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Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

DeviousFish

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"How dare she?!"

A young woman with long violet hair and dark eyes stomped angrily through the tangled undergrowth of the darkening woods. Her willowy frame shook with caged fury and she stopped to kick a rock with her laced black boot. Then, turning sharply on her heel, shouted at the top of her lungs towards the shadowy abode that lay behind her.

"YOU'LL BE SORRY! JUST YOU WAIT!"

Rhiannon had traveled for days, weeks to reach this place- the keep of one of the greatest necromancers in the land. It had been her deepest desire to apprentice under the fearful enchantress. She was more than qualified to train under her, she thought to herself. As a child, she had been gifted with extraordinary senses, being able to detect the grey line between the world of the living and the dead. With focus, she could peer into the afterland and toy with that fine boundary that held the world in balance. Even without instruction, she learned to manipulate the lifeforce of lesser creatures such as spiders, insects, and small fish. It had been a favorite trick of hers to make the dead, roasted trout in the marketplace spring to life and frighten customers. In her village, she had been feared as a strange and cursed child, her abilities both to be revered and mistrusted.

When she came of age, she left home to further her talents. Having a sharp mind, she had quickly absorbed the knowledge of the simple runescrafters and mediums of the many villages she traveled to. It had been childsplay to her, barely a challenge. She wanted more. She wanted to train under a real master. To truly embrace her power, to become feared and mighty, she needed to train under a necromancer. When she heard of this woman, she felt certain she was the perfect one and set out immediately.

However, the woman had not only turned her down, she had insulted and mocked her. Without even giving Rhiannon a second to prove herself, she had booted her out. It wasn't fair! How could that bitch not see how talented and special she was? Well, she was going to regret that mistake, the girl thought. Maybe she wasn't all done up in skulls and walking around with a demon army, but she could certainly raise hell if she needed. And that was EXACTLY what she was going to do.

On her way here, she had seen many gravemarkers lining the side of the road. The only remains of less fortunate travelers - a grim testament to the many perils of the wood. One in particular had caught her eye. It was fresh, no more than a day or two old and was within sight of the necromancer's lair. It was perfect.

When she reached the grave site, she pulled out a small, black leather book. It was tattered and worn and some of the pages were missing, but it was the only spellbook she had been able to acquire. Even for this little thing she'd had to do quite a bit of bargaining and a little bloodshed. Still, it had proven quite useful, and she had mastered one or two of its more interesting spells. Peering into the book, she stooped over the grave and made a circle of chalk dust around it. Then, with her thumb, made several runes and markings in the dirt. When she was done, she checked her work, and pulled a small knife at her side from its sheath. She held her hand above the grave and began to chant, slowly and softly at first, then with increasing volume and intensity. When she reached the apex of the spell, she drew the knife sharply and swiftly across the palm of her hand, wincing a little at the pain. Blood sprang from the wound and dropped beads of scarlet onto the runes in the dirt.

"Arise! she cried, heart fluttering with excitement. "Free yourself from the shackles of death and serve me, ghoul!"

Those words weren't so much necessary to the spell, so much as they sounded cool. With breathless anticipation, she stared down at the grave and waited.
 
The ground at her feet began to tremble and shake. The silence of the night was broken by a crack of thunder as a grey skinned hand burst from the soil. Slowly a creature began to force his way from the earth, his movements slow and jerky his dead eyes unfocused. Eventually he stood before her, gazing at his new Mistress awaiting her command.

Suddenly little bright red dots formed in the middle of his black soulless eyes. The jerky movement of before was gone as the hand snapped forward and ripped the small black book from her hand. The zombie threw the book to it's side where it was caught by a Woman.

"This is why I rejected you," she replied absently, leafing through the pages of the worn book, "You lack the discipline and temperance to make a good apprentice."

The zombie lurched forward and grabbed Rhiannon. He manhandled the young woman to face his new Mistress. His arms impossibly strong holding her arms to her sides as he holds her around the waist.

"Your aura reeks of impatience and arrogance, the fact that you couldn't even wait an hour to plan your vengeance speaks for itself," the tall brown skinned woman stepped close and smacked Rhiannon on the head with her own notebook.

"That you thought your little notebook of spells would be sufficient astounds me further," an absent gesture from the Enchantress and a throne of bones grew from the ground for her to sit upon, "I think you require a lesson in just what happens when you play with powers you aren't ready for..."
 
