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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"Welcome to the second night of the talent contest!" Dread exclaimed.
The theater had sold out once again. Word of the previous night had spread like salacious wildfire through the Silken City. Now a theater mostly full of horny men stared up at him as he introduced the night's festivities.
"First, I will review the points and reveal which girl is winning. Then we will move onto the interview portion of tonight's events," Dread said. "In first place, we have Princess Aelodi with a perfect hundred and twenty points!"
The crowd erupted in applause as Aelodi strode out on stage. The white-blonde princess wore a tiny slip of underwear and a bra with nothing else. Her cheeks were flushed, and she grinned like a pervert as she sauntered out towards Dread. To his surprise, she bent into him and tongue-kissed him, rubbing his cock through his pants. Dread pushed her away, and she groaned. Her hand darted down between her legs.
"In second place, we have Cresha, the table dancer, with eighty-nine points!"
The crowd thundered with cheers and clapping as the buxom, curly-haired brunette bounced out, matching Aelodi in nothing but a brassiere and a pair of panties. The woman's bra barely contained her massive tits. Apparently, she'd taken inspiration from Aelodi the night before and took steps to match her but still refrained from going fully nude. Well, everyone had a limit. It just so happened that Aelodi's limits had been stretched until they snapped.
"In third place, we have the famed singer Sanri with fifty-one points!"
Sanri rolled out on stage wearing a very daring dress with a hem that ended just beneath the clefts of her pert butt. A plunging neckline teased her perky breasts. She surprised Dread by walking right up to him and mirroring Aelodi. The pretty, dark-haired singer leaned in and kissed him passionately. The crowd roared their approval. Dread used the embrace as a chance to squeeze her tight little rump, and Sanri moaned into his mouth. Then he turned her away with hands on her shoulders, and she posed, facing the crowd. A brilliant smile lit up her face.
"After Sanri, we have Princess Myla with forty-nine points."
A surge of excitement exploded in Dread's chest. Myla floated out like she was walking on air, but her outfit had changed dramatically from the night before, and it had been entirely decided by Dread.
The petite pink-haired princess smiled, but the expression was strained. A tiny sky-blue skirt swished as she walked, barely covering her pelvis and flashing her pink panties. White stockings clung to her thighs, leaving a gap of exposed, milky leg below the skirt. A brassiere masquerading as a blouse barely supported her breasts and exposed her slender middle. The blouse had no sleeves, and so her shoulders were also on display. A frilly white and pink choker necklace clung to her delicate neck, adorned with a small bell that jingled as she walked.
The crowd howled and hooted for Myla and her smile changed from forced to genuine. Despite the context, the youngest princess was a performer, and she loved to be adored. As she walked out on stage, Dread took the initiative and met her. He grabbed her, causing her to squawk in surprise, and forced his tongue between her glossy, plump lips. The skirt made for easy access to her incredible ass, and he squeezed her firm, tight cheeks hard. The princess fought him as he tasted her mouth, but her struggles were futile. Then he released her, and she glared at him, but the crowd cheered louder than ever.
"Finally," Dread said, "in last place, we have Poulet with a score of twelve."
The traditional stage dancer took the stage, and Dread almost laughed because she still refused to modify her outfit. Stubbornly, she persisted in wearing a traditional dance leotard. Beside the other girls, she looked very out of place. Dread booed loudly in her face as she walked out. The dancer tried bravely to smile, but the audience joined him in heckling her. Soon, the entire theater rained boos down on Poulet, and she deflated, shoulders slumping.
"Now, please welcome our judges!"
The curtain opened and revealed the same six judges from the night before. The men were looking mighty excited as their eyes feasted on the fantastically attractive contestants. Orf was already standing and leaning over the table, panting, like an idiot mutt in sight of a bone. Dread shook his head.
"The first event of the evening is the interview!" Dread exclaimed. The crowd clapped politely. "Each of our judges will ask a question, and the girls will each answer. The judges will select which answer they like the best."
The crowd murmured with interest, and Dread turned to the judges. Wreven was the only monarch among the judges, so Dread honored him by giving him first go. "Wreven, your question?"
The Barbarian King rose and walked forward, studying the girls, taking his time admiring Myla's legs. The fairy princess blushed and averted her gaze.
"My question is simple," Wreven said. He paused to stare at Sanri's ass. "What is your favorite type of sex and why?"
The crowd cheered, and some men stood to whistle and shout obscenities.
"We'll ask the girls in order from first place to last," Dread said. "Aelodi?"
"I like a mean-spirited gang rape," Aelodi said, eyes dreamy. She wore a vacant smile, and her hand massaged her wet sex through her flimsy panties. "A big group of rough, hard men using me for their own pleasure. I like when they spit on me, gag me, gape my ass, fuck me in every hole, and then shower me in cum."
The crowd erupted in wild cheers, and Dread smiled. Poulet looked on with shocked, horrified eyes. Myla's face was red, but she remained determined.
"Or," Aelodi continued, turning to Dread. "I like when Daddy Dread ruins me with his big, fat cock. I like gagging on his cock or when he chokes me, oh, or when he pulls my hair while he fucks my slut ass."
