Victoria Butterfield emerged from her small cottage on the outskirts of the village of Brindlemark, the early morning mist swirling around her ankles like a damp shroud. She lived in a tiny, thatched-roof cottage that had been in her mother’s family for generations, surrounded by a garden filled with herbs and wildflowers that she tended with love. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of damp earth and the distant tang of woodsmoke.
Victoria herself was a petite young woman with a slender frame and gentle demeanour, her alabaster skin glowing in the soft light of dawn. Her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonlit water, cascading down her back like a river of silver. Her eyes, a soft blue, sparkled with innocence and curiosity, reflecting her eagerness to learn and explore the world around her. Her ears, slightly pointed at the tips, betrayed her half-elven heritage, a subtle reminder of the mystical blood that ran through her veins.
She had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, a scattering of tiny stars that added to her ethereal beauty. She wore a simple, practical dress made of wool and linen, with a white apron tied around her waist and a cap to cover her hair.
As she walked through the village, Victoria nodded to the familiar faces of the villagers, exchanging quiet greetings and smiles. Brindlemark was a small, tight-knit community, where everyone knew each other's business and the local gossip was always hot and fresh. The village was nestled in a valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests that seemed to stretch on forever.
Victoria made her way through the village, passing by the bustling market square, where the local farmers and traders were setting up their stalls for the day. She waved to the baker, who was sliding a tray of freshly baked bread into the oven, and nodded to the blacksmith, who was hammering away at a glowing piece of metal.
As she turned a corner, Victoria spotted something on the ground - a old, leather-bound book. She picked it up, dusting off the cover, and examined it. The title, "Tales of the Dark Arts", was etched in gold lettering.
Victoria's curiosity was piqued, and she decided to take the book with her to work. During her breaks, she would sneak away to read a few pages, losing herself in the dark and twisted stories that seemed to leap off the page.
As the evening wore on, Victoria's attention was drawn to a group of rowdy patrons. One of them, a burly man with a cruel grin, caught her eye. He was making a nuisance of himself, harassing the other barmaids and causing a scene. Victoria tried to ignore him, but he eventually caught her attention, slapping her arse and making a lewd comment.
Victoria felt a surge of anger, but she bit her tongue. She didn't want to escalate the situation. But as she turned away, she heard a whisper in her ear. "Would you like to tweak the asshole back?" The voice was low and husky, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Victoria sighed, feeling a sense of frustration and helplessness. But then she thought about the stories she had read in the book, about Magnus and his dark powers. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeap, that would be nice."
Five minutes later, the burly man who had slapped her arse was shaking violently in the bar, his eyes wide with fear. Victoria watched, a mixture of shock and fascination on her face. What had just happened? And who - or what - had done it?
The next morning, Victoria woke up feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation. She had never experienced anything like what had happened the night before, and she couldn't shake the feeling that her life was about to change in ways she couldn't even imagine.
As she got dressed in her dress and made her way to the kitchen, she noticed the book lying on the table where she had left it. She picked it up, feeling a sense of curiosity and wonder. What other secrets did it hold?
She opened the book to a new page and began to read a story about Magnus and his acolytes. According to the story, Magnus would take willing acolytes and give them some of his power, but in return, they would have to submit to his will and his pleasure.
Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine as she read the words. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be one of Magnus's acolytes, to have his power coursing through her veins and to be under his control.
As Victoria read on, she came across a passage that described the ritual of initiation, where the acolyte would be bound and gagged, and Magnus would perform a dark and twisted ritual to awaken their inner power.
The acolyte, a young woman with porcelain skin and raven-black hair, was bound to a wooden frame, her wrists and ankles tied with black silk cords. Her eyes were wide with fear and anticipation as Magnus approached her, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and power.
The acolyte's gag was a black silk scarf, tied tightly around her mouth and knotted at the back of her head. Her breasts were exposed, her nipples puckered with fear and arousal. Magnus reached out and touched her nipple, his finger tracing a circle around the areola.
Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine as she read the words. She couldn't help but imagine herself in the acolyte's place, bound and gagged, at the mercy of Magnus's twisted desires. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she read on, her heart pounding in her chest.
The acolyte's body was described as petite, with a slender waist and curvy hips. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her hair a wild tangle of black locks that cascaded down her back. Victoria couldn't help but notice the similarities between the acolyte's description and her own, and she felt a sense of unease mixed with excitement.
As she read on, Victoria felt her blush deepen, her face growing hotter with every sentence. She couldn't believe what she was reading, and yet she couldn't look away. The description of the acolyte's body, bound and gagged, was both terrifying and tantalizing, and Victoria felt herself becoming more and more aroused with every passing moment.
She felt a sense of shame wash over her, mixed with a sense of fascination. What was wrong with her, that she could find this sort of thing appealing? And yet, she couldn't deny the way her body was reacting, the way her nipples were puckering with excitement, the way her pussy was growing wet with anticipation.
Victoria took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she had to be careful, that she couldn't let herself get too caught up in this dark and twisted world. And yet, she couldn't help but feel drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.
Victoria felt a sense of unease as she read the words, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination. What was it about this ritual that seemed so appealing to her?
She read on, her heart pounding in her chest, as she delved deeper into the world of Magnus and his dark arts. She knew that she was taking a risk by reading this book, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the power and the mystery that surrounded Magnus, and she was determined to learn more.
As she turned the pages, she came across passages that described the rituals of bondage and submission, the way that Magnus would bind and gag his acolytes, and the way that they would surrender to his will. Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine as she read these words, her mind racing with images of herself in the acolyte's place.
She had never been taught about sex, or about the desires of the body. Her mother had left with her father's tribe when Victoria was in her mid-teens, and she had grown up without a woman to guide her through the mysteries of womanhood. But as she read about Magnus and his acolytes, she felt a spark of curiosity ignite within her.
What was it about bondage and submission that drew her in? She didn't know, but she couldn't deny the way that her body responded to the words on the page. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and her heart beat faster as she read on, devouring every word.
But why would anyone submit to such things? Why would they willingly give up control and allow themselves to be bound and gagged? It seemed counterintuitive, and yet... and yet, there was something about it that resonated with her. Something that made her wonder if there was more to life than the simple, mundane routines of her tiny village.
She was fascinated by the idea of surrendering to someone else's will, of giving up control and allowing herself to be bound and gagged. It was a strange and terrifying idea, but it was also strangely alluring. And as she read on, she knew that she had to learn more.
As she delved deeper into the book, Victoria began to realize that she had been living in a state of numbness, going through the motions of her daily routine without ever really feeling alive. But now, as she read about the dark arts and the rituals of bondage and submission, she felt a spark of excitement ignite within her. She felt like she was awakening to a whole new world of possibilities, and she was eager to explore them.
As she read on, Victoria came across a passage that described the beginning journey of an acolyte. According to the text, in order to determine if a beginning acolyte was ready to enjoy the power of Magnus, she should experiment on herself.
The passage instructed the acolyte to start by exploring her own body, to see how it responded to different sensations. Victoria felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she read the words, but she couldn't help feeling a sense of curiosity.
The passage instructed her to start by flicking her nipple, to see how it felt. Victoria hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should really do this. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to give it a try.
She looked around the room, making sure that no one was watching her. Then, she reached up and gently flicked her nipple. The sensation was unexpected, and Victoria felt a jolt of surprise. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it felt...different.
The passage instructed her to press on her nipple, to see how it felt. Victoria hesitated again, but then decided to go ahead. She pressed on her nipple, feeling a surge of sensation. It was a strange feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant.
As she continued to read, Victoria found herself becoming more and more curious about her own body. She had never really explored her own desires before, and she was surprised by how much she was enjoying this.
The passage instructed her to keep experimenting, to see how her body responded to different sensations. Victoria felt a sense of excitement and trepidation as she continued to read. She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into, but she was determined to see it through.
As she read on, Victoria found herself becoming more and more absorbed in the world of the acolytes. She was fascinated by the idea of surrendering to someone else's will, of giving up control and allowing herself to be bound and gagged. And she was eager to learn more.
As Victoria read on, she came across a passage that described how to tie one's wrists together by oneself. The passage went into great detail, explaining exactly how to position the hands and wrap the binding material around the wrists. The text was accompanied by an image of a young acolyte tying her wrists together, and Victoria found herself staring at the image in fascination.
As she looked at the image, Victoria couldn't help but notice how similar the acolyte's features were to her own. The same slender build, the same heart-shaped face, the same piercing blue eyes. It was as if the artist had drawn Victoria herself.
Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed at the image. How could this be? She had never seen this book before, and yet the image seemed to be staring back at her, as if it was meant for her alone.
As she continued to read, Victoria found herself becoming more and more intrigued by the idea of tying her wrists together. She imagined how it would feel to be bound and helpless, unable to move or escape. The thought sent a thrill of excitement through her body, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to actually try it.
Victoria looked around her cottage, searching for something she could use to tie her wrists together. She spotted a belt hanging on the back of a chair, and her eyes lingered on it for a moment. She also noticed a rope coiled up in the corner of the room, left over from a project she had worked on months ago. And then there was the scarf she had worn to the village fair last summer, still draped over the back of the sofa.
As she considered her options, Victoria felt a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. She wasn't sure if she was ready to take this step, but at the same time, she couldn't help feeling drawn to the idea. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, and wondered what she would do next.
Victoria took the belt and followed the instructions in the book to tie herself up. She wrapped the belt around her wrists, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation as she tightened the leather strap. She pulled it tight, feeling the belt dig into her skin, and then she buckled it, securing her wrists together.
As she wrapped the belt around her wrists, Victoria made sure to position her hands just so, with her palms facing upwards and her wrists aligned. She followed the instructions in the book, making sure the belt was snug but not too tight. She pulled the belt tight, feeling the leather creak as it constricted around her wrists.
She adjusted the belt, making sure it was comfortable but secure. She didn't want to be able to wriggle free, but she also didn't want to be in pain. She checked the belt, making sure it was just right, and then she nodded to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
As she looked down at her bound wrists, Victoria felt a surge of excitement mixed with a little fear. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure what to expect. But she was determined to see it through, to explore this new side of herself.
She looked around the room, feeling a sense of vulnerability now that her wrists were bound. She was trapped, unable to move or escape. But at the same time, she felt a sense of freedom, a sense of release. She was letting go of her inhibitions, allowing herself to explore this new world of sensations and desires.
With her hands bound in front of her, Victoria felt a sense of freedom to explore her own body. She let her fingers stroke her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin and the gentle curve of her muscles. She closed her eyes, letting her fingers wander, and slowly made her way up to her hips.
As she lay on the bed, Victoria used her fingers to pleasure herself. She had never done anything like this before, but with her hands bound, she felt a sense of liberation. She didn't have to worry about what others might think, or what she might look like. She could just let go and enjoy the sensations.
Victoria's fingers moved slowly, exploring the contours of her body. She felt a surge of pleasure as she touched herself, and her breathing quickened. She let her fingers dance across her skin, teasing and caressing, and felt her body respond.
As she pleasured herself, Victoria felt a sense of connection to her own body. She had never really taken the time to explore her own desires, to learn what felt good and what didn't. But now, with her hands bound, she felt free to experiment, to learn, and to enjoy.
