Thread: Despoiled at Court (AlluringEnigma x jennica enslaved)

The procession had used a very wide street, and only the size of the crowds part herded, part simply curious had made the route seem even longer. In fact, it was fairly short from the perspective of the palace, which they were now returning toward with some haste. The whip drivers put the courtiers pulling the vehicle to a great deal of effort moving it along up the state approach. Most could not say precisely what was inspiring them to step up the pace, but one like Rianna might have supposed there was something in the air. It was almost as if a great cloud or voice drifted just over the procession just out of sight, yet wafting persistently into the mood. Those with the freedom to be so, seemed to become extra anxious for the return of the carriage, as if every next thing on the whole months calendar were being held up merely for still being behind this event. A general impatience seeped into everyone who actually could move, and even many members of the crowd found their boots stomping the ground in a restless anticipation. The courtiers with so little finery left to them stumbled and huffed at the pressure, glancing about with foreboding at what else might be waiting back within the walls. The sopped and sweating, bound pair on the carriage platform had little opportunity to focus on the crowds jitters as they were wheeled within the grounds. The conquerors focused magic kept the subdued sorceress and princess close and yet again lapping into each others bound and exposed, hanging bodies. Finally with a gleeful cackle, the taunting voice left their minds for a brief stretch. The beams above them parted just slightly, allowing the hanging victims to separate if still dangling bare steps apart. The princess found herself gaping weakly at the bound court witch, who -- Varisanna couldnt help thinking as she realized she had yet to fully hide her own tongue behind her wet lips looked terribly attractive in all her bound glory. How much was the seizure of nagging desire from own her still overheated body rather suddenly made to stop, the princess couldnt quite say. But there were other sights coming into more focus too The wheels bumped just slightly across the mostly smooth court green, but to Varisanna even those small bumps were awful signs. She knew the courtyards fairly well from various events, and one thing you did not find before on this one were ruts and holes. Not of even the slightest sort. She could not easily look straight down from her hanging place, but between the feel and what she could see off the sides was as troubling as the rest of the signs. Probably a large host had crossed this green, if not some improbably large beast or other vehicles. She sniffed a little as she tried once more to catch her breath, her mouth still thick with traces of the blonde womans aroused sex. Hopefully this had not been the place of some awful battle on top of whatever it was. But for now, she could only sense the bouncing and spot a few darkly armored foreign guards standing at the edges. The chassis they rode upon did something that was entirely practical, yet almost unheard of in all her years in this palace. It proceeded right on up yet another rise, this time climbing the short marble ramp that led into a wide outer hall. It was a big hall, like this particular courtyard, often a scene for summer public audiences about happier matters of the city, or yet another lazy poetry contest or display and feast of fresh game brought from the surrounding country. Except she knew, immediately, that something had changed. Her first glance of the marble ramp found it not the shining cream and pecan patterns that she expected, but new colors entirely. It had turned dark shades of severe green and blacks, some of the black slipping from grey all the way to a glassy volcanic sheen that half stole the sunlight. And the colors continued thus under them as they were pulled and rolled forward into the hall. The entire place had taken on similar colors as its theme, and even the patterns carved into the floor had somehow been changed! The princess blanched and blushed as, before rows of more darkly armored guards human and other things she had only heard about as distant stories! they passed between an assemblage of courtiers. She recognized many of these too, for most of the higher palace court who were not now pulling the carriage of their lewd display, were here. In particular, many of the noblewomen and serving ladies had been packed into the approach. Most, like the large yoked carriage team, had been deprived of their tops or worse and many showed signs of rough handling or a fit of beating or some more precise torments. Nearly all of their heads were lowered in a mix of sad deference and embarrassment, but eyes continued to dart up in shock and amazed curiosity nearly as terrible as the commoners questioning of the captives true virtue. Already, Varisanna realized with the eye of a noble who had sat not a few hours among such meticulous figures, not a few were trying to pretend bravery partly by entertaining long-quieted wonderings about how even higher women might respond to unspeakable abuses Except that when the likes of a princess or a sorceress were off in other places, surely some had spoken of things not entirely unlike what was coming to pass? The princess shivered, and she was beyond counting how many such deep shivers the day had already brought. Of course, some of the purer court members were much more listless and overtaken by the entire change of events But again, there was so very little that could be done from this debasing place to help them. The overhead beams began to turn and move again, swinging the women further apart for a moment. Varisanna flexed her free leg anxiously, but there was nothing to grab onto. They moved slowly in a curve off the edges of the wagon and directly across the gaze of the onlookers. Varisanna saw the shocked or sometimes, calculating eyes of the courtiers more clearly, and the enjoying looks from the soldiers beyond as well. Her cheeks burned again, but she had little fire and poise to give after the fitful erotic exercise before. Can they see the shine of the strange syrup still on my belly? she thought in a moment of unwanted curiosity. Does it look like something worse in the strange light? For the room was now lit with little stone cubes and spirals fixed into the columns, each tossing an eerie bouncing and flickering light of its own casings color. It was still almost as bright as the natural light and lanterns of before, but it colored everything strangely in moving washes and combinations of meeting flicker beams. It almost felt like one of the seasonal magic shows, but these colors were much darker and more unsettling like the rest of the new dcor and stonework. Indeed, the new ruler had made some actual changes. The captives were swung a few steps back into the halls center, in a semi-circle which brought them over a pair of long, black stone platforms. They reached about a mans head height, and were spaced in a cleared circle with the short ends of each rectangle almost touching each other. The sides were a touch more opaque and carved with a busy run of lifelike, curling monstrous shapes and faces. The top, where the women descended toward, was mostly covered with obsidian-like, glossy cool blackness that she had spied scattered throughout the softer of the new colors. Guards in horned helmets with face tusks and more functional leather armor stood along the outsides of the two pieces, and they stepped in to receive the captives as they arrived. The princess was easily taken by her harness and pushed onto the glossy stone, with the ropes around her high bound leg releasing it to also kneel on the surface at the end. Meanwhile, the subdued sorceress was unwound from the beam first and turned over by her own harness and limbs with the work of several practiced hands. As she had come to expect of this lot, a couple of the hands found a free moment to seize a long sample of her breast or rear along the way. Varisanna started as she was placed on the very cool stone. She looked down trying to focus, for it seemed that the glossy top and even parts of the solid frame on the outer top kept changing color or patterns. Then she saw shapes definitely coalescing in the patterns, and then the shapes became more and more solid. There were big, craggy, twisted fingers wide and hard like those of a huge workman, or perhaps was it possible? a rather huge thing like a troll of the stories. While she stared in fright and disbelief at the two stone hands forming and slowly beginning to lift themselves a touch out of the surface of the frame before her eyes, Varisanna felt something. Cool, hard, huge stretches snapped themselves around her calves, just above the ankles, pinning her kneeling legs well apart close to the sides of the platform. The sudden gripping made her scream and teeter, but already the ropes on her arms too were loosening. She could see similar huge stone hands rising to take Riannas legs, and similarly pinning them wide behind her.