READ NOVEL ONLINE Elion-Nosco Chronicles #8 – Magical Starchaser Theater (+18)
The Elion-Nosco Grand Theater easily held over thirty thousand spectators. Among the audience who finally got in were Siria Halthorne, estranged half-elf bastard daughter of Minister Halthrone, and her bodyguard Sammy Foster who like her was a mixed breed of an orc and human.
Siria resembled her elvish mother, though she had shorter ears with rounded tips due to her human DNA. Her hair however was a bright green that reminded one of summer foliage. The color looked natural and nothing like the garish spells young girls would use to enhance their appearance. The tips of her hair however gently shifted to a darker hue, another proof of her elvish DNA. She was slim and rather short, which made her look young at a glance, but her deep green hair tint made her look in Ingrid’s words “a hot single office lady looking for romance.” She habitually kept her hair combed when in the guise of her desk job, but when she was undercover as the case right now, she let them assume it’s natural wavy locks that made her pass off as any forest elf.
Sammy looked too human and barely any orc aside from her slightly pointed ears, which was considered a “disappointment” in human society as the common result of a human with another race usually resulted in them looking mostly human. In other words she was mixed only in name, she was Miss Ordinary McCommonkin and while that may have annoyed her in the schoolyard when growing up she had ironically grown up like everyone else and failed to see why it was disappointing. She inherited her father’s Sun Mane Tribe’s wild golden hair and eyes and to the earthlings, she was the model of the sexy amazon character thanks to those features.
They both were members of the Red Moon, though like Siria’s father they were under the employ of the Princess. Unlike the Minister however, greed did not take hold of them to go rogue nor did his death upset Siria who always resented him. She was the product of an affair between him and his elvish secretary. The scandal nearly threatened to uproot him from his position due to said secretary coming from a country that the kingdom was having a growing tension with. Ironically, Siria becoming his assistant ended up saving his career. Partly due to said conflict having been resolved and thus appointing his bastard daughter to a position of responsibility and (due to the laws at the time) being considered a citizen of the country that the kingdom used to have conflict with.
The resentment was long in the making, due to her father refusing to legitimize her, a move that even most people saw as uncalled for. The peace agreement set a precedent for her legitimization but by then he was busy trying to raise his position in life.
So when the Minister went into hiding, she could care less what became of him and ironically it was public knowledge of his refusal to legitimize his daughter that insulated her from any scrutiny.
Still, her role in the Red Moon wasn’t exactly so harmless either, and in a way put her in the same situation as him, having to choose self-enrichment with a reasonable route of escape or continuing on with a dangerous undercover job.
The two of them were posing as ordinary city-folk. Siria had an emerald-colored leotard with faux black leather armor coverings for her limbs and a short cape around her shoulders in faux elvish design. A red sash with tribal designs was wrapped around her waist, with most of the material flowing down gracefully which was the most stereotypical elf thing to do. Meanwhile Sammy wore similar clothes though with a more leather aesthetic. To everyone’s eyes they looked like a fashionable bad girl and good girl out on a theater date, with the bad girl on a mission to teach her “bad things.”
The Theater was indoors and while it was open to the public it retained a rather posh aesthetic to it. For the price of one gold coin, these upper seats had to be. Today’s show would be using a magic projection, the term “movie” was still pretty new to the zeitgeist, coined by Princess Philia, the King’s eccentric daughter. She did not invent the technology, but she had purportedly made advancements to it.
The upper seats of the theater were more spacious and quieter compared to the crowds below. They knew that the barkers for the lower seats were less discerning and could care less if they were getting overcrowded. Thank the gods the Princess is wasting her money on us. Siria thought.
“Hi Leaf, hi Sun.” the cult members said as they joined Siria and Sammy. The pair were on assignment after all by the cult.
“Better act natural” Sammy leaned over and growed at the cult member beside her. “I don’t think this is gonna be pleasant.”
“I will, I will.” the man beside her said. “I kinda of know what to expect.”
“Do you know why we’re here?” Siria too leaned forward and looked at him, keeping her voice low.
The man nodded “find whose faces are those, and deal with them later.”
“Don’t start any shit here.” Sammy whispered sternly.
“Of course, of course.” He said. He turned to the rest of his comrades and whispered the reminders to everyone, Sammy and Siria did the same.
A large magic circle appeared against the dark backdrop of the stage, it split itself into four, taking up the corners of a rectangle. One appeared in front of it, illuminating the crowd below while it displayed the sigil of the theater guild. There was a loud applause from everyone as music began to play and for some, relief that finally the show was going to start.