Victoria's body began to respond, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she touched herself. She felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, and her breathing quickened. She was lost in the moment, lost in the sensations, and she let herself go, letting the pleasure wash over her.
As she lay there, Victoria felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of completion. She had never felt so connected to her own body, so in tune with her own desires. She knew that she would never forget this moment, this feeling of freedom and pleasure.
Victoria slowly got up from the bed, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relaxation. She had never felt so connected to her own body, so in tune with her own desires. She decided to take off the belt, to release herself from the binding that had held her wrists together.
She reached down to unbuckle the belt, but as she tried to move the buckle, she realized that it was stuck. She pulled and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. She looked down to see what was wrong, and that's when she saw it.
Something shadowy, something dark and formless, seemed to be holding the buckle in place. It was as if an unseen force was preventing her from releasing herself. Victoria felt a shiver run down her spine as she stared at the shadowy presence.
She tried to pull the buckle again, but it was no use. The shadowy presence seemed to be holding it in place, refusing to let her go. Victoria felt a sense of unease, a sense of disquiet. She didn't know what was happening, or what this shadowy presence was.
She looked around the room, but there was no one there. She was alone, or so it seemed. But as she looked back at the buckle, she could have sworn that she saw a faint, shadowy hand grasping the metal.
Victoria felt a chill run down her spine. What was happening? Why couldn't she take off the belt? And what was this shadowy presence that seemed to be holding her captive?
Victoria went back over to the book, her heart still racing from the strange occurrence with the belt. She turned the page, hoping to find some answers or at least some guidance on what to do next.
As she turned the page, she saw that there was only one line of text on the left page. It was a simple sentence, but it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Ask nicely," it read.
Victoria felt a surge of confusion and uncertainty. What did it mean to ask nicely? And who was she supposed to ask?
She looked around the room, but there was no one there. She was alone, or so it seemed. But as she looked back at the book, she felt a sense of trepidation. Was she supposed to ask the shadowy presence that was holding the buckle in place?
Victoria took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She thought about the situation and what she was supposed to do. And then, in a hesitant voice, she asked:
"Please...may I be released?"
As soon as she spoke the words, the shadowy presence seemed to dissipate, and the buckle on the belt came undone. Victoria was able to remove the belt and free herself from its binding.
But as she looked back at the book, she saw that the page had changed. There was a new message, one that made her heart skip a beat.
"You have passed the first test," it read. "But there are more to come."
There was a pause and it then wrote "There is a gift"
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The corruption of Victoria Butterfield. The Prequel to the Luna Moonshadow Chronicals (Solo F, M/F)
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Victoria pondered what the gift could be, but she didn’t have the time to ask the book. It was time to head to her caretaking role in the village. She carefully put the book away, hiding it in her cabinet under some clothes. She put on her respectful purple dress and black cape to head to the chapel.
As Victoria walked through the village, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility. She was the caretaker of the village chapel, a small but beautiful building that stood at the center of the village. The morning mist swirled around her ankles like a damp shroud, and the air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of damp earth and the distant tang of woodsmoke. The chapel was a unique place, for it did not worship a single god or deity. Instead, it was a place of reverence for all the gods, where followers of different faiths could come to pray and worship. It was one of the conditions of protection from the city of Ithrill, that any traveler going through the village could safely worship at the icon of their particular god.
The chapel was filled with statues and icons of various gods, each one donated by followers of that particular faith. The air inside the chapel was cool and quiet, with the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. There was the statue of the benevolent goddess of healing Kalema, who watched over the village with a kind and gentle eye. Her statue was made of white marble, and she was depicted with a serene smile and a healing staff in her hand. Next to her stood the statue of the fierce warrior god, Krushu, who was revered by the village's warriors and hunters. His statue was made of dark stone, and he was depicted with a stern expression and a mighty sword in his hand.
But the chapel was not just a place of worship for the good gods. It also housed statues of the evil deities. The statue of the dark god, Xandros, stood in a corner of the chapel, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. The statue was made of black obsidian, and it seemed to absorb the light around it, casting long, eerie shadows. And next to it stood the statue of the trickster god, Lysander, who was known for his mischievous and cunning ways. His statue was made of silver, and he was depicted with a sly smile and a mischievous glint in his eye. There was a black leather-clad human male holding a dagger in front of Skarian, the god of murder and assassins. As he focused on the blade, it was glowing black and blue, casting a sinister light in the dim chapel.
Each of the statues and icons had different amounts of offerings in front of their god. The offerings ranged from simple flowers and candles to more elaborate gifts like gold coins and precious stones. There were also a few worshippers in the chapel, some of the farmers were praying in front of Degona, the goddess of farming and fertility, as it was coming up to harvest time. They left seeds, berries, and nuts in hope to help with the farming. The air was filled with the soft murmurs of their prayers, creating a sense of peaceful reverence.
She had carried on the role as she had done it with her mother before she left to ride off with her father. Keep the chapel clean, clear away any offerings that had been there for a while, provide healing for when the village was ever attacked, and ensure the flame is lit in the chapel. As she began her duties, she swept the stone floors, the sound of the broom echoing through the quiet space. She carefully dusted the statues, making sure each one was polished and clean. The light from the small windows cast a warm glow over the chapel, highlighting the intricate details of the statues and the offerings.
As she went about her duties, Victoria's mind still wandered back to the book and the mysterious message it had given her. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the book than she had initially thought, and she found herself wondering what the gift was. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, seemed to amplify her curiosity and unease.
As she worked, Victoria decided to take a break and look in the book of gods, a large tome that contained information on all the different deities and their symbols. She was hoping to find a match for the symbol that the image of her was bound with in the book. The book of gods was an ancient and well-worn tome, its pages yellowed with age and filled with detailed illustrations and descriptions. She flipped through the pages, her fingers tracing the intricate symbols and icons.
She also wondered if there was a god that was responsible for the kind of sexual acts she had witnessed in the book, but the only one that seemed to match was the god of lust and excess, Luna. Victoria looked up from the book and saw the statue of Luna, it was a tiny thing in this chapel, and it looked like they weren't really recruiting. The statue of Luna was placed in a small, secluded corner of the chapel, almost hidden from view. It was a delicate brass figure, no bigger than a pint glass, and it seemed almost out of place among the larger, more prominent statues.
Victoria wandered over to the statue of Luna, she went over with a cloth to rub the statue and inspect the figure. The tiny statue of Luna was a delicate brass figure, no bigger than a pint glass. She was depicted wearing an intricate outfit that was both revealing and alluring. A tiny bra made of delicate filigree covered her small breasts, and a pair of high-cut panties made of a thin, almost transparent metal mesh hugged her hips. Around her waist, she wore a delicate chain belt with a small, glittering gemstone at the center. Her legs were long and slender, and they ended in a pair of high-heeled sandals that seemed to be made of a single piece of curved metal.
The outfit was incredibly detailed, with tiny folds and creases that made it look like the metal was actually fabric. The brass was polished to a high shine, and it seemed to glow in the dim light of the chapel. Victoria couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the skill of the craftsman who had created the statue, and she found herself feeling a little self-conscious as she gazed at the tiny figure. She couldn't help but think about how she would look in a similar outfit, and she felt a flutter of excitement at the thought.
Victoria's eyes widened in shock as she realized that her purple dress had disappeared, and she was now wearing the same revealing outfit as the statue of Luna. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she quickly grabbed her black cloak to cover herself. She couldn't believe what was happening - it was as if the statue had come to life and switched clothes with her. The chapel, which had felt so peaceful and reverent moments before, now seemed to hum with an eerie energy. The air felt charged, and the statues seemed to watch her with a new intensity.
As she tried to make her way to the vestry to change into a new dress, Victoria couldn't help but feel like everyone in the chapel was staring at her. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment. But as she glanced around, she saw that no one seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary. The worshippers were still praying, the other statues were still standing still, and the chapel was still quiet. The only sound was the soft rustle of her own movements and the distant murmurs of the worshippers.
Victoria quickly made her way to the vestry, her heart racing with excitement and embarrassment. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had always thought of the statue of Luna as just a simple decoration, but now she wasn't so sure. It seemed like the statue had a mind of its own, and it had played a trick on her. The vestry was a small, dimly lit room, filled with the scent of old wood and incense. Victoira found a spare dress and after she had caught her breath, she gave herself a few moments to take in the outfit she had been wearing.
First, the bra covering her breasts - what was this item of clothing, the material so different from the heavy wool and linen fabrics she normally wore? The bra was made of a delicate lace, and it felt strange against her skin. Then, there were the elegant silk panties. She'd never felt silk before, only having heard of it from the trader caravans that passed through. Still, they really didn't cover much of her labia from the feel of them. The material was so soft and smooth, and it felt both luxurious and unsettling.
As she put the new dress on, Victoria couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the statue of Luna might hold. She felt a sense of trepidation as she thought about going back out into the chapel, but she knew she had to. She had to make sure that everything was okay, and that the statue wasn't going to play any more tricks on her. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now felt like a place of hidden dangers and secrets.
As she emerged from the vestry, Victoria saw that the statue of Luna was back to its normal self, standing still and quiet. But as she looked closer, she could have sworn that she saw a mischievous glint in the statue's eye. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that she might not be alone in the chapel after all. The air seemed to shift, and the statues seemed to watch her with a new intensity.
Victoria wondered if Luna was connected to the book, although the male in the book looked nothing like Luna. The chapel, which had always been a place of comfort and familiarity, now felt like a place of mystery and danger. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the chapel and its statues than she had ever imagined.
Victoria then wondered, was the trick from Luna the gift the book talked about? The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now seemed to hold a deeper, more complex truth.
As she carried out her duties in the chapel, she checked the sacred flame and then, as she was about to head home, a halfling wandered in, dressed in a pinstripe suit. He wandered over to the statue of the god Kredos, responsible for law, trade, and contracts. He appeared to be holding a number of pieces of paper and getting them blessed, the words glowing as he said his silent prayers. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now seemed to hold a new layer of complexity and mystery.
She opened the door and there were around 20 rangers of various races, sexes, and roles from the city of Ithrill, all wearing different items of clothing and armor. Some were clearly warriors with their plate armor and large weapons, while others were Wizards and Magisters with wands and staffs. She was startled to see them, especially for a moment she thought the other dress she was wearing had disappeared. The chapel, which had always been a place of peace and reverence, now felt like a place of unexpected visitors and hidden dangers.
Victoria went to cover her modesty but then saw she was still wearing the dress. A few of the rangers noticed this and laughed. They quickly stopped when the ladies in their company shot a few looks and fingers. One of the female wizards, with a warm and reassuring smile, gave her a look on her face that said, "Don't worry." It was as if she had stopped her clothes from disappearing. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now felt like a place of unexpected allies and protectors.
As Victoria walked through the village, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility. She was the caretaker of the village chapel, a small but beautiful building that stood at the center of the village. The morning mist swirled around her ankles like a damp shroud, and the air was crisp and clean, filled with the scent of damp earth and the distant tang of woodsmoke. The chapel was a unique place, for it did not worship a single god or deity. Instead, it was a place of reverence for all the gods, where followers of different faiths could come to pray and worship. It was one of the conditions of protection from the city of Ithrill, that any traveler going through the village could safely worship at the icon of their particular god.
