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The Princess lay curled up on her bed, still sound asleep when she was jolted by the sound of the door to her cell slamming shut again. She gave a small gasp, then a luxurious yawn, stretching her arms out and over her head, realizing only when she had completed the yawn that she /could/ stretch her arms out and over her head.
She blinked a few times in the dimness, a glance out the window telling her it was nearing dawn. As she stretched her legs, she still felt a small ache in her nether regions, causing a small smile to grace her lips. She wondered when they had released her. She must have been so tired that she had not stirred even once during the night.
Sarah sat up in bed, and something tugged briefly at her neck, a gently clinking sound behind her as something cool touched her back.
She turned and saw a long chain coiled on the bed, one end secured to the headboard with a large padlock. The other end emerged from the coil and went up her back. She lifted a hand to her neck and felt a thick iron collar had been locked around it. Immediately she ran her fingers along it, searching for a means to release it, to free herself from its cold restraint, but gasped when she touched the place where the ends came together, and found herself touching a great, heavy padlock. Similarly, she yanked on the chain, and found it to be attached to the collar via the same padlock. She fingered the padlock, finding no means to release it, no means to loosen it or even shift it.
For the time being, her capture was effectively permanent. Princess Sarah now had to face the stark reality that there was no way for her or anyone else to free her from her cruel imprisonment.
/Good, at least they know how to do this right,/ she thought.
As the room slowly brightened with the approaching sunrise, her eyes spied a large tray on the floor just inside the door, filled with lush fruits and thick pieces of bread. The Princess retrieved the tray quickly and returned to her bed, making short work of her breakfast, as they had given her nothing to eat the night before.
/Yes, they definitely want me alive,/ she thought with a cynical smile. /And I'm likely to stay that way for awhile./
Princess Sarah was very much aware of her father's feelings about her. She was also aware of her father's feelings towards doing anything other than the minimum required effort to get the job done. And from this she drew the conclusion that the Barrier was not coming down anytime soon.
By the time the Princess had finished her meal and was setting her tray aside, she heard noise at the door. She quickly brushed down her hair with her hands, straightened the collar around her neck, and folded her hands demurely in her lap.
The door to her cell was pulled open by the guard, a small grin touching one side of her mouth as she saw it was the same guard that had "raped" her the evening before. But then he stood aside she gasped when the incubus stepped into the room instead.
Sarah swallowed, a trembling hand alighting on her breast, her breath growing short as her eyes fell on the frightening flaming red form of the Dark Lord's Right Hand of Terror. Her eyes then slid down to his great phallus, standing out obscenely from his body, and her heart began to pound.
"I hope you had a nice meal, Princess," Inferno said with a sneer and a heavily sarcastic tone of voice. "You know how much we want your stay to be ... " His lips curled into a most evil snarl. " ... /pleasant/."
Princess Sarah looked into his burning eyes, and felt palpitations besieging her fluttering heart. Her skin grew flush from the heat of his body as well as the intensity of his lustful gaze upon the creamy white skin of her helpless body. She felt herself shake from the thought of the unspoken perversions she was sure were running through his sick and twisted mind at that moment.
"Well, Princess, make no mistake about today!" the incubus growled. "Yesterday, you were shown the smallest scraps of mercy from our Dark Lord. This will cease. Today, no mercy will be shown for you or your ..." He looked up and down her body, licking his lips with his forked tongue, gazing at her with perverted desire. " ... /delicate/ body."
Sarah gasped and gave him a horrified look. Her heart raced and she drew her legs tightly against her body, hugging her arms protectively around them.
"Yes, Princess Sarah," Inferno said with a throaty chuckle. "Today, you will feel torture like you have never dreamed possible!"
"Oh gods! Oh gods!" Sarah cried desperately. "I knew it! Y-you're going to rape me after all w-with your ... y-your /utterly/ grotesque ... your /obscenely/ long ... your /incredibly/ /thick/ ... your ... y-your ... oh my ..." Princess Sarah fanned herself with her hand, panting. "It's rather hot in here, isn't it?"
"No, Princess, I am not going to rape you today," Inferno said.
Princess Sarah stopped fanning herself and looked at him. "You're not?" she asked.
"No, Princess."
"Um ... are you sure?"
"Yes, Princess, I am quite sure," Inferno said, impatience creeping into his voice. "Now, I ..."
"But didn't you say you wanted to show me no mercy?"
Inferno paused. "Er ... well, yes, but ..."
"And wouldn't you show me no mercy if you raped me?"
"Well, yes, that's true, but as I said ..."
"Don't you want to hear me scream?"
"I fully intend to do just that!" Inferno cried in exasperation. "If you would just ..."
"If you put that in me," she said, nodding to his large phallus, licking her lips, her voice a touch husky. "I'll /definitely/ scream."
"/For the last time, I am not bloody raping you today!/" Inferno shouted. "Blast you, girl! If you would just shut up a minute, I will tell you what we will be doing to you today!"
