Princess Elizabeth & The Cursed Necklace RP (RPGirl19 & Isenhart De'Rathe)

Princess Elizabeth was a strong-willed individual, assertive in all her actions and relentless in everything she set her mind to; especially in battle. She was known for her compassion and commitment but she also was well known for being a bit daring and dauntless in her efforts; perhaps, even dangerously so. She seemed never to grow tired with her confidence assured by the power of her sword. It was this weapon that was the only reason for why she had not ever been captured or defeated. It help her in the fact that it nearly made her invincible and it was rumored that this weapon alone was the key to making her a legend in the land; in fact, legend has it that she had outsmarted even the wittiest of opponents. One legend stated that she had killed a thousand soldiers in one single battle during one of the kingdom’s bloodiest wars. This sword that she used was not just any ordinary blade. It had been given to her by the god of vengeance because he had seen and considered Elizabeth as the daughter of virtue. The sword had been forged at the center of the universe where all things come together. It was an ancient and divinely chosen blade that was sharper than any sword of its kind. It glowed brighter than the light of a hundred stars.

Princess Elizabeth had long silky blonde hair falling down her back and atop her head was a jeweled crown that sparkled in the sunlight. The female was dressed in a beautiful, tightly-fitting, white silk dress that hugged and clung to her alluring figure but also revealed all of her natural curves. She had her legs covered by white thigh-high stockings which only left her smooth creamy thighs bare beneath the dress just below her soft, virginal-white cotton panties. The princess also was wearing elbow-length silk gloves and a crown adorned with sparkling jewels. She had a nice scent that was both sweet and delicious as she was wearing a nice perfume. (Her Undergarment ). The only other thing to note about the princess' outfit was the red necklace that rested against her lovely cleavage.

This necklace had been gifted to her recently. The wicked energy within the stone contained inside of the necklace was tainted with ancient dark magic. This cursed object and anyone pure that happened to possess it would feel its overwhelming dark power. The energy within the stone held hidden powers taken from the demon realm. It summoned and attracted various dark entities from all corners of creation; yet, not just any being but only those most powerful. The stone usually appeared red but would turn black at any moment that dark ones began to be drawn to the fair-haired princess. The influences of the necklace would begin to bend her mind with twisted thoughts and erotic dreams. It wouldn’t be long after this that it would begin exploiting her desires further by bringing about physical corruption. This was precisely why the girl had fallen asleep in her bedchambers and was awoken within a world that wasn't anything that she was familiar with. She couldn't control the dream or decide on where to go. It seemed that the necklace would drive that world and she'd have to face whatever it brought. She was glad to at least have her sword. That was the only good news, if any could be thought of.

The Cursed Necklace had been gifted to Princess Elizabeth two nights ago at a royal ball held in her honor. At the ball, she had danced with a young, attractive human sorcerer who had called himself Morvias. This man had entertained the beautiful princess for most of the night before he said that he was needed elsewhere and departed for the evening. Before he left, however, he had gifted the fine crimson necklace to Princess Elizabeth as a memento to remember the wonderful night that they had shared.

It wasn't until the following night, last night, that anything more came of it. Last night, as the princess slept sound in her bed, Morvias appeared in her dreams. He explained everything to the princess. He had told her that he was not a sorcerer, but rather that he was a powerful warlock. he told her of the necklace's powers and he told her that he would be in full control of the necklace no matter how far away the princess tried to run. The necklace was forged from Morvias' own blood and dark magical essence. He told her of his plan, to twist and pervert the princess until she was his own personal sex toy. He would use the necklace's magic on Princess Elizabeth until she was nothing more than a willing slut to her future master, Morvias. He would corrupt her and make her his. He would not stop until Elizabeth was his slave and willingly surrendered both herself and her kingdom to her master's control. It was the perfect plan to not only seize control of a wealthy kingdom, but also the kingdom's beautiful future queen.

Naturally, when the morning came, Elizabeth likely would have tried to remove the necklace. If she did, she would find that she could not remove it. The necklace had been enchanted so that once it was place upon someone's neck, only the one who created the magical item could remove it. Elizabeth was stuck with this thing and she would continue to be trapped in its power until her master so chose to free her from it.