At the Princess’ box seat, instead of a chair there was a larger coupling bed set against the edge of the balcony. Ingrid sat on Philia’s lap, who hugged her from behind. Both girls were dressed only in a corset and stockings, their clothes hanging on a rack in the balcony. The rest of the maids took their seats, with the Princess ordering them to take off work and just enjoy the show.
“Especially you, Selphie.” Philia said. “Just let me and my wife enjoy ourselves.”
Ingrid coughed “Favoritism, favoritism. Inappropriate corporate behavior.”
Philia giggled “Killing Melrondia earned you that place.”
“Still, this movie thing looks pretty cool.” Ingrid said. She only saw a bit of it during the parade yesterday, since it was behind her.
“Yup, and the best part is most of this already existed before I came in, I just had to make some adjustments.”
“What adjustments?” Ingrid asked, sighing as Philia gently squeezed her breasts.
“Editing, Composition and how to do split screen and overlays… quite a bit. That’s why the one you’ll see looks very earthly.”
“I see…”
The scene began with a stylized puppet theater, which made Ingrid stifle a laugh. “We’re watching a movie of a puppet theater.”
“Oh shut up, you’ve watched more anime and cartoons than live action movies, do you not recognize animation when you see it?”
“I know, I know, but it just felt ironic. That’s why. Also, those puppets look really rad.”
“They do,” Philia said, indolently playing with Ingrid’s nipples.
A dramatic narrator and the puppet theater depicted acts of Eliria, the dreaded Red Priest engaged in heinous acts. Below them the crowd booed.
“They should clap for that animation value.” Ingrid said, letting out a few claps to annoy the maids.
“Agreed. You won’t be clapping for long, slut. Telekinesis Magic and puppetry are perfect together.” Philia said, which caused the maids to giggle.
After the dramatic sequence, it was then followed by a Monty Python-esque sketch of the cult attempting to summon an otherworlder and failing. It was a higher production version of what Ingrid saw on the parade float and much funnier. Then, the Knights of Ontala burst into the scene and a fight broke out. The Knights obviously depicted looking cool and competent, playing their roles seriously while the cultists continued with their Monty Python incompetence. It was a juxtaposition of coolness and humor that Ingrid and Philia enjoyed.
Below, the cultists in the theater were seething, especially with the portrayal of their beloved Eliria as a bumbling, incompetent witch who couldn’t even walk two steps without falling over her robes. They didn’t use Ingrid for this role but instead a different actress, but the audience didn’t care. The audience was lost in the entertainment in front of them and her comedy skills were top notch.
“I heard the Ontala chapter killed quite a number of knights, the ones in the parade were just stand-ins.” Sammy muttered. The man beside her nodded.
“Oh there’s my first scene.” Ingrid said. Philia licked her ear which caused her to make a muffled “mmmggh!”
“You deserve an Oscars for this.” Philia whispered.
“Sorta? I mean it hurt, but you and I have been felt worse.” Ingrid said.
“Getting thrown through five skyscrapers and into a lego factory.” Philia grumbled, recalling the time she was still a Starchaser and working with Ingrid. They couldn’t agree if landing into a huge pile of them cushioned the blow or made it more painful, probably both. It was also probably the reason she and Ingrid went completely nuts when they finally got their hands on those SEEDs that threw them.
“Yeah, and Athena still says she doesn’t believe it.” Ingrid told her.
“Screw her, all she cares about is how we look to the public.” Philia said, then smiled when she realized the irony of her own words.
Eliria was naked and suspended by her wrists in a dungeon, her legs splayed apart by chains on the floor. The hooded torturer was behind her, striking her with a bullwhip. Meanwhile another torturer took a paddle and used it to slap her breasts and inner thighs. There were closeups of her humiliating tattoos and gold rings on her nipples and clit, as well as the cylinder with Philia’s seal inserted into her ass.
“Huh, looked convincing enough” Ingrid said.
Philia kissed her cheek and said “I don’t think they’re looking at the makeup work.”
They were referring to the angry red whip and paddle marks on Eliria’s body. Which were merely painted or brushed on. Just like the paddle that Selphie used, they were enchanted (or cursed, depending on perspective) to negate actual damage,which wouldn’t have worked on Ingrid’s defensive aura anyway. The pain still registered and they still made that satisfying hit sound.
As the men whipped her, a cleric would occasionally come forward and bring the head of his staff to Eliria’s face.
