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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The next morning, Dread met with select merchant princes in his study. He'd earned the trust and loyalty of them all, save the one he executed for being a spy, but only a small number among them had been invited.

The men asked after Princess Aelodi, eager to feed her their seed, but Dread told them she was currently indisposed. Elaxia charmed the royal girl to touch herself while repeating a specific phrase. "Fuck my whore holes, daddy. Hurt me, daddy."

Dread stole the idea from Yorn but making her say daddy added an extra layer of depravity. He promised the merchant princes they would have more chances to enjoy Aelodi in the future.

The merchant princes were thriving under Dread's rule. The removal of all tariffs and restrictions increased their profits and lined their pockets. Dread acted as an intermediary between the merchant princes and his many criminal subjects. He offered the merchant princes protection from Goren and the other gang leaders in exchange for their loyalty. The merchant princes sided with Dread because of profits, but he didn't care about their motivations. They were his puppets, dancing to the pull of his strings, and their motives were irrelevant so long as they moved when he twitched his fingers.

"I have a few businesses in the middle district," Vallim was saying. "I'm thinking about moving everything to the outer district."

Other merchant princes murmured their agreement.

"There's no need," Dread said. "I will take the middle district before long. Don't bother relocating, just wait."

The merchant princes spoke up, asking how he planned to take the middle district. Dread responded in the vaguest of terms. He would happily use these men but he didn't trust them. Telling them his plans served no purpose so he kept them in the dark.

"Tell me about Anthony's other daughters," Dread said. "Princess Nera and Princess Myla."

"Nera is a renowned fencer," Vallim said. "The girl has won multiple major tournaments and she's just nineteen. Her skill is formidable and many consider her a genius with a blade. Beyond fencing, she's won no small number of matches in the arena."

"Princess Nera is a breathtaking beauty," Galvin added. The cloth trader sat comfortably across from Dread. "Many suitors have pursued her hand in marriage but she's infamous for her impossibly high standards."

"Nera is the king's favorite, the apple of his eye, and it's no secret. He dotes on her and caters to her every whim," Elvar added.

The king's favorite? Dread desire to subjugate Nera grew. The more the betrayer king loved the daughter, the more he would suffer when she fell into whoredom.

"Where does she spend her days?" Dread asked.

Vallim cracked a deviant grin in Dread's direction. "Do you plan to take Nera as you've taken Aelodi?" he asked.

"Where?" Dread repeated.

The old drunk Elvar cleared his throat and spoke. "I'm not sure, my king. Nera was a fixture on the practice yard but she's been missing. No one knows where she went."

Vallim spoke. "Rumor says the king sent her away from the Silken City."

The king sent his favorite daughter away. Dread revealed too much of his true designs to Anthony when he threatened his other daughters. The king responded by sending his favorite far from the Silken City and out of Dread's reach. But where?

"Any indication where he sent her?" Dread asked.

"None, my king," Galvin said. "We can only guess she's been sent away because she hasn't been seen in the practice yard. Nera spent all of her time there, but she hasn't been sighted in days. We will keep watch and inform you if anything changes."

"Thank you, Galvin," Dread said. "What of Princess Myla?"

The merchant princes exchanged excited glances.

"Myla is one of the most popular performers in the Silken City. A master of song and dance, her act is a sight to behold," Galvin said.

"She's that good, is she?" Dread asked.

"Yes, my king," Elvar said. "I've seen her perform many times and she stirred such desire in me. Myla's beauty is otherworldly, but that's also why Queen Beth despises her."

Dread grinned to himself. The queen despised Princess Myla? He wondered how he might use that information to his advantage. Nera was out of reach so he would settle for the royal songbird.

"Why does the queen dislike her daughter?" Dread asked.

"That's just the thing," Vallim said. "Myla may not be the queen's daughter. I don't know if you've seen the youngest princess before, but she has a very unique appearance. She's slight with pale green eyes and her hair is naturally pink, the color of candy cotton. Even her mannerisms defy the common. She has an ethereal way about her. Often dreamy while awake and her attention is fleeting. Myla projects a supernatural allure. Rumor paints a picture that Myla was born out of wedlock, the child of a forbidden union between Anthony and a fairy."

