StarChaser: Another (18+)

 

It was an early morning at the palace’s gardens, the melodic warbling of various songbirds chorused with the soothing sound of crickets. To one side the rushing stream of an artificial waterfall provided a perfect ASMR to sleep to.

In the palace’s underground dungeons, a different side sound was playing. There was clinking of metal chains, the smacking of flesh against flesh, the sound of panting and gasping. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air.

 

Ingrid was suspended nude from her wrists from the ceiling. Metal manacles clamped on her wrists and a chain kept her arms high above her head. Her legs were obediently wrapped around the soldier in front of her, his trousers were down and his hips pumping in a frenzy as he slaked his lust on the former Starchaser in front of him. Behind him was a long line of soldiers, each waiting their turn.

The soldier let out a lustful cry of pleasure as he emptied his balls into Ingrid’s tight, wet hole. They stayed like this for several seconds, panting together.

“Release” Philia ordered. She was watching the scene with a big smile of satisfaction. Her blond hair and white royal dress was a stark contrast to the gloomy dungeon they were in. 

On hearing “release” Ingrid’s legs untangled from man’s waist. He pulled his trousers back up and bowed to Philia before returning upstairs for his duties. The next man stepped forward, eyeing Ingrid’s naked body hungrily.  He looked at Philia who nodded, taking cue he undid his trousers revealing his huge erection. Philia looked at him approvingly.

“Grip” Philia ordered. Clumsily, Ingrid raised her legs and the soldier helped her so they wrapped around his waist. With a grunt he pressed himself home to the hilt. Ingrid’s head whipped back as she let out a cry of pleasure and discomfort, her body shuddering at the sudden intrusion.

“Do not mind what she feels. You will do it hard and fast. I want those tits bouncing fast until her nipples are a blur, understood?” Philia said firmly. The soldier, his face flushed with pleasure as he felt his dick being massaged by Ingrid’s tight pussy uttered “Y-yes your grace.”

“Fuck.”

Taking a deep breath, the soldier began pumping his hips as fast and as hard as he could. Ingrid let out a cry as she was roughly taken, squirming in both pleasure and discomfort. The man gripped her hips and continued pumping, his eyes focused on her jiggling mounds, moving faster to reach the Princess’ criteria of roughness.

It was a worthy goal nonetheless. The man fucked her with all he’s got, his libido inflamed further by the wonderful sight of her breasts moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Ingrid was crying now, both the intense pleasure and dull pain was flooding her system.

Philia smiled as she watched the girl take what was coming to her. More and more soldiers were filing down the stairs, adding to the line. 

“Sorry. I forgot, I called every man here, ahahahaha!” Philia laughed, her voice turning back to Melrondia’s.

 

In anger, Ingrid broke free.

 

___

Ingrid opened her eyes, she wasn’t in the dungeons but in the garden's. She still hung naked from her wrists but she was back in the gazebo, dangling from a chain attached to the ceiling. 

Whew, I must have dozed off for a few minutes. Ingrid thought. Also, that would have been really embarrassing for Philia if I suddenly broke out of my chains today on all days…

Now alert, she mindfully kept her legs straight down and her body arched, presenting her shameful nudity to all who wanted to see. A small group of guards kept watch from all sides and she could feel their eyes boring into her most intimate places. They didn’t seem to mind that she had fallen asleep. 

 

“Heh, what a nice body, that tattoo looks good on her.”

“Yeah, she gave me a good blowjob yesterday. Whoo! I never came so hard before!”

“And so fast probably.”

“Fuck you!”

“I had mine yesterday.”

“Same! The best nut ever!”

“Damn, I still haven’t had my blowjob from her.”

“Oh just wait, she’s busy every night with the princess.”

“Hahaha! Serves her right, I heard the princess loves doing it rough.”

“As someone who’s guarded her bedroom, I can confirm, she makes that girl scream.”

“She looks alright though.”

“Idiot! Obviously they healed her so the Princess could fuck her raw every night!”

 

The guards’ banter faded as Ingrid returned to her thoughts. It was one thing to be exposed in the palace, aristocrats had a very hermetic lifestyle to her tastes. But even after being bent over and having her labia pulled back for everyone to see, it still felt like some exclusive stripclub where nobody really cared who you are even if you’re a regular. Granted, Eliria was someone of high respect and now has fallen so low, but she never lived Eliria’s life, so when they came over to gloat she had no idea who NPC no.152 was.

Today’s event however, was the real thing. She couldn’t exactly find out why it was far more embarrassing and gave her stomach butterflies. When she thought about it, these random peasants are far more foreign to her than these aristocrats who claim to have grown up with Eliria. 

