The Princess tried to stay awake. She didn't trust Raen. But when her head finally drooped, sleep took her quickly.
When she awoke they took her armor, her trunk of clothes, and even her masquerade costume. They tore the sleepwear she had on to shreds, right off her body. Once pleased she had nothing to wear, her handmaid was returned clutching a single outfit. "Put this on or stay naked."
The maid apologized for being forced to alter it. It was a beautiful white sundress of imported fabric that was cut short, where it would've ended below her knees it now ended halfway up her ass. At least the maid salvaged some of the fabric to make ribbons that she wore around her hair and wrist. A plunging neckline was added. Combined with the corset they made her wear, even the maid blushed at the Princess's cleavage and was caught staring. Probably more in jealousy than lust thought the Princess, but she wasn't sure anymore of anything. The Princess looked at herself in a mirror. They wanted her as a slutty bride and they got it. She thought about her parent's annoyance with her refusal to ever marry the suitors they brought.
Once she was finished being dressed they put food rations on a table, empty a chamberpot, and leave with the maid, groping her ass and smaller breasts on the way out.
The Princess sits alone in her caravan then, trying to catch up on sleep. At sunset, they enter her room without knocking and she is led outside. The sun was setting to a mockery of a wedding ritual.
With a white blanket adorned by a few wild flowers and a barrel, they built a mock altar. She was bent over the altar, her ample bosom accentuated by the corset on display for everyone gathered before her, who she tried to not look at.
Skilled dark skinned hands of a stranger began tying her arms and legs behind her with complex knotting while some priestly sounding words were said. When the knots were finally finished she didn't bother looking, sure it was some perverted fantasy come to life. Whoever was giving the fake sermon started rubbing and groping her exposed ass, her dress doing nothing to protect her.
After some clapping, the half-orc quartermaster Fraedrik slides a ring two sizes too large onto her left ring finger. More clapping and cheering. He then pulls down her dress to expose her breasts and unties some of her corset so they only partially push her breasts up. Louder cheers and catcalls.
Some guards in manacles off to the side yell at them to control themselves and to let her go. Some chained guards watch silently, uncomfortably trying to hide something between their legs.
The orc says something about promising to have her nipples pierced when they get to town. He puts on a joke of a show trying to put deciding what kind of ring to use, evaluating one style of ring then twisting her nipples. She was already stiff from the cold night air but her nipples grew even more from the orc playing with her in front of everyone. Eventually, the orc pretends to give up and paints a small circle around her nipples with a paintbrush. He also draws a single vertical orange line below her left shoulder with paint.
There is cheering suddenly and she hears someone being brought on stage behind her. It's the Captain's voice, no longer soft, and filled with fright, "Princess? Are you okay? Gods damn it's all true what they said." She finally made it to the Captain but the Princess knows it's too late. Even if they got up and ran, she was tied up in some likely lewd manner and they'd catch her quickly. She could also hear the Captain's chains. She was going to be violated tonight. At least by a man she always fancied since she was a child.
A monster says something about getting ready and the Captain is pushed down to his knees in front of her, his face pushed into her breasts. There are bruises on his naked body and his wrists are bound in chains. But otherwise he didn't look too harmed or worse for wear, just a bit pale and sick like the others, but holding out quite strongly, as handsome as ever with his graying blond hair. The Captain places his lips on her breasts.
From behind, her underwear is slowly pulled down to her ankles and fingers start stroking her thighs, surprisingly gentle. The Captain in front of her whispers "I'll just pretend. Play along and we can get out of this." He nuzzles his face into her breasts and his lips latch on near her nipple, not on it. He puts on a show for the others, making fake loud slurping noises, despite not really moving any of his lips or tongue. Whoever is behind her starts fingering her, but gentle and respectful. She now becomes more worried about what's happening behind her than in front.
The Captain readjusts and she can see his impressive uncut dick starting to harden. She'd never seen it before and it was larger than in her imagination, even flaccid. This thought, and the stranger's fingers who seem to know what they're doing, causes her to sigh lustfully. The Captain notices and picks up his fake sounds and acting, but his lips actually attach to her nipples now.
Time passes for the Princess, tracked by the sun's warmth leaving her back as it sets. They've been doing this for a while now and the Princess can feel her body warming up to whoever is playing with her pussy. The fingers behind her stop teasing and being moving with intention towards her clit. The fingers slide in circles around her exposed clitoris, her own wetness helping lubricate the motions. The fingers play her body like an instrument. No one has touched her like this before. Her legs melt. Gods, she realizes these might be the most talented caresses from a lover she's ever had.
