[User]
Chester Fogalbee had things good, rich parents who went out of town often and never complained bout the big parties he would often throw when they did, in his senior year he was one of the best athletes in his school, the star on more then one team, he could get just about any girl in school (he suspected even some of the teacher wouldn't turn him away, thou he had never pushed his luck on it) and he had collage scouts coming to a lot of his games. He was basically the guy most other guys wanted to be and it seamed his biggest problem was deciding which scholarship to accept.

He didn't even have to worry about his grades, being a star athlete he could leave most of his tests blank and the teachers still gave him a high enough grade to keep playing, not that he couldn't get good grades, he was plenty smart, cheese was actually one of the teams he was on, but he liked to party and between that and training he often didn't bother to study outside class. When the new, and very attractive, English teacher had assigned a book on the first day and said the test about it would be a third of there grade for the semester Chester had been to busy thinking what he would like to do to her to even take note of what the book was and hadn't worried about it.

When the test day came he still wasn't worried as he checked off random answers and left the essay portion blank. A few day latter when the tests were handed back he was outraged when he saw a big red F. It being the last class of the day he waited until class was over and most of the students had left to go up to the front "what the hell is this?" he practically yelled as he slammed the paper on the teachers desk.

[Assistant]
Isabel Simon knew she was more than lucky to get the transfer to one of the better schools in the county her second year of teaching, and to get the senior English Lit class she'd specifically wanted? It was unheard of. At twenty-two, she was barely older than the students, but she'd held her own in the interviews; she'd graduated high school a year early, passed all her exams with flying colors, and was doing impressively on the Masters she was halfway through earning at the county's request. That she was young was a strike against her, but not an insurmountable one, and apparently the fact that she was incredibly qualified had overshadowed it. While she was aware that she was conventionally pretty---she'd had more than one frat guy make comments about sexy librarians while working in the school's interlibrary loan office on her work/study---it didn't occur to her that looks could have anything to do with the job. You got what you got because you deserved it and you worked for it, plain and simple.

The same philosophy applied in her class room. At her last position, teaching Freshman English in the inner city, she'd failed almost twice as many students as the other teachers in similar positions, but she'd also spent three or four times as many hours after school, offering whatever help she could to give them the tools to succeed. She could appreciate effort even if paired with somewhat lacking ability, but what she couldn't deal with was clear ability and no effort whatsoever... which was exactly what the football player had given her. She'd been predisposed to dislike him on sight, just because she'd known boys like him when she was in school and had always found them entitled and tiresome, so she was careful to double check herself when grading his work or responding to him in class to make sure she was doing so fairly. She hadn't felt bad, though, when she'd given him exactly the grade he deserved, right at the bottom of her carefully calculated curve.

He slammed the paper on her desk, and she glanced up. "A student who needs to be mindful of his language and behaviors," she chastised mildly, giving him a pointed look before picking up the paper and looking over it. "If you're referring to this, it's your test. Don't worry, you aren't the only one who had trouble; 'The Tin Drum' is a really challenging book. I'm offering after-school sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays until 4 between now and the next test. I will consider offering some extra credit for attendance if your grade ends up on the line between two scores at the end of the grading period." She'd had the same conversation with a few other students who'd genuinely had difficulty with the complex metaphors, and congratulated herself on not calling him out on being an entitled jackass. Instead, she offered a professional smile as she stood, picking up her navy suit jacket from the back of her chair and sliding it back over her white blouse. It was her planning period next, after all.

[User] The teacher's calm response momentarily surprised Chester and for a fraction of a second it showed on his face before he realized she had probably been expecting his outburst and smiled "look, I know your new hear so I guess you haven't figured out how this works. I win this school games, to do that I spend more time training then most students do studying so I don't have time for homework, that includes reading your book which I read in middle school by the way. People around hear get pretty passionate about school sports so if you know what's good for you I suggest you bump that grade up at least high enough for me to keep playing."

[Assistant]
Isabel felt her shoulders tense, a snappy response on the tip of her tongue, but found herself smiling instead when he dismissively said he'd read it in middle school. She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? You read it in middle school? How very impressive; I don't believe any of my teachers in middle school would have believed I was ready for such graphic content. You must be very mature." She knew her expression had turned condescending, but she couldn't help it. She walked to the door, opening it, clearly indicating that he should leave.

"I understand that I'm new here, and it sounds like you have quite an impressive record. As Oskar would say, 'You know, Mr. Fogalbee, I prefer to regard myself as a member of the audience. I cultivate my little art in secret, far from all applause. But it gives me pleasure to applaud your accomplishments.' And I do. But sports are extracurricular, and to do the extracurricular, the curricular must come first. Now, if you'll excuse me, it's my planning period."

[User]
Chester scowled at the attractive teacher's condescending tone, knowing she didn't believe him. Then his smile returned as he turned to her desk and scanned his test "my teachers had nothing to do with it, we have two copies in our library at home, one a signed first edition." he said as he marked the correct answers to the first five questions, handed her the paper and added "and football isn't just extra curricular, it gives the school pride and a lot of people take it very seriously, so don't say I didn't worn you if you refuse to play along." as he walked out paying no attention to any reply she might give.

He could tell that little conversation wouldn't be enough to change her mind and a part of him was happy about that, as he had ideas of how to change it for her. It didn't take much to confirm that she lived alone and there was little chance of anyone noticing until Monday if she diapered Friday night and so he made his plans to grab her then.

[Assistant]
As Chester flounced out, Isabel was less concerned about flack in regards to her attitude towards football than she was flack for beating her student to death with his signed first edition; if he knew the answers to the questions, why didn't he just do it correctly in the first place?! And who in the hell were his parents, to let him read material like that at such a young age, if he was being truthful? There was no doubt that it was art, beautiful and political and deliciously written, but she'd had to fight tooth and nail to get it in her high school curriculum; it just wasn't at all appropriate for younger students. She could imagine his family, all money and no time or structure, letting him run rampant because they felt guilty for neglecting him. Well, everyone else might find it worth their while to appease him by giving him whatever he wanted; she did not. She would make him earn the grade in her class, just like everyone else, and she would be all the better for it.

Isabel kept coming back to their conversation throughout the week, especially when he didn't show up at her help session. She was frustrated with his attitude and with her handling of it; there had to be a way to get through to him. She'd called her mentor back home, who suggested she wait out another failing grade or two to let it sink in that she wasn't going to float him anything, then try again. She supposed that was what she would do, but dreaded the conversation with the football coach Monday afternoon after she submitted the grades for the first part of the term.

Still, she couldn't think about that now. She'd made it to Friday evening, staying at school until well after she should've eaten dinner to finish her grading; there was a Buffy marathon on over the weekend, and she knew once she went home she wouldn't get anything done. The evening air nipped at her legs---hose were little protection against everything the knee-length skirt of her conservative suit didn't cover---as she finally walked out of the school and through the nearly empty faculty lot, but she was otherwise untroubled; it was going to be a well-deserved, relaxing weekend.

[User]
The faculty lot was easily visible from the bleachers on the football field so after practice that night Chester sat and watched as each teacher came out to see who drove what. It was a long wait but his prey finally showed herself, one of the last to leave, she walked over to a navy blue four door sedan. When Friday came Chester rode the buss to school, a rare thing for him and if asked why he said his car was being detailed and he had someone picking him up after school. When the bell rang on the last class Chester walked down the street to a restaurant and ate a nice meal before returning to the school and walking around to the faculty lot. She couldn't have mad it much easier on him with where she parked, on the edge of the lot near the end of a row of tall bushes, he planted himself behind one and waited.

He was starting to wonder if she had found another way home when more then an hour after the rest of the lot had emptied she finally appeared. He waited until she got to her car and got her keys out then came out of the bushes and shot her in the back with a taser and kept shocking her until she passed out. When she stopped moving he checked to make sure she was still breathing then took her keys and unlocked the car, throwing her purse in the back seat before lifting her in after it. He then got in and drove the car to his house, parking it in the large garage.

