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~ Mage's Choice~ {Catastrophy}

Hitting the wall, might have only knocked the breath out of him, if his shoulders weren’t previously injured. The pain gave him a little pause but he forced himself to refuse to stay laying down. Starting to his feet, he barely realized the smoke had not restrained him like in the past till he was about at the end of the chain. Being in his elven form he was more acutely aware of his surrodings but still barely managed to come to a stop before choking the hell out of himself. Growling, he stared at the mage.
“What I am is natural… I was born like this… that… that…”Gesturing at the animal.
Moving with all the speed he could muster, he scooped up the dagger and flung it at the mage. With the pain, the dagger went wide of its mark. He should have probably stopped and realized the mage was baiting him like this. With the chain around his neck, he was beginning to feel like a caged animal and hated it.
 
Anrak calmly got to his feet, brushing off his robes like he had all the time in the world. " And here i thought you were beginning to behave. And then you try to kill me not once, but twice! " He shook his head in mock disappointment " I'll have to teach you a lesson. . a big one now. . " He picked up the vial, thankfully only a little bit had spilled out. " Maybe i should test what happens. . when you bring the intellect of an animal, into the body. . of a humanoid " Watching Daray closely, he let another dog out the cage, chanting the incantation by memory now "Alzhum Kahlera Alzhum Kahlera Del-Ra Kahlera Helarr" he spilled a little more dust unto the dog. It started becoming green, growing, expanding its fur being replaced by slimy skin and scales untill it finally reached its full size, a seven foot tall, or rather a seven foot long lizardman. It now crawled on the floor like a dog, an unnatural imitation of what it had been earlier. "Hmm, splendid! The pheromones will still work then!" He scratched his chin once, directing a wicked smirk over at Darays direction " You said you were familiar with hell hounds hmm? well im not, lets see if i can simply. . transform this into a figment. . of my imagination!" He turned to the dog, chanting even as he moved towards it "Alzhum Kahlera Alzhum Kahlera Del-Ra Kahlera Helarr" As the spell took effect, the dog grew slightly taller, and much greater in its width, its brown fur being replaced by charcoal black scales and patches. An extra head growing out, besides the other that somehow twisted and bended untill both heads were directly in the middle, both new set of eyes growing fiersomely red. "Is that what a hellhound looks like darling?" He patted the hound on each of its head, endlessly amused by hes new pets. "Now, change back or i burn your arm off, no matter what shape you take it wont heal if its nothing but a black lump of coal." He picked out red bottle from the bottle, muttering under his breath so that when he began moving towards daray, his right hand was glowing brightly orange.
 
“I am not a tamed pet…”
After watching the transformation of the lizard, he paced away from the end of the lead. Afraid what it would mean if he used it on her. Pacing back to the window. Still furious. After starring at him, he actually waited till the mage approached before shifting back to her female elven. Growling in pain, both in her hand and shoulder. Leaning against the wall, her shoulder hurt as was getting worse if she kept shifting like this and using it.
“Don’t sound surprised that I tried to kill…. I told you, you were safe for an hour… you never negotiated for anything more…. ”
 
" Indeed i didnt, just like you havent negotiated for your safety either. See we're both playing by the rules here " He grabbed hold of the chain with his glowing hand, quickly melting the links that held it. With his other hand he lifted the bottle to his mouth, pulling off the plug with his teeth. The aroma quickly spreading out into the room. "Here" he said offering the bottle "This will help you against the pain, it feels nice, trust me" Out of the corner of his eyes he eyed his two beasts, they were already sniffing the air curiously. He could also hear the dogs shuffling in the case, awfully silent as they all looked over in the direction of the smell. It was however, not as clearly noticeable for humans with their weaker senses. He wasnt exactly sure how it worked, at the very least he did know that it had a soothing in addition to stimulation it somehow gave off, but that was the question. How should it best be applied? hmm, he decided to think of it as another experiment. Even trivial knowledge such as this might have its uses sooner or later.
 
“I don’t want that…”
Anger starting to give way to fear. Whatever he had concocted was not good. Trying to stay away from him. With her chain now in his hand that could prove a problem. Even as she thought that, a new thought crossed her mind. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Before she could talk herself out of her, she grabbed the chain with her left hand and yanked hard. The next move required her to ran past the strange animals. Running for where she had thrown the dagger. Not that it had done any good but at least it was something in her hand.
 
