Chapter 1 - Hornet's Silk

 Hornet found herself a safe niche to sleep in when she heard a loudmouth screaming outside in the Greenpath. “Come! Come and let me teach you how to fight!” he was saying. The voice sounded familiar, but the princess wasn’t sure who it was. She emerged from her hiding place and adjusted her cloak, making sure it covered most of her developing body. The length of it was never a problem before, but lately her hips and butt had been swelling to the point where she constantly needed to tug on it to make sure her lewd body was being covered up. Gah, I need to get a replacement somewhere. 

 As she glanced down at the ruins, she noticed the large masked figure swinging a wooden sword at some husks. “Zote the Mighty shall teach you how to perish with honor, yes indeed!” Despite his big talk, he so out of shape that he could barely swing in time to make the hits connect; when they did, the wooden sword just bounced off the armor of the husks ineffectively. At first they looked upon him with confusion, wondering if he could pose a threat; but now that they realized he was a defenseless idiot, they were charging up at him. “Come! Come at the Mighty Zote!” he bellowed. 

 Ugh, this damned blowhard, thought Hornet with annoyance. Was she supposed to help him? The last time she had come across him and saved his life, all he did was call her a whore and slut. He wasn’t even of these lands. And yet, this is my kingdom… Having a foreigner die if it could be prevented, even if it was due to his own foolishness, just wouldn’t do. 

 Zote screamed as the husks knocked him over and sent the wooden sword flying from his hand. Damn it! thought Hornet. She sent out her string, then flew down and striked down each husk by piercing them with her needle. 

 Zote coughed and started to rise. “You! You are the whore! Come to challenge mighty Zote?” 

 Hornet glared at him. “I’m not a whore,” she clarified. “And I just saved your life. Show some gratitude.” 

 Instead of showing some respect, the oaf rushed to grab his sword then swung it at her. “Aha! You are scared of the Mighty Zote! As is expected of a whore?” 

 She sidestepped another one of his blows and used her needle to knock the sword out of his arm. He showed no sign of annoyance at having been bested so easily, but simply grabbed his sword and started swinging again with the same hollow-head excitement. “The whore shall be bested by Zote, much to her dismay!” 

“Zote should get in shape and get a real weapon. Tell me, why do you think I’m a whore?” 

“The Mighty Zote has seen you flying around and showing off your young cunt! That is unacceptable! Your lewd ways are unseemly, and for that you shall be punished!” 

 The princess expected a nonsensical answer, but this had the ring of truth to it. Yes, the ever-smaller cloak was proving difficult to control if she was in the air, and she often felt the air against her naked body. But surely it was all too fast for anyone else to see… Wasn’t it? 

“Aha!” Distracted by her own thoughts, Hornet allowed Zote to come close enough that he brought the sword up from below and aimed it straight towards her pussy. Hornet stepped back, but it wasn’t fast enough to avoid the tip of the sword that rubbed against her royal cunt. 

“Ahh~” she yelped, pushing him off with the needle. There was no pain in truth, since there wasn’t much he could do with that damned wooden sword. Still, she could feel her pussy reacting to the hit. “You fool! I should kill you!” 

“None can kill Mighty Zote!” he bellowed, and swung again. 

 Hornet was done with this imbecile. She sent out her silken thread and flipped away from the last blow, realizing too late that she was probably offering another glimpse at her naked body. “Silken whore! Zote the Mighty shall punish you for your utter disrespect!” 

 As soon as she was out of sight, Hornet sighed and dropped down. Once again, she adjusted her cloak over her body and reached down to feel her pussy. There was no wound as she suspected, though it felt oddly pleasant to touch it… He called me a whore, she thought, and felt a tingle passing from the lips all the way to her tummy. That big idiot thinks he can treat a princess in this way? I should destroy him for that… She touched herself for a few more moments, thinking about how that wooden sword managed to touch her, then forced herself to stop and be serious. No more of this… No more… 





 Hornet had gone for days now without making contact with anyone. Zote attempted to follow her for a little while, but it wasn’t hard to avoid a lumbering fool with no vertical movement. How he managed to track her at all was the real question. Though whenever she let him come close while staying hidden, she could hear him yelling. “I can smell you, needle whore! I know that you are here!” 