Maybe it was the sheer number of faces she’ll see. Maybe because it would cement her place in the eyes of the kingdom. Which again, made no sense on further introspection, Philia was her patron in a manner of speaking, this was no different than being her personal Jack-The-Ripper.

After all, her streaking in a ball game was initiated out of a sense to be outrageous and funny. Doing stupid sorority games with people you’ll see the next day will just be dismissed as “Eh, Ingrid doing Sigma-Tau-Upsilon-Phi-Iota-Delta things. Who cares?”

She supposed it was because it was a complete execution of her social value. She thought back on her Starchaser days and times she had to or unwittingly committed something wrong. She wasn’t a perfect hero and at times she misused her own power to get her way, but it wasn’t like she ever blew up a school bus full of terminally-ill puppies just to kill one SEED.

 

Part of her wondered if that was what Philia was playing on. And that thought made her feel ashamed. 

Ingrid heard Philia’s loud voice echo from the courtyard beyond. The guards unrolled the winch and untied her. 

“Hands behind your head.” one of the guards said.

Ingrid obeyed, slightly arching her back as she did so. 

“Go to that door, and mind your step.”

Without any further prompting, Ingrid started sashaying towards the door, the guards around her were chuckling and whistling at the sight.

 

“Damn! Her butt looks really sexy when she walks like that!”

“Yeah, I bet the Princess fucks that hard every night.”

“I can imagine pounding that butt hole so hard her tattoo’s wobble around.”

“I think that’s the idea,”

“Oooh shit, look at those titties bounce!”

“No shit, she’s better when she’s moving.”

“With knockers like those you need to fuck her hard enough the nipples become a blur!”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ll do when I get a piece of that.”

“We will, we will in time.”

“I wanna see her dance.”

“Oooh that’s a good idea.”

___

The courtyard of Concirrica Palace was abuzz with activity. On one side of the palace, several parade floats were having their last-minute embellishments pinned, hammered, and tied down. Costumed actors went through a dry-run of their routine as did the dancers who practiced their moves. 

The opposite side of the courtyard had a small army in their finest ceremonial dress standing in formation. Philia, also dressed for the occasion hid her smile as the little pomp-and-circumstance played out before her. 

She nicknamed the three most senior in the assembly “The Three Stooges” and watched as they yodeled out the start of the ceremony, echoed by the squad leaders. With incredible focus, Philia mustered all the strength she can to not laugh as the “adjutant” of the The Three Stooges did his signature trot, bending at the knees so he was shorter than the leading stooge and shuffling quickly so he stood before the assembly. The sight never failed to strike her as amusing.

It was already funny enough to see him had to walk like he was sitting on an invisible chair, now add the adjutant’s tiny steps and fast pace and the fact that instead of taking the shortest possible route by moving diagonally he had to move in an L made him look like a janky cartoon robot.

Philia remained tense as the adjutant straightened up and yelled in a baritone voice a series of orders. She remembered when she was first given real responsibility by her father and she embarrassed herself by breaking out laughing. First the comical robot routine while wearing such a cool suit and then the juxtaposition of doing something silly yet having such an awesome voice of authority. It was a deadly one-two punch that to this day the Princess struggled with. 

Well, I need to make a fool of myself today as well. Philia thought to herself. Not so much as going on a parade but the underlying issue. Today she will be beloved, a hero. And it’s going to hurt really bad once her secret gets out.

The soldiers completed their ceremony,all was accounted for. Philia saluted and the soldiers took ease.

“Horses!” Philia ordered. A gate opened and liveried stablehands brought them in.  Like the men, the horses were decorated for the festivities, looking as handsomely dressed and armored like them.

One cavalry unit at a time, the companies were called and the riders snappily mounted themselves atop their steeds and moved to the side.

As they did so the brass band started playing, which the cavalry units used a cue when to move. As they did so, the rows of soldiers left behind adjusted themselves in a snappy motion. When they were finished the cavalry now stood behind the foot soldiers.

Around the same time, the Parade floats were finished and the performers now had all lined up opposite the soldiers, a group of servants rolled out purple carpet, emblazoned in yellow was a crest. The crest was a private joke in the Kingdom. It symbolized the office of the Grand Buffoon of which nobody really held. Growing up, she’s seen her family roll it out for ministers and dignitaries they didn’t like and she’s done it herself at times. 

And the one walking it today wouldn’t be their first time.

“Bring out the prisoner!” Philia ordered.

