Revenge Princess Downfall Ch 16

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 old, wrinkled scholar Wisnar circled Aelodi, his spectacled gaze flicking over her shapely rump and immaculate tits. "A test is meaningless without stakes," he said. "I know this from teaching you when you were a girl. It didn't matter if you failed, daddy would wave your shortcomings aside and tell me to keep teaching you, even when it was clear you possessed the intelligence of a carrot."

Aelodi met his gaze with a surprising level of defiance. "You're exaggerating," she said. "I wasn't that bad of a student." Her honey brown eyes flashed with a challenge.

"We'll see," Wisnar said. "You're quite confident. That's a fascinating thing about you, young miss. You're useless in every regard except for your looks, and yet you're so confident in your inabilities."

"I'm not useless," Aelodi said sharply. "You speak falsehoods, I know you're doing what that bastard--" the princess nodded her head at Dread, "-- told you to do. I have a lot of potential."

Wisnar chuckled. Roy barked a laugh. Yorn joined in, and soon all three men were doubled over laughing.

"Is that what daddy told you?" Wisnar asked. "Let me ask you, young miss, has anyone other than daddy ever said you have potential?"

Aelodi opened her mouth to retort but froze, and her lips drew into a line.

"That's what I thought," Wisnar said. "Our tests will reveal the truth. There are standard levels of achievement in all our fields. We'll see how you measure up." He paused in front of Aelodi and reached down to massage her wet sex, but the girl danced away from his groping touch. "As for the stakes," Wisnar said, "I believe we should all set our own. For mine, I think I know just the thing."

"I'll make you eat your words, Wisnar," Aelodi said. Contempt twisted her beautiful face.

"Five questions of varying difficulty. A passing grade is sixty percent." Wisnar paused and smiled. "I know you have no head for numbers, so I'll make it easy for your pretty little head to understand. If you get three out of five right, I'll admit you're more than a braindead fuck toy."

"I will simply prove the truth," Aelodi said. "I'm not useless or dim or whatever else Dread has bribed you to say."

Wisnar flashed her a sadistic smile. "For each question you get wrong, I'll abuse you."

Alarm flashed over Aelodi's pretty face. "A-abuse me?"

"Yes, do you know what that word means?"

The princess delighted Dread by glancing at him. She nodded curtly. "Yes."

"The abuse won't end until you cum," Wisnar continued. "That shouldn't be a problem. You're a naughty student, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Aelodi said nothing, but her brows tightened in disagreement.

"Let's begin," Wisnar said. He circled Aelodi. "First question."

The princess's gaze followed her tutor as he rounded her.

"We'll start with something hard," the old man said. He stood still and addressed the royal blonde. "In what year was the Silken City founded?"

Aelodi blinked at the old teacher, and her lips moved silently as she performed some form of mental arithmetic.

Dread burst out laughing. "Even I know this," he gloated. "Don't hurt yourself trying to answer a simple question, princess."

Aelodi darkened, but she returned to frantic contemplation. She tapped her hip bone with one finger while her eyes darted around.

"I forgot to mention," Wisnar said. "Each question has a time limit. Unlike you, we're all busy people with things to do. I don't want to waste all day while you try to wring a drop of knowledge from that cumrag you call a brain. You have a minute."

Aelodi exhaled sharply, exasperated.

"Time's almost up," Wisnar said.

"Uhh," Aelodi said. "Twelve fourteen fifty-five!" she blurted.

"Wrong," Wisnar said, shaking his head.

Dread cackled with amusement.

"Who remembers all those stupid details anyway!" Aelodi exclaimed.

"That was a level two question," Wisnar said. "Meaning that most eleven-year-olds should be able to answer it. It's basic information about the city you were set to inherit."

Aelodi shook her head, eyes narrowing. "You said it was a hard question!"

"Hard for you," he explained. The old man went to the chest full of implements and paused, selecting his tools. He selected a pale blue rod with two prongs on one end and a good-sized mold of a cock.

Dread recognized the pronged rod. Anyone who'd seen one in use would never forget its purpose. The shock stick was an arcane artifact enchanted to gather a weak electrical charge between its prongs. Not enough to wound but enough to hurt. Wisnar surely knew what it was, but Dread doubted Aelodi had any idea what was coming.

The old man stalked towards the girl, and she shuffled away from him, plainly concerned.

"Stay still," Wisnar said sternly. "You agreed to the terms of this test. Now you need to accept your punishment."

"Don't hurt me," Aelodi pleaded.

"This will make you feel good, young miss," Wisnar said. "Close your eyes if you're too cowardly to face an old man."

Aelodi nodded reluctantly and closed her eyes. The old man knelt in front of her and lined the model cock up against the lips of her dripping cunt. He aimed the shock stick at her stomach. Then, he simultaneously applied both.

