Esper mewled as a finger of her prince ran along an angry red scrape on her ass. She hissed as the salve made the cut sting, but naturally this feeling only acted to excited her overwhelming feeling of lust more. She let out a gasp, not expecting this action, as he suddenly tugged her head backwards. “B-but master…” She cried softly at this horrible psychological torture. He wouldn’t have… Esper tried to tell herself but she knew that but she knew that he most certainly would. Not to just torture her, she wasn’t worth such efforts to hurt, but because simply Gersham would have wanted to.

She was quiet, except for her shaky breaths which caused her chest to heave in apprehension. Her eyes fluttered shut concentrating on the feeling of his mouth against her nape as she waited for his verdict.

Hearing his words she whimpered with both gratitude and disappointment, but of course she was not allowed to show the latter. “Thank you master…” she gasped out as the demoness sensed the creature nearing her. She squeaked as a strong green hand squeezed her shoulder. The claw dug into her pearly skin. “I am only worthy of what you choose to let me receive!” she moaned breathlessly as the troll’s hard cock rubbed along her folds wetting it’s tip with her juices before thrusting inward.

She let out a scream of appreciativeness as the troll immediately went into a quick rough pace. Crying out with each thrust, her hands snaked around the shackles that bound her trying to steel herself every time the monster’s hips met hers. Her face contorted into a very erotic expression. The sounds of the sensual, loud groans spilling from her lips only added helped add appeal to the situation of her beautiful body being slammed into by the disgusting beast.

It was when Esper was sure she could no longer stay still when he granted her the permission to move. She was very thankful for this and immediately began bucking her hips back into the troll. Her back arched working hard to accept his giant prick to the root. “Ah- Y-ess Mas-ter!” She screeched doing everything she could do obey his commands. She let out a loud drawn out moan as the beast shifted directions targeting an area of her that made her melt with ecstasy.

“My- P-prince! Permission to-to cum?” She wailed feeling her senses about to snap on her. Oh god, how full she was of this troll’s cock. Of course she would have greatly preferred her master but Esper knew she couldn’t afford to be picky.

The troll was rough, and unsophisticated as it trust into her core with a grunt as he passed by tight muscles. He was strong, so very strong that thrusting away at her, made easier by her excitement, was easier at this stage.

That clawed hand gripped her shoulder tightly and as the command was given she eagerly thrust back against him, trying to take all of that mamoth cock inside her as her back arched. Gersham watched, speaking a few crude phases in giant as he instructed the troll who was uncreative and would have just thrust away at her other wise.

First it swatted her ass, the stinging slap was harder due to it's greater than normal strength and his larger had practically covered her entire ass cheek as it swatted against her. Then a hand curled around her hip roughly mashing against her clit, practically urging her back on to his awaiting prick.

“Don't you dare,” Gersham answered as he walked closer. He watched the monster cock being swallowed up by her body, then reached down to roughly fondle her breast, more of that arousing touch sweeping over her then.

“Not yet … not yet ...” Was he asking for the impossible? Did he wind her up so thightly that she had no choice but to disobey? He looked at the troll, nodded and it began trusting against her even harder, his member pushing deep inside her as his body smacked against her ass. “Now. Now you may come.”

He remained close, knowing that his slut was at her wit's end, knowing that she was clamping down on that cock even as the troll groaned, filling her body with it's ichor.

“Tonight you will have some mead, while having the occassional half-troll minion would be appearlin raising on, and it's gestation would prove to be inconvient for my plans.” The troll slide out of her quivering body, again Gersham nodded and it headed towards the door.

“I have va special treat for my slut, one that I do not share in so often but one I will share now. Do you wish to cum again? Answer carefully.”

Her body lurched forward, her breasts bounced magnificently from the force of the troll's hand soundly clapping her behind. She wiggled her hips at the pain, but this also increased the friction against the meat sliding in and or of her sopping slit. She groaned out in delight as the giant clawed hand fumbled with her engorged delicate button. She knew that it was Gersham who was commanding the troll, and in some deformed twisted way she felt her absolute reverence toward him increase. A warm feeling of devotion toward her master surged along with the pleasure of her flushed slick body.

 A strangled cry tore from her throat as she held back from her looming orgasm as her prince had threatened. It was as if she was holding up a dam for her pent up desires. Not a pleasant sensation for her as the waves of pleasure crashed again and again into willpower, but Esper was obviously well trained. She screwed her eyes shut, gritted her fanged teeth, concentrating on complying to his direction. 

A pitiful whine flowed from her throat as his hand began to fondle her previously neglected chest. How cruel! How torturous! How horrible! She couldn't help but think even though she knew her master could read her agony. But the demoness voiced no complaints, though her cries of heat increased noticeably in volume.

It was difficult but she did it as the troll began to speed up it's monstrous thrusts. Esper began to cry out with each thrust, tears of frustration formed in the corner of her eyes. She was trying so hard but her climax inched above her like hanging hot magma threatening to wash over her very existence. 

