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Puppet Princess {Fate & billiam}

It was almost as if Amy had forgotten her own arousal (which was far from the truth). She leapt forward and dove onto her hands and knees in front of the witch feeling like a complete failure. "Oh, Goddess, no!! I-I'm so sorry... I know by now I should be more experienced, but I promise I'll learn. D-Don't desert me... Don't throw me to... them..." She whimpered pathetically and looked up at her. She realized Azalea wasn't even making eye contact and whimpered a little more, her eyes watering just a bit.

After a moment's thought she bent down and started kissing her feet desperately, hoping to find some way of appeasing her.
 
Yes, the girl lived to please Azalea. All well and good. she still needed to learn. Azalea lightly kicked the girl, moving her aside so that she could slide off the table. Reaching down, she grabbed onto Amy's face, tilting the girl to look at her.

"How soon do you think you'll be ready for your public announcement? You must tell the people that I am in charge. It must be made known. If you do this, it will please your goddess. Tell me, princess, do you want to please your goddess?" Azalea said these words with a smile. She needed to move on with the next few phases of her plan. This was simply one of the more important ones. besides, it would almost be a suitable punishment for her sloppy behavior.

{OoC: any objections to Azalea passing Amy off to another woman to be "trained?" I can't see the witch doing something so menial herself >< }
 
((Fine by me!))

She looked up into her eyes, immediately eager to please her all the more. She was sure it would be an embarrassing experience, but she wanted to be on the witch's good side. She'd come to far to do anything else anyways. "I suppose anytime soon would be quite alright by me, Goddess. How much honesty would you prefer I use? I imagine the people will wish to know not only what happened to mother and father but what our connection is... I can't see them being too happy with their princess as a slave just yet." Still, perhaps they would. She was fully aware that for every sympathizer in the kingdom, there were two or three who were less than pleased with the ruling family as it was.
 
"You're not going to tell them anything resembling the truth,' insisted Azalea. she looked the girl in the eyes. Something in Azalea's gaze promised untold terrors. It was easy to remember that the person who had that gaze was someone who practiced the dark arts. Indeed, Azalea was half tempted to do something to remind the girl of just that.

"You're going to tell them that your poor mother and father were accidentally killed by a magical experiment that they requested. You're now going to unofficially take over the throne, while I act as your adviser and sometimes regent. However, you're going to go into a period of mourning first," Azalea paused in her talk, smiling. That would give her plenty of time to train the girl some more. Plus, part of her thought it best if Amy actually received a day to mourn. The last thing the witch wanted was the deaths coming back to haunt her in a non-literal sense.

"Is there anything wrong with that, princess?"
 
She listened carefully to the story that she crafted, finally nodding her understanding. "Yes, Goddess, it all sounds just fine to me. I certainly don't want to make anything difficult for the people. The less they know, the better, I agree. And... well, I think you're right, a period to let everything sink in and just relax would be good as well..." Admittedly she hadn't had much time to really understand the full nature of her new life yet, and she felt that perhaps a few days would be good. However, she seemed to have something else planned as well. She decided not to press it until Azalea explained it in detail.
 
"Yes, precisely. as of now, only a select few know of our little arrangement. Most of those are our personal guard. Don't worry, I'll assign one or two to you special. I can't always be around, and you're going to be a target," Azalea prattled, looking somewhat bored. All this had to be said, of course, but it was hardly as interesting as the bits where Azalea was telling Amy just how her body would be modified.

"I should also mention that you'll be out of sight for about a month or so. I'm going to lend you to a friend of mine, who will work with you to get your skills up to par. Should you fail me too much after that, and, well, I can always alter a maid's appearance to look like you," offered Azalea. Her smile to the girl was nothing but cruel then. "But you won't make me do that, I'm sure. I shall inform my companion to grant you a day or so of actual mourning and rest. You'll need to adjust to your new piercings and get over your family. Then you shall train as you've never trained before."

Azalea paused, considering the girl. "You'll need to bathe again. There are some clothes laid out in your bed chamber. I sleep in your parents' room now. If you wish to sleep with me, you may crawl to the room and ask. Otherwise, I shall see you tomorrow."

The witch rose from the table then, striding toward the door.
 
As the princess went, her body open for all the world to examine, she thought about everything. In a flash she suddenly found herself in the bathroom. Already a hot bath was prepared by one of the maids. She settled into it with a long sigh, suddenly realizing just how much her body was aching. She took her time with this bath, knowing full well that she would do exactly as she was told and get dressed then crawl to her former parents' bedroom to spend the night with her Mistress.