Her dark purple eyes widened as the soil stirred and her heart raced. It was working! Her pink lips cracked into a sinister grin as the grey hand split the surface of the ground. When the revenant emerged from his pit and stood to face her she let out a fiendish giggle.

"Now, my minion! Go forth an-"

She stopped mid-sentence as the book was snatched from her grasp. Her mouth gaped in shock. No, this was wrong. He shouldn't be behaving that way. Her gaze traveled to the woman who had caught the book and her face turned beet-red with rage. How? Had she followed her?

"YOU!" she spat angrily. "That's mine. Give it back!"

Disciplined? She was disciplined, she thought. Had she not come this far on her own power alone? And temperance? How dare she judge her. Before she could object she felt her own ghoul wrap its arm around her, restraining her. At first she stiffened as she was forced to turn and face the enchantress. For a minute she listened, stunned. Then she exploded with rage, screaming and stomping and spitting curses at the woman, trying to squirm free.

"Lesson? YOU'RE the arrogant one! Don't you dare lecture me! That notebook is more useful than you are," she was practically snarling. "Now, let me go and give that back!"
 
"Truly? this little beginner's book is enough?" she offered a small smile, "Very well then, you tell me which page will wrest back control of the little beasty you have summoned and I'll hold it up for you... he is still bound to you, connected to your mind and will, I've merely switched how it views the pair of us."

"I wonder what you had planned for me, you called him back for a reason after all, and the first opportunity was too much to resist you must have been burning with rage..." she reached out a finger and gently caressed Rhiannon's cheek, "Lets make this more interesting, lets test this discipline you claim to have. I'm going to open the conduit between your will and it's actions, so whatever you want it to do it shall. But I control it's target."

"Does it sound like a fun game? if you control yourself and your desires, nothing happens, but if you envision anything horrible or nasty, it's going to happen to you," she smiled again, knowing how much rage Rhiannon held for her, all the things she wanted the zombie to do to her, if she could control those impulses then she might make for a suitable apprentice, if not she was about to suffer a great deal.
 
"I haven't gotten to that part yet!" piped Rhiannon defensively. There were quite a few spells she had yet to translate and learn, having skipped to only the ones she deemed most interesting.

In truth, there probably was a spell or two that would have helped with preventing an enemy seizing control of one's ghoul, but she hadn't taken the time to prepare for or cast it. Had she not been so hasty, she grudgingly admitted to herself, that would have been the first order of business even before the resurrection ceremony. She told herself she would have thought of that, had she not been taken so quickly and by surprise.

"Don't touch me," she hissed through her teeth as the woman caressed her cheek. It crossed her mind to bite at her, but the action seemed childish and pointless.

What had she planned for her? Well, as the necromancer had pointed out earlier, she didn't really have a plan, per say. Only she wanted more than anything to show just what a mistake the woman had made in rejecting her. To wipe that smug grin off her face. Degrade and humiliate. Shame and disgrace. Yes, that was what she had wanted. To have that bitch naked and prostrated before her, face shoved in the dirt, begging forgiveness. Even now she realized that had been a lofty goal, but it was what she had wished.

"That's a stupid game," she sniffed as the necromancer's words sank in. She scarcely believed them. It seemed so deceptively simple. Couldn't she just imagine her creature standing still and that would be the end of it? But she didn't realize just how hard it would be to control her deepest, darkest desires and that rage seething in her core.
 
The necromancer smirks, as she flips through the pages of the little notebook. Some of the work is quite good and even a few advanced pieces, but large gaps are missing. If it was her only source then she was doing quite well by herself, but not nearly well enough to risk the ire of a master.

Rhiannon's words had barely left her lips before the mental gate was opened. The beast now believed he held the subject of his Mistress' ire in his arms. Her abject will to have this person humiliated. Strength powered by dark magic and force of will infused his body as he grasped the buckles holding on Rhiannon's clothing. With almost no effort he began to rip them away, pulling off her loosened clothing.

The mistress glanced up from the book, mildly impressed at the strength of the minion. A testament to the potential in this girl on display, and his actions an equal testament to her lack of control. Holding her firmly with one arm he strips her piece by piece, her clothes in shreds around her feet.

"Is this what you had in store for me? naughty, naughty," the mistress commented casually as the beast rips open her top, exposing her chest to the cool night air, "All you need to do is calm and control yourself, remember he is only doing to you, what you wish done to me."

