Revenge: Princess Downfall Ch. 25

The band set up their instruments, and most of the crowd had returned to their seats. Time to commence the dancing event.

The contest Dread organized was a sick tribute to Eloth. A competition that rewarded perversion and shamelessness above all else. Given the required skills, Aelodi had to be the favorite to win. Despite all of Myla's prowess on stage, the half-fairy girl was at a great disadvantage.

Dread stepped up, front and center, and addressed the audience. "Welcome back, dear audience. I promised this contest would be unlike any other you've seen before. How do you like it so far?"

The audience exploded into wild cheers. The excitement and anticipation reflected in the eyes before him simmered with feral desire.

"Next is our dance event. Our girls will come up on stage, introduce their act, and request a style of music from our band." Dread extended a hand towards the band, a popular group hired from a middle district tavern.

"The girls have two minutes each to make an impression with a dance of their choice, but first let's hear from our judges. What should the girls do to earn your favor?"

Dread gestured at the table of judges.

"My cock is voting for me," Wreven boomed.

Lavie nodded. "I will definitely favor sexy over anything else."

Vallim leaned back and spoke with a broad grin. "I want to see some skin and feel some curves."

"Sounds like our judges are expecting a very specific type of performance," Dread said.

The audience cheered, plainly excited.

"The order remains the same as the first round, so, to start, please welcome our first performer, from the elegant swan dance troupe, Poulet!"

Poulet pranced out onto the stage.

"Hello, I'm Poulet," the girl said. The audience cheered halfheartedly. "I will be performing a traditional elegant dance to classical song."

The girl posed, waiting for the music, and the band broke out in a boring, old tune. Poulet performed a series of very challenging, smooth, liquid movements between hard forms, but her dance appealed to patrons of art rather than patrons of sex.

Half a minute in, the judges' started booing, mostly Orf and Boya, but before long the others joined. Poulet's movements grew jerky and uncertain. At one point, she lost her balance and stumbled to catch herself. Her face burned bright red.

"Show us some skin!" Glinge shouted.

"I wanna see your tits!" Boya crooned.

Poulet swallowed uncomfortably, ignoring their jeers, and continued her artful dance.

The judges booed the rest of her performance, and by the time she finished and the music trailed out, she stood with tears in her eyes.

"Okay," Dread said, stepping forward. "That was a very reserved, very traditional dance from Poulet. How did our judges feel?"

"Boring!" Wreven said.

"Yeah!" Boya shouted. "You should've shown us your tits!"

The audience cheered at Boya's words.

"I don't know what that was supposed to be," Orf barked. "But if a girl's going to dance, she should show off her body, not balance on her toes, stiff as a board."

Poulet burst into tears for the second time that evening and ran off the stage, not waiting to hear her scores.

"Wow," Dread said. "It's a tough climate out here for artistic performers. Judges, your scores?"

The judges raised one finger again, all across the board, and Poulet earned her second six, the lowest score possible, of the evening.

"That's another six for Poulet, giving her a total score of twelve! Surprisingly, she's not in last place, even with such a pitiful performance." Dread grinned. "Next up, we have the table dancer, Cresha!"

The buxom, curly-haired brunette sauntered out on stage. She wore a small skirt and a sleeveless blouse.

"Good evening," Cresha said in a sultry tone. "I'm going to be doing a special dance that involves losing some clothes." The audience grew louder, leaning forward in their seats. "I request some upbeat tavern music."

The band broke out into a jaunty tune with a good rhythm. The busty table dancer worked her hips in circles, rotating, giving everyone a full view of her curvy body.

With the beat of the drum, she popped open the buttons of her skirt, one at a time, and the audience roared their approval. The tiny piece of fabric slid down her legs, and she danced out of it, only her panties protecting her pussy. The chesty table dancer crouched down low and opened her sleeveless blouse one button at a time.

As the blouse split at her chest, the mounds of her cleavage popped into view, and the audience went crazy. Dread chuckled to himself at the looks on some of the faces of the men. A wife clapped her hands over her husband's face but he nudged her arms aside, desperate to see.

Cresha tossed aside her blouse and rose, only to bend over, working her hips in circles, moving up and down in an obvious attempt to jiggle her tremendous tits.

Dread thought she really was a mediocre dancer, Poulet had far better technical skill, but Cresha knew how to work her body to her advantage and Poulet was, well, Poulet.

The song ended and Cresha smiled brightly, bowing to the crowd and giving them one last, long look at the cleavage of her massive breasts. The audience rose in a surging wave of approval, clapping fanatically. More than a few women were giving their men the side-eye but others joined in, whistling their appreciation.

