Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

The hooded man chuckled. Shrugging he simply said, “We shall see, young witch.” He used the whip again, the lash wrapping around her waist and striking her bare ass. “Your Prince cannot see you here, you are beyond his reach. Your house is destroyed, a smoldering ruin. What do you have to cling to any more? I would think you would seek to ingratiate yourself with your new Masters.” Another crack against her ass. Another, and yet a third. Each was stronger and harsher than the last until her ass cheek glowed red from the slaps.

Moving closer to her, she could feel his fetid breath against her cheeks he was so close. His fingers moved along her body, openly groping her breasts. Gazing deep into her eyes as he did so, she would feel his hand move down her body and take possession of her sex, the part of her only Rakith had ever touched. That part of her that had been his and his alone. Now this man's fingers were inside her, rubbing her exactly the way her body liked. “Face it,” he whispered darkly, the arrogance thick in his voice, “you are alone now. Your body craves sex now that your demon has awakened your lusts. You know as well as I do that you want to be fucked.” To heighten his point, his rough thumb rubbing her clit hard and mercilessly. “Beg me to fuck you, Cecilia, and perhaps things will be much easier for you.”

Two more men came down into the dungeon, one standing on either side of her, Soon their hands were on her. Both men started to fondle her breasts, one per, roughly. They were not unskilled, just not gentle. One of them pulled her red hair back hard and attacked her neck with hot fierce demanding kisses. He then bit her neck hard, adding his mark over Rakith's. The leader grinned at her, “You are our little slut witch now...”
 
Your house is destroyed. Her eyes grew wide and her heart felt like it was breaking. Was he lying to her? Had they truly burned down her cottage? The only piece of her family she had left. The only home she had ever known. She yelped at the sting of the whip, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Both the sharp pain and the emotional distress had her on the verge of tears, despite her desire to be strong in the face of her captor. Ceci bit down on her tongue, her body jerking after each snap of the whip. She didn't want to cry out anymore, drawing blood as she continued to bite into her tongue in desperation. How was she going to get out of their hands? How was Rakith going to get to her if what they said was true?

Her thoughts were derailed when she felt the man's breath against her cheek, making her shiver. The sensation of his fingers on her body made her grimace, her stomach rolling in disgust. She didn't want his hands on her body. Her body was meant for Rakith and him alone. Deep blue eyes locked with that of the man before her, but when she felt him touch her sex, she tore her gaze away, nausea threatening to overwhelm her. You are alone now. She made a strangled sound, trying to hide the pain in her heart, the revulsion in her mind, and the reaction of her bodies more carnal desires. There was nothing that would make her time with the enemy enjoyable, no matter what her body did. Her mind, her heart, and her soul would prevent any true pleasure from being felt. A cry fell from her lips as his thumb shifted to her clit, making her squirm, an attempt to pull away from him. "No..." She snapped, "I'll never beg you for anything..." She hissed, her blue eyes fierce as they rose to meet his gaze again.

Two men entered the dungeon, standing on either side of her and wasting no time in their exploration of her body. She panicked, her eyes losing their fierceness as she felt them at her breasts, making her nipples perk and her body flush with the attention. "I'm not your anything!" She cried, breathless as they kissed her neck, making her cry out when they bit her neck. "I never will be!" She growled, trying to picture herself anywhere else. If she could block out the men touching her, it was possible she could handle whatever was to come. But their touch kept her on the border of disgust and terror and a a body that wanted fulfillment. Fulfillment that Ceci would refuse to give it. Only Rakith could give her what she wanted, and she'd never accept pleasure from the hands of such monsters. "He's going to kill you all when he finds me..." She breathed, her fists clenching where they were chained. "And I'm going to make sure it's slow...." She gasped, closing her eyes as she fought against the chains. "Damn it!" She cried in frustration. "Let me go!" The three men that stood around her were scaring her, their attentions never ceasing. They were clearly trying to make a point, but she refused to give them what they wanted. She'd die before she begged someone that wasn't Rakith to fuck her.
 
The leader of the three men knelt down before her, and started to kiss along her thighs. His touch now was much more intimate, less torture. Parting her legs, he placed them on either side of his head on his shoulders. Then he started to lick along her sex before pushing his tongue inside her. Much like Rakith, he paid a lot of attention to her clit, teasing it mercilessly. While not as loving or gentle as her demon prince, the man had skill in this area, that much was obvious. And he was working very hard to make her body betray her. One of his fingers teased her little pucker while he made love to her woman hood with his mouth.

The two men on either side of her picked up the intensity of their work on her breasts, shoulders, and neck. Like the leader, they too knew their way around a woman's body and how to give it pleasure. The bites grew more frequent and more intense. The kisses hot and fierce. They were making a statement certainly, but more so they were chipping away at her resolve. They wanted her to capitulate. To make her cave in and beg for release.

After several very long minutes of this, the leader produced an object from inside his cowled robes. If she looked at it, it was a long thick phallus anatomically correct down to the slight curve, the veins and the bulbous head. He rubbed it along her growing wetness to lubricate it, and then moved it to her puckered rosebud. Pushing it inside her bottom slowly, he moved it in a sexual motion while continuing his assault with his mouth.

Another several long minutes of this and he pulled his mouth away from her as he stood up. His mouth claimed hers, the way Rakith did, powerful strong and dominant. As his face and lips hovered inches from her own, he whispered, “I think you are ready to ask for more, don't you?”
 
Ceci made a sound of terrified panic as the man knelt before her, his lips burning a trail along her thighs until he parted her legs. Now resting on either side of his head, she was unable to stop him from tasting her sex, her lips parting in a sharp gasp, her body stiffening as she did her best to focus only on the revulsion she felt at the invasion. But her body only seemed to register the feeling, the attention that was paid to her throbbing clit. Her mind had no place, no say. She was tense as he worked her over, all sides of her body overwhelmed by the men around her. She couldn't escape them no matter where she turned, her neck arching and only giving them more room as their lips sealed over her flesh. Ceci cried out with every sinking of their teeth, her hands remaining fisted as she struggled through the waves of sensation.

Could she just imagine the pleasure came from Rakith? Would that make it better? Could she handle it then? No. She told herself fiercely, her back arching as she felt something slide along the arousal that soaked her womanhood. "What..." She opened her eyes, which she'd kept tightly shut, but the object was out of view by the time she looked down. But then she felt it, slipping between her tight rosebud, pushing through the resistant barrier. "No!" She gasped, her lips parting in a silent groan as her head fell back, the leader moving the hard object in and out erotically. She felt his lips and tongue along her sex again, causing her to writhe against the men's bodies, her skin flushed as her body reacted as they wanted. But still she refused to beg. Even as she panted and her body became strung so tightly she could barely stand it.

