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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After the first stage of the contest, Myla approached Dread, sidling out onto the stage. Her face was troubled.

"What's wrong, princess?" Dread asked, sneering at the pink-haired girl.

"I do not like this contest," Myla said in her melodic voice. "But I will not lose. I will not be your slave."

"Sex slave," Dread corrected. "You're going to be my personal fucktoy, and I'll teach you to be more like your sister."

Myla shuddered. "I request help," she said. "I do not know how to do what Aelodi does. I need to win, even if I need to... lower myself."

Dread grinned down at the vulnerable princess, who was asking for his help to become more promiscuous.

"First off, you need a new costume," he said, gesturing at Myla's outfit.

Even though her stockings had been removed and the chest of her shirt had been ripped open, the modified outfit failed to be as revealing as Dread wanted.

"Like what?" Myla asked.

"I will help you before tomorrow," Dread said. "I'll dress you."

"No," Myla said, face flushing. "I want Mantlin."

Dread grinned down at her. "You love him?"

Myla gave a curt nod. Dread remembered that, in the Vale, Mantlin revealed he was a virgin, which meant they weren't truly lovers. That worked to his advantage.

"You've never fucked," Dread said.

Myla recoiled from the word as if from a viper. "No, of course not!" she exclaimed.

"What do you mean, of course not?" Dread sneered. "That's what people who love each other do."

"Our love transcends touch," Myla said, haughty. "A beast like you would not understand."

Dread grinned. "So you want Mantlin to dress you?"

Myla nodded, but then she frowned. "I still do not fully understand what the judges want."

"You're probably wondering why Aelodi is scoring so well, despite the fact she didn't dance at all," Dread said.

"Yes," Myla said. "I know she let them touch her, but still. She did not dance."

"Smart girl," Dread said, approvingly. "There's more to this contest than meets the eye. Follow me."

Dread led Myla towards a backstage room where grunting sounds and high-pitched squeals could be heard inside.

"The judges are only men," Dread said. "They have alternative motives in regards to scoring this contest. Aelodi is doing a lot to earn their favor."

Dread opened the door and held it open so Myla could shuffle forward and see inside. The fairy princess gasped, eyes wide with horror, and held her hands to her lips.

Aelodi was bent backwards over a small table, face up. Orf brutally choked her with his cock, hammering his length into her waiting throat. On her other end, Wreven pounded his cock into her ass. Boya and Lavie stood on either side of Aelodi's face, and she worked their erect cocks with her eager hands.

"This is why Aelodi will win," Dread said.

Myla's eyes filled with tears. "Poor sister," she said.

"What?" Dread said. "She loves it. Come."

He dragged Myla into the room and pushed Orf back from Aelodi to free her mouth.

"Gag my whore face!" Aelodi cried. "Fucking choke me with dick!"

"See?" Dread said. He knelt by Aelodi's cum and spit soaked face. "Do you like this, Aelodi?"

"I want more!" Aelodi whined. "Fuck me harder! Use me rougher!"

Myla continued covering her small lips with her hands, eyes wide with terror. "Sister," she said, voice breathy and sad.

Dread nodded to Orf and the man resumed skull fucking the white-blonde princess.

He pulled Myla out of the backroom and into the hall, closing the door behind him.

"I-I can't do that," Myla said, features haunted. "I have n-never even done it before."

"So, you're giving up?" Dread asked, sneering. Her words confirmed his guess. Of course the fairy bitch was a virgin. "What happened to your cocky attitude?"

Myla grumped and stuck out her bottom lip. "I cannot win anyway."

"That's not true," Dread said, smirking. "The final day will have a special event where you can make up the deficit."

"I can?" Myla said. Her face brightened with hope. She was so cute. He wanted to piss on her.

"Yes," Dread said. "But you will need to defeat Aelodi."

Myla's lovely green eyes narrowed. "I do not believe you."

"Believe it or not, it's the truth," Dread said.

"You want me to be your slave," Myla said. "Why would you let me win?"

"Princess," Dread said. "You're very beautiful. I had no idea just how attractive you are. You're a rare and precious girl, and I really just want to see you embrace sex." Reaching down Dread caressed Myla's cheek with the back of his hand. "It's such a waste for a girl as lovely as you to be some prim maiden but breaking you completely like Aelodi would be almost sad."

"What do I need to do?" Myla asked, face falling. "I will not be your slave!" The reality of her situation was sinking in and she was growing desperate. Good.

