WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.
Author: A Strange Geek
Title: The Pilfered Princess
Summary: An evil sorcerer kidnaps a princess in his bid for conquest,
but gets a lot more than he bargained for. A humorous sendup of formula
fantasy stories.
Part: 2 of 5
Keywords: MF, M+F, FF, oral, nc, bon, tort, rough, magic, parody, humor
Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005
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The Princess lay curled up on her bed, still sound asleep when she
was jolted by the sound of the door to her cell slamming shut again.
She gave a small gasp, then a luxurious yawn, stretching her arms out
and over her head, realizing only when she had completed the yawn that
she /could/ stretch her arms out and over her head.
She blinked a few times in the dimness, a glance out the window
telling her it was nearing dawn. As she stretched her legs, she still
felt a small ache in her nether regions, causing a small smile to grace
her lips. She wondered when they had released her. She must have been
so tired that she had not stirred even once during the night.
Sarah sat up in bed, and something tugged briefly at her neck, a
gently clinking sound behind her as something cool touched her back.
She turned and saw a long chain coiled on the bed, one end secured
to the headboard with a large padlock. The other end emerged from the
coil and went up her back. She lifted a hand to her neck and felt a
thick iron collar had been locked around it. Immediately she ran her
fingers along it, searching for a means to release it, to free herself
from its cold restraint, but gasped when she touched the place where
the ends came together, and found herself touching a great, heavy
padlock. Similarly, she yanked on the chain, and found it to be
attached to the collar via the same padlock. She fingered the padlock,
finding no means to release it, no means to loosen it or even shift it.
For the time being, her capture was effectively permanent. Princess
Sarah now had to face the stark reality that there was no way for her
or anyone else to free her from her cruel imprisonment.
/Good, at least they know how to do this right,/ she thought.
As the room slowly brightened with the approaching sunrise, her
eyes spied a large tray on the floor just inside the door, filled with
lush fruits and thick pieces of bread. The Princess retrieved the tray
quickly and returned to her bed, making short work of her breakfast, as
they had given her nothing to eat the night before.
/Yes, they definitely want me alive,/ she thought with a cynical
smile. /And I'm likely to stay that way for awhile./
Princess Sarah was very much aware of her father's feelings about
her. She was also aware of her father's feelings towards doing anything
other than the minimum required effort to get the job done. And from
this she drew the conclusion that the Barrier was not coming down
anytime soon.
By the time the Princess had finished her meal and was setting her
tray aside, she heard noise at the door. She quickly brushed down her
hair with her hands, straightened the collar around her neck, and
folded her hands demurely in her lap.
The door to her cell was pulled open by the guard, a small grin
touching one side of her mouth as she saw it was the same guard that
had "raped" her the evening before. But then he stood aside she gasped
when the incubus stepped into the room instead.
Sarah swallowed, a trembling hand alighting on her breast, her
breath growing short as her eyes fell on the frightening flaming red
form of the Dark Lord's Right Hand of Terror. Her eyes then slid down
to his great phallus, standing out obscenely from his body, and her
heart began to pound.
"I hope you had a nice meal, Princess," Inferno said with a sneer
and a heavily sarcastic tone of voice. "You know how much we want your
stay to be ... " His lips curled into a most evil snarl. " ...
/pleasant/."
Princess Sarah looked into his burning eyes, and felt palpitations
besieging her fluttering heart. Her skin grew flush from the heat of
his body as well as the intensity of his lustful gaze upon the creamy
white skin of her helpless body. She felt herself shake from the
thought of the unspoken perversions she was sure were running through
his sick and twisted mind at that moment.
"Well, Princess, make no mistake about today!" the incubus growled.
"Yesterday, you were shown the smallest scraps of mercy from our Dark
Lord. This will cease. Today, no mercy will be shown for you or your
..." He looked up and down her body, licking his lips with his forked
tongue, gazing at her with perverted desire. " ... /delicate/ body."
Sarah gasped and gave him a horrified look. Her heart raced and she
drew her legs tightly against her body, hugging her arms protectively
around them.
"Yes, Princess Sarah," Inferno said with a throaty chuckle. "Today,
you will feel torture like you have never dreamed possible!"
"Oh gods! Oh gods!" Sarah cried desperately. "I knew it! Y-you're
going to rape me after all w-with your ... y-your /utterly/ grotesque
... your /obscenely/ long ... your /incredibly/ /thick/ ... your ...
y-your ... oh my ..." Princess Sarah fanned herself with her hand,
panting. "It's rather hot in here, isn't it?"
"No, Princess, I am not going to rape you today," Inferno said.
Princess Sarah stopped fanning herself and looked at him. "You're
not?" she asked.
"No, Princess."
"Um ... are you sure?"
"Yes, Princess, I am quite sure," Inferno said, impatience creeping
into his voice. "Now, I ..."
"But didn't you say you wanted to show me no mercy?"
Inferno paused. "Er ... well, yes, but ..."
"And wouldn't you show me no mercy if you raped me?"
"Well, yes, that's true, but as I said ..."
"Don't you want to hear me scream?"
"I fully intend to do just that!" Inferno cried in exasperation.
"If you would just ..."
"If you put that in me," she said, nodding to his large phallus,
licking her lips, her voice a touch husky. "I'll /definitely/ scream."
"/For the last time, I am not bloody raping you today!/" Inferno
shouted. "Blast you, girl! If you would just shut up a minute, I will
tell you what we will be doing to you today!"
Princess Sarah paused, then nodded and said, "Okay."
The incubus fumed, steam clouding around his head and obscuring his
vision for a few moments. He never thought he would so loathe hearing
so simple a word as "okay". He dispersed the steam with an angry wave
of a taloned hand, silently counting to ten. It did him no good, he was
still just as angry at the Princess as he was a moment ago. "This day,
Princess Sarah, you will be turned over to the Dark Lord Mallevelus
most evil, most foul, most merciless /torturer!/"
Sarah uttered a loud, fearful gasp, her eyes following the guard
with mounting dread as he entered the room and unlocked the chain from
the bed. He gave it a vicious snap and pulled her towards him, yanking
her off the bed. She stumbled as her feet hit the floor, and she had to
struggle back to her feet as the guard held the chain fast in his hand.
His hand fell to his side, yanking at her collar again, preventing her
from standing up straight. She scrabbled at the collar, making small
frightened noises as she vainly tried to free herself from it.
Inferno's lips split in a toothy grin. This was more like it. "No,
Princess, no escape for you, none at all," the incubus said with great
relish as she continued to struggle. "And, Princess, this particular
torturer has a specialty. A specialty for the most tender, the most
sensitive areas on a young, naked woman's body."
Sarah's eyes opened wide, shimmering with moisture, her lower lip
trembling as she gave the incubus a frightened, pleading look.
"And then, Princess, only after your most tender flesh has been
rendered painfully raw, only after your most intimate folds hurt so
badly that you will run out of tears, only then will you feel the touch
of a manhood inside you!"
Sarah uttered a loud moan of despair, heaving a single loud sob.
Inferno laughed. "Yes, Princess! Now you understand! This is not
fun and games! Today you will most certainly not associate being raped
with pleasure!!"
Sarah gasped and looked at him. "You mean ... /then/ you'll rape
me?"
Inferno's smile faltered. "Er ... huh?"
"At the point I'm supposed to feel the touch of a manhood inside
me," Sarah said. "Will you be the one to rape me?"
"Well ... not me, personally, but ..."
"Oh ... are you sure you don't want to ... "
"/Take her away!/" Inferno snarled to the guard.
At the same time, dawn was also breaking over the palace in the
Kingdom of Light. The King threw open the doors to the courtyard to
greet the morning sun, only to immediately wish he had not. He groaned
and rubbed his throbbing temples, fighting the desire to return inside
and go back to bed. Rising at this hour was unusual for the monarch in
the best of circumstances, and he was in less of a mood for it that
particular morning, especially after having a night where the wine
flowed just a little too freely in the wake of hearing the news about
his daughter.
King Beneficus trying a second time to face the sun without his
brain feeling like picks were being inserted through his eyes, rubbing
his head with a sigh. He thought about quietly slipping back to his
room, but at that moment, a bubbly voice burst into a happy greeting
behind him. "Good morning, your Majesty!"
The King winced. Now it felt like picks being jabbed into his ears
as well. He turned and cast a bleary look at Joy, standing there in her
best white robe, her wings neatly brushed, and a beatific smile on her
face. She clutched a large scroll to her bosom.
"Are you ready, your Majesty?" she asked eagerly.
"Ugh ... ready for what?" he rasped.
"To greet the brave young men that will vie for the honor of
rescuing your fair daughter, of course!"
The King raised an eyebrow. "Vie?"
"Well, your Majesty, we just can't allow anyone to rescue her, can
we?" Joy asked. "We must test their mettle, find out which among them
is the strongest, the wisest, and the bravest, and only he will be the
one worthy enough to set about on this quest!"
The King made a face. In his view, if any of the men in this
Kingdom were indeed wise, they would stay as far away from this as they
possibly could. "And you need me for this?" he asked dubiously.
"Why, of course! Your Majesty, your people look up to you. You are
a source of their strength, their inspiration, their hope. There is not
a thing your people would not do for you. They would lay down their
lives if you were to command it."
