Talia knelt on the floor in front of the fireplace, her palms resting on her knees and her long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail behind her pointed ears. She was wearing the corset that Alec had gifted her as well as a pair of black stockings and high heels. Her cuffs and collar were tight about her wrists and neck, just as he had instructed.
She glanced up the clock on the mantlepiece and bit her tongue in frustration. It was past midnight; far later than Alec normally chose to visit her, and she was beginning to wonder if he wasn't coming. She hadn't seem him at all during the day and supposed he may have been delayed returning from the Vale. She was considering going to bed when she heard voices outside her bedroom door.
She held her breath, straining to hear what was being said. AFter several moments she heard a knock at her door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Open the door, Princess."
She straightened slightly, unable to keep the smile form her face as she replied, "It's unlocked."
The door swung open and Alec stepped into the room. He was dressed in travelling clothes; knee high riding boots and dark trousers beneath a loose fitting grey top. His satchel was slung over his shoulder and his dark hair swept back out of his face. He looked at her, the corners of his lips twitching as his eyes lingered on her exposed breasts.
"Good," he said approvingly. "You're learning."
She smiled thinly, feeling only slightly annoyed that his praise meant so much to her. She watched as he closed the door and crossed to her bed, setting his bag down on the sheets and busying himself with the contents.
"That was quite a show you gave me," he said. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," she said, her voice small.
He titled his head, still not looking at her. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir," she corrected herself quickly.
He nodded returning to the contents of the bag. "Would you like to see it?"
She swallowed as he turned to face her,a crystal ball filled with violet smoke held in one hand. When she nodded he tossed it to her. The glass was cold in her palms as she caught it and as she stared into the depths of the ball the smoke began to stir until it revealed an image of herself bouncing up and down on the dildo currently hidden beneath her bed. She felt her cheeks flush as she watched herself toss her head back, her tits swaying from side to side as she moaned into the gag she had worn as an orgasm seized her body. The sight of it was both embarrassing and strangely empowering and she could feel Alec's eyes on her face as she watched the image reform into one of her sucking her own juices from the dildo whilst her fingers pressed into her pussy.
"Think how much money I could make selling these," Alec mused. "The slut Princess of Everdale. You would be a star!"
She set the ball down on the rug in front of her, tearing her eyes from the image of her deepthroating the dildo to look at him. "I don't think you would," she said.
"Oh?" Alec replied.
She shrugged, holding his gaze steadily. "You know what happens to me if you tell anyone. We don't get to do this anymore. I don't think you want to give that up."
He chuckled. "Everdale is full of sluts, Princess," he replied.
"None like me," she replied calmly, turning away from him.
She felt his eyes on her and fought to keep from smiling. She had needled him, she knew, but regardless of how he had gone about it, she knew he wanted her badly. Why else would he have kept coming back?
"If you're such a slut, Princess, why not prove it?" he said slyly.
She laughed. "Really? What more do you want?"
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the look he gave her. Slowly he reached into his bag and removed a long length of rope.
"Get up, Princess," he commanded.
Slowly she got to her feet as he approached her, the rope held loosely in his hands. He circled her, his eyes devouring his body, and began to lightly tap one end of the rope against her bare skin. When he was behind her he began to wrap the rope around her torso, just beneath her breasts, before running it over her shoulders and across the top of her breasts until he had secured the harness. He pulled her arms behind her back, forcing them parallel to each other before binding them together and securing them to the harness in turn. With the remains of the rope he pulled it tight between her legs, securing the rope to the front of her harness so that it was pressing into her pussy.
She winced as she tested the strength of the knots, the movement causing the rope to rub against her pussy in a way that was both somewhat painful but entirely unpleasant. Alec smirked at her before crossing to her wardrobe and pulling open the doors.
"What are you doing?" she asked urgently.
"You cant go out without a cloak, Princess," he said.
"What?" she hissed. "What do you mean, go out?"
He shrugged, pulling a scarlet cloak from her wardrobe and crossing back towards her. "I told you," he said. "You're going to prove to me what a slut you are."
