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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 many 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 had hounded 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 three 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 now 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."