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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith nodded, “Yes. He torments me night and day. The only peace I get is in my dreams. He makes me watch what you are doing, the men you sleep with. I want you to know, while I don't like seeing it, I understand that this is him, not you. I will not hold it against you. Be secure that I will always love you. Even should one day, it be you, not him controlling it, I will still love you so long as you love me.” The pain was digging back into him. Did Ozramis know she was talking to him? Was that why he was pushing him for pain while sleeping? “Be safe my love... my torturer is being insistent.” And he fell from sleep and screamed from the intensity of the pain coupled with the loss of contact. He could hear his foe's taunting laughter as the dark skinned man was back, in Ceci's bedroom, waking her body with arousal.

Alaric wondered what had happened. The Templars were centuries ago. How could he be a Templar? IT had to be a trick of his former Lord. “Ceci, I don't know. I will have to find out. I feel drawn to something in the Middle East, as I am living out the fall of the Knights Templar. Since the Templars are supposed to have all fled north into Great Britain and later Scotland, there should be no reason for me to be drawn south. So I suspect that is where our bond is pulling me. Be strong, darling. I will be there soon as I can.”

Sighing, he asked her, “How is Rakith? I've not sensed him since I got here. I thought that with the bond being through him, that I would sense him first. Or perhaps its just that while I revere him, I love you that allows this connection.” He gave her a warm smile.
 
When Rakith confessed what Ozramis was doing, Ceci paled, her eyes wide and her chest tight. Ozramis was a beast. Ceci's jaw clenched and she averted her eyes again. Rakith's words, that he would always love her, didn't prevent the shame and guilt from overwhelming her mood. She hated what she was being influenced into doing. She feared she would never recover from it. She wanted to say more, she needed more time with him, but he was already giving his goodbye. "Rakith..." She moaned, "No...No...No!" She rose from her knees, aware of a warmth growing in her body. She didn't know what was happening. He was getting pulled farther from her and she farther from him. "I don't want to go yet!" She cried. But the image of Rakith disappeared and she was falling.


With Alaric, she listened, intrigued by his story of the Templars. "Be safe. You aren't invincible...I suspect..." A small smile curled the edge of her lips. The mention of Rakith made her frown, her eyes unfocused for a moment while the two halves of her mind joined. Her memory of Rakith came to her and she smiled. "I just spoke to him...Ozramis...Has him somewhere...Somewhere awful..." Ceci sighed, her eyes filling with a deep despair. "He has our bonds stretched very thin..." She explained, "It was difficult to find you each...But..." Ceci felt her cheeks flush slightly, "I think love is something Ozramis didn't count on...At least he didn't count on it being as strong as it is..."

Ceci felt a sharp tug on her mind and she winced. "Alaric.." She pressed a hand to her forehead. "Continue south...And..." She paused, losing focus as her body was being woken from its slumber. "And hurry...Please hurry Alaric..." She begged, her eyes wide. Before Ceci had the chance to say more she disappeared from Alaric's view, leaving him alone in the recesses of his own mind.


Calloused fingers slid across her inner thigh, dancing up until they brushed across the black lace that covered her sex. While lips pressed heated kisses across her abdomen, Ceci struggled to remain sleeping. But as her body arched into the arms of her awaiting lover, she woke. As her blue eyes flashed open, all memory of her dreams disappeared, leaving her feeling empty. Like something was missing. "Derek..." She groaned, her tone laced with sleep. Her black silk robe had been spread open, revealing the outfit she'd chosen for him. "Is it time for my check-up, Doctor?" Ceci whispered, her eyes slowly focusing as her sleep was kissed away.
 
Ozramis towered over Rakith, growling in anger. “Clever girl, your witch,” he snarled at Rakith, “I will have to punish her for that. Just think how wonderful it will be to watch me torture and fuck your girl, Rakith. Showing you that she is my plaything, yours no longer.” He felt joy and a deep sense of accomplishment in how the story in the world he had created for her was developing. While he knew at some point her men would break free from their shackles and go to her, by then, odds were it would be too late. She would be altered forever to not be faithful to the two of them. Their pain would continue for the rest of time.

Rakith glowered in return his fiery eyes filled with contempt and fury as they fixed on his tormentor. “You underestimate her, us. Individually, we are vulnerable, but together, together we will destroy you.. I never knew you to be one with a death wish. But oblivion awaits you, I assure you.” His voice was dark, filled with malice and hatred. The old demon was back, as he had to be to survive this torture. “My love will not wane if she sleeps around. For I know, she will always come back to me. You can change her physical desires and her morals, but you cannot beat love, you fool.”

Alaric cried out to Ceci, “I'll be there as soon as I can.” But she was gone. He woke with a start in the gloom of the predawn hours aboard the ship. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he realized, he still remembered. Ceci. I must save Ceci. Dressing quickly in his tunic and trousers, he went out on deck. The captain smiled as he approached.

“Lord Alaric, we have the Holy Land in sight. Your force is far too small to fight them. I pray you reconsider,” the captain told him. The worry was evident in the man's voice. Even some of his men wondered what the lord was after, they were in enemy territory against a nation that hated Christians and killed them on sight, or so they had been told.

Alaric grinned at the captain, “Ah, but I don't mean to fight them. Raise the white flag and pull our Templar colors down. Once we arrive in Acre, I will meet with the governor to secure peaceful passage through their lands. What I seek is not in the Holy Land, it is merely the starting point. And I wish to make peace with the Muslims. While our faith's are different and we have warred heavily in the past, that was over a hundred years ago. They will listen to reason.”

Derek smiled as Ceci woke up. “Yes, baby, I recommend a full body check up. His fingers traced her lace in cased body, and smiled, “I like your outfit. Nice and black, like your lover.” Pulling her up to meet his lips, he kissed her hungrily. While still sweet and romantic, it was powerful and possessive, the way she seemed to like it.
 