"Well, to start," Dread said. "You need to learn to suck cock."

"How will that help?" Myla demanded.

"You've seen how Aelodi is winning," Dread said. "A virgin has no chance to win but if you can learn some of sex, you can still beat Aelodi."

Myla wore a disgusted expression. "By acting like her."

"You won't need to go so far," Dread said. "There's something very appealing about a pure, innocent girl. Aelodi isn't pure or innocent anymore. You could get away with less."

"So, I -" Myla swallowed. "I could win?"

"Maybe, if you learn, starting by sucking cock."

"I do not know how," Myla said in a soft, small voice.

"Have Mantlin teach you the ways of the flesh," Dread said. "I suggest you use him to learn to suck dick."

Myla's face went scarlet and she fidgeted. By her reaction, Dread could assume she'd never even seen the pretty boy's cock, let alone sucked it.

"So, do you want to start trying to win, or will you just give up?" Dread leered at her. "I would love to make you a slave now, if you're feeling hopeless."

Myla looked up at him and she was so cute Dread wanted to slap her just to see her adorable features twist with indignation. But he practiced patience. He'd see how humiliation manifested on her adorable face before long.

"If I learn to -- suck, I will win?" Myla asked, eyes hopeful.

"Oh no," Dread said, laughing. "You are much more naive than I thought. A blowjob is no big deal, little more than a kiss between lovers, but it'll be a good start."

Myla smoothed her skirt with small hands as she thought. "Fine," she said. "As long as Mantlin is my teacher."

"Wonderful," Dread said, grinning at her. "You're making a wise choice, Myla. If you lose this competition and become my slave, I will do so much worse to you."

"Wonderful," Myla said in a soft, sarcastic tone.

He grabbed her small, delicate wrist and led her into a different backstage room that had been re-purposed as his own. The room was fairly bare and small with only a floor-to-ceiling mirror, a stool, and a small armchair for resting.

"Stay here, princess," Dread instructed. "I will collect your lover boy."

Myla nodded and she was plainly nervous. She paced back and forth, muttering to herself. She dry washed her hands, trying to comfort herself.

Dread left the small room and found Elaxia waiting outside. "Make me look like Mantlin," he told his pet enchantress.

She grinned at him and did as he asked. A filament of golden light settled over Dread and he now wore the face of Myla's love. He opened the band of his pants and inspected Mantlin's cock. The pretty boy possessed barely three inches, falling very short of Dread in the manhood arena.

"Remove the illusion around my cock," Dread said. "I want her to feel overwhelmed."

Elaxia obeyed and Dread's cock broke through the illusion, all nine inches, an intimidating proposition for many women, let alone a young virgin. The princess would have no idea the cock was wrong because she'd never seen Mantlin's dick.

"Next," Dread said. "Collect Mantlin and bring him into the room but disguise him as me. Make sure he's bound and gagged. I want him to watch."

Elaxia released a low laugh and she wore a wicked expression. "Of course, master."

The enchantress darted off. Dread returned inside the room disguised as Mantlin. Myla brightened as she saw him. The half-fairy girl rushed over and jumped into Dread's arms, wrapping small legs around his waist. He returned her warm embrace and squeezed her tight.

"Oh love," Myla said, tearful. "This is so awful."

"It is," Dread confirmed, stroking her soft hair. "That man is the worst."

"He's so evil," Myla said, sniffing. "Poor Aelodi."

"Your sister?" Dread said. "What happened?"

"He did something to her," Myla said, voice shaky. "She's so different."

Dread set Myla back on her feet and clasped her face in a loving gesture. "We can't let that happen to you."

Myla nodded and wiped away tears. "I guess he told you what you need to do."

"I don't like it," Dread said. "I wanted our first time to be special."

"Yes," Myla said. "When we marry."

"A shame," Dread said. "I am sorry, love, but I will need to teach you."

"Do you know how?" Myla asked. She placed a soft hand on his forearm.

Dread feigned embarrassment. "I read about it in a book."

Myla giggled. "What kind of book contains such perverted information?"

"An artist needs to stretch the boundaries, even if it makes them uncomfortable," Dread said, in his best imitation of the arrogant boy.

"I'm just happy the first time I do this will be with you," Myla said.

She drew closer and Dread enjoyed the intimate view of her perfect face. He kissed her, though Myla kept her lips together, denying his tongue. Still, her lips were plump and soft.

