What true power looks like

With a clean slice from Yara’s blade, the last guard’s head came flying off his body and rolled on the floor, joining the dismembered bodies of his comrades on the blood stained sands. Yara breathed heavily as she looked around her. The square had become a slaughterhouse with nothing but the corpses of guards as far as the eye could see. Only a few screaming townsfolk remained crawling away.

She looked back to Malgor and Daelana. Malgor stood tall as he cleaned his blade and Daelana was driving her sword into a prone guard who wasn’t quite dead yet. Her naked body had become red from blood almost like war paint. A rage was in her eyes that rivaled even the greatest warriors from Yara’s clan. Curious, the orc approached the dark knight.

“You fight well,” said Yara.

Daelana looked up at Yara. The fury in her calmed slowly as she realized the battle was over. With calm came awareness and with awareness came embarrassment, and she placed a hand over her breasts as she faced Yara.

“Yeah, you too,” said Daelana.

“You are his girl then?” said Yara, “Malgor’s?”

“Well… not exactly,” said Daelana.

“What do you mean?” said Yara.

“I just find myself in a situation I never thought I’d be in,” said Daelana, “It complicates things.”

“What complication is there?” said Yara, “You are a **** or you are not.”

“Hmph,” said Daelana, “And you? You’re fighting by his side. Are you his ****?”

“Hmph,” said Yara, “One does not need to be a **** to fight for another.”

“That’s not how Malgor does things,” said Daelana, “How long have you been with him? However long, you should know that he doesn’t accept anyone working with him. Only working under him.”

“Then we are of the same cohort,” said Yara, “As we both fight for him.”

“I guess,” said Daelana, “The only difference is that you won’t have to deal with him after today. I will.”

“What do you mean?” said Yara.

“Once he finds two more of us or when this day ends, we’ll be gone,” said Daelana, “Like none of this ever happened.”

Yara looked at Daelana with some confusion. “What do you speak of? If I so chose, I would simply follow him wherever he was going.”

“You don’t get it,” said Daelana, “We’re not walking somewhere. We’ll just disappear and reappear somewhere else.”

“What?” said Yara, “Why? Can’t you stop it?”

“It’s not our choice,” said Daelana.

Yara looked at Daelana with much apprehension. She then looked back to Malgor who had finally cleaned his blade. Yara stormed up to him. Daelana eased up on covering herself with eyes no longer on her. She casually flicked some of the blood off of her while Olga came up behind her.

“Sorry dear,” said Olga, “I’d offer you my clothes to wear but I’m afraid I’m in the same predicament as you.”

Daelana turned to see the smile of the naked orc woman who stood at her back. The dark knight’s eyes were particularly attracted to her large motherly breasts.

“Not sure if it’d fit,” said Daelana.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a ****, dear,” said Olga.

Daelana narrowed her eyes at Olga. “Why are you saying this?”

“You are much like my daughter,” said Olga, “You seem ashamed of your predicament. But we cannot change our fates, can we? We can only find what joys can be had in them.”

“Like finding pleasure in pain?” said Daelana, “But that is a curse placed against my will. Did some sorcerer curse you with the same?”

“No,” said Olga, “No magic is necessary to find pleasure in pain. Only an open mind.”

Daelana stood in thought while Olga patiently stood by her. Meanwhile, Yara approached Malgor who met her eyes as she got close.

“Malgor!” said Yara, “Is it true? You are to leave us?”

“Yes, it’s true,” said Malgor, “You heard me say I do not have long to stay in these lands, didn’t you?”

Yara paused for a moment. A pain lurched in her heart though she did not want to admit to herself why. She simply called out louder like a battlecry.

“But you still must help me defeat the devil queen!” said Yara, “It was our vow!”

“I intend to,” said Malgor, “But do not ask for more. Once my task is complete, I’ll never see this world again.”

“But…” said Yara slowly, “Once the devil queen is dead there will be so much more to do. More foes will surely come. If we stood against them together we’d be unstoppable.”

Malgor fiddled with the pommel of his sword. He intensely stared at Yara. She made many excuses, but Malgor could tell that there were no grander motivations behind her desires. Though he had no past with her and she knew nothing even of his true power, she wished to be with him. This irked him in a strange way, a feeling he hadn’t felt before. Though it was unfamiliar, he wanted to grasp it, claim it like he’d claim a ****. If these were his last moments with this woman, he wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“Enough of these excuses,” said Malgor, “Tell me why you do not wish for me to go.”

