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.
