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On the cold stone floor of the dungeon cell, the half-curled form of the princess finally stirred.
Sarah gave a low groan as she slowly became conscious. She lifted her head, one eye peeking out from behind disheveled locks of golden hair. She squinted at even the dim light in the cell, her temples throbbing until her vision started to clear. She blinked rapidly and tried to pick herself up, only to discover that her wrists were tied tightly behind her back.
She uttered a short sigh and let her head drop back to the floor. She needed to wait until she had more of her strength back before she could try to sit up.
Sarah thought back to the last thing she remembered. It took a few moments for the fuzziness in her head to clear. She remembered sneaking out of the castle so she could visit her secret lover, the squire's son, out by the stable. They had just finished making love when he offered her a goblet of wine. And then ...
... she woke up here.
/That little scamp!/ Sarah thought in amusement. /I should have figured him for one of the Dark Lord's agents. No wonder he liked to tie me up before sex./
Sarah no longer gave the circumstances of her arrival any further thought. What matter now was where she was, not from where she had come.
Feeling some more strength return to her body as the sleeping draught she had been slipped wore off, she grunted as she swung her legs out, only to discover that her ankles had been bound as well.
/Oh, lovely,/ she thought. She felt a chill as she struggled to get her legs to bend at the knees and help push her into a more upright position, as her feet were bare, making her shiver. She could not help but utter a short laugh as she thought about how her lover would have been quite amused to see her struggle like this. She sometimes squirmed against the ropes he used on her just because she knew it got him excited to see it.
After some effort, the princess managed to straighten herself out, roll onto her back, and then bring herself into a seated position. She shimmied her legs over so she could lean her back up against the wall.
Sarah looked down at herself, surprised to discover that her dress was still very much intact, other then being a little wrinkled. /They had little old me all tied up and helpless and didn't help themselves?/ she thought with a snort. /Amateurs. Oh, wait a minute .../
She twisted her torso one way and then the other, then shook herself. Her petticoats felt loose, her breasts jiggling a bit. She smirked. /Okay, so someone had a little squeeze of the royal fruit,/ she thought with amusement. /Good, I thought I wasn't going to be appreciated here./
Sarah gave a wistful sigh as she leaned against the wall as she thought about what likely lay ahead of her now. Pressed up against her bosom tightly, her dress betrayed two prominent bumps that were her stiffening nipples.
It was not entirely due to the cold.
Above the dungeon where the poor princess lay helpless rose the terrifying Tower of Doom. Winding to its front gate was the Road to Ruin, ending just short of two enormous boulders that flanked the base of the Tower and right before the small "No Soliciting" sign on the gate. Those foolish enough to approach close enough to the gate (which, coincidentally, happened to be the distance one needed to be to read the sign) would be crushed to death by the two boulders. All rear and side approaches were protected by thick tangles of writhing vines that throttled anyone who came too close.
The Tower thrust menacingly into the leaden gray sky, the clouds parting reluctantly for the swollen, skull-shaped Chamber of Horror that capped its enormous height. And within the Chamber, the Dark Lord Mallevelus, resplendent in his utterly black Robe of Impenetrable Darkness, holding the obsidian Scepter of Infernal Power, leapt up from his Throne of Foulest Evil and uttered his heartiest, most malevolent laugh, the skies answering with flashes of poisonous green lightning and cracks of despairing thunder.
"I've done it, Inferno!" Mallevelus boomed, his coal-black eyes glittering. "I have captured the Princess Sarah!"
"Yes, my Lord," Inferno said placidly. Inferno was an incubus, his flaming red skin the only thing in the room not rendered in shades of black. He was the Dark Lord's Right Hand of Terror, responsible for all manners of horror and torture at the Tower. At one time, the Dark Lord also had a Left Hand of Darkness, but this had annoyed Inferno to no end. Since the Left Hand of Darkness was /always/ dark, he could never see it, and thus the Right Hand could never know what the Left Hand was doing.
"Now, the Kingdom of Light shall be mine at last!"
"Of course, my Lord."
Mallevelus let go with another round of diabolical laughter, causing the skies to thunder again. Inferno rolled his eyes.
"And when I have it, I shall turn it into ... a Kingdom of /Darkness!/" Mallevelus cried.
