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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The next day, Dread allowed the princess a period of rest and recovery, but by mid-morning he decided she'd spent enough time lazing about. He went to her bed to wake her. Following Aelodi's gangbang, Elaxia bathed the princess on Dread's instruction. Despite the bath, when Dread entered her room, the sheets were dark with dampness between the princess's legs. Residual excitement, if he had to guess.

Piercings decorated the princess's small, hard nipples. Dread asked Goren to locate a piercer the previous night when Aelodi had been passed out. A small barbell adorned her tongue. A sparkling blue rhinestone dangled from her belly button.

Dread sat gently on the bed beside her. Sleeping, the blonde princess looked the image of an angel. If he hadn't been there, it might have been hard to believe she'd been treated like such a whore in the tavern.

Hacking back phlegm, Dread spat on her. The princess's face crinkled, but she didn't wake. He spat again. Spit painted her forehead and her cheek. He spat again. This time she groaned, and her eyes fluttered open. He spat at her eye. A gooey wad of saliva caught in her long eyelashes.

"W-what?" the princess said blearily.

"Good morning, slut," Dread said. Reaching out, he smeared his spit across her face. The princess sat up and groaned.

Fully roused from sleep by his cruel affections, Aelodi noticed her nipples and navel. She explored the new piercings with probing fingers, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What is this?" She stuck out her tongue, trying to see it while looking down, but her confusion only deepened.

"A few piercings," Dread said. "They're common among the whores of this city. I wanted you to fit in among your peers."

Aelodi closed her eyes, forlorn over the changes to her body. "I don't like them."

"How unfortunate," Dread said. "You're a renowned whore now. You need to look the part."

Aelodi squeezed the bedsheets at his words. Doubtlessly, she was remembering last night in bits and pieces.

"At the tavern," she began. "What did you make me do?"

"Make you?" Dread asked. "You came yourself senseless."

He chuckled and stroked the folds of her pussy. She was sopping, even just minutes after waking. Despite her steadfast resistance, the sweet princess absorbed his training. The constant mistreatment had planted new, deviant desires deep inside her.

"How many?" Aelodi swallowed, and her eyes gleamed with tears. "How many men did you make me--" she couldn't finish the thought.

"A couple hundred," Dread said with a sneer. "You were begging for more by the end. Many outer district citizens bore witness to your pleading."

Aelodi sniffled into her knees.

"Your reputation is in the gutter, princess," Dread said gleefully. "No one in the Silken City will ever see you as anything but a whore for the rest of your silly little life."

"Father," she said numbly. "He- he was there?"

"Yes, he witnessed your depravity up close and personal," Dread said.

"Did he--?" Aelodi trailed off. She was asking if her father fucked her?

"Would you have liked that?" Dread leered at her. He plunged a finger inside her sex. "Want your daddy's cock?"

"Of course not," Aelodi snapped.

"No, he didn't fuck you, princess. He's in very rare and selective company in that respect."

Aelodi's lip quivered, eyes distant and unfocused. Closer than ever to breaking. Just a little bit more debasement and she would plummet to the depths of depravity, never to rise again.

"Why?" Aelodi said suddenly. Her small hands balled into fists, and she glared at Dread. This sudden surge of defiance excited him. The princess made for far better sport when she acted uppity and indignant. He so enjoyed when she fought him.

"What did I do to deserve this treatment?" she asked. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Dread pushed Aelodi so she fell back, and he climbed on top. He pressed down on her shoulders, and she looked up at him, hurt but rebellious.

"Blame Anthony," Dread said simply. "He betrayed my father. Murdered him. Raped my mother and broke her neck."

"No," Aelodi breathed softly. "He wouldn't."

"He did," Dread said. He grinned down at her. "Your father made me a monster. So, be sure to express your gratitude next time you see him."

"Father's not like you!" Aelodi said, hysterical. "You're lying."

"This one time, I can promise you, I speak only truth," Dread said.