The torture between her legs paused, but then she tasted her own desire on the tongue and lips of another. It was easier to resistant the kiss, but her resistance meant nothing to her enemy, he kissed her powerfully regardless. Momentarily reminding her of the power and demand that could be found behind some of Rakith's kisses. When he pulled away she was breathless and glaring at him, though her gaze was clouded with need and lust. "I..." She couldn't barely form a full sentence, "won't..." She clenched her jaw, "beg. I. Won't. Ask..." She hissed, her chest rising and falling with the effort she was using to resist her needs. Her body was screaming at her, begging her just to submit, but she held her ground. She looked like a woman that was struggling, it was obvious that she was being worn down, but she would continue to fight them. Even if it continued to torture her, "You. Lose..." She ground out, her eyes still narrowed in frustration and anger.
 
Her stubbornness was not surprising really, her line was known for the force of personality of the witches. Still her will was slowly breaking, and the leader knew it. It wouldn't take too much more to break her he suspected. So he decided to ratchet up the heat. Nodding to one of the other men, he worked his way back down her body with the same powerful demanding kisses he had just given her. Once he reached her sex again, he worked to get her to the brink of climax before backing off. The easiest way to break somebody was orgasm denial he knew. And the longer he could keep her on the edge, the better. The man he had nodded to moved away from her for the moment.

Moving to his destination, an elaborately carved and rune covered oak box, he opened it before removing its contents. It was a soft fur glove made of sable. For stimulation purposes, there was a single claw attached to it, so that he could show her pleasure and pain both. It had been bound in the pentagram to her, so the sensations would be exquisite. Since this whole thing had started with her mother, they had plenty of talismans to use against Ceci.

Returning to her, he rubbed her skin with the silky soft touch of the fur, and allowed the claw to give her just the slightest amount of pain. Lowering his mouth to her breast, he sucked hard on her pert nipple, swollen and begging for his mouth. Timing the flicks of his tongue to the claw, he gave her three separate sensations at once, to add to the other man still fondling her other breast and raining fiery kisses along her neck and shoulders, the bites ever present as well. Gripping her hair, the third man pulled her head back harder, adding to that border between pleasure and pain exposing her neck more to his assault.
 
She prayed to whoever was listening, to give her strength as the man slid down her body once more. His lips igniting the fire in the pit of her belly, her toes curling as he tortured her sex with increasing enthusiasm. As she felt herself approaching that edge, the one which she knew would give her exactly what her body demanded, she gasped, ready for the power that would be felt from her release. But then he backed away. She hung there, suspended on the edge of release, her eyes wide in panic. Oh God no... She thought desperately, realizing what he was going to do. Ceci bit down on her lip, stopping herself from saying the words she knew the man wanted to hear.[ i]I will not beg. I will not beg.[/i] She chanted repeatedly within her mind.

She took the time to get herself somewhat under control, to try and push away her desire for release, but she wasn't doing a very good job. By the time he returned, the soft touch of the fur brushing her body, she was desperate once more. The bite of the claw made her groan, her eyes falling shut at the different feelings that she was being forced to experience. Lips wrapped around her nipple, her body naturally arching into his mouth, and tensing with every touch of the claw. She couldn't focus on all of the sensations, her head spinning as she tried to register the harsh bites at her neck and the heated kisses from the other man. A sharp tug on her hair made her cry out, her eyes flashing open to stare at the ceiling. "Please.." She gasped, her body shaking with need as they continued the assault to her pleasure centers.

They didn't stop, their hands, lips, and tongues drawing her ever closer to that breaking point. Ceci was almost sobbing, her breathing uneven and her heart beating rapidly in her chest. I can't...I can't take it.... She was starting to realize she wasn't strong enough, her eyes welling with tears as her body betrayed her. Her mind was caving in as she felt the claw pinch into her skin, the soothing caress of the fur pulling at her. "Please...Please..." She begged, her voice hoarse with need and dismay. "Please..." She sobbed, "Just take me...Fuck me..." She cried, her eyes falling shut as she broke down, her body screaming in victory and her mind shattering in defeat. "Just give me what I need..." she begged.
 
Hearing the words that he wanted to hear, the leader stood up and unshackled her. Turning her so that she faced the wall, he parted her legs shoulder width apart and removed his robe, revealing him to be naked underneath. His manhood was fully at attention, and while shorter than Rakith's had a similar girth to it. Rubbing it along her wetness, he pushed it inside her without warning until he was balls deep inside her soft velvety pussy. Wrapping her long red hair around his fist, he pulled it back hard and pressed her hard against the stone wall before starting to fuck her relentlessly and very hard. This was pure simple lust filled fucking. The two other men had moved out of sight and she was left alone with the leader.

Driving into her mercilessly, his hard manhood pounded her much harder than Rakith ever had. She could feel his hot breath against her exposed neck from the hair pulling. He bit her neck hard, hard enough that she would have a bruise, a mark he intentionally put directly over Rakith's own mark on her. Growling dominantly at her ear, he told her, “See, Ceci? You were made to fuck hard. I bet that your demon doesn't give you this. He's too kind and weakened. That's why he couldn't protect you properly. We on the other hand, will give you exactly what you need: hard, rough, dirty sex. Treating you like the little slut you were meant to be.”

As if to drive the point home even further, he somehow managed to increase the past and intensity to far beyond anything she had experienced before, even as his cock made her clit feel every deep stroke deep inside her. “You want to be my little slut, don't you, Ceci? You know this is what you were meant to be,” again his voice was powerful. And while she wouldn't know it, it was backed by magic, designed to break her even further. Everything around her, touching her, and in her senses were specifically designed to make her, and only her, submit totally to her captors.
 
When her shackles fell away she sighed in relief, but she was given little time to rub her sore wrists, finding herself pushed into the wall immediately. She pressed her cheek to the cold dungeon wall, and when she felt the hard tip of his manhood brush her, she tensed. What am I doing? She realized, her eyes wide in panic. She had begged. She'd actually given in. She felt the weight of guilt settle over her shoulders only seconds before the leader pushed into her, his fist wrapping in her hair and pressing her hard against the wall. She cried out, her hands flat against the stone wall as he mercilessly pounded into her. It was harder than she'd experienced and she mentally hated it, but her body was still desperate for what the leader was offering her. Tears pricked her eyes and she bit back a moan as he continued to fuck her, her skin tingling and flushed as the pressure in her body started to build.

