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Puppet Princess {Fate & billiam}

((By the by, I hope I'm not posting too little for you. I'm enjoying this roleplay, but after about two paragraphs I usually burn out...))

All the girl could really do in response to the situation was to stand there, hanging limp against the chains. That, and listen to the witch's little speech. She could hardly speak to defend herself, but she wasn't sure she'd do it anyway. Everything she was saying was true, and to her mind, this included the fact that she was such a "bad, naughty girl". It was just her nature, she enjoyed being talked down to like this. And the witch was certainly better at it than any of her past lovers had been.

So she was surprised, if not somewhat pleased, when she was presented with this choker that would serve as both a symbol and a literal object of control over her. It was the one thing that the maids had never gone forward with - actually considering the princess an object, a personal possession. It wouldn't have worked with the way things were. But now that everything was destroyed, it was time for Amy to see that this was the only thing she could possibly do. It was all she really wanted in the end. Slowly she wrapped the choker around her neck, wondering if the lock was also functional. Once it was on, it was likely for good. "Th-Thank you, Goddess... It's... beautiful"
 
OoC: don't worry, two paragraphs is more than enough. That's what I usually do, just seems I'm hitting on the longer side of things for this thread.

Azalea watched as the princess hung. She watched the girl take the choker, holding it. It wrapped around the girl's neck, sealing her fate. the magics began to bind the girl, linking her body to Azalea's will. the witch could feel it there, at the edge of her thoughts, waiting for her to just nudge it ever so slightly.

"Good girl, Amy," cooed the witch. She stepped forward, gently caressing Amy's cheek with one hand. The smile spread to Azalea's lips now. Everything had fallen into place so perfectly, and now her new reign would begin. even more enjoyable, she had a new little toy to play with. A snapped finger, and the chains vanished entirely from the room. "Now, you, my dear sweet princess, have already achieve your release. It is time you do the same for your Goddess."

Azalea waved toward the princess, then moved to stand, her legs slightly apart. "Pleasure me."
 
She looked at her with wide eyes, as if this was some sort of surprise. But still, she was right, she'd been given pleasure, it was only fair that she return the favor. And was that not the life of a slave anyways? After another moment or two, she slowly got onto her hands and knees and crawled forward. She was sure Azalea might like a little show, so she started by gently kissing the top of each foot once, then kissing up along her inner thigh. She finally arrived at her crotch and smiled softly, kissing once on the panties covering her pussy.

With that, she leaned up and used her hands to pull down at her panties until they were down around her ankles. Then, the princess leaned in once again and started gently kissing at her pussy, letting her tongue slowly snake its way inside her body and swirl around, getting a taste for her new Goddess. It was certainly nice, that was for sure. Much better than anyone before.
 
That Amy already knew how to serve pleased Azalea. She'd only had to give the tersest of orders, and then found the princess working her. Those lips pressed against Azalea's fine legs, working toward the crotch. Naturally the witch had become aroused, the thrill of taking over Amy coupling with the sheer pleasure of seeing another woman's body climax. When the kiss landed, Azalea smile.

The witch moved, allowing the princess to remove her panties. The princess would find the witch's sex inviting, almost tantalizing. Again, the small tendrils of magic worked to enhance the experience, making the taste sweet upon the princess's lips. She would find no other woman as sweet as her goddess, and Azalea planned for the girl to grow addicted to the taste.

She hissed, reaching down to take Amy's hair in a firm grasp. The witch smiled as she moved, nearly thrusting herself onto the princess. "Yes, that's just what you do, dear Amy. you're a little plaything for me, aren't you? Remember what I said earlier? You need to tell your goddess when you're enjoying yourself."

Azalea waved a hand, and again that scepter appeared, tapping twice on Amy's rear. "Else you shall be punished."
 