Ceci moaned softly against Derek's lips, his kiss hungry and consuming, which successfully ignited her desire to intense heights. They didn't rush through their explorations of each other. In fact, Ceci showed Derek just how much she liked her new dark lover for a long time before she let him have her body. They changed pace throughout the night, slow and deep, and then fast and hard. Against the bedroom wall, in her bed, and of course in the shower. By the time they'd worn themselves out it was almost three in the morning. Ceci's lingerie had been discarded hours earlier and she was naked beneath the covers, Derek's body curled around her small form. Her subconscious didn't even have the energy to reach out to Rakith or Alaric again. In fact, the constant state of sexual desire she'd been in had worn out even the deepest recesses of her mind.

When her alarm sounded at six o'clock, she groaned and smacked her hand against the offending noise. "Mmmm..." She grumbled, rolling over and burrowing herself in against Derek's chest. He was warm, he smelled good, and his strong arms were tight around her. She didn't want to get out of bed at all. It wasn't until eight thirty that she woke up, her lips parting in a yawn. Immediately she grinned, pressing her lips to the dark, firm skin in front of her face. "Good Morning, Derek..." She purred, playfully pushing him so she could slide herself on top of his body. Ceci straddled him as he woke from his own sleepy state, her blue eyes sparking with some heat. She was ready to coax him forward for another round of fun, but her gaze shifted to the clock beside her bed. "SHIT!" She cried, scrambling off of the bed, naked and in a panic. "Derek! We're late for school!"

She was in front of her dresser, pulling out panties and a bra, when she turned over her shoulder to look at him. "You go ahead of me...Get dressed and get there. We'll look less obvious if we don't arrive together..Maybe we won't get in as much trouble if they treat it as two incidents..." She whined, her brows creased with concern. "Damn it!" Ceci slid her panties on then slipped her bra over her shoulders, snapping the clasps in the back and then looking around for a clean school uniform. She'd already missed an exam and she was likely going to miss a second. Ceci felt like a complete moron. Was it worth it? Yes..

She was brushing a comb through her hair, while slipping her shoes on when she glanced at Derek getting dressed. "I wish I could offer you breakfast...but I guess we'll just have to wait for lunch..." She teased, winking at him when he looked up at her. "Unless..." Her mood deflated, "We have detention..." Ceci groaned and rolled her eyes. "Go go go!" She urged, searching for her books.
 
Derek loved their night together, it was beautiful and powerfully romantic as well as erotic. They were like rabbits, using nearly every inch of her bedroom for their wild and delicious sex. But the best part was falling asleep with her in his arms. Waking to her was even better, and while he was tired from the night before, his smile was bright as he kissed her. “Good morning to you too, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “I could live with waking to you every morning,” he told her gently. But then her words turned to panic.

Wouldn't be the first time he strolled in to class late, he would likely be forgiven. Still he didn't like doing it. School was important to him. He wanted a back up plan in case football wasn't an option professionally, though he knew it was at this point. But also, he did want to graduate on the honor roll, and in the top ten percent of the class. Nodding, he told her, “I'll head in, I will likely be ok, the perks of being a football star that brings money to the school. But you be careful, I've heard of Dr. Ramis waiting for late students at the door.” He kissed her softly, and then let her get ready.
 
Ceci stuck her tongue out playfully, realizing Derek would be fine. Nobody wanted to punish the High School's star athlete. But Ceci had also never been late before. She'd probably get pulled aside just because of how unusual it was. A groan fell from her lips just thinking about it. She did not want to run into Dr. Ramis. Mumbling to herself, she finished getting ready, waving to Derek when he left to get to the school before her. She'd just have to text him later and let him know what happened.

After brushing her teeth and applying a thin coat of make-up, she was off to the school. She arrived just after second period, pulling her car into the parking lot and scurrying her way towards the front of the school. She froze halfway there. Was it a better idea to sneak around the back? If she went in the gym entrance she had less chance of getting caught. But it was usually kept locked from the outside. Derek! He can unlock it for me! Ceci pulled out her phone, finding his name and starting a text. She was getting ready to hit send when she heard someone clear their throat. Her head shot up. Dr. Ramis.

He'd already seen her. And he could tell she was trying to think of an escape. She was screwed. Slipping her phone into her backpack, her shoulders slumped and she headed to the front of the school where the Principal was waiting. When she made it to where he was waiting, she stopped, sheepishly glancing up at him. "Good Morning, Dr. Ramis..." She greeted. "I can explain..." Ceci started, trying to think of some sort of excuse that would get her excused from her lateness.
 
The principle frowned at her. “Good Morning, Cecilia. I know full well why you're late. Do you really think I don't know that you and Derek are a thing? That you fucked in my school yesterday, twice?” He stepped aside and pointed at the doorway, “In you go, and straight to my office, young lady. There are consequences to your behavior.” Ozramis was going to enjoy this, even more so since he knew Rakith had no choice but to watch it. Once she passed him, he turned to follow, watching every sway of her ass.

Upon entering the main office, he told his secretary, “Hold all calls, and I am not to be disturbed unlesst he school is burning down, Miss Ames. I have work to do in disciplining a naughty student.” The woman nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. She gave him a bemused smile and returned her attention back to work.

The office was large, much larger than she might have imagined. Besides the massive mahogany desk with the leather executive chair behind it, the student chairs were simple unadorned wood. There was a leather couch. Large plate glass windows covered one side of the room from top to bottom looking out over the football field behind the school where Derek would practice later. There was a doorway that lead to stairs going down. What would he have a basement for?

Motioning her to stand in front of his desk. He frowned at her. “So, Cecilia, what do you have to say for yourself right now? Because I'll be honest, this doesn't look good for you. With your college ambitions, multiple detentions for indecent behavior plus tardiness would not look good.”
 