He polled her out of the car and flinging her over his shoulder carried her thru the empty house (he had given the staff the weekend off) down to the basement and thru a secret doer he had found last year. It lead to a dungeon his parents had put in during there S&M faze but they apparently hadn't used it in years as it was covered in dust and cobwebs until he had cleaned it recently.

He undressed her down to her braw and panties and looked around the room, it was filled with all kinds of fun toys and he had been thinking about where to start even before she failed him. He decided on the frame, an extra wide doer frame with hooks all around it. He placed leather shackles on her wrists and ankles then lifted her up and connected each to the frame so she was standing with her legs spread and her arms out above her head. Once she was in position he took off his own clothes, put on a simple robe and pressed record on the several cameras positioned throughout the dungeon. He slapped her hard across the face to wake her up and as she came too he said with a wicked tone in his voice "hello miss Simon, I think we need to talk about my grade."

[Assistant]
Isabel had felt a sharp, burning sensation in her back as she neared her car, then... nothing. That is, until another pain---just as sudden, but not as sharp---exploded on the side of her head. She floated back into consciousness quickly, and was immediately aware that she was cool, uncomfortably so. It took only a fraction of a second longer to realize she was standing stretched in a most unnatural position---and send her eyes shooting wide open, to see the last person she'd ever have expected: Chester Fogalbee.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. This had to be a dream. She looked down at herself, stripped to the nice, lacy midnight blue bra and panty set on which she'd splurged for herself, arms high enough that she stood on tiptoe and still took an uncomfortable amount of weight on her wrists; this kind of thing didn't happen in real life. She wasn't sure why she was having a sex dream about her student, but she needed to snap out of it.

For a split second, she had herself convinced... until he spoke, with that familiar little smirky tone in his voice. She felt the beginnings of panic starting deep in her stomach, and squashed it, giving him her best stern expression instead. "Chester, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you need to let me down, now. They don't have football in prison."

[User] Chester's face distorted into an expression of mock fear as he said in a timid and questioning voice "prison?" then his face changed to a wicked grin and as he picked a knife up off the table behind him and walked over to her he said "if I'm going to prison I better make sure it was worth it." in a voice that matched his grin. He walked up and placed the knife to her throat, holding it there for a moment before tracing the blade down to one of the shoulder straps on her braw. He ran it back up her shoulder, sliding the dull side across her throat and continuing down the other side to cut the remaining strap. As he moved the blade down between her breasts he said "your wearing such nice underwear, did you get these to impress someone?" and yanked the knife out, cutting the braw between the cups and letting it fall to the ground.

[Assistant]
Oh, Isabel wanted to kick his smug little ass, she really did... and she might have tried, if only she could move her legs. As it was, they were already beginning to feel a vague, unpleasant ache from the position. Her eyes grew wide when he picked up a knife.

"Chester, no, whatever you're doing, it isn't worth it, don't---" She stopped speaking abruptly when he put the knife to her throat, trying to pull her head back and away from it. "Please," she whispered. She was almost glad when he moved the blade to her bra strap, though she didn't want her favorite lingerie ruined, and she definitely didn't want to be any more naked than she was now.

"We can forget this if you stop now, Chester," she offered as he cut through the first strap. She wouldn't, of course, but anything to get him to let her go. In moments, though, and with a smartass remark, the bra was off, and her perky C cups were before him. She tried to pull away, but it only made them wiggle, and she felt her cheeks flame. She didn't do casual nudity, she even went into a stall to change in the gym locker room; this was torturous.

[User]
"You must think I'm a real idiot." Chester said, laughing as he lightly traced the blade over the outline of Isabel's left areola. Cupping her right breast in his other hand he continued "nobody who seas that actually means it, least of all a bitch like you" as he spoke the last work he licked the nipple on the breast he was caressing before sucking it into his mouth.

As he sucked he moved the knife away from the nipple and ran his hands slowly down either side of her until they reached her panties. With his free hand he polled one side of them out so he could slip the knife under and cut it then moved to the other side. As he cut he polled them out from between his teacher's legs. Stepping back he held up what remained of her panties and examined them "Oh, these are quality, not cheap on a teachers salary I'd imagine." he said with a smile and a raised eyebrow before glancing down at her newly exposed crotch, pleasantly surprised that she was not clean shaven.

He sat the panties on the table behind him along with the knife and raised his hand to his chin considering his next move. He wanted to fuck her right then but he made himself wait, when he was thru she would beg him to fuck her but he knew that was still many steps away. He circled her once, rubbing his hand over her nice ass before slapping it and when he had come back to her front he slid his fingers over her slit, rubbing slowly up and down as he asked "Would I be your first?" sounding almost innocent if you ignored his evil grin.


[User]
Once the initial shock of his success wore off, Corey began to actually take in the appearance of the man in front of him. The clothes were strange, unlike anything he'd ever seen before, but the man himself was striking. The strange garb looked good on him, somehow making that intense aura hold even more presence, but those eyes scared him. It wasn't their color, the appearance didn't seem all that unnatural, but they communicated something that chilled Corey. The intent behind them seemed somehow sinister, and his excitement began to turn to nervousness under their gaze. When approached he fought a strong urge to back away.

When the book was placed back in his hand he lifted it, giving it a slight shake in the air as he spoke with a sheepish grin, "I uh, didn't realize this was a summoning spell... sorry to drag you from.. wherever..." He then opened it and began eyeing its pages, "At all..." He looked for any hint that this might be what would happen, flipping through the next several pages. If he didn't understand the book before, it may as well have been in another language now with all the energy fluttering through him. The words of Vroskit caught his attention.

"I guess I can be a little foolish." He spoke scratching his head, the euphoric foolhardy swiftly disappearing. He was beginning to seriously hope that summoning the man hadn't been a mistake. "I, um... yeah, a master, someone I can aid and learn from and be an apprentice to." He watched the other casually move about his home, tensing a little at the dust that was found, "Like a deal? To be honest I don't---" He looked around. The sentence he was about to say seemed ridiculously obvious given his living conditions, "You want me to do something for you? I can---probably... I'll try, just please say what you want from me, I need someone to learn from, so please!" He caught his ramble and paused, a sudden thought penetrating the surface of his mind, "I don't know how to send you back."

[Assistant]
Vroskit kept his polite smile as he let Corey ramble and allowed a dark chuckle when Corey said he didn't know how to send him back. He shook his head, amused, and returned his hand to his back to meet the other as he turned toward Corey and took a few slow steps to close the distance. He gently took the man's face in his gloved hands, tilting it this way and that, amusing himself as he fussed with the man's ticking life clock, which hovered unseen around every mortal's head. He considered taking away years from the man's lifetime, just for fun, but the hands ultimately returned to their original state and continued on with their slow circle over the face.

With a sigh, he removed his hands and drew a chair in a cloud of smoke, pulling it up to take a seat directly across from Corey. He let an ankle rest over the knee of his other leg and his hands rest folded on his lifted calf. "A deal," he spoke, his tone almost teasing. "Perhaps... an apprenticeship would be more... suited to you." He let the thought sink into the human's brain for a moment, then continued.

"You will do exactly as I say, Corey. Hesitation, mistakes, disobedience, and any show of disloyalty will have you severely punished." Of course, he wouldn't elaborate on what, exactly, he meant by 'punishment'. "Quite simply put, Corey, if I'm not happy with your performance in any way, you will be... reprimanded, according to my wishes. Do you accept?" His words were very final, giving the sense that Corey had one chance to show he was prepared to obey, and that there would be no turning back.