As she yanked, he simply let go of the chain, the glowing iron to flying towards her by her own force. He began chanting, first turning his hand back to normal, then taking out throwing them to the ground to create new black clouds. He sighed, he'd have to punish her more now. "You just dont get it do you?" he said as he sent the smoke flying to catch her arms and legs. He still had the bottle in his free hand. He sighed as walked over to her, since he wasnt sure, he decided to spread it all between her legs, pouring it into his hands before applying it. Then, almost as an afterthought, he applied it on her lips, placing a hand inside her mouth firmly grabbing her jaw and pouring some of it down her throat. Just to be on the safe side.
 
Darcy growled softly in frustration. Hating him. But there was no more she could do, stand there and wait for her punishment. First a slight tug pulled the knot in her pants loosing, letting them drop to the floor. Closing her eyes, she waited for it to be over. She flinched feeling his hands rubbing over her body, spreading the liquid. The wetness made her aware of a light breeze on her skin. A shiver went up her spine.
“don’t do this….” She mean it as a command but even to her own ears she was begging. She did not even know what he had done to her and she was afraid.
When she felt the bindings finally loosen, she dropped to her knees. Not bothering to support her own weight anymore. No use in fighting he got what he wanted. Now it was a matter of waiting to see what that was. Maybe if she would get off lucky again tonight and he would be done with her after she sucked his dick. Shuddering again, her breath catching in her throat. That thought was not suppose to have an effect on her body. Damn him!!! She did not want to think about that. To think about the fact that he had left her turned on that night after sucking him off. Moving a hand to her hair, in an effort to make those thought stop. About that same time she noticed the dogs were sniffing more and more, a few whines escaping those in the cage. The true horror had not set in just yet…
"what is it that you did to me?"
 
He smirked at her. "Consider it a love potion" He said, amusement lightning up in his eyes. The cerberus, or hellhound was already lining up behind her, eagerly tossing its heads, tongues hanging out of its maws. "Hmm, we need a few more things, for the perfect mood!" he exclaimed as he guided his smoke over to the end of the wall pulling his large oaken chest towards him. Placing it infront of her. "Just stay there now" he said, as he went over to the diminishing stack of chains. He had barely turned his back before the hound had already leapt onto Darcy, its weight alone forcing her forward onto the chest. Hearing the gasp, Anrak turned around just in time to see it insert both its black scaly monstercocks into both her holes, not giving any levy as it proceeded straight to fucking her like a dog. quickly and tirelessly slamming its dual cocks in and out of her.
 
The change in the air one moment was all the warning she had, the next she felt a hard hit against her back and shoulders, pressing her against the chest. Once she was down the paws moved from her shoulders to her ribs, pinning her in place with the massive weight. Before realization hit her, she felt something massive being shoved inside of her body. Screaming. For a long moment all she could do was scream as she like her body was being ripped apart. The initial entry and pain completely overtook her mind and body. It started with black spots then complete blackness. Passing out for several minutes, she came back awake feeling the massive animal slamming into her. Threatening to break her lithe elven body apart at the joints. God it still hurt. She prayed that she would pass back out, but no such luck.
When she thought it couldn’t get any worse, she felt stretching, expanding. It’s knot. Terror filled her knowing that if it got inside of her she was truly stuck until the creature was done with her. Her legs moved as if she was trying to escape but she it did nothing but seemed to encourage the animal. Its mouth coming down on her shoulder to hold her in place. She felt its teeth sink in, drawing a few drops of blood but she was barely aware of the pain. Acceptance finally completely coming to her, she pressed her left wrist against her mouth to muffle the sounds of her screams and cries.
For the first time since the ordeal began, she moved her eyes to try to find the mage. Almost having forgotten about the man. Knowing she should not look at him. It was unlikely she was going to see regret in his eyes. Actually she anticipated seeing victory and lust as he had the night he had fucked her. Her eyes had barely flicked over his face before looking back to the floor a short ways in front of her.
 