When Dr. Ramis used foul language she tensed, knowing he was not playing games. How did he know about what happened in the lab? She understood the hallway, but the lab had been empty! She frowned, looking at the doorway that he was pointing at. "Yes, sir.." She murmured, walking past him and into the school as he directed. Slowly she made her way down the lobby and through the office to where Dr. Ramis' office would be. She'd never been in his office before because she didn't remember ever doing anything to warrant the attention of the Principal. When she entered she looked around with curious eyes, surprised at the size and decor of his things. Of course until her eyes settled on the simple chair reserved for students. Ceci had to hold back her eye roll.

Her eyes lingered on the door on the far wall, wondering what on earth was behind it. She stood in front of his desk, her hands clasped tightly together. She flinched when Dr. Ramis mentioned how her actions could get her in trouble with college. "Dr. Ramis!" She turned a pleaded gaze on him. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again!" She promised, "This is only my first time being late...I overslept...it was an accident..." She explained, her voice getting softer. "My behavior has been..." She paused, unsure how to describe it, "Unlike me...and I understand it isn't acceptable in this school.." She swallowed the lump in her throat, "Can I just do some volunteer hours? Clean the bleachers after a game? Anything that won't ruin my record?"

She didn't know much about Dr. Ramis. The troublemakers knew all about him because they dealt with him on a regular basis, but she didn't. She'd only seen him in passing or in assemblies. Was he merciful? Or was he going to lay down the law on her? Her nerves were shot and her stomach grew queasy just thinking about what was going to happen.

Don't trust him! Her subconscious flared back to life, waking up from its exhausted slumber. It was an irritating and nagging feeling she was getting the longer she stood in front of Dr. Ramis, but she wasn't connecting any dots. She didn't really hear the voice in her head. She just felt that something was wrong. Ceci assumed the feeling came from the fact that she was getting in trouble for her reckless actions. She saw nothing else wrong with the scenario. "I could clean your office? Help the janitorial staff around the school on the weekend? Dr. Ramis..I'm begging you. I need to get into college...."
 
Standing near her, despite that he was short for a man, he still towered over her. “So this is what it will take to keep you from getting these negative marks from me. And think about it before you dismiss it or accept it, as once the choice is made, there is no going back, and no second chances. Understand?” He waited for her to acknowledge him before continuing. “I know that you have a quasi boyfriend you've been dating for a while now, a deliquent college student named Keith, and that you have something going on with his younger brother Rick. Now that you are also with Derek, and wearing his necklace I see. And there were the three men you slept with Friday night. You've had sex while students watched you at Derek's locker. You fucked in a chemistry lab. So I ask you, Cecilia, what does that make you?”

He waited for her answer. And there was only one answer that was acceptable. And likely enough, she knew it deep down. After all, it was what the point of this charade was. To turn her into the slut that the Cabal had failed at due to the clever betrayal of Alaric. Not that he blamed Alaric, all men should endeavor to gain power however they could. Still betrayal was betrayal, and he couldn't allow it to go unpunished, or risk more trying it.

“So, yes,” he told her firmly, “you are a slut. Now, you can either be upset about it, even as you fuck like a rabbit, or you can embrace that you are a slut, and live a happier life. After all, Keith and his brother simply left you alone. Who's at fault for your cheating on them? Certainly it is you, right?”

It was time to move in for the kill now, and so he smiled at her with merciless look in his eyes. “So, since we have agreed that you are a slut. You will now be my slut. You can keep seeing Derek, and he is not to know of this. He is my star athlete, and the gravy train for this school. So you are to see to his every whim and need when you are not in my office. But while in my office, you belong to me. If you understand and accept, you may strip for me now.”
 
Dr. Ramis knew too much. Way too much. Ceci listened as he listed all of the details of her most recent life choices. And then his question. What does that make you? Her eyes narrowed, giving her an annoyed and slightly pissed appearance. He was getting at something and she wasn't sure she liked what she thought it was. She didn't want to give him an answer. Slut. She didn't like the answer. Part of her was deeply disturbed by it, the same part that had been guilting her over her choices to sleep with guys that weren't Keith. When she was silent, maintaining her scowl, he answered for her. He suggested she embrace her title and live a happier life. Her scowl turned to an expression of disbelief.

Ceci was seeing a side of Dr. Ramis she never imagined existed. You will now be my slut. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides and she stared at him, her gaze strained. He wanted her to continue her relationship, or whatever it was, with Derek. But be his slut too? And keep that a secret. She was without words. But it was the only way to keep him from messing with her record. If her record got tarnished, she would have a hard time getting into the college she wanted to go to. The college that gave her Keith. He's toying with you.. A voice warned. She closed her eyes, her head throbbing as she fought to figure out what she needed to do. If you understand and accept, you may strip for me now. Her eyes flashed open and she was glaring again. "You're serious..." She snapped. His expression said as much. Ceci just stood in front of his desk, not moving, not speaking, not even really seeing. She was stunned. Numb. Of all the people in the entire school. Dr. Ramis was not one with whom she'd considered sleeping with. Though to be fair, up until Friday night she hadn't wanted to sleep with anyone besides her boyfriend. Well there was Rick, but that was another story entirely. She couldn't remember what was going on with that relationship, but she had a feeling it was more than it was supposed to be.

"This isn't very appropriate, Dr. Ramis..." She reasoned softly. Her fingers latched onto the edge of her skirt, tugging on the fabric to try and give her anxiety an escape route. His face said it all. He knew she didn't have a choice. He knew she wasn't going to risk her future. Ceci's jaw clenched tightly, but still she didn't move to do as he said. "Dr. Ramis..." She tried again, looking for any mercy in his gaze. None. She'd never seen such a look from someone before. Completely merciless. He was not a normal man. She was repulsed and she wanted desperately to walk out of his office and just go the hell home, but to do that was risking everything.