The chapel was filled with statues and icons of various gods, each one donated by followers of that particular faith. The air inside the chapel was cool and quiet, with the faint scent of incense lingering in the air. There was the statue of the benevolent goddess of healing Kalema, who watched over the village with a kind and gentle eye. Her statue was made of white marble, and she was depicted with a serene smile and a healing staff in her hand. Next to her stood the statue of the fierce warrior god, Krushu, who was revered by the village's warriors and hunters. His statue was made of dark stone, and he was depicted with a stern expression and a mighty sword in his hand.
But the chapel was not just a place of worship for the good gods. It also housed statues of the evil deities. The statue of the dark god, Xandros, stood in a corner of the chapel, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. The statue was made of black obsidian, and it seemed to absorb the light around it, casting long, eerie shadows. And next to it stood the statue of the trickster god, Lysander, who was known for his mischievous and cunning ways. His statue was made of silver, and he was depicted with a sly smile and a mischievous glint in his eye. There was a black leather-clad human male holding a dagger in front of Skarian, the god of murder and assassins. As he focused on the blade, it was glowing black and blue, casting a sinister light in the dim chapel.
Each of the statues and icons had different amounts of offerings in front of their god. The offerings ranged from simple flowers and candles to more elaborate gifts like gold coins and precious stones. There were also a few worshippers in the chapel, some of the farmers were praying in front of Degona, the goddess of farming and fertility, as it was coming up to harvest time. They left seeds, berries, and nuts in hope to help with the farming. The air was filled with the soft murmurs of their prayers, creating a sense of peaceful reverence.
She had carried on the role as she had done it with her mother before she left to ride off with her father. Keep the chapel clean, clear away any offerings that had been there for a while, provide healing for when the village was ever attacked, and ensure the flame is lit in the chapel. As she began her duties, she swept the stone floors, the sound of the broom echoing through the quiet space. She carefully dusted the statues, making sure each one was polished and clean. The light from the small windows cast a warm glow over the chapel, highlighting the intricate details of the statues and the offerings.
As she went about her duties, Victoria's mind still wandered back to the book and the mysterious message it had given her. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the book than she had initially thought, and she found herself wondering what the gift was. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, seemed to amplify her curiosity and unease.
As she worked, Victoria decided to take a break and look in the book of gods, a large tome that contained information on all the different deities and their symbols. She was hoping to find a match for the symbol that the image of her was bound with in the book. The book of gods was an ancient and well-worn tome, its pages yellowed with age and filled with detailed illustrations and descriptions. She flipped through the pages, her fingers tracing the intricate symbols and icons.
She also wondered if there was a god that was responsible for the kind of sexual acts she had witnessed in the book, but the only one that seemed to match was the god of lust and excess, Luna. Victoria looked up from the book and saw the statue of Luna, it was a tiny thing in this chapel, and it looked like they weren't really recruiting. The statue of Luna was placed in a small, secluded corner of the chapel, almost hidden from view. It was a delicate brass figure, no bigger than a pint glass, and it seemed almost out of place among the larger, more prominent statues.
Victoria wandered over to the statue of Luna, she went over with a cloth to rub the statue and inspect the figure. The tiny statue of Luna was a delicate brass figure, no bigger than a pint glass. She was depicted wearing an intricate outfit that was both revealing and alluring. A tiny bra made of delicate filigree covered her small breasts, and a pair of high-cut panties made of a thin, almost transparent metal mesh hugged her hips. Around her waist, she wore a delicate chain belt with a small, glittering gemstone at the center. Her legs were long and slender, and they ended in a pair of high-heeled sandals that seemed to be made of a single piece of curved metal.
The outfit was incredibly detailed, with tiny folds and creases that made it look like the metal was actually fabric. The brass was polished to a high shine, and it seemed to glow in the dim light of the chapel. Victoria couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the skill of the craftsman who had created the statue, and she found herself feeling a little self-conscious as she gazed at the tiny figure. She couldn't help but think about how she would look in a similar outfit, and she felt a flutter of excitement at the thought.
Victoria's eyes widened in shock as she realized that her purple dress had disappeared, and she was now wearing the same revealing outfit as the statue of Luna. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she quickly grabbed her black cloak to cover herself. She couldn't believe what was happening - it was as if the statue had come to life and switched clothes with her. The chapel, which had felt so peaceful and reverent moments before, now seemed to hum with an eerie energy. The air felt charged, and the statues seemed to watch her with a new intensity.
As she tried to make her way to the vestry to change into a new dress, Victoria couldn't help but feel like everyone in the chapel was staring at her. She felt like she was going to die from embarrassment. But as she glanced around, she saw that no one seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary. The worshippers were still praying, the other statues were still standing still, and the chapel was still quiet. The only sound was the soft rustle of her own movements and the distant murmurs of the worshippers.
Victoria quickly made her way to the vestry, her heart racing with excitement and embarrassment. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had always thought of the statue of Luna as just a simple decoration, but now she wasn't so sure. It seemed like the statue had a mind of its own, and it had played a trick on her. The vestry was a small, dimly lit room, filled with the scent of old wood and incense. Victoira found a spare dress and after she had caught her breath, she gave herself a few moments to take in the outfit she had been wearing.
First, the bra covering her breasts - what was this item of clothing, the material so different from the heavy wool and linen fabrics she normally wore? The bra was made of a delicate lace, and it felt strange against her skin. Then, there were the elegant silk panties. She'd never felt silk before, only having heard of it from the trader caravans that passed through. Still, they really didn't cover much of her labia from the feel of them. The material was so soft and smooth, and it felt both luxurious and unsettling.
As she put the new dress on, Victoria couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the statue of Luna might hold. She felt a sense of trepidation as she thought about going back out into the chapel, but she knew she had to. She had to make sure that everything was okay, and that the statue wasn't going to play any more tricks on her. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now felt like a place of hidden dangers and secrets.
As she emerged from the vestry, Victoria saw that the statue of Luna was back to its normal self, standing still and quiet. But as she looked closer, she could have sworn that she saw a mischievous glint in the statue's eye. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that she might not be alone in the chapel after all. The air seemed to shift, and the statues seemed to watch her with a new intensity.
Victoria wondered if Luna was connected to the book, although the male in the book looked nothing like Luna. The chapel, which had always been a place of comfort and familiarity, now felt like a place of mystery and danger. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the chapel and its statues than she had ever imagined.
Victoria then wondered, was the trick from Luna the gift the book talked about? The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now seemed to hold a deeper, more complex truth.
As she carried out her duties in the chapel, she checked the sacred flame and then, as she was about to head home, a halfling wandered in, dressed in a pinstripe suit. He wandered over to the statue of the god Kredos, responsible for law, trade, and contracts. He appeared to be holding a number of pieces of paper and getting them blessed, the words glowing as he said his silent prayers. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now seemed to hold a new layer of complexity and mystery.
She opened the door and there were around 20 rangers of various races, sexes, and roles from the city of Ithrill, all wearing different items of clothing and armor. Some were clearly warriors with their plate armor and large weapons, while others were Wizards and Magisters with wands and staffs. She was startled to see them, especially for a moment she thought the other dress she was wearing had disappeared. The chapel, which had always been a place of peace and reverence, now felt like a place of unexpected visitors and hidden dangers.
Victoria went to cover her modesty but then saw she was still wearing the dress. A few of the rangers noticed this and laughed. They quickly stopped when the ladies in their company shot a few looks and fingers. One of the female wizards, with a warm and reassuring smile, gave her a look on her face that said, "Don't worry." It was as if she had stopped her clothes from disappearing. The chapel, with its sense of peace and reverence, now felt like a place of unexpected allies and protectors.
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Victoria opened the door of her cottage and took out the book, now what was that gift?
Victoria walked back to her cottage, her mind still reeling from the events at the chapel. The sandals, though unusual, felt surprisingly comfortable, and she found herself appreciating their softness as she walked. She opened the door of her cottage and stepped inside, the familiar scent of her home providing a sense of comfort and normalcy.
She placed the book on the table and began to change into her work clothes. The dress she wore for the tavern was simple and practical, made of sturdy cotton and designed for ease of movement. As she dressed, her thoughts kept drifting back to the chapel and the mysterious statue of Luna. The idea that the statue had a mind of its own was both thrilling and terrifying.
Before putting on her usual undergarments, Victoria decided to take a closer look at the delicate lingerie she had received from the statue of Luna. She carefully removed the lace bra and the silk panties, holding them in her hands and examining them closely.
The bra was made of the finest lace, the intricate patterns and delicate stitching a testament to the craftsmanship. It was a deep, rich color that seemed to shimmer in the candlelight. The material felt soft and luxurious against her skin, a stark contrast to the heavy wool and linen she was accustomed to. She ran her fingers over the filigree, marveling at the way it hugged her breasts and accentuated her curves.
The silk panties were equally exquisite. They were high-cut, hugging her hips and thighs with a gentle but firm pressure. The material was so thin and smooth that it felt almost like a second skin. She could feel the delicate seams and the way the fabric clung to her body, leaving very little to the imagination. The panties were a deep, matching color to the bra, and the combination was both alluring and arousing.
Victoria couldn't help but wonder how she could obtain more of these luxurious garments. The idea of wearing such intimate, revealing clothing was both thrilling and a bit daunting. She felt a mix of excitement and curiosity, wondering if there was a way to acquire more of these items without the statue's intervention.
After a few moments of contemplation, she carefully folded the lingerie and placed it on a shelf, making a mental note to keep it safe. She then put on her usual undergarments, a simple cotton shift and a pair of plain, practical underpants. As she dressed, she felt a sense of normalcy return, but the memory of the delicate lingerie lingered in her mind.
Victoria couldn't shake the feeling that the gift from the book was somehow connected to the statue's trick. She wondered if the Ithrillian rangers' presence in the village had anything to do with the strange occurrences. The rangers were usually only seen in passing, and their sudden appearance in such numbers was unusual.
She decided to ask Grimbold about it when she got to the tavern. Grimbold was like a father figure to her, and he often had information about what was happening in the village and beyond. She hoped he could shed some light on the situation.
As she finished getting ready, Victoria picked up the book and hesitated for a moment. She considered taking it with her, but decided against it. The tavern was a public place, and she didn't want to risk anyone else discovering the book and its secrets.
But before she left, she couldn't resist one last look. She sat down at the table, the candlelight casting a warm glow over the pages of the book. She opened it to a new page and began to examine it, hoping to find some symbols that matched those she had seen in the chapel.
As she flipped through the pages, she noticed a series of intricate illustrations. Each page was filled with detailed drawings and symbols, some of which she recognized from the chapel. She saw the symbols of Kalema, Krushu, Xandros, and Lysander, but none of them matched the one she had seen in the book.
Then, she came across a series of images that made her heart skip a beat. Each image depicted a female figure who looked strikingly like her, but dressed in the same revealing lingerie she had received from the statue of Luna. The first image showed the figure hogtied, her body bound with intricate knots and ropes. The next image showed her firing a bolt of energy at a massive troll, the bolt striking the creature with a blinding flash of light.
Victoria's breath caught in her throat as she studied the images. The figure in the book looked so much like her that it was uncanny. She felt a mix of excitement and unease as she realized that the book was not just a collection of dark and twisted fantasies, but something much more personal and powerful.