 

The double doors to the royal gardens opened and revealed Ingrid with a small company of guards. She kept her hands obediently behind her head and sashayed down the carpet, all the while the Brass Band half-heartedly played out of tune. The poorly done music eliciting chuckles from the assembly.

Ingrid’s face scrunched up as she tried not to laugh. Dammit, Philia, what have you been teaching these poor people!? She thought with anger and amusement as she recognized the tuba guy playing the “Fat Guy Song”. Her expression slipped under everyone’s notice however as they simply thought she was feeling immense amounts of humiliation right now. The civilian performers watched with a mix of humor and arousal as Ingrid’s breasts bounced up and down, left and right in an arc as she marched down the insulting carpet, all to the cadence of the funny tuba.

Upon reaching Philia, the guards behind Ingrid lightly tapped her ankle with their feet, indicating she kneel down. Philia sauntered over and leaned in, then both girls laughed out loud.

“Screw you and that fucking ‘Fat Guy Tuba Waddle’ song!” Ingrid giggled.

“Welcome to my world, bitch! I had to endure stupid-looking Adjutant Walk for my whole fucking life.” Philia chortled 

“Oh shit!” Ingrid laughed “Not this world too! They do that shit here as well?” 

Philia guffawed

“I need to sneak you out one day so you can see it!” Philia replied “It’s fucking cursed… Okay, let’s calm down and get this shit over with.” 

“...It doesn’t matter what you say. Nobody’s coming out to save you.” Philia reverted back to the local language. She jerked her head, indicating she be taken away to her parade float. “The Red Moon is finished!”  she added a tone of smugness to her voice.  “We’re catching all your little friends one by one!”

In response the soldiers let out a cry of “Hungh!”

 

___

The City of Elion-Nosco was in a very festive mood today. Confetti was raining everywhere, merchants had set up their stalls for refreshments along the streets and everyone was in a celebratory mood. The dreaded Red Priest was captured in a daring raid with no casualties and judgment was to be passed to her this very day.

The parade was headed with a brass marching band led by a troupe of pretty girls twirling long colorful scarves on the end of one baton. They led the procession in a swirl of color and acrobatics, sometimes straying ahead of the procession to perform impressive feats of agility while the rest caught up to them.

Behind them were a corps of cavalry in their finest battle dress and handsomely barded horses, these were the knights of Fort Ontala and they were led by three riders, one in the middle waving the modern flag of Ontala, the wind picking up the banner and letting it drift dramatically. Beside him were riders bearing the ancient standards of two celebrated eras in Ontalan history. 

Following the riders were foot soldiers, handsomely armored and marching in perfect synchronicity with each other. Like their superiors they wore underneath their armor the best ceremonial dress with flashy epaulets and fringed helmets that were too impractical for actual combat.

Trawling along on a parade float pulled by horses was an actress dressed as Eliria of House Corven. She hammed it up for the crowd, like a pro-wrestling heel and everyone played along, booing and applauding alike as she performed (fake) magic tricks to strike down actors dressed as ordinary people, depicting her as a sadistic monster that preyed on the innocent. Then, the knights appeared and “beat” her with their droopy foam swords, a puff of smoke burst out and the knights waved to the crowd in triumph

 

Next behind the propaganda float was the King’s Guard, the elite of the elite followed by a parade float that held the Red Priest and the Princess.

Ingrid stood atop a pair of pedestals between two striped may-pole like posts. The ropes around her ankles tied to the base of the poles as well as the pedestals being a few feet apart caused the naked Ingrid to stand with her legs spread wide apart. Her wrists were also tied to ropes leading atop the maypoles, forcing her on a spread-eagled position and baring her naked body for the crowd.

 Below her, a strange machine rumbled angrily, jiggling the pair of rods sticking out from the top which pumped up and down. One up front pumped up and down at an erratic pattern, while the rod behind did so rhythmically and briskly.

Attached to these rods were very long and very thick phalluses, they were covered in countless wriggling finger-like projections and dripped with some kind of ooze. 

Ingrid’s breasts bounced up and down in an erotic rhythm, her glorious mammaries jiggling in opposing circles as the dildo plundering her butt hole was pumping up and down in a steady rhythm. The dildo ravaging her pussy caused her hips to shake and spasm. The constantly flowing lubricant and those wriggly bumps made it feel not just like a fantasy penis with its great size but also a giant raspy tongue that licked up her sensitive insides.

Ingrid’s face was red with a combination of embarrassment and pleasure as she shamelessly orgasmed in public. Philia didn’t have her gagged, she only needed to not say things like “oh yes!” or “yeah!”