"No," Aelodi said, shaking her head.

"Your father is worse than me," Dread said. "I'm doing this for revenge. He betrayed my parents for greed and ambition."

Aelodi blinked down, and her mouth fell into a frown. "I'm sorry," she said softly. So soft he could barely hear her.

"What?" Dread snapped.

"I'm sorry for what my father did," she said. She looked up at Dread with the most shocking expression. The last emotion he ever expected to find on the face he spat on. She pitied him.

Dread growled and slapped Aelodi across the face. Her head bounced off the mattress. He ripped open his belt, tore off his pants, and drove his cock inside her. Aelodi cried out, tears rolling down her fair cheeks, but gasps of pleasure escaped her parted lips.

"Don't pity me, you filthy slut," he snarled. He wrapped his hands around her dainty neck and mercilessly choked her. The harder she gagged and coughed, the more her pussy tightened around his cock, and he thrust harder. "You relish being treated like a piece of fuck meat. Do not pity me!"

Dread didn't last long. He hadn't experienced any release since the previous night, and witnessing the royal beauty's public degradation had been quite exciting. He filled the princess with his seed, and she jerked beneath him, back arching, face warped by ecstasy.

"This slut needs another bath," Dread said to Elaxia. "Her cunt is leaking."

Rising, Dread turned away from the princess. He refused to meet her honey brown eyes, wanting to avoid her misplaced empathy. Dread left the bedroom without addressing Aelodi further. If she gave him the pity eye again, he'd make her regret it.

He stepped outside shirtless to get some fresh air and check on the carpenter he'd contracted earlier that morning. The diligent worker hammered planks of wood together. Dread hired him to build a pillory outside of his mansion, facing the street. The work was almost complete. After the carpenter finished with the restrictive structure, his next job was to construct a large sign.

Elaxia approached Dread and pressed against him, leaning in to kiss him. She smelled like freshly plucked flower petals. Plumeria, perhaps. The enchantress locked eyes with him as she caressed his face.

"You left Aelodi?" he asked.

"Viyana took over for me," Elaxia explained. "I asked for her help. I desperately long for you. My needs have been neglected." The hot look in Elaxia's purple eyes cast no doubt on which needs she spoke of.

Dread's mind raced, searching for an excuse. He had so many things to be doing, but he needed Elaxia to carry out his plans. She was invaluable, and he needed to make sure she stayed satisfied. All she wanted was his attention. Most men would kill to swap places with him and take responsibility for the lovely enchantress's sexual satisfaction, but revenge had consumed him almost completely. Elaxia was instrumental to his revenge, so he supposed, giving her pleasure qualified as part of his plan to destroy Anthony.

He grunted and pulled Elaxia into a rough, deep kiss. Her body was so soft in his arms, and she clung to him as he pushed his tongue down her throat. His hands found her round, firm ass, and he squeezed, kneading her plump rear end with his fingers. He broke off the kiss and caught her with a firm, controlling grip on her chin.

"Inside," he ordered.

Elaxia's cheeks were flushed, and her lips curved into a dazzling smile. She let him guide her inside the mansion, walking backwards, staring deep into his eyes the entire way. The enchantress trusted him to guide her away from walls. Her hair shifted frenetically between every shade on a painter's palette, a dynamic change of color mirrored by her alluring eyes. His pet enchantress reminded him most of an ever changing rainbow but no matter the tones that made up her eyes and hair, she was always stunningly beautiful. Normally, she had amazing control over her magic, but when she got excited, she lost some of that control and her hair and eyes flitted through every shade imaginable.

As he pushed her into his room and shoved her up against a wall, Dread remembered why he neglected to fuck Elaxia as often as he could. Her otherworldly beauty made him forget important things. He lost himself in her flickering eyes. The soft mounds of her full breasts beneath his fingers triggered amnesia in him. She was pure sex and the language of her curves and long legs spoke directly to his cock. If he allowed himself to fuck Elaxia all the time, as a part of him wanted, he might forget his dead parents and a childhood rife with misery. So, he mostly tried to ignore her, but not now. Now he drank her in until his body threatened to burst.

