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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Dread lingered outside of Aelodi's room. He'd been coming to collect her when he heard soft moans through the door. She was alone, as far as he knew, so she was probably knuckle deep in her own cunt.

He waited for a particularly passionate moan before throwing the door open and storming in.

Aelodi was lying in bed, blankets up to her neck, and when Dread entered, she squeaked. Her hands emerged from under the covers.

"Horny, are we?" Dread said with a sly smile. "Can't wait for your next cock?"

"No," Aelodi said. Smoke puffed from her mouth. "I know nothing of what you speak."

"I heard your moans through the door, slut," Dread said. "You're an awful liar."

Aelodi's cheeks went crimson, which surprised Dread. The princess could still be embarrassed by something as simple as being caught masturbating. She had further to fall, apparently, and that was the reason for his visit this night. Dread would not stop until her mind shattered into a thousand shards of sex and perversion.

Tossing the blankets aside, Dread found Aelodi completely naked underneath. The allure of the princess's slutty body had only been enhanced by the piercings. She was a very fuckable little thing.

Climbing into bed behind her, Dread pulled her up and back to sit between his legs. "I have a very fun night planned for you," he said. Testing the princess, he snaked a hand down to explore her sensitive snatch. She was sopping wet. The royal blonde passively accepted his exploring touch. "Are you excited? Starting to enjoy our little games?"

"No," Aelodi said. Black smoke puffed from her pouty lips. "How could I ever enjoy your sick games?"

"You're lying," Dread said, chuckling. "And you enjoy it because at your core you're just a cock-obsessed whore."

Aelodi sighed, resigned to his treatment. Dread freed her lovely, long blonde hair, so white it was almost translucent, from the ponytail she favored. "I'm going to give you a new hairstyle," Dread said. "What do you think?"

"Do I have a choice?" Aelodi asked.

Dread didn't bother responding. They both knew the answer. He gathered her luscious locks into twintails that dangled down the sides of her neck and held them in place by tying small bows at the roots.

"Do you know why I chose this hairstyle for you?" Dread asked. He gripped both white-blond tails.

"I have no idea what's going on in your sick mind," Aelodi said.

"They're grips," Dread said. He tugged on her hair, alternating force between tails, and her head bobbled from side to side like a puppet. "To ram cocks deeper into your throat or to pull your head back when a man fills your ass."

With Aelodi leaning against his chest, he was very aware of her body. As he explained the purpose of her new hair, her breathing shallowed, and she subtly wriggled her hips. His explanation was turning her on.

"Oh," the princess said, voice low. "Lovely." So, she still possessed the will to be sarcastic, did she?

"That's it?" Dread asked. He tugged on her twin tails, forcing her to arch her neck backwards, and looked into her eyes. "You're starting to like it already, aren't you?"

Aelodi's lip trembled, and she shook her head no.

Dread released her head and strapped the leather collar around her dainty neck. He attached her lead and then beckoned her to follow. Aelodi rose silently, cheeks flushed, and he corralled her out of the room and downstairs.

As Dread pulled the princess into his study, the lead tightened, and he yanked to make her move. Aelodi released a sharp choking sound and stumbled forward.

There were three men waiting in the study and Aelodi knew all of them. Dread chose the men specifically for their past relationships with her.

First, Dread found the tutor responsible for educating her. A stern old man by the name of Wisnar. The dusk of his life began long ago, but he still moved around without need for a cane. Everything about him spoke of austerity, from his faded brown trousers to his plain spectacles.

"Why is he here?" Aelodi asked, voice unsteady. "What is this?"

Dread pulled her against him and wrapped hard fingers around her soft throat. "We're going to teach you a lesson, princess."

The second man stood straight-backed with his hands clasped behind him in a classic military pose, though his bulging stomach detracted somewhat from his disciplined posture. He was Roy, the man who taught Aelodi the sword.

"What lesson?" Aelodi said. Her slender form quivered against him. She unconsciously covered herself with her hands, trying to prevent men that mentored her from seeing her naked.

"We're going to teach you that there's pleasure to be found in pain," Dread said. "You'll become a willing painslut."

Aelodi twisted around to look at Dread with a scandalized expression. "A painslut? What is that?"

"That's why I asked your old instructors to help," Dread continued. "You're so dimwitted. I thought they might have some insight that will help."

The third man stepped forward. Aelodi's breath caught, and she shook her gorgeous head, fighting off tears. "Not you too," she said.

The last man, Yorn, taught Aelodi battlefield strategy. The grizzled tactician cut an intimidating figure, standing several hands taller than most men, and he was physically very fit despite his totally grey hair. He stepped up to Aelodi and reached out to tug on one of her twin tails.

"This hair," he said in a raspy voice. "It's just like when you were a girl."

The other reason Dread picked that style of hair had been revealed. He hoped recreating learning conditions from her youth would quicken her transformation. Aelodi shuddered and tried to back away, but Dread held her firm.

"Let's begin," Dread said.

