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: 4 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 first rays of dawn stretched out over the lands of the Kingdom
of Light, touching first the Mountains of Delight, warm fingertips of
sunlight teasing the very tops of these mounds. As the sun rose over
the horizon, it's touch grew firmer, fondling the hillsides with its
pleasant warmth.
The King stifled a yawn as he trudged out onto the balcony, looking
over the troops that lay assembled in the courtyard below. He raised an
eyebrow as he gazed upon the ranks of the men, appearing fairly
impressed with the lot of them. Certainly they appeared in fairer
condition than did most of those that had shown up to rescue his
daughter. On that note, he wondered idly if that Slempap fellow ever
did manage to make it to the Tower of Doom in one piece.
"Good morning, your Majesty," he heard Joy's greeting from behind
him.
King Beneficus turned. "Well, morning, anyway," he grumbled. This
was the third day in a row now he had been forced to awaken at such an
ungodly hour. "So how fares your army?"
"Ah, no, your Majesty, /your/ army," Joy said. "I am merely the
caretaker for it. And recruiter. And trainer. And commander."
"Yes, well, anyway, they look a decent lot," the King said. He
peered over to one side. "Even managed to get the catapult, I see."
As he spoke, the soldier manning the weapon made a face and
scratched at himself in annoyance.
Joy reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a folded
letter, which he handed to the King with a solemn expression on her
face. "This arrived from the Dark Lord just a short while ago," she
said in a somber voice. "And I have other news: I am afraid that our
Champion's first attempt to rescue your daughter did not succeed."
The King began to unseal the letter. "Oh, too bad, Smucklack was a
such a keen lad. Sad to see him go."
"/Smidlar/, your Majesty," Joy said. "And he escaped with his life,
from what I have heard, and has valuable information for us concerning
the Dark Lord."
"Oh?" the King said absently as he unfolded the letter and brought
it to his eyes. He paused, and then furrowed his brow intensely. "There
is not much to this one, I'm afraid."
"Dare I ask what it is, your Majesty?" Joy said with a look of
horror on her face.
"Here, read it for yourself."
Joy recoiled, wrinkling her nose.
The King sighed. "Well, it's not like you'd faint from this one.
It's bloody short on detail is what it is."
"Does he not describe what his latest evil intentions are towards
Princess Sarah, your Majesty?"
"Only that he plans to perform ... ah, what was it ..." He brought
the letter up to his eyes again. " 'My most diabolical and heinous
torture I can inflict upon a girl such as her.' "
"I regret that Smidlar was unable to prevent this, your Majesty,"
Joy said with growing resolve in her voice. "But I assure you, I will
take your righteous revenge to the very walls of the Tower of Doom
itself! I shall see the Dark Lord fall for his most heinous acts
against your daughter's body in the name of King Beneficus, supreme
monarch of ..."
"Ah, if it's all the same to you, perhaps, um, go a little easy on
all that 'in the King's name' rot," the King said.
Joy blinked and stared. "I beg your pardon, your Majesty?"
The King cleared his throat awkwardly and managed a small smile. "I
mean, Joy, after all, this was indeed your idea, and I believe you
should take full blame ... er, credit! ... yes, credit for this
accomplishment."
"Are you serious, your Majesty?"
"Absolutely, Joy. I do indeed want you to get all the credit for
this endeavor."
"Why ... your Majesty ... " Joy said softly, a hand at her breast.
"I'm ... I'm beside myself ..."
The King smiled. "Oh, you know, I just like be fair and ..."
"But, your Majesty, you know full well that it is your inspiration
alone that sparks my imagination."
"Er ... uh ..."
Tears filled Joy's eyes. "I am overwhelmed, your Majesty. Truly, I
am standing before the greatest monarch that ever lived ..."
King Beneficus glanced around, as if expecting to see another King
standing nearby.
" ... to wish no honor or recognition for himself, to care only for
others ... oh, your Majesty, you have fired my resolve! You have lit
the flames under my determination! You have ignited a blaze of strength
in my heart! You ..."
"I get the picture, Joy," the King said.
Joy whirled around and called out to the army below, who came
immediately to attention, broken only by the catapulter's occasional
scratching. "The moment has come at last, o Army of Light!" Joy cried.
"This morn, we shall set out for the blighted lands of the evil Dark
Lord. And as we do, we shall remember this: we are not fighting for the
Kingdom. We are not fighting for the King."
The King uttered a short sigh of relief.
"We are not fighting for his daughter. We fight for those very
tenets that set us above the foul fiends that would seek to besmirch
these lands with their cruel and wicked ways! We fight for truth!
Justice! And the, uh, Kingdom of Lightian way!"
Joy briefly turned to the King. "How was that?" she whispered.
"Simply super," the King said.
Joy smiled and turned back to the crowd. "And now, we will
commence," she said. She reached into her robe, and with the sound of
sliding metal, withdrew a brilliant, shining silver sword, nearly as
long as she was tall. She held it high above her head, it's impossibly
sharp blade carving the very air itself as she held it aloft, catching
the sunlight with a dazzlingly bright gleam.
The King blinked. "Bloody hell," he murmured as he gazed upon the
intimidating weapon.
"/To victory over the Dark Lord!/" she shouted.
The army raised their weapons in kind. "To victory!" they shouted
in response.
Joy leapt from the balcony, spreading her wings and soaring out
over the army, taking up the lead before them. One final cheer arose
before the lot of them started towards the gate.
The King gave a small sigh as he watched them. His lips curled
slowly into a smile as they receded into the distance. "And now, I can
go back to bed," he said.
As he turned away from the railing, he glanced at the letter again
and gave a small laugh. "Most diabolical and heinous torture," he
snorted. "Hah! I can think of only one thing that could possibly ... er
..."
He stopped and frowned. He looked down at the letter again. "Oh,
well, he wouldn't do /that/, certainly ... I mean, after all ... where
would the likes of him even find such a thing?"
Soon after her morning meal, the Princess was again led away from
her room without a word being spoken to her as to what lie in store for
her. Yet she could not help but let small smiles come to her face as
she remembered the other "tortures" that had been performed on her
helpless body, and she could only speculate with mounting excitement at
what they might do to her that day. Surely they would now seek to
punish her even more horribly than before now that she nearly escaped
their cruel grasp.
She certainly hoped so.
They took her back to the same room they had when Madam Agonusa had
worked on her, shackling her to the same wall in the very same way they
had before, her arms and legs again uncomfortably stretched, making it
nearly impossible for her to move. They then left her like that for a
few moments, letting her contemplate her fate, which she did, with
great relish.
Soon, the door opened, and Inferno stepped into the cell. He cast a
most decidedly evil smile at the Princess. Princess Sarah returned it
with a small smile of her own, hardly giving any pretense of terror or
fear any longer. Following behind him was Madam Agonusa, a sullen
expression on her face, carrying a hinged wooden box with a tiny metal
latch.
"Ah, Princess," Inferno said in a silky voice. "Here we are again."
"Yes, here we are," Princess Sarah said.
"Do you realize that you had us in something of a tizzy here at the
Tower of Doom? Hmm?"
"Oh? Did I?" Sarah said innocently. "How so?"
"Well, you do know we have been trying quite hard to torture you,"
Inferno said. "To inflict pain and humiliation upon you. To torment you
into madness and mortification."
"Oh, um, yes, I've noticed that."
"Oh, jolly good!" Inferno said with a sarcastic smile. "And here I
thought we were not being appreciated."
The Princess started to look a bit warily at them, her gaze
shifting from Inferno to Agonusa and then to the curious box she held.
"But, Princess, we have a bit of an impasse here," Inferno said.
"Um ... how so?"
"Try as we might, you simply do not seem to ... well, Princess,
let's put it this way: most people simply abhor being treated in the
way we have treated you."
"Oh? Oh!" the Princess said, quickly trying to wipe the smile from
face. "Oh, yes, yes! I have suffered so since I have been cruelly
captured! Oh, please, please, have mercy on me! Have .... er ... mercy
...?
Inferno was shaking his head.
The Princess swallowed, looking increasing nervous. "Um ... well,
maybe ... maybe I ... I enjoyed a few things here and there ..."
Inferno raised an eyebrow.
"Just a few!" the Princess cried. "Really! The rest of it was
cruel, pitiless torture that nearly drove me quite mad. Truly! Try it
again upon my helpless, naked body, and you'll see."
Inferno chortled and cast a wicked grin at her as he stepped
closer. "I suppose I should," he said in a low, conspiratorial voice.
"I should indeed torture you again."
"Oh, yes, quite right," the Princess said.
"I should ... inflict the most grievous pain upon your most
intimate regions ..."
"Yes, that's right," Princess Sarah said in a softer voice.
"Pain so cruel that you will scream and scream until your throat
tears ..."
"Yes ..."
"And then ... when you are in so much pain you run dry of tears ...
then you should be violated in many perverted and sick ways ..."
"Oh, yes ..." Princess Sarah said in a husky voice.
"Until you feel your sex throb in horrible, terrible, forbidden
ways ..."
"Mmm ... yes ..." Her nether regions began to glisten with
moisture, her eyes closed, moaning softly. When Inferno did not say
anything more, her eyes snapped open. "I mean ... oh, great gods, woe
is me! If but the great Smidlar had managed to rescue me from this
horrible imprisonment! I ... uh ..."
She trailed off when in the incubus turned away from her and
towards Agonusa and the box that she carried. "But we will not do that,
Princess," Inferno said.
"Uh ... no?"
"No."
The Princess paused. She felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach.
"B-but then, what ...?"
And now the incubus gave her such a smile of purest evil that it
send icy fingers up her spine. "Why, I intend to give you a little
present," he said.
Princess Sarah swallowed again, her breath growing short with true
fear as she watched Inferno carefully unlatch the box and open it. He
reached inside and grasped an object inside. Sarah heard the soft sound
of metal against metal and started to tremble, as if somehow part of
her mind already knew of the most heinous and diabolical object that
lay within the deceptively harmless wooden box.