 If anything, she could smell him. His stench was so foul that though she had come to be adjusted to it whenever he lingered nearby, it was far too bad for her body to ever get used to it being there. Big, stupid, and a stinker to boot. One day she was going to find him crushed by his own idiocy. 

 For now, Hornet would take some time to relax. She needed to get back to a safe place since she was running low on thread, and wasn’t in the mood to be trapped going on foot. Waiting for the stag at the station was the best idea, and it gave her some time to take it easy in a safe spot. The princess crossed her legs and leaned against bench, feeling herself drifting into sleep as the safety and comfort of the stag station settled in…

 In her dream she could see the ground below her, getting smaller and smaller… she was swinging from her silken thread ever higher, leaving everyone behind… until she glanced up and saw that there was no thread… screaming… she fell down towards the ground…

 Hornet awoke with a fright and stared at the stones that made up the ground floor of the station. She felt for the needle and thread at her side instinctively, and having her hand go over them gave her a feeling of relief. As she came back in control of her senses, though, she suddenly heard wet noises somewhere nearby and a familiar stench came up her nostrils. 

 It all happened in a moment. 

 She turned to look behind the bench, and noticed Zote standing there, both his hands wrapped around the fat shaft of the most disgusting cock Hornet had ever seen. Not that she laid eyes on many in her life, but its gnarled and knobbly exterior combined with the spikes made it a horrendous image that would be burned in her mind. And then there was the steady drip of cum that trickled steadily from the throbbing head, though within that seed she could see some black spots that made the whole thing look… 

“Mighty Zote has caught the indecent slut at last!” he screamed, and needed the strength of both his arms to hold that monster dick as it released. Slimy ropes of his jizz shot out right over Hornet, and the spasms that went through his dick were so fierce that Zote nearly tottered on his ass. 

 The princess raised her hand against the incoming volley, but the fiend’s disgusting seed came down on her from all sides, plastering her body with sticky, slimy, and gooey cum. It was so thick and hot and the stench of it hurt her so badly that Hornet was close to retching. 

“Zote the Mighty has won this day!” he boomed, his voice ringing out in the station. 

“What have you done?...” Hornet whispered quietly, looking at the hardened gobs of cum that fell from her hands. 

 Seeing her body in this way and knowing how she must have looked and smelled horrified her and made her feel weak. There was no time for revenge. She just needed to wash herself at once. To get this stain off and then come back and teach the oaf a lesson. 

 Zote was getting ready to go at it again when Hornet sent her string and hopped over him, then ran out of the station as fast as she could, trying to find a source of water to clean herself… 

 Eventually she did, though no amount of washing could make her feel clean or as if she could stop smelling him on her. He came all over me… How could she have let that happen? How could she be so reckless as to fall asleep in an open stag station?... I’m as much of an imbecile as he is. 

 The worst part was that her cloak had been stained in the process and now that stench of that idiot’s cum was too deeply impregnated for Hornet to keep on using it. She tossed it aside with a tired sigh, not relishing the idea of going naked throughout. Plus, she was running low on string. She needed to wait for that damned oaf to leave the stag station so she could return, and this time hide until the stag came to take her away to a safer place. 

 Just as Hornet thought it could be over, she heard him again. “Zote smells the whore around yet again! Though this time she smells not of herself, but of Zote the Mighty! Come out, whore, and let Zote finish what he started! Come face his legendary might and noble blade!” 

 Was there no way to get rid of this useless bug? 

 The princess took a good look at her surroundings and found a remote cliff that she could reach and get away from him for the time being. It would mean sacrificing a little more silken thread; but she needed to have herself a rest…

 Just as he was making his way through the bushes and was about to reach her, Hornet darted up into the air, the chilly breeze passing all over her naked body. What if anyone saw her now?... Well, now they could truly think she was a whore. But it’s not my fault he ruined my cloak and came all over me! 

 All she could do was sigh. The princess was clean now, but somehow she couldn’t stop smelling him or seeing that monstrous shaft in her head 





 There just seemed to be no escaping the brute. 

