The Magician's Apprentice (Qedesha, mercurial)

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"When you dance with the Devil, the Devil don't change, the devil changes you" - Joaquin Pheonix as Max California in 8 mm

It is a world much like our own. It is the middle of the 18th Century, and the place is London England. The difference is that magic exists. Many common profession include some elements of magic, for instance a farmer might practice green magic and a sailor might practice blue. A sorcerer has mastered a single field of magic, a Magus has mastered two. There is only one Arch Magus, a master of all five kinds of magic, and s/he is known simply as The Dark Master.

S/he is thousands of years old, and long ago abandonded antiquated notions like gender or even species. S/he can be or appear as anything s/he likes. Being ancient s/he has had many apprentices in the past, but has not taken a new one in more than a century. Being the only known Archmagus, only s/he can tutor another like her/him.

Candidates from the white magic shool, who are anxious to vault over those above them and nieve enough to attempt to court the Dark Master have sent messages through intermediaries. After monthes of waiting each recieved a letter sealed in black wax under the Dark Master's glyff. The letter read as follows.

Dear Applicant,
I am intrigued by your messages. It has been an age since I took an apprentice, and even longer since one came from the white school. I will entertain your request in person at the tavern of the Three Masts on tuesday at 9:30 in the evening. Dress in your best, how you appear and act will be pivitol to my ultimate decision.
DM​

The tavern mentioned is in the worst part of London, the docks district. It is a place where people routinely disappear. It is filled with drunken sailors and reprobates of all description. The appointed day and hour has arrived, and the maidens stand outside this place. Their noses are filled with the scent of pitchtar and salt air. The place itself it aweful, a barely standing structure who paint has been pealed away by the salt air. Loud and bawdy music can be heard from the streets as well as laughter and revelry. They are the cusp of a decision, move forward or turn back...

 

[Qedesha]

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Tabitha Weaver clung to the front of her skirts, unheeding the rumpling of her new hooped gown. The new corset was uncomfortable, poking her in umfamiliar ways, but she had to admit that it was a dress that matched her form in attractiveness. A pale, oval face surrounded by flaming red ringlets that escaped the silly lace cap that fashion insisted she wear. The fifteen-year-old's figure was still forming, but she had enough bosom to fill the bodice distractingly, and a flat enough waist and wide-enough hips to help her dress flare out over the hoops to its full potential. The shimmering green dress with white trim stood out against the grey background of the docks tavern.

It was the bawdy, dirty surroundings that really made her nervous. Privilege still held sway in London, and nothing more than an upper class accusation was still quite sufficient to have someone from the lower classes incarcerated... and she was dressed comfortably enough to appear to be upper-class... but this was edging into a place where there were few authorities around to direct the accusation through. The magus glyph pinned to her bodice was more protection... only a fool challenged a serious practitioner, even from the white school, no matter what their age.

She glanced around, lurking outside the tavern, hoping to see someone else who might be on a similar task. The cold air, and the adrenaline in her body, made her shiver.

 

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From the docks a large group of sailors come abling down the cobblestone street. They sing sea shanties, and are generally in a good mood. They are a diverse lot having large men of scandanavian and african heritage, small men of asian heritage, and all sorts of those in between. There are around twenty of them and as they approach Tabitha can hear conversations among them about how much they have gotten paid and what they plan to spend their money on, which mostly entails drinking and whoring.

As they approach her white clothing stands out even in the moonlight and there are some appreciative cat calls and wolf whistles. None of them actually approach her, but they make lewd comments about her young body, about how red heads are supposedly great in bed, and other less savory things as well.

They open the door to the ramshackle tavern and the smell of the place blows out at her, a mixture of stale beer, stale urine, some kind of salted meat, and other things she cannot quiet distinguish. If she casts an olfactory enhancing spell she will be able to pick out wet fur, stronger drinks like whisky and vodka, the oder of rotting teeth, the smell of very cheap perfume, and the like. Her eyes can see into the tavern now as the gaslights are on and the party seems to be in full swing. There are a few women, dressed in the typical whore's red and perhaps 4 dozen men. If the place were to catch on fire it would burn them all easily as the wooden structure has fatlighter for insulation and there is only one way in or out that she can surmise.