The princess squealed just a little bit as she felt herself being tugged and threatened. Of course as she had admitted, she liked spankings and the like, but she got the feeling that her Goddess would likely be much rougher if she were actually punishing her. So she took this to heart and leaned back just a little bit and smiled up at her. "You... You're so delicious my Goddess... I have never tasted anything so sweet" She leaned in and nuzzled her gently again.

She started licking her out more, replacing her words of praise with moans that she hoped carried the same meaning. The simple fact that pleasuring her Mistress would make her moan like this meant she was enjoying herself as much as the witch was.
 
Azalea smiled at the words, more sweet music to her ear. The musings of a well trained toy, saying not only what she wanted her goddess to hear, but what she knew to be true, deep within. Such words, well spoken, were deserving of a reward. the witch prodded the inner bit within her mind that belong to Amy's body, allowing the girl to begin to feel intense pleasure. It would begin to feel as if another orgasm was building, the heat swelling within loins, the breasts throbbing. Usually something like that drove girls even more crazed with pleasure, but the witch added a simple verbal command, "You will not orgasm until I grant you permission to do so, otherwise, well, you know the consequences by now."

Then the witch simply gave herself to her own feelings. Amy proved to be quite adept at licking another woman, arousing one with the tongue. Azalea moaned with pleasure, thrusting her hips against her playtoys. Girl-cum began to leak from between her lips, arousal building deep within. the witch hissed with pleasure, her toes curling as she threw her head back. Most lovely.
 
Princess Amy was now doubly engaged in the moment. She was not only getting addicted to the liquid pouring from between her Mistress' thighs, but she was also being supported with more burning between her own. She moaned passionately inbetween each lick as more and more of Azalea's juices seeped into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but some of it still dribbled down her face as she licked deeper and deeper, sometimes stopping to focus on her clit, suckling it gently, even nibbling it a little with her teeth.

As Amy became more clouded by her own desire and arousal, she worried less and less about her life before. It was almost as if she was starting to not care about what had happened to her parents. She could only focus on her own feelings and making sure her Goddess was happy.
 
"Mmm, yes, my dear princess, that is, that is just what your goddess wants," moaned Azalea. Her own lust began to come through now. It had been some time since she'd been pleasured like this. the king and queen hadn't approved of Azalea taking unwilling servants, especially not the ones that were apparently Amy's leftovers. Now though, both were dead, and their daughter lay between Azalea's legs now, lapping up those addictive juices.

the witch shuddered, the thought of her success adding to her arousal. She could feel it building, swelling deep within, wanting nothing more than to come out. and from such an attentive little servant. Yes, time to make the bonding actualized, to claim more of the girl. Without warning, the witch waved her hand, using magic and the choker to pull Amy up. The witch immediately wound her arms around the other girl, and began thrusting their hips together, jamming aroused sex against aroused sex. Those juices that Amy had become so addicted to would now smear over the girl's crotch. The witch's lips demanded kisses of the princesses, and her hands wound through hair, cramming bodies together. the purpose was clear: the witch wanted to use the princess as a tool to get off, to tie her body even more to her.

That both would undergo extreme orgasms in the process was icing. Azalea could feel her own building, thundering inside her, and she thrust hard against the princess, whispering harshly: "Cum first."
 
She had become so engrossed in the process that being suddenly yanked up and pulled into a powerful kiss with hands flying everywhere over each other's bodies seemed to come out of nowhere, almost shocking the teen. She quickly fell right back into the rhythm and kissed her Goddess back passionately, running her hands over the witch's ass liberally. Then she suddenly heard the command hit her ear. It seemed almost... wrong. To her transforming mind, it made more sense to let the one in control get the first orgasm. But she wasn't about to disobey an order, so she allowed herself to let go a little and just enjoy the feelings hit her body. This quickly pushed her over the edge into her second powerful orgasm of the day. She cried out loudly, her voice bouncing off the walls of the dungeon.
 