"I..." She took a deep breath, her stomach churning. She considered how much longer she had until graduation. It was only a few more months. After that she'd be gone. As long as nothing showed up on her record before she graduated she'd be accepted to college. Once she was accepted she didn't have to see Dr. Ramis again. Everything would be a secret. Keith wouldn't know. Derek wouldn't know. Nobody would know. It would ruin the Principal's reputation as much as hers. He wouldn't risk that, right? "Fine...." She snapped bitterly. She felt blackmailed. She was blackmailed.

Ceci started to unbutton her blouse, glaring at Dr. Ramis the entire time. She slid her blazer off, setting it on the chair beside her then she pulled her blouse off her shoulders. A shiver shook her and she swallowed her panic. This was necessary. She plucked the button on her skirt undone and then shimmied out of the fabric, letting it pool at her feet, where she then slipped her shoes off. That left her in white stockings and a matching lavender lace panty and bra set. She felt exposed. Ceci's hands were shaking, hesitating. She didn't want to strip down completely, so she merely stared at him, biting her tongue and refusing to move any further.
 
Ozramis watched her as she undressed. She knew she had no choice, she never had since she'd arrived in his world. This was of course what it was all building towards. The final fall of her morals. The last hurrah as it were. A few more days, and she would be forever changed. It might not even take that long, she might be by the time she went home tonight past the point of no return. After all, she was now cheating on the guy she was cheating on her boyfriend and the other man she was cheating with. Well at least that would be how her mind would see it.

“You forgot one very important part, Cecilia. You did not admit to what you are. And you know full well what you are. Besides a nymphomaniac, which you are as well. Now remember, there will be no second chances... So admit what you know to be true, Cecilia. And finish taking those clothes off for me. I want you naked save for the stockings and your shoes,” he told her in a deep and commanding voice. He was allowing the reality of his being a demon lord slip through enough to use the presence and voice that commanded millions, and caused his enemies to quake before him.

While he was with her in the world he had created for her downfall, his presence was still in the chamber with Rakith. “Watch the final moments of your girl's morals... As I turn her into the slut she was born to be.. Watch and weep....” he taunted his foe before more of that terrifying laughter boomed through out the chamber.
 
She visibly flinched, her shoulders jerking, when he mentioned she'd forgotten to say and admit what she was. Slut. He called her a nymphomaniac and her lips parted in surprise. She looked even more uneasy, unable to deny what he was saying. She was terrible. She was exactly as he described her. A normal girl would have just taken the mark up on their record, throwing their future away for the sake of their morals. But she wasn't. She was giving herself over to be her Principal's slut. A normal girl wouldn't have slept around on her boyfriend! She argued. She wasn't a normal high school girl anymore. She was a slut, just as he told her. Cecilia. The way her name rolled off his tongue made her chest tighten with fear.

His voice changed, becoming more powerful than any she'd heard before. It caused her to shiver, her eyes wide and momentarily fearful. "I..." She bit down on her lip, her hands shaking as she stood in front of him, still hesitating. She was mentally grasping for something. But what it was she didn't know. It wasn't coming to her. She was merely grasping at the air. There was nothing to protect her. She was stuck. There would be no way out.

"I'm a slut..." She said numbly, her gaze lowering to focus on the corner of his desk. She'd said it. Something in the deepest recesses of her mind seemed to cry out, trying to find a way to the surface, but it didn't make it. It remained beaten down and distant. "I'm a slut...And now I'm apparently your slut..." She didn't sound happy at all. Slowly she let reality sink in around her, her gaze still lingering on the edge of his desk. She didn't want to make eye contact with him, not now. Not ever. Ceci grabbed the edge of her panties, sliding them down her legs until she was able to step out of them. Her bra came next, the clasp popped and the fabric pulled down her arms. Hesitantly she raised her blue eyes to look at Dr. Ramis, her chest tight and her eyes glistening with unshed tears. What are you doing? Came a whisper. I don't know, was the only response she had.
 
Ozramis smiled to himself at the sadness in her eyes. It was clear while she knew what she was, she was not happy about it nor willing yet to embrace the truth about it. Had he been a kind being, he would have felt bad. But there was not a single kind bone in his body, and thus he enjoyed her discomfort. She stood there, naked save for her stockings and shoes, and he moved to his desk. Pulling out a leash, he attached it to the collar that while she hadn't seen it there, was still under the glamour. She would see it now, the dog collar with “Slut” written on it. Leading her by the leash, he took her to the door leading down.

The stairs descended into a plush and elegant, well dungeon was the only word for it. Red velvet on the walls, jet black floor. All the furnishings were either black or red or a combination of both. There was a swing hanging from one corner, a black leather padded X, a sawhorse, a pillory, and a massive four poster bed with sating sheets in blood red. Each post had handcuffs attached to them. Along one wall, was a wooden rack with at least two dozen different whips and paddles on it. Unhooking the collar, he told her firmly, “We will use everything here today before you go home. Where do you wish to start?”

He held a pink ball gag in his hands as he waited for he to choose her first torture. By forcing her to choose, he was forcing her to be an active participant in her downfall, rather than a mere victim. From his point of view, that was key for it working in the end. If she could push it off as being victimized, well then she could hold out longer. But he wouldn't give her that chance.
 
When Dr. Ramis stepped forward, clipping what she noticed was a dog leash onto something around her neck, she stiffened. Where had the collar come from? She hadn't been wearing a collar! She'd never worn a collar. Her eyes were wide as she lifted a hand and ran it along the leather, her heart skipping a beat. There was little time to really react to what happened because he was already on the move. She had no choice but to follow him as he held the leash, leading her to the door she'd been curious about. At the doorway she hesitated, but when she started to feel the slack on the leash lessen, she followed him down the stairs. Her eyes took in the surroundings as they reached the bottom and her stomach twisted in knots of terror and oddly intrigue. She'd never seen a place like what she was viewing. Dr. Ramis' voice broke into her trance like state and she looked at him, "E-Everything?" She whispered in disbelief. They were going to use everything? In one day? Ceci was afraid of exactly what her day had just become. What have you done?