"Oh, now I hadn't thought about that, my Lord," Inferno said with a sardonic smile. "Positively smashing."
Mallevelus stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "Oh, and you can forget about those unicorns in the Forest of Delight," he said. "Oh, no, that's straight out once I take over! I'll replace them all with Nightmares and turn it into the Forest of /Horrors!/"
"Oh, how frightfully /original/ of you, my Lord," Inferno said with a dutifully respectful tone of voice.
"Yes, Inferno! And then I shall take the ..."
"Begging my most Foul and Evil Lord's pardon," Inferno spoke up. "Might I suggest something?"
Mallevelus stopped. "Er, what?"
"You might wish to first make your ransom demand to the King before you celebrate your conquest of the Kingdom," Inferno suggested delicately. "After all, you will need him to lower the Barrier of Purity so that you may gain entry to his Kingdom."
"Oh, yes, I was getting to that," the Dark Lord Mallevelus said. He drew himself up to his full menacing height. "Bring her to me, my Right Hand of Terror, and I shall have her begging for my mercy! We shall then see how the fair King will stand up to me when he sees his fair and pure daughter cowering at my feet!"
He gave another burst of evil laughter, the thunder again booming in response. "Oh, I do love that!" he said.
/That makes one of us,/ Inferno thought. He also sincerely doubted the princess was "pure", considering what their agent had been doing with her prior to turning her over to the Dark Lord's minions.
The princess looked up as she heard the door to her cell rattle.
"It's about bloody time," she muttered. She cleared her throat and put on a sufficiently innocent look.
The door opened with a loud creaking noise. Sarah's eyes widened at the thickly muscled guard as he struggled to open the heavy iron door, his arms and chest bare, much of his head hidden by a large helmet. She licked her lips, her gaze flickering down to the simple leather loincloth that he wore and the prominent bulge under it. The next moment, however, he stepped out of her line of sight, and into the cell stepped the bright red form of the Incubus.
Sarah gasped loudly, her eyes growing as wide as saucers, her heart leaping into her mouth.
He towered over her, standing nearly six feet. His skin was the color of fire, and she could feel his heat radiating from him even from across the cell. Two leathery wings lay folded against his back. Two large horns curled from his forehead above two bright yellow eyes. But what riveted her horrified attention was his large, erect phallus, leading him by a nearly a foot, pulsing obscenely with infernal, perverted sexual power.
Inferno glowered at her, then carefully curled his lips into the most wicked smile he could do. It was his signature look. He once made an entire field of milkmaids faint at the sight of it. Oh, those /were/ the days.
"Now, my sweet," Inferno spoke, using his most lascivious voice possible, a voice that would make even the wickedest tramp turn away in revulsion. He failed to notice that Sarah neither fainted nor turned away. "Can you tell me where you are?"
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, her gaze jumping from his face to his phallus and back. "I'm ... I'm in a dungeon ..." she said breathlessly.
"Yes, my dear princess, a dungeon," Inferno said silkily. "Now ... can you tell me who's dungeon?"
"The Dark Lord Mallevelus?"
"Yes, Princess Sarah! The Dark Lord Mallevelus! And you shall be brought into his most foul presence forthwith!"
Sarah's eyes again dropped to his phallus. "Are ... a-are you ... "
"Yeeees?"
"A-are you going to ... t-to ... " She swallowed again, trembling. " ... to r-rape me?"
Inferno threw his head back and laughed. He grasped the base of his enormous penis with one clawed hand and knelt by her side. Sarah drew in her breath sharply as his heat came over her in a suffocating wave, making her pant. "Do you mean to ask, princess," he said in a disgustingly lustful voice, his eyes glowing wickedly, "if I intend to take this and slide it up into the hot, tight depths of your most intimate nether regions, and mercilessly violate the flower of your womanhood by pounding it into you so hard you will scream for mercy until you feel the searing hot spray of my foul seed inside you, then yes, indeed, Princess, /I intend to do just that!/"
Sarah gasped, cringing.
Inferno gave her a toothy grin. "But ... not now."
"Not now?" Sarah asked.
"Yes, princess. Not now."
"Oh."
Inferno paused. Something was not right.
