Princess Liara, the Queen of the Ivory Empire, sat on her silver throne, tended by her handmaids and listening to her courtiers discuss the matters of the realm. By law, she was forbidden to take a husband or male lover until her seventeenth birthday, and by tradition, no one besides her handmaids could so much as lay a finger on her. But she was already well into her budding womanhood and she had developed a woman�s desire for the touch of another person, and so she looked forward to each morning when her handmaids would awaken her, bathe her, and groom her for the day ahead.

For instance, this morning Liara had eased herself into the steaming water and let three beautiful young girls run their soapy hands over the snow-white skin of her arms, massaging gently at her shoulders and down her back. When those hands crept around her sides to tickle her unblemished, silky tummy with their gentle scrubbing, Liara gave a shudder of pleasure, her eyes half closing and a sigh of bliss escaping her lips. She had to clench her thighs together to hide the orgasm when those hands found their way still higher and swirled lightly around the pale pink nipples at the summits of her milky white breasts, each a tender globe of soft flesh the size of small grapefruit.

Even now, sitting on her throne in her lavish white robes, Liara quivered slightly to remember the sensations. She called out to another of her handmaids, "Miella, would you kindly brush and braid my hair?" Liara smiled a small, tight smile of anticipation awaiting Miella�s approach with the hairbrush. The first stroke of the bristles through Liara�s silvery blond hair was nearly enough to do the princess in already, but she gently bit her lower lip to hold back her vocalizations of pleasure and rode the wave instead. On the second stroke of the hairbrush, a wave of silver hair cascaded down into her face, a lock of it coming to rest squarely in front of one of her ice-blue eyes. She knew that if she were to stand up now, a damp spot would remain on the silken cushion of her silver throne, a sign of the wetness building in her virgin pussy. She anticipated the third stroke of the brush and letting herself explode with pleasure from within, knowing she would have to carefully hide it from her handmaids and royal guard and the few courtiers that were in attendance.

But before the third stroke came, the doors to the throne room banged open, startling Liara out of her reverie of pleasure. In strode a man in the uniform of a captain of her empire�s army, and behind him were six more soldiers, all of them wearing boots that clop-clopped heavily on the marble floor, resounding off the stone pillars and walls. Each of the six soldiers carried a length of strong chain, and where the six chains met, they were joined by thick rings to a collar around the neck of a prisoner.

The prisoner�s hands were bound behind her back with strong manacles, and a hood covered her head, but Liara could easily tell it was a female. Except for the hood and restraints, the only thing covering her chocolate-colored skin was an outfit of tight, curve-hugging black leather. And what curves she had! Liara admired the woman�s moderate breasts and plump ass. Contrasting with the heavy boots of the soldiers, she wore mirror shined boots with high heels that clicked sharply as she walked.

"Wh... What�s the meaning of this? Who is this prisoner?" Liara spoke with practice authority but couldn�t keep a hint of her confusion out of her voice. Her brow was scrunched with concern and indignation. The others in the room, her handmaids and courtiers, quietly filed out of the throne room to leave the princess to tend to the matter. Two of the royal guard closed the doors behind them, leaving only Princess Liara, her royal guard, the soldiers, and the prisoner.

"Your majesty," said the captain with a salute. "I am Captain Rellius. As you may remember, you have issued a standing order to capture the outlaw sorceress Edana."

"Well, you have certainly done well." Liara�s face bore a look of pleased surprise. "But, why have you brought her here? Why did you not bring her immediately to the prison to be locked away and await justice?" The princess thought she saw a hint of something, just a slight purplish glow in the back of the captain�s eyes. Now that she looked, Liara thought she might see a similar tint in the eyes of the six soldiers.

The captain half-turned, taking hold of the hood on the prisoner�s head but still looking Liara in the eye. He had a strange, wicked grin on his face and the princess now knew for certain that something was wrong. "Because," he said, pulling the hood off in one swift motion, "She told us to." Freed from the hood, Edana smiled a knowing smile that said everything was going according to her plan and that she was already as good as victorious in her gambit.