/Bloody daffodils, the girl is utterly daft,/ King Beneficus mused
to himself. He sincerely doubted even half of the people in this
Kingdom even knew who their monarch was. He actually preferred it that
way.
"And with as many men that would want that honor, your Majesty, we
must have some way of choosing the right one to be our Champion."
The King heaved a sigh. "Well, all right, all right, let's get this
done and over with."
Joy smiled and led him outside. They stepped out onto a small
balcony which overlooked the courtyard below. Assembled there were no
more than six men. Joy glanced down at them, getting a puzzled look on
her face. She looked this way and that, and then off into the distance
towards the gate. "Er ..."
"Something wrong, Joy?" the King asked in a tired voice.
"Well, no, your Majesty, I ..." She leaned over to him and dropped
into a whisper. "I thought there would be a bigger turnout than this."
The King peered over the railing. They all appeared to be
shabbily-dressed layabouts. One was obviously a simple farmer peasant,
still holding the pitchfork he used to shovel the manure out just that
morning. Another appeared to ignore the King and his Right Hand of
Virtue altogether, standing peering into the Well of Good Fortune and
picking his nose.
There was, however, one that was different.
Standing roughly in the center was a young man with golden hair, a
square jaw, and eyes bright with intelligence and confidence. Broad of
shoulder and strong of sinew, he stood with his head held erect, his
gaze steady and sure, held upon his monarch, a visage of honest
devotion and loyalty upon his face.
"On the contrary, Joy," he whispered back. "I would say that's a
decent showing."
"Oh, no, your Majesty, I must not have made the message clear, I
..."
"You did tell them it was my daughter, right?"
"Oh, indeed, your Majesty, yes!"
He looked again. "Then I would say this is about right, yes," the
King said dryly.
"But, your Majesty, surely ..."
His eyes focused on the golden-haired, neatly-groomed man. /At
least Joy won't be smelling any evil from that chap/, the King thought.
"In fact, I'd say you have only five. That one is obviously in the
wrong place. Oh, and Joy?"
"Yes, your Majesty?"
"Why are we still whispering?"
Joy blinked, her cheeks coloring as she straightened up and faced
the men. "Yes, ah ... (ahem) ..." She held out the scroll before her
and unrolled it. "The Good King Beneficus of the Kingdom of Light
extends his most gracious felicitations to the many, many ... er ...
scores of men ..."
The King rolled his eyes. The peasant farmer furrowed his brow and
looked around, scratching his head.
" ... uh ... th-that have chosen to compete ..."
A frown crossed one man's face.
" ... in the most difficult challenge to face a man ..."
Another man snorted and shook his head.
" ... since the very humble beginnings of this Kingdom!" Joy
continued loudly as several turned away. "Where you will face a small
taste of the arduous dangers that you will face ..."
"Insane is what that is," another muttered.
" ... when you travel to the most wicked lands of our enemy ..."
"I thought she just got herself into another scrap with the Ladies
of Lesser Virtue," muttered yet another. "I'm sodding well not going
around the World for this."
Of all of them, the only one that remained utterly attentive was
the young, golden-haired man.
" ... er ... m-maybe I should just skip to the part about the
reward!" Joy said quickly.
The men that had been walking away stopped, paused, then slowly
returned.
Joy managed a nervous smile. "Um, where was I? ... Uh ... wicked
lands ... evil horrors ... certain death ... ah, here we go ... the man
who is chosen to rescue the beautiful daughter of the King will receive
upon returning her safely to these lands, her hand in marriage!"
There was a silent pause. Several men exchanged looks, and then
broke out into quiet snickering.
"Marriage, 'e says," one chortled.
"Wonder if someone told 'er about that," laughed another.
"Daft, I tell you," insisted a third.
Joy looked stricken. "B-but ..."
The King sighed and stepped over to her. "Here, allow me," he said.
He plucked the scroll from her hand. "A quill, please?"
She fished one from her robes and handed it to him. He drew a line
through something and then scratched in some additional text before
handing it back to her. "Try that."
"Um ... ah, I'd like to correct something if I may," Joy called
out. "Instead of the daughter's hand in marriage, the King promises
that Princess Sarah will give her rescuer a ro ..."
Her eyes widened and she gasped. She jerked her head towards the
King. "I can't say /that!/" she cried, scandalized.
"Well, it will bloody well work better with this lot."
"But ... your Majesty ..." Joy said desperately.
"Just say it, Joy."
Joy glared at the King, but dutifully turned back towards the men
and raised the parchment again. "Princess Sarah will give her rescuer a
... " She blushed scarlet. " ... a roll in the hay."
A few dubious looks.
The King snatched the scroll from her again, scratched a bit more,
and returned it to her.
Joy looked at the new words and swallowed. "Uh ... she ... sh-she
will give ... m-many rolls in the hay."
More interested looks now, but still not takers.
The scroll was grabbed again. /Scratch-scratch-scratch./ It was
returned.
Looking thoroughly stricken, Joy now croaked, "Many rolls in th-the
hay ... and ...y-your choice of ... r-restraint ... " Joy staggered and
fanned herself with the scroll. "Oh, I may faint ..."
And then, the golden-haired man stepped forward, a wide, confident
smile on his face, and declared, "Your Majesty? I will accept the
challenge!"
Joy perked up at once. "You will?" she asked happily.
The King looked askance at him. "You will?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, your Majesty, and if I may say so, I believe you will see
that I have passed your first test!"
The King blinked and looked at Joy. Joy shrugged her shoulders at
him and shook her head in confusion. Several of the other men jerked a
thumb at him and muttered.
"It was a very clever test, if I may say so, your Majesty!" the
young man said. "But you will now see that I have passed it when I say
I will take as reward your original proposal, that being her hand in
marriage!"
Joy gasped and clasped her hands together most joyously. "Oh, this
is most excellent!"
"Wait a minute," the King said crossly. "Young man ..."
"I am called Smidlar the Brave, your Majesty!"
"And what test was this, Smidlar?"
"Why, of my integrity, sire! Oh, so clever of you! Anyone who
accepted your humorous offer of mere pleasures of the flesh would show
himself to be too utterly base to be the rescuer for your fair and pure
daughter."
Several people coughed behind him.
"Oh, well, we didn't really ..." Joy started.
"Of course, Smidlar, how very perceptive of you!" the King
declared. "Right on the money there, old chap!"
"Uh ... right," Joy said cautiously. "Okay, um ... now we have one
challenger. Soon as we have more, we can ..."
But the King was surging forward towards the railing. "Smidlar, old
bean, if you were to marry my daughter, and if were to ... oh ... grant
you some land somewhere in the Kingdom ... somewhere far away ...
/far/, far away ... would you promise to keep her there ... /FAR/ from
here ... and never let her out of your sight?"
"Oh, most certainly, sire!" Smidlar cried happily. "So enamored
will I be of your daughter, your Majesty, that I will never wish her to
leave my side!"
"Smashing!" King Beneficus cried. "You're hired."
"But ..." Joy said in a fading voice. "The competition! The
challenge!"
"Oh, bloody hell," the King said with a sigh. "Smidlar, what's two
plus three?"
"Er, five, your Majesty," he answered.
"Good. Challenge passed! Run along now, and save my daughter."
Smidlar beamed. "At once, your Majesty!" He dashed off.
"Er ... b-but ..." Joy sputtered.
"Cheer up, Joy," King Beneficus said, giving her a slap on the back
that nearly bowled her over. "A brave man is off to save Princess
Sarah, and I can go back to bed."
"Bed?" Joy cried. "How can you sleep at a time like this?"
"Why not? We took care of this Champion rot. What more do you
want?"
"But it's dawn, your Majesty!" Joy said in a horror-filled voice.
"What unspeakable things is the Dark Lord doing to her at this very
moment?"
"Oh, that," the King said. "Uh ... well, she's a resourceful girl,
I'm sure she'll sort it out."
Princess Sarah's breath was short and labored as she alternately
struggled against her fear and against the unyielding bonds that held
her fast. She shivered, her bare skin pressed against the unfeeling
cold wall of the dungeon chamber. Her legs were splayed far apart under
her until her inner thighs felt stretched, ankles held with large iron
shackles. Above her head, her arms were similarly pulled, two more
thick metal cuffs pinning them down. There was even less chance of
escape here than in her room, for these restraints were pitiless,
leaving her no slack, no room for even the slightest bit of movement,
no means to pull back from whatever might come for her.
She swallowed and closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding
heart. She tried to remind herself that they needed her alive, that she
was useful to them, and that they so much as promised her that she'd
eventually get a chance to have her sex again filled with a man's organ
of pleasure and elicit from her more of the animal lust that she was
forced to enjoy at the hands of the guard. As much as it had been such
a blatant violation of her body, it had at least driven her to an
intense crescendo of pleasure that it momentarily allowed her to forget
her terrible predicament.
Or so she hoped they believed, at least.
What little calm she had managed to gain was shattered when she
heard the door to the chamber being unlocked. She gave a small gasp,
her eyes opening wide in frightened anticipation as the heavy door was
opened, and in entered the incubus.
Sarah's lip quivered, and then she opened her mouth to speak.
"No, I am not here to rape you," Inferno said, anticipating her
question.
