The once proud Golden General, stripped down to only her helmet and a stiff leather collar, was lead naked and crawling on all fours through the gathered throng of Dragon Army Soldiers. The haughty elf princess was made to crawl like a bitch as she was pulled along by the leash fastened to her collar, navigating pass the boots of hooting and whistling soldiers who bombarded her with catcalls and lewd suggestions. To complete the allusion that the once proud Golden General and Princess Royal of Qualinost was a bitch, the soldiers had rammed a flog handle up her arse so that dangling strips of leather lashes acted as a tail.
The erstwhile lady commander of the Whitestone forces flushed in shame as she was forced to crawl her way through the crowd of delighted soldiers, all too aware of how she must look with her big brazenly bared breasts dangling and swaying like a pair vine ripened melons underneath her, and the taut globes of her upturned ass rubbing against each other and against the leather wrapped handle of the flog jammed into her ass.
Eventually her degrading dog crawl through the mocking soldiers came to an end as she was lead to the Dragon Highmaster who had trapped her forces and defeated her. The Highmaster had a hard, brutish face with hard lines of a veteran campaigner, and a set of impressive scars, typical of a sell sword, lined his dark-skinned face. He was shaved bald, which along with his dark skin, further hinted at his Nordmariaan Heritage. His nose was blunt, and slightly bent at the bridge, a result of an improperly healed injury. Dark unrelenting eyes stared down at Laurana. Under his booted feet, to the captive elf maid’s shame, was the Whitestone banner, desecrated and laid out.
Laurana’s leash was handed to the Highmaster, who used it to pull the crawling elfess onto the fallen banner of her defeated army. The once proud Golden General, lewdly stripped with her whole body brazenly bared, was made to humiliatingly wait on her hands and knees by her conquering foe’s booted feet like his eager bitch, with her upturned face right under his crotch, awaiting his pleasure. With a sickening feeling the erstwhile Lady Commander of the Whitestone army realized that she would be desecrated just like the banner she was on.
- This is a scene from my story for this month's contest on Naked Blades. It was a bit weird but thoroughly thrilling experience to see the manner in which the visual and verbal, two arms that are the manifestation of my naughtiness, cyclically and reciprocally fed off of each other. The story ideas and initial writing inspired this pic which in turn lead to more writing. Unfortunately, the story is still a hot mess, and not in a naughty way that I wanted :/