[cerindclvr]

Ch III No Rest for the Weary

“Wake up, harlot.”
Sharessa was subject to yet another rude awakening, this one in the form of a bucket of cold water. The elf’s eyes snapped open as the icy splash washed over her, and she quickly sat up with a shriek. Shivering hard, she cringed and hopped out of her bed, looking around in confusion and tried to shake off the freezing cold water.
“Yes, you, prisoner…” came the cold woman’s voice. Wiping the sleep from her eyes and getting her bearings, Sharessa looked up at the woman from which the voice came, standing a little outside the bars of her cell. There were two of the heavily armored female royal guards that the queen fancied standing behind her, but Sharessa hardly noticed. She did, however, immediately recognize the black clad woman.
Driana was one of the queen’s loyal ‘servants,’ as far as she knew, but what a figure she cut. The dark haired beauty’s velvety black cloak barely concealed her hourglass figure, complete with toned, supple hips, a tiny waist with a sculpted stomach, and almost perfectly round, ample breasts. All of this lovely body was covered in a skin tight black material, a sort of cat suit that came up to the collar of her cloak. Sharessa’s heart raced a little bit when she saw her… even though she sort of envied the woman for her full figure, the last time they’d met was under rather terrible circumstances.
“Slide your arms through the bars prisoner,” came the stern order from Driana. A group of prisoners from across let out a chorus of conspiratorial "ooohs" from their cell as Driana gave the command, as if to make the girl's anxiety worse. She did as she was told, and some manacles were slapped on her wrists. Sharessa couldn’t have pulled her arms out from the bars now if she wanted to. That helpless feeling, it was coming back… it was just like when she first met her, under those very terrible circumstances…

At one point, it seemed so long ago now, Sharessa had charmed the queen with her politeness and masterful etiquette, having been granted an audience with her.
“Sharessa from the west, you stand before me now not just as a visitor to my fine country, but as a representation of your people. Long has it been that an elf of full blood has come to the capital of Enferia.”
Queen Syndra was the very embodiment of grace, style, and dread. If she so chose, a mere gaze from her amber eyes could reduce most people to a sobbing heap on the floor. On this particular occasion, as Sharessa knelt a few steps below the queen in her grand throne room, where everything was marble columns and gold and fine silks, Syndra was dressed in an even finer robe of white lace and gold trim and silk ties. For a queen, it was a bit revealing – the lower part of the robe, or the skirt of it, came down to her mid thigh on one side and just above her knee on the other. A healthy amount of jewelry hung from her arms and around her neck as well, highlighting the cleavage of the voluptuous ruler. And with all of her light colored garments and platinum or gold jewelry, that fiery scarlet hair of hers, that silky red mane, stood out all the more. Her hair was easily one of her more striking features – it was thick and lustrous and curly, and it perfectly framed her fair features. The dark red of her pouty lips and the strange reddish color of her eyes matched this as well – the queen made no secret of her vanity and obsession with her own beauty.
Sharessa had made a little nervous mistake – she’d forgotten that her prized wand was hidden up her sleeve. It was a little habit of hers to keep it safe, for as she’d learned in her travels that if something looks valuable, people will try to steal it. She even fancied that one day she’d actually be able to flick her wrist the right way and have the wand perfectly slide into her palm, like those dashing wizard heroes in all the storybooks do. In any case it was a small miracle that she’d actually managed to accidentally sneak it in – security was no laughing matter in the palace.
“Rise, Sharessa… you and all your kind will be welcome henceforth,” the queen said in a loud, regal voice. As Sharessa looked up the few feet of stairs, her eyes widened ever so slightly at something she hadn’t expected to see. From her low vantage point (for she was rather petite, and kneeling rather low) she could see right up the somewhat short skirt the queen had chosen to wear that day. She couldn’t help but stare – the sheer white stockings were held up by a matching lacy garter belt, from what she could tell. And that thong, the way it clung to her and accentuated her… Sharessa blinked to try and play off her gawking, but ultimately the queen’s face gradually twisted up in shock and anger.
“Why… you…” nearly trembling with anger, Syndra glared with those twin hot pokers of eyes at Sharessa. The girl could only squeak a little, wide eyed – she found herself unable to speak.
“You would dare to do something so inappropriate to the queen of Enferia itself!”
Sharessa shook her head repeatedly, her ebon locks bobbing gently with the motion. Still unable to speak, the poor elf girl gestured emphatically with her hands. That was the biggest mistake she made that day, possibly ever. Inadvertently making the right gesture, and forgetting that her wand was up her sleeve, Sharessa accidentally invoked a spell. A powerful wind spell, it was, so powerful that the queen herself was caught by surprise and found her ‘skirt’ flipped straight up over her jeweled belt.