"Oh."
"In fact, Princess, I am most happy to be leaving you in someone
else's hands," Inferno said, his lips twisting into a horribly pleased
grin. "And as I promised, I will be leaving you with someone who knows
just how to torture the most tender parts of a woman."
And with this, Inferno stepped to the side, and in his placed
stepped the Dark Lord's Official Torturer. And when the princess lay
her eyes upon this being, she drew in her breath in a single, long gasp
of astonishment and despair, a terrible feeling of defeat sinking low
into her stomach and maker her quake with fear as she realized why the
Dark Lord's torturer was considered so good at this task.
The Dark Lord's torturer was female.
"Allow me to introduce Madam Agonusa," Inferno said with a wicked
grin before ducking out of the room.
The door to the chamber closed with a resounding clang behind her,
making Princess Sarah flinch and her heart thump loudly in her chest as
it threatening to jump into her throat when the creature started
towards her. As much as she wanted to avert her eyes, she found them
riveted to the creature instead, as if drawn there by her diabolic
power. Superficially, the creature resembled a tall, voluptuous woman
with inky black hair, and tight leather covering her entire body, save
for her large breasts. Her boots clacked ominously on the stone floor
of the dungeon as she approached Sarah, casting her glowing red eyes on
the helpless princess like a wolf stalking a rabbit. Two small horns
poked up from her hair, and a thin, barbed tail whipped back and forth
behind her. Hanging from her waist was a small leather satchel.
Truth be told, Inferno also flinched at the clanging noise. He
hated how every sodding door in the Tower closed with resounding
clangs. He truly wished his master had consulted him when the Dark Lord
went about ordering options for the Tower.
"Oh, now what do we have here, hmm?" the devil-like creature said
in a deeply husky voice dripping with a combination of raw lust and
predatory hunger that made Sarah shake like a leaf. She lifted a hand
and placed a single fingertip under Sarah's chin. Sarah whimpered and
turned away, closing her eyes.
"Ooo, does the little princess not like the royal body to be
touched?" Agonusa said, flashing an evil smile that revealed small,
white fangs. She removed her finger from Sarah's chin and placed it
lightly at her throat, paused, then very slowly ran it downward. Sarah
moaned in despair, her body quivering, her legs and arms tensing as if
expecting to pull her from her bonds.
She paused with her finger between Sarah's breasts. "Or perhaps ...
the Princess prefers a touch ... elsewhere ..."
The creature lifted her finger and placed it instead on one of
Sarah's nipples. Sarah gasped, biting her lip as she stared with
glistening eyes at her tormentor. Agonusa flicked her finger once,
making Sarah flinch. Agonusa grinned wickedly and continued flicking
her finger, a little harder each time. Sarah moaned, panting, as her
body betrayed her, the touch sparking her unwanted desires, forcing the
nipple to swell and harden.
"My, my, Princess," Agonusa said with a malevolent chortle as she
bent down to take a closer look. "How positively /wicked/ of you. You
grow excited at that, don't you?"
The devil pursed her lips and issued a tiny puff of her hot breath
upon Sarah's aroused nipple. The Princess shuddered and moaned.
She straightened and gave the princess a lascivious look as she
flicked at the other nipple now. Sarah's breath came as ragged gasps as
her skin flushed hot, her nipple growing pink with her excitement,
Agonusa's touch forcing Sarah's own buried desires to the surface.
Within her nether regions, she felt the telltale heat of forbidden
thoughts and needs, her inner thighs cording as they vainly tried to
pull her legs together to protect her modesty.
"So you like having your little nipples touched?" Agonusa said
silkily. "Tsk, tsk, Princess. So much more like a common harlot than
royalty."
Princess Sarah lifted her head and glared at the creature.
"Ooo, she didn't like that, did she?" Agonusa cooed in a mocking
tone. "No, she didn't like that at all." She lifted both hands and
cupped Sarah's breasts, eliciting a loud gasp from her. "Even though
she just adores this ..."
"Uhhh!" Princess Sarah moaned as the devil fondled her fleshy
mounds, the growing lust in her voice mixed with fear and desperation.
Her nipples grew shockingly erect as the devil creature rubbed against
them, so sensitive now that they throbbed with the creature's
smooth-gloved touch. As much as her mind begged for this torment to
stop, her body craved more, her intimate folds growing wet with
anticipation, as if expecting to be touched as well. The reminder of
how vulnerable she was in her most sensitive of areas made her shiver.
"You are such a /naughty/ little girl!" Agonusa cooed. "Naughty
little Princess! Her Royal Highness of the sluts!"
"Oh gods, s-stop ..." Sarah begged softly.
Agonusa gave a melodramatic gasp and immediately let go. "Oh, of
course, Your Highness!" she said mockingly. She laughed. "So you like
to give orders, do you? Do you give the same orders to your ... loyal
subjects? So long as they bed you?"
Princess Sarah swallowed. She bit her lip to suppress a reply.
Agonusa stepped up to her, her blood-red eyes locking with Sarah's
frightened blue ones. "You need a little lesson in humility,
/Princess/," she spat with a horrid sneer. "And perhaps we'll start
with those now nicely sensitized nipples of yours."
The creature stepped back. She slowly reached to her hip and opened
the satchel. Princess Sarah watched with mounting dread as the devil
extracted what looked like a long, thin, tapering black wand. At the
thinnest end, the tip forked into two tines, spaced a finger's breadth
apart.
Agonusa smiled evilly as she lifted the wand so that Sarah could
see. As the Princess watched, a bright blue spark jumped across the
tines with a loud snapping noise. The Princess' eyes widened to
saucers, glistening brightly with terror.
"And now, Princess," Agonusa said smoothly as she stepped closer to
her prey. Sarah looked as if she were attempting to sink into the wall,
pulling herself back from the creature but having no place to go. "Now
we see if you enjoy this sort of touch instead."
"No ..." Sarah murmured in shock as the tines grew closer to her
right nipple. "No, please, don't ...!"
Electricity arced and snapped across the tines.
At once, white-hot pain flared into her nipple, radiating into her
breast, making her body jerk despite how tightly restrained it lay. The
pain was intense, but mercifully brief, stopping the moment the
electricity stopped. Sarah's mouth was frozen in a large "O", her eyes
tightly closed, her throat locked. Finally she choked out a loud
whimper.
"Oh, you can do better than that, Princess," Agonusa said with a
sly smile. "So much better."
The devil sparked the wand again, another intense bite of pain,
like the momentary searing touch of red-hot metal, yet leaving only a
small residual ache that subsided quickly. Before she could recover any
further, the wand sparked again and again in quick succession, tears
squeezing from the corners of Sarah's eyes and trickling down her face.
"A stubborn one, hmm?" Agonusa cooed. "In that case, we'll try this
instead."
She touched the tines again to Sarah's nipple. The spark crackled
and sizzled, and this time, it did not stop.
And for the first time since arriving at the Tower of Doom, Sarah
truly screamed in a manner most satisfactory to Inferno.
The Dark Lord Mallevelus stepped quietly yet boldly into the room,
his impossibly black cloak billowing behind him, flowing like ink
through the breathless air. His intensely malevolent eyes seared a path
ahead of him towards his goal, the one he had been longing to see for
so many, many years. His lips twisted into a grimace filled with hatred
and loathing, yet when he spoke, there was an unmistakable smug
satisfaction to it. His very footfalls bespoke of a triumphant
haughtiness, as if he had been here before and was merely reclaiming it
for himself.
The Dark Lord boldly took a single step onto the raised dais that
held the throne.
"And so it ends, my Good King Beneficus!" the Dark Lord thundered.
"At long last, everything you have, everything I had so coveted,
everything that I had so /lusted/, is now mine! And all because of a
moment of folly from an oversexed young princess! And you, in your own
utter foolishness unwisely chose to lower the Barrier that a might
return her to you, even though by then, she had been so tortured into
insensibility that ... er ... that ... oh, bugger!"
The Dark Lord looked away from his own Throne of Foulest Evil and
dug into his robes. He extracted a folded parchment and quickly scanned
down the page, mumbling to himself. " ... into insensibility that ...
ah, okay ... " He looked up again. "(ahem) that she would cringe even
at her father's own touch! And as I have ... uh ... oh, /sod it!/"
The Dark Lord sighed and raised the parchment to his face, reading
directly from it. "And as I have broken her, so have I broken your
so-called mighty arms! And now ..."
Mallevelus paused and frowned. "Arms? Why would I break his arms?
That doesn't make any sense."
As he turned around, Inferno entered the chamber from the stairs.
Drifting up behind him came the distant torturous shrieks of Princess
Sarah from the bowels of the dungeon. He paused for a moment and cocked
an ear towards the sound, a broad smile stretching across his face.
"Yes, so much better," he commented.
"Ah, Inferno," the Dark Lord said, stepping up to the incubus.
"What do you make of this?"
He held his parchment to his Right Hand of Terror, pointing to the
words on the parchment. The incubus peered at it dubiously. "And what
is this, my Lord?" he asked.
"My speech to King Beneficus once I defeat him."
"Your ... speech," the incubus said cautiously.
"Yes, my speech."
"Begging my most Terrible and Evil Lord's pardon," Inferno began.
