The Nymph's Journey (Mouse/Xanaphia)

Blaise Bloodwyrd strode through his laboratory with eager but controlled purpose, black and red robes billowing behind him like a dark banner. His dark eyes glittered with purpose in a face that looked far younger than its many years, more akin to a man in his mid-thirties than one in his late eighties, with a well-trimmed goatee and dark locks that had been swept back so many times by a hand brushing through them that they simply stayed that way. Magic rather than actual labor kept him fit, if not so physically strong as an orc or dock laborer, enough that he didn’t need an apprentice to assist him with menial tasks that the use of magic would be wasted upon.

Candles lit themselves as he entered the lab on the uppermost floor of his tower. Torch and lantern light from the city below filtered in through the open, barred windows. Silver Port stretched out, a thriving metropolis, one of only three in the kingdom. Many of the intelligent races gathered here for trade and politics. The Academy itself was located within the city walls. It was well known as a hub of prosperity in a land teaming with dangerous creatures, beasts and savages. Lesser known was its slave trade, but in Silver Port, you could get anything if you knew the right person to ask.

And Blaise Bloodwyrd knew many shadowy figures. Often he was called upon to perform experiments or spells most other mages wouldn’t dare perform. Curses were of a specialty to him, enchantment as well but it was fascinating to see another struggle to overcome the most bizarre of inflictions. One such curse he now suffered had nothing to do at all with magic.

His apparent youth was relatively new, and with it came stirrings he’d long since forgotten he’d ever felt. It seemed to him that as most of his youth had been spent obtaining power rather than pursuing the fairer sex, he’d earned some indulgence. And that was why the sea nymph now rested in the giant bird cage in the middle of his lab with food and drink spiked with lust potion.

She was a beautiful creature, and would do very nicely as a sexual partner, he had no doubt. And perhaps, experiment. It would be an enjoyable task to break her will, mold her into the perfect toy. Fae such as herself were notoriously fickle with magic, but then her species natural affinity with all things sexual should offset that particular imbalance. If not, it would be fascinating to see the results. Better still to partake of them.

“Good evening my dear,” he said as the room lit up, revealing tables covered in charts, graphs, tomes and parchments. Shelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with still more tomes and odder things still. An egg the size of a man’s head, a flask full of steam that occasionally took the face of a man, and a potted plant that seemed to be growing carnivorous jaws were just a few of the odds and ends. “How are we feeling this evening?”

Llyra lied quietly in her cell, listening to the ocean, as the tides rolled on. It was quite distant now, at least to her, one who had once called it home. She listened for her family, the other sea nymphs, the mermaids, the dolphins and whales… Nothing… she was too far away, and there were too many voices in this place.

She remembered as she dragged through the town, and the multitude of people she had seen there. More people than she would have thought possible existed in such a small place. Types she couldn’t have dreamed up if she slept for a hundred years. She was kept as a slave, not even a full day before she had been sold off. Apparently she went for quite a bit of money, sea nymphs a rare and prized possession, even this close to the ocean.

Of course, her family had warned her that this could happen if she wandered too close to the shore. That there were those that would take her from her home, that they would do anything to acquire her. And now, here she was. Locked in an iron cage, like some pretty little songbird. It was dark up here, and she was all by herself, despite the crowded city below them. The man who had bought her had left some food for her to eat. It was strange stuff, not like the food she was used to eating. Still, she forced it all down, determined to keep up her strength as best as she could.

She had been dress by the slavers that had captured her, but not enough that it made any sense to her. It was a thin white silk, gathered in such a way that it covered her breasts and hips. It didn’t do anything to keep her warm, as her skin had goose bumps. Her long auburn hair pooled at the bottom of her cage, and she played with it nervously, running her fingers through it to keep it from getting knotted.

The candles seemed to light themselves as she heard footsteps making their way up the corridor. She sat up now, believing the man who had purchased her to be returning. She had never seen a human man so close before ad it would have been quite fascinating under different circumstances. She wasn’t sure what he would want from her, why he felt she was worth paying, what he himself had said earlier was “An obscene amount of money.”

He asked her how she felt and she answered him honestly, hoping he might show a bit of mercy towards her. She still didn’t know what he wanted from her, so she didn’t see any harm in it. “I’m quite cold. I am not sure what the point of this dress is, but it is not keeping me warm in the slightest. The food you brought me tasted weird and I feel tingly between my legs.”

The cage door flew open at a flick of his wrist and a gesture of his hand lifted Llyra into the air by unseen forces and carried into the lab. “Best have a look at you then,” Blaise answered, guiding her over several incomplete experiments to a table with several bindings upon it.