The sun is about set and lanterns are lit near them. This is taking too long complains a green skinned orcish monster. He pushes the Captain to the side. The Captain begs, "Don't hurt her! She's still our Princess! She's very delicate!"
The monster in front of her holds up her chin. Forced to look at the crowd, she sees at least five men in the front row lazily masturbating. A leather strapped gag with a ring is forced into her mouth, she tests and she can't close her teeth anymore and knows what is coming. The monster praises the craftsmanship before he begins playing with her tits and stroking himself. He gets hard quickly and positions in front of her, blocking her view of the crowd, filling it instead with his massive green cock getting more and more erect.
For whatever reason this is a cue for the stranger from behind to begin softly running his other hand up and down her body, teasing her back, and her thighs, all the while continuing to finger her. She can feel her own wetness from his roaming hand as it moves up and down her inner thigh. The Princess backs into the stranger, one part to seek his more gentle touches, the other to get away from the monster's cock.
The monster won't have this and grips her hair, pulling her back as he thrusts his cock into her held-open mouth. It invades her tongue which she pulls aside as best she can. She is pulled back and forth. The man behind inserts his fingers into her wet pussy, so she is impaled in both directions as she is moved back and forth. Two thick fingers slide inside her pussy and she knows this is the beginning of the end.
The crowd cheers as she is throat fucked, her throat bulging and her tits slapping back and forth as the monster gets more aggressive. Her hair is bunched in his fists and used as handles. That doesn't feel good to her. But she can't deny the fingers feel good. A mix of pain and pleasure from a giver and a taker. Her mind tells her to put her trust into the giver, surely he will save her, he's making her feel so good after all. He's fucking her pussy and clit at the same time, something she's never felt before, and gods was it good.
The Captain pleads on the ground next to the three, "'Be gentle! Stop it! She's so much smaller than you!"
Her legs tremble, she knows she might cum from the stranger behind her. No, she'll definitely cum from this stranger if he keeps doing this. The fingers are constant and persistent now, she can hear the wet schlicking noises. Will she give in? She moans, a weird sound while gagged and drool escapes the corner of her mouth. She doesn't care anymore, she can tell her pussy is soaking wet and her clit is asking for release. She's cum from lovers that perform way worse and she has no chance against whoever is behind her. The fingers behind her bring her closer and closer. It's unfair how well he can control her body. She'll give in to the stranger, it's impossible to resist.
A thumb begins to circle her clit now in a rhythmic hypnotic motion, just slightly more than what her body is willing to accept. "Gods how is he so good at this" she thinks. "This isn't right," her internal monologue battles. "Give in." "I'm going to get ravaged tonight anyways." "It's not your fault, you did all you could." "The Captains going first at least, I can trust him." "Fuck I'm so wet it's embarrassing." "The Captains dick looked so nice." "You two are married now, his dick is all yours." "It's your duty, really." "Enjoy it, stop caring." "You aren't a Princess anymore really."
The Captain gets angry, "Let her go or else you'll all hang! It's not too late to walk away."
With new eyes and a new appreciation, she starts studying he monster's shaft entering and exiting her mouth. A veiny thick throbbing green cock. She adjusts her neck and relaxes her tongue to make it easier for the two of them. The fingers change their angle on her clit to be aggressive. This feels even better. Her lower body tenses. She moans and a strand of saliva escapes her mouth, hanging in the air, swaying back and forth as she is face fucked.
The stranger behind her is no longer gentle, a hand grabs her ass and slaps it, pleased with his work and the sounds coming from her now. His other hand never stops stroking her clit. The monster in front finally releases her hair and grabs her skull instead. In the corner of her eye, she sees someone in the front row cum and spills his seed on the ground.
Her ass is slapped one more time. Her body tenses and her toes curl. Her mind empties and she forgets she's bound. She tries to move her legs but the bindings hold her in place.
A voice behind her, someone familiar, a voice she trusts, but guttural and in lust, "Cum for me you dirty whore Princess."
Her brain stumbles at the concept of the stranger being someone she trusts. This moment of uncertainty brings down her walls, like a single crack that shatters a window. Her mind immediately catches up with her body and the reality of the situation. The scent of precum from the cock in front of her smells so manly. Her ears focus on the sound of her own throat gurgling with cock. The taste of precum is suddenly on her tongue, it's sticky, pungent, and intoxicating. She swallows some of her own spit mixed with cum. She dares to look upwards at the monster in front of her, his face is strained and focused on the cock sliding in and out of her lips. He doesn't seem to be in control of his lust. She moans with no reservation and she pushes her lower body into the man behind her wanting more. The man responds by slightly increases his pace on her clit and holding her ass firmly.
