Thread: Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

Varisanna groaned weakly as the leather of the mean tool was forced betewwn her damp lower lips and well inside her. It felt awfully close to the size of a big, full man in there and it made her thighs shift against the holding stone every few seconds. I must look like a nasty brothel girl except for these ropes, she thought weakly, gulping at the court witch pulled low to the stone. Something more was happening there The princess could barely make out the beginnings of more shapes in the stone across from her, but the crowd watching from Riannas sides was showing enough surprise that the princess knew she wasnt imagining things. Another set of stone hands lifted itself out of the platform under the blonde woman, this one facing back toward the witchs body. These were bigger and wider than the others, with long, almost chubby fingers that dripped slightly of still-liquid clay or rock. They soon found the bent womans breasts and gathered themselves tightly around them Within moments they had taken hold and began to slowly, leisurely but insistently squeeze and crush the perky big globes. The princess eyes widened as the tops of the fingers made their way almost up to their base, clutching and manipulating the sensitive flesh in long, slow pulses and small turns almost like a beating heart. The evil witch seemed less impressed by that addition, barely sparing the new motions of her captive a satisfied smirk. She was already turning to attend to other business, focusing her attention toward the floor not far away. With the new colors, the floor had taken on a rather more irregular and jagged pattern, and from this it appeared simple to raise yet more stone. Or so the princess assumed as a pillar started to rise straight out of a certain patch in the floor, lifting itself up until it was taller than even the captives had been sitting up. It was more of a simple spire, tapered off at the top into a point and with a flattish edge facing them. Yet it wasnt stone, or at least not the sort she had imagined. The near face gleamed with a cold darkness similar to the frame of their platforms, but it also sparkled randomly in the moving lights with flecks of something bright. Perhaps it might be a strange form of crystal? Again, there were only long moments to think, half broken by the sensations of the mean leather stuffed inside her sex. Then, the surface of the spire was suddenly washed by a sort of wave beneath the witchs sweeping fingers and an image formed. The princess screamed weakly, and winced with grit as she felt the movement in her constrained position make the evil object inside her twist about. She was becoming damper again from that thing, and it only made her blush harder at what she saw. Which was already plenty to be red in the face about, had she not been in this position. In the crystal surface, she saw her mother, the queen. She was in no better of a state. In fact, it appeared if anything unspeakably worse. She could make out little beyond her torso, but the image was terrible enough. The queen was a tall woman, slightly more statuesque than her lithe daughter, a fraction bulkier with age but a touch more fair-skinned. Now, she was obviously doubled back and sitting atop something or might it be someone? The onlookers could just make out the base of a large greenish-purple member under her under her where it was buried in her sex from behind, and continuing to thrust up into her as she bounced backward over its hidden owner. The princess gaped in horror as her mind tried to guess automatically from what little she knew --- might It be goblin, hobgoblin, perhaps even some mix of lizard?? But for all she knew, it could easily be something worse that she cared not to guess at? Varisanna had no idea whether she even knew all of the species that made up this army, let alone whatever the strange witch might have call upon. Yet whatever it was, it clearly had been loosed upon her mothers body for some time already. The princess whimpered as she heard the queen moaning and squealing under the continual exploitation. The womans eyes were mostly rolled back along with her head and bent torso, her mouth wide and sounds hoarse from the time spent this way and more. Her imposing bust was supported by an ivory shoulder corset of the open vest kind she normally wore, but now there was nothing else no inner bustier or lace finery remaining to conceal her globes. And those globes had obviously seen other attentions as well, for they were red and slightly swollen with the marks of many cruel grips and smacks. Thus defaced, they bounced in long-suffering rhythm atop the bent figure, perhaps with arms restrained somewhere back out of sight to the sides. The queen moaned louder and quivered, head rolling wider and hips straining forward in another of how many untold bursts of forced excitement. For a long moment, she simply rocked onward at the beck of whatever creature filling her with her eyes almost closed, and finally they drifted open She blinked, half-aware, then started weakly and murmured, Variss..?! with a pained gaze outward. At which, the captor only found its vigor again and redoubled its thrusts into her, making her lean back hard yet again and cry out. Varisss. The queen tried again weakly. Nooooo, not you. Let her Uuuaaaaahhh! Noooo, the princess sobbed as her mothers pleas faded into another rush of cries and moans before her eyes. Gods, stop it. Stoppp. Her face tightened in frustration. The witch actually leaned a forearm casually along the top of the spire and half leaned into it, as if relaxing beside a prized horse. Oh do you ask something of me, pussy drinking wench? You had best not deny anything if you might want something in return. After all, your position is exactly what I make it. Hers, too of course. The witch waved her idle arm forward casually, and the handles planted within the two women pushed in deeper, twisting and even stretching slightly against all expectation. The hanging tails bounced and brushed their lips and thighs slightly, before the unshakeable gazes and hungry, appraising murmurs of the audience. The evil witch went on, Well, I wouldnt wish to destroy your lovely mothers health in just one evening. Oh, what is that look? Wondering about your father and brother are you? Tsssk, of course they are here too. Perhaps Ill let you see them soon as well. Im not sure you are ready. They are men, after all, and they are well enough, but also learning their places! Now, now. You wanted something in regard to mother dearest? She might use a little rest. That is, should her little vixen ask nicely to serve. You have but to say the word, and she rests this night. You were saying, Please use my body now, was it princess? Or no? Shall we watch him bring her again? I imagine this one alone has been four or five times by now. The lieutenants of that tribe take to every little task in hard bursts, if you hadnt noticed and she is no exception. The womans deep, dark eyes regarded the captives cooly, a lazy smirk barely gloating as she leaned easily beside the sight of the queens endless ravishment. Varisanna gaped wider, weaker although a moment earlier she would not have thought such possible. She could not help biting her lip as she shared another long, pained look with Rianna. Scattered tears began to slip down her cheeks again. No princess would ask for such debasement It was practically the opposite of what princesses were supposed to be for their people, sure and graceful and above all things like that! And yet, who would not wish to save their mother from such long and thorough abuse? At the same time, she was afraid that she might suffer much the same fate immediately, or soon, were she to give the conqueror the satisfaction of uttering such foul words before this audience. What could she do?! The image kept playing out in the crystal slab, the queen bent back barely conscious and head still rolling as she was taken on and on by the same unseen, monstrous figure beyond. If I say nothing, will it change anything here anyway? We are stuffed prizes already and what would she do next?! Varisanna grimaced at the awful predicament. The huge hands were still kneading and clutching at Riannas breasts, almost brushing the surface of the platform as they already were. The princess shed a bigger tear, and opened her mouth to amuse her captor and hopefully at least remove the terrible, if glaringly provocative image of her mothers ongoing rape