“Make the spike pits wider! And make sure we have plenty of snakes to keep in there too.” Nightshade broke into a manic grin as she watched the goblins digging out the pits, already able to imagine the foolish hero stumbling at the edge, staring down into a collection of deadly wooden spikes. And curled around each spike would be a hissing snake.
    Not that Nightshade wanted the hero to die in the spike/snake pits. They were there merely to set the mood for their epic confrontation. A few sinister surprises to show the courageous Kase just who she was dealing with. A smattering of traps, some goblin warriors, all meant to be overcome as the female knight charged into the dark tunnels to eventually face her greatest nemesis.
    Nightshade, the fiendish villainess who would finally end them. 
    Nightshade shivered with excitement, clutching her thorned whip tight to her chest as she imagined the hero laying defeated at her feet. Oh how glorious her victory would be!
    And of course Kase would charge right in to her doom, since Nightshade had already acquired the perfect bait.
    “Keep at it. I want this lair downright terrifying by the time that meddlesome heroine gets here.” To emphasize her point Nightshade unfurled her whip and cracked it against the ground. The sharp snap of the magic whip sent purple sparks flashing across the floor, making the goblins and monsters working for her flinch back in fear. With a satisfied smile Nightshade turned and marched back to her room, her purple cape trailing magnificently behind her. She’d paid a small fortune to have the cape enchanted to always blow menacingly behind her as she walked, but one couldn’t put a price on cutting an intimidating appearance. Especially when you were one of the most feared villains in the seven kingdoms.
    Of course, Nightshade had never planned on becoming a villain. She’d had other dreams as a child, but growing up in the Twilight Woods meant her people were constantly attacked by human and elvish soldiers. Constantly these ‘heroes’ would happily destroy peaceful villages merely because they occasionally sacrificed some people or summoned demonic figures into the world. Then Nightshade had discovered the thorned whip hidden in an ancient tree, and it had flown into her hand. She was reborn as new purpose filled her. As a powerful villainess she would rally the monsters to serve as an army beneath her. She would march on the human kingdoms and elvish castles. And she would crush them all beneath her fantastic heel as she cackled with delight.
    By the time Nightshade reached her private room she was practically giddy. How could she not get off on the thought of all those heroes with their furious faces shoved down into the dirt as she forced them to surrender? And Kase, the already legendary hero with her own magic weapon, would be her greatest accomplishment.
    She flung open the doors, allowing herself a contented sigh as she saw her ‘bait’ still chained to the wall. The elf princess Zari, still beautiful even with her silken green hair unwashed and her gown dirty. The princess saw her and lunged, though the chains shackled to her wrists held her back, like a wild hound trying to escape its leash. Zari even growled at her like a animal. 
    Nightshade tapped her chin, considering. A feral looking princess simply wouldn’t do. Her presentation was all wrong. When the hero burst into the chamber, having bested Nightshade’s traps and soldiers, she was meant to see Nightshade seated smugly upon her throne. The mahogany one she’d paid a fortune for but was simply worth it for how well it matched her carefully managed evil appearance. And as she cackled at how Kase had wandered into her own doom, she would wave a hand towards the princess.
    She envisioned Zari demurely on her knees, looking so beautiful and pure as she rose up, the chains rattling as she tearfully begged Kase to rescue her. The hope and desperation in her green eyes would be the perfect motivation for Kase to charge into battle, giving her all until she finally fell before Nightshade’s might.
    Except what warrior woman would want to fight for a dirty, snarling princess?
    “Why didn’t you wash up? I left plenty of supplies for you.”
    “As if I care about how I look,” Zari spat back. Then she actually spat on the floor. Nightshade’s lips curled up with distaste. Weren’t royal ladies meant to be taught manners?
    “I’m trying to be courteous here, princess. I may have kidnapped you as bait, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be civil with each other.” The villainess put on her best patient smile.
    Which immediately vanished as Zari made a disgusting sound before spitting on the floor again, this time nearly hitting Nightshade’s polished boots. She leapt back, her golden glowing eyes now burning furiously at the rebellious princess.
    “Why are you being so difficult?”
    “Because I’m bored,” Zari roared back, surprising her. “I’ve been chained up here for two days. You haven’t tortured me or even tried to intimidate me yet. You just keep sending in servants who try to wash my hair or clean my dress.”
    It took Nightshade a moment to process all that. “You… want me to torture you?”
    “I want you to at least try! I heard you were some fearsome villain, but all you seem to care about is making me look pretty. If I wanted to be fussed over like a doll I could have stayed in my castle.”
    “What would be the point of hurting you? I just need you to lure Kase to my lair. I’ve heard she has a soft spot for you. Probably even hopes that you two can get married and live happily ever after once she rescues you.” Nightshade pressed her hands to her face with a dramatic, mocking sigh. “Oh what a beautiful couple you two will make. Probably a spring wedding, with a full band and pink flowers everywhere.”
