The dark knight returns

As Daelana left behind the gathering of girls that had strangely accumulated themselves outside the castle, she ran back to her quarters. As soon as she burst through the doors she sprinted to her bed and jumped right into it, planting her face into her pillow and clutching her mattress with an iron grip. She finally had some time to let her thoughts stew. She could comprehend all that had been done the previous night.

It was the worst scenario imaginable. She had given herself in her entirety to the dark lord. And worst of all, she enjoyed it. After everything Malgor had hammered into her head she couldn't deny that even to herself. It was that damn transformation doing its evil work on her. Making her feel pleasure when she was violated and treated like trash. It wasn't her fault, it was the power Helga placed on her, a curse that made her something other than who she was. That's all it was, right?

A curse. That's what she always called her oath to take down the dark lord. When she took that oath she could feel the hatred filling her up and replacing all other emotions. She knew her life would have no joy ever again, even if she did kill him. She knew that she would suffer incredibly to achieve her goals. She knew she would live her life not day by day but battle by battle. It was a curse, just like the one that was placed on her now. Was Malgor right? Was she always a masochist, only interested in increasing her own agony in order to wash out the sorrow of losing everything? Because in truth, last night was the closest she had come to feeling good in a long, long time.

Daelana rose from her bed and walked to the mirror. She looked over herself, an absolute mess. She straightened her hair out before turning around and lifting her dress, looking at her own butt. She could see the redness peeking out from behind her black lace panties. She could still sometimes feel the sting of Malgor's hand striking her butt cheeks, and of course the thought made her feel insatiably good. She groaned, still mentally wrestling with it all. She pulled her panties down, letting them fall to the floor before reaching back up to her dress and lifting it higher. She looked at her bare butt in the mirror, seeing it completely flushed with red. There was even a darker red hand print on each cheek where Malgor had spanked her. She winced as she saw the physical reminder of how Malgor had touched such an intimate part of her body.

She reached down to rub her ass, seeing if she could soothe it. But at her touch it only stung more. She recoiled, letting a moan escape her breath. She was frightened for a moment for having let out such a lewd sound, but then she remembered she was alone. She looked around at the empty room she was in, confirming this. She then looked back at her red butt. She remembered how good it felt to be spanked, so good that she actually climaxed. If no one was watching, maybe it was no crime to feel good again. She was only reminded how much she had missed what it was like to feel good in any way. She wanted it.

She slapped her own butt, making it jiggle. The sharp sting sent pleasure coursing through her ass. Daelana let out an unhindered moan of pleasure, unafraid of how she looked. She even forgot the spirits of the dead that surely watched over her. She pushed aside their judgement and disapproval while she spanked herself again. She cried out even louder, her pleasure only increasing. It was then she had an idea she was very ashamed of.

She went to the cupboard where the life-sized dildo was kept. She rummaged through it, looking at the other tools she was provided with. She grasped one and pulled it out. It was a black riding crop she had seen in there earlier. As she held onto the tool with its exact purpose clear in her mind, she realized just how depraved she appeared to be.

"Gods, what am I doing?" she said, "No. No one is watching. No one is watching."

She cast away any doubt and went back to the mirror. She arched her back and angled her butt towards the mirror where she could see it best. She grasped the riding crop firmly in her hands, biting her lip as she prepared herself for what she was about to do. With a deep breath, she flicked the crop down and let the tip strike her sensitive cheek with a precise jab. She screamed in ecstasy as her head leaned back, her whole body filling with pleasure. She hadn't realized just how good she would feel the moment she stopped denying herself.

Just at that moment the door swung open. Lila came running in yelling.

"Daelana!" said Lila, "Are you..."

Daelana stared at Lila in stunned silence as she was caught bottomless and spanking herself before the mirror. Lila too was too shocked to speak. After they exchanged glances with wide eyes for a long moment, Daelana threw the crop to the side and covered her pussy with her hands, her expression becoming her usual angry one again.

"What are you doing?!" Daelana yelled, "Don't just come in here!"

"I'm sorry!' said Lila, "It's just... it's just..."