“N-noooo!! Noooo!” Ingrid yelled as another orgasm was milked out of her, eliciting laughter from the mob. 

 

“Hahaha!! What a mess!” 

“How shameful! Who gets off from this!?” 

“Some priestess that one is, cumming hard like that!”

I guess that’s a ten out of ten from the orgasm judges. Ingrid thought. 

 

Meanwhile Philia herself was showboating atop the float. Her limbs were armored handsomely with lacquered steel and gold accents, underneath which a fine chainmail was visible. Shoulder guards and some kind of armor to protect her collarbones and neck matched the aesthetic. Apart from that she wore a sexy thong leotard of matching black leather and gold accents. Ingrid had half a mind calling it impractical outside of a coliseum fight but saw many of the female guards and knights wear similar clothes. She figured that they probably used a shield similar to the Starchasers or that this was just peacetime so fashion overruled protection. 

Philia carried a greatsword around and hammed it up for the crowd as well, reminding Ingrid of a beloved prowrestling face as she strutted around, waved to the crowd and gestured that her capture was done by her.

 

“Who’s the heroine that got the witch?” She yelled at the crowd.

“PHI-LI-A! PHI-LI-A! PHI-LI-A!” the mob chanted in response.

 

The other notable thing atop the float that struck Ingrid was the presence of cheerleaders, she wasn’t sure if that was actually a thing in this world or some innovation by Philia, she was inclined to think the latter. 

“Take it deep! Take it all in! Eliria the witch, she likes them big!” The cheerleaders lewdly chanted in unison. Ingrid couldn’t see them but she was sure that besides their choice of words their routine would blend right in with the halftime show. 

 

THWACK!!!

“Mngghh!!!” Ingrid groaned as Selphie, dressed as a dominatrix, complete with a domino mask, slapped her butt with a leather paddle. The lack of of red marks on her deliciously jiggling butt cheeks was due to the spell Philia had placed on them, they scrambled the nerves but cushioned the impact while raising the volume, providing the trifecta of delicious pain, lack of real damage, and a satisfying thwacking sound that everyone could hear.

Selphie kept the leash on Ingrid’s neck taut to remind her to maintain her posture and show her face to the crowd. She was glad that their training kept her docile, Gwen’s intense pussy-licking every day kept her a shuddering disgrace, she smiled as she remembered seeing her with her eyes rolled and tongue out, babbling incoherently as Gwen’s cat-like tongue licked the rebelliousness out of her. If she hadn’t, she was worried that this girl would take this chance to sprain her neck or something but she was bearing her public humiliation the way she should.

But Ingrid already had something to keep her head up, she watched as Philia’s shapely breasts and butt jiggle as she strutted around and pumped her fist. Nobody could blame her for slobbering over Philia’s sexy body as everyone was thinking the massive dildos were simply making her take leave of her senses.

Philia turned around and gave Ingrid a wink and a cheeky pose, which everyone assumed she was taunting Ingrid, who squealed again as she came. She was definitely teasing Ingrid now, and Ingrid felt like she was masturbating to softcore porn.

 

Behind Ingrid’s float was another set of marching bands, foot soldiers and cavalry, Ingrid saw them earlier before they tied her up on the float. Geez, were they that many that raided the cult, or are these guys just hanger-ons? She thought with amusement back then. And following this copypasted group was another float but it carried not people but an array of magic tools, essentially a large scale projector. The screen hovered over the float and was wider than the procession. 

It was divided into three sections; Philia had shown this feature to Ingrid earlier. “Ah yes, divert advancement for sex, Philia you beautiful animal, introducing culture first”. Ingrid had said with a laugh. The Middle part took center stage, and it played various clips of Ingrid engaging in various sex acts. Meanwhile the left and right auxiliaries were in portrait mode and showed a live feed of Ingrid, they alternated between a full body shot on one side and a close up on the other. 

 

“Who’s the Princess who brought you all of this!?” Philia yelled jubilantly as she opened her arms and strutted around the float, indicating both Ingrid and the screen showing the erotic vision in front of them.

“PHI-LI-A! PHI-LI-A! PHI-LI-A!” came the thunderous chorus.

 

Currently the left screen was showing the full body shot of Ingrid while the right side showed a closeup of her torso, disrespectfully highlighting her bouncing breasts and distended pussy as it was forced to swallow up the tongue-like phallus. Catcalls and wolf whistles rang out as they beheld this projection.

 

“Whooo! Look at those tits bounce!”

“Nice titties! Heheheheh!” 

“Great boobs!”