Esper shrieked as the troll hit her hard, one last time. She had not expected pain and only through intense efforts was she able to hold off her release against the typhoons of intermingled pain and pleasure. Thankfully a few moment later, permission was granted.

Esper let her body loose all of a sudden, and just about immediately her climax hit her with the force of a speeding train. "G-GERSHAM!!" she screamed unable to hold in the sound as her body convulsed beautifully in the throes of ecstasy. Her juices spilled out from her staining her thighs as well as the cock of the monster who gave her her release.

Esper had always assumed he didn't like it when she addressed him by name, but she couldn't keep it in. As the troll pulled it's shaft out, Esper's body shuddered violently once last time. She rested her head on the wall in front of her, trying to gain composure. Esper's heavy chest heaved with labored breaths, her body slick with thin sheen of glistening sweat, she was truly an erotic sight to behold. She listened as the troll lumbered out, shutting the door behind it as it left.

"Yes master." she stated tiredly regarding mead, but her brain barely comprehended his words. Once they did make sense Esper's eyes widened with both joy and dread. She was tempted to scream yes, just for the chance that maybe her prince would use her body for his own pleasure and this was of course Esper's self proclaimed purpose in life.

But the demoness knew better, she learned from her previous mistake. It was an easy lesson, what she wanted didn't matter. She as here to serve to Gersham's every need and desire. Esper could only hope that his desires coincided with hers. 

"I-I am only worthy of what my master choose to bless me with." She responded subserviently in between her gasps for air. Esper ducked her head with respect. "I only ask you use your dirty whore to please you in any way she can." 

“Spoken like a true slut.” Gersham moved behind her, a finger trailing over her shoulder. “That's no fun but you have learned well … still you did not refer to me by title just then so I have to ask what am I to do with you?”

That finger trailed over her for a moment bringing with it the warm glow of arousal. It had seemed as if her Prince had not finished with her yet or at the least wanted to torture her a bit more. In truth he had not cum yet, so often he didn't these days for sex was more of a chore for him rather than an act of love making. And as a chore he grew bored of it. Today had been one of those rare days that he desired his own release.

But Gersham didn't find release so often. Not by conviental means anyway. He wisely kept his thoughts out of any equation that he had governing sex of course. It wouldn't be as fun if Esper grew wise of his own needs and could anticipate his reactions.

Naturally it had been rarer these days that he finished himself off. That was not to say that he did not take her, but he tended to drive her to her limits, give her what she needed and would have her so wound up that bringing her to her release was often quick requiring little effort on his part as he drew back from her shortly after her climax but he was only getting started tonight.

A finger traced over her bindings and while she was not manacled to the wall he could have easily done so. Instead he was releasing her, then seizing her by the hair he pulled her up to her feet, spun her around and drove her to the wall.

Burning lips were pressed against her and she could feel his firmness knowingly press against her belly.

“Perhaps for that slight you will be punished and see me rewarding the queen of Llyoneia ? You may watch as I welcome here to the place, Esper. Clean yourself and dress. Meet me in her tower as soon as you have done so and perhaps I will even allow you some fun.”

He left her then finding his way to Alynia. His three eyes gleaming at her as he opened the door. He strode in without closing it knowing that Esper would be along shortly. He regarded her there for a moment before strolling into the cool chamber.

“I see that you are now awake queen. A piety that Oberron is dead, I would have rather welcomed him. Your chains are not too tight? Anyway, you will be my guest here for the time being. Unfortunaely Oberron won't be joining us but I did invite someone, and,” he leaned closer to her whispering the last in her ear. “She does not like you.”


Gersham grinned as he folded his hands against his chest. “So it would do good if you do not offer too much resistance this time around. Usually I like to greet my guests one on one but Esper's been a good girl today and thus being rewarded. Don't tell her that though or it will go straight to her head.”

"Master!" she moaned trying to correct her mistake, still shaking from the mild waves of pleasure still buzzing in her brain. She let out a growl and gritted her teeth as she heard the click of her shackles open. "Ah-" she cried out more of surprise as Gersham suddenly seized her hair, forcing her to stand.

A growl left her lips as her back was slammed roughly against the wall, but the sound quickly sounded into a needy moan as he kissed her. Even though it was most likely that this was purely to torment her, she loved the feeling of him against her. Everything about him sent her senses in a frenzy. Devotion didn't even scrape the surface, it was practically 

Esper mewled at his hardness pressed against her. She arched her back pushing her bare chest toward him, but he paid no attention. Esper whined as he mentioned the queen, no she didn't want that! But at the same time her imagination played with the idea of the "fun" he had suggested. She moaned desperately with disappointment as his body left hers. Esper was still as she felt the final tremors from his touch coursed through her.


Alynia had been falling in and out of sleep, but as soon as she heard footsteps outside her door her senses immediately awoke. She was keen and curious as the door creaked open. For a silent brief moment in the flickering green flame they met eyes, Alynia quickly turned her head away timidly. But not quick enough to notice her captor had three eyes, and each one seemed to be surveying her body. Normally she would have tried to cover up with her arms, but being chained she felt open and vulnerable. 