Now, as sleep crept over Elizabeth for the second night, the stone in the center of the necklace lost all of its color and turned jet black. Tonight, the fun would begin...

In Elizabeth's dreamscape, she found herself in the center of a massive field of flowers. The flowers were of various colors, from reds, to yellows, to blues, to purples, to pinks, and to white. The delightful scents of these flowers all mingled in the air to form a most wonderful perfume. Surely such a place as this could not be a nightmare could it? Had the night before been but a dream? Perhaps the necklace was not cursed and the sorcerer was not a wicked man bent on turning the princess into a toy for his sexual amusement.

If that were true, why had she not been able to remove it? No... There had to have been some truth to the previous night's dream. Something had to be wrong with the necklace, but this place was too beautiful to be cursed or evil.

Morvias had truly been charming and Elizabeth even thought that he was very attractive. The presence of one from an exotic land was enough to cause a mesmerizing night. That tended to happen in Anthiathia because of the fact that the inhabitants got few outsiders. She had been surprised when he presented her with a gift. It was a necklace and it would be rude to turn it down. She accepted the gift and thanked him. She told him how beautiful it was before the object would be placed upon her lovely figure. It seemed to fit her image and gave her a feel of increased energy. It just felt right.

Then came the night of the dream of him. It was just a dream right? There was no real reason for concern right? That was what she thought at least. She didn't understand the dream but it had some erotic sense to it. She even shivered as the dream Morvias explained his intentions to her but it was just a dream right? She awoke and went about her day as usual. There was always that nagging though. The thought and memory of the dream brought it back at odd times in the day; mostly when she was alone. Finally, it was nightfall again and she'd fallen asleep once more. She had hoped that the dream from the previous night would have just been a one-time event.

The scene in the dream world was beautiful and the flowers filled Elizabeth with a serene sensation. She ran her hands over the grasses and flowering plants as she passed them by. She moved deeper into the field as the air felt warm against her skin. There was a strange but plesant scent within the air as well. How could such a beautiful place be filled with evil? The darkness tended to have a way of creating a wasteland and this was no barren land. Elizabeth thought that this was a good dream and she felt joyed within it and she almost expected to hear birds singing. The princess wandered further as a hill rose up on her left side and a particularly beautiful set of red flowers emerged at its base.

When Elizabeth had first noticed the hill, it had been nothing more than a risen mount of flowers, identical to the rest of the field with nothing special about it. As she neared the hill, however, it began to change. The change was not of a wicked sort, but it was certainly something that she would have noticed quite easily. It would have been nearly impossible to miss, actually. She would have had to have been blind to miss it.

As Elizabeth neared the hill, all of the flowers began to change colors. Well, not exactly all of them. The red flowers, red daisies to be precise, remained the same. All of the other flowers, however, the yellows, the blues, the purples, the pinks; they all began to twist and reshape themselves into red daisies. By the time that Elizabeth was as the bottom of the hill, the entire mound was nothing but red daisies. It was a truly beautiful sight to behold.

Another change occurred when Elizabeth began to make her way up the hill. The moment that her foot first touched the side of the gentle slope, a lone sapling sprouted at the crest of the mound. Each step that Elizabeth took would cause the sapling to grow taller and fuller until, when Elizabeth reached the top of the hill, the tree would be one of the largest willow trees that the woman had ever seen. It was nearly fifty feet tall and its branches were nearly as widely spread as it was tall. Its vine-like branches nearly touched the ground; hanging just low enough to tickle the top of the princess's head should she seek shade beneath it.

As if to usher the woman beneath the massive tree, the sunlight above intensified. What had previously been a gentle and warming glow quickly became a harsh, burning sensation.

Elizabeth was shocked by the sudden change and glances around nervously. It was clear that this was something that was more than met the eye. The princess was in awe of the beautiful red colors of the strange flowers. It was as though they had a mind of their own. The willow tree continued to beckon her and she was a little weary of pressing onward but she did. The princess started up the hill as the ground began to produce a willow tree. She stared up in awe and seemingly transfixed by its towering height. All of the flowers reminded her of the castle's garden and how she loved to be there. She loved the scent of the air and the feel of the flowers against her skin. That also was true now as everything seemed so calm and peaceful. The tree looked majestic and its height seemed to suggest that it represented some symbol of strength. Elizabeth liked that because of the fat that she was a warrior princess. She didn't have her sword with her now but the feeling still was there.

