Thread: Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

Gods, what are they She mouthed about the stone hands weakly toward the struggling Rianna... But the guards were stepping back and another, real sound filled that place that the lump in her throat might have once meant to. It was an awful screeching and scraping, making many of the courtiers cower and press palms to their ears. Another, much heavier stone thing was sliding toward them between the lines of audience ahead, who had been guided further apart by the guards. The princess turned to see a throne not even the one that had previously graced the back of this hall, but a taller, twisted black and silvery thing that seemed to be a dizzying creation of stone, bone, and crystals that might almost pass for silver plus smaller dark jewels peppered throughout. Like the platform she now sat upon, the princess eyes could not entirely understand the throne. But as it chafed and skidded to the edge of the circle with the captives, she soon found herself following every motion of its occupant. The princess did not know anyone quite the likes of her, though everything about her shouted power and everything about this yet again screamed magic. The woman who stood from the throne was an unusual mix of tall, full figure and chiseled bony edges somewhere between a little bear and a panther, the princess couldnt help imagining as she strode forward in the dancing lights. Her thick hair was well into black and her skin was a deeper, rather ocean or desert touched shade of brown, both more uniform and more severe than the milky caramel of the princess. Long, slowly curled black eyes suggested a longer mix of peoples blending across great distances, but somewhere that a princess of these parts had never heard serious tales of no, some parts much darker and known more to esoteric risky travelers and the occasional risky pirate. Of course it would be one with terrible magic, Varisanna almost sniffed in indignation But she couldnt help glancing continually down at the lines of dark stones set in the waist corset that sat easily tailored just around the womans belly. An almost relaxed wrap top half revealed substantial cleavage beneath its loose ties above, while today a fluted open cape with stretches of leather siding topped the rest and filled some space before the fit thighs came to the tops of the long boots. The dark eyes were chilly but supremely confident, and soon enough she could see that they were also edged with that air of amusement, the same awful one no doubt that had invaded her head and tormented her with that awful voice. But this conqueror witch was not dealing in such magic this moment. She had something much more primal at hand, as well. Her arms came out from just behind the lines of her fancy armored fringe cape, and they were holding two flogging rods. They were an odd pair. One almost all black leather with a smattering of deep black studs of set among the many tails The other was chrome and a dirty silver, but with tails all of fine, mostly flexible but definitely harder chain. She let them half dangle before her for the last few, hovering steps around the two captives, her forearms already tensed as she took them in a moment in person. She watched the sorceress prying with her fingers around the jeweled collar she had attached, and for just a moment her eyes narrowed. There was a very faint pause then, as if she might be muttering a word or two could even that be magic?, but no sound to hear. Yet if there was any chance of removing the evil thing with mere fingers, the princess couldnt see enough worry in those eyes to tell. The rather impassive big lips soon curled into a mean and anticipating smile, and the dark witch said, So, the royal daughter and the little wood witch have returned to entertain the court. Some of you have seen already how they draw a following in the streets! She cackled for a moment without lowering her implements from their almost horizontal grip before her thighs. At the rumble of little jeers and sniffs from the nearby audience, Varisanna could only glare and sit straighter while trying to contain her shaking and the awful embarrassment. She wanted to shout at her in protest at this terrible abuse, but she felt the pull of the ropes close around her exposed body and still felt steeped in the taste and sensation of being pressed to Riannas body and sex. She sat straight as she could manage with her calves pulled so wide, but amidst this evil attention her tongue would not work. She winced uneasily, facing Rianna and trying not to bow her chin too far. Again, tears began to slip in ones and twos along her cheeks. She barely felt parts of the rope harness around her skin moving, unwinding, baring very large swaths of her body without completely leaving the corners. Her mind was full of bitterness and defeat, being put on display like this in the streets and yet again here in her own familys court. Then the witch raised her arms first slightly, then into a flurry. She brought the black leather tails across in a tight sweep, catching Varisannas ass once in a solid wash of many nipping stings. The princess leaned forward and then arched her back more from the burst of force and pain, a yelp of shock only partly escaping her. Her head stretched back too, her eyes going up as she felt the darts of pain shifting into her flesh even afterward. The room erupted in a distant roar around her, muffled behind the pain but she could vaguely hear and glimpse courtiers stirring, guards murmuring appreciatively in distant deep voices Those closer to the front, however, mosty stared harder in silence. They were simply taking it all in, with no wish to speak so close to the prancing and swinging leader having the first of her moments with these trophies. The leather came down to hit her other rear cheek, a little harder but still with that firm solidness that pressed the sensation just under her soft skin. Then there were a few harder swipes, this time falling down on her upper back. She distantly realized that the occasional studs among the leather must be an odd mix of things some dense leather braids, some tiny round stones wrapped in fabric, some even the faintest pieces of hard, polished gems. They caught and bit for the shortest of moments between the many flying, smacking tails. Almost instantly Varisanna dropped forward, palms finding the cool stone surface, screaming at the sudden burst of feeling as well as the building pain. The second set of stone hands clutched her wrists and forearms, holding them down and apart like her legs, but her eyes tensed like her whole torso and she remained bent up anticipating the hits. There was a moment of silence, as sudden as it had started and then one long, harder stretch of hits that bounced out along the right top of her back. She screamed harder and coughed for breath after. Her back burned and cracked softly There was no doubting what that was, though she could not see it. The chains. The black-haired witch stepped to the other side. It was so easy, with the two women facing each other just before her. She gave Rianna a little shake of her head, raising an eyebrow as if to hint, You dont really think that is going to come off like that, now do you?! She stepped a little further to the side, ignoring all protests, and brought the leather down on Rianna as well. She gave this one rather more attention, letting the tails swing into her flesh with less pause and taking several more swings. She let the chain one dangle in the air out to Riannas side, the metal tails clinking, before drawing it back and beginning to swing the chains into the womans freshly reddened skin. She barely restrained herself with the leather, allowing it to flail down firm and quick and even wrap slightly, like additional darts at the trimmer sides of her captive. When she alternated in the chains, she swung more deliberately but allowed Rianna to feel a good dose of force and malice nonetheless, punching across at the last moment with hard lingering swipes that made the tails bounce and dig. It was not an efficient way to swing, so much as a sure way to send a harsh message with even a few solid bursts of the tool. She had every intention of continuing thus for the short but rewarding stretch, be it moments or minutes, before the second captive too should come to all fours. The princess was still trying to find her breath, but her eyes gaped almost as badly as those at the front of the crowd, her lips stretching long and fearful as she watched the flurry of the punishing greetings close in front of her.