Alynia frowned as he mentioned her husband. But at the same time she was confused, it was evident Gersham wasn't aware that Oberron was in fact alive. But Alynia chose to mention this, she knew her king was weak. She was smart enough to know to reveal this. 

"I don't care who your friend is." she told him with difficulty keeping her voice still. "Please, release me." she muttered wincing at his close proximity, turning her head away. His warm breath so close to her ear sent shivers at her spine. Alynia glanced at him with a defiant expression. To her dismay he didn't appear like he had any intention to let her go. In fact, he didn't like the confident look on his face one bit. 

It had been a good thing that she had not mentioned anything to contradict him about Oberron's health or lack thereof. He would have sensed her decption or rather in this case truth with his third eye. But she remained silent and while he could sometimes pick up on a lie of omission due to body language he did not have a baseline of her to realize what the perameters where. He could not pick up on any falsehoods if nothing truly was said.

Of course he could pick up on some of her body language but he had mistaken it amongst the other mounds of factual data he was reading then. No, he saw a glimer of hope buried way down deep when he had made that remark though he had thought nothing of it. He had simply assumed that she was under the belief that one of the king's agents might save her even now.

He grinned, showing off his needle-like teeth as he touched a single finger to the column of her through. It was warm, and vibrant capped with a tiny claw but only the fleshy part of that finger dipped along her throat, then faded away when it reached the bottom.

What simply didn't fade away though was the trail of endorphines that entered into her pores, sweeping upward to her brain just a moment later stimulating portions of her mind that regulated her own desires. Just like that he had done something to her, and by his grin he seemed to know it too.

“Please release me? Do you realize how often I hear that each day? Perhaps not in this respect all the time either. Do you realize that I seldom listen to either plea. Oh, no doubt you will beg, queen, no doubt that you will grave a cock that isn't your husband's, excuse me deceased husband. But you will beg. Oh, yes, you shall yearn for it. Protest if you want, they all do and in the end it makes no difference.

“And know that if I decide to be merciful, if I do grant you your wish there will be no mead, no magical elixir that will save you from siring a bastard child. That hardly matters now I suppose. Puck has no doubt seized the crown already and will soon be coronated, casting you and this bastard out.

“But I am patient. Most patient. See, Puck will have to attune to the forest like his father did before him. He will have to take command of the Heart of Storms and accidents do happen … even if not, what is the march of years to a timeless being such as myself?” He grabbed her breast then, hard, more of his magical touch seeping through the clothing then skin beneath. He let her go, smiled as he continued.

“Years are meaningless, so if I took this bastard child, a child with a right to the throne just imagine the strife I can create? Sadly, Oberron is not around to see his queen dispoiled. Sadly I can still smell the taint of the fey upon you but that will change.

“You say that you do not care who Esper is, well then, I have the perfect way for you to start caring. But I think your a bit over dressed.” Those tiny claws shreaded her dress, ripping pieces off of her body until she was standing before him in just her undergarments. A finger went uo to her clevage, collected upon her bra and cut the fabric away revealing a set of marvelous breasts, breasts that he caressed, leaned down and began suckling on one as he flooded her system with that contact, more of her arousal growing as he mouthed one of her tits with the expressed intention of Esper walking in and seeing him at work upon it.

She flinched as a finger ran down the soft skin of her neck. Alynia bit her lip to contain any sounds and frowned at the strange stimulating aspect of such a simply touch. Why did she feel this way? How come her body was betraying her so quickly? Gersham was grinning and Alynia could deduce this was not something she had no ability to control. She gritted her teeth in frustration, a completely different kind of frustration Esper had been subjugated to before. She pulled at her chains even though she knew there was no way to free herself. She had spent a good portion of the last few hours trying. Alynia felt defeated as she could do nothing to fend off his advances.

“What? I-I wouldn’t do something so shameful!” She stuttered in shock. Honestly, though it was rather obvious, she hadn’t expected him to take this sexual interest in her. “You’re fooling yourself if you think you even have the right to compare yourself to my husband.” Alynia told him bitterly fortifying her own resolve. She made a face of angry resentment as his hand coped a feel at her mounds as if testing their size and tenderness. Her body did not disappoint. No matter how hard she tried, a soft groan emitted from the back of her throat causing the queen to blush attractively. She hadn’t known that anyone besides her husband could make her feel this way… wait, what was she thinking? That was impossible. Alynia had pledged herself to her husband. By gods, she wasn’t allowed to enjoy what ever this demon was doing to her. She took in a steady breath trying to remind herself that she couldn’t control what he was doing to her.