Yara looked up at him at a loss for words. Though she was not alone with Malgor, the eyes of others laid on her just beyond them, she found herself unable to maintain her warrior’s pride and began stuttering like a young girl. Her cheeks flushed red as the blood that was smattered upon her face. Her mouth was agape, like she wished to say something, but still was too frightened to do so.

“Malgor, I…” said Yara.

But before she could find any courage, the gates of the palace opened again. The pair turned their attention to it and saw another group of guards come out. But this time, they were tailed by two important looking figures. A bald man in red robes and a scantily clad red woman with horns emerged with their heads held high. Yara’s face swiftly grew angry and her breaths quickened as she stared at the red skinned woman with malice.

“That’s her,” said Yara, “The devil queen herself.”

Daelana stood further away with Olga and readied her blade as Olga stood behind her.

“That’s the one that kept you as a ****?” said Daelana.

“Yes,” said Olga, “It was her who demanded our whippings.”

Daelana stared menacingly at Thaena. With guards surrounding her, Thaena smiled and puffed out her chest as she stood before Malgor and Yara.

“So, you are the miscreants that dared attempt rebellion against me,” said Thaena, “Not bad work, if I do say so myself, but your fun ends here.”

“Devil queen Thaena!” said Yara, “Your insult to my clan hasn’t gone unnoticed, nor shall it go unpunished!"

“Is that what this is about?” said Thaena, “Some backwater orc tribe wants ****? And for what? What wrong did I do that I supposedly must right?”

“You attacked my people! Took my mother as a ****!” said Yara.

“Hmm,” said Thaena, “I don’t quite remember what incident you refer to. Your green skin disgusts me so I wouldn’t have taken any of you as my pets. Ah, but I do recall seeing that buxom orc woman around the dungeons. My guards have lower standards for their whores so I let them keep her.”

“Pompous bitch!” said Yara, “I’ll end your insults now!”

Yara yelled out as she charged towards Thaena, weapon in hand. Two guards from her retinue quickly came to block her way. She cut them both down with slashes to their necks. Their sudden deaths caused the other guards to flinch and back up. Thaena, however, remained unmoved. Yara took the opportunity to lunge for the unprotected devil queen, swinging her blade down towards her head. But before the blow connected, Yara felt a sharp pain jabbing through her shoulder. It somehow made her freeze in place, her sword held high above her head. Her eyes darted over to Axrogol who had already shot a dart of his blood through her.

“What’s happening? Why can’t I move?” said Yara.

With a flick of Axrogol’s finger, Yara felt her body disobey her and she stepped away from Thaena. Axrogol made her grip loosen until she dropped her blade to the ground. He then pointed downwards and caused Yara to drop to her knees on the ground before Thaena who laughed uproariously.

“Surprised?” said Thaena, “Did you think I built my dynasty on physical might alone? If I did, any brute like you could’ve matched it. But no one can match arcane might, and that might is under my control! Isn’t that right?”

“Quite so, my lady,” said Axrogol.

Yara strained as she tried to move but she found herself solidly frozen in place. Her confidence waned as she realized there was truly nothing she could do.

“Axrogol, make this worm strip naked like the animal she is,” said Thaena, “Her ugly skin won’t make her a good sex ****, but I’ll still get off on watching her humiliate herself!”

“You bitch!” said Yara, “Drop this foul spell and fight me!”

Axrogol swirled his fingers around and made Yara reach her hands up to her top. She mentally rages against her own body for moving against her and could do nothing but fearfully anticipate the moment her fingers clutched onto her leather top. She then yelped as her hands were made to lift it up and let her tits drop out, exposed for her enemies to see. Axrogol and Thaena laughed as Yara looked like a slut exposing her breasts to them. Thaena then turned to Malgor, Daelana, and Olga further behind.

“Now, the rest of you may wish to surrender,” said Thaena, “If you all grovel before my feet, I won’t make you walk naked around town with your arms behind your back like I’ll do to this orc!”

Malgor watched the display with arms crossed.

“You are the greatest power of this world?” said Malgor, “Perhaps I gave these lands too much credit. Its great oppressor cannot even summon power for herself.”

“What do you speak of?” said Thaena, “If this was not enough of a display of my power to urge you to surrender, perhaps I should…”

“You have displayed no power whatsoever,” said Malgor, “You have merely flaunted the power of others. And if they, with all their strengths, bow to you like dogs, then I do not find them impressive either.”

“Do you think to insult me, the great blood mage of the devil queen?” said Axrogol, “I hold your comrade’s life in my hands. I could hold yours in my palm too with but a motion of my finger. I am no dog!”