The model cock split her nether lips and drove up into her insides. A crackling spark formed between the prongs, and a jolt of electricity lanced through the princess's body, starting at her trim tummy. Aelodi's eyes snapped open as her muscles tightened involuntarily. The girl's shriek was short-lived, as she was robbed of breath by the current ravaging her incredible body. The old scholar pummeled her cunt with the model cock, and Aelodi fell on her rear end, convulsing. The old scholar didn't stop, even though the princess already came. He continued shocking her while brutalizing her cunt with the model cock.

The princess's legs clamped together as she twisted and jerked on the floor. The old scholar's assault continued for almost a minute, and when he withdrew, the girl twitched on the floor in a puddle of her own juice.

"Goodness," Wisnar said. "You liked that even more than I thought you would."

Aelodi sat up slowly, dazed, and she closed her eyes, face a mask of sorrow. "You said it wouldn't hurt," she said, wounded by the old scholar's actions.

"You came yourself senseless, young miss," he said. "You liked it. Now stand up, time for the next question."

Aelodi rose shakily, and only a pale shadow of her former arrogance remained. Now uneasiness gripped the lovely royal, and she wrung her hands together.

"Second question," Wisnar said. He swung the shock stick in circles, and Aelodi's terrified gaze fixed on the cruel prongs. "What is the Silken City's primary export?"

Aelodi thought furiously, mouth working silently, gorgeous eyebrows furrowed.

Dread gawked in disbelief at the princess. "Weren't you the trade officer?" he asked.

Roy shook his head in disapproval.

"Wheat!" Aelodi shouted.

"Correct," Wisnar said. "You've got one right and one wrong. You need to correctly answer two more questions to win."

Aelodi regained a glimmer of confidence, and she straightened, meeting Wisnar's cunning eyes.

"Third question," Wisnar said. "Who was the first king of the Golden Lands? He is your ancestor, so I hope even one as dim as you knows his name."

Aelodi's striking eyes sparkled as she smirked. "That's easy. King Aiden."

"Correct again," Wisnar said. "You're so close, young miss, just one more correct answer and you will have won. I will be forced to admit you are more than just a cumdump."

Dread studied the old scholar and found the malice hiding behind the man's affable air. Wisnar let her get two right just to get her hopes up. He wanted Aelodi to think she had a chance of winning. Delightfully cruel.

"Fourth question," Wisnar said. "A question of sums."

Aelodi swallowed a lump in her throat.

"One thousand seven hundred and thirty-four multiplied by forty-nine thousand eight hundred and sixty-two equals what number?"

A wave of despair rolled over Aelodi. "What? That's so difficult!"

"Answer the question, young miss," Wisnar said.

"What was the question?" she asked. "There were so many numbers..."

Wisnar shook his head ruefully. "I've already told you. It's not my fault if you have the memory of a squirrel."

Aelodi's bottom lip trembled. Her eyes were fixated on the shock stick. "I-I don't know."

"Oh dear," Wisnar said, stalking towards the girl. "I'm afraid that's the wrong answer."

The princess backed away from her old teacher.

"Stay still, young miss," Wisnar said in his droning, almost-bored tone. "Time for your punishment."

Aelodi held out her hands. "No, please, Wisnar, I don't like--"

The old man jabbed her with the shock stick, catching a breast, and Aelodi jerked violently as waves of electricity passed through her body. She crumpled in a heap on the ground, sobbing as she slowly regained use of her limbs. Wisnar grabbed her hips and flipped her around so her round rear end stuck up in the air. He poked her sopping cunt with the shock stick, and Aelodi screamed. The model cock parted her anus, and the old teacher cruelly defiled her heavenly ass as he continued electrocuting her. Aelodi's juices rolled down the backs of her spasming thighs, and Wisnar kept up his assault as she climaxed so hard that her screams devolved into babbling. Dread tried to make sense of her frantic, shrieked words, but they were yammering nonsense. Finally, the old man withdrew the shock stick, and the princess collapsed in a wet mess, weeping with her entire body.

"Get up, young miss, we're on to the final question."

Aelodi attempted to lift herself to her hands and knees, but she slipped on the wet puddles of her own juices and face planted. On the second try, she managed to rise.

"That hurt," she said to Wisnar. The princess trembled in the aftermath of her experience.

"And yet you came so hard you forgot how to speak," Wisnar said. "Your command of the common tongue is weak, but your gibberish is quite good."

Aelodi hugged herself, quivering, naked, and wet.

"Final question," Wisnar said. "The decider. Will Princess Aelodi prove she's more than a set of pretty holes, or will she be forced to admit she's nothing but a cumdump?"

The girl's face wavered most amusingly between hope and despair.

"What is the name of the previous king of the Dark Lands? Dread's father," Wisnar asked.

"I know this," Aelodi said. Her eyes were wild with desperation. The princess breathed fast and shallow as she furiously tried to remember. Her eyebrows drew together adorably in her state of concentration. "Father mentioned his name before."