And then Inferno lifted the object from the box, turning to face
the Princess, lifting it in his hands and holding it out before him,
the shiny metal surface catching the light. Yet barely had he turned
around when a look of dawning horror appeared in the depths of the
Princess' eyes as she beheld the narrow, curving, infernal triangle of
metal, the cruelly thick and solid waistband, and the thin but
unbreakable cold chains that connected them together.
Princess Sarah's mouth dropped open, her whole body shaking.
"Oh, now, Princess, whatever is the matter?" Inferno said. He
started walking towards her.
Princess Sarah cast a look of sheer terror at him and tried to
shrink into the wall. She started shaking her head violently. "No ..."
she breathed. "No ..."
"Why, this is not even a torture device," Inferno said with a
malevolent chuckle.
"No!" Sarah cried desperately. "No, please!"
"This is nothing more than ..."
"/No!/" she shouted as he reached her.
" ... a chastity belt," the incubus concluded with a most satisfied
sneer as he began to fit the device to the helpless Princess.
"/NOOOOOOOO!!/" Princess Sarah shrieked.
She wrenched at her restraints in desperation, the shackles cutting
into her skin with the strength and sheer desperation of her attempt at
escape. She jerked her hips to one side and the other. She cried for
mercy. She begged, pleaded, and cried.
It was all in vain. With a final, horrible snap, the belt was
firmly secured over the Princess' most intimate portal and its
environs.
Inferno smiled and stroked at the shiny metal carapace that covered
Princess Sarah's sex. "See how this does such a wonderful job of
protecting you, Princess? Not a single thing may touch your intimate
regions now. Not a single thing. Not even your own fingers. And
certainly ... not a manhood of any kind."
Princess Sarah lifted her head and uttered a piercing scream of
purest terror that reverberated through the very walls of the Tower of
Doom, a scream of true torment, a scream of utter horror and revulsion
that made Inferno laugh long and hard.
"/INFERNO!!!/"
The incubus panted as he tore up the stairs as fast as he could,
flapping his wings to give him some extra speed. The bellowed summons
had come a scant candlemark after he had locked away the (FINALLY)
truly tormented and teary-eyed Princess in her room, leaving her alone
to contemplate her sex-free fate, shaking the rafters so badly that he
had feared some sort of attack on the Tower itself by that infernal
Smidlar character.
Inferno entered the chamber at a dead run, nearly falling over
himself trying to stop. Still panting, he said hoarsely. "What is it,
my L ..."
The Dark Lord rounded on him, his face grinning like a madman.
"Summon my army, Inferno!" he cried. "And send them out at once towards
the Kingdom of Light!"
Inferno blinked, then started to smile. "Has King Beneficus lowered
the Barrier, then, my Lord?"
The Dark Lord laughed. "Oh, no, my dear Inferno, he has not!"
Inferno's smile faded. "Then what ...?"
"What our illustrious King has done instead is to send his pitiful
excuse for an army to attack the Tower of Doom!" Mallevelus said,
cracking up into laughter by the end of his statement. He then gasped
and made a face of pretend panic, raising his voice an octave as he
said mockingly, "Oh! Oh! Heaven's to Betsy! The King has sent his army
to attack me! Oh, whatever will I do!" He broke up into derisive
laughter again.
But Inferno cast a suspicious look at his master. "But, my Lord,
this makes no sense."
"What makes no sense, Inferno?" the Dark Lord said through his
laughter.
"That he would send such a small army out. Has he gained more
forces then?"
"Oh, no. He still has no more than a scant few dozen men-at-arms
and one catapult." He smirked. "A small one. Oh, but then again, I
suppose size isn't everything." He snorted loudly and broke down yet
again into gales of laughter.
"I do not understand this, my Lord," Inferno insisted. "Why send
out an army at all when he can simply remain behind the Barrier?"
The Dark Lord waved a dismissive hand. "It matters not, Inferno!
His army will meet ours in the field of battle, as they were destined
to from the very beginning! Blood will again flow in the fields, Good
and Evil will battle for supremacy just like the good old days!"
"I seem to recall that Good tended to win more often than not in
the 'good old days', my Lord," Inferno said sourly. "They must know
what forces we can command. They must have some secret weapon we do not
know about!"
"They have nothing, Inferno, nothing! They will be insects for us
to crush at our leisure!"
"And there was nothing unusual about their army at all, my Lord?"
"Nothing! Not a thing! Weak through and through!"
A pause.
"Well ... " the Dark Lord mused. "There is one tiny little thing."
Inferno sighed. "Here it comes," he muttered.
"Rumor has it ... an unconfirmed report ... mere hearsay, you see
..."
Inferno clenched his teeth. "/Yes?/"
"That they may have in their army one, ah, angel."
Inferno's jaw dropped. "/A WHAT?!/"
"Ah ... is that bad?"
"/YES, THAT'S BAD!/" Inferno bellowed. "Bloody hell! Where did a
two-bit King like him get a sodding angel?!"
"What difference does it make?" Mallevelus demanded. "She is but
one creature! We will outnumber their entire army ten to one!"
"They may just about make it even, my Lord."
The Dark Lord sneered and waved his hand in another dismissive
gesture. "Inferno, you are /such/ a bring-down. We are on the brink of
crushing our most mortal enemy, and bringing them to their knees! The
humiliating defeat of their army on the field of battle will destroy
their morale, plunging them into despair, and make the Barrier come
down on its own! King Beneficus is digging his own grave for us, and we
but need to toss him in. Our plan cannot fail now, Inferno! We are
about to win! Nothing can stop us now!"
And to this end, Mallevelus uttered his loudest and most heartfelt
diabolical laughter to date, the thunder echoing through the chamber
deafening.
The Army of Light marched its way boldly across the lands
separating its home from the blighted lands of the Dark Lord, its
morale high, buoyed by the fierce determination of its angelic leader.
Joy flew out ahead of them, brandishing her mighty sword before her,
uttering inspirational words and firing-up the men until each was ready
to take on the Dark Lord by himself.
Thus as they entered the desert, and the cloud of dust rose up
ahead of them, coming quickly closer, excitement grew among the ranks.
Men steeled themselves in anticipation of the battle, swords sliding
from sheathes, arrows knocked into bows, everyone braced and on a hair
trigger, as Joy swept over them and began to heft her sword aloft. At
the last moment, however, as her eyes peered into the distance through
the shimmering heat hovering above the blazing sands, the cloud
resolved itself into but a single horse and a single golden-haired man.
"Stand down! Stand down!" Joy shouted. "It is Smidlar the Brave!"
Gasps and murmurs through the men quickly gave way to cheers as the
King's Champion rode up to them, pulling his horse to a halt near Joy.
"Smidlar, thank the gods you are alive!" Joy cried happily.
"Yes, I am very much so!" Smidlar said as he dismounted, pausing to
wave and flash a smile at the cheering soldiers. "But I would gladly
have forfeited it, my dear Joy, had I been able to accomplish my
mission."
"Oh, heavens, Smidlar, is the Princess all right?" Joy gasped.
"For the moment, she is, but I fear for her very soul if we do not
make haste," Smidlar said ominously. "I would have made the attempt to
rescue her again with the dawn had I not had valuable information for
you and your men!"
"We are prepared to meet the Dark Lord's army in battle," Joy said
firmly, gripping the hilt of her sword more tightly. "We intend to make
the Dark Lord pay for his heinous crimes."
"And I daresay you will have your chance very soon, for the Dark
Lord's army is scant candlemarks behind me."
This declaration was greeted with eager shouts of anticipation from
several men.
"Bring them on!" one cried.
"I shall slay five of their wicked demons at one blow!" shouted
another, swinging his sword through the air.
"And I shall pluck out the very eyes of their winged beasts of
death!" yelled an archer, bringing up his bow.
More and more men chorused their agreement, eventually joining into
a single, resounding cheer in excitement of the pending battle, their
spirits raised by the presence of the powerful angel in their ranks,
such that they would never realize that they could not possibly win
against such tremendous odds.
"What information do you have for us, Smidlar?" Joy asked.
"Just this: You are choosing the ideal time to strike. The Dark
Lord no longer has his Farseeing Mirror, so he cannot see you until you
are at the Tower. Once you defeat his army, however, you will have to
contend with the source of his strength, the Scepter of Infernal
Power."
Joy gasped, causing several soldiers to follow suit. "Great gods,
not ... /the Scepter!/"
"Yes, indeed! But even though this is his strength, it is also his
weakness, for without it, he does not have enough power to withstand
your army."
"We must find a way to take the Scepter from him, then."
"Ah, but I have already hatched just such a plan, my dear Joy, and
I must make haste back to the Tower to set it in motion. If I succeed,
by the time your army marches on the Tower, the Dark Lord will be
powerless to stop you!"
"But, Smidlar, how do you intend ..."
"/LOOK!/" one of the soldiers shouted, pointing off across the
desert sands.
And then an awed hush fell upon the Army of Light. Rising up from
the horizon was a wall of darkness, a black miasma stretched across
their vision, chilling the air around them with the radiant evil from
its hideous depths even from this great a distance. As it loomed larger
and larger, a great thundering noise slowly arose, followed by the roar
of wing and fire. The ground trembled and the air grew unnaturally
still.
The Army of Darkness had arrived.
"I must go!" Smidlar called out, mounting his horse. "I regret I
cannot stay and share this victory with you all!"
"Go, Smidlar!" Joy cried. "Go and secure us a greater victory
still!"
Smidlar turned his horse around and galloped away at high speed.
Joy spread her wings and rose into the air, grim determination on
her face. She slid the sword out once again with a ringing sound of
metal on metal. She held it high over her head.
"/TO VICTORY!/" she cried.
"/TO VICTORY!/" her men answered.
Moments later in the desert, the two great Armies clashed, and the
final battle between Good and Evil commenced.
Princess Sarah lay huddled on her bed, her body trembling, her face
stained with tears, her sheet damp with her sorrow. The collar had
again been secured to her neck, and the sturdy chain to the bed, but it
hardly mattered. With the touch of the smooth, impenetrable metal
cruelly locked to her nether regions, her most intimate portal banished
behind it, she had become a miserable, hollow shell. She touched her
shaking fingers to it, sobs wracking a body that had run out of tears
not long before. She pulled at the unyielding chains and the pitiless
band about her waist, but none of it would move, none of it would spare
her a single bit of mercy.