    Zari rolled her eyes. “Ugh, as if.”
    “I suppose you have a point. Pink flowers would be gauche for a spring wedding. Perhaps some blue roses, with babies breath accents?”
    “What? No, I meant I’m not going to marry Kase just because she rescues me. Mostly because I’ll rescue myself before then.”
    “And how exactly will you rescue yourself? What can a pampered princess like you do against one of the strongest villains in the land?” She leaned in, loving the crushed look on Zari’s face. The princess spoke proudly, but the truth was that she was only meant to be gorgeous and beloved by her people. What a charmed life she must live. Everyone waiting on her hand and foot, feeding her delicious meals and giving her luxurious outfits to wear.
    ‘If only I’d been born a princess,’ Nightshade thought bitterly, a foolish dream she’d had ever since she was a young girl. Only she was a gray skinned girl with glowing eyes, and they didn’t allow cursed children like her from the Twilight Woods to become princesses. Instead she got a magic whip made for crushing heroes and conquering lands. Honestly Nightshade didn’t even like fighting, though she was quite skilled at it. Her favorite part of confronting the various heroes of the land was decorating her lair appropriately, trying out different aesthetics and giving herself an appropriate costume to match the occasion.
    For Kase she’d chosen these dark caverns, turning them into a menacing and spooky lair by littering some skeletons and monsters around. Her goblin workers had constructed ancient looking statues that spit fire, and dug out pits and moats as obstacles. All leading up to this wonderful chamber, where she’d be waiting on her mahogany throne with the princess in chains beside her.
    It was all nearly perfect, if only this bitch Zari would play the damsel in distress properly. 
    “This is simple, princess. You stay there quietly, and when Kase arrives you beg her to valiantly save you. Then, once I’ve defeated her and got her crushed under my heel, I’ll release you.”
    Zari’s head shot up so fast that the chains holding her rattled. “You’d let me go?”
    “Of course. What am I going to do with a princess?”
    “You… you could torture me! Taunt me! Use me as your plaything to tease and abuse!”
    Nightshade’s jaw dropped at what she heard. Was the princess expecting her to be some perverted villain? Sure, Zari was beautiful, but it wasn’t like she was going to do any of that.
    “What did you even kidnap me for?”
    “I already told you. You’re bait.” Nightshade tilted her head. “And set dressing, although we’ll have to do something about your hair to make you presentable.”
    “Set dressing!?” 
    Princess Zari charged at her with a snarl. It was almost amusing how angry she was. Nightshade watched the shackles go taut, waiting for the moment the princess was stopped in her tracked to deliver another mocking reply. Except when the chains went taut the hook they were attached to was yanked right out of the wall, barely slowing the princess at all.
    Nightshade had just enough time to ask how before Zari crashed into her, tackling the villain to the floor. They rolled together, Zari pummeling her with fists as Nightshade was too stunned to respond. Finally she managed to toss the screaming Zari aside. The princess fell to the side, golden crown falling off her head and bouncing away, while Nightshade shuffled away in a panic, breathing hard.
    She skittered back until she smacked into the wall, leaving her right where Zari had just been held captive. As Nightshade went to stand she heard something crunch under her heel. There was a layer of faint gray dust on the floor. She’d made certain the servants swept in the morning to prepare the chamber for her big fight. Nightshade checked the wall and saw the hole meant to hold the hook had been worn smooth.
    “You bitch! You were trying to escape.”
    “Of course I’d escape. You think I’m just going to wait around and hope I get rescued?”
    Nightshade stared at her flatly. “Yes! That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. How do you not understand how this works?”
    “Maybe I’m just tired of being kidnapped by psycho wannabe warlords like you. Maybe I’m sick of having heroes think I owe them something just because they got into a fight with some monster. Maybe I just want to kick someone’s ass for a change.”
    Nightshade stood up, smoothing her hair so her short gray curls bounced back into place. She flashed a mocking grin. “And how exactly are you going to do that, princess?”
    For just a moment Zari wilted. She wasn’t blessed with strength or possessed magical power. She was nothing more than a pampered princess. One that Nightshade was looking forward to putting in her proper place now.
    But then Zari’s eyes lit up. She grinned, and that grin immediately made Nightshade nervous. Her hand crept down to her thorned whip, only to find it wasn’t on her hip. Because the whip was laying in the middle of the room, lost in their scuffle. With Zari smiling right at it.
    “No!” Nightshade ran for her weapon at the same time as Zari, but there was no doubt she was faster. Just as she was about to dive for her whip Nightshade heard a rattle and saw a glint of metal coming at her. She leapt out of the way on instinct, barely dodging as the princess whirled her chains through the air. It was just enough of a distraction for the princess to scoop up the thorned whip, braying with laughter.