His hot breath made her shiver and she whimpered in response, her eyes shut tightly as she felt every thrust he gave her. When he bit her she screamed, her voice cracking as her body rolled with a sick sort of pleasure. He mentioned Rakith and she moaned, pressing back into the man's thrusts, her hands clenching against the wall as he continued to grip her hair. She'd failed Rakith. But her guilt was slipping away as her mind chose to focus on the friction that was increasing between them. Again his voice invaded her head and she cried out, her eyes opening as he seemed to stroke her even deeper, her body poised on the edge of a powerful orgasm. Meant to be? Ceci felt herself torn, her eyes dazed with confusion and pleasure as she moaned out her submission. What and who was she meant to be? I'm meant to be Rakiths... Her mind tried to argue, but the thought was cut away. A mind shattering wave of pleasure hit her and she screamed, her body giving into the rough fucking that it was offered. "Yes!" She cried out, her release was exactly what she had wanted and needed, her body writhing as the pleasure continued to assault her senses. Even as he continued his relentless thrusts, she didn't try to pull away, letting him use her body as he pleased. Each thrust only brought her more relief, her body on a never ending high, while her mind fought through a cloud of confusion and influence.
 
Once her climax was done, he slowed the pace to something hard and deep but less frenetically paced. He didn't want to cum too quickly, nor did he want to cum insider her pussy this time. That would come next. Keeping the pressure on her hair, his mouth on her throat, he fucked her steadily in that rough style he used with her. Unlike when Rakith got a little rough with her, there was no love or emotion behind it save for intense lust. Whether or not that appealed to her, the man fucking her didn't know just yet. By the time they were done with her, she would, but until then, they had to mold her. And despite the bravado and bold claims to the contrary, he knew that even here, cut off from magic, cut off from the bond to him, the Demon Prince would eventually find her. How long it would take was uncertain.

As he fucked her, he whispered into her ear, “So are you accepting your new purpose? To become the best slut in the kingdom? My little slut? I can feel just how powerfully you are responding to the idea.. But I want to hear it from your lips... Tell me how much you want to be my slut, Ceci.” While trying to get her to comply, he picked the pace up again, using the juxtaposition of all that she was experiencing, and the powerful magically backed voice of his. Ozramis had been clear, she would break, and she would submit. Given the ability they had to make talismans and their patron's power, if not today, she would not be able to resist long. They were to break her, make her crave this rough treatment. Their job was to turn the sweet innocent love of his rival into a total cock hungry whore. One who would be unsatisfied with the soft treatment her lover gave her.

Not that man cared for the politics much, he was in this to break an innocent girl and turn her to what he wanted her to be, regardless of the implications down the road. That his hunger would cost him his life was not something he knew just yet. Pulling out of her well fucked pussy, he pushed her down onto her knees before him, and placed his cock at her lips, pushing it inside her mouth without asking. He fucked her face hard using the hair balled in his fist to move her mouth on him. Within moments, he came hard and strongly in her mouth, holding himself inside her mouth so that she had no choice but to swallow everything he gave her. Once he was done, he let go of her hair.

The other two men had returned, and with them they had used magice to bring in a very comfortable looking four poster bed with a girly canopy. Everything from the decorations to the sheets to the comforter and pillows were pure white, to constantly remind her of what she now longer was: pure for her lover. The two man took her by the arms and guided her to the bed. Both dropped there robes to reveal they too were naked beneath them. One of the men lay cross ways a on the bed, and the other man sat her onto his cock, it easily sliding into her very wet womanhood. His length was daunting, but he wasn't as thick as the other two specimens that had been inside her body. Though his length allowed him to touch places that others had not.

The third man moved behind her and slipped his shaft into her ass slowly. Despite his size which was a combination that put all three other men to shame: long and thick, he fit inside her ass which had been stretched out by the toy they had used on her. Once inside her, the man in her ass, leaned in, and told you, “You know what to do... Ask for it, plead for it..”
 
Aftershocks of her orgasm rocked her continuously, assuring that she couldn't keep a straight thought in her mind. The room was filled with the intensity of pure lust and carnal desires, her body reacting powerfully to the man's touch. As rough as he was, she couldn't help but take it, her body adjusting to accept him. His voice in her ear continued to pull at her, a whimper of confused need escaping her. No. I don't want that... She thought somewhere in her mind, but her lips weren't working. She couldn't form the words, but she didn't speak regardless, only moaning when his pace picked up. Her moans and cries were the only response he got as he worked himself to his own desired release. When her knees hit the hard floor, her body complaining at the sudden loss of his length inside of her, she groaned. But her parted lips were soon filled with her own taste, mixed with the musky flavor of man, the combination making her choke in surprise. The change of position brought some clarity to her, but she was soon thinking only about the cock that was being forced down her throat. He painfully held her hair, making her scrunch up her face, her hands pushing against his thighs as he came. Ceci made a muffled protest, her body rebelling as his release spilled down her throat, his grip giving her no choice but to swallow or choke. Her stomach heaved, her eyes wide as the same clarity momentarily returned.

When he released her, she fell onto all fours, panting and coughing. A few tears fell from her blue eyes as she stared at the dungeon floor. She didn't notice the other men return until she was being dragged to her feet. Her gaze fell on the pure canopy bed, her eyes wide and her lips trembling. Rakith, she cried silently, a sob getting stuck in her throat as she was led to the bed. The two men from earlier were now her focus, her eyes shifting from one to the other, their clothes dropping to the floor. Ceci gasped, shaking her head immediately. She couldn't keep it up. She couldn't let them all fuck her. You have no choice..., a voice echoed in her head, making her shiver.

One of the men grabbed her, pulling her down and entering her easily, her lips parting in a startled groan as he entered her deeply. While he wasn't as thick as she was used to, he touched her in places she didn't think possible. It was an all new experience for her to feel. "Ahh..." She cried, her back arching, only to be pushed forward slightly, the second man slipping into her from behind, filling her fully and deeply. The combination made her body roll with anticipation, desire boiling in her veins as they remained still and unmoving.

Ask for it, plead for it.. She shook her head, though her body wanted to cave in. She couldn't stop herself from shifting, her hips gyrating in a way that gave her just a hint of what their combined strokes would feel like. Ceci moaned, but their hands both grabbed her, preventing her from moving any more. Ceci groaned, frustrated and filled with lust, her breathing labored as she fought the urge to give them what they wanted. "N-No..." She whispered. "I...I begged once...No more..." She choked on her words, her hands rising to cover her mortified face. She was lying in a bed of pure white, with two men deeply seated within her body. Her body which wanted them very badly. Even her mind wasn't sure what it wanted anymore. It was only her heart that told her the truth. That this was bad. And that they were messing with her. That she needed to fight whatever influence they had over her. But I can't... She cried to herself, her will power weakened. She'd already given in once, she couldn't possibly resist again. But the fact remained- she had to try.