But his next words successfully caused her eyes to furrow then widen in fear. Her mouth opened in a surprised, speechless expression. Was he intending to impregnate her? He couldn’t! The very thought absolutely horrified her, which was clearly his purpose for saying such cruel words. She hadn’t even able to stand talking to Oberron on the concept, and yet the Prince before her seemed so intent on doing just that… Her voice came back to her. “Y-you can’t!” she cried fearfully. She pressed her lips shut with difficulty having to hold back her begging for him to do anything, anything but that. Alynia understood that Gersham was probably right, that there was a close to nothing chance Puck would be willing to send out anyone to find her. But despite her hopeless situation, she had no plans to satisfy the prince with cries for mercy from her own lips.

Gritting her teeth hard as he fondled one of her soft hills, she failed to prevent a whimper from escaping her. She gulped painfully, her voice had choked up but somehow she still had the will to speak. “You lips are not worthy to speak his name.” She proclaimed. “And I will not have your child!”

Alynia was so scared; she was noticeably trembling. She let out a strangled cry of protest as he stripped her down of both her dress and dignity. Her breasts bounced tantalizingly as they were freed of their restraints. The queen hissed as he caressed her and began suckling on her tit. It was a cruel act because it almost seemed like he was being gentle. He was playing horrible mind games with her. “Gah- Stop!” she groaned as spikes of pleasure shot through her. She tried to twist her body to avoid him, but to no success.

It was then Esper melted into the room, closing the door behind her. Her eyes narrowed with jealousy as she watched her prince work almost loving ministrations with his newly acquired toy. Alynia’s eyes met hers and immediately recognized the silver haired woman. The queen didn’t like where this was going. Neither Gersham nor Esper appeared merciful in the least. Compared to their cold harsh glares, Alynia’s doe like eyes seemed to appear all the more innocent. “Master?” Esper called wanting attention as well as to alert him that she was here.

Gersham was cruel because he could be. He heard Alyina't protests but had been aware thas she was aware that she had no recourse against him, no way of stopping him from what he was doing to her. Even death at the moment had been taken from her as one of her choices given her predictatement.

He grinned at her, dispite her protestes. “And what can you truly do to stop me queen? What can you do to stop me from just exerting my will over you?

“You can be definate all you wish. You can deny the fact that I am unworthy of spouting Oberron's name from my lips. Even saying his name tarnishes my lips, drawing out this anguish that fuels me. But you shall realize that it is pointless for you to argue with me. Soon you will be calling me Master, soon you will realize that my will is absolute. You may fight it at first, you may fight and strugge against the inevitable but in the end it will not matter.”

He gazed at her mostly nake form and could see the defiance within her. He realized that it would not last long as much as she fought against it. Gersham could see the shame there, the arousal that was building that she struggled hopelessly against.

It was so delightful capturing her perky breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling against her nipple, infusing more and more desire upon her, further arousing her as his tongue danced against her, causing the guilt within her to build as his tongue danced against her nipple though it was not long before he heard Esper announcing hersef after closing the door.

He took his mouth from her breast, flickered his gaze toward the doorway at the demoness then gazed back to the shackled queen. He then leaned towards her, whispering in the pit of her ear. “She looks pissed.”

Gersham pulled away allowing his finger to trace along her nipple then ggestured the demoness over.

He whispered something into her ear then glanced back at the queen. “Unlike my dearest Esper you won't have the luxury of not seeing your attacker, to see the troll head on so to speak. A bastard soon, half troll in nature. Yes, Esper, you have some use to me and investing so much time in matters at least as fara as you go would be aborrant to me though you, my queen serve no purpose to me, none at all and thus hindering your usefulness would be done without a second though. At least you could be useful as an incubator. But we have plenty of time. You have been tainted by the fey, and while that lacks a certain appeal to me my minions do not care.

“Esper,” he again gave her instructions, whispering his will to her then walking to a rack on the wall and settling on a red bull whip which he gave to Esper.

He knew that he had incited Esper's jealousy enough, and he mikght be taking a bit of a risk here though at the same time he was thinking that she would do well given her nature of pleasing him.

“Now, you are new heres so I will be kind this first day and make things easier for you. Call me Master and I will restrain from using the troll against you tonight. Refuse to answer properly or in a timely fashion and Esper here will see to your punishment. She, has been instructed to leave as few marks on you as possible, I wish to valuate her skills in her technique and by the looks of it she desires to show me what she had lerned.”

Turning her head shamefully away from him, refusing to let him see her flushed face, Alynia whimpered. “There’s nothing I can do to stop you.” She unwillingly admitted with a horrible blush at the truth. “But, I will not call you master.” Alynia hissed though she let out a quiet sigh of relief as his mouth parted from her sensitive nub. The sensations he enticed flowing through her veins felt positively wonderful. She could tell that she was wet between her thighs, and she hated herself for being so aroused by his touch. Alynia glared with an obstinate expression, but she was silent for she was smart enough to know that inducing any anger through disobedience was not going to be in her favor. Her lovely chest rose and fell steadily as she did her best to control her short terrified breaths. Alynia bit her lip nervously (and reluctantly excited) at the thought what was going to happen to her.