“Ask forgiveness to the Lords of Gold.” The cleric said sternly. Eliria craned her head up and kissed the eagle statue on the staff, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
“I’m sorry.” she said. Satisfied the cleric withdrew and the headsmen continued their work. “No! No! Please, don’t hit me again! I’m so-AAAAAGGGHH!!!”
“Creative licensing much?” Ingrid cooed as Philia’s hand slid down her stomach. Pausing for a while then slipping between her legs, slowly massaging her wet folds.
“The crowd wants to see Eliria looking sorry and having no way out, and not defiant.” Philia explained.
“Mmmhh… good propaganda.” Ingrid said as Philia’s fingers gently rubbed on her clit.
“Please! Please! Stop!” Eliria screamed, her eyes full of (sprayed-on) tears. On some of her painted on whip marks dribbled pips and pulps of runny strawberry jam. “I can’t take anymore of this…mercy!”
The headsmen stopped and laughed.
“So much for the powerful Red Priest!”
Sammy and Siria winced, like everyone else they thought what they beheld were actual events of her torture. Eliria’s body was trembling and her screams of pain were genuine. The sight of small strawberry drops added to the pain of the scene that even some of the audience were being cowed by the pain they perceived she was taking.
“But, you’re here to be punished!” the bullwhip man said and swung his whip. There was a scream and a perfectly timed off-screen squashing of a tomato that spattered on the wall. The seeds were lost to the audience who saw only the red tomato pulp staining the bricks.
Closeups followed next in dramatic slowmotion of Eliria’s made up breasts and buttocks jiggling and bouncing as she was struck by the whips and paddles. Off-screen thrown tomatoes spattered perfectly, letting out a spray of Vitamin C on where the offscreen whip hit, making the audience groan at the violence.
“Savages” Sammy heard the man say. “This is brutal, even for a so-called evil cult, which we’re not.”
“Agreed.” Sammy said, keeping her cool.
Philia was right, the audience thought, Eliria right now had no will to rebel against her, not after something as brutal as this. Another pitiful scream echoed out as the scene showed their shadows against a wall. The two torturers went totally ham on a limp sack dummy with a wig, as Eliria’s recorded screams played out. The minor error of Eliria accidentally walking through a dark corridor holding a coffee cup was lost in the brutality suggested in the shadow play.
Ingrid however noticed and frowned at Philia. “Cut that out!” she said, pointing at the scene where she accidentally walked into the camera. The Princess’ face scrunched up and put a hand to her face. Fortunately nobody seemed to notice. Everyone below sounded very appalled by the torture scene they were focused on.
“I would like to thank the Academy…” Ingrid said in a mock speech at the Oscars as the next scene played out. Eliria was in a bathtub crying her eyes out as Selphie bathed her. Tomato juice and pulp stained the tub and a cleric stood in the scene as well, to suggest she was healed.
“Let her speak her dark tongue.” The cleric said soothingly “her gods will not save her.”
Subtitles popped up which said things like “It hurt so much! I wish I never joined the cult! Oh please Sazanael save me!”
Philia and Ingrid however were hanging on for dear life as their faces were red from trying not to laugh as Ingrid’s anguished tirade in English was anything but sorrowful.
“Fuck you Ingrid, why oh why did you introduce that into this world!?” Philia said.
“Because we’ve known each other for so long, your heart’s been aching but you’re too shy to say it...” She said, which forced Philia to double over and muffle her laughter.
Fucking rickroll, you’re evil! Philia thought.
The next scene showed Philia in her office. Eliria was cowering, prostrating herself on her knees, her hands and elbows on the floor and her forehead pressed to the carpet.
“...anything! Please spare me! I’m afraid to die!” Eliria squeaked. The two guards flanking her regarded her sternly.
“She is a vile sorceress, my lady!” one guard said.
Philia’s desk was stacked with double the paperwork she actually had in her office, she looked pained to see Eliria reduced to this.
“I’m afraid that is all up to my Lord Father.” Philia said, her voice breaking with emotion. “You can still redeem your dignity if you ask for death.”
“Noooo!! It hurts to die! I want to live!” Eliria cried.
“Way to go Philia, I’ve always wondered, you’re making them feel sorry for her, or me.” Ingrid squirmed in pleasure as Philia expertly slid and rubbed her fingers between her slit.
“It’s a culture thing, Ingrid. If that situation happened, Eliria would’ve gone with dignity. You’re really setting yourself up here as unlikeable.” She kissed Ingrid’s cheek as she felt her shuddering to a quiet orgasm.