“And yet with such power you bend completely to the whims of another,” said Malgor, “A dog has sharper teeth than a man, but that does not keep it from being a man’s bitch. And you have a weakling holding your leash. The bitch of a bitch.”

“How dare you!” said Thaena, “You who have no armies or servants cannot comprehend the power I hold! Power over flesh! Over people!”

“I need no armies to take you,” said Malgor.

Malgor began to approach Thaena and Axrogol. The guards backed up, seeing the blood on his blade and the mutilated bodies of guards around them. Thaena clicked her tongue in annoyance and turned to Axrogol.

“Axrogol, make this cur join in his orc friend’s humiliation!” said Thaena.

Axrogol quickly jabbed his palm on his thorny staff, reopening his already fresh wound. He then raised his open hand to Malgor and let a dart of blood shoot from the wound towards him at lightning speed. Malgor, having watched Yara’s encounter, deftly dodged to the side in preparation. Once the blood dart flew past his head, Malgor picked up his pace and ran towards them. Axrogol’s confidence wavered as he fired more darts of blood at Malgor who kept on weaving to the left and right of them. As Malgor almost reached them, Axrogol’s brow furled and his teeth clenched as he leaned forward and began shooting darts of blood out from his hand at a frightening rate. There were so many that Malgor had to veer his course in order to not get hit. He moved to the side and grabbed a guard, using him as a human shield. Malgor moved forward as several darts hit the guard in his grasp and made him go limp. Axrogol’s shots slowed down as his wounded hand started to shrivel up, turning a dusky grey color as the skin receded to touch bones. His hand shook as he looked at it.

“No!” said Axrogol, “I’m using too much blood!”

“What is this foolishness!” said Thaena, “Kill him however you can, you imbecile!”

As Malgor saw Axrogol slowing down as his hand deteriorated, he seized the opportunity. He tossed aside the dead guard and lunged right for Axrogol. He intended to take him out first so that none stood in his way. Axrogol shrieked, jumping back and falling on his ass. Malgor had him pinned. He raised his sword to finish him off. But then, with a look of desperation on his face, Axrogol took his thorny staff and stabbed the spikes into the left side of his face. He screamed from the immense pain and with his screams great tendrils of blood started shooting from his face. They volleyed a short way through the air before coming down like a rain of arrows over Malgor. He reacted as quickly as he could, backing up to dodge them. However, the sheer volume overwhelmed him and one hit him in the shoulder. There was a searing pain as his flesh was pierced and he stopped in his tracks.

Axrogol got up from the ground and pulled the thorny staff from his face. The left side of his face not only bled but looked older and more gaunt, like lifeforce had been reaped from it out of the many wounds that were present. Though half of his mouth felt enormous pain with every movement, he still struggled to curl his lips into a smile as he arrogantly laughed at Malgor who shook from his wound.

“My hand is not the only source of blood!” said Axrogol, “And a greater sacrifice merits greater power! I must admit that you made me take my own face sooner than I would’ve liked, but to see the satisfaction of my queen as I bend your body to my will makes it worth the agony! Now suffer!”

Thaena laughed again. “You should’ve given up earlier. Now you will strip naked and suffer with your friend!”

Axrogol flicked his finger and Malgor felt as his cursed blood began to snake its way into his body, taking hold of its joints. But it hadn’t gotten a hold of him yet. It seemed to struggle through his stronger body. It had spent all its energy to simply pierce his skin. And Malgor still had enough strength to fight. He began to make his voice bellow as he struggled to move his right arm. He pulled against the grasp of the spell and slowly, painfully managed to pull his arm to the wound in his shoulder. With a great scream, he plunged his hand into the wound. His fingers grasped around, feeling the unnaturally coagulated blood that had been shot into him. He ignored the pain as he dug deeper into his wound, trying to get a grasp on the slippery tendril. Then finally, his fingers clasped around the cursed blood and he pulled it out. With a great splattering of red, his hand emerged from his wound holding the blood dart that squirmed like a worm in his grasp. He closed his fingers around the thing and crushed it, making it burst into liquid in his hand. He no longer felt any hold on his body. Axrogol stumbled back in shock.

“Impossible!” said Axrogol, “That is pure magic! It cannot be grasped by physical means! You cannot have possibly done that!”

As Axrogol stuttered his words out, Malgor swiftly used both of his hands and grabbed his quivering arm that held his thorny staff. Without warning, he ripped his arm off. Acrogol screamed as the bloody stump where his arm used to be spurted out blood. Malgor threw his torn limb to the ground, still grasping its staff. Thaena’s laughter ceased as her greatest asset began to be bested.