A fairy? Dread crooked an eyebrow. For such an ardent family man, Anthony strayed far from his wife. Fairies were creatures of legend but Dread had witnessed enough legends in the flesh to know they existed. Real though they were, encountering a fairy was very rare.

"I can't imagine Queen Beth appreciates such a public and obvious reminder of the king's infidelity," Dread said.

Vallim laughed. "The relationship between Beth and Anthony has long been strained, even before your arrival in the city, and the disgracing of Princess Aelodi has only widened the chasm between them."

"I hear they rarely talk," Elvar said. "They never sup in the same dining room and they sleep in separate quarters."

"I see," Dread said. The beginnings of a plan formed in his mind. "And Myla is still in the Silken City?"

Galvin nodded. "I saw her perform just last night and I was so pent up afterwards. I had to attend a brothel."

"Thank you for your time," Dread said, rising. "As always, the course of my questions must not leave these walls. I have no mercy nor patience for loose lips. Betray me, or speak of my intentions, and you will grow intimate with suffering before you perish."

The merchant princes vocalized their assent, some openly afraid after his threat, and Dread bid them goodbye.

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After the meeting, Dread returned home. The temperature inside his mansion climbed considerably as the midday sun shone sweltering beams through the windows. He came to collect Princess Aelodi from her bed so he burst into her room.

The royal blonde rested on the bed on her back, hand moving sluggishly between her legs, and she blinked up at the ceiling in a leaden daze.

Her lips moved but she spoke in a whisper. Elaxia's charm forced her to repeat the same phrase for the entire morning while touching herself and she uttered the words in a hushed tone. Dread leaned over the bed to listen and she remained idle. The flat cast to her eyes gave the impression that her cognizance had fled and only an empty vessel remained.

"Fuck my whore holes, daddy. Hurt me, daddy," Aelodi murmured. "Fuck my whore holes, daddy. Hurt me, daddy." The words spilled from her emotionless mouth but carried no weight.

A healer who worked under Vice Criminal Goren treated the princess's welts, and her skin had been restored to its previously pristine condition. Dread loosened the buckles restraining Aelodi's ankles to her bed. At his request, Elaxia released the princess from her charmed compulsion.

The royal blonde's hands fell limp at her sides and her dopey mouth hung open. A line of drool spilled from the corner of her mouth and dripped on her clavicle. The princess's cunt glistened but she made no move to touch herself once released from the enchantment. Splayed out on the bed, she was lethargic to the point of immobility.

The very long session with her old teachers, which carried on until dawn after Dread excused himself, had snapped some vital thread within the princess. When he collected her early that morning, she had been sprawled out on the floor coated head to toe in semen, incoherent and motionless. Outside of the repeating phrase Elaxia had charmed into her mouth, the girl had not spoken a single word since.

Dread snapped his fingers in front of her gorgeous features but she didn't even blink.

"What's wrong with her?" Elaxia asked.

Dread shrugged. "Maybe I broke her."

He worked his hands between her legs and penetrated her wet sex with two fingers. Aelodi persisted in resembling a large doll, prone and stiff. He didn't know what to make of her current state.

"Aelodi?" he said into her ear, loud.

The girl didn't shift a muscle.

"Princess whore, slut, are you in there?" He shouted.

She stared past him with a vacant expression.

Dread slapped her face. Her head whipped to the side but didn't shift back. She remained in the post slap position, her head resting on one cheek and staring away. His plan had been to break Aelodi, to destroy her utterly, but truthfully he had never done this before. He wasn't sure if her new state meant he'd succeeded or if he went too far.

"I know what she needs," Dread said. "More dick."

Elaxia frowned. "I'm not sure that's going to help."

"Only one way to find out," Dread said. "Let's get her up."

Together, they hoisted the princess to a sitting position and then up on her feet. She didn't collapse once they let go. Aelodi held in place on relaxed muscles, eyes barren.

Dread opened a package he received from Galvin, the merchant prince who traded in fabrics. A very expensive, elegant dress waited within. Dread held it up against Aelodi's naked body. The dress had been sewn from the finest thread, and intricate floral patterns were stitched into the hem and bodice. The bust had been tailored modestly to display tasteful cleavage. Bows and puffy frills highlighted the sleeves, neckline, and skirt.

"What a pretty dress for a pretty princess!" Dread exclaimed.