He threw the cloak over her shoulders, the floor length fabric enveloping her as he fastened the buttons one at a time. When he was finished he stepped aside and she turned to look at herself in the mirror. He had fastened the cloak down to her naval, the thick fabric obscuring the corset and even the fact that her arms were bound behind her back. Her shoes stuck out from the bottom of the cloak and she suspected that her stocking might be visible if someone was looking closely at her as she walked but otherwise there was no clue as to how she was dressed.
"Where are you taking me?" she hissed, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
He smirked as she turned to face him, walking up to her and pulling the cowl of the cloak up over her head to obscure her face. "You'll see," he said, before attaching the lead to her collar and threading it through the buttons of her cloak. "Now shut up before I decide to gag you."
She licked her lips nervously but said nothing as he tugged on the leash, pulling her towards the door of her bedchambers. She threw one last nervous glance at the clock as he opened the door and pulled her out into the hallway. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. The palace would be quiet but not empty. There was no guarantee they would make it through without someone seeing them and then what?
"Alec," she hissed as he led her to the stairs. "I don't like this. What if someone sees us?"
"They wont," he said bluntly, pulling her down the stairs after him. "Now shut up!"
They moved quickly through the palace, Talia flinching at every noise she heard, including her own heels clicking on the stone floor. It didn't help that every step she took caused the rope to rub against her pussy. She could already feel herself becoming wet and hated that she was enjoying the sensation. Alec led her down corridors and stairways that crisscrossed the castle and for a while she thought he might be lost until she realised he was only prolonging her torment. She thought he might take her into one of the many rooms they passed to fuck her but then he diverted from the main halls, leading her down into the serving levels and out of a lesser used doorway into the castle grounds. They crossed the courtyard, invisible to the sleepy stablehands napping at their posts or the bored soldiers standing guard upon the wall and before long they were in the city, Alec leading her confidently down Everdale's main street beneath the light of a silver moon.
"Alec!" she called, stumbling over a misshapen cobble as he tugged her along behind him. "Wait!"
He rounded on her suddenly, his hand flying to her throat with that same inhuman speed as he had seized her with before. She squealed, her voice reduced to little more than a gasp by the strength of his grip as he forced her down an alley between two dark shops and pinned her to the wall.
"What part of shut up, don't you understand?" he growled, his face uncomfortably close to hers.
She whimpered as he reached into his bag, retrieving a leather strap with a large red ball in the centre. Before she could do anything he had pressed the ball into her mouth and was pulling the straps of the gag tight behind her head.
"Not a fucking sound, Princess," he hissed as he spun her around, pressing her against the wall as he yanked her cloak up over her ass.
She was breathing fast, biting down on the gag as he took out his dick and slapped it against her ass cheeks. Her pussy ached from the rope but she backed into him all the same, desperate to feel him inside of her. He slid the rope aside, mercifully not making her wait any longer and she whined softly as he pressed his giant cock between her wet lips, her pussy eagerly accepting him as he slid deeper and deeper inside of her. He gripped her shoulder as he began to fuck her, every thrust slamming her against the wall of the shop. There was nothing gentle about his movements. He didn't start slow or give her any chance to warm up. He was like an animal, mad with desire. She bit down on the ball gag, doing all she could to muffle her moans of pleasure and pain as she was driven into the rough surface of the wall. Alec's fingers dug painfully into her shoulder and he let out a growl of pleasure as she felt him fill her pussy with his warm cum.
She yelped in surprise as he pulled his dick sharply out of her, using the hem of her cloak to wipe his shaft clean before moving the rope back onto her still pulsing pussy and letting the cloak fall around her ankles once again. He flipped her round, shoving her out of the alley ahead of him before whispering in her ear.
"Don't make me stop again, Princess," he growled, yanking the cowl of the cloak back up over her head from where it had fallen around her shoulders.
She shivered, feeling a strange mixture of thrill and fear as she fell into step behind him. He hadn't removed the gag and she doubted he would even if she asked. There were a handful of people on the street and whilst most were hurrying home with the heads down, a couple cast curious glances in their direction and Talia felt her cheeks flush with humiliation at the thought of anyone recognising her in her current state.