"What a seductive display from the table dancer Cresha," Dread said, walking forward. "What do our judges think?"

"She might move like one of my soldiers," Wreven said. "But she's got a rack from the gods."

The audience cheered their agreements. Cresha's smile wavered at the comment about her moving like a soldier.

Orf rushed forward until he stood in front of Cresha, panting like an idiot dog. "I only have one question," he said.

"Yes?" Cresha said uncertainly.

"Can I feel them?" Orf asked. He extended his hands, squeezing at the air, making it clear he wanted to feel her up.

The audience burst into laughter, and someone whistled.

"Of course," Cresha said uncertainly.

Dread knew that she worked as a table dancer, so she was comfortable exposing herself, but she never sold her body to any customers. Cresha worked in a brothel, but she wasn't a whore.

Orf teasingly lifted her tits in both hands, fingers stretched wide to squeeze, and his eyes gleamed with animal arousal.

Boya rushed forward and shouldered Orf aside. "I want some of that," the young gang leader said. He went even further by plunging his hands inside of Cresha's brassiere and squeezing her nipples.

The table dancer gasped, face angry, and Dread thought for a moment she was going to slap him. She agreed to let Orf grope her, not Boya. Instead, she simply grabbed his wrists and pulled them out of her bra. Boya frowned at her.

"I wanna squeeze them nips," he said.

Cresha's face darkened, but she put on a strained smile. "I'm afraid they're off limits."

"You want a good score, or not?" Boya said, getting up in her face. "You want that prize money or are you too good to let old Boya have a squeeze?"

Cresha stared at him for a long time before finally nodding. She looked away and closed her eyes. The young man dipped his fingers back inside her bra and squeezed hard. Cresha's lips drew into a line and she shifted her hips.

"Lovely tits," Boya said, finally finished.

"My turn," Orf said, diving in, but Dread pushed him back with a hand on his chest.

"We need to get to the scoring, gentlemen," Dread said.

Cresha shot him an appreciative smile, but he didn't do it for her. Orf and Boya returned to the judges' table, grumbling. Ungrateful louts.

"Please give your scores, judges," Dread said.

The crowd cheered as hands were raised. Boya and Orf each gave Cresha a nine, but the other judges gave her a seven. The score added up to forty-six.

"That's eighty-nine points for Cresha overall!" Dread declared. "She's pulled into first place, but there are three more girls to go. Give her a hand!" Dread turned to Orf and Boya. "Not that kind of hand."

The crowd applauded politely as Cresha gathered her discarded skirt and blouse before walking off the stage.

"Next up we have Sanri, the renowned tavern singer, please welcome her to the stage!" The audience cheered, but the girl never showed. Dread glanced over at the side of the stage and found Sanri standing awkwardly, eyes squeezed shut, intense worry on her cute face.

"Just a moment," Dread said. "Sanri will be right up."

He strolled over to the very cute lass who trembled just out of sight of the audience.

"Hey," Dread said, reaching her. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "What's going on?"

"I can't do this," Sanri said. She frowned up at Dread. "I'm a singer, not a dancer. I've got two left feet! They're going to hate me."

"Now, now," Dread said consolingly. "You don't need to dance well."

"I don't?" the girl asked, blue eyes wide.

Dread brushed a strand of silky black hair behind her ear. "You're a lovely girl. Just show them some skin, and they'll love you. I promise."

The girl lurched away from him, cowering. "Show some skin? I-I-I can't. I have a reputation in the city. What will everyone think of me?"

"I guess it depends how badly you want that gold," Dread said. "You're in last place right now, but you could still win. You just need to show off your body." He lecherously eyed her so she couldn't miss it. The girl really did possess a tight, fuckable form. "Your body is very nice."

Sanri shifted uncomfortably. "I want the gold, but I'm nervous."

Dread snapped his fingers, and Elaxia approached.

"Help miss Sanri with her nerves," Dread said.

Elaxia dangled her fingers over Sanri's head, and a luminescent crown sank into the singer's black-haired crown.

"Smile with your pretty face and show off your body," Dread said. "They'll love you."

Sanri nodded slowly, and her body relaxed as Elaxia's charm activated.

"Good girl," Dread said. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her out onto the stage, facing the crowd.

"Here she is; she's just a bit nervous. Give Sanri a hand!"

The audience exploded into cheers, and Sanri started as if waking from a dream.

"Introduce yourself and your act," Dread told her.