    Nightshade cautiously backed away as the princess cackled, sounding almost villainous herself. There was no way she knew how to work the cursed whip. Not to mention that her wrists were still shackled together, making it even more unlikely that the princess could work it. But all Zari would need was a lucky hit to burn Nightshade with its dark power.
    How was she supposed to face the hero Kase with scorch marks on her face?
    Nightshade was about to call for help, but stopped herself. If her minions saw her at the mercy of a helpless princess they’d desert her in an instant. The only reason she commanded their obedience now was because they feared her power. The whip’s power, she had to admit. 
    Nightshade would have to handle this on her own. She checked the room for any weapons, but it was entirely bare aside from a few tasteful sconces burning green flame, and her impressive mahogany throne. Of course there weren’t any weapons, since she’d specifically ordered that there be nothing in the room that the hero Kase could use against her.
    As Nightshade kept backing away her foot hit something. She quickly scooped it up, finding herself holding the princess’ gold crown. A few jewels glittered on the front, some truly beautiful cuts, although what Nightshade really appreciated in that moment were the sharp points rising up from the top of the crown. It was better than nothing, Nightshade mused as she held the crown overhead.
    “Give it up, princess. There’s no chance you can win.”
    “You give up! I’ve got your whip.” She swung the whip overhead, and the chains dangling from her wrists swung with it. It was an awkward display but Nightshade wasn’t looking forward to getting hit by either the whip or the chains, so she kept her distance. How was she supposed to rush the princess with nothing but a crown to hit her with?
    Nightshade’s frustration got the better of her. She stamped her foot and shouted, “Why are you ruining this? It was all going to be so great if you’d just sit there and look pretty.”
    A dark expression swept over Zari’s pristine face. “That’s all anyone ever wants me to do! My mother, my attendants, the heroes, the villains. ‘Just sit there and look pretty as we decide your life.’ I hate it!”
    She swung the thorned whip and the chains down hard. They slammed into the floor with a sharp crack, and the end of the whip sent up a shower of purple sparks that scorched the floor. Nightshade clicked her tongue. She’d have to get a maid to clean that up before the hero got here. But before that she needed to deal with Zari. Who certainly seemed to have a temper.
    “What a terrible life you must have,” mocked Nightshade. “Everyone fawning over you, giving you everything you could ever want. Dancing at balls and being beloved by all.”
    “Having everyone put so much pressure on you to be perfect, and never being allowed to practice sword fighting despite the fact that I keep getting kidnapped!” Zari looked truly furious now, ready to make a reckless move. Of course Nightshade’s taunt worked a little too well, because now she was getting pissed herself. All she could think about was how Zari had everything that she had ever dreamed of and would never get.
    Anger getting the better of her Nightshade swung the crown menacingly in front of her. “At least people care about you! All I have are minions who’d just as quickly turn on me if I don’t keep acting like a heartless villain.”
    “Then maybe you’re just a shitty villain. How hard could it be to keep some goblins in line? I bet I could be a better villain than you without breaking a sweat.”
    “I’d at least know how to act like a proper princess, unlike you.”
    Zari scoffed. “You want to be a princess and deal with heroes and villains? Be my guest.”
    “And why don’t you try being a villain and having to defeat heroes.”
    “Gladly. Anything is better than this.”
    Nightshade was going to yell again, when suddenly the crown in her hand began to glow. Golden, glittering light washed over Nightshade, who recoiled in total panic. She tossed the crown away, only for it to catch in mid-air. The crown then turned and shot back at her, too fast for Nightshade to dodge. Just as she thought she was about to be smacked in the face, the crown instead flipped up and landed gracefully right on Nightshade’s head. 
    “What the fuck!?” Nightshade grabbed at the crown and tugged, but it refused to move. The weird golden light had returned, radiating down around her in a cone. She tried to run, but the cone of light followed her around the room, and the crown still refused to let go. Nightshade rounded on the princess and screamed, “What kind of crown is this?”
    But Zari was staring at her in total bewilderment. “It’s never done that before…”
    Then the thorned whip reared up off the floor, floating in the air before Zari like a snake about to strike. Zari screamed and tried to throw the whip away, but it remained stuck to her hands. The whip shivered, ready to struck, so Zari threw her hands up to cover her face. The thorned whip struck in an instant. With a loud crack and a spray of sparks the iron restraints on Zari’s wrists cracked apart, the chains falling away to the floor.
    Zari glanced at her freed hands, then back at the whip waving almost happily in the air before her. Nightshade felt utter betrayal. The whip had never come to life for her before. 
    Just as a smile started to appear on Zari’s face the whip suddenly looped around her, growing longer as it spun around the princess over and over. It wrapped around her tight, leaving Zari completely bound and helpless.
    “Oh come on!” Zari hopped around, the whip so tight she couldn’t even bend her knees.