And if this had not been enough, every few candlemarks, a guard
would enter her cell, tell her how much he would so enjoy raping her,
how he would so like to slide his eager manhood into her hot, tight,
wet depths, how he would like to make her scream in powerful climax,
arousing her until she could no longer stand to listen any further, and
then leave her to wail in anger and distress at her now excited sex
forever beyond her reach (while this was expressed more along the lines
of "gee, I'd love ta rape ya, but ya got sum metal thingie in da way",
the Princess' sex-starved mind filled in the rest).
So when she heard the door open behind her once again, her sex
still tingling madly with unsatisfied desire, her body flushed with
unsatisfied lust, she began crying again. "P-please leave me alone,"
she begged. "I c-cannot take these cruel words any longer!"
"Hello, Princess," came the low and immensely satisfied voice of
Inferno.
Princess Sarah blinked, then turned over on the bed and quickly sat
up, wiping remaining dampness from her reddened eyes.
"You might wish to know," Inferno said with a sly smile. "That your
father has sent his army to the Tower."
Sarah blinked at this revelation. "My ... father ... army ..." she
mumbled. "I ... I don't understand ..."
Inferno laughed. "Neither do I, Princess. For they are sure to meet
their defeat before they even get here."
Strictly speaking, the incubus was not sure of this at all, but he
was not about to let on to the Princess. He had to hope that the army
he had scrounged up for the Dark Lord was enough. /Damn lucky the
basilisk's rash cleared up,/ he thought.
"Why are you telling me this?" the Princess demanded.
"So you do not care that your father's army will fall to the Dark
Lord's minions, hmm?" Inferno said with a wicked grin, stepping up to
her. His eyes flickered down to the gleam of metal between her thighs.
He reached down and gave it a stroke with his fingers. Princess Sarah
whimpered pitifully and turned away from him. "Or do you care only for
what has been taken away from you?"
The Princess squeezed her eyes shut, renewed tears trickling from
them.
Inferno leaned forward, his heat making her perspire. He whispered
seductively into her ear. "Hard to stop thinking about it, is it not?"
"P-please ... " the Princess cried hoarsely.
"Never have you wanted a touch to your sensitive, pleasurable flesh
in all your life, have you, Princess?"
"Stop ... gods, please, stop ..."
"Remember what it was like, Princess?" Inferno whispered hotly into
her ear. "Remember what your intensely throbbing climaxes felt like?"
"/STOP IT!/" the Princess shrieked.
Inferno chortled. "We've already done that to you," he commented.
Princess Sarah threw her head back and wailed.
Inferno stepped back from her, smiling evilly. "Oh now, Princess,
can it be all that bad?"
"How long are you going to keep me like this?!" Princess Sarah
bellowed.
"As long as we want to, Princess!" Inferno snarled. "That's how
long! Perhaps we will keep you here for a year. Ten years! Perhaps this
will become your new home for the rest of your days! Think about that,
Princess, a lifetime without the joys of the flesh!"
"/NOOOOOOOO!!/" the Princess screamed, falling down onto the bed,
thrashing and beating the pillow with her fists. "/This is not fair!
IT'S NOT FAIR!!/"
"Not fair? Why, it is very fair, Princess!" Inferno declared. "You
want something, you want something badly, and we take it from you. We
take it from you and keep it from you until we get what /we/ want!"
The Princess paused. She turned her head back to Inferno. "What
/you/ want?"
Inferno's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Yes, Princess, what /we/
want."
Sarah rose to a seated position and wiped at her eyes again. "Then
tell me what it is that you want," she said. "I will give it to you."
Inferno chuckled. "Are you quite sure of that? Do you value your
fleshy pursuits that much?"
"Yes!" the Princess cried. "I'll do whatever you want! Just remove
this infernal thing from my body! I'll do /anything!/"
"Oh, really? Anything? Even ... betray your father? Betray your
Kingdom? Betray ... " Inferno's eyes flashed. "The very man that tried
to rescue you?"
"Yes!" Princess Sarah cried. "Especially him!"
Inferno laughed. "Why do I not believe you, Princess?"
"But just tell me what you want!" Sarah cried desperately. "I'll
prove it! I'll tell you anything you want to know about all of them!"
"All the Dark Lord wants, Princess," Inferno said with a sneer. "Is
the location of his now mortal enemy, Smidlar the Brave. Can you tell
me that, Princess?"
Sarah looked stricken. "I ... I cannot ..."
"Just as I thought."
"Because I don't /know/, you bloody git!" Princess Sarah screamed.
"What difference does it make, anyway, if you're already going to
defeat the King's army?!"
"Because, Princess, the Dark Lord takes a personal interest in
those that defy him directly, as Smidlar has done! He will not rest
until he is destroyed, utterly and permanently. And when that day
happens, my dear, you can make sure that we will be sure that you see
it for yourself, that you get to see him die at your very feet,
breathing his last before your very eyes!"
Princess Sarah snorted. "Good! Can't be too soon for me!"
The incubus stopped laughing. "I beg your pardon?"
"I could use some entertainment now that you've taken away the only
fun I've been having around here."
Inferno blinked. He knew that the Princess had purposely thwarted
her own rescue, but he had not expected this must sheer vitriol from
her. "I am telling you that we intend to murder the King's Champion!"
he cried. "The same one that could still take you away from here!"
"I heard you," Sarah said, folding her arms defiantly.
"The same one that could remove that device from your body!"
"Yeah, whatever."
Inferno stared at her. "Bugger all this!" he declared. "I'm bloody
well through trying to figure you out! I'm going to ask you a straight
question and I want a straight answer from you, you got it?"
Sarah just shrugged.
Inferno gritted his teeth. "Why do you want to see Smidlar as dead
as we do?"
"So I don't have to marry that great pillock, that's why!" Princess
Sarah replied.
Inferno's eyes opened wide. "You don't want to marry him?" he asked
in amazement.
"Nope."
"But ... every Princess always marries the man sent to rescue her!"
"Not this one."
Inferno puzzled over this, then smiled. "Ah! You have another that
has captured your heart that you ... wish ... to ... no?"
Princess Sarah had started to shake her head halfway through his
statement.
"Then who ..."
"No one!" Princess Sarah spat. "I am /no one's/ woman! I never have
been, and I never intend to be! You think I want to be tied down to one
man for the rest of my life? Damn boring is what that is."
"Good gods, woman," Inferno said in astonishment. "You truly /are/
a harlot!"
The Princess gave him a sultry smile. "Call me what you want," she
said loftily. "I do not care. I only care about what I want, and what I
want is all the sex I can get. Or haven't you figured that out yet?"
"Well, I had ... but ... but I never expected ..."
"That I would be so forward about it? You should realize by now,
Inferno, I don't care about convention or tradition. I want a guy's
cock, I go for it. Hellfire, if I fancy another woman's twat, I'll go
for that, too! Anything I want, any pleasure I wish, I go for it, I
don't care what the consequences are. Even the torture, Inferno. Oh,
yes, you tormented me with Agonusa's Wand of Agony, and I felt fear
when I was first dropped amongst the cave trolls, but it mattered not
to me once I got what I wanted, once I got the pleasure I sought! What
is a little torture or a little fear if I can feel more of those
intense, throbbing climaxes you so cruelly have taken from me!"
"Satan's horns," Inferno uttered in dawning realization. "No wonder
your father never lowered the Barrier. He doesn't /want/ you back!"
Princess Sarah laughed. "He probably considers me getting trapped
outside that Barrier the best thing that ever happened to him. And his
Kingdom."
"Then ... then why send a Champion for you?" Inferno asked,
perplexed. "Why send the army?"
The Princess snorted. "My guess is that they were daft ideas from
that goody-two-shoe guardian angel of his ..."
"/What?!/" Inferno shouted. "Did ... did you say /guardian/ angel?!
Not a full-fledged angel? Not a divine avatar of the gods??"
Sarah snorted derisively. "A full-fledged angel? Divine avatar?
Hah! Where would a two-bit King like my father get one of those?"
Inferno was beside himself. A mere guardian angel! They had nowhere
near the power of their true angelic counterparts in the hereafter. If
anything, it was a demotion, a grunt job for angels that could not cut
it in the afterlife realm. But if one did not know this, it was as good
as being pitted against a real angel, for they would be intimidated as
if she were the real thing.
/Great gods, there may still be time!/ he thought triumphantly. /If
our army knew it was a mere guardian angel, they could take her out and
... I must tell the Dark Lord!/
"Thank you, Princess, you have been very helpful!" Inferno cried,
rushing to the door.
Princess Sarah blinked. "I have? Wait!" She leapt up from the bed
and rushed after him. "Wait! If I helped you, you said you'd remove
...!"
"I, uh, don't have the key with me," Inferno said. "Later!"
"No, no, wait!" Princess Sarah cried desperately. "Come back! Even
without the key, you can defeat it easily! It wouldn't stand a chance!
It ... oh ..."
The door clanged shut.
The Princess clenched her fists in frustration. "Oh, /shit!/"
Yet even as Inferno made great haste to the chamber of the Dark
Lord, the Army of Light swept around and through the ranks of their
evil foes, the servants of the darkness falling to them like wheat
before the scythe. Intimidated as the Dark Lord's minions were by the
appearance of the angel, glowing in whiteness so pure that it was
blinding to them, they avoided her, choosing instead to attack the
soldiers, believing them to be easy prey. Yet even as the Army of Light
initially dropped back, the angel Joy swept behind them, using her
great sword with skilled aplomb, and soon the blade was dripping with
the foul red-black ichor of the slain dark forces. Encouraged by this
sight, the soldiers fought like madmen, dispatching their foes with
abandon.
