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darkest_fate

machina erotica
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"Who's left now?" demanded the woman perched on the throne. She dangled a scepter between fine fingers, giving it a slight twirl occasionally. It was certainly an improvement over the small wand they'd given her as "court magician." Oh yes, that career worked perfectly, right until those fools had crossed the line, had done the inexcusable and started questioning her methods. Now they would learn the folly of their ways in the great beyond.

"Most of the supporters have been placate or eliminated," responded a soldier. Young. easy to mold, as Azalea preferred all her associates. Not exactly her type though, as he had certain... equipment issues. He'd due in a pinch though.

"Good, good," she said. Azalea hopped from the throne, grinning. That had been the plan, to eliminate the royals and set herself up as the new ruler. Should work well enough too, especially with the next stage of her plan. Which reminded the witch...

she turned to the soldier. "Where's the princess?"

The soldier shifted, licking his lips. Doubtless he'd heard the rumors about Azalea's... habits. How she had a tendency toward taking pretty maids and making them, well, less maidenly. She couldn't help it if they were oh so delicious, oh so tantalizing, and that they screamed oh so well. and to think that things were going to get even better in mere moments.

"She's awaiting judgment in the dungeon, per your request," he replied.

Azalea grinned. The dungeon. That cold, dank, soulless pit that she'd personally improved over her short term here. The king and queen had protested that too, not seeing why such a peaceful kingdom needed such a place. especially not seeing why such a place needed the various things that Azalea had sent down there. Should work well for her now.

"Good," the witch said. She took a few steps toward the soldier, lightly tapping him with the scepter and muttering words. "Now go have yourself a good time."

Another bewitching smile, and the new ruler of the kingdom strolled through her halls. Past her treasures, pausing to wave at her servants. One or two caught her eye, but there would be time for them later. A greater treasure yet awaited her.

Finally, the witch reached the dungeon. she waved aside the dutiful keepers, both as young and malleable as her new captain. A muttered command to leave, and both would wait silently at the entrance, blissfully unaware of anything else that would occur inside. No good having things interrupted, after all. Then the witch strolled through the dank halls, still waving her wand. A cheerful little tune started from her, her clear voice humming it as she approached the cell, stopping to look through the bars at the princess within.

"Enjoying your stay, your majesty?" called the witch. She placed a hand upon one hip, jauntily tilting it to the side as she leaned forward. Her turquoise hair almost seemed to flicker in the dim lights, and her toothy smile would look ravishing under any circumstances, certainly. the position had to help display certain... other features. Now the witch tapped the bars with her scepter. "I trust things have gone well? No complaints?"

A pause, and she grinned at her captive.

OoC: okay, they are seriously not all going to be this large. Has to do with setting the scene and all ><
 
The princess, Amy, looked up at the woman with weak eyes, wanting both to sob openly and break out of her cage and throttle her. What kind of person could do all this? Her country had been completely torn up, her parents both dead, and her own self roughed up and stuck in her own country's dungeon. She eventually broke a bit, unable to keep up the energy needed to openly defy this woman. She'd been without food for a while now, and couldn't keep back the pathetic whimper that passed her lips. "Wh-Why...? Why couldn't you just kill me too? What do you get out of keeping me stuck in here?" She shivered a little, her head drooping slightly. It didn't help that it was also freezing in the dungeon... It was pretty obvious she was having a miserable time, so she didn't bother answering the actual questions she'd been asked.
 
Three sentences in and already Azalea wanted nothing more than to end this here and now. But the temptation of princess Amy still lay there, and Azalea's hungry eyes went to her, her smile becoming something more evil.

"Well, it just so happens that I want to be on the throne, legitimately. Saves all the hassle of rebellions and such. So you know what the easiest way of doing that is?" the witch paused, smiling, "by having you support me! But, of course, we have to make sure you're... amendable to such things."

The witch paused, tapping the bars again with her scepter, the very one she'd taken from Amy's deceased parents. "Tell me, princess, are you going to be amiable to my desires? Or are we going to have to play a little rough?"
 
She drank in this devious plan for a few moments, her eyes widening with surprise - moreso at her sheer wherewithal than her actual plan. Did she honestly believe that Amy would stand behind her on this?? This was the woman who had killed her only family in the world and had her chained up out of the way and starved. It was only a few more moments before she was shaking her head, showing resolve for the first time in a while. "N-No, not a chance... I'll... I'll die before I betray the memory of my parents and actually help you take over this country..." Still, she wasn't even able to stare the witch down, instead feeling compelled to stare hard at the hay-strewn floor. Oh god, why did I just say that?? Now she's definitely going to kill me! Then... why do I get the feeling something much worse is coming?
 