Princess Sarah paused, then nodded and said, "Okay."
The incubus fumed, steam clouding around his head and obscuring his vision for a few moments. He never thought he would so loathe hearing so simple a word as "okay". He dispersed the steam with an angry wave of a taloned hand, silently counting to ten. It did him no good, he was still just as angry at the Princess as he was a moment ago. "This day, Princess Sarah, you will be turned over to the Dark Lord Mallevelus most evil, most foul, most merciless /torturer!/"
Sarah uttered a loud, fearful gasp, her eyes following the guard with mounting dread as he entered the room and unlocked the chain from the bed. He gave it a vicious snap and pulled her towards him, yanking her off the bed. She stumbled as her feet hit the floor, and she had to struggle back to her feet as the guard held the chain fast in his hand. His hand fell to his side, yanking at her collar again, preventing her from standing up straight. She scrabbled at the collar, making small frightened noises as she vainly tried to free herself from it.
Inferno's lips split in a toothy grin. This was more like it. "No, Princess, no escape for you, none at all," the incubus said with great relish as she continued to struggle. "And, Princess, this particular torturer has a specialty. A specialty for the most tender, the most sensitive areas on a young, naked woman's body."
Sarah's eyes opened wide, shimmering with moisture, her lower lip trembling as she gave the incubus a frightened, pleading look.
"And then, Princess, only after your most tender flesh has been rendered painfully raw, only after your most intimate folds hurt so badly that you will run out of tears, only then will you feel the touch of a manhood inside you!"
Sarah uttered a loud moan of despair, heaving a single loud sob.
Inferno laughed. "Yes, Princess! Now you understand! This is not fun and games! Today you will most certainly not associate being raped with pleasure!!"
Sarah gasped and looked at him. "You mean ... /then/ you'll rape me?"
Inferno's smile faltered. "Er ... huh?"
"At the point I'm supposed to feel the touch of a manhood inside me," Sarah said. "Will you be the one to rape me?"
"Well ... not me, personally, but ..."
"Oh ... are you sure you don't want to ... "
"/Take her away!/" Inferno snarled to the guard.
At the same time, dawn was also breaking over the palace in the Kingdom of Light. The King threw open the doors to the courtyard to greet the morning sun, only to immediately wish he had not. He groaned and rubbed his throbbing temples, fighting the desire to return inside and go back to bed. Rising at this hour was unusual for the monarch in the best of circumstances, and he was in less of a mood for it that particular morning, especially after having a night where the wine flowed just a little too freely in the wake of hearing the news about his daughter.
King Beneficus trying a second time to face the sun without his brain feeling like picks were being inserted through his eyes, rubbing his head with a sigh. He thought about quietly slipping back to his room, but at that moment, a bubbly voice burst into a happy greeting behind him. "Good morning, your Majesty!"
The King winced. Now it felt like picks being jabbed into his ears as well. He turned and cast a bleary look at Joy, standing there in her best white robe, her wings neatly brushed, and a beatific smile on her face. She clutched a large scroll to her bosom.
"Are you ready, your Majesty?" she asked eagerly.
"Ugh ... ready for what?" he rasped.
"To greet the brave young men that will vie for the honor of rescuing your fair daughter, of course!"
The King raised an eyebrow. "Vie?"
"Well, your Majesty, we just can't allow anyone to rescue her, can we?" Joy asked. "We must test their mettle, find out which among them is the strongest, the wisest, and the bravest, and only he will be the one worthy enough to set about on this quest!"
The King made a face. In his view, if any of the men in this Kingdom were indeed wise, they would stay as far away from this as they possibly could. "And you need me for this?" he asked dubiously.
"Why, of course! Your Majesty, your people look up to you. You are a source of their strength, their inspiration, their hope. There is not a thing your people would not do for you. They would lay down their lives if you were to command it."
/Bloody daffodils, the girl is utterly daft,/ King Beneficus mused to himself. He sincerely doubted even half of the people in this Kingdom even knew who their monarch was. He actually preferred it that way.
"And with as many men that would want that honor, your Majesty, we must have some way of choosing the right one to be our Champion."
The King heaved a sigh. "Well, all right, all right, let's get this done and over with."
Joy smiled and led him outside. They stepped out onto a small balcony which overlooked the courtyard below. Assembled there were no more than six men. Joy glanced down at them, getting a puzzled look on her face. She looked this way and that, and then off into the distance towards the gate. "Er ..."
"Something wrong, Joy?" the King asked in a tired voice.
"Well, no, your Majesty, I ..." She leaned over to him and dropped into a whisper. "I thought there would be a bigger turnout than this."
The King peered over the railing. They all appeared to be shabbily-dressed layabouts. One was obviously a simple farmer peasant, still holding the pitchfork he used to shovel the manure out just that morning. Another appeared to ignore the King and his Right Hand of Virtue altogether, standing peering into the Well of Good Fortune and picking his nose.
There was, however, one that was different.