For the witch, the first orgasm would show a sign of weakness, and she fully intended to use that bit against the princess... as soon as she rode the tide of her own orgasm to its end. Her lips mashed against the princess's as Amy cried her joy, muffling the sound for a few seconds, only to release with a cry of her own. the witch screamed her pleasure, her body thrashing against the princess's as they smeared one another with their sexual fluids. Azalea rode her climax for some time, rubbing violently against Amy, shoving the girl against her and rocking the teen up and down along the slickened body, soaking the princess with the cum and juices of the witch as well as the princess's own fluids.

Eventually, the intense orgasm subsided. Azalea dropped Amy, almost violently, and took a step back, looking down at the princess. "You're weak, Amy," she smiled. "Such a weak creature could never be more than a princess, a pretty little puppet princess for a witch. You'll never go back to the life you had, where you didn't cum solely because another woman told you to. Tell me, little girl," Azalea leaned down, "how does it make you feel, knowing that should i command it again, you will experience another of those great eruptions?"
 
In a flash, the moment ended and Amy was left lying on the floor. Her breathing had become heavy, and somewhere in the midst of it all her remaining wardrobe (if it could be called that) was even more torn than before, nearly falling off. She looked up at the witch with knowing, heavy eyes and then, almost immediately, cast them down at the floor again. The words hit her ears like explosions, digging into any last sense of pride or hope she might have been clinging to.

"I-I feel... dirty, Goddess... And.... hopeless... You own me, I know it now... Even without the collar you own me completely. I'm your puppet, yours to do with as you please from now on..." She bit her lower lip and felt a few tears well up, unsure whether she was totally upset or also perhaps somewhat elated by her current predicament. "But I am glad to be of service. You are so beautiful, and your taste is without compare. I am so happy to be allowed to call you my Goddess"
 
"you should feel that way, dear Amy. i do own you. I own your kingdom, your body, your mind, and your very soul. You live and breath for my pleasure now. Should that cease, well, it won't, will it?" a cruel smile spread the witch's lips, but she moved toward the princess anyway. Reaching down, she took the girl's hand, lifting her to a position, fully standing before her.

"It pleases your goddess to have such a willing, lovely slave as yourself. And lovely, obedient slaves deserve to be rewarded, wouldn't you say? I'm going to take you back above, where you will be pampered. Your beauty will be enhanced and you will be given the finest in perfumes and ointments. For you see, I want my pretty to be quite pretty," Azalea moved to touch the princess's hair, as if contemplating it. She let it go, instead reaching down for the girl's hand. "Now, you're going to come with me, and we're going to walk upstairs now."

She then began walking, not giving Amy a chance to resist. the witch set a fairly fast pace as well, seeming almost energized by the recent coupling. As she moved toward the exit of the dungeon, she called for the guards to return. As they did, they saw their princess: soaked with sexual juices, smelling of sex, and wearing ragged clothing. Azalea somehow managed to look perfect, every inch the dominating ruler.

"Princess Amy wishes to privately acknowledge me as the new ruler," explained the witch, tugging the girl forward. "We'll have a public ceremony soon."

the two guards stared at the princess, one obviously leering at her body.
 
Amy hardly had time to let sink in what she'd just openly admitted to before she was pulled up to her feet. She stood close to Azalea and listened with growing eagerness to the promises she was making - and really it sounded nice. Sure, she technically had all those things when she was still in power. But somehow it seemed so much more worth it when that was all she really had to do in life - be beautiful and please her Goddess.

She walked alongside her, trying not to stumble as she rushed to the entrance of the dungeon. She felt her confidence drain some as the door opened and two guards appeared. She suddenly felt her face grow incredibly hot incredibly fast. These two men would be more than capable of seeing what had gone on between the two during the past hour or so - but more than that, they were able to see how far the princess had fallen in so little time. She stared hard at the floor, nodding in agreement as Azalea explained what had been discussed between the two of them, not wanting to make eye contact with either of the two now-excited guards. Hopefully her Goddess would also protect her. Just because she submitted to her didn't mean she wanted anyone else to use her.
 