"Wow," Dread said. "What a whore! Thank you, Aelodi."
The white-blonde princess had been aroused to distraction by her words, and she dropped to her knees before Dread, trying to open his pants. He slapped her across the cheek, and she moaned.
"Not now, slut," Dread snapped. "Get up."
Aelodi obeyed him, but she bit her lip, grinding her knees together, and she worked her hand between her legs to frantically touch herself.
"Cresha?" Dread asked.
"Umm," the buxom, curly-haired woman said, staring at Aelodi. "Well, I'm not as eager as the princess, but I do like a big cock." She faced Wreven. "You look like you have a big dick. I'd love to ride it."
The crowd cheered, and Wreven grinned at the table dancer.
"Are you sure you could handle me?" Wreven said.
Cresha's eyes flashed. "No, but I love a challenge."
Wreven boomed out a laugh. "Good answer."
Cresha winked at him.
"Let's hear from Sanri," Dread said.
Sanri smiled up at Wreven shyly. "I don't know that much about sex," she said. She shot a wondering glance at Aelodi, who was busy fucking herself with her own fingers. "But I want to learn." Sanri's face was eager and earnest, and she grinned up at Wreven. "I guess I like sex when a man is teaching me."
The crowd erupted in cheers, and Wreven walked forward to loom over the gorgeous singer. "I'd love to teach you," Wreven said. "I bet most men would."
The crowd shouted out their affirmation. Yes, they would, in fact, love to teach a shy, famous, gorgeous tavern singer the ways of sex. A shocking development, indeed.
Sanri smiled coyly, and Dread moved on.
"Myla?" Dread asked, sneering at her.
The pink-haired princess clearly had no idea how to answer. She thought furiously, but she was a virgin and had only sucked her first dick the night before.
"I like sucking--" Myla stumbled when it came time to name male genitals "--a man. My favorite part is having my hands bound and the belt around my neck," she said sincerely, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Dread almost choked.
A great guffaw came from the table of judges. For some reason, Orf was standing on the table. "What?!" he shouted. "Did I hear that right?"
Wreven growled again, a low sound from deep in his throat, and Myla looked at him in surprise. "I had no idea you were like that, Myla," the barbarian king said. "I imagine I'd like that too."
Myla appeared extremely confused by the reaction to her words, but she smiled when the audience roared their approval. Dread wanted to move things quickly along before the youngest princess realized the truth; blowjobs didn't normally involve tied wrists and a belt around the girl's neck.
"Finally, we have Poulet. Poulet?" Dread asked.
The timid girl fidgeted for a moment. "I like reading erotica," she said. Silence answered her declaration, and Dread fought down a laugh. "There are so many interesting fantasies I haven't explored in real life. Like doing it with another woman."
The audience went ballistic. Wreven stared bug-eyed at the conservative girl, and she flushed to her forehead.
"This is most unexpected," Wreven said.
"So," Dread said. "Whose answer did you like best?"
Wreven considered the girls, his eyes sliding from Aelodi to Cresha to Myla to Sanri. He even considered Poulet with a small grin.
"This is a good time to mention the other aspect of the interview portion," Dread said. "The judge picks a winner, and then he will use her to act out her answer. The lucky girl who is chosen will have the obligation to make her response a reality."
The girls froze and stared at him in shock, except for Aelodi, who was busy creaming herself senseless.
"What?" Poulet exclaimed, horrified.
"Well," Wreven said. "I liked Aelodi's answer, but I've already dumped buckets of cum in that slut."
Aelodi moaned when Wreven called her a slut, and her legs trembled as she came. Her inner thighs were glistening with her excitement.
"Myla's suggestion with a belt and bound hands is certainly interesting," Wreven said.
Myla stared at the large man in abject horror. She shook her head no.
"But I'm going to have to give this one to Cresha," Wreven said. He leaned down and kissed the table dancer, his massive hands running over her voluptuous body.
Cresha's eyes stayed open during the kiss, wide with shock. Doubtless, she was grappling with the knowledge she would have to ride this massive man, according to her own answer.
"I should also point out that winning a judge's vote in this event counts for fifty points per judge. So, that's fifty points to Cresha!"
Hearing the points she'd just earned did a lot to placate Cresha. The crowd murmured in disbelief. The girls were staring at him like he was crazy. Dread winked at Myla, and she responded with solemnity and an expression of raw will.
"Let's move along to our next judge," Dread said. "Vallim?"
The pudgy merchant prince with small, dark eyes rose and considered the lovely ladies. He cleared his throat, and the buzz of speculation from the audience petered out.
"Are there any limits to what you would let a man do to you during sex?" Vallim asked.
"Aelodi?" Dread asked.
"No," Aelodi said, voice hot. "Well, actually, I don't want to be treated well. I'm a stupid slut, so treat me like it! That's it."
The audience murmured excitedly, jeering as the drop-dead gorgeous princess continued plumbing her cunt with her fingers.
"Cresha?" Dread asked.
