Princess Plays Along Looking for Escape

[IsabellaRose]

You nod slowly, reluctantly, but you nod your agreement. You wish you were stronger, wish you could resist him, but you know that this will end the same whether or not you fight. The only difference is that if you fight, you'll have more bruises, possibly cuts... you might even be killed. Your body is what he wants. You can give him that much for your survival, or least pretend to until you can find a way to escape. 

His grin grows even darker as you nod your acquiescence. "Good girl," he says, his fingers still curled in your hair. With his other hand, he strokes your cheek slowly, almost as if he were stroking a favored pet.

"Good girl," he says again.

This time you feel the shame rise within you. You are a princess of the realm, now the leader of House Valoryn. You can't debase yourself like this. But you are debasing yourself, kneeling before this knight, letting him speak to you like just another...

He tugs hard on your hair and you climb quickly to your feet. His eyes are hard and he moves his hand to your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know he's still in control. 

"Take off your dress, Princess," he says, and lets go of your throat. "Let me see my property."

You've seen this once, on a trip south with your father, at a slave auction. The women were stripped naked, shown to prospective buyers. The implication was clear, and it is to you now. You have given yourself to him, and until you can find a way to escape, you have to play along or face the consequences.

His hand across your face, slapping you hard enough that you almost fall over, returns you to the present. "Strip." He says, his voice a harsh command. 

You touch your cheek, feel the burn that remains after the pain of the slap, but one look in his eyes tells you that you can't delay or worse will follow. Slowly, your fingers work at the ribbons lacing up the front of your gown, but you know you can't get the ones in the back, the ones your lady in waiting laced up carefully for you, pulling them hard to cinch tight around your waist. But still...

Once you finish unlacing the front of your dress, you slowly spread the two side of the fabric aside. The air is cool on your chest and you feel your cheeks flush as you pull it open to expose your breasts. This is embarrassing, degrading, and you look down at the floor, unable to meet the knight's eyes.

You hear his chuckle and then a moment of silence before he says, "all of it, princess. The whole dress comes off."

You look up and the lecherous gaze you see makes you shudder. "I cannot," you say, and quickly explain. "The back, my maids do up the back. I cannot reach it."

He makes a spinning motion with one finger indicating he wants you to turn around. You do, and feel his hand upon your shoulder. He is close behind you. You feel movement, and then hear the sound of fabric shredding. Your dress begins to feel looser, and you realize he is cutting it away. With a quick jerk, he tugs your dress down and off of you. The fabric pools around your feel, a deep well of crimson, the color of House Valoryn. You are wearing nothing now but the embroidered chemise.

"Take it off," he commands, and you know you must comply.

You slide the chemise off one shoulder, and then the other, moving slowly but deliberately. There is nothing for it but to strip fully, and as you slide the soft, white fabric down and off of your body, you feel yourself growing even redder, if such a thing were possible. When you stand back up you are naked, wearing nothing but your jewelry and slippers, fully exposed before the enemy knight.

His eyes move up and down your body as your hands move to cover yourself, one arm across both breasts, a hand between your legs pressed tight over your privates. You look away. You can't bear his scrutiny. 

"You are indeed a prize," he says, and pokes into the pooled fabric of your crimson dress with the tip of his sword. 

You close your eyes tightly. You can't look. You can't meet his gaze. There is meant to be an escape, but you don't see one, and now you're naked before him. 

His hands are on you without warning, and you expect the worst. But instead, he has your wrists, and he's binding them together with some sort of leather thong. He loops rope through the leather binding your wrists together in front of you, and you realize that you are on a lead, like a horse. He motions to the ruined dress at your feet.

"Pick it up," he says. "Bring it. I will have it made into something more suitable to your new station."

You bend, grab the dress in a giant handful of ripped fabric and try to get a grip on it with your hands bound. It takes a minute, but you lift it and hold it before you. Hugging the fabric to your  nudity, it offers a brief respite from full exposure.

No sooner do you have the remains of the dress in hand, than he begins walking, and you are tugged along behind him by the lead. He's about to parade you out of the castle and into the courtyard before all of the rest of the enemy soldiers, completely naked, barely covered by the shredded remains of your dress clutched in front of you by your bound hands.

• If you let him lead you like a slave on a leash, click here.
• If you plead with him to allow you clothing, click here.
• If you try to slip the lead and make your escape naked, click here.