“Damn! Her nipples are so hard, you know she’s loving it!”

“What a slutty body! She was made for this!”

“Look at them go! Hahaha!”

“What a disgraceful body!”

“She’s so wet! She’s enjoying this!”

 

Meanwhile the center screen was showing Ingrid giving a blowjob. It was a montage-style video with an element of a timelapse. It alternated between two scenes; first was a shot of Ingrid from behind, squatting with her hands clasped behind her back. Head dutifully bobbing up and down as she performed fellatio on one seated man after another, whose faces were obscured with an unknown seal (“The Laughing man? Really Philia?” Ingrid laughed when she showed a demo of it.) 

The marathon was shot in a room with a large picture window showing the sun rising then setting, and then the sky turning dark indicating she was made to do this all day. There were breaks of course, and it involved Ingrid being spanked by a maid until she agreed to continue, eliciting bouts of guffaws from the watching crowd.

 

“Look at that! She wasn’t even tied up and she’s sucking them off!”

“Haha! Bad girl! Get back to sucking dicks!”

“Look at that puddle on the floor! She’s enjoying it!”

“Gross, what kind of girl gets off on that!?”

“She’s a slut! Nobody with self-respect would ever do that!”

“Hell yeah! Wish I was one of those guys!”

 

The second part of the video was an in-your-face shot of her sucking the penis as well as the moment of ejaculation, she kept her lips sealed in a perfect O as it throbbed between them, before opening her mouth and showing the white pool of selfish indulgence on her tongue.

On each open-your-mouth part it displayed mocking words like “She loves the taste” or “I love cum.” adding to the humor of the scene to the bloodthirsty crowd.

 

“Wow! That’s a lot of cum!”

“Hehe! I bet that guy was backed up!”

“Gross! How many has she swallowed now?”

“I would love for her to give me a blowjob like that every morning!!”

 

Ingrid squealed and shuddered as she felt her pussy slowly being filled up by the dildo and stop when it reached as far as it can inside her, it’s slowly rotating motion, the wet swirling projections massaging her sensitive insides like a wonderful tongue, and the vibrations from the machine below coupled with the anal intruder jarring herself against it squeezed another fresh batch of fragrant girl juice as she helped herself to another orgasm. She felt like did a touchdown in the Super Bowl from the crowd’s reaction. 

While she couldn’t see it, the monitor behind her combined it to a single screen and replayed it multiple times in different angles, confirming to everyone’s eyes that she came.  Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she thought all that week-long edging Philia prescribed for her previously was now paying off, making each orgasm a buffet of pleasure.

Another sharp slap to her jiggling butt cheeks brought her back to her senses and she yelped. The front dildo then resumed it’s erratic up and down pattern, tormenting her with a pattern she couldn’t get used to.

“Straighten up!” Selphie pulled on Ingrid’s leash and the girl obeyed, arching her back again. “Show your tits properly.”

Another hard slap caused Ingrid to cry out and once again her breasts resumed their erotic bouncing from her posture and the anal dildo’s rhythmic pattern. She moaned in frustration as her pussy’s playmate was starting to get coy with her, inserting itself only half-way before withdrawing, leaving only the tip inside her.

 

The center screen showed another montage this time. It showed her lewdly dressed in stockings and a corset, the designs and colors changing per clip. Ingrid assumed various humiliating poses while she was groped by various people, it looked like it was taken when she was in a brothel being fondled by various clients. It was a mocking message to the Red Moon cultists, showing their beloved leader’s dignity being assaulted with lascivious hands. Like the blowjob sequence this one played in three alternating parts.

The first part had her hands behind her head, the view focused on her face and breasts. Her bra would be torn open, causing her boobs to jiggle then a pair of hands played with her breasts in various ways, in one sequence they were men’s hands, others were women’s, some were slim, others meaty and other pudgy, Each played with them according to their preference, cupping, kneading, squeezing, and mashing Ingrid’s shapely mounds as well as pinching, pulling,  and rolling on their fingertips her sensitive erect nipples. As they did so, Ingrid’s erotically painted lips (also different color per clip) gasped for breath and her chest heaved as if wanting more of this disrespect. Slogans like "TOUCH ME", "GRAB MY BOOBS", "SQUEEZE MY TITS" flashed on the screen, as if implying that Eliria was a slut who wanted to be groped.

The second set had Ingrid bending forward. Her short skirt was flipped and her panties pulled down. Then a pair of hands would lovingly squeeze and play with her buttocks and legs, as well as giving her butt a playful slap or a sequence of slaps. In some sequences there were more than one pair of hands having fun with her backside. Similar glittery text was overlaid atop the scene with the similar message. In on sequence it read "SPANK ME", another lit up with "TOUCH ME HERE" on a clip that showed  her butt being squeezed.