"Er ... did you hear what I said, princess?"
Sarah nodded. "Yes, I heard you. You said not now."
"Yes ... but sometime, sometime perhaps quite soon, I shall do /exactly as I have said!/"
"Okay," she said.
Inferno blinked. "Okay?" he repeated, confused.
Sarah nodded.
"Er ... but ..."
"Oh, wait!" the princess said quickly, realizing her error. She paused a moment, then let loose with a strident shriek. "/No, please, don't touch me you .../uh/ .../ you/ fiend,/ you!"
"Ah, that's better!" He frowned. It still wasn't quite right. "Uh ... I think ..."
"Aren't you supposed to be taking me somewhere?" Sarah asked.
"Huh? Oh, yes." He stood awkwardly. "Guard!"
The bare-chested muscular hulk reentered the room, his dull yet purposeful beady eyes the only visible part of his face from under his helmet.
"Cut the ropes around her ankles and get her to her feet!"
Sarah placidly extended her ankles before her as the brute grunted and whipped out a small but wickedly serrated knife. The ropes around her ankles fell away with a single swipe. He grabbed an arm with a beefy hand and hauled her to her feet. She tossed her head to get some of her hair our of her eyes.
"And now, Princess," Inferno snarled. "You will be taken before the most /horrible/, the most /terrifying/, the most /evil/ presence in all of the land, his most Foul and Infernal Lord Mallevelus!"
Sarah nodded. "Okay, let's go," she said.
Inferno made a face. This was not going the way he expected.
"Uh ... you heard all that, right?" he asked. "About him being horrible and terrible and all that rot, right?"
"You forgot evil, foul, and infernal."
"Er ... yes ... /take her away!/" Inferno ordered with a sweep of his arm.
Inferno fell in step behind her as they marched out of the dungeons, the tip of his phallus only inches from her behind. Her forehead broke out into a sweat.
It was not entirely from the heat.
As he waited for the return of his loyal minion, the Dark Lord happily busied himself readying an Orb of Messaging. He placed the crystal message orb atop the obsidian black stand, took a step back from it, cleared his throat, and intoned, "/Record/".
/Bink/. A small red glow emanated from inside the orb. "Testing, testing, one two three. Now is the time for all good men to grovel before the Dark Lord. /Stop/. /Playback/."
A three-dimensional flickering image of the Dark Lord appeared in miniature off to the side, repeating back the lines he had just spoken.
"/Stop/. /Rewind to start/. /Erase/. Perfect," the Dark Lord grinned.
Behind him, the door to his sepulchral chamber opened, and the princess was pushed roughly inside by the guard, causing her to stumble and nearly fall. The guard grabbed her by the arm and righted her, only to just shove her forward again and this time really cause her to fall.
"Oh, now, my dear, dear princess," Mallevelus said in his most oily voice, a wicked grin playing across his face. "No need to bow before me so soon. At least allow me the intense pleasure of breaking you first."
Princess Sarah paused in her struggles to stand up again to look up at the Dark Lord and drew her breath in sharply at the sight of him, the next second tilting her head to one side and furrowing her brow.
/This is the Dark Lord Mallevelus?/ she thought in disbelief.
For one thing, he did not look nearly as tall as people made him out to be. A "towering edifice of evil" was what they called him (or was that the Tower? She could never remember). This man looked barely six-foot-three. And he did not even look all that evil. Unless that was what all this black was supposed to be. To her that just meant the man had no fashion sense. Yet this was the all powerful Lord of Evil and Chaos, the Foul One, the Lord of Darkness.
/Well, he's got the darkness down pat, I'll give him that,/ she thought, straining to see in the dimness of the chamber, lighted by only a single feeble lantern off to the side of the Throne.
Mallevelus issued an evil chuckle. "So, Princess Sarah, already you are so frightened at my mere visage that you are struck speechless, are you not?"
Sarah managed to rise to her feet as she felt the warmth of the incubus beside her again. She stole a glance at his phallus again, a very brief smile touching her lips, before looking back to the Dark Lord. "No," she replied simply.
The Dark Lord started laughing maniacally, thunder shaking the rafters.
"She said 'no', my Lord," Inferno said loudly.