The door is left adjar, seeming to becone her forward and at the same time scream out for her to run away and never look back. A low growl from the alleyway behind her alerts her to the presence of a very large canine who seems to be guarding its territory. His increased adjitation is further incintive for her to make her decision quickly.

 

[Qedesha]

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The peculiar English ability to simply ignore that which is displeasing, even though it's practically under one's nose, came to her aid. She appeared to not see the sailors, apparently taking an absorbing interest in the peeling paint on the otherwise featureless building across the grimy road. Her ears and cheeks however, blushing a red that challenged her hair for scarlet fury, belied her carefully affected poise.

It was ambition that spurred her on. The chance to grow, to learn, to expand the mind her fellow students had learned to respect, and to draw out new experiences... all of this had made her harass the Arch Magus with carefully penned letters, had brought her to this dark, potentially dangerous gathering, and now made her step through the inviting doorway and look about. The rising chill from the sea air and the rather frightening dog had certainly helped the decision as well.

She stood just inside the door, looking about with a healthy mixture of terror and, she was forced to admit, burning curiosity. The red-garbed women drew her eye and she regarded them with interest, with the carefully conditioned horror and pity of her society, and (admitted only to herself) a hint of envy. Their freedom, the control of their own destiny, and the ease with which they bantered with their potential customers... Tabitha wondered what it would be like to have such an open life.

The bruises on the women's bared arms and faces reduced part of that curiosity. It was a hard life. Most diseases brought from distant lands could be addressed quite simply, and pregnancy was of course easily controlled, but there was little to prevent the viciousness of drunken men. A corner of her mind still wondered what it would be like, under the control of a strong man, taken despite her desires, forced to degrade herself for the opportunity to eat. There was a thrill there, but one she buried quickly.

 

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As she stepps through the portal, the doors seems to close behind her as if of its own accord. Her presence is immediately noticed as a hush falls over the crowd of drunken sailors and the few whores who cater to them. Then as if on que one of the sailors makes a comment about how the high and mighty have fallen in with the riffraff and the revalry begins anew, her presence all but forgotten.

A strange thing happen to her then, as if some switch had been thrown in her mind, and she sees clearly a single open table off center of the room. Her mind makes the connection, it is obviously guarded by some illusion spell, meant to keep the sailors at bay from the Dark Master's table. As her eyes flick about she notices shadows in the dark corners she had not seen before. Femanine shapes in dark cloaks...The Dark Master's Apprentices, the sama intermediaries he sent to the quarterly sorcerer's society meeting. Smiles spread with crimson lips across bright white teeth, and hand motions are made for her to seat herself. The world bends again and she is conscious of both the table and the drunken debauchery around her. One of the previous sailors, a mountian of a redhaired man clumisly asks if she wants to dance with him. Another takes liberty, pressing his hand against her stomach and attempting to pull her into his lap.

The larger man takes her by the arm, and a tug of war ensues as both men attempt to claim her as prize. Then another hush falls over the group as the bar tender, an big man in his own right, wrappes a heavy club against the oakened bartop.

"None of that you feckless maggots. She has an appointment!"

This immediatly causes both of her assailents to let go and even to pardon themselves. The one she faces has his chin against his chest as he scurries off trying to go unnoticed with tail tucked firmly between legs. She is then given a wide berth, allowed to move about in the crowded room with no further molestation. The empty table becones to her, and now there is a single occupant. That occupant is as aout of place as she, but for different reasons.

An old crone seated where no one was only a moment ago draws a start from the young sorceress. Can this be the Dark Master? Surely not...it is obviously someone who has stumbled through the illusion, right?

 

[Qedesha]

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She was flushed from the struggle, busily tucking hair back into place and straightening her gown. It had been a moment of sheer terror, her slight body helpless against the sheer physical strength of the two men. She had had an array of spells to hand, any of which might have sent the men reeling... or at least driven them back for a moment... and the whole lot had fled her mind in the moment of crisis, washed away by the wave of panic.