“My apologies about the temperature, I’ll keep a fire in the hearth for you,” he said, lowering her to the table. The straps came to life, winding over her body, lashing around her arms to pin the down and below her breasts to lift them up through the fabric. Her legs landed upon a pair of wooden slats attached to adjustable metal rods. Leather quickly bound her knees and ankles to the slats, which then pulled away from the table and apart, completely exposing her sex.

“The food of course will taste strange to you,” Blaise continued in a conversational tone. “You’ve never eaten our cuisine before. I assure you, you will grow used to it. Perhaps we’ll find you a dish you enjoy soon.” He strode around a table with a cauldron that bubbled with something purple and smoked, though there was no fire beneath it, and stepped up beside her.

With a casual jerk, her ripped the gauzy dress from her hips, leaving her with only her breasts barely concealed, but otherwise completely naked. “And the dress isn’t meant to be warm. It’s meant to entice. We’ll see about new attire for you after we finish here. Maybe. I rather like this particular look.”

Rather than moving between her spread legs, he walked around to her beside her front and reached over to take a breast in one hand through the silken material that remained of what some might have generously called a dress. He squeezed and gently massaged, testing the weight of the orb and rubbing the nipple against his palm through the sheer fabric before stopping to flick it several times with his finger. “How does this affect the tingling between your legs? Please continue to be honest. I appreciate it, and you won’t like what will happen if I catch you lying to me.”

She was carried through the air as though this were the water she was so familiar with. Conveyed by invisible currents, she was brought to a table, lied on her back while her body was strapped down. She couldn’t move much, and she didn’t like that at all. The cage might have kept her contained, but at the very least she could move her limbs freely. She jerked against her bindings, but it was a fruitless endeavor, her meager strength no match for the strong leather trusses. Her breathing quickened, as she began to fear the things he might do to her, as she examined the reason he might need to hold her down so firmly.

Still, he spoke to her, so casually, as though being strapped down to a table were a normal thing, something he did often to those in his presence. He tore the clothes from her waist, her virgin slit exposed to him, and even with her legs spread the entrance was closed off to him. The nub of her femininity was beginning to swell with blood, as affected by the potion surging through her blood.

He stood at her side, his rough masculine hands groping roughly at her tender breasts. He wouldn’t have thought he was being harsh with her, but his calloused, thick fingers lacked the subtle touches of the fair folk. He was, after, the first man she had spent any amount of time with, normally surrounded by female sprites. She cried out as he fondled her, unable to concentrate on his instructions to describe what she was feeling. Her body language would have told him plenty, however. She squirmed as much as the straps would allow, her breasts escaping the cloth binding that barely contained them to begin with. Her hips bucked against the wooden table, her untouched womanhood blossoming before his very eyes.

She might not have understood what was happening to her, but generations of racial memories awoke within her body, recognizing the signs of desire to mate. Wetness was building between her womanly folds, preparing her against future penetrations. Both nipples were engorged with blood, standing stiffly against his curious fingers. Her face was burning up, as her skin was being to match her hair, and wordless nonsense was spouted from her lips.

Blaise made a gesture with his free hand and a full length mirror floated out of one corner to hover over the nymph, displaying to her, her every reaction to his touch. “You’re not proving very communicative,” Blaise complained. “We’ll have to record this in the mirror and look over things later. Perhaps then you’ll be able to describe in detail exactly what it is you are feeling.”

His fingers found the cloth of her dress that had shifted from her breasts and ripped it free as well before trailing down her ribcage. He drew little circles with his fingers down her side, over her belly and between her legs, halting just before touching her swollen sex. “What exactly is happening between your legs?”

Fingers caressed the insides of her thighs as he skirted between her legs so that her bare sex was completely exposed before him. He teased her sensitive flesh, never actually touching her womanhood but coming painfully close over and over again. “You’re growing very wet down here, slave. Let’s find out what happens when I use a less gentle touch.”

Blaise withdrew his hand, only to slap it back down directly upon her slightly open pussy with all the force his arm could muster. Flesh hit with a wet SLAP that sent stinging through his fingers and palms, coating his digits in her fluids. He wasted no time delivering a second slap and then a third, each as hard as the last.

“The abrupt application of pain seems to have an interesting effect on your physiology,” he said and leaned over to blow on her pussy, as if soothing an injury that had been coated in a stinging healing balm. Her skin had turned crimson from the slaps and her nether lips were completely open to him now. He’d have to make a point to look back into the mirror later to see her face at the moment of impact.