The mistress smirks, reaching out and capturing one of Rhiannon's exposed nipple, pinching and tugging on the sensitive flesh.
 
As the ghoul stirred behind her, Rhiannon stiffened. Had what the necromancer said been true? She gulped. Then, at the first violent tug against the belts on the bodice of her dress, she yelped. In sudden panic, she squirmed and tried to loosen herself from the beast's grip. But he was too strong, his one massive arm more than sufficient to hold her slight form in place.

"No!" she screamed at her summon. "Stop it! Obey me! ME!"

Her shouting did no good, the creature was obeying her. He was just a little confused. The girl struggled more, kicking and and stomping against her captive. But it was immovable as stone. He continued to peel away her clothing, revealing more an more of her soft, warm skin. She shuddered from the exposure, suddenly chilled from it and her captor's dead body pressed against her back provided no warmth. She gasps, both startled and appalled, as her creamy breasts were freed from their bindings to flush and stiffen at the shock of cold air. For a minute she could only gape, unable to speak from embarrassment.

"Ouch! Don't you d- let go!" she protested as the enchantress toyed with the sensitive, pink bud. It hardened in the woman's grasp while pained tears sprang unbidden to the girl's eyes. "This isn't what I meant! I-it's a lie! A trick!"

Of course, that wasn't true. Only she could scarcely admit it to herself, much less the woman standing in front of her. Still, this was exactly what the little aspiring necromancer had planned. Minus, perhaps the nipple teasing. She hadn't allowed herself to be that creative. Though, now that she thought of it, the necromancer in front of her certainly had an ample pair, larger than her own even. Wouldn't it be excellent punishment to have her beast's rough hands tease and pull and torture them a little? The idea of the woman's eyes tearing as it groped her, was a dull comfort to the girl now trapped.

"I am CALM," she hissed, her trembling voice betraying the truth. "And when I regain control of it, I'm gonna pay you back for this." The girl, for the moment, seemed to be missing the point entirely.
 
"Of course it's a trick," the mistress chuckled softly, "But it is what you truly want, if not actually for yourself."

The beast following her mind's vengeance roughly grabbed at her bared breasts. It squeezed her flesh with it's cold, strong fingers, capturing her nipples to pinch sharply. Tugging on her sensitive nubs exactly how she imagined, the Mistress had omitted to mention the delay that was involved. Whatever thoughts went through Rhiannon's mind first transmitted to the necromancer. Just long enough to ensure that any malicious thoughts would be acted out upon the young girl.

It would be easy enough to think over what was happening to herself and with the mental target's switched the beast would also switch. This little delay would give the Mistress time to reassign. It also gave the advantage that the little girl could dwell on her nasty thoughts for a few moments before they were acted upon. Any reversal of orders would suffer a smaller delay, else she'd never learn.

"Technically I am doing nothing to you, the beast is following your orders," she watched as the zombie teased and tormented Rhiannon's tender flesh, "The trick to this exercise is to learn to control those nasty little thoughts, you can have them as much as you want normally, but you tried to act upon them ... that has consequences. So today I'm teaching you to get your thoughts under control, aren't I a kind Mistress?"
 
The girl let out a startled gasp when the zombie found her bare breast with its hand. Her face grew bright red as her tender flesh yielded to its insistent kneading and squeezing. She closed her eyes against it, trying to shut it out and focus.

"No! Stop it, you dumb oaf," she yelled. "I am your mistress!"

Then, despite her cries, he pinched those rosy nubs, her eyes flew open again and she squeaked. As he tugged and jerked, tears streamed down her face. She feared for a second that he would rip them off, the pain was so great. Her delicate nipples would be red and swollen by the time he was through, and her pale mounds blushing a deep pink from the abuse. She swallowed a whimper and glared back at the woman, hatefully.

It would seem, for the moment, that the enchantress spoke truly. Whatever she thought to have done to the necromancer, was instead done to her. All she had to do was stop thinking, right? That would be easy enough. Just long enough to plot some kind of escape. Maybe she could even find a way to work this to her advantage. Though she barely understood how she was controlling the beast at all, and she certainly didn't know her commands were being filtered through the necromancer's mind. In spite of the abuse to her bosom, she was just about to calm herself enough to control those nasty thoughts, when she heard that last phrase.

"...aren't I a kind Mistress?"

Rhiannon's rage boiled over.

"Kind misstress, MY ASS," she snarled. "You know what? FUCK YOU."

