Stripped of Royalty (Wave and LizBound)

[WaveVelour]

Copper light originated from the burning small houses brightened the night around the premises of the castle. Unpleasant screams of countless victims rang across the streets. Most of the fellow guards didn’t even have a chance to leave the comfort of their beds. Guardsman and farmer alike, none was spared in this horrifying night. A small army of bandits and dark troops raid the city and surpassed the thick gates of the king’s keep, leaving a trail of blood wherever they walked. During their merciless campaign against the kingdom, they cleared a path for their dark mistress to follow. While her minions did most of the work, gross view of burnt corpses were her doing. She was easy to spot among the lowly brutes that surrounded her. A dark green bodycon hugged her form nicely. Magic wasn’t the only weapon of a witch. V-neck of her dress emphasized the witch’s cleavage, a deadly distraction hard to ignore. Under it, her smooth legs were bare. A pair of thin strips coiled each of the woman’s long legs. They ran around her skin in a constant loop like living snakes.

Leaving a massacre behind her, the witch entered the keep. Upon setting foot in the palace, a well-armed man rushed into to stop her. One of her lifeless magical minions that reminded a dark statue was quick to stop the said man’s interruption. It lifted the guard from the throat, while its mistress spoke to the choking guy. “Where is he?” Alanna asked. She showed little patience to his silence. Getting a subtle nod from the witch, the shadowy figure snapped the guard’s neck, leaving his lifeless body lying on the stone floor. A slight wave of her hand flew the next guard toward the witch. She stared at the man and softly asked again. “Where is he?” There were more people in the building she could question, but she had no time to waste on unresponsive warriors. She twisted her wrist, and watched the man turn into dust.

“Who are you?” One decided to ask first instead of outright attacking the woman. An invisible force quickly force the man to his knees, breaking both of his legs in the process. Alanna looked down at the suffering man.

“Don’t you remember?” She walked pass him. A bandit made quick work on the guy, slitting his throat in place. Same question regarding the whereabouts of the ruler of the land echoed across the grandiose halls. Those royal guards were indeed very loyal to their king, none giving the witch a clear answer. Although being highly trained, they kept falling down like little flies. By the time Alanna climbed the steps, she had left a small massacre behind her. On her way to the throne room, the witch had stopped asking questions, but began to just burn any attackers. The throne was empty, hardly a surprise. In between the agonizing screams of her still burning victims, Alanna gave the head of the bandits a new task. “Bring me more.” She ordered. With that, filthy group of bandits rushed out of the big room to find new victims that were more prone to talk. They weren’t very smart, but a good tool under the witch’s command. Although she didn’t give those lowly bandits much credit, they were about to hit jackpot when it came to whom they captured to bring into Alanna’s presence.

When the bandits returned to the throne room, their numbers were fewer than when they left. Some of them had fallen victim to a barrage of arrows and some precise pokes of a sword. Despite their losses, the head of the group seemed to be happy with his finding. A valuable asset to hand over. With an accomplished grin, he tossed the chained up body of a young girl on the cold floor. “Your trophy!” He saluted his mistress.

Although the witch couldn’t recognize the copper haired beauty, she looked familiar. “Who is this?” Alanna asked, keeping her eyes on Katrina.

The guy who had brought the girl to the witch grabbed a fistful of the girl’s copper hair to tilt her head up. “Why don’t you say it yourself princess?”

 

[LizBound]

Katrina had fought hard. She had expended every arrow she could lay her hands on, in the end even shooting bare shafts with no fletchings. She had killed some, wounded others, but there had been too many. Her rapier had been next, fighting with every ounce of skill she had learned by secretly watching her brother train with the swordmaster. She cursed the fact father had not let her train with Eldric. She could have fought harder, better.

But in the end it would have made little difference, the attack had been brutal, but efficient. Coordinated and well planned.

They beat her down, her sword broken. They pushed her down, chains binding her wrists behind her back and shackles on her ankles, connected so she could not stand up straight. Then they had half dragged her, half carried her here to the witch. She still wore what she ahd been wearing when the attack started. She had been chabging form her court garb after the evening meal. she despised the fripperies of court attire, but her father insisted she look the lady, so she had just removed her outer dress and mantle and had been about to unlace her boned corset, garters and solk stockings when the shouts had gone up. She had had no chance to don armour or clothes so she had been am odd figure, loosing arrow after arrow in her undergaments. her bosum pushed up and out by the fine laced corset.