"No you won't, because you'll find that you really don't want to," explained Azalea, her voice patient, the tone one would use when explaining something overly simplistic to a child. The witch sighed, shifting the scepter to under the crook of her arm. She moved to the door of the cell, making quick work of the lock and darting inside. Again she smiled at the princess, this time taking a step toward the girl. Such a lovely body Amy had. Shame for it to be hurt in some way.

"Tell me, Amy," began the witch. She tapped the princess once on the chest with the scepter. "Just how many of those dashing young lads of the court did you entertain when mommy and daddy weren't looking? a ballpark number will due just fine; you don't have to be exact."

OoC: are you adverse toward Az using magic on Amy of some kind? Maybe something to excite or something to bind? she is a witch, after all...
 
((Not at all, that's half the reason I like having magic in roleplays. Keeps things interesting in and out of the bedroom as well as making things more varied in general))

She quickly looked to the side, her face turning a vibrant red. However, this wasn't because the witch had hit the nail on the head, by any means. In fact, she was totally off the mark. "None, actually..." She bit her lower lip, unsure she wanted to divulge so much information to this creature. But she certainly also didn't want her running around calling her a whore in so many words. She most certainly wasn't a harlot! But neither was she completely pure. She did have a tendency to run around behind her parents' backs. It's just that she preferred to do it with some of the castle's maidstaff... Did Azalea already know?? Maybe she was baiting her.
 
"Hmmm, none of those strapping lads, you say?" cooed Azalea. She began subtly casting magic, moving behind Amy's back. Slowly the chains on the wall began to edge toward the princess, moving like snakes. "That's rather unusual, pretty girl like yourself. You know what though..."

Azalea moved to stand directly behind Amy, leaning over the girl's shoulder to whisper in her ear. "The maids talk, dear. They talk a lot when you're pressing them against a wall and fucking them hard, your hand on their breasts, your mouth pressed against their neck," the witch paused to press her lips against Amy's neck in a hot kiss, "and quite a few commented on your coy little kisses. I think I even had to finish off one or two for you."

the chains finally drew near, and they began to slowly work around Amy. While they moved, the witch manipulated more subtle magics, working the girl's natural bodily arousal. Doubtless Amy's mind didn't wish copulation, but soon enough her body would begin to react.l
 
The princess was hardly even aware of what was happening, with the chains, with her body, but she could sense by the way the witch talked that she was fully aware about the truth of her secret meetings. Her face began to burn all the harder as she felt the words hit her ear. She was teasing her, calling her out. She shook her head slowly, wanting to deny it - but unable to make the words come out.

But finally she could feel her senses taking in different things. More chains were coiling around her body, and the witch was cruelly taking advantage of her while she was unable to do anything. She wriggled and squirmed and tried to move away as she touched and kissed her, but to no avail. She was stuck taking all this in. And worse, her body was reacting to it - and quite passionately it seemed... "N-No... Just... Just kill me, o-or free me in the wilds... Not this..."
 
"Oh no, my dear princess, just this," insisted the witch. Azalea let one hand move to Amy's front, pulling the girl close, pressing against her. the hand moved along the princess's torn dress, drawing slow circles. Meanwhile the witch's mouth moved to place another kiss along the trapped girl's neck, pausing to smile and move aside hair.

"You're going to enjoy this. Why bother fighting it anyway? We both know you'd prefer my touch over some handsome prince. And I need your help. so simple, that," she paused, her mouth hovering just over Amy's ear, breath hot. the witch moved to kiss along the princess's cheek, little light pecks. She hesitated when she reached the edge of Amy's lips, just touching there. Not yet, not that.

Azalea let her hand roam the girl's body, feeling the curves that would be hers in just moments. Ah, those sweet, delicious curves, that body just ripe for the plucking. "So, dear sweet Amy, how many of those serving maids did you fully enjoy, hmm? Or did you keep that precious chastity of yours?"

Her hand went to the princess's lower belly, just hinting at traveling further down. The chains had now moved to bind the princess in her upright position, not quite harming her, just ensuring that struggling free or attempting to harm the witch would be quite impossible. And all the while Azalea smiled.
 
The princess was becoming so distracted that it wasn't until she tried to squirm away from the hand that traveled lower along her front that she realized she was now effectively trapped. Again, she felt this weird conflict between her mind and her body. As far as her mind was concerned, this was quite possibly the worst thing that could happen to her. The very woman who had killed her father and mother, and ruined her life, was now planning to essentially rape her against her will while she was chained in the dungeon.