 Hornet wandered wherever she could without having to make use of the precious thread that was left, all the while hearing him crying after her. “Whore Knight!” his intoned, as he had started calling her of late. “Reveal thyself and relinquish thy blade, for thou art unworthy!” Even his speech was getting fancier over time, and the princess wondered what could be causing that. 

 This idiot doesn’t think that he bested me just because he came over me unexpectedly, does he? The memory alone was still enough to make her shiver. It became a ritual now to wash herself as much as possible, though the stench really seemed to have seeped into her body, or at least her mind enough that she couldn’t think it away. 

 The worst and most humiliating part was that… that her entire body could start tingling when he thought about that gruesome spiked dick. It was a combination of fright and revulsion - what else could it be? - and yet her pussy started dripping as she walked, trickling down her curvy bare thighs, while her nipples became fully erect and so sensitive that even the gentle caress of the breeze was enough to make her shudder and yelp. 

 This damned oaf… It was a good thing that she was all the way down in the Greenpath, where no one familiar could see her. It would have been incredibly humiliating if anyone known to her, especially a friend or family member chanced upon her totally naked and aroused, smelling of some incompetent bug’s old seed. 

 Aaahh~ 

 Somehow, that made her feel even hornier. I can’t believe I’m feeling this way… 

 It only took so long until Zote got in trouble again, and she was forced to come out of hiding to save his life. He still attempted to rush at her with his sword, but Hornet noticed that he was more sluggish than usual, and that he slouched as he stumbled forwards as if he were carrying a great weight.

“Whore Knight! You have come to torment Zote and steal his might?” 

“Steal your might? You fool! What are you talking about?” 

“You relinquished even the little clothing you had. A slut such as yourself is unbecoming of knighthood.” He tried to straighten and planted the wooden sword in the ground. “Drop thy weapon and kneel before me as a whore, and I shall consider taking you as my camping companion to pleasure me during my periods of rest.” 

 The princess giggled in dark disbelief. “Surely you jest. Do you even know who I am, Mighty Zote?” 

“A whore.” 

 The answer was predictable but it nevertheless irritated Hornet. Despite his attempts at holding firm, she noticed his shoulders coming forwards and slowly giving way to his previous slouch. He made a move to plant his sword at his side, and as his arm swept away his cloak, Hornet noticed the phallus from before dangling between his legs. It appeared to be even bigger and more monstrous than before, the spiky head coming so far down that it nearly reached the ground, with seed so thick it reminded her of pus dripping from the glistening head, the whole shaft throbbing wildy and bringing out a series of spikes that ran its length that looked closer to a serrated blade. 

 Those weren’t there before, Hornet realized. 

“Do you see what you do to poor Zote, Whore Knight?” he said, dropping his sword and bringing both hands down to take hold of the mace-like cock. “Zote must cure himself.” 

“I…” 

 The oaf suddenly lunged at her with the shaft, driving it towards her crotch. Hornet managed to avoid it just in time, though a few drops of the cum that sprayed from the head managed to hit her. Without wasting any time, she ran away from the monstrous dick as Zote kept screaming for her to face him. 

 He… I did that to him? The princess couldn’t see how that was possible. Was… Was her body so sensual that it overtook even a mind as dull as Zote’s? As she ran, her eyes fell down to her exquisite thighs, her toned tummy, and the high and perfectly round breasts that bounced off her chest. I never meant to do anything to anyone… 

 At the same time, there was no way she could let him approach with that thing. The princess would not have laid hands on a dick that gross and smelly even if it happened to be as long as a finger. But Zote’s entire shaft was like a weapon. Even if her body tingled at the thought of being taken by him against her will, there was no way she could survive an encounter with a dick that monstrously huge and spiked. Though it was certainly interesting how a man a bug as dense as Zote could be so well-endowed… 

 No matter! It was time for her to make a plan and find a way past the brute. Hornet had done enough to save him from death. If he wanted to take these perilous paths, then he would be on his own. 