She was wearing a collar and she'd been brought into some bizarre sex room. Her mind was in a fit and her hands were shaking as she glanced down at his palm where he held a ball gag. Where did she want to start? Was he seriously making her choose? She wanted to start right back up the stairs and go home! Many of the things she saw around the room she didn't understand or know what to do with. The only thing she was familiar with completely was the bed. The handcuffs made her belly quiver, but otherwise it seemed the safest place to start. Her eyes continued to the wall that held the whips and paddles and she seemed to pale. "Dr. Ramis...I..." She continued to scan the different stations set up and she bit her lip, "I don't know what these are for..." She admitted, her voice shaking.

Where do you wish to start? She knew he wouldn't let her off the hook. She needed to make a decision. "Ahh...The..bed..." She lifted her hand to point to the lavish piece of furniture, nothing soothing about it's blood red sheets. After she made her choice she frowned, maybe the bed wasn't the best place to start. Maybe starting with the scariest or most intimidating piece was best? "W-Wait..." She shook her head. "That..." Ceci's outstretched hand pointed to the leather padded X in the corner of the room. "Start...with...that..." A tremor escaped through her voice and she bit down on her lip.
 
Ozramis smiled at her choice. He had hope that she would choose that one. Moving her to the cross, he tied her face down against it so that her bare back and ass were exposed to him. Lifting her hair up, he placed the gag into her mouth and secured it under her hair, which sparkled back to its original blonde color. Once he was done, he took a marker from a table nearby, and turning to look in the direction of the view Rakith had, and grinned. Moving to Ceci's firm ass, he wrote on her cheeks, “My Bitch Now” before showing it to Rakith's view.

Moving to set the marker down, he went to the rack and explored his options. Picking a nice long whip, he cracked it in the air loudly, using it to build the fear in her. Crack! Crack! Crack! Each time it was closer to her, louder until the last time was next to her, close enough for her to feel the disturbance in the air pressure near her. Letting her process it all, he waited patiently for several long moments, the only sound her breathing. He had yet to speak a word since tying her down. Silence would be more terrifying he felt.

Finally, when he felt he had waited long enough for the tension to build, he cracked the whip again, this time touching her bare skin for the first time. The sting was sharp as the whip touched her skin just above her ass on her lower back. The second strike was higher, the tip wrapping around her body to hit a sensitive nipple with the tip. The third strike coiled itself fully around her body. Letting it sit there, he moved to the rack again, and picked up a firm wooden paddle.

Using it, he started to give her a very firm and powerful spanking. If she hadn't been crying before, he knew she would be now. Once he felt she had endured enough, he pulled the gag from her mouth to allow her to speak. “Now, Cecilia, do you accept your role better? When you told me before you were a slut and my slut, you seemed... Unhappy. Have I beaten that out of you yet?”
 
To see that her choice pleased him was disturbing and she was reluctant to follow him as he pulled her towards the contraption. "What--?" She was ready to ask him what it was used for, but she was pressed into the leather, facing away from him as he tied her down. Being tied down was not something that sit well with her, not in the way it was being done. Not with him. She shivered once the restraints were in place, her pulse unsteady. She felt the shift in her hair and her lips parted, surprised as the gag found its way between her lips. A sound of panic never made it past the ball as Dr. Ramis secured it under her hair. He wasn't saying anything to her and it made her even more uneasy. Her hands clenched into fists and her toes curled as she tested the bonds that held her. She was vulnerable.

The odd sensation of a marker against her skin was unexpected, but not bad. The seconds ticked by and she still heard nothing but his feet as they crossed the room. When the first crack of the whip filled the air she jumped, her eyes wide as she realized what he was going to do. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Ceci's breathing picked up until the air was rushing through her nose in a panicked pace. Each crack of the whip made her jerk again. The whisper of air across her bare skin alerted her to the closeness of the whip, her breathing stopping abruptly as she held it in. Was her skin to feel the caress of leather next? It was deathly silent around them until the moment the whip rang through again.

This time it did touch her. A yelp was muffled around the gag and her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was sharp and lingering on her lower back. The second brought an even louder, but muffled groan from her as the tip of the whip flicked her nipple. The sensitive peak burned and she blinked back tears from the foreign sensations. The third made her arch against the restraints. She felt the weight as he released the whip, leaving it coiled around her body as he went to find another toy for his amusement. He didn't hesitate this time, when he returned to her side he immediately began the next step in his plans.

The first smack from the paddle caused her body to grow more tense, jerking powerfully as she fought against the ties. Each time the paddle came down, she felt tears pour from the edges of her eyes, staining her cheeks as she cried against the ball. Her ass on fire, the burn of each smack of the paddle only getting worse the longer he continued. Just when Ceci didn't think it was going to end, it did. She slumped against the restraints that she'd been so painfully pulling against, her eyes blurry with tears when she turned to look at Dr. Ramis. He removed the gag from her mouth and she released a sob. Have I beaten that out of you yet? He wanted her to be happy about her role as his slut. If she wasn't, would he continue?

Ceci licked her lips, her blue eyes wide with fear as she nodded her head. "Y-yes..." She responded quickly. "No more..." She whispered, "Please..." She could still feel the burn from each strike and she feared what it would feel like to experience anymore. But he isn't anywhere near done with you. He said as much. Ceci swallowed the terror down and looked at him with a more focused stare, "I'm your slut..." She said it firmly, trying to hide any wavering in her tone. "I accept it..." She tried to assure him, though the tension that was leaking into her expression would reveal her lie.
 
