Daelana in the bathroom

Daelana rushed into the bathroom, having found an opportunity to escape from the growing tension in the main hall while everyone was distracted. She didn't want anything to do with any of that. That was, aside from stopping Angelica from throwing another dish. She wondered to herself why she even did that. After everything she had been through she really didn't think she should've bothered. If Angelica was going to dig her own grave, let her. But something made her interject anyways.

Perhaps she had felt some sort of empathy for her. With that first throw, she had brought herself even lower in the ranking than she was. Her night with Malgor did nothing good for her points, but Angelica managed to do even worse without even being **** to sleep with him. She knew the feeling of being that low, like being dangled right above a knife's blade with a string of rope. Every movement and every imperfection could cause it to snap and send her hurtling towards her doom. She thought Angelica must've felt this too. To think that Daelana would care so much about these rankings, nothing more than the approximation in which they were all held by a monster all of them hated, and take it so seriously that she would feel kinship with another failing to climb the ranks.

But the worst thought of all that happened to cross her mind was that she was thanking Angelica. Thanking her for the slap. That painful, pleasurable slap that was so intoxicating she didn't even bother hiding how good it felt. But it wasn't just the ecstasy of it. There was something more to it. Something more sinister. She felt like she deserved it. After all she had done to Lila, she felt like she deserved to be punished. She deserved more than a slap. She deserved to be stripped and flogged through the streets until her backside was red and raw. And yet that too would bring her immeasurable amounts of pleasure, so much so that she couldn't stop picturing it, imagining how it would feel. Is that really what she wanted? No, she told herself. She merely deserved it, not wanted it. It is not something she would seek out without proper cause. That's the excuse she used to calm her mind.

Either way, she remembered that she didn't just run to the bathroom to hide. She actually needed to pee. It just so happened that she would have a good excuse for leaving at the right time. She found the bathroom strangely clean. She was used to the privy being a dirty place made of wood, but they were ceramic here with various mechanisms attached to them. It was strange, but familiar enough that she knew how to used them. She found a stall with a toilet and went in, closing them door.

It was there that she realized a problem: she couldn't relieve herself in this dress. It was all of one piece so she would have to take it all off. This would leave her completely naked, just like earlier that day. She shrugged it off. She was not only alone here, but within a stall. She wouldn't have to worry about any embarrassing incidents. She undid the ties and buttons on her dress and slid it down her body. She then slid off her panties and sat naked on the toilet. Though she was exposed, she felt more relaxed than she had been for a while. She let her legs spread and began to pee.

Suddenly, the stall door burst open. Daelana jumped in her seat as she saw Malgor stand before her. She was terrified, her moment of solace suddenly intruded upon. She saw him watch her greedily as she allowed herself to pee perfectly in his view from between her spread legs. She soon realized this and swiftly closed her legs and placed her hands in front of her pussy, her face turning redder than ever. Were it anyone else she would've shouted at them, demanding they leave. But she was too frightened to do so now. She finished peeing as his eyes remained fixed on her in her most intimate state.

"You have yet to pay respects," said Malgor, "Did you think you could slip away from that?"

"I.. was going to come back!" said Daelana.

"Is that the truth?" said Malgor, "Or were you too scared to face me before the others?"

"That..." said Daelana as she looked down in silence and shame.

"Look at you, naked, full of fear, and stammering for an excuse," said Malgor, "Is this the same woman who defied me?"

Daelana looked up at him, anger attempting to fill her eyes until she found that she couldn't even muster rage anymore. Fear overtook it completely. Naked and having just urinated, she felt **** and humiliated as his hungry gaze took her in. She was alone with him, no one to save her, just like that night. If she spoke out now, if she tried to push back in any way, she would lose points and everyone would see her folly on the scoreboard. She would be shamed even further. As someone who had always felt the eyes of others judging her, the worst thing about losing this competition would surely be the eyes of the victors looking upon her as she was danced around like a puppet knowing full well how many mistakes she had made to get her there. The fear of such judgement alone drove her to silence. That was the most resistance she could summon.

Malgor let his ire show through his visage as he lifted his coiled fist to her lips, his ring presented just before them expectantly. Daelana looked up at him, knowing full well what he wanted without him saying a thing. With great apprehension, she tilted her face forward and pursed her lips before planting them on his ring, kissing them with a sultry pout all the while she cursed herself every second the copper taste remained in her mouth. She pulled away from the kiss and looked to the side, avoiding his gaze and covering her naked body as much as she could.

Daelana showed her reverence to the master. +2 VP

Malgor smiled at her. She was so humiliated that she couldn't summon an ounce of the bite she once had. He knew that her mind was slowly being broken, molded into what he wanted. She was showing signs of being the loyal wife he wished for. He saw for himself how she acted violently towards Lila, a cherished friend, all while burying the shame of being made naked again. It was all building in her, but he didn't wish to reveal his hand outright yet. All he needed was the knowledge of just how much she had cracked, nothing more.