By the time Inferno had informed the Dark Lord of the situation and
the orders had gone through to the commander of the Army of Darkness,
it was too late. Even after they had learned the truth, the facade of
the guardian angel falling away, her glow no longer blinding, her
appearance no longer intimidating, their attempt to focus their attack
on her was too little too late. The moment they turned on her, the Army
of Light struck without mercy, cutting them down as the attempted to
surround her, until nothing remained of the great Army of Darkness but
broken weapons and mangled bodies.
The soldiers all lifted their weapons into the air and chanted as
one, "/VICTORY!/"
Joy flew into the air above them. "We have won this round, my
warriors!" she cried. "But it is not over yet! We have but slain the
Dark Lord's foul minions. Our task will not be complete until the evil
Dark Lord Mallevelus, the Foul One himself, is utterly destroyed!"
Joy thrust her sword into the air.
"/Death to the Dark Lord!/" Joy shouted.
"/DEATH TO THE DARK LORD!/" the Army cried as one.
And without pause or respite, still fired-up from their victory,
the Army of Light marched on.
The Princess heard the door to her cell being unlatched again. She
leapt up out of the bed. "Inferno?" she cried hopefully.
But when the door opened, one of her hulking guards stepped inside
instead.
Princess Sarah rolled her eyes. "Oh, let's not go through this
again!" she spat. "Fine, you'd like to rape me, you'd like to make me
scream, but I'm wearing this thing so you can't. Good. End of torture.
Now ... leave!"
"Uhh ..." the guard said in a stupid-sounding voice. A moment
later, the door was closed behind him. He quickly glanced behind him,
then turned towards the Princess and gave her a smarmy smile. "Have no
fear, Princess," he said in all-too familiar voice. He reached up and
pulled off his helmet, revealing his golden hair. "It is I, Smidlar the
Brave!"
"Oh, bugger, not you again," the Princess moaned, turning away. "I
suppose you want me to put the bloody sheet on again now?"
"No, my Lady, we do not have time," he said. "And as your more
private regions have been covered ..."
"Don't remind me," Sarah grumbled.
" ... the most sensitive part of your modesty is protected. And,
Your Highness, I must compliment you, that was very well played!"
"Huh?"
"Smuggling into the Tower of Doom a chastity belt to protect you
from their wicked perversions. Positively brilliant, Your Highness!"
The Princess smirked humorlessly. "Yeah, sure, brilliant," she said
tonelessly.
"And I daresay this saves me some trouble later."
Princess Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Once I have the key to your belt, Your Highness, I may simply use
that instead of procuring one myself."
"Ah ... use this for what?"
Smidlar looked surprised at the question. "Why, to place upon you
when I am not doing my husbandly duty to you, as is proper," he
replied.
Sarah placed her hands on her hips indignantly. "Listen,
golden-boy, I'm not about to let you ..."
Smidlar suddenly jerked his head to the side. "Hush, my Lady!"
The Princess rolled her eyes. "/Now/ what?"
"I received a message from the Army of Light scant candlemarks
ago," he said in a hushed voice. "They have utterly routed the forces
of the Dark Lord. Any moment now, the Dark Lord will hear of this and
..."
The next moment, a distance cry of anguished thunder sounded,
shaking the walls.
"/AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!/"
Smidlar grinned. "There! Now, Princess, there will not be much
time." He lifted the helmet to his head. "Soon the Army of Light will
besiege the Tower. Unless I am wrong -- and, well, what's the chance of
that happening -- the Dark Lord will summon the guards to bring you to
his chamber as a hostage. Posing as your guard, I will accompany you,
and then launch my ingenious plan to wrest the Scepter of Infernal
Power from the Dark Lord, and then shorty thereafter signal the Army to
attack!"
Before the Princess could reply, he turned and headed towards the
door. Princess Sarah's gaze happened to fall on the back of his head,
where a very visible dent appeared in the metal of the helmet, near the
neck. She raised an eyebrow at this, and then narrowed her eyes, a very
small smile coming to her lips as Smidlar had the other guard let him
out of the room.
"/My Army! My loyal minions! My Forces of Darkness! Defeated!/" the
Dark Lord raved. "How, Inferno? /HOW?!/"
"Treachery of the most foul nature, my Lord!" Inferno cried. "A
guardian angel masking as a real angel! Pretending to be a divine
messenger instead of the third-rate spirit-made-mortal that she is!"
"Yes, I know that!" Mallevelus snapped. He fell heavily into the
Throne of Foulest Evil. "That was hardly even sporting, was it? I mean,
that was a bloody cheat!"
"It is something you would have done, my Lord."
"Yes, but I'm the Dark Lord! /I'm SUPPOSED to cheat!/" he
thundered.
"My Lord, all is not yet lost," Inferno said. "I might remind you
that you still have the Scepter of Infernal Power."
The Dark Lord perked up. He lifted the Scepter and crossed it in
front of himself, cradling it lovingly in both hands, stroking it
gently. "Yes, Inferno," he said in a husky voice. "I do indeed have the
Scepter."
"And with that, my Lord, you can hold off their entire Army."
"And if I hold them off long enough," Mallevelus began, a gleam
growing in his eyes. "If I frustrate their attack upon me for but a
short span of days, the mind-flayers will be back from their
convention. Hah! Yes, Inferno, that's it!" He shot out of his seat.
"And with those reinforcements, I shall destroy that rabble once and
for all!"
"/JUST/ one more thing, my Lord!" Inferno exclaimed, catching the
Dark Lord scant moments before he was about to laugh diabolically. "I
need to tell you something about the Princess."
"Ah, yes, the Princess!" the Dark Lord said with a chortle.
"Princess Sarah the great betrayer of her people! She may not have
gotten us that information quickly enough to save the battle, but if
nothing else shows us whose side she is truly on ..."
"Yes, well, true, but not ..."
"And you doubted my idea that she could become my consort," the
Dark Lord said imperiously. "Perhaps now, Inferno, you see which of us
has the greater wisdom in these matters."
Inferno took a deep breath and let it go, struggling to remain
calm. "About that, my Lord, I don't think you should ..."
"Oh, to have corrupted a Princess! To have swayed her to the
darkness! To have germinated the seed of evil within her heart! It may
be my greatest accomplishment."
Inferno sighed. "My Lord, I don't think it was ..."
"Really, Inferno, all this negativity must stop," Mallevelus said.
"You really are a bring-down sometimes."
Inferno fumed. /Fine,/ he thought violently, /let the idiot find
out for himself./
"I think, perhaps, we shall put her loyalty to a test," the Dark
Lord mused.
"A test, my Lord?" Inferno said, struggling not to roll his eyes.
"Yes, a test. Have her brought to me when the Army of Light is
within sight of the Tower. We shall see how she fares when she sees me
unleash my power upon the last hope for her rescue!"
"And if she fails the test, my Lord?"
"Then she will make an excellent hostage. For the Army will not
attempt to destroy me if they know she will be harmed," Mallevelus said
with an evil smile.
"Unless ... they plan to rescue her before that."
The smile faded. "What?!"
"Smidlar the Brave, my Lord," Inferno reminded him. "He still at
large."
But the Dark Lord laughed. "Do not worry about the likes of him,"
he said. "He will not get into the Tower a second time. I have put
extra guards on duty."
/The same bloody guards that let him in last time!/ Inferno
thought. "Of course, my Lord," he said placidly.
The angel Joy peered out over the crest of the hill and pointed.
"There it is!" she cried.
The Army of Light came to a stop and lapsed into another awed
silence as they gazed upon the erect monolith that thrust up from the
earth in the distance, its swollen head appearing to part the very
folds of the heavens.
"The Tower of Doom," muttered on soldier, fear creeping into his
voice.
"The Edifice of Evil," muttered another.
"Wait, I thought that was the Dark Lord himself," another pointed
out.
"The Column of Carnage," whispered one.
"The Wang of Wrath," rang out another.
All the other soldiers turned and stared at him. "The what?" cried
someone.
"Er ... " he said, looking embarrassed. "I, uh, heard it
somewhere."
"From who?"
"A ... a lady."
"A lady??"
"Yeah, a lady! Of ... ah ... lesser ... virtue," he added in a
mumble.
"Men, do not waver now!" Joy declared, holding her sword high. "The
Tower has an evil enchantment upon it that causes those that gaze upon
it to know fear. Yet you have but to look to me for encouragement, and
you will defeat the Dark Lord's pathetic attempts to keep us at bay!
Nothing stands between us and his defeat! Nothing stands between us and
..." She stabbed her sword into the air again. "/VICTORY!/"
"/VICTORY!/" the men shouted in unison.
The Army of Light marched onward.
Inferno looked out over the balcony in the Dark Lord's chamber,
where a cloud of dust arose in the far distance at the horizon. For the
first time since he fell into the employ of the Dark Lord, an army
marched upon the Tower of Doom, and there were no legions of evil to
meet it. The path lay open to them, and all the guards in the world
would not keep them out.
Everything, now, relied on the Dark Lord and his skill at wielding
the Scepter of Infernal Power.
/Gods help us,/ Inferno thought starkly as he stepped back inside.
"My Lord," he said solemnly. "The Army of Light approaches."
The Dark Lord Mallevelus rose from his Throne, holding his body
proudly erect. His cloak curled around him like a shroud, its inky
blackness seeming to absorb more light from the room as he walked
purposely towards the balcony, casting his cold, black eyes out across
his lands. "And so they do," he said in a low voice. He gripped his
Scepter tightly and held it high above his head. "/And so they shall
meet their doom!!/" he thundered to the heavens.
Blinding green energy erupted from the end of his scepter, a crack
of deafening thunder echoing across the field of ruins. Mallevelus took
a step back from the railing and with two hands swung the scepter like
a war hammer. It hit the floor of the chamber with a retort like that
of a cannon. A shock wave of sorcerous energies burst out from the base
of the Tower in an expanding circle, the stone ruins smashed to dust
where the wave of infernal power moved over it. The shock wave finally
came to a stop some distance from the Tower, forming a huge wall
surrounding the grounds.
The Army of Light met the wall, and the wall writhed and undulated,
forming shapes of hideous creatures from the very depths of the
underworld, which slashed and ripped at the approaching Army, forcing
them to do battle once again before they could pass.