But her body cried out for more! This witch was teasing her, prodding her for vile information and promising to give her exactly what she wanted and needed. And she was quite good at it too, it seemed, down to the way she breathed against her ear while whispering sweet nothings. It seemed so much easier to just do as she was told, to give in and let it happen. It would feel good, even if it felt repulsive at the same time. But if she caved in here, it would surely mean that she would continue to cave in in the future until she had no choice but to give her assistance to her. "Don't... Don't touch me... It's not right, and I won't help you!" She bit her lip and blushed, knowing full well this was a weak argument given her current position. How long could she really last like this?
 
Oh that delicious squirming and moving. The girl's lips may protest, but her body certainly knew what it wanted, and it craved the witch's touch. the subtle proddings of magic and the carefully worded questions and words had to help that along. Even as the princess protested, Azalea moved to breath in the other girl's ear.

The witch laughed at Amy's argument, the sound low. She leaned against the girl again. "Not right? Like all those dalliances you had with the castle staff? Or how your body wants this now? If it's not right, it's certainly good, isn't it? You should just give in, Amy. It will be," she moved to kiss the princess's jaw, "So much sweeter if you do."

With that, Azalea nipped at Amy's ear, before her hands again dove to the princess's front. This time there was decidedly less teasing and taunting. The ragged dress was raised, bunched with one hand. the other dove between the princess's legs, pressing hard, nearly cramming the girl against Azalea's body.

"You haven't answered any of my questions either, naughty thing. Just how many playmates have you had? tell me, or things are going to get much, much worse for you."
 
She continued to shut her eyes tight, obviously trying to shut out all those soft-spoken, low words that only pushed her arousal further. She was still trembling impressively as her dress was hiked up roughly. She heard the threat and realized that this woman was definitely willing to follow through on it. She couldn't even decide what "worse" would be, but she knew she didn't want to find out. So after a moment's thought and a deep breath, she opened her eyes and spoke, her face reddening. "Five... Five different maids... The first was my own personal handmaiden. But she eventually grew tired of me and asked to be moved to a different assignment. But word of my activity reached other girls and they all came to me. I-I... They enjoyed the fact that, for a few hours, they stopped being maids and could actually take command of the high and mighty princess..." She looked away, shaking her head. She couldn't believe she just admitted that.

That was half the reason that so many came her way. She liked being "taken" in the bedroom. The maids liked the sense of revenge it gave them, some time to be the one in a powerful position.
 
"Five?" repeated Azalea, her surprise showing in her voice. "Five different maids have shared your bed? Not such an innocent, blushing flower, are we. And we like to give over control too, do we? Well, that should work out perfectly for us, shouldn't it, pretty little Amy? You lost control when your parents lost the throne."

the witch bent now, her lips going to Amy's throat. The witch began to hungrily kiss and nibble the flesh there, teasing it. Her hand dropped the dress, though the other still rubbed against her.

"Tell me, Amy. What do you like? What did you have these servant maids, these poor innocent girls do to you? Hmm?" She grinned for a few moments, before she returned to kissing and suckling the girl's neck.
 
Again, the conflict raged within her as she explained herself further. She could no longer tell if she was avoiding punishment or doing it for a reward. Perhaps both? "I... I... I took some of the chains from the dungeon. We don't... um, d-didn't use it much, so they weren't missed. I would have them cuff me to my bed and... Well... you know." She obviously was not adept at the art of talking about private matters. It wasn't right for a princess. Not that this stopped her from engaging in other disapproved activities. Why am I telling her all this?? Is that what I want from her too? This depraved woman??
 
The conflict became evident. Doubtless Amy's parents had taught her not to express her private life. That such things were for the bedroom only, to be kept between lovers. another little barrier to be casually knocked over, much as Amy was doing now. she flicked her fingers, summoning a little more magic, working the girl.

"Chains, you say? so, this is so very much like your little fantasies, isn't it? A beautiful woman taking control of you, dominating over you," Azalea kissed the soft flesh between words, slowly walking around her bond captive. Soon the witch stood grinning before Amy. She pressed against the girl, moving to kiss the girl's neck again.

"So, Amy. What did you have the girls do to you when they chained you up? Did you enjoy having their fingers in you?" Azalea pressed her hand against the entrance to Amy's sex. "Did you let them touch your breasts?" her hand fluttered across Amy's still covered breasts. One nail snagged the fabric, tearing it slightly. "Or did you perhaps let them use little toys on you? Tell me, Amy. Let me know your darkest desires, your most hidden wants..."
 