    Nightshade pointed at the princess and laughed. “Serves you right!”
    The golden light surged around Nightshade’s outstretched hand, glittering like fireflies as they swarmed around her black glove. The leather warped, the scratched and rough material becoming soft and delicate as it bleached into a bright white. 
    Nightshade gasped and rolled her hand in front of her, examining the surprisingly comfortable silk glove she now wore.
    The golden motes of light flew up along her arm, and Nightshade swatted at them. She smacked her other hand into the swarm, certain she must have crushed a few of them, only for the glove to transform into a white silk glove to match the other. Now golden light was spinning all around her. Nightshade felt something tug her cape, ripping it right off of her. She watched as her beloved purple cape dissolved into swirling golden fireflies, which immediately set upon Nightshade, wrapping around her corset and tight pants. The material changed before her eyes, shifting from a mix of purple and black to a soft lavender. Her pants split apart at the legs and splayed out around her, forming back together to create a light purple dress. And a new blouse began to grow out of her corset, with large poofy sleeves stretching down over her arms.
    Nightshade watched in wonder as the beautiful dress completed itself. Even her boots changed to become a stylish pair, fit for strutting into a royal palace. She rubbed her fingers over her face, surprised to find even her skin feeling softer. Well cared for. She had no doubt she was now wearing perfectly applied make up. Proper makeup to accentuate her features, instead of the dark purple lipstick she wore to try and make herself look more terrifying.
    Her gray hair spilled down over her shoulders, the curls growing long and luxurious. Nightshade couldn’t help but smile as she gave an experimental twirl. Without even needing to check a mirror she knew that she was gorgeous. Far more beautiful than the sorry excuse of a princess Zari.
    Nightshade tittered. “I’m definitely the prettier princess here.” Then she stopped and shook her head. “W-wait. I’m not a princess.” Only she felt like a princess. And was dressed like a princess. She certainly looked more like a princess than the dirty green haired girl tied up in the ugly looking whip.
    Zari was hopping around, desperately struggling to break free of the whip’s embrace. “Nightshade! What the hell did you do to me? And why are you dressed like a princess now?”
    “Why wouldn’t I be dressed this way?” replied Nightshade, almost bored. “I am a princess, after all.” It should have been obvious what a princess she was. She’d been a princess for as long as she could remember. 
    “I swear when I get free I’m going to kick your ass so hard you-” 
    Suddenly the whip came alive again, this time yanking itself away from the princess as it uncoiled, sending Zari spinning like a top. The whip spun her around into a blur, the thorns from the weapon tearing her dress apart to rags. Although Nightshade couldn’t help but smugly think that the princess’ pitiful dress already looked like rags.
    By the time the whip was done Zari was staggering around drunkenly, too dizzy to focus on where she was going. And aside from a few tattered rags clinging to her body Zari was scandalously exposed. Nightshade blushed. A proper princess like herself would never think of letting others see her so exposed. Honestly it was hard to see the stumbling, almost nude Zari as a princess at all. If Nightshade hadn’t kidnapped Zari from her castle herself then she would have never believed it.
    Wait, that wasn’t right. Princess Nightshade would never do anything so low as to kidnap someone. She was a good, proper girl. Just like she’d been taught to be. Which meant…
    That clearly some fiendish villain had kidnapped them both.
    Nightshade gasped. Sympathy welled up in her heart for the poor Zari. Really she should pity her, for losing her composure so completely just from being kidnapped. Nightshade would have to be a proper inspiration for her, to show how a princess should stay regal and hopeful, knowing that some cute hero would surely rescue them. Nightshade only hoped it would be that gorgeous Kase, who she’s heard such wonderful things about. 
    But for now Nightshade would have to help Zari until that heroic lady arrived to save them. So she ran over to steady Zari, who’s was still staggering around from that dreadful spin.
    “Zari, are you alright?”
    “I- I’m fine. Just needa minute.” She shook her head, then recoiled away from Nightshade. “Get away from me!” Zari snarled like an animal, only to notice how undressed she was and hastily covered herself.
    “There’s no need to be rude,” Nightshade tutted. “We princesses must stick together. The dastardly villain who abducted us could be back at any time.”
    Zari narrowed her eyes. “You’re the one who kidnapped me. Is this some weird torture? Because I don’t get it.”
    Nightshade couldn’t help but giggle. “How could I kidnap someone? I’m just a princess.”
    “No, you’re not!”
    “I’m more of a princess than you,” she huffed. “Really, you could at least try to act like a proper lady and find a way to cover yourself.” Not that Nightshade minded the view. The other princess was beautiful, but Nightshade couldn’t go courting her when there was still a chance that her wonderful Kase might arrive, swinging her magic sword to vanquish any horrible villains and rescue her. Then Nightshade could favor her savior with a kiss. Maybe more. Oh, a princess shouldn’t have such impure thoughts, but Nightshade couldn’t help herself.