The third sequence was Ingrid being masturbated, she was sitting with her legs open, bottomless. A hand rubbed her crotch to an orgasm but it was clear on her face that it was never to her liking, it was either too hard or frustratingly slow or light but she dutifully kept her pose. The overlays were equally demeaning like "MAKE ME WET" or "HOW TO MAKE ME HAPPY" which seemed to imply she loved what she got despite how obvious her disappointment was.

Meanwhile on the moving theater float. It depicted Eliria and her cultists in funny ceremonial robes attempting to summon a hero. Instead, a man in a funny costume appears and makes a grand fool of himself tripping and stumbling about to the crowd’s amusement. “Eliria” then tries to teach her summoned hero various things but it always ends up in disaster, culminating in her attempting to teach him magic only to end up in an explosion of pink smoke. 

 

“Who saved Ontala from the witch!?” Philia raised her sword triumphantly. 

“PHI-LI-A! PHI-LI-A! PHI-LI-A!” the excited mob shouted.

WHAPP!!!

Ingrid cried out in pain as Selphie snapped her out of her orgasm high. The crowd was laughing as they beheld a girl lost in the throes of a disgraceful pleasure. She was. The Pussy Pounder (as she had now nicknamed it) was going in and out in a slow rhythm, filling her up completely, staying there for a good number of seconds before gently sliding down. Her Butt Buddy (also her nickname for it) followed suit. To make up for the lost jiggles, once it reached its maximum height it jostled her up and down rapidly for a couple of seconds before making its way down.

 

“Philia! You gotta make up for all this teasing!” Ingrid yelled

“What teasing!? You owe me all the blowjobs in the world for this! You’re getting off easy!” Philia yelled back, hiding her annoyance with a smug smile as she continued to brag to the crowd visually.

“I mean you! You’re teasing me!” Ingrid yelled, to everyone’s ears it sounded like her alien words were a plea of despair, of begging. 

“You want some of me?” Philia said, her eyes taking the opportunity to lovingly look at Ingrid up and down. The way she opened her arms and swaggered to Ingrid looked like she was daring to be struck down by a spell. 

The crowd erupted into shouts of protest as they saw the Princess playing with fire. Was she really going to dare this witch to muster the last of her strength to strike her down?

“Yeah, I like some hot Princess boobs on my face.” Ingrid said, muffling a squeal of pleasure as the Pussy Pounder extracted her due offering of sweet girl juice.

“You’re so greedy, Ingrid! Fine! Later tonight, don’t pass out on me.” Philia said, turning to the crowd.

“The witch’s magic failed her!” she shouted triumphantly.

 

___

“As you can all see!” Philia said before the assembled crowd in the capital’s plaza, her voice magically amplified for all to hear. “The witch of the Red Moon. The dreaded Red Priest is powerless!”

The proclamation was met with a deafening cheer and applause. The catharsis lasted for a few minutes. Some wept in relief, for the Red Moon had claimed lives, others shouted in joy, full of pride for their kingdom to have defeated yet another threat while others roared in lust at the beautiful display of the flesh before them.

Ingrid was chained to a cross atop the stage. Gold chains and padded leather cuffs held her body taut in a Y-pose. A huge nosegay of flowers decorated the cross’ body and arched her back, presenting her disgraced body for all as the eye-bats industriously roamed around her body, projecting it for the crowd’s consumption.

Philia continued with her speech and as ignorant Ingrid was with the country’s affairs, she could understand what she was saying between the lines.

Blah blah blah. Trust Me. Blah blah blah, I totally did not sponsor an Otherworlder Summoning. Bla bla bla, Red Moon bad (well they actually are), Bla bla bla, Eliria/Ingrid is harmless, there’s no reason to execute her. Bla bla bla, so please do not object if I want to have a kinky relationship with her, she’s my fucking co-worker back in Earth okay? Inter-office romance doesn’t count here!

 

___

Not much happened the rest of the day. She hung there while the crowd threw a party, ogling at her all the time, throwing garbage at the part of the stage where she was as a gesture of contempt. Normally the position she was in would’ve been uncomfortable but she set up a series of force fields to negate her weight, effortlessly keeping her in that desirable position. As she hung or rather, floated there she was fantasizing about Philia’s body in that tight outfit.