Mallevelus abruptly stopped, the thunder stopping in mid-crack. "She said what?"
"She said 'no', my Lord," Inferno repeated patiently.
"No?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"So she did say 'yes'! Hah!"
"No, my Lord, she said 'no'."
"She said 'no'?"
"Yes."
"But you just said she said 'no'!" Mallevelus thundered. "Make up your mind!"
Inferno paused and counted to ten. /I gave up a life on the fifth level of Hell for this?/ he thought violently. "Master, if she had been able to speak /at all/, this would tend to refute the claim that she was too scared to speak, regardless of what she said," Inferno said.
Mallevelus appeared to consider this for a moment, then frowned and stepped up to Princess Sarah, looming over her, casting two eyes of intense malevolence down at her. "Do not trifle with me, Princess," he said in a deadly voice. "You will find my wrath terrible to behold."
He raised a single hand into the air in an almost leisurely manner.
Sarah gasped and staggered back from him as she felt her chest seized in a viselike grip. It forced some of the air from her lungs, and when she tried to breathe in, she could take no more than a shallow breath, intolerable pressure preventing her from drawing any more air than that. She gave several wheezing coughs, her breathing reduced to a shallow pant as her legs went weak and she fell to her knees again. "I ... can't ... /breathe!/" she rasped, her heart pounding in terror for the first time since she arrived.
"And see how the enemies of the Dark Lord die before me!" Mallevelus cried triumphantly.
"Er ... we /do/ need her alive, my Lord," Inferno said gently.
"Oh? Oh, yes, quite right!" He whipped his hand away.
Sarah drew in a loud, gasping breath as the pressure abruptly vanished. She took a few moments to catch her breath. /So they need me alive, do they?/ she thought, some of her panic abating. /Okay, maybe this Dark Lord is the real deal. Fair enough. I just have to play along and ... maybe I can get some of what I want as well./
"But now I am sure that our fair and pure ..."
Inferno coughed.
" ... princess here will treat me with more respect," Mallevelus concluded. He grinned at her. "Won't you, my dear?"
Princess Sarah looked up at him, lip trembling. Her fear was not entirely faked. "Y-yes," she said quietly.
"Yes ... /what?/"
He flicked a finger in the air. Her diaphragm spasmed.
"/Yes, my Lord!/" Sarah said quickly.
"And will you, Princess, do as I say from here on in?"
"Yes, my Lord!" she repeated. There was less fear to it now.
"And if I wish it that you should beg for my mercy, nay, for your very life ... would you do that as well?"
"Yes, my Lord," Sarah replied. A small smile touched the corners of her mouth.
"And if I were to wish it that you kiss my very feet, would you do it?"
"Oh, yes, my Lord," she said, licking her lips. Now there was genuine enthusiasm in her voice.
Inferno looked oddly at the Princess. No, this was not right at all. This was not in the script at all.
"And if I were to ask ..."
"Begging my most Fiendish and Terrible Lord's pardon," Inferno said loudly, "But do you not have a message orb to send? To the King?"
Sarah blinked at this. At this point she was able to see more clearly in the dark, and now she caught sight of the orb sitting in its stand just past Mallevelus.
"Yes, quite right, Inferno." Mallevelus looked down at the Princess. "On your feet, the Dark Lord commands you."
He waved a hand, and the ropes binding Princess Sarah's wrists abruptly snapped and unraveled. She rose quickly to her feet, rubbing the indentations made by the ropes in her flesh. She looked almost disappointed.
Mallevelus walked over towards the orb. "Bring her," he said casually.
The guard shoved her hard in the back even as she started walking under her own power towards a spot next to Mallevelus.
The Dark Lord grinned wickedly at her. "You see here a simple message orb, my dear," he said to her. "This small device is but a small cog in the great machine that is my plan."
/Oh, dear, he's monologuing,/ Inferno thought with a sigh.
/Oh, good, he's monologuing,/ the princess thought. /I need to listen to this./
"It is but the only thing I need. Oh, except perhaps for one thing, and that thing, my dear, is you!" Mallevelus said. "Yes, Princess. You are the last cog in the great machine, delivered to me by my loyal minion, the squire's son, for whom you showed such an ardent affection. Little did you know that your unladylike lust for a man you believed beneath your station would come to such grievous ends!"