Azalea laughed at Amy's discomfort, pulling the girl out to display her body for the two men. "Makes you hard just looking, doesn't it boys? I"m afraid I'm going to have to tell you that your sweet little princess is a pussy-licking lesbian. That's right, she enjoys the girls, touching and kissing her."

Azalea moved to kiss Amy's neck, moving to tug the choker and show where she'd left her mark earlier. This did little to diminish the arousal of the two men, as they could picture at least the basics of what had just gone on below. Clearly the sexy witch had taken their little princess and made the royal into some kind of plaything. As these two had obviously eagerly joined Azalea's cause in the first place, they were hardly about to complain.

The witch nodded to them both, then began leading the girl down the halls, not avoiding people in the slightest as she headed for the royal chambers. "I shall send up some women to bathe you, and you'll enjoy telling them just how wonderful your Goddess is. They'll clean every inch of you, and pamper you like the good toy that you are. Oh, I might have to add a few more markings; I'm not certain the choker is enough," the witch tugged at the choker, smiling. "Tell me, princess, what type of adornment would you fancy? Some symbols along your flesh, embedded through magic? Or perhaps some glistening jewelry piercing your tender flesh in a few places," the witch fluttered her hand over the princess's stomach and breasts, laughing slightly. no telling if she would even follow through on her promises, or if she was merely doing more mental damage to the poor princess.
 
Just in case the guards got any funny ideas and thought maybe this was a lie, she quickly followed her Mistress' lead and wrapped her arms around her tightly, moaning dramatically as she was kissed and fondled again. She actually kind of enjoyed the way they watched and obviously enjoyed it. But before long they were on their way again. She listened to her Goddess' promises and actually took some time to think this over for a while. It was a big question to someone like her.

"Well, I think some piercings really would be nice... Especially... y'know, my nipples and even my... my clit... I'd be happy to wear magic-made alterations or a number of tattoos if you wished me to, Goddess." She found the idea of being changed in small ways until she almost didn't resemble her old self to be strangely arousing. "Also, maybe some matching cuffs on my wrists and ankles would be sexy as well. And perhaps some outfits that look like the kind of thing a royal slave would wear... Like those concubines in harems from the East"
 
"Yes, we wouldn't want you to look like the princess of your old life, now would we?" teased Azalea. As she walked further toward their goal, she studied her captive. Beautiful, yes, but still obviously someone who could pass for a princess. She'd have to, from time to time. Most of the foreign dignitaries couldn't find out just yet what had happened. Amy would feed them a story about how her parents had died, and it was only through Azalea's kindness that she could make it through and establish her new kingdom.

"We shall pierce your nipples," decided the witch, speaking loud enough that a passing maid heard. The girl hurriedly walked away, obviously struggling not to pay attention. "I think I shall also add my mark to your fine body. And i agree, cuffs would be most suiting. As for outfits," she smiled then, "I have already prepared some, and they will be waiting for you."

They finally reached their destination and stopped before the royal baths. The doors and the room inside would look no different from before Amy had been enslaved. Again the witch summoned the scepter, and she tapped Amy. "Now, I don't want to waste my time cleaning you; I have actual work that needs doing. There's a kingdom that needs a firm hand. You will submit to these women and allow yourself to be washed. Your choker is not to be removed under any costs. If i find you've removed it, well, you know what I'll say by now."

Azalea smiled, then grabbed the back of Amy's head, pulling her in for a hard kiss. When she pulled back, the witch patted the girl. "Good little toy. Now, head inside and spruce up. When you're finished, we'll begin the alterations for your new life."
 
Amy was in a bit of a daze again by this point as two maids walked up to her, giggling softly. She was a bit too busy trying to picture herself with pierced nipples and marked skin to notice that the two of them had grabbed her by an elbow each and had already flipped her around and started walking her towards the royal bath house. They walked her in to the steaming room and before long had her stripped of the last few bits of clothing except for that choker of hers. Feeling somewhat frisky as well the maids decided to strip too, figuring that they could simply say they didn't wish to get water on their uniforms as they thoroughly cleaned the princess.