Immediately and with trained precision, the princess�s royal guard leapt into action, but the traitorous soldiers dropped the restraining chains and drew their swords as well. As the chains fell to the floor, the clasps on the collar and manacles released themselves as if by magic, and Edana brought her wrists in front of her, flexing them and relishing the sensation of freedom once more. Around her, the soldiers clashed with the guards and there was shouting and the crash of steel on steel as swords crossed and shields bashed. In the middle of it all, Edana stood resolutely, calm in her assured victory.

From the far corners of the room, the last of Liara�s royal guard that were present fired their crossbows before dropping them to draw swords. The bolts flew into the melee, one heading directly for Edana, but Captain Rellius saw it and dove in front of the sorceress, protecting her with his body but taking the crossbow bolt in the ribs in the process. Dying, he fell to the floor. Meanwhile, the rest of the soldiers and the guard had all struck one another down, save for one guardsman who now charged at Edana with sword raised, but she dispatched him with an eldritch blast from one finger.

When it was all over, only the princess and Edana remained. Liara was frozen with fear, as still as a statue seated on her throne. She watched as the sorceress looked down almost mournfully at the fallen Captain Rellius.

"He was a faithful servant," said Edana, stooping to stroke the dead captain�s cheek where a trickle of blood flowed from his mouth. A droplet of that blood clung to one finger, which she brought to her mouth and licked off. "A fierce fighter, but weak of will. Perfect for a charm spell to fill his mind with nothing but the desire to serve me." Edana stood, and with a gesture from one hand she sealed the throne room doors with bands of purple magic. With her other hand, she made a different gesture and the bodies on the floor faded and disappeared, like shadows washed away by the light. Now yet a third gesture with both hands directed at Liara, and the princess felt a charm spell wash over her, very likely the same spell that had bewitched Captain Rellius. "Now, you will serve me with the same devotion. Stand and strip naked."

Liara was unsure of what was going on or why the sorceress would want her naked, but to her surprise she found herself standing to obey! She began shedding her white royal robes starting with the little fur-lined capelet, watching Edana with fear and wondering what the sorceress would order her to do next. Edana watched the princess right back, her gaze never leaving the young girl, as intent as a predator about to pounce on helpless prey. Liara shrugged out of her royal gown, but held it up against her breasts reluctant to continue. The moment of hesitation seemed to feed the lust building in Edana�s eyes.

The princess normally had handmaids to tend to the tasks of dressing and undressing her, not that she was incapable of doing the job herself. Still, it felt like the process was taking an eternity, but was that because she had to do all the work herself or because she was held captive and commanded to do so by an outlaw magician? Regardless of how long it felt, soon enough she stood completely in front of Edana, making a feeble attempt at covering her nakedness with her hands. The only thing she wore now was the silvery white hair on her head and another tuft of that same silvery white hair just above her virgin pussy. The room was not cold, but even so, Liara felt a shiver and her skin was covered with goose bumps.

Edana approached the princess, drinking in the young girl�s form with her eyes. Liara had never felt so studied, scrutinized. The sorceress around walked behind her, circling her like a hungry animal savoring a successful hunt before moving in to feast. The princess was scared, a new sensation to her since she had never truly been in danger before. But along with the fear was another sensation, a lack of control, something else she had never felt before. With Edana overpowering her, Liara felt a thrill, a strong sense of excitement which strangely did nothing to relieve her fear, but rather seemed to magnify it.

Liara stared straight ahead as the sorceress stalked in a circle around her, until Edana stopped in front of her again. Unsure where to look or what to say or do, Liara simply looked at the ground, frightened and wondering what would happen next. The sorceress reached out with one hand and gently touched Liara on the cheek; the sensation of being touched by another person besides her handmaids was like an electric shock, and she gave a start. Edana placed the hand on Liara�s shoulder, holding the princess firm.

Edana spoke, her voice full of nothing but confidence and authority. "You will be my servant. You will obey my every instruction. You will continue to sit on the throne and issue your royal proclamations to the empire, but I will always be there in the shadows, telling you what to do and say. You will be the face of the empire, but in reality I will rule." She paused to let that sink in for a moment, and Liara stood in silence, stunned. "But first, you will please me." The sorceress made another hand gesture, and now her clothing simply faded away as if it had never been there in the first place.