"The monster is demanding he is present for this," Dread said. "I'm sorry but I couldn't convince him otherwise."

Myla sighed but she gave a small smile. "I will focus only on you, love. We should just ignore him."

The door burst open and an image of Dread entered the room, followed by Elaxia. The illusion was very good, exactly like Dread in every way, but he knew that inside the visage, Mantlin was bound and gagged. Elaxia likely used an enchantment to ensure his physical cooperation so he wouldn't warn the pink-haired princess. The pretty boy sat in the chair in the corner.

"Okay," Dread said. "Let's begin."

"I am ready," Myla said. She pulled close to Dread and he held her.

"So, you know nothing about blowjobs?" Dread asked.

Myla hesitated before shaking her head. "I do not," she admitted.

"Well, for blowjobs, the first step is for the girl's hands to be bound," Dread said. He fished a pair of leather cuffs out of his jacket and set about binding Myla's delicate wrists behind her back.

"Wait," Myla said, tensing. "Why, love?"

"Well," Dread explained. "It's a blowjob and you only need your mouth to do it. Your hands will only get in the way."

Myla frowned up at him, uncertain.

"This is how everyone does it?" she asked.

"Of course," Dread lied. Eloth spat out a chuckle in his mind.

Mantlin, disguised as Dread, released a muffled cry, but Myla ignored him.

"Okay," Myla said, relaxing. She beamed up at him, so pure, so trusting.

Dread finished binding the princess's wrists behind her back and stood to face her. Easy to manipulate physically, she could be easily tossed around, and Dread loomed over her. With a firm hand on her slim shoulder, he pushed her to her knees. Myla squeaked but then she was on her knees, looking up at him. She directed a reproachful look in his direction.

"You need to be kneeling to do it," Dread explained.

She nodded and the warm, loving expression returned as she gazed up at a hallucination of her love. "I'm actually kind of excited," she giggled. "I always wanted to try this with you. It might even be fun!"

Mantlin groaned wordlessly, a gagged attempt at speaking, but Myla continued ignoring him.

Dread's cock hardened in his pants and he drew her attention to the bulge. Myla's eyes widened comically.

Unbuckling his belt, he opened his pants. He gripped the belt in one hand, saving it for later. Dread's cock bounced out and slapped Myla on one porcelain cheek.

"Oh!" Myla said, flinching. She studied the large dick with wide, curious lime green eyes. "It seems...big?"

"Thank you, princess," Dread said. He lovingly stroked her soft hair and his cock throbbed.

"So, my love is well endowed," Myla said proudly. "I knew I chose well." She beamed up at him, radiating love and affection.

Dread resisted a chuckle as he remembered Mantlin's tiny penis. A groan escaped the illusion in the corner, Mantlin expressing his dislike for the situation.

Dread lifted the tiny princess and moved her so she had a good view of herself in the mirror. Dread positioned her so she would be able to witness the violation of her lovely face. Dread fought down a surge of perverted excitement. Myla's first blowjob would be a ruthless skullfuck.

"So, how do I do it?" Myla asked. She stared at Dread's erect cock, slightly intimidated.

"Start by licking the tip," Dread suggested.

Mantlin's groans grew louder and more relentless from the corner.

Myla paused and turned to the illusion, her hair flicking. "You're so weird, monster," she snapped. "Are you grunting? Like an animal? Well, it suits you."

The pink-haired princess returned her attention to Dread's cock. Myla stuck out her tiny, adorable tongue and flicked it against the head of his cock. Bathing the head, she washed the bulging tip with tiny licks.

Mantlin's muffled cries had changed and Dread thought he was weeping. This only added to his enjoyment and he groaned as his cock hardened even more.

Myla giggled and withdrew her tongue. "Like this?"

"A good start," Dread said. "Now try and take it into your mouth. Hide your teeth."

"Oh!" Myla said, surprised and considering. "I never thought about that. Teeth would not feel good against this, would they?" she asked.

"Exactly," Dread said. He lovingly stroked her hair. "You're as clever and considerate as ever, love." Kneeling, he kissed Myla, and this time he forced his tongue into her mouth. Myla breathed heavily into his mouth. She tasted like honey.

Standing again, Dread presented his cock to the princess.

Myla took a deep breath and then stretched her small mouth as wide as it would go. She got the head into her mouth and her eyes furrowed in concentration. With great effort, she managed to take maybe two and a half inches of Dread into her mouth.