“Cast your spells now, oh mighty wizard!” said Malgor.

“Axrogol! Do something for hell’s sake!” said Thaena.

But Axrogol could do nothing but hold his severed arm as he moaned in pain. He helplessly looked at Malgor who approached him menacingly and slowly, no longer concerned with him as a threat.

“No!” said Axrogol, “I cannot fail my queen like this! I cannot!”

Malgor grasped Axrogol’s head in both hands. He picked him up off the ground and began to squeeze his skull. Axrogol let out a final cry for help before he was suddenly silenced as Malgor’s hands crushed his head from either side. His brains burst out across the sands as his headless body fell to the ground. At that moment, Yara breathed in deep, no longer under anyone’s control. She quickly shoved her top back down and hid her breasts before getting on her feet again. She stared in awe at Axrogol’s mangled body, once more bewildered by Malgor’s strength. Malgor turned his attention to Thaena who was frozen in place, not comprehending the loss of her blood mage.

“Guards! Protect your queen and rid us of these fiends!” said Thaena.

But the guards made no movements at all. They were all just as frozen in place. Their spears and swords shook in their hands and none of them dared to approach Malgor. Thaena angrily looked at all of them.

“Stop standing around and do something!” said Thaena, “Cowards! Weaklings! You all know well the consequences of disobeying me!”

“They know,” said Malgor, “They are simply questioning if you can continue to enforce those consequences after I do whatever it is I wish to do with you.”

Thaena looked at Malgor who met her gaze with a wicked smile. Her anger started giving way to fear as she realized all the security she had set up for herself had become useless one by one and now left her defenseless. She backed away from Malgor.

“Do not approach me, scum!” said Thaena, “I am the devil queen! Whatever plans you may have, you shall regret it later!”

Malgor deftly ignored her warnings and approached her. Seeing as he was not wavering, Thaena turned and attempted to flee. However, Yara jumped in front of her, blocking her path to escape. Yara then grabbed her head and pushed her down to the ground towards Malgor. She landed at his feet and Malgor reached down and grabbed her by the throat. He lifted her into the air, leaving her kicking and **** in his grasp.

“No! Let me go!” said Thaena.

Yara approached excitedly. “You have her! We have finally taken her down! None but us… no, none but you have ever had the devil queen at their mercy! I beg of you to let me finish her and redeem my quest!”

Malgor looked at the struggling devil queen in his hold. He saw her wriggle beautifully within his fingers, her eyes betraying her complete inability to save herself. The contradiction in her mind as her gloating and arrogance had led to nothing but her being soundly defeated. It was a gorgeous sight for Malgor, one he had become accustomed to these past days. He had also become accustomed to it not simply ending at that. He wished to savor the feeling of power as he had with other girls. If there was something this game had taught him, it was to savor the sexuality of domination.

“No,” said Malgor.

Yara looked confused. “What do you mean? You said you’d help me kill her!”

“After all she has done, after all the hatred that you’ve poured into her, would it truly do to simply kill her and end our satisfaction?” said Malgor, “She has tried to claim my girls and you too. I have my own score to settle with her now. Let us see how she likes getting a taste of her own medicine.”

Malgor reached toward her and grabbed her silken bra. He then ripped it off of her with one smooth motion, letting her breasts bounce freely. Thaena gasped as she was suddenly exposed. She screamed and used her hands to cover her tits.

“Beast! My royal body cannot be seen by the likes of you!” said Thaena.

“Oh… oh my…” said Yara.

Yara’s confusion started to melt away as she became transfixed on Thaena’s red tits. She became instantly interested in what Malgor was doing. He moved his hand towards Thaena’s lower half. Her eyes went wide as she realized what he was about to do. Powerless to stop it, she only screamed louder as Malgor ripped her bottoms off and rendered her completely naked in his grasp. Her cock flopped free and the guards, keeping their fair distance from the event, all gasped in shock. Yara too was taken aback.

“She has a cock!” said Yara, “How curious.”

“No, my member is a sacred gift!” said Thaena, “Look away, imbeciles!”

“Now that is fascinating,” said Malgor.

Malgor took the fingers of his free hand and teasingly prodded Thaena’s cock. He lifted and squeezed it between his fingers, causing Thaena to yelp and moan.

“How dare you!” said Thaena, “Don’t touch me like that!”

“The cock does not… deter you?” said Yara.

“Whether with a pussy or a cock, a woman is a woman,” said Malgor before turning back to Thaena, “You didn’t have any magic to grow this with. It must be a gift from your pathetic mage. I’m surprised it persisted after his ****.”

