Revenge Princess Downfall Ch 04

Warning: This is a very dark story containing many disturbing themes such as noncon, humiliation, degradation, corruption, sexual slavery, misogyny, sadomasochism and more. Do not read this story unless you are okay with extreme content relating to the listed themes.

I do not condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. Sexual fantasies can be a fun and safe way to explore fetishes but always treat real people with respect. Fantasize responsibly. ^^

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Dread settled into his private chambers atop the tallest spire of the Damned Citadel. He let out a laugh. An infectious and genuine smile graced his face. It'd been a long time since he felt so good. The image of the princess squirming in his grip replayed in his mind, interwoven with the look of fear on Anthony's face.

"Amazing," Elaxia said. "Well done master. You were most impressive!"

"I placed a brand on the princess's neck when I grabbed her," Dread said. "Come and see."

Viyana appeared from nowhere as she was wont to do and the three of them huddled around a crystal ball set on a table. Dread activated the brand. The princess wouldn't notice. It might itch, but nothing more. They had a view of Aelodi and Anthony rushing through Wreven's camp.

An odd mix of alarm and anger shaded Aelodi's lovely face.

"Father," she said.

Anthony ignored her, his face steel, and he mounted a royal stallion. She mounted her own horse.

"Father," she said again.

He ignored her and booted his horse into motion. She followed. After a swift ride, they reached the main army's camp. The king leapt off his horse and raced towards a tent much nicer than those around it. The princess stepped fast to follow. She chased him into the tent.

"Father!" she said, louder.

"What?" the king snapped. "Are you seeking to embarrass us more?"

The princess fidgeted with the scabbard of her sword. "He scared me."

"He's nothing like his old fool of a father," Anthony said. He rounded on the princess. "You did not help matters. I was trying to be diplomatic but your outbursts put an end to that!"

The princess hung her head. "I'm sorry."

"No matter," he said. He sighed and went to his daughter, stroking her hair affectionately. "I'm sorry Aelodi. You're young and still learning matters of diplomacy."

He lifted her delicate chin with a crooked finger and smiled. "You'll grow into greatness. You have so much potential."

Aelodi beamed up at her father and rocked him back a step with a big hug. "I love you daddy."

"I love you too, sweetness," Anthony said. He ended the embrace and placed hands on his daughter's shoulders. "There's nothing to worry about. I can beat him. He won't expect us to attack right away. The whole of our forces are here on the plains. At dawn, we'll make for his citadel and rout him."

Aelodi nodded and grew surly. Her small hand tightened to a fist. "I hate him."

"He has no army," Anthony said.

"He's despicable," Aelodi said.

"We will break his defenses if we bring more men," Anthony said.

"How dare he say that to me," Aelodi snarled.

They were speaking past each other almost as if they were having two different conversations.

Dread laughed out loud and squeezed Viyana. "They're making this so easy."

"They're coming," Elaxia said. "Do you have a plan, master?"

"Of course," Dread said.

"What are you going to do?" Elaxia asked.

"Shh," Viyana said. "Master doesn't need to explain."

"I'd like to know," Elaxia said. Her cherry red eyes were wide with concern.

Viyana hugged Dread and nestled her head under his chin. He turned to Elaxia. "Don't worry, pet. I have everything under control."

The windows fogged and a humid stench rolled over Dread. The air stank of sex. His mind filled with the most sick, depraved fantasies. Things he suddenly wanted to do to Elaxia and Viyana. Acts that would break them inside and out. He pulled away from his pets and stood on weary legs.

"Leave me," he said harshly. "Now."

The two women obeyed him without question and left his study. He didn't want them present for the visit of an ancient evil god. Especially when that god was Eloth, god of Corruption.

Eloth manifested wetly in front of Dread. A seething, spherical mass of phallic appendages wrapped around a darting eye. The god possessed no mouth. Many tongues, but no mouth. Despite lacking a mouth, the god spoke directly into Dread's mind with a squelching voice like wet socks in water-logged boots.

"Dreadhex," Eloth oozed. "You move closer to our goal."

"Of course," Dread said. "I'm just as invested in this as you."

"Not quite," Eloth said. "But you are a good servant."

Dread didn't consider himself anyone's servant but he had asked Eloth to gift him power in exchange for fulfilling a pact. Vakiir, the god of rage, had formed a pact with Dread as well but the gods were very different. Just from sharing space with Eloth, Dread's cock hardened as perverse, deviant thoughts entered his mind unbidden.

"Do not fail to fulfill our agreement," Eloth said, "or it will be your innocence I ruin." The giant, phallus-wrapped eye swiveled to look out the door where his pets had left only moments earlier. "Perhaps I will corrupt those girls you hold so close, if you fail."

Dread grated his teeth, temper rising. "I will not fail," he said sharply. "My pets are not for you to twist. They belong to me."

"Very well," Eloth said. "Spread my corruption or suffer the consequences, Dreadhex."

The ancient god of corruption vanished but not with a puff of smoke or a rush of air. The god simply ceased to occupy the space in front of him. Dread sighed and fell back in his bed. His libido had been sent into overdrive by the God, but as time passed, the extreme, violent urges faded.