“Would you have let her off the hook?” Ingrid asked quietly, panting as she did.
“That’s the fun part. You get to wear a hood and mask. Which means it could be anyone as your stand-in.”
“Sounds like there’s ways to confirm if it is Eliria under that though…” Ingrid said, snuggling into Philia’s warm body.
“And they can be bought to say ‘Yes. that was her.’” she said reassuringly “the penalty is burning at the stake. Removes all the evidence…”
As if to prove her point, some of the more sympathetic audience then broke into booing, shouts and jeers, vocalizing their disapproval.It was clear to them that despite her words of contrition she was clearly insinuating that the Red Moon would come and break her out. To them, they didn’t see a naked cowering girl but one threatening the Princess herself and showing that she was unrepentant in her ways. The farce was so obvious and the Princess naively falling for it stirred them with anger.
“She was holding on for us…” the man said, his voice breaking with emotion at Eliria’s fortitude. “W-we have to get her out.”
“Calm yourself.” Sammy said sternly. “You’ll give yourselves away.”
“O-of course…”
A haughty minister came over and read out a scroll. He suggested that she could prostitute herself as penance as well as earning coin for the crown, capitalizing on her novelty as a member of the cult. The people’s attitudes towards sex as Ingrid quickly found out in her first few days in Terragaia were quite lax and open. So it struck her as no surprise that the audience, rather than getting excited of an upcoming montage of sex instead only got louder with their disapproval, she heard them booing as the on-screen princess naively approved this plan with enough holes to drain spaghetti with.
Of course, Eliria’s status as a former noble and a well-known leader did make this line of work shameful and unbefitting of her station but knowing her allegiances, it was clear that she saw this as an opportunity to network with various people and possibly gain foolish followers.
The brothel sequence was next. First it showed Eliria in different short dresses being introduced to various clients. The next was a montage of Eliria bending over as her short skirt or short dress was pulled up and various panties of varying designs being pulled down for groping her butt and inner thighs. Next was a montage of various tops being torn open and her bra pulled back or away,showing her breasts bouncing in circles as they sprung free from their lacy prison.
These were interspersed with scenes of Eliria in the more public areas of the brothel, her dress being torn open and her reacting with shame and surprise as she was stripped in front of the clientele, to the scornful laughter of the other ladies and lustful guffaws of men.
The montage then showed the groping that happened next, her butt, inner thighs, and breasts being handled in various ways. It was similar to the montage shown in the parade but these had more visually pleasing groping and more degrading, showing hands slapping her butt playfully and her breasts being handled more roughly in some sequences.
Like the stripping scenes, these groping scenes with a single client was also interspersed with a followup of her public stripping. In these she was made to stand up, spread her legs and place her hands behind her head as the various patrons stroked and molested her body. Her face was a combination of discomfort, shame and arousal as her body betrayed her to the hands of strangers.
In one bar, the waitresses were tying her up, forcing her arms high up to the sides in a V so the guests could take turns masturbating her while they made bets on how long she would last.
In another bar, guests lined up for a blowjob, the patrons crowding around and cheering drunkenly as she worked hard to win a bet she was forced to participate in. Each man came hard in her mouth and she was made to show off the remnants of humiliation that pooled in her mouth before swallowing.
Meanwhile there were also scenes of sex in the private rooms. Eliria in various positions for the eye-bats while the clients took pleasure from her body. She was fucked hard and fast in all of these bedroom scenes, her tits jubbling so fast her nipples became a blur of pink or her butt cheeks jiggling wildy the tattoos were unreadable.
On the table in another bar, she straddled one man with his cock in her ass. A second man went behind her and pushed her down.
“N-no! Please! N-not two at once!” Eliria struggled as her butt-lover wrapped his arms around her and pinned her down.
The audience started laughing and cheering as they saw Eliria get humiliated with a double stuff to the butt. She let out a high-pitched wail as her butt hole was stretched. The crowd chanted loudly “TWO AT ONCE! TWO AT ONCE!” as the second man steadily pressed himself home, prompting another choked scream of Eliria, who shuddered and went limp. The second man grabbed her upper arms from behind and pulled her up, then the men began pumping her hips, jarring Eliria awake.
“No! Stop! Please! It hurts! It hurts!” she cried. “Mercy! Mercy!” but the drunken patrons merely laughed and egged the men to go harder on her.