Sometime around the early afternoon she was untied from the cross and returned to the palace to rest. She was bathed and massaged, the feeling was so sublime she would sign up for a part two if she got more of this. Some of the maids were sympathetic, although those that did were mindful of their words. 

“Be strong, lady Eliria, perhaps you will be forgiven.” one said.

“Please don’t mind  your behavior at the parade, no one could can control themselves when subjected to that, men nor women.”

Men? Ingrid’s eyes shot open. I have to see those! She could already imagine her and Philia squealing with joy as they secretly watched a parade like that.

 

In a small, well appointed bedroom, Ingrid took her late lunch. As nobles go it looked pretty good and high quality enough. Philia entered the room later, still wearing her sexy costume. As soon as the door closed, Ingrid pounced on her, burying her face into Philia’s cleavage.

“Mmmmm royal milkies.” Ingrid said, taking a deep sniff. Philia ran her  hand through her hair. She gasped in pleasure as Ingrid’s hands reached  behind her and cupped her uncovered bottom.

“You owe me a lot of blowjobs, sweetie, don’t forget. You were looking so hot back there.”

Ingrid nodded.

 

The rest of that afternoon, Philia did some light paperwork in the room, calling for servants and having them bring some of today’s work. She had the door left wide open, so everyone could see Ingrid obediently sucking her off. She received guests and congratulations in this fashion, showing off to everyone that the Red Priest was completely hers. 

“And I hope that concludes our busines- NNNNGHHH… ahhhh I just had a big fat nut in her mouth. What do you think, General?” Philia said as she indolently ejaculated a torrent of sticky semen into Ingrid’s mouth.

The stolid old general nodded in approval. “Congratulations on subjugating the witch, your majesty.” he smiled. Whatever the people were saying that she was playing with fire was completely unfounded, he thought. 

“Show him, slut.” Philia said, disengaging her Priapus for modesty. Ingrid shuffled around and obediently opened her mouth, showing the princess’ thick white emissions coating her tongue.

“Well ejaculated, your grace.” The general smiled. 

 

That evening, Ingrid was on display at the banquet hall again. After an hour or two presenting herself in various erotic poses, Ingrid once found herself on all fours with her ass up. Philia asserted her control over Ingrid by playing butt bongos on her butt cheeks while the girl moaned in protest at the humiliation she was receiving. 

Philia spread Ingrid’s buttocks and labia, showing off her two intimate holes for everyone’s hungry eyes, projected on the banquet walls so all could see. 

“As you can see, despite all the rough penetration she’s receiving, she’s still nice and tight.” Philia said to everyone’s laughter.

“And so everyone remembers just how big those phalluses are, I would like to give a demonstration.” Philia motioned at Selphie who came over carrying a covered object. She pulled aside the covers to reveal black cylinders, similar to the ones that were in Ingrid’s butt several days ago. These were much wider and longer, matching as Philia said, the width of PP and BB (Pussy Pounder and Butt Buddy).

Without any preparation, Philia pressed the bullet-shaped plugs home as the dinner guests cheered, laughed, and applauded as they watched Ingrid’s pussy and butt hole get violated before their eyes.  There were a lot of amused, disdainful, and scornful laughs as they beheld Ingrid’s now-disgraceful-looking crotch with the huge cylinders poking out. Ingrid’s hips shuddered and she let out a muffled moan as she felt the familiar sensation in her most sensitive parts again.

 

“And that… was how big the phalluses are!” Philia yelled and she bowed in applause. Several guests came over to congratulate her as Ingrid dutifully remained in her pose, her hands clasped behind her back.

___

Ingrid stirred as she found herself lying on a bed. She was tied spread-eagled to it. 

Philia was on top of her, her hips pumping away as she plunged her needly Priapus in and out of her wet quivering pussy.

“Shhhh…” Philia said, kissing on her lips. Ingrid felt her tongue and she obediently opened hers.

The girls french-kissed, the wet sucking sounds interspersed with Ingrid and Philia’s muffled groans and the sounds of their coupling. Ingrid kissed back, stopping only when Philia pulled away. As she did she buried her full length inside her, causing Ingrid to cry out a  little. 

“You were having a wet dream.”  Philia said. “I had one too, and that’s why you needed a good fuck.”

Ingrid smiled, half because she could feel Phila’s Priapus pulsating inside her. “I dreamed of that parade earlier, but without PP and BB.” 

“Hmmm… I should have you write a diary about those, ‘confessions of a perverted cult leader.’ The people will like it.”

“Philia, you need to shut off from work every now and then and ham it up like you did this morning.”

“You’re right, I do owe you for earlier.” Philia said, slipping her arms under Ingrid’s back, arching it and presenting her breasts for a good suckling.