Standing roughly in the center was a young man with golden hair, a square jaw, and eyes bright with intelligence and confidence. Broad of shoulder and strong of sinew, he stood with his head held erect, his gaze steady and sure, held upon his monarch, a visage of honest devotion and loyalty upon his face.
"On the contrary, Joy," he whispered back. "I would say that's a decent showing."
"Oh, no, your Majesty, I must not have made the message clear, I ..."
"You did tell them it was my daughter, right?"
"Oh, indeed, your Majesty, yes!"
He looked again. "Then I would say this is about right, yes," the King said dryly.
"But, your Majesty, surely ..."
His eyes focused on the golden-haired, neatly-groomed man. /At least Joy won't be smelling any evil from that chap/, the King thought. "In fact, I'd say you have only five. That one is obviously in the wrong place. Oh, and Joy?"
"Yes, your Majesty?"
"Why are we still whispering?"
Joy blinked, her cheeks coloring as she straightened up and faced the men. "Yes, ah ... (ahem) ..." She held out the scroll before her and unrolled it. "The Good King Beneficus of the Kingdom of Light extends his most gracious felicitations to the many, many ... er ... scores of men ..."
The King rolled his eyes. The peasant farmer furrowed his brow and looked around, scratching his head.
" ... uh ... th-that have chosen to compete ..."
A frown crossed one man's face.
" ... in the most difficult challenge to face a man ..."
Another man snorted and shook his head.
" ... since the very humble beginnings of this Kingdom!" Joy continued loudly as several turned away. "Where you will face a small taste of the arduous dangers that you will face ..."
"Insane is what that is," another muttered.
" ... when you travel to the most wicked lands of our enemy ..."
"I thought she just got herself into another scrap with the Ladies of Lesser Virtue," muttered yet another. "I'm sodding well not going around the World for this."
Of all of them, the only one that remained utterly attentive was the young, golden-haired man.
" ... er ... m-maybe I should just skip to the part about the reward!" Joy said quickly.
The men that had been walking away stopped, paused, then slowly returned.
Joy managed a nervous smile. "Um, where was I? ... Uh ... wicked lands ... evil horrors ... certain death ... ah, here we go ... the man who is chosen to rescue the beautiful daughter of the King will receive upon returning her safely to these lands, her hand in marriage!"
There was a silent pause. Several men exchanged looks, and then broke out into quiet snickering.
"Marriage, 'e says," one chortled.
"Wonder if someone told 'er about that," laughed another.
"Daft, I tell you," insisted a third.
Joy looked stricken. "B-but ..."
The King sighed and stepped over to her. "Here, allow me," he said. He plucked the scroll from her hand. "A quill, please?"
She fished one from her robes and handed it to him. He drew a line through something and then scratched in some additional text before handing it back to her. "Try that."
"Um ... ah, I'd like to correct something if I may," Joy called out. "Instead of the daughter's hand in marriage, the King promises that Princess Sarah will give her rescuer a ro ..."
Her eyes widened and she gasped. She jerked her head towards the King. "I can't say /that!/" she cried, scandalized.
"Well, it will bloody well work better with this lot."
"But ... your Majesty ..." Joy said desperately.
"Just say it, Joy."
Joy glared at the King, but dutifully turned back towards the men and raised the parchment again. "Princess Sarah will give her rescuer a ... " She blushed scarlet. " ... a roll in the hay."
A few dubious looks.
The King snatched the scroll from her again, scratched a bit more, and returned it to her.
Joy looked at the new words and swallowed. "Uh ... she ... sh-she will give ... m-many rolls in the hay."
More interested looks now, but still not takers.
The scroll was grabbed again. /Scratch-scratch-scratch./ It was returned.
Looking thoroughly stricken, Joy now croaked, "Many rolls in th-the hay ... and ...y-your choice of ... r-restraint ... " Joy staggered and fanned herself with the scroll. "Oh, I may faint ..."
And then, the golden-haired man stepped forward, a wide, confident smile on his face, and declared, "Your Majesty? I will accept the challenge!"
Joy perked up at once. "You will?" she asked happily.
The King looked askance at him. "You will?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, your Majesty, and if I may say so, I believe you will see that I have passed your first test!"
The King blinked and looked at Joy. Joy shrugged her shoulders at him and shook her head in confusion. Several of the other men jerked a thumb at him and muttered.
"It was a very clever test, if I may say so, your Majesty!" the young man said. "But you will now see that I have passed it when I say I will take as reward your original proposal, that being her hand in marriage!"
Joy gasped and clasped her hands together most joyously. "Oh, this is most excellent!"
"Wait a minute," the King said crossly. "Young man ..."
"I am called Smidlar the Brave, your Majesty!"
"And what test was this, Smidlar?"
"Why, of my integrity, sire! Oh, so clever of you! Anyone who accepted your humorous offer of mere pleasures of the flesh would show himself to be too utterly base to be the rescuer for your fair and pure daughter."
Several people coughed behind him.
"Oh, well, we didn't really ..." Joy started.