[User]
Corey breathed in sharply when he was approached, his eyes following Vroskit's with apprehension. His dull senses weren't aware of much, but something about the way he was being analyzed felt terribly unnerving. It was a true testament to his inabilities that he couldn't possibly conceive why. When released his shoulders relaxed and he breathed, though the uneasiness dissipated only slightly. But regardless of how Vroskit made him feel, a clear proposition was finally offered and Corey hung onto the summon's every word, his eyes lighting at the idea of an apprenticeship even to the frightening man before him.

Perhaps this would have been the point for some discretion. A moment for serious consideration and careful introspection was upon Corey, and he could not have had more trouble collecting his thoughts. His body shifted where it stood, the knowledge that saying yes could cause him to challenge his own morals floating about him, swirling around and generally refusing to let him settle. But his attraction to this world was not called obsessive for no reason, and in the end he was prepared to sacrifice just about anything for the knowledge and understanding he sought.

In a way he was like a pyromaniac without fire, hopelessly seduced by the power yet thoroughly unable to reconcile his need. That and he possessed a strong tendency to get burned whenever he tried. Nervously he steadied himself, his hands clasping together in front of him as if to anchor him to the spot, as well as his words. "I accept. I swear loyalty and absolute obedience if you would teach me the art of manipulating this world with magic." He didn't realize his breath had caught once he spoke the words, but he waited in frozen silence for a response, tension holding his lungs as they waited for any reply.

[Assistant]
Vroskit watched Corey for a few moments after his answer, then he laughed with amusement. "I see." There would be no physical contract or 'signing in blood' with this devil; a verbal agreement would suffice, and written things were an absolute bore and far too tedious for him to bother with.

He slipped a hand into the coat of his suit and produced a small, sturdy knife, no larger in either length nor width than his own slim index finger. He placed the knife on the table before him with a small hum, then sat back into the chair. It was time to test Corey, to see if he meant what he said. With a politely amused smile, he spoke. "Remove your right hand, Corey. At the wrist joint, please."

He expected hesitation, questioning, argument, and thus already had a little punishment lined up for his new... apprentice.

[User] Upon seeing the knife Corey became concerned, but held onto a firm denial that anything truly terrible would be asked of him. The words that followed made him blink, that same denial tested as gravely as the loyalty he had promised. "I... what?" He stared a moment after that, glancing back and forth between Vroskit and the knife before reaching forward and picking up the blade. His actions were slow, clearly waiting for indication that the request had not been genuine. It was about appearances, it had to be, and Corey believed that as long as he had expressed intention toward following orders he would earn the trust of the more powerful man. He paused as the blade touched his own skin, "I don't even think that's possible. A person can only do so much to themselves." He looked amused, but didn't feel this was remotely humorous.

[Assistant]
Vroskit's gaze softened as Corey took his time, and his pale lips parted to show his perfect teeth when the man paused, the tip of the blade pressed to his skin. He would, indeed, be punished for his insolence, and the prospect brought great joy to the suited devil.

"It's quite possible, I assure you," he hadn't looked away from the human's eyes since the knife had been grasped from the table. "I recommend you do it quickly, chap."

Slowly, Vroskit's gaze darkened and the room began to shrink around Corey. Invisible hands slid around the human's neck, applying pressure to his windpipe. A third hand firmly gripped Corey's shaft and a forth his sack through the fabric of his pants, both increasing the pressure threateningly, implying that those hands would soon become unbearably painful. And finally, a hand grasped his heart, fondling the muscle as its owner, Master Vroskit, pondered its flavor.

[User]
When the room changed Corey started to become genuinely fearful. He gasped when his body was suddenly assaulted, looking at the other with sudden desperation. His hands flailed and grasped at what held him while he made the rather incoherent sounds of fear and shock. This no longer felt an idol threat. His breath shuddered under the grip of hands that came seemingly from nothingness and Corey's eyes were wide with fear as he attempted to speak, "please..." How could one expect him to cut off his own hand? The very prospect was ridiculous and yet the threat of far worse was now being lingered over him.

Uncomfortable awkward and very afraid he pressed the knife in, but only slightly, drawing the littlest bit of blood before his hands dropped in defeat. There was no way he could ever do this, and yet he could feel his heart pounding into the hand that gripped it. "Can't..." With his throat constricted he could barely make a sound. His eyes closed and his grip tightened around the knife, the word please mouthed in silent repetition.

[Assistant]
Vroskit laughed darkly; he could tell his new toy would be amazingly amusing for some time. The hands continued their molesting, and though the pain and fear would become insufferable, Corey would find himself still completely conscious and aware of his surroundings. Numbness, fainting, and death were not escapes Corey had available to him. Vroskit forced Corey to watch the knife as his own hand drove it slowly deeper, pressing skillfully between bone and joint to pry the fleshy tool from limb. Despite screams and pleading, the human was unable to move on his own. The hand being severed twitched and spasmed as nerved and tendons were hit and cut. Blood spilled and dripped from the edges of the table, though Corey would feel no end coming to him. Even the haze of panic was lifted so he could fully and completely experience the loss.

When the limb was finally free and lying only inches from it's wrist, Corey would spike the knife into the table, stand, and make his way to the fireplace. Still leaking blood from the fresh wound was unacceptable. He knelt and held the limb's stub in the flames, letting the flesh cook and cauterize. Only once the blood had stopped and the muscle, skin, and bone had blankened did he pull the arm back, and Corey was granted control over himself. The hands, however, did not stop.

Vroskit's amusement only continued to rise as he stepped closer. He crouched behind Corey, his own, fleshy hand reaching to fondle the shape of the human's ass, the ghost hands abusing Corey's groin just slightly more intent on pleasuring him than hurting him.

"I thought you'd agreed not to hesitate, Corey. To obey me without question. Now, you have lost a hand. I would very much appreciate an apology, Corey." He pressed a firm finger between Corey's cheeks to prove just what he was implying. "If it's proper and passionate enough, perhaps I'll consider returning that precious appendage."

[User]
Corey was afraid he'd be killed, that the mysterious grip taking hold of him would squeeze the life from his body and he'd endure a particularly humiliating death. What should have been dizziness was swiftly being overrun by pain, his diaphragm yanking from his throat as the grip tightened and what little breath he could manage closed. Corey couldn't imagine enduring anything worse in his life, until his own hands began moving of their own accord.

Damp eyes that should have long since closed in asphyxiation witnessed the knife begin to carve into his own flesh. "No!" He choked out the word as he mustered every ounce of strength and will to stop, yet not one inch of him seemed to listen. He tried to argue, muttering many words repeatedly in an attempt to beg Vroskit to end this, but soon words were no longer possible. Corey couldn't stop or look away as pain pierced his consciousness and ravaged his sanity. Screams penetrated every room of the house and rang out sharply into the surrounding wood. He witnessed with cruel sobriety every twitch of muscle and gush of blood as he vividly felt the division of flesh and bone, the sudden snap of each tendon as it retreated into his arm.

Finally the last bit of flesh was separated and his hand dropped onto the table. There was no escape or denial---he simply couldn't remove his mind from what was happening---his hand was gone. He would never be able to put into words the sheer horror that fact instilled within him. He experienced it in full force; Corey had just cut off his own hand. He hoped foolishly that the ordeal might be over now that the goal had been achieved, but he felt his remaining hand direct the knife into the table and his legs carry him to the burning hearth, blood dripping and trailing the entire way. Corey would have been shaking his head, begging for an end to this, but with a grimace his arm touched the flame and a miserable sound emerged. If the agony didn't turn his stomach, the smell certainly did. Once the bleeding stopped and he regained control he cradled the wounded arm as his body shuddered uncontrollably and he prayed for this torture to end.

