Chapter Three

"Huntsman," Says your new master, with a big smile, "Welcome to the cold- welcome to the dark! Welcome, to the palace of the Horned King!"

You are shackled to the cold, hard pavement. Your new lord is towering over you. The queen was entrancing, and the faerie was wicked, but the Horned King… he is a different kind of evil. He is not so much a person as a thing. The remains of a person if you swept away anything that consisted of humanity.
"I have lost something precious!" He growls, eyes lighting up with a dark flame. You will find her."
For a moment, you feel sick to your stomach; the Horned King is what you're becoming. Inhuman, monstrous, unfeeling, a blight upon the earth without any redeeming value. A lifetime ago you had family, or at least coworkers and did more for your people than hunt the innocent. Your eyes hollow out into a void. There is no pain, you think ignorantly that this is a blessing, but they are gone. You are beyond blind, a dark, empty void. The sucking feeling in your face continues as you feel your skin and flesh wither away.

"Now go!"
You are released, and you hunt through the castle. You become one with the darkness, incapable of discerning between yourself and the void. The emptiness you feel- it should have been a relief, considering the agony of rotting in the queen's dungeon, or the burning, piercing sensation of the faeries fire./p
p class="MsoNormal"Instead, it is just a new form of torture. You do things, go places, but it is all so meaningless, so devoid of purpose. There is a small gremlin tag-along- he is a nasty little thing, grotesque and hideous, but you cannot fathom that you truly care. Nothing matters. You are nothing, no voice, no sound, no one can hear you, no one can love you or hate you, you simply survive.
This will come to an end, you know. The anonymity, the dark endlessness of nothingness, it compels you toward your goal; finding the princess. You know it will free you of this curse. Nothing else matters, not freedom, not happiness. You are just a numb, walking skeleton that does not breathe, nor eat, nor rest- you do not laugh, or cry, or sigh, or dance. Any form of feeling any emotion, or tasting ANYTHING is completely gone. Your nose and mouth are just a void. You scramble up and down the castle grounds, scouring the hidden passageways, digging through hidden temples and buried buildings of ancient kings. To your unending dismay, you can experience boredom, a meaningless, endless, perpetual state of boredom. You hunt the ground and the forests, the lakes and the trees. The Horned King has ordered thousands or soldiers to scour the world for some great pot, which, just like everything else, seems like a task in futility. He finds it in a swamp, allegedly, but cannot do anything about it do to the fact that is protected by three witches. The king turns to you, but witches are anything but pure, so your impotence throws him into a rage. He dismembers you slowly, ripping away your hands and feet.
You wished that you cared.
One day you woke up with a left hand, the next you do not. One day you woke up with a right hand, the next you do not. He must know that his efforts are pointless. Hobbling you only slows your search, which is frustrating, but nothing particularly bothers you about losing your hands or feet.
He tries also to go up the limbs, severing more, but at one point, the remaining chunk of your left ear falls off, and he realizes the pointless of dragging this out. He releases you and commands his army to surround the swamp./p
You are tasked with finding the princess. To your delight, she is not too far away. After an endless eternity hunting you have her. She is short, blond, and, frankly, not what you would expect a princess to be like. It is different then the times wherein you rushed in to claim your prize since the numbness settles in as you feel your strength begin to return patiently.
She is haughty, angrily yelling at a boy and hitting him. You smirk as they battle back and forth. Finally, he swears to go against the army of the Horned King alone and stomps off. Your companion is gone, off to find his master. The girl is alone, but for a small furry thing and an old musician. They leave off when she bickers, telling her she needs space.
You know EXACTLY what she needs.
Silently, you creep forward, knowing full well that she cannot hear you. The bones that make up your body start to shift and strength; you now feel like you are made of something strong. Somehow, even with a nose, you can smell her. Snow White and Princess Aurora were sweet smelling. Their scent was so good, delicious…. You lean in closer, inhaling the scent. It is not sweet, but it possesses a certain allure to it; something real, something solid that you always liked. The other girls were beautiful beyond anything else, to an almost unreal extent. But this girl was different. She smelled more like a commoner, rolling about in the mud and hay. But there is still something about her, something pure, but real. She bristles, "Don't touch me-!" immediately she freezes as she turns around, mouth agape. The look of shock and horror in her eyes is breathtaking, not that you have lungs. You squeeze her arms harshly, and she screams. In the distance, you can hear the approaching drum-beat of the Horned King's army. The emptiness inside of you is gone./p
She kicks your shin. It hurts. Glorious, meaningful pain rushes back to you. After being stuck for endless years in a meaningless, endless void of nothingness, the sharp pain is something to feel. You wrap those hard, sharp bones around her small body and pull her close.
"Let me go!" She shrieks, striking you again, "Let me go!"
"You laugh hollowly. Your humor is back. Around the clearing, the Horned King's monsters lankered into the area. One of them throws a bag at your…. Feet? Hands? Your severed limbs crawl out and reattach themselves to your body.
You reach out a clawed hand and wrap it around those blond locks.
"Let me go!" She orders you. You cannot help but laugh. She tries kicking you shin again, but this time, the curse has transformed your bone into unyielding material, and she yelps. You laugh at her and pull her about by her hair. Her right leg limps as you pull her to and fro. As a joke, you kick her other leg, and it crumples under the strike. You laugh more. Sadism is really growing on you.
Her hands are desperately trying to dislodge the claws tangled into her hair, and her feet bounce from position to position. You make a game of it, pulling roughly left or right, then kicking her legs out from under her when she settles too much. The Horned King's minions find this hilarious, and continue crowd around the two of you, occasionally poking her with a weapon when she gets dull, or smacking her towards you when she tries to pull away. She tries attacking your face, gouging out your eyes and nose and mouth, but there is nothing soft left on you anymore, so she just ends up grabbing hold of your skull. This, you decide, has gone on long enough. You swipe her legs out from under her, and pin her to the earth with a spear through her skirt. She gasps, shocked, and you smack her face. When she covers her face, you kick her chest hard enough to drive the wind out of her lungs.
This next game continues as she slowly pulls away, ripping her skirt into shreds. She scrambles away from you and into the mass of monsters that push her back into you.

