Razor's Second Level Three Assignment

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Second Level Three Assignment

2. This assignment is going to be in third person, focusing on a single character's POV - and only that character's POV. Elements to include:

* a gothic castle,
* a dungeon,
* a supernatural beast,
* a whip, a chain and some sensual dialog.
Sex of any kind is not required, though always appreciated.

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(I hope you all like it; I am not used to writing fantasy).

(And yes, I realize 'Lord' is masculine, but I thought it worked better here.)



Queen Epithymia
By Razor7826
(Copyright Razor7826 2007. The events presented in this work are fictional and do not represent the views of the author in any way.)

"Guards, take her to the dungeon and toss her in a cell with those rogues you captured last week." Queen Epithymia ran the nail of her right index finger underneath her bottom lip and smiled as she looked down at the shackled blonde girl. The prisoner kneeled at the foot of the Queen's throne, sobbing uncontrollably. "I think she needs to learn a lesson about patriotism and what it truly means to defy your country."

Through her sobs, the girl screamed in protests. "It wasn't me! My sister was the one that slandered your good name, my Queen! Please, take her instead!" Her cries grew quieter and quieter as the Queen's guards led her off. Epithymia sank bank into her golden throne with renewed joy at her ability to destroy the lives of others with a single utterance.

Life as the queen of an empire was thrilling, as usual. Not only was there a fresh load of criminals to condemn, but research on the Great Seal was finally making headway. The Queen was wet with anticipation toward seeing out what was on the other side of the The Veil, but tormenting her subjects helped pass the time.

The Queen waved for the guards to bring in the next subject, making sure to jostle her barely covered bosom as much as possible for her guards to see. Every part of the Queen's attire and decor was selected to be as tantalizing as possible: her short and loose purple dress, her stiletto heels, her crimson lipstick and nail polish, and, of course, her meticulously well kept golden curls. That, is, save her sapphire pendant.

The Queen hated the color of the heavy pendant that dangled around her neck, but the gaudy appearance was a small price to pay for the mystical protection it offered her. Besides, she had no doubt in her ability seduce any man she came across, even with the jagged gem dangling near the base of her neck. And, in the end, that was what mattered.

Epithymia inhaled and rubbed her chest with her hands, enjoying the feeling of her hands against her skin. She derived great pleasure from watching the bulges in her guards' pants, even though she had no interest in consenting males. Her lust lied elsewhere, and the guards knew that; they did their jobs well, and the Queen repaid them handsomely with their pick from the vast dungeons beneath her castle, male or female.

The captain of the guard led an elderly man with long, unkempt gray hair into the throne room. Epithymia immediately recognized the man as the court wizard, Sir Malus. She rose to greet him, a sign of the respect she gave him over all others. "My dear Malus, so wonderful you've chosen to greet me this afternoon. I was just thinking about when you would bring news of your research." She dropped her normally seductive mannerisms while talking to Malus; his work was of the utmost importance, and she had no intention of toying with his mind.

The old wizard let out a laugh. "Ohoho, we've finally done it! Initial testing opened a small portal from which we could extract various specimens, several of which look like they will be of great use against the Kolonese Army."

"I don't care about the small portals right now; what about the summoning ritual?" Her voice started to waiver. The anticipation made her nervous.

Malus smiled at her with a huge grin. "I'm certain it will work. We have the maiden in the summoning chamber, as I knew you would be interested in performing the ritual as soon as possible."

The Queen smiled and clapped her hands together in glee. "You're damn right I would! Let's go- The Kingdom of Kolon will fall before the night is over." She grinned with the glee that always accompanied imminent victory.

The wizard and his mistress made their way to the central stairwell and began to descend the stairs. Deeper and deeper they went into the caverns beneath the gothic castle, paying little attention to the screams that emanated from the various levels of Epithymia's dark prison.