"But why do you need a speech? Why not simply say what comes to mind?"
"Oh, no, no! This is far too important an event to leave to chance.
And I have much of it written anyway, just this part here is giving me
trouble." He pointed again. "Do you recall breaking the King's arms as
a part of the plan, Inferno?"
"That's /armies/, my Lord."
"Ah! Yes! That makes so much more sense!"
Inferno rolled his eyes. This is not the first time that the Dark
Lord made such a mistake. Several years before, he had laid siege to a
town and had ordered his minions to kill the first born son of all the
families in the town. He wrote the order himself and, in wanting to
make a historically interesting moment, got a bit flowery with the
language and used the word "laddies" for "boys". Unfortunately, he
wrote it as "ladles", and his minions subsequently broke into kitchens
all over the town and dutifully destroyed every ladle they could find.
"Anyway, my Lord, I ..."
"Oh, one moment, Inferno, one moment." The Dark Lord turned back
towards the throne and cleared his throat. "And as I have broken her,
so have I broken your so-called mighty armies! And now, /former/ King
Beneficus, by my command as the new ruler of the Kingdom of Light and
of the World, you shall step down from that throne, and my minions will
insert appropriate torture here! ... Oh ..." He turned back towards the
incubus. "Hmm, what would be a good torture to put here?" he mused.
Inferno sighed. "May we discuss that later?" he said. "If you are
to conquer the Kingdom of Light in the first place, you must know what
you have available to you for your Army of Darkness."
"I know exactly what I want for my army!" the Dark Lord declared.
"I wish to have the most powerful, the most deadly, the most fearsome
collection of utterly evil and malevolent beings that have ever walked
the earth! I want them to thunder across the ground, felling trees and
shattering boulders with the power of their very footfalls! I want the
sky blackened with winged hordes of living death! I want the very sight
of them to cause mortals to die of fright and the gods themselves to
tremble before it! I want ... /Armageddon!/"
He lifted his arms and uttered a deep, maniacal laugh, thunder
booming around him.
Inferno took a deep breath and let it go. He snapped his fingers
and a scroll appeared in his hand. "I am afraid, my Lord, you will have
settle for something a little less impressive than that." Inferno
dropped his eyes to the parchment. "Specifically, I can get you
approximately 200 orcs, 100 trolls, 40 minor demons, 20 fire dragons, 8
evil sorcerers, 4 hell hounds, 3 balrogs, 2 giants, and one basilisk. A
small one."
The Dark Lord frowned. "That's it?"
"Yes, my Lord, but it should ..."
"Only one basilisk?"
"Yes, a small one. And that's only if its rash clears up."
"Oh, come now, Inferno!" Mallevelus cried. "Surely we can get a
cyclops, at least!"
"The cyclops has pink-eye, my Lord," Inferno pointed out.
"And the mind-flayers?"
"Out of the country at a gaming convention."
"This is preposterous! You cannot tell you can't even scrounge up
one cockatrice!"
"Not during moulting season, my Lord."
"/Arrghh!/" the Dark Lord bellowed, cracking lightning from his
Scepter of Infernal Power at the parchment that the incubus held,
causing it to burst into flame.
Inferno patiently wiped the ashes from his hands. "My Lord,
according to our spies, the King does not have much of an army to speak
of," Inferno said. "The army I just described to you will be more than
enough. I daresay most of them will be bored."
"That's not the point!" Mallevelus said sullenly, collapsing into
his Throne with a sigh. "This is an occasion, Inferno! It should be
bigger than life! It's not enough just to win. You must utterly /crush/
your enemy! Gods, I long for the days before that infernal Barrier was
put up. Now those were the days, Inferno! Mighty armies clashing on the
battlefield! Blood running in the fields!"
Inferno remained quiet. He knew his master well enough to know that
if just waited it out, the Dark Lord would move on. And in very little
time, this is exactly what happened.
"Anyway, Inferno, how is the Princess doing this morning?"
"Ah, quite well, my Lord," Inferno said with a sly smile.
"Well-tortured, that is."
"Yes, yes, I did hear some screams of some sort a short while ago,"
the Dark Lord commented.
Inferno raised an eyebrow. His master sounded almost indifferent
about it. "You can be quite assured, my Lord, that she will be in much
pain and torment by sundown."
The Dark Lord paused. "You're making sure she doesn't get ... well,
/too/ tortured, are you not?"
Inferno furrowed his brow. "/Too/ tortured, my Lord? Is there such
a thing?"
"Well, we don't want to do her in all at once, now, do we? Hardly
leaves anything for the next day."
Inferno took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted was for
Princess Sarah to stay in the Tower one more second than was absolutely
necessary. "Her only purpose to us, my Lord, is to get the Barrier
down," he stated firmly. "And nothing more."
"But if he does not lower it today ..."
"Why would he not lower it?" Inferno countered. "You have sent him
the letter, have you not?"
"The letter?" the Dark Lord asked absently.
"The letter, my Lord," Inferno said with forced patience. "The one
to the King describing exactly what we are doing to her today."
"Oh, yes, that one. Er ... no, I haven't."
"Then allow me to send it for you, my Lord."
"Certainly, certainly."
Inferno turned to leave.
"Oh, and Inferno?"
The incubus turned, a stony expression on his face.
"Do tell the torturer to go just a smidgen easy on her, please."
"Of course, my Lord," Inferno said.
He had intended to see the torturer anyway. But he absolutely no
intention of telling her anything of the sort.
The Princess again clenched her teeth, her whole body shaking, as
the wand lay sparking against one of her nipples. By this time, both
had been turned from healthy pink to bright, tender red. Her cheeks
were stained with tears, her face twisted into a vision of suffering
torment. Sarah resisted as long as she could, the pain tearing into
her, searing her nerves deeply into her bosom, growing worse and worse
with each passing second until she felt as if she were on fire.
Finally, as with each time her torturer did this to her, it became too
much for her, and she signaled her defeat with yet another scream.
This, however, was not enough for her tormentor. Only when she had
screamed long enough for her satisfaction, long enough for her throat
to grow raw did Agonusa lift the wand from her.
Sarah gave a shuddering gasp, fresh tears flowing from her eyes as
the intense pain was slowly replaced with a lesser, throbbing one. Yet
as always, her tears were in vain, for they only excited the creature.
After only a short reprieve, Agonusa simply moved to the other breast.
With a wicked smile, she would tease her, sparking the nipple very
briefly, or sometimes only pretending to do it and watching her flinch
as if she had been touched by the stinging energies again. But always,
it ended the same way, another continuous touch until the Princess
thought she would go mad.
And yet on those rare occasions when Agonusa left both her breasts
alone for a little longer than just a few moments at a time, the
throbbing of her nipples flooded her senses, becoming the only thing
she could focus her addled mind upon. And under the pain, she felt the
smallest sensation, the feeling that she would normally associate with
a touch of pleasure upon her breasts. Perhaps she had gone mad, she
thought, yet there it was, and it was just enough to spark the tiniest
flame of desire inside her.
But it did nothing to save her when the wand was again applied to
her, the tines lying on either side of the nipple, the electricity
piercing through it. This time, Sarah could not hold back a single
moment, and she let out a piercing shriek that would have dulled the
hearing of most men.
"Oh, most excellent, Princess," Agonusa cooed, speaking for the
first time in a long while. She removed the wand from her.
Princess Sarah sobbed. "P-please no more ..." she cried in a
quavering voice. "Oh gods, please ... have mercy ... dear gods, please
have ... /AAAAHHHRRRGH!!/"
Agonusa had applied the wand one last time, cutting her off in
mid-plea. When it was removed, the Princess hung her head and let her
tears spill to the floor in silence. She did not even stir when she
heard the door to the chamber open.
"Yes?" the devil said, mild annoyance in her voice at being
interrupted in her work.
Inferno stepped into the room. "The Dark Lord wanted me to check on
your progress," he said. He glanced at the princess and saw the tears
dripping from her eyes. His mouth twisted into a grin. "Oh, and I see
you have done very well with her indeed."
Agonusa gave him a sultry smile. "Indeed," she said. "Every one of
them breaks, every one. This one appears to like to have the royal
nipples touched. Perhaps now I have weaned her of that."
Inferno stepped up to Princess Sarah and forced her to lift her
head so he could look into her face. Sarah gave him a ragged gasp,
tears still trickling from her eyes. And from behind the pain once
again, her nipples throbbed with the very slight tingling of desire.
The incubus stared intently into Sarah's eyes, and deep under the pain,
the suffering, the torment, and the utter sense of defeat, he saw
something else ...
He stepped back from her. "Perhaps you should find out," he
snapped, his eyes narrowing.
Agonusa raised an eyebrow and smiled evilly. "If it amuses you,"
she commented, though it was clear from her tone that it would amuse
her as well. She stepped up to the Princess, giving her a haughty
sneer. "You like to have your nipples touched before, o princess of the
harlots," the creature said. "So let's see if you like it now."
Sarah's eyes widened as the devil's hands lifted. "N-no ... no!
Please!" Sarah begged. "Please don't ... "
Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened into an "O" as the creature
gently cupped Sarah's tortured mounds in her smoothly gloved hands.