"Hi," Sanri said. She stood straight-backed in a modest maid's dress. "I'm Sanri, and I'm going to show off my body."

The audience broke into surprised mutters and then exploded in raucous cheers. The judges howled their laughter. Orf rounded the table to stand closer, salivating over the dark-haired beauty.

Confidence surged inside Sanri at the overwhelmingly positive response. "I want tavern music," she said to the band. "Something fun."

The music started up, and Sanri bounced from side to side, unbuttoning her very conservative dress. The curtains of her bust opened up and revealed a pair of very pleasing tits supported by a modest bra. As she opened the bottom button, she peeled the dress away and revealed her bare navel and shoulders.

The audience ate her up and spurred her on for more.

Rocking her slender hips from side to side, Sanri climbed out of the dress, revealing long, tanned legs, and she kicked the garment aside haphazardly.

She stood in front of the audience wearing only a conservative pair of panties and her bra.

"More!" the audience cheered.

"Show us your tits!" Orf howled at her.

Sanri turned in a slow circle and then blushed before reaching behind her to remove her bra. She struggled with the strap and Orf rushed forward to help. The rough criminal apparently needed a grip on her tight ass in order to get the required leverage to slip open her brassiere. Sanri didn't seem to mind. She was breathing heavily, eyes hot. Her breasts bounced free, and she lifted herself on her tiptoes repeatedly, causing them to jiggle. The audience went crazy, giving her a deafening cry of affirmation.

The young, famous singer raised her hands at her sides and rotated her torso in cute, amateur movements while wiggling her hips. Far from the most elegant or refined dance, but it didn't matter. She had the judges and the audience captivated by her gyrating form.

Orf lingered just behind her, staring at her moving ass with a hungry expression, hands twitching at his sides. He was a breath away from jumping the shy girl. Dread grabbed the miscreant by the scruff of his collar and dragged him back to the judges' table.

"Cunt!" Boya shouted. "Show us your cunt!"

Sanri blushed but her hands dropped to tease the top of her panties. She stretched the string and then wiggled out of them, undergarment sliding down her lovely legs.

Hands resting on either side of her sex, Sanri closed her eyes and swung her hips in circles, bending her knees, smiling.

The music cut out, and the girl blinked in surprise before quickly picking up her clothes and using them to cover herself. Her face was burning with a combination of satisfaction and embarrassment.

In spite of her sudden modesty, the crowd gave her uproarious applause.

"Wow," Dread said. "A striptease from the renowned tavern singer Sanri. What a lucky audience we have here tonight."

The audience roared their agreement, and Sanri fixed her eyes on her feet but she smiling shyly.

"What do our judges think?" Dread asked.

"She's got a cute little butt," Vallim said.

"Aye," Wreven said. "She's a fine lass, and that was a helluva dance."

"Why sing in taverns when you got a body like that?" Glinge asked. "Men would pay good money for a night with you, girl."

The judges paused, as if waiting for her to respond, but Sanri was frozen in place, hiding her eyes with her long bangs.

"Scores?" Dread asked.

The judges lifted fingers, resulting in a total score of fifty-one. Despite her embarrassment, Sanri appeared very pleased at the result, and she skipped off stage, grinning like a fool.

Myla's turn to perform. "All right, please welcome Princess Myla to the stage!"

The adorable princess sauntered confidently onto the stage and struck a pose. The light caught in her eyes and hair, glittering, and the crowd hollered and hooted their approval.

"Hello, lovely audience," Myla said in her singsong voice. "I am Myla, and I am going to share a dance I made myself!"

The audience cheered.

"Please play something catchy with a quick tempo," Myla requested, smiling sweetly at the band.

A jaunty tune filled the air and Myla started dancing. She wove her small, delicate fingers together and held her hands thrust out in front of her hips. Then she started shaking her tight ass from side to side. The skirt flicked out every time she thrust out her hips, and the pendulum motion of her pelvis was hypnotic. She wore a very cute expression, as if she'd just been startled by the audience while dancing alone in her room. Her eyebrows lifted, as if chiding the crowd for watching, but then she broke into a radiant smile that granted permission and lifted her arms.

Myla's mane of pink hair bounced with every spring of her long legs, and she worked her curves in a descending pendulum. The crowd screamed and howled in appreciation.

Dread enjoyed the show but noted her magical allure wasn't having the same effect as before. The spry movements of her body certainly struck an appealing image but no one had been captured in a magical vice of forced appreciation. Perhaps Myla's magical allure worked outside of her control, and she had a weak grasp of how to use her power. She was only a half-fairy, after all.