As Kat looked up, she recognised the face from her childhood. She had changed so much, and in some ways, not at all.

“Alanna?” she gasped. “This was you? I… why? Do you hate us so much? Did father hurt you so badly that your only recourse was this?”

Tears rolled down Kat’s face as she looked around at the carnage. “Merciful Mother….. “ she breathed. Invoking the name of the gentle Goddess. “What have you done… you’ve… become a monster!”

 

[WaveVelour]

Among a bunch of filthy bandits, the princess had been caught with a dangerous outfit, or lack of any in this case. Captured in her undergarments, just the sight alone could tease those vile thugs highly. Their dirty minds were already filled with twisted ideas about what they could do to this classy lady. Despite looking like a doll, Katrina had managed to take an admirable amount of people down. In the end though, the sheer number of her enemies inevitably suppressed the girl’s little resistance. If it weren’t for the witch’s orders, they wouldn’t have bothered with all the chains and restraints. They would have just gotten what they wanted from the girl, and ended her young life right there without comprehending who she really was.

Even the expressionless gray eyes of the cold witch shined for a brief moment upon recognizing one of the victims her minions shoved onto the floor before her. “No sign of the king.” One of the bandits reported. In no case, Alanna knew that the ruler of the kingdom wouldn’t leave her dear daughter chained up like this. He must have been missing from the castle. However, it didn’t matter when the witch had what he valued the most in her grasp. Although Alanna was a shell of her former self, the princess was careful enough to identify her. The years hadn’t been gentle on the witch. The dark arts she practiced had eaten most of her from inside. “Do you know this wench?” The same bandit looked at his mistress.

“Take the rest away!” Alanna ordered her followers without a clear answer. Other women except Katrina were dragged across the room like worthless sacks. Their cries kept breezing until the bandits moved them out. Concerning noises of their fine clothing getting torn into pieces rang in the halls. After all the merciless killing, the lowly bandits now sounded to have a good time. Still breathing women of the keep became their war trophies. Constant pleading and screams reflected their unpleasant fate. Most of them ended up on top of a brigand’s cock.

In the meantime, the witch grabbed a fistful of Katrine’s well-groomed hair. “Monster?” She dragged the girl on the cold floor. “Magic is evil. It’s monstrosity! This is what they told me, why I’m banished.” Alanna sat the princess’ chin on the throne. “Now you’re surprised?” The angered witch raised the girl’s head up, only to bang it back into the seat.

 

[LizBound]

(damn sorry work's been a bitch... writing asap)

 

[LizBound]

Katrina watched the people of the castle dragged away. Servents, maids. Sime of them she considered friends. This was awful, terrible. How could this have happened?

As the witch grabbed her hair and pulled her, she screamed in pain. she winced as she was pushed down her head banging into the seat. The chains were heavy and made it hard to fight, or even to help herself keep any semblence of control over her movement.

"Ahh.... Goddess!" she exclaimed. Then she turned to look ver her shoulder at the witch.

"Alanna.. I know you're angry, I would be too. But if you're angry with father... with me even, then why punish the innocent? these people.." she nodded her headin the direction where the castle staff had been dragged away. "They've done nothing to you. Please let them go! there is no need to add suffering to innocents."

 

[WaveVelour]

Maybe only half of her body was hers now, as the witch lost the other half which became a vessel for dark magic. Something she had to embrace many years ago, when she took an oath for revenge. Anger was pretty much the only emotion she could channel now. The woman whom Katrina tried to reason with, she was no longer the same girl she once knew. Back then, she was about the same age as the princess today.

Yanking on her fiery hair, Alanna tilted the woman’s head up so that she could look down at her pretty face. “War finds innocent as much as it finds the guilty, Princess.” The witch pulled the young princess back, dropping the girl on her back. Where her little hands and feet were restrained from behind with a pair of connected shackles like that, it must have been an uncomfortable position too. “You don’t worry about the rabbit when you hunt it, do you?” In her eyes, the bandits had the right to claim the residents of the keep as a trophy.

