Chapter 27: Princess Bubblegum: From Queen to (1) ❤️

Chapter 27: Princess Bubblegum: From Queen to **** (1) ❤️

"Did you miss me, Princess?"

PB's heart pounded violently at the sound of that familiar voice, dripping with menace. Her eyes widened in sheer horror as she recognized Finn standing there, a twisted smile on his face. Memories of his dark promise flooded her mind—he had sworn that if he ever returned, she would regret it.

"Th-This... th-this... I-Is it really you?!" Her voice trembled, and her body instinctively recoiled from the nightmare standing before her. "But... h-how?" PB stammered, unable to comprehend how Finn had found his way back to Ooo.

"How I got here... is irrelevant to what we're doing now," Finn’s voice rose, laced with pure malice. His eyes—darker than she remembered—carried a hatred so deep it made her skin crawl.

He stepped closer, his tone turning mocking. "What you should be wondering, dear Princess, is what I'm going to do to you now. Hmmm... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His cruel laughter echoed through the room as he closed the distance between them.

Finn grabbed PB by her hair, yanking her close until their faces were mere inches apart. "What do you think is going to happen to you?" he murmured, his wicked grin widening.

"A-Are you going to kill me?" PB's voice was thick with both anger and fear. "What happened to you, Finn? You're not the Finn I knew."

"Hmm... You know what?" Finn mused, his voice dripping with venom. "I really need a personal sex ****." His words sent a chill through the air. "And you... you'd be perfect for that."

With a brutal shove, he sent her sprawling onto the floor.

PB landed hard, her hands and knees hitting the cold ground. As her clothes shifted, her bare back was exposed before him. A strange cracking sound filled the air, and she turned just in time to see Finn’s hand transform into a molten mass of lava.

Finn had devised a cruel method to brand his so-called "slaves," ensuring they never forgot their place and never dared to defy him. Just like Simon had.

Finn had long suspected that Simon had been the one to warn PB, allowing her to set this trap for him. The very thought of the Ice King’s betrayal made his eyes gleam with a hunger for ****.

His molten hand morphed into the shape of a majestic wolf’s head, a personal symbol he had chosen arbitrarily. Then, with a merciless strike, he slammed it onto PB’s exposed back.

A bloodcurdling scream ripped from her throat.

Her agonized cry cut through the air, a haunting testament to the unbearable pain consuming her. The searing heat of Finn’s brand sank deep into her flesh, sending every nerve into pure torment.

PB's body convulsed violently, but Finn remained still, savoring her suffering as if it were a symphony composed just for him.

As the agonizing seconds dragged on, PB's mind raced through a storm of thoughts. Finn’s transformation, the excruciating pain tearing through her, the cruel realization of her helplessness—they all swirled together into a singular, numbing fear.

And yet, beneath the agony, a tiny ember of defiance flickered within her. A spark of hope that refused to be extinguished.

Finally, Finn pulled his hand away, leaving behind a raw, burning brand seared into PB’s skin. The scent of scorched flesh lingered in the air—a grim reminder of the brutality she had just endured.

Her shaking body lay motionless on the cold ground, her tears mixing with sweat and blood.

"You see, Princess," Finn purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "now you truly belong to me. You’re mine to command, mine to punish, mine to..." He trailed off into a bone-chilling chuckle, the sound reverberating through the room like a **** knell.

PB's fists clenched, resisting the overwhelming urge to succumb to despair. She **** herself to meet Finn’s gaze, her eyes blazing with defiance, even as tears streaked her cheeks.

"I will never belong to you..." she spat, her voice raw but unwavering. "You can mark my body, but you will never break my spirit—not you... not a demon like you!"

For a brief moment, Finn’s smirk faltered—just for a fraction of a second. A flash of anger flickered in his expression, fueling PB’s resolve.

He raised his hand as if to strike her, but then... he stopped.

A calculated gleam returned to his eyes.

"Oh, my dear Princess," he purred, leaning in to whisper against her ear, "It’s far too soon for talk like that."

With that ominous promise hanging in the air, Finn straightened and turned away, leaving PB alone in the suffocating silence of the room.

She lay there, battered and broken, yet within her, a small flame of hope still burned.

