Torture Princess Novels & Stories

It was me, myself and I. “I am Princess Zisealer of the dragon people and I have recently mated with royal beta Brum.” Look at me trying to cling onto the little title I had, reminding me of what I had lost— a home, family and I felt as if I had lost my dignity too. “We are pleased to have you Princess Zisealer, where is beta Brum?” The king asked, my heart drumming harder, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. It took everything in me not to shake so bad.

"If I were you, I'd smuggle her out while you still can." "What do you mean? Is Vercia under threat?" Ketil had to ask. It was his duty to know such things, after all. Her black eyes were solemn now in that lived-in face, the inky hair spilling out from under her lace cap. "The Princess is in grave danger. Tell no-one," she begged. "Or I will surely burn."

Once I told him the story, he would understand. “I have brought a girl who might very well be the true princess, your Sophia.” The king stood anxiously pacing the room. “Could it be another impostor, like the others before?” “No, this is different. She didn’t come looking for me. I literally found her… in the middle of the road, wounded. I had to take her to Dr. Simmons. She had wounds that wouldn’t heal because she was so weak.” Jorah sat back down, expression intense, taking it all in.

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

It was like he was given a lifeline, the way he turned and ran was like a pardon from being executed. Good, the faster he ran, the faster I would get answers. I wanted to know where they were, what they were doing when my wife, their princess Regent was taken. “Your Highness,” I turned to the imperial physician. “The princess is dehydrated, I have treated her wounds, but she was tortured and starved for many days. Her body needs time to recover.”

"And then bring me a drink. Scotch. Two fingers." I stared at his back. He didn't see a human being. He didn't see the girl he'd kidnapped and tortured. He saw a servant. A tool. Something that existed to meet his needs. And as I knelt back down into the gray dust, my body trembling from exhaustion and hunger, I realized something that broke the last piece of me still holding on. The Princess was dead. She had died in the cathedral. This gray, silent thing scrubbing floors and cleaning ash was all that was left. And she belonged to him.

My body was exhausted and I could use the brief rest but I also didn't want to be confined to the darkness of the cellar. Before I could process anything else, I felt two strong hands grip my arms. I didn't struggle. I let them pull me away from the well. We headed back inside through the dark corridor and walked till we arrived at the cell. “Guess, daddy can't save you now. How does it feel to be a tyrant princess?” the one at the right sneered at me. Mockery and hatred lingered beneath his eyes. He not so gently flung me into the cell.

They both attack her neck greedily sucking on her delicate skin as she purrs trying to stifle her moans. "Will it hurt when you bite me?" She opens up for them to continue their sweet torture. "Just a little Princess, you'll find extreme pleasure during the encounter. We'll make it a fantasy." "Oh okay, I'll let you know when i'm ready." She moans out. Sitting on the bed being tortured by the twins wasn't in her book list when she sat down and now she regret sitting out of all places but the bed. "What are you thinking Princess?" He gropes her breast as he fondly massage it in his strong hand, he love the fact it was the perfect round size fitting into his palms. He trails kisses up to her c

𝙋𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙏 (Mermaid Sect)… The foggy morning… Tai Mountain… Her body keep swinging and dangling where it was hung among those Barbados branches in the garden. Her body looks freeze because of the morning fog. Likewise, her tattered night lingerie soaked with her blood and her bare feet looking peeled in its “pallor mortise”. The scene doesn't look like a mindful murder. It must have been done by a crazy person or wired creature, that was the look on the students faces as they pay attention to the body which keep on rolling. Suddenly, revealed its front part where her abdomen has been taking out with her intestine with tons of flies celebrating their long time famished in there.

I heard her breath hitch for a moment, the small sound having me on the verge of coming. I knew she was gone by the time I called out for her to take my cock like a good girl, but I came none the less, over and over again thinking about how she watched me and stayed long enough to see how she made me f*e. Now, she knew I wanted her, but I would not pursue her. When she was ready and came to me on her own, then I would take her. A knock on my door stirs me from my thoughts, and I smile. It was a gentle tap, one only my Princess used.