He held the dress up in front of her blank gaze. Aelodi responded to the fine outfit with complete and total apathy.

With Elaxia's help, Dread guided the dress up the princess's legs and pulled the bodice up to support her incredible breasts. Aelodi allowed them to bend her joints and manipulate her body without any resistance. Elaxia buttoned up the back.

Aelodi's slender shoulders and the back of her delicate neck were exposed. The overly girly dress with its many bows and frills enhanced her beauty while retaining the class and refinement suiting a proper princess. Dread finished dressing her by tying small bows in her white-blonde twintails and adorning her fair head with a beautiful tiara studded with gems.

Once dressed, she appeared suitably royal but still lacked any trace of will or emotion.

Eloth spoke into Dread's mind. "The princess is vulnerable," he spat. "Her sense of self is cowering within her. Plant my mark upon her skin and I will claim her forever. She will belong to me."

Dread obliged the ancient god to fulfill the pact. He extended a finger and opened a narrow connection to Eloth. His nail traced an intricate mark on the nape of Aelodi's dainty neck, a pattern of complex geometry. The symbol glowed bright pink as it sank into the royal girl's skin before fading to a pale fuchsia. Despite being only coin-sized, it held great power. The mark signified Eloth's ownership of the royal blonde. Any depraved acts inflicted upon her would feed him, supplying a steady source of sustenance. The god would gorge himself upon any unspoiled remnants of Aelodi's soul.

Dread hustled the girl towards the door. "Come, whore, you have quite a day ahead of you."

He decided not to use her collar or leash; he doubted the princess would attempt an escape in her current form. Aelodi walked stiffly but she was easily guided. A firm grip on her bare shoulders allowed Dread to steer her through the halls of his mansion and outside into the hot sun.

Dread stopped her in front of the pillory he'd hired a carpenter to build. The restrictive structure faced out on the street. Some citizens of the outer district made a habit of crowding outside his home, muttering and whispering, and even now there was a sizable crowd. The number of denizens of the outer district who loitered around his home only grew after the incident between Roy and Aelodi. Word had traveled fast and many were eager to witness the next act of depravity imposed on a princess of the Golden Lands.

"Get in," he told the princess. He gestured at the open pillory.

The royal blonde squinted up at the sky but didn't move to obey. Dread finessed her head down so her neck rested in the largest open hole. Then he navigated her slack hands into the smaller open holes. Lowering the upper wooden board, he locked the princess in place. She sagged, bent over, unresponsive to her new situation. The extravagant tiara tumbled to the dirty street so Dread picked it up and placed it back on her head.

Dread turned to the second piece of wood the carpenter made for him, a large sign. He wrote on the sign in chalk.

"Fuck Princess Aelodi. Cost: Free. A gift from King Dread of the Dark Lands."

In the short minutes Dread spent locking Aelodi in the pillory, the crowd nearly doubled. Onlookers muttered and cheered as he wrote.

Swapping chalk for a red pastel pencil, Dread wrote "royal" on the Aelodi's forehead and "whore" on her cheeks using her mouth as the o. He scrawled "cumdump" just above the wrinkled star of her anus with an arrow pointing down. Crouching beneath her, he pulled up the front of her dress and added "sperm latrine" just above her dribbling cunt.

Vice criminal Goren and the rest of the Knife Nick gang met Dread outside of his mansion. Large, hardened men marked with primitive tattoos, their scarred skin spoke to a lifetime of violence and misdeeds. A few of them leered at Aelodi's restrained, bent-over body.

"Hey ho, king boss," Goren said in his thick drawl. "Up to no good, I hopes?"

"Always," Dread said. "I wanted to give you and your boys a present." He clapped a hand against Aelodi's shapely rear, and to his surprise, she wiggled her hips just a little. "Princess Aelodi, Anthony's daughter. You can fuck her however you want; just don't do her any permanent damage, you hear? I want my pretty princess fucktoy to stay pretty."

Goren rubbed his grimy hands together. "Oh boss king, you're too good to us bastards."

"I gift her to you as thanks for excluding the merchant princes from your racketeering," Dread said. "But I also want a favor. After you and your boys finish, watch her and make sure no one gives her any scars. I'm gonna let the whole outer district take a turn with her."