Ozramis laughed softly, “You might make Keith or Rick believe that lie, Cecilia. But I am an adult who deals with delinquent teens like you all the time. Grabbing a hold of her long blonde tresses, he wrapped them around his fist and pulled hard back towards him. His mouth against her ear, he whispered darkly into her ear, “As they say... the beatings shall continue until morale improves...”
Holding her in place as he was, his breath was hot and damp against her exposed neck. His scent filled her nostrils, dark and ominous. “When you truly accept it, let me know... Until then...” he growled low and menacingly against her neck. Releasing her hair, he didn't put the gag back in. But he did take the whip back into his hands and uncoiled it from around her body.

Where before the sting had been more for show than anything else, this time, the whip cracked harder against her skin, welts formed quickly where the leather struck her. After half a dozen hard strikes, he backed off some, back to more sting than actual pain. Finally, he stopped, and put the whip away. Pulling something else unseen from the table, he walked back to her slowly. “You see, Cecilia, this is all a part of your education,” he told her in that deep commanding tone of his, “you see, we lie all the time, but mostly we lie to ourselves. I bet there is a voice inside you trying to convince you that this is all a lie, that you don't belong here, am I right? That is your brain trying to lie to you, to help you assuage your guilt for cheating on Keith, with first his brother. Then the three boys Friday night, and Derek ever since. It wants you to believe that you are being coerced to do these things, but be honest with yourself, Cecilila. You know you did each and everyone of those things willingly.,”


Moving himself next to her, he reached around her and applied something hard cold and tight against her hard nipples. They were clips which he tightened until she could barely stand it. Whenever she moved now, two little bells on each tinkled announcing even the smallest movements of her body. Undoing her hands from the cross, one at a time, he placed them behind her back, and then placed her in handcuffs. Finally he unhooked her feet, and held her as wobbly as she was. “Now, Cecilia, think very carefully. What do you have to tell me? And what do you want more than anything right now?” he grinned at her, waiting for her to answer wondering if she would give the right answers.
 
He didn't believe her. But had she really expected him to? A whimper left her lips when he grabbed her hair, hair she now noticed as she saw some strands fall into her face, was blonde. That confused her just as much as the collar did, but she couldn't think about it yet. A pain prickled at her scalp as he pulled her by her hair, the heat from his breath burning along her ear and neck. He was going to keep it up until she could honestly tell him she accepted her fate. A shiver wracked her entire body, his tone of voice terrifying her. "Please don't..." She whispered, but he'd released her already, her body falling back into place as the restraints required. The whip was uncoiled from her body, and her fear increased tenfold. If she'd thought anything had hurt before- she was wrong.

Each strike was harder than she'd felt earlier, and they tore half screams and choking sobs from her lips, her body recoiling from each blow. They lessened some, returning to the sharp sting she remembered feeling first, her cries softer, but still filling the basement room. She just wanted it to stop. She was supposed to be his slut. Couldn't she just fuck him and get it over with? This wasn't what she'd been expecting. The whip disappeared and she once more found herself slumping against the restraints, her breathing shaky and uneven as she tried to compose herself. Dr. Ramis' voice infiltrated her peace, his tone commanding and deep in a way she'd never heard from him during any assemblies. When he mentioned the voice inside, she lifted her head to look at him, curious as to how he knew such things. Be honest with yourself, Cecilila. She frowned, her brows knitting together as she thought about what he said.

Ceci sucked in a sharp breath when she felt some cold, hard, and tight start to clamp around her nipples. She squirmed, making a whining gasp as she tried to get away from whatever he was doing. A constant burn of discomfort, edging on pain started in her nipples and she bit down on her lip. With every movement she made she heard the soft chime of bells. Her mind was preoccupied with the new, strange, and confusing sensation when he started to undo her hands from the cross. Without fighting him she let him move her hands behind her back, where they were handcuffed. When her feet were unhooked as well she stumbled a little, having to use Dr. Ramis' aid to keep her from falling.

What do you have to tell me? And what do you want more than anything right now? This all seemed to be a game for him, and she didn't want to be the loser. You already are the loser. He's got you where he wants you. Ceci frowned and closed her eyes. What was she feeling? That was what she needed to figure out. She felt lingering pain, but her body was shaking from the rush of adrenaline his 'punishment' had given her.

"What do I have to tell you?" She repeated his question, opening her blue eyes and focusing them on him. There was a part of her mind shifting, whether it was to protect herself or not, and it was telling her that things weren't that bad. That he made sense on several points. Was her mind helping her lie to herself? He would be able to see the concentration in her expression as she considered everything he'd said. She swayed, the bells tinkling from the movement and bringing her back to the moment. Her nipples throbbed and a dull ache was spreading through her breasts, making her breathless. Already the power struggle between her mind and body was adjusting, her body trying to take over. "I have to tell you how I accept being your slut..." She said more clearly, "Though I admit Dr. Ramis..." She murmured, her gaze flicking from his face to her breasts, "This is the last thing I had in mind...."

It was almost humorous to her. Her Principal had this type of room setup beneath the school. "I thought you'd be a sloppy, old fuck...." She hissed, her eyes narrowing, but her lips curling into a small smile. "You've proven me to be...very very wrong..." Ceci shifted again, the bells making her squirm and whimper. "What do I want more than anything right now?" She whispered. To go home! To find Keith! A voice shouted. To let him tie you down and fuck you, a stronger voice growled. Ceci appeared to be having trouble controlling her own desires and she bit her lip painfully, trying to bring forth some sort of clarity. "I want..." She glanced around the room, "You...." Blue eyes stopped on each thing in the room until they landed back on the bed, her eyes clouded, "To take me to that bed and show me what it means to be a slut...." The words were out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying.

A gasp escaped her lips and her eyes went wide, the rational side of her coming into control for a moment. "Oh fuck..." She whispered, shaking her head. "Dr. Ramis...I..." It was too late though. He would know he was getting to her. Ceci pulled on her wrists, whimpering in frustration when she remembered they were cuffed together.
 