    Except her fantasies were ruined when she noticed Zari staring furiously at her. What was her problem?
    “Oh. I get it now.” Nightshade gave a weary sigh as the truth became painfully obvious. “You’re jealous of me.”
    Zari’s elven face turned an ugly shade of red, with pure murder in her eyes. Clearly Nightshade had figured her out.
    “You know I’m a prettier princess than you. And that when my darling Kase rescues us she’ll surely only have eyes for me. Which I can hardly blame her, of course. There’s no comparison between us. But I’d be happy to give you some tips on your hair and wardrobe. I’m sure with a few changes even you could convince some hero to marry you.”
    Nightshade gave her best magnanimous smile. It was only right for her to try to help out a fellow princess. Even if she suspected it was a lost cause.
    Something Zari herself must have known, because now there was an ugly stream of red energy coursing over her body, bubbling up off of her like steam. It almost made her look downright evil.
    “Why does everyone think I care about getting married!?” Zari stamped her foot, and a sharp crack spread out across the floor from beneath her heel. “I don’t want to be dressed up pretty. I don’t want to smile and laugh for dumbass princes from countries I don’t even know. And I definitely don’t want to be married off to some conceited bitch calling herself a hero!”
    The red energy was surging over Zari now, and her body began to change. Her lithe arms and legs began to grow as her muscles became more defined. Her trim stomach became hard and firm now, with clearly defined abs. Nightshade began to get aroused in spite of herself. There was something exciting about seeing Zari like this. Like she was becoming something predatory. Monstrous. Evil. 
    It was wrong, and yet Nightshade couldn’t stop herself from getting wet as she ran her eyes over Zari’s impressive body.
    The strips of ragged cloth that had clung to Zari began to melt as the red energy surged into them. They dripped across Zari’s body now, changing into a tight, thin material that clung to her like a second skin. The strips of dark material connected where they touched, but left numerous patches of bare skin across Zari’s body, as if she wanted to put her impressive physique on display. 
    “I hate princesses,” Zari snarled, and Nightshade flinched back like she’d been struck. She’d been staring at Zari’s tits, barely contained by the almost painted on material, but now she looked up to see the hatred in Zari’s eyes. Her glowing red eyes. “I hate those corrupt kingdoms who think they can do whatever they wish.”
    Zari threw her hand out to her side, and the thorned whip that had been splayed out across the floor suddenly flew to her hand. She caught the handle and looked almost surprised. But as the cursed whip coiled around her arm like an affectionate snake, Zari began to grin.
    “But most of all I hate those self-righteous, self-obsessed heroes.” Zari’s lip curled up in an evil smirk. “I wish Kase would show up to rescue you. Then I could teach her a lesson.”
    Nightshade went pale. “No! You can’t hurt her!”
    “Oh, I don’t know…” Zari purred. “I feel like I’m strong enough to hurt her plenty.” 
    She twisted around to face the wall behind her. Her arm moved too fast for Nightshade to catch. In the blink of an eye Zari had lashed out with the thorned whip, striking at the wall in a shower of purple sparks. The wall exploded, bits of rock scattering across the otherwise immaculate throne room. For a moment Nightshade worried about the dust and rubble making a mess, but realized she had bigger concerns as Zari began to cackle with evil glee. 
    “Why did I waste so many years trying to please my parents and all their simpering servants? I’m strong enough to do anything I wish. There’s no one who can stop me.”
    “Z-Zari.” Nightshade reached out with a trembling silk gloved hand. “A princess shouldn’t talk like that.”
    Zari blinked, the bright red in her eyes fading. “You’re right,” she muttered, with some recognition stirring across her face.
    Princess Nightshade breathed a sigh of relief.
    Until Zari broke into a manic smile. “It’s a good thing I’m not a princess anymore. I left that life long ago, to pursue my real passion.” In an instant Zari was upon her. Nightshade screamed, but Zari silenced her with a strong hand across her mouth. She pulled Nightshade in close, and Zari began to grow taller, making Nightshade look up at her grinning face.
    “Yes. I remember now. I kidnapped you. Didn’t I? I must have. Because you’re a pathetic damsel in distress. The kind I can’t stand.”
    Nightshade whimpered. If only she had the strength to protect herself. But she was shaking like a leaf, and praying that the wicked Zari couldn’t tell how wet she was. Why was her body betraying her by wanting this villainous woman who’d kidnapped her? She was supposed to only feel this way for her hero, Kase.
    “My prisoner. You’re my prisoner. You’re MY prisoner.” Zari was repeating herself, as if rehearsing a line of a play to get it just right. There was an unhinged look in the elvish woman’s eyes, and Nightshade couldn’t stop a fantasy from playing out in her head. That Zari would turn her evil tastes towards her. Tearing off her beautiful lavender dress to discover how hard her nipples were. How wet her pussy was. Zari would mock her and grope her. Use her. Make her love being used by the villainous woman.