Anrak could only watch. He had expected having to position the creatures but it seemed the powerful potion let them perfectly fine. Seeing as the chain wasnt needed after all he let it drop to the floor, walking over to his armchair turning it around before he sat down and leaned back to enjoy the spectacle. The lizardman had raised itself onto its hind legs and desperately watched as the hound pounded into her, walking back and forth making a strange gurgling noise that must probably be the lizardman equilavent of a bark. Suddenly, it turned its head sniffing the air as it caught the scent of another large concentration of the liquid. It awkwardly walked around her, bending forward sniffing at her face before letting its long forked tongue out, licking her face. It was had clearly discovered something, making a pleasant sound emit from its throat. Its cock or the thing that stood out from where it should have been was literally writhing around, it was green and seemed to be excreting some kind of slimy ooze holes all along its length. Unlike a normal dick it wasnt straight, but more of a tentacle like thing. While the dog hadnt had anything like it in its earlier shape, instinct seemed to guide it as it almost as if it had a will of its own it was already pressing against her sexy full lips. Behind her, the hell hound kept pounding its twin one foot cocks tirelessly penetrating two holes again and again in its doglike tempo.
 
Darcy tried to panic as the forked tongue ran over her face. Tried to feel terror. But there was none. Nothing seemed to take away from the pain. A soft whimper escaped her lips as the lizard attempted to move into position. Moving her right hand from its position on the box to her place it over her mouth. The movement really hurt but it was worth it to avoid letting the thing past her lips. Shakily, her left hand moved away from her mouth to catch the shaft. Letting it slide through her fingers. For the moment that seemed to stall it from its orginal goal though she was not sure for how long. It crossed her mind to inflict pain but she feared the repercussions. If not from the creature then from the mage.
Another soft cry escaped her lips. Suddenly her body twisted, as she felt the dogs nails raked down her ribs, its grip tightening on her. It felt like she was being pulled back though she could not be sure. Each time he pulled back, she felt like he was about to pull the knot from her, it stretching both of her holes. Darcy had to make an effort not to tighten her hands. The memory of the mages rape was heaven compared to this.
Wondering how long she could keep the lizard thing staisfeid with her hand. Though maybe she would get lucky it would not know the difference. A thought crossed her mind. If it did not finish before the dog, would it try to take its place in her? God! Darcy didn’t realize her jaw had dropped open with that. At least until she felt him surge through her fingers pressing against her splayed hand.
“…please… please…” Why she expected him to save her, she didn’t know but she looked at the mage one last time but she knew she had few options.
 
As she held the lizard at bay with her hand, the slime quickly coating her fingers the monster moved closer, seemingly satisfied. As her mouth fell open however, the green cock almost instinctly shot forward, through her fingers, into her mouth and directly down her throat.
Almost simultaneously and without warning, the hound came, its hellish seed spewing into her, seemed unbearably hot and thick inside of her. It still thrust into her a bit, before it finally slid off her. Anrak had taken a green leatherbound book and was leasurely browsing its pages with an intrigued frown. He raised his eyes to the scenes now and then, not sparing a look at Darcy but instead at the lizard before turning his attention back to the book. Inside now, having escreted most of its slime the lizard cock could finally let out its counterhooks. As more of it slid into Darcy, a new row of tiny green appendages unfolded just inside her mouth, at the each each a shard clawlike piece of bone. When the next row got inside of her, the new ones folded back to unhindered slide deeper into her. " Hahaha " Anrak laughed as he realized what sort of monster he had brought about. He had really been creative this time. He scanned the creatures entry again. The eggs should come about anytime now.
 
The victory of the beast pulling out of her ass and sex was lost on her as the lizard managed to secure a place in her mouth. The dogs hot cum ran down her thighs. After a lick or two she lost track of where the dog went to. Darcy choked feeling the thing in her mouth. Unlike the mage, she felt no urge not to stop from biting, or letting her teeth skin it. Murmuring, panicked. She had to keep reminding herself to breath slowly. By the time it hit her gag reflex, she had forgotten and started coughing.
Body shuddered violently. Despite the fact that the dog no longer held her down she could not think straight enough to get up off the chest. Seeing black spots, she renewed her effort to relax. Feeling it surge deeper into her throat and into unnatural places in her body. It was somewhat successful at least until she felt a lump. There was little more that she could do but swallow it down. A minute later there was another one. After about the fourth or fifth on, Darcy forced herself not to think about. Trying to let herself believe it was just the movement of the thing. By the time she felt it begin to pull back, her throat was raw.
For while it remained just past her gag reflex, only moving in and an out about in inch or so. Darcy was not thinking straight enough to try to pull her head away. Throat convulsively swallowing around it, till it pulled back the last few inches. Gagging again, she felt like she was going to get sick. There was a bad after taste in her mouth that did not make it any easier.
Unlike the dog she did not hear it move away. For a moment she thought she didn’t care, but even as she thought it, she knew better. Mustering the last of her energy she managed to slide off of the chest. The movement made her more aware of her bruised ribs, the dog had truly done a number on. Laying next to the chest, she curled on her side, closing her eyes again.
A hundred thoughts went through her mind. The desire to get cleaned up, get these creature’s scent off of her and out of her. The need to heal too many wounds. Sleep, sleep would be a great idea to. The dagger, the dagger was somewhere. A shudder went through her remembering the things were still in the room with her. As many thoughts that went through her mind, she knew she couldn’t do much about any of them.
 