And also, frighteningly, disturbingly... there had been excitement. Joy at the rush of emotion, thrill at the loss of control, the knowledge that no matter what happened it wasn't her fault, a freedom in itself. Even anticipation, the licentious evils that she'd been warded against, the pleasures of the flesh she was forbidden to enjoy, all dancing for her enjoyment in the vivid imagination behind her eyes.

She could still feel the heat, the sensitive skin from the hard, calloused hand that threatened to tear the silk of her dress. He'd pressed against the small space between the stays of her corset, somehow... through luck or experience... and she wondered how she'd felt to him. Had he enjoyed the touch, had he wanted more?

Her arm felt bruised, both did in fact, and she examined them for a moment. She didn't really see them, though, lost in her self-analysis, her quick yet inexperienced mind wondering at her own reactions, her own intentions. Then the view of the crone made her literally jump. Her mouth worked, words stillborn as she stares at the woman.

"The School of White greets you in peace," she said finally, taking refuge in the ancient, safe words. They weren't really rightfully her words... technically she should be a graduated Master to offer them, a rank still a few years away. Further words were lost on her as she watched the crone, hoping for an explanatory opening.

 

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The sound that comes from the mouth of the crone seems like a laugh, but not. There are very few teeth in her mouth, and the ones that are there are black. Her dirty and unkept face and body seem dim and worn out. The voice, though, the voice clearly doesn't belong to this body, or any body it is practically otherworldly.

"The School of White is not here, you are Tabitha. What you are here for doesn't include them, and if you think it does you should just leave now."

The Dark Master reclines in the body of the crone, a disguise s/he used often. S/he looked over the yound white sorceress appreciatively, she was young and ripe, exactly as DM liked them. S/he licked her lips in anticipation of tasteing this ripe young body. First, there should be a test.

"What you want here is what I have, the power over primal magic, the magic I learned all those thousands of years ago which has become segmented by small minded men and women. What I offer is true power, true magic, and it is what you want. For this I demand a high price, a five hundred year vow of servitude, absolute servitude. You will be mine, your body, mind, and soul will belong to me to do with as I please. If you do anything without permission, or refuse me in anyway, it will be my option to punish you or to rend the vow and strip you of all magic. While you contemplate this, a test. Walk out into the center of this room and remove every stitch of clothing. Return to this table naked as the day you were born or do not return at all. Do not worry none will touch you without my permission."

The crone stares hard at his/her prospective Apprentice. The stare is almost a dare, as if the crone doesn't believe she will comply.

 

[Qedesha]

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Tabitha felt the room swim around her, cheeks blazing red as she heard the command. The laughing crowd was a continual audible reminder of the eyes that would be watching her shame, the smells a reminder of the squalid environment, and there was a definite fear in the sound of the voice. It promised more and worse if she did this.

On the other hand... there was a tradition for masters to test apprentices in strange and occasionally dangerous ways, although she'd never heard of anything like this. The dare was there as well, enough to get the fiery redhead's dander up. There was also the fire of ambition in her heart, quite willing to push her into something like this if it was the path to her growth.

The thing that finally decided her, however, was the very real thrill that the thought sent through the darker parts of her mind. She wanted to do it, part of her realised... wanted to bare herself humiliatingly in front of all these people, have them stare at her body and lust after her. The very dark parts imagined the crone lying, the men here taking her, using her body roughly and casting her aside afterwards, soiled and broken.

She quivered as she pushed the thoughts aside and, before her courage broke, turned on her heel and strode to the middle of the room. The hair net fell first, her released hair spilling prettily over her shoulders. The gown was hard to undo, requiring some acrobatics, but it finally fell to the floor... she nearly stumbled as she climbed out of it, leaving her heeled shoes behind. The corset was fortunately laced in front and she was able to undo it... truth be told it didn't do much to her already curvy figure. Finally the shift was pulled over her head, revealing a lush, curved body that, despite her youth, had definite womanly promise.

Her head was down, cheeks matching her hair again as she turned to scuttle back to the table, bare ass wiggling with her sway as she tried to pretend that the room was empty.