    “Save me, Kase,” whispered Nightshade, though she wasn’t certain if she wished to be rescued from Zari, or from her own traitorous fantasies.
    Zari’s red eyes found her, as if remembering Nightshade was there trembling in her grip. “She can’t save you now, princess. You’re my prisoner. No, more than that. You’re my plaything.” 
    “No,” Nightshade whimpered, even as a warm flash of lust spread across her body.
    “You want me. I know it. I don’t know how, but I do.” Zari’s grin widened as Nightshade gasped, her pale cheeks blushing. They were too absorbed in staring into each other’s eyes to notice how Nightshade’s crown was softly glowing, along with Zari’s whip. The magic items fed off of their desires, seeking to create the reality they wished for.
    A reality where the demure princess was seduced by the evil villainess. A reality they both wished for. Longed for.
    Nightshade’s eyes fluttered, her body going limp. 
    Zari’s red eyes became dull, her expression going blank. 
    They stood there in a vacant embrace as the golden crown and thorned whip continued to shine with magic power. Thoughts, memories, even emotions changed now to match their new appearances. To match their new lives. By the time the crown and whip stopped glowing, neither girl had any doubt of their roles.
    The villainess Zari shook herself awake. She saw the princess in her arms and licked her lips hungrily.
    Princess Nightshade trembled as she came out of her trance.
    “Such a foolish princess you are,” teased Zari with an evil tone. “Are you still convinced you want your precious hero to save you?”
    “Kase WILL save me!” Princess Zari surprised herself with the strength she mustered in her voice. But that strength withered as Zari’s glowing red eyes stared into her.
    “You only think you want that pathetic hero. But what can she really do for you? A prudish good girl like that will only give you chaste kisses. I bet she won’t even go down on you every night.”
    Nightshade blushed deeply. Why did the vile villainess have to say such inappropriate things? Although, now that she’d said it Nightshade couldn’t banish the fantasy brewing in her head. Laying in her bed, writhing against the silk sheets as Kase kissed at her gray thighs, working her way up to Nightshade’s dripping sex. Teasing her, making her want it, before burying her tongue deep into the princess’ pussy.
    “That’s what you really need, isn’t it princess?”
    Nightshade was so lost in the fantasy she almost moaned yes. 
    “Except good girls like Kase won’t treat you like the needy slut you really are. The needy slut you want to be. But you already know who would fuck you the way you truly want.”
    With all her heart Nightshade wanted to deny what she said, but Zari’s words had already poisoned the fantasy. Now Nightshade saw herself in bed, her silken sheets now used to bind her wrists together and her ankles to the bedposts, leaving her helpless against the tongue lapping away at her cunt. Nightshade moaned into her gag, begging for more and more until she was finally allowed to cum. And lifted her head to see the grinning Zari between her legs, the villainess licking Nightshade’s taste off of her lips before diving back in for more.
    Nightshade was trembling and wet. Practically limp in Zari’s arms. Chest heaving and panting for breath, she mustered her strength to say, “I- I don’t-”
    “Careful princess. Deny me again and I won’t lay a finger on you.” Zari broke into a wicked smile as she let Nightshade go. The princess stumbled on her unsteady feet and fell to the floor, leaving her looking up at Zari. “So go ahead and wait for Kase. Or you can beg me to treat you like the princess slut you truly are, and I can give you what you need.”
    Nightshade bit her lip. It was so wrong. She shouldn’t be this wet. She shouldn’t even be considering Zari’s offer. She definitely shouldn’t have been letting her eyes wander over the torn tights practically painted onto Zari’s hard body. Those powerful muscles that promised to inflict so much pain and pleasure. The way the material clung to her pussy, leaving her cleft so perfectly defined that it made Nightshade’s mouth water.
    A good princess would wait for her heroine to rescue her. But Kase could take days to arrive. Days where Nightshade would be shackled to the wall and unable to masturbate, her need only growing and growing.
    One night with a villain like Zari wouldn’t make her a bad princess. Would it?
    “P-please,” she finally whimpered.
    “What was that?” asked Zari, bending over the fallen princess and putting a hand to her ear with a smirk.
    Of course Zari would only humiliate her further. And it was driving Nightshade’s body wild.
    “Please fuck me.”
    Zari shook her head and tutted. “Didn’t I make myself clear, Nightshade? I don’t fuck princesses.”
    “But you said-”
    “I said that I turn princesses into my obedient sluts. Is that what you’re asking for?”
    Nightshade shuddered with need. She opened her mouth to speak, only for Zari to cut her off.
    “And before you waste our time with another pathetic request, you better beg properly. Which means you need to lift that skirt and show off your pretty princess pussy as you beg to be used like a slut.”