As they cleaned her, each one took turns asking her what had happened, and occasionally pressed their luck by playing with her body or stroking her clit as they cleaned her legs. These two, while having never been one of the notorious five lovers before had still heard all the stories. But even this was shocking by Amy's current standards. Certain responses even made them blush. But before long, the bath (and the inquisition) were over. All the teasing (of both kinds) had left the princess in an aroused haze all over again as she was dressed in the few rags she had left and carted up to a room to wait for Azalea.
 
The bath served several purposes, of course. The most obvious really was to clean the princess. Azalea wanted her slave to be pampered, to realize that the goodness could come as well as the arousal and the punishment. Plus, it was far more appealing to press against a body that smelled of flowers and ointments than one that smelled of dungeon waste and body odor.

Beyond that, Azalea really did have business to attend. she hurriedly signed documents, issued orders, and arranged for a public announcement of her new reign. That would be something to look forward to indeed, and just thinking about it made the witch smile cruelly. Several other, smaller, more insignificant details had to be taken care of as well, including spreading money around as hush incentive. Even Azalea's magic could only bend wills so far.

The witch also shed her skin, returning to a more comfortable form. She'd gathered a few outfits for the princess to wear in public and in private. Most were lacy ensembles that would elevate and push out breasts. Several were harem outfits, designed off a far eastern wear that Azalea had encountered a few times. Most interestingly though, was the table of implements she'd gathered. Needles, something resembling ink, and several other tools of metal lined the tray, and Azalea was studying them as the princess returned.

she turned to the girl, smiling. "I see you're all cleaned up. You know," she paused, tapping her lush lips, "You look a little aroused. Did those maids do something to you, my dear little Amy? Oh, and come over here," she waved to an elevated table, where a handful of pads and pillows and been placed, "for your alterations."
 
Walking into the room, she gasped loudly to see her Goddess looking different, and to be honest, so much more beautiful now. She could feel her face warming significantly as she did as she was told and walked over to where the pads were. For the time being she just laid out on them and waited to be told how she needed to be positioned. "Y-Yes, the maids took turns playing with me idly while the other cleaned me... They were... pretty good at it too..." She bit her lip, forcing herself to keep her hands splayed out, before they latched onto her crotch to finish herself off.

Luckily, the remainder of her attention was taken up by the frightening looking tray of tools. The idea of having the piercings and markings turned her on significantly. But seeing the process before her, it was somewhat less exciting...
 
"They would; I told them they could enjoy you," mused Azalea. she picked up a rather wicked looking scalpel, holding it up and admiring its blade. The witch had no intentions of cutting Amy's beautiful body, of course. That would be wasting something good, like doodling over a masterpiece. No, this was the latest in her small gestures to affect the princess's mind.

Without looking at Amy, the witch spoke, "I didn't say you could touch yourself, Amy. Move your hands to the side and wait there."

The witch paused, then turned, her eyes meeting the princess's. That cruel smile returned, and the witch took several steps over, shifting to loom over the princess. She helped arrange the girl, laying her arms to the side, slightly splayed and flat. the table parted to allow a small distance between Amy's legs, just enough for the witch. Azalea then reached down, tapping the girl's nipple with the blade.

"That's actually something wrong. I'm almost surprised; I was beginning to think that you were so perfectly obedient. oh well, can't win them all," she turned, moving toward the tray again. she paused, turning to look over. "You do realize that you're going to be punished for that? You've been so good that we'll make it small," she raised the needle, "I was planning on numbing you before we pierced, but I think we can leave that, don't you?"

she walked back to the princess, standing beside her. The needle was held loosely in two fingers, while the woman leaned over her prey, and waited for an answer.
 