He unclasped his fist and reached his hand towards Daelana's face. She winced and closed her eyes, expecting a slap. Instead he simply grasped her chin and gently stroked it. She opened her eyes in shock, not expecting such a gentle touch from the dark lord. She even moaned involuntarily as his fingers ran along the edge of her skin. She tried to silence herself, but it was too late. He heard her sound of surrender.

"Were you expecting pain from me?" asked Malgor, "Or perhaps it is more accurate to ask were you wishing pain from me?"

"No..." said Daelana.

She blurted out the word as a reflex, but even that felt empty. She could see that Malgor knew this, that he could see right through her. All of her thoughts and fears throughout the day were being confirmed in that moment. He truly did know her better than she knew herself. She felt more naked than ever.

"But perhaps you don't deserve pain anymore," said Malgor, "Perhaps you deserve to feel good."

"No..." said Daelana.

She said it again instinctively, but this time her eyes widened in realization of what she just said. Malgor grinned again, catching her slipping.

"No?" said Malgor, "So you do deserve to be punished? Is there something you ought to be punished for?"

Sweat started rolling down Daelana's brow. Not only was he prying her deepest secrets from her, she was giving them away willingly. She knew that any words that came from her mouth would be read by Malgor like a book, and he would know exactly if she meant them or not. Seeing no other option, she knew she had to let some version of the truth out.

"Yes..." she mumbled under her breath.

"Yes, what?" said Malgor.

"I hurt my friend because of you!" she yelled, "Your foul wickedness has infected me! Having your way with my body wasn't enough! You needed my mind too! You and this wretched place has warped me beyond recognition! So yes, I deserve to be punished, and so do you Malgor for doing this to me!"

Daelana insulted the master. -3VP.

She didn't care. She found some semblance of courage in her mind and her pride demanded she not let it go. Malgor did not move his hand from her chin.

"Listen to yourself," said Malgor, "You ramble on like a madwoman, blaming phantoms in your mind for your actions. There is nothing I have made you do. I have cast no magics on you to twist your mind to my commands. That was your own doing."

"But... the magic of this place!" said Daelana, "That is not natural! And though you did not cast it you took advantage of it! I know!"

"And how much effort did I really need for that?" said Malgor, "It is one thing to be cursed with pleasurable pain, it is another to give in to it. To seek out pain only for the thrill of it. To dish it out of your own free will. I thought a warrior like yourself would resist such a thing, but you have not even tried! You allowed this to happen to yourself. You wanted it to."

She breathed heavily, grasping for the shred of dignity she thought she had found, but losing it to the abyss of her sanity. She wanted to retort, but such words would regain their original hollowness. She was losing the strength to defend herself. Then suddenly Malgor's grip on Daelana's chin tightened slightly. She could feel his once gentle brushes become harsh squeezes as his fingers sank into flesh cheeks and his nails dug into her cheeks. She could feel him start to slightly lift her up just barely. His precious grasp on her threatened to become a **** hold that would squeeze the anguish out of her.

"Stop me," said Malgor, "Fight back against me. What are a few futile strikes or a couple lost points in comparison to your warrior's pride? If you truly did not crave this, if this truly wasn't what you wanted, dark knight Daelana would bite and claw at this **** hand of mine without fear or hesitation! Well? Let's see you bite!"

She felt the blood rushing through her body, heating her loins with fervor. She began to breath rapidly and her cheeks flushed red even as she felt only minimal pain from his clutch. Rather, it was her anticipation of the pain she would receive as his finger truly closed on her throat and she would be locked into a vise of torment from which there was no escape. The mere thought of this drove her pussy to dampen under her. She wondered if that too was an effect of the curse or just of her own mind. Whatever it was, the feeling was too overwhelming for her to speak, move, or do anything except give in to the feeling, and all so easily.

But then he let go. She dropped slightly back onto the toilet, coughing as if she had been truly choked even though he only tightened his grip on her by the tiniest margin. He chuckled maniacally as he turned around. Of course he could see the gears turning in Daelana's head. He knew what she refused to admit out loud, and he refused to give her what she wanted because of that.

"Worthless pain slut," said Malgor, "The only things you deserve are the things I allow you. Don't forget it."

"Huh...?" said Daelana, "No!"

She reached out to him with an angry look on her face. She was ready to let loose a barrage of curses and foul names at the dark lord, but two thoughts struck her and stopped her from doing so. The first, she knew what points she would lose if she did so. And the second, she would've been angry at him for not hurting her. No righteous cause, no defiance. She would've been mad to not be used like a toy for him. Was that truly what she had become? She lifted her knees onto the toilet seat in front of her and clutched them in an attempt to hide herself completely, not wanting to be seen by anyone. Malgor cruelly kept his gaze on her for just long enough to let her know how **** she was before smiling and walking away. He slammed the doors to he bathroom shut, giving Daelana space to ruminate on what had just happened.