It didn't take long before the sun began to cause her to seek shade. It was incredible how unrelenting the sun could be. The princess drew onward and ducked underneath the first few vines of the tree. It was not only shady beneath the tree but seemed to create a shelter made of those thick vines. It was almost like a children's idea of a fort. The princess glances up as her feet stopped a foot or so from the tree's trunk.

The moment that Elizabeth stopped so closely to the tree, everything changed. It was not a gradual change like before. No, this was a radical and instantaneous change. It was as if the tree itself released a pulse of dark magic.

All of the red daisies that had been sitting directly beneath the tree' hanging branches instantly wilted and faded from the dreamscape. All that remained beneath the tree was dry, dead earth. Beyond the branches, the crimson flowers that had been growing on the hill around the tree twisted and grew. In a matter of moments, they had went from harmless, ankle-high daisies to to mountainous rose bushes that were as tall as Elizabeth herself. She would never be able to escape from beneath the tree with these new flowers blocking her path in all directions. They were too tall, too thickly grown, and covered in needle-sharp thorns. The princess was now trapped beneath the large willow.

Lastly, all of the healthy green leaves that had been covering the willow branches wilted and vanished just as the flowers beneath had done. A dark crimson sky was revealed overhead when this occurred, and the branches of the tree sprang to life. The now naked vines of the tree thrashed wildly in the air for but a moment before they began grabbing for the princess. They grabbed for her arms, her legs, her midriff, her neck; anywhere that they could wrap around her to hold her still.

The change really was surprising, disturbing and alarmed the fair-haired princess. She'd not had her sword and that was surely a lot of bad news. That is because of the fact that the growing rose bushes weren't easy to track through. The thorns would tear her dress and likely cut her skin as well. The sword would have been useful in cutting a pathway through. She was effectively trapped on the hill under the willow tree. The dying red daises were also troublesome. Why had they vanished so quickly? There had to be a reason for this madness right? It was then that the tree itself began to violently move about. Elizabeth screamed and tried to get out from under it. There was no where to go though. The rose bushes blocked her escape and the thrashing vines were getting closer. She picked up a long stick and tries to beat them back. It wasn't as good as her sword but it was something. It might hold them back for as long as the princess needed to think.

The vines were relentless in their assault. Their quest to ensnare the beautiful young woman would not be impeded by something so simple as a common stick. Where the stick had come from would have been anyone's guess. It was sturdy, unlike the branches of the willow tree, and there was not another tree as far as the eye could see. Perhaps the princess, herself, had conjured it in subconscious desperation. This was her dream, after all, and while the magic of the necklace could twist and corrupt it, it could not fully control what was vividly playing out within the Princess's own mind. Surely that had been it, but it would matter not. It had been a mental reflex and Elizabeth hadn't the ability to control that. Unfortunately for her, she had not conjured a more effective defense.

Though the Princess fought valiantly, far better than most others would have been able to given the situation at hand, she was destined to fail. This place, this dream, was no longer her own. The necklace's magic had sunk too deeply into it. For every vine-like ranch that the princess bat away, two more rushed in to take its place. They came at her from all sides and all angles. It was not a question of if she would lose. It was a matter of when she would lose.

It might have seemed to be amusing but the poor princess brandished that useless stick. It seemed much safer than your bare hands. She whacked and smacked the vines as best as she could. It was like swinging a shovel at water though; sure, you moved it but that didn't stop it from coming. It was alarming at how useless the stick really was and the princess began to realize this. She whimpered as she thrust and beat back the vines for the short period of time. It could be asked where the branch had come from but the willow tree hadn't been as it was now for the duriation of the time she'd seen it sprout. It didn't seem to matter where the object came from but more that is was useless in this situation. The stick was just a part of the fact that the poor princess began to forget that this was all a dream. It felt very real to her but she had no inkling of an idea that this was happening as she slept in her bedroom. The princess continued to bat and knock the vines back but it was becoming tiresome. She stumbles a bit and her arms got tired from the repated motion that only was increased by the fact that her confiedence was waning. She cries out as even more of the vines emerged to double their efforts. She then retreats with the stick and thought the red rose bushes might be a better choice. She turned to try and move over there now.

