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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Back inside the study, Aelodi recovered from her sparring match. The slim, battered princess attempted to sit but yowled when her bottom touched the chair, so she remained standing.
Consulting with Yorn regarding the nature of the next test, Dread rang a bell to summon his head maid, Griselina. Complying with his request, she ducked in a curtsy before briskly leaving to collect the items he requested.
Roy and Wisnar haunted different corners of the room, and their postures exposed a strange mixture of remorse with an undercurrent of arousal. Eloth's presence had pushed them both to new limits of brutality and cruelty, far beyond normal. The ancient god's influence twisted their desires into degeneracy, and now they wrestled with repentance, even as they continued eyeing the princess like fuckmeat. Dread took no action to alleviate their guilt or explain away the dark urges that had possessed them. These men were aperitifs to stimulate Eloth's appetite before the main course of Princess Aelodi's virtue.
Griselina directed a number of male servants who delivered a small table flanked by two small stools. They laid a game board onto the table. Checkered black and white, the board served as the arena for the timeless strategy game known as command. The game had been set up at Yorn's request and would serve as Princess Aelodi's final test.
The painslut lessons had been advancing swimmingly, and Aelodi's progress towards masochism pleased Dread. Eloth's presence certainly accelerated her descent, but the royal blonde's mistreatment stirred her up into a constant state of arousal. Perched on the precipice of orgasm, the princess breathed heavily. Her body was covered in welts and her inner thighs were slick with juices from her glistening sex.
After Roy's manhandling, her entire body likely radiated with stinging pangs, but she panted, eyes burning with desire, and her cheeks were ever flushed. Her hands twitched at her sides as if she were willfully resisting the temptation to masturbate.
Aelodi already associated pain with rapturous pleasure. Now the connection only needed to deepen until the pain-pleasure link was branded upon her mind.
As the servants finished setting up the command board, they bowed at Dread before silently slipping away.
Yorn stepped forward, addressing the princess.
"Last test," he said sharply. "We will simply play a game of command." He sat at one stool, gestured at the board, and waited.
Aelodi gave her stool a shifty look like she didn't trust it. Doubtless, she didn't much like the idea of sitting.
"I'll stand," she said.
Yorn chuckled. "Roy ravaged your soft little bottom, did he?"
Aelodi inhaled sharply, a thrill accompanying her shame. The derisive treatment by former teachers supplied a steady dose of humiliation. Humiliation that excited her in equal measure to her embarrassment.
"What are the rules?" Aelodi asked, voice hollow. The way she stood with eyes downcast and shoulders slumped spoke to her resignation.
"You forget how to play?" Yorn laughed. "This will be even easier than I believed."
"No, I remember," Aelodi said, reproachful at his mocking. "All of these tests have had cruel and unusual rules. I'm wondering what yours will be."
"Oh, nothing too cruel or unusual," Yorn said. His smile radiated menace. "Every piece you lose will go inside you, and you will need to hold them in until the end of the game."
Aelodi gaped at him, eyebrows twitching in concern. "Inside me?"
"Correct, princess," Yorn said.
The princess eyed the pieces warily. They were varying in size, but the smallest were roughly an inch long and a half inch in diameter. Each piece had been carved from marble, and there were twenty in total.
Dread considered Aelodi lucky. None of these pieces were sharp or pointy. All had been polished down so any edges were rounded.
"That's so--" Aelodi cut off. "Fine."
"Furthermore," Yorn said. "If you lose, you owe me an orgasm for each piece you lost."
Aelodi frowned at the board, counting the pieces. "Twenty?" she asked, dismayed.
"You can count," Yorn said. He applauded slowly and dramatically. "Well done, princess."
The princess narrowed her lovely honey brown eyes. "If you insist."
"White or black?" Yorn asked, grinning. The color would determine who went first.
"White," Aelodi said.
The princess chose to move first. She studied the board from her standing position, looming over the table, and then extended an uncertain hand to move her first piece. A guard, the weakest piece.
