Revenge: Princess Downfall

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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Most of the merchant princes visited Dread by the end of the following day. They were eager to meet after Vallim and the others spread word of Princess Aelodi's new role as a cum toilet.

Princess Aelodi got face fucked and Dread was able to learn about the merchant princes. They were concerned how his rule would effect their businesses and were willing to pledge loyalty if he protected them from the villains he brought with him. By the end of the second day, he'd secured pledges of loyalty from twelve of twenty merchant princes.

Dread knew too well that King Anthony would likely send men under his control to try and infiltrate his mansion and learn his intentions. Elaxia's lie-seeing charm helped with that. So far, none of the merchants had lied when they swore never to betray him or pass on information to his enemies.

A new merchant prince stood in front of him. This man came alone, and even more suspiciously, refused to fuck Princess Aelodi's throat. Dread asked him to say the pledge of loyalty.

"What do I need to say?" the finely-dress man asked. His name was Wraine and he dealt in iron and steel.

"Swear you will never betray me or pass on information to my enemies," Dread said. "Simple."

Aelodi knelt naked save for her collar at Dread's side. Her mind was elsewhere.

The man shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then spoke. "I swear to never betray you or pass on information to your enemies," he said.

Black smoke puffed around his lying lips and Dread pointed at him.

"Viyana," he said. "Kill this man."

Wraine drew back in fear, eyes widening. "What? But why?"

"You're lying to me," he said.

"How?" He asked. There was a blur and the flash of steel. Wraine's head toppled from his shoulders and bounced off the floor.

Aelodi screamed and grabbed at Dread's leg. He set her straight with a swift smack to her tit.

Viyana stood beside Wraine's collapsing, headless body and flicked her sword to the side. She sheathed her blade.

"I never get tired of watching you do that," he said.

Viyana turned and favored him with a pleased smile. "I'm happy, master."

Dread rose and rang a bell hanging from the wall. A network of bells ran throughout the house and when he rang one, the others echoed the chime. Griselina arrived swiftly in an unhurried walk. Dread wondered how she managed to be so quick so effortlessly.

"Yes, my lord?" the old maid asked.

"Clean up this mess," he said, gesturing at the headless corpse. "I'm going out."

Dread pulled on Aelodi's leash and she followed him out of the meeting room and into the central hall of his home. He handed the princess's leash to Elaxia. "Clean her and do her makeup up pretty. Dress her in the outfit that arrived this morning. The one I bought from Galvin. I want my toy looking her best for tonight."

"Yes master," Elaxia said with a slight incline of her head.

"For tonight?" Aelodi asked, anxious. "What's tonight?"

"We're going out," he told her, leering at the trembling girl.

"Oh no," Aelodi breathed.

"Oh yes."

Elaxia lead Aelodi away and out of sight to carry out his instructions.

Dread went to the master bedroom and put on his best clothes. Black pants, black shirt, black cloak, black boots. His outfit was missing something.

Dread pulled on a black hat with a flat brim. That completed the outfit. He nodded in satisfaction.

Soft hands wrapped around him from behind. Long ago, this might have given him a scare but he'd grown accustomed to Viyana's spontaneous touch.

"Master," she whispered in his ear. "I've missed you."

Viyana had come to expect his frequent attention. Dread turned around and caressed Viyana's pale cheek. "Apologies pet. I've been busy."

Viyana leaned in and rubbed her face against his. His shade was easily the most deadly, lethal killer he'd ever known but she could be so gentle. She planted kisses on his neck and took his hands in hers. Guiding his hands, she placed them on her tight, leather-bound butt. Her mouth found his and she softened submissively in his arms. Viyana craved for someone to take control of her and use her. None were her equal in a fight and she desperately wanted someone strong to overpower her.

Dread aggressively plunged his tongue deep in her mouth. Viyana moaned softly and rubbed herself against him. Reaching down, he unzipped her leather bodysuit and freed her lithe, pale body. She stood before him, skin as pale as milk, black lips parted and panting with desire. She wore nothing except a pair of black, lacy panties. Viyana neglected to wear a bra, and seeing how perky her pale breasts were, he thought she didn't need one.

"You're such a good girl," he told her. He pushed her down on the bed and straddled her middle.

"Master," Viyana said huskily. "I've been bad. Not good."

Viyana was the best girl but she didn't want that from him. No, doubtless after watching him torment Aelodi, Viyana wanted him to dominate her.

"Viyana," he said sternly. "You've been very naughty."

She squirmed underneath him and ran her scarred hands up his middle.

"You need to remember your place," he said harshly. He slapped her tits as hard as he could. The small, tight mounds of her breasts jiggled from side to side like pendulums. Viyana squealed in pleasure.

"Oh master," she breathed. "What will you do with this filthy whore? I was supposed to be guarding your back but I kept fantasizing about your dick."

"You need to be punished," he said, feigning strictness.

Dread slipped her panties down her long, toned legs. Choking her, he pushed open her knees. After freeing his cock from his pants, he pushed his hardness up inside her. Viyana's wet pussy accommodated his length eagerly.