As the Princess turned her attention back towards the metaphorical wall of roses, she would find that, in the time that she had been fighting for her life and had stopped paying attention to the field, the roses had grown much thicker and fuller. There was virtually no opening for her to squeeze through the thorny barrier and the roses had grown several inches taller, now taller than the warrior princess. There was no escape. There was no conceivable way that the Princess could retreat through the rose bushes. She would need to take her time to push the large thorny vines out of her way, one by one, and by the time that she could do that, the tree's tendrils would be all over her. All that she could do was fight or surrender. Running was not an option.

In that instant, the tree seemed to almost groan, as if it were tired of playing games with the attractive young woman. The ground beneath the Princess's feet came alive with small roots which shot upward and into the air. They, too, joined the tree's branches in their attack. They grabbed for the Princess, trying to wrap themselves around her ankles and legs to render her immobile. All the while, the tree branches were still grabbing at the Princess's arms, midriff, legs, neck; anywhere that they could get a hold on her.

It was clear that there was no escape by the direction that the princess had come. The rose bushes had grown taller and the thorny vines had blocked any opening that might have been sought. The princess had no choice but to fight off the branches with the single weapon she had which was that useless stick. She whacked and beat the stick against the vines but then the ground erupted. She almost was thrown off balance and stumbled a bit. The tree groaning and twisting was enough to make her shriek. The beautiful woman struck a couple more vines but then they managed to snatch the object for her grasp. The princess proceeded to try and ward off the roots and vines with just her bare hands and legs now as she kicked the roots. It was hard to avoid the vines, branches and roots by now. The princess was completely surrounded but she wasn't going to surrender. The sweet scent of her body mixed with the smell of plant-life. The roses made her think about a giving up as a calming and relaxing sensation over came her body. It was then that a vine snaked around one of her wrists and made her cry out in protest. The princess' blonde hair falling over her face as she leaned forward to try and pry it loose.

At last, the tree had found its mark. To think that the princess would have been able to put up such a fight with something as common and useless as a stick served to prove her strength and skill. If the necklace was to truly conquer her then it would need to become much stronger. It would need to fuel its power with the Princess's many defeats that were to come. This dream... It was only the beginning, as she would come to realize soon enough.

Once that lone vine-like branch found it's mark, the other vines and roots doubled their efforts. Though Princess Elizabeth might have been a skilled warrior, there was only so much that she would be able to do with one of her hands captured. She would need to focus her efforts on freeing that hand if she was to have any hope of escape. The vines would use that window of opportunity. She would be distracted while she freed herself. She would be desperate and likely to panic. She would not be able to fight off the other branches, vines, and roots with anywhere near the effectiveness that she had done before. It was finally over. The Princess was captured, or would be in a matter of seconds. All that was left was for her to realize it.

The first of many victories over Princess Elizabeth was quick at hand. Outside of the dream world, the necklace quaked against her chest in anticipation of its first taste of Elizabeth's latent lust. It would use that essence to grow stronger.

It might have been a dream but the princess felt like the fight was entirely as important as ever. She did ponder the thought of her trusted sword that she'd relied on so much and why it wasn't there in her hand. She'd fought valiantly but it appeared to be for nothing. The power of the necklace continued to work its carnal and dark magics. The sensation of surrender increased and her will-power to fight was weakening. It was getting harder to keep her mind focus on the task of escaping this horrible situation.

The fair-haired princess tugged and pulled on the vine that had a hold of her wrist. She tried to pry it loose with a gloved hand but it was tightly wrapped around her hand as well. This was a bad situation and the princess knew it. There was little that she could do and any resistance was only serving to drain more energy from her tiring body. There was a brief victory as she got her hand free and stumbles backwards. It might be short lived though and she somehow knew this. The stick was gone and she didn't have anything to protect herself. The use of her hands had not proven very effective either. She began to panic as her breath quickened. She'd close her eyes and count to three. She hoped that she'd open them and all of this would be gone.

One... Two... Three...