No sooner had she spoken those words, than the girls breath hitched in her throat. A very vivid image bubbled to the surface of her mind. It was of the necromancer being quite literally, fucked. It was part of the humiliation fantasy she had wanted for the woman. Being forced into the dirt, shamed and disgraced before her feet. This time, however, the zombie was molesting her, desecrating that body with his hands. Then he mounted her, driving the enchantress into the ground with his thrusts, making her come and plead and scrape and beg for mercy. Rhiannon halted the vision too late. Panic gripped her as she realized what she might have done.

"No! I didn't mean that one!" she said desperately, looking to the enchantress then back to her zombie, pleadingly. "It was a mistake! I take it back!"
 
"Oh that is a naughty image," the Necromancer chuckled, watching the look of sudden panic appear on Rhiannon's face, she reached out and cupped her cheek, "And you certainly meant it, you wanted it more than anything."

Suddenly the Beast reacted, pushing Rhiannon down to her knees, forcing her upper body down into the dirt. He held her down with an unmovable hand as he ripped what remained of her dress away. Her panties stood no chance so all that remained of her clothing were the torn sleeves, her boots and stockings. Holding her down with one hand the beast rubbed his cold fingers against her exposed pussy. The thick, dead fingers lined up with her opening then it paused. The necromancer sat in her throne of bone and it hovered around to the side, once more in Rhiannon's field of view.

"Now, please try to remember that I am currently linked to your mind, answer the next few questions honestly and maybe I won't let it continue," she smiled pleasantly, then she asked her questions, pausing to hear each answer before the next, "First, Do you regret your thoughts because they were a loss of control on your part, or because you're suffering the consequences? Second, If released from this position do you intend to learn from your mistakes or will you plot revenge for this humiliation you brought unto yourself? Third, if I tell you the incantation to remove my control of your pet, what will you do?"
 
"N-no really I didn't-"

The undead beast suddenly pushed her earthward, silencing her protests and forcing her onto her knees. She let out a little grunt when her face hit the dirt and she squirmed under the weight of his hand. As she felt the rest of her dress torn off she shrieked and clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away. But the thing was too strong for her and she could not wriggle free. Another swift jerk of the his hands and her buttocks and nether regions were greeted by the breath of cold night air. The next sensation made Rhiannon freeze and her eyes widen. She gulped as she felt the beast's cool fingers sliding along her nether lips and for a moment she braced herself for the inevitable plunge. But he stopped and she caught her breathe. Was she safe? Had the necromancer changed her mind? She looked up from her place in the dirt to the smirking woman.

Tricky questions, Rhiannon thought. On the one hand, it seemed simple. Be honest. But what if the truth was something the necromancer didn't like? She'd still be stuck here. Maybe if she gave just enough answer to satisfy, but kept from incriminating herself? She wondered just how much of her thoughts the enchantress could hear.

"I don't like losing control," muttered the girl. This was true, but she was misconstruing the meaning of the first question. She was only referring to the fact that she had lost control of the beast and the situation, not herself.

"I've learned already! Just let me go," she whined. Of course she hadn't. She still wanted revenge. Though she had learned she would need to be a bit more careful. Yes, she'd learned that much. But she couldn't very well tell the necromancer that now could she? She tried to keep any thoughts of it out of her head, though, just in case.

"Ugh. What do you think? Take control of it back!" she snapped. "After that? I-I-I don't know." That, at least, was completely true. After she was free, she had no idea what to do. Walk off into the sunrise with her beast in tow? She'd think about that... and the possible revenge, later.
 
"Hmm, not technically lying to me, but I sense you're holding back, lying through omission perhaps?" she mused aloud, watching the girl writhing to get free of the monster she had summoned.

"You also managed to keep any of those naughty little thoughts out of your mind," The Necromancer smiled, "So I don't have any instructions held back to feed to the beast."

"So since you seem to be under control once again we can discuss this like adults," a vague gesture and a second throne grew from the ground behind Rhiannon and the beast, "The spell to regain control would be 'Stet et nihil agas' and I have now restored the beast's perception."
 
Well, she hadn't fooled the enchantress completely. Though, she seemed to accept Rhiannon's answer. The girl felt a swell of triumph in her chest as she believed she would soon be free.

"Like adults... yes, of course," she said and nodded her head eagerly.