"Of course, Smidlar, how very perceptive of you!" the King declared. "Right on the money there, old chap!"
"Uh ... right," Joy said cautiously. "Okay, um ... now we have one challenger. Soon as we have more, we can ..."
But the King was surging forward towards the railing. "Smidlar, old bean, if you were to marry my daughter, and if were to ... oh ... grant you some land somewhere in the Kingdom ... somewhere far away ... /far/, far away ... would you promise to keep her there ... /FAR/ from here ... and never let her out of your sight?"
"Oh, most certainly, sire!" Smidlar cried happily. "So enamored will I be of your daughter, your Majesty, that I will never wish her to leave my side!"
"Smashing!" King Beneficus cried. "You're hired."
"But ..." Joy said in a fading voice. "The competition! The challenge!"
"Oh, bloody hell," the King said with a sigh. "Smidlar, what's two plus three?"
"Er, five, your Majesty," he answered.
"Good. Challenge passed! Run along now, and save my daughter."
Smidlar beamed. "At once, your Majesty!" He dashed off.
"Er ... b-but ..." Joy sputtered.
"Cheer up, Joy," King Beneficus said, giving her a slap on the back that nearly bowled her over. "A brave man is off to save Princess Sarah, and I can go back to bed."
"Bed?" Joy cried. "How can you sleep at a time like this?"
"Why not? We took care of this Champion rot. What more do you want?"
"But it's dawn, your Majesty!" Joy said in a horror-filled voice. "What unspeakable things is the Dark Lord doing to her at this very moment?"
"Oh, that," the King said. "Uh ... well, she's a resourceful girl, I'm sure she'll sort it out."
Princess Sarah's breath was short and labored as she alternately struggled against her fear and against the unyielding bonds that held her fast. She shivered, her bare skin pressed against the unfeeling cold wall of the dungeon chamber. Her legs were splayed far apart under her until her inner thighs felt stretched, ankles held with large iron shackles. Above her head, her arms were similarly pulled, two more thick metal cuffs pinning them down. There was even less chance of escape here than in her room, for these restraints were pitiless, leaving her no slack, no room for even the slightest bit of movement, no means to pull back from whatever might come for her.
She swallowed and closed her eyes, trying to calm her pounding heart. She tried to remind herself that they needed her alive, that she was useful to them, and that they so much as promised her that she'd eventually get a chance to have her sex again filled with a man's organ of pleasure and elicit from her more of the animal lust that she was forced to enjoy at the hands of the guard. As much as it had been such a blatant violation of her body, it had at least driven her to an intense crescendo of pleasure that it momentarily allowed her to forget her terrible predicament.
Or so she hoped they believed, at least.
What little calm she had managed to gain was shattered when she heard the door to the chamber being unlocked. She gave a small gasp, her eyes opening wide in frightened anticipation as the heavy door was opened, and in entered the incubus.
Sarah's lip quivered, and then she opened her mouth to speak.
"No, I am not here to rape you," Inferno said, anticipating her question.
"Oh."
"In fact, Princess, I am most happy to be leaving you in someone else's hands," Inferno said, his lips twisting into a horribly pleased grin. "And as I promised, I will be leaving you with someone who knows just how to torture the most tender parts of a woman."
And with this, Inferno stepped to the side, and in his placed stepped the Dark Lord's Official Torturer. And when the princess lay her eyes upon this being, she drew in her breath in a single, long gasp of astonishment and despair, a terrible feeling of defeat sinking low into her stomach and maker her quake with fear as she realized why the Dark Lord's torturer was considered so good at this task.
The Dark Lord's torturer was female.
"Allow me to introduce Madam Agonusa," Inferno said with a wicked grin before ducking out of the room.
The door to the chamber closed with a resounding clang behind her, making Princess Sarah flinch and her heart thump loudly in her chest as it threatening to jump into her throat when the creature started towards her. As much as she wanted to avert her eyes, she found them riveted to the creature instead, as if drawn there by her diabolic power. Superficially, the creature resembled a tall, voluptuous woman with inky black hair, and tight leather covering her entire body, save for her large breasts. Her boots clacked ominously on the stone floor of the dungeon as she approached Sarah, casting her glowing red eyes on the helpless princess like a wolf stalking a rabbit. Two small horns poked up from her hair, and a thin, barbed tail whipped back and forth behind her. Hanging from her waist was a small leather satchel.
Truth be told, Inferno also flinched at the clanging noise. He hated how every sodding door in the Tower closed with resounding clangs. He truly wished his master had consulted him when the Dark Lord went about ordering options for the Tower.
"Oh, now what do we have here, hmm?" the devil-like creature said in a deeply husky voice dripping with a combination of raw lust and predatory hunger that made Sarah shake like a leaf. She lifted a hand and placed a single fingertip under Sarah's chin. Sarah whimpered and turned away, closing her eyes.