Esper almost terrified Alynia as much as the prince. She had a cold unforgiving glare every time her eyes washed over the queen’s exposed, tender form. But every time her eyes left the queen to gaze upon her prince Alynia noticed a sick form of devotion the demoness felt. At first, she thought it was love… but she immediately realized she was wrong as Esper practically glowed with appreciation at Gersham’s words. “And my only purpose is to be of use to you master!” She mused faithfully. Alynia looked at her with an odd mixture of horror and disbelief.

And as much as these words delighted Esper, they gave Alynia a sense of dread and fear. His mind seemed to have changed for the worst, from the idea of his son to a troll’s. She shuddered at the thought. Though Alynia unfortunate understood that it would be a poor choice to anger the unseelie, but she couldn’t prevent the words from escaping her mouth. “I will not have any child besides my husband’s.” She declared through gritted teeth. Esper laughed at her resistance, she liked the idea of forcing the angelic queen to conceive a horrible monstrous baby. Even she thought this was a dreadful horrible fate.

Gersham gave her the torture of watching him hand a nasty looking whip to his slave. Esper shook, not with the torture the queen was feeling, but of excitement. She looked forward to use the weapon against the good hearted queen, even though she had to bite back her disappointment as her master ordered her to leave as little markings as possible. Espers wanted to torture, or permanently scar the beautiful queen until she was nothing but a broken body and a bloodied face, but it seems Gersham had other plans. The silver haired demon had no choice but to obey.

Alynia didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t, it simply would be the end of her if she was to have anyone’s child but Obberron’s! But since that was the case, Alynia could see no way out of this except to agree to the horrible things the prince wanted from her. She eyed the red whip cautiously and then her gaze went from the demoness’s to the prince’s. Her lips quivered as she was so lost, and confused. “Here’s the truth, you are not my master. No matter how much you threaten me.” She stated an angry expression crossed her features. But her expression turned into one more helpless and fearful as Alynia drew in a nervous breath. She spoke slowly and hesitantly. “But I can do nothing to stop you from getting you what you want. I will do what you want me to; just don’t bear me with a child.” Alynia turned her head away from him, tears forming in the corner of her eyes in defeat. Even though she knew there was no other way, Alynia felt disgusted at her words.

Ther was nothing the royal could do to thwart his wishes and she knew it. He grinned at that, searching her terrified features for he could sense the fear there despite her trying to place a good face on things. His eyes widened though as her words got the bertter of her. 'No child but her husband's' present not pat tense and his third eye picked up on the truth their, the conviction of her words.

“He is alive!” And he grinned as he gazed happily at her. She could deny it all she wanted but he knew the truth of the matter. He flickered his gaze towards the demoness as if silently questioning her on what she had told him, that Oberron was no more. It was foolish to think that the king of the fey would be so easily defeated.

Was he upset? Angry? No, for the first time in all the years that she had served her prince there seemed to be glee sparkling in his eyes. “I will have to teach you to be more observant, but that is neither here nor there.”

He registered the defiance of the queen, with refraining from calling him Master. He let her continue until she had finished. He stepped forward, rubbing his hand over her belly, inducing her further with this arousal. He knew the effects athat his touch was having upon her and Gersham knowing traced a hand over her soaked panties, rubbing back and forth before suddnly halting, grapping her chin and bringing her face up to his.

He kissed her fully on the lips, turned his head and spat. “You taste too much like the fey! But no bother, my minions will not mind, queen, and if they do well too bad. They are mine to command.” Gersham back away, nodded to Esper to begin and ignored the wails that the demoness inflicted upon her for more than five minutes before holding up his hand for her to stop.

“Oh, you will call me Master. As defiant as you may be I will brake you. It is only one simple word. Even Esper has learned it. And to think in the beginning she had such the rebellious streak.”

The Balack Prince was patting Esper's platnium locks stroking them as if she were a god or cat that he was being affectionate too. “Esper certainly hopes that you resist. Is that right, Esper?”

He knew that there would be conformation. Esper was such a terrible liar and he already knew the truth of the matter. Plus she hated the queen enough where she was not about to contadict him in fron of her.

“And if it is my will to have you breed one or a dozen children then you shall do it. I am your Master and you are best to remember that. Esper?” He sent his gaze to the demoness, then to Alynia giving her a chance to respond before he ordered his little pet to continue.

Esper watched with amazement as Gersham suddenly lit up with enthusiasm. She was also a bit confused. The demoness herself had seen the queen grieve over her lost husband... How could Oberron still be alive? Of course, she didn't at all care about how this information had affected Alynia's circumstances, but she was very worried that she would be punished for the incorrect information. Watching Gersham she realized that this might not be the case, for now. He seemed so delighted with the information that he granted mercy. She sighed with relief and watched wistfully as her prince began to run his lust inducing hands over the delicate body of the queen. 