There was a knock at the door.

"Master?" Elaxia asked. "May I enter?"

Dread focused all his aggression on Viyana. She needed this and he owed her. As her master, he would do everything and anything he could to keep her satisfied.

He picked up her black panties and shoved them past her back lacquered lips as he pummeled her sex. She moaned happily, eyes squeezing shut, thick eyelashes fluttering.

The door opened but Dread paid no mind. He flipped Viyana around so her round butt pointed up and he slapped her cheeks as hard as he could. His pet assassin moaned and the panties fell out of her mouth. Dread picked them up and jammed the lacy underwear inside her lips again.

"Bad," he said as his palm struck her butt again. "Naughty, filthy girl." He punctuated every word with hard spanks that stung his hand.

Viyana trembled underneath him. Dread parted her fine cheeks and pointed his cock towards her tight rear hole. He ruthlessly fucked her ass while choking her. The rougher, the more painful he made the sex, the more Viyana would enjoy it.

His pet let loose a muffled scream as she came. He pulled her pale, naked back against him, wrapping his tongue around hers in a passionate kiss. He'd scratched her itch but now there were other things to do.

"I love you master," Viyana whispered. Her pale purple eyes were warm with affection.

"You really are a good girl," he told her. He planted a peck on her nose and then rose, putting his dick back in his pants.

"What about you, master?" Viyana asked. "You haven't finished."

"That's okay pet," he told her. "I did this for you."

Viyana's mouth drew into a stubborn line but he just patted her on the head, smoothing her raven black hair.

"Get dressed," he told her. "We're going out."

Viyana jumped to follow his command. She climbed into her bodysuit and pulled black leather over her pale, smooth skin.

Dread turned and found Elaxia watching with a smirk, the lead to Aelodi's leash held in her hand. The princess was gaping in surprise at his pet assassin.

"She wants that?" Aelodi asked. Her fair eyebrows rose almost into her white blonde hairline.

"Of course," Viyana said. "I crave my master's touch. It'd been too long." She zipped her bodysuit up to her slim neck and scowled at the princess. "You've been getting far too much of master's attention lately."

Elaxia approached Dread and leaned in for a soft kiss. "I hope you'll fuck me too, master. Soon."

Dread sighed. His pets were attention-hungry creatures but he needed to satisfy them. They were his constant companions but more importantly they were potent weapons.

"You're all perverts," Aelodi declared. "Gross, disgusting people."

"Rich coming from the slut who came from being treated like a toilet." The princess spluttered angrily, face growing red with shame. Dread accepted the lead attached to Aelodi's collar from Elaxia and yanked it. "Let's go."

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Dread lead Aelodi through the dark streets of the outer district at night. Elaxia had dressed up the whore just as he'd commanded. The princess wore an elegant dress, suited to her station. The piece cost him a handful of coin. Red silk clung to her arousing physique like a second skin. The hem ended two inches above the princess's knees and revealed her shapely thighs as she walked. The princess stepped stiffly and awkwardly in the high heels on her feet. A v-shaped neckline teased the bulging crease of Aelodi's cleavage.

She wore golden hooped earrings that glimmered in torchlight. Her lovely, intoxicating brown eyes were outlined with black mascara, and blue eyeshadow gave her an exotic appearance. The collar remained around her delicate throat but Dread had removed her wrist shackles. The princess massaged her wrists and worked them in circles, doubtless stiff after many hours bound. She would need use of her hands for what he had planned tonight.

Many citizens of the outer district stopped and turned to stare as he paraded the royal beauty through their midst.

"How did you get them? Aelodi asked him. She'd mastered the technique of walking while leashed and no longer needed to be choked to ensure she went the way he wished.

"What?" he asked.

"Your pets," she said. "The girl with always-changing hair and eyes. And the one with the sword."

"We've been together a long time," he said. "I've known Viyana since we were young. She's been my shade almost as long as I can remember."

"Are you going to do to me what you did to her?" Aelodi asked, tone scared. "Will you twist me until I beg for you?"

"No," he said coldly. "I love Viyana. I respect her. She's a peerless assassin and a prized pet." He said this for Viyana even if it wasn't wholly true. Dread didn't really love anyone. "You're just fuckable trash. You have no noteworthy skills. You are good for nothing besides drawing seed from men's cocks. I'll teach you this tonight."

Aelodi went silent and he saw tears in her eyes though she tried to hide them by looking away. Dread scowled. "If you cry, I'll beat you black and blue. Elaxia didn't do your makeup for you to mess it up."

The princess stopped walking. He tugged on her leash but she refused to move.

"You're despicable," she said. Her sadness had been replaced by rage. "I hate you. You're the worst, lowest, most foul man I've ever met."

Dread rounded on her and snarled. "Keep walking slut." She drew back from his fierce gaze and swallowed a lump in her throat. When he next tugged on her leash, she followed.

Before long, they reached their destination. A tavern in the outer district called the Last Drop. Sounds of merriment and excitement came from within. A man sicked up on the street outside while a friend patted his back. Music and rough voices filled his ears as Dread pulled Aelodi through the door.