 

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At first the room takes little notice of her return, it had already been made clear whom she was here to meet with. The roudy party continued and the drinking and laughing as well, until that is she began to peel off her clothing. It stopped everything cold, and the room went dead silent. Every eye was on her from that moment on, and you could have heard a pin drop.

The men began to breath heavily and some even had hands stroking themselves through their breaches. Some took slow droughts off mug to wet dry throates. Some simply stared in wide eyed facination as this white sorceress, a virgin, began to bear her body for them. Some did not believe what they were seeing and whispered (but clearly audible in the quiet) "Shes gonna do it..."

Somehow even the prostitutes stared at her with a mixture of jealousy and a hint of lust. In the dark corners, the shadows of the Dark Master's apprentices moved and whirled. A few of the men got close, so close she could smell their breath and see the shake in their hands, even watch them lear as her milky white flesh came into view.

"Shes blushing, look at how it makes her tits red."

"Her hair is red on her cunt too."

She heard all these and other more vulger comments about her body. As she crossed the shimmering curtain back into the protection of the illusion the Dark Master had changed as well. Now s/he appeared as a strange hybrid of a man and some kind of lizard. "I must say I am impressed. I didn't think you would do it. Very well, then, I will offer the vow." The lizard man produced a long document, written in the language of magic on yellow crinkly parchment. Even the ink seemed to glow. It read as he said it would, in a kind of magical legalese. She realized that there were no loopholes, that signing this document she was selling every part of herself for the next five long centuries. Instead of handing her a quill and inkwell, she is handed a straight pin and empty well. "Prick you finger and bleed into the well, you muist sign in your own blood, after all..."

 

[Qedesha]

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Tabitha was shivering when she came back to the table, a mix of the adrenaline and the relief that the moment was passed. She was desperately trying to ignore both the warm hint of slickness between her legs and the vague disappointment that nothing had happened to her.

The prick of the pin made her wince and she nearly dropped it the first time. The view of the changed dark master had surprised her, but not hugely... she'd seen and read of such transformations in her initial training, although it did make her wonder what his true form would be.

She worked with her finger and the well, having to prick the other one to get enough of the dark red fluid in the small container. Finally she set it down on the table, then waited for the next instruction. Even though she hadn't quite signed she was already behaving as if she would obey every command.

 

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A smile came across the Dark one's lips. He anded her a quill, and the instruction was clear. All the time she is signing in a shakey hand, the creature that will own her sits across from her, learing at her. When she had signed, he laughed hysterically and snatched the paper away. "Mine!" It screams in a kind of hysteria. Then its face turnes back to her, becoming hard and cruel. A wave of its hand and the shimmer evaporates, her table now drawing the attention of the patrons.

The Dark One walks around to her side of the table and his/her apprentices appear, seemingly from nowhere. It would be an almost comical sight, a humanoid aligator wearing the trappings of a homeless woman, if it were not so real. She can smell him/her now, a very animalian smell. Before she has a chance to move she is drug to her feet by the apprenitces. Their half shouded faces are twisted mockerys of the beautiful human women they once were. The room is completely silent again as the thing that now ownes her slowly and deliberately makes its way towards her.

It waves its hand again and a large glass jar, which looks as though it could hold a gallon or more of fluid appears on the table in front of her. "Because I own you, I will be your first. After me, anyone in the room who wantes you may have you for the price of a Farthing. She will do anything you want, and she will not hesitate or complain."

Then it bent in low and whispered to her, "When its over you can count the money, to know how many times you have broken your vow to the White school this day. Don't forget to add one, I will never have to pay for my pleasure." The lizard things lifts the skirt line until it is at his (now) waist and the thing that protrudes from its loins is like no penis she had ever seen. It was scales, slimey, and even flacid it was at least eight inches long and bigger around than her wrist. It had a wide flat head, which she would guess her longest finger might reach all the way across. It oozed a thick slimey substance which smelled more like rancid milk than anything else her mind could fathom.

The apprentices lash her to the table, the rough wood scratches at her sensative nipples and the cords are drawn tight around her wrists and ancles. She feels its cold scaely fingers against her most intimate area and the things voice announces, "She is practically dripping already." She feels it pressing against her, "She's tight too, this will take some work." The gathered crowd is now whooping and shouting histerically and she can hear the sounds of tiny coins falling into the jar as the men and women prepare to have their way with her. She can see the door from where she is, and it is opening, as a steady stream of new people file in...news travels fast.