“It resides as long as I want it to!” said Thaena, “It is my member, and mine alone! With it I shall create a dynasty of devils!”

“Do not lie,” said Malgor, “However long it may reside, it is nothing more than a donated organ. No power does it denote.”

At that moment, several slaves began to hurriedly run out of the palace gates in various states of undress. Most were in a panic, something that wasn’t aided by the bloody scene outside. Groups of girls halted in their tracks and screamed, not sure where it was safe to run to.

“The snake got outside!” yelled a ****, “It shall wreak havoc amongst the city once beyond the palace walls!”

“Snake?” said Malgor, “Whatever. Daelana, make them stay and watch! Then, Yara, I will show you something beautiful.”

Daelana clicked her tongue in annoyance hearing the dark lord order her about so casually. And yet before she could even think things through she found her legs moving in obedience. She sighed, knowing that the rage in her mind that constantly tormented her for her descent into degeneracy was no use when in the presence of Malgor her heart beat so fast that she could not know if she was frightened or aroused. After the kiss, she was too far in. Perhaps it would be better, as Olga said, to simply find her pleasure in what she needed to do. With a sword at her side she approached the **** girls with a menacing stride. They shivered as she went up to them and held her sword out to her side, herding them together like sheep.

“None of you move!” said Daelana

She looked into the crowd and saw a girl with blue skin and horns. She looked about her size. Daelana pointed her sword at her.

“You!” said Daelana, “Take off your clothes now!”

The girl paused for only a moment before Daelana inched her blade’s tip closer to the girl’s neck. Then she quickly began to disrobe. She stripped naked and threw her clothing to the floor before clutching her body tightly and looking on at Daelana in fear. Daelana let a small smirk inch off the corner of her lips. After all the pain, it felt good to show a bit of forceful power over someone. She almost felt grateful to Malgor for letting her do this. She tried her best to ignore the implications of that thought as she picked up the girl’s discarded clothes and dressed herself.

Seeing the girls and even some guards gathered before him by Daelana, Malgor went up to them and threw Thaena down at his feet. She coughed as sand blew into her face. As she looked forward, she suddenly gasped and covered her breasts with both hands. Malgor grabbed her arms and hoisted her up, forcing her to expose herself to the crowd.

“No! Let me go!” said Thaena, “My slaves get naked for me, not the other way around!”

“All of you slaves and servants of the so-called devil queen!” said Malgor, “The power that you so easily bent to was a lie, a fabrication held together by this bitch who had no true power of her own! I will teach her a lesson before all of your eyes!”

With that, Malor took a knee while grabbing Thaena’s hair and pulling her down over it. She yelled and kicked as Malgor held her down over his knee, her ass wiggling in the air as she helplessly struggled against him. He then took his hand and raised it in the air. After a good wind up, he brought his palm down upon her butt, smacking it with a **** that made a distinct clapping sound echo through the air. Thaena screamed at her highest volume as the pain was far more immense than what a normal hand could bring.

“What are you doing?” yelled Thaena.

“Showing you what true power feels like,” said Malgor.

Without giving her a chance to recover, Malgor brought his hand up and down again. Another smack made Thaena scream even louder, but before her troubled screech even finished leaving her throat she felt another strike to her rear. And then another and another. Malgor tirelessly continued spanking Thaena with the full **** his supernatural strength offered him. With each spank, Thaena roared out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Stop it!” yelled Thaena, “I cannot be seen like this!”

“Then if you so wish, throw me off and fight me with the devil powers you claim to have!” said Malgor, “Or was it true when I said that you are merely a borrower of power? Now you know what true power is! It is the strength that lets you put your enemies over your knees like the scared little girls they are!”

The slaves and guards looked on in awe as Malgor continued to spank Thaena and her cries filled the air. Yara’s mouth was agape as she saw the display. It was ruthless and brutal, but it was everything she wanted the devil queen to feel if she had sunk her blade into her heart. Only now the bitch could live to see her reputation in tatters. Such a **** didn’t even come to her own mind. It was genius, Yara thought, and quite pleasing to see too. As Yara saw Malgor punish her great adversary, she couldn’t help but feel her loins start to burn. She subtly reached a hand down her bottoms and touched her womanhood, giving it the attention it desired as she witnessed this display of power.

“Please stop! This is too much!” said Thaena, “What do you want? Do you want gold? A throne? I will grant it if you wish!”

“You haven’t the ability to grant anything, oh devil queen!” said Malgor, “There is nothing you have that I cannot claim myself. And right now, all I wish for is your humiliation!”