“Let’s see what happens when more…constant means are put to use.” His fingers snaked their way up her thighs, once again caressing her flesh gentle as feathers, at least by human standards, before coming to her clitoris. This time there was no hesitation before contact and he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Hard. And he continued to squeeze….

She tried to catch her breathe when he finally released her nipples from his grasp. She was completely exposed to him now, the soft white skin growing red in such lovely places. She could see herself in his mirror, her body on display so lewdly. Her legs spread wide, almost painfully so, her nipples perking up from his extending attention to them. The gleam of her moist sex, as a trickle of fluid seeped out.

“I can’t concentrate on speaking when you touch me so!” She stammered against his disappointment. Not that he was encouraged by her word to cease or even slow down. His rough, thick fingers inched closer to the opening, and she clenched herself tightly in apprehension. He didn’t enter her though, preferring to torment her more, crueler than before. His dense hand came with such force against her sensitive folds, she screamed out. But that did not deter him, as he struck her twice more, the thunderous smack as flesh connect with moist flesh. She writhed against her bindings, cutting into her flesh to keep her down firmly on the examination table.

Despite the pain, tingling from her tender sex, there was some pleasure too. A further effect of the potion most likely, causing her to confuse the signals for pain and pleasure. This became more apparent when she felt him pinching her nub, the dreadful delight surging through her core. She twisted away from him, bucking frantically to get his to release his powerful grasp on her most receptive spot. Tears flooded her eyes as the feeling became too intense, the potent mixture or agony and arousal.

“Please…please…please…ple…puh…” She cried out between moans and sobs, both aspects of his treatment coming through her voice. She was begging, but for what? Sea nymphs the world around would have been shocked there was a man alive who could spend this much time around the soaking wet virgin, and not be inside her yet. That there was such a man whose curiosity overpowered his lust.

The wizard worked as though time were not an concern for him, and perhaps it wasn’t. The nymph was young, having just entered her adult phase, and she would be as youthful and lovely for many, many years. Centuries easily. So much time to experiment on her, to trying all things imaginable by man on her. To subject to ever horror and delight the mind could conceive of. She was the perfect specimen for discovering the limits on humanoid sexuality and endurance. And she was at his mercy.

He released her clit, pinching it twice in quick succession to keep it erect. “Please what? I realize you’re having difficulty concentrating but I would appreciate it if you could attempt to remain coherent. You seem to be experiencing remarkably high levels of arousal. I have to wonder if part of this is perhaps due to your species or if you yourself are simply a masochist.”

Blaise ran a finger through her swollen sex, gathering up the leaking fluids and bringing them to his mouth. Tangy and musky, like most women, but with perhaps a stronger salty aftertaste, which made sense given her affinity for the ocean. He continued to run that single finger up and down her nether lips, first on one side, then the other, as he traced an arcane symbol in the air with his other hand.

A small glittering object floated through the air to his fingers and he brought it down to her clit. Hunched over her, Blaise’ reflection his what he was doing from Llyra in the mirror so that she could see that he was doing something, but not what. He looked over the item in question, sensing the small but potent magic contained within the diminutive gemstones and lined it up with her clit.

Normally a piercing in this area would go around the nub or through the hood, but this one was special. Blaise flicked her clit several times again as he lined up the point, then thrust it through and clamped the thing shut. Blood trickled over his fingers and then stopped as the magic kicked in.

The little barbell pierced her clitoris itself vertically, each end sticking out with a hair-fine chain of silver that ended in a glittering gemstone. “I know it hurts, but do not fear. This gem here,” Blaise said, lifting the top chain which ended in a glittering sapphire barely larger than a cluster of sand grains, “contains potent regenerative magic.”

She could now be used as harshly as anyone wished and within hours would be back to her completely virginal status. Tightness would never be a problem for her, though she may complain about the frequent return of her hymen. Given how much she seemed to enjoy pain he doubted it would be much of an issue for her.

He didn’t bother to explain the purpose of the ruby glittering at the end of the other chain with the power of its arousal enchantment. There was no substitute for the right touch, but just about anything would help now. At least initially. The gem’s magic wasn’t nearly so powerful as the sapphire’s, but it had its own appeal.

Absently his hand drifted up to squeeze and toy with her breath. “Tell me how you feel now. Does it still hurt?” He flicked her nipple twice before slapping the pert orb, leaving a crimson handprint on her already flushed flesh.

She whimpered once he finally released her, her entire body heaving in anguish and yearning. “It’s too much, please stop…” She begging, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. He ignored her, however, preferring to feel the soft lips, pink with lust and opening before him. His movements were swift and measured, some motivation beyond feeling the flesh of the virgin girl.