Goren looked at Dread with an expression of awe. "You're an evil fuck, king boss, lightning strike me bones down if I er cross you."

"Does Anthony's blood course through your veins?" Dread asked.

Goren guffawed. "'Course not, boss, me pa was a rapist and me ma were a whore."

"Then you'll retain my good grace," Dread said.

The Knife Nick gang surrounded Aelodi and dropped their pants. Hands stretched out to explore the languid form of the princess. Fingers yanked down the bust of her dress, revealing her heavenly tits and small, pierced nipples. Dirty gropers gripped her nipples and twisted.

More rough hands hiked up the back of her skirt and explored her holes. Fingers stuffed her ass, working in circles, while more fingers fucked into her sopping sex. Different sets of fingers focused on squeezing and pressing upon her clit.

"Ughhh," Aelodi said. Not words, but she was starting to vocalize. The girl released a wordless groan. "Uhhhhhhaagg." She started panting and her previously lifeless eyes gradually regained a semblance of reprobate awareness.

Dread set a stone goblet full of pastel pencils on the ground next to Aelodi. He raised his voice and addressed the still growing crowd of onlookers.

"Princess Aelodi is my gift to the outer district," he called in a strong, booming voice. "Everyone can take a turn with the royal slut."

Cheers and calls of celebration rose from the crowd of onlookers, but not everyone jubilated. Others watched the mistreatment with apparent disgust.

Two hardened criminals took turns jamming sizable cocks past Aelodi's plump, pouty lips and into her throat. The royal blonde put up no resistance, allowing these rugged men to use her face as an easy, available plaything. As stiff cocks plunged into her gullet, the vocalizations grew more intense.

"Gawahkkaa," Aelodi gurgled.

As the men swapped in and out, blocking her airway with their dicks, Aelodi started to come alive. Her hands, trapped in place by the pillory, rotated desperately. Her fingers flexed but she was held immobile. Tears dotted her cheeks, the tickling of her tonsils causing her lovely eyes to water.

The men prodding and stuffing her box and bum with their fingers stepped back. A large, hard ruffian lined his puffed up pucker to her pussy lips and thrust inside her. Aelodi groaned around the member currently obstructing her throat. Hammering her from behind, so hard that the pillory lurched, the man popped his thumb into the crinkled entrance of her ass.

One of the many criminals taking turns fucking her gorgeous face pinched Aelodi's nose with his fingers and she responded to the loss of control with a violent orgasm.

Her hands flexed, every finger extended, and her eyes rolled up into her head. The tiara atop her white-blonde hair was crooked and it jostled with every thrust into her sex from behind.

Despite being silent for most of the day, Aelodi now overflowed with attempts to communicate. The ten or so men taking turns choking her with their phalluses meant she failed to form any words but she was trying, bless her.

After one of the scoundrels finished alternating between clogging and unclogging her windpipe with a fat dick, he pulled out and blasted the royal blonde's lovely face with seed. Aelodi gasped in a breath, even as ropes of semen splattered onto her pretty nose and painted her lips. A frantic stream of words escaped her.

"Fuck my whore holes, daddy!" Aelodi squealed. "Hurt me, daddy!"

The vacuous emptiness that had previously consumed her had been filled up with feverish lust. Aelodi's eyes were wild with excitement as the group of men slapped her breasts, tugged on her hair, plugged her ass with fingers, and spat on her.

Any further declarations from the blonde royal were muted by a new crowd of angry penises corking her mouth and vocal cords. Reanimated and frenzied with an urge for sex, a furious series of orgasms claimed domain over Aelodi's incredible body.

With so much attention paid to her exposed, sensitive physique, she was stimulated continuously over the edge of yearning and crashed perpetually into an ocean of mind-melting euphoria.

One of the criminals wrote "dick sheath" across her throat at the same time her dainty neck bulged with the presence of an invading cock.

Another pounded her rectum without mercy, callous in his fucking of her ripe peach of an ass, and he used her full breasts to leverage himself deeper and harder inside.

Aelodi's rising tide of words had devolved into ceaseless shrieks of raw ecstasy. An avalanche of cock had filled whatever gaping holes she possessed, emotional as well as physical, and now she experienced an overload of fullness. Rough sex and hard cock had taken root in the wasteland of her tortured mind.