“Balls are touching” Ingrid giggled as the closeup showed the penetration, as well as the two mens’ scrotums smashing into each other as their cocks’ undersides rubbed against the other.
Philia hugged Ingrid tightly and she gave her a kiss on the shoulder. “Thank you Ingrid.”
“To get them to rub dicks together?” Ingrid asked laughingly.
The mood of the other clips also changed, showing Eliria losing control and thus smashing any attempts the audience perceived as networking for friends.
“N-no more please…” A tired Eliria said as her macho lover with a big dick pounded her from above in a mating press. Her words were slurred and her tongue was out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her comical expression made the audience break into chuckles in an otherwise sexual scene.
“P-please stoooop” said Eliria in another scene, she was slumped forward on the bed, her but high in the air and jiggling wildly as her fat client continued to take her from behind, grunting like an animal as he pumped his hips while cumming.
“I’m..go-going crazzzyyyyy!!!” Eliria wailed as she rode her orc client. His hands clamped around her forearms as his thick penis jostled her up and down like a wild horse trying to dislodge an unwanted rider. Here eyes were full of tears and her face was blushing bright red as she experienced what a real “orc rider” was like.
The next scene had Eliria looking at the clock dejectedly as her client never showed up. It then cut to a scene of drunken goblins in a tunnel sleeping off their wine-induced coma.
“MMPPHHH! MPPHHHHMMM!!!” Ingrid’s yells of protest were muffled around a strap-on dildo. Three elf girls were having fun with her, their strap-ons having a thong with beads on the crotch that rubbed their slits as they moved their hips. The girls around them cheered as the elves used her as a masturbation aid while others talked her down.
As the montage of sex scenes played, Philia was doing the same to Ingrid, taking her from behind while the latter was on all fours. Her Priapus filled up Ingrid’s needy pussy in deep steady strokes.
“Thinking of me when you had to do all those men?” Philia said smugly
“Y-yes your grace…” Ingrid sighed with pleasure.
Selphie relaxed when the saw the Princess fuck the Red Priest, reminding the former daughter of House Corven of her place. She smiled as she saw the on-screen Eliria serving only level-headed men and punished her with their huge cocks and impressive stamina. The scene in the office was obviously made up but it still made her angry when she saw the scene of Eliria not so subtly threatening the Princess by implying the Red Moon would come to save her one day. She didn’t say it directly on-screen but it was clear that this overly ingratiating manner was an obvious attempt to buy herself some time.
The part where she saw the two of them quietly laughing during the bath tub scene was confusing to her but seeing them occasionally break into what looked like anger and dismay suggested that both of them were making threats that seemed absurd at first, until the message fully sunk in.
The next scene was hard to stomach for most of the audience, the draft of the movie was seen by some of the ministers. More than a few had knocked urgently into her office and politely demanded an explanation as to why she would allow such a scene to play, worrying that if the King himself found this out he would be enraged.
Philia however held firm on its inclusion, stating that Eliria’s status as a vile cult leader justified its’ use and the fact that the movie would be seen by cult members would completely demoralize them if not goad them into further acts of stupidity. Finally, the movie was a propaganda piece meant to show the public that Eliria was completely under her control.
“Don’t think we don’t know about your correspondence with the cult while you were in the brothel.” Philia said. “It’s sad to hear this but you need to be punished more firmly now.”
Eliria struggled in vain as she tried to escape from the square frame she was chained spread eagled too. The scene then showed vats full of live demon worms. They were purple, the larger ones the size of sausages and had horrifying lamprey like mouths.
Many of the audience recoiled in horror while others were starting to cheer in sadistic glee as they realized what was going to happen next.
The frame was flipped over and Eliria now hung upside down. A big funnel was forced into her butt hole as she squirmed in discomfort.
“No! No no no no! Please! Not the worms!” Eliria yelled in protest. “I-I didn’t do anything wrong! Please forgive me!”
“You will be forgiven, but first your body needs to be mortified.” Said a cleric who began uttering a prayer.
The alchemists then scooped the slimy worms into a big jar, the camera frequently doing a closeup on the wriggling mass, many of which had attached their mouths onto the glass, showing their intimidating teeth.
“No PLEASE!!! NOT THERE!!!” Eliria screamed.
“Bad continuity.” Ingrid said.
“How?” Philia paused in her humping and looked at her, squeezing her butt cheeks lovingly.
“The funnel in my ass was green.” Ingrid replied. “But the funnel in that closeup is blue-green. How could you mess that up?”