 That night Hornet slept, or tried to sleep, near the top of a cliff. She kept moving around restlessly, both worried that Zote might appear and take her out of nowhere, as well as annoyed with her inability to still her mind and stop thinking of bad things. In the end, all she could do was reach down and finger herself like a rube while thinking of that shiny and spiked dickhead. If only Zote were different, she might have liked to touch it, perhaps even… perhaps even to lick it and kiss it… 

 The thought of full princess lips coming into contact with that stinky cock made her come instantly, her whole body trembling as a result. Hornet rode the waves of pleasure, unwilling to take her fingers out of her drenched cunt as she melted thinking of the brutish dick. What’s wrong with me?... 

 Thankfully, no one saw her and there was no Zote to interrupt her. In fact, Hornet wasn’t sure where he had gone to, because despite her lazy pace there was no sign of him. Could he have met his end? It would be sad if so. If things went back to normal he could be trained and have a special place at the palace, mused the princess. If they chained him I wouldn’t be… I wouldn’t be afraid to come to him every night. 

 The next day Hornet started making her way back to the stag station when she heard him again. “Whore Knight! Come to me! I have braved the depths and come with a mighty prize. See what a real knight does!?” 

 As she made her way, the princess came to an end in the path where a gaping pit yawned. From where she stood it looked bottomless. But across the chasm stood the continuation of the path that would undoubtedly take her to the stag station. “Come, Whore Knight! Come and see my Trinket of Valor!” 

 There was no way Zote could have jumped across it, though she could. Normally she would have used her thread to swing over it, but there was nothing she could attach it to. Damn it! As Zote came closer, there was no choice but to make the leap and hope for the best. The princess backed off and stretched her shapely legs for a few moments, then got in position to sprint. Just as the dumb would-be knight appeared behind her, she took off and ran towards the pit, then prepared to jump. 

 She delayed it as long as possible to get the best possible length of time in the air, and pressed her foot down right on the edge. Even as it came down, Hornet could feel the rocks climbing underfoot from the strength of her push, and taking away any potential for lift-off. Her vision swam and her stomach turned inside out as she lost all control of herself and crashed down. 

 Her beautiful white mask cracked on impact, though it stayed together. But the rest of her felt pained and defeated. “Whore Knight!” screamed Zote from above. “Do you yet live?” 

 Hornet couldn’t find the strength to shout back. No longer caring what might happen so long as she could get some rest, she closed her eyes and lost consciousness. 





 Zote was nowhere to be seen or heard when the princess finally woke up. Her body still hurt, but it was getting better. Nothing was broken - or, at least, nothing seemed to be broken. Hornet ran her fingers along the cracks in her masks and sighed as she rose. 

 Up above the opening could be seen. Though she failed to make the jump, at least this time she could just use the thread to make her way up. Her eyes searched for a decent spot, then the thread went out and Hornet climbed after it. Her fingers carefully detached the thread and brought it back to her, then she scaled the few remaining feet by herself, finally coming to the top. 

 As she clambered over and rested on solid ground, she heard him. “I knew you would come, Whore Knight.” 

 Zote grabbed her by the neck before she could react and lifted her up. Despite the ineffectiveness of his wooden sword, he was certainly strong, and the grip held her high in the air, right above the open pit. “At last, I have you in my grasp.” 

 How did I not sense him nearby? Hornet wondered. Then, as she stared at him, she noticed a trinket attached to his chest. It bore the same design as that of her family crest, though the princess had no idea why that could be. However, it seemed to exert a power over her and draw her in… almost like the person wearing beckoned her closer instinctually and slowly wore down her self control. 

“Enough of you tarnishing the name of us good knights! From now on, you shall simply be Whore.” 

“I’m… I’m a knight!” she insisted, wriggling in his grasp. 

“It seems that you must be taught a hard lesson by Mighty Zote. So be it!” The brawny hand yanked the silken thread out of her grasp, then looped it and put it around her head. He suddenly dropped her down and her own thread tightened around her neck like a noose. 

“Wait!” cried Hornet, but it was too late. Zote kept lowering her until she was completely out of his reach, while the thread cut into her throat and choked her. 

“Say you are no knight, and Mighty Zote will release you! Admit it to be so!” 