"Should be easy then," Wisnar said.

"King--" Aelodi trailed off.

"Yes, I told you already he was a king," Wisnar said. "Time is running out, young miss."

"King Blackpaw!" Aelodi said triumphantly.

Wisnar clapped slowly as he ambled towards the princess.

"Well done," he said. Sadistic excitement hid behind his plain expression.

The princess glowed with delight, thinking she won, and she allowed herself to embrace hope. She even pumped her fist in a small show of victory.

"Ha!" the princess gloated. "You aren't as smart as you think, Wisnar."

Wisnar stood very close to the girl now, and the royal blonde beamed at him in her satisfaction.

"Another answer wrong," Wisnar said in his droning drawl.

Aelodi had no time to react. He jabbed her with the shock stick and she shrieked, falling to her knees. The old man rammed the model cock up inside her soaking snatch and jabbed her again with the shock stick. Aelodi rolled around on the ground, whimpering. The old man retrieved another model cock from the chest.

At a shock to her neck, Aelodi's voice caught in her throat even as her body twitched with spasms. The old man spread the cheeks of her round, tight butt and pushed the second model cock deep inside her. Her cunt and arse were now full with the sizable model cocks.

"Stop," Aelodi gasped as she recovered. "Please, it hur-"

Wisnar jabbed the shock stick against the sensitive skin under the mounds of her glorious tits. Aelodi shrieked as orgasm and electricity combined to ravage her fuckable form.

Wisnar lowered his pants and spun a dazed Aelodi around so she faced him on her knees. He drove his dick between her pretty lips, and she whimpered, looking up at him with wide, tearful eyes. Slapping at him with her small hands did nothing to relieve the torment. The old man pulled out of Aelodi's mouth and prodded her with the electrifying prongs.

Aelodi's lovely lips formed a stream of jabbering nonsense, her body convulsing.

"Admit you're nothing but a cum dump and I'll stop," Wisnar said.

Aelodi wept softly. She opened her mouth to try and speak but Wisnar jabbed her with the shock stick.

She wailed, body flopping like a fish out of water, pretty face warped in a rictus of pain and pleasure. As the old man withdrew the shock stick, he jammed his cock into her exhausted mouth, and she was helpless as he fucked her throat like a pussy.

Aelodi's tears dripped onto the old man's cock, but he showed her no mercy.

"Admit you're nothing but a cum dump, young miss," he said. He gripped her twintails in his old, veiny hands and used them to drive himself deep inside her windpipe. When he pulled out of the gorgeous royal's mouth with a pop, she tried to speak.

"I'm a cumdump," she managed.

"Wrong," he said. The shock stick prodded Aelodi's clit and her body drew tight as a taut string, eyes rolling back in her head as she climaxed violently.

As the blonde royal recovered, Wisnar took advantage of her weakened state by delving her throat with his veiny, old cock. Again, he used grips on her twintails to brutally skull fuck the gorgeous girl.

"You aren't just a cum dump, stupid young miss," Wisnar explained. He aggressively humped her lovely face. "You're nothing but a cum dump. Think you can remember that distinction? Or are you too stupid?"

The old man pulled out and let her catch her breath. Aelodi wobbled on her knees.

"I-I" Aelodi wheezed and coughed. She inhaled thirstily. "I'm nothing but a cum dump," she said eagerly. Eager to end the constant torment of the shock stick, Aelodi was very grateful to be able to utter the humiliating words.

Wisnar groaned and jerked his cock in her face. The old man's veiny cock buckled, and he drove himself into her throat again, holding her tight against his pelvis as he shot his load into her guts.

When he finally released her, Aelodi slumped on her knees, white-blonde twintails framing a stunning face sullied by defeat and utter humiliation. A thin string of semen and spit drooled out of one corner of her full lips.

"Young miss," Wisnar said. He'd put away his veiny cock and lifted the girl's head to meet his gaze using a crooked finger under her chin. "You really are worthless in any academic sense, but I have to admit, you're an exquisite cum dump." He smiled down at her proudly, and Aelodi's bottom lip stuck out, quivering. She sobbed softly, tears flowing down her cheeks.

The old man stood, rubbed his sore back, and sighed. "Well, to no one's surprise, she failed. Who is next?"

Roy stepped forward and clapped the old man playfully on one shoulder. "I had no idea you were such a dirty old bastard," Roy exclaimed. "I thought you were going to break her!"

Wisnar chuckled. "I surprised myself a bit, to be honest. I didn't know I had it in me."

Dread didn't explain the true reality of the situation. Long ago, the pungent stink of sex had filled his nostrils, and the windows of his study had fogged over. Eloth was there with them, feasting on the depraved actions of corruption being carried out in his name. As the old soldier Roy prepared his own test, Dread hoped the day's events would be enough to satisfy the ancient god.