As she stared at the image of the figure hogtied, Victoria found herself starting to imagine what it would be like to be tied up, her arms bound behind her back and her legs tied together. The idea was both terrifying and strangely alluring. She felt a flutter of excitement and a sense of vulnerability, wondering what it would feel like to be so completely at the mercy of the ropes.
Without realizing it, Victoria's mind began to drift, and she found herself in a vivid daydream. She imagined herself lying on her bed naked, her arms tied behind her back and her legs bound together. The ropes felt tight and secure, and she could feel the texture of the fabric against her skin. She imagined the sensation of being restrained, the feeling of helplessness mixed with a strange sense of freedom.
Suddenly, the daydream became real. Victoria found herself lying on her bed, her body bound in a complex web of ropes. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, the rough texture of the rope digging into her skin. The ropes continued around her elbows, pulling them tightly together and adding to her sense of immobilization. Her thighs were bound together, the ropes wrapping around her legs and pressing them firmly against each other. Her ankles were tied together, the knots secure and unyielding, leaving her legs completely immobile.
Even her knees were bound, the ropes creating a tight, intricate pattern that left her legs in a fixed, spread position. The ropes around her knees were particularly tight, making it impossible for her to bend them. The final touch was the ropes that encircled her breasts, binding them gently but firmly, adding to the overall sensation of being completely restrained.
The tightness of the ropes was almost overwhelming, and she could feel the coldness of the bed beneath her. She was completely immobilized, and for a moment, she felt a surge of panic. Her heart raced, and she struggled against the ropes, trying to free herself. The ropes bit into her skin, and she could feel the rough texture of the fabric against her wrists, elbows, thighs, ankles, knees, and breasts. She twisted and turned, but the more she struggled, the tighter the ropes seemed to become.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and she felt a wave of frustration and helplessness wash over her. Despite her efforts, she couldn't break free. She felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure, her body completely at the mercy of the bindings. The room seemed to close in around her, and she felt a deep sense of fear and uncertainty.
Despite her efforts, she couldn't break free. She felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure, her body completely at the mercy of the bindings. The room seemed to close in around her, and she felt a deep sense of fear and uncertainty. But as she lay there, struggling, something began to shift.
The initial panic started to subside, replaced by a strange sense of calm. The struggle, the tightness of the ropes, and the feeling of being completely restrained began to feel almost comforting. She felt a sense of trust and safety, as if the ropes were protecting her rather than confining her.
As she lay there, the sensation of the ropes against her skin began to change. The tightness around her thighs, where the ropes pressed firmly against her skin, started to feel pleasurable. The knots rubbed against her skin with each subtle movement, creating a tingling sensation that was both intense and arousing. She could feel the ropes around her breasts, gently pressing against her nipples, which began to harden in response to the pressure.
The sensation of being bound, the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability, mixed with a growing sense of excitement and pleasure. The tightness of the ropes around her wrists, elbows, thighs, ankles, knees, and breasts became a source of intense physical and emotional stimulation. She felt a deep, throbbing ache building within her, and her body began to respond in ways she had never experienced before.
The ropes that bound her thighs together were particularly arousing, the friction and pressure causing a delicious sensation that made her squirm. Her nipples, pressed against the ropes, were incredibly sensitive, and the slightest movement sent waves of pleasure through her. She found herself enjoying the sensation of being completely immobilized, the feeling of being at the mercy of the bindings.
After a few moments, the ropes suddenly loosened, and Victoria found herself free. She sat up, her heart still racing, and looked around the room. Everything was as it had been before. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The book, the statue, and the strange events were all becoming more and more intertwined.
Victoria closed the book, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew that she had to be careful, that the power of magic was not to be taken lightly. But she also knew that she couldn't ignore the call of the book and the potential it offered.
With a deep breath, Victoria stood up and put the book back in the cabinet, making sure it was well hidden. She again put on her dress and apron and headed out the door, her heart filled with a mix of excitement and determination.
As she walked to the tavern, the sandals felt good under her feet, The evening air was cool and fresh, and the sounds of the village filled her with a sense of purpose.
Victoria walked back to her cottage, her mind still reeling from the events at the chapel. The sandals, though unusual, felt surprisingly comfortable, and she found herself appreciating their softness as she walked. She opened the door of her cottage and stepped inside, the familiar scent of her home providing a sense of comfort and normalcy.
She placed the book on the table and began to change into her work clothes. The dress she wore for the tavern was simple and practical, made of sturdy cotton and designed for ease of movement. As she dressed, her thoughts kept drifting back to the chapel and the mysterious statue of Luna. The idea that the statue had a mind of its own was both thrilling and terrifying.
Before putting on her usual undergarments, Victoria decided to take a closer look at the delicate lingerie she had received from the statue of Luna. She carefully removed the lace bra and the silk panties, holding them in her hands and examining them closely.
The bra was made of the finest lace, the intricate patterns and delicate stitching a testament to the craftsmanship. It was a deep, rich color that seemed to shimmer in the candlelight. The material felt soft and luxurious against her skin, a stark contrast to the heavy wool and linen she was accustomed to. She ran her fingers over the filigree, marveling at the way it hugged her breasts and accentuated her curves.
The silk panties were equally exquisite. They were high-cut, hugging her hips and thighs with a gentle but firm pressure. The material was so thin and smooth that it felt almost like a second skin. She could feel the delicate seams and the way the fabric clung to her body, leaving very little to the imagination. The panties were a deep, matching color to the bra, and the combination was both alluring and arousing.
Victoria couldn't help but wonder how she could obtain more of these luxurious garments. The idea of wearing such intimate, revealing clothing was both thrilling and a bit daunting. She felt a mix of excitement and curiosity, wondering if there was a way to acquire more of these items without the statue's intervention.
After a few moments of contemplation, she carefully folded the lingerie and placed it on a shelf, making a mental note to keep it safe. She then put on her usual undergarments, a simple cotton shift and a pair of plain, practical underpants. As she dressed, she felt a sense of normalcy return, but the memory of the delicate lingerie lingered in her mind.
Victoria couldn't shake the feeling that the gift from the book was somehow connected to the statue's trick. She wondered if the Ithrillian rangers' presence in the village had anything to do with the strange occurrences. The rangers were usually only seen in passing, and their sudden appearance in such numbers was unusual.
She decided to ask Grimbold about it when she got to the tavern. Grimbold was like a father figure to her, and he often had information about what was happening in the village and beyond. She hoped he could shed some light on the situation.
As she finished getting ready, Victoria picked up the book and hesitated for a moment. She considered taking it with her, but decided against it. The tavern was a public place, and she didn't want to risk anyone else discovering the book and its secrets.
But before she left, she couldn't resist one last look. She sat down at the table, the candlelight casting a warm glow over the pages of the book. She opened it to a new page and began to examine it, hoping to find some symbols that matched those she had seen in the chapel.
As she flipped through the pages, she noticed a series of intricate illustrations. Each page was filled with detailed drawings and symbols, some of which she recognized from the chapel. She saw the symbols of Kalema, Krushu, Xandros, and Lysander, but none of them matched the one she had seen in the book.
Then, she came across a series of images that made her heart skip a beat. Each image depicted a female figure who looked strikingly like her, but dressed in the same revealing lingerie she had received from the statue of Luna. The first image showed the figure hogtied, her body bound with intricate knots and ropes. The next image showed her firing a bolt of energy at a massive troll, the bolt striking the creature with a blinding flash of light.
Victoria's breath caught in her throat as she studied the images. The figure in the book looked so much like her that it was uncanny. She felt a mix of excitement and unease as she realized that the book was not just a collection of dark and twisted fantasies, but something much more personal and powerful.
As she stared at the image of the figure hogtied, Victoria found herself starting to imagine what it would be like to be tied up, her arms bound behind her back and her legs tied together. The idea was both terrifying and strangely alluring. She felt a flutter of excitement and a sense of vulnerability, wondering what it would feel like to be so completely at the mercy of the ropes.
Without realizing it, Victoria's mind began to drift, and she found herself in a vivid daydream. She imagined herself lying on her bed naked, her arms tied behind her back and her legs bound together. The ropes felt tight and secure, and she could feel the texture of the fabric against her skin. She imagined the sensation of being restrained, the feeling of helplessness mixed with a strange sense of freedom.
Suddenly, the daydream became real. Victoria found herself lying on her bed, her body bound in a complex web of ropes. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, the rough texture of the rope digging into her skin. The ropes continued around her elbows, pulling them tightly together and adding to her sense of immobilization. Her thighs were bound together, the ropes wrapping around her legs and pressing them firmly against each other. Her ankles were tied together, the knots secure and unyielding, leaving her legs completely immobile.
Even her knees were bound, the ropes creating a tight, intricate pattern that left her legs in a fixed, spread position. The ropes around her knees were particularly tight, making it impossible for her to bend them. The final touch was the ropes that encircled her breasts, binding them gently but firmly, adding to the overall sensation of being completely restrained.
The tightness of the ropes was almost overwhelming, and she could feel the coldness of the bed beneath her. She was completely immobilized, and for a moment, she felt a surge of panic. Her heart raced, and she struggled against the ropes, trying to free herself. The ropes bit into her skin, and she could feel the rough texture of the fabric against her wrists, elbows, thighs, ankles, knees, and breasts. She twisted and turned, but the more she struggled, the tighter the ropes seemed to become.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and she felt a wave of frustration and helplessness wash over her. Despite her efforts, she couldn't break free. She felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure, her body completely at the mercy of the bindings. The room seemed to close in around her, and she felt a deep sense of fear and uncertainty.
Despite her efforts, she couldn't break free. She felt a sense of vulnerability and exposure, her body completely at the mercy of the bindings. The room seemed to close in around her, and she felt a deep sense of fear and uncertainty. But as she lay there, struggling, something began to shift.
The initial panic started to subside, replaced by a strange sense of calm. The struggle, the tightness of the ropes, and the feeling of being completely restrained began to feel almost comforting. She felt a sense of trust and safety, as if the ropes were protecting her rather than confining her.
As she lay there, the sensation of the ropes against her skin began to change. The tightness around her thighs, where the ropes pressed firmly against her skin, started to feel pleasurable. The knots rubbed against her skin with each subtle movement, creating a tingling sensation that was both intense and arousing. She could feel the ropes around her breasts, gently pressing against her nipples, which began to harden in response to the pressure.
The sensation of being bound, the feeling of helplessness and vulnerability, mixed with a growing sense of excitement and pleasure. The tightness of the ropes around her wrists, elbows, thighs, ankles, knees, and breasts became a source of intense physical and emotional stimulation. She felt a deep, throbbing ache building within her, and her body began to respond in ways she had never experienced before.
The ropes that bound her thighs together were particularly arousing, the friction and pressure causing a delicious sensation that made her squirm. Her nipples, pressed against the ropes, were incredibly sensitive, and the slightest movement sent waves of pleasure through her. She found herself enjoying the sensation of being completely immobilized, the feeling of being at the mercy of the bindings.
After a few moments, the ropes suddenly loosened, and Victoria found herself free. She sat up, her heart still racing, and looked around the room. Everything was as it had been before. She couldn't believe what had just happened. The book, the statue, and the strange events were all becoming more and more intertwined.
Victoria closed the book, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew that she had to be careful, that the power of magic was not to be taken lightly. But she also knew that she couldn't ignore the call of the book and the potential it offered.