The queen’s unmentionables were on display, as that stream of wind held her skirt pinned against her body. The eyes of the guards in the room widened, some jaws dropped. Those lacy, sheer, form fitting white panties seemed to cling even tighter to Syndra’s pubic mound with all that wind blasting at it, and for a moment it seemed like the queen might lose her footing as her undergarments bit uncomfortably tight on her. Stocking clad thighs clamped together desperately.
The wind would stop though, abruptly, as Driana emerged from the shadows. A hand at her side was casually moving in the arcane gestures of some spell. Whatever it was had stopped the wind… and suddenly, Sharessa’s limbs felt very stiff. She had rather effortlessly and quietly used her magic, both to counter Sharessa’s powerful wind spell, and apparently at the same time had bound her up with some paralysis magic. At the time, Sharessa would’ve been more impressed at the ease with which she used such complex magic. However, she was both literally and figuratively petrified at the moment; her heart was racing and she was terrified. What had she done? What did she do to deserve such foul luck?
Helpless and stiff, Sharessa knew better than to do anything but shut her eyes tight and hope for the best. Driana’s husky voice was all to close to her ear then, a quiet buzz meant more for her new victim than for those around her. Driana slowly raised the magically held girl’s arms above her head, where they stayed straight up, unable to move.
“Since you have taken it upon yourself to gaze upon the queen’s… secrets, you would of course be so kind as to reveal yours to the court?” she purred. Sharessa could only squeak, her eyes shooting wide and wondering what exactly that could mean.
The young elf found out rather immediately, as the sensation of cool air on her bare skin overwhelmed her. With a heavy thwump, the thick robes she had been wearing fell to the ground and pooled around her ankles, leaving her in the lacy pink undergarments she’d worn that day – basically a silk bikini, tied at the sides. Sharessa dared to look around, at this point, to see how many people could look at her this way. There was, to her dread, a large number of hand servants, guards, and other guests staring in open shock and lust. The queen’s face was still a bit red from blushing, but a self-satisfied smirk sat on her full lips. Driana and the queen exchanged a knowing look, a silent nod, and the darkly clad woman reached up with a gloved hand to grip one of the strings on her top between her thumb and forefinger.
In an agonizingly slow movement, Driana drew her hand back, untying the string on the right side of her top. In an equally slow motion, as the right half hung loose and threatened to slip off of her modest breast, the serpentine woman untied the left string. All that was left was the tie behind her neck, as the two flaps of material dangled dangerously over each stiffening nipple. With one final nod of confirmation from the queen, the knot behind her neck was undone – this one quick and sudden, exposing those pert, little tits and rosy nipples. Just as the girl was stripped topless, the garment falling to the ground, Driana released her from the holding magic. The effect was that the girl was able to shriek in humiliation and fall to her knees, throwing her slender arms over her chest.
“Please forgive me..!” she managed to shout between growing sobs, bowing her head.
“Is this enough, my liege?” Driana asked the queen.
“No doubt this woman was sent here to humiliate me. I should have her ravaged and executed…” Syndra fumed, her eyes drinking up the sight of the huddled elf girl.
“Indeed, she deserves nothing less than a terrible fate, my wise queen. But what of the repercussions? Though lowly she may be, if the elves find out one of their own was executed here…”
“Do not patronize me, assassin,” she narrowed her eyes at the black-clad woman, who stood humbly with head bowed.
“However, you speak truth. Have her imprisoned and subjected to whatever humiliations you devise. I trust your judgment in this matter…”
“My queen is quite wise,” Driana said with the subtlest smirk, gesturing for the guards to take her away…

That seemed like so long ago. She’d been in this damned prison for days now, awaiting her next match and watching various fighters get humiliated through the bars of her cell window. Watching always gave her a funny feeling – a mixture of excitement and anxiety.
Right now, though, her thoughts were very much in the cell. The prisoners in the cell across had gone quiet, watching interestedly. The quivering girl was all too aware of her hands through the cell’s bars, manacled together, leaving her very helpless. Her cellmate, the half elf, was huddled up in the corner, watching the proceedings with a healthy bit of fear for Driana on her face. The bars clanged ominously as the cell opened up and a pair of the guards came to press Halia against the wall with their spears. Halia made no move to resist, and Driana slithered into the small room, right up behind the helpless Sharessa. The young elf girl was breathing heavily, and hazarded a backwards glance to confirm what she'd already felt on the back of her neck. That Driana woman was right behind her and gently breathing on her, hands just avoiding touching her hips. Sharessa gulped, shivering hard now and still dripping with the icy water.