With a wicked grin, Sarah's tormentor rubbed the pad of her thumbs very
firmly against the tenderest flesh of the nipples.
Princess Sarah felt the renewed pain crash into her body,
momentarily overwhelming her such that her throat locked and she could
not even so much as scream. She could only lift her head and open her
mouth as if she could scream, her body shaking as her arms and legs
tensed, the metal shackles that held her biting into her wrists and
ankles.
But as Agonusa continued to flick her thumbs mercilessly at the
inflamed flesh, it began to stimulate something more, something very
familiar, something as surprising as it was intense. Radiating out from
the point where the devil touched her, the spikes of pain were joined
with jolts of utterly erotic pleasure. The torture of her nipples had
sensitized them to a level she had never experienced before, flooding
her body with sensual delight.
So stunned and excited was the princess that she could barely
breathe, but when she did, it came in ragged, gasping pants. Pain
flared and arousal mounted, combining such that the pain was not merely
masked or overcome, it became a very part of her pleasure, a pleasure
that was quickly becoming so intense that it spread down to her
intimate regions, which now responded as if touched directly, growing
moist between her folds, her womanhood tingling madly.
Agonusa grinned and laughed. "Did you think the pain would stop
simply because I removed the wand from your body?" she cooed. "Were you
so foolish to think that? Perhaps you need a reminder of that
foolishness."
She pinched each of Sarah's nipples between thumb and forefinger
and squeezed hard. Princess Sarah cried out, her voice as heavy with
lust as it was as strident with pain. The fresh torment only sparked
more pleasure, intensifying the feelings that grew in her nether
regions, causing her breath to grow short.
Inferno's mouth dropped open. "What in Hades' name ...?" he
muttered.
Princess Sarah moaned loudly, her body now shaking with desire
instead of fear or pain. So intensely excited was she that drops of her
own intimate fluids trickled down the insides of her thighs or dripped
onto the floor where her tears had fallen only moments ago. Her panting
grew more pronounced as the pressure in her folds grew, her womanhood
swollen and sensitized.
"I don't believe this," Inferno said in a rising voice. "I don't
bloody well believe this!"
"Oh, believe it, Inferno," Agonusa said in a husky voice. "Watch
her writhe with pain, pain so intense she can't even scream ..."
"Stop!" Inferno cried.
"Do you not want to see her faint from ...?"
"/She's enjoying it, you stupid cow!/" Inferno bellowed. "/STOP!/"
Agonusa blinked in astonishment. "What?? But how ...?"
She started to remove her hands, but it was a moment too late.
"/Ohhhh!!/" Princess Sarah cried.
Hot, clear fluid erupted briefly from between the folds of her
intimate regions, splashing onto the floor at Agonusa's feet.
Princess Sarah's mind reeled as her sex throbbed so hard it made
stars dance before her eyes. Her hips jerked with each spike of intense
pleasure despite the tightness of her bonds. She panted wildly, her
eyes closed, for the moment forgetting she was restrained in a dungeon
chamber with a pitiless torturer. The lingering pain in her nipples
contributed to her climax, making her feel lightheaded and giddy. She
uttered a long, loud moan as her throbbing began to subside, her
muscles going limp as she felt herself drained, both from her torture
and her climax.
Inferno slapped a hand against his forehead.
"What manner of girl is this?" Agonusa demanded of the incubus.
"What exactly have you given me to work with?"
"Only the most annoying, the most frustrating, the most infuriating
mortal woman I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!" Inferno
shouted.
Agonusa placed her hands on her hips. "Then perhaps you should just
rape her and be done with it."
"/I WILL NOT RAPE HER!/" Inferno roared. He shook a talon at the
torturer. "You will continue to work on her," he said in a deadly
voice. "You will find a way to hurt her so that it leaves her incapable
of feeling pleasure. You will break her. You will show /NO MERCY!!/"
Inferno stomped out of the dungeon cell, banging the door closed
behind him and leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.
It was not until well after King Beneficus' headache finally abated
that he realized he had not seen Joy for some time since early that
morning. Usually he would take this to be a good thing. He was always
happy the less he had to actual accomplish while he was monarch. In his
few, what made a King great was not what he did but what he did not do,
especially when the Kingdom was already prosperous.
His reasoning was this: When a King does something, some will
consider it good. Some will consider it bad. But there will always be a
very small number that believe that his actions were so bad, they
warrant a change in leadership, brought about by force if necessary.
Now, if a King does nothing, this will cause most people to simply sit
around in taverns grousing about how nothing ever gets done around this
Kingdom, that things were really good back in the days of King
Gratuicus, now there was a monarch that knew how to kick arse! But
eventually someone will make a comment about how at least he's not like
King Judicus, who's path to greatness included such things as
attempting to convert to a lint-based economy and an ill-fated campaign
of war against the invisible stalkers of the Shadow Wood (who did not
exist), there will be a general nodding of heads, and the barkeep will
refresh everyone's drink, and no talk of any of this revolution rot,
not if you want someone worse in the palace than they had now.
Yet he had to maintain appearances, and the truth was, he was
bored. So he wandered over to the small office that Joy used for her
duties, only to find the angelic creature flat on her back in a dead
faint, a slightly singed parchment next to her hand.
The King sighed and shook his head. He picked up the letter from
the floor and opened it. As his eyes scanned the page, he picked up the
water goblet on the desk and poured out the remainder of the contents
over Joy's face.
Joy awoke with a start, coughing and sputtering as the King
wandered a few steps ahead as he read the letter.
"Y-your Majesty!" Joy gasped as she struggled to her feet. "I have
the most /horrible/ news for ... wait, it was around here somewhere
..."
The King waved the letter in the air. "So, this is another missive
from our Dark Lord, eh?" he asked.
"Yes, your Majesty," Joy croaked.
He dropped his eyes to the letter. "Now, as to what the Dark Lord
has for us today ..."
Joy gasped and raced over to him, clutching at the King's robes.
"Your Majesty! Maybe you should not read it! It's ... it's too terrible
to behold! ... oh, I may faint again ..."
She collapsed into the chair, fanning herself.
King Beneficus rolled his eyes. "I am confident my constitution is
up to the task," he commented dryly. "Now let's see here ... hmm ...
oh? ... heh, rather cheeky of him, that is ... oh yes, bet /that/ would
sting a bit ... hrm ... yes."
He folded the letter and dropped it onto Joy's desk. She flinched
and recoiled from it.
"Well, anyway ... anything else for me, Joy?"
Joy blinked and stared at him. "But ... b-but, your Majesty!" she
cried.
"Yes?"
"The letter!"
"Yes, I read it."
"And?!"
"And ... what?"
Joy looked horrified. "We have to /do/ something!"
"We already did, this morning. We sent that Slidmar fellow ..."
"Smidlar," Joy corrected.
"Yes, him. Fancy he'll sort all that out."
"But your daughter is being tortured /now!!/"
The King's eyebrows rose. "Torture? Where did you see that?"
Joy stared at him and paled. "In the letter!" she cried.
The King gave her a humorless smirk. "Joy, do you remember that
night last summer?" he asked. "When we found Sarah in the old jail cell
near the lake, hmm?"
Joy's eyes widened, and she fanned herself faster. "A-are you
trying to make me faint again, your Majesty?"
"So you do remember that?"
"Oh, gods, I wish I did not! The poor thing, tied to the bars like
that ... and ... a-and that boy ... oh, the /horrible/ things he was
doing to her! Her tortured cries of despair ..."
"Joy, those were most certainly not cries of despair."
Joy looked askance at him. "What do you mean?"
The King sighed. "Must I spell everything out for you? I believe
she was enjoying it."
Joy looked positively scandalized. "/Enjoying it?/" she squeaked.
"But that's i-impossible!"
"Then explain to me why she would not talk to me for a week after I
stopped them?"
Joy opened her mouth, but then closed it without saying a word.
King Beneficus grinned. "You see? So you can forgive me if I'm not
too worried about Sarah at the moment."
But this was simply too much for the angelic soul to take. She
shook her head and rose from her chair. "I know what you are trying to
do, your Majesty, and I admire you for it."
"Er ... you do?"
"Yes. You are trying to look strong. You are pretending not to be
concerned so you do not cause a panic at court. It is ... most noble of
you. I am so proud to be your Right Hand, your Majesty!" she gushed,
tears shimmering in her eyes.
"Uh ... well ... okay, yes, sure, that's it."
"Then I have your permission, your Majesty?"
"My ... for what?"
"To raise the army of course!"
"Er ... what army?"
"The army that will go and seek out the Dark Lord and destroy him
in righteous revenge for this travesty!"
"Ah, /that/ army," King Beneficus said. "But what about Schmidlap?"
"/Smidlar/, your Majesty. He will take your daughter out of harm's
way just before the army strikes."
"I thought the idea was to have the army here?"
"That has changed, your Majesty!" Joy cried. "These heinous actions
of his means we must strike back! We must take the initiative! Merely
defeating his army is not enough now, your Majesty, we must wipe his
foul evil from the World once and for all!"
The King considered this. He had no intention of wanting to raise
the Dark Lord's ire any more than it already was. At the same time,
giving Joy something to do would keep her out of the way. "Will this
require lowering the Barrier, Joy?" he asked.