She was an ebony goddess. Her skin was the same chocolate brown tone everywhere, except for at the tips of her luscious breasts where her nipples which were so dark brown that they were nearly black, and pierced with vertical bars capped on each end with metal beads set with black onyx. But her nipples were not nearly as black as the jet black hair that topped her head and extended in a braid all the way down to her full, perfect ass. A light thatch of that same jet black hair crowned the cleft between her thighs.

Already, Liara found herself longing to taste what lie inside those folds, to drink the essence of this powerful sorceress. She found herself moving automatically, without even thinking about it or willing herself to do so, as if she was not in control even of her own body. Her hands that had been covering her body now reached out, as if they had a mind of their own. One hand landed high on Edana�s hip, feeling her smooth curve, while the other hand cupped a dark-skinned breast. Without even thinking about what needed to happen next, Liara brought her face close to the other woman�s body and her lips found the pierced nipple and began to suck.

Edana half-sighed half-moaned a sound of approval, placing one hand on the small of Liara�s back and drawing her in close. Their bodies touched, pale skin on dark like milk and chocolate. Their legs intertwined, and Liara felt the wetness of the taller woman�s cunt pressed up against her hipbone, while she pressed her own moist twat into the sorceress�s thigh. It was the first time anyone but herself had ever even so much as brushed up against her womanhood, and the sensation caused her to pause her nipple sucking and let out a coo of pleasure.

The sorceress broke the embrace. "An excellent start. You show promise, whore." Liara quivered with an odd pride at the insult. Edana stepped back and seated herself on the princess�s throne. Throwing one leg over the armrest, she spread herself, revealing her womanhood. "Now your tongue."

"Yes, mistress." Kneeling on the pool of white silk made by her discarded royal robes, Liara moved to obey. Leaning in, she inhaled deeply of the aroma of Edana�s arousal. The princess found that she was drooling in anticipation, and with her tongue she began to explore the sorceress�s womanly folds, tentatively at first but then eagerly lapping up the delicious juices.

"Mmm..." Edana voiced her satisfaction. Running her fingers through fair-skinned girl�s hair, the sorceress gripped the back of Liara�s head roughly and drew her in closer, pressing the other woman�s face into her pussy. When she released her, the princess gasped for breath but then went right back to work, eating her out with a fervor that bordered on worshipful. The thrill of having the ruler of an entire empire dominated so completely by her magic, coupled with the sensations she experienced, was enough to push Edana over the edge into a powerful orgasm, grinding her crotch on Liara�s face.

When it was over, and after Edana had taken a moment to collect herself, she stood. "Remain kneeling," she instructed. Liara stayed where she was, watching her mistress with pitiful, begging eyes, while she rubbed her own pussy with one hand. Standing, the dark-skinned woman walked over to the dead captain and retrieved a pouch containing several items she would need. Reaching inside, she retrieved first two rings of polished black steel.

"The charm spell I cast on you earlier will wear off in a few minutes. I require a more permanent solution." The sorceress loomed over Liara. Edana bent down and took one of the princess�s breasts in one hand, pinching the nipple sharply causing it to perk up. "The magic I use will heal the wound instantly, but nonetheless this may hurt at first." Edana did something with the ring and Liara�s nipple that the princess couldn�t discern. Suddenly, the agony was exquisite but quickly began to fade to more tolerable levels. Then came the second ring in the other nipple and a fresh wave of intense pain.

Edana stood back to admire her work. With both enchanted nipple rings in place, she spoke the arcane words that would activate the enchantment, and... nothing. The spell just fizzled. She said the words again, but still nothing happened. The look on her face must have betrayed her confusion, because Liara grinned wickedly at her.

"Do you know how my family has sat on this throne for a dozen generations? Partly because there�s something about our bloodline, an inherited immunity to charm spells and bewitchery." Liara stood, but rather than calling for her guards as Edana expected, she leaned in and planted a firm, passionate kiss on the sorceress�s lips. Now the dark-skinned woman was entirely gobsmacked. Liara continued, "I�m afraid the enchanted jewelry won�t work on me. Though I quite like the look; I think I�ll keep them." With a finger, she jiggled the fresh piercing in one of her nipples, triggering another shiver of pain, less intense than the first.

Edana finally found her words. "Even the first charm spell I cast on you?"

"It had no effect." said the princess with a wry grin. "And in answer to your next question, I did everything you told me to of my own free will. I wanted to."