Malgor laid some even mightier smacks onto Thaena’s behind. Though hard to tell, her cheeks were becoming a shade of red not the same as her skin color. It burnt with the heat of the desert sun and the stinging sensation was further propelled with every strike Malgor made. Thaena’s face was a mess of tears now. Yara’s fingers moved more rapidly under her belt, rubbing her clit vigorously as she watched the devil queen get humiliated. Malgor looked over to Yara and grinned as he saw the show he was putting on pleased her. He slowed in his spankings.

“Would you like a turn?” he asked Yara.

Yara quickly sipped her hand out of her pants as attention was called to her. She looked around herself awkwardly.

“You mean…?” said Yara.

“You see now how much fun it can be to toy with your enemies without killing them,” said Malgor, “It is something I only truly learned in these past days. And now I wish for you to know these pleasures as well.”

“No! Don’t let this greenskin lay a filthy hand on me!” yelled Thaena.

Yara looked at Malgor’s eyes that yearned her onwards as he essentially handed her sworn foe to her like a gift. She admitted she wanted to feel the full effect of what she felt as she watched Malgor punish Thaena. Thinking of this, she walked not towards Malgor but towards the gallows where they were before.

“Worry not, devil queen,” said Yara, “My hand has no need to touch your flesh.”

She climbed onto the gallows and reached down to the dead body of the man who had enacted punishment on Daelana and Olga and pried from his cold hands his whip. She unfurled the whip onto the ground and swung it through the air, testing its might. A great crack sounded out so that every person nearby flinched at it. Thaena particularly squirmed, recognizing the sound. Yara smiled and then turned to Malgor.

“Would you mind bringing her up here?” said Yara.

Malgor smiled back at her as he threw Thaena over her shoulder. Thaena pounded at his back with her fists and yelled out obscenities as she was hoisted to the gallows she had sentenced countless slaves to. The slaves and guards watching followed, no longer motivated by fear but rather by morbid curiosity. The sight of their former leader being brought so low was something to behold.

“Put me down!” yelled Thaena, “You cannot do this to me! This can’t be happening!”

Malgor climbed up and joined Yara on the wooden platform. He hoisted Thaena off his shoulder and onto her feet. She tried to run, but Malgor grasped her arm and kept her in place. Then he lifted that arm to the severed rope he had cut Daelana and Olga from and used it to tie her hands above her head. Thaena gasped as both of her arms were grabbed and restrained, putting her in a pose suited for a **** worthy of punishment. She looked around her frantically and her vision was met with nothing but the hungry eyes of her former subjects willingly gathering around to watch her torment.

“Go away!” said Thaena, “You’re not allowed to see this!”

“They will watch!” said Yara, “My vengeance deserves an audience!”

Yara poised herself behind Thaena and flung the whip up. With a great wind up and a swift downward swing, the cracking of the whip seared Thaena’s back. She howled like a banshee as her flawless back was marked with imperfection for the first time, and that imperfection was marked with searing pain. She gasped for breath, unable to take it, but Yara was just as relentless as Malgor and struck her with the whip again. Her screaming and crying face could not be hidden. Each strike caused Thaena to sob relentlessly and Yara to grin manically.

“Please! I’m sorry! What do you want from me?” said Thaena.

Yara didn’t even grace her with a response as the whipping continued. Through tear stained eyes Thaena saw the awe struck faces of her slaves watching turn to amusement and glee. Several started giggling at her, and as she yelped more the laughter only spread. Soon all of the slaves were in a fit of hilarity over Thaena’s suffering like they were happy to see the mistress of pain have a taste of her own medicine for once. The guards didn’t laugh but did look upon the display with lascivious looks, lusting after her **** state. It all overwhelmed the devil queen who only wished that it would all end. Yara, though, was not intent on stopping. She wildly whipped Thaena again and again until Malgor finally grabbed Yara’s arm and stopped her. Yara looked puzzled as Thaena finally had time to breathe.

“Th… thank you…” said Thaena.

“Why must I stop?” Yara asked with genuine curiosity. There was not a hint of accusation in her voice, almost like she wasn’t mad but rather afraid she had done something without his permission.

“She knows now the immensity of pain we can wreak on her nubile body,” said Malgor, “Now she will know the consequences of not obeying those in power.”

Malgor came around behind Thaena. He reached around and grabbed her breast. Thaena gasped at being molested. Her former slaves also gasped out of surprise and some arousal. Malgor groped her as she winced and recoiled.

“No… what are you…?” said Thaena.

“Would you prefer to go back to the whip?” asked Malgor, “Or do you want to serve me as the **** you are?”