"No!" She snapped, her voice thick with her desire, but sharp with her anger. "No!" She said again, wrapping her arms around herself. "Stay like...this...I don't care. I won't beg..." She ground out her words, making sure she sounded clear and in control. She tried to remember the lessons that Rakith had tried to teach her, about tuning out everything around her and finding her focus. Ceci closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and trying her hardest to block out the two men that were stretching her and filling her.
 
The two men inside her paused, looking to their leader for direction. He was after all, the one with all the magic. The two of them had no illusions about being anything but foot soldiers to give numbers to the cabal. Although they were certainly going to enjoy this role. She was easily the most beautiful woman either had ever met. Which had they met one sooner, it might have saved their lives. But despite the extensive precautions, and making this bunker underground and inside a cave of the sort of crystals that inhibited magic, and far from their coven's home base, Rakith would find them, and end them all. But being happily oblivious to their impending fates, they waited for instructions.

The leader stood up and smiled. “Now now, Ceci,” he purred at her with that magic voice, “why be so difficult? You know this is what you are now. A slut for our coven. Think of all those wonderful little witches and warlocks you will bear us, with your magnificent power. Soon our coven will be unstoppable. And think, it is all thanks to you. You made this all possible by disregarding your love's instructions. You deep down wanted this, and you know it. Why resist admitting it? It makes no sense. Does it?”

Picking up a small box made of yew wood, he moved to the bed, where the three of them sat. Opening it in front of her, so that she would see what was inside. The first collar read, “Your Slut” and was like the sort of collar one might place on a leash for a dog. There was even a ring of metal at the throat to attach the leash. The second collar was identical save for the wording. This one read “Good Girl” Both were talismans, both were imbued to her to make her become exactly what both collars said. Snapping first one on and tightening around her neck as the man behind her held her in place with her hair to prevent her from getting away or impeding the collar. Then he placed the second one slightly higher and fastened it too. Both inscriptions in their glowing script were visible. Stroking her hair like she was a well loved pet, he whispered into her ear, “And to think, your love never got to collar you... But we did... So tell me, who do you truly belong to? Say it and you can get the rewards you crave.. What you need.. to be fucked like the slut you are.”
 
For a few moments, she thought she was doing well. She was learning to reign in her focus, to ignore the two men that held her, but everything came to a crashing stop when his voice returned. Ceci's eyes flew open and she gasped, hearing the magical purr in her mind. Little witches and warlocks. The concept sounded right, but there was something wrong about it. She was supposed to have someone's children. Rakith. She grabbed the thought, but then it was gone, that powerful voice infiltrating her thoughts. She grumbled something under her breath, but it was a jumble of words that made no sense. Her confusion was returning, the fog taking over any reasonable thoughts.

She watched the leader as he approached with a box in his hands. Her gaze shifted to look down, catching sight of the collars within. She tensed, her immediate reaction to be discomfort and fear. Ceci struggled for a moment, the man behind her holding her still with a tight grip on her neck. She complained, but stilled when pain assaulted her scalp. The two collars were fastened around her neck, fitting in a way that seemed too perfect. A panicked cry escaped her and she felt her heartbeat return to a frantic pace. "S-Stop!" She begged, her eyes wide with fear as she felt herself slipping again. "Why me?!" She demanded, her cries becoming softer as the man started to stroke her hair. His lips hovered by her ear and she felt her heart beat slow, returning to a more normal pace as her body was forced to calm. Who do you truly belong to? She whimpered, closing her eyes and leaning back into the man behind her. The rewards you crave... Her body responded to his voice, a flush of warm flooding her body. She opened her eyes, finding the leader's gaze as she tried to remember what she was fighting again.

Fighting for Rakith.. A voice whispered to her, but the influence that was ruling her squashed the voice and she was unable to truly hear it. "Who...do I belong to?" She mumbled, her eyes unfocused as she came to realize there were still two very hard men buried inside of her. Ceci's head fell back, her collars on full display as she stared up at the ceiling. "You..." She whispered, her voice empty of emotion, desire swirling through her as she felt the need to rock against the two men. "The Coven..." She moaned, her voice still lacking any character.

No! What the hell is happening to me?! She panicked inside, her true desires drowning away to the magic of the talisman's the leader was invoking.
 
With admission, the two men inside her started to move. They worked in unison giving her pleasure and new sensations at both entries. The man behind her especially. It was certainly the most perfect specimen she had ever experienced. And it was clear that he would be serving her regularly. Ozramis' plan was a thing of evil elegance. Use the talisman's that her foolish mother had brought the coven out of jealousy. She had paid the ultimate price for her daughter's betrayal. She had been killed, her soul sent to general population in the deepest pit in Hell. The talismans would make Ceci pliable, in time, utterly unable to resist. While that would take some time, he had placed traps and delays everywhere to slow Rakith and his army of undead witches busy. By the time he found her, she would be broken, and would be the perfect slut. Would Rakith want her back? Would the two of them be able to reconcile what had been done to her and by her? There was a distinct possibility that the magic on her would remain even after Rakith found her and destroyed his own servants.

It was all a plan to drive a wedge between them, to weaken their bond, so that his coven would be strong enough to destroy them both. Not that any of this was on the minds of the two men buried inside her. They fucked her steadily at first, not pushing too much, they still wanted to hear her beg to be fucked. So they kept their pace steady but agonizingly slow. That was their instructions, and they obeyed without question. Why wouldn't they? The were getting to fuck the most powerful witch in the world, a Demon Princes Consort. How many men could say that?
After a moment, the leader shifted her body, bringing her mouth down to his semi hard cock. He stroked her hair softly, and whispered words of encouragement to her, “That's a good girl. See how wonderfully you get rewarded? Now...tell the boys what they want to hear, and they will give you what you need and want. And then bring my cock back to full staff. I want to see your eyes the entire time, like a good little slut should.”
 
As the men began to move, she was immediately overcome with the pleasure, unlike what she'd previously experienced. She felt the man behind her the most, his thick, long shaft pulling a long and heated moan from her lips. Guilt was trying to push through the talisman's effects, but mixed with the pleasure she was receiving, it had no chance. It would crush her later, when they finally left her alone. Part of Ceci knew that. That her guilt would return with a blinding force. It was possibly that knowledge which gave her heart hope. If she succumbed to her guilt later, when left alone- maybe she could still fight the influence of magic.