Of course she had no plans to let this humiliation slide. No one had ever treated Rhiannon like this before. She'd had masters and teachers to instruct her in the past, but they had been only simple village magicians, awed by her talent and quick wit. None of them had ever tried to discipline her and some had even come to fear her. Maybe she had wanted to apprentice under this woman before, but not like this. Not cowed and subservient to her. She wanted the Necromancer's knowledge, but didn't want to pay the disciple's price in humility. When she heard the spell that she believed was to release herself, she smiled.

"About time," she said with a snort. "Stet et nihil agas."

As soon as she spoke the words, she was already planning what she would do to get the woman back. The first order of business was to get the revenant off of her and retrieve the book, though. Sending the beast to attack without so much as a simple defense was clearly out of the question.
 
Once the spell left her lips the Beast released his iron hold on Rhiannon and stood to the side of the chairs. Her clothes were scattered around and mostly ruined from the rough means of removal. The Enchantress had finished flipping through the little worn black book and offered it back to her.

"It's not bad for a beginner, but with the exception of a few spells it's really quite basic," she commented lightly, a wave of her hand and a small table grew from the ground beside her throne and a small china cup popped into existence, "You have talent, I have no doubt of that, but you are very new to the path," she lifted the saucer with her left hand and the cup with her right, sipping from the hot drink, "You are still tied to words, runes and rituals from what I have seen and your notes."

"Your biggest problem is that very dark red tint in your aura, arrogance and anger, a very bad combination for an apprentice," she explained, "You are a prodigy, I have no doubt of that, too quick to learn and surpass your masters."

"I don't know if you were simply unaware of the levels between magic users or felt like jumping a few steps, but I am well above your league. You can't intimidate me into revealing my knowledge, unlike your previous masters your sheer power does not exceed mine and you have entered the plateau where sheer power is no longer enough. You need to resume your wandering, seek out more knowledge and perhaps with a few decades under your belt you will acquire the patience and humility to learn with me?"
 
The girl let out a ragged sigh as the beast released her. That had come far too close and there had been some lingering doubt in mind as to whether the offered spell would work or not. Now, freed, she felt incredibly smug again. The only thing dampening the feeling was that she was stark naked in the middle of the woods, with no means to clothe herself. She crossed her legs where she stood and placed one arm across her bosom trying to preserve at least a little of her modesty. It took every ounce of her will power not to snatch the book viciously when it was offered back to her.

As the necromancer spoke, Rhiannon flipped through her book casually, trying to hide her intent. She glanced back over at the tea-sipping sorceress as she dismissed her book as basic. The book had been her pride and joy for a while, and she wanted to slap the woman in the face with it. Of course it was basic, the spells were no longer that challenging to her. Why do you think I came here, idiot? she thought bitterly. But she refocused, trying to avoid distraction. She was looking for a spell that would keep her beast under her power.

The necromancer was right, she did depend a great deal words, runes and rituals. That was what kept things in order though, right? If mere thoughts could invoke spells, everything would be perpetually in chaos. Of course, she didn't seem to realize how the necromancer was trying to elevate her thinking. Discipline of her mind and emotions was required for the path she wanted to take. As she combed through her book, she realized there wasn't a single spell that didn't require a bit of preparation and gathering of materials. It would be at least another day and night before she could ensure her revenant would remain her revenant. It was discouraging, and she could feel her temper flaring again.

"....perhaps with a few decades under your belt you will acquire the patience and humility to learn with me?"

Rhiannon froze in her searching. She had expected her to say maybe a year or two...not decades! The short-sighted girl couldn't even imagine herself that far into the future. How old would she be then? Close to forty? If she chose to educate herself for that long, she would return to grind that woman's face in the dust, not learn from her.

"A few decades?" she squeaked. "I'll be... I'll be... old by then! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

Those dark thoughts were returning to her head again. It was true that Rhiannon didn't read power levels very well, but why did she need to? Her persistence and stubbornness had always paid off in the past. Even her relatively strong instructors had eventually caved before it. Though, they had been considerably more gentle minded than the necromancer in front of her. She didn't understand how lucky she had been not to have run into someone without patience for her antics.

"If I am arrogant, it is because I have earned it, If I am angry, it is your fault!" she snapped. "If I return here, it will be to show you what a fool you were to turn me away."
 
"You truly are new to the craft aren't you?" the enchantress chuckled softly, "Tell me my dear, if you intend to have control over life and death why do you fear time? I was twice your age before I started to understand the true meaning of Necromancy, the casual ease in which I practice it now took over a century of effort."

