a thing of simple sensations. With her hands bound, and her legs tied, the only thing she could really do was to squirm and wiggle, enduring the mounting pleasure and pain.

Eventually, the imperials returned. At that point, she didn't know how long it had been. Elana was sitting in a haze as she heard the door open, her eyes focused, blinking back tears, and the door swung forth. Amy came next, followed by several soldiers. Elana's heart skipped a beat as she saw her lover, but she knew not to break the cover.

"Show her what she looks like now." Amy said, gesturing for the soldiers to bring a mirror round for her to see. Elana saw herself reflected there, though it was an aspect of her that had never been so stark before Her skin was slick with sweat, her body glinting in the light of the room. Her legs and arms were bound tightly, the chains curled closely about her skin. Her long, copper hair hung loosely down her back, her writhing having made a mess of it. Her lower body was a mess, her legs were forcibly spread by the wooden horse, and she could see her own cum leaking down the sides of it, her clit was throbbed at the sight. Her chest was rising and falling, her face was pale, her eyes marred by tears. She was gasping and moaning, every small motion of her body sending jolting currents flowing through her pussy.

"Princess, eh?" Amy said. "It seems you quite like your new place, Elana. I wonder what your people would say if they saw you now?"

"Hah..." Elana tried to gather her breathe, to focus her mind to speak. She fought back the rolling current that came from her womanhood, she gathered her willpower, and **** her mind and body to work as one. "I...I'm not...I'm not broken..."

"Is that so?" Her lover commented. Before the other soldiers, Amy walked closer. Her step was stern and fierce, nothing like the loving approach she had made before, when they were alone. One of her armoured hands moved to Elana's folds, brushing them softly. The shocking contact made her whine in the back of her throat. Her sensitive lower body was a mass of pain and tenderness, even the most gentle touch was almost an agony.

"Your mind may be unbroken." Amy said. "But your body isn't quite so lucky. Tell me, would you like to stay here for another hour? Another day? We're scheduled to get back home by the end of the week, but I could leave you like this for all of that time. If you want."

Elana's mind went blank at that thought. Everything she'd felt so far, everything that had happened had been done in only a few hours. Even though they were some of the most intense hours she had ever felt. Days? The rest of the week? She couldn't do that! She would die!

Amy must have read her face, or else been expecting that expression. Either way, she gave a laugh.

"Get her down from there. I think she's had enough for now."

With humiliating gratitude, Elana felt her chains being undone. Her arms ached, and her legs felt like they were on fire. Her feet shook, barely able to support her weight as the crank was turned again, and the wooden horse lowered, allowing her to stand properly. She gasped, not caring for a moment that she was totally exposed. The last several hours burned in her mind, and she could barely carry her own weight.

Her lower body, her pussy, was a throbbing ache which she could not ignore. Gingerly, Elana explored herself with one finger, ignoring the other people in the room. The results were not good. Even the softest touch made her wince and moan. Just touching herself was now a form of ****.

"Did you enjoy your first period of training, princess?" Amy asked her. "There will be many others, but I trust this one made the first point quite clear. We control you now. Your pain and your pleasure both. If we wanted, we could fuck you right now, with your pussy in that state."

Elana felt her heart beat fast, imagined herself being bent over and fucked like this, the thoughts made her wince and pale, the intrusion would surely be far more severe than merely one finger, and that had made her pause on its own! Amy wouldn't do that, would she?

"So long as you understand that, the first lesson is a success." Amy went on. "Now, the second lesson."

She reached down and pulled something from her belt, a corked vial of a sort that Elana had never felt before. "Lie down and spread your legs for me, Princess."

Elana glared at her, but only weakly. She was exhausted and pushed to her very limit. She half collapsed and half lowered herself to the ground. Her fingers slowly went to her womanhood, and once more, she felt the fiery darts of pain as her probing digits touched her lower lips, she grit her teeth, hooking them and drawing them back to fully expose herself to Amy and the soldiers.

Amy uncorked the bottle and casually tipped it, the liquid sparkled for a moment before it struck her right between the legs. It felt warm and tingly, and for a moment Elana lay there in shock. Then, suddenly, she jerked, a feeling of intense heat building between her legs. She gasped, a groan tore its way from her throat. Pain faded quickly, but the heat remained, spreading now through her core, and up her spine, flowing through her body in a way that made her twitch and gasp.

"The water will heal you." Amy commented. "Not that you were too badly hurt in the first place. Just bruised. But it would have taken you a while to recover properly, and we don't want that. You work to our schedules now."