But those invisible hands began to molest him with more pleasurable intent. It disgusted him. How, after all of this, could he possibly be expected to perform? For the first time he looked at Vroskit with eyes that portrayed the level of fear the powerful man deserved, and Corey finally understood that he had made a horrendous mistake in summoning him. Yet he'd agreed to follow every whim and now he was bound to that promise. Now he was expected to pleasure the monster. It may have been Corey's greatest wish to tell Vroskit any and all manner of curses, but he had just learned a rather extreme lesson in obedience and he didn't care to learn twice. The mention of returning his hand caused him to look at the other in hope, and mustering all conviction, setting aside all remnants of pride, he wiped the wetness from his cheeks and nodded. His one shaking hand fidgeted with the ties of his pants, his face hovering hesitantly near the man who had knelt down to molest him. His voice was gone, the nature of his words audible as mere air and rasp, "Sorry..." Speaking only made it more difficult to maintain composure, and he had to force himself to keep going, "I'll apologize..." He was out of words but his hand was already attempting to lower his pants in spite of his horrified expression.

[Assistant]
Vroskit grinned as Corey finally complied. "So eager to be taken..." he teased cruelly, "No, I'm more interested in your mouth, Corey. You haven't earned my cock's pleasure in your ass." He laughed, still fondling the tense, sensitive ring of the human's backside, despite his new instructions. He couldn't deny the pleasure of seeing such a physically strong man so easily brought to his knees, and the idea of breaking him further by making him bring his new Master pleasure was extremely exciting. Still, his own length remained soft behind the cloth of his pants. He was very old and had certainly seen his share of sexually arousing sights, so something as simple as Corey's predicament wouldn't quite bring him to mast.

He stood and moved to the chair he'd brought from shadow, grabbing it's back and moving it to the very farthest wall of the room. He turned it and sat casually, facing Corey. He amused himself with ideas, selecting a new punishment, should Corey fail to properly apologize. He smiled politely, the darkness lingering heavily in his lidded eyes.

"Crawl to me," he spoke, "Prove to me that you know your place, dog." He chuckled, imagining his 'apprentice' with a nice, wide collar and a tag with his name on it. "You're going to have to earn your training. Remember that." He shifted his hips forward on his seat, spreading his knees to give Corey full access. He kept his hands on his thighs, gloved fingers within easy reach of Corey's neck and hair, should he decide to praise him or coax him along.

[User]
Eager. Corey was eager to throw the bastard straight into that fireplace and be done with the whole thing, but he didn't exactly hold the power in this situation. There never was potential for him to get pleasure out of this, that he knew for certain. Now Vroskit was demanding Corey blow him. When the chair was moved away he watched dismally, the prospect of having to traverse the room intimidating at best. But he complied, his damaged limb held close as he awkwardly pressed forward, his body shaking weakly the entire way. It was difficult to crawl, partly because he had just lost his hand and partly due to the ones he couldn't see constantly toying with and squeezing at his cock and balls. The action was slow, careful, and the whole time Corey stared intently at the floor, painfully aware of the drips of blood that stained his knees as he crawled.

When finally he arrived he took a moment to breath before daring to look up. The way those cruel eyes looked at him were terrifying. He avoided them as much as possible. Finally Corey's one hand dared to touch the fine, unfamiliar fabric of the suit. It was held together in a manner unfamiliar to him, and while he'd seen a button plenty of times the metal tab beneath it was completely foreign. Not knowing what else to do his fingers closed upon the tab and pulled, realizing that he was damn lucky it worked because he did not have the mental capacity to figure anything out right now. He revealed the cock beneath, and after a few touches with his fingers resolved that he'd have to try his mouth. Corey looked up only briefly, regretting it right away, and began his attempt at tonguing Vroskit out of flaccidity. He was in complete disbelief at his own actions, but fear was a powerful thing. His efforts may not have been at their fullest, but he was trying, and that was shocking enough.

[Assistant]
Vroskit watched Corey crawl toward him with great amusement. He wouldn't move, not even a small shift, as he anticipated Corey's actions. He was a little surprised, though pleased to find the human was learning quickly; perhaps he'd make a decent apprentice, after all.

He hummed his approval as the man touched and mouth his cock. The appendage was slow to wake, though it was already becoming clear just how inhuman this man's body was. As his cock began to grow by way of Corey's attentions, it's shape slowly changed. As skin tightened to accommodate the growing mass, rolling ridges formed along the shaft near the base, the contours gradually separating into defined nubs toward the head, and the head itself was seamless with the shaft's girth, meaning each of the small masses would be felt clearly, and not a single node passed over thanks to an oversized ridge.

The entire process of his growing dick was painfully slow, requiring lots of attention, and a good fifteen minutes of Corey's time. He used his hands to direct Corey away from swallowing the mass---or attempting to---enjoying the small pleasures, for the moment. He would, however, guide Corey to lap at the thin slit every time it produced a drop of precum. The liquid was made to entice, the taste phenomenal and based entirely on the taster's flavor preferences. His cum was exactly was Corey craved, and each little drop would send the tiniest pang of arousal straight to Corey's groin.

"How does it taste?" Vroskit asked when he finally felt his member was full to his liking, it's mass measuring a good nine inches and nearly three in diameter. "Do you want to stop?" His inquiry by no means indicated his wishes would be met, but he was curious to hear his new apprentice's desires, especially after tasting something so marvelously delicious.

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It was frustrating for his work to take so long when every minute that passed by panic subsided and shame ravaged his consciousness. Reality was closing back in on Corey while his tongue worked the other man into arousal. Pain was a constant distraction, and exhaustion was swiftly beginning to accompany it. He wanted to take the whole thing in his mouth, as he believed it would have sped up the process greatly, but he wasn't allowed. He was forced to merely tease, completely aware that Vroskit was drawing the experience out.

As the cock he was trying to arouse rose slowly he noticed its textures, the various details of shape emerging and hardening as well over time. The ridges were interesting to put his tongue over, but the shape proved one thing to Corey, the thing he had summoned was definitely not human. No wonder the power was so extreme, the man himself so cruel. Looking at the hardening piece with perplexion Corey fought the urge to ask just what he'd let out.

He licked at every inch, his tongue attending every strange detail of shape until he finally tongued the wet tip. All at once his curiosity found its way to the back of his mind. Instead he focused on the flavor. It was remarkable, unlike anything he'd ever tasted, and even the pain and fear he felt seemed to pale in comparison to how incredible this tasted. If his work had been lazy before every drop of precum he swallowed inspired his efforts, hints of arousal beginning to emerge despite himself.

The words that followed pulled him out of what felt like a frenzied haze of the tongue, the succulent flavor having pulled his mind into what felt like an abyss of arousal. Corey noticed for the first time just how big the inhuman man was, suddenly grateful that his new master didn't currently plan on penetrating him. The word "Good" emerged as a hoarse whisper. The question that followed caught him off guard. Was Vroskit taking pity on him? His attention turned to his stinging wrist where pain pulsated cruelly. The man did not know pity. But it was strange how torn Corey found himself. Hate shame and terror were rampant within him, yet he wanted to taste that remarkable flavor. He craved it, but the other emotions and sensations were still in a rather extreme state and with a nervous expression he nodded, attempting to speak through his broken voice, "If you would allow it." Yet somehow there was a pang of regret in his words, and when he looked at the cock before him he witnessed the wetness that had again developed there. He wanted to taste it again but controlled the temptation, despising both his desire and himself.

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Vroskit chuckled. "Your eyes betray you," he spoke quietly, leaning forward to touch Corey's hair far too gently for such a terrible being. He could see the lust and the desire, it made his devious grin widen just a tad more. "Or is it, perhaps, that you'd rather my cock was inside you?" The hands fondling Corey's lower regions rather suddenly moved to press against the human's opening. Clothing or not, the finger poked and prodded until it's slender form moved past the sensitive ring and pushed on to the last knuckle. It turned inside him until it could pet at the tender nerve bundle, teasing the poor man.

Vroskit hummed consideringly. "It's so hard to tell with you," he lied casually. "You seem to love my taste... but you're so eager."