Slamming the book together, Anrak got up, picking up the first vial, spreading it onto the dog and the lizard while muttering the now familiar incantation. He didnt spare them a glance as he kneeled down to Darcy, their horribly mutated frames falling to the ground as he placed a hand on her cheek, brushing some hair away from her beautiful face. " Have we learned our lesson yet? " he asked, in an almost sympathetically soft tone. He had originally planned for her to be ravaged by one more creature but between lizard eggs and black demon cum, he felt she had had enough. He couldnt have her walk around with eggs inside of her either he thought as he looked at her stomach, it bulged sligthly, the contours of a few of them actually visible. For now however, she first needed rest he decided as he picked her up. He walked over to the bed, gently laying her there, draping the blanket over her. "There there darling" he whispered.
Now was a good time for finding a more comfortable way to keep her. He studied her for a moment, deciding that she wasnt going anywhere anytime soon, before he walked out the door.

He first came back several hours later, carrying several things. A silk wrapped, iron enforced leather collar, made in just the right size, along with a matching black leather leash, and a new smaller chain. In his other hand he balanced a huge platter on top of a basket, filled to the rim with various meats, vegetables, cheeses and bread.
 
Darcy opened her eyes, blinking. Not entirely sure what she felt as she looked up at him. Anger was gone, at least she couldn’t feel it past the pain. That disturbed her but she did not push herself. It was probably a good thing. She really did not need to feel like provoking him into another fight.
A few hours had passed, in that time her body had been trying to heal. She did not think much had healed. None of her wounds were life threatening so they were probably healing in no particular order. Ribs bruised all to hell. Throat felt raw, fucked. She was aware that her shoulders were still injured but she could not feel the pain past the new injuries. Even the burn on her hand did not compare to her ass and sex. Up till this point she had avoided thinking about the list. And it seemed like a good idea to stop again.
“Puppetmaster…. I am really not hungry…” The words came out soft and slow. Throat still raw and bruised. At least it felt better than her ribs did.
 
"Thats would be because of the eggs" he replied, pointing to her belly. He placed the tray onto the bed, and emptied the basket on to it as well, mixing the food and spilling some, but he barely cared. "I assume you dont want to bear the lizards offspring altough" he paused for a moment before continuing, placing special emphasis on could."You could say that he was the same race as you, a shifter that is" Covering the weaved basket with a thick cloth, he offered it do her, holding out it infront of her. " Theres only one way out, the same way they came in "
 
“I am really going to kill you for this…” There was no conviction in her voice. At the moment she found all she really cared about was getting those things out of her.
Extremely carefully she rolled off the bed to her knees. Using her finger down her throat, to force herself to vomit. It took a couple of tries to before she managed to get her body to release them. Throwing up until nothing came up and her head hurt. Pushing the basket off of her lap. Wanting to get them away from her.
“… He is not anything like me… He is not a shifter… he is your creature…puppetmaster… not natural… ”
Staying on her knees, she looked up at him. Starting to run a hand through her hair, the pain made her stop. For a long moment she looked at the burn on her palm. “What did you do to that dagger?”
 
Ignoring her little threat, he simply watched as she did her business.
He took the basket from her, carefully so not to break the eggs. He wanted to test them, to ascertain exactly what traits were kept in the shifting process. He turned to her again after placing them over on his table.
"What makes a shifter then? if its not for its . . well shift" he asked her with a raised brow.
He only smiled when she asked him about the dagger. "No weapon can harm me darling Darcy. You may as well give up and start behaving, i truly wish no harm to come to you" he replied, stroking her hair
 