It was strange, but the more cruelly she was treated, the more she wished to stay with her. She would work with her friend and train until she was ready to break if it meant she was doing her duties well. She contemplatively played with her rings a moment, but they were still tender so it didn't take long for her to decide it was best to leave them alone.

Finally her bath was over. She climbed out, dried herself off, and got dressed in the new clothes left for her. Not surprisingly, it was much like one of her own dresses, but it had been trimmed and tailored so that everything was significantly shorter. There were almost no sleeves, the dress barely went down to the middle of her thighs. Included were some lacy gloves and stockings as well. And also not surprising, they matched her collar and cuffs as well. She dressed carefully then took a moment to examine herself in the mirror, blushing at the sight. She hadn't really gotten a good look at herself since before being thrown in the dungeon. The change was drastic. She looked beautiful, certainly, but also... It was hard to describe. A bit like a whore as well, but also like a more respectable concubine, with a touch of "pure odd" thrown in wherever the piercings and tattoos were visible.

Finally she finished looking herself over and, as directed, crawled out of the bathroom, down the long passage to her Goddess and knocked tentatively at the door.
 
Azalea spent the downtime doing mostly the things that needed to be done. while she would like nothing more than to simply take Amy on every hour of the day, the whole purpose of taking the kingdom was so that she could actually rule it. the princess was a fringe benefit. A very nice fringe benefit, one that Azalea was starting to think was worth a good deal more than she'd first anticipated.

The sorceress had dressed for the night, rolling a pair of fine lace stockings over her firm legs, before adding a black lace gown. The fabric of said gown was nearly sheer, just hinting toward the body that lie beneath it. When she heard the knock, Azalea smiled. Rising to her feet, she glided toward the door. once she was certain it was Amy, she opened it.

"You wish to sleep with me, oh beautiful princess?" asked the witch. She flicked a wrist, using the magics to make the girl stand. For a moment, Azalea's breath actually caught. The beautiful princess that she'd enslaved still stood before her, but the cleaning, the clothes, and the markings had turned her into something marvelous. the witch would hardly admit that she herself had sexual fantasies. Amy seemed to embody much of those. The witch licked her lips, just looking. "You look like a concubine," she commented.

With a flick of her wrist, Azalea called Amy further in, walking that way herself. Such a pleasing form, the princess had. And to dress and behave exactly as Azalea wanted. If the girl hadn't flubbed earlier, there would be great reward in store for her. for that matter, Azalea had half a mind to test the girl just so she could reward her.

"Begin pleasuring yourself," she ordered. She took a seat to watch. "And explain to me what it is you want to do tonight while you do so."
 
She was shocked to find that as she began to crawl into the room she suddenly found herself walking upright with a rather graceful stride. It had to be more of the magic. She stood there, blushing as her Goddess complimented her and looked at her with such hungry eyes. "Yes, Goddess, of course I wish to sleep in your bed tonight..."

She was even more surprised by the next order, but admittedly she was eager to comply. With little hesitation she lifted up her skirts and gently placed her free hand right up against her pussy. There had been no underwear for her so this much was easier at least. She began to finger herself gently, not sure if she was allowed to come yet or not, so she took it easy. "A-ahh~ Well... I'd love for you to tie me up before we go to sleep... And perhaps tease me some... One of my other lovers taught me the fun of going to bed aroused without any way of doing something about it. I imagine... MMmmmm~ I imagine with your magic you could do that easily..." She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes a moment, forcing herself to slow her hand back down before she got too excited too quick.
 
"You may cum, once," instructed Azalea. "After that, you will simply build your pleasure."

She studied Amy then, watching the girl's hands work at her loins. The girl wasn't even all that great at pleasuring herself. then again, she'd been having trysts with innocent maids and other serving girls. Not like any of them would take time to teach the girl what to do.

"You need to stroke yourself. Let your fingers slide over your sex. We're women, we like to be treated gentle at first, most times," instructed the witch. She paused, sighed, and shook her head. This wasn't her strength, never had been. She hadn't even noticed girls until a fellow apprentice started flirting with her one night. Her mistress had tried to explain that many witches were also Sapphic in taste, but it hadn't sunk. at any rate, this would do.