"But... why?"

Liara sighed wistfully and took a seat on her throne. "Because, all my life I have always given orders and they have always been obeyed immediately, unquestioningly. I have never been treated roughly or had anyone intentionally cause me pain. I�ve never felt what it is to be ordered, to obey... to be punished."

Edana looked at the fair-skinned girl, partly suspicious, but also pleasantly surprised. "You... want to be punished?"

Liara slid off the throne, resuming the kneeling position. She looked up at the sorceress with her ice-blue eyes and said, "Yes... mistress."

Edana had never had a willing slave before, but her doubt and confusion was only momentary. She was quickly discovering that the sexual thrill of dominating a person mind and body, of completely owning them, was so much more vibrant and enjoyable when they gave themselves to you of their own free will. Her cunt was sopping with arousal, but she couldn�t let her excitement cloud her judgement; she had to make sure.

"There will have to be... proof of your loyalty." Edana extended one index finger, holding it aloft pointed upward, and cast another spell. The flames of the torches and oil lamps that lit the room danced, causing flickering shadows to move and play in the corners of the room. From these shadows, the sorceress called forth something dark that twisted itself around her outstretched finger, forming into a wicked point at her fingertip like an inky black needle. "Whenever I have something valuable that I don�t want lost or stolen, I write my name on it."

Liara felt a rush of fear. No! What if people see? They will know everything. They will think I�m a dirty slut! But she tamped this fear down inside her, instead relishing in the arousal brought on by those very same thoughts. They will think I�m a dirty slut... Anticipating her mistress�s desire, Liara leaned back against her throne, exposing her milky pale skin to Edana like a blank, white canvas.

The first touch of the shadow needle against the princess�s skin brought searing pain, far more than any tattoo needle Liara had ever heard of, more akin to the burning pain of a fiery coal but condensed into one needle-point size. A wisp of smoke went up as Edana drew the needle across Liara�s unblemished flesh, though the skin left behind was still as silky smooth as before, unburned and unscarred but with a deep black line that contrasted with her pale skin like ink on paper. The pain quickly faded, but the needle kept writing, tracing fresh agony everywhere it went.

Edana wrote so much more than just her name. Over the course of the next hour and a half, the shadow needle ranged all over every inch of Liara�s flesh, slowly transforming her. The princess tried to obey her mistress�s commands to lie still, but she sometimes squirmed and writhed, as much in pleasure as in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes.

In some places, the sorceress wrote on Liara�s skin, but in others she drew, sometimes with surprising artistry and skill like on one upper arm where she made an intricate tribal design reminiscent of the barbarian bands from the edge of Liara�s empire. At other times, she drew with intentional brutish simplicity as on one thigh just above the knee where she spent a long time drawing and filling in a solid black band three fingers wide that encircled the princess�s leg.

Around one freshly-pierced nipple, the petals of a lotus flower; around the other, a sharp, jagged five-pointed star. On the curve of each shoulder, wrapped around from her shoulder blades in the back to her collarbone in front, were two fierce looking ravens; held between their wingtips at the top of her sternum was a fiery heart wrapped in thorns. A snake wound itself around one forearm from elbow to wrist, its tongue darting out onto the back of her hand.

Under the curve of each pert breast, Edana inscribed arcane runes which Liara was curious about the meaning of, though the princess knew better than to ask her mistress; if she wanted Liara to know, she would tell her. The sorceress did however read aloud as she inscribed a long block of text on the ribs of Liara�s right side:

          "One: I will obey my mistress. I am bound to her.
          Two: I will serve my mistress when asked, without hesitation.
          Three: To receive pleasure, I must earn it. I will be rewarded as my mistress sees fit.
          Four: My body belongs to my mistress. She may alter my appearance and form at will.
          Five: Failure will be met with punishment. Discipline makes me obey better."

As the rules were written indelibly in her own flesh, Liara felt her apprehensions disappearing. When she realized the gravity of the situation, a great wave of happiness and contentment washed over her. She realized that all her previous responsibilities, both as an empress and as a person, were now absolved. All of that was out of her hands, and she now had only one responsibility, to obey her mistress. The idea of no longer being fully in control of her own life, of not having to make every decision for herself, filled Liara with an odd thrill.