"Just what?" said Daelana, eager to move the conversation away from what she was just caught doing.

"Well, umm..." said Lila.

Lila struggled to collect her thoughts, still not comprehending what she had just seen. It was the last thing she would've expected. It made her think that perhaps Daelana did enjoy her night. But how was that possible? Daelana quickly used the time bought by Lila's stuttering to grab her own panties from off the floor and put them back on.

"Angelica wanted to see you," said Lila, "I mean... she wants to see all of us. For a meeting. She wants us all to meet."

Daelana continued to glare at Lila angrily.

"Great," said Daelana, "I'm not going."

"Oh, um..." said Lila, "But Angelica said I have to bring you so..."

"I said I'm not going!" said Daelana, "After what I went through I deserve some rest! You don't know what I suffered through last night!"

"Well, technically I do," said Lila.

"What?" said Daelana.

Lila meekly pointed up to the TV in their room. Daelana followed her finger and saw it too. A complete log of all the things that had happened between her and Malgor for everyone to see.

"Fuck, I forgot about that for a second," said Daelana.

Lila fidgeted in place, struggling to find the right words to say. She could only say the first thing to pop into her head.

"I mean, it didn't seem too bad," said Lila.

"What did you just say?" said Daelana, turning her head sharply back to her.

Lila's froze in place, realizing that may not have been the wisest thing to say. She did her best to salvage her statement.

"Well, you did... you know... you... you... finished just fine..." said Lila, "That's something good, right?"

"What are you trying to say?" said Daelana.

It was clear she was growing angrier. She started approaching Lila with a menacing stride. Lila backed away slowly, quivering more and more.

"I mean, you were just..." said Lila, "I saw you... uh... you know... hitting... I mean..."

"If you have something to say to me, say it straight up!" yelled Daelana.

She had come straight up to her. Daelana was breathing down Lila's neck and Lila was terrified. She had never been on the receiving end of one of her outbursts before, at least not to this capacity. In this moment of panic, all Lila could think of was what she was always taught by her parents: that keeping the truth from people never did anything good.

"You enjoyed yourself, didn't you?" said Lila, "That's why you were hitting yourself, right? So it wasn't so bad, right?"

Daelana grew furious. Though she was indeed indulging in the pleasure, she felt livid at the nerve of her roommate to come out and say it. She felt like she was being accused of some kind of weakness, and that she could not stand.

"I'm going to kill you!" said Daelana.

Daelana opened her arms to grab Lila. Lila screamed and ducked under the closing arms, escaping her grasp. Lila darted to the opposite side of the room. Daelana ran after her, fury in her eyes like she was a wolf hunting prey. This only terrified Lila more. It was then when Lila remembered what she promised herself. She had to cast a spell today or suffer the consequences. There would be no better time to do so than in defense of herself. As Daelana, being the much faster runner, caught up to her and grabbed the hem of her dress, Lila shouted with panicked breath and threw her arms out to her.

"Imperatricis Vestimenta!" said Lila.

It was the one spell Lila felt the least guilty about, although that didn't mean she was happy about it. In an instant, Daelana watched in horror as her clothes crumbled into dust before disappearing completely. She was rendered naked in seconds. She was stunned, not expecting this at all. Lila used the moment of shock Daelana found herself in to wrench herself from her grasp and bolt for the door. Daelana snapped out of it and ran after her. But Lila reached the door first and ran outside, heading back to the group. Daelana stopped at the door, desperately not wanting to go outside naked where she could bump into others. Daelana was left snarling where she stood.

"You little bitch!" said Daelana, "I'll get you for this!"

Daelana ran back inside to her closet. She grabbed some extra underwear and tried to put it on, but the moment she stuck her leg though the hole of the panties, they too disintegrated into nothing. She stood their confused and bewildered. Was she cursed to be naked? How long would this last? Lila never read out loud the descriptions of her spells so she had no idea what they could do. Either way, she was certainly not going out like this. So she slumped down on her bed, nude as an animal, waiting for the spell to hopefully wear off.