    Every word was like a slap to Nightshade’s face. Everyone had always shown her the due respect as a noble lady. No one had ever been so crass and cruel to her before.
    Nightshade couldn’t have spun around and hiked up her dress fast enough. She pressed her face against the cool stone floor and felt the cold air wash over her pussy as she tugged down her underwear, leaving herself completely exposed to the famous villainess.
    “Use me. Take me. Make me your slut. Please, Zari. I can’t take it anymore.”
    “Such a weak and pathetic princess,” Zari chuckled. “It’s what I love about you.”
    Without warning Zari slapped Nightshade’s ass. She cried out in surprised, then moaned as shameful pleasure filled her. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
    “More,” she begged, the word muffled against the floor. Zari must have heard her fine, though, because instead of using her hand she brought the coiled whip down against Nightshade’s rear.
    It’s strike was pure bliss. Pleasure mingled with pain. Nightshade groaned in ecstasy, toes curling as Zari brought the coiled whip down again and again against her pale ass. Nightshade wondered if her ass would be beaten red. If the thorns would leave small cuts or bruises behind. Proof that she’d been marked as the slut for a depraved villain. She hoped that it would.
    It felt like the spanking would never end. Nightshade was moaning and drooling, grunting with each strike as the intense mix of pleasure and sharp pain left her in a daze. But just as she felt close to her limit Zari threw the whip away. Instead she knelt behind the prostrating princess and easily slipped two fingers into Nightshade’s soaked cunt.
    “So wet from my whip? You truly are a pathetic princess.”
    Nightshade whined as the fingers pumped mercilessly inside of her. “Ohhh gods yesss. Morrre. Puhleeease morrrre.”
    “Is this slut of a princess already about to cum?”
    “Yes!”
    “Then cum for me,” Zari commanded, giving Nightshade’s red ass a sharp slap.
    It sent her tumbling over the edge. Nightshade came as she’d never cum before. For so long she’d dreamed of stunning heroic ladies, but now Nightshade could fantasize of nothing but belonging to Zari forever. To be her slut. Her ruined pet princess. Nightshade’s eyes rolled back in her head, the princess completely lost to the pleasure.
    By the time she came back to her senses Nightshade was still bent over the floor with her rear in the air. She wanted to cover herself, then stopped and thought better of it. Zari might still be watching. The last thing Nightshade wanted to do was upset the cruel villain. If she misbehaved then Zari might not use her like that again.
    It turned out to be the correct choice to sit still, as Nightshade heard boot heels clicking behind her. Zari walked around the princess, studying her with a proud smile. 
    “I think your ass is some of my best work, princess.”
    “T-thank you,” Nightshade mumbled, filled with shame. All she wanted to do was crawl in front of a mirror and study the marks on her ass as she touched herself.
    But Zari had other ideas for her. She grabbed Nightshade’s hair and pulled her up off the floor, surprisingly gentle. Almost as an afterthought she yanked on Nightshade’s hair, giving her a touch of the rough treatment she wanted more of. Nightshade moaned.
    “I’m sure I can find a way for you to thank me properly.” Zari lifted her thorned whip and it came alive. It quickly wrapped around Nightshade’s throat in a loose grip. Not to hurt her. More like a leash for the princess.
    Zari gave the whip a light tug. It tightened it’s grip slightly, just enough for the thorns to press against Nightshade’s skin and make her feel truly owned. 
    “Come along, slut.”
    Nightshade bit her lip and crawled behind the villain. They walked towards the main doors, and Nightshade wondered if Zari would walk her through the entire lair, showing off the humiliated princess to her legion of minions. Luckily Zari turned at the last second, instead leading Nightshade around the throne room with a smug smile, knowing exactly what dirty fantasies the princess had been imagining. And Nightshade blushed as she continued crawling obediently behind her new mistress. 
    Eventually Zari made her way to the finely crafted thrown and dropped herself unceremoniously into it, propping one foot up on the arm of the throne. Her hand slid down her toned abs and caressed her pussy through her torn tights.
    Nightshade licked her lips, practically drooling.
    Satisfied, Zari tore her tights apart at the crotch to show off her glistening, perfect cunt. Then gave the whip another light tug. “Come on, princess. Put that mouth of yours to good use.”
    “Yes,” she mumbled as she eagerly dove in. Nightshade ate out the villain without a care of being pure or proper. She was a princess, had always been a princess, but being a slut of a princess for Zari just felt perfect. As she worshipped Zari’s pussy the princess couldn’t help but wonder how many women the evil Zari must have seduced and corrupted. She was so perfect at it. Built for the role. Made to dominate silly girls like Nightshade.