Then she feels something entering her virgin body for the first time. She sees the lizardlike hands come down on the table and she knows it is working its unbelievable cock into her...

 

[Qedesha]

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She was fortunate... the shock of the sudden change in the creature's nature froze her to the spot, and she didn't try to struggle or run. The combination of the effects of the contract as well as the creature's ire would have made her fate even worse.

As it was the feel of her tight, virginal entrance being stretched made her cry out in horror and writhe in the bonds that tied her to the table. Her bare body hung over the harsh wood, head hanging over the far end, hair spilling in her face as she bucked against the painful, slimy penetration.

She thanked her lucky stars... or at least the sane part of her mind did... that she had already been wet and that the creatures member had been slimy. It meant she was stretched rather than torn. It still hurt, and she still squealed as she was violated, mentally as well as physically... and tried desperately to ignore that small part of her mind and body that was flooding with aroused lust and pleasure.

She whimpered again as she felt the frightening cock suddenly sink deeper inside her, shaking with the burn of the stretch, the wall of her virginity beginning to tear.

 

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The Lizard thing's cock feels strange in her body, its scales catch on the sensative walls of her pussy, and there is an odd down pointing tip which has extended from just behind and below the head. The Dark one is deliberate, pushing at her hyman without tearing it. He backs out a bit and pushes at it again. He repeats this over and over for many minutes as he stretches her opening and begins to break down the mental walls she has place as resistance. It is as if he can sense that part of her that lusts for this and has discerned a method by which he can allow that part to usurp the other.

There is another sensation now as well. She had not felt it at first but now with the pain subsiding a bit she notices it. It is a warm wet insitant pressure below his cock at the top of her slit where she knows her clitorous is positioned. As he minds eye trys to conjure the immage she feels it removed to her regret and replaced by a voice. "She tastes so sweet." The voice belongs to one of the prostitutes and suddenly she realizes, the woman was licking her! Yet another act which violates her vows to the White School, but before she can regret it she feels it again and her mind is torn between the two. Growling, the Dark one decides this is the proper time to take her virginity properly and his cock tears through her barrier in one hard stroke. The vibrato of pleasure and pain is the most intense she has ever felt in her short life.

 

[mercurial]

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Unlike the well to do women in the white dress, Alexandra stands out less. Her dress was a poor mid-wife's daughter's white, made with too-diluted bleach on tan-brown linen, once their betters had their shining cotton and wool. She wears no corset, the dress cinching itself to her young body, likely two years too small for her, the pattern cut before she had breasts or hips to fill it out. Now her chest strains against the garment, and she draws more stares than she would perhaps desire.

She had been surprised when her petition had been answered - tending to the sick, the poor, even some of the whores who now showed their attentions to the other apprentice - this was not a path that led to glory, or power. She waits a respectful distance away, unable to see what the other applicant is saying to him, but she soon sees her fate, a preview of what waits for her. Bowing her head and trembling quietly, she waits her turn.

 

[Qedesha]

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Tears streaked the girl's face, her soft body just slumped on the table now. The sharp, tearing pain as her virginity finally torn open had caused a high-pitched squeal, and the harsh movement inside her occasionally elicited a whimper as her body jumped involuntarily.

She was desperately trying to ignore the soft, sensual stroking of her clit, as well as the waves of pleasure that rode the pain and horrific sense of violation. It was a part of her she could not face up to, and yet was being forced to. The moans that occasionally escaped her lips felt like they came from someone else, and the expression of mixed pain and lustful pleasure on her face felt like a rubber mask on a doll.

Her pale form rocked under the thrusts that invaded her, the girl just waiting for the creature to slake it's lust and for the by-now huge crowd to use her as they would... the ordeal would be over soon, and she would survive, she knew it.

She just truely, deeply wished she could ignore the orgasm building within her.