"You had better let me go or you'll regret it!" She shrieks, "Why, I'll take you all down!" Two monsters grab her arms and drag her to you. "Let me go! Let me go! Let me GOOOOO!" She flails against them. Suddenly, her eyes lock onto your empty sockets, before slowly trailing down in shock. Her sleeves tear, and top of her left breast becomes visible. Her gaze continues to travel south on your body until she suddenly realizes what you have in store for her. "No! No, no, no, no, no!" She screams, trying to push the guards away as they shred her clothing. A blush creeps up her cheeks, "Stop it! I command you!" Her legs are covered in bruises but that doesn't stop her from trying to kick you away. The monsters wretch her arms backwards pushing her chest out. Your hands reach out on their own, and rip the bodice open. Her jaw trembles. "Please…" She whispers to herself. You cannot even hear it, it is so quiet.
You kick her legs out from underneath her, and she falls to her knees. You are done with that mouth, or, rather, you are done with HER using that mouth. Your claws are in her hair again, you swirl it around your fingers once before brutally wrenching your head back until the crown of it points down at her feet. Her mouth opens in a scream. You plunge that bone of a cock into her mouth, chipping one of her teeth, and straight down her throat, silencing the girl. This time feels different than the last two. With Princess Snow White, you were basically a corpse of a man, filled with poison and darkness, and your rage against her was consummated when you brutalized her in her own home, thrusting deep, deep within her again and again. With Aurora, the burning needles had spurred you forward, pricking you into the will of her master. This new form, though, is just empty, and the only thing you feel, the only time you feel is vicariously. Watching her throat bulge with your cock, feeling the scream she fails to emit, watching her face go red as blood rushes to her cheeks out of stress, feels strong amazing/strong!
You decide to hurt her.

Your thrusts become sporadic; sometimes you go all the way in, straight down her throat, pushing the pipe to its limits until she is sore, other times you change the trajectory, forcing her to try and shift her tongue to accommodate you. Fast, brutal strikes and she breathes heavily in time with the penetration, sometimes, right in the middle of that, you stop and feel her gag on your cock.

You pin her feet down with your own. Using the front of your foot, you push them apart until her legs cannot move any further. Her thighs are like strings of harsh rope, trying to support her weight, take the strain of your assault, and stretch until her feet are free. She begins grunting as your thrusts shoot painfully down her spine to her waist, which has been opened under prolonged assault.

The tatters of her clothing barely cover her breasts, and each time she moves, she flashes you her bouncing mounds. You laugh with giddy, both hands pressing into her skull as you use her head for your pleasure, each thrust pushing her bosom into view. You feel her try to throw up so as to clear her throat, and decide that you have taught her enough. When you release her head, the girl coughs deeply, wheezing, and crying. Standing in front of her now, your claw-like bones reach out and tear her clothes until they are mere tatters. Eilonwy looks up at you in fear, chest heaving with fear. The monsters bend her backwards, forcing her pelvis up. You regard it carefully. As this is the first time you have fucked a girl slowly, you decide to explore her first. You run your hands up her legs, pushing the already spread thighs apart, eliciting a grunt. Interesting. Her lips are dry, and your hard, boney hands push harshly against them as you spread the outer layer to look insider her. Darkness. She whimpers. To her credit, as you brutally thrust inside her in one stroke, the harsh bone ripping every surface along the way, the princess makes no sound. You withdraw and do it again. She jerks, but says nothing.
You change the angle of the assault, pushing down so hard the cock starts to split the skin at the top of her cunt with friction. She begins to tense up, pushing down a sob. Finally, your hands grab her breasts, and you pull her up to face you. Tears stream down her face as you rut her, again and again, her jaw is prominent, refusing to cry. This will not do. You push both of your thumbs into her mouth and push on the jawline, which causes her to writhe back in pain. She cannot escape, though, because even though your thrust at her bottom lips have slowed, your hands are grasping the base of her skull, and you push down as hard as you can. Her mouth is a ghastly smile as you slowly force her orifice open. You slam into her hips as hard as you can and pull down on her bottom jaw with all your strength. Her body folds like an accordion, and she lets out a scream. There it is. Now it is simply a matter of pushing your thumbs behind her teeth and holding on./p
The sounds her mouth makes is incoherent, even she does not know what she is saying, and what is a scream or a whimper. But it hurts. It hurts so much.
She starts crying, thick tears pour down her face, and her mouth hitches again and again with your thrusts. This is what you wanted. Her eyes are drawn back to your empty sockets as you pound into her, her mouth contorted into a massive smile. She is screaming and crying but it is all just noise.
It is time to finish her. The other monsters gather around, watching your bone thrust deep inside her, and pushing hard against her stomach. You push and push, down and in, and down and in. Soon, a new sensation spreads up her arms. Her body cannot take the strain. The two monsters warp and twist her arms to accommodate the brutality of your assault on her body. Finally, you hear a snap as her right arm cracks from the pressure. Princess Eilonwy emits the most delicious, high-pitched scream for you, and you come deep inside you drift away, you notice the other monsters start to amble towards her naked body, her right arm dangling at an impossible angle.