"Ah, my head... That wasn't succesfull fight... Okey, let's no panic". Ahina thought to herself, to not show that she regain consciousness. Well, not like it will help her much, as she was cuffed and naked. Ahina feel her cheek bushes, as she was emberassed of her nudity and hot from being bounded... But she tried to listen around, to find out if there is someone in the room.
Nami stared at Thassco, searching desperately for any sign of his true intentions. Would he let her go – would he actually go so far as to kidnap her? Her intuitiveness, which had kept her out of trouble so many times, had failed her disastrously today. She tried to reassure herself that he wouldn’t risk breaking Zygerrian law, knowing how they treated criminals – but then, if he thought he could get away with it…
"Well... that is less emberassing. Slightly less emberassing". Ahina said to herself, as she slowly sit on her bed, still red from her nudity and tried find balance struggling with restrain hands. She checked cell for cameras, at least these one which she could spotted.
(Thank you!
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(Thank you!
Nami licked her lips, trying to disguise her nervousness. She knew that she would serve as an example to the slaves whatever she did – either they would watch her play the willing whore, or they would watch her be brutally punished for disobedience. It was no real choice at all.
Still clutching her dress against her body, her fingers crept underneath to play with her nipple, with her clit. A soft moan of genuine pleasure broke from her lips. Moving her body rhythmically, she continued to display herself to the viewers, seen and unseen, her eyes fluttering closed as she writhed in the fires of her lust and shame.
As her dance continued, she turned around in a slow circle, lifting both arms over her head while she kept the hanging dress draped over herself. As sensitive as every part of her felt right now, even the light friction of the fabric against her hot skin sent ripples of pleasure through her. Everywhere she looked, she saw herself reflected back from a new angle, a woman she barely recognised as herself dancing for the enjoyment of one man.
Slowly she moved closer to Thassco, swinging her hips, knowing that the hidden recorders would capture every movement. Standing before him, she let her hands fall to her sides, the dress slipping away to the floor. First her big, shapely breasts, then her smooth, gently rounded belly, and from there the slope leading to the wet, warm slit of her pussy, were all left in plain view.
Wearing nothing at all now except for her shoes and head-jewellery, she stepped in close enough to Thassco to emphasise his height over her, so that even in her heels she had to look up to meet his eyes, the image of compliance. Her mouth slightly open, she panted with lust and trepidation.
Ahina slowly get on her knees, to use her cuffed hands behind back to lift spong from the bed, to check if there anything under. If she doesn’t find anything useful there, she just heave sigh and sit on the bed.
A strange sense of detachment had settled over Nami. Having seen herself on the screens, now it was if she floated outside her body, the feeling of her humiliation oddly remote. Thassco’s harsh squeeze of her sensitive breast brought her back down to herself, a little – she gasped with pain even as she longed for him to get it over with and give her the release she craved.
Ahina chuckled, red on her faces from excitement and embarrassment.