The Dark Lord gave a malevolent smile and retreated into his
chamber.
"That will not hold them off for long," Inferno pointed out.
"No, Inferno, it will not, but it will delay them long enough for
me to begin the second part of my plan," Mallevelus said. "Now ...
bring the Princess to me!"
The Princess remained quiet as the two guards came for her,
removing her collar before each seized an arm and led her out of her
room. She glanced between the two of them, both staring mindlessly
ahead. She could not tell which one was Smidlar, as the helmets simply
concealed too much of the face.
As she was directed up the winding stairs, she leaned back, and
took a surreptitious peek behind their heads. The back of the helmet of
the guard on the left was smooth. She flicked her eyes over to the
right, and there she saw the dent.
The guard on her right looked at her for a moment. At that precise
moment, a mote of dust drifted down from the rafters and into one of
his eyes, causing it to blink. He turned away a moment later.
The Princess smiled to herself. Yes, this should work out
perfectly.
The Army of Light did battle with the monstrous demons of the Dark
Lord's foul conjuration. These phantoms recognized not the angelic
status of the Army's leader, but instead savagely attacked anything
that was within range of their razor-sharp claws and slicing fangs. Yet
the angel Joy served to inspire the men, giving them no pause to
consider what they were up against, and as such, they slowly gained the
upper hand, the magical energies of the protective wall fading.
Princess Sarah could feel the infernal device between her legs
press mockingly against her sex as she walked up the stairs, a pressure
that would bring no pleasure or pain, just constant nothingness. Behind
it, her tender flesh swelled and moistened, a silent plea by her body
for satisfaction of its now growing lust and desire. The Princess
gritted her teeth, her resolve firmed by these cruel self-torments. She
again took another look to her right, and this time there was utter
contempt in her eyes.
They reached the top of the stairs, and as soon as the guards had
taken her across the threshold, the both of them shoved her forward,
making her stumble and nearly fall. She turned briefly and glared at
them before standing up.
"Ah, Princess Sarah, how good of you to join us," the Dark Lord
said in an oily voice as he fingered his Scepter, stepping closer to
her and forcing her to tilt her head back to look upon him. "So good of
you to witness the utter defeat of your father's so-called Army of
Light!"
Inferno watched the Princess with narrowed eyes. He caught the very
small smile that threatened to curl one corner of her mouth even as she
gazed upon the Dark Lord's visage.
"Inferno has told me some interesting things about you, Princess,"
the Dark Lord said in a low, rumbling voice. He gave her a sly smile
and lowered his scepter. The Princess gasped and held her breath as he
brought the end of it near her sex. "Especially after you received ...
this."
He tapped the end of the scepter against the crotch piece of the
chastity belt. Princess Sarah leapt backwards a step when it briefly
crackled with energy that made her sex tingle. She swallowed and looked
back up at him, her lips now turning from a smile to a pout.
The Dark Lord chortled. "I am told, my dear Princess, that there is
a question as to your, ah ... loyalty to your own father and his
Kingdom."
"Is this so?" Sarah said in a defiant voice. "Is this what your
incubus has told you?"
Inferno folded his arms.
"He has told me a great man things about you, and I must say, I
find them rather /fascinating/."
"Do you?"
"Indeed, Princess," the Dark Lord said. He loomed over her, his
expression growing dark and deadly, causing the Princess' heart to skip
a beat and her eyes to turn away. "And now, I give you a chance to
prove his words right or wrong," he hissed.
"And what do you expect of me?" the Princess asked, a nervous
quaver in her voice.
The Dark Lord raised his scepter and placed the end squarely
between the Princess' breasts. She gasped and dared to look up,
breathing hard, her body trembling. "If the Army of Light attempts to
breach this Tower, my Princess," he said in a husky voice. "I intend to
use your life as my protection. If they do not relent, I have but to
will it ..."
He gave a small jab of his scepter. Princess Sarah felt her heart
seize up for a terrible moment.
" ... and I can set your very heart on fire and burn it out of your
chest," the Dark Lord concluded. Slowly, he pulled the scepter from
her. "But I need not do that, Princess."
Princess Sarah swallowed. "And, pray, tell me ..."
An evil smile crossed the Dark Lord's visage. "Yes?"
"What will convince you that you need not do this?"
"Something very, very simple, Princess." the Dark Lord said. "You
need only tell me ... where my most moral enemy, Smidlar the Brave, is
at this very moment!"
Princess Sarah relaxed. "Good gods, is /that/ all you want?" she
gushed with relief. She turned and pointed to the guard on her right.
"That's him right there."
"/What?!/" Inferno shouted.
"Huh?" the guard said stupidly. "Wut?"
"/Impossible!/" the Dark Lord roared. "You /LIE/, girl!"
Princess Sarah rolled her eyes. She stomped over to the now
thoroughly confused guard, who cast pleading eyes on her as she
approached. She flashed him an evil smile at him before reaching over
and grabbing him by the shoulder, forcing him to turn around. She
pointed at his helmet. "See? Here's where he knocked out the guard
before taking his helmet."
"Wut you talkin' about?" the guard cried.
The Dark Lord's eyes became fire. "/SMIDLAR!!/" he thundered,
leveling his scepter and thrusting it at him. Princess Sarah quickly
leapt aside. "You may have thought your clever little ruse would work,
but you never took into account that I had already corrupted the
Princess against you and your King!"
"Huh? Wut he mean? I ..."
"Do not play the fool with me, Smidlar!" the Dark Lord raged. "And
now, your pathetic attempts to thwart my evil plans come to a /FINAL
END!!/"
/CRACK!!/
Green lightning burst forth from the scepter. A helmet clanked to
the floor amongst a flutter of black ashes.
Mallevelus raised his arms and proclaimed to the ceiling, "And so
die the foes of the most /foul/, the most /evil/, the most /powerful/
Dark Lord to ever ... /OW!!/"
A small stone connected with his hand and sent the Scepter of
Infernal Power falling through the air.
Before anyone could react, the other guard had already dived
forward the moment the stone had left his hand, tucking into a roll,
coming out of it just as the Scepter passed the halfway point towards
the floor. His hand came up, and the Scepter slapped into it. He darted
to the side, rolled again, and came to his feet off to the right,
standing near the Throne, where he now brandished the scepter and
pointed it at both the Dark Lord and Inferno.
"/What is the meaning of this?!/" the Dark Lord roared, the walls
of the chamber shaking.
The guard flashed them a smarmy smile, reached up with his hand and
pulled his helmet from his head.
"/YOU!!/" the Dark Lord cried. "But how ...?!"
"Yes, it is I, Smidlar the Brave!" declared the golden-haired hero
as he held the Scepter on his adversaries.
"What the /fuck?!/" Princess Sarah cried.
"You betrayed us!" Inferno snarled at the Princess.
"What?! But I ... he had the helmet ... he ... I was sure that was
..." Princes Sarah sputtered.
Smidlar laughed. "No need to play the part any longer, Princess, I
have everything in hand," he said. "And it was a very well-played part
indeed, Your Highness. You are quite the clever girl! I should have
realized you would have deduced that I would switch helmets with the
other guard in case any suspicion was aroused, and you further
determined that I needed a distraction at just that critical moment to
execute my brilliant plan to turn the tables on the Dark Lord!"
Princess Sarah slapped her forehead in exasperation.
"How /DARE/ you hold my own Scepter on me!" Mallevelus shouted. "I
will crush you like the insect you are!"
"I think not," Smidlar said with a grin. "Not while I hold the very
source of your evil power."
"So what are you going to do, Smidlar?" the Dark Lord asked with a
sneer. "Kill me?"
"As much as it might please me to personally rid the world of your
great foul stench of evil, that is not for a humble King's Champion to
decide. No, I shall hand you over to the King's Army and his Right Hand
of Virtue, and they shall act in the name of the King and determine
your fate!" Smidlar gestured towards the Princess.
"What now?" the Princess snapped.
"Come to my side, your Highness, so that you might enjoy my
protection while I escort these two evildoers out of the Tower,"
Smidlar said. "I cannot in good conscience allow a fair damsel to
remain by herself."
The Princess clenched her teeth and started towards him. Just as
she came near the throne, her hand brushed something hot. "Ouch!" she
cried softly as she whipped her hand away, looking down to see what had
nearly burned her. Her eyes fell on the small lamp.
The Dark Lord gave a growl of frustration. He rounded on the
incubus. "Inferno! /Do/ something!" he cried in desperation.
"What is it you wish me to do, my Lord?" Inferno said placidly.
"Anything! Just ..."
Smidlar laughed again. "And so do evil plans come to naught in the
face of good!" he declared. "Come, Princess! To my side so that we may
leave this odious place."
The Princess stared at the lamp for a moment, then lifted her eyes
to him, a smile stealing across her face. "Oh, of course, my brave
rescuer," she said sweetly.
Inferno raised an eyebrow.
She turned, letting one arm swing out. She started to take a step,
but her foot struck the side of the throne. "Oh dear!" she cried
dramatically as she fell forward and into Smidlar.
Her arm swung forward as she fell, knocking the lamp over and
plunging the chamber into darkness.
The next moment, there was a loud clatter of something hitting the
floor.
"The Scepter! The Scepter!"
"What, ho, Princess! Do not move, I shall ..."
"I have it, my Lord! I ... ouch!"
"You do not, foul knave! Now ..."
"I have it! Come to me now ..."
"Ouch! That is my foot, you git!"
"I wondered why the Scepter was so hot ..."
"A-ha! Now I ... oof! Forgive me, Princess! I ..."
"/Inferno! Get us some sodding LIGHT!!/"
Moments later, flickering red light burst out of the darkness as
the incubus conjured a bright flame on his fingertips.
"/Who has it?!/" the Dark Lord thundered. "Smidlar! You will unhand
the Scepter and return it to me under pain of ..."
"I do not have it, Foul One!" Smidlar snapped. "I ... oh!"
The Princess Sarah rose from the floor, coming slowly to her feet.
