The Days on Board

The next few days were memorable, to say the least. Elana remained in Amy's quarters during the nights. Her hands were bound, and she was made to sit and kneel before her captor. The wooden horse was set prominently in the centre of the room, and she was made to ride it again several more times. Though it was never for as long as the first time. Each day, she was humiliated in a new manner. The first day out on the voyage, she was brought to the upper deck in chains, and then made to pleasure herself right there, in front of the whole crew while they jeered and watched. The harsh wind made her shiver, and her lower lips were already beaded with liquid before she touched herself at all. Elana felt her face grow red, her skin grow hot, the insults and barbs directed at her barely heard beyond a single unified roar of taints and infamy.

Amy, dressed as the captain of the ship, watched as the princess lay back in the deck, spreading her legs so that everyone could see, her trembling hands gently pressed between the lips of her sex, making herself shudder with delight and shame.

With shaking hands, Elana was made to touch herself, complicit in her own ****, she groaned, and moaned, and twisted, revealing to everyone just how aroused she was. She touched herself, and rubbed her body, her fingers splayed across her breasts, her teeth clenched. She entered herself, her fingers eager, diving deeply into her womanhood, her legs turning to jelly, unable to shield her lower body from the prying eyes that merely served to drive her into a higher state of arousal than she had ever felt before.

She was made to climax several times, in front of the whole ship, their eyes silent, but judging. Sneering and leering at her as she did, she felt their disdain lash against her naked skin, seeing her, but not as a person. Just as a thing, a toy, an object to play with and discard. Elana showed them her body, naked in front of them, she made herself gasp, and brought herself to new heights of pleasure. She came, climaxing in font of the whole ship again and again.

After this, her hands and legs were bound by rope, and a raffle was held by the crew. Those who won were able to come up and touch her, their rough hands grasping at her body, pulling, prodding, stroking and teasing. Unfriendly hands spread her thighs, fingers trailed down her neck, moved through her copper hair. Her breasts were the subject of much attention. Lingering touches sent trailing waves of tingles racing through her chest, hardening her nipples to the amusement of the crowd.

Hungry, lustful hands explored her neither regions, roughly forcing aside her labia, and delving into her depths. She did her best to stand, to resist this invasion, but that only made them laugh harder. Others moved around her back, spreading her ass cheeks. She felt something cold and hard **** up her ass, and it made her jut forwards, groaning in dismay.

More hands roamed across her sides, teasing the ticklish skin there. Her hair was pulled and twisted, and she was made to kneel, bowing before the crew that was so abusing her.

All the while, Elana's heart beat fast, hammering in her chest. Heat swept through her body, and her womanhood tingled. Helpless and aroused by it, Elana could only do as she was told, hoping against hope that none of the crew would realise just how she truly felt.

During the nights, she was left to her own devices along with Amy. Her lover would lock the doors to the cabin, and then undo Elana's bindings, letting her slip from the role of the captive princess, even if only for a few hours. The two women would talk and laugh, Elana feeling the stress of the day slip away. It was a strange slice of normality, but she realised it was exactly what she needed. It was so she didn't lose herself, so she didn't forget that this whole thing was actually a game. During these hours, Amy allowed the role of her captor to fall away, and the two were equals once more. At first, it was kind of awkward, but Elana quickly got used to it.

"You know, you can totally wear clothes during the night if you want." Amy said to her, one night. "No one is going to come in and see you."

"You don't know that." Elana protested. "You said this whole thing was semi-random, right?"

"Yeah." Amy nodded. "I didn't want to decide absolutely everything, so I allowed things to play out randomly to an extent. That way, I can be surprised too."

"Well then." Elana said. "We don't know that no one will come in. So it's better if I'm naked. That way, you can say that you were about to punish me for something."

Amy grinned wickedly. "Would you like that, 'Lana? I would have thought only the day would be enough for you..."

Elana flushed brightly.

"I'm just saying is all..." She muttered. "Not trying to...not like I meant anything by it..."

She was suddenly very aware of her own nudity. But only for a moment, Amy dispelled the awkwardness with a laugh and a shake of the head.