"Ooo, does the little princess not like the royal body to be touched?" Agonusa said, flashing an evil smile that revealed small, white fangs. She removed her finger from Sarah's chin and placed it lightly at her throat, paused, then very slowly ran it downward. Sarah moaned in despair, her body quivering, her legs and arms tensing as if expecting to pull her from her bonds.
She paused with her finger between Sarah's breasts. "Or perhaps ... the Princess prefers a touch ... elsewhere ..."
The creature lifted her finger and placed it instead on one of Sarah's nipples. Sarah gasped, biting her lip as she stared with glistening eyes at her tormentor. Agonusa flicked her finger once, making Sarah flinch. Agonusa grinned wickedly and continued flicking her finger, a little harder each time. Sarah moaned, panting, as her body betrayed her, the touch sparking her unwanted desires, forcing the nipple to swell and harden.
"My, my, Princess," Agonusa said with a malevolent chortle as she bent down to take a closer look. "How positively /wicked/ of you. You grow excited at that, don't you?"
The devil pursed her lips and issued a tiny puff of her hot breath upon Sarah's aroused nipple. The Princess shuddered and moaned.
She straightened and gave the princess a lascivious look as she flicked at the other nipple now. Sarah's breath came as ragged gasps as her skin flushed hot, her nipple growing pink with her excitement, Agonusa's touch forcing Sarah's own buried desires to the surface. Within her nether regions, she felt the telltale heat of forbidden thoughts and needs, her inner thighs cording as they vainly tried to pull her legs together to protect her modesty.
"So you like having your little nipples touched?" Agonusa said silkily. "Tsk, tsk, Princess. So much more like a common harlot than royalty."
Princess Sarah lifted her head and glared at the creature.
"Ooo, she didn't like that, did she?" Agonusa cooed in a mocking tone. "No, she didn't like that at all." She lifted both hands and cupped Sarah's breasts, eliciting a loud gasp from her. "Even though she just adores this ..."
"Uhhh!" Princess Sarah moaned as the devil fondled her fleshy mounds, the growing lust in her voice mixed with fear and desperation. Her nipples grew shockingly erect as the devil creature rubbed against them, so sensitive now that they throbbed with the creature's smooth-gloved touch. As much as her mind begged for this torment to stop, her body craved more, her intimate folds growing wet with anticipation, as if expecting to be touched as well. The reminder of how vulnerable she was in her most sensitive of areas made her shiver.
"You are such a /naughty/ little girl!" Agonusa cooed. "Naughty little Princess! Her Royal Highness of the sluts!"
"Oh gods, s-stop ..." Sarah begged softly.
Agonusa gave a melodramatic gasp and immediately let go. "Oh, of course, Your Highness!" she said mockingly. She laughed. "So you like to give orders, do you? Do you give the same orders to your ... loyal subjects? So long as they bed you?"
Princess Sarah swallowed. She bit her lip to suppress a reply.
Agonusa stepped up to her, her blood-red eyes locking with Sarah's frightened blue ones. "You need a little lesson in humility, /Princess/," she spat with a horrid sneer. "And perhaps we'll start with those now nicely sensitized nipples of yours."
The creature stepped back. She slowly reached to her hip and opened the satchel. Princess Sarah watched with mounting dread as the devil extracted what looked like a long, thin, tapering black wand. At the thinnest end, the tip forked into two tines, spaced a finger's breadth apart.
Agonusa smiled evilly as she lifted the wand so that Sarah could see. As the Princess watched, a bright blue spark jumped across the tines with a loud snapping noise. The Princess' eyes widened to saucers, glistening brightly with terror.
"And now, Princess," Agonusa said smoothly as she stepped closer to her prey. Sarah looked as if she were attempting to sink into the wall, pulling herself back from the creature but having no place to go. "Now we see if you enjoy this sort of touch instead."
"No ..." Sarah murmured in shock as the tines grew closer to her right nipple. "No, please, don't ...!"
Electricity arced and snapped across the tines.
At once, white-hot pain flared into her nipple, radiating into her breast, making her body jerk despite how tightly restrained it lay. The pain was intense, but mercifully brief, stopping the moment the electricity stopped. Sarah's mouth was frozen in a large "O", her eyes tightly closed, her throat locked. Finally she choked out a loud whimper.
"Oh, you can do better than that, Princess," Agonusa said with a sly smile. "So much better."
The devil sparked the wand again, another intense bite of pain, like the momentary searing touch of red-hot metal, yet leaving only a small residual ache that subsided quickly. Before she could recover any further, the wand sparked again and again in quick succession, tears squeezing from the corners of Sarah's eyes and trickling down her face.
"A stubborn one, hmm?" Agonusa cooed. "In that case, we'll try this instead."
She touched the tines again to Sarah's nipple. The spark crackled and sizzled, and this time, it did not stop.
And for the first time since arriving at the Tower of Doom, Sarah truly screamed in a manner most satisfactory to Inferno.