With a deep breath, Victoria stood up and put the book back in the cabinet, making sure it was well hidden. She again put on her dress and apron and headed out the door, her heart filled with a mix of excitement and determination.
As she walked to the tavern, the sandals felt good under her feet, The evening air was cool and fresh, and the sounds of the village filled her with a sense of purpose.
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Decided to do the backstory for Luna and working her way to the events in the other tales Part 1 http://mail.tugstories.com/viewtopic.p ... f056b08b4 , Part2 http://mail.tugstories.com/viewtopic.p ... f056b08b4 and Part 3http://mail.tugstories.com/viewtopic.ph ... 8f056b08b4
As always, any feedback/ideas would be appreciated please.
I'll also keep this story as all of the tales leading up the first tale
As always, any feedback/ideas would be appreciated please.
I'll also keep this story as all of the tales leading up the first tale
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Victoria returned to her cottage, her mind buzzing with the events of the night. She lit a candle and sat down at her small table, the mysterious book in front of her. The leather cover was worn, but the pages were well-preserved, filled with intricate illustrations and unfamiliar runes.
She opened the book to the page where she had first discovered her ability to generate energy bolts. The words seemed to glow with an inner light, and she felt the familiar surge of power within her. She traced her fingers over the runes, feeling a connection to the magic.
As she read, she noticed a section she had not seen before, hidden between the folds of the page. It described a deeper connection to her newfound powers, but the entry was unlike anything she had read before. The text was cryptic and alluring, promising greater power but at a steep price.
Victoria turned the page to see the image of the binding position. It depicted a table with bindings for the wrists and ankles. The table was a heavy, dark wooden structure, with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The bindings, made of thick leather, with metal buckles that gleamed in the candlelight. The nipple clamps, the crop, and other BDSM items scattered around the table, each tool designed to enhance the ritual and ensure her submission.
Victoria's breath quickened as she studied the image. The table was a heavy, dark wooden structure, with intricate carvings that told a story of ancient rituals and dark magic. The thick, supple leather bindings, with metal buckles that gleamed in the flickering candlelight. The nipple clamps were polished metal, with small, sharp teeth that would pinch and pull. The crop was leather, with a long handle and a flat, firm end. Other BDSM items, such as cuffs and blindfolds, were also present.
She saw herself in the image, bound to the table, her hands and feet securely tied, her body exposed and vulnerable. Her wrists, stretched above her head, tied to the metal restraints, and her legs were spread wide, tied to the sides of the table. The leather straps bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her submission. The image showed her lying on her back, her body exposed, with the nipple clamps attached to her nipples, pulling them taut and heightening her sensitivity.
The next image was a number of shadowy figures around her naked, restrained form. One held a riding crop, another pulled on her nipples, and a third had wispy fingers playing with her pussy. The shadows seemed to dance and swirl, their presence both menacing and seductive.
Victoria's heart raced as she studied the images. The table and the shadows were a stark contrast to the simple, peaceful life she had always known. The idea of submitting to such a dark ritual was both terrifying and alluring. She felt a mix of fear, excitement, and a strange, tingling sensation that spread through her body.
She wondered if she should proceed. The power promised by the book was immense, but the price was steep. The images in the book were vivid and detailed, and she could almost feel the cold leather of the bindings and the sharp pinch of the nipple clamps. The thought of the shadows touching her, using the implements, sent a shiver down her spine.
Victoria's mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. The allure of greater power was hard to resist, but the dark path was fraught with danger. She thought about the investigation, the bandits, and the rangers all weighing on her mind. The power could help her, but at what cost?
She felt a cold breeze sweep through the room, and the candle flickered. A shadowy figure materialized before her, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The figure was tall and imposing, with dark, flowing robes and a presence that filled the room with an eerie silence.
"Victoria," the figure said, its voice deep and resonant. "I am here to offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. All you need to do is submit."
Victoria's heart raced as she looked at the demon. "What do you mean by submit?"
The demon smiled, a chilling grin that sent a shiver down her spine. "You must bind yourself to the table, as shown in the image. Endure the pain, and my master will grant you the power you seek."
Victoria's breath quickened, and she felt a surge of power from the darkness. The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and the image of the table seemed to come to life. She felt a strange, tingling sensation, as if the table and the shadows were calling to her.
The demon's eyes glowed brighter. "You will need to seek the table when you are ready. But first, you must make the choice. Will you submit and gain the power, or will you turn away and remain as you are?"
Victoria's mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. The allure of greater power was hard to resist, but the dark path was fraught with danger. She took a deep breath and looked into the demon's eyes.
"Show me the table," she said, her voice firm. "Show me the table."
The demon's smile widened, and the room filled with a dark, oppressive energy. The book in front of her glowed with an otherworldly light, and the image of the table seemed to come to life. Victoria felt a strange, tingling sensation, as if the table was calling to her.
The demon vanished, leaving Victoria alone in the room, the book still glowing on the table. She now wondered where the table could be. For now, she had made her choice, and the path ahead was both dark and alluring.
Victoria closed the book, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew that the coming days would be crucial, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant delving into darker and more seductive paths.
She stood up, her heart pounding, and walked to the window. The night was dark, and the rain had stopped, leaving the air cool and crisp. She felt a strange sense of anticipation and dread. The power promised by the book was immense, but the price was steep.
Victoria knew she had to find the table. She would need to be strong and determined, but the allure of the dark path was hard to resist. She took a deep breath and resolved to find the table and face whatever lay ahead.
She opened the book to the page where she had first discovered her ability to generate energy bolts. The words seemed to glow with an inner light, and she felt the familiar surge of power within her. She traced her fingers over the runes, feeling a connection to the magic.
As she read, she noticed a section she had not seen before, hidden between the folds of the page. It described a deeper connection to her newfound powers, but the entry was unlike anything she had read before. The text was cryptic and alluring, promising greater power but at a steep price.
Victoria turned the page to see the image of the binding position. It depicted a table with bindings for the wrists and ankles. The table was a heavy, dark wooden structure, with intricate carvings that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The bindings, made of thick leather, with metal buckles that gleamed in the candlelight. The nipple clamps, the crop, and other BDSM items scattered around the table, each tool designed to enhance the ritual and ensure her submission.
Victoria's breath quickened as she studied the image. The table was a heavy, dark wooden structure, with intricate carvings that told a story of ancient rituals and dark magic. The thick, supple leather bindings, with metal buckles that gleamed in the flickering candlelight. The nipple clamps were polished metal, with small, sharp teeth that would pinch and pull. The crop was leather, with a long handle and a flat, firm end. Other BDSM items, such as cuffs and blindfolds, were also present.
She saw herself in the image, bound to the table, her hands and feet securely tied, her body exposed and vulnerable. Her wrists, stretched above her head, tied to the metal restraints, and her legs were spread wide, tied to the sides of the table. The leather straps bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her submission. The image showed her lying on her back, her body exposed, with the nipple clamps attached to her nipples, pulling them taut and heightening her sensitivity.
The next image was a number of shadowy figures around her naked, restrained form. One held a riding crop, another pulled on her nipples, and a third had wispy fingers playing with her pussy. The shadows seemed to dance and swirl, their presence both menacing and seductive.
Victoria's heart raced as she studied the images. The table and the shadows were a stark contrast to the simple, peaceful life she had always known. The idea of submitting to such a dark ritual was both terrifying and alluring. She felt a mix of fear, excitement, and a strange, tingling sensation that spread through her body.
She wondered if she should proceed. The power promised by the book was immense, but the price was steep. The images in the book were vivid and detailed, and she could almost feel the cold leather of the bindings and the sharp pinch of the nipple clamps. The thought of the shadows touching her, using the implements, sent a shiver down her spine.
Victoria's mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. The allure of greater power was hard to resist, but the dark path was fraught with danger. She thought about the investigation, the bandits, and the rangers all weighing on her mind. The power could help her, but at what cost?
She felt a cold breeze sweep through the room, and the candle flickered. A shadowy figure materialized before her, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The figure was tall and imposing, with dark, flowing robes and a presence that filled the room with an eerie silence.
"Victoria," the figure said, its voice deep and resonant. "I am here to offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. All you need to do is submit."
Victoria's heart raced as she looked at the demon. "What do you mean by submit?"
The demon smiled, a chilling grin that sent a shiver down her spine. "You must bind yourself to the table, as shown in the image. Endure the pain, and my master will grant you the power you seek."
Victoria's breath quickened, and she felt a surge of power from the darkness. The room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and the image of the table seemed to come to life. She felt a strange, tingling sensation, as if the table and the shadows were calling to her.
The demon's eyes glowed brighter. "You will need to seek the table when you are ready. But first, you must make the choice. Will you submit and gain the power, or will you turn away and remain as you are?"
Victoria's mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions. The allure of greater power was hard to resist, but the dark path was fraught with danger. She took a deep breath and looked into the demon's eyes.
"Show me the table," she said, her voice firm. "Show me the table."
The demon's smile widened, and the room filled with a dark, oppressive energy. The book in front of her glowed with an otherworldly light, and the image of the table seemed to come to life. Victoria felt a strange, tingling sensation, as if the table was calling to her.
The demon vanished, leaving Victoria alone in the room, the book still glowing on the table. She now wondered where the table could be. For now, she had made her choice, and the path ahead was both dark and alluring.
Victoria closed the book, her mind racing with the possibilities. She knew that the coming days would be crucial, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant delving into darker and more seductive paths.
She stood up, her heart pounding, and walked to the window. The night was dark, and the rain had stopped, leaving the air cool and crisp. She felt a strange sense of anticipation and dread. The power promised by the book was immense, but the price was steep.
Victoria knew she had to find the table. She would need to be strong and determined, but the allure of the dark path was hard to resist. She took a deep breath and resolved to find the table and face whatever lay ahead.
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Determined to uncover the location of the table, Victoria decided to visit the chapel. The chapel had a back office that served as a registry, keeping land records, birth, marriage, and death records. She hoped to find some clue about the location of the table or the ruins where it might be hidden.
She walked through the quiet village, the early morning light casting long shadows.
Some of the Ithrillians and villagers were heading back and walking over to Grimbold's tavern. Pushing the door open, Victoria made her way to the back office, where the archives were kept. The room was dimly lit, with shelves lined with ancient books and scrolls. She began to search through the records, looking for any mention of a table or a place that might fit the description.
After hours of searching, she found an old, leather-bound book that contained historical records of the region. One entry caught her eye:
The Ruined Castle of Branodunum
Built before the floods of the 3 Empires and the sundering of Corrith, the castle of Branodunum, the seat of the Dukes of Branodunum, was once a stronghold of dark magic. It was said to house chambers and tools used in ancient rituals. The castle was abandoned after the floods, due to the walls collapsing and the family being caught in a flood. It has since fallen into ruin, with villagers having used many of the broken stones to make their homes.
The rumors involving the fourth Duke of Branodunum were that he communicated with demons, taking the title of the Darkmagi. He performed illicit rituals and drank himself to death, with his family discovering what he had done after his death. The underground dungeon was sealed with stone and sorcery to prevent anyone going in or coming out.
Victoria's heart raced as she read the entry. The description of the castle matched the table and the dark rituals described in the book. She found a map in the back of the book and traced the location of the castle. It was about three miles away from the village, nestled in the hills to the north.