Removing her leash from her collar, he dragged Aelodi to the center of the room. Leather cuffs were applied to Aelodi's slender wrists. Lifting her arms, he chained her to rings on the ceiling. The princess yelped in discomfort. There wasn't much give in the bindings, and she was forced to totter on her tiptoes.

Setting a wooden chest at Aelodi's feet, Dread pressed the latches with a click. He opened the lid and revealed a stockpile of pain implements. There were whips, metal clasps, canes, shock sticks, and other instruments designed to inflict pain without causing lasting injury. Model cocks of varying sizes and shapes were also available to aid in the instruction of sweet Aelodi.

"I hand the princess to you for training," Dread said to her former tutors. "Teach sweet Aelodi to cum when people hurt her, and you'll be generously compensated, as discussed."

Aelodi squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. Her tight, bubble-shaped ass flexed as she danced on her toes, and her tits jiggled with every nervous step.

Yorn took the initiative. He stepped forward and slapped Aelodi hard across the face. The girl gasped and fixed wide, hurt eyes on her former teacher.

"I always told you that you were a bright girl," Yorn said. He slapped her again, and Aelodi broke into sobs. "I was lying. Your father paid well, so I said what I needed to, but you were such a frustrating student." The large man struck out with his palm, catching the side of a lovely breast.

"You were my favorite," Aelodi said. Her whole body quaked, and her voice wavered. "You were nice to me."

"I had to be, you airheaded slut," Yorn said with a sinister grin. "Teaching you stratagems was like trying to train a horse in penmanship. You had no head for strategy at all, but your father was insistent. My task was nigh impossible. But this?" Yorn picked up a nine-tailed whip and held it up. "This, you can learn."

He wound up and lashed Aelodi's perky rear end. Aelodi shrieked and dissolved into check-wracking sobs. The large man picked up a polished stone cock, not the largest but not the smallest, and worked it between Aelodi's legs. Her juices slicked her inner thighs to a gleaming sheen.

"You're so wet," Yorn said. "So it's true. You're already a slut."

Tears rolled down Aelodi's cheeks, but she'd ceased her weeping. She panted as her old teacher negotiated the head of the stone cock into her drenched cunt. Yorn clapped her ass with his palm while shoving the rest of the stone cock inside her. Aelodi's reaction was magnificent. Her eyes pinched shut, and her legs wobbled violently. A wild moan escaped her as she came. As her orgasm dissipated, she studied the floor with a devastated expression.

"We've finally found something Princess Aelodi is good at," Yorn said with a smirk.

Wisnar stepped forward and cleared his throat. "You forget your manners, Yorn. Respect your elders. I should have had the first go."

Yorn shrugged, nodded, and stepped back to observe. Roy had his pants off, and the former soldier gripped his cock in a meaty hand.

"Young miss," Wisnar said. He paced in front of the princess, studying her. "The stupid girl who learned to read so late we wondered if she would learn at all." He barked a laugh. "She was fourteen before she managed to get through a paragraph without stumbling over every second word."

Aelodi's eyes watered, and she choked back a sob. "I -- I tried my best."

"I know you did," Wisnar said, cupping her cheek with a veiny hand. "I was never worried about you, young miss. I thought, even if you're just about the slowest girl I ever taught, you could always secure your future using your incredible body and beautiful face." He shook his head scornfully. "What husband would consider you now?" The old man gave Aelodi a deep, rough kiss with lots of tongue. After the kiss, Aelodi turned large, reproachful eyes on the old man.

"You are just a cumdump now," Wisnar said. "You will be popular with men, but none will love you, let alone respect you." He smiled. "Well, I cannot complain. You are much more fun like this. Much of your impetuous attitude is already gone. Learning your true place in the grand scheme of things will do that."

"You're lying," Aelodi said furiously. She shook her head, and her twintails swung like pendulums. "Dread made you lie. You were always kind to me. You gave me candy and--"

"That was the only way to get you to sit down for more than a minute at a time. You needed something hard between your slut lips to hold your attention," the old man said gleefully.

Aelodi couldn't hold it in anymore. The humiliating, cruel words from men who she once respected and trusted were too much to bear. She sobbed, face screwed up in despair.

Wisnar picked up a cane and struck Aelodi's thighs. She shrieked and stopped sobbing, chest heaving. "Pay attention, young miss," the old man snapped. "For once in your life, pay attention when someone's teaching you."

He stuffed withered fingers into her mouth. She gagged as he shoved three fingers over her tongue to poke her tonsils. With his other hand, he set the cane on the ground between her legs, then brought it up hard. The flexible wood implement cracked against her soaking wet sex.

Aelodi howled, but the sound was obscured by the fingers blocking her throat. Wisnar knelt slowly in front of her and examined her cunt, which was running with her juices. "Your snatch is certainly attentive," he said. Veiny, crooked fingers squeezed her clit, drawing shuddering gasps from the princess.

As she reached the edge of climax, the old man stood up, leaving her wanting. He set the tip of the cane on the ground between her legs. Aelodi puffed in breath, lips parted, cheeks flushed. Wisnar flicked the cane upwards. A loud snap filled the study as the cane hit Aelodi's soaking wet cunt.