    “Just like that. Deeper. Such a good girl,” Zari cooed, tugged on the thorned whip. It wrapped around Nightshade’s neck, never hard enough to hurt more than Nightshade wanted it too. Her cruel mistress was so merciful. Nightshade dug her tongue in deeper, listening intently to Zari’s moans to learn how best to please the dominant woman. If she pleased Zari enough then she might keep Nightshade around forever.
    Suddenly Nightshade thought of Kase. Her tongue slowed, guilt overcoming her. 
    Zari gave a bored grunt and tugged on the leash. “What’s wrong, slut?”
    “Kase. I was meant to… I should be with…”
    The villain rolled her eyes. “Were you actually betrothed to her?”
    “Well, no…”
    “Have you even met her?”
    “Not yet, but I just know we’re meant to-”
    Zari yanked on the whip. It tightened it’s grip and cut Nightshade off, making her gasp and stare up at the suddenly furious villain.
    “Then stop feeling guilty! Just because you’re a princess doesn’t mean you have to be promised to some stuck up hero you’ve never even met! Forget about destiny or that fated love crap. Fuck who you want to fuck. Be with who you really want.”
    Her words rang inside Nightshade’s heart, moving her.
    Zari quickly coughed and slunk back in the throne, trying to wave off her show of passion. “Or you know, do whatever you want. What do I care.”
    “That was actually very sweet, Zari.”
    The villain scowled, likely taking that as an insult.
    But then Zari broke into a truly wicked grin.
    “Oh princess, I can be very sweet. In fact, I’m so sweet that I’ll even help set you up with your precious hero Kase.”
    Nightshade trembled. She’d always wanted to be with Kase… and yet there was something about Zari that she couldn’t ignore. The power, the confidence, the way she used her. Nightshade didn’t know if she could go back to idle daydreams of the hero after this.
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    “I insist.” Zari’s eyes flashed brighter as her grin widened. “It would be so simple too. You see, once Kase comes to rescue her I’ll simply defeat her. Shove her down into the dirt. And use her just like I’ll be using you.”
    Nightshade had thought that lusting after a villain was the worst thoughts a princess could have, but she was wrong. Now she found her heart racing and her pussy dripping at the thought of the noble Kase defeated and being used like a pathetic slut. A slut just like her.
    In the fantasy, though, Kase wasn’t heroically trying to resist. Instead she was loving it, begging for Zari to spank her more. Moaning happily as she was tied up and fucked. Used to get Zari off in every depraved way she wanted. Every way that Nightshade wanted Zari to take her.
    “And once she’s my happily mewling slut, just like you, it’ll be easy to pair the two of you off. Make you kiss for my amusement. Tie up and use each other. Fuck each other while I get off watching. You two will make such a lovely couple, holding hands as you lick my boots clean.”
    Nightshade could see it. Couldn’t help but see it burned into the inside of her mind. The princess and the hero, utterly dominated under Zari. Nightshade lovingly licking Zari’s boot, and Kase moaning as she cleaned the other. Hand in hand.
    She wanted it. Nightshade was fingering herself, gazing up in awe at Zari. To think she’d ever wanted to resist the villainess. That she could ever resist such a wonderfully cruel and evil woman. It felt like it was her destiny to be here beneath Zari, serving her completely.
    Zari was drinking in the desperate need on the princess’ face, but she still needed to cum. So she gave the whip another tug and pulled Nightshade back to her cunt. Nightshade kept fingering herself as she resumed eating Zari out, her tongue working feverishly to get Zari off.
    Nightshade was so turned on she kept frantically hitting the edge of orgasm, but managed to keep pulling her fingers away. She held off on cumming until she finally heart Zari’s breath quickening, her moans rising in pitch. Until she finally she managed to make Zari cum. Nightshade fingered herself pathetically to cum with her, thinking such humiliating thoughts of how she could be used in the future. About helping Zari to corrupt and dominate Kase. To corrupt and dominate other princesses and heroes. Even other villains.
    No one could resist Zari. No one should resist Zari. Princess Nightshade was certain off it.
    She collapsed to the floor, face slick with Zari’s juices as she wore a contented smile on her face. Feeling truly happy. 
    Zari was limp in her throne, glowing eyes rolled back in her head as she came down from the intense orgasm. The thorned whip slid away from Nightshade’s neck to curl up into Zari’s lap like an obedient pet.
    For a moment Nightshade felt a surprising pang of nostalgia as the whip left her. But somehow she could sense how happy the cursed whip was with Zari wielding it. That the green haired elf was somehow made to use the whip to dominate others and put them under her heel.
    Just as Nightshade had been made to wear her crown, to be a pretty princess at Zari’s feet. Nightshade righted the gold crown on her head, then curled up around Zari’s leg.
    Soon Kase would arrive to defeat the villain and rescue the princess. Which meant that soon Zari would have another slut happily serving her, and Nightshade would have a sister slut to serve alongside. Nightshade broke into a happy smile at the thought, feeling perfectly happy with where destiny had brought her.