"Oh, no, your Majesty, not until your daughter and the army return.
The Barrier allows one-way travel, you see."
"Ah. Smashing. Go for it."
Joy beamed. "Thank you, your Majesty!" she cried.
Princess Sarah did not realize how truly helpless she was until her
body contorted and twisted itself against the cold, hard dungeon wall,
her wrists and ankles aching from the useless attempts to free them
from the unforgiving thick iron of her bonds. Amidst her cries of
anguish and screams of torment, her body did everything it could to get
away from the sharp needles of pain that started in her womanhood and
radiated out to the rest of her intimate regions. Agonusa applied the
wand with an evil determination, her face twisted into a horribly
malevolent sneer, her eyes glittering with cruel joy as the bright
sparks from the tines of the wand seared the Princess' tender flesh.
This time the devil creature was relentless, giving Sarah no more than
a few seconds rest at any time, and even that was rare.
Yet even this could not distract the Princess from the lingering
sensations around her nipples. As tortured as they had been, as much as
they still hurt, she could still feel the soft throbbing sensations
that had sparked so great a climax in her. The Princess had never felt
so wondrous a release, and never before had she splashed at the start
as she had that day. She had heard tales of women that could do such a
thing, but she thought them only that, merely tales. Yet she had done
it, and only when her desire had been driven to such insane heights by
the presence of pain with her pleasure!
And now, pain once again entered her body, invading her at her at
her most sensitive point near her most intimate portal. Agonusa slid
her infernal device further between the Princess' legs, playing the
agonizing energy of the wand along the two swollen guardians of her
portal, inflaming them and making them glow red with hurt. The Princess
screamed, but yet again, behind the pain throbbed a sensation that
quivered like a cornered wild animal, ready to emerge and bound free
once the right moment came.
Finally, Agonusa withdrew the wand. Princess Sarah panted, her
breathing raspy from the rawness of her throat, her body going limp
against the restraints. She looked at her torturer with glazed eyes.
The lingering pain in her nether regions was constant, fading only very
slowly. But then, after only this brief moment's rest, her sex began to
tingle, escalating quickly, the dull throb she had felt before flaring
into a pounding sensation, a burning need that quickened her breath
again only just after having calmed.
Agonusa gave a sniff at the air, and then cast her glowing red gaze
at Princess Sarah's triangle. "You ... you /cannot/ be excited!" she
snarled, bearing her fangs. "By Hades' fires, you /cannot be!/"
She threw the wand aside and thrust her fingers into Princess
Sarah's intimate folds.
Sarah gasped and her body shuddered violently, her eyes snapping
open so wide that her eyes appeared as large coins. Agonusa began
rubbing her womanhood very hard, sending bolts of pain through her. At
the same time, as with her nipples, the skin had been so utterly
sensitized that she rose as if launched from a catapult, her pain
enhancing her pleasure. Agonusa moved her fingers back and forth as
fast as she could, squishing loudly against the Princess' swollen
flesh, the Princess' fluids copiously dripping from inside her portal.
Sarah's eyes teared at the pain, her sexual pleasure mounting to a
point of exquisite intensity before cresting over.
Princess Sarah shrieked. Hot liquid splashed over the devil's
fingers.
"Curse you, girl!" Agonusa spat as she yanked her hand back.
But the Princess barely heard her. Her sex did not throb, it
pounded. And with each one, pain was subsumed into pleasure, driving
her into an insensible frenzy of sensual delight. It was almost too
much for her, body writhing frantically. It was almost a mercy when it
started to fade.
"I will break you!" Agonusa shouted. "So help me, I will break
you!"
She reached into the pouch at her hip and withdrew another wand.
This one was far thicker than the other had been, and had been
fashioned into the shape of a rather long and thick manhood. Princess
Sarah barely had a chance to recognized what it was before the devil
creature plunged it into her, pushing past her swollen lips,
penetrating her intimate portal and sinking it into her completely with
a slick, slippery sound. It rubbed mercilessly against her womanhood as
it entered her, both pain and pleasure flaring anew. Princess Sarah
gasped loudly at how full her depths felt with this obscene instrument
inside her. The pressure of it against the tip of her most sensitive
spot at the top of her parted sex made her rise again, and she began to
pant as her lust overcame her yet again.
"And now, my precious Princess," Agonusa growled, fangs flashing.
"Now you will suffer. Now you will truly descend into the utter depths
of torment from which I will offer you no escape, and /no mercy!/"
Agonusa touched the wand, and bright sparks of electrical energy
coruscated through the evil object, crackling loudly with sharp snaps
and hisses, rippling up the shaft and into the deepest and, until now,
the most protected of her intimate regions. Without pity or mercy, it
pricked at the sides of her portal and up her intimate tunnel..
The cry that threatened to rise up from within Princess Sarah
stopped before she could open her mouth, for at that very moment, she
climaxed.
And climaxed.
And /climaxed/..
Wave after wave of sexual delight crashed over her, consuming her
pain, obliterating all thought of her predicament, of her torment. When
her mouth did open, she uttered cry after cry of purest ecstasy.
"Stop it!" Agonusa screamed. "/Stop enjoying it!/"
But the Princess was not listening. All that filled her
consciousness was the throbbing, exquisite pleasure from her sex.
At that moment, the door opened, and Inferno stepped into the room.
Agonusa uttered a most dark and obscene curse and stomped over to
the Princess. She grabbed the wand and yanked it from the Princess'
sex. Princess Sarah moaned loudly as her spectacular climax abruptly
began to fade. Even as the lingering pain of her torture now reasserted
itself, a very small smile formed on her lips as her head lolled to one
side.
Agonusa started to snarl, turned, and was startled to see the
incubus standing there. "Oh, um, Inferno, I, uh ... didn't hear you
come in."
"Obviously," Inferno said sourly. He looked at the Princess, whose
eyes now gazed back at him. The smile had disappeared, and in it's
place was the anguish of the pain throbbing in her nipples and her sex.
Inferno narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Your timing is quite good," Agonusa said. "I have just, ah,
finished with her."
"Have you, Agonusa?" Inferno said in a flat voice.
"Um, yes, I have."
"Did you break her?"
"Ah ... just about."
Inferno raised an eyebrow.
"Um, well," the torturer stammered. "Close enough. Just a little
more and she'll go right over the edge straight away."
"Indeed," Inferno said with a humorless smirk.
"Her very insides are afire with pain," Agonusa declared. "The
least touch will cause her unspeakable torment."
"How much torment?"
"Ah ... well ... I did say unspeakable, Inferno, so it would be
impossible to enumerate."
"How convenient," Inferno snorted. "So ... just a little more, you
say?"
"Oh, indeed. Perhaps if you would see your way clear to raping ..."
Inferno gave her a murderous look. A fly that was unfortunate
enough to be flitting through the air across the line of his gaze
abruptly dropped out of the air, stone cold dead.
"Um, that is, to having your /guards/ rape her," Agonusa swiftly
corrected herself.
Inferno gave the Dark Lord's torturer a withering look. He sighed.
"Guards!"
Two of the brutes poked their heads into the room.
"Take the Princess back to her room and rape her."
The guards smiled lasciviously as they stepped into the room and
began to free the Princess from the wall. Princess Sarah whimpered, a
few soft sobs issuing from her mouth as her stiffened muscles hurt,
adding to the pain from her breasts and sex.
Inferno cast a dubious look at the princess as she was hauled out
of the room.
At the very edge of the Kingdom, just within sight of the glowing
white wall that was the Barrier of Purity, sat Ye Olde Rusty Tavern. In
days long past, this quaint establishment was a common gathering place
for knights and adventurers, who would spin wonderful tales of their
great exploits of bravery and derring-do to pretty young damsels who
hung on their every word, greeting the conclusions of their tales with
sighs of admiration, each one hoping that someday one of these young
men would ask for her hand in marriage. Above the tavern, these bold
explorers would be lodged for the night before setting out on their
latest adventure. Here a self-styled hero could find a stalwart band of
men to accompany him into glory, returning with yet more tales to
entertain the ladies.
With the creation of the Barrier of Purity, once hailed as the
greatest accomplishment of the King's wizard, times changed. Gone were
the bold explorers and brave adventurers of old. Now the tavern was
occupied by local farmers, merchants, and peasants. The tales of great
quests were replaced by gossip, grousing, and grumbling. Instead of a
place to gather for grand adventure, it was an excuse to get away from
work and nagging wives. Gone, too, were the lovely, demure young women,
replaced by the brazen Ladies of Lesser Virtue, who plied their trade
amongst the men, and could be seen sharing a drink with them in their
tight dresses that pushed up their bosoms in a most unlady-like way, or
whispering quite inappropriately in a man's ear, or, shockingly,
sitting in his lap. It would not be long after before they retired
upstairs, the former inn now a brothel.
This day was like any other. The general din of idle conversation
filled the somewhat stagnant air, which smelled of cheap ale, sweat,
and dirt, occasionally mixed with the cloying sweetness of the Ladies'
perfume as they wandered among the tables, wiggling their hips and
jiggling their bosoms to catch the men's eyes.
/BANG!/
Silence abruptly descended on the tavern as all eyes shifted
towards the door, which had been dramatically thrown open by the
broad-shouldered, golden-haired young man that now stood in its frame.