The Dark Lord Mallevelus stepped quietly yet boldly into the room, his impossibly black cloak billowing behind him, flowing like ink through the breathless air. His intensely malevolent eyes seared a path ahead of him towards his goal, the one he had been longing to see for so many, many years. His lips twisted into a grimace filled with hatred and loathing, yet when he spoke, there was an unmistakable smug satisfaction to it. His very footfalls bespoke of a triumphant haughtiness, as if he had been here before and was merely reclaiming it for himself.
The Dark Lord boldly took a single step onto the raised dais that held the throne.
"And so it ends, my Good King Beneficus!" the Dark Lord thundered. "At long last, everything you have, everything I had so coveted, everything that I had so /lusted/, is now mine! And all because of a moment of folly from an oversexed young princess! And you, in your own utter foolishness unwisely chose to lower the Barrier that a might return her to you, even though by then, she had been so tortured into insensibility that ... er ... that ... oh, bugger!"
The Dark Lord looked away from his own Throne of Foulest Evil and dug into his robes. He extracted a folded parchment and quickly scanned down the page, mumbling to himself. " ... into insensibility that ... ah, okay ... " He looked up again. "(ahem) that she would cringe even at her father's own touch! And as I have ... uh ... oh, /sod it!/"
The Dark Lord sighed and raised the parchment to his face, reading directly from it. "And as I have broken her, so have I broken your so-called mighty arms! And now ..."
Mallevelus paused and frowned. "Arms? Why would I break his arms? That doesn't make any sense."
As he turned around, Inferno entered the chamber from the stairs. Drifting up behind him came the distant torturous shrieks of Princess Sarah from the bowels of the dungeon. He paused for a moment and cocked an ear towards the sound, a broad smile stretching across his face. "Yes, so much better," he commented.
"Ah, Inferno," the Dark Lord said, stepping up to the incubus. "What do you make of this?"
He held his parchment to his Right Hand of Terror, pointing to the words on the parchment. The incubus peered at it dubiously. "And what is this, my Lord?" he asked.
"My speech to King Beneficus once I defeat him."
"Your ... speech," the incubus said cautiously.
"Yes, my speech."
"Begging my most Terrible and Evil Lord's pardon," Inferno began. "But why do you need a speech? Why not simply say what comes to mind?"
"Oh, no, no! This is far too important an event to leave to chance. And I have much of it written anyway, just this part here is giving me trouble." He pointed again. "Do you recall breaking the King's arms as a part of the plan, Inferno?"
"That's /armies/, my Lord."
"Ah! Yes! That makes so much more sense!"
Inferno rolled his eyes. This is not the first time that the Dark Lord made such a mistake. Several years before, he had laid siege to a town and had ordered his minions to kill the first born son of all the families in the town. He wrote the order himself and, in wanting to make a historically interesting moment, got a bit flowery with the language and used the word "laddies" for "boys". Unfortunately, he wrote it as "ladles", and his minions subsequently broke into kitchens all over the town and dutifully destroyed every ladle they could find.
"Anyway, my Lord, I ..."
"Oh, one moment, Inferno, one moment." The Dark Lord turned back towards the throne and cleared his throat. "And as I have broken her, so have I broken your so-called mighty armies! And now, /former/ King Beneficus, by my command as the new ruler of the Kingdom of Light and of the World, you shall step down from that throne, and my minions will insert appropriate torture here! ... Oh ..." He turned back towards the incubus. "Hmm, what would be a good torture to put here?" he mused.
Inferno sighed. "May we discuss that later?" he said. "If you are to conquer the Kingdom of Light in the first place, you must know what you have available to you for your Army of Darkness."
"I know exactly what I want for my army!" the Dark Lord declared. "I wish to have the most powerful, the most deadly, the most fearsome collection of utterly evil and malevolent beings that have ever walked the earth! I want them to thunder across the ground, felling trees and shattering boulders with the power of their very footfalls! I want the sky blackened with winged hordes of living death! I want the very sight of them to cause mortals to die of fright and the gods themselves to tremble before it! I want ... /Armageddon!/"
He lifted his arms and uttered a deep, maniacal laugh, thunder booming around him.
Inferno took a deep breath and let it go. He snapped his fingers and a scroll appeared in his hand. "I am afraid, my Lord, you will have settle for something a little less impressive than that." Inferno dropped his eyes to the parchment. "Specifically, I can get you approximately 200 orcs, 100 trolls, 40 minor demons, 20 fire dragons, 8 evil sorcerers, 4 hell hounds, 3 balrogs, 2 giants, and one basilisk. A small one."
The Dark Lord frowned. "That's it?"
"Yes, my Lord, but it should ..."
"Only one basilisk?"
"Yes, a small one. And that's only if its rash clears up."
"Oh, come now, Inferno!" Mallevelus cried. "Surely we can get a cyclops, at least!"
"The cyclops has pink-eye, my Lord," Inferno pointed out.
"And the mind-flayers?"
"Out of the country at a gaming convention."
"This is preposterous! You cannot tell you can't even scrounge up one cockatrice!"