Despite the overwhelming darkness surrounding her, she clung to the belief that somehow, some way, she would find a way to escape this nightmare and take back her freedom... and her kingdom.

Finn returned to her, carrying some objects in his hand, a sly glint in his eyes. Then he said as he displayed what he held, "I believe these belong to you. I found them earlier." A cunning smile played on his lips.

"T-That?!" PB gasped in shock when she recognized the sex toys that Finn held, an item she thought was hidden far away, a secret. She never imagined Finn would uncover her intimate secrets.

"Now, shall we begin our little game, Princess?" Finn smiled as he looked at her with a hint of excitement. He relished the thought of the coming night of pleasure, knowing just how much he would enjoy it.

"No... Nooo..." PB finally cried out, her face flushing red with embarrassment, tears threatening to spill.

Finn chuckled darkly, his fingers teasing the smooth surface of the toy. "No need to be shy, my Princess," he mocked. "I know exactly what you need."

His voice dripped with anticipation as he moved closer to her, the toy still in his grasp. PB's heart pounded with a mix of fear and hesitant curiosity. She knew that resisting him would only make things worse, and yet, every fiber of her being screamed in protest.

Finn moved even closer, his breath warm against her skin. "You're mine now," he whispered, his fingers trailing lightly down her arm, sending shivers through her. "You'll be begging for more."

PB's body tensed as Finn began asserting his control, his voice low and filled with promises of ecstasy mixed with a hint of menace. She fought against the excitement stirring within her despite the fear, a war of emotions she couldn't deny.

With each passing moment, the room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with tension and desire. Finn's touch ignited something deep inside PB, a primal need she struggled to suppress. Her mind raced with **** attempts to find an escape, but deep down, she knew she was trapped—caught in Finn's web of dominance and desire.

As Finn closed the distance between them, PB’s resolve faltered. She braced herself for what was to come, unsure if she could withstand the storm of sensations he promised. And yet, amidst the fear and uncertainty, a part of her wondered if there was a way to turn the tables, to reclaim some semblance of control in this dark dance of pleasure and pain.

But for now, as Finn’s gaze bore into hers with unwavering intensity, PB found herself teetering on the edge of submission, her body and mind ensnared in a web of conflicting emotions, desires, and fears.

Finn began caressing her delicate, sensitive arms as he embraced her from behind. His hands slowly ascended to her slender, enticing neck, while his lips started pressing soft kisses upon her head. At the same time, his hands descended, lowering her clothes with them.

PB’s breath hitched as Finn’s touch sent a warm tingling sensation spreading through her body. Despite her initial resistance, a part of her responded to his sensual teasing, a confusing mix of arousal and fear.

Finn’s fingers traced the curve of her spine, gliding tantalizingly downward until they reached the small of her back. His touch was both gentle and possessive, drawing shivers of anticipation from PB as he continued undressing her, revealing inch after inch of her smooth skin.

With each piece of clothing removed, PB felt increasingly **** in Finn’s grasp. And yet, there was an undeniable thrill in surrendering to his touch, a forbidden pleasure that sent pulses of heat racing through her veins.

Finn’s lips trailed lower down her neck, leaving a series of soft kisses that sent sparks of desire straight to PB’s core. His warm breath against her skin whispered promises of ecstasy mixed with a subtle threat of control.

PB’s heartbeat quickened as Finn’s hands explored her curves, his touch igniting a fire within her that she struggled to extinguish. She fought against the conflicting waves of desire and fear, torn between submitting to Finn’s dominance and resisting the inevitable.

In that moment, as Finn tightened his embrace around her, PB found herself on the brink of surrender. His skilled hands, now well-versed in exploring her body, elicited gasps of pleasure that betrayed her inner turmoil.

With every embrace, every kiss, PB felt herself being drawn deeper into Finn’s possession. Despite her previous defiance, a part of her craved the intensity of his touch, the thrill of being desired and claimed by him.

As Finn continued to strip away her defenses, PB’s resolve began to crumble. Her body eagerly responded to him, betraying her attempts at resistance. She surrendered to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and dominance, her world narrowing to the sensations Finn evoked from her trembling form.

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