The man smiled broadly and marched through the stale air, everyone
watching him with looks of annoyance and confusion. He slapped his
hands on the bar and hauled himself up onto it in one single flex of
his powerful arms.
"Oh, bloody hell, what do you think you're ..." the barkeep began
to protest.
But by this time he had already risen to his feet on the bar and
turned towards the tavern patrons. "Greetings to you all!" he boomed.
"I am here to inform you that I, Smidlar the Brave, has been chosen by
His Most Royal Majesty, King Beneficus, to embark upon an important
quest, a quest of such danger that I was forced to earn this honor via
a most difficult trial. I rose to that challenge, and now, here I am,
about to set upon this wondrous adventure beyond the great Barrier!"
Several of the men smirked to each other.
"Damn fool thing to do if you ask me," one muttered.
"Won't catch me doin' some fool thing like that," muttered another.
"And what, you ask, is this quest?" Smidlar continued. "It is
nothing less to rescue her fair and pure daughter ..."
Someone coughed.
" ... the Princess Sarah, from the evil and most foul clutches of
the Dark Lord Mallevelus, who now holds the poor damsel captive in his
unspeakably terrifying Tower of Doom!"
"Huh, the Princess is kidnapped?" commented one.
"Blimey, that's a damn shame," said another.
"Good lookin' bird, aye wot?"
"Heh, especially in the all-together."
"Yep, there was a girl that really knew how to do the naughty, if
you know what I mean."
More general mumbling of laments rumbled through the men. The
Ladies, however, glanced at each other with faces of unmistakable glee.
They had wondered why their business had suddenly picked up again in
the last day or two.
"I, Smidlar the Brave, will journey to the foul sorcerer's edifice
of evil and save the Princess, bringing her safely back to the
Kingdom!"
The smiles on the Ladies' faces faded.
"And now, my friends, I have only one thing to do before I go, and
that is to form a stalwart band of fellow adventurers to assist me in
this great quest, a collection of brave men wishing to share the glory
of this wondrous task! Join me, and your names will be spoken far and
wide throughout the lands for many years to come!"
One man snorted. "Yeah, sure, as the most daft men who ever lived,"
he quipped.
"Heh, it was a great roll in the hay, but not /that/ great,"
commented another.
"Hmm, I don't know," said one clean-shaven young man. "It sounds
like it might be bit of a fun lark to ... /hey!/"
One of the Ladies had upended a mug of ale over his head.
"Aw, no girl deserves that," said another. "Maybe I should ...
/ow!/"
Another of the Ladies had kicked him in the shin.
No one else said anything, as they were either not interested, or
had one of the Ladies of Lesser Virtue hovering dangerously over him.
"Oh, come now!" Smidlar called out. "Surely one of you wishes to
join me? Surely one of you wants to experience the sheer thrill of
facing danger at every turn, the pure rush at the idea of certain death
awaiting those that are not strong enough to face the challenge?"
"Oh, well, you didn't say anything about danger, now," said the one
who was now mopping bad ale from his hair.
"And you didn't mention any of that certain death rot, either,"
said the other that was rubbing his bruised shin.
"Come, come, now!" Smidlar said crossly. "You will be well rewarded
for your troubles. I am quite sure that the Dark Lord has an immense
horde of gold and pilfered treasures just waiting to be taken!"
This managed to spark some interest in a few, until they met the
unyielding glares of the Ladies, at which point they simply turned back
to their drinks. "I heard her was broke after buying that sodding Tower
of his anyway," someone muttered.
"Very well, then," Smidlar said with a frown, jumping down from the
bar. "I shall reap all the glory myself, especially when I take the
Princess as my wife as a reward!"
One the Ladies gasped, a shocked look on her face.
Smidlar turned away from the others. "Barkeep!" he shouted,
pounding his fist on the bar. "Your best ale to fortify me before my
arduous journey!"
"Psst!" the Lady hissed, gesturing urgently to her cohorts, who
immediately gathered around her. "'ere now! This bloke intends t' make
the Princess his bloody woife!"
"Like that li'l twat'd settle for one man!" scoffed a second Lady
of Lesser Virtue.
"She won't, and that's th' problem that is!" piped a third.
"Aye, wot do y' mean by that?" demanded the second.
The third Lady snorted. "You try stayin' more than five minutes wi'
tha' great pillock! She'll be playin' th' field again inside a
fortnight, she will. And where will that leave us, aye?"
"Leave that t' me, Ladies."
The three of them turned towards the fourth. The flaming redhead,
her dark green eyes filled with evil mischief, curled her ruby-red lips
into a sly smile.
"An' wot d'ya suppose t' do about it?" demanded the first Lady.
"Are y' f'gettin' the little, ah ... artifact our generous
benefactor gave us?" the redhead asked. She reached towards a thin
chain that hung from her neck, the ends plunging between her large,
pushed-up breasts. She tugged on them and plucked a small pendant from
between he fleshy mounds. It was a sapphire stone with a flaw in the
center that made it look like a cat's eye.
"Ooo, aye, I f'got," the first Lady said.
"Here now, 'e said use that only in an 'mergency, 'e did!" the
second cried.
"This /is/ an 'mergency," growled the third. "When I can't bring in
enough to pay the bloody barkeep /and/ the Dark ..."
"Shhhh!" the other Ladies all hissed at once. "Don't say
you-know-who's name out loud, y' dumb git!" the first whisper-shouted.
"Here, now, just wait right 'ere an' I'll take care of it," the
redhead said with a smug grin.
She turned away from the others, dropping the pendant between her
mounds again, giving them a jiggle to settle the pendant between them.
She straightened her dress, heaved up her bosom one more time, and
sauntered over to where Smidlar stood by the bar. She slid into place
next to him, leaning nonchalantly on the bar, and flashing him her best
smile. "Well, 'ello guvnor!" she said in a bright voice. "Fancyin'
yerself some last remainin' luxuries b'fore headin' out on yer grand
adventure, aye?"
Smidlar smiled ingratiatingly at her. "Ah, yes, you would be one of
the Ladies of Lesser Virtue, would you not?"
The redhead giggled. "Oh, a keen eye y' have, guvnor!" she bubbled.
"Guilty as charged."
"I should tell you now, my dear," Smidlar said in a righteous
voice. "I am not interested in what you have to offer me, for I am
intending to save myself for the fair Princess Sarah."
"Oh, wot a most noble notion, soir!" the redhead gushed. /And a
bloody daft one as well,/ she added in her mind. "Far be it fer me t'
be soilin' yer, ah, purity, soir."
"I'm glad you understand," Smidlar said with a small, forced smile.
"Oh, but if I could embark on such a noble cause, guvnor, and lift
me position in the woild!" she said with a dramatic drape of one hand
across her forehead. "But, alas, it is not meant t' be fer the likes o'
me."
"My dear, you only need to give up all this," Smidlar said, turning
and sweeping his arm across the tavern. "If you wish to better
yourself."
"Y' truly are a great one, if y' can see that in me!" the redheaded
Lady gushed. "Oh, I do wish you luck on yer journey, guvnor!"
Smidlar gave her a smarmy smile. "Luck has nothing to do with it,
ma'am," he said with a smug grin. "I shall triumph over my enemy
because I am smarter than him, because I am strong and brave, and
because, most of all, good always triumphs over evil."
"Too roight!" the redhead declared. "But ... sometimes, a li'l luck
never hurt anyone. Here ..." A smile touched her lips as she tugged her
pendant from between her bounteous breasts. She reached behind her neck
and unclasped it. "I want ya t' have this."
Smidlar glanced with curiosity at the object as it was dropped into
his hand. "It looks like an eye," he commented.
"Yes, soir, an eye of luck," she said with a sly gleam in her own
eyes. "It will, ah, watch over ya in yer journey and keep ya safe an'
sound."
"Why, I am quite touched, ma'am," Smidlar said with a smile. He
immediately put the pendant on. The redheaded Lady's smile widened. "I
shall wear it on my entire journey, if for no other reason than as a
reminder of your faith in me."
"That would be perfect," the redhead said in a low, satisfied
voice. "Ah, I mean, that is most kind of ya, guvnor, most kind!"
She turned away from the bar, smiling smugly and winking at her
fellow Ladies. The other Ladies grinned conspiratorially in return.
Princess Sarah lay helpless on her bed, her wrists having been
chained again to the headboard. Her arms were stretched painfully above
her head, the chain pulled tight, the unyielding metal of the chains
biting into her wrists. She had been pulled towards the foot of the bed
by the hulking brute of a guard that now seized her calves in his iron
grip, separating her legs and shamelessly exposing her tender sex. He
speared her with his massive manhood, pounding it into her intimate
portal with a vengeance, making her body bounce with each thrust. The
second guard loomed over her on the bed, a knee on either side of her,
his manhood forced into the Princess mouth.
Sarah gave muffled, nasal cries of painful pleasure as the firm,
rock-hard flesh in her nether regions slid past raw, tortured flesh,
while at the same time, paroxysms of unimaginably exquisite pleasure
radiated from her sensitized womanhood. Her cries were often
interrupted, as the hot, excited man-flesh in her mouth thrust its
swollen head towards the back of her throat. Her hair lay entangled in
the guard's fingers, forcing her head to move as he desired it.