"Fuck me," Elaxia pleaded. The desperation in her prismatic eyes made his cock throb. "Ravish me, master!"

The mage king gently pushed his pet enchantress so her bottom bounced on the edge of the bed. Dread reached down to drop his pants but Elaxia had him beat. Painted fingers rushed to free his cock. His meaty fuckstick popped free and bounced off her pretty nose. She slobbered over his cock as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip before popping the head inside her mouth. As she swallowed him halfway, about as deep as she could go before gagging, she looked up at him with her bewitching eyes and tried to speak.

"What?" Dread asked.

She withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop. "Fuck my throat," she said. "Please!" Her eyes were so desperate and she reached a hand inside the slit in her elegant dress to finger herself. "Make me take it all. I want to gag on you."

Normally, Elaxia didn't like when Dread forced himself into her throat so he was surprised by her request. He had to admit it turned him on. Consumed by a primal need to take her, to own her absolutely, he wrapped his fingers in Elaxia's rainbow hair and pulled her forward. The enchantress adjusted her body so she lay on her stomach, breasts threatening to spill out of her dress.

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her pink tongue. Her ass swayed in the air, and one of her fingers worked frantically between her legs. Dread set the head of his cock on her outstretched tongue and slowly inched it into her mouth. The head of his cock hit the tight obstruction of her throat. She urged him to continue with those sultry, flashing eyes, so he pushed forward gently, and his cock penetrated the barrier of her gullet. She gagged, and tear drops mixed with her makeup to stain her cheeks. There were still a few inches outside of her lips, so Dread thrust hard.

Elaxia gagged, and her mosaic eyes rolled up in her head. Using his grip on her soft hair, he held her tight against his groin, cock stuck fully inside her throat. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe, and then she patted his thighs as a desperate thirst for air overwhelmed her desire to choke on him. Dread ignored her, deciding to push her limits, and her hands grew more desperate. After pushing her for a moment, he released her hair and pulled out.

"Oh fuck," Elaxia coughed. Her hand was between her legs again, working frantically, and she rolled onto her back, shouting a moan as she came.

Dread climbed on top of the gorgeous enchantress and caught her neck in a controlling hand before kissing her deeply. She was panting and gasping into his mouth as her tongue lustily met his.

"Did you like getting your throat fucked?" he asked her. He ran his fingers through her rainbow hair, and she giggled.

"I did," she said. "I think you could train me to be more like Viyana."

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"Maybe," Elaxia said, recovering from her orgasm. "I could be convinced if it's something you like. Do you like watching me choke on your dick, master? Would you use me more often if I let you abuse my face?"

Dread's cock throbbed, and her hand dipped down to take him in a gentle grip.

"I would do anything for you," she said. "I'm yours, completely."

"I know," Dread said. "You're a very good pet."

Elaxia beamed at him and guided his cock into her wet pussy. "Do you want to fuck my pussy, master?" She teased her wet folds with the head of his cock before pointing his fuckstick towards her extremely tight ass. "Or do you want to fill my bum?"

He hadn't fucked Elaxia's ass too often. She preferred traditional sex, but something had her in a downright naughty mood. As she played with her own ass using his cock, Dread's need to fuck her overpowered him. He thrust hard and but her vice-tight rear end repelled his cock.

Dread spat between her tanned, firm butt cheeks and spread his saliva over her tiny arsehole. A finger penetrated, wetting inside that tight, warm tunnel, and Elaxia moaned.

Dread rose to his knees and teased her lips with his cock. "Get it wet," he told her. Remnants of her saliva still coated his shaft, but he wanted to make sure she got him nice and slick so he wouldn't hurt her when he conquered her rear.

Elaxia licked his cock all over like it was a piece of candy, staring up at him all the while. Rose red eyes, sky blue, grass green, sterling silver.