/Grievous ends?/ she thought with a slight, sardonic smile. /He obviously did not see the size of this boy's cock. Wow! I think I came three times./
She took a glance over her shoulder, eying Inferno's ever-erect phallus again.
"Little did you know, nor did your father the King know, that I have a huge network of spies all over the court!" Mallevelus laughed. "They tell me everything that happens in your Kingdom. You may think your Barrier of Purity can keep me and my armies out, but I had long before placed my minions in your father's midst, and that will be the downfall of your father's precious Kingdom of Light!"
Inferno frowned. Where were the princess' gasps of surprise? He looks of despair at her father's attempt to defend the kingdom coming to naught? Her pleas to spare her good people who mean him no harm?
He snapped his fingers. A set of parchments appeared in them. Quickly he flipped through the pages, upon which he had inscribed the predictive runes that he had cast before the Dark Lord had set his latest scheme in motion (traditionally called the "script") in order to see what the outcome would be. As he scanned the runes, it was clear that what was happening was simply not in the script anywhere.
The Dark Lord appeared to see nothing of this, and instead gestured towards the message orb. "And now, Princess, stand where you are, so your father will be able to see you, to see what I have of his, what he will not get back until I get what I want!"
Princess Sarah finally showed some reaction at this point, giving a small gasp and looking at the Dark Lord with wide eyes, her hand on her breast. "And ... what is it ... what is it you want, my Lord?" she asked in a breathless voice.
The Dark Lord's lips curled into a sly smile. "Why, I thought that would be obvious, Princess," he said in a low voice.
Sarah swallowed and took a deep breath, feeling herself tremble. "Please, tell me, my Lord," she said in a husky voice, stepping closer to him.
"What I want, my lady, is for your father to lower the Barrier so that my armies will finally face his in battle, and allow me to conquer his Kingdom once and for all!"
"Oh," Princess Sarah said, sounding crestfallen. She glanced to the side and caught the incubus giving her an odd look over some parchments. "Er, I mean ... oh, no, my Lord! Anything but that! Not the Barrier! Please, no!"
The Dark Lord appeared pleased. Inferno narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Yes, Princess, the Barrier!" Mallevelus shouted with a sweep of an arm towards his Farseeing Mirror. The interior glass swirled in mist, resolving itself into a large, glowing white field of energy suspended above a river, the magical energy barrier that barred the way to the Kingdom of Light from the forces of evil. "With that Barrier out of my way, I shall conquer your pitiful Kingdom and rule the world!"
He opened both arms and let loose with more diabolical laughter, the thunder returning again in kind.
"/The message orb/, my Lord!" Inferno said impatiently.
"Yes, I'm getting to that!" Mallevelus snapped. "Now, Princess, your part is about to be played."
He paused. Inferno looked at the Princess expectantly.
"Uh ... oh, I'll never help you, never!" Princess Sarah said shrilly. "You cannot make me betray my father and my kingdom!"
"Hrm," Inferno murmured, making the parchments disappear in a puff of fire and smoke.
"But that is the beauty of it, my dear! You need to do nothing but listen as I record this message!" the Dark Lord exclaimed triumphantly.
/Bink./ The red light came on as he said the word "record".
"What the ... no, I didn't mean start recording yet! /Stop!/" he shouted. "/Rewind to start! Erase!/ Now ... /Record/."
/Bink/.
The Dark Lord put on his most evil and conversation-drying sneer. "Greetings, my Good King Beneficus," he said with a twist in lips at the word "Good". "I assume you recognize me. I am the Dark Lord Mallevelus, the Foul One. But regardless of whether you recognize me or not, surely you recognize your own daughter, Princess Sarah!" He said, gesturing to Sarah with a flourish, who simply gave the orb a neutral look.
/Hells' Bells, the girl is supposed to be teary-eyed with despair right now!/ Inferno thought in frustration.
"Yes, my Good King, your own daughter, with me here now. And here she shall remain until you do one thing for me. One thing, and your daughter will be returned to you safely. You need only to lower the Barrier of Purity at the edge of your Kingdom!" And now the Dark Lord's face twisted into a most evil and lascivious grin.