“I am not a freak that was created… I was born to a family… to a clan…” Growling softly at him.
Darcy did not make a comment on the weapon or behaving. Cursing silently. Killing him by bare hands was going to be difficult. Slowly she made the effort to climb back on the bed. Staring at the food, she knew she needed to eat but she still felt ill. Rationally she knew she had to ignore the ill feeling and eat otherwise she was not going to have the strength to heal her brutalized body. As much as she hated him for putting her body through this she was thankful that he had not denied her sleep and food, both extremely important for her body to heal the damages on its own. She was still considering how badly she wanted to eat when a new thought crossed her mind.
“I don’t suppose I could convince you to bring bandages back with you…”
 
He nodded then held his chin between his thumb and index finger. Fixing her with a cold stare" Hmmm, i'll bring you all the bandages you want if you show me your forms. All of them " Pausing for a moment, he suddenly added
" Ohh, and here, i have a new collar for you, hold still " He transformed his hand to its searing shape, running a finger over her current one untill he had melted through. Pulling it off, he eyed it for a moment before throwing it towards the now small pile of chains. He held up the new collar to her. For some reason he thought it would have a more. . psychological effect if he let her put it on herself.
 
“I cant… wont… shift like this… the pain would be unbelievable.”Darcy was considering if it was worth showing him more forms for bandages. She could heal without them. It just took a little longer. By the time they were nearly healed she would be hurt again. There was little doubt of that in her mind. She blamed it on him. She could behave just fine, he was the problem.
Looking at the collar she considered tell him to go to hell. Not that that had done her much good in the past. Staring unmoving, she waited for him to put it on her. It took her several minutes before she realized he expected her to do it. Darcy was not sure how she felt about that. Taking the collar, she twisted and turned it to look it over. It was nothing too special but she was aware of the weight it carried. For a minute she considered if she refused. Then she moved and the pain reminded her she was not in the shape to refuse.
“Show you all my forms is not worth a few bandages…”
 
When she didnt put he held up the old iron ring. " If it doesnt suit you then i can put this one back on you? " Lifting an eyebrow, a broad grin spreading on his lips "So you indeed have more than the four shapes that you have showed so far." He gave off a short laugh. "That piece of information is enough to earn you the bandages" he remarked as he went to his table, taking out two rolls from one of the lower drawers. He threw them to her then looked around the room and gave off a huge sigh. Three corpses lay about on the floor, along with ropes and the chain he had dropped earlier. I really need to clean this up He gave a look at the dogs in the cage. "Hmm, these can get out themselves" he said, opening the cage and then the door as he shooed them out. "Let the servants handle them"
 
Staring at him, she closed the collar around her neck. Adjusting it and playing with it for a few minutes. Darcy made no comment about her other forms. Wishing he would forget that. Well at least she was off the hook to showing him for a moment. Two bandages, one for the deep gashes on her ribs, one for her burned right hand. Fair enough. As he went about cleaning up, she bandaged herself. Next she forced herself to eat. Still no appetite but it was important.
Darcy became extremely tense when he released the dogs. They were just regular dogs. It would not have surprised her if he had choose to let them loose on her like his other creatures. Pushing herself across the bed. Away from them, away from him. Until the door shut after the last dog, she held her breath. Afterward, she tried to get her shaking hands under control. Looking at the bed she tried to get herself back under control.
 
" Now what do i do with these things " he wondered. Getting an idea, he took one of the smaller bearskin rugs, and threw it inside the cage, turning to Darcy holding the gate open with one hand while he made an inviting gesture with the other. " Get in. And change back to your male shape. The one i first saw you with. And stay that way while i fetch the guards and have them clean up this mess. " After Daray or Darcy got in, he locked the door. Giving it a strong pull to test that it was still functionable before he went out the doors, bringing back with his a handful of guards whom he quickly commandeered to get rid of the corpses, no questions asked of course, handing them each a coin as they went out. " Now, i think ill have some well earned rest " he said as he retired onto his bed.
 
Daray was less than surprised when the door was not unlocked before the mage left. He found that he did not care enough to try to call the mage back. Already curled up on the rug, he slept in his elven form, letting his body heal. Nightmares had him twisting and turning. Images from other creatures to the same two he had introduced to her. Images of her giving birth to the things pups and eggs. Waking in a cold sweat and sick to his stomach, he forced himself back under control. The last thing he really wanted to was get sick.
After a while, he managed to fall back to sleep. Sleeping more fitfully this time. It was several hours before something disturbed his dreams again. Waking, he laid still trying to get his mind in body together. The disconnected feeling did not last too long and soon he was sitting up. Looking around for the source that had woke him. A look around the room and no source was apparent. Resting against the bars, he pushed the thoughts out of his mind for a while.
 
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