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 moved his camp and his gang of ill-doers into the outer district, which now belonged to him. The lion's share of the Silken City's population resided in the outer district. There were no longer guards posted at any of the gates leading into the city. Meanwhile, the number of guards at middle district gates had grown greatly in number. Anthony had swiftly abandoned lost ground and taken steps to reinforce his remaining territory.
Vice Criminal Goren and other notables among his collection of magnificent bastards had been enraged when he told them there would be no violent takeover. They demanded recompense. Dread told them the laws in the outer district were now the same as they were in the Dark Lands. The only law was to recognize Dread as monarch and obey his orders. Whatever criminal actions they wanted to take were fair game. His words pacified them and allowed Dread to focus on other things.
A large house, a mansion by all accounts and the largest in the outer district, appealed to Dread as a potential home. He claimed the house as his with pets and new toy in tow.
The current occupants of the mansion didn't take kindly to his appropriation of their home. They were high ranking members of the Golden Sun Church which Dread didn't care for at all.
The high almoner protested greatly when Dread threw him out on his ass. "You heathen," the old man hissed. "You will regret crossing the Golden Sun Church."
"I do not recognize your religion," Dread said coldly. "I suggest you leave the Silken City. I cannot offer you any protections. Your contributions will be taxed at a rate of a hundred, no, a hundred and ten percent."
"A hundred and ten?" the old man spluttered. Dread slammed the door in his face.
Dread invited several infamous criminals among the Dark Lands citizens to live with him. Wreven rejected his offer of living in the mansion, stating he didn't like to sleep under a roof. A wild land barbarian through and through.
After disposing of the many ceremonial robes, candles, scriptures, and incense in the drawers of his new room, Dread set about breaking in his new toy.
Aelodi became catatonic in the time between her father giving her up and moving into the new quarters. Elaxia held the once-proud princess upright with a hand gripping her white blonde hair.
When Dread approached her, Aelodi grew animated and started fighting Elaxia. She was quite the handful. Completely unbroken, despite her lack of resistance. Dread slapped her hard across the cheek, leaving a red mark. The princess stared at him in shock.
"Enough of that, toy," he said. He started by unstrapping her fine silver breastplate and tossing it aside. "You won't need armor anymore. Your days of playing pretend are over."
"You only have me a month," Aelodi said defiantly. "You have no chance of breaking my spirit."
Dread sneered at her attitude. Her resistance made things more fun, certainly.
He ripped her fine buttoned shirt sending buttons flying in every direction and threw the damaged apparel aside. Aelodi's breath grew frantic, her breasts heaving inside her bra, and Dread quickly disposed of that as well. With her breasts free, Aelodi's cheeks flushed and she covered her nipples with small, fair hands. Dread yanked down the princess's trousers revealing white stringed panties.
Kneeling so his face was only inches from her warm snatch, Dread slowly teased the string of her panties down. He enjoyed the way the string stretched around her jutting, pert butt cheeks, and savored the sight of her shaved sex. The girl appeared unsure how to cover herself. She used an arm to try and shelter her exposed breasts while another hand shot down to protect her sex.
Dread stood back and laughed at her. Elaxia joined in, cruelly expressing enjoyment at the princess who wasn't sure how to defend her modesty.
"What is so funny?" Aelodi snarled. Her pretty eyebrows furrowed.
"It's funny you think you'll be allowed to cover yourself," Dread said.
Her entire face flushed a deep shade of crimson.
"You don't get it," Dread said. "You aren't a princess anymore. You're not a grand tactician, or a trade officer, or whatever other titles you begged daddy for. You're a fuckdoll. A slut. A toy for men."
Aelodi flinched at every word he branded her with, her mouth working silently.
Dread stepped up to Aelodi so his eyes were only inches from hers. Her irises were honey brown, tinged with auburn, and they were stunningly beautiful. The girl danced back from Dread. He chased her. Her bare rear end bumped into a wall. She'd run out of ground. He'd caught her.
A thrill shot through Dread as he thought of ways to make her move her hands. He reached out with his index finger and stuck it into her mouth. "Your mouth isn't for talking or expressing your idiotic thoughts," he said. She bared her teeth as if to bite but her lip trembled.
"Bite me and I'll make you regret it," he warned her. "I'll make you drink nothing but piss for the rest of the month." The girl's eyes widened with fear and she relaxed her jaw.
He traced the inside of her cheeks. Her soft mouth was warm and wet, the perfect place to stick his cock. He pushed his index finger down her throat, tickling her tonsils, and she gagged. Her hands shot up to push his finger away. He grabbed her wrists and slammed them into the wall above her head.
Aelodi shied away from him, closing her eyes and trembling. He leaned in and licked her gorgeous face, starting at the base of her chin and ending near her hairline.
"Ew," she said.