"Yes, so you wish to be tied up, worked up, and then left without means. quite interesting, and yes, with my magic, it's as simple as a hand wave," she waved her hand, though if Amy hadn't climaxed, nothing would occur. "I think we shall fulfill your little request, as a reward for good behavior."
 
She tried to take in all the instruction and do as she was told, but she was so used to being quick with the maidstaff so that they didn't get in trouble for being gone too long. She wasn't really sure how to take things slow and easy necessarily. But her Mistress seemed willing to work on that instead of just casting her aside for being bad at something, so that was good.

Unfortunately, because she didn't want to waste her one climax of the moment, she had managed to keep herself from doing so. Suddenly that hand waved and she felt as though reaching an orgasm was miles and miles away. She gasped softly and realized that she had just doomed herself to one hell of a night. "Ahhhh..." She continued rubbing herself more furiously, unable to do anything.
 
"I said you could cum, are you broken or just stupid?" snapped Azalea. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she watched Amy work. The princess was sloppy, untrained, and it frustrated Azalea. Were she not also beautiful and naturally submissive, the witch might very well simply throw her to the guards. Perhaps marrying her off to her personal captain wouldn't be so bad. Well, it wouldn't be bad for said captain, though the obviously lesbian princess would have difficulties.

"Your goddess enjoys watching your pleasure," she explained, speaking as if she were addressing a particularly slow child. "You are to rub yourself in such a manner that not only pleases yourself, but also pleases me. Should I be displeased, and well, I've plenty of ways of showing my displeasure."

The witch snapped her fingers, and the choker, bracelets, and anklets glowed for a moment. Nothing happened beyond that: it served simply as a warning of what she could do, what she would do, should her pet displease her.
 
Unable to stop herself, the princess yelped softly for fear of the witch's power. She was fully aware of what she was capable of - as far as killing her if she really wished. Taking the warning in full stride, she quickly focused herself completely in the process of pleasuring herself. With her free hand she began intimately rubbing her breast while her other hand worked away even more at her pussy. She closed her eyes and let out a much louder moan. She attempted to do so as if there were no one else in the room, hoping that the idea of doing so in private would make her get more into it, and therefore make her entertaining and sensual.

Before long she really had somehow managed to nearly block out the fact that she was not alone. She had dropped to her knees, spreading them wide and pushing deep into herself with two fingers while her other hand took the nipple between the thumb and forefinger and squeezed her nipples rather harshly. This caused her to let out a kind of pain-pleasure mixed moan that she was sure rang down the hallways for all to hear. Her face was burning as she did so, her hair beginning to become a kind of tangled mess.
 
"Yes," hissed Azalea, watching the princess begin to get into pleasuring herself. Soon the girl would learn to do so whenever, however the witch commanded. Interesting to see that a bit of the old princess still remained there, a bit of modesty still clinging to the girl. Just thinking about it made Azalea's lips twitch slightly. One more thing to slowly etch out of the girl. At least what Azalea planned on replacing it with would be wonderfully pleasant for the young thing.

Azalea muttered a few words, waving her hand. The bracelets and choker glowed for a moment. The spell wrapped both women in energies. The arcane powers tied them together in an intricate way. Amy's pleasure would be her goddess's pleasure. Azalea's pleasure would be her princess's. The two's sexual arousals had been momentarily linked together.

Almost immediately, Azalea's nether lips became moist, almost wet. The arousal parted them, almost as if a mouth opening. Smiling, the witch rose, moving over to Amy. She walked around to the back of the girl, letting her hand trail along Amy's shoulder. She sank to her knees, still hovering over Amy. Leaning over, the witch whispered into the woman's ear.

"Scream out your pleasure, princess," Azalea nearly commanded. "Let the castle know what you're doing here. Leave them little doubt as to what has happened to their darling princess."

With that, Azalea moved down to kiss at Amy's neck. Her teeth grazed the tender flesh, her lips forming a seal around the girl. One hand went to play with the nipple ring, teasing and taunting that flesh. Azalea's other hand went between her own legs, however. She rubbed against her clit, playing with her own lips. Her arousal combined with Amy's, making the girl feel twice the pleasure, twice the sensation. The witch had done it before, and found she could just handle it, especially if Amy didn't become overwhelmed by her arousal. even if she did... well, it was a pleasing sensation.
 