Ozramis smiled. While there was still some conflict inside her, he knew, the part he wanted to win was starting to take over. Leading her to the bed, he lay her down and then restrained her with the cuffs, removing the ones behind her back first of course. Once she was nicely secured, he looked down at her and smiled. “I will do just that, Cecilia.” he told her firmly. Standing at the foot of the bed, where she would have no trouble seeing him, he started to undress. Unlike what might be expected, he had a firm and fit body. By the time he was done, he had only a pair of boxers on that barely concealed a sizeable bulge. He rubbed it for her, and it grew in size. “Like what you see, my little Slut?” he asked her.

Moving to the side of the bed, he climbed onto it straddling her chest. He moved close enough to her, that her head could reach his body, he was within reach of her mouth and lips. “Pull my shorts down with your mouth, Cecilia.. Suck my cock, show me the skills you share with your boys... While you suck a man's cock.” His fingers teased her clamped nipples, while the other hand reached behind him and teased her sex with his rough fingers.

“Make me believe,” he told her firmly, “that my slut wants what I have for her..” Moving his hand behind her back, he pulled her forward until her face was inches from his firm and throbbing bulge. “And remember, there will be a test at the end, this is school, after all.” he teased her.
 
There was that smile again, Ceci shivered, her feet carrying her obediently to the bed as Dr. Ramis led her. Her heart jumped right into her throat as she felt the silky sheets at her back, her hands uncuffed for a moment before each limb was restrained. Her gaze followed him to where he stood at the foot of the bed, fully focused on each of his movements as he started to undress. Who would have known what the Principal had been hiding under his stuffy work clothes? Her breathing hitched as he rubbed the growing bulge in his boxers. That part of her that recently had been unable to resist anything sexual sparked to life as he moved to the side of the bed. Her lips parted as he settled himself over her chest, the heat from his sex close enough to feel. Pull my shorts down with your mouth, Cecilia.. He always used her full name and something about that made her squirm.

A soft gasp fell from her parted lips as his fingers skimmed over her nipples, overly sensitive from the firm clamps that continued to torture her. Her face was only inches from his sex as his fingers teased her. "Dr. Ramis..." She groaned, her eyes no longer clear as they became cloudy with desire. So close to him it was easy for her to clamp her teeth down along the rim of his boxers, slowly pulling them down with a head movement. Once she'd gotten them below his bulging erection, she stopped, her eyes focused on the shaft that bobbed enticingly in front of her. She barely heard his teasing comment about a test because her mind was focused on one thing only. Pleasing him with her lips wrapped around his cock.

A breathy moan escaped her before her tongue slid right up the front of him, from the base to the tip. Her body reacted to his touch as it would for any of her other lovers, her hips pushing against any brush of fingers she could find. She leaned forward as much as she could, wrapping her lips around Dr. Ramis' hard shaft. She started shallow, slipping the head of his cock between her lips where she could tease him with the wet warmth of her tongue. Then she slipped him a little deeper, rolling her tongue around him in slow sweeps. He tasted different, but she didn't seem to care. There was something off about him, nothing like Derek or the other boys. That's because he's a monster! A distant voice tried to reason, but Ceci merely sunk her lips farther down his length, groaning around him as he finally hit the back of her throat. Her wrists naturally pulled against their restraints as she got more into her task. She repeatedly pushed him into the back of her throat, as if she were trying to choke herself and then she'd retreat, teasing the head of his cock and glancing up to watch his face. It was obvious that the restraints frustrated her, but she didn't hesitate to continue. She was his slut after all.
 
Ozramis smiled down at her as he enjoy her oral skill. He wondered if Rakith had taught this skill, of if she had learned it through his influence. Regardless, she made the experience exquisite. He didn't want to cum in her mouth however, so once she had him good and hard, and a little heated, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Getting off of the bed, he finished undressing before undoing the hand cuffs. Once she was no longer bound, he turned her over onto her stomach. Pressed fully down rather than on her hands and knees, he lined his shaft up with her pussy and slammed it inside her hard, going balls deep on the first thrust. He started to pound her almost immediately, as she had asked him to show her how a slut got treated after all.

Holding her body down with one hand he placed the other around her mouth and tilted her had back with it. Then the real rough sex started. The principal was giving her an education of just exactly a rough fuck was, more than any of her previous partners. The pace and force he used with her bordered on brutal, as his assault on her body was hard and nearly violent. The way he was taking her, he left no doubt whatsoever of what she was, and whom she belonged to.

While Ozramis knew she wasn't really his past this world, he wanted to place in her mind that Rakith was just A lover, not the one who necessarily was her BEST lover. No his goal was to teach her to crave it hard, rough and dominantly: to make her crave to be totally and utterly dominated by men OTHER than Rakith. To make his love and lovemaking, and make it feel lacking. That would be his ultimate victory.
 
When Dr. Ramis pulled away, his cock slipping from between her lips, Ceci frowned. She was immediately confused. Had she not done something right? Why was he pulling away? When he uncuffed her and flipped her over she was immediately worried he was going to start his earlier treatment again. She grunted softly when he pressed her down onto her stomach, her legs spread for him, "Dr..." She didn't get to question him, because she felt the tip of his cock press against her lower lips. Oh God, she thought. Ceci had no time to prepare herself for the hard, deep thrust that pierced her body. Her back naturally bowed from the force but he kept her pushed down into the bed with one hand. His other wrapped around her mouth and tilted her head back uncomfortably. Her eyes were wide as her body took each pounding blow from his cock. Never before had she experienced something so rough and it made her panic. But as she took each thrust she felt her body slowly succumbing to the brutality of Dr. Ramis' touch.

Soon enough Ceci found herself half moaning, half crying against his hand. Her body couldn't figure out if it loved every moment of the rough sex or if it hurt too much to be enjoyed. She was stuck somewhere in the middle where the pain and discomfort made the pleasure that much more intense. Ceci did in fact find her climax under Dr. Ramis' brutal hand and with his skillful manipulation she stopped fighting her body's reactions. After using each piece of equipment in his hidden basement, he dismissed Ceci to go about her day. She did and as requested, came back each day following. After a few days she started to look forward to the time she spent in Dr. Ramis' basement. Not necessarily for him, but for the strange array of emotions she was free to experience under his firm hand.