 

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The master growled as he felt his cock sink deeper into her. It was only when the flat head of the invader kissed her cirvex that she understood what the smaller protrusion from beneath was for. As he puled back slightly that pointed tip was perfectly positioned at her g-spot. It was as if the master could senese exactly where it was, because he pushed in a little and pulled back enough to stimulate her there again.

He of course could sense her body beginning to betray her and he knew this was the time for him to spring another surprise on her. His body created a second cock, just above the first, one that pressed against her asshole. It also felt slimey, but this entrance had no natural lubrication so the pain was intense. She had no eyes down there, but this second cock felt skinnier, at least that was a plus. It did not stop growing, though, it seemed, as it snaked its way deeper and deeper into her bowles, far past where her cirvex marked a line of debarkation for the first dick. She flet the second pressing into her torso, and felt it turn with her intestines. How deep could the damned thing go?

There was another surprise coming, though. The Dark Master's voice entered her mind itself. I own you! You are my personal whore, I will sell you to anyone who will buy, and believe me there are a lot who will pay for your ass. You are a whore so you don't have a posterior or even a butt, you have an ass. You have a cunt. You are a cunt. You exist only to give pleasure to others. When I am done with you, you will have a man in your cunt, one in your ass, and either a cock or a cunt for your mouth. I will use magic to continually renew your energy and your virginity. Each time you are taken you will feel the pain of loosing your cherry. The monster continued to ram its double cock into her, able to keep his own orgasm at bay until it felt her own begin.

The Master sensed something new. It turned its gaze to the new apprentice and smiled an evil grin. "Don't worry, I'll be getting to you soon."

 

[mercurial]

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The girl nods timidly, her eyes frozen on the scene before her, quivering in fear. What had she done, what had she gotten herself into? She had lived for sixteen years and remained chaste, safe despite her low birth and humble calling. And here she was, standing and watching a fellow White Sorceress get taken - defiled - by the Master in pursuit of greater knowledge. Chestnut brown hair hides her face and timid green eyes as she nervously folds her hands, wondering what her task will be, knowing it will be equally dreadful.

 

[Qedesha]

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The second invasion, the defilement of her most taboo entrance, brought a fresh series of sobs from the ravaged girl. Whimpering with the new pain, shuddering with the harsh violation, the girl was also mortified by how the Master ground against her gspot at the same time that he thrust his second appendage deep into her ass.

It looked to the massed onlookers like she was enjoying the invasion, pleasure battling for pain on her beautiful, lust-twisted face.

The words in her head made her large eyes open wide in shock, and then her beautiful lips tremble in fear. She was repulsed and excited at the thought of men and women using her mouth, terrified and lust-ridden at the thought of two strange men taking her at once, and at the idea that her abuse would be again and again, and horrified and exhilarated at the thought of her body being sold for their deviant pleasures.

Suddenly she was cumming, crying out in humiliated, pleasure-washed shame as her body felt the heated rush of her first sexual orgasm rip through it. Her inner muscles convulsed on the invaders and she bucked and squirmed in her bonds on the table, eyes squeezed shut as she hoped against hope that the watchers wouldn't notice.

 

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As she began to moan and cum the Master announces "You see, the cunt loves it already. She loves to fuck, she loves it in her cunt and her ass. I'm going to cum now, and make her clean up her own mess." At this announcement, the crowd cheered and whooped. Knowing she was enjoying the abuse would make it all the worse now.

With that he shot a load of seed from both his cocks. His cum was the consistancy of a human's but copious like an animals. He went on and on for more than a full minutes shooting a dual stream into her.

When he finally speant all his seed, he moved around in front of her and jerked her head up by her hair. This caused her mouth to open wide and he used a spell so that her mouth stretched to an impossible size. Then he shoved both his cocks down her throat and commanded her, "Look at the mess you made, bitch. Clean it up, clean both my cocks or I will punish you."

He also nodded and she felt his cock being replaced in her cunt. The new cock forces his sperm out and onto her thighs and the table below. The insistant tongue continued to lick, even more furiously now as the added delight of the Master's seed made the act all the more titalating. Strangely she felt her breasts (no tits, whores have tits) begin growing. They expanded tree times their previous size, but kept ther natural bounce and her nipples became a hundred times more sensative. She could feel each grain and stubble in teh wooden table as her nipples drug back and forth across it.