Finally, nearly one hundred feet beneath the throne room, the duo encountered an iron door. Malus unlocked it with one of the many keys that jangled from his key ring, and they proceeded into the grand summoning chamber. The room was nearly thirty feet tall and twice that in length, the walls and arched ceiling made of black stone blocks. In the middle of the dark chamber hung a young woman in a white dress. Her slender pale arms dangled above her head, chained to a pillar which sat on a rotating base. Her torso was still clothed with the white corset she was wearing at the time of her capture, but her once billowing gown was torn to shreds, leaving her thin lace panties exposed. The chains were of the perfect length that she struggled to stand on the tips of her toes, helping to show of her slender legs and smooth thighs.

Epithymia immediately recognized the girl as the virgin princess of a recently massacred nation. She had given the King of Harmonia an ultimatum- offer her only daughter as a gift of peace, or watch his kingdom get destroyed. He made the wrong decision, and now Epithymia had taken both the princess and the lives of every man, woman, and child of Harmonia.

Under any other circumstance, Queen Epithymia would have defiled the princess herself. However, things were different since Sir Malus deciphered the ancient scriptures. In addition to perfecting control of the Great Seal between worlds, the contract would require payment of a virgin of noble birth. Now, with both the knowledge and the pure maiden in her grasp, the power of that lied behind the veil would be hers. She turned to her wizard and asked "How do we begin? A chant? A sacrifice?"

The broken voice of the princess responded in fear. "Please... let me go. I... I need to tend to my father." Epithymia laughed at her demands, then turned back to her wizard.

Sir Malus smiled and laughed. "Oh ho ho, the secret is in the runes that cover the room. Can you see them?" The Queen squinted at the floor, and realized the intricate patterns that covered every inch. Her eyes followed their maze up the wall and onto the ceiling.

Her jaw dropped as she realized the entire chamber had the runes. "How long did this take you?"

Sir Malus laughed. "Once we figured out the requisite pattern, it was easy. Those artists and playwrights that you imprisoned six months ago turned out to be extremely efficient workers, once it was made clear that the work would give a them a temporary reprieve from their regular duties." He chuckled as he mocked the lives of abuse they were forced to live. "I also promised that they would get a few months of solitude for finishing the job early; I hope you don't mind my exceeding authority."

Epithymia was too enthralled with the intricate pattern to care. "Give them whatever they want, if this actually works." She continued to trace the patterns with her blue eyes. "Except their freedom, of course." Malus smiled at his mistress' attention to detail.

Malus gave the final details necessary to start the contract ceremony. "All that is required now is a drop of the maiden's blood, anywhere within the runes. It is a test of sort, to see if she is a worthy sacrifice. Shall we get things started?" Malus walked over to a table to and grabbed a long leather whip, then returned and offered it to the Queen.

Epithymia smiled at the weapon and said "Nice choice." She grabbed it from his hand and walked towards the sacrifice.

Realizing that the end was near, the Princess started to scream and beg for her life. "No! Get away from me! My people need me, please, let me go." Fear was in her eyes, which turned Epithymia on.

The Queen liked watching the princess struggle with futility. "Oh my, dear princess, so eager to escape? You're so cute when you struggle." She walked over to the bound girl and caressed her thighs with the limp whip. The captive twitched her thighs as the whip rubbed against her sensitive skin. "Haha, you really are a virgin, aren't you? You can't deal with the slightest touche without twitching in pleasure." Epithymia chuckled. "I feel kind of bad that you're going to die a virgin." She slid the whip up to the girl's white lace panties, to which the princess responded with heavy panting. "There's an entire world of pleasure, far greater than this, that you will never experience." The girl continued to cry, fueling The Queen's desire to toy with her captive. She reached down the Princesses' white corset with her free hand and pinched her nipple. The captive let loose a yelp. "I wonder, what made you save yourself for your marriage? You're over twenty years old and still inexperienced to the greatest pleasures in the world. It truly does sadden me to let you go, but those are the rules." Epithymia leaned over and kissed the captive Princess, who was shocked by the sudden move. The Queen slipped her tongue into the virgin's mouth and swirled it around, savoring her gasps of shock. To make the experience ever the more interesting, she pinched the Princesses nose, forcing the girl to gasp for air, sucking on The Queen's tongue.

