After 92 days (approximately three months) of being Princess Bedrohlich's slave, my mindset and self-image had changed dramatically. I no longer hated being a naked and abused slave. I now found my predicament to be exciting and my pussy throbbed at the prospect of cruel punishments.
In the Kingdom of Verborgen, there is an athletic competition where two slaves get on the ground and wrestle. The goals of this wrestling competition are for one slave to pin her opponent face down so they can spank the other slave's ass until it's blushing red. If there is no clear winner, both slaves are taken aside and given to one of the trainers or spectators to be spanked.
It's rare that there is a clear winner in these competitions and typically both slaves end up getting spanked in front of a boisterous and appreciative crowd.
I think the Sidhe just like to watch us naked slaves struggle, get sweaty, grapple and rub up against each other as we vainly try to triumph over our naked opponent.
On my 92nd day as a slave, I had been ordered to wrestle a slave named Sofia. She was about my height and weight and equal to me in strength, speed and athletic skill. As a result, neither one of us was able to pin the other long enough to spank the others ass red, so neither one of us could declare victory.
During the match, Sofia used a number of questionable holds. She grabbed me by my inner thighs, my crotch or my breasts several times as she tried to flip me over. And being grabbed in such a way left me feeling horny by the time the match was over. As I was led over to be spanked, my pubic lips were very plump, and my nipples were conspicuously erect.
One of the attendants led me over to a woman clad in a grey and black tunic. The woman looked to be in her early twenties, but appearances in Verborgen were deceiving. She could easily be hundreds of years old. The Sidhe didn't age the same way that humans aged.
I was instructed to lie across the woman's lap and not get off until I was given permission. I was to keep my hands on the floor, palms down. I was not to move my hands to protect my bottom under any circumstances.
My heart sped up with both panic and sexual excitement. I was both scared and sexually aroused. I suppose I'd reached a point where I couldn't have one without there other.
Obediently I bent over and lay across her lap. The fabric of her tunic felt rough against my naked thighs as I waited for the first blow to land on my naked and vulnerable ass.
The Sidhe woman spanking me was stronger than she looked and swatted my naked, upturned, vulnerable ass with far more force than I would have thought possible. She was a svelte woman, with skinny arms and soft looking hands, but she spanked my ass with such force that it began to sting with the very first blow.
I began yelping after the second or third blow. I closed my eyes tight and screamed and struggled to maintain the proper pose. I bounced and squirmed across her lap and the crowd roared with approval at the show I put on for them.
Soon I was screaming in pain and sobbing as hot, wet tears slid down my face. The Sidhe woman assaulted my ass and my thighs without ever slowing down. When I could no longer bear the pain and my left hand shot up to try and protect my buttocks, she quickly grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the small of my back.
"You're not allowed to do that," she said in a very calm tone of voice and then resumed spanking my naked bottom.
The crowd applauded and hollered that I was a "bad girl" and urged that my tormentor spank me even harder. She seemed eager to please the crowd and soon the blows across my poor, upturned ass became far more painful than before.
I squirmed, screamed and kicked my legs and tears slid down my face, much to the delight of the spectators in the crowd. After what seemed like hours (but was probably more like two or three minutes) the spanking stopped.
I was still sobbing loudly, so it was hard for me to hear what the Sidhe woman said next.
"Now, get off my lap, girl. And get onto the floor... hands and knees. And while you're down there, you need to kiss my boots."
Her tone was lacking in malice, but firm and businesslike. It was clear that she had not given me an option to disobey.
The crowds cheered, apparently approving of her orders that I must kiss her feet. Kinky rituals like that really seemed to delight the general Sidhe public. Or maybe it was just the Sidhe that lived in and around the castle. Either way, I was living in a society that treasured acts of ritual submissiveness performed by naked slaves.
So, I got down on my hands and knees and kissed the cruel woman's boots. My naked ass (which was now very red) was pointed directly at the voyeuristic men and women in the crowd. They applauded and made crude comments about my reddened ass and my visible pubic lips. Quite a lot of them volunteered to give me yet another spanking if I would just climb over their lap.
Poor Sofia was then thrown over someone else's lap and spanked for the entertainment of the crowds. They cheered and called her a "bad girl" as she was spanked, and I was led away.
Two attendants brought me back into the castle and took me upstairs and into one of the bedchambers and told me to cross my wrists behind my back.
The two women took out lengths of rope and efficiently wound them around my wrists. The ropes were crisscrossed and knotted into a complex of bindings from which I could never hope to get free. Of course, I never even bothered trying.
"You have a visitor coming to see you," one of the attendants announced, "You will stand here and wait for her. Keep your head up, stand up straight and keep your legs apart."
A female visitor usually meant my mother, or sometimes my best friend, Barbara. I tried asking the attendant who was coming to visit, but she just pinched my nipples and warned me not to ask questions.
When I was left alone in the room, I took in my surroundings. Of course, here was a bed. That was to be expected in a bedchamber. Less expected and more ominous was the collection of whips, paddles and leather straps on the wall to my right.
When told to stand at attention and then left alone in a room, some slaves will decide to relax as there are no masters or mistresses around to see them slacking off. After three months in Verborgen I knew better. There were almost certainly spyholes in the room that would allow Princess Bedrohlich or her loyalists to spy on me and see if I broke position.
So, I kept my head up, I kept my legs far apart and my breasts thrust out. If I were lucky, I wouldn't have to hold this pose for long. Some masters and mistresses liked to torment their slaves by forcing them to hold a pose like this for hours. Their poor slaves often ended up with tears welling in their eyes and their bodies trembling as the strain of holding the pose for hours set in. In some cases, they were forced to hold position until their legs gave out and they collapsed to the floor.
I got lucky this time and that didn't happen to me. It was probably twenty minutes later when the doors opened, and I was ordered by Princess Bedrohlich to get down on my knees.
It was awkward, getting down on my knees without my hands to help me, but as a slave, I'd had some practice doing that sort of thing. And when I was kneeling with my legs far apart and my breasts thrust out, a second person entered the room.
"Hello, Sweetie," Anna said cooed as she sauntered towards me.