“Umm… well I was focused on…”
“The best girl in the world?.”
“N-no!!” Philia’s voice wavered as Ingrid’s inner muscles gave her cock a good squeeze, causing her to shudder in pleasure. “Y-yes, Best Girl. I love you.”
The audience all over uttered sounds of disgust for some and others catharsis as the sniveling witch got what she deserved. A close up of the suddenly blue-green funnel was flooded by demon worms that eagerly crawled inside (into the black colored bottle) and had everyone recoiling in their seats if not jumping with sadistic glee.
It cut back between Eliria’s anguished face and the funnel full of wriggling worms as she let out a pitiful wail.
It cut to Eliria’s butt being plugged up by the Princess’ seal. The alchemists after firmly pressing it home, helped themselves to rubbing her labia a bit.
“The other hole too.” Said the cleric. Smiling, the alchemists grabbed a red funnel. One assistant opened up her lower lips and gently inserted the neck of the funnel inside her. As they did so, Eliria went crazy.
“NOT THERE! NOT THERE PLEASE!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!” she screamed.
“You will never live to be a normal woman ever again.” Said the cleric.
“Really? purple funnel?” Ingrid said as she quietly giggled. “Who keeps messing this up?
“D-dammit Ingrid, it feels so weird to nut and laugh.” Philia had bent over and whispered that to her.
Once again, the shocked reactions of the audience below rang out as it showed a closeup of the wrongly colored and utterly-still funnel fill up with the gross worms. The intensity of the scene however and Eliria’s cries of pain and anguish did wonders for the audience however. Once again, after letting the worms sink into the black bottle the purple funnel was mounted to, it cut to Eliria’s pussy also being plugged up with Philia’s Seal. Stepping away, the alchemists righted her up.
“There is one more sinful hole that needs to make penance.” The cleric said.
“You want to make a bet I got the color right this time around?” Philia said as she slowly humped away at Ingrid.
“What’s the wager?” Ingrid asked, panting in pleasure.
“I’ll do you in the butt.”
“Oh nooo… I don’t like it when you do me in the butt.” Ingrid said with mock dismay.
“Come here you!” Philia pulled up Ingrid so she was sitting up and the girls french kissed.
Eliria’s cries of horror were muffled as she had a yellow funnel in her mouth tied around her head. She tried shaking her head but one of the alchemists held her steady.
It cut to a closeup on an orange funnel.
Somewhere high up in the theater, two naked girls stifled a laugh.
After showing the worms slither into the wrong funnel, it then showed a profile view of Philia feeding Eliria gummy worms. She reached into an opaque jar and pushed them into the funnel.
“Here you go…this one is strawberry flavored.” the on-screen Philia said as she fed her a gummy worm. “Swallow it”
Eliria’s (sprayed on) tear-filled eyes widened in horror as the Princess pushed into her mouth.
The maids, watching this scene, felt their skin crawl in horror at the Princess herself handling a demon worm with her bare hands. Some of them looked at her with shame-filled eyes as they remembered telling off the Princess and her hair-brained plans of taming the evil witch yet here she was harming herself as she embarked on this goal.
The audience too were cowed by this scene, some of them who held doubts about the Princess’ determination winced as they saw the King’s own daughter damage herself as she gave the witch a chance of salvation. There were cries of mortification as they saw the Princess’ strawberry jam stained fingers emerge from the jar and feed her another gummy worm.
“Lime gummy worm and strawberry jam? You have a fucked up sense of taste.” Ingrid rebuked Philia but her tone betrayed amusement as she heard everyone react with a combination of horror and shame as they thought the Princess really mutilated her fingers when in reality the only danger in that scene was the calories she was feeding Ingrid.
“It’s called special effects!” Philia hissed. “Besides, listen! Everyone’s buying it!”
“I’m not buying that orange and strawberry go together.” Ingrid retorted “A wise man once said that showbiz kills your sense of taste, now I know it’s true.” Ingrid chuckled.
“This is orange”
“This is raspberry”
“This is delicious, it tastes like kiwi fruit.” The on-screen Princess said as she fed Eliria gummy worms that looked like live demon worms to the audience. Some cringed as she plopped them in one by one, with Eliria mewling in disgust.
An attendant quickly wrapped a cloth around the princess’ damaged hand. While the alchemists took out the funnel and gagged Eliria.
“I really hope you can be saved, Eliria,” Philia said with a pain-filled voice. Meanwhile the Alchemists were putting some kind of mask around Eliria’s lower face, it was some kind of breathing instrument with a tube attached to the lab.