The princess wore the same costume as before, and although the flicking skirt and tight blouse added to the allure of her movement, she didn't display much in the way of skin. The white stockings protected her modesty, even when the skirt ruffled to her upper thighs.

In stark contrast to the previous event, the judges were calm, and Dread hoped they would vote according to his wishes this time rather than stumbling over themselves to give her a ten. By their interested but restrained expressions, he thought Myla' would score much lower than the previous round.

Myla crossed her arms and stood straighter, wiggling her ass in small circles, but Dread detected some frustration hidden behind her bright, cheerful smile. Her lime green eyes were hard, despite her attempt at a flirty demeanor, and he thought she very likely knew she wasn't having the same effect on the judges she had in the last round.

The music ended, and Myla blew kisses to the crowd and judges before bending her knees in a deep curtsy.

"Well, that was Princess Myla's turn in the dance competition," Dread said. "It seems the youngest princess refuses to match the other girls and insists on a more traditional form of dance. What do our judges think?"

Wreven blew a long, wet raspberry, his large tongue spraying spit. "She's cute, but that dance didn't measure up to the others."

Orf rounded the judges' table and rapidly approached Myla. For once, Dread was glad for the man's total lack of self control. Her warm smile faltered as Orf stood very close to her, studying her clothes disapprovingly.

"This is all wrong, princess," he said sharply, gesturing at her clothing. "Let me show you the right way."

Myla's adorable pink brows furrowed in a frown. "No, thank you, I--" Her voice cut off in a squeak as Orf grabbed her.

The cretinous criminal flipped up her skirt, revealing that her stockings completely obscured her undergarments. "See!" he declared. "There's no chance we get a peek of your panties, and we could tell. You're nothing but a tease."

Myla took a step back from him, but he held her skirt in a tight grip.

Boya joined Orf in appraising the princess. The young gang leader reached out and ripped her blouse open. Buttons popped free, revealing her cleavage, her fine breasts supported by a fancy brassiere.

He nodded to himself. "You ought to display your goods."

Myla tore her skirt free from Orf's grip, breathing heavily, face shocked. "I will not!" she snapped. "I do not need to act like... that to win."

Orf wrapped a thick arm around Myla's tiny waist and lifted her skirt again, hefting a knife. Myla went stiff with fear. He stretched her stockings and sliced them, then ripped them with a swift pull. The defensive garment fell in tatters around her feet and revealed the small triangle of her pure white panties. The audience applauded as they saw the princess exposed.

Myla elbowed Orf and freed herself, her skirt falling. "You are beasts," she spat. "Leave me alone!"

Dread chuckled. "Now now, judges, if Myla wants to lose the competition and suffer the consequences, she should be allowed to."

Myla glared at Dread and her bottom lip trembled.

"What score do the judges give to Myla's dance performance?" Dread asked. He grinned so hard his cheeks hurt. This event was going much, much better.

Every single judge raised a single one, giving Myla the low score of six. Myla stamped her small foot down on the stage.

"This is not fair!" she snapped. "You are not judging me on my dance! I am a great dancer!"

"The judges were very clear in their expectations," Dread said, grinning. "You simply chose to ignore them."

Myla exhaled sharply and glared at Dread. He wrapped an arm around her narrow shoulders and nestled his mouth in the soft hair beside her ear. "You're going to be my fucktoy before long, princess."

Myla pulled free from him and stood apart, arms crossed, her posture defensive.

"Myla's low score in this event puts her overall score at forty-eight!" Dread exclaimed. "The standings now have Myla fourth, Sanri third, while Poulet is in sole possession of last place with a score of twelve. Cresha is in first with a score of eighty-nine, but we have a final performance to cap off tonight's events. This is her chance to regain the lead. Please, welcome to the stage, Princess Aelodi!"

Aelodi bounded out on stage completely naked. Her nipple piercings and the pendant dangling from her navel were her only adornments. The crowd applauded wildly at her appearance. Myla lingered to the side, watching her older sister with a look of consternation.

"Hi daddy," Aelodi said, looking at Dread.

"Talk to the audience, Aelodi," Dread said to her. The princess turned her gorgeous honey-brown eyes out on the crowd.

"I'm Princess Aelodi, and I'm going to act like a whore." The princess shivered at her own words, doubtless aroused by degrading herself in front of so many observers.

"I want a classical tune," Aelodi said to the band. She turned to the judges. "And I want someone to touch me. Everyone's welcome."

The judges chuckled and rose, walking forward to form a semicircle behind the lovely white-blonde slut. They were arrayed behind her so they wouldn't obstruct the view of the audience.