Thaena choked on her own words. The humiliation swelled inside of her as her fear of the pain steadily became stronger than her dignity. She did nothing but bite her lips, as if forcing them shut so she wouldn't say anything that would bring more suffering. She closed her eyes and endured as Malgor’s other hands snaked down her back and grabbed her ass.

“No… I am not… an object… not a ****…” said Thaena.

“That is exactly what you are,” said Malgor, “And it is time for me to use you as you were meant to be used.”

From behind her, Malgor shifted his belt downwards and pulled out his cock. It immediately pressed against Thaena’s ass. Her eyes went wide and she yelped as she felt the heat of his shaft slowly snuggling between her butt cheeks.

“Wait, no!” said Thaena with a panicked voice, “I am not meant to take cock! I am one who breeds, not one who is bred!”

“And yet I can already feel the spot between your legs meant for taking cock,” said Malgor, “No magic will rid you of that. Or perhaps you didn’t even want it gone? If so, do not be surprised when you find that hole of yours defiled!”

Malgor’s cock lowered down between her thighs and lightly touched the pussy behind her balls. As the head rubbed between the lips of her entrance, Thaena involuntarily closed her eyes and moaned as natural pleasure was brought to her. It was so much that her cock began to harden. She quickly opened her eyes again, seeing that she was becoming erect in front of all of her servants. She prayed that her cock would go down, but it never did. Instead it stood at full mast, a sign to the world of how her public humiliation aroused her so. The slaves all grinned as they got an eyeful.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” said Thaena, “I’m not…!”

“Not what? Overtaken by your true nature as a moaning slut?” said Malgor, “The nice thing about your cock is that it becomes impossible to hide. You love being made into a sex toy before all your peers!”

“No!” yelled Thaena.

But as Malgor teasingly rubbed himself against her, her cock did not go down. It remained steadfastly erect and wiggled in the air every time her body was moved. She moved her head to the side and tried to avoid the shame that seeing her audience of former servants brought her. They all knew she was nothing but a shameless **** now.

“Now, let’s see how that cock of yours reacts when you’re made into the bitch of the one who bested you!”

Malgor stopped teasing and began to slip his cock into Thaena. She groaned as the tip of his cock parted her entrance forcibly. She was ashamed that it was also wet, letting him enter more easily. Her gratefulness that it lessened the pain was married with the humiliating realization that she might feel good while being defiled. Sure enough, Malgor took but a moment before he fully entered her. Thaena screamed as her hole was filled completely by his full length. It touched the deepest part of her that she had never felt stimulated before, and she couldn’t keep a small moan of pleasure from escaping her lips, one that everyone heard much to her dismay.

Malgor thrust again and again, fucking her with a steady rhythm. With every thrust came a pathetic squeal from the devil queen, a pitiful cry of pleasure she tried to mask as a cry of pain. But none of the people watching bought it as they all saw the moaning face she made. She looked out before her and saw the mocking faces of her servants. Many of them touched themselves as they saw her ruined. She cried out in complete agony, her reputation now in tatters.

Malgor then grabbed the rope that suspended Thaena up and yanked it down. No longer supported, Thaena’s torso fell down to the floor where she caught herself with her bound hands. She was now bent over, her legs straight and spread while her bound hands acted like the third leg of a tripod holding her up. She didn’t dare move as she felt the grip of Malgor on her thighs, clamping down on her skin like manacles.

“Yara, come over here,” said Malgor, gesturing to Thaena’s front. “There is more to show you.”

Yara, content to watch the whole ordeal, was surprised when Malgor called for her. But she trusted that he had something good in his mind. She walked to the front of Thaena.

“Good,” said Malgor, “Now take off your pants.”

“Huh?” said Yara.

“Devil queen,” said Malgor, “This orc here has had a terrible wrong committed against her by you. I believe it’s only fair that you make it up to her by licking her pussy for her.”

Yara’s head reeled back as she blushed hard. Thaena’s eyes leered at the crotch in front of her.

“What?” said Thaena, “I will not bring myself to touch my tongue to such a filthy place! I…!”

Malgor slapped her ass again, stinging one of the places the whip found its mark on before. His hand was as harsh as any tool of pain, and Thaena screamed as the reminders of all the tortures that could be unleashed on her came flooding back.

“Wait! I’m sorry!” Thaena yelled, “I’ll… I’ll… I’ll do it.”