She could see Rhiannon's eyes bulging in realization. The girl had obviously assumed she was as old as she looked, perhaps late thirties at worst. The young girl before her would someday equal her power, perhaps even surpass it. But if she didn't learn to control her rage then she would become a blight upon the lands. The decision now was did she dismiss the girl and wait for her to mature a little, or bring her to heel now. She sighed softly, knowing she wouldn't feel right unleashing this girl on a lesser practitioner.

"To accept you, as you are, would be foolish, to reject you perhaps more so, I fear for the sake of the mortals of this realm..." She sighed again, "So I am left with a third decision, I get to teach you a little humility, teach you the consequences of pride."

"Lesson one, You really shouldn't antagonize a fellow practitioner while unarmed and sitting in one of their creations," before Rhiannon could realize what she said the chair pitched her forward dissolved into shadows, re-materializing as strong weights upon her ankles and wrists.
 
Rhiannon was quite shocked at the revelation of the woman's age. She had, indeed, assumed that the woman was in her thirties at most. There were rumors of necromancers who were all but immortal in their mastery of the craft, but the girl had scarcely expected to meet one. For a moment she could only gawk, until at least, the necromancer seemed to imply she couldn't leave.

"Teach me a lesson?" she snarled, indignant. "What do you mean to-"

Then she was suddenly tumbling forward, the chair seeming to have a mind of its own. She landed on her hands and knees in the dirt. Growling, she tried to stand, only to realize she was now weighted down. Her movement severely inhibited, escape was clearly impossible. Glancing over to her zombie, she felt she had no other choice but to use it. There was no guarantee that she'd be able to maintain control, of course. But she could just use that release spell again, right?

"Beast!" she commanded. "Grab her until she releases me!"
 
The Necromancer lifted a brow as the beast staggered over to her, dutifully she lifted her arm towards the creature. As ordered he grabbed her arm, the grip was firm but not painful. Letting the arm go limp, supported by the monster.

"So what precisely is the second part of your plan?" she asked, her voice tinted with amusement, "We have already established that you have no patience."

She stood from the chair and pressed her fingers against the beast's temple, staring into it's eyes, 'Ignorare antiquitatem vestram domino parere nisi ego iusseram' she whispered softly. She gently pried the fingers from her wrist and sat back down. She smoothed the rumples in her dress and smirked as the Beast turned and walked back behind Rhiannon. The trapped girl cried out the phrase she had learned, but the beast now ignored her words. The beast knelt behind Rhiannon, it's hand reaches out and his cold fingers slowly start to rub her pussy.

"You seem quite the focused girl, have you found time to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh yet?" the necromancer asks with a smirk.
 
"I-I don't know!" she scowled. "You started it. I'm just...just..."

Second part? Well, actually, she hadn't really planned that far. Being bound so suddenly by the morphing chair had sent her into a panic. Now that she thought about it, having her beast break the bonds might have been a better course of action. Well, too late now. Torturing the woman was the only other course of action. Maybe the humiliation trick again? Or a small plague of insects? Yeah, that was a nasty one. Call forth some centipedes and have them crawl up her dress. Her book had fallen nearby. If she could just inch towards it, she could look up something useful. Grumbling she made her way towards the spellbook.

She was just picking up the notebook in her teeth, when she heard the necromancer whisper something she didn't quite catch. Her head jerked up when her summoned beast began lumbering towards her again. She squeaked in surprise, but calmed herself as she knew what to do. Hell, the woman had just given her the spell for this. Was she an idiot after all?

"Stet et nihil agas!" she cried, dropping the book from her mouth.

Nothing. The beast knelt behind her and once again began its exploration of her nether regions. Why hadn't it worked? The girl squirmed and was about to demand an answer for this, when she heard the necromancer's question. Her face turned bright red.

"N-none of your damn business!"

Rhiannon was no naive girl, she knew the ways of the world. Sex, she believed, was a tool just like anything else. She saw the way it was used to manipulate and control the weaker minded and appreciated what it could do. But that wasn't her craft. Certainly, she was very curious about it. Back in her village, she'd caught certain young folk rutting in the woods on more than one occasion. In the seedy inns where she had stayed, heard the grunts and moans of lonely travelers. In some cities, a look down the right alley and she could see a woman on her knees servicing her client shamelessly. Yes, she'd seen a great deal in her travels, but she had yet to experience it. Perhaps her fascination with this activity is what had produced those naughty thoughts from before? She herself wasn't sure. The only thing she knew was that this was NOT the way she wished to explore the subject.