In her hand was the Scepter of Infernal Power.
Smidlar smiled. "Oh, jolly good, Princess!" he cried.
"Yes, I have it," Princess Sarah said. A smile slowly came to her
lips. Her fingers gripped the Scepter more tightly. She felt the
energies within surge up her arm. "Indeed, I have it," she said in a
slightly husky voice.
The Dark Lord gave the Princess a sly smile. "Ah, Princess, if you
had but chosen to side with me, I would have shared my great power with
you, the very power that you hold in your hand now."
"Oh, would you, now?" the Princess asked with a small smirk.
"Do not let him tempt you with his serpent's tongue!" Smidlar
spat. "He is a fiend, a foul cancer of evil on the body of the land."
"Yes, my dear, for I know now what you really are," Mallevelus said
with a growing lust in his voice.
Inferno picked up the doused lantern from the floor and re-ignited
it with his finger fire as he watched the tableau carefully.
"Oh, do you? And what would I be, hmm?"
The Dark Lord chortled. "You, my dear Princess, are not the demure
young woman you are made out to be. You are more someone after my own
heart."
"Am I, now? Do tell."
"Oh, yes, my Princess. You are not a fragile, pure, virginal flower
of womanhood. You are a /beast/ ... a ravenous beast of lust and desire
..."
"Watch your tongue, you lecherous demon!" Smidlar shouted.
"Remember who you are speaking to!"
"The Dark Lord speaks the truth," Inferno said with a shark-like
smile.
"And, my Princess," the Dark Lord continued in a louder voice,
stepping towards the Princess. "If you hand me my scepter ... restore
to me my power ... I shall grant you delights that you cannot imagine
in your wildest, most lustful longings ..."
The Princess started to smile. "And ... just what delights are you
offering me?" she asked in a softer voice.
The Dark Lord gave her a wicked grin. "You will experience pleasure
so intense, so exquisite, so all-consuming that even your deepest,
darkest, most wicked and perverted desires will be satisfied one
thousand times over!"
"Your Highness!" Smidlar cried. "Please, hand me the scepter so
that I might silence these obscenities from his foul mouth!"
The Princess ignored him. "Go on," she said.
"You will cry out in ecstasy every day of your life," the Dark Lord
continued. "Your most intimate regions will be serviced as many times
as you desire, for as long as you desire, for as much as you can
stand!"
Princess Sarah took a deep breath. Moisture trickled out from the
edges of her chastity belt. "And all I need to do is give you this?"
she asked in a husky voice. She held it in her hand more loosely. "Give
you the scepter, and I get all that?"
"Oh, yes, Princess, that ... and /more/."
"Ooo, more?" Princess Sarah gushed. "What else?"
"You have the privilege, my dear, of becoming my consort."
The Princess frowned. Her fingers gripped the Scepter more tightly
again. "Your /what?/"
Inferno glanced nervously from the Princess to his master. "Er ...
my Lord ..."
"My consort, Princess!" the Dark Lord proclaimed triumphantly. "A
woman to call my own, a woman loyal to me to a fault, a woman to do my
bidding!"
Princess Sarah's eyes narrowed. "And, um, just what would you 'bid'
me to do?"
"Ah, my Lord, I might suggest you ..." Inferno said urgently.
"Why, that should be obvious," Mallevelus said with an evil gleam
in his eye. "Imagine, Princess, what someone like you could do to a
potential enemy! A temptress to reduce my enemies to mere shells with
your insatiable lust!"
Princess Sarah lifted the Scepter. "So you're saying you'd tell me
exactly who I would bed? And when? And where?"
"My lady!" Smidlar said, shocked.
"My Lord!" Inferno hissed.
"What?!" the Dark Lord yelled, rounding on him.
"Ixnay on the onsortkay," Inferno muttered through clenched teeth.
"Whatever are you talking about, Inferno? The Princess is one of us
now!"
"You didn't answer my question, Dark Lord," the Princess said in a
dark voice, leveling the Scepter and holding it before her.
The Dark Lord smiled. "Of course I would decide such things,
Princess! After all, I will be the mastermind behind this still. You
need but reap the benefits ... so long as you do what I tell you."
"My Lord!" Inferno cried desperately. "I need to tell you, Princess
Sarah ..."
"/IS NOBODY'S WOMAN!!/" the Princess shrieked.
/CRACK!!/
A bolt of green lightning arced through the air, and a cape of
darkness fluttered to the floor atop a small pile of ashes. Inferno
gasped and staggered back, his eyes saucers. "/My Lord! My Lord!/" he
cried, falling to his knees.
Smidlar blinked, surprised for the first time since he started this
quest. He looked over to Princess Sarah with a mixture of amazement and
fear. "Good gods, my lady," he said in a strained voice. "That was ...
that was ... most astonishing! But ... but for the best! Yes, for the
best! Well done, your Highness. A great evil has been vanquished from
this land! We are victorious!"
Princess Sarah turned towards him.
Smidlar smiled at her and extended a hand. "Now, my lady, we need
to greet our Army and convey this, ah, joyous moment to them. If you
would give me the Scepter ..."
Princess Sarah raised the Scepter and extended it towards him.
"Ah, yes, that's it, Princess ... oh, but, ah, that is the wrong
end ..."
One corner of her mouth twisted upward. "No, it isn't."
/CRACK!!/
A bolt of green lightning sliced the air, and a loincloth fell to
the floor among a small pile of ashes.
"You know," the Princess said with a smile. "This is kind of fun."
Inferno stared at her, mouth open in astonishment.
"I suppose I don't need that key from you anymore, do I?" the
Princess asked. She snapped her fingers. The chastity belt fell apart
and clanged on the floor. She pointed the Scepter at it and melted it
into slag. She strolled over to Inferno and pointed the Scepter at him.
Inferno stared up at it and swallowed.
"Get up," Princess Sarah ordered.
The incubus scrambled to his feet.
"Do you now wish to lay a claim on my body?" she asked in an icy
voice.
"N-no, Princess!" Inferno said. "I-I tried to warn him, you heard!
Really! I ..."
"That is true," the Princess conceded. "But ... perhaps I should
kill you anyway for placing that infernal device on my person."
She took a step towards him. He stumbled back, eyes betraying
abject panic.
"Or perhaps ..." She glanced down at his phallus and licked her
lips. " ... perhaps I should do something similar to you."
Inferno gasped. "N-n-no, my lady! I ..."
"Oh, so it's 'my lady' now is it?" She backed him up against the
wall of the chamber and pointed the Scepter at his chest. She laughed.
"Funny, you weren't calling me that before. Perhaps ..."
She trailed off as she heard a sound from outside the Tower, both
her and Inferno turning their heads towards it. It was the sound of
shouts of triumph, cries of victory, all fraught with an intense
eagerness to do more, to claim the final prize, to vanquish the last
bastion of evil from this wicked place.
And Inferno knew that last bastion was himself.
He turned his gaze back to the Princess. "Your father's army has
arrived, I see," he said with a small sneer. "Am I to be your trophy to
them?"
Princess Sarah narrowed her eyes and leveled the Scepter at his
head. His breath grew short as his fear grew high. "For putting that
/disgusting/ device on me, I should," she said hissed through her
teeth.
The incubus managed to smile. "Oh, yes, I am sure they will enjoy
that," he said silkily. "And so will your father. Once you are returned
to him, of course."
"What?"
"Do you think you can kill me, or turn me over to them, and then
simply walk away from it and do as you please again?"
"I am a Princess!" Princess Sarah said imperiously. "I shall order
them! And if they do not obey, I'll ..."
Inferno laughed. "You'll what? Use the Scepter on them? On the
angel?"
"/Guardian/ angel!" Princess Sarah shouted. "Nothing more!"
Before Inferno could reply, we was interrupted from the ground
below.
"I am the Angel Joy of the Army of Light from the Kingdom of Light
under the auspices of King Beneficus!" boomed Joy's voice from outside
the Tower. "We have vanquished your army. We have beaten your phantoms.
We have liberated the lands you have mercilessly conquered and
subjugated."
"Oh, but she does go on, does she not?" Inferno said with a sly
grin. "And not acting at all like 'just' a guardian angel."
"You are /finished/, Dark Lord Mallevelus, the Foul One! Surrender
yourself and your Tower, and we will be merciful! Refuse, and we shall
destroy you! I give you three candlemarks to decide your fate!"
Princess Sarah sighed. "Do you really think she'd force me to go
back to the Kingdom?"
"Oh, definitely, my lady. Surely you must see that for yourself."
He paused. "Unless ..."
"Unless what?" the Princess demanded. "Tell me!"
Inferno looked thoughtful for a few moments . "Her sword."
"Her what??"
"Her sword," Inferno said. "Like the Scepter was to the Dark Lord,
the sword is to the angel. But she must give it willingly. Have her
give you her sword, and she will become virtually powerless."
Princess Sarah's mind raced. Her eyes flickered from Inferno to the
balcony, imagining the army assembled below, and the insipid face of
that stupid Joy. She hated that woman from the first day she arrived in
the Kingdom years ago, just as Sarah was discovering the joys of
puberty. The angel hounded had her constantly, making it next to
impossible to conduct her trysts anywhere on the palace grounds,
forcing her to move out into the Kingdom and thus upset the Ladies of
Lesser Virtue to boot. The Princess would have liked nothing but to rid
herself of that woman.
"Tell me, did you destroy the clothing you took from me?" the
Princess asked.
Inferno gave her an odd look. "Your clothing?" he asked in
confusion. "Why do you ...?"
Princess Sarah jabbed him in the chest with the Scepter. "Just
answer the question!"
"No! We still have them!"
Princess Sarah stepped back from him and lowered the Scepter.
Inferno breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go bring me my clothes," she demanded. "And some guards. And be
quick about it! A candlemark has already passed!"
"Um, yes, my lady, at once," Inferno said, edging past her. He
raced for the chamber door and down the steps, wondering exactly what
the Princess had in mind.