The men fucked her at a constant and steady pace, giving her just enough to drive her mad. She wanted more, she needed more. Ceci groaned, but soon she was pulled down, her hands resting into the white bedding, and her lips parted with surprise as she came face to cock with the leader again. She was being given words of praise and further instruction. A soft sound escaped her, the slow caressing of the men not giving her the pleasure she was hungering for. She wanted to fight, she thought. There was something she needed to resist, and it was obvious in her silence that she wasn't yet won by her enemies. But despite her hesitation, she gave in again, her lips parting to beg for more. She begged the men within her to move faster, to thrust deeper, and to give her the orgasm she so desperately yearned for. "More...Please..." She continued, her words a pant, her breath brushing across the leader's manhood as she spoke. It was growing under her very gaze, but she felt remnants of disgust deep within her. Her resistance was there, but it was buried under the influence that controlled her for the moment.

Ceci parted her lips, taking the leader within her mouth as she flicked her gaze up to meet his own. The men's actions shifted accordingly and she had to fight not to let her eyes roll back from pleasure. Ceci moaned around the cock in her mouth, her fingers digging into the bed beneath them as she worked her mouth over him, feeling him fully hardened and lengthen until he was hitting the back of her throat. She increased her efforts, sucking him deeply as the men built her up to what she could tell was going to be another mind numbing orgasm. She was moaning around the stiff rod, her cries muffled as she kept trying to please him as the others pleased her. A memory hit her suddenly.

Not exactly the same, but with slight similarities. She remembered a body double, Rakith's magic, as he helped to ground her during the transfer of power. She remembered the overwhelming pleasure that he'd offered her then, and she tried to cling to the memory. To cling to something that would give her strength to fight again. Her eyes shifted from unfocused and filled with lust, to angry and fierce, glaring furiously up at the leaders as she continued to pleasure him.

She had the urge to suddenly sink her teeth into his shaft, to mark him and bleed him as a way to fight back. But as quickly as her flash of anger and will came, the leader would see as it melted away, each thrust of the men within her pulling away her ability to think or plan. It was likely going to continue in the same pattern for a time. She would occasionally get a spark of passion, a desire to fight her enemies, but then it would be wiped away as if it never existed. They all knew it was only a matter of time before she fully gave into the influence and magic. The question was how far gone she would be when Rakith finally came for her. Would he be too late? Would she be past recovery when he rescued her from her prison of lust and sin? Would he love her after he learned of what she'd done? Whether she was influenced or not- would it matter?

Her eyes were unfocused once more, giving into the lustful experience of having all three men. She could feel her climax approaching, her lips tightening around the leader as she anticipated her release. They would all know when it hit her, her body tensing and writhing with the feeling of ecstasy.
 
All four of them were racing for climax. Their sexual adventure was nearing the end of the first leg. The first man to cum was the one inside her tight back door. Her muscles milked every drop from him that he had for her. Once he was done, he pulled out of her ass with a loud pop. And moved away to cleanup his shaft for further use. He wasn't done with her yet as he wanted to stretch out her pussy with his incredible cock. The man he rode was next filling her tight pussy with a monster load of his seed. But he didn't stop, as her climax was very important to them. After all, if she wasn't climaxing, her body wouldn't overrule her wits, magic or no magic.

The leader was last of the men as he filled her mouth, his seed once more filing her mouth, and once more it went straight to her throat forcing her to swallow every last drop. Once she cleaned him, he pulled out from her mouth. Leaning down to face her he kissed her mouth deeply, possessively. Reminding her that she had told them all that she belonged to him. Pulling his mouth from hers, he moved it to her ear, “How's my slut enjoying herself? Isn't it glorious to think about nothing but pleasure, giving and receiving? Aren't you glad I pushed you to your true calling?”

The man inside her rode her to her climax and then would slowly cool down and pull out of her. By the time he was done the other man had returned cleaned up and ready for her. But before that, he and the leader picked her up and carried her to the pentagram. The man with that wonderful cock positioned her on her hands and knees, and moved in behind her, not giving her a chance to cool down by slamming his cock into her molten and swollen sex.

The leader was still with her, and he asked her dominantly, “What are you, and who do you belong to, my slut? Tell me what I want to hear, and you will be able to rest soon.” Of course, if she did so, the magic binding her would become too strong for her to break.
 
When the man behind her climaxed, pulling out of her once he'd shot his release deeply within her, she squirmed. The sudden loss of his girth was an odd sensation, but she couldn't focus on it too much, the man beneath her still pounding into her as she rode him. It was clear that he'd climaxed as well, her tight depths could feel the way he pulsed into her, her eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust. Ceci moaned again, only to nearly choke as the leader's release sprung forth into her mouth. As before, she had no choice but to swallow every drop that he shot down her throat, unsure if the rolling of her stomach was of disgust or needy desire. She sucked him clean, pulling her lips away, swollen and red from the effort. Her sensitive lips were suddenly seized, the leader possessively kissing her while she continued to ride the man beneath her.

His thick voice, tainted with the darkness of his magic, sunk deep into her consciousness, making her moan. Ceci's hips rolled, meeting each of the thrusts below her until her climax hit. She screamed, her head falling back, her breasts pushed forward as she rode out every last wave of pleasure. It was so difficult to think of anything but the pleasure. If she did as they said, they made her feel like she was flying. As if nothing was wrong with what they were doing.

Ceci felt a wall of exhaustion smack into her, her body curling in on itself as the man pulled out of her, leaving her thoroughly fucked. Her eyes slid shut, her face pressed into the white blankets as she tried to rest. She wasn't given such a luxury. A shifting on the bed made her groan, hands touching her and pulling her from the bed. "No.." She mumbled, her eyes heavy as she forced them open. "Stop..." She whined, her body finally wanting rest, but realizing it would get none. She found herself on her hands and knees, her eyes focusing on the floor beneath her. The Pentagram. Ceci tensed, but before she could think more clearly, she felt one of the men slamming deeply within her. Everything was overwhelmingly sensitive, causing her to cry out for a multitude of reasons. His shape, his size, the depth, and the delicious stretching of her body. "Oh God, please...No.." She begged, her eyes filling with tears as her overworked body found itself stuck between the desire for more and the need for rest.

That voice returned, and she lifted her gaze to find him in front of her. What are you? Who do you belong to? The same questions, they wanted the same answers, but Ceci was aware of the danger the pentagram below her represented. She shook her head, her swollen lips trembling as her body shook. "No more..please..." She whispered, her eyes pleading as she stared up at her captor. Some of her ability to think was returning, her exhaustion somehow momentarily overpowering the magical fog in her mind. "The..." She was struggling to resist him, her voice weak, "Pentagram.." She finished, her eyes fearful. "N-No..." She stammered. "I..I can't..." She shook her head, the floor hard and cold beneath her knees and her palms. It would be the ultimate loss, she knew that. The last thing to seal her fate. The final barrier in her mind and body would fall and Rakith would be lost to her. She would be lost to him. He would never forgive her. He'd know how much she'd failed. "No no no..." She sobbed, dropping her gaze to the floor, tears dripping into the pentagram as she fought everything. Ceci lowered her face to the floor, which effectively pushed her lower body up more, curving her in a way that shifted the man behind her, sending an explosion of sensations through her. She made a sound, mixed between a moan of a terrified cry. Too many emotions and feelings were at war with her as she pressed her cheek into the cold floor. "Please stop..." She begged, holding onto her memories of Rakith with desperation. She couldn't lose him. She'd never recover.
 
