The test of the ring

“Please put the ring on your finger,” said the merchant, extending his hand with the ring.

The sorceress had no intention of touching the filthy hand of a common trader. She levitated the ring over with telekinesis and simultaneously cleaned it with another spell.

“And now — give an order.”

Cease all trade in magical items immediately. You’re clearly not qualified, she said coolly.

“You see, everyone? So smart, so educated — and yet she didn’t even notice how the ring actually works. It works like this: the person wearing it becomes susceptible to mind control. Dear lady — kindly lift your dress up to your hips and show the good people what sorceresses wear underneath! And one more thing — I forbid you to attack me!”

Victoria ignored that last sentence. Indeed, she hadn’t considered the possibility that the ring might function in reverse. But after a moment’s thought she decided it would be utterly idiotic for a ring to work that way. Only a fool would willingly put on such an item. It’s far easier to enchant someone so that the wearer controls other people’s minds than the other way around.

“This is complete nonsense. There are no rings that function the way you describe,” the empress declared — completely unaware that she was now displaying her underwear to the citizens of Varinthar.

“Well, what do you think?” Meltzer asked the crowd, bursting into laughter right afterward.

Only at that moment did the ruler of the entire known world realize she was showing the townspeople her lacy underwear — which barely covered her pubic mound — along with her stockings and high heels.

She tried to cast spells. Nothing worked. A mental block prevented it.

“So? Not so clever after all, are you?” he said, giving her ass a loud slap.

“As punishment for slandering me — hold your dress as high as possible and dance.”

“How dare you!? I’ll kill you for this!” she shouted while gracefully performing a waltz.

“No, no — what kind of dance is that? Faster, faster! Dance like a tavern wench!”

“I am not a tavern wench,” she replied while flawlessly obeying the command.

“I order you to stop this at once!” she screamed to the delight of the crowd.

In response, Meltzer stepped behind her and tore her panties apart.

“You’re already dead!”

“Oh, shut up already. From now on you can only praise me!”

Most likely threats were about to pour from Victoria’s lips, but thanks to the control what came out was:

“Oh yes, my most illustrious Lord Meltzer, you are simply magnificent.”

“That’s more like it,” the merchant laughed, seeing her crimson face.

This cannot be happening! the monarch thought desperately while displaying her pussy and ass to her own subjects.

“Right then — does anyone have any ideas what we should do with this snobbish bitch?” Meltzer shouted to the crowd.