The Princess' body shuddered violently as her first climax overcame
her, throbbing powerfully, making her hips buck against the manhood
continuing to assault her helpless sex. She moaned loudly through her
nose, her tongue and lips tightening around the manhood that filled her
mouth. Her own lust fired her excitement, and soon her head moved under
its own in the same rhythm as the guard's ruthlessly guiding hand.
Two more strong climaxes wracked her tormented and violated body.
Her moans and cries were abruptly cut off, however, when her head was
shoved hard against the phallus in her mouth. The guard uttered a
guttural groan as his manhood began to throb unrelentingly in her
mouth, shooting steaming hot streams of his seed onto her tongue. The
Princess closed her eyes tightly and clamped down on his manhood
tightly, trying desperately not to choke on him, his heat filling her
mouth and spilling out around the corners of her lips. Moments later,
the other guard began erupting inside her, each throb sending a new
twinge of pain against the sides of her tunnel, triggering yet one more
wrenching climax.
Slowly, the two guards disengaged from her. They roughly shoved her
into the middle of the bed and reattached the chain to her collar
before releasing her wrists. Princess Sarah uttered a pitiful groan and
turned over into her side, curling her body up, her breath ragged and
short. The guards grunted and grinned amongst themselves in a
dim-witted self-satisfaction before leaving the room, shutting and
locking the door.
Princess Sarah lay sill, her sides rising and falling quickly, and
then more slowly as she caught her breath. Lingering dull throbs
rippled in her nether regions. A stickiness lingered between her thighs
and in her mouth. Yet despite all of this, despite the torment that her
body had experienced, despite the raw, inflamed flesh, all she could
think of was how she had never in her life come to such a great number
of sexual climaxes in a single day, nor had she ever experienced
climaxes of such mind-numbing power.
As she closed her eyes and let her now exhausted body fall into
much-needed sleep, her lips slowly curled into a smile.
As the last golden rays of sunset turned flaming red just before
the sun bid goodbye to another day, Inferno muttered darkly to himself
as he climbed the staircase to the Dark Lord's chamber. He had just
come from checking on the Princess. To no surprise on his part,
Princess Sarah was sound asleep, the small smile of sexual contentment
still visible on her face. It had taken much of his willpower not to
strike the girl dead at that moment.
When he entered the chamber, he found the Dark Lord staring into
his Farseeing Mirror. Within it, the Barrier of Purity continued to
glow brightly and undisturbed.
"Oh, bloody hell," Inferno grumbled when he saw this. "Has the King
not yet lowered the Barrier?"
"Indeed not, Inferno!" the Dark Lord said, smiling evilly as he
turned to face his Right Hand of Terror. "And do you know why?"
Many answers flitted through his head, none of which were very
flattering towards the King or his heritage. "No, my Lord, I do not,"
Inferno answered.
"Because of this."
Mallevelus stepped to the side and gestured with a flourish at the
mirror. Mists swirled and the image of the Barrier faded, to be
replaced with the image of a golden-haired man tearing across the duty
land on horseback.
Inferno raised an eyebrow.
"Meet the King's Champion, Inferno," the Dark Lord said. "Smidlar
the Brave, sent by the King to rescue the Princess."
Inferno sighed. The last thing he needed now was to have to deal
with someone trying to break into the Tower of Doom.
"Little does he know that one of my spies in the Kingdom of Light
has given to him what he believes to be a simple trinket of good
fortune, yet in reality is a magical Eye of Tracking, allowing me to
see wherever he is and whatever he is doing!"
"Ah, smashing," Inferno said, seeing a ray of hope. "Then you shall
destroy him before he gets anywhere near the Tower, of course."
The Dark Lord rubbed his hands and gave Inferno an evil look. "Oh,
no, I intend to let him come to me, Inferno."
The ray of hope was extinguished. "Uh ... why, my Lord?"
"Because I wish to see the expression on his face when I snatch
away his victory at the last possible moment," Mallevelus said with a
wicked gleam in his eyes. "I want the very last thing he sees to be the
battered and broken Princess, so that he knows that not only did he
fail in his task, he was too late even from the very start! I want his
defeat to be total and humiliating!"
The Dark Lord raised his arms and laughed maniacally, thunder
booming through the chamber.
Inferno sighed and waited for the Dark Lord to finish. "Begging my
most Horrible and Evil Lord's pardon," he said in a voice of forced
calm. "But would that not mean we would be forced to keep the Princess
here longer?"
"And why is that a bad thing, Inferno?" Mallevelus said as he swept
across the room and sat in his Throne of Foulest Evil. "Do we not enjoy
the Princess' screams of torment?"
"I am sure we would, my Lord, if we heard them."
The Dark Lord paused. "I am sure I heard her scream many times
today, Inferno," he pointed out.
"Indeed you did, my Lord. Yet they were not entirely screams of
torment."
The Dark Lord laughed. "Next thing you'll be telling me that she
enjoyed it," he said with a mocking laugh.
"I am, my Lord."
Mallevelus stopped laughing. "You cannot be serious, Inferno."
"I am always serious, my Lord."
"Hmm ... I supposed I did tell you to go easy on her, perhaps ..."
"I did not have Madam Agonusa go easy on her, my Lord."
A pause. "You disobeyed my orders, Inferno?" Mallevelus said
darkly.
"Indeed, I did, my Lord."
"You disobeyed me, knowing full well that I have declared that
death shall come to those who ..."
"It is a moot point, my Lord," Inferno said impatiently, refusing
to be distracted by a point of protocol. "The fact of the matter is
that despite not having gone easy on her, the end result was that she
enjoyed it."
"You had her most sensitive and intimate areas tortured, did you
not?"
"Indeed, my Lord."
"And she was thoroughly raped afterward, was she not?"
"Quite thoroughly, my Lord."
The Dark Lord paused. "And you are quite sure she tortured the
right areas?"
"There are a limited number of sensitive areas associated with sex
on a woman's body, my Lord," Inferno said with forced patience. "One
would assume that Madam Agonusa, herself female, would know exactly
where they were located. One would also assume that such places, once
having been properly identified, would be difficult to actually miss,
especially considering that the Princess was rendered quite immobile by
her shackles at the time, thus preventing Madam Agonusa from having to
deal with a moving target."
"Perhaps Madam Agonusa needs spectacles?" the Dark Lord mused.
"She doesn't need bloody spectacles!" Inferno shouted. He took a
deep breath and calmed himself. "And once again, the guards knew how to
rape her and had the proper, uh, equipment to do so."
"Yes, and you would know that, wouldn't you?" Mallevelus said with
a small smile. "Since you inspect them yourself."
"Yes, I inspect them. Visually. /From a discrete distance,/"
Inferno growled through clenched teeth.
"And still she enjoyed it," the Dark Lord mused. "You know,
Inferno, as much as she has the blood of my most mortal enemy coursing
through her veins, she is proving to be a rather fascinating young
woman. You know, perhaps I should take a more personal role in her
torture."
Inferno blinked. "Uh ... what?"
"After all, she is already so in awe of me that it would be child's
play for me to break her."
/Oh dear,/ Inferno thought desperately. /He's gone from smitten to
enamored./ "My Lord, if I may be so bold, I believe that is not a
prudent idea."
"Oh?"
"Realize that you must devote much of your time to preparing the
army for your attack on the King's lands."
The Dark Lord waved a dismissive hand. "They already know what to
do, Inferno, I have but to give the command."
"But then there is the matter of what to do with his lands once you
..."
"I already have all that worked out as well. I have planned for
this day for a long time."
Inferno's mind raced. "Uh ... your speeches, my Lord!" he finally
blurted out.
Mallevelus paused. "What about my speeches?" he asked warily.
"Well, you said yourself, nothing should be left to chance,"
Inferno said.
"I already have my speech written for when I defeat him, Inferno,"
the Dark Lord pointed out.
"Ah, yes, my Lord, but what about your speech to the masses you are
about to grind under your thumb? What about your speech to the King's
court when you put them to horribly painful deaths? What about your
speech about how you have so, uh, soiled the King's fair and pure
daughter?"
"Good gods, Inferno, you're right!" Mallevelus cried, jumping out
of his Throne. "How foolish of me! There will be a ton of opportunities
to remind the Kingdom of their coming millennia of relentless despair
under my most malevolent reign! I simply must have the right words to
say. Oh, I must get started on that straight away!"
"Indeed, my Lord," Inferno said, relaxing. "And I will handle the
Princess for you."
"Yes, of course. I put her fate completely in your hands, Inferno."
Inferno's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Thank you, my Lord."
"But do see that she gets a bite to eat before retiring," the Dark
Lord said as he conjured up a blank parchment and a quill. "You do want
her to have some of her strength, after all, or she will not be able to
scream properly."
Inferno no longer cared if the Princess was fed properly, so he had
no objection to this. Instead, his mind was racing with ideas on how to
finally break the girl's will. The Dark Lord's torturer was of no
further use to him, since pain was ineffective. Instead, he would have
to try something different, something unusual, something so thoroughly
shocking and revolting to her, something so thoroughly overwhelming
that it would shatter her very mind and render her utterly mad.
His grin became a most evil smile. He had just the thing in mind.