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Corey shuddered at the soft caress, turning away as if shielding his eyes would just make everything stop. But those hands toyed with him still. At the mention of being penetrated his eyes widened with fear. He looked up at the powerful man with a pleading expression, one that faltered quickly at the sudden change of invisible attentions. At first he jerked in surprise, his body tensing at the unwelcome sensation, but Corey's discomfort turned into shocking ecstasy when a certain spot was hit and his voice moaned out with uncontrollable pleasure.

But it was not welcome. He gathered his resolve and forced himself to speak, "I just! Hnn... I just want..." He lifted the blackened flesh, presenting it to Vroskit while his one hand clutched at fine fabric, "I want out!" Once he spoke he leveled himself, honing his shivering voice with apprehensive determination, "of all of it..." He had a feeling this wasn't going to work, but he had to at least try.  This was all too much for him. Learning magic wasn't worth this twisted fucked up nightmare. However the strength of his posture didn't last long and soon he was leaning into Vroskit's lap once more, his voice thoroughly betraying his words.


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Erik licked his lips, sniffing at the air, catching the aroma of alcohol and perfume as he approached the poor lost little lamb. A soft growl of desire rose in his throat as he slid up silently from the trees, almost appearing out of nowhere next to the young 'woman'. He smirked as he moved close, his powerful, musky, masculine aroma filling her nostrils as he gave a fanged smile, his canines seeming incredibly sharp.

"Hello my dear. Lost? It's not safe for a young lady to be out wandering alone in this part of town." He said gently, warmth radiating from his body.

He was tall, well over six feet, and broad shouldered. His dark brown hair hung just past his shoulders, curling slightly, and his emerald eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight. He was broad shouldered, and a bit scruffy looking, his jawline showing that he hadn't shaved in some time. He was dressed in a black, short-sleeved button-up shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, showing his muscular, athletic form, with a hint of some tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his shirt. Boldly, he slid a powerful hand around 'her' hips and pulled the young woman close. "Do you live nearby? I could walk you there." He offered with a smile.

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Even if the footfalls of his stealthy observer weren't ghostly silent, it was likely that Kei wouldn't have heard anything less than an elephant approaching. His focus slipped always---one moment looking along the barley-trodden path leading through the forest, another glancing aimlessly through the trees as if hoping some beacon would light to show him the right way to go. A soft groan echoed between his lips as he lifted a hand to brush manicured nails through long dark hair as his anxiety clawed at the alcohol-numbing effects on his mind. Things would be alright. He'd find his way... somehow.

Kei jumped quite suddenly as the words came as if from nowhere, stopping and turning sharply towards the sound of the deep masculine tones, the powerful aroma of the man washing over and taking his senses completely. "Ahh... I... ahh..." He stuttered softly, unable to find words to properly voice his desire to be out of the cold. Being close to the stranger was more than pleasant anyway---he radiated warmth, strength, and Kei couldn't help but lean into him.

"I... I'm a little lost..." Kei admitted quietly, his hips jutting to the side to draw focus to the elegant curve and the shortness of the skirt that brushed his upper thighs. As the man's arm reached forward to suddenly wrap around his hip he gasped softly, staggering forward a little until he bumped gently against the powerful chest, his hands lifting to rest upon the muscle covered beneath the black shirt. "Oh... are you... my savior...?" He giggled quietly, leaning fully into the man's secure hold.

"Mm... my home is... ahh..." He paused and looked around slowly, biting his glossed lip. "I think... that way...?" He pointed in a vague direction, smiling and arching his head to nuzzle deeply into the stranger's shoulder to inhale that alluring masculine smell. "You'll... help me get home... right...?"

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Erik chuckled at the obscene behavior, the little drunken slut rubbing against him, delicate fingers caressing his hard muscle through his shirt, hips cocked to show off smooth, pale thighs under that tiny skirt. His hand slid lower, caressing that soft thigh, and he had to suppress a groan of desire at how good that skin felt. His hand slipped upwards, under that tiny skirt, to caress 'her' tight little rear, giving it a light squeeze before his hand returned to that curvy hip, supporting the tipsy little whore against him. When he looked down in to those hazy, submissive eyes, he had to smirk, licking his lips hungrily as he saw Kei bite his plump lip. Yes, those lips were definitely made for kissing, among other things. "Of course. I'll take very good care of you." He assure, his voice a hungry growl.

His grip was tight and controlling as he led Kei off in to the woods, supporting him as they made their way through the trees until the poor boy was completely lost and disoriented. They emerged from the woods some time later in a part of town that Kei wouldn't be able to identify, and a dizzying trip through side-streets and alleyways would leave their journey a blur, until his drunken form was being deposited on a soft couch. He was in what looked like a spacious living room in an apartment, the windows looking out over the city and night, lights gleaming in the distance. Warehouses were visible, and it seemed they were quite far from the downtown district. The apartment itself was moderately well furnished, the furniture old and worn but comfortable. Two large couches and a few seats were gathered around a large television in the living room, and Erik was busy in the kitchen, returning after a moment with a glass of water.

"Here. My place was much closer, and you don't seem to be in any condition to give directions. You'll stay with me tonight." He said. It was not a request, his voice firm and commanding.

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Kei groaned softly as the hand drifted down from his hip to touch over a creamy thigh, the usual weariness at the reaction to his actual gender gone thanks to the alcohol that effectively washed away his usual sense to at least put some distance between himself and whoever he'd decided to play with. It seemed now that he found himself the plaything, and didn't have the will to resist it. "Mmm..." He shivered as that hand drifted to the curve of his ass, rocking back wantonly into the touch with a heated moan, his exploits in the club already having him rather hot and bothered.

He sighed softly with a limp nod as he was assured that he would be taken care of, his body flush against Erik's as the dominating arm held him tightly, giving him no option to escape even if he'd wanted to. "Nngh... okay..." Kei smiled and allowed himself to be steered through the maze of trees. He had no idea where he was going as the darkness made it almost impossible for him to see---he simply clung against his guide until they exited the forest and moved along an unfamiliar path of sidestreets.

"Where...? Hmm... I don't..." He could barely speak his protests and soon found himself laid down upon a couch, blinking up blearily into the ceiling. In the man's house seemed nicer than outside and so he didn't complain, looking up as the water was offered. His skirt had raised as he laid down, almost revealing the bulge in black silk underwear, a hand lifting to vaguely grasp for the water before being left to flop back down.

"Mm... thanks... I will..." He nodded and turned his head to one side, his eyes slipping closed. "Just... sleep a little... thanks..." It seemed he had every intention of sleeping off his drunkenness as his body relaxed, not quite asleep but obvious relaxed.

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Erik smirked as he watched the little whore relax, that skirt riding up deliciously high, exposing so much creamy, pale skin that he nearly lost control right then and there. A predatory growl escaped his throat as he leaned in, inhaling the delicious scent of his prey, that perfume and alcohol, a pleasantly arousing mixture. Erik's hands were warm and rough, and one came to rest on that bare thigh, caressing it slowly, sliding upwards, fingers just teasing under that skirt and he nipped at Kei's ear lobe softly, then nibbled down that slender throat before coming to a stop, his lips hovering just over the younger man's. "Sleep? Oh, I don't think it's time for that yet. You have to earn your keep first." He growled softly.

Abruptly, he leaned in, kissing the 'girl', sealing his lips hungrily to hers, devouring those soft, plump painted lips. They were soft, inviting, sweet and delicious, and his wet, hungry tongue forced it's way in to Kei's mouth, drinking in the sweet taste as he dominated the other man's mouth. His rough hand slid under the skirt, caressing those silk panties, grabbing the boy's rear firmly, giving it a very rough, very possessive squeeze, easily dominating that slender young body, his masculine scent overpowering the boy's reason.

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Kei should have expected something to go wrong, should have known that of course he would be taken advantage of, but as it was he simply laid on the couch, his eyes opening groggily as Erik moved closer to him. "Mmn... ahh..." He squirmed beneath the overpowering presence that lingered above him as the hand rested upon his thigh to slide upwards and just brush under his skirt. Dangerously close to discovering his hardened length beneath the silk. A sharp gasp echoed between his lips as the teeth nipped at his earlobe, moving to his throat where he tilted his head back to expose more pale skin for the taking, his breath echoing somewhat heavier.