"Not during moulting season, my Lord."
"/Arrghh!/" the Dark Lord bellowed, cracking lightning from his Scepter of Infernal Power at the parchment that the incubus held, causing it to burst into flame.
Inferno patiently wiped the ashes from his hands. "My Lord, according to our spies, the King does not have much of an army to speak of," Inferno said. "The army I just described to you will be more than enough. I daresay most of them will be bored."
"That's not the point!" Mallevelus said sullenly, collapsing into his Throne with a sigh. "This is an occasion, Inferno! It should be bigger than life! It's not enough just to win. You must utterly /crush/ your enemy! Gods, I long for the days before that infernal Barrier was put up. Now those were the days, Inferno! Mighty armies clashing on the battlefield! Blood running in the fields!"
Inferno remained quiet. He knew his master well enough to know that if just waited it out, the Dark Lord would move on. And in very little time, this is exactly what happened.
"Anyway, Inferno, how is the Princess doing this morning?"
"Ah, quite well, my Lord," Inferno said with a sly smile. "Well-tortured, that is."
"Yes, yes, I did hear some screams of some sort a short while ago," the Dark Lord commented.
Inferno raised an eyebrow. His master sounded almost indifferent about it. "You can be quite assured, my Lord, that she will be in much pain and torment by sundown."
The Dark Lord paused. "You're making sure she doesn't get ... well, /too/ tortured, are you not?"
Inferno furrowed his brow. "/Too/ tortured, my Lord? Is there such a thing?"
"Well, we don't want to do her in all at once, now, do we? Hardly leaves anything for the next day."
Inferno took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted was for Princess Sarah to stay in the Tower one more second than was absolutely necessary. "Her only purpose to us, my Lord, is to get the Barrier down," he stated firmly. "And nothing more."
"But if he does not lower it today ..."
"Why would he not lower it?" Inferno countered. "You have sent him the letter, have you not?"
"The letter?" the Dark Lord asked absently.
"The letter, my Lord," Inferno said with forced patience. "The one to the King describing exactly what we are doing to her today."
"Oh, yes, that one. Er ... no, I haven't."
"Then allow me to send it for you, my Lord."
"Certainly, certainly."
Inferno turned to leave.
"Oh, and Inferno?"
The incubus turned, a stony expression on his face.
"Do tell the torturer to go just a smidgen easy on her, please."
"Of course, my Lord," Inferno said.
He had intended to see the torturer anyway. But he absolutely no intention of telling her anything of the sort.
The Princess again clenched her teeth, her whole body shaking, as the wand lay sparking against one of her nipples. By this time, both had been turned from healthy pink to bright, tender red. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her face twisted into a vision of suffering torment. Sarah resisted as long as she could, the pain tearing into her, searing her nerves deeply into her bosom, growing worse and worse with each passing second until she felt as if she were on fire. Finally, as with each time her torturer did this to her, it became too much for her, and she signaled her defeat with yet another scream. This, however, was not enough for her tormentor. Only when she had screamed long enough for her satisfaction, long enough for her throat to grow raw did Agonusa lift the wand from her.
Sarah gave a shuddering gasp, fresh tears flowing from her eyes as the intense pain was slowly replaced with a lesser, throbbing one. Yet as always, her tears were in vain, for they only excited the creature. After only a short reprieve, Agonusa simply moved to the other breast. With a wicked smile, she would tease her, sparking the nipple very briefly, or sometimes only pretending to do it and watching her flinch as if she had been touched by the stinging energies again. But always, it ended the same way, another continuous touch until the Princess thought she would go mad.
And yet on those rare occasions when Agonusa left both her breasts alone for a little longer than just a few moments at a time, the throbbing of her nipples flooded her senses, becoming the only thing she could focus her addled mind upon. And under the pain, she felt the smallest sensation, the feeling that she would normally associate with a touch of pleasure upon her breasts. Perhaps she had gone mad, she thought, yet there it was, and it was just enough to spark the tiniest flame of desire inside her.
But it did nothing to save her when the wand was again applied to her, the tines lying on either side of the nipple, the electricity piercing through it. This time, Sarah could not hold back a single moment, and she let out a piercing shriek that would have dulled the hearing of most men.
"Oh, most excellent, Princess," Agonusa cooed, speaking for the first time in a long while. She removed the wand from her.
Princess Sarah sobbed. "P-please no more ..." she cried in a quavering voice. "Oh gods, please ... have mercy ... dear gods, please have ... /AAAAHHHRRRGH!!/"
Agonusa had applied the wand one last time, cutting her off in mid-plea. When it was removed, the Princess hung her head and let her tears spill to the floor in silence. She did not even stir when she heard the door to the chamber open.
"Yes?" the devil said, mild annoyance in her voice at being interrupted in her work.
Inferno stepped into the room. "The Dark Lord wanted me to check on your progress," he said. He glanced at the princess and saw the tears dripping from her eyes. His mouth twisted into a grin. "Oh, and I see you have done very well with her indeed."
