Thread: Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

Varisanna gulped harder and began to crane back as best she could away from the woman quickly getting closer. She tried to nod bravely but her shaken face betrayed her utter shock at the situation. Shed barely had time to spy the odd stones on the witchs neck in that awful inverted position. But raising her chin again, the princess confirmed an odd feeling shed only begun to notice before. Her own neck bore something new, also It felt stony and wiry at once, like the hardest rhinestones and crystals set in a fitted chrome cage? The cold, clingy feeling stretched across the middle of her throat above and below, and as she tried to buck her head some inches away it did more than the pinching ropes. It positively warmed and hummed. The tiered steps of metal collar, as it surely must be some sort of, warmed with a sudden power. And then there was the jolt. A shock leapt through the princess body like a tiny run of lightning, nipping at the ends almost immediately and lingering for long grinding seconds where the many ropes gripped her sensitive flesh. She twisted more, but without focus as she trembled at the harsh sensation rolling in her tendons and beneath patches of skin. The pain faded again quickly, but it left moments more of dull throb, leaving her fearful it might not be finished. Her body remained tense and anxious at once, prickly and also made alert by the tension. Another womans voice was in her head, ethereal as if it might be almost on her shoulders but echoing softly after from somewhere inside. She wondered if she might have heard that voice once or twice at court, but couldnt immediately place it. Oh no, the distant witch was saying it had to be a witch, didnt it, or some sort of evil practitioner she couldnt place. You wont turn away, princess. Dont you love her body? Of course you do. Everyones going to see how very much you do. Such a pretty feast dont you agree? The princess was almost immediately over the court witch, as they all informally called her. She had rarely been so close to her, and indeed most would keep several steps away out of an abundance of caution about magic and prophecy. She was surely fit, but it was doubly unnerving to see the precise lines of her thighs and belly in this terrible position. Varisanna had long been told to attend to slight murmurs and turns of emotion at court, yet now she struggled to shut out the sounds of both mocking invaders and a multitude of shocked or amazed cityfolk and lesser nobles beside the street. She felt herself flushing harder as she found her breasts pressing to the other womans belly, and both their bodies beginning to rock up and down in a little dance on the ropes, brushing mostly together and slightly apart only to bump at other points again. The murmurs of the onlookers became increasingly excited, and she found herself struggling weakly to ignore the sensations of pressing so close to Rianna, and the tight ropes also rubbing and catching lightly between them. Varisanna started to tug away again automatically, only to feel the rush of shocks again from her chin down to her one standing leg. She could feel them catch for a long moment in the rope knots hugging between her thighs, and those layered close under her breasts. She could hear touches of them leaping to the other womans body and skipping and fading into the wood around them. She knew she herself was still groaning and yelping, but she could barely hear it over the voices around them and then, that voice again in her head Liiiiiick her, princess. Lovvve her. You two should get acquainted. Maybe youll get to keep doing it! The witch, wherever she actually was, was laughing, cackling even. But the big collar thing was sizzling, and it all hurt The princess found her neck slipping lower with the pull of the eager, shifting ropes. Her lips were closer and closer to Riannas readily available sex. The ropes pressing at her own nethers were slowly but definitely loosening before the breaths from Riannas dangling mouth. She could feel them sliding, making way ever so slightly. So definitely. The princess shed silent tears as her own tongue reached out and as the evil voice seemed to fill her head more and more, demanding, threatening. Her tongue stretched down to the top of Riannas nether lips and slipped up, jolted into the folds faster with the encouragement of the ropes around them. She blushed furiously, knowing without the voices torments how the two of them must look. She shivered into the other womans bound body, tasting her, hearing that voice demand faster!, body rubbing her and licking harder out of fear and gravity.