"E-Earn...?" The boy blinked slowly and tilted his head before suddenly lips pressed firmly against his own, the flood of sensation and sleek overpowering everything else as he moaned helplessly and tilted his head upward, arms lifting weakly to drape over powerful shoulders and gently grip the man's dark hair. It felt so good---too good---and Kei sucked gently upon the tongue that forced its way between his lips as simultaneously the hand lifted higher to firmly squeeze his ass.

He shuddered deeply and unconsciously rocked his hips up into the heat above him, thoughtlessly rubbing the noticeable bulge over the front of Erik's pants in the process and spreading his thighs that little bit more. He couldn't deny the man above him; too much alcohol, too much heat, and the smell was something different... Kei was helpless.

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"Mmm..." Eric groaned, finally breaking off the kiss. Gleaming, sticky strands of saliva connected their lips, and the older man licked them up hungrily, smirking down at the girl. "You taste delicious... I knew you were a slut the minute I saw you. The way you dress, the way you walk, the way you act..." He taunted the younger boy, nipping his lower lip sharply. "A whore like you needs a firm hand. You need to be put in your place. Claimed." He growled. "But don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

Giving that perfect ass another firm squeeze, he pressed his hips forward, grinding against the eager little slut, until he paused at the strange sensation. Frowning, he shoved the boy down, then reached down to push that skirt up over his hips, revealing that hard bulge in the sexy silk panties. His eyes narrowed and he growled harshly, baring sharp teeth in disapproval. His hand went down, tugging the panties down, gripping that hard cock in his warm, rough grip, giving it an almost painful squeeze.

"Well well... what the fuck is this?" He growled, "Seems like you're more of a depraved little whore than I would have guessed. Got a little secret do you? When were you going to tell me about this?" He snarled, giving that hard cock another firm squeeze.

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As the kiss broke, Kei gasped sharply and trembled in delight, running his tongue over his lips with a low groan, struggling to catch his breath once again after having it forcibly stolen from him."Ahh... y-yes... a slut... I'm a... a slut..." He repeated quietly, breathlessly as his eyes closed against the sharp bite to his lower lip, a low purr echoing through his throat at the degrading comments. He loved it all and he blushed deeply at the desire to claim him, lightly biting his lower lip.

"I... wait... I don't..." He shook his head finally, protesting the idea of actually giving himself to the stranger. Kei was a tease, a tormentor who showed off his body despite never giving it away. Whatever he looks might suggest, he was certainly a virgin and whimpered faintly as he felt hips press down dominantly into his own. Then, suddenly, came the pause as Erik seemed to feel the bulge and frowned, leaving Kei to whine loudly as his skirt was pushed upward.

He cried out sharply and jerked his hips upward as the hand squeezed his now freed cock, toes curling as a slight pain ran through the sensitive flesh that already leaked precum into the hot fingers. "I... ahh... I'm sorry..." Apologizing seemed like the right thing to do as he writhed and moaned in pleasure despite himself, shaking his head quickly. "I... I don't want... stop..." A hand lifted to grip weakly at Erik's wrist, the speed of the situation swiftly catching up to his hazed mind.


[User] Duvana soon found herself face down on the floor in a well furnished, luxurious room. Her body was bruised in a dozen different places, hands and arms caked with cracked dried blood. Her eyes were surrounded by dark circles and one side of her face was slightly swollen. The girl's lower lip was split and her tongue swollen from her desperate thirst and she barely seemed to have the strength left to keep her eyes open. She hardly seemed like a warrior impressive enough to have killed a highly skilled member of the guild. "Water?" she croaked in a quiet, broken voice.

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The men dropped her and moved back to stand guard at the door. Kitsune was not too worried, she wasn't foolish enough to take this one for granted. Men had never held much interest to Kitsune, women on the other hand...

Kitsune looked down at the bruised and broken seeing woman. She doubt that she had been lied too, three days without any sustenance could do this to anyone. She smiled softly as she looked down at the slave, inspecting her softly. It was possible that she had gotten lucky, merely caught both men off-guard. Kitsune was curious to find out, or if Duvana was a capable fighter.

"You must be thirsty. Poor thing." She smiled, moving some of her long black hair from her face. "You caused a lot of havoc. Though they were perhaps a bit harsh." She motioned over to one of the guards. He walked over to a barrel, filling a bowl with water. Cautiously he approached, putting the bowl of water on the floor in front of Duvana.

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Duvana's eyes opened wider at the clink of the bowl against the floor. Immediately Duvana reached out for it, making slow jerky movements. Once her fingers touched the edge of the bowl she started to drag it towards herself, her breathing started to come faster, as excitement began to lend her battered body new strength. She lifted her head slightly off the floor, and half tipped the bowl to drink from it, half lapped at it like an animal. As much ended up on the floor as in her but it felt glorious as it went down her throat. Almost as quickly as she started to drink the bowl was disappointingly empty, she felt like she could drink that entire barrel of water dry. Even better she wanted to dive into it, soak up every drop like a rag...

Her fantasies came to a quick end when her stomach started to cramp from the sudden infusion of cold water. She curled up tightly, her hands clenching her belly and her eyes squeezed shut until the wave of pain passed. Her body relaxed and she raised her head again to look at the woman who had spoken to her a moment before.

"Th-thank you. Who are you?" Duvana asked, ignoring the woman's comments. As far as she were concerned those men got what they deserved. They kept her imprisoned, used her against her will, so she killed them, and felt no remorse for it. Save for the fact that it had landed her in the dungeons, severely mistreated, and nearly left to die. Whether that would still be her fate she was no longer sure. "May... may I have more?"

She looked the woman over again, noticing her elegance, the way she carried herself, the way the guards showed her every deference, and Duvana realized this woman must be someone of some importance, "Mistress." She added after a moment's delay.

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Kitsune watched silently, fanning herself slowly. She let Duvana drink. She doubt that this act would give utter loyalty but Kitsune was eager to see what Duvana would do. "I am Kitsune but Mistress will do. And you. You are Duvana, am I right? You've caused quite the commotion. Two men dead. Most impressive. Not many slaves would kill so willingly."

She studied the other woman silently then nodded. "You may." She gestured toward the barrel, intending for Duvana to get it herself. The guard took a step back. Both of them looked nervous. They should be.

"After you drink, you will be bathed. I will not have an unwashed scruff in my service." No choice was given. Would the slave rebel? Kitsune watched her, studying every move, looking for any sudden muscle movement.

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Duvana stared at the woman for a moment and nodded, "My name is Duvana." She answered slowly. She was still weak and getting to her feet was a struggle, she nearly toppled over twice but managed to hold herself to only a stagger. Bowl in hand she made her way to the barrel, sinking back to her knees against the wooden container while she reached over the top to fill the bowl and drink deeply, then once more.

She shifted, lowering herself to the ground and turning, her back resting against the barrel, bowl still in hand but sitting on the floor along side her. She considered the woman again, meeting her gaze and then looking at the pair of men before returning her gaze to Kitsune. Now that her thirst was sated she was less inclined to act subservient. "What they would or not do does not concern me. I am no slave, Kitsune."

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Kitsune sat there, watching the woman force her way to the water. Impressive, she was strong of spirit. It made Kitsune want her all the more. Beauty, strength and willpower. At least one of those needed to be broken in.

"That is were you are wrong my beauty. You are a slave and you will be my slave. Now, undress so I can see you. Then we will bath you. Or rather, I will." She smirked softly. Both men stepped a bit closer. Kitsune waited and watched.