 Dying from lack of breath and her sight darkening, Hornet reached to find the string and pull herself up on it, but it was impossible. In the end, all she could do was try to use the needle to cut through it. But then she would fall… Fall all the way back down… 

 Her entire body started convulsing as her life left her, and even her grasp on the needle was failing. It was either certain death or potential death. Hoping for the best, Hornet slashed up with the needle and cut the thread. 

 Finally, she could breathe. 

 And shrieked as she fell back down into the pit, this time her lights going out as soon as she hit the bottom. 





 The princess woke up to Zote grunting as he dropped from the face of the wall and found his footing at the bottom. “Zote has come for you, whore! At last, there is nowhere else to flee. You will come to me.” 

 Hornet struggled desperately to get her feet and get away from him, but given her physical state it was difficult. Not only that, but there was something about that trinket he had on him that made her feel weak and powerless to resist him. Maybe it was best to just let him do as he wanted?... 

 No!! Another, clearer part of her mind screamed. He nearly killed her before, and he was… he wanted to use that thing on her… There was no way she could take it no matter what her fantasies may have been. 

 As the oaf approached, the princess could feel the rotten, pungent smell of the bulging dick between his legs filling up her nostrils. It was so bad this time that despite being accustomed to it on her skin she nearly puked, though that only seemed to amuse him. “Zote inspires fear in the whore! Yes, you finally see the might of Zote! But you must still be punished for your wrongdoing!” 

 Maybe if I take that thing off of him I can command him to leave me be, thought Hornet. If the trinket contained enough power to cloud her own mind, then how could she fail to control a mind as frail as his? I can do it. He’s stupid enough as it is, I just need to play it safe… 

“Mighty Zote!” The princess crawled over to his feet and pretended to worship them. “Please, allow me to beg your forgiveness…” As she spoke, the dripping and bulging head of his dick dangled right before her eyes, the spikes looking so tough and big that just laying her eyes on them made her skin crawl. 

“Zote is not interested in forgiveness!” His foot stumped down on her back and pinned her down. “Zote only wishes to show you your place! Punishment, for the whore who thought she was a knight like Mighty Zote!” 

 The brute grabbed his dick with one hand as he spoke and started coming all over her again, his thick seed shooting out all over her naked body. Hornet felt the slimy cum falling in ropes over her entire body, but the weight and power of his foot kept her down there. No, I need to get that damn trinket!

 Zote finally took away his foot, but instead of letting her rise he grabbed her by the silken thread still attached to her neck, though this time it served him more like a leash. Holding her down to her knees, he brought the gross dick and let it rest over her head. Hornet could hear the spikes as they scratched across her mask and her entire body jumped in response. There was no way those could make her way in her throat.

“M-Mighty Zote,” she stammered, putting her hands together pleading. “Please, you cannot take off my mask. A knight must always allow a lady to retain her mask!” 

 Zote smacked the spiky head against her head a couple of times but nodded sagely. “This is true. However! Punishment itself is also noble, especially when you have afflicted Zote so deeply and tried to drain him of his might!” 

 The shaft throbbed so powerfully against her that the princess thought it would explode right then and there. Instead, Zote lifted it on top of her and started coming again, this time letting a gooey stream of his seed wash down over her whole head, seeping through the gap in the mask to enter her eyes and mouth…

 No… Hornet tried to think away from its taste and smell, but her entire body rejected it. I can’t… She gazed up and saw the trinket shining on his chest, and both his hands were busily gripping his dick to keep it in place. All Hornet needed to do was jump up, grab it, and assert her dominance over the bug. I will make you regret this, you idiot! I’ve saved your life! And you cover me in your filthy seed? Even as she thought it, another gob of seed made it down her throat and caused her to gag. 

 Enough! Enough of this! She flexed her muscles in preparation and got ready to jump… only to get crumple back to the ground as Zote’s monster cock came crashing down on her head. “You must not look at Zote, whore! Have you not drained him of enough of his power? Now Zote must drain you of your power and put this evil back inside of you!” 

 His entire weight crashed on top of her, while his fingers quickly grabbed her by the silken leash once more. Choking her fiercely, he spread out her legs and plump butt, struggling with the size of his shaft to aim the head towards her cunt. 