"Now try tightening your lips and moving your head back and forth," Dread said.

Myla's full lips clamped against the tip of his cock and she bobbed her head. The princess was absolutely terrible at sucking dick but her impossible beauty combined with the weeping sounds coming from Mantlin gave Dread great enjoyment. Now, time to take things further.

Withdrawing his cock from her mouth with a popping sound, Myla looked up happily at Mantlin. "Am I doing well?" she asked.

"Hmm," Dread said. "You're doing a fair job but not quite like the books described."

Myla's eyebrows furrowed and she got a concerned expression. "What am I doing wrong?"

"Normally, you need to take the dick all the way down," Dread said. He pointed at the base of his large cock. "Your lips should be reaching here."

Myla's small mouth fell open as her jaw dropped. "No way," she said, shaking her head. "That is surely impossible."

"That's how a blowjob is supposed to go," Dread said. "You should feel it in your throat."

Myla raised a small hand to her delicate neck. "To my throat?" she asked, dismayed.

"Yes," Dread said.

"I don't think I can do that, love," Myla said. She looked up at him with vulnerable eyes, oh so pretty, oh so pure, and with no idea what was coming.

Mantlin went silent in the corner.

"Try your best," Dread said. "Try to take as much of it down as you can."

Myla nodded, determined, and she opened her small mouth. Her full lips formed a ring around Dread's cock and she released small grunts of exertion as she tried to force as much of it as she could into her mouth.

Myla managed maybe three inches before the strain overwhelmed her. Her eyes opened and she went cross-eyed as she looked at his cock, before pulling free and gasping in a breath.

"There," she said, satisfied. "How did I do?"

Dread used a finger to indicate how deep she got and pointed to a place just one third down the cock.

"What?" Myla exclaimed. "I am certain I did better. I tried my hardest." She stared up at Dread with an expression of panic. "Am I that bad?"

"That's okay, love," Dread said, caressing her cheek. "I can help you."

"How?" Myla asked.

"I will just need to take control," Dread said.

"Oh," Myla said, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You are trying to take it into your mouth, and it's not working," Dread said.

Myla nodded in agreement.

"So, instead, I will push it into your mouth. I believe I can get it deeper."

"Okay!" Myla said, enthusiastic. "I'm so glad this is with you, love," she said, beaming up at him. Adorable, naive, and helpless with her hands tied.

"Just keep your mouth open and focus on not hitting it with your teeth," Dread said.

Myla nodded and then obediently opened her small mouth.

Reaching out, Dread seized a handful of her lovely pink hair on either side of her head, and aimed his cock towards her open mouth. Myla squeezed her eyes shut and she looked so trusting. The young princess had absolute belief in Mantlin and never imagined in a million years he would treat her poorly.

Yanking on her hair, Dread thrust his cock into her mouth and found her throat very tight. He only managed to get halfway inside.

Myla gagged immediately and her eyes burst open. She stared up at Dread with a look of alarm and twisted her head in his grip. She was weak, and her hands were bound, so Dread easily overpowered her.

Mantlin released a barrage of muffled sound.

"We need to get deeper," Dread said.

He strained his cock against her throat and felt his dick slide further inside. Another two inches invaded her wet lips. Myla gagged and struggled harder. Her eyes watered and tears dripped down her cheeks.

"Almost there, you're doing great," Dread said in a loving tone.

He yanked again on her hair and his large cock slammed home. Myla's adorable nose buried in his pubes and his balls pressed against her delicate chin. Dread held his cock sheathed in her gullet for a few seconds before pulling out.

Myla coughed, reeling from the rough treatment. Spit and pre-cum splattered onto the floor. Her makeup ran in two dark lines down her cheek and she breathed heavily. A soft sob escaped her.

"Love?" Dread said. He knelt at her side and massaged her slender shoulders. "Are you okay?"

"That hurt," she said, fixing Dread with a reproachful look. "I could not breathe. I was scared."

"I'm sorry love," Dread said. He wrapped her in a tight hug and let her sob into his shoulder. "I'm just trying to teach you."

Myla's tears dried up and she sniffled. "It's okay," she said.

The sight of her sad, tearful face, with her makeup ruined caused Dread's arousal to spike. He'd only fucked into her throat once, but he wanted to do so much more to her. Today, he'd use her tight little throat like a pussy and fuck her face until she was a mess.

"You did good," Dread said. "I didn't feel your teeth even once."