She began to whimper and could feel a few tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes again. "O-Oh, Goddess, please no!! I'm so sorry, I had no idea I was even doing that... The maids had me so worked up, I just... I couldn't help it... Please, at least use some kind of pain killer, an anesthesia or something..." She clenched her hands into tight fists, unable to tear her eyes from the sharp object mere centimeters from her sensitive chest. Was she really going to do that?? She certainly looked serious.
((Bleh, short, sorry))
 
the tears drew mixed emotions from the witch. Part of her was thrilled that she'd broken the girl, to see the little wet rivulets work their way down that beautiful face, and just at the threat of punishment. Part of her, the bit that had some affection toward the pet, felt sorry for the poor thing. This feeling was only especially increased, as Azalea knew she'd have to follow through on her promises, else Amy would never learn.

"Too bad," she said, leaning over to lightly kiss her prisoner, "you should have resisted. Or maybe your body wanted punished, did you ever think of that?"

Azalea reached for the nipple, rolling it in her fingers, working it to an aroused pink. The witch pinched this, taking enough of the flesh between her fingers to make an easy, evident target. Then, Azalea met Amy's gaze, her eyes boring into the others, again establishing which of them had control of the situation, which one's will mattered. The needle poised just above the nipple for a few heartbeats, before Azalea threaded it all the way through, moving quickly.

A quick wave and magic, and the silver captive ring locked into place upon Amy's swollen nipple.
 
The princess swore she saw some kind of guilt cross the witch's face, and she allowed her heart to be lifted, to hope that she wouldn't have to endure this after all. But... to no avail. After a second it was gone, and she could feel her fingers playing with her nipple, preparing it. She closed her eyes tightly, as if trying to will herself to not feel the pain. Again, this had no effect whatsoever. The moment the needle entered her body, she felt a searing heat that caused her eyes to shoot open. She locked gazes with the witch, giving a noise that showed how much pain she was in, but also how aroused she suddenly felt. Now hopefully she could make it through the next one without passing out.
 
"Shhh, there there," soothed the witch, running her hand over the princess's hair. She hadn't anticipated quite such a reaction from the piercing. Worse, they still had another to go, to create the matching set. The witch knew she'd have to inflict more pain, which certainly wasn't the sensation she wanted Amy to experience.

Azalea moved to the tray, selecting a special creme. She'd created it herself, mixing several herbs that she'd found worked wonders years ago. It was a simple thing, something that cooled and relieved pain in an area. Applied judiciously, it could work for sexual matters as well, which they might try later. For now, the witch took a small dab, and worked it along the recently pierced nipple. She couldn't resist playing with the ring for a few moments while she was down there, of course.

Then the needle was up again, and the witch was rolling the unadorned nipple between fingers. Again it touched down, pierced, and left the captive ring behind. The only way the princess, or anyone for that matter, could remove such rings was with magic, or by ripping the princess's nipple off.

the witch stepped back then, watching the princess's reaction to the duel sensations upon her breasts, remembering the orders not to touch.
 
To the girl's great surprise, the cream worked wonders indeed. Before long, the burning had all but disappeared from her aching nipple. She looked down at as the ring was laid in place and magicked closed. She bit her lip as she pondered the fact that she was now stuck with it whether she had truly wanted it or not. But it was just so beautiful, the design so simple yet elegant, she couldn't care less at the moment. And really, the knowledge just made her more excited. It was the same with the collar, she was trapped with these symbols of her slavery now.

Before long, the second one was in place, with just as much pain followed by soothing as the last. She continued to stare at herself in disbelief. Only a day before she'd been walking around this place living her life as a high and mighty princess - though admittedly it had felt rather boring to her - and now here she was, naked, collared, pierced. A slave to this witch. A smile was gracing her lips as she finally looked up at her again. "Goddess, they're... quite lovely" With all this arousal, she was forced to essentially clamp her hands together behind her back, and pray that she could manage this. Perhaps she could request her wrists or arms tied so that she wouldn't be tempted?
 
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