"Shh, relax, little pet," the assasin cooed, and pushed her soft busom against her back. Sharessa's own modest chest was pressed up against the bars in front of her, facing the outside of the cell. "Now, stay very still..." Driana whispered, sliding a lecherous set of hands along the girl's wet but still clothed body. Was everyone in this damned kingdom some kind of pervert? She was beginning to think so.
"Ow!" she squeaked as hands suddenly tweaked the buds of her nipples. They'd grown quite hard from the cold, and perhaps from excitement, but she wasn't humoring that notion. The assasin was rather vigorously massaging her breasts and whispering indeciperable taunts right in her ear, drawing heavy panting from the elf girl, who had her face pressed against the cold steel of her prison bars. She didn't feel quite so cold anymore, she realized.
"Please... stop..." Sharessa whimpered, her eyes drifting shut as the black-clad woman pressed up against her continued to whisper sweet nothings and molest her. Was it sweet nothings? No, it was some kind of spell! She perked her head up as she realized what was happening, the assasin weaving some kind of spell on her... her... breasts..?
With a final loud chant, which echoed sharply in her ear, the assasin finished her spell and reached up to the top of Sharessa's damp prisoner robes. With her hands chained and through the bars, the thoroughly humiliated elf girl was helpless to prevent her top being yanked down to her waist. The garment tore, quite easily, and would've yanked her off her feet if not for her hands through the bars catching. She grunted in discomfort as she found herself pressed up against the bars again by the woman behind her, who was massaging those breasts again now. The prisoners across the way hooted and whistled, pressing themselves up against the bars to get a better look. Sharessa's cute little breasts were as pale as ever, with those dark pink nipples of hers tightened into aroused little buds.
"N-no, please..! You can't... what did you do..?" Sharessa whimpered, beginning to feel a bit funny. She was heady, and her breasts were tingling. She could hear Halia gasp nearby from beneath the oppressive spear shafts of the two guards in their cell. Looking down, Sharessa saw why, and felt why -- her breasts had swollen, or were swelling, rather unnaturally. Though they pace was slow enough, she could tell. Her nipples were puffy and protruding now, subject to the occasional ruthless tweak from the devilish woman tormenting her. Soon, her small B cups were ample, perky handfuls in the assasin's gloved hands. She let out no shortage of moans and whimpering during the slow process, cringing and squirming away from the eyes of the other prisoners and trying to constantly wiggled out of her captor's grip, but to no avail.
"They're... so sensitive...! What kind of spell..." and her words were cut off by a gasp as the assasin took her chin in her hand, turned her head, and placed a swift, firm kiss on her lips. As the honeyed taste of Driana's snakelike tongue slipped into her mouth, Sharessa realized that this was the final seal on the assasin's spell. The kiss would stop her breasts from growing any bigger, though they felt like big melons on her chest now, and felt they must look ridiculous on her. The fact that the kiss was part of her spell didn't stop her from drawing it out, and massaging the girl's tongue with her own. By the time she pulled her plump lips away, leaving Sharessa breathless, she'd have estimated that those once modest breasts had swollen to D's, easily. Rosy pink nipples were puffy and tender, darkened from the constant teasing, but ever aching for more.
"This is a gift," Driana finally explained, cupping both of Sharessa' breasts, which hung obscenely through the bars of her cell. "Everyone loves a girl with larger breasts," she explained matter of factly, "isn't that right?" she continued, addressing the prisoners across the way. The group of women in the cell across were a little rougher than Halia and Sharessa, all things considered, but were still obviously chosen for their appearance and participation in the games. They probably had spent a bit more time and had... gotten used to the company of other women. So it was with no shame or disguising their lust that they oogled those enhanced breasts, some touching themselves or each other lewdly. "All of the audience will love you this much more!" Driana taunted, squeezing the ultra-senstive tits. Sharessa truly thought she was going to faint, and then Driana began to jiggle the perky bouncing globes in her hands to emphasize her point.
As she was literally losing consciousness from shock and humiliation, and perhaps the bodily stress caused by the spell, she heard Driana muttering.
"Aw, the poor little bird's actually feinting. I wonder how she's going to fare when she sees what we have for her to wear in her next match..."
and with those last words in her ears, Sharessa's eyes fluttered shut.