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."