She wondered if maybe she'd been hit by a truth spell or something, because the words now spilled out of her as the witch continued to tease it out of her. "It sometimes varied. My handmaiden was much more gentle, simply chaining me because I requested it... The next liked to use, um, toys on me - phalluses, paddles... The girl after was more fond of pain, even using her own nails or hair pins. Carol was the fourth, she was much more tender, but she liked to be more vocally dominant as well, even making me call her "Goddess". The last loved spanking... I... I enjoyed it all..."

She could feel herself beginning to tear up a little as she finished her story. Now the witch knew her deepest secrets and desires, and would likely use all these against her. If she wasn't ready to submit yet, she would before long. Her body could easily control her mind with the right leverage.
 
The magics, words, and touches had worked their combined will. Now Azalea knew all that had worked on Amy, had driven the princess mad with desire. She would use that, and more, against the princess now, bending the girl to her will. To think that it had been that easy, that the princess would naturally submit. Just thinking of it made the witch smile. Oh, if her parents could see her now.

"Good, good," cooed Azalea. "you're quite good at telling me everything, aren't you dear princess? Well, as I am your new goddess, you can certainly begin calling me that. You shall need something to shout when the time comes."

The witch moved to the front of the girl. Again she called the scepter with her hand, toying with the sign of royal power. This she tapped against Amy's chest, touching the neckline. Slowly, the witch tore down the princess's fine dress, shredding the delicate fabric. Soon the girl would be standing only in her lacy undergarments, whatever she'd chosen to wear on that fateful day. Azalea tore and shredded the last bits of dress, admiring her new plaything, noting the markings already reddening on the girl's neck.
 
The princess could only watch in aroused horror as the witch - or rather, her Goddess - tore at the last of her beautiful dress until only her more private clothing choice remained visible. She stood there awkwardly, no longer sure what to say or do with herself. She could hardly complain, seeing how obvious it was she liked it. She was not yet ready to encourage her with a smile or a nod, if only because she was still somewhat distraught. So she stared hard at the floor, simply waiting for whatever was to come, feeling her body burn away with passion. Azalea seemed content to draw this out to a maddening degree, letting the princess stew in her own growing excitement and embarrassment.
 
the witch let out just a few more tendrils of magic, and she began humming. So much to do to this girl. She'd drawn out the mental anguish now, coupled with very light bodily touches. Time to go all out, let the princess know who was in charge.

The witch stepped forward, a hand jerking Amy's face up. As soon as the princess was level with the witch, the latter dove in, driving her lips against Amy's, forcing the kiss from her. She slid her tongue into the captive's mouth, swirling. As her tongue worked, Azalea's hands moved. Again she went to Amy's sex, this time caressing it. Her fingers curled, feeling the heat, knowing the girl had already begun to be aroused. The witch pressed fingers against her, jamming the undergarment along the sex, rubbing intensely along it, drawing it out.

"You feel it now, Amy. Let your Goddess know it, that your body feels it," she said, breaking lip contact> She leaned in to the woman, pressing her own breasts against her captive's. "And don't lie to me .I'll know."
 
She only let about five seconds of resistance happen before finally parting her lips as well. She had no chance. The moment that hand hit her pussy, rubbing through her lingerie, she was finally sold. She even allowed herself to let out a rather loud moan in response to the sudden jump in attention. She even started kissing her back, swirling her tongue around a bit.

She listened carefully to what Azalea told her, nodding slowly, moaning again as she kept playing her most sacred zone. And in the end, she knew there was only one thing to do to save herself any last-minute trouble. Giving in would be the best option, and she had to prove it. "Y-Yes, Goddess..." It was all she had to say to show that she understood the situation. The best she could hope for now was that her own desires would be fulfilled in the process. After all, wasn't that what she'd whispered to all those lovers - that the only thing she really wanted was to not have to be "the princess" any more, to just be someone else's toy, with no power to deal with? This was her chance.
 
Those walls of resistance were crumbling. Azalea could feel the girl's pulsing need, calling to her. The princess apparently had hidden kinks, ones that the witch had found and were now working beautifully. the time for clever words had passed. Now the only thing Azalea wanted to hear were the pleased noises of her captive, letting the world know who had done this to her, who would lord over her from now on.

The witch's mouth again descended on Amy's. Their tongues battled for moments as the witch's lips drew dominance from the girl, feeling her whimpers and moans of desire against their lips. The witch's hand began to feverishly work along Amy's nether lips then, darting along the lingerie, teasing and prodding. Finally it darted up, sliding to the edge, only to dive in. The witch moved off Amy's lips, moving to kiss down the captive's neck, the path toward the princess's breasts becoming evident. The fingers had reached bare flesh, those parted sexual nether lips below, and they began to work and flick.
 