That was the moment that the necklace had been waiting for. The Princess closed her eyes tight in some vain attempt to wake herself, but she could not do that. Her mind was under the full influence of the necklace's magic and only it could free her from this place. From the moment that Elizabeth had put that cursed gem around her neck, she had resigned herself to this fate. Her dreams would no longer be her own. They belonged to the necklace and its creator. In turn, that meant that the Princess, too, belonged to the warlock and his dark magic while she slept. She would find that she was unable to wake herself, no matter how hard she tried. She should have just kept fighting, regardless of how vain it might have been.

With her eyes closed, the Princess could not defend herself from the grasping vines any longer. Unable to see the magical dream tree, she could no longer defend herself from it and it finally was able to capture the Princess.

Two long roots, which were somehow completely void of dirt, met with the fair-haired warrior's ankles. They wound upward over her legs until they were coiled around her knees. The leafless vines, too, grabbed and gripped at the Princess's body. Two vines met her wrists and mirrors the roots around Elizabeth's legs. They wound down her arms until they were wrapped about her elbows. Now that all of the girl's limbs were captured, the tree pulled them in all directions. Her arms were pulled upwards in opposite directions while her legs were pulled apart just a little further than shoulder-width. She was pulled until her body formed an 'X' between the vines.

The poor princess found that closing her eyes was just as useless as everything else. She opened them as the vines began their assault. It wasn't going to be easy though. She still had a little fight within her left. The princess leaned forward as two of the roots wound up along her ankles. The pressing of the rope-like objects gliding against her stockings while her breasts were displayed within her cleavage as she leaned over. Then more spun and circled around her wrists and arms. She tugged and tried to stop the tree from gaining a better advantage of her but the vines pulled her limbs apart. She might have hit the ground but then the thicker vines lifted her up off the ground. She whimpered as she stared in horror with her pretty blue eyes. This was bad and the princess didn't like how vulnerable it made her feel. She really was defenseless without her sword. She had no idea that this was all a dream. In the real world, Elizabeth laid on the bed and murmured within her sleep. She scissored her legs a bit as her body began to warm softly. She felt her skin tingling as she fought to refrain from giving into the necklace's corruption completely.

"You fought well, Young Princess," a deep and distorted voice echoed from around the fair-haired beauty. The voice did not seem to have a source. Rather, it seemed to emanate from the dreamscape itself. Was this the necklace talking to her? "Your strength and your skill are admirable. You would have made a fine queen, but I am afraid that you will never see the throne so long as I hang about your beautiful neck. Our Master will be king and you will be a lowly slave and political puppet. I will break you, you will serve the Master, and he will rule your kingdom through you. You will eagerly serve him in his every desire, but first... First you will learn to serve me."

As the voice resonated in the air, the ground beneath the Princess squirmed with a host of new vines, which erupted from the ground all around the beautiful woman. These vines were unlike the roots or the branches of the tree, which possessed a tough thin bark. These new vines, however, were a light tan color and seemed to be leathery and bare. They were thin, most being no more than an inch in girth with the largest being only three. Most strangely, there was a small hole in the tip of each of the vines, which were capped with a mushroom-like head. The purpose of these strange vines should have been perfectly clear both from their appearance and from the words that the dream had spoken.

(Sorry about the delay. I haven't had internet for three weeks)

Elizabeth suddenly heard the voice of someone talking from somewhere beyond her position. The princess glanced around even as she struggled to free herself from this horrible predicament. The problem was in the fact that the princess couldn't seem to locate the source of the voice. There wasn't anyone there and it also seemed that the voice was everywhere but how could that be? She shakes her head as if to clear it. The princess closing her eyes once more as the necklace seemed to vibrate against her lovely cleavage. The words of the voice seemed to draw her back to the necklace as the princess gasps at the words. "Never..." Elizabeth started as the voice insisted that she would serve another as a mere puppet. "My people will never allow it!" She then blurted out as her reason for it not being true.

The attention of the princess was then brought to the ground beneath her feet. She cried out in surprise as the vines began to churn and her balance was disturbed by the movement. The girl stared as the vines erupted and had a very different look than those of the tree itself. The struggling didn't subside as the princess only grew more alarmed by the sudden change in the enviroment around her. The princess cried out as these new vines appeared as the appearance made her even more alarmed. "Release me now..." She pleaded as the thought of not having he sword came back to her once more.