Edana commanded the princess to turn over, bending over the throne to expose her back and butt to the shadowy needle. The dark-skinned sorceress read aloud again as she inscribed on one upper thigh, just below one cheek, "Fuck". Liara squirmed, shocked to have such a foul word written permanently on her skin but Edana barked an order to be still and the princess obeyed but sobbed softly, although she wasn�t truly sad. Then came the other thigh and Edana read as she wrote, "Slave". At this, Liara felt a sob catch in her throat, completely stunned.

So preoccupied was the pale princess by thoughts of the consequences of her decision to submit to Edana and the nature of her new life as a fuck slave, she barely noticed as the sorceress commanded her to turn back over and spread her legs. Suddenly, pain flared up anew as the needle touched Liara�s pussy lips. It felt like it was going on forever! But then she felt one of Edana�s other fingers slide across her moist slit and she realized with some surprise how wet she was.

"You�ve been remarkably well-behaved." Edana�s finger slid across the princess�s sensitive clit. "I think you�ve earned yourself a reward." The sorceress completed her writing with the needle and focused on what her fingers were doing. "I�ve just written on your fuck hole the words �Only with mistress�s permission�." said Edana without further explanation. Liara wondered if that meant she wasn�t allowed to touch herself without asking Edana first, or if the words referred to other people... Her pondering was interrupted as her mistress pushed inside her sopping cunt, sliding in and out.

The princess panted with each thrust. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, her nipples stood at attention like two tiny soldiers. Her eyes were still wet with tears, but the pleasure was building up until it overwhelmed her. Her fingers dug into the throne cushion and she orgasmed gloriously, pleasure rippling through her muscles, and her pussy clenching on Edana�s fingers. "Unnhh! ... Thank you, mistress." panted the princess.

Edana stood, giving her new slave a moment to collect herself, before ordering "Sit up." The princess did as she was told. "Just one more." Edana held the princess by the chin, while the index finger of her other hand drew close with the needle. Liara�s eyes were full of fear, realizing that her mistress intended to mark her face! The needle met flesh and the sorceress began printing a line of neat characters across the princess�s cheekbone. A single tear rolled down Liara�s cheek, and Edana only paused briefly to wipe it out of the way.

"I know what you�re afraid of." said Edana. "If I am to rule your empire with you as my puppet, you�ll still need to sit on the throne. You�ll be seen by your subjects, and they will surely see these tattoos on your arms and body and face and they know what a slut you are." The sorceress smiled cruelly. "But don�t worry. I don�t want my plans spoiled before I�ve had a chance to secure my domination over your empire. I can cast a glamer on you that will hide the tattoos."

Liara sniffed back more tears. "I... I want them to see. Eventually. Maybe leave just one tattoo showing at first?" Edana considered scolding her slave for speaking out of turn, but she liked the idea and instead smiled approvingly. The tattooing was done and she dismissed the finger needle with a wave of her hand, and the black instrument disappeared in a puff of dissipating shadow.

"Would you like to know what it says on your cheek?" asked Edana. Liara nodded meekly. "It says �Property of Mistress Edana�. Whenever I don�t have the glamer up, everyone who looks at your beautiful face will know that you belong to me."

Liara felt a host of complicated, conflicting emotions. Sadness and joy, revulsion and acceptance, fear and love. But for a single tear that rolled down her cheek, her face held an expression of calm, patient subservience. "Yes, mistress." she said.

Edana stood back to admire her freshly tattooed slave, much as one might sit back to take in the whole of a just-completed document with black ink still drying on white parchment. The princess sat on the throne in the position her mistress had left her, with hands meekly folded in front of her and eyes lowered. Looking at her new toy, the sorceress felt a fresh lust building up in her. Another idea came to her, another small torture to inflict.

"You endured the tattooing well." said Edana. "You are already proving to be a docile and compliant fuckslave. I have one more gift to give you." The pale-skinned princess allowed herself a small smile at her mistress�s praise, hopeful that this �gift� would not be too hard to endure.

The sorceress worked more magic, her voice muttering an incantation and her fingers playing the shadows into a new shape. The gloom coalesced on Edana�s crotch, enveloping her moist folds, even entering her and causing her to let out a small coo of pleasure. Tendrils wrapped around her hips to grip at her buttocks, holding the conjured thing in place. And jutting out in front of her was an inky black protuberance with a rounded tip not unlike the helmets worn by the empire�s soldiers.