Joy gave another anxious glance up towards the top of the Tower of
Doom. Ever since the second candlemark passed, an uneasy hush had
fallen upon the Army of Light. Until now, their enemy had come out to
meet them, fought them face-to-face. Now, it was as if their enemy was
hiding. Or perhaps worse: plotting.
"I say we should rush them!" cried one of the swordsmen.
"Yes! Yes! Storm the Tower!" shouted another.
A chorus of agreement sounded through the ranks. Joy raised her
sword, silencing them quickly. "No," she said firmly. "An Angel's word
is her honor. Three candlemarks I have given them, and there
candlemarks they shall have!"
"But what if the Dark Lord is planning something?" one asked.
"What if he is conjuring some manner of nasty beast to savage us?"
put in another.
"Or summoning foul demons to rape us?" said a third.
All the soldiers turned their eyes towards him. "Rape us?" asked
another incredulously.
"Er ... well ... it could happen!"
"Is that another one told you by that (ahem) lady?"
"Silence, all of you!" Joy cried, sensing doubt from them for the
first time since setting about on this quest. "We shall not be harmed,
so long as I am holding this sword."
"But what are we to do if they do not capitulate?" she was asked.
"Then we will take up arms against the Dark Lord!" Joy replied.
"And we ..."
Suddenly, one of the soldiers thrust an arm up and pointed towards
the chamber at the top of the Tower. "/LOOK!/"
"Stand your ground!" Joy declared, brandishing her sword. "And do
not fear the visage of the Dark Lord! He ..."
"It's the Princess!" cried another in astonishment.
Joy blinked. "What??"
"Yes, it is! It's the Princess!"
"The Princess!"
"It's her!"
A loud, raucous cheer arose from the Army of Light, many of them
waving to her, and not a few winking in her direction, having known the
Princess in more ways than a man would tend to know a Princess.
Joy was as stunned as she was relieved to see the her Majesty's
daughter, apparently alive and well, standing upon the balcony high
above their heads. Her clothing was loose and rumpled, her hair looked
disheveled, and she was a bit bedraggled, but there was no mistaking
that confident look in her pretty but determined eyes. The Princess
smiled slowly, raising a hand and waving to the men below, which caused
them to roar even louder in response.
"Ah, you are a popular one, are you not, my lady?" Inferno chortled
from the shadows of the chamber.
"Hush, Inferno," the Princess told him. "Away with you until I need
you."
"Oh, but I wish to hear this," he said with a sly smile. "To see if
your speeches are any better than the Dark Lord's were."
Princess Sarah smirked. "Oh, very well."
The incubus had not been told any details of Princess Sarah's plan,
but from the arrangement so far -- such as the fact that the Princess
had slipped into her dress sans petticoats -- he had some ideas, and
they were delightfully perverted.
Princess Sarah milked the adoration for another candlemark, letting
the soldiers shout themselves almost hoarse before she finally raised
both arms in a plea for silence.
"Quiet!" Joy cried sharply. "Quiet, all! Her Highness wishes to
speak!"
Slowly, the cheers faded and the men calmed themselves, until only
their anxious, impatient stirrings could be heard in the still air.
Princess Sarah gave them an appropriately solemn smile. "It is a
great honor to see my father's army here at the Tower of Doom. I am
happy to inform you that the Dark Lord Mallevelus, the instigator of
these foul deeds of this last few days, has fallen, and has been
destroyed."
Joy's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"/VICTORY!/" shouted one of the men. All the rest chorused the
same.
Princess Sarah let them cheer for a few moments before calling for
silence again. "At the same time, it is my sad duty to report, that
your Champion, Smidlar the Brave, in a most noble sacrifice, has given
his life so that the Dark Lord would meet his fate."
"Oh, my ..." Joy cried softly, placing a hand over her breast.
A murmur of sadness rolled through the ranks.
"A moment of silence, please," the Princess said, "to remember this
brave and selfless soul."
Joy placed the tip of her sword to the ground. She leaned her hands
upon the hilt as she reverently descended on one knee, bowing her head,
and murmuring a soft prayer. Likewise, all the men removed their
helmets and did the same.
"Oh, you're good," Inferno said with a toothy smile. "What tripe,
and they're eating it up."
"You don't get past as many palace guards as I do each night
without having a smooth tongue," Princess Sarah said out of the corner
of her mouth.
"More like a /serpent's/ tongue, my lady," he said with a deep
chortle. "And I sincerely doubt you used only that to get your way."
The Princess allowed herself a small smile.
The Princess idly wondered just how long those fools would have
remained with the heads bowed. She toyed with putting this to a test,
but decided against it. She had far better plans, plans that were
already making her intimate regions tingle madly with unrequited lust,
the insides of her thighs near her sex growing damp.
"Arise," she called out, smiling as she started to enjoy her role.
"And now, I would like to ask of you, what have you in mind for the
Tower?"
"Storm the Tower!" shouted one of the soldiers, several others
joining in the chant, raising their weapons high.
"No, no, no!" Joy cried. "There's no need for that now, not with
the Dark Lord dead!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, right," the soldier said, looking vaguely
disappointed.
"We could burn it," suggested another. "Uh, I mean, after the
Princess is out of it, of course."
"It's made of stone, you git," snapped a third.
"And it still contains powerful enchantments that hold it, er,
erect," Joy said, her cheeks coloring slightly.
"Since none of you appear to have any ideas," Princess Sarah said,
letting some appropriately royal haughty overtones creep into her
voice, "perhaps Joy should come up here so that we may discuss it."
"Um ... ah, yes, yes, of course," Joy said, some uncertainty in her
voice. "I, ah, shall be up in a moment."
"I look forward to your arrival," Sarah said with a sly grin as she
retreated into the chamber.
"Oh, I'll bet you do," Inferno said with a grin. "Any way I might
get you to tell me what your plans are?"
"Not a chance," the Princess said with a wry grin as she picked up
the Scepter, cradling it in her hands lovingly. "But you have a part to
play."
Inferno lifted and eyebrow. "Do I, now?"
"Indeed you do."
"And how will I know when I am to play this role if you do not tell
me your plan?"
"Oh, you will know," Princess Sarah said with an evil smile. "Now,
out of the chamber with you, or she'll sense you for sure. And leave
the guards outside until I call for them."
"At once, my Lady." He quickly made his exit from the chamber,
gesturing to the two guards to retreat into the shadows.
The Princess smiled as she watched the incubus leave. She turned
and crossed the chamber to the Throne, where she placed the Scepter
carefully along one side, leaning against the Throne on the side
opposite the balcony, well-hidden from a casual glance.
She straightened up and turned away from the Throne just as a sweep
of wing announced the arrival of the Angel Joy.
Princess Sarah smiled with some amusement as Joy strode into the
chamber, holding her great sword before her, her eyes flickering from
side to side. "I can assure you, Joy, you're quite safe in here," the
Princess said, applying her will in order not to laugh.
"I am sorry, your Highness," Joy said, slowly relaxing her posture.
"But this place still ... /reeks/ of evil."
"Oh, hardly, with the Dark Lord dead," the Princess said, strolling
up to the angel. "Unless you consider me evil?"
Joy looked aghast. "You, my Lady? Of course not! Why would I ..."
The angel trailed off as her eyes were drawn to something odd on
the Princess' person.
Princess Sarah walked slowly with slightly exaggerated movements,
letting her hips swing a bit with each step, her torso twisting along
with it. Under her rumpled dress, the soft swells of her bosom bounced
lightly.
The Princess stopped and grinned. "Something the matter, Joy?"
"Er ... there appears to be something wrong with your dress, my
Lady," Joys said, tilting her head to one side as she continued to gaze
upon the Princess' chest.
"Oh?" Princess Sarah turned to the side, purposely letting her
breasts swing freely as she looked down at herself. "I see no problem."
But then the angel's eyes widened as she realized what was wrong.
"My lady!" she said in shock. "Y-your underthings!"
Sarah chuckled. "And what about my underthings, Joy?"
"You ... are you not wearing any, your Highness?"
The Princess gave the angel a look of mock-surprise and looked down
at herself again. "Why, Joy, I believe you are right! I have no
underthings on."
"Oh, my Lady, did ... did the Dark Lord ... take them from you?"
"And why is that important to you?" Sarah asked. Her voice dropped
into a more sultry tone. "Do you have some sort of, ah, /special/
interest in my underthings?"
Joy gasped, her eyes saucers. "Certainly not!" she said,
scandalized.
"Hmm. Too bad."
"Your highness, would you like me to send for some from the Kingdom
before you start back?"
Princess Sarah laughed. "Send all the way back to the Kingdom for
that? Whatever for?"
"Well! I would think that was obvious!"
"Not to me. Explain it."
"It is simply not proper to go about without underthings."
"Oh?" Princess Sarah said, raising an eyebrow. "And do you wear
underthings, Joy?"
"Of course I do!" Joy replied, shocked that it was even a question
with her.
"But you're an angel. What do you need of such things?"
"I have human form, my Lady," Joy explained in a more solemn voice.
"I will so long as I continue to be confined to the earthly world as a
guardian angel."
Princess Sarah smiled and stepped closer. Joy glanced briefly at
the girl's wiggling bosom before lifting her gaze up to the Princess'
eyes again, face tinged with embarrassment. "So, um ... this human form
... does it respond in the same way a human would?"
Joy swallowed, clutching her sword more closely to herself. "I ...
I-I don't know what you mean, your Highness."
"Yes, you do," Princess Sarah said in a softer voice. "You have
everything a normal woman would." Her gaze swept the angel's body
slowly from head to toe. Joy shifted nervously as the Princess let her
gaze linger on the rather small rounded mounds that lay squashed
against the angel's chest by her underthings. The Princess smirked.
"Well ... what parts you can see, anyway."
Joy took a deep breath. "Your highness, I thought I came up here to
discuss the Tower!" she said firmly.
"You were the one that started in about my underthings, Joy," Sarah
said with a chuckle. "Were you this interested in them when I was back
at the palace?"
"Please, Princess!" Joy cried, her cheeks coloring.
"Oh, all right, the Tower," Princess Sarah said with a sigh,
turning away from the angel. "Hmm. I suppose we could just claim it for
the King, no?"