Agonusa gave him a sultry smile. "Indeed," she said. "Every one of them breaks, every one. This one appears to like to have the royal nipples touched. Perhaps now I have weaned her of that."
Inferno stepped up to Princess Sarah and forced her to lift her head so he could look into her face. Sarah gave him a ragged gasp, tears still trickling from her eyes. And from behind the pain once again, her nipples throbbed with the very slight tingling of desire. The incubus stared intently into Sarah's eyes, and deep under the pain, the suffering, the torment, and the utter sense of defeat, he saw something else ...
He stepped back from her. "Perhaps you should find out," he snapped, his eyes narrowing.
Agonusa raised an eyebrow and smiled evilly. "If it amuses you," she commented, though it was clear from her tone that it would amuse her as well. She stepped up to the Princess, giving her a haughty sneer. "You like to have your nipples touched before, o princess of the harlots," the creature said. "So let's see if you like it now."
Sarah's eyes widened as the devil's hands lifted. "N-no ... no! Please!" Sarah begged. "Please don't ... "
Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened into an "O" as the creature gently cupped Sarah's tortured mounds in her smoothly gloved hands. With a wicked grin, Sarah's tormentor rubbed the pad of her thumbs very firmly against the tenderest flesh of the nipples.
Princess Sarah felt the renewed pain crash into her body, momentarily overwhelming her such that her throat locked and she could not even so much as scream. She could only lift her head and open her mouth as if she could scream, her body shaking as her arms and legs tensed, the metal shackles that held her biting into her wrists and ankles.
But as Agonusa continued to flick her thumbs mercilessly at the inflamed flesh, it began to stimulate something more, something very familiar, something as surprising as it was intense. Radiating out from the point where the devil touched her, the spikes of pain were joined with jolts of utterly erotic pleasure. The torture of her nipples had sensitized them to a level she had never experienced before, flooding her body with sensual delight.
So stunned and excited was the princess that she could barely breathe, but when she did, it came in ragged, gasping pants. Pain flared and arousal mounted, combining such that the pain was not merely masked or overcome, it became a very part of her pleasure, a pleasure that was quickly becoming so intense that it spread down to her intimate regions, which now responded as if touched directly, growing moist between her folds, her womanhood tingling madly.
Agonusa grinned and laughed. "Did you think the pain would stop simply because I removed the wand from your body?" she cooed. "Were you so foolish to think that? Perhaps you need a reminder of that foolishness."
She pinched each of Sarah's nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. Princess Sarah cried out, her voice as heavy with lust as it was as strident with pain. The fresh torment only sparked more pleasure, intensifying the feelings that grew in her nether regions, causing her breath to grow short.
Inferno's mouth dropped open. "What in Hades' name ...?" he muttered.
Princess Sarah moaned loudly, her body now shaking with desire instead of fear or pain. So intensely excited was she that drops of her own intimate fluids trickled down the insides of her thighs or dripped onto the floor where her tears had fallen only moments ago. Her panting grew more pronounced as the pressure in her folds grew, her womanhood swollen and sensitized.
"I don't believe this," Inferno said in a rising voice. "I don't bloody well believe this!"
"Oh, believe it, Inferno," Agonusa said in a husky voice. "Watch her writhe with pain, pain so intense she can't even scream ..."
"Stop!" Inferno cried.
"Do you not want to see her faint from ...?"
"/She's enjoying it, you stupid cow!/" Inferno bellowed. "/STOP!/"
Agonusa blinked in astonishment. "What?? But how ...?"
She started to remove her hands, but it was a moment too late.
"/Ohhhh!!/" Princess Sarah cried.
Hot, clear fluid erupted briefly from between the folds of her intimate regions, splashing onto the floor at Agonusa's feet.
Princess Sarah's mind reeled as her sex throbbed so hard it made stars dance before her eyes. Her hips jerked with each spike of intense pleasure despite the tightness of her bonds. She panted wildly, her eyes closed, for the moment forgetting she was restrained in a dungeon chamber with a pitiless torturer. The lingering pain in her nipples contributed to her climax, making her feel lightheaded and giddy. She uttered a long, loud moan as her throbbing began to subside, her muscles going limp as she felt herself drained, both from her torture and her climax.
Inferno slapped a hand against his forehead.
"What manner of girl is this?" Agonusa demanded of the incubus. "What exactly have you given me to work with?"
"Only the most annoying, the most frustrating, the most infuriating mortal woman I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!" Inferno shouted.
Agonusa placed her hands on her hips. "Then perhaps you should just rape her and be done with it."
"/I WILL NOT RAPE HER!/" Inferno roared. He shook a talon at the torturer. "You will continue to work on her," he said in a deadly voice. "You will find a way to hurt her so that it leaves her incapable of feeling pleasure. You will break her. You will show /NO MERCY!!/"
Inferno stomped out of the dungeon cell, banging the door closed behind him and leaving a trail of smoke in his wake.