Alynia winced as his hand ran over her flat stomach. She shivered under his touch, whimpering shaking in fear. Why her stomach? Was he trying to tell her something? She moaned softly, she tried but couldn't stay silent. She was rolling her head back and forth with mental agony and physical pleasure. Oh the terrible things he was doing to her with just a touch. Alynia didn't think she had ever been so scared in her life. Back when she was a prisoner in Sable's castle a few guards had tried to have their way with her, but never like this! And back then she always had someone to rely on. Right now there was nothing to stop Gersham's hand from wandering down her smooth abdomen and running over her wet panties stimulating her dripping folds. 

As soon as his fingers touched her slit, even with the thin fabric in the way, her senses seemed to be suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body involuntarily threw her head back, a surprised yelp sounded from her lips.

 This lovely noise was cut short as Gersham pressed her face into his in a terrible kiss. She quickly snapped her head away from his blushing. Alynia hated him! Everything he did to her only added to the excitement she felt in between her legs. 

Esper watched with a frown as he kissed her, she herself had never been able to grasp the concept of locking lips, but still such an act was more than enough to make her boils with jealousy. Luckily for her Gersham didn't seem pleased with the taste of her sweet lips as he nodded at the demoness telling her to use the implement. Esper's whip cracked loudly against the queen's soft body, littering her breasts and stomach with angry red lines. Her mounds shook with every strike. As time passed, Esper seemed to enjoy it more and more. There was a demonic smile on her face as she watched the queen writhe in pain.

Alynia cried out loudly with every decent of the whip. She had never been in so much pain! Every time the weapon kissed her body it felt like a neat little line of hot iron burning  into her flesh. She screamed, a wonderful high pitched note that seemed to draw Esper into a frenzy as she increased in speed. Alynia's form twisted desperately, but she could do nothing to avoid the blows. "Stop!-AH- Stop!" she wailed but it was only when Esper saw her prince's hand did she reluctantly step back from the queen.  A little smirk of satisfaction was still upon her face.

Alynia's beautiful body hung limp and tired; she was not used to such physical distress and unfortunately for her, her pain tolerance had never been so high. Her breasts shook with each strained gasp for air. A variety of stripes covered her body, expertly delivered by the demoness. It was as of her body had been lit on fire. It was easily to tell she was fighting a losing battle as her body was thrown from agonizing pleasure to searing pain. She could find no strength to respond to Gersham's taunting words.

On the other hand, Esper seemed a great deal more happy. She mewled with gratitude as her master stroked his hand over her silky hair. "Hmm yes master. I was so foolish in the past." Esper mused joyfully. "and you're right, just as you always are. I like it when they're disobedient." she purred giving Alynia a poisonous smirk. The queen trembled in fear her resolve dissolving from such a small taste of the whip. 

Alynia's innocent eyes blinked in horror; she knew pregnancy was the one thing that could not happen to her! The one thing that would that would not only hurt her, but her husband, his kingdom, everyone of his subjects. Tears began falling down her cheeks. "Anything but that.." she whispered quietly feeling so ashamed. "Anything." she cried softly. But her voice quickly turned more panic as Eaper approached her again. "No!" she screeched rattling her chains. "Enough! I'll be good! I'll obey!" 

Esper laughed, a cold hearted chuckle. "Master, I don't exactly believe her quite yet...." she suggested with a smile fingering her whip watching the queen struggle with the look of a predator. Alynia's eyes were desperate and pleading. She really was going to be reduced to some sick kind of toy. Tears rolling silently down her face as she whimpered. "No more. Please no more" she begged.

Gersham perked an eyebrow up at the queen. A slight grin on his features than he had listened to Esper but had not garnted her any permission to continue just yet as he walked back over to the rack that hung on the wall. He looked away as he skimmed over the impliments there, looking over the wicked tools before glancing back at Easper and gesturing her to come to tis side.

His hand grabbed the back of her head, his lips pressing to her mouth for a good while though as that arousing kiss ended he took the whip from her grasp and returned it to the wall.

“No fey after taste queen,” he gazed at Alynia as he removed a long silver wand from the rack and presssed it into Esper's hand, there was no jewel at the end of it, just a metal prolong that he ran his fingers over, a jolt of electricity emitting from it, though Gersham was unharmed by it, as would have been his resident slut if he had tried to use it on Esper but that wasn't to be the case since the fey did not share the immunities of demons. And the queen was neither demon or fey.

“Can't you tell she's utterly terrified without hope. Her husband is alive but yet cannot save her this time. I suspect he's regenerating and will need some time to do so. I should have realize. And like a fool Oberron will come here in a weakened state, easy to defeat. I wouldn't want to disappoint her from such a blessed reunion but it won't be one where she is saved but rather one where she is joined by her king. Right there,” he pointed to an empty set of manacles with the same smirk on his features letting Alynia realize that there was no hope for her.

“And regardless of how many times I have to kill him I will bestow true death upon him. I suspect it will only be once given that he won't have the protection of his realm again but if not I will have such delightful pleasure and the queen will have front row seats for all this. Neither would like seeing the other in pain I suspect and it only adds to the effect. Please me and perhaps I will allow you to participate.”