Joy blinked. "Claim the Tower?" she asked in surprise. "For the
King?"
"Do you always repeat everything other people say? Yes, Joy, claim
it for the King. What better way to prevent it from falling into evil
hands again."
"I do not know about this, my Lady," Joy said warily, glancing
about the chamber nervously. "There is so much evil still in this
place."
"Oh, come now, Joy, stop being so dramatic."
"I am sorry, your Highness," Joy said, shaking her head
emphatically and planting the tip of her sword against the floor to
punctuate her point. "This is something I cannot do."
"Then let me do it," Princess Sarah said with a sly grin. "I shall
make the claim."
"But you cannot do it, my Lady."
"And why is that?"
"You are not the King's representative here."
"But I am a Princess!"
Joy sighed. "I know, my Lady, but ... I do not know how to put this
delicately, your Highness ... you have not acting in the best interests
of your father for some time."
The Princess opened her mouth as if to immediately protest that
remark, but then closed it again and remained silent for a few moments.
When she again spoke, it was in a lower, more contrite tone of voice.
"Yes, Joy, you are quite right."
Joy gave the Princess a nonplussed look. "I ... I am?"
"Oh, yes, indeed, Joy," Princess Sarah said with a wan smile. "How
he must be glad that I am gone from his sight ..."
"Oh, no, Princess!" Joy said quickly. Yet she knew it was a lie as
soon as she had said it, and her wings twitched nervously at having so
boldly told such a bald untruth. Her cheeks reddened again. "I mean ...
well ... he does express concern for your ... um ... antics."
"Then, surely, you might let me make it up to him? To offer a token
of good faith to my father?" the Princess asked earnestly, clasping her
hands before herself for good measure. "You can make that happen, Joy,
can't you?"
"Er ... how?" the angel asked tentatively.
And then the Princess broke into a wide smile. "Why ... by letting
me claim the Tower for him."
"But you cannot." Joy fingered the hilt of the sword anxiously.
"Only she who ... uh ... "
"Yes?"
"She who wields this sword can act on behalf of the King here," Joy
finished her thought uneasily.
"The sword?" the Princess said. She dropped her gaze to the weapon
and made a gasping noise as if she had never seen such a thing before.
"Oh, my, yes, the sword! Oh, Joy, would you be so good as to just let
me borrow that for a few moments?" She fluttered her eyebrows and gave
the angel a hopeful look.
"I, uh, I don't know about this, your Highness ..."
"Oh, please, Joy? Please? You would make this wayward Princess /so/
happy! You would be giving me a chance to get into my father's good
graces again. Would that not be wonderful?"
Joy managed a weak smile and loosened her grip on the sort. "I
suppose ... if you mean it ..."
"Indeed, I do, Joy."
Joy lifted the sword. She looked at it longingly, having served her
so well this day. She hesitated one last moment, then carefully turned
the sword around and presented the hilt to the Princess.
Princess Sarah smiled and seized the sword, snatching it quickly
away from the angel before she could have a second thought. "Thank you,
Joy," the Princess said with a wry grin. "You cannot imagine how much
having this sword in my hand means to me."
"Er ... good ... well, them, uh, if you would just make the claim,
my Lady, and ..."
"Not just yet."
Joy watched with growing unease as the Princess strolled towards
the balcony, idly swishing the sword back and forth in the air, then
finally dropping it to her side and swinging it around casually at her
hip. "I have a request of you," the Princess said, stopping just short
of stepping out into the failing light of late afternoon.
"Er, yes, your Highness?" the angel asked, confusion creeping into
her voice.
The Princess turned around. "If I lay claim to this Tower, I would
like to ask that I be allowed to stay."
"What?" Joy cried. "You mean stay here? In the Tower?"
"There you go, repeating everything I say again. Yes, Joy, in the
Tower! You take your army and head back to my father, tell him I'm all
right, and leave me be."
"To what end, my Lady?"
"To my own end!" Princess Sarah exclaimed. "I want to be the one in
charge. I want to be able to do what I want, and with whom I want."
Joy looked shocked (which, in retrospect, is not something terribly
difficult to do with her) at this idea. "My Lady! You can't possibly
mean ... y-you want to continue to ... to ..."
Princess Sarah grinned. "Go ahead, Joy, say it. Unless you think
your tongue will fall out because it dared to talk about sex."
Joy gasped and moaned, fanning herself with her hand.
The Princess jogged over to the angel and grabbed her wrist,
causing her to cast a look of astonishment and fear at the Princess.
"Stop being so dramatic," the Princess said.
"Your Highness, I simply don't understand," Joy said, yanking her
wrist from the Princess' grip. "You claimed only a moment ago you
wished a reunion with your father. How can you do that if ..."
The Princess gave the angel a wry smile, winked, and swung the
sword briefly before the angel's disbelieving eyes.
"My Lady! You do not mean to tell me you said that simply to ...
t-to relieve me of my sword?!"
"Of course I did, you little twit." The Princess tossed the sword
unceremoniously to the side, where it made a loud clattering noise
against the stone floor. Joy's eyes shot over to it with a stricken
look on her face. "And since you gave it willingly to me, you can't get
it back unless I give it willingly to you. So now you're powerless."
"B-but ... but why ...?"
"Oh, I'll tell you why, Joy," Princess Sarah said, advancing. Joy
nervously stumbled backwards, her body trembling, her wings quivering.
"Because I don't want you forcing me to return to the Kingdom."
"But why don't you want to ..."
"Why, why, why! That's all you every ask, Joy. I thought I made it
clear. I don't want to be bothered with rules and what's considered
'proper'. I want to be able to do what I want ..." The Princess paused
and curled her lips into a sultry smile. " ... and with whom I want ...
without having to worry about being harassed by the Ladies of Lesser
Virtue or by /you./"
The Princess had backed up the angel until the back of one of her
feet struck the dais of the Throne of Foulest Evil. Joy nearly fell,
stopped herself only by placing a hand behind her and grabbing one side
of the Throne. When she realized what she was touching, she gave a
desperate yelp and jumped to one side, standing in front of the Throne
now, shaking her hand as if having touched something disgusting.
Princess Sarah smiled as she looked past the angel and towards the
door to the corridor where the guards stood just out of view.
"M-my Lady, p-please understand," Joy stammered, her heart
hammering in her chest, her breath a fearful pant. "I interrupted your
... y-your trysts for your own good."
"My own good?!"
"Yes, your Highness! I stopped you from plunging even further into
a pit of self-loathing and low self-esteem!"
The Princess stared at the angel in total bewilderment. "What the
bloody hell are you talking about?"
"Surely that was why you were doing it!" the angel cried
desperately, wringing her hands together, her eyes glancing furtively
at the loose mounds beneath the Princess' dress that rose and fell with
her breath. "You did not enjoy throwing yourself at men like that! ...
I mean ... did you?"
Princess Sarah stared at Joy for a long moment, then snorted and
burst out laughing.
"Uh ... my Lady, have I said something funny?" Joy asked in genuine
confusion.
The Princess looked Joy in the eye. "And just how many trysts of
mine have you broken up, Joy, before I started going outside the Palace
grounds? Over a hundred?"
The angel nodded, biting her lip.
"And in all that time, you never once figured out that I might
enjoy doing it if I did it that many times?"
"Oh, well, you certainly seemed like you were when I watched you,"
Joy said with a nervous smile. The next moment, she realized exactly
what had come out of her mouth, gave a small gasp, and blushed crimson.
"/What/ did you just say?" the Princess demanded, eyes agape.
"I-I-I mean ... wh-when I h-happened to see you before I ..."
"Joy, every time you interrupted, you burst in like you had just
arrived! Are you telling me that all this time /you've been watching me
have sex?/"
Joy swallowed, panting, her eyes glazed. She stumbled back another
half-step from the Princess, and as she recovered, her eyes spotted the
Scepter lying against the other side of the Throne. She drew in her
breath in a shocked, frightened wheeze. "Oh gods, Princess! The Dark
Lord's Scepter! It ..."
"/Never mind the sodding Scepter!/" Princess Sarah bellowed.
"Answer my question!"
"P-please, my Lady, I-I was only tr-trying to understand what you
saw in it, I j-just ..."
"And you saw me enjoying it?"
"Well, like I said, i-it seemed like it but ..."
"And you interrupted me every time anyway?"
"I ..." the angel began, and then immediately fell silent.
The Princess stared at her for a few moments. Then her lips curled
into a most terribly wicked smile.
The angel gulped. "Y-your Highness, I-I've reconsidered your idea!"
she said quickly, her eyes darting between the Princess and the Scepter
lying by the Throne. "I shall g-give your regrets to the King and you
may stay and ..."
"Guards," the Princess said simply. "Seize her."
The two guards that had been standing outside the door burst into
the room. Joy gave a loud whimper and tried to duck to one side of the
Princess and run from the balcony, unfolding her wings. The Princess
struck out with her foot, fouling up the angel's feet. She fell forward
with a yelp, but before she could hit the floor, the two brawny guards
were upon her, grabbing her arms and hauling her to her feet. Joy
struggled for a moment, but it was very clear that she was helpless.
Princess Sarah smiled serenely and picked up the Scepter, then
strolled over to the captive angel.
"Please, Princess, d-do not hurt me," Joy begged, her lower lip
trembling.
"Hurt you? Why, I have no intention of hurting you. Not one jot. In
fact ..."
She placed the tip of the Scepter squarely atop the angel's chest.
Joy struggled again vainly, and then uttered a high-pitched cry as
there was a sudden great tearing sound from under the angel's robe. The
two round orbs of her breasts sprang forward, the torn remains of one
of her underthings tumbling down as so many rags at her feet.
"Ooo, look, angels have boobies after all," Sarah said as she
looked at the no much fuller bosom swelling under Joy's robe.
"P-please, my Lady," Joy begged. "Wh-what are you going to do with
me?"
"Why, I'm going to help you answer your question," said the
Princess, flashing a shark-like smile. "I'm going to show you what I
see in it."