Before she left the chapel, Victoria took a moment to look at the miniature statue of Luna. The statue was intricately carved, and Luna was depicted holding a pair of manacles. The image sent a shiver down her spine, confirming her suspicions that the table and the rituals were connected to the goddess of the night.
With a sense of purpose, Victoria left the chapel and headed back to her cottage, her mind still buzzing with the events of the night and the information she had uncovered at the chapel. The mysterious book lay on the table, its pages filled with dark and alluring secrets. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, the allure of greater power drawing her deeper into the unknown.
As she sat down, her thoughts drifted to the image of the binding table and the nipple clamps. The idea of submitting to such a dark ritual was both terrifying and alluring. She felt a strange, tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, a mix of anticipation and dread.
Curiosity got the better of her. She stood up and walked to her small chest, where she kept a few personal items. She rummaged through it and found a pair of small, metal clips that she had once used for the fishing line. They were not designed for the purpose of nipple clamps, but they would have to do for now.
Victoria's heart raced as she held the clips in her hands. The metal was cold and smooth, and she could feel the sharp edges of the clips. She took a deep breath and walked back to her table, the book still open to the image of the binding table.
She sat down and looked at the image of the nipple clamps. The polished metal, with small, sharp teeth, seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, the thought of the pain and the potential power it would bring.
Victoria's hands trembled as she lifted one of the clips. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of the dark path she was about to take. But the allure of the power was too strong to resist. She placed the clip on her nipple, feeling the initial pinch of the metal.
The pain was sharp and immediate, a sting that shot through her body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The sensation was intense, and she felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure. The clip pulled her nipple taut, heightening her sensitivity and making her more aware of her body.
Victoria closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to fight the initial pain. She felt the sting spread across her body, a tingling sensation that seemed to awaken something deep within her. The pain was intense, but she found herself fighting it, embracing the sensation. The cold metal of the clip seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and she felt a strange, tingling pleasure that spread through her skin.
The initial pain was followed by a deep, throbbing sensation. Her nipple, pulled taut by the clip, was hyper-sensitive to every movement. She shifted slightly in her seat, and the movement sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body. She bit her lip, trying to control her breathing, but the sensation was overwhelming.
Encouraged by the initial success, she reached for the second clip. Her hands were steady now, and she placed the second clip on her other nipple. The pain was just as sharp, and she gasped again, her body reacting to the sensation.
The clips pulled her nipples taut, and she felt a deep, intense sensation that spread through her body. The pain was mixed with a strange, tingling pleasure, and she found herself becoming more and more aware of her body. The cold metal of the clips seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and she felt a strange, tingling sensation that spread through her skin.
Victoria's heart raced, and she felt a surge of power within her. The pain was intense, but she found herself embracing it, the sensation heightening her awareness and making her feel more alive than ever before. She opened her eyes and looked at the book, the image of the binding table and the shadows dancing before her.
The allure of the dark path was strong, and she felt a growing determination to find the table and complete the ritual. The power promised by the book was immense, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
With a sense of purpose, Victoria stood up and removed the clips, her nipples still tingling from the sensation. Her was heart pounding, and walked to the window. The night was dark, and the air was cool and crisp. She felt a strange sense of anticipation and dread.
The power promised by the book was immense, but the price was steep. She took a deep breath and resolved to find the table and face whatever lay ahead.
She walked through the quiet village, the early morning light casting long shadows.
Some of the Ithrillians and villagers were heading back and walking over to Grimbold's tavern. Pushing the door open, Victoria made her way to the back office, where the archives were kept. The room was dimly lit, with shelves lined with ancient books and scrolls. She began to search through the records, looking for any mention of a table or a place that might fit the description.
After hours of searching, she found an old, leather-bound book that contained historical records of the region. One entry caught her eye:
The Ruined Castle of Branodunum
Built before the floods of the 3 Empires and the sundering of Corrith, the castle of Branodunum, the seat of the Dukes of Branodunum, was once a stronghold of dark magic. It was said to house chambers and tools used in ancient rituals. The castle was abandoned after the floods, due to the walls collapsing and the family being caught in a flood. It has since fallen into ruin, with villagers having used many of the broken stones to make their homes.
The rumors involving the fourth Duke of Branodunum were that he communicated with demons, taking the title of the Darkmagi. He performed illicit rituals and drank himself to death, with his family discovering what he had done after his death. The underground dungeon was sealed with stone and sorcery to prevent anyone going in or coming out.
Victoria's heart raced as she read the entry. The description of the castle matched the table and the dark rituals described in the book. She found a map in the back of the book and traced the location of the castle. It was about three miles away from the village, nestled in the hills to the north.
Before she left the chapel, Victoria took a moment to look at the miniature statue of Luna. The statue was intricately carved, and Luna was depicted holding a pair of manacles. The image sent a shiver down her spine, confirming her suspicions that the table and the rituals were connected to the goddess of the night.
With a sense of purpose, Victoria left the chapel and headed back to her cottage, her mind still buzzing with the events of the night and the information she had uncovered at the chapel. The mysterious book lay on the table, its pages filled with dark and alluring secrets. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, the allure of greater power drawing her deeper into the unknown.
As she sat down, her thoughts drifted to the image of the binding table and the nipple clamps. The idea of submitting to such a dark ritual was both terrifying and alluring. She felt a strange, tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, a mix of anticipation and dread.
Curiosity got the better of her. She stood up and walked to her small chest, where she kept a few personal items. She rummaged through it and found a pair of small, metal clips that she had once used for the fishing line. They were not designed for the purpose of nipple clamps, but they would have to do for now.
Victoria's heart raced as she held the clips in her hands. The metal was cold and smooth, and she could feel the sharp edges of the clips. She took a deep breath and walked back to her table, the book still open to the image of the binding table.
She sat down and looked at the image of the nipple clamps. The polished metal, with small, sharp teeth, seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. She felt a mix of fear and excitement, the thought of the pain and the potential power it would bring.
Victoria's hands trembled as she lifted one of the clips. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of the dark path she was about to take. But the allure of the power was too strong to resist. She placed the clip on her nipple, feeling the initial pinch of the metal.
The pain was sharp and immediate, a sting that shot through her body. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. The sensation was intense, and she felt a strange mix of pain and pleasure. The clip pulled her nipple taut, heightening her sensitivity and making her more aware of her body.
Victoria closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to fight the initial pain. She felt the sting spread across her body, a tingling sensation that seemed to awaken something deep within her. The pain was intense, but she found herself fighting it, embracing the sensation. The cold metal of the clip seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and she felt a strange, tingling pleasure that spread through her skin.
The initial pain was followed by a deep, throbbing sensation. Her nipple, pulled taut by the clip, was hyper-sensitive to every movement. She shifted slightly in her seat, and the movement sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body. She bit her lip, trying to control her breathing, but the sensation was overwhelming.
Encouraged by the initial success, she reached for the second clip. Her hands were steady now, and she placed the second clip on her other nipple. The pain was just as sharp, and she gasped again, her body reacting to the sensation.
The clips pulled her nipples taut, and she felt a deep, intense sensation that spread through her body. The pain was mixed with a strange, tingling pleasure, and she found herself becoming more and more aware of her body. The cold metal of the clips seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, and she felt a strange, tingling sensation that spread through her skin.
Victoria's heart raced, and she felt a surge of power within her. The pain was intense, but she found herself embracing it, the sensation heightening her awareness and making her feel more alive than ever before. She opened her eyes and looked at the book, the image of the binding table and the shadows dancing before her.
The allure of the dark path was strong, and she felt a growing determination to find the table and complete the ritual. The power promised by the book was immense, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
With a sense of purpose, Victoria stood up and removed the clips, her nipples still tingling from the sensation. Her was heart pounding, and walked to the window. The night was dark, and the air was cool and crisp. She felt a strange sense of anticipation and dread.
The power promised by the book was immense, but the price was steep. She took a deep breath and resolved to find the table and face whatever lay ahead.
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Victoria returned to her cottage, her mind racing with the information she had gathered. The castle of Branodunum was her next destination, and she was determined to find the table and complete the ritual. She felt a mix of excitement and trepidation, the allure of the power promised by the book driving her forward.
She packed a small bag with essentials: a canteen of water, some dried meat and bread, a small knife, and the mysterious book. She also included a silver chalice and a sprig of moonflower. She wondered if she should wear the underwear from the statue of Luna but decided to keep her attire simple. From the image, she knew she wouldn’t be wearing her simple dress for long when she got there.
As she prepared to leave, she glanced out the window, her heart pounding. There were whispers that she was being watched, and she had a feeling Aurik and the rangers were watching her, but she had to take the risk. The power she sought was too important to ignore. She took a sip of water as her throat was getting slightly dry, wondering why she wanted the power so intensely. She felt the power surge in her fingers, of course, she wanted to develop this power.
She took a deep breath and stepped out of her cottage, her resolve firm, wearing her sandals from Luna. The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the village, and the air was crisp and clear. She made her way to the edge of the village, where the path led north into the hills.
As soon as Victoria had stepped out of the village along the path to Castle Branodunum, Kira released her Kestral, which took to the sky, its keen eyes scanning the landscape. Kira and Eira then followed Victoria at a distance, staying hidden in the trees and shadows.
Meanwhile, Aurik, Thorne, and Grym began the search in Victoria’s cottage. Aurik read his warrant, cast an unlock spell, and slowly the three walked into the cottage. They had a look around, checking the drawers, and Thorne found the underwear of Luna, immediately feeling embarrassed on finding it.
Aurik examined it, and asked Thorne and Grym what they thought. The human and dwarf could only shrug their shoulders as Aurik then explained his theory.
"First, she’s not connected with the bandits. There’s no money or anything else she would have been asked to look after for a bunch of criminals. Second, the underwear Mr. Thorne found is very out of place considering the rest of her clothes are practical wear for being worn in a village like this one."
"So, I hear you wear did these fine items of filigree come from, as I doubt Miss Butterfield has ever been to the fine silk stores of Ithrill. Well, either the goddess Luna has decided to walk among us, or someone or something is playing Miss Butterfield."
Grym sighed, "So what you thinking, Aurik?"
"I sense powers from the outside, something unaware of the laws of the land, due to nature I suspect Demonic. Devils normally follow a code, Fey wouldn’t play the games, and Angels are more wholesome to wear something like that."
Thorne looked a little worried, "Demon, how powerful do you think?"
Aurik smiled, "I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s that powerful considering it’s trying to snare a young woman into selling her soul using sexual techniques and manipulating a small statue of the goddess of lust."
Aurik’s voice rose louder, "Anyway, whatever it is, this village and Castle Branodunum come under the protection of Ithrillian law. And Ithrillian law applies to demonic contracts."
It was about an hour since Victoria had set off to the Castle; Aurik spoke to the other rangers, explained where he was going to them, and gave them a couple of hours. He sent a flying message back to Ithrill to explain what had happened in the village and potential demon incursion.
Aurik, Thorne, and Grym then rode off towards the castle, preparing their weapons and spells of protection.
Meanwhile, Victoria walked at a steady pace, her mind focused on the task ahead. The path was narrow and winding, leading through dense forests and over rocky terrain. The ruins of Branodunum loomed in the distance, a dark and foreboding presence.
