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 sat at a grand desk in his new home's study and read the day's notes. With Vice Criminal Goren's help, he formed a decent circle of spies and informants within the Silken City. Goren had operated his gang for years before he was forced to flee, and according to the man, it had been a cinch to re-establish his old network.
Helping himself to the bursting coffers of the Damned Citadel meant Dread had a fortune with which to establish himself in the Silken City. His parents had been frugal with coin and so had Dread. Most of the things he desired didn't cost coin, but here, in a real city, coin went a long way. A secure vault at the Damned Citadel served as his treasury. Because of the wards preventing portal magic in the Silken City, he walked outside the walls, opened a portal to his treasury, got what he needed, and returned. The entire endeavor took only half an hour of his time.
The informants reports confirmed that King Anthony had withdrawn all city guards from the outer district. Most of the guard were now posted at the gates of the middle district.
The people of his new holdings, the outer district, were confused and scared. Dread's criminal host from the Dark Lands had already caused mayhem in the short hours since he'd taken control. Only a night and half a morning had passed and already he'd heard reports of stabbings, extortion, hostile takeover, and mass rapes. He didn't care. The Silken City might not have been directly responsible for what happened to his parents but they'd been complicit. They had done nothing while their king betrayed good people.
Dread supposed he should've felt at least a tinge of conscience over the many reports of violence but he simply didn't. Guilt wasn't something he experienced very often anymore. Perhaps, at some point, he would be forced to confront an angry mob of outer district citizens but he was in no rush to deal with the people's malcontent. Unless an uprising happened, he wouldn't lose any sleep.
The most interesting letter remained in Dread's hand and he read it once more. A number of merchant princes had reached out through proxies and were interested in meeting with him. That made sense. Dread had cemented his place as a new major influence within the Silken City and the merchant princes cared only for profit. Of course they wished to meet with him and infer his intentions. Earlier that morning, he instructed Elaxia to invite the merchant princes to his home. He would hear their concerns and learn how he might use their greed to further his own ambitions.
Dread closed his eyes and sighed. His ownership over the outer district came with so many issues and responsibilities but all he really wanted to be doing was breaking Aelodi. Currently, the princess had her ankles chained to her bed and Elaxia had charmed the girl to ceaselessly touch herself. The fun part came with Elaxia's second enchantment which made orgasm impossible. Dread chuckled as he imagined how frustrated the princess must be. She'd been jilling for hours without experiencing any relief.
The mage king rose and left his study. He'd dealt with everything urgent and wanted to torment his toy. Moans interspersed with groans of frustration were audible from the hallway as he walked towards her bedroom.
Completely nude, Aelodi's glorious body was on display, her hand rubbing her sex furiously.
Pussy juice from the princess had stained the entirety of the sheets between her legs and her eyes were wild with desperation.
"You," she said shakily as Dread entered. "Please stop this."
Dread laughed. "What's wrong, princess?"
Aelodi's fingers teased her clit feverishly but withdrew as her moans grew in intensity. She cursed in frustration. "This is torture," she complained.
"That's the idea, idiot," Dread said.
He undid her ankle shackles and nodded at Elaxia. His pet enchantress lifted the charms placed upon the over-stimulated girl, freeing her of the compulsion to masturbate and allowing climax once more. Aelodi's brown eyes widened and her hand shot between her legs, trying to bring release.
Dread snatched her hands and forced them behind her back.
"Bad girl," he said.
"No," Aelodi cried. "What are you doing? Let me finish."
"Listen to that pets," Dread said ruefully. "The princess whore is begging to cum."
Elaxia laughed at the fidgeting girl. "I thought royalty were supposed to be dignified."
Aelodi screwed up her face and hung her head. He bound her wrists behind her back with leather cuffs.
"I hate you," she said to Dread.
Dread wound a leather collar around the princess' fair neck and tightened the buckle. He attached a lead to the collar and yanked. Aelodi stumbled within reach. He squeezed her naked body against him and shoved his tongue down her throat. Aelodi melted in his arms for a moment before growing stiff and pulling away.
"I'm not doing anything until you let me finish," she said.
The princess yelped as he grabbed her chin in an tight grip. He squished her cheeks and then spat in her face. A thick glob of spit dripped off her delicate nose.
"Why? Just why?" Aelodi said. Her voice sounded hurt. "Do you like being mean to me?"
Dread ignored the princess and yanked her leash, leading her out of the bedroom and down the stairs of his new mansion home. Serving people worked busily in the background, easily found and hired, and they whispered to each other as he lead the naked princess through their midst. Scandalized eyes flicked towards the princess who was reluctantly trailing him.
Aelodi tried to resist by dragging her heels. The leash tightened so Dread yanked hard.
"Aahk," the princess wheezed.
The pressure on her neck forced her to follow. It didn't take too long for her to learn and she started anticipating his movements to avoid being choked.
Dread entered his study. A foot-tall religious idol caught his attention as an eyesore and he promptly picked it up and tossed it on the floor, shattering the intricate carving beneath his boot.
"That's bad luck," Aelodi said, "You'll earn the ire of the Gods."
"Worry about yourself, slut," he snapped.
He sat at his desk. The desk faced a long, rectangular table that filled the central space of the room, suited for guests. The merchant princes would be arriving soon.
He signaled at an elderly woman who served as his head servant and she bent knee in a deep curtsy.
"Yes, my lord?" she asked.
"What's your name again?" Dread asked. He'd asked earlier but her name simply slipped out of his mind. She didn't seem offended.
"Griselina, my lord," the old maid said.
"I'm expecting guests. Welcome them when they arrive, show them here, and bring them refreshments," he said.
"Of course, my lord," the old woman said. "What of your--" the woman's words trailed off as she studied the princess.