Funnily, while she talked about innocence, the princess didn’t look the part, at all. While in such a teasing outfit, it was hard to. It didn’t matter if it was unintentional. Alanna sunk to her knees next to the princess. “Besides, you talk of innocence?” To emphasize Katrina’s sinful looks, she placed one hand on the girl’s flat belly. Her fingers brushed the texture of her corset, slowly drifting up her body and finally cupping one of her firm breasts which looked like they were about to pop from their tight confinement. “Did I interrupt something?” She asked meaningfully as her cold fingers wandered around the girl’s fine form.

 

[LizBound]

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Katrina hissed. “There was a state function, I’m sure you can remember how it goes. Fancy dresses and dancing, and everyone done up to the nines. You think I’d wear my hunting leathers under fifty gold Regals worth of silk and lace? All the girls wear undergarment’s like this, and the only reason your guards caught me like this was because that’s then the bloody well attacked. I was just getting changed!”

Katrina glared, and then winced at the uncomfortable position she was in.

“What are your intentions?” she said, “I’m not dead, so you must feel you have some use for me, I’m not sure what you hope to achieve.”

 

[WaveVelour]

As far as Alanna was concerned, this was the perfect analogy for the women of royalty. Haughty sluts under the wide dresses they loved so much to wear. Grandiose balls, fancy dresses and posh chatters in gardens were deeply buried in the past for the witch. Even back in the day, albeit being in the council, she was never truly royalty. And she definitely didn’t have a maiden attending her, helping her with laces of a corset.

Against the princess’ little outburst Alanna kept it quiet, not caring much for Katrina’s dress code the bold princess was most likely forced to follow. “Oh, I have many uses for you.” Alanna slipped one of her cold hands under the redhead’s corset. The piece was just as tight as it looked around the girl’s gorgeous chest. The witch could hardly make some space under it for her hand to cup a firm breast. “Here’s one!” Alanna exclaimed.

Pulling her hand out of that tight place, the witch rolled the girl to her side. She firmly closed her hand around the longitudinal chain that linked the two sets of shackles. The chain began to heat up with the witch’s touch, glowing in an orange hue, and breaking off shortly after. With that, Alanna rose to her feet, grabbing a fistful of copper hair. She dragged the charming princess across the floor until she spotted a large wooden table.

“Up!” She demanded. Pulling the girl from her hair, Alanna bent the girl over the table.

 

[LizBound]

Katrina gasped in horror as the witch pushed her chilled hand into her undergarmants.

"Ugh..." she winced and looked away as the woman groped her breast.

"You're disgusting." Katrina spat. But she was silenced by the sudden and blatant use of magic. There it was real magic. She knew it existed, she'd seen tiny glamours cast by faeries, and she'd seen an illusionist conjour flowers and sparkles in the air on a trip to the Duchy of Dranmoore where magic was more accepted. But this was control of the elements, and it brought Katrina up short.

She didn't struggle as she was pulled to the table and bent over it. Against the dark arts, what could she do except bide her time and hope an opportunity presented itself to win her freedom? Then she'd show the witch the power of an ash shaft and a steel arrowhead.

 

[WaveVelour]

While her minions were busy attending the rest of the residents of the castle, Alanna had trained her eyes on the grand price. She doubted that she was alone in her desire to explore the tempting curves of the princess, although she was the only person who was both bold and powerful enough to accomplish such an enticing task. Unlike the boys who dreamed about the girl though, it wasn’t really affection or love that fueled her ill intensions on the princess, but the things she represented.

“Disgusting?” The witch repeated the young woman’s words. “Did you think you were untouchable?” To prove her wrong, Alanna grasped her royal rear. “Above anyone else?” To emphasize her words more, her fingers tightened around the girl’s cheek in a mild squeeze. “Your kingdom will fall!” The strict witch gave the round butt in her grasp a nice shake to represent the kingdom’s instability under her raid.

Her chill fingers relaxed after that, and flew down the pleasing curve of the girl’s firm bottom. “And when there is no kingdom to be the princess of, I’ll give you a new role at my feet.” Alanna tucked one delicate finger under one of the tight straps that supported Katrina’s fine stocking, stretching it out as far as the material allowed.

“Got it, kitten?” The witch snapped the strained strap back against the redhead’s soft thigh.