Archmage Villainess

After the entire party has left and night falls upon the kingdom, I sneak out and go to the barrier where the hatch to the prince is. I climb in and open the door. I've been teleporting them some food every now and then, so they're not starving.

I see Ralia sitting in front of the prince, chatting it up like they're not my slaves now. I ignore the stares of the two and walk over to the bed. I pull the curtains of the bed open and sit down.

"Ralia, come."

Ralia's eyes glaze over as she obeys me. She crawls over on all fours and sits down in front of me. As she sits down, color comes back to her eyes and she blinks wildly before getting an angry look on her face and saying,

"What the fuck did you do to me?!"

I smile at her smugly and say,

"You should be more worried about what I'm about to do to you."

I grab her head and pull her closer. At first she tries to fight it, but a few shocks from the collar made her stop real quick. She looks at me with tears in her eyes and an angry look on her face. Man, anyone who didn't know who she is would feel pity for her. I pull her onto the bed and lay her back before telling her to stay put, which causes her eyes to glaze over. I then begin painting just below her belly button.

I take an inkwell and ink brush out of storage and start my work. I start painting on her skin using the ink, a diamond with two semi-circles connected at the top, ending in two smaller diamonds.

This is the rune of lust. This tattoo is typically found on succubi. The tattoo usually just causes people to find succubi even hotter than they already are, but I did something special with this one. If you put another line down the middle of the big diamond, it blocks the outward lustful aura and instead causes the being with the tattoo to feel that lust.

(Both versions of the Succubus rune here --> https://imgur.com/a/BaXaPHr)

I could definitely feel it working before I put the line on it, because I wanted nothing more than to ravage her. The prince starts yelling at me,

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

I look at him and say,

"To her? Nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you."

Ralia eventually comes back to and jumps up, which causes her pussy to rub against the bed. This minor stimulation nearly causes her to moan loudly. Then, I get an even better idea for the torture. I get Ralia to come back over to me and paint another simple rune on her. A rune of sex slavery. She'll be unable to get herself off, no matter how hard she tries. Only her master will be able to please her.

These runes are incredibly frowned upon in every single kingdom except the orcish tribes and the tortoise isles. Just knowing them can be cause for execution in most countries, due to their fiendish nature. They are, after all, runes created by demons.

Ralia wakes back up and has tears coming from her eyes as she asks yet again,

"W-What did you do to me…"

I slap her across the face pretty hard and say sternly,

"YOU ADDRESS ME AS MASTER! ARE WE CLEAR?!"

She looks shocked as she puts her hand up to her cheek. She starts sniffling and says,

"Y-yes mas-master…"

I smile at her and say,

"Well, it's nothing much. The two runes I tattooed onto you will cause you to grow extremely horny over time, and yet you'll be unable to get yourself off without my help. By the next time I come down here, you'll be exhausted, sweaty, and unable to even walk due to the amount of pure lust filling your body. You'll practically be begging me to fuck you at that point."

She looks at me with disgust visible on her face. I look at her and say,

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that Mr. Prince over there watches as you descend into a horny little mess."

I then get up and walk over to the gate of the cage the prince is in. He looks ready to pounce at me at any time. Using some magic, I undo the clasp keeping him chained to the wall. He hears this and jumps at me, which earns him a magically enhanced slap.

"Unfortunately, I'm not particularly interested in men."

While he's still recovering from the shock of the slap, I grab him by the hair and start pulling him towards the chair I have set up in the corner of the room by a table full of fun little toys. I cast paralyzing magic on him while he's in my hand and set him up in the chair. I clasp his hands and feet to the chair to ensure he doesn't move, and undo the magic.

"YOU BITCH! I'M THE GODDAMN PRINCE! YOU THINK PEOPLE AREN'T OUT LOOKING FOR ME?! I'LL KILL YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY BITCH!"

I take a gag from the table and force it into the princes mouth before saying,

"It's not a particularly good idea to insult your torturer. And as for your family, let's see… Your mother doesn't care that you're gone. When she heard the news of the kidnapping, she scolded the servant for delivering her useless information. Your sister is happy that you're gone. Ever since I took the two of you she's been all smiles and even started painting again."

As the prince hears this, veins begin to pop out on his head, showing that he no longer cares what those two think about him anyway. Then, I get to the big news,

"If I had to describe how your father feels, it would be relieved. Even he had realized you were too far gone to be saved. He's quite happy about your disappearance, and has been trying to rekindle the relationship with your mom and sister. He really did try to bring you back to sanity. At first I was going to kill him as well, but I don't particularly blame a father for wanting to try bringing his son back."

As the prince hears this, tears begin to form at the corners of his eyes. I start to feel some pity. Maybe this man was truly manipulated, and is starting to feel remorse for his actions. Maybe he regrets his past…

Too bad!

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AN: From this point on we get some relatively graphic torture. I'll put another break in for those who don't really like gore. look for the lines

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I reach over and grab a kebab skewer that I sharpened to a needle point. I take his hand and cast a paralyzing spell on it to where he's able to feel it, yet unable to move it. I grab his finger and put the skewer's point right between his nail and the finger.

He begins screaming with all his might and trying to wiggle out of the restraints, but it's pointless. I push the skewer in slowly. It pierces through the skin with some slight trouble, but then glides on through. It goes up the nail, into the finger, into the hand, and up the wrist. I manage to avoid any veins or arteries, and just leave the skewer in.

The prince writhes in pain as the skewer enters and cries out. His cries fall on deaf ears though, as Ralia is too busy panting on the bed as the lust is finally catching up to her.

I put in another skewer into his other hand as well. Then I take a specially designed knife. It's slightly curved all the way to the tip on one side, and is curved until about a quarter of the blade on the other, looking similar to a scimitar. It's a flaying knife.

I take the knife and put it up against the skin of the princes left arm. He writhes around once again and screams as he feels the cold steel touch his arm. The knife cuts in at a slight angle, just deep enough to separate a little of the skin from the arm.

The prince screams as I systematically skin his entire arm, leaving a pink mass of blood and muscle underneath.

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Noticing him losing consciousness, I cast a healing spell on him and say,

"Well. I suppose that's enough for the first round of torture. At least, physical that is."

His skin grows back and I yank out the skewers. The prince's face is covered in tears as I magically undo all the restraints. He jumps at me yet again which earns him a punch in the gut.

"Don't be so eager, there's a lot more where that came from."

The punch had a paralyzing spell on it, so I move him over to the rack. The rack is a medieval torture device designed to pull your bones out of place, and possibly rip your arms and legs off. But, for now, I'm just using it as a restraining device.

I put his arms and legs in, strap his waist, and then strap his head to keep it from moving. Then, I create a water magic stone and put it perfectly over his forehead with a string from the ceiling. I make it to where the magic stone will randomly drip a single drop of water onto his forehead every fifteen seconds. I unparalyze him and remove his gag.

"Haaaah… haaaaah… Heh. You think a little water is gonna break me? Dream on, bitch! My father will have your entire family drawn and quartered! I'll make you watch as ea-*SMACK!*"

I slap him and say,

"Shut up third rate villain."

Then, I cast a barrier of solitude around him which isolates any outside sound from reaching him, so he'll feel true loneliness with his only companion being the dripping of the water.

With that, the first round of torture is complete!

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AN: so watcha think? i didn't wanna go too graphic, because the main focus of this story isn't gore, but rather sex and a hopefully interesting story. i kinda want to rely on more psychological torture than physical most of the time.

let me know what you think

also, thought about just posting links for pics, let me know if it worked.