1. #3
Nala would make it her personal mission to ruin Adriana, to destroy her life and it get that she wouldn’t be able to get a job serving tables after this. In all of her years, she had never suffered such treatment at the hands of anyone!
“Well, we’re getting low on time so let’s see if we can find something that works.” Adriana turned back to the closet.
Nala only glared, wishing that the slave trade was still alive in Muzzaria so she could sell the Brazilian woman into a life of bondage.
There was a knock on the door, causing Nala’s heart to skip a beat, and a moment later, she heard Balal’s voice on the other side.
“Your majesty, how are things going?” He asked.
“Hlllp! Blllhhhll! Hhllp mmhh!” Nala cried through her gag.
Her heart was pounding against her chest but she was also feeling something else, hope. If Balal saw how Adriana was treating her, he wouldn’t stand for it. The bodyguard would be out the door in no time.
A moment later the door knob turned, and Balal stepped in.
“Hmmmph! Mmmmmph mmmhh! Hhhhhllpp mmmhh!” Nala gestured to Adriana with her head.
Balal stared at the bound and gagged princess, and then his eyes turned to the bodyguard, and back to Nala. Adriana stood in the closet doorway, her jaw agape. Nala stared at the bodyguard in triumph.
Bet you don’t know what to do now! She would smile if her mouth wasn’t filled with the cloth from the gag.
“Oh…” Balal stared at Nala, as if searching for the adequate words to describe the situation.
“Ummm hmm! Umm hmm!” She beckoned him over with her head once again.
“I see she’s been… uncooperative.” Balal turned to Adriana, who smiled at him.
“Very, I thought some quiet time would do her some good.” The Bodyguard beamed.
“Whhhtt!” Nala cried.
Is he okay with this?
“You must be so confused.” He smiled and strolled over to the princess.
“Umm hmmph!” She pouted.
Balal took a seat in a chair across from Nala and crossed his legs.
“You see, when discussing your conduct, your father and I thought that… certain measures must be taken.” He began.
“Whhhtt!”
“In the old days, certain… methods… were used whenever a woman proved to be too… indignant…”
“Ummm ggghhhddd…” Nala rolled her eyes.
“Your father and I thought it best that if you were not to conduct yourself in the manner seen of royalty, then we must resort to the old methods of showing you discipline.”
“Hrrrmmm bbbrrmmm ggrrmm…” She glared at Balal, fuming with anger.
“Adriana here has orders to to use these old methods on you however she sees fit.” Balal gestured to the bodyguard, who nodded in agreement.
“Whhmmmpff!” Nala glared at Adriana, and then back at Balal.
“You see, given your behavior, I’m of a mind to keep you bound and gagged for as long as I want. Unfortunately, the purpose of this mission is to show that Muzzaria has moved on from the past, and parading the princess around in bondage would be frowned upon.”
“Umm hmmph!” Nala spat.
“But, if you continue to make a public ass of yourself, then I will have no choice but to have Adriana here keep you bound and gagged at all times in private until you learn discipline and obedience, do I make myself clear.” He met Nala’s gaze, his eyes filled with icy resolve.
“I said, do I make myself clear?” His tone was firm, that of a man who was resolute in his decision.
Nala glared at him, huffed, and then nodded.
“Good, now, if you promise to behave, I’ll have Nala untie you, and then you will get dressed and attend the charity lunch as planned. If you show that you are willing to perform your royal duties with grace and dignity, then I see no reason to keep you bound and gagged any longer,
but if you stray from that, if you embarrass me or your family any further, then you will spend every free moment struggling in tight bondage, do you understand?”
Nala glared long and hard at Balal. Her hatred for the man had become a deep, black pit inside of her soul.
She could feel the anger welling up inside of her, like a pot well past its boiling point.
She wanted to strike the man so hard that he would be sent back to the archaic times that he clearly yearned for.
But she was also helpless and outnumbered. Despite her struggles, the bonds were too tight, and if Adriana wanted, she could easily overpower the princess and keep her bound and gagged all day and night if she wished. Worse off, these two had the blessing of Nala’s father.
With no other choice, the princess closed her eyes and nodded her head.
“Good,” Balal stood. “Adriana, please free the princess of her bonds.”
The bodyguard nodded, and then approached Nala and reached behind her head to remove the gag.
“If you scream, the gag goes back on.” Adriana warned.
“Don’t worry, she has no one to call out, right princess?” Balal gloated.
“Umm hmmm…” Nala sighed and nodded.
A moment later she let out a long sight of relief as the gag was removed, then a second later Adriana promptly untied her hands and feet. Nala rubbed at her wrists where they were tied as she stood.
“Now get ready, the lunch is in half an hour.” Balal gestured to the closet.
Nala made her way over, then stopped and glared at her two handlers.
“May I have some privacy please while I change.” She asked in her most dignified voice.
Both Bala and Adrian exchanged a glance.
“Where am I going to go?” Nala sighed.
“Fine, you have 15 minutes, then I’m coming in.” Adriana sighed back.
“Fine, yeah, just let me change in peace.” Nala dismissed them with a wave of her hand.
Both Balal and Adriana sighed and stepped out of the room. As he left, Balal gripped the door knob and glared back at her.
“This is the closest you’ll get to seeing me naked, now close the door.” Nala shook her thonged ass at the man.
He glared and closed the door, leaving the princess alone in her home.