Yorn chuckled to himself and quickly advanced his own guard.
Aelodi studied the board and placed her cavalry onto a center square.
Yorn's crossbow took out Aelodi's cavalry. A major mistake, which she failed to catch. The old strategist picked up her cavalry and rounded the table. The cavalry wasn't too tall, but it was one of the widest pieces, maybe two inches in diameter.
The old strategist lined the piece up between Aelodi's slick inner thighs. Negotiating the piece with a finger, he slid the smooth marble up inside the royal blonde's folds. The piece vanished inside her with a squelch.
Aelodi shifted in discomfort as the piece settled in her wet cunt, face burning.
"Your turn," Yorn said. He returned to his side of the table and sat.
The princess studied the board for what felt like an eternity. Her tentative hand darted forth before drawing back, her movements riddled with uncertainty.
"Time limit," Wisnar said. "Isn't there a time limit, Yorn? I'm going to croak before the young miss makes her move."
"Hmm," Yorn said. "Yes, there is." He found a small hourglass in an inside jacket pocket before placing it on the table. Sand slid down from the top glass chamber to fill the bottom. "There. That's better."
Aelodi frowned at the hourglass but quickly returned to studying the board. Before long, the final grains of sand were slipping away.
The princess selected another guard and slid it forward a single space.
Yorn brayed out a laugh. "All that time for that?"
Aelodi blushed but said nothing. She crossed her arms and studied the board, eyebrows furrowed as she planned her next move.
Yorn advanced a guard. Aelodi advanced her own guard, matching him. Yorn caught Aelodi's guard in crossfire from his crossbowman.
The old strategist picked up her piece as if relishing his task. The guards were the smallest piece, short and thin, but there were ten of them. Yorn pushed this one into the scrunched star-shaped entrance of Aelodi's asshole.
The girl winced as the ring of her bum dilated to allow the piece entrance before contracting. She straightened stiffly, tenderly, and then Yorn cracked his palm against a lovely, round butt cheek. Aelodi groaned and her face flushed.
"Your turn," Yorn said.
Aelodi took a risk by moving her dragon from the back row into the front to stand surrounded by her guards. The dragon was the most powerful and important piece. She nodded to herself after the move, satisfied she'd done well.
As soon as her hand left her dragon, signifying her turn was done, Yorn broke into callous laughter. "Oh, sweet, stupid, Aelodi," he said. "You're truly terrible at this."
The old strategist wasted no time activating his mage to strike down Aelodi's dragon. There had been a weakness in her defenses, so Yorn easily penetrated her wall of guards and took out her most valuable piece.
Aelodi deflated as she watched her old teacher pick up the dragon and walk towards her. The largest piece by far, the dragon measured several inches long, one inch high, and more than an inch across. The old strategist guided the piece of polished stone inside her cunt.
The princess squeezed her eyes shut and cringed as he pushed the dragon between her slick folds. Her pussy reluctantly accepted the large piece, and she released a low moan.
"Your turn," Yorn said.
Aelodi had already lost three pieces, and she had taken none. Frustration was plain on her gorgeous face; Dread could tell her impatience was getting the better of her. She wanted to strike back and claim one of Yorn's pieces. Aelodi selected her mage and moved it to one side of the board, away from all the other pieces. She was clearly trying to set a trap, but even Dread saw through her plan, and he was a novice at the game of Command.
Yorn moved his own dragon into play and took one of Aelodi's guards. He slid the piece into her anus where it joined its fellow.
The game continued on, and Yorn struck down all of Aelodi's guards. Dread caught on fairly quickly that Yorn wasn't trying to rush a quick victory. Rather, he dismantled Aelodi's novice defense one guard at a time, no doubt to enjoy stuffing her bubble-shaped rear with her lost pieces.
The princess pleaded with the old strategist as he approached her with her tenth guard held between his fingers. "Please, Yorn," she said, face red. "I don't think it's going to fit. My bottom is very full." She extended her hands as if to ward him away.
