Thread: The Princess in the Dungeon (Google x Fetish Kitten)

RE The Princess in the Dungeon It hadn't really been a war of conquest that had had caused the kingdom to fall but more like a coup from the outside that had brought down a rather strong kingdom that had stood for several centuries. The common people were untouched, the merchants were essentially left alone, and the soldiers and knights who threw down their weapons when commanded to do so had been allowed to live. There was been no reason to hurt any of them, most men didn't care who their king was so long as their taxes were mostly unchanged and they were left unharnessed. Nearly the entirety of the court had been killed just moments after the sun had set as a small army of monsters arose from the sewers beneath the city streets, werewolves and vampires quickly seizing the castle and before too long a larger army of men appeared on the horizon marching towards the walls of the capitol city. There would be no war, the kingdom of Desh'ka had taken another within a matter of hours with out any trouble at all. The Emperor, the Undying God King of Desh'ka, Lord Fulgrim now sat upon the throne that had been the seat of the former king hours before, he had been the one who had dealt with the king and his son in a blur of violence before taking the Queen for some entertainment and making sure the princess was taking to the dungeons. The screams of the king had been most amusing but after a few hours he had killed her, she was human all the way back and of no interest because of that. A temporary diversion that would allow him to slake his thirst before moving onto other things in the night, he was now ruling a second kingdom of course. There was little to do that night, a few of the more opportunistic merchants had approached the palace and been given a chance to meet him, bowing to their new king as blood dripped from his chin, carefully inquiring if their would be a change in the tax rates as the body of the queen cooled at his feet. They were shameless and that was enough to make Fulgrim laugh, none of them got the same answers because he just wanted to fuck with them at the moment and keep them all on edge as his men entered the city and took their places on the walls of the palace to ensure their master and his court would be kept safe while the sun was up and they were more vulnerable... And the sun would be rising very soon, perhaps a half hour or so. Most of the members of his court were seeking out places to sleep away the day but Fulgrim already had such a place in mind and the entertainment had been sent down ahead of him. The dungeons were the perfect place for him, well fortified, only one way in, and of course easy enough to make more comfortable for his tastes. Already the trapping of the princess, valuable jewelry, some of her clothing, and of course some items he had brought along for her, had been set up just outside the dungeon along with her parents rather large bed... he might be a vampire but he wasn't going to sleep in anything less then comfort. Knowing it was time he left the throne room, making his way through the halls with the certainty of a man who had been there before, who had walked the halls many times over the centuries. Before long he stood before the dungeons, several werewolves and over two dozen strong men waited for him there, some carrying touches and others carrying heavy tools. With a grin upon his face he made his way through the door and down the stairs into the dungeon, his eyes more then able to see through the darkness even before the men with torches began to follow him down to ensure there would be enough light for the princess to see him, a conquering king who stood in his black uniform with the red braiding and dark kid hide boots that had been polished to a shine... to make sure she would see the crown her father wore upon his head as he idly chewed upon the torn off arm of her mother, her rings still in places as his sharp teeth worked to tear at the flesh. Princess Arayael. He greeted her with a smile as he reached the bottom of the stairs and caught site of her on one side of the dungeon in one of the few holding cells, most of the prisoners would have just been chained to a wall. I am Fulgrim, I am the man who now rules your kingdom, and I am the man who you will call master. And he would be happy to make sure she did just that and far more. Given the circumstance I think it would be proper to kneel before me and pledge your allegiance. The others were flowing in behind him, setting up torches for light, beginning to clean away the worst of the filth.