He needed no other motivation beyond revenge for carrying out his plan against King Anthony, but if he did, protecting his pets from the corrupting gaze of Eloth would do.

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At dawn, as the sun lit the sky with rays of orange, Dread opened a portal to the wild lands, just ahead of where he knew the Golden Lands army would be marching. He saw everything, heard every detail of every plan, through the crystal ball thanks to the brand he placed on Princess Aelodi.

Dread stood on the field waiting. A lined mass of men in golden and silver armor appeared on the horizon and drew closer. Countless soldiers in expensive, heavy armor. Cavalry sat atop white warhorses. Arches held fine bows. Laborers dragged war machines from trebuchets to battering rams. A scout on horseback saw him and whirled around, kicking back to the front lines. Trumpets sounded and a new man approached on horseback. The man rode up close and asked Dread who he was and what he wanted.

"I'm Dread," he said. "Tell the princess and king I want to hand myself over for capture."

Elaxia gasped and clutched at Dread. "Master, no!" He gave her a distracted pat on the head.

The messenger rode off without another word. Dread's plan depended on separating the royals from their army but he had a strong sense that it would work. The golden family were arrogant and they wouldn't hesitate to approach a lone monarch with only a few companions. He was sure they would take the bait.

Half an hour or so later, a small company of soldiers on horses rode up and stopped a safe distance away from him. At their head, Princess Aelodi sat on a small brown mare and Anthony on a white stallion. A platoon of soldiers accompanied them.

"A foolish mistake boy," Anthony said.

"Giving up?" Aelodi scoffed. She looked down at Dread and flashed him a saccharine smile. "You're all talk. Pathetic."

A few soldiers dismounted and strode forward, bringing shackles. They really thought he would just let himself get captured.

Dread laughed until tears ran from his eyes.

"Gross, he's ugly and insane," Aelodi said. "I can't wait to train him to be the perfect, docile servant. Maybe I'll have him lick the floors clean." Her eyes gleamed with amusement.

"You might be different from your father," Anthony said, "but the rules of war remain the same. Might is right, boy. We have an army and you don't."

"What you don't seem to understand is," Dread said, "I don't need an army. I am an army."

The king's eyes widened. Aelodi arched one of her lovely eyebrows.

Dread closed his eyes and called on Vakiir, the god of rage. Dark energy coursed through him, soul deep, corrupting everything good about him, twisting it, snuffing out goodness and light. King Anthony shouted commands and his small attachment of soldiers charged. Viyana dashed through them, blade whirring.

He heard foul incantations in guttural tongues and smelled ichor mixed with acrid red venom. Esoteric, forbidden runes glowed in his vision as if imprinted on his eyes.

A soldier's head struck ground, cloven free from his shoulders by Viyana's blade.

Dread's vision shook violently as reality frayed. A portal opened in the sky over the Golden Lands army. A rapidly expanding crackling orange circle that clawed away pale blue and vaporized clouds.

A titanic burning fist descended through the portal and punched the ground. The impact rattled Dread's eardrums and he howled with elation. A plume of liquid flame rose into the sky where the center of the army had been. Waves of boiling sirocco air burst out from the impact. Men were thrown miles, flesh and bone lifted from the ground, dissolving to ash in the scorching wind. Dancing tornadoes of flame swallowed entire companies of soldiers and blood boiled into red mist. The ground itself shattered, rent in two, and thousands screamed as they were swallowed by chasm depths.

Another fist struck the earth like a lightning strike and another and another. The smell of seared flesh grew so thick and heavy it invaded Dread's nostrils. Meat smoke and fumes from armor melted to slag clouded the air like dense fog.

The grasslands transformed into a blasted wasteland. Dread had sent five fists into five sections of Anthony's army. An army the betrayer king had been so proud of. An army that no longer existed.

Vakiir roared with bloodthirsty satisfaction in his mind and Dread saw the god rendered as if real. An enormous demon wreathed in flame, muscles bulging, a goat's head with seven eyes topping a humanoid body with skin like obsidian.

"What have you done?" Anthony breathed. His eyes were wide, horrified, and Dread feasted on the man's pain.

The platoon of soldiers that accompanied the two royals had been eviscerated by Viyana. Cleanly sliced pieces of their bodies littered the ground.

Dread grabbed Anthony by the scruff of his fine cloak and yanked him off his horse. He punched the king in the face and felt the man's noble nose crack beneath his knuckles. Anthony crumpled.

"For my parents," he screamed at the man on the ground.

"Father!" Aelodi cried. She knelt by Anthony's side, coughing from the smoke, eyes running with tears.

"Let's go, princess," he said. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from her unconscious father. She kicked and struggled but was helpless in his grip.

"Let me go!" she shrieked.

"It's time for another negotiation," Dread declared. He opened a portal back to Wreven's camp and dragged the princess through. Viyana carried the senseless form of the king. Elaxia's eyes were wide with awe. He spared a final look at the decimated armies of the Golden Lands and let the portal wink out.