"Why won't the spell work?! Call him off!" she demanded.
 
"It won't work because I've told him to ignore any of your verbal commands," she explained, watching as the beast hooked one arm under Rhiannon's hips, holding her still, "Better start working on your Plan B."

"I still control the mental link and can prevent or allow any orders you attempt to send, you can't use any verbal commands and I think you're going to be too distracted to work up any runes or rituals," the necromancer spoke softly and counted the options on her fingers, "If you have any hidden tricks, now would be the time, else you will finally learn what happens when you become overconfident."

As she spoke the beast continued rubbing it's fingers along Rhiannon's pussy, the necromancer's own knowledge guiding it's movements. Knowing the girl was untouched she decided to at least put in an effort to prepare her for what was going to happen. She held the image Rhiannon had thought before, watching as the beast pounded it's victim's face and breasts into the dirt from it's violent thrusts. Rhiannon's next words would determine if the image was sent.
 
"Damnit..." she responded as the enchantress explained the situation.

So, the necromancer hadn't really released control of it? Figures. Now the beast had her in his grip again, his cold fingers once again teasing her pussy. It was a curious sensation, to be so powerless and have her intimate regions stroked like that. They even seemed to twitch of their own accord against the stimulation. If she wasn't so furious, it might almost have been pleasurable. But, she couldn't think about that now. She had to escape, to save herself from the imminent humiliation.

There was no way that she knew to wrest control back of her zombie. The spells in her book were only preventatives. Not that it mattered, she couldn't reach her spells anyway. So, the only logical solution was, if she couldn't control her beast, then no one could. Had not she summoned it with her own power? Then certainly she could send it back.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the barrier. She could sense the boundary between life and death around him. It was weak, having been breached in his summoning. There was also that connection, weak though it was, between her will and him. That could be easily severed once he was gone, though. A small push would send him spiraling backwards into the abyss. This would be better if she could chant a spell of touch the beast with her hand, but hopefully, the contact between them now would be enough. Gently, she nudged at the barrier with her will, trying to send the beasts' consciousness back. For a minute, the creature froze, his movements halted, caught between the two worlds. Just a little more... just a little more... Then she hit a snag. In her mind's eye, there was a thin line, humming and vibrating brightly. It connected the beast to something else, something else besides herself that was tying it to the land of the living. Dully, she realized what it was. It was the line that tied her revenant to the necromancer.

"Let go..." she growled, unclear who she was addressing.

She pushed more, enough so that the line become taught and strained, but it was too strong. If only she knew a little more she could cut it, severed the connection between the two. But she couldn't. She didn't know how. All she could do was push harder and hope it snapped. The more she tried to force it, however, the more she felt that she would be the one to break. The boundary around life and death wobbled from her prodding, a little too much. Rhiannon knew the danger it posed to herself if she pushed it to much, how it could swallow her own soul even as she attempted to send what she had resurrected back. Eventually she was forced to give up. Her head hanging down, she panted, exhausted with the effort. The beast, as if woken from a brief sleep, resumed its actions obediently, caressing the girl's sensitive pussy with his cold fingers.

Overwhelmed with frustration, Rhiannon snarled and suddenly bucked against the restraints. "Listen you self-righteous, BITCH. Let me go RIGHT NOW. This has gone FAR enough! You think you can get away with this? You can't! You can't! YOU CAN'T" The girl's voice became more shrill as her temper tantrum continued. It was pointless, though, as neither her bindings or the beast budged.
 
As Rhiannon was teased and probed by the monster's cold fingers the Necromancer smiled. Not so much at the display, but at the girl's efforts. She had actually begun on the path to true control, the fact she could influence the spells while distracted was a sign of her potential. She was almost disappointed when she buckled at the last moment, but in fact she was impressed that Rhiannon seemed to understand the risk involved.

Not that it would have made the slightest difference. True she could have cut the control of the beast and removed the magic animating the corpse. But then she would still be bound and the beast would just fall like a puppet that had it's strings cut. Nothing would have prevented the Enchantress from simply reanimating it, just like nothing prevented her from calling upon any of the dozen bodies buried nearby. But all of her efforts had severed her connections to the Beast, and the direct connection to the Necromancer. She sighed at the loss and strengthened her connection to the zombie. She would need to take a more direct route now.

