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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Princess Aelodi wept herself dry before she finally rose. Desolation haunted her red-lined eyes. Persistent twitches affected her body all over, whether as a lingering effect from being shocked repeatedly or as a result of her frayed nerves, Dread wasn't sure.
Roy strode forward to hand her a flexible wooden cane. A similar cane rested in his hand.
"The only way to test one's skill with a sword is in combat," Roy said.
Aelodi nodded in agreement. "T-that's true."
"We cannot test ourselves in real combat, so we'll have a sparring match," Roy explained. "I doubt our host wants us to turn his study into a practice yard. Follow me."
Dread opened the door and held it for the three instructors and Aelodi. He followed the procession out of his mansion home, past wondering servant eyes, and out into the street. Citizens of the outer district stopped and gaped at Aelodi. A naked princess made for a grand spectacle. Some of them posted up and continued watching, plans and destinations forgotten, while others departed quickly, sheltering the eyes of young ones with obfuscating palms.
Aelodi looked down at the thin cane she clutched in one hand. "This isn't a practice sword," she said.
"Well spotted, princess!" Dread crooned. "Your observation skills are unrivaled!"
Aelodi glowered at him before turning back to Roy. "Why are we using canes?"
"They aren't so different from a sword," Roy said. "Besides, thrashing you with a practice sword could do some serious damage, and we want to protect your only worthwhile characteristic, don't we?"
Roy used a piece of chalk to draw a large square on the dirt-caked street. He inscribed a star on two opposite corners and then addressed Aelodi once again.
"This square will serve as our arena," Roy said. "Your test will be to face me in a sparring match. Your sister, Nera, bested me in a similar contest when she was only twelve," Roy grinned. "You are now twenty, Aelodi. Do you think you can beat me?"
"Don't compare me to Nera," Aelodi said in a shaky voice. Her wary eyes flicked towards the rapidly growing crowd. "That's not fair. She's an outlier."
"True," Roy said. "It was only a technical victory, but I was astonished when she beat me. I would've won if it'd been a real fight where strength matters, but it was still a testament to her skill." The old soldier turned a critical eye on the blonde princess. "I firmly believe she was better at twelve than you are today."
Aelodi flushed and grit her teeth. "I'm not as bad with a sword as you make out. Comparing someone to a prodigy doesn't prove anything." With a weapon in her hand, her shame and humiliation twisted quickly to anger. "You were a horrible teacher."
Roy burst out laughing, his face genuinely amused. "My student Nera is the finest fencer in perhaps the entire world. You were just a useless pupil."
Aelodi tossed her head angrily. "What are the rules?"
Malice contorted the soldier's face. "The match goes until submission," he said.
Aelodi arched a well-groomed brow. "Until submission?"
"I don't think she knows what that word means," Wisnar said in a mocking tone.
"Of course I do!" Aelodi snapped. "It's simply odd. Usually, a sparring match is decided based on a point system."
"Until submission," Roy repeated. "Are you ready?"
"Wait," Aelodi said. She shot glances over at the growing crowd, and her cheeks flushed. "I'm naked. In sparring matches, both contestants need to be allowed the same advantage. You have clothes, it's not fair, I should have clothe--" Her voice trailed off.
Roy stripped off his shirt, stepped out of his boots, and kicked aside his trousers until he stood equally naked. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight at the royal girl.