The section of the floor opened up, revealing a large pool full of demon worms. Eliria really lost it this time and struggled with all her strength but the chains were too strong and slowly was lowered into the pool of worms, completely submerging her. This time the scene was shot for real. Then, the door started closing, leaving her in complete darkness.
“Okay that one, that must’ve been gross.” Philia said, affectionately ruffling Ingrid’s hair.
“Not really? Hello? Starchaser? Got a forcefield up? Look at how dry my hair is when I sink below the surface.” Ingrid said. “Besides, remember the time I went into that SEED’s gut to blast it out from outside? Same thing.”
Philia cuddled Ingrid tighter.
“Besides, I was only there for like what? Ten seconds?”
It then showed a clock ticking away as well as life in the city and in the palace, people going about with their daily lives, as well as having parties. It cut back to the chamber opening up and the chains starting to pull the frame out.
Next, an offscreen stage hand dumped a bucket of demon worms onto the floor. Eliria then entered the frame, collapsing to her knees and coughing, making retching sounds to sell the illusion she just barfed them up.
Philia(wearing the exact same dress as the last scene and having the same strawberry pulp on her dress), entered the room and yawned “Ah good morning, Eliria! Did you have a good week? I hope you’re a good girl now…”
“Yes! Yes! I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” Eliria said, bowing. “Please don't put me back down there again!” she shook her head, jiggling her (dry) ponytail which was still there instead of being eaten by the worms.
“Take her to the healers then.” Philia said with disinterest. “Oh and clean her up.”
Next was Eliria, all cleaned up and prostrating herself before the Princess in her office, sobbing apologies for her breach of trust.
“I’ll never do it again! I’m sorry! I’ll never speak to the Red Moon… they’ve given me up! They’ve let me down! They’ve run away and deserted me!”
“Dammit Ingrid. Two in a row? You’re evil!” Philia chortled quietly. Ingrid smiled.
Meanwhile, the cultists watching this shifted uncomfortably in their seats, seeing their Red Priest once again reduced to a babbling mess.
“Does she really mean what she said?” Siria asked.
“Could be just words of pain.” Sammy said “There’s an orc saying ‘hurt a man to ensure his blade on your back one day.’”
“They’re not orcs, they’re humans.” Siria said.
“Fear is a weapon though” the man beside Sammy said “Just like how they’re trying to make us afraid we’ll face that pain she went through.”
“Fuck them, I just want to kill more of those palace freaks.” Another cultist said.
The next was a montage of Eliria acting properly domesticated but still receiving occasional punishment to remind her of her place.
There were scenes of Eliria performing menial work such as cleaning windows while wearing pointless maid clothing such as having super short skirts with no panties on and an open bust area that merely cradled but not covered her breasts, and being made to clean windows while standing on a high place, or being made to scrub floors while people pass by and whistle at her exposed groin.
In another were scenes of being called to give esteemed guests a “good morning blowjob” as well as “wet dream duty” where she serviced a sleeping guests’ genitals with her mouth all night.
The next was a collection of scenes where Eliria alternated between giving guests at the banquet hall a titty-fuck and resuming her duties as a waitress, performing her duties with cum all over her face, hair, and exposed breasts.
In another she was naked, and serving wine at a small party of men, they would grope her and occasionally was ordered to give them a blowjob as they conversed with each other.
“What happened to that guy in the red coat?” Philia asked. Her libido had returned and she was gently bouncing Ingrid up and down her lap as her Priapus once again fed her hungry pussy. The man in the redcoat was also another one that Philia wanted dead and Ingrid once again had taken him out while making it look like he fled the palace in the dead of night.
“Not something you want to discuss while you’re eating.”
“We’re not eating.”
“But I AM.” Ingrid gave her a Cheshire smile. Philia got the message and made a PFFFTT sound.
“Thank you! Thank you! I’m here everynight, I love youuuuuu Elio-Noscoooo!” Ingrid said quietly, imitating a late night comedian.
Inbetween these “indecently-dressed” maid scenes were snippets of her being disciplined to ensure she was obedient.
“Relax, relax your butt.” A maid said. Eliria was on all fours and her butt was in the air. The Princess’s seal on her butt wriggled around as her muscles squeezed around it. The maid constantly massaged and squeezed her butt to ensure she wasn’t tensing up. Satisfied, she whipped her hard with a spanking paddle. Eliria let out a cry of pain.