He had to take his slut by the chin to have her raise fully to her feet. He grinned a little. “Not like that ...”

He grinned as he walked over to the queen, yanking down her panties part way he quickly inserted two fingers into that wet slit, thrusted quickly inside her then extracted his fingers wiping them on the front of his shirt.

“Still no Master? I hardly suspected it so soon, queen. But you do not get it. You have no choice in the matter. Your wishes are no longer your own but mine, but please, contradict me. Esper I'm sure will love it.”

He stepped away from her then as he glanced back to Esper, he modded.

Alynia was silent saved for the tiny scared sounds that she truly had no control over. Her eyes followed Gersham to the dreaded rack of implements, and every second he spent gazing at the torture devices the more dread and fear wracked at the queen's bare form. Her mind was so conflicted, so torn with agony and arousal as she watched the prince give Esper a magnificent kiss. Her body still stung painfully from then whip, but her underwear was completely soaked with the juices of her arousal. Alynia ducked her head in odium.

Esper melted into the rough forceful kiss he gave her moaning wantonly. Her body shivered delightfully at the shocks of pleasure running through her lips to in between her thighs. "Oh, Master!" she moaned without shame. Her eyes glittered with excitement as he took away the whip hand pressed the electric wand into her hands. She ran a hand over the metal prod with fascination feeling a tingle of electricity. She smiled, knowing the device would be much more painful to human skin than hers.

Alynia eyed the device with fear, worried about what it was to do to her. It didn't seem to affect the demons, but it wasn't difficult to tell that her body was much more delicate. She tore her mind off of the horrible device as she listened to his even worse words. Alynia turned her head away, she could only hope that he was wrong. Oberron wouldn't come in such a weak state, would he? And even if he was to he certainly wouldn't come alone! Alynia's eyes followed his finger to the empty pair of manacles besides her and shook her head. There was no way Alynia would ever allow her king to go through the same humiliation she was in. "My husband wouldn't be so brash." She defended quietly. She silently prayed that she was right in her assumption. Alynia had given up on her own freedom, but giving up on her husband's was something she could not do.

"I only exist to please you, my prince!" Esper declared looked delighted thinking over the idea of killing the king of Llynoria as much as Alynia looked terrified. Imagining her husband in so much pain was something she could not handle as the tears renewed themselves, falling serenely down her beautiful face. Her wet eyes, still as innocent and wide as the first day she stepped into this realm, blinked as Gersham approached her with a leering expression. It was a peculiar look she gave him, one that appeared to plead him to stop but at the same time dare him to do his worse. Her eyes were deep and honest, letting him see her fear, embarrassment, shame, arousal... 

His did nothing to stop him as he tore down her panties causing her to noticeably wince. "AH!" she moaned out in shock as his finger delved into her wet pussy thrusting in and out at an incredible rate. Alynia had been so sensitive with pain that she had almost climaxed right then as she was taken by surprise. The queen didn't know what to think, dissapppinted or glad, as he pulled away. She pressed her lips together refusing to say anything. 

Her will to stay quiet quickly vanished as Esper approached her with the prod. "I wonder what this does when I put this here..." she taunted pressing he metal end into the girl's breast. The effect was immediate. A beautiful long drawn out scream sounded around the tower . Esper's eyes lit up like a child at the sound of such incredible pain. "Wonderful..." the demoness breathed out tracing the wand up and down the exposed body given to her to play with. Esper relished in the queen's whimpering. She sent other excruciating jolt this time concentrated at Alynia's stomach, watching with earnest as the girl writhed, twisted, and wailed with agony. "I think you look most beautiful with an expression like that your highness." she whispered. Alynia sobbed, she couldn't do this... It hurt so much worse than the whip. And the demoness's words made it all so much more terrible.

Esper grinned as she rubbed the wand at the queen's swollen clit. Alynia moaned and shook in pleasure and absolute terror. She looked at the demoness, silently pleading for her to stop, not there, please not there. But the demoness did obey as she allowed the full wrath of electricity to run it's course. The queen was screaming much louder than before. Her body body contorted with desperation as she suffered. She threw her head back, trying to buck away from the horrible device. 

It was too much, too much pain for the delicate body of the queen. "Please! Stop!" she begged as pitifully tears stained her face. "Master! Please tell her to stop!" she screamed again as Esper applied more pressure to her button. "I'll be good! I'll obey!" Alynia pleaded with gasping breaths. She burned with shame and agony, blinking in and out of conscience. Alynia wasn't going to be able to take in much more pain. "Forgive me Oberron..." she cried softly in shame

“Perhaps you failed to notice a particular motiff. Oberron of storms. The artifact named after him, the Orb of Storms or perhaps no one has told you but seeing how your husband if not here I'll educate you.