This was the only thing that Amy occasionally hated about her own kinky fetish. It left her feeling powerless, yes, but it also meant she couldn't necessarily participate. She tugged at the chains, occasionally struggling just enough to make things interesting. And when she finally realized what it likely was the witch wanted, she decided her best bet was again, just to get it over with and give it to her. She had crumbled too much already, there was no fixing this situation. She let a moan escape past her lips as Azalea started kissing lower along her body, obviously aiming for her breasts. She was striking all her erogenous zones hard, wanting to control her body - and she was certainly succeeding. She threw her head back, letting out another moan. "Y-Yessss... Oh, Goddess... I will support you, the country is yours... Make me all yours" Just then she felt those fingers enter her and start playing around inside her body, immediately pushing her all the closer to an orgasm.
 
I will support you. The country is yours. Just the words that Azalea wanted to here. Time to grant the princess just what she asked for: that sweet release. One last spell needed to be cast, however, and that was aimed at Amy's breasts.

The witch lowered her mouth to the princess's breasts, her tongue swirling around the nipple, wetting the fabric. She kissed the flesh, moving to take the nipple between her teeth, rolling the tender bit along, nearly grinding at the flesh. Her tongue continued to lap and flick between clenched teeth. The witch would bit down on Amy's nipple, draw it up, and flick her tongue across the nub. And the spell that she'd cast caused the exact same feelings to be mimicked along the second breast, and wetness spread along that nipple as well.

As her mouth worked, so did Azalea's hands. One dove into Amy's sodden sex, the fingers flicking about, testing the walls and prodding the flesh. The witch left the girl's fancy, expensive lingerie on, having added plans along those lines. It wasn't as if she needed to remove them to grant Amy release: a lesson the other girl needed to learn. Finally, the witch found Amy's engorged clit, and began rolling that in fingers, smiling around the nipple in her mouth.
 
It was only around the time that she felt the exact same attention being given to both of her nipples at the same time that the princess realized that the witch must have been using her magic to her advantage in more ways than one. She let out a loud moan, almost a kind of cry, as it occurred to her that this might very well have been part of the reason she slipped so easily. But it also occurred to her that it was just as much due to how different she was - or at least, how horny she was, if she were being realistic.

She continued to let her head roll back, her eyes closing tightly as she was finally pushed right up against the edge of orgasm. And when those fingers took up her clit and began rolling it like that, it was more than enough to push her right over the edge and into a very powerful orgasm. This had to be the strongest she'd ever experienced, even compared to all those maids that she had in her bedroom. Her body actually shook with the power of it, and when it ended, she could only collapse against her chains and sigh softly, both ashamed and contented.
 
The witch could only smile wider as she felt the princess's body climax. she could feel the girl buck and writhe beneath her touch, the intense pleasures overwhelming her senses, driving her wild. the witch continued her ministrations throughout the climax, drawing it out further, making it stronger and stronger. It should wrack the girl's body as the words had wracked the girl's mind, leaving her no choice.

Indeed, that seemed to be the case, for now the princess hung there, her classy lingerie stained with the signs of her own orgasm, her flesh aglow with post-coital bliss. Azalea licked her fingers, smiling at her new prize.

"That was quite good, little Amy. Your goddess is pleased," the witch laughed a little to herself. She moved forward, reaching for the top of Amy's lingerie. "You ruined your pretty little clothes though. Such a wicked, naughty princess you are. Cum's leaking through all that. How am I supposed to give you pretty things to wear if you're just going to ruin them? That's hardly royal behavior. but it's quite fitting for a little puppet. That's what you are, Amy, a puppet. and you'll dance on my strings."

the witch snapped her fingers, her magic summoning something that she'd placed in the dungeon earlier. At first glance, it appeared to be little more than a black silk choker. A silver charm, looking something like a lock, hung from the center of it. the witch held it up for the princess to admire.

"You're going to wear this,' she explained, "at all times. I've enchanted the stone, you see. It will give me complete control over you, whenever i wish. I could snap my fingers, and you would climax. With something like this, why, I could even kill you. and you know what?" she smiled, dangling it before Amy. "you're going to put it on of your free will. Give yourself to me, princess, and begin your new life."

The witch then snapped her fingers again, the chains releasing. Amy had no hope of overpowering the witch, no hope of escaping. there had barely been a chance before the girl had been sexed, and surely now it would be impossible.

There was only one real choice.
 
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