When the girl had clearly had enough, Epithymia broke her suctioning kiss and smiled as her captive sucked in giant gasps of air. The trail of saliva between their mouths hung in the air for a brief moment, then collapse to each of their chins. "Goodbye, my princess. Oh, and your father's dead, as are all your subjects. You won't be missed." She turned around, took four paces, then, reared her arm back and made a quick snap with the whip at the girl's thigh. The lash sent drops of blood splattering to the floor as the girl screamed in pain.

The runes lit up instantly when the blood hit the floor. Queen Epithymia sat in awe as a giant circle on the grand wall behind the pillar shimmered, then disappeared. On the other side of the portal was a foreign world with read skies and ashen ground. From the horizon, a monster approached. Epithymia immediately recognized the creature as the beast shown in the scriptures. It had a lion's head with black fur, slimy gray tentacles for limbs, and a transparent crystalline torso. It slithered it's way across the terrain until it reached the portal. It slipped its tendrils and head through the portal and into The Queen's castle. The terrifying monster looked from side to side, then spoke to the woman it believed to be in charge.

"Did you summon me, human? I do not like it when I am stirred from my slumber for reasons trivial." It spoke in a deep and rough voice. The Queen could hear the slimy tentacles make slurping noises against themselves.

"Yes, oh Great One, I have. I offer you this maiden, a virgin princess of noble blood, for you to devour." Epithymia was happier than she had ever been in her entire life, on the verge of enlisting the powerful ally that would let her conquer the world.

The chimerical monster laughed, his hoarse and phlegmatic glee spilling across the room. "Is that what you think I require for women for? A simple meal? Bwahahahahaha! No, I use them as my power source, a source of strength unlimited." It swung four tentacles towards the princess, who was terrified into silence by the fiend in front of her. It caressed her body with its tentacles before speaking again. "This maiden will make a great living core. As long as she remains alive inside of me, and you let me feast on the remains of your enemies, I lend you my power." It now crawled further into the castle and leaned towards Epithymia, the lion face less than a foot from The Queen's. "Now, before you answer, think. Are you truly willing to sacrifice countless lives in exchange for my power? The contract will last until you, I, or the maiden are dead."

Queen Epithymia had no need for thought. She had long ago decided she would conquer the world, no matter the cost. "Yes, I agree to those terms," she said, trying to hide her overwhelming glee.

"Thank you, my Lord. Now if you do not mind, it is about time I take the offering." The tentacled monster tore through the chains binding the princess as if they were nothing. Its crystalline torso opened up, and it lifted the offering with its limbs, then threw it into its torso. Finally unbound, the Princess stumbled around the glass-like chamber, pounding on the walls, trying to escape. The girl was obviously screaming, but The Queen heard nothing. She watched in awe as tentacles spilled from the organic interface between its outer skin and the shell, which grabbed a hold of the sacrificed girl. The virgin looked around with a look of absolute terror as the tentacles slid all over her body, bursting off her clothing, tightening their grip, and beginning to explore the layout of her body. The slimy tendrils encircled her arms and wrists, and held her spread eagle in the middle of the crystalline chamber. The Queen began to play with herself as the scene in front of her played out, using both of her hands to rub and explore her genitals.

Without ceremony or warning, the monster speared the smooth tentacles into his captive's mouth, anus, and vagina. The monster let slip a satisfied sigh as the tentacles began to undulate, clearly absorbing the fluids from inside the deflowered princess. The expression on the princesses face change from one of unimaginable fear to one of unending shock. As the tentacles continued to do their work on the Harmonian princess, The Queen brought herself to orgasm, her moans echoing in the chamber as Sir Malus watched.

Exhausted, she fell backwards onto the cold stone floor and took a moments rest. When she sat up, the monster's assault on the the girl inside had slowed down. Once again, it leaned towards its new master and spoke. "I have regained my strength, my Lord. What is my task?"

Queen Epithymia, ruler of the Epithymian Empire, smiled in sadistic glee and said, "To the Kingdom of Kolon," condemning each and every one of the Kolonian citizens to a life of slavery or death.

"Come, my Lord. I can carry you into battle." It offered her a cupped bowl of tentacles in which to sit. She took the offer, and the trio of Queen, monster, and slave bounded off to battle and inevitable victory.