"You'll find I can get away with anything if I so desire," she explained, "I no longer feel you are mature enough to be allowed to roam as you please, given your power, so you need to be killed, or tamed, I choose to tame you, if you prefer the alternative let me know."

It was time to really teach the lesson now. Sending through the image she saved from before the beast withdrew it's fingers and crouched behind Rhiannon. It's cold fingers took hold of her hips and held her steady as it lined up the tip of it's long, thick, cold cock at her virgin pussy.
 
Her mind was spinning in circles, searching through her knowledge of spells and magic for some solution to her predicament. The stroking of her warm folds by the beast made it exceptionally difficult to concentrate and she had expended almost all her energy on that last effort, but she didn't dare give up. The alternative was unacceptable.

"I'll not be tamed! I am no pet!" she cried, and shook her head at the Necromancer's words. "And you won't kill me either. You must release me!" As she finished, her voice was shaking. Whether from fear and doubt finally gripping her, or from the subtle tremors caused by the brushes to her sensitive regions, it was unclear.

When the zombie stopped the stroking of her pussy, Rhiannon let out a ragged sigh. Perhaps it was over? But she knew better. She felt him grip her hips with his strong hands, one of them still sticky from the little bit of moisture she had leaked. Then, her breath hitched as she felt the cool, fleshy bulb of his member pressed close to her warmth. Her hot, damp entrance twitched slightly at the sudden presence, its slight wetness glistening. It seemed slightly more eager than it's owner, having been teased quite a bit already.

The girl swallowed hard, eyes wide. This was really going to happen, wasn't it? The creature was going to take her, right here, right now, in the middle of the forest, while this wicked woman watched. Never in her life had she imagined someone could bind her and hold her at their mercy so completely. It simply could not be! Suddenly, her whole body shook and she jerked and strained to break free, arching her back and digging her fingers into the dirt.

"No!" she said, thrashing about and shaking her head so that her violet hair was tossed about wildy. "No! No! No!"
 
"You will be made to realize that you are not the most powerful person to walk this realm, that potential and talent isn't enough to get whatever you want," the necromancer explained, "And you will realize that your life is in my hands and no amount of childish screaming will change that fact."

The mistress sat in her throne, watching dispassionately as she sent the next command. The beast having guided the tip of it's cock to rest at her opening was set to task. It's cold fingers held her hips still as his thrust forward with unstoppable force. The long, cool shaft ripped through her hymen as it thrust to the hilt in her virgin pussy. Drawing out and pumping in hard the beast started it's job. The pace was hard, fast and brutal, the enchantress watched with a pursed lip. Truthfully she had not wanted for this to happen, nor did she enjoy the sight before her. But the brutality was required to ensure Rhiannon learned her lesson.
 
Shutting her eyes against the necromancer's words, Rhiannon tried to concentrate. There had to be something she could do. But no thought or spell sprang to mind. Not the most powerful in the realm? Perhaps no, but she'd always managed before. This time would be different, it seemed. Her luck had finally run out. Her throat tightened in fear and rage and she was flying into a full blown panic. Her heart was beating fast and she was hyperventilating in the cool air.

"No," she protested between breaths. "You can't do this to me. You ca-"

Then her voice caught in her throat, dark eyes flying wide open in shock as she felt the zombie enter her. His head pushed forcefully past her tight entrance and the plunged further without pause, ripping her painfully open and filling her with his shaft. Her mouth hung open in shock, rosy lips trembling and moving as if to speak, but no sound came out. His advancing member tore through that fleshy barrier of her virginity, sending a sharp pain rocketing up her abdomen and causing her to break her silence and cry out. When he was so far in that tears were streaming from her eyes, she felt him begin to pull back, her fresh blood surely staining the cold, wicked member. Her body shuddered, relieved at the invader's retreat. It made the sudden, powerful thrust back insider her all the more shocking to her raw passage, and she screamed. Each subsequent thrust after that elicited new cries of pain and rage as he began pounding her roughly.

After one especially guttural scream, she looked up briefly to see the necromancer watching from her throne and gritted her teeth. Then and there, she resolved not to cry out anymore and clenched her fists. At least she could deny her the satisfaction of seeing her pain. Tears still trickled down her cheeks, her pussy aching from the raw thrusting, but only the occasional groan issued from the girl.

"M-make. Him. St-stop." she managed to gasp and grunt between thrusts.
 
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