The new position only gave the man inside her tired body get that much more leverage. And he fucked her hard. None of the sex she had endured thus far was gentle or could be considered love making. They were taking whatever liberty they wanted with her body, forcing her simply to take it. Her parents had once talked about such things, about how women loved it rough to be made to feel lusted for not just loved. Her mother certainly had. It the small cottage, there was little privacy so as a young girl she had heard many nights of her parents as her father rutted into her mother much as the man behind her was doing to her now. It seemingly was her turn to learn the joys of rough non-consensual sex.

The leader of course, knew the plan was progressing perfectly.. Even with his magic and the talismans, she was a strong willed woman, deeply in love with her prince. It would likely take weeks or months to truly break her even at this pace. And he knew well enough that they didn't have that sort of time. He had to break her and bind her to them and turn her into that slut he kept telling her she was in a matter of days. Rakith would eventually find them, and if he and the other men were still here when he did, well he had no illusions as to how the three of them alone would far against an enraged demon prince. Of course Ozramis promised them safety. But what warlock trusted their demonic masters? No he and his men would be expendable and acceptable losses to get what the demon lord wanted from her. Their only chance lay in expediency.

The last bout of sex, luckily for Ceci's tired and battered body was short. And the man filled her with his seed much faster than he usually would have. Of course, magic was again in play. They needed to leave her sobbing and spent in the pentragram for the next stage. He drove into her past his climax to make sure she managed as well before the two men left her in the center of the pentagram in the dark.
 
Her pleading did nothing to help her case, the man behind her roughly took her regardless of how much she begged otherwise. Her body was simply being used, for whatever their greater mission was. They were trying to break here, but she hung on to what she could. Of course, even in her exhausted state, her body eventually reacted to the relentless thrusts. She moaned, arching back as she felt his cock pulse deeply inside of her, her cheeks stained with tears even as she felt the pleasure building in her body. He didn't slow or stop, pushing her over her climax quickly until she was left panting and sobbing on the floor. She didn't even feel him pull away, her emotions taking all of her focus as she collapsed against the cold ground. They left her, leaving her in peace as the guilt of the past events overcame her. "Rakith..." She sobbed, her arms wrapping around her naked form as she shook. "Grandmother..." She whispered, her lips parted as she continued to cry.

After some time her tears dried up and she was resting in a curled up ball, still centered within the pentagram around her. She hadn't moved, only fallen silent. She could feel the collars around her neck and the sticky mixture of arousal and release that had been left between her legs. Ceci sniffled, a shiver wracking her small frame as she thought about what was going to happen to her. Was she going to see Rakith again? Were they luring him into a trap? Was she bait? Ceci was terrified about the future, unsure of her own safety with her captor. She knew she couldn't give up, even though she knew it would be too easy to just give into their demands. What did they truly offer her? Pleasure, lusts and sins realized. But they weren't her lover. They weren't her Prince. And Rakith was the only one she wanted. It was his praise that she desired. It was his touch that she truly longed for. "Rakith...please..." She whispered hoarsely, her throat feeling sore from the mixture of crying and moaning she'd been continuing since her awakening earlier.

Slowly Ceci sat up, resting on her knees as she looked around the dungeon. There was likely no chance she could charm her way out of her captors hands, and no way for her to escape on her own. She had no access to magic as they had stated upon her arrival. She was forced to wait for someone to come for her. She just hoped it was the right person. What if she had to face the demon that Rakith said was at the root of their problems? Ceci shivered, her eyes clenching shut as she wrapped her arms around herself. She wanted a hot bath, and Rakith's warm embrace. But she stifled a sob, knowing she would get neither. Painfully, she wondered if she'd ever get to feel a loving embrace again.
 
While they could hear her sobs and the heart-wrenching sounds of her despair in the other room, if it bothered any of them it didn't show. The three men stood together talking over the next stage of the plan. They would use an illusion of Rakith to bind her. They would need to discuss which man would be inside the illusion. While Gunther, the leader, wanted to be in the illusion, his build was wrong. And she would detect the duplicity. No it had to be one of the other two. Fridric had been the first man, the first to fill her womb with his seed of the three. He was lanky, but tall enough. Of course, the best choice would be Alaric. He was the right build. And his voice was the right timber even without magic to make him sound like the prince. Sighing, Gunther knew the choice was plain, even if he didn't care for it. It left too much out of his hands.

Drawing a pentagram around Alaric, he explained, “We are going to do this two fold. First, the illusion will have the backing of my voice magic. In order to bargain for our lives, should Rakith arrive before we make our escape, Alaric, you need to know that the bind will be to you not us. And also to Rakith once he comes to reclaim her. Use this fact to save us if you can. The two of you know full well as I, our Master will sacrifice us as pawns. I don't know about you, but I certainly have desire to end anytime soon. So it is important that you use the word “Me” in the binding. And remember, you must be gentle, comforting, and use the pet name of “my little witch” or she won't believe the illusion. Our lives and our souls depend on you. You've been a good disciple, and while your magic isn't as potent as mine, you are the only one who can do this.”

With a sigh, he started the ritual. What Gunther didn't know was that Alaric had taken a trinket from the Coven when coming. Knowing his life would be forfeit at the end of this, he had planned ahead for his own survival. While he acted stupid and gullible, he was neither in truth. As the magic of the pentagram glowed, so too did the talisman around his neck. As the other two poured their magical ability into the pentragram, he drew it all into himself, suddenly becoming the only one of the three with power. And he had their combined power. While that would seem temporary as expected to the other two, only he knew that it was permanent. He would survive no matter the cost. He would bargain with her prince when came. He would come out of this alive.

Once the magic was cast, he looked exactly like the demon prince, down to the last tattoo. When he spoke, his voice that deep commanding tone that the prince used. Smiling at the others, her prepared himself quickl for the performance of his life. Slipping into the darkness stealthily, as if afraid of being discovered, He made his way silently to her, knowing she had to remain in the pentagram, he couldn't reveal himself to her before hes stood in it. “Ceci?” he whispered in Rakith's booming voice. “My little witch, what have they done to you?”
 