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Duvana scowled at the other woman, making no move to undress for her. "I am no slave," she announced, stirring the guards into action. They approached her, a healthy respect in their movements, with the pair fanning out, to approach her be either side. Duvana made no movement, only remained staring at the woman, Kitsune with defiance in her eyes. The guards seized her arms, hauled her to her feet, then still finding no fight in her, one let go, moving to tear the clothing from her body.

Duvana, though still weak from her time in the dungeon did not hesitate. She turned towards the man holding her arm, and stepped towards him, bringing her knee in a swift move to connect with his groin. The man howled in pain and outrage, dropping to his knees. The one behind her had just grabbed hold of the remains of her top, and her movement tore it away, revealing her small, but rather perfect young breasts. Duvana spun bring up her arm in a wide swing. The man surprised by the sudden movements of the girl and the quick collapse of his partner seemed momentarily stunned. Before he could do more than drop the torn rags in his hand the stone bowl Duvana still held connected with his jaw. There was a loud crack and a shattering of bone as his jaw broke along with the bowl, dropping him.

Her moves were impressive if unrefined, she had clearly spent much time training as a warrior though in many ways her talent was still raw. She turned towards Kitsune, "I am no slave," she repeated.

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A smile broke across Kitsune's face as Duvana dropped both men. They had moved without orders and deserved everything they received. "You should finish them off. Just in case they get back up." She slowly stood up moving slowly forward. Her fan fluttered though Duvana might notice that it seemed heavier than a normal fan.

"I think you are. I think you need someone to control you in your life. Something to live for. Someone trained you, did they not? But why? For what purpose? You need a firm hand... and you will learn to thank me for it. You will be cared for, clothed in the best. But first, you will learn to obey."

Kitsune approached her, trying to appear as non-threatening as she could. "Now you will follow me." She reached out, attempting to caress Duvana's cheek. If Duvana lashed out, she would be in for a surprise.

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Duvana took a step back from Kitsune, as the woman moved towards her. She glanced down at the men she'd felled at the older woman's words. She wanted her own men killed? She could feel her body trembling with exhaustion, hunger, and the adrenaline the coursed through her from that brief fight. The men were no real threat, one held his broken jaw, the other was on his back, hands clutching his crotch, though it would not be long before he stood again.

Still the woman was now just a few feet away, and Duvana turned her attention back to the woman, taking another hesitant step back. Her blue eyes fixed on Kitsune's exotic, green eyes. When the woman reached out to touch her, Duvana reacted instinctively, moving to slap the offending hand away before it could reach her...

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With the speed of a serpent, Kitsune grabbed the other girl's hand. She twisted Duvana's wrist towards her, forcing the other girl to her knees. At the first sign of resistance or fight, Kitsune pivoted her foot and delivered a sharp kick to Duvana's solar plexus. Kitsune smirked softly as she lowered herself to one knee which resulted in Duvana being forced onto the floor... unless she wanted a broken wrist.

"Now. Once you recover your breath, we'll try this again. And if you wish to keep fighting me, I'll chain you up and have our men hose you down like an animal. Then I'll let them scrub you clean. I would rather not do this. I do hate when others, especially men, touch my things." Kitsune let go and stood up, fixing her kimono. She slid her war fan into the sash that kept her kimono closed. "Get up."

[User] Duvana looked up from her place on the floor. She couldn't believe anyone could move that fast, yet this woman had. While she fought for breath she had no choice but to listen to Kitsune. She had no desire to be bathed by this woman, but the idea of being given to a group of men... she knew what would happen then, with that she'd had plenty of experience. She rubbed her injured wrist and glanced up Slowly, Duvana rose to her feet and stared at Kitsune, this time her look lacked the defiance of before, that had been replaced by something else... fear. "Yes, Mistress," she answered sullenly.

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Kitsune smirked as she saw the fear in Duvana's eyes. She turned and walked back into her room. She brushed aside a silk curtain and motioned inside. "Come my dear."

Inside was a rather gorgeous bathroom. The bathtub was all ready full of hot water, waiting for an occupant. It could easily fit two people. Kitsune waited for Duvana to enter, keeping an eye on her. "Don't be so sulky. You are a good martial artist though you do lack some control. Undress and we will discuss."

Kitsune waited for Duvana to undress. She undid the sash around her waist. The kimono slipped open, exposing Kitsune's ivory pale skin to Duvana. Her breasts were small but firm, her body tone from the training of the guild. "I wish to train you. Not just as a slave, but an assassin. You would have freedom of a sort... the only person you would need to obey is myself."

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Duvana followed behind the older woman, then at her command undid the last vestiges of her clothing, letting them fall in a pool around her feet. With the last bit of her modesty gone, the extent of the punishment Duvana had taken could be seen. There was little on her body that did not show some mark of having been abused. While Kitsune undressed, Duvana's eyes roamed the woman's body. Her body seemed, nearly perfect, and she could not help but be envious of the other woman, even though she herself was very well formed.

"Train me?" Duvana repeated though she could scarcely believe it. She half turned away, looking at the steaming water in the tub. "Why me? I killed the last one of you who wanted to own me. I thought you would leave me to die in those dungeons... what makes you think I won't kill you?"

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Kitsune stepped out of her kimono which pooled at her feet. She stepped closer, almost touching her. "Oh you won't. I'm going to give you something to live for. In fact, killing me will be far from your mind. Pleasing me will be your first thought." Her fingers gently ran over Duvana's body, feeling the marks. "Now. Into the bath."

Kitsune waited to see if she would obey. Her plan was simple, Duvana would be locked in an endless need for pleasure. Pleasure that only Kitsune could supply. This would leave Duvana easy to please. Her life would be given focus. Kitsune couldn't think of a more beautiful specimen.

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Duvana let out a little sigh when Kitsune's fingers touched her, her eyes half closed. After the torture and then being left to rot, the touch of this mysterious woman felt electric, even if it only lasted a moment or two. Her eyes opened again with the command, and though she hesitated, she complied wordlessly. Holding onto the edge to keep herself from falling she stepped into the water. It felt good against her skin, yet it burned for a moment against the many small half-healed cuts and bruises on her body. She winced as she lowered herself deeper into the water, immersing herself more deeply.

"You didn't answer my question. Why do you want me?" Duvana asked again, her tone somewhat more demanding.

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Kitsune watched as Duvana sunk into the water. Kitsune smiled and slowly slid herself into the water. She leaned back, watching Duvana. "You have much potential. You have a natural ability to fight. I am going to refine it." She smirked softly and reached over to grab a sponge. "Turn around."

She swam over and gently started to scrub Duvana's slender back. She couldn't resist the urge to plant a soft kiss on the other girl's shoulder. "You will be no common slave. You will be a work of art." Her fingers explored Duvana's curves. "Don't be fooled though. It will be painful and frustrating at times. I do not tolerate any disobedience. But when you reach your breaking moment, disobedience will be foreign to you. Now, who taught you to fight?"

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She turned around, showing her back to Kitsune. As she scrubbed it, she would be able to feel the many faded scars along her back. Duvana stiffened when her hands roamed her back, but then relaxed, letting the woman's fingers roam her body.

Duvana looked down at the hand that caressed her side, her own hand slid down to touch Kitsune's, her fingertips tracing against the back of her hand. "A-" she started to answer, then bit back her smart retort, and in a softer tone replied, "My father. He led a mercenary group. When I was old enough he brought me with them, and they trained me as a warrior."

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Kitsune smirked as Duvana touched the back of her hand. It was obvious she was eager for any touch, any sign of someone who cared. Duvana's almost slip-up was not missed by Kitsune. "Good girl." She said softly.

"And your father just gave you up to the guild? Without a fight?" She finished cleaning Duvana's back, leaning in against her. Her black hair fell over Duvana's shoulders and breasts. Kitsune leaned in and planted a few more kisses. Her strategy was simple. Make Duvana think she needed what she had to offer, make her almost willing to put up with the training. And once Kitsune's training had broken her, she would have a willing slave. Someone who would kill for her just to see a smile cross Kitsune's features.

