Corruption of Princesses/Elsa and Anna : First day : Trying the stocks again
From Create Your Own Story
Anna moves over to the stocks now that she knows more how it works and lean forward, placing her head in the headslot and her wrist at the right level. The smith gulp down as he watches her goes before slowly bringing the stocks down, clipping it in place and locking it in.
Anna " Ah you're right.. this is much different. I still can't move but this is bearable." she adds again.
The smith nods " Glad you're enjoying yourself." he says absent-mindly. He sure is. Even if his cock is raging into his pants from the visual torture of the second-born princess lewdly locked in a stocks before him.
"Oh right. What about my feet ?"
"You want me to lock them up as well ?" he asks, no longer surprised at this point.
"Sure. Why not ?"
The smith can't find a reason not to. Or more like he don't want to find a reason not to. He moves behind Anna, seeing her naked form from behind and kneel behind her, gulping hard. From this position, he gets a nice view of her royal flower. It's flawless, perfect and pink and because of the torches, he can catch a glimpse of the natural moisture on the outer lips. He bite his lower lips hard as she suddenly wiggles her butt and sway her legs.
"Well ?"
"Oh right" he remembers he was supposed to lock her and reaches for her ankles. He gently takes them and guide them into the leg-slot of the bottom extension, parting her legs of about 80 degree. She lifts her legs to help him place them and he then locks the stocks around it, preventing her from closing them again. He looks back up, looking between her legs again with lust as it's now compeltely exposed and presented to him. He climbs back up, his lustful glares falling onto her perfect round ass that's squeezed shuts and hides her asshole from him.
"Hrm.. " she struggles and wiggle a bit against the instruments and nods."Okay I definately understand how this works now."
She smiles and enjoy herself for some reason. "So what happened to prisoners after that ?" she asks, her curiousity endless.
The smith sits nearby, rubbing the sweat off his forhead."It depends I think. Some of them are left like this for awhile but others are tortured"