Once his cock had become slippery from her tongue, he seized her with arms around her soft middle and pulled her so her back leaned against him. Her lovely, bubble-shaped ass pressed against his cock through her dress. He lifted the hem and tried again to pierce her tight rear. This time, his cock slid in easier, and he eased himself in and out of her, penetrating deeper with every thrust.

Pulling down the straps of her dress, he played with her perfect breasts. She tilted her head back to suck on his neck.

Every thrust brought him closer to filling her divine ass completely with his cock. Elaxia lips brushed his ear as she moaned and he worked a hand down between her legs to massage her clit.

His cock slid all the way inside her butt, and she groaned with wanton desire. "Oh my god, I'm so full," she whispered in his ear. "Pound my ass, master."

Dread pulled his cock out almost completely before driving himself deep inside her. Elaxia groaned with every hard, slow penetration, but Dread was starting to reach the limits of his patience. He sped up, fucking her ass hard, and her tits bounced as his savage thrusts jerked throughout her body. Probing her sex, her cunt eagerly swallowed his fingers. Elaxia cried out in pleasure, body going stiff, and she squealed in satisfaction. Dread couldn't take it anymore. His balls tightened, and he grunted as he exploded into the fetching enchantress's ass.

Elaxia collapsed back against him, wearing a shy smile, skin shiny with perspiration. The rapidly shifting colors of her eyes and hair slowed and finally fixed on one color each. Purple hair and yellow eyes.

"That was amazing," Elaxia breathed. "Thank you, master. I love you."

Dread pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her deep before releasing her. He stood up. That had been amazing, but in the afterglow, he was confused by Elaxia's behavior. She encouraged him to be much more rough than she generally preferred. Normally stringent in her preference for vanilla lovemaking, she had goaded him into using her hard.

His pet enchantress sighed happily to herself as she collapsed back to rest on the bed. Dread pulled on his pants. He left the bedroom and went out into the hall to get a drink when a nasty shock stilled his feet. The smell of sex filled his nose, and a sweaty fog clouded the air, neither originating from sex with Elaxia. He knew this sensation. Cold fear gripped him.

Eloth, god of corruption, filled the hallway, a levitating, seething mass of phallic appendages and tongues. "She has so much more potential than you draw out of her," Eloth oozed. "You could enjoy her more completely. Break her until only desire remains. I would like this."

"No!" Dread snarled. "Never influence her again."

"I barely did anything," Eloth gloated. The eye's pupil darted around and countless tongues wagged in the air. "There's a mindless fucktoy inside Elaxia, waiting to be coaxed out."

Dread shook his head. Elaxia thought of his cock too often already. He needed her to retain her sense of self to carry out his plans. She would be no use to him, no matter how strong her magic, if she was completely and totally corrupted.

"She's not for you," Dread said again. "If you try anything again, with her or Viyana, I will break our pact."

Eloth gurgled with amusement. "Breaking our pact would come with consequences."

"I'm ruining Aelodi!" Dread exclaimed. "Is that not enough?"

"You're doing well with the princess," Eloth oozed. "Last night proved most titillating, but it's never enough. My appetites are bottomless."

"I don't care about the consequences," Dread said in a hard voice. "If you ever influence my pets again, I'll break our pact and kill you."

Eloth laughed, a wet, disgusting sound. "Very well, Dreadhex. I will leave them alone but think on my suggestion." With that, the dark god of corruption vanished.

Elaxia poked her head out into the hallway. "Who are you talking to, master?"

"No one," Dread said. He didn't dare look at her, or he feared his temper would boil over.

Now the enchantress's behavior made so much more sense. Eloth's presence explained why Elaxia asked him to treat her with uncharacteristic roughness. The invisible influence of Eloth had affected her mind.

Elaxia's soft arms wrapped around him from behind, but Dread's body was tense. Eloth would never touch his pets again.