“No!” the princess managed to scream as she caught a breath. “Stop!” 

“Enough!” he bellowed, and she could feel the power of the trinket mellowing down her survival instincts. “Zote will finally regain his full strength and might!” 

 Hornet shook in horror as she felt the heated head of his dick pressing against her cunt. To her eternal shame, she was as wet as could be in preparation for him, practically dripping against the dick as it started pushing inside. Terrified, the princess stilled herself, using all her mental energy to make it as painless as possible, though she could feel every bump and spike on his dick as it slowly rolled inside of her. 

 Perhaps it won’t be so bad, she thought hopefully. Perhaps I could even enjoy if I just surrender to this moment. Fine, then, you brute, use me if you must! She moved her head to the side to glance at him, but Zote’s quickly smacked her, then pulled harder on the leash and started asphyxiating her again. “You do not look upon Zote!” 

 Hornet moaned as the shaft progressed inside of her, then reached down and helped it along by spreading and massaging her own pussy lips. Yes, this isn’t so bad… I can tolerate this… However, the head finally reached a point where her pussy tightened to such an extent that it could no longer pass. “That’s enough,” she whispered. Zote, though, was kept trying to push it through. “That’s enough!” 

 This time, his fist made contact with her stomach, a blow so powerful that it blacked her sight for a few moments. “Zote’s bodysword is not even halfway inside!” he reprimanded. Then he slapped her tits and pulled on them teasingly as he used his retard strength to push it even deeper inside of her. 

 Hornet, her body half-broken and now running out of air, screamed helplessly and mostly soundlessly as the oaf took complete and utter control of her body and savagely impaled her on his dick. She could feel every single one of those spikes now as they made it deeper into her, and parts of her body she was not aware existed suddenly hurt as Zote forced them into action and started spreading his hot seed into her depths. 

“Yes! This is how it must be, Whore! At last, Mighty Zote can feel his strength coming back to him!” 

 He wrapped his massive arms around her body as the last quarter of his went in inch by painful inch, not so much pushing at this point as forcing her down on his spiked cock in order to impale her. “You will take it! You will suffer as Zote has!” 

 Hornet couldn’t even think. There was no way she could pretend this was pleasurable. Whatever pleasure there was quickly washed away as every spike grinded against her soft insides. Even if it were much thinner and soft, the depth alone would have given her trouble, but in its current form it felt like someone was carving her from the inside out, one thrust at a time. She sobbed weakly as Zote fucked her mercilessly, joyously singing a tune to himself as his dick nearly filled her up completely.

 This was more than just humiliation… It was torture… Even as the princess hoped that he would soon finish and stop, she knew that she would never be the same again. 

 Pleased with the positioning of his dick, Zote pulled on the leash again as he held her against him and started powerfucking her as roughly as he could, a combination of his seed and her wetness exploding out of her little tiny pussy with each thrust of his monster cock. 

“This… is… what… you’ve… earned!” he insisted, but he sounded incredibly angry and frustrated, and soon he started landing blows all over her body as he wrecked her inside and out for his satisfaction, pushing her as he thought was a knight’s duty to do. A terrible roar sounded as he came over and over again, as his spikes grew even bigger inside of her, too big to even come out when he attempted to thrust in and out. 

 As the sea of pain swallowed her completely and left her mind blank, the last thing Hornet heard was “WHORE!” shouted in her ear as the silken thread bit her neck hard enough to knock her out. 





 A few days later they were both travelling back towards the stag station, though Hornet now walked on all fours at Zote’s side, listening to his rambling, adhering to his commands like a good pet as he held her by the silken leash. He kept her because his dick remained monstrous in size and shape, and thought that only by fucking her enough that it would go down in size and that things would return to normal. And so her life became that of a fucktoy and a defender when anyone threatened him. 

“Aha! Zote has finally found a place to relax!” he said, as they came upon a clear river. 

 Hornet padded towards it, and as she gazed down she saw her own reflection: naked and dirty, with a mask so cracked that all it would take was a few more blows to get it to come apart entirely. And scratched across the mask the entire length were a few poorly-designed letters that made one word: W H O R E.

