Today was going to be the first time they would see me naked.
Usually when we rehearsed our physicality we joked and had fun teasing each other over mistakes or whatever but as the men practiced forcing me onto the bed and tying me down while my character attempted to fuck them we were mostly fairly silent. These men hadn’t been here yesterday but they quickly figured out the energy in the room was different.
The fight director set the parameters of what she was looking for within the scene but expressed that we could improvise in certain moments. She trusted us to be safe given our history together.
Before long the crew were all ready, the lights set, the cameras set, the candles lit and the sound ready. On any normal day this was one of my favourite moments when everything settled and I was on the verge of performing. That day I was feeling overjoyed. After the powerfully erotic experience of yesterday I was ready for more with new men and more witnesses.
Once again I stripped off all my clothes and the makeup and hair department did their final touches on me. I felt the guards move in close, ready to take a hold of me when the ladies were finished primping me. The King approached and smiled at me, his eyes confidently raking over my nudity. My legs felt loose and unstable as I felt his eyes graze over my flesh.
“First positions! The 1st AD called out. “Clear the set!”
I was sandwiched between the guards, the King, the Weasel and the Wizard in a tight clump as we prepared to move toward the bed when given the cue.
Finally everything was ready and the director shouted “Action!”
We strode toward the King’s bed, the guards dragged me in behind The King and I began to act the part of the ensorcelled Princess tormented by the lust their touch gave her.
They held my arms behind my back, my bare breasts thrust out before me as I was forced toward the bed. I squirmed and struggled to press more and more of my body against their armored forms, the rough leather and steel poking and prodding my tender flesh making me feel increasing levels of lechery.
The Weasel and the Wizard trailed after us and they and spoke to the King as the guards lifted me up and threw me on the bed. The brief moments where they weren’t touching me I switched from wanton lust to despairing rage, the spell momentarily broken.
I spat and fought them as they tried to grab me once more. The moment a hand touched my skin I switched from fierce cornered animal to horny slut. I reached for and grabbed one man’s crotch while the other secured one hand. I tried to wrap my legs around the man I had a hold of which allowed me to lewdly display my naked sex to the cameras.
The guard I was groping took control of my hand denying me the joy of feeling his bulge and I whimpered my disapproval. My other hand was now tied to the bed. Without much trouble the guard I was wrapping my legs around tied my second hand to the bed and they both proceeded to grab my ankles and open my legs wide.
The camera on the crane was up high shooting down toward me as my body was tied spread-eagle across the massive bed. My tiny body didn’t reach any of the posts the bed was so large. When the men finished binding me they stepped away and the raging Princess spewed her hate at them.
I wept with the Princess’ utter mortification at being so helplessly exposed.
The five of them gazed down at my wriggling struggle as I tested my bonds hoping for a chance to escape. The King laughed and reached out his big right hands and pressed his warm palm to my thigh. Instantly the hissing spitting warrior woman transformed into the mewling slut in heat. I thrust my hips up at him trying to get him to touch my throbbing pussy.
Instead he lifted his hand ending the lust and I wailed in humiliated frustration.
“Wizard I require a spell.”
“Anything Highness.”
“Can you make an image of these events and then show it to someone at a later date?”
“Anything I see I can then create an illusion of later, yes.”
“Excellent. Stay, bear witness to the consummation of my marriage to the Princess of the realm. I will require that all lawmakers and nobility of the kingdom see what transpires here tonight. And it is most important that they perceive just how delighted the young woman is to be in my bed.”
“Your wish is my command, your Highness.”
The Wizard performed an arcane ritual as the King caressed my leg idly driving me mad with desire.
The two guards stood near the head of the bed gazing at my nudity as I writhed in overwrought sexual torment.
It was delightful.
“And cut!” The director called.
“Reset, back to ones!” The First Ad shouted and the guards untied me, their eyes trying not to stare at my nudity but unable to stop.
We did that exact same scene five times but each times the King’s touch grew more brazen. By the third take he was groping my breasts and then dancing fingers fell right onto my pussy the forth take.
Just like the day before he didn’t actually put a finger inside me but merely cupped my sex with his hand to make it look like he was. I thrust my hips up at him desperate to get a finger on my burning clit but he managed to maintain contact with my pubic mound without touching my vulva at all. It was terrible.
The guards were behaving themselves even if the King wasn’t but when we walked to our starting point ready to make our entrance for the fifth time I whispered to them.
“Hey guys, go ahead and take advantage of the Princess on this take. You can put your hands anywhere you want if you think the King wouldn’t catch you.”
They looked at me and then glanced at each other.
The King reminded them in his deep voice “The King usually gives his women to his favourite guards after he is finished with them…”
I grinned the Princess’ wicked grin at them. “There, you see.”
This time as the men dragged me into the room I struggled more to kiss and lick them, to rub my body on them in ways to inflame them. I was shameless in my need for sexual contact and the men both allowed their hands to roam over my flesh and grope me inappropriately.
It took slightly longer to get me onto the bed as the men indulged themselves. Then as they put me on the bed I didn’t struggle at all but rather attempted to seduce them with pathetic kisses and animal rubbing.
While they were distracted by tying my hands I managed to squirm around so that my bare sex was in fact pressing against something that felt an awful lot like an erection inside the one mans costume.
The other guard held me down, using both hands to press me to the bed. One hand ‘accidentally’ landed right on my breast and he coped a feel as the held me immobile so his partner could unwrap my legs from his waist.
I whimpered my disappointment as my sex disengaged from the rigid something in his pants. Using my leg to caress his arms as he tried to tie my ankles to the bed I also arched my back and lifted my breast to the hand cupping it. Fingers caressed the soft flesh of my chest and I moaned gratefully.
But then I was fully bound and the men stepped away allowing the King to observe my naked helplessness.