She watched as he cast his spell, her knowledge of magic was rather limited. She whined as he pinched her again, but let out a bloodcurdling shriek as he pierced her tender flesh. He had force it through the meat of her clit, hitting every nerve on the way through. She had bruises all over her body from the force of which she was fighting against the bindings. And she crying very loudly now.

He was speaking to her but she was sobbing too much to notice or care. Is that what her purpose would be, to be subject to his every whim or desire? The pain was dying down faster than she expected, and as she was calming down, he spoke to her, explaining the powerful regenerative magic of the piercing. She nodded weakly, arching when he pulled on the gem in demonstration. She thought that sounded fine, like some healing magic that would make the pain go away…wait.

“Why would I need healing magic to make the pain go away? Are you going to be causing me pain or harming me?” She questioned before he reached her breasts again. He ignored her concern, preferring to torment her breasts once again. Compared to what he had done to her clit, what he did now hardly affected her at all. She shook her head, sighing softly as his fingers teased the still perky nipples. “It feels kinda good, if a little intense still.”

She was breathing pretty hard now, her body shaking from the heartless treatment she had already received from this man. She hated him, hating how he hurt her so much, and hating how he made her feel, her body burning up from the inside. “Please, are we not finished yet? What more could you possibly want from me?” she beseeched him, sobs and moans filling the air.

“I doubt very much that it will have any great effect on the pain, but by your own admission you seem to enjoy it mixed with your pleasure,” Blaise said calmly as he viciously twisted her nipples and watched the effect it had on her slowly blossoming pussy. It was fascinating watching the lips slowly unfold like a flower, dripping with more and more desire as the nymph’s body betrayed her.

“And harm is such a subjective term,” he mused, slapping her breasts before dragging his fingers down her sides, over her hips to frame her pussy. With one hand he tugged at the little chains connected to her clitoral piercing. The magic of the jewelry would prevent it from ever simply being ripped out, though the sensitive flesh could still feel every sensation.

The tugging started gently, then grew steadily stronger and stronger, adding tension until the nub would have been ripped apart were the piercing not enchanted. He jerked it this way and that, as if testing for a weakness, though he knew full well there was none. “Much, much more little nymph.”

As he spoke, his free hand dropped lower between her legs, passing her pussy altogether until his fingers danced little light circles around her puckered asshole. Compared with the brutal treatment of her clit, Blaise finger pressed past Llyra’s sphincter with gentle care, pushing in until the second knuckle, then slowly withdrawing. In and out he pressed and pulled, yanking her clitoral chain in time with the penetration.

“I believe the merchant said your name was Llyra,” the mage said, tone still conversational. “It seems I should know it before I make you a woman. Tell me, do you have a preference on which of your holes I should claim first?”

There wasn’t much she could do against him now, but beg that he stop, her body going crazy with pain and desire. He ignored her pleas, presumably enjoying the reaction he got from her body as he spitefully twisted her nipples. She could see they were nearly purple from the torment she had thus far been subjected to, but her new owner was not in any mood to stop now.

She watched in the mirror and his hands moved down her body once more, finding their way to her sex once more. She shivered as he touched the piercing, taking it between his fingers. He began to pull on it, which felt quite enjoyable at first. She was moaning now, not bothering to hide her arousal, seeing no point in it. Perhaps if he knew which things were agreeable for her and which were dreadful, he would stick to tenderness. Sure he did not intend to cause her pain for pain’s sake, even if it produced the same stirrings from her body.

Of course, that didn’t last, as he was tugging on her clit with increasing force, threatening to rip it from her body. She howled at this, the pain was worse than any she had felt before. Once again she struggled against her bindings, her body bruising more and more now.
The trusses would leave quite a mark on her otherwise flawless skin, leaving her sore for days. After some time she stopped, whimpering pathetically as the cruel wizard yanked at her sensitive nub.

She felt tears rolling down her cheeks as his finger prodded the spot between the other two. It took some force to push past the snug entrance, and she let out a low groan as he breached her perimeter. His finger was spreading her lower hole so gently yet vehemently; she wiggled away from the sensation. At least he was no longer trying to rip off her clit, just tugging it in time with his strokes.

He had given her a choice of which orifice her was make use of first, but she still didn’t understand what he meant. Wasn’t he already claiming her ass, with his finger pushed in so? All the while, her pussy throbbed in jealousy, just aching for something to find its way in, the sopping wet slit begging to be stuffed in.

“My pussy, please” she begged now, as the hole drooled in desire.