Inferno stepped closer. He kept a wary eye on the Princess.
"And do not delay, my King. For every day that you delay, every day that goes by where you do not lower the barrier, your lovely daughter here will suffer for it."
Princess Sarah whirled around in shock and looked at the Dark Lord, hand going to her breast. She felt icy fear creep up her spine.
/Better/, Inferno thought, nodding slightly.
Mallevelus chuckled. "Yes, Princess, that's right. /You/ will suffer for your father's foolishness." He turned back towards the orb. "Here this, O King! Every day that passes, if the Barrier is not lowered by sunset, at dawn the next day, your daughter will suffer the most unspeakable, the most degrading, the most vile, the most foul, the most humiliating violations of her body that I can conjure in my most evil mind!"
The Princess' gasped.
Inferno raised an eyebrow. As the Dark Lord's Right Hand of Terror, he was schooled in every manner of negative emotion that could be instigated in a human being. And what he had just heard was most certainly not a gasp of fear or revulsion.
"That is right, my Good King!" Mallevelus shouted. "Your own daughter, your own child, this innocent flower of womanhood ..."
Inferno rolled his eyes.
" ... she will be innocent no more! Her most intimate regions will be violated, her own body helpless to stop it, restrained in all manner of undignified ways!"
Princess Sarah took a deep breath to calm herself, her heart pounding. Two raised bumps appeared on the bosom of her dress.
The Dark Lord gestured triumphantly towards Sarah. "See how she cowers at hearing this! See how she cringes before me! See how she begs to ... to ..."
He stopped. He stared at Sarah.
Sarah blinked and looked back at the Dark Lord. "Huh?"
"/Stop!/" The Dark Lord shouted.
/Bink/. The red glow in the orb died.
He glowered at Sarah. "/Why are you not cowering?!/" he thundered.
"Cowering ...? Oh!" Sarah dropped to her knees and clasped her hands together. "No, my Lord, please! No!"
"Arrgh! It's too late now, we're not record__"
/Bink/.
"__ing! What is ... /STOP!/" he bellowed at the orb.
/Bink/.
The Dark Lord took a deep breath. "What is with you, girl?!" he demanded.
"I'm sorry, my Lord!" Sarah said. "I ... uh ... missed my cue."
"Missed your cue?! I'm standing here telling your king you're going to be held prisoner! You're going to be stripped naked! You're going to be chained! Your nether regions are going to be touched, rubbed, poked, prodded, penetrated, tortured! You're going to be raped over and over again with phalluses that will make you feel you are about to explode! /Why do you need a bloody 'cue'?!"/
Sarah's mind raced. "Uh ... um ... because ... because I'm too awed by your presence?"
Mallevelus paused. He smiled. "Really, now? So awed that you cannot even cower before me?"
"Yes, exactly, my Lord!" Sarah said with relief. "You were so ... so terrifying that I could not even think! I was petrified!"
"Oh, my, am I /that/ good?"
"Indeed, my Lord."
"You know, I /do/ try. I practice all the time on my minions."
"My Lord," Inferno said, a sour look on his face.
"So what was it, actually? My intimidating bearing? Or perhaps my commanding voice? Or ..."
"/My Lord!/" Inferno shouted.
The Dark Lord blinked. "Huh?"
"Should we not finish this rec ... this /message/, my Lord?"
"But she cannot cower," Mallevelus said. "You heard her."
Inferno made a face and cast a dubious look at the princess. "Then do it without it," he said.
The Dark Lord frowned. "I suppose I shall have to. I guess I can rewind to the start ..."
/Bink/.
" ... of her part, then ..."
"My Lord, wait!" Inferno cried as he glanced at the orb.
" ... and just erase ..."
/Bink/.
" ... over that ... no, I can just record ..."
/Bink/.
Inferno covered his eyes with his hand.
"... over it, then I can ..." the Dark Lord's eyes swept over to the orb. "No, no, you stupid orb! /Stop! STOP!/ What?! It erased everything! /ARRGGHH!!/"
/CRACK!!/
The Princess ducked as the orb exploded into a million pieces from a bolt of green lightning from the tip of the Scepter of Infernal Power.
Inferno sighed.