The second man cam quickly, but was immediately replaced by a thrid, and fourth, and fifth, and on and on it seemed. Each man who came brought a renewal to her hymen and virgin tightness, making each penetration as painful as the last. Each man took his turn at her mouth as well, making her clean his dick as she had the master's.

The Master himself took the new apprentice to a secluded corner. He eyes her body the same way he had the last. "This must be my lucky day. Two new apprentices..." He looked her over and decided to make her initiation more intense than the last one. "Strip and get on your knees. Suck me until both my cocks are hard again. Do this, and I will let you sign your vow."

 

[mercurial]

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The Master himself took the new apprentice to a secluded corner. He eyes her body the same way he had the last. "This must be my lucky day. Two new apprentices..." He looked her over and decided to make her initiation more intense than the last one. "Strip and get on your knees. Suck me until both my cocks are hard again. Do this, and I will let you sign your vow."

Alexandra follows him timidly to the secluded corner, being glad - for the moment - to be away from the teeming crowd as they begin to crowd in toward the other apprentice, raping her again and again. It is a momentary relief, but she is certain that even such rare moments will become valuable treasures in the years to come.

She unlaces her simple dress, shrugging it off her shoulders until it pools at her feet. She bends over, giving him an excellent view of her, folding the garment carefully - it is the only one of such she owns. She stands before him, pleasantly curved with rounded hips and modest, but firm and perfectly rounded breasts. She sinks to her knees, taking a tentative lick. Forcing herself, trembling, to suck him, she selects first the larger, shorter of the two, so recently buried in her compatriots pussy. Wrapping her lips around him, gagging at the noxious slime that seeps from him into her mouth, she begins sucking the penis, lips running across smooth scales as she bobs her head, working up and down him as she has seen whores do.

 

[Qedesha]

Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, mercurial)

The slick trickle of mixed cum down her thighs and over her ass, the biting, slimy taste in her mouth, even the harsh scrape of her new, huge, sensitive mounds against the rough table were just tertiary discomfort against the repeated, painful rape of her virginity. She could feel her lower half rebuilding itself again and again, followed by the sharp, fiery pain of her hymen tearing again, the burning stretch of her pussy and harsh pain of her ass being violated, the rough, painful thrust of cocks into her throat and the occasional slap as she was commanded to lick.

All this paled against the mental mortification... she was being taken, she was being watched as she was taken, and she had been sold without protest. And even this didn't compare to the pleasure she felt... orgasming again and again as she was ravaged, crying out peaks that were muffled by the cocks in her mouth or the cunts that covered her face. She eventually discovered that she was licking and sucking willingly, her hips rolling onto the penetration, and this horrified her even as the simple realisation made her cum again.

She as only half aware as the bonds were undone, strong hands bruising her painfully as she was hauled to the dirty floor, pushed down onto a hard cock as another thrust into her ass, still hurting even though the penetration was through the slick of uncounted orgasms. A hand on her head pulled it down onto another cock, movement ground against her and then she was being filled with more cum, and then more cocks tore into her again.

Finally the flow eased, men pulling out and then slapping her aside, the young girl falling to her side and lying, limp and spent, in the pool of cum that had formed around her.

 

[doom29169]

Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, mercurial)

The Master forces Alexandra to service him for a lengthy time, holding off his erection and making her work her face and jaw until both had passed pain and gone into numbness. He wanted her to stop thinking and work his dicks mechanically, so that she would learn her place. When he was satisfied that he had accomplished this, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her into a chair and thrust her vow, empty ink well, and pin to fill the well.

The Dark Master then surveyed the inn. It had gone silent as the cutomers were mostly gone and the staff sat around, spent but sated at their time with his apprentice. "Clean nothing, I have someone who will perform that task." He took a handful of his Alexandra's hair again as she had finished her work, yanking her again to her feet he drug her across the room to Tabitha's exhausted form, covered head to tow in drying cum and laying in a large pool of the substance. He pushed her down into the cum like a dog who had made a mess. "Clean this mess bitch, with your tongue. When your done, clean my other apprentice. When your done, I will have other tasks for you both." He gives her beautiful ass a hard slap and says, "Fret not, I will take your virginity soon."