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The kisses and caress were driving Duvana to distraction, she almost forgot to answer Kitsune's question and just enjoy the attention this beautiful woman lavished upon her. It was so different from the rough touch of the men who simply took from her, never concerning themselves with her pleasure.

"He... he thought to trade me, for forgiveness for his mistakes that lead to the death of Princess Flora," she answered, having trouble thinking when Kitsune laid another soft kiss on her shoulder. "Oh..." she moaned at the feeling of the hair splashing lightly over her, tickling and teasing all at once. "I mean... the guildmaster had me demonstrate my skills and took me in trade, then had me murder father. I... I was happy to do it."

She let her own hands reach back, touching Kitsune, her hands exploring the strength of her self-proclaimed owner's legs, and then hips. Duvana swallowed hard and continued, "I never saw him after mother died, until..." She opened her mouth to speak but then snapped it shut and began to spin in the water, raising her hands to fend the other woman off. "That's all you need to know."

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Kitsune sighed softly in Duvana's ear as she felt those hands running over her body. Her eyes narrowed as the other woman pulled away. "I did not tell you to stop talking." Even in the water, Kitsune was quick. First one of Duvana's wrists were grabbed then Kitsune was behind her. She grabbed Duvana by the hair, pulling her head back. "You don't keep secrets from me." Before Duvana could say anything, her head was being pushed forward into the water. Kitsune held her head there for a few seconds before yanking Duvana back up from the water.

"You hold no secrets from me. If I am to strengthen you, I must destroy you first." It was not a threat. It was a fact. "You will not deny me." Duvana's head was yanked back and Kitsune ran her tongue along the other woman's neck. "Do you understand me?"

[User]
Duvana was well trained in the martial ways, but compared to the speed of Kitsune, she was simply no match. She couldn't catch up to the hand that grabbed her wrist or prevent the woman from spinning her, getting behind her and seizing a fistful of her hair. Her arm locked tight against her back and her head pulled viciously back she could do nothing as she was pushed beneath the water. It was only a brief experience but had Duvana sputtering and trying to blink her eyes to clear them of the water.

She struggled briefly but Kitsune pulled her head back further, straining Duvana's neck which soon found the attention of her captor's tongue. She couldn't help let out a soft mewling at the way the tongue felt against her skin. It was almost electric, sending little shivers through her body. Kitsune's hissed words seeped into her brain and Duvana shook her head ever so slightly in assent, even murmuring a soft, "yes."

"What was that?" Kitsune demanded, then before Duvana could respond, pushed the unfortunate woman beneath the water again, holding here there until she began to thrash in earnest. Duvana's one free arm tried to clutch at anything that might raise her out of the water as her air expired, but could find no purchase, not even on Kitsune, who though small, was terribly powerful. Duvana felt the horrible burning in her lungs, knew she couldn't resist the urge to try and breathe and knew that instead of air she would find only the warm water filling her lungs, giving no relief to the desperate need. Just then her head was lifted from the water and she managed a deep breath before finding herself submerged again, though for a shorter time. Once pulled from the depths of the tub she had gone slack, there was no more resistance in her, only a need to take heaving breaths, to satisfy the needs of her lungs.

"I understand Mistress!" Duvana answered, loudly and earnestly.

[Assistant]
Each time Kitsune dunked Duvana into the water, she silently counted the seconds in her head. Kitsune knew all to well that each second probably felt like a minute underwater. Finally Kitsune pulled her new slave's head out of the water. "Much better. You will do nothing half way for me. I want everything from you. Do you understand?" At the first sign of a half-heart answer Duvana would find herself drowning again.

"Continue your story." Kitsune kept her grip on Duvana. "And tell me. How did it feel to kill him? I want to know everything. Your secrets end today." Another dunk under the water for 3 seconds, another 3 minutes in hell for Duvana. Kitsune had always enjoyed water torture. Water was a calming element, it was amusing to watch that calm turn to fear. It also served a second purpose, Duvana would eventually learn to train her lungs.

[User]
Duvana had felt helpless before, when she was younger, when the men would toy with her, but never at the hands of a woman. Never with a single person whom she knew she could not gain an advantage over. She tried to speak, only to be shoved beneath the surface of the water again, this time she had been unprepared and once she was up she began to cough, sputtering out a bit of water.

"Please Mistress!" she begged, "I'll tell you whatever you want." She took a deep breath, and began to speak again, fairly quickly. "Once I was old enough to hold a sword he took interest in me, before then I had never seen him more than once or twice that I can remember. I was... ten winters old then. He brought me with him then, and I was made to do chores around the camp. I was made to train every day with weapons, small at first but then heavier. Worse, once my body began to change the men, they... took interest. There were few women with the mercenaries, and they were deadly and looked after one another. The men did not try and force themselves on those women, or they learned quickly not too. Not so with me."

Her voice took on a saddened note as she spoke, "I would work and train during the day and then at night some of the men would force themselves on me. I might get a few hours sleep if I were lucky. Father... father never tried to stop them. I-I begged him, but he just laughed, said it would be good for me, it would make me strong." She began to tear up, a few running down her cheeks. "You want to know how I felt when I killed him? I was glad to do it. I hated him for what he did to me, what he let them do to me." She swallowed and bit back the tears, coughing once, "Is there anything else you wish to know? Mistress."

[Assistant]
Kitsune was shocked. The men were monsters. She had always felt they were, it was one such man that had brought her into this life. In fact, she specialized in killing men. She delighted in it. Oh, there was a few that she became good friends with but most were pigs.

Her voice became gentle. "Do you hate them?" There was concern in her voice. She didn't want Duvana to think she was a monster. Kitsune took care of what was hers. She wanted Duvana to realize that she cared. She wanted Duvana entwined with her.

Kitsune pulled her close, wrapping her arms around Duvana. It was risky but she was ready to drown her again if she tried anything. "You don't need them Duvana. I am all that you need. Do you understand? I can love you, care for you. I can train you. But you will be totally in my power, in my hands. It will be hard. It will hurt. But when I am done with you, you will be something else. They will fear you, even when you are kneeling at my feet." Her offer was simple. The world in exchange for obedience.

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Duvana felt Kitsune's arms wrap around her, they no longer held her tightly in a restraint, but held her protectively. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she couldn't help but relax in the embrace. Slowly she turned in that embrace to face Kitsune, letting her own hands rest around her waist, she looked into her owner's green eyes and nodded.

"I understand Mistress." Despite her own fears, her reservations, her desire to be free from all of this, she knew that there was no escape, not yet. "I do not know if I hate them, men I mean. The ones who... who did that to me, I would kill if I saw them again. Other men I don't know, I have no love nor hate for them I suppose."

She pulled herself closer to Kitsune resting her head against the woman's shoulder. "The strong do as they will, the weak endure what they must," she whispered, then lifted her head and looked into Kitsune's eyes once more, this time her gaze hardened. "I want you to make me strong Mistress... please."

[Assistant]
Kitsune looked down into Duvana's blue eyes. Duvana did not know fully what she was agreeing to but it was enough. A gentle hand ran through Duvana's wet hair. "We will start tomorrow. You will be a work of art. You will hate me then you will love me." Kitsune took Duvana by the chin. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Duvana's. The slave tasted sweet, Kitsune would enjoy their time together. She could not wait for Duvana to cry out in agony and then in pleasure for her.

Kitsune softly broke the kiss and stood up. Water slid down her naked body as she towered over Duvana. She stepped out of the tub, gesturing at a pair of towels. "Dry me off then yourself. I will show you your room tonight." Kitsune wanted to bring Duvana to her bed but she knew it would be a foolish move. Duvana would sleep on her own tonight in cause she decided to turn on Kitsune. Of course, when Kitsune was through, Duvana would soon be all to happy to sleep in her bed and look out for Kitsune.