“F-fifteen! Th-thank you Mistress Margarita!” she settled down and tried to relax her butt, but the seal kept wriggling around. The view shifted to an hourglass indicating that she perhaps was not doing so well with this task.
“You need thirty lashes on a relaxed butt. We will do this again.”
“Ye…yes Mistress Margarita!” Eliria replied with dread.
“Now relax! You will not tense up, you will feel the pain in all it’s intensity, and you will learn to feel good from it!”
“Y-yes Mistress Margarita!”
“Be grateful this will not damage you. Not that I mind.”
“Th-thank you Mistress Margarita.”
The other scene that played in between the maid play parts was her in the garden. Princess Philia sat on a gazebo and idly drank tea while Eliria suffered some kind of novel punishment.
She was walking with her palms up and her arm in a T-pose. Atop each hand was a stack of plates. As Eliria walked, two maids kept a knotted rope taut, pulling up at her crotch, every few steps the silky knot rope dug into her slit. Selphie stood behind her, keeping her leash taut and her back straight while another maid pulled on the strings attached to her nipple rings, urging her to move forward. Finally, another maid was pouring some kind of liquid into the rope, perhaps some kind of intense aphrodisiac.
Eliria’s face was scrunched up in intense arousal and discomfort as she performed this torturous. In the background some courtesans cheered and laughed as she struggled to walk the distance with the wet knots licking up her labia. The plates rattled but she persevered. There were tense moments when she had an orgasm but she remained standing. Just when she was about to reach the finish line however, the maids holding the ropes pulled them back and forth causing her to lose control, cumming as she dropped the plates and earned herself some punishment..
“That’s a lot of work just to have sex with you.” Ingrid remarked.
“That's not the point, it’s to get me horny.” Philia replied. “So I can punish my favorite bad girl with the big dick that she likes.”
“I think you and I alone can make a part two.” Ingrid said. She couldn’t make the first move since it would be suspicious, so she improvised.
“Fuck you and this stupid movie. How dare you show this to people!” She hissed. Philia “forced” her on all fours.
“Fuck me? No, Fuck you.” She grunted,ramming her Priapus deep into Ingrid, just in time for the sex scene playing.
“I’ll show you who’s boss in this theater.” Philia said, humping away.
The cultists exited the theater and into the bright sunlight, squinting their eyes after being in the dark for a while. What they saw had left them speechless. They felt angry as the crowd about them happily discussed what they saw, it was this world’s equivalent of a biopic but showing “real footage” at least to their eyes. Most of the world’s theater was mostly that, theater. It was usually about well-known stories or plays and rarely was it real events unless for crucial information such as an impending attack or similar emergency.
They had mixed feelings about Eliria. For now, they know that she was alive, but considering what she had gone through, she would have been better off dead. The people weren’t stupid either, while some felt this was a piece of propaganda, it was never in-your-face about the triumph of the Kingdom of Elion-Nosco, Eliria’s transformation into Philia’s Pleasure Slave felt organic and believable. She had made attempts to escape and received horrible punishment that was hard to stomach.
“Ugh, demon worms…I can’t imagine wanting to live after that.” One said, feeling sick when he remembered that scene.
“But she is! That means we must help her!” Another said. “She has faith in us.”
It also showed how she had to earn her trust by regularly participating in such degrading activities, this Princess Philia was no fool despite how naive she acted early in the movie and in a way they respected her when she handled those obnoxious monsters with her own hands to punish her former friend.
“We must convene here. Send word.” One of the cultists said and they dispersed into the crowd.
Ingrid and Philia were disguised and enjoying coffee at a coffee shop. Both were dressed in a Victorian goth aesthetic; frilly dresses that didn’t look too much like aristocracy and adventurer-grade leather and spikes, in addition, they swapped hair colors and different colored streaks.
Despite the maids’ protests Philia got them to relent, with her declaring that she wanted to whore out Ingrid for her amusement as well as punishment for her bad behavior in the theater earlier.
“So, it’s a little late, now that we’ve done our matinee afternoon, wanna see the city?” Philia asked.
“You’re buying!” Ingrid replied.
“Of course,” Philia said, her lips curling into a smile. “But first, you need to meet an old friend.” She cast a spell on her coffee cup.
“Well that was quick.” said a familiar voice .
“I told you…” Philia said to the figure projected into the cup “as far as time is concerned, only a few seconds passed for you.”
Ingrid looked at the figure wide-eyed.
“Cecil!?”