Ceci was frantically thinking of ways to get back to her Prince, her head throbbing as she came up short time and time again. A powerful whisper interrupted her thoughts, a voice that she would recognize anywhere, she turned quickly, her lips parted in horrified alarm as she looked for the source of the voice. "R-Rakith?" She cried, her eyes landing on him immediately. Little witch.. She choked on a sob, rising to her knees as she saw his approach. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not. Had she possibly fallen asleep after her captors left her. "Is it..really you?" She whispered, hope and pain both in her tone as she watched him. He'd come for her, and she saw no judgement in his gaze as he took in her appearance. He'd have to know what had happened to her. She started to cry again, her blue eyes wide and glistening, "I'm sorry..." She whispered, "I-I'm so sorry, Rakith..." She continued, her shoulders slumping as she fell into an emotional ball on the floor. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and she peered up into the eyes of her demon. Her Rakith.

Her hands lifted, pressing to his abdomen while she remained on her knees. "Rakith..take me away..." She begged, "Before they come back..." The fear was clear in her tone, her wide eyes pleading as they gazed up at him. Her heart was aching, both happy to see he had come for her, but distraught at the fact that he was seeing her as she was. Clearly fucked by men that were not him, and collared like a slut. She let his nearness comfort her, believing that everything was going to get better now that he'd come for her. It didn't occur to her to ask how he'd found her so quickly. She assumed no foul play was at hand. Ceci believed her Rakith was capable of anything. Having him arrive at the perfect time just seemed right to her. She had no idea of the illusion. The little witch was blissfully unaware.

She wanted him to wipe away the memory of the other men. To replace their touch with his own so that she could pretend they had never fucked her at all. Her fingers dug into his hips as she clung to him, her eyes falling shut as she tried to remain calm. It's okay now. Rakith is here. You're going home. She told herself. She wanted to make love, to rid herself of the influence that still sat quietly within her, the magic that had started to change her little by little. It was still early enough, she could break away if she had Rakith's help. He was strong enough for the both of them. "I love you..." She cried softly, "Please take me away..." She begged.
 
Alaric held her as she leaned into him. His arms strong and powerful around her. “There there, my love, its alright now. I am here, they can't hurt you anymore. He simply held her like a lover would his distraught love. “I forgive you for what they did to you, you will always be my little witch no matter what, understand? I would never hold anything you need to do to survive to get back to me against you,” he told her in her lover's voice backed by the magic which was so much stronger now that I was backed by strength of three men. Alaric wasn't evil, per se. He was a survivor. Having mad the mistake of allying with an evil coven, he had done what he needed to survive, much as Ceci had. He felt an empathy for her, a connection. But while he hated what he had to do, he knew he had to do it.

Lifting her chin up so he could look into her eyes the way a lover would, he told her softly, “I recognize this magic. They were trying to bind you to a particular man, their leader no doubt.” Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he smiled, “Want to use their own trap against them?” he whispered against her ear. “They wanted to bind you sexually to a man, why not make it me? We are in their circle, I can feel the powerful talismans on you, if we complete the ritual, it will bind us once more, even stronger than before.

He kissed her sweetly, enjoying the taste of her lips the gentleness of the kiss. Whispering against her lips, he told her, “This circle and the talismans are tuned likely to the wording they used. So while I suspect you feel shame at what happened here, you must tell me the things they wished you to say so that their magic is transferred to me. And we must be quick, the candles are burning down and no doubt reinforcements are on their way. Quickly, my little witch, finish the ritual to bind you to me.”
 
His words were soothing, his arms a comfort she had missed. He was offering her forgiveness for whatever had happened, for whatever it was she had done and not yet admitted to. She didn't deserve his forgiveness, but she would take it. She didn't want to tell him all the details because she was too disgusted with herself.

When her chin was lifted, bringing her eyes to meet his, she frowned, her brows furrowed in fear. He knew about the magic, he could sense it. Of course he could, he was so much more experienced, he had known the magic around the black book- why wouldn't he recognize that which resided in the dungeon with her. She nodded slowly, watching him with trusting eyes. "Use...it against them?" She repeated, her eyes narrowing in confusion. He whispered against her ear and she shivered, the power of his voice doing things to her body as it always did. The idea of being bound sexually to Rakith made her body quiver, desire pooling in her belly as she listened to what he said.

He continued to explain how he could sense the talismans they had used on her and she looked down, ashamed in what they had done. Ashamed in the power the talismans had over her. But he told her that completing the ritual with him would make their own connection stronger. She looked up at that, her eyes hopeful, "Truly?" She whispered. Their lips met and she leaned into the gentle brush of his kiss, a whimper escaping her as she felt her body reacting again. The wording they used.. She tensed, her eyes wide as she pulled away from him. He'd know for sure what they had done if she told him what they wanted her to say. He would know what she had done. She looked down at her lap, her shoulders hunching. He told her they needed to hurry, or they would lose their chance. Ceci was unsure, afraid to say the words that she'd been afraid to mutter again in the presence of her captors. "Rakith..." She breathed, "I'm scared...." She admitted, her expression conflicted.

They were probably sending in reinforcements he told her. They needed to finish the ritual and use the spell against their enemies. Ceci nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "They all fucked me, Rakith..." She admitted with shame, her voice shaking. Ceci slowly rose to her feet, pressing a hand to his chest and smoothing it up until it cupped his cheek, "They wanted me to tell them who I belonged to...what I was to them..." Her voice cracked, the pain of it all coming back to her. A tear slid down her cheek, "They wanted..." She paused, drawing her lower lip between her teeth and worrying it for a moment. "I'm...a slut...And I belong..." She recited, her eyes closing. They were changing the spell, to use it against them. She smiled, opening her eyes, "To you..." She breathed, her gaze feverish as she stared up at him. "I'm a slut," She swallowed, still not liking the term, "And I belong to you..." She said the words again, praying that the ritual changed properly, binding her further to Rakith and further from the coven that had taken her. Ceci stood on her toes, pulling Rakith to her in a kiss, an embrace she could use to hide away from the memory of the other men.
 
As she spoke the words, the pentagram drawn in the blood of an innocent glowed brightly, the candles exploding with light which cast the room into a soft red glow that made it somehow, less menacing. The tendrils of the magic wrapped around her, binding her to those words. Unbeknownst to her yet, she was truly lost. Alaric returned her passionate kiss, murmuring under his breath to her. “This will in the end all work out, I promise.” The words were spoken so quiet only she would hear them. “I am sorry for all that has been done to you, and what is yet to come. And, I am truly sorry to tell you, I am not your Prince.” The disguise dropped and she found herself in Alaric's arms. Holding her tightly to him, he told her again in that same barely audible whisper, “I have not lied to you, nor am I lying to you now. When your Prince come's for you, and he will, you will indeed be bound to him as I told you. You are also bound to me, but unlike the others, I understand a fellow survivor. I will do my best to make things as good as I can for you until he arrives.”

