Mind

Victoria de Montfort levitated, completely naked, a meter above the ground in a dark chamber at the edge of her vast empire, utterly defenseless. It was an entirely new sensation for her, and one she desperately wished to avoid.

The demon, on the other hand, was delighted. His chamber rarely saw visitors, and those who came were mere offerings, nowhere near Victoria’s caliber. Hypnotizing Lady Gertrude, a renowned paladin who hunted demons, and making her serve her own squire had been amusing, but now he could do whatever he wanted with the most powerful person on the planet!

“And what now, demon? If you think I’ll beg for mercy, you’re gravely mistaken.”

“Oh, in a few hours, you’ll be begging, probably on your knees.”

“Keep dreaming.”

Instead of continuing the fruitless banter, the demon telepathically probed Victoria’s mind. The sorceress was a formidable telepath who loved reading others’ thoughts, but she had never been on the receiving end. At that moment, the empress felt true dread. She assumed the vile demon would **** or even violate her, but it was worse—he controlled her mind. He could uncover every secret and reshape her thoughts as he pleased. Once, as punishment, he had turned a defiant royal family into homeless wanderers. He telepathically convinced them they belonged on the streets; they stripped naked, left their palace, and fled to the slums. In the years that followed, former Queen Anna was **** to prostitute herself to survive, while the spoiled Princess Zuzana worked as a maid in her former palace, now a stronghold of the empire’s enemies. Now, there was a real chance Victoria would join them!

Unfortunately for her, the demon had other plans.

“Very well, Your Majesty, I’ll ask you a few questions, and you will answer them truthfully.”

“Yes,” Victoria replied, compelled by his mental control to obey.

“First, you will address me as ‘Master.’”

“Yes, Master,” the sorceress said, inwardly despising it even more than standing naked before him.

“Is your body entirely natural?”

“No, Master. I enhanced my appearance with magic and potions.”

“What did you enhance?”

“I enlarged my breasts, which were previously unworthy of a world ruler. I strengthened my hair, which used to fall out if it grew past my shoulders. I was also about ten centimeters shorter.”

It was impressive, the demon mused. When he had once stripped a second-class sorceress, Alexandra, of her magical enhancements 2,500 years ago, she revealed herself to be the ugliest woman he’d ever seen. In Victoria’s case, the enhancements seemed subtler, though losing those breasts must have been humiliating. He considered planting a thought in her mind: perhaps being slightly less attractive would draw less attention from creatures like him. Victoria, meanwhile, was mortified. She had meticulously erased the memories of anyone who might recall her original body! She was still among the most beautiful aristocrats, but she had to be perfect—perfect body, perfect mind, perfect mastery of magic.

“You love being perfect, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master. At the magic academy, I always had the highest grades.”

“Did you enhance your mind as well?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What exactly?”

“I elevated my intellect from very high to the highest.”

“It doesn’t show.”

“It would be noticeable if you reversed it. But if you set my intellect below average, how would that feel?”

“Master, it would be utterly humiliating. I’ve always been the smartest person in the room. I’d rather keep my intellect than my beauty, if I had to choose.”

The demon’s mind swirled with delicious possibilities—visions of the great empress, stripped of her intellect and beauty, cast into a low-class brothel, ravaged by paupers!

“Very well. What do you think of your empire’s social structure?”

“I believe it’s optimal. The empire’s elite are sorcerers, superior in every way to humans, let alone other races. We are the next stage of evolution, born to rule.”

“And the role of men?”

“They are where they belong: in mines, fields, and other labor that doesn’t require intellect.”

“Is that fair?”

“Of course. Men are far more aggressive than women and commit most crimes. The system is just.”

“What about poverty? Have you seen the nearest village? The people there, even women, don’t have shoes.”

“That only shows how inferior ordinary people are to sorcerers. Besides, everyone suffers. If those women knew how hard it is to walk in high heels, long gowns, and a heavy crown while managing the empire’s countless duties, they wouldn’t think being an empress is so easy.”

“And what about sex? I know a refined mind like yours might use terms like ‘vagina’ or ‘breasts,’ but use words like ‘tits’ and ‘pussy’ instead, understood?”

You filthy scum, Victoria thought, how dare you ask this!

“Of course, Master. About once a week, I satisfy my needs with Gedokons—small creatures I control telepathically. When they move inside my royal pussy, they quickly bring me to orgasm.”

“And other tools, like a dildo?”

“I think that’s beneath a woman of my stature.”

“Have you tried oral or anal sex?”

“The very idea that a woman would put anything but food in her mouth is disgusting. I use my mouth for eating and issuing commands, not for taking a dildo in my throat—it’s so degrading!”

“Why a dildo and not a cock?”

“Sex with a man? By the gods, that’s so repulsive I never even considered it. As for anal sex, every royal etiquette code has forbidden it for over 2,000 years! No noble aristocrat like me would even think of something so vile.”

“You don’t seem very experienced sexually. Well, that’ll change soon. But first, tell me about your most disgusting sexual fantasy.”

This can’t be happening, Victoria thought. Stripped of her powers, naked, and now this…

“Master, when I conquered the kingdom of Alvilony, I made the last heir to the throne my maid. I could telepathically sense her hatred for what I did to her and her kingdom. Before I sent her to clean public latrines, I spent every night masturbating, imagining she had gotten her ****. I pictured myself on my knees, begging her for mercy as she whipped me.”

Both the demon and Victoria were stunned. The demon hadn’t expected such an erotic fantasy from the mighty empress of seven continents, and Victoria was shocked because she had carefully erased that episode from her mind—or so she thought. Evidently, it lingered in her subconscious.

“Very well, speak freely.”

“You stinking hellspawn! Think your victory changes anything? You’re nothing, you’ve achieved nothing compared to my empire. Even without magic, I’m better than you! My servants are probably already coming to free me. Time is not on your side.”

“True. And I haven’t even had my fun with your lovely body, Your Majesty.”