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Nausea rolled through her, sending goosebumps over her milky skin and causing her to groan. Ceci jumped from the bed in sudden alarm, her eyes wide as she ran to the bathroom attached to her room. She wasn't wearing anything since the night before had been spent with Derek between her legs. As usual. She was currently alone because he had left early to get to school for a morning practice. Ceci had sent him off with a happy beginning to his day, making sure the school's star athlete was thoroughly warmed up for his practice. But after he left she'd been unable to get back to sleep, her stomach doing somersaults and her head pounding. As Ceci hung over the edge of the toilet she groaned. This is the second day I've felt like this... She mentally recounted. For awhile she sat on the bathroom floor in case she felt the need to get sick again. It was then that she realized an alarming fact. She hadn't had a monthly cycle in awhile. "Oh God..." She cried, leaping to her feet in a panic. Ceci started to pace, counting the weeks since she'd last had a menstrual cycle. She realized immediately that she needed to go buy a pregnancy test.

With shaking hands she got dressed for school, her mind tossing back the idea of being pregnant. Was it Dereks? Dr. Ramis? They were the two she had sex with the most regularly. Since she'd started sneaking to Dr. Ramis' office during study hall and after school she hadn't really been having sex with anyone else but Derek. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Keith or Rick so they weren't even a possibility in her mind. She drove to the store on the way to school, stopping in and embarrassingly requesting a pregnancy test from behind the customer service desk. She didn't know why they couldn't just put the things out on the floor like all of their other products. The woman behind the counter gave her a curious look but didn't argue with her. After paying, Ceci stuffed the test into her purse and got back in her car.

The entire way to the school she was fighting waves of nausea and nerves. Did she tell anyone? Couldn't she get kicked out of school? What about college? Ceci parked in the school lot then realized she'd arrived earlier than most of the other students. She grabbed her books and her purse and quickly entered the school. She couldn't spend the entire day wondering what was going on so she immediately fled to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later she was standing in front of her locker looking horribly pale. She was pregnant. The halls were starting to fill with students as they arrived and met up with their friends, but Ceci just stared silently into her locker. She wasn't unsure of what her next step was supposed to be.
 
Ozramis knew what was going on, of course, and so he made his rounds of the school before arriving at Ceci's locker. She looked in shock. And of course she would be. She was a teenager who suddenly found herself with child. More with her sexual activity, she would have no idea who the father is. He of course knew since this was his world. That she would have a child of mixed race would be the larger stigma, not only socially, but also in her acceptance that Keith wasn't possibly the father. That it took somebody other than him to give her a child.

So when he arrived at her locker he made his way to her with the same firm look on his face as always. Standing next to her, his hands clasped behind his back he asked her with that powerful voice of his, the caress of steel covered in silk, “Something wrong, Cecilia? You have the look of somebody in shock. Do you wish to discuss it?” It was as close to “warm and kind” as anyone could remember Dr. Ramis ever being.

His steel gray eyes looked at her intently, watching her as her body trembled with shock. Of course if he was a truly kind man, he would have comforted her somehow, but for a true demon lord, compassion was a weakness. And he couldn't even fake that. It was one of the reasons he hated Rakith so much, it was what he represented, a new kind of demon who could love. That would destroy the Demonic Council of Six.
 
When Dr. Ramis' voice infiltrated the recesses of her mind, Ceci jumped, turning her gaze to settle on him. "Dr. Ramis..." She murmured, her voice soft and overflowing with emotion she couldn't even begin to understand. He asked her if anything was wrong and she tensed. Did she tell him? There was the chance that she was carrying his child. Did he have the right to know about that chance? Ceci looked uncomfortable, her movements fidgety. "N-No..." She answered with a shake of her head, "I'm fine...There's nothing to discuss...." She tried to assure him. She'd always been a horrible liar, but Dr. Ramis had always been able to see right through her.

Ceci grabbed a book from her locker and closed the door, turning her back on the line of lockers to offer the Principal a small smile. "I've just been feeling a little sick the last few days..." She explained. At least that was a truth. "I'm not sure if I'm going to make it through the day..." Ceci admitted, raising a hand to rest over her belly. "I might need to spend some time in the nurses office...." She murmured, lowering her gaze to focus on the floor.

"I hope it won't be a problem if I miss our afternoon..." She glanced around before looking at him, "Our afternoon session..." Another truth. Ceci, with how she was currently feeling, wasn't going to make it through the day. Dr. Ramis had made it clear since day one that she couldn't avoid him and their scheduled meetings. While she normally didn't try to avoid them, she feared his response if she didn't show up. "I...I think I might go home after I let Derek know he shouldn't come over later..." Ceci frowned, irritable that her queasy stomach was messing up her normal day to day schedule.
 
Ozramis knew she was lying of course. Not only was she a terrible liar, but he knew the truth already. Still, that he knew the truth wasn't something he wanted to show. And so he focused on her terrible lying. “Cecilia,” he told her firmly, “you are not good at lying, so why bother? Now, clearly, if you are telling Derek not to come over, and you are skipping our appointment. Plus going home early, clearly something is going on. Why do you tell me, and that way I will not be upset about missing today.” He felt it was reasonably placed for the persona of the Principle. Moving closer to her, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder.

He knew they only had a few minutes before Derek would arrive, and he didn't want to interfere with that. After the new father to be would want some time with his baby momma. As the linebacker didn't know that she was also having steady sex with him. Which was important to keep the illusion of reality, lest her inquisitive nature started to check into things. Add that he knew Alaric was on his way, and would arrive any day now. His eyes looked at Ceci, waiting for her answer.
 
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