The princess had really become too engrossed in her own doings to realize what it was the witch had done to her through the cuffs and collar. She wasn't even really aware of how close the woman had gotten until she suddenly felt hands on her body and lips at her ear. The words flowed in and she took them in and knew she ought to obey, despite that remaining doubt that continued to quietly plague her. She finally nodded slowly, egged on by a sudden jump in arousal coupled with the soft touches and scratches. Her moans were no longer soft and held in, she released whatever energy was building within her in a kind of moan mixed with a shout or cry as she felt an orgasm barelling towards her. Whatever Azalea was doing now, it was having an obvious effect on Amy.

Before long she was trembling, leaning against her Goddess for support. "S-So close... Ah~... Ahhhhhhh~!!" With one last cry, she finally came before releasing hold on her body and falling back against the witch with a contented sigh.
 
The magics had worked. They had beyond worked, they had excelled. Azalea could feel Amy's orgasm mounting as surely as she could feel her own arousal. Her breathing quickened, coming in short pants. Breasts tightened, loins blazed. In just a few short seconds the witch had gone from collected to nearly gasping with pleasure. Such was the effect of the spell placed upon the princess. Azalea had to bite her lip. It was coming. She could feel it swelling within herself. Within Amy. within them both.

Then the girl shuddered, cumming. the witch yelled as well, the cry echoing Amy's. Shudders took Azalea's body, racking her for several seconds. Both women orgasmed simultaneously, the spell forcing them to feed off one another's pleasure. when Amy's climax released, it fell upon Azalea, jolting the witch's own orgasm into play. the two climaxes overlapped, shaking them both. Azalea rocked against Amy for several seconds, before letting the princess sink back against her. Juices and sweat slickened both their bodies. The witch could not recall when last she'd came so well.

"Good pet," she breathed, swallowing as she regained her composure. "I think you are worthy of sharing my bed tonight. But first, did you not wish for your goddess to build you to pleasure once more?"

It wouldn't be hard, with both of them linked in such a manner.
 
It took a few moments for Amy to even begin collecting herself. It was only when she came around that she realized what her Goddess was telling her. Immediately she began nodding with an excited smile. Despite the fact that she was sure it would be torturous, to a submissive girl like herself, it would be divine as well. "Oh, yes, Goddess, I did!"

Part of her was really just glad to see that look of content pleasure on the witch's face. She tended to take criticism a little too hard, and she worried after that last bit of talking-down she'd been given, she worried that Azalea might be disappointed in her. Indeed, quite the contrary. Every time she managed to do something wrong, she was given an opportunity to prove herself again. And now she was being given the ultimate reward, a night in bed with the witch. "Thank you for all this... I um... I have to admit something..." She smiled bashfully, biting her lip as she barely managed to push herself into a sitting position.
 
Good, the princess wanted the pleasure to increase again. It would be even more delightful for the witch to cum while her pet watched, so there was no reason to lift the spell just yet. Instead the witch began absently stroking her pet, her hands going to breasts, moving between folds, and paying special attention to the newly granted rings. Such things always lent more pleasure, at least for the player, if not the wearer.

"What is it?" demanded the witch. She'd shifted to continue playing with the girl even as Amy had risen. Now the witch simply stared, her eyes almost narrowing. What could Amy possibly have to admit now? that she'd never actually slept with another woman? Azalea had already figured as much. this had better be something worth the pause, else the irritable witch might very well dismiss any possible rewards.

"Speak, and do so quickly, else I shall lose my temper," insisted Azalea, waving a hand imperiously.
 
She could see the frustration in the witch's face and began regretting the decision to open herself up like this. But she'd started the process so she might as well finish it as well. She gave a soft moan as her body was played with only to have her stop for this new piece of conversation. But then wasn't that the kind of attention she lived for anyway - being built up, then let down, then built up again?

"I... I have always felt a great desire to be with you, to be... yours. I was devastated when everything changed and I discovered you were my parents' murderer, but... Even still, when I saw you walking into that dungeon, part of me kept right on wishing, hoping... In reality I've always been yours. T-That's all..." She didn't wish to draw this out anymore for fear that this was hardly the right thing to say and gently lay back down, awaiting either softness from her Goddess or renewed wrath.
 
The witched watched as Amy spoke. It took effort, but Azalea kept her face blank. The princess had always longed for her? An odd thing for a princess to want. The witch regularly changed forms, so it wasn't as if the girl could be overly attached to some outer appearance. Plus Azalea had never been especially kind to anyone. Part of her wanted to ask what exactly it was about her that drew the princess close. But that certainly wasn't the type of question a goddess asked her pet.