“Good,” said Malgor, “Yara…”

Yara looked Malgor in the eye and her womanhood burned with anticipation as she saw him smile wickedly at her. The feeling almost became uncontainable, and she quickly pulled her belt off and let her pants drop as swiftly as she could, panting like a dog the whole time. Any notion of shame was non-existent as she grabbed her underwear and slipped them down her toned legs. She ignored the sounds of the crowd looking at her ass as she let her instincts take hold and she slammed her pussy directly into Thaena’s face. The devil queen gasped as her mouth was suddenly pressed against the orc’s vagina.

“Start licking, and don’t let up or you’ll be punished,” said Malgor.

Thaena cursed all the hells in her mind as she reluctantly stuck her tongue out and tasted the juices of an orc. It disgusted her beyond belief, but then she yelped again as Malgor continued thrusting into her. The pleasure mixed with the disgust and humiliation in a way that overwhelmed her senses. The hardness of Malgor’s thighs crashing into her ass with every thrust reminded her of the pain he could bring. With a mind full of fear, she continued to diligently lick Yara’s pussy.

Yara leaned her head back in utter satisfaction. This was the first time she had her womanhood pleased in such a way. The pleasure was spiced by a dose of power as she looked down and saw the woman she’d sworn to kill obediently serving her in such a humiliating way. It made Yara feel bold, confident, and alive. She couldn’t dream even in her deepest fantasies of dominating an enemy of hers in such a way. And in front of her she saw Malgor, using the devil queen as his own toy. The two of them were shaming her so thoroughly. Yara couldn’t help but let gratitude flow through her every being as she admired the man who brought her something even greater than the vengeance she envisioned.

“Malgor!” Yara yelled.

Unable to contain herself, Yara reached across Thaena’s back and pulled Malgor closer to her. Malgor felt her passion and let her draw him in. The two leaned over their fallen foe and shared a blistering kiss on top of her. The desert sun illuminated the three of them, conjoined in the most lewd ways as the crowd looked on with amazement at the spectacle. Feeling the awe of the crowd, the fervor of the kiss, and the growing shame of Thaena under them, Yara and Malgor moved their hips faster. Malgor thrust into Thaena wildly while Yara rubbed her pussy against her tongue manically. Thaena was overpowered on both ends and could do little but be mashed about like a rag doll between both of their desires.

Yara and Malgor released their kiss and leaned backwards as their pleasures were peaking. The momentum finally reached a head as the pair thrust into Thaena one last time. The two of them moaned in unison as they both came on their enemy, Malgor shooting his cum directly into her pussy and Yara squirting directly on her face. Thaena screamed as she was utterly ruined so voraciously that she couldn’t fully comprehend it at the moment. She was squeezed between the two hips as they pushed towards each other, ejecting the last of their bodily fluids on her. Then they both let go and pulled away from her. Yara backed up and fell to her ass on the wooden platform, her feelings too much to handle. Malgor slipped his cock out and pulled his pants up. Thaena unceremoniously fell down, cum seeping from her pussy as the taste of Yara decorated her face. She was completely sapped of energy, too tired to move or speak. The slaves and guards moved in closer, amazed to see her in such a state.

Malgor, having redressed quickly, walked around to Yara. She looked up at him, her face tired from their activity. She smiled, almost in a trance as joy took her. Malgor reached his hand down to her.

“Wasn’t that beautiful?” said Malgor.

“Very…” said Yara.

Yara took his hand and let herself get pulled to her feet. As she stood, she felt the hot wind brush beneath her thighs and tickle her exposed pussy, reminding her that she was bottomless. Her face flushed and she quickly threw her hands over her pussy and butt, smiling awkwardly as she heard some giggles from the crowd.

“Gods, to think I threw my clothes off like a wild animal,” said Yara, “To think that I simply wanted to kill the devil bitch when I could’ve done this to her.”

“I used to think the same,” said Malgor, “But there is a beauty to making your enemies a source of pleasure.”

“Indeed there is,” said Yara, “And I couldn’t have discovered such a thing without you.”

The two of them stood over Thaena on the platform as Olga and Daelana watched from further away. Olga’s blush was not fading as she had been rubbing her own pussy during the whole event. Daelana had dressed herself in the ****’s garments and simply stood by Olga’s side, watching it as intently as her but with a far more stoic face. Still, Daelana couldn’t deny it was hard to look away. She also couldn’t deny the feelings it stirred in her, though she was still too ashamed to indulge in them so openly as Olga.

“What a sight!” said Olga, “If that is your master, you must anticipate every night he calls upon you!”

“In a way, we do,” said Daelana.

“I know I certainly would!” said Olga, “Sorry my daughter, but I don’t think I can let you keep him for yourself.”