“Oberron is not patient, he rages like a storm and doesn't think everything through before he acts. Oh, I doubt he'll come alone but I have a castle of minions. I also have a dragon, so let him come. That alone trumps his royal guard or weapon master. I am not worried and I now that he will come here himself to this very tower. He will want to save you himself even if he cannot do so he will be amongst the rescue team and thus he will be walking right into a trap.” Gersham chuckled a little, confident that this would all come to pass. He wanted to ensure that Alynia was utterly without hope.

She was still resisting him, still defiant at least she was trying to be. He had backed up and watched her suffer, grinning as he observed Esper at work. He delighted in those cries of pain and it was clear that Alynia would be unable to resist for long.

And then he heard it, the words fluttering off of her lips. He let Esper continue for a moment longer though. She did not relent straight away so he felt no compulsion in ending her suffering straight away. It had not lingered for long though before he shot up a hand causing Esper to stop her punishment.

He stepped forward brushing a hand over her beautiful breast. Tracing over one of the welts there. “All this could have been avoided if you relented sooner. Of course you and I both know that this was necessary. Oberron will never forgive you, never, for he hates me so.” Gersham chuckled a little. His finger sweeping down her chest, circling her clit and infusing it with his warm caress. He let the pleasure replace the pain.

“A piety that you taste so much like fey, I could do something about that. You will find that blind obidence will be benefical. Disobience must be met with punishement. I realize that you are not yet broken, not all of the way anyway. You cannot deceive me as much as you would try. But the leason was not to brake you, queen, at least not today, but for you to learn a new word.

“Very soon my minions will have despoiled you enough where there will be no fey after taste.” His eyes lit up deliciously then. He snapped his head toward Esper.

“Esper, keep her supplied with mead, make sure she drinks it.” He then turned towards the queen. “We will play a little game, you and I. You say Oberron will stay away, I say he won't but I will keep you on mead long enough for you to loose this fey after taste. Then I will get you pregnant with my child. If Oberron comes then he will die before he ever know but if you are correct and he stays away he will come to realize that this bastard child with a right to his throne is my child, and I thought there was no heir to the throne he would hate more than Puck.”

“Esper, clean her up with the salve then come to my quarters. I will have to evaluate your performance for the day.” He turned and paused at the door. “And Esper, do not harm the queen further.” He then left the two women alone.

The way the flames glowed off of her body, slick with cold sweat, and the way her breaths were terse and raspy made it seem like the girl had just ran a marathon. Alynia hung limp and thankful as Esper withdrew the weapon. She wasted no effort to avoid him as Gersham played with her clit. Small reluctant moans mingled with her soft crying as the prince drugged her senses with arousal. She did not respond to his taunts, Alynia didn’t even lift her head to look at him. She hated him and hated Esper too for her cruelty, but more than that she was disgusted with herself. The hand massaging in between her thighs sent such pleasure through her core. Alynia was worried if she met eyes with the Prince, he would be able to see her wanting. These were sensations Alynia didn’t want to show. She let out a small sigh of relief (and disappointment, though she would never catch herself admitting to such horrible things.) as his hand left her flower.

He taunted her with that horrible one-sided game, gave orders to his slave, and left. Alynia raised her head as if to make sure he was gone, before looking at the demoness wondering if she was actually going to heal her. “Yes master.” The demoness responded. Esper bowed her head faithfully, though with an expression of displeasure, as her master closed the door. She didn’t want to heal the queen, no not at all. In fact she had wanted to apply a bit more discomfort for their honored guest. Esper glared at Alynia with and icy expression caused the naked girl to shiver.

Still, the demon reluctantly conjured up a small jar of ointment and approached the tear stained queen and applied a small amount of it only every angry red stripe on her pale flesh. Alynia watched with an odd curiosity and resisted the urge to thank her tormentor. Was this girl really unable to deny her master’s commands? Was she going to be reduced to such a state? Esper’s obedience and devotion to Gersham almost scared Alynia as much as her sadistic intent. As Esper let the jar melt away into shadows she reached down and stroked the girl’s clit. Alynia squeezed her eyes shut and gasped at the unexpected action.

“What a slut.” Esper taunted with a frown letting Alynia see her glistening juices on the demoness’s finger. Alynia winced as Esper caressed her face, letting the queen’s juices smear onto her cheek. “I bet you enjoyed that didn’t you?” Alynia kept her mouth shut and made no motion to respond. Esper laughed at her defiance, the prisoner had been so obedient just a little while ago. It was amazing what pain does to a person’s will. “Don’t worry” Esper mused with a mocking comfort. “Soon Master will get bored of you. Then his minions to will have their way with you. One by one…” Esper reached out to cup one of her breasts as is testing its weight. “But before that we need to make sure your husband gets a glimpse of his queen in such a… noble state.” Alynia blushed and turned her head away causing the demoness to cackle in enjoyment. “Of course, it’ll be the last sight he sees” She concluded with a smile and a glint in her golden eyes.

And with that Esper dissolved into the shadows to meet her prince leaving Alynia alone with nothing but her misery, shame, and the dim flickering light of the fire.