The music started up, and Aelodi backed her naked, immaculate ass into Wreven's groin. Her hands snaked up to massage her breasts, squeezing and lifting them. Wreven's large hands slapped her smaller hands aside, and he mauled her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers. Aelodi moaned, face flushed, and she lifted her hands into the air, grinding her pert ass into the barbarian king's crotch.

Vallim's hand snaked between Aelodi's legs to shove fingers into her wet snatch. Aelodi groaned loudly, grinding her pelvis against his hand. The merchant prince seized a handful of Aelodi's hair and pulled her into him. He sucked and teased her nipples in his mouth. Orf's fingers filled her snatch while Glinge spread her ass cheeks to expose her winking brown eye.

Boya spat in the crevasse of her firm ass and penetrated her rear with two fingers. She was being finger-fucked in both holes, and her eyes rolled up into her head, her tongue lolling out as she adopted a stupid, aroused expression. Vallim pressed fingers into her open mouth, and Aelodi sucked them while moaning, squeezing her eyes shut in apparent ecstasy.

The fingers in her cunt and ass moved faster, relentlessly stuffing her, and Aelodi cried out in pure euphoria. Her legs quivered, and she tightened, squeezing onto the arms attached to probing hands, and promptly squirted on the stage.

The crowd raised an uproarious cheer at her display.

Dread leaned in to whisper in Aelodi's ear. "Tell the audience what you are, slut."

"I'm a filthy whore," Aelodi cried out.

Boya's fingers filled her rump while Orf roughly fucked her cunt with three fingers.

"Yes, you are," Wreven growled, pinching and twisting her pierced nipples.

Aelodi shrieked as she came again. Vallim throttled her with a firm, vice grip on her soft throat.

Growling, Glinge unbuckled his belt, but Dread grabbed his arm. "Not yet," he snarled. "Remember the plan, horny idiot."

Glinge nodded reluctantly.

"I'll make it up to you," Aelodi said. She twisted around to kiss Glinge, and he hungrily plunged his tongue into her throat.

"Aelodi's going to earn all of the judges favor," Dread said in a low voice. "After the show. Just be patient."

The music cut out, but the judges continued teasing Aelodi with their fingers.

"Wow," Dread said. "What a performance from the girl in first place!"

The crowd raised a wild cheer.

"What do our judges think?" Dread asked.

"She's a beautiful fuckslut," Wreven said, twisting her nipples again. Aelodi moaned wantonly.

"I wanna fuck this whore until she passes out," Orf said, still fucking her cunt with three fingers.

"She certainly likes being mistreated," Lavie said, watching on. "What a wonderful rapetoy."

"Scores?" Dread asked.

Aelodi groaned as she came again. Her juices ran down Orf's wrist, and he lifted his hands to rub her girlcum all over her face. Aelodi's tongue wagged out to lick herself clean.

"A ten," Wreven said.

The judges removed their hands from inside of Aleodi to give her a perfect score before returning to molesting her.

"That's another perfect sixty points for Aelodi," Dread declared. "She's running away with this competition."

The crowd cheered, though Dread noticed many people had abandoned their seats. Men leaned over the stage's edge and stared at Aelodi with hungry eyes.

"I think now is a good time to make an announcement," Dread shouted. "I'm going to be opening a new brothel in the middle district called the Princess Whores. You will be able to pay to use Aelodi whenever you want."

Dread yanked Aelodi out of the judge's clutches and held her up like a doll in front of the audience. The princess fingered herself and breathed heavily. "She can be your personal plaything for a very reasonable sum of gold," Dread declared.

The crowd clapped, and many of the men leaning over the stage nodded in excitement.

"That's an end to the first stage of the talent contest," Dread said. "I'm going to go over the scores once more. The next stage of the contest will convene tomorrow night. In first place is Princess Aelodi with a hundred and twenty points!"

The crowd cheered enthusiastically. Aelodi jerked violently in Dread's grip as she came.

"In second place is Cresha with eighty-nine points!"

More applause, but less fervent.

"In third, we have Sanri with fifty-one points! Close behind is Princess Myla with forty-nine points!"

The crowd started to filter out of the theater.

"In last place is Poulet with a pathetic twelve points," Dread finished. "See you all tomorrow."

Dread pushed Aelodi into the waiting arms of the judges, and they dragged her away.

"We're gonna gangbang this bitch, right?" Boya asked.

"Oh yes, please, use me daddies," Aelodi cried. "I want dick!"