Liara had never seen a cock before, but she had heard her handmaids whisper about them, and this was surely the thing they giggled about when they thought the princess was not around, except much bigger than Liara had imagined. It was easily half again as long as her hand and too girthy to wrap her fingers around. She eyed the tenebrous shaft with uncontained desire; even above her already present wish to please her mistress, she wanted this thing inside her. "Shall I... suck... my mistress?" she said, a bit unsure but willing to try anything her mistress wanted.

"Hmm..." Edana favored her slave with a wry smile. "Your zeal pleases me, but no. Lie back." The dark-skinned sorceress reinforced her command by placing one hand on the princess�s shoulder and pushing gently, but Liara was already complying. "Spread your legs, and then spread your lips." The princess eagerly did as bidden, eager spreading her legs wide to give her mistress access. She used the her fingers to spread her pussy lips, glistening with the wetness of her arousal. In testament to how aroused she was, a dewdrop of her girl cream dribbled down between her ass cheeks.

The sorceress, on her knees, slowly pressed the head of her shadowcock into her slave�s hungry cunt, pulling herself in with hands on hips. Liara felt pain, but it was nothing compared to the searing agony of the tattoo needle; she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out, though inside she was proud to have been made a woman by her mistress, no longer a virgin. Once she was all the way in, Edana drew back and thrust again, faster and harder this time, again, again, again. Each time she pushed it into her fuckslave, Edana was equally rewarded by the conjuration pulsing and throbbing against her clit and inside her own pussy.

There was a coldness to the shadowcock, but it was not unpleasant, and in fact Liara soon found herself welling up with pleasure until she was now biting her lip to keep the moans of bliss at bay instead of the cries of pain. Without conscious thought, the princess�s legs wrapped themselves around her mistress�s thighs, pulling the sorceress against her, into her. Finally she could hold back no more and felt the explosion of ecstasy washing over her as she orgasmed. "I�m... cummiinnnggg!!"

But even then Edana did not stop, did not even slow down. Yes, she was pleased that her new slave was enjoying herself--punishment is nothing without pleasure, and pleasure without punishment, after all--but that was not her goal. She was after her own climax. The sorceress continued thrusting her conjured member into the eager princess, getting faster and harder as she went, fingers digging into Liara�s hips. The princess orgasmed again, hot on the tails of the first, and a third struck before the second was even fully wound down. Edana smiled coldly, watching the expression on her fuckslave change from mere rapture into mindless bliss, rolled-back eyes and lolling tongue, panting for breath.

Finally, the sorceress felt herself approaching orgasm. "You know, this conjuration is not a mere tool." Liara blinked once or twice, rousing from her mindless state and her eyes focusing again on her mistress�s face. "It can perform all the functions of the real thing." The princess was still in the throes of another orgasm, but her curiosity still furrowed her brow. Now it was Edana�s turn to close her eyes in rapture as she thrust once more into Liara�s eager fuckhole, as deeply as possible. Breathlessly, the sorceress explained, "It can even... ah... sire children..."

It took the fair princess a moment to realize what that meant, but already she could feel the shadowcock pumping something into her, filling her cunt with warm cum. Her hands had been resting idly on her flat tummy, but now she realized that it was round, bulging as the semen filled her, stretched her, and still growing. It seemed like an eternity as Edana experienced a long, drawn out orgasm and Liara watched in horror as she was impregnated with who knows how many children.

Edana pulled the conjured shadowcock out, letting two last spurts fly through the air. The first ropy strand splattered across the princess�s tattooed tits, the second dollop landing on her face with some drizzling into her shock-gaped mouth. The creamy white goo tasted delicious, but her mind was more on what had just happened. She had uncountable questions--how many babies would grow inside her womb? how would she explain her pregnancy to her subjects? how soon would she give birth?--but the most terrifying plagued her mind as she stared in horror at the shadowcock: what kind of abomination would it spawn? As if reading her mind, Edana answered her question, "Don�t worry, princess. The shadowcock uses my own heritage. I am the father, and you are to bear my children." Never once did that cruel, cold smile fade from her mistress�s face.