With that the Master seems to leave them, but looking closely they can see his apprentices moving in the shadows.

 

[mercurial]

Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, mercurial)

The Master forces Alexandra to service him for a lengthy time, holding off his erection and making her work her face and jaw until both had passed pain and gone into numbness. He wanted her to stop thinking and work his dicks mechanically, so that she would learn her place. When he was satisfied that he had accomplished this, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her into a chair and thrust her vow, empty ink well, and pin to fill the well.

By the time she has satisfied him with her task, her mouth is little more than a tube, long since having lost feeling. She bobs her head up and down on him, eyes unfocused, a mechanical, rote movement that could - and surely someday will - go on for hours. Drool streams from her mouth onto her breasts, and the only sound she makes is the wet noise of her lips working him. She is finally hauled up and thrown in a chair, signing the vow with a trembling hand, but otherwise an equally detached demeanor.

The Dark Master then surveyed the inn. It had gone silent as the cutomers were mostly gone and the staff sat around, spent but sated at their time with his apprentice. "Clean nothing, I have someone who will perform that task." He took a handful of his Alexandra's hair again as she had finished her work, yanking her again to her feet he drug her across the room to Tabitha's exhausted form, covered head to tow in drying cum and laying in a large pool of the substance. He pushed her down into the cum like a dog who had made a mess. "Clean this mess bitch, with your tongue. When your done, clean my other apprentice. When your done, I will have other tasks for you both." He gives her beautiful ass a hard slap and says, "Fret not, I will take your virginity soon."

With that the Master seems to leave them, but looking closely they can see his apprentices moving in the shadows.

She whimpers in pain as she is pulled to her feet and dragged across the inn, stumbling after her new Master. Her face is pressed into the tepid pool of cum that collects around the girl, covering her cheeks. Her ass, round and inviting, turns a shade of pink when he strikes it, and she lets out another soft, pleading whimper. The faintly chemical smell of spent semen is overwhelming, mixed with the muskier sent of women, and the metallic traces of blood from dozens of defiled virgins in the body of the same girl.

She begins working, starting with the floor, staying on all fours with her head down and, as a result, her rear high and on display. Her tongue is soon numb, although she is grateful the floor has been pounded to smoothness by a thousand feet, lest the grind her flesh down to the nub obeying him. Each time she scoops her mouth it is covered in thick, half dry cum which she swallows. Once the floor is clean - cleaner than the untouched areas of floor around it, there is a great deal of grime and spilt beer in the girl's belly as well, she goes to work on the other woman, first cleaning her face and skin before hesitantly beginning to work on excavating the cum that rests inside her.

 

[Qedesha]

Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, mercurial)

Tabitha lay in an almost coma-like delerium, her mind briefly broken by the painful, violent violations. She didn't respond to the closeness of the other apprentice, and even the gentle licking of her face and exposed skin didn't elicit more than a stir.

The soft tongue on her nether regions made her gasp, back arching and legs spreading instinctively as new pleasure trickled through her body. The magic had worked again at the end, repairing her and rebuildding her innards, leaving her as sensitive as her first moment despite the relentless abuse.

She lifted herself, looking over her shoulder at the other girl, blinking in confusion. Her new large breasts nearly unbalanced her, and she touched them in wonder before looking at Alexandra and shaking her head.
"You don't need to do that," she said softly. "It's okay. I'll clean myself." She didn't want to disobey, she just felt bad for her new fellow student, wanting to release her from what was no doubt an unpleasant task.

 

[mercurial]

Re: The Magician's Apprentice (Leaquad, Qedesha, mercurial)

Alexandra shakes her head. "It's alright, lay back." Her voice is soft, caring, full of concern for the ravaged girl. She lays her down on the floor and continues her task, finally finishing the laborious cleaning of the girl's crotch and rear. Her own face is now covered in cum and wet with spit, an inevitable consequence of the task.

In truth, she was happy to prolong it, none to eager to move on to what was planned for her by the dark creature in the corner. A few more minutes as a virgin, a few more minutes of peace.