As Victoria approached the castle, the Kestral circled overhead, relaying information to Kira. The castle was indeed in ruins, with parts of the walls and towers collapsed. The main entrance was blocked by fallen stones, just as the search party had reported. Victoria carefully navigated the debris, her heart racing as she entered the castle grounds.
The interior was a labyrinth of broken walls and crumbling chambers. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the echo of distant whispers. Victoria felt a chill run down her spine but then electricity with the excitement of power. She pressed on, determined to find the room and the table.
Kira and Eira tracked Victoria’s movements, staying hidden in the shadows. They noted the direction she took and the areas she explored. Aurik sent a message to them, and they communicated back where they were.
Victoria reached a large, open chamber in the heart of the castle, which appeared freshly opened, stones and boulders having exploded away from the door that had sealed it.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few shafts of light piercing the darkness. In the center of the room, she found the table, just as described in the book. It was a heavy, dark wooden structure, with intricate carvings and leather bindings. The air around it seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
Victoria's heart raced as she approached the table, the room heavy with shadows all over. Her hand stroked the table, feeling the grain of the wood that made the table. She opened and closed the cuffs, seeing the steel spike that went into the cuffs to lock them. From there, she held the chains that kept the cuffs to the table, heavy with a clunking sound as Victoria placed it back on the table.
As she explored the room, her eyes were drawn to a small, ornate chest near the table. She approached it, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She lifted the lid, and inside, she found a collection of items that sent a shiver down her spine.
First, she picked up a long, leather whip. The leather was soft and supple, and the handle was intricately carved with symbols that seemed to pulse with dark energy. She ran her fingers along the leather, imagining the sting it would leave on her skin. She set it down, her breath quickening.
Next, she found a set of silk restraints, each end adorned with a small, silver buckle. The silk was smooth and cool to the touch, and she could almost feel the gentle pressure it would apply. She wrapped one around her wrist, feeling the restraint tighten, and then released it, placing it back in the chest.
She then discovered a small, wooden paddle, its surface smooth and polished. The handle was carved with intricate designs, and she could feel the weight of it in her hand. She imagined the sensation of it against her skin, the mix of pain and pleasure it would bring. She set it down, her heart racing.
Victoria's eyes were drawn to a set of nipple clamps, each attached to a chain. She picked up a pair, feeling the cold metal between her fingers. The clamps were designed with small, adjustable teeth that could be tightened to grip the skin. She attached the clamps to the chain and held a weight, about the size of an apple, at the end of the chain. She imagined the sensation of the weight pulling on her skin, the mix of pain and heightened sensitivity it would bring. She set it down, her heart pounding.
Next, she found a heavier set of nipple clamps, each with a longer chain and a weight the size of a small pear. She picked up the weight, feeling its heft in her hand. She imagined the intensity of the pull, the way it would stretch and tug at her skin. She set it down, her mind racing with the possibilities.
As she continued to explore the chest, her eyes fell on a set of smaller, more delicate clamps. They were different from the nipple clamps, with a more intricate design. She picked one up, examining it closely. The clamp was smaller and more finely crafted, with a polished surface. She wondered what it was for, and then it dawned on her. These were for her clitoris. She felt a surge of both fear and excitement. She imagined the sensation of the clamp, the way it would heighten her pleasure and the pinching pain. She set it down, her heart racing.
Victoria's eyes were drawn to a scold's bridle, a metal device with a bit that would fit in her mouth and a chain that could be locked around her head. She picked it up, feeling the cold metal and the weight of the bit. She imagined the sensation of the metal against her skin, the way it would press into her mouth and the chain around her head. She set it down, her mind filled with doubt.
Next, she found a ball gag made of ivory, smooth and cool to the touch. She imagined the sensation of the ivory ball in her mouth, the way it would silence her. She set it down, her heart pounding.
She then discovered a ring gag made from silver, with a small ring that would fit over her tongue. She picked it up, feeling the cool metal and the intricate design. She imagined the sensation of the ring, the way it would hold her tongue in place. She set it down, her mind filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
Victoria's eyes were drawn to a collection of simpler objects: wooden pegs, a metal comb, a dagger, and pins. She picked up a wooden peg, feeling its smooth surface. She imagined the sensation of the peg pressing into her skin, the way it would mark her. She set it down, her heart racing.
She then picked up the metal comb, feeling the cold metal teeth. She ran the comb through her fingers, feeling the sharp, cold metal against her skin. She imagined the sensation of the comb running through her hair, the way it would tug and pull, the cold metal biting into her scalp. She set it down, her mind filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
Next, she found a dagger, its blade sharp and deadly. She picked it up, feeling the weight and the cold metal. She imagined the sensation of the blade, the way it could cut and pierce. She set it down, her heart pounding.
Finally, she discovered a small, ornate wand, made of dark wood and inlaid with silver. She picked it up, feeling the weight and the smooth surface. As she held it, a dark energy seemed to pulse through her, filling her with a sense of power. She imagined herself all-powerful, able to command the forces of darkness.
Victoria took a deep breath, her resolve firm. She knew what she had to do. She stripped off her dress and laid down on the table, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
Her internal monologue told her that the power was worth it, that the darkness would make her strong and unbreakable. She imagined herself commanding the forces of the underworld, her will unbreakable.
She took another deep breath, her mind filled with determination. She pictured herself, bathed in the darkness with the power it would bring. She had no idea what she would do with the power, but she wanted the power first. Would she go to Ithrill to explore the city or find out what else was in this world.
She was ready for this.
It was time to lie on the table.
She packed a small bag with essentials: a canteen of water, some dried meat and bread, a small knife, and the mysterious book. She also included a silver chalice and a sprig of moonflower. She wondered if she should wear the underwear from the statue of Luna but decided to keep her attire simple. From the image, she knew she wouldn’t be wearing her simple dress for long when she got there.
As she prepared to leave, she glanced out the window, her heart pounding. There were whispers that she was being watched, and she had a feeling Aurik and the rangers were watching her, but she had to take the risk. The power she sought was too important to ignore. She took a sip of water as her throat was getting slightly dry, wondering why she wanted the power so intensely. She felt the power surge in her fingers, of course, she wanted to develop this power.
She took a deep breath and stepped out of her cottage, her resolve firm, wearing her sandals from Luna. The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the village, and the air was crisp and clear. She made her way to the edge of the village, where the path led north into the hills.
As soon as Victoria had stepped out of the village along the path to Castle Branodunum, Kira released her Kestral, which took to the sky, its keen eyes scanning the landscape. Kira and Eira then followed Victoria at a distance, staying hidden in the trees and shadows.
Meanwhile, Aurik, Thorne, and Grym began the search in Victoria’s cottage. Aurik read his warrant, cast an unlock spell, and slowly the three walked into the cottage. They had a look around, checking the drawers, and Thorne found the underwear of Luna, immediately feeling embarrassed on finding it.
Aurik examined it, and asked Thorne and Grym what they thought. The human and dwarf could only shrug their shoulders as Aurik then explained his theory.
"First, she’s not connected with the bandits. There’s no money or anything else she would have been asked to look after for a bunch of criminals. Second, the underwear Mr. Thorne found is very out of place considering the rest of her clothes are practical wear for being worn in a village like this one."
"So, I hear you wear did these fine items of filigree come from, as I doubt Miss Butterfield has ever been to the fine silk stores of Ithrill. Well, either the goddess Luna has decided to walk among us, or someone or something is playing Miss Butterfield."
Grym sighed, "So what you thinking, Aurik?"
"I sense powers from the outside, something unaware of the laws of the land, due to nature I suspect Demonic. Devils normally follow a code, Fey wouldn’t play the games, and Angels are more wholesome to wear something like that."
Thorne looked a little worried, "Demon, how powerful do you think?"
Aurik smiled, "I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s that powerful considering it’s trying to snare a young woman into selling her soul using sexual techniques and manipulating a small statue of the goddess of lust."
Aurik’s voice rose louder, "Anyway, whatever it is, this village and Castle Branodunum come under the protection of Ithrillian law. And Ithrillian law applies to demonic contracts."
It was about an hour since Victoria had set off to the Castle; Aurik spoke to the other rangers, explained where he was going to them, and gave them a couple of hours. He sent a flying message back to Ithrill to explain what had happened in the village and potential demon incursion.
Aurik, Thorne, and Grym then rode off towards the castle, preparing their weapons and spells of protection.
Meanwhile, Victoria walked at a steady pace, her mind focused on the task ahead. The path was narrow and winding, leading through dense forests and over rocky terrain. The ruins of Branodunum loomed in the distance, a dark and foreboding presence.
As Victoria approached the castle, the Kestral circled overhead, relaying information to Kira. The castle was indeed in ruins, with parts of the walls and towers collapsed. The main entrance was blocked by fallen stones, just as the search party had reported. Victoria carefully navigated the debris, her heart racing as she entered the castle grounds.
The interior was a labyrinth of broken walls and crumbling chambers. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the echo of distant whispers. Victoria felt a chill run down her spine but then electricity with the excitement of power. She pressed on, determined to find the room and the table.
Kira and Eira tracked Victoria’s movements, staying hidden in the shadows. They noted the direction she took and the areas she explored. Aurik sent a message to them, and they communicated back where they were.
Victoria reached a large, open chamber in the heart of the castle, which appeared freshly opened, stones and boulders having exploded away from the door that had sealed it.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few shafts of light piercing the darkness. In the center of the room, she found the table, just as described in the book. It was a heavy, dark wooden structure, with intricate carvings and leather bindings. The air around it seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
Victoria's heart raced as she approached the table, the room heavy with shadows all over. Her hand stroked the table, feeling the grain of the wood that made the table. She opened and closed the cuffs, seeing the steel spike that went into the cuffs to lock them. From there, she held the chains that kept the cuffs to the table, heavy with a clunking sound as Victoria placed it back on the table.
As she explored the room, her eyes were drawn to a small, ornate chest near the table. She approached it, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She lifted the lid, and inside, she found a collection of items that sent a shiver down her spine.
First, she picked up a long, leather whip. The leather was soft and supple, and the handle was intricately carved with symbols that seemed to pulse with dark energy. She ran her fingers along the leather, imagining the sting it would leave on her skin. She set it down, her breath quickening.
Next, she found a set of silk restraints, each end adorned with a small, silver buckle. The silk was smooth and cool to the touch, and she could almost feel the gentle pressure it would apply. She wrapped one around her wrist, feeling the restraint tighten, and then released it, placing it back in the chest.
She then discovered a small, wooden paddle, its surface smooth and polished. The handle was carved with intricate designs, and she could feel the weight of it in her hand. She imagined the sensation of it against her skin, the mix of pain and pleasure it would bring. She set it down, her heart racing.
Victoria's eyes were drawn to a set of nipple clamps, each attached to a chain. She picked up a pair, feeling the cold metal between her fingers. The clamps were designed with small, adjustable teeth that could be tightened to grip the skin. She attached the clamps to the chain and held a weight, about the size of an apple, at the end of the chain. She imagined the sensation of the weight pulling on her skin, the mix of pain and heightened sensitivity it would bring. She set it down, her heart pounding.