The princess's eyes rolled up in her head, and she went limp, hanging from the chains as her legs trembled, and she came herself silly. The royal blonde couldn't even form a sound; her face was frozen in an expression of agonized ecstasy.

"Well done," Dread said, clapping slowly.

Wisnar nodded at him and turned to face Roy. "Have a go, old chap," he said. "These lessons are much easier than ones of old, I find."

The soldier walked confidently forward, erect cock wagging, and retrieved two metal clips from the chest.

"Aelodi!" he shouted.

The girl stood up straight at the sound of his voice, just like a student on the practice yard, and fixed him with a confused expression. Arousal and fear warred for control of her gorgeous face.

"I won't let you fail this time," he said. "I have my pride as an instructor. Your sister was a much better student than you. Nera was so good so quickly that I had to admit I had nothing more to teach her. But you? You were my greatest failure."

"I'm sorry," Aelodi mumbled.

"How many hours of my life did I waste showing you forms and training your footwork?" Roy asked. He grunted. "You have no skill with a sword. But I can train you with a different kind of sword." The military man's face twisted with a sadistic smile. "My meat sword."

Aelodi's honey brown eyes were transfixed on the old soldier's cock, apprehensive. The man was average in length, but his cock's girth was something to behold. "Roy," she said, voice shaking. "Please, don't do this. I admired you greatly." She sniffled. "I wanted to be good, I really did. I tried so hard."

The old soldier rounded Aelodi and stood behind her. He reached around her body and clamped a metal clip on one nipple. Aelodi cried out in pain. Then he clamped another on her other nipple, and the princess winced, biting her lip.

"You were always a pain in my ass," Roy said. "Now I'll be a pain in yours." He parted the round cheeks of Aelodi's perky bum and pushed his thick cock inside the girl.

Aelodi grunted, eyes wide with disbelief, as Roy penetrated her arsehole. The old soldier displayed impressive dexterity as he plundered the princess's shapely rear end. He rained a barrage of hard slaps down on her rump as he fucked her and Aelodi cursed with every blow. Her foul language transformed to moans. The soldier's blows came faster and harder; he was a strong man despite his bulging midsection, and he spanked the princess's rump with all of his might.

The haughty princess came before Roy did. She screamed, and juice spurted from her cunt. The girl's once-proud, noble face was distorted by perverted pleasure, and her eyes were unfocused.

"She truly is a magnificent whore," Yorn said. Roy continued plunging his fat cock into Aelodi's anus, and the rough treatment consumed the princess. She groaned in a combination of pleasure and shame, building towards another explosive climax.

Yorn approached her, dropping his trousers, and he wasted no time in guiding his erection up inside the girl's sopping wet sex. Being filled at both ends drew a reaction from Aelodi. A crushed grimace dominated her pretty face as she looked askance at her favorite teacher. All expression fled as the man slapped her face repeatedly and her head swung from side to side, twin tails flying with every strike. Roy continued spanking her ass with his palm as he stretched her anus. The blows filled the study with loud smacking sounds interspersed with the clapping of skin against skin. Aelodi released a throaty groan, intoxicated by her abuse at the hands of her former mentors.

Wisnar watched on with amusement, holding the cane, and he paced nearby as Yorn and Roy double-teamed Aelodi. The old teacher spoke in a slow, droning tone, enunciating every word. "Young miss. You were born to be a slut. A cockwhore. A fucktoy. A cumdump. Three holes waiting to be filled and nothing more."

Gurgles escaped the princess as Yorn throttled her with two hands. The royal girl's eyelids drooped as her face reddened and she squirted again. After she came, Yorn released her tender throat, and she gasped in breath.

"Your body is all that matters," Wisnar droned. "Your body is your only contribution. You have nothing else worthwhile. So give your body freely, young miss. Be a cumdump. Let men use and abuse you. That's your only purpose."

Aelodi choked out a sob. "Th-that's not true," she wept.

Yorn and Roy pulled their dicks out of the princess and released her. She collapsed and hung from her wrists, knees floating above the floor.

"It's not true?" Wisnar said. He stood by Aelodi and played with one of her twin tails. "So you have value beyond your throat, your ass, and your cunt?"

Aelodi stuck out her bottom lip and nodded.

"Well, as a scholar, I need to remain open to all possibilities," Wisnar said. "Isn't that right, gentleman?"

Roy grunted, and Yorn eyed Aelodi with a malicious expression.

"Let her down, will you?" Wisnar asked.

The old man's intentions were a mystery to Dread, but he wanted to see what Wisnar had in mind. He unclipped Aelodi's shackles from the rings set into the ceiling, and she doubled over in a kneeling position, breathing heavily, recovering from her ordeal.

"We'll test you in the fields we trained you in," Wisnar said. "Prove you're more than a pretty moron. If you are successful, I'll acknowledge you are more than a fucktoy."

A small spark of defiance gave life to Aelodi's honey brown eyes. She nodded and stood up straight.

"I'm not useless!" she snarled.

Her old mentors laughed in response.