Scooping her up, he carried her to a door at the far side of the dungeon. It was a bathing room, with a large metallic bath tub filled with hot steaming water and soap.
It had been no trouble at all to create with his new found magical strength. He set her into the hot bath and brought out some sweet smelling soaps and shampoo. “Know that, as much as you must hate me right now, you are bound now. You will be a slut for us, as Ozramis wished. However, his hope of victory over you and you lover will fail. For when Rakith comes, your bond with him will only be strengthened. This was necessary, and the only way to save you from Ozramis. I need you to understand that. Gunther, the man who was the leader, is too narrow-minded to see the big picture. That our Master needs such trickery to get what he wants, his opponent is wiser, more powerful, and able to gain his desires without it. He is the one I would serve. My way of showing it will be to care for you between the sessions that you will be put through. But I will always wash you, and always make sure you can sleep comfortably. “

He washed her hair and back for her, his hands while large, were gentle across her skin. “Even a slut deserves kindness, from time to time. Gunther doesn't see that. OF course he also believes me to be a simple mindless tool with no ability. And I think you are likely the only one alive to know otherwise. Work with me, Ceci, allow yourself to get past the hatred and horror, and trust me. As I said, I never lied. I never claimed to be Rakith. And together, we will protect one another until you are free, and I serve the right Demon Prince.”
 
For a moment, the feeling of magic around her, combined with the passionate kiss of the man in front of her, made her feel like all of her problems were over. That was it, they had won. But then she heard the words that were whispered to her and she pulled back, slightly confused. She stared with wide horrified eyes. I am not your Prince. As the illusion disappeared before her eyes she jerked, though she was unable to go anywhere with his arms still holding her tightly. Ceci made a sound of terror and struggled in his arms, her movements frantic. She'd been tricked. A sob escaped her as she heard his words. She was bound to another man. She wasn't listening to him as he explained she would also be bound to Rakith when he came for her. She was too focused on the fact that she had willingly bound herself to someone that was not Rakith. Despite the kindness the man was showing her, his promises that he wasn't lying and that he was going to do all he could for her, she wouldn't listen. She kept shaking her head, her hands shaking as she fisted them against his chest. What have I done?!

She was numb as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her out of the pentagram and into a room on the other side of the dungeon. Ceci was oblivious to the hot water until she felt her body encased in it. It pulled her out of her daze, but it only fueled her anger. She narrowed her gaze, a heated glare finding the man she was bound to. He was aware that she hated him, as her gaze made that fact obvious. You will be a slut for us... She flinched, sinking into the water some more.

She was aware that he was starting to compliment Rakith, but she was too angry to let his words soften her opinion of him. She was going to be a slut for his coven. For all of those monstrous men. Ceci blinked back tears as he continued to talk to her. He promised he'd wash her after each session, assuring that she would sleep comfortably. "So I'll be a pampered slut?" She bit out angrily. She turned silent after her comment, glaring at the surface of the water while he washed her hair and back. His touch was gentle, a surprise to her, and his words more so. She still hated him. She couldn't help it. He'd tricked her. Regardless of what the outcome was, or the fact that he'd saved her from a worse fate- he had still tricked her.

Work with me, Ceci, allow yourself to get past the hatred and horror, and trust me. He wanted her trust? She clenched her jaw, her gaze rising to land on him as he stood beside her. "I'll never really be free, will I?" She snapped, "Not from you..." Her voice grew tired, as if she couldn't handle any more surprises. "What's your name?" She asked softly. She didn't look at him, but shifted away, taking over the cleansing of her body. She used the soaps to wash the rest of her body, trying to rub her skin raw in some areas.

"What are they going to do to me?" She whispered, her hands stilling as she sat in the water, shyly meeting his gaze. "Is it going to get worse? Am I going to..." She choked on her own words, "change? Or will I hold onto my free will? That magic earlier..." She shivered, "From..Gunther....from the..." Ceci shook her head again, "I can't do this...." She admitted, "I can't do this ..." She repeated fearfully.
 
Alaric certainly understood her bitterness and anger. He needed her to listen. Gunther would realize soon that he had been outwitted. By the brainless oaf no less. And when that happened, he couldn't completely assure her of. He suspected that it wouldn't be wonderful for her, certainly. But he held the cards now. He had the power, the binding to her, and the control. But he also knew that if he didn't continue with original plan, Ozramis would find out before Rakith arrived, and they were all dead, Ceci included. Reaching across her body, he turned her to face him, his hand was gentle but forceful. The way he touched her would not let her forget she was his, would always at least partially be his. “My name is Alaric, I come from the village near your home. The one who betrayed your mother. Where do you think the talismans came from? She betrayed you to Ozramis and the Coven, and they in turn betrayed her. They intended to take you, and breed you for the most powerful coven in history. You have no idea how happy I was to learn that the town had paid for their duplicity and murderous ways.”

Staying very close to the tub, he whispered still urgently, “We don't have long before Gunther realizes I played him. Here is what will happen, and what you can expect. Our orders that we are compelled to do or risk Ozramis getting her before Rakith, is to make you love your new life as a slut. That being a woman who loves more than one partner, rough treatment over gentle, and that is always ready for sex. The binding of the pentagram will eventually force you to obey, and your free will fade. Depending on how quickly your lov gets here, will determine how far you will fall. However, given the powerful talismans the power of the magic compelling you through voice, and the pentagram's power and how deeply they attuned it to you specifically, I suspect you won't be able to hold out long, possibly not even until tomorrow. For this, I am truly sorry”

“However, as I have the control now, I will be the one with you at night, sharing your bed with you. And I will protect you during the night, not allowing them to come play with their plaything. In anything that doesn't involve sex, you will be yourself. But you will be unable to deny any request of you sexually. You will yearn harsh treatment. You will become vocal, you likely will start talking like a woman of loose morals, begging to be fucked and the like. However, once you are rescued, with my help, we can undo most of it, and keep twice bound to you lover. While I will still be bound to you as well, I will never interfere with your time with him. That is not the sort of man I wish to be.”

“I am sorry for the trick, that was not my plan, and I apologize for my part in what must happen to you. But remember, this way, in the end, you will win, they will be dead. And you will be spared the worst of it. And yes, you will be a pampered slut,” he told her apologetically. Once he was done, he pulled her close for a firm kiss, the sort of kiss her body would soon desire over all other sorts. Running his fingers through her hair, he did what he could to comfort her.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom