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Katherine was hesitant to accept the idea that her friends were bad for her. Anna simply didn't know them, and the brunette knew that she wasn't exactly painting a very good picture of them right now. But they had known each other for years, since college even, and they didn't use her. They had simply known each other for so long that they might have all fallen into a niche without realizing it. She simply had the unfortunate luck to be considered the mature and responsible one of the group. She had been the first to really settle into a serious relationship, the first to get engaged, and... well, the first to have all of that horribly back fire. And it wasn't their fault that she usually took the position of things like designated driver on herself. She just knew she'd be able to keep to that responsibility, and not let herself get distracted and have a drink or two, and ruin everyone else.

So, she had good friends. They didn't use her... right? Sighing, she shook her head a bit, before she heard the other girl compliment her again. And again a light blush tinged her face. Anna could tell she was blushing? Well, that was embarrassing... taking a drink in a vain effort to hide the fact, she looked back up at Anna when she said she was good at helping people. Katherine was sure she was, but she simply wasn't comfortable unloaded such private matters onto a stranger. But, as she looked into the woman's, oddly enchanting, purple eyes... the brunette blinked, then looked back at her glass. Well, she had no reason not to trust the girl. And what was the worst that could happen? She be asked to leave?

"Well..." she started, still hesitant, and took another drink to earn a bit of a pause, "Tonight was just supposed to be my first night out in a while. I... I had a pretty bad break-up a few months ago, and thought it was probably time I try getting over it. Maybe find a cute guy to chat with or share a drink with or something... yeah, I'm sure that all just sounded pretty lame, huh?"

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"Not at all," Anna replied, her purple eyes full of sympathy. "I know how hard it can be to talk about these things. Sometimes, it doesn't come out right, or maybe it just sounds pathetic to our ears when we say it out loud. That doesn't make your pain any less significant. Just because other people have gone through the same thing doesn't mean you need to toughen up and deal with it. Sometimes, we just need to be sad for a while."

Her mind wandered to a time long ago when she had been in a position not terribly unlike Katherine's. She had been in love, with a human no less. He had been bright, and handsome. Not wealthy, by any means, but he worked hard and was well thought of. She had fallen for him almost instantly, and they had started a beautiful relationship. She had thought that what they had transcended her... condition. But it seemed she had been mistaken. When he had found out, he had stormed into her home with a crowd of angry citizens, all bloodthirsty and looking to take her head. She had pleaded with him, told him how much she loved him, even begged at his feet for him to look beyond the monster she had become. But he had stayed silent, and stabbed her through the chest. That the stake had missed her heart was pure luck, and he had left her for dead.

A sad smile crossed her face, and she massaged a point between her breasts absentmindedly. "Believe me, I know how you feel. But I do think you had the right idea. Sadness is one thing, but you can't let it cripple you forever. It seems like you should get out and about again, and coming here was a step in the right direction, even if things did go poorly. You can't let yourself get discouraged."

Downstairs, the lights began to go out. Anna looked over to the DJ table to see that it was empty. She must have run off with that woman she was with. Anna wasn't concerned. She'd be back soon enough. For now, she would just have to keep working on Katherine. The last of the patrons left the club, leaving just the two of them finishing their drinks. Anna loved this time of night, right before sunrise. It was peaceful and calm, but the energy that had pervaded the club could still be felt radiating from the walls. It was a feeling she sometimes just sat alone and enjoyed. But not tonight. "Well, it's closing up here. But if you aren't good to drive, I'm more than happy to let you stay with me. It's much better than having you get into an accident trying to do something stupid."

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Katherine just nodded a bit absentmindedly, listening to the other girl speak as she stared down into her drink. It was probably the alcohol's fault, but she could feel that feeling of despair trying to settle back in, since she was talking about the single most painful incident of her life. She had truly loved that man. He had her body and soul. And to walk in on him with the woman he had dated before her, the night before their wedding even... her friends had warned her about him, they had seen through him since day one. And how couldn't she have known something was up when he asked if it would be alright if his ex got an invitation? With a sigh, she shook her head, finishing her second drink just in time for the bartender to bring her a third one before telling them these were their last for the night.

Normally she wouldn't have let herself have it. She knew she had to drive home tonight anyway. But she could feel the alcohol of the first two drinks hitting her already. She was warm, and a comfortable, if somewhat foggy, buzz was in her head. A taxi would have to take her home anyway, now, so why not enjoy a third glass?

"Oh, I'm sorry..." she said, truly feeling bad when Anna said she knew how she felt, thinking that Anna's hand on her chest meant her own heart had been broken as well. Now, someone had royally screwed up if they had let a girl as beautiful as Anna go. And that thought alone let Katherine know she had certainly had too much to drink... she really was a bit of a lightweight. As the silence fell as the club started to shut down, Katherine just nursed the alcohol, before Anna offered to let her stay.

"Are... are you sure? I don't want to be a burden, and... well, you hardly know me..." she said, hesitant to accept the offer. It would save her potential trouble, though, from trying to get home drunk, and Anna really did seem to be a pretty honest and trustworthy person...

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Katherine was clearly pushing her limits as far as alcohol was concerned. Anna actually doubted she'd be able to walk if she kept it up. She took the third drink from her before she had got more than halfway through, worried that if she drank too much she wouldn't be able to enjoy what she had planned for her later. She tended to forget what the limitations on the human body were. It had been an awfully long time since she had needed to concern herself with such things. But Katherine was special, and Anna couldn't have her passing out now that she had finally gotten her to open up a bit. She had even enjoyed their conversation, something hadn't really been expecting. She had assumed she would just chat Katherine up, and convince her to come with her. But instead, she found herself more drawn to the girl than she had ever expected, and it excited her.

"Don't be ridiculous," Anna said with a smile. "I'm more than happy to do it. I've got plenty of room, and besides, we have have just met but I feel like you and I connect on a very deep level. You can feel it too, right, Katherine?" She got up, leaving a rather large bill on the table, and helped Katherine to her feet. The girl was definitely drunk, though she didn't seem delirious or confused. "Come on, I'll show you were I live. It's close, actually."

She led Katherine through the VIP section, through several back hallways and staircase, to an elevator. Anna pushed the button and waited, tapping her foot. A thought occurred to her, something she should have asked about earlier, but had forgotten about. "Is your roommate going to be wondering where you are? Or you family, for that matter? I don't want them to be worrying about you if there's someone expecting you. I can make a call for you, if you need."

Families and roommates were the one thing that had given Anna and her sister issues in the past. The only time they had ever come close to being caught, at least since they had started working through The Grove, was when they had gone a little overboard with a young woman, and her roommate had called the cops when she didn't show up back at their apartment. An investigation had ensued, and though they hadn't been able to uncover anything, it had been a closer call than Anna had liked. She had no desire for a repeat of the incident.

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"Well, if you're sure..." Katherine said, still hesitant to stay with Anna, although she didn't see that she had much of a choice. While she had protested weakly when her drink had been taken away, trying to insist she was fine, she knew she wasn't. Two was her limit on the drinks she liked, and the ones that Anna had given her were a good deal stronger than those. So while she wasn't confused or delirious or seeing double, she knew she was drunk. She proved it when she tried to stand, needing to hold on the table for a bit of insurance to keep from falling. When Anna helped her, she gave the purple eyed girl a small smile, blushing a bit at the contact, "Th-Thanks... I guess I had a bit too much to drink, huh?"

She did wonder where Anna was taking her, though, as instead of going for the door she was taking her to the back of the VIP section, to an elevator. Normally should would have been able to figure out pretty quickly that Anna lived above the club, but after those drinks, it took her until they were about at the elevator to try and ask that.

"You live above the club? How'd you manage that one?" she asked, before Anna asked her any roommates or family, "No, no one. No one would know if I went missing, aside from my landlord... huh, that's kinda sad..." she muttered to herself. There had used to be someone who would have noticed, but, well... sighing, she shook her head. The alcohol was just starting to depress her, now. If this kept up, she was going to be a crying mess in the middle of Anna's home, and that would be no way to repay her for all her help tonight.

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"Actually, I lived here before the club was even started," Anna said as the elevator arrived, she stepped in, slipping her hand around Katherine's waist and guiding her in. "It wasn't that long ago that this place got started up, you know. I lived here with my sister when it was put in, and its been a pretty convenient situation ever since they built it. I'm a night person, the noise doesn't bother me, and they were more than happy to let us stay. They would have had to spend a fortune soundproofing the place, so when we said we didn't need it they were pretty pleased to let us keep it. We even got to remodel and add some of the vacant apartments to it." She didn't mention that The Grove had originally been her sister's idea. She'd fallen in love with the club scene, and wanted a place close by. Anna had been against it at first, but the prospect of having easy meals that close by had been enough to convince her.

The building was only four stories tall, and Anna's apartment was on the top floor. in between them and the second floor of The Grove was a floor that they had intentionally left empty. It helped to have a place to store things, and it kept any noise from the top floor from leaking down to the club. It wasn't likely to be an issue, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

The elevator moved slowly, but it didn't take long for them to get to the top floor. The doors slid open to reveal a massive and luxurious apartment. The furniture was all very high end, and the rooms were large, and the ceilings tall. The entire top floor of the building that housed The Grove had been turned into a suite that the fanciest hotels would have had a hard time emulating. It had a wide variety of classic design, as well as all the modern amenities one could hope for. The only strange thing about it was that all the windows had been bricked off.

"Well, here we are," Anna said with a grand sweeping gesture. "Welcome to my not so humble abode. Please, feel free to make yourself at home. Would you like some water? Coffee? I'm afraid I don't have much to eat, but I might be able to scare something up if you're hungry."

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Katherine simply nodded as Anna explained how she and her sister got the apartment that they had. That was certainly a lucky series of events, although she wasn't sure how she would have felt about a club operating a few floors below where she lived. All that noise, all those people who might decide to snoop around and try and get into her home... but, then again, Katherine knew she was a fairly private person (her unusual chattiness for tonight aside). If this worked for Anna and her sister, good for them. Especially if they liked the club scene. The Grove was the current most popular club in the city, after all, and having free access to it had to be nice.

"Whoa..." the brunette said simply when the elevator doors opened. Taking a look around the place, she had to say, she was impressed. What kind of money did Anna and her sister have, to get to live like this? "Sure kicks the crap out of my apartment..." she muttered. She lived comfortably, but there were certainly things she lacked in her home that would have been nice. This place, from a drunken quick look over, seemed to have it all. Classy design, space, and it looked like a really comfortable place to live... if kind of dark. Where were the windows? She was just drunk enough that she didn't notice, right away, the windows were bricked over, instead thinking there were none.

"Huh? Oh, uh, no thanks..." she said, shaking her head when offered water or coffee, "I think I just need to sit down... sorry, I... don't usually drink that much..." she admitted making her way over to a couch she figured would be her bed for the night and dropping down into it. Thank her lucky stars she had off work tomorrow. She had a feeling the morning was going to be several kinds of horrible, with the hangover she knew she would have.

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"Yes, I suppose you do look a little tipsy," Anna said, taking Katherine's arm and helping her walk. "But you don't have to worry about sleeping on the couch. You're my guest, after all, and I have plenty of space. I apologize again about the drinks. I'm used to drinking something that's pretty strong, and I forget that some people aren't used to that. Usually I'm drinking with my sister and she can put even me under the table." She led Katherine town a hall and into a large bedroom. In the center was a large bed that could have comfortably fit four people. The decor in this room was similar to that of the rest of the apartment, but was a little less scattered in terms of aesthetics.

Anna helped Katherine onto the bed, resting her against the pillows before sitting down next to her. She hoped she hadn't overdone it with the alcohol. She had wanted to get Katherine drunk, bu not drunk enough that she was falling over or passing out. She needed her aware, if a little more malleable and receptive. Well, she was going to have to start somewhere. It might as well be here. She ran one of her delicate hands through Katherine's smooth hair, caressing it gently. It felt wonderful against her skin.

"You have lovely hair, Katherine," she said with a smile. "I have to say I think it's one of your best features. That man of yours must have been a fool to let someone as wonderful as you go. Try not to think about him. I know it's hard, but your better off without a man like that." She cupped her hand to Katherine's cheek and turned her head so they were eye to eye. Her entrancing purple orbs bore into Katherine's with a fierce yet gentle gaze. There was nothing magical about it, but there was something about it that made it hard for humans to resist.

"There are so many other opportunities out there, Katherine," Anna said, leaning in until their faces were nearly touching. "Do you understand what 'm saying?"

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"Oh, I can walk fine... I'm not that much of a lightweight?" Katherine said when Anna took her arm to lead her through the apartment, but she didn't fight it either. She really could walk just fine, without stumbling around or risking a fall, it just took a bit more concentration that usual. Now, if she had finished that third drink, things may have been different. But she was in that comfortable zone between buzzed and drunk, if perhaps leaning a bit more towards drunk. She would remember this night in the morning, and was still in control of her faculties. Her inhibitions were just lower, and her eyes struck with a bit of wanderlust, as she looked over at Anna again.

Wow... the girl really was quite beautiful. Katherine almost considered it a pity she didn't quite swing that way, before getting a hold of her thoughts. There was no indication Anna swung that way either. Maybe the alcohol was hitting her harder than she cared to admit...

"Nice guestroom..." she said as she looked around, again wondering just how much money that Anna and her sister had. She didn't even have a guestroom in her apartment. There was her bedroom, and a pull-out couch for any guests. Settling onto the bed, she was going to thank Anna for all her help that night, when she realized how close the girl was staying. A hand was in her hair, brushing it gently, those purple eyes gazing into her own... a chill ran down her spine, for it felt almost as if Anna was looking into her soul, as the girl who owned those eyes leaned in closer.

"Y-Yeah..." she said, nodding slightly to Anna's question. That had been what this night was supposed to have been about. Finding a new opportunity. Not necessarily a new guy, not right away, but at least a cute guy to flirt with and get her mind off of the Bastard. "And... y-you're right, I'm better off without him, but..." It still hurt...

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Anna nodded in understanding, laying down on the bed, next to Katherine. "I know it can hurt. But that's just part of love. We just have to learn from our mistakes and move on, hopefully making better choices in the future. I've had a lot of experience in these matters, though you might not think it to look at me." She lay her head on Katherine' shoulder and twirled her hair in her fingers. She could tell there was at least a little attraction between them. She had caught Katherine's glances and blushes, so at the very least she was looking at her in the right way. But if this was going to work, Katherine needed to be open to the possibility, if not necessarily willing. Chances were she would resist once she learned the truth of what Anna had planned, but until then she could take some time and try to seduce her. Seduction was one of the easiest ways to get a human to let you into their heart, and once she was there, it would be too late for Katherine to turn back.

"Tell me, Katherine," Anna said, her soft breath brushing against Katherine's cheek, "What were you looking for when you came here tonight? It can't just have been a favor to your friends, friends that abandoned you at the first opportunity. I can see the loneliness in your eyes. You came here looking for a connection, something deeper than a simple date. You might nit even have realized it yourself, but you can't hide it from me. I know what you want, Katherine, what you need. And I want you to know I understand."

She wrapped her arm over Katherine's stomach and around her waste, pulling her in close. She smiled a warm smile at the young woman. Poor girl. She was so desperate to find someone to love her, to find a place where people really appreciated her. Anna could give her that. Katherine just didn't know it yet. But she would soon enough.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Katherine?" Anna asked, seemingly out of nowhere. "Do you think I'm beautiful? I've seen you looking at me. I don't mind, but tell me, do you like what you see?"


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The cries of pleasure were always music to the incubus, and he smiled to himself, eyes of brilliant amber flicking upward to gaze into the enraptured face of the poor soul beneath him from under long dark eyebrows that framed elegant cheekbones. "Careful, dear... it would be a shame if you were to finish too early..." His voice was as liquid pleasure to the human's ears and he tilted his head to one side, black horns standing proud and elegant atop his head in a slight curl back against his skull. "We've only been playing a few decades..." Cyril ran his tongue over his lips and he leaned downward further to let slightly pointed teeth drag across pale skin he'd touched so many times before. "The best part has yet to come... I... hm?"

He blinked quickly and frowned, pushing his slender frame upward slightly as he felt an unpleasant tug upon his conscious---a sense of displacement that was deeply inconvenient at that moment and he released a low hiss like that of an angry cat, eyes narrowing as he turned his gaze upward to the high ceiling. "What idiot is...?" There was little time to finish his irritated musings when there was an unpleasant jolt and he groaned quietly, his stomach lurching before he suddenly found himself standing in a very different place with very different company.

He was naked as he stood in the center of the summoning symbols, taking a moment to look slowly around at the perfect drawn words before finally turning to glare at the man who had interrupted his fun. "Tell me, human... why shouldn't I kill you where you stand? You interrupted a deeply intimate moment..." He wasn't the type to rush forwards. He was certainly still dangerous, still very able to spill the summoner's blood...

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Fionn's eyes locked on the portal as the demon began to materialize there, his focus never stronger than it was in that point. He kept his eyes squarely on the incubus as he appeared, and didn't miss a step in his recitation, a faint grin coming to his face as he did so. The demon was lovely, just as he knew he would be... his ice-blue eyes met the demon's amber colored orbs and locked onto them.

Even as the demon threatened to kill him, he didn't stop his speaking, the incantation could not be interrupted, and thus, he couldn't answer him. He felt his heart skip a beat in anxiety when he realized the demon wasn't moving forward. He kept his eyes on the demon, not wanting to alert him to the presence of the trapping talisman on the ceiling, focusing on finishing the ritual to bind him to the mortal plane before he could be pulled back to Hell. Though he felt beads of sweat rise on his brow as it furrowed, he didn't stutter or stammer, his expression becoming more serious.

Why wasn't the demon coming for him? Had he sensed something? He was prepared for this eventuality, though it had never come up before. He reached his hand forward, as though he were beginning to cast another spell, his palm facing upwards. With a half-grin, still finishing up the binding spell, he closed his hand slowly into a fist, the portal behind the demon closing as he did so. It required concentration, and he hoped the demon would step forward, each of the black-flamed candles winking out in turn. He opened his hand, still chanting incantations, making a gesture at the demon to come forward, hoping he would fall for it. He seemed to be in a bad mood, and he didn't want an aggressive, unbound demon trapped in his summoning room.

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This man was dedicated, Cyril gave him that much. He'd seen even accomplished mages falter in their speech when the object of their calling actually appeared before them---not this one however. His gaze met Fionn's for a moment as if in some small acceptance of the challenge he saw in those deep depths when he felt the link between the two planes faltering and growing smaller. The man thought to trap him!? Brilliant wings flared in obvious anger at the realization, fingers tipped with potentially life-threatening talons whipped through the air as if to refuse the binding to this realm.

"Enough! I will not be held here!" He glanced around as the candles winked out, his stomach lurching once again as the link between himself and the soul he had feasted on growing weaker. "Damn you... he was mine...!" Cyril hissed darkly, the thread finally snapping as only two candles remained. He had to do something swiftly to stop that chanting and his upper lip curled in indignation as the hand lifted to beckon him forward, as if the man was so very sure of his ability to chain him.

"Arrogance..." The demon stated, the anger rather obvious as his wings flapped once to send a shuddering gust through the room, his hands tensing in anticipation of sinking talons deep into the mortal's throat before he lunged forward, the movement likely too quick for the human eye to recognize. His feet left the floor as wings propelled him forwards, eyes fixed like a bird of prey on his quarry---blind to everything else. Blind to the symbol that waited above. "You humans and your hubris. It will be the end of you!"

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Fionn was not easily shaken. The demon had been making him anxious, but he seemed to have gotten his attention, he had fallen for his bluff. Even as the being charged at him at full speed, he didn't flinch, maintaining eye contact. The trap, strengthened over the years by dozens of rituals, would hold the demon in the center of it. It would be akin to suddenly finding himself at the end of a very short leash, which would halt him in his tracks before he could step beyond the boundaries of the symbol.

Fionn exhaled in a rush as he realized the demon was within the trap, a feeling of relief washing over him. The moments between the summoning and luring the demon into the trap were, by far, the most dangerous. The demon could not reach beyond the boundaries of the trap---not physically, and not mentally, he was bound by the talisman and unable to even fling a spell beyond its borders. He couldn't be held within the trap forever, of course, and though he was relieved that the hard part was over, Fionn knew it wasn't quite the time to relax.

Still, as he looked over the nude demon, granting himself a moment to catch his breath after all the chanting and anxiety, he couldn't help but grin a bit. He knew incubi were lovely---he'd summoned several over the years---but this one really was a treasure. He was feisty. The spirited ones really were the most fun to summon, if the most dangerous. He'd certainly have to work hard on this one. His grin grew slightly wider at the thought. He carefully walked around the altar to approach closer to the demon, trapped beneath the binding talisman. He didn't get too close to him, however, and he was careful not to step within the boundaries of the trap himself---though he wouldn't be trapped by it, he would be vulnerable to an attack by the demon if he ventured inside while he was free to move around within it.

"Welcome, Cyril," he spoke, knowing the demon's name through his prior research. He had specifically chosen him, after all. He should know his name. He combed his long, blonde hair back from his face as he eyed the demon, his gaze locking upon the amber eyes once more. "You're fiery... I like that."

He was slightly shorter than Cyril, but their builds were similar. Fionn spent much of his time focusing on strengthening his mind, but he didn't neglect his body. He was lean, but not overly-muscular, fast and stronger than he looked, though probably lacking the brute strength to wrestle a demon into submission physically. Luckily, he wouldn't have to do that. He had ways of making sure his demons obeyed.

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It struck Cyril only a moment before his body reached the inside of the trap that he wondered why the man didn't even flinch from his swift attack. By the time he realized he had quite possibly flung himself into something unpleasant, he was already within the boundary of the glowing sign on the ceiling above him and he gasped sharply as a sudden tug jerked his body back, eyes widening in surprise. "Ahh...!" He cried out as his wings flapped wildly in an attempt to right himself despite the space being too small for the feathered appendages to rest in comfortably.

"What have you done!?" Cyril demanded, finally standing once again and carefully folding his wings tightly against his slender back. Amber eyes burned with clear anger as fire flickered within them and he lashed out with a taloned hand to slash at the wall that held him inside the symbol's clutches only to have a sharp flash echo over his body and cause him to jolt back slightly. "Powerful little wizard, aren't you?" He snarled, his horns seeming to glitter in response to his anger.

"You know my name... spying, hmm?" He crossed his arms and released a slow, steady sigh to try and calm himself. There was nothing he could do from inside the ward after all and it would be best to conserve his energy. "If you know me so well... you'll know of the pleasure I can offer... remove this bothersome ward... and I will give you more than you can imagine..."

He counted it would work, but the seductive purr would certainly be tempting, and Cyril smirked slightly as he was called 'fiery'. He'd been called worse things. "Fiery...? You've seen nothing wizard... let me out... or are you frightened, mortal?"

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A slight grin remained on Fionn's lips as he watched Cyril getting more frustrated with his current situation. He noticed the demon seemed impressed, but he tried not to let that go to his head. He wasn't fully bound yet, though he was trapped beneath the symbols on he ceiling... now wasn't the time to get cocky. The demon was now trying to bargain with him, and he chuckled faintly as he approached slightly closer, reaching beneath his robe for an amulet.

"I don't doubt that," he said, but he certainly wouldn't be letting the demon out. He knew you couldn't take a demon at his word. Even if you had a contract, they were liable to break them. Besides... why did he need to let the demon out, when he could enslave him and thereby have whatever he wanted from him anyway? His eyes traced over Cyril in a slow, deliberate manner, allowing himself to briefly contemplate what he would do with him once he was properly subdued.

He only allowed himself to be so distracted very briefly, however. With renewed stamina, he took a breath, his eyes locking on Cyril's once more as he began to chant low in the ancient language once more. He didn't let his eyes be moved, staring into the demon with determination, the spell he was weaving aiming to physically bind him, if only for a few moments. He knew a demon as strong as Cyril would only be bound very briefly, and that it would be a struggle to get him into that state in the first place---but Fionn knew what he was doing.

The first part of his spell was aiming to prevent the demon from looking away from him, enthralling him, focusing his gaze upon Fionn's eyes so he could weave the rest of it, which would hold him physically still long enough for him to get the reagents for the next ritual he would have to perform. He needed to pluck a feather from his wings, and draw a few drops of blood from him---and he knew the demon wouldn't be giving that up without a fight.

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While others of his kind might have thrown themselves at the magical walls surrounding them---shouting and wasting their energy trying to escape, Cyril knew enough about the workings of human magic to know a powerful symbol when he saw it. For the moment he knew, however embarrassing it was to be caught, that there was no getting out until the wizard somehow lowered his guard. With age came wisdom, and this incubus had seen the passing of centuries, as shown by the length of the twin horns atop his head and wickedly sharp talons upon his fingertips. Doubtlessly Fionn would know this, and the demon offered a small measure of respect to the man for trying to contain him anyway.

"You don't doubt it... but you keep us separate with this symbol..." He gestured to the glowing rune surrounding him, the hand resting atop a slender hip, his fingers tapping lightly at the top of a toned thigh where an intricate tattoo was placed---seemingly tribal in design, but a closer look would reveal the demonic tongue, something of a physical sign of his high station in the Abyss. It snaked around his thigh and drew pleasant focus to his shaft---a quality he rather admired about it.

"I applaud your effort, wizard, but what good am I to you trapped in a cage?" Some never thought these things through, and his free hand lifted to run gently up one black horn, sighing in irritation when suddenly his gaze was captured in Fionn's. More troubling, he found he couldn't quite look away and he gritted his teeth, that hiss echoing between his lips as he tried to turn his head away---tried to break the contact.

"You... what are you... nngh..." His voice trembled ever so slightly as the incantation continued, his body feeling steadily heavier as though it were made of stone. His eyes widened in disbelief as he found he couldn't even move his lips to speak at the physical binding spell, only the very tips of his wings twitching in defiance. Certainly it wouldn't last long as the rage burned violently in amber eyes, and sense of patience swiftly leaving him as the wizard sorely tested it. Perhaps two or three minutes at best, but Cyril would soon get free.

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Fionn kept his eyes on the demon's, now that he was held by the spell, but for only as long as he could keep chanting---the spell was tiring to keep up, and the demon was fighting it, and would break free at any moment. He had precious little time to spare, and so he didn't waste any. He stepped forward within the sigil that held the demon, but did so cautiously, wary of the fact that the demon could be bluffing.

He couldn't look away from the demon's gaze, or else the spell would weaken, and so he held it with determination, though it meant he couldn't look at what he was doing. He groped semi-blindly over the demon's shoulder until he felt the soft feathers, quickly plucking one or two of them. The action would hopefully distract him from the next one, which would surely anger him further, and he was hoping he wouldn't break through the spell during it.

After tucking the feathers away quickly, a ritual knife was drawn from his robe's pocket, and he quickly slashed at the demon's chest. He couldn't break his gaze, and so he couldn't see how deeply he'd cut the demon, but it was enough to draw blood. Quickly, he pressed the amulet in his other hand to the wound, which glowed red and absorbed the blood flowing from the wound.

He could feel Cyril fighting him. He was powerful, he was ancient, and he was angry, and Fionn withdrew himself from the trap as quickly as he could, without breaking the demon's gaze. The mental fight through the spell was becoming exhausting, and the moment he was out of the demon's reach, he exhaled a shaky breath of relief, the spell breaking. He grinned slightly as he lifted the amulet to peer at it. It was merely a container, for gathering as much blood as possible from the demon in the few seconds he was able to do so, his eyes shifting over to Cyril. "Don't worry... I don't intend to keep you inside a cage."

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Cyril's anger boiled just beneath the surface of his skin, hos eyes the only way to convey the powerful emotion that flared within his mind. No matter how he tried he couldn't pull his gaze from the wizard's across from him, who moved quickly forwards through the protective wall of the ward to stand so very close. A taloned finger twitched slightly, lower lip curling in as much of a snarl the demon could manage as the hand reached over a slender shoulder and past his narrowed line of sight.

The sharp prick of pain as a few feathers were plucked from his wings brought a jolt through his body and a faint hiss, though he still certainly was unable to strike out at the man, however tempting it may have been. He longed to push Fionn down---to take away that firm conviction and pride he saw within his eyes and drag him down to the Abyss where the true entertainment could begin. But he couldn't, and he gasped sharply as the blade slashed forward to cut a fairly deep gouge in his chest.

"Nngh...! Bastard...!" He was finally able to hiss out as he felt the blood run warm down his chest, his body shaking with suppressed anger. It was then that the wizard swiftly made his exit and several seconds later the spell snapped as a rope placed under too much pressure. Cyril cried out in fury and swooped forward at the wall, a razor-sharp crimson line of energy firing from his talons to strike the wall where it rippled and shuddered, but stood firm.

"Damn you, human!" He spat, lifting a hand to brush fingers over his blood and run his tongue over the crimson fluid there with a sight shiver. "What are you planning...? I will not be some guinea pig for whatever magical experiments you wish to enact..." His hands clenched tightly and he leaned closer, tilting his head forward in a battle-ready stance, the tips of sharp horns scraping and hissing against the wall. "Let me go. I demand you release me to my realm! I will get free eventually... and you will suffer then, I assure you..."

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Fionn took in a deep breath, finally beginning to relax slightly. He flashed a slight grin at the snarling demon as he casually took his spoils to the altar at the head of the summoning chamber, beginning to prepare for a new ritual.

"Yes, I know, I've thoroughly secured me place in hell," he spoke casually, a bit more relaxed now that he could begin the proper binding. Cyril wasn't any good to him trapped within the ward in the summoning room, but he needed to be somewhat more subdued or restrained before he could remove him from it. "You'll get free eventually, yes. I won't live forever, after all, though I intend to live much longer than most humans do..."

Fionn lit some new candles, and began to murmur a new incantation now, his eyes on his work, though they occasionally glanced up to catch a glimpse of the angry demon confined within the ward. Placing the feathers into a small crucible, he plucked a couple of strands of hair from his own head, incinerating them both to ash. Not stopping his incantation, he carefully opened the blood amulet to allow the dark red liquid to flow down into it as well. Afterward, he retrieved the ritual knife once more, using it to slice open his own hand, gritting his teeth against the pain as he clenched his hand into a fist, the blood dripping down into the crucible. The blood and ashes mixed into a dark, inky liquid, and he retrieved an item from beneath the altar.

It was some manner of small collar. No, two of them, joined together by a chain, carved with intricate symbols and wards. Smearing the inky substance from the crucible on his fingers, he began to rub it into the carvings, which absorbed it readily, staining them a deep burgundy color. The collars glowed briefly, but it faded after a moment, though the lingering effects of the magic were palpable as the spell was complete. He quickly wrapped a cloth around his still-bleeding hand, and picked up the collars, smirking faintly as he arrived before the demon once more.

"The only way you're getting out of there, is if you have this on," he said to him. "And once it goes on, it's not coming off. Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to force this on you as well?" He stared Cyril in the eyes. He didn't want to have to cast another spell, he honestly wasn't sure he had the energy left, but he needed the demon to think that he did. Of course, he did have other ways to subdue him and get the collars onto his horns if it came down to that...

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Long, elegant eyebrows twitched in frustration at Cyril's helplessness in the current situation. A human would usually be nothing more than a snack, a brief diversion from whatever his goal was, but this wizard had clearly planned well for his arrival, and however much he was loathe to admit it... Fionn had him rather soundly contained. There wasn't one spec of chalk out of place he could take advantage of---not one slightly incorrect rune to exploit. The bastard was a perfectionist and it showed.

"You mortals and your desire to transcend the coil that binds you... you will never live beyond my years. Everything you do to me I will one day visit upon you a thousand-fold... don't forget that, wizard." Cyril spoke firmly, without a shred of doubt in his elegant tones. However much the human controlled him for the moment was nothing compared to the domination he would suffer in the abyss once his life was spent. The incubus could wait hundreds of years for that day if necessary...

He watched as the peculiar ritual was performed, his guard placed on high alert as their blood was combined. A powerful tool, used for nothing pleasant and his upper lip twitched as the resulting blend was smeared over the small golden collars, lifting a hand to run slender fingers carefully over surprisingly sensitive horns. It didn't take much imagination to guess where Fionn planned on placing the contraption. "You will not touch me with that thing. I care not what it aims to do."

Cyril's wings flared as much as was possible in the confined space, talons flexing at the tips of his fingers as a smirk came to his lips. "To place those on me you will have to lower the ward at some point... I simply have to wait..." It seemed a useless effort to the demon---what could Fionn possibly do to ensure his success? Certainly Cyril wouldn't be caught in the man's gaze a second time. He was sure he had the eventual victory.


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Xander was surprised at how nice Rachael was being about it. Maybe she wasn't so tough after all. He blinked and looked down for a second. Sure enough, he was still rock hard. "W-wha..." He didn't think he was that turned on, but apparently he was. Maybe that was all he needed. He just needed to be reminded that he was a man and wasn't weak. That had to have been what she was trying to do.

"N-no." He said proudly, with still a hint of nervousness. "I-I think I'm better now..." He bent down and reached for his clothes.

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Rachael's eyes looked down at his small body, and his small length. At least, that was what she thought about it. In her time she dominated over men with huge cocks. Of course, she treated them a little differently. Although she was hard on them, she let them fuck her from time to time, just to feel that satisfaction for herself. But she was not willing to let him fuck her. Instead she was just going to let him lick her pussy and that was about it.

"If you think you are better, then leave." She glared at him, a little bothered that he would shy away like this. It wasn't enough to get her to punish him. No, she would let him leave if he wanted. Of course, if time went on and he remained under her control, then she would punish him for even the smallest issue.

"But you're not cured. You are not better. You are still the same. You will stammer in front of women and they will never let you dominate them until you understand how a submissive works. So leave if you wish, otherwise I expect you to kiss my feet and apologize for wasting my time." Her eyes narrow and she crossed her legs defiantly, as if to hide her sweet swollen lips from him. If she was not willing to become his slave, then he did not deserve to even see her womanhood, let alone taste it.

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Xander paused and thought for a second. He looked down to see that he was still hard, before standing and facing her. He to be cured. He had gotten hard and stayed that way through all of it. He was a little confused as to why it hadn't gone away yet. Normally if there wasn't active stimulation, he would grow soft soon after. Now though it seemed he was better than before. What else was there?

"W-what do you mean not cured?" He asked confused. "I-I'm still hard... see?" He moved his hand and his cock stood out in front of him. "You were just testing me... seeing how far you could get me to go before I stood up to you... r-right?" Surely she couldn't be serious. He glanced up and caught her gaze and recoiled a bit. She certainly seemed serious. Her glare was beginning to scare him.

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"Yes, you are still not cured." Rachael looked down to see his hard member. Nearly snickering at the size, she looked away to the door. It was still closed and they were safe. But now it seemed he wanted to shy away, like a true bitch. "Still hard? What does that mean? You enjoy licking pussy and it gets you aroused. So what, do you want to lick a slave's pussy until you get hard enough to dominate her? I doubt that. Only a bitch laps at a woman's cunt like a dog."

She glared at him now, accusingly as she spoke. "You haven't stood up to me. You just stopped making me feel good. You want to stand up to me? Put these panties on with a smile on your face and get back to work. When you enjoy all I have to offer and you're still looking for more, then you're cured. Until then, you are a submissive." Right now she was giving him the tough love he needed. There was no doubt in her mind that he would reluctantly put on these red panties. Tossing them at his feet, she licked her lips seductively, to wet them after her mouth had gone dry because of her anger.

"I do not mean to yell at you like this, but I cannot have you making assumptions, trying to surpass my expertise. Now, I can help you, but you need to submit. I do not mean sexually for my own desires, but for a time I can only hope that you will stop worrying so much and be relaxed. Can you do that for me honey? Can you put on those panties, and get back to licking my sweet folds all while you feel comfortable?"

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"W-wha?" His mind froze then. Why was she being nice? Xander thought for sure she would have flipped out on him. A part of him was disappointed in that fact. He looked down at the panties and picked them up slowly. He chewed his lip in thought, as he rolled them in his hands. He looked them over and felt the material. They certainly felt pretty soft, but he didn't think they would fit him. He looked down at his waist. Maybe they would, but could he really do that?

"C-can't we just... keep going... without the... panties?" He asked almost whispering the last word. Then he remembered, "M-mistress..." He blushed deeply and his cock twitched as he said the word. "P-please?" He really wasn't sure about it, but the idea seemed less and less unreasonable.

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He froze and Rachael watched. Would it take him long to submit, or would he resume his duty? This question lingered in her mind as she watched him carefully, like a predator examined a herd of potential prey. He was the weak, and she was the strongest. He was doomed in the end, she though, can't he just give in? At his remark, she wanted to sigh heavily to show her disgust, but she didn't after he hesitated and called her Mistress. Her cheeks did not turn pink but she felt that rise in her chest.

Smirking, Rachael looked at him, still hungry, but with a little smirk like she was ready to strike. "You don't have to. If you want to, you can leave right now. If you don't want to do anything, you don't have to. But, I would love for you to get back to lapping my pussy. You want to be my obedient slave, don't you?" She giggled, that teenage girl giggle that seemed to get all sorts of men enticed with her body. Again she spread legs, this time her hand dipped low and her fingers played with her clit like she'd always wanted some attention there. "Come here, slave."

[User] Xander dropped his head and slowly bent down. Then he stepped into the panties and pulled them up his legs. The did feel soft and nice. He tucked his cock into the tight underwear as best as he could. Then he slowly lowered to his knees and crawled back over. He knelt between her legs and looked up at her with wet eyes. He didn't know why, but he was still there. His mind was screaming at him to leave, but he could not bring himself to do so. He almost hated being called her slave, and yet, he answered to it. He didn't know what was going on, and he was trying to figure it out. His mind raced and he kind of zoned out, lost in thought.

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Rachael gulped, entertained as he put on the panties. What a sissy, she thought. Surely she would dominate him, not just this time, but every time. Without a word he resumed lapping her pussy, this time with her panties snugly pressed against him. He was wearing them, and that turned her on more than having his eager tongue on her soft folds. She moaned, groaned, and twitched in expectation. Before long, her body heat was rising and she felt that need building inside her. She was going to cum, and all because of him.

His tongue was not the only effort to get her attention, but his hard cock nestled in the silky panties made the real difference. "MMmmm, that feels so good." She ground her pussy against his face, touching his own lips and forcing him further into her. She needed him obedient, just so that she could achieve that orgasm that she wanted. "Faster, bitch", she let slip in the moment, wondering how he might react to it. Of course, in this scenario he was considered the bitch. But would he take commands like a bitch?

[User]
Xander lapped at Rachael's pussy as she rode his face. His tongue was pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. Her taste was strong, but he was beginning to like it. The soft panties slid a little as he moved and rubbed his hard cock. They were so silky and soft. He hadn't expected it to feel like this. He was actually enjoying the feeling of them rubbing him. He squeezed his legs together and the pressure along with the softness felt amazing.

Right that second he heard her call him a bitch and he left a soft squeak escape his lips. He began to move a little faster as he began to squeeze his legs in rhythm with her thrusts. He was start to enjoy this combination and moaned softly.

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"Oooo, that's it." Rachael moaned again. Her hand held his head, pushing his face into her moist lips. Hungry to orgasm, she was grinding against him. "You're doing a really good job, Xander. Oh!" He moved his tongue quickly, and pushed further inside her. "It's as if you like being a bitch. Do you like being my bitch?" She giggled like a teenage girl, teasing him and making him sink further into this bizarre depravity. She wanted to really dominate him. But right now, he was too weak to endure the pain she could bring. She wanted him obedient over all, and that meant moving slowly by introducing new things one at a time.

She watched him carefully. It looked as if he was humping back at an invisible cock that was buried in his ass. She had a good idea at least what she thought he was doing, which was making her soft panties rub against his hard on. Soon he might even cum like this, and that would just put him deeper into his new role.

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As her hand tightened on his head, Xander squeaked and gasped a bit. He blushed deeply and tried to block out her words, but he couldn't deny the effect they were having on him. He began to lose himself to the pleasure he was feeling and stopped thinking about how odd this all seemed. He hungrily sucked and lapped at her soaked pussy. His legs were flexing on their own and his ass began to move more and more. She kept using that word "bitch". Every time he heard it something inside him pushed him to do more. He couldn't figure it out.

He grunted and arched his back as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. His body shook and he moaned loudly into her pussy. His cock twitched and sprayed hot cum inside the panties, where it had nowhere to go. It covered his ass, crack, cock, and balls. It felt like the biggest load of his life. He gasped and panted, dropping his head. Obvious to everything in that moment, except the shameful pleasure that consumed him.

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Xander convulsed after continuing to back his ass up to whatever sensations he was feeling. Rachael was sure that he was cumming, by the way his body moved. He looked so cute, but that orgasm solidified his decent into sissification. Her mind worked quickly to realize that he'd soiled her panties. What a shame, they were one of the few pairs she had that she really liked. Now, they were his. She didn't want cum-soaked panties after a man had enjoyed them so much.

"You came in your panties, didn't you slut?" Rachael sighed to show her disappointment. She was going to let him keep them, but before then she was going to fuck with him. "I can't fuckin' have cum stains in my panties! And you can't just clean them off and toss them in the trash can... lick 'em clean, now!"

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Xander lowered his head and panted, trying to catch his breath. His mind was racing a mile a minute. He couldn't believe how easily he came, let alone how powerful his orgasm had been. He leaned against her leg and strangely enjoyed the feeling of his now cum soaked panties. His cock softened a little, but the stimulation kept him from going past half mast.

He blushed deeply at her question. "Y-yes... m-mistress..." He stammered shyly. He recoiled as she yelled at him and shrunk back. His eyes shot open wide as she told him to lick them clean. "W-wha?! N-no... that's... wha?!" His mind was still racing and couldn't process what she was saying. She had to be joking.

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He remained in his subservient position, that was good. No doubt the excess sperm was sipping out of the red panties and on to the floor. Rachael would ultimately make him clean that up too. Rachael could not have her next patient come in and find some man's cum on the floor. It would ruin her career. Now, getting him to swallow his load would be a feat that she knew would take careful maneuvering. But he was susceptible, she knew that much. There was on his hands and knees, lapping at his Mistress's pussy like an obedient slave. He would do a lot of things for her.

"You made the mess, Xander. There's no where else for it to go. Now I cannot return home tonight with dirty panties. Hell, I don't even want to put on dirty panties. Now hurry up and swallow it all down. You're leaking on the fucking carpet!"

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Xander couldn't imagine drinking his own cum. He knew some guys got curious and might have tasted it or drank their own, but he have never even done that. He masturbated a lot, but it was always on the toilet or in the shower. His cum was always instantly washed away so he didn't have to even smell it. Then it dawned on him that he didn't even know what it smelled like.

He jumped as she yelled more and subconsciously spun around and faced the small puddle of cum that she had seen. His, soaked, panty covered ass now faced her. Had he been thinking he might not have turned that way. He was slightly afraid of her, but up until now she had been nice, despite all the yelling and sometimes insulting things she said. He wasn't going to lick it up, but he would clean it up. He got curious and sniffed the puddle as his hand reached out and grabbed his boxers.

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It was enough to know that he came. That honestly was humiliating enough. The poor boy came without anyone touching him, nothing by the sweet feel the of lace on his member. Now Rachael knew he could be drawn into deeper depravity. But before she made him sink into a worsened submission, she wanted him to really break out of his little shell.

When he turned his ass to her, she bit her lip. His ass looked absolutely delicious and she could not wait to toy with him more. But even she could see the dampened spot on her panties where his seed remained. The dripping was slow, and it seemed that he dropped his mouth close to the small puddle on the ground. He sniffed it, testing it. She was pleased that he would take this upon himself, but then she was surprised to see him reaching for his boxers.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" She growled in protest, yet her right hand dipped low on her body and her fingers played with her sensitive clit. She was still very horny. Knowing this man came for her made her even more aroused. She too needed that release. His session was not over, and she needed his tongue again. But this would happen after he lapped up that cum like a good boy. "Lick it all up", she demanded, using a fierce tone to let him know she damn well meant he better use his tongue on that mess otherwise he would be punished.

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Xander froze hearing her yell. Damn, she caught him. He should have known she would see him. Part of him wanted to turn around again. It scared him not to be able to see her, but something deep inside was excited by this fact. His cum smelled awful and almost like bleach. There was no way he was going to put that in his mouth.

He had to think of a way to wipe it up without her seeing. He leaned over to drop his boxers back in the pile and wiped his other hand over the puddle. then he leaned down to make it look like he was licking it up. He smirked to himself proudly. He was so sure she couldn't see him.

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Fidgeting with her clit, Rachael was more than happy to see him not pick up his clothes to wipe the mess away. Her fingers worked on herself, but honestly she needed his tongue again. She was so close. Surely he could even smell the her dripping sex. When she paid attention to him, she noticed how coy he tried to move. His hand moved over the puddle, but where he was licking, she knew no cum was there.

Using one of her heeled shoes, she placed the heal over his ball sack from behind and she gritted her teeth, pushing hard on him until he groaned in displeasure. "I SAID LICK IT UP, SLUT!" She truly raised her voice this time, and thanked having sound-proof rooms. "Now do not make me force you, because you will not like what it store for you if you make me angry. Do as I say, or you will be punished."

[User] Xander gasped as he felt her heel on his balls. As she pushed the pressure grew into pain and he groaned and fell over onto his face. The puddle of cum, or what was left of it, was right in front of him. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he didn't do it. He closed his eyes and slid his tongue out of his mouth slowly. His tongue touched the wet carpet and his face scrunched up. He made a grunt of disgust and backed away from the cum, rubbing his wet hand into the carpet. His head shook. He couldn't do it. He knew it would be bad, but he only thought about the taste in that instant.

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His first taste. It was cute, even if he had to be forced. Soon he might even take it straight from the source. But for now, Rachael would start out slow, as slow as she'd gone so far. "Good. I do not want you to disobey me again, otherwise I will show you how a true dom punishes a bitch. That's all for today." She looked at her watch and sighed. She was cutting their session short by twenty minutes, but he'd learned plenty today and surely she would be more prepared next time.

"See my secretary as you see yourself out. Schedule an appointment sometime next week. I'd like to see you again soon", she spoke as she continued to touch herself. If he was not going to give up his free will immediately, she would make him think about it for a week. A week was a long time as you thought about being a cum swallowing faggot and thought about the strange events that occurred in the treatment. Sure he might be confused, but she knew he would come back to her the following weak, hoping to get more treatment.

[User] Xander sniffled and looked over at her with wet eyes, nodding slowly. "Y-yes... d...M-mistress..." He turned away from her and slid off the cum soaked panties. Then, he wiped himself down with them before pulling up his boxers. He dressed slowly, still holding the panties in his hand. His mind was reeling. He couldn't process everything. He tuned to her and with his eyes still on the ground he asked, "W-what... should I do... with these?" He held out the wadded up panties, that were clearly still soaked and even leaking in his hand a bit.

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He still called her mistress. They were still playing this sick game of hers. In Rachael's mind, it only meant round two was looming. Now, she wanted to send him home to think about his encounter. No doubt his mind would reel over the events of today. He might return to work, he might do the mundane things in his life. But sometime during the day he would think of her and what happened between them. He would remember her taste, and hunger for more. He would wake up with a boner, just for her. He would remember how he was forced to lick cunt and clean up his mess by time it was all finished.

The panties were dirty, and she certainly was not putting them back on, or even taking them back home. But, they were the panties that she loved to wear. The foxy read color and the high-dollar lace made them very sought after. Now she lost them, she entertained taking the afternoon off to shop for more. Or, well a devilish thought entered her mind. Maybe she could take him shopping. In excuse to see him operate in front of strange, attractive women, she could convince him to help her shop for a new pair of panties. Maybe she would force him to purchase a pair for himself. It seemed fitted that he wear panties now, since he found such an arousing element in wearing them.

"Keep them", he called out rudely, choosing not to look at him again as he changed. She was quite angry at him, rightfully so. The bare fact remained, he soiled her panties. These were expensive and handpicked by her. Surely he must understand the ramifications. It took her a moment to take a deep, calmly breath. Clear as a bell, she demanded one final thing from him. "Wear them. Take off your boxers, put on the panties and put the boxers in a pocket. And when you return next week, you better be wearing those panties, clean and without a spot of cum. Do as I say, or you will never be able to return hear." Her words had such a bite to them. She was surprised her tone remained low and enough that he understood without being blasted by her rage.

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Xander jumped again at the tone in her voice. He wondered why she hadn't really hurt him. He could tell how upset she was. He lowered his head and removed his pants and boxers. He gingerly pulled the panties on again, wincing as he felt his sticky cum slide up his legs. He groaned in discomfort as he secured them around his waist. Then he put his pants back on, tucking his boxers in the pocket. He hoped that he wouldn't leak through. He chewed his lip and squirmed, getting used to them again.

In this moment the session's events hit him. He realized what had happened, but also what it meant. He felt his eyes well up as it all sank in. He was utterly dumbstruck as to how it all happened. He drifted off into his thoughts.

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At least he was still doing what Rachael told him. For a moment she thought she lost him. Of course, this week away would give him time to think hard about what he'd done. His own mind would conjure plenty of fantasies for himself. Surely he would dream up some wild moments where he was being forced to do something much worse than wearing panties and obediently licking her hot pussy. Smoothing out her skirt as she made herself proper again, Rachael watched him get dressed with an evil smirk on her face.

She'd gotten him to put back on the cum filled red lacy panties. He could keep them. Of course he would keep them. She was sure of it. Her mind was working too quickly to give a thought to him looking like he might cry. She didn't have time for that. "Come back next week, same time, and wear your panties. They better not be cum stained either. Now get out of here. I have other appointments."

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Xander groaned as he felt the slick panties move with every step. "Y-yes... m-mistress..." was all he said as he left the office. He kept his eyes trained on the floor as he walked down the hall. He could still taste her pussy mixing with the faint taste of his own cum. He could barely smell the cum he had spilled in his panties, but he figured it was just because he knew that it was there. He hoped no one else could smell it.

He approached the front desk and shyly lifted his eyes to look at the receptionist. "M... doctor Forray said... same time next week..." He tried to sound casual about it, but she small girl behind the desk flashed him a knowing smile. He was stunned. Were they all like that? He looked around and saw a couple of people in the waiting room, but no one seemed to notice anyone else was there. Usually people at least glanced around. He chewed his lip nervously, forgetting where he was for a second.

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Rachael went back to being completely professional. She nodded as he left, knowing he would be back. Thankfully she had no other appointments that day. She was so horny! Knowing her little slut secretary would be perfect to get her to that peak, she waited a bit before buzzing her in. The problem was, the secretary was not a her at all. It was a man, or well, was a man. She was Rachael's first sissified patient that Rachael kept around to secretly brag about her work.

It did not take long for Rachael to get off. Her perfect secretary knew just how to please her. And after she came, Rachael ravaged her asshole with her strap on. Rachael just hoped next week Xander would be ready to suck that plastic cock. Eventually she wanted to progress him into sucking a real cock, first from her sissy secretary, and then with a real man. Soon he would just want to please anyone he could.


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Adeline froze as Brad stood up, picking her up and carrying her back to his room, holding her very firmly so that she couldn't move, though she certainly tried. No one even looked at him as he carried her, just letting him take her away. They didn't care, not that she was surprised. They would do it themselves if they could.

She caught herself on the bed after he threw her down, looking up at him angrily. "Not unless you want me to bite it off" she said, scooting herself away from him on the bed.

[Assistant] "I'd like to see you try bite it off." Brad said as he began to stroke his member after he took off his pants. "Why don't you strip yourself? If I end up tearing your clothes... you'll have to wear them torn tomorrow." His member began long and thick, thick enough that she'd have trouble closing her mouth to bite on it if it entered her. "Or do you want me to take your pussy and ass because you want the pleasure? I never knew you'd be so demanding."

[User] Adeline glared, seeing him stroke his thick member, which did look like it would be difficult to bite were it in her mouth. She didn't want it anywhere near her, though when he spoke he made her reconsider. "I don't want you anywhere near me, you pig" she said, though she was clearly shaken. "If... well, if I suck it... you won't do those other things?" she said, otherwise she didn't see much of a point in it. It had been painful the night before when he had fucked her ass and pussy, her ass in particular, she would hope to avoid that.

[Assistant] "I won't tonight." Brad said to her, smiling at her. "Now would you suck on my cock?" He said, waiting for her, while he could take her forcefully, he'd much rather that she did so willingly, it was much more erotic that way. Of course he'd find a loophole to get around it... tonight was about to end soon, after it passes midnight.. he'd rape that sweet pussy and ass of hers.

[User] "Fine... fine, I will" Adeline said, not wanting to but she didn't want him to touch her anywhere else. Adeline looked at his cock, unable to believe she was in this position, but she was and there wasn't anything she could do right now to change that. First she stripped her clothes like he said, not wanting him to rip them and have to walk around the next day in rags. After that she moved towards him, looking at his cock again and hesitantly moving her mouth near it.

[Assistant] Brad smiled at her as he leaned back in the bed watching her undress herself before she could go forth to to begin moving her mouth near his cock. "Lick it, stroke it, I expect you to do well... my little girl, after all got fucked so good the previous day, it's a pity I won't be able to fuck your ass today." He smirked, only problem for her was tomorrow was coming sooner than she expected.

[User] Adeline ignored him, hoping he didn't really care if she did a good job... she hadn't exactly done it before, how was she supposed to do well at something she had never done before or thought of doing before? She doubted any of her family had ever done such a thing, it wasn't dignified. She moved forward, shakily reaching a hand out and touching his cock. She stroked it and leaned forward, licking it, which made her feel sick to her stomach.

[Assistant] "Mhmmm.." No matter how much it made him sick he loved the fact that she was sucking on his member, she was doing a good job at it as well, her soft tongue her hand and mouth all working together to stimulate his organ. "I think taking you with me was the best choice ever made isn't that right?"

[User] She hated it, tasting his cock, knowing that she was giving Brad pleasure... Adeline didn't want to make him happy at all, she wanted to hurt him and run away, but it would be hard to bite him and she knew that there was nowhere for her to run. She stopped for a moment when he spoke, looking at him with an angry glare. "No... that is not right, not at all" she said, but she knew she had to continue so she went back to lick his cock. He might not think that it was the best choice after he was captured and executed for what he had done to the princess.

[Assistant] "It is right... can't you see how perfectly that cock fits in your mouth? Can't you see how your mouth produces saliva to make sure that it is lubricated? You're made to suck that cock.. now keep going." Brad moaned, as he watched her continue after glaring him. He now had a new challenge to choose how he would empty himself... onto her? Or in her?

[User] Made to suck his cock... it as outrageous, a princess made to suck the cock of some lowly man. Of course, Brad didn't know Adeline was a princess. Maybe if he did that statement would be revised. She wondered why she hadn't told him who she was, maybe by this point that would be a bad thing, though. He might kill her and leave her somewhere in an attempt to avoid the punishment for what he had done. She continued to suck his cock for now, feeling it in her mouth, it was disgusting and she just wanted it to be done. He had said he wouldn't do anything else, so then she could go to sleep.

[Assistant] She done a great job suck on his member as he kept pushing his cock into her, again and again he penetrated her until he could no longer hold himself back. With a moan Brad came, shooting his seed right into her mouth. "Swallow... please swallow all of it up. You look perfect when I blast you with my cum." He thrust his cock into her a few times and watched her take it into her mouth. She could still spit it out, but he loved how she managed to suck him off like that on her first go.

[User] Adeline sucked on his cock, gagging slightly when he would push his cock just a little too far, though she would move her head back immediately to stop it. She hadn't thought about what would happen when he finished, and so when he came and shot his seed into her mouth her eyes widened slightly, keeping it all in her mouth and not swallowing it, moving her head away as quickly as she could and spitting it out. It tasted disgusting, she gagged and coughed.

[Assistant] "Oh.... don't like the taste of my divine seed? What a waste." Brad said to her as he at least didn't seem to pissed off by it. He moved himself closer to her before kissing her cheek. "Okay... like I promised. I will leave you alone." He had a large enough sized bed so that if one was on one end they wouldn't touch each other at all.

[User] Of course Adeline didn't like it... how could Brad think that she would like it? It was disgusting. But he didn't touch her anymore, and that was all that she wanted, so after he kissed her on the cheek she immediately made sure to move as far from him on the bed that she could, laying down and pulling a blanket over her to cover herself so that she was no longer exposed. Now she could sleep in peace.

[Assistant] Brad was going to wake up at midnight, but he obviously over slept, it wasn't until near sunrise did he woke up again, despite the fact that she wasn't awake he moved over to her, stroking her as he climbed on top of her with his cock pressing against her while he spread her legs wide open. "Mhmmm. I'll continued what I wanted to do now."

[User] Adeline wasn't exactly a light sleeper, but anyone would wake up if someone was pressing their cock up against them and spreading their legs. She woke up with a start, crying out with surprise as she saw him standing over her. "No, please don't!" she cried, waking up very quickly, though she still felt a bit groggy. She had thought that he wasn't going to do it to her that night, but he wasn't exactly someone she could trust so she shouldn't be surprised.

[Assistant] Brad ignored her even though eh did slow down slightly, moving his cock to her pussy and pressing it against her entrance. "You've left me pretty much starving for more yesterday... I'm doing to reward you double today." He said as he began to push into her. "Don't say I didn't keep my word, the sun is about to rise... it's morning already."

[User] Adeline cried, trying to push him off of her as she felt his cock begin to push into her dry pussy. It was not the wake up call she was used to, not by a long shot. She kicked at him, but he had already pushed her legs apart and was between them, leaving her unable to do much damage, if any. "Please, can't you just wait... just wait till later, please" she cried, begging for him to stop but knowing that he wouldn't. This was what he wanted and that was what he cared about, it didn't matter what she said.

[Assistant] Brad smiled at her. "Maybe you would like some ass fuck?" He said moving his cock to her ass and teasing her there before promptly moving back and pushing into her again. he began pounding her. "Offer me something that I might consider... otherwise I'll fuck you like this." He said to her as he began to screw her hard with his rod.

[User] "No, no, no" Adeline cried when Brad moved his cock to her ass for a moment, shaking her head desperately, relieved when he moved back to her pussy. She didn't want him there either, but it was better than her ass. "You can fuck my mouth again! Use my mouth, please" she cried, though he had just gotten to do that so she wasn't sure if he would go for that. What else did she have to offer? Nothing that she could think of. She cringed in pain as he fucked her dry pussy, he hadn't bothered trying to get her aroused so it wasn't pleasant for her in the least.

[Assistant] "Well.. it seems like you don't have much to offer then." Brad said to her as he slowly began to pump her, to help stimulate her he moved both his hands against her breasts and began to pinch them. "Oh... what a tight little pussy you have." He said as he was sure to fuck her slow until she produced some kind of lubrication to make it feel better for him. He looked into her eyes. "I'm going to break you, turn you into my own little cum slut."

[User] Adeline knew he wasn't going to stop, there was nothing she could do to get him to stop. The only thing she could be thankful for was that his thrusts and his hands on her breasts slowly made her body react, making her somewhat wet, not much but enough to make it easier for him to thrust into her. Easier for him and less painful for her. "No... you won't have the chance. My father will find you... and he will kill you for what you are doing to me" she said, glaring at him. She didn't say who her father was, but he would find that out soon enough, hopefully when the guards found him and dragged him off to his execution.

[Assistant] "Oh? I'd like to beat him and tell him that he has raised a bad little girl... who gets off on being raped by strangers." Brad didn't seem all that concerned as he convinced that she was nothing but peasant. He smiled as he continued to pound her. "Oh... now... now it's getting good my dear." He kissed her on the lips before he felt his climax already approaching him.

[User] She shook her head, crying as he pounded her. "You're wrong" Adeline said, she wasn't getting off on this... she hated every moment of it. She was only getting wet as a natural response from her body, she was sure of that. He wasn't doing anything to try and make her enjoy it after all, he was seeking his own pleasure only with no regard for her. She cried out as he thrust into her, turning her head away as he kissed her.

[Assistant] Brad merely teased her as he continued to ride her body again to an amazing climax, continuing to slam his cock into her until he came, shooting his load deep into her pussy. "Ahhh..." He screamed, filling her with his seed. "Mhmm, nothing beats a morning fuck... except maybe a morning ass fuck." He smirked.

[User] "Please... just leave it at his, I'm begging you" she cried, feeling his seed filling her pussy, some dripping out and down her leg. Wasn't it enough that he had woken her up by fucking her pussy, did he have to go for her ass too? It had hurt so badly when he had first used it, it was still sore even. Couldn't he just leave her alone? Adeline didn't expect that what she said would hold much weight with him, though. If he wanted to fuck her ass he would.

[Assistant] He smiled at her. "Well... clean my cock and make me cum again." Brad said as he rolled off from her after he had just came in her, he was a man of immense stamina for sure, and he obviously wanted more. "Come on now, you did good last night, so you should be able to do quite good this time as well."

[User] Of course she didn't want to, but it was better than him fucking her ass and she knew that if she refused that was exactly what he would do, so after he rolled off of her she slowly moved over to him, seeing his cock with some of his cum and some of her juices dripping on it. It looked disgusting, but Adeline forced herself to move her head to it, licking it clean and doing her best to stop herself from gagging.

[Assistant] Brad closed his eyes as he felt her began to lick his member, he could feel that she was hesitating, but of course she would be when she didn't want it at all, she was just doing it to avoid something worse... temporarily. He wondered what was her obsession with oral though, maybe because he could become unsure of the pleasure he could give her if he tried the other holes? He pondered, enjoying her licks.

[User] A part of her was hoping that she would be found that day just so that she might avoid having him fuck her ass again, she knew that if he didn't do it that morning he would no doubt do it in the evening at least. Of course, another part of her was terrified of being found out all, afraid of returning to her old life as well as what would happen to her once they found out she was no longer a virgin. For now Adeline focused on licking his cock, though, cleaning it and then taking it into her mouth like she had done before, lacking enthusiasm of course but still doing a decent job since the sooner he finished the sooner she was done and this might be over.

[Assistant] Brad found it strange and interesting that she was caught between not wanting suck on him yet wanting him to cum. He took advantage of that conflict in her and enjoyed himself while watching her take his cock into her mouth. "That's my girl." He said as he watched her suck on him satisfyingly, he wondered what he should do, he could just stay here with her but what would the fun be, he'd take her around the city.

[User] Adeline made herself suck, despite how much she wanted to move away from him and take his cock out of her mouth. But she really didn't want him to go anywhere near her ass so it was worth it, she sucked and did her best to insure that he would finish soon. She wasn't looking forward to when he came either, though, since that would mean that his nasty seed would be shot into her mouth again and she would have that awful taste in her mouth all over again.

[Assistant] It didn't take him too long to cum, shooting his load into her mouth once again. "Swallow this time." He said to her, carrying more weight with what he said, he'd probably punish her if she disobeyed this time, it would be a pity if she got assfucked as a form of punishment. Brad moaned and moaned as his seed flowed into her pristine mouth.

[User] Adeline felt his seed shoot into her mouth again and she planned on spitting it out of course, but then she heard him order her to swallow it. Adeline heard the seriousness in his voice, which made her think that if she didn't there would be consequences, so she forced herself to try and swallow what was in her mouth, feeling it slide down her throat in a disgusting way, making her gag. She swallowed most of it, though some dripped out of her mouth and down her chin. She pulled away as soon as he was done, coughing and wiping her mouth.

[Assistant] He moved his hands over to scoop up the bit of seed before he slipped his finger into her mouth. "Good. I bet it tasted nice didn't it?" He asked her before he pulled his finger back and then stood up. "I'm going to take you around the city today. So quickly get yourself dressed." He still had the boy clothes for her, he liked the way she looked in it. Brad himself soon began to get dressed.

[User] Of course, he wasn't going to let her miss even a drop of it, tasting the cum on his finger after he slipped it into her mouth. "No" Adeline said simply, wanting to get the taste of it out of her mouth. She should have tried to bite his finger off, but by the time that thought when through her head he had already taken it out of her mouth. When he said he was going to take her around the city she did perk up slightly, looking curious. It also meant there was a higher chance she would be seen by someone from the castle. Adeline didn't say anything but she got up and started to put the clothes he had given her on, still feeling stupid and manly in them but it was better than nothing.

[Assistant] Brad was quick with what he was doing, getting dressed before poking her to finish so they could leave. He led her outside the now rather quiet bar, it was barely morning and people were still asleep but shops were beginning to open with the rise of the sun. "So... I assume you're hungry and wanting to go some place to eat?" He said as he began to already walk her to a food place.

[User] She got dressed and then followed him out of the room and through the quiet bar, she guessed that everyone was in bed by now. Adeline normally would still be asleep at this hour after all. "I am hungry" she said, looking over at him as he led the way to what she assumed was a place to get something to eat. She was hungry, but food seemed particularly appealing to her because it meant getting the nasty taste of semen out of her mouth.

[Assistant]
"Good." He sat down with her at a table and ordered some stew for himself and her, suddenly wondering if he should have had her back at his place, then he could find ways to have her jerk him off into her food and make her drink it. He smirked, maybe he was getting overly sexual now.

"Still not looking happy do you?" Brad asked her. The waiter looked at Adeline strangely as if he knew her, well recognize her, as Adeline would have no doubt not known him.

[User] Adeline sat down with him, not knowing what he was thinking of course but he could go ahead and assume that she would be happier to be out of the room and be able to eat food that wasn't contaminated with his cum. She sat in silence, clearly unhappy, it didn't take a genius to see that. She looked at him, shaking her head "That shouldn't be a surprise, you haven't really given me many reasons to be happy" she said, glancing at the waiter for a moment as he looked at her with what seemed to be a spark of recognition. Quickly she looked away, hoping she was just seeing things and that the waiter didn't recognize her as the princess. She didn't want anyone to see her like this and realize who she was, she was ashamed of her appearance.

[Assistant]
"Oh come on... bedding you every night? You were too tense that's why, if you loosened yourself just a little bit you would love what I was doing to you." Brad smiled at her before moving over and stroking her face.

The waited not only recognized that she was the princess.. he was mouthy enough to walk up there and tell them that. "There's your soup sir." He said. "And it's an honor to meet you your highness." He said, handing her the stew as well. "Are you on some personal adventure here? Without the notice of your parents disguised as a commoner?" He asked.

[User]
Adeline moved her face away from him as he reached his hand out to stroke it "There is no way I could ever love that." she said angrily, feeling insulted that he would even suggest that. Her, loving the attention of some common criminal. That would never happen.

When the waiter walked over she made sure not to look at him, hoping he would just think he was seeing things and not say a word, but it didn't seem she was that lucky. He recognized her, calling her 'your highness' and asking what she was doing there. She turned to face him, not quite sure what to say. Did she tell the waiter that she had been kidnapped, to alert the guards and help her? She wanted to do that, but as much as she wanted to leave him she was still afraid of going back, too. It was hard to figure out what she wanted.

"Oh... umm... I suppose you could say that" she said, glancing at Brad for a moment, feeling afraid now. What would he do if he knew she was the princess? She should have told him at the beginning and maybe it would have scared him off from doing anything to her, but it was too late for that now. Would he kill her? Throw her body away and run off so that no one would know he had anything to do with it? If he let her go she could help them find him, if he kept her then he would be in even more danger.

[Assistant]
Brad looked at her, first thought the man was joking, but then he saw someone slip out of the place they were eating midway. Now why would he do that? If not to report what was happening here. Little did he know that the new of the missing princess had been spreading, he simply was too indulgent on Adeline to realize that.

But he was on full alert now, if she really was the princess... then he was as good as dead. Raping her? That was instant death without question. He needed to find a way, and he couldn't let her go. she needed to be a hostage. "We're going." He said as he grabbed the bread before pulling at Adeline. "To my place and we're backing up to leave."

Once outside he dragged her. "You wanted to kill me? Why didn't you tell me you were the princess?"