Instead, she nodded, saying, "Well, it appears as though you got your wish," she rose, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. Crooking a finger, she summoned Amy over to her. "Come, you still earned your reward of sleeping with your goddess. Besides, we still have business the finish."

Already Azalea was buzzing again. Soon she'd get Amy so worked up that Azalea would climax as a result. Just thinking of lording that over the girl made the witch even more aroused. Her smile returned as she studied the poor princess.
 
Amy watched her Goddess carefully after she finished speaking, and saw with relief that she wasn't upset or even frustrated. Although she didn't necessarily take it in as great news either, at least she had said what she wanted to with little consequence. She grinned and gently pushed up so that she was on all fours, then crawled up to Azalea's bed, and pulled herself up with a wide smile. She could hardly believe how excited she was that she would get to spend the night with the witch after having wanted it for so long - and as her personal slave no less. While it was tragic the way things went, she was still happier than she had ever been.
 
The other woman looked oddly happy and excited for someone who was about to be driven into a sexual frenzy. Then again, that did seem to be what entertained Amy the most. Odd that a princess took so well to being someone's pet. Her parents must be so very proud.

Azalea moved onto the bed, directing Amy with magic and her own hands. The girl's hands were placed far above her head, her legs were spread, and she was prepared for the witch. Azalea then smiled, reaching between Amy's legs. Immediately her fingers went to the girl's nether lips. Fingernails parted the delicate folds, sliding within the wetness. The long nails dragged along the sides, playing with the lips. Soon they found the clit, which Azalea rolled.

"Scream and squirm all you wish, princess, but you will not cum," ordered Azalea. She added magical reinforcement to it, not quite trusting even Amy to hold her body back. Considering what Azalea was planning, the girl would be lucky that she retained her sanity.
 
She could sense that part of her was going to absolutely hate herself and Azalea for what was coming this evening. But she knew that at the same time she would be loving it every step of the way. She tugged in vain at her new magical restraints and immediately let out a rather loud moan as her still-sensitive pussy was played with. Her noises grew even louder as she felt the woman's fingers play with her clit. As directed, she squirmed with growing arousal, knowing full well it wouldn't get her anywhere.

She let her eyes close and bit her lip softly, trying to find something to do with the sexual energy she was slowly building. She wasn't likely to sleep tonight.
 
The witch's skillful hands played along the girl's sex for several more seconds, before parting. They trailed, leaving a wet line of Amy's sexual fluids, along the girl's side, moving to tweak and pull at the princess's nipples. The nails scraped around the nipple, pinching the rings between fingers. Lightly Azalea pulled, the peaks stretching. She let go, letting the blood rush to them.

Her lips descended upon Amy's neck, leaving hot kisses along the girl's neck, just outlining the choker. She moved up, letting the tongue slide along the girl's flesh, eventually moving to Amy's lips. Azalea forced the girl's lips apart, taking them in a harsh kiss. As her lips dashed against her pet's, Azalea's fingers twisted the girl's nipple, using the ring for leverage.

Azalea lifted from Amy, straddling her and looking down. The witch's bosom heaved with great sighs, her nipples forming two dark peaks. Wetness leaked from between her legs as well, wetting the leg of the girl underneath. The shared feelings spell still held, still linked their sexualities together. The burning lust that had been thrust upon Amy reflected on the witch, leaving the woman panting. Azalea waved a hand, dismissing it, figuring that she'd reached a peak for tonight. She didn't need Amy's arousal controlling her. She was in control.

"Scream for it, pet," demanded Azalea. She took three fingers, pointing them straight ,and rammed them into the other girl's pussy.
 
Though all the touches were light and teasing at best, Amy was already more than aroused. Each touch was enough to shoot off fireworks in her mind. Each tiny tweak of the nipple and touch of her pussy caused her to utter another soft moan. The noises were full of desperate longing, and already she was starting to wish she hadn't requested spending the night like this. But she knew at the end of it, amongst all her begging and pleading, she would be in sheer ecstasy.

She squirmed and shifted around, tugging at the sheets to keep herself from disobeying the command to keep from touching herself. Before long the witch would likely have bind her in place - not that she was complaining. The new words hit her ears and she was more than happy to oblige. She let out a much longer, lower moan than before, her whole body seeming to tremble from this pleasing torture. Her moans soon rose to a cry "Go-Goddess! Ahhh, it's so wonderful!"
 
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