“Aaaah!” Ingrid squealed “Y-yes, some boob love!” she groaned as Philia sucked harder, resuming her hip movements.

After a few minutes, Philia pulled  her head back, making a popping noise as her lips disengaged from her nipple.

“You really like it when someone sucks your breasts, don’t you?”

“H-huh?” Ingrid panted, “because people stare at them all the time! But when it comes time for sex… nobody touches them. Boobs are like the poor wingmen of erogenous zones. They’re the ‘okay, to be honest, you’re pretty, but I just wanna hook up with miss Pussy over there, yeah, you’re friendzoned now.’”

Philia slid up so she was face to face with her, their breasts pressed against each other.

“You’re weird sometimes Ingrid.” She put a finger on Ingrid’s lips. “For now, just be a good little cock-sleeve and be quiet. You’re gonna be my onahole while I reminisce earlier this morning.”

 

“Yes ma’am” Ingrid said before Philia locked lips with her and resumed her pounding. Philia didn’t need to say that but to Ingrid, being told she was being used as a masturbation aid just made it even more exciting. Her muffled moans probably helped jog her memory as she writhed under the twin assault of BB and PP.

 

___

Neither could remember who passed out first, but later that morning Selphie entered the room and found Philia cuddled with Ingrid who was still tied to the bed. 

The elf maid smiled smugly as she saw the amount of cum oozing from Ingrid’s disgraceful pussy. She felt proud seeing the princess had once again shown this vile criminal her place. Quietly she untied Ingrid and gently shook her awake. 

The girl blinked a few times and did her best to slip out of bed without waking Philia. As she did so, the other maids came in to replace the sheets. How they did so without waking the Princess was something Ingrid wouldn’t know as she was led out to bathe and freshen herself up.

“Are you hurting anywhere?” Selphie asked, not out of concern but simply to ensure that her mistress’ pleasures were not hampered. 

The girl shook her head.

“Speak honestly. This isn’t the time for your games” Selphie said sternly.

“No, not at all.” Ingrid said as Selphie bathed her. “If you’re looking to be annoyed, it all felt good. Philia would make a great prince charming.” 

“Your meeting with his majesty the King has been postponed, you should count your lucky stars. If you… are ever seeking release, you can tell me.”

Ingrid looked at her.

“That’s treason, Selphie. Taking me away from Philia.” When Ingrid said that, Selphie was both relieved and at the same time confused. 

After all, in her eyes she was Eliria Corven, her mistress’ former friend. To be treated like this was extremely cruel yet for unknown reasons she chose to bear the disgrace. Maybe it was the only way to stay alive, or maybe it was the only way she could be with Philia. 

Or both, Selphie didn’t know.

“We have discussed this matter long before you were arrested.” the elf finally replied.

Ingrid thought a bit. Well of course they had to, there was no guarantee Philia’s gambit of summoning Ingrid was going to work at all. If it failed and it was just regular old Eliria then of course she would tell Selphie there was a way out and then just blame it on somebody else.

 

___

When Ingrid and Selphie returned to the room, Philia was back on the newly-made bed, lying on her back, her Priapus long dispelled. 

“Go.” Selphie said. 

Without further prompting, Ingrid crawled up to the bed and gave Philia her daily morning cunnilingus. As she learned, Philia was very indulgent with her mornings but to be fair, Ingrid liked it. Most of the time it was her Priapus-dick she was servicing and she wanted to taste the real Philia, pleasure her real genitals and pay her back with the utmost show of respect.

She wondered what Philia was dreaming right now. She wondered if it was having her own spin on the parade in her dream. Maybe Philia was seated on a throne and she was being made to eat her out throughout the whole affair, showing that the witch of the Red Moon cult was thoroughly under her control.

Maybe she was on all fours on the coupling bed while Philia was in her sexy armor, her Priapus made especially huge for the event, pulling on her leash as she fucked her in the ass before everyone’s eyes. Ingrid could imagine her own face red with a combination of shame, discomfort, and frustration as Philia used her butt as an onahole while her pussy dripped with unfulfilled need. The shame of being seen wet despite being buggered publicly fueled her arousal.

Or maybe she was being bounced up and down on Philia’s lap, the Princess’ massive erection stretching her pussy as she was “deflowered” before the cheering crowds. 

Possibly hers was more stationary, like in front of an amphitheater. Philia had her strung up between two posts and whipped her with that magic paddle until she begged to be taken in front of everybody. 

“Flugegeheimen!” Philia yelled as she sat up awake.