"You're really something else, you know? But you know what? That's why I love you."

After that, the two of them slept together on the bed. Amy was gentle, almost tender. Her motions slow and loving, making Elana moan before anything really had happened. The two kissed, and somehow, that part, that connection, was what Elana remembered from the night.

Though, the sex they'd had afterwards was pretty good as well, she had to admit.

And this was her life for the first few days the trip. During the day, she'd be humiliated, during the night, she'd be released and spend time with Amy. They didn't always have sex. Sometimes, they spoke, or played games, or did anything else that caught their fancy.

Then, one night, Amy had this to say to her.

"I have gotta warn you, 'Lana, we're getting close to the homeland now."

Elana felt a spike of arousal shot through her core, but tried to couch her words as she looked towards her lover. Amy's eyes were sparkling to match her own, the look making her stomach churn. She felt a grin pulling at the corner of her mouth.

"Really?" She said. "I suppose things will get intense then, huh?"

She did her best to make it sound casual, like the very concept wasn't making her all warm and wet. Amy could tell right away that it was, though. That was one of the reasons they were so good together.

"Probably." Amy said. "I'm going to be honest with you, 'Lana. Like I said, there's a semi random element to this whole thing. I made it that way myself, so that I wouldn't know everything ahead of time. The closer we get, the more it comes into play, you get me?"

"You're saying you're not too sure what will happen?" Elana said.

"Yeah." For once, Amy's face was serious. "Obviously, you're not going to be hurt too badly, or anything like that... I made rules about that sort of thing. But I can't really say for sure exactly how they'll choose to embarrass or humiliate you. And also... well, I'm only the captain of the ship, a rising hero of the empire, and daughter of some duke or other. Most likely, there will be people who outrank me there."

Elana swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.

"So essentially, you're not going to be in charge of what they do to me?"

"Sorry, but no." Amy nodded. "When I wrote it, I thought it might be a fun thing to do, you know? But that's why I am telling you all of this now. If you wanna stop this, or change it, well, we can do that. But this will probably be your last chance for a while. If you don't do it now, I'll watch over you as best I can, but I don't know if I'll be able to intervene very easily. You could be on your own."

Elana felt panic whip through her. Her heart accelerated, and her spin started to spin. Her lover's words had the ring of a ponderous weight, and she didn't quite know what to do at first. She **** herself calm, modulating her breathing, she let her senses wander, a way to distract herself as she considered the problem in the back of her mind.

The rising and lowering of the ship on the waves was subtle, but she could feel it through the soles of her feet. The faint tremble of motion was impossible t miss. She was naked, and her bare skin was slightly raised due to the cold. Her copper hair spilled down around her back. Within, she was in turmoil. Her thoughts spinning around in circles. Fear, anxiety, excitement... So far, she had done more than she had ever thought, and she didn't want the ride to end. She'd been enjoying herself, it had all felt so very real! But at the same time, all along, she'd known that Amy was there beside her. That nothing could really go wrong.

Was she ready to have that safety blanket removed?

At the same time, though, did she really want all of this to end now? Looking back on it, she'd been shamed, humiliated, mocked and leered at. Made to toy with herself in front of a crowd of sailors, she'd been put on a wooden horse, and driven to the very edges of her limits, **** to endure both pleasure and pain alike. It was a side of her that she had never really truly explored before, and she half feared that if she stopped now, she'd never do it again. She felt torn, conflicted in a major way.

"I tell you what." Amy said. "I'll give you a day to think it over. Tomorrow, the crew has something special planned for you. They want to make the most of their last chance to humiliate the pure, virginal princess. I imagine it won't be unlike what will be waiting for you back in the capital."

"That sounds..." Elana trailed off. What was she supposed to say to that? Wonderful? Terrible? Both? "You're going to oversee it, right?"

"Yeah." Amy said. "But I think I am going to let the others have their fun with you for most of the time. That way, you know what you're getting into. I'll let you have tomorrow, and then, if you want to, we can call this whole thing off. If not, you at least know what to expect. Sound good?"

"Y-yeah." Elana said, with mounting trepidation. "Sounds good."