Next, she found a heavier set of nipple clamps, each with a longer chain and a weight the size of a small pear. She picked up the weight, feeling its heft in her hand. She imagined the intensity of the pull, the way it would stretch and tug at her skin. She set it down, her mind racing with the possibilities.
As she continued to explore the chest, her eyes fell on a set of smaller, more delicate clamps. They were different from the nipple clamps, with a more intricate design. She picked one up, examining it closely. The clamp was smaller and more finely crafted, with a polished surface. She wondered what it was for, and then it dawned on her. These were for her clitoris. She felt a surge of both fear and excitement. She imagined the sensation of the clamp, the way it would heighten her pleasure and the pinching pain. She set it down, her heart racing.
Victoria's eyes were drawn to a scold's bridle, a metal device with a bit that would fit in her mouth and a chain that could be locked around her head. She picked it up, feeling the cold metal and the weight of the bit. She imagined the sensation of the metal against her skin, the way it would press into her mouth and the chain around her head. She set it down, her mind filled with doubt.
Next, she found a ball gag made of ivory, smooth and cool to the touch. She imagined the sensation of the ivory ball in her mouth, the way it would silence her. She set it down, her heart pounding.
She then discovered a ring gag made from silver, with a small ring that would fit over her tongue. She picked it up, feeling the cool metal and the intricate design. She imagined the sensation of the ring, the way it would hold her tongue in place. She set it down, her mind filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
Victoria's eyes were drawn to a collection of simpler objects: wooden pegs, a metal comb, a dagger, and pins. She picked up a wooden peg, feeling its smooth surface. She imagined the sensation of the peg pressing into her skin, the way it would mark her. She set it down, her heart racing.
She then picked up the metal comb, feeling the cold metal teeth. She ran the comb through her fingers, feeling the sharp, cold metal against her skin. She imagined the sensation of the comb running through her hair, the way it would tug and pull, the cold metal biting into her scalp. She set it down, her mind filled with a mix of fear and excitement.
Next, she found a dagger, its blade sharp and deadly. She picked it up, feeling the weight and the cold metal. She imagined the sensation of the blade, the way it could cut and pierce. She set it down, her heart pounding.
Finally, she discovered a small, ornate wand, made of dark wood and inlaid with silver. She picked it up, feeling the weight and the smooth surface. As she held it, a dark energy seemed to pulse through her, filling her with a sense of power. She imagined herself all-powerful, able to command the forces of darkness.
Victoria took a deep breath, her resolve firm. She knew what she had to do. She stripped off her dress and laid down on the table, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
Her internal monologue told her that the power was worth it, that the darkness would make her strong and unbreakable. She imagined herself commanding the forces of the underworld, her will unbreakable.
She took another deep breath, her mind filled with determination. She pictured herself, bathed in the darkness with the power it would bring. She had no idea what she would do with the power, but she wanted the power first. Would she go to Ithrill to explore the city or find out what else was in this world.
She was ready for this.
It was time to lie on the table.
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Decided to change the title of the story and now moving the story along.
Again any comments would be appreciated.
There's also a section inbetween if you want to find out why they were searching her cottage
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Again any comments would be appreciated.
There's also a section inbetween if you want to find out why they were searching her cottage
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Victoria sat her ass onto the table, twisted around, and crawled over to the cuffs. She lay down to place herself into position where the cuffs were. She stretched her fingers and limbs, wondering how long she would be bound for, and cracked her fingers.
Victoria started to bind herself to the table. First, she took the ankle cuffs and locked them around her slender ankles. She felt the weight on her ankles when she placed the locking pin into the cuffs. The chains were loose on her ankles while her wrists were still uncuffed. She then lay down again, pulling the wrist cuffs down and locking them, with the chains to the wrist cuffs slack. She started by locking her left wrist first and then the right.
Once the locking pin for her right wrist was placed in, she smelled something burning and then felt heat at her wrists and ankles. The chains were still loose, and she moved her right wrist to see what was happening. It appeared the locking pin had melted and then solidified in the cuff, and Victoria realized she was here for a long time.
The next thing Victoria knew was that the chains that bound her now started to tighten, one click at a time. There was a whistling sound that lasted for a minute, and then a wheel would move to pull the chains. At first, Victoria felt calm, but after five minutes of the clicking, her limbs were being pulled, and she was in a rigid position.
Finally, the wheel stopped, and the shadows in the room started to move around, flowing over her body, caressing all parts of her body. Nipples were pinched by the darkness, at first lasting for a second and then taking longer. Initially, the shadows were cold, but gradually they got warmer as they caressed her body.
The shadow got thicker as it played with her. Victoria wondered what it was doing, not expecting this considering all of the various items around the room. The shadow then flowed off her body and table and started to solidify into a humanoid form. A tall, corpulent body dressed in fine clothing of an ancient style, much like a toga, emerged. It had wings springing from its back, black sharp horns pointing from its forehead, and long fingers with black obsidian claws. Its eyes were pure gold and examined every inch of Victoria’s naked, restrained body.
It wandered around the table, still examining her, looking at her pubic hair and labia with a focus that Victoria felt was burning her. It licked its lips and crouched down to her head, whispering in a gruff, deep voice, “Do you still want power, young Victoria?â€
Victoria replied, “Yes.†She knew she had to face her demons to obtain the power she felt she wanted, and here it was in all demonic form.
“Good,†it said slowly, slightly elongating the 'd' as it replied.
“You are to be tested, to see if you are worthy of the power that I can provide for you, if you are ready to join my coterie.â€
“What is the test, oh Master?†Victoria asked, trying to appear confident, as much as one can be naked and bound on a table.
“Oh, you shall find out,†it said as it opened the chest Victoria had been looking at a few minutes ago.
It clicked its right claw, and from each corner of the table, metal poles rose, and then struts connected the poles, creating a scaffolding across the table. Victoria looked around at the structure and wondered what was to happen next.
The demon then took out some chains from the chest and tied them to the top of the strut form. From there, it took out a number of nipple clamps. Victoria looked at them, thinking there were not that many clamps when she was looking at them earlier. It took two of the clamps, grasping them to open them to their widest and, once its claws had rested on her breasts, released the nipple clamps to pinch her nipples with a sharper stinging pain than she had experienced putting the clamp on her nipple more carefully.
Victoria let out a sharp exhale of breath, doing all she could to not scream, closing her mouth. The demon took its left claw's index finger and ran it over her lips, tapping them and, after smiling, said, “It’s okay to scream,†in its gruff manner. The second pair of clamps were quickly squeezed onto her nipples, and Victoria took the permission to scream, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,†before taking a breath and adjusting her body to the pain.
The chains the demon had attached to the metal frame were then attached to the nipple clamp chains. The demon pulled the chains taut, and Victoria felt a sharp tug on her nipples. She gasped, her body arching slightly as the pain intensified.
The demon then took out the weights from the chest, the ones she had examined earlier. Each weight was about the size of an apple, and they were heavy and cold to the touch. The demon attached the weights to the chains, and Victoria felt the added weight pulling on her nipples, stretching and tugging them even more.
The chains pulled tighter, and Victoria felt a burning sensation as the clamps and weights strained her skin. The demon adjusted the weights, making sure they were evenly distributed, and then took a step back to observe her.
Victoria’s breaths were rapid and shallow, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensations. She felt a mix of pain and a strange, tingling pleasure, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming experience.
The demon’s eyes glowed with satisfaction. “You are strong, Victoria. But the test is far from over. Are you ready to face more?â€
Victoria, despite the pain, nodded firmly. “Yes, Master. I am ready.â€
The demon smiled, a cruel and knowing smile. “Very well. Let us see how far you can go.â€
With that, from the shadows came tendrils extending over the table, slowly gathering pace as the little black strands came up, flicking her pussy, pinching her nipples and playing with her hair, Victoria moaned slightly from the pressure of pain and pleasure at the different points of her body.
From there the Demon placed on the metal scaffolding surrounding over her body a number of candles which were lit and slowly the molten wax started to melt to start dripping over her body.
Victoria took a deep breath as the first hot molten wax blob dropped onto her body, first on her upper thigh, then a stinging ball landing on her stretched pinched nipple made her moan fuck repeatley.
As she moaned, the tendrils around her pussy started to stroke and pull apart her labia, making her wet as the stroking intensified.
The Demon grabbed a riding crop from the chest, and using the leather crop, stroking her body and making her labia aware of the leather. He started to slightly slap against her pussy using the crop, while the shadows intensified their stroking of her pussy, teasing against her clit.
The Demon then looked at Victoria and asked her to start counting, every time she counted to 10 he would strike her clit. He explained he wanted her to embrace when she said 10 to call the shadows to start to pull in the power.
Victoria counted to 8 when Aurik came into the chamber, took one look at the situation and taking a deep breath took his symbol of Kreditos, gripped it and said to the Demon to pause.
With that the Demon turned around and looked at the halfling in his pinstripe suit, hat and symbol of Kreditos and laughed slightly. “My, what a minor thing has brought itself into my chamberâ€.
Aurik stared at the Demon, holding his symbol, taking breath and said.
“I am the duly representative of the law of Ithrill in these lands, you are an unregistered outer entity and I am here to ensure that the law is upheld.â€
The Demon laughed, this little creature was trying implement law in his own chamber to his willing victim. He would snap this little creature in a few minutes but let’s humour the tiny thing.
“So lawman, why should I be concerned with the law?†The Demon turned to Victoria “I didn’t tell you to stop counting.â€
Victoria looked down, what was Aurik doing here, she was on the cusp of power, the pain and pleasure was starting to take over her body and then remembered to say nine.
When Victoria said ten, the Demon slapped her pussy with the crop, the stinging pain when the leather tongue struck her labia and stung. With her body wriggling from the sting of the crop, she shook the table and a number of wax droplets fell from the candles, stinging her thighs, breasts, upper arms and once that had calmed down a final drop of wax then fell onto her pussy, making the red lips more inflamed as the wax droplets solidified onto her flesh.
Victoria started to count to 10 again as Aurik walked towards the Demon.
“Mr Demon, what is your name sir, not your actual name but the name I can use to talk to you?â€
“Magnus, little lawmanâ€
“Ah Magnus, thank you. I will explain some things to you firstâ€
“Fiveâ€
“Now Mr Magnus, looking at your style of dress, you’ve not been in the mortal plane for many years. Are you aware of the land of Corrith?â€
“Sixâ€
“Corrith? What is that nameâ€
“Ah, Corrith was the name of the northern place, I think if has been many, many years since you were here. I’m guessing your descendants built this place when you had been in the pits of the abyss?â€
“Sevenâ€
“I will admit little lawman it has been many years since I came to attended the mortal realms. But I worked my way up through guile, cunning and abilityâ€.
“Eightâ€
“Well Magnus, since you left the mortal realms, there have been many changes. And, one of the big changes is this area now comes under the protection of the city of Ithrillâ€
“Nineâ€
“And Magnus, I will now notify what will happen to you, and please Victoria listen carefully before you say 10 as the ultimate power Magnus is promising you will be cancelled if anything happens to meâ€
“Oh, okay, unnnner fuck†Victoria screamed as more drops of wax dripped onto her body, the tendrils started to get more intense on her pussy and Magnus slapped her pussy a little more intensely.
“Ten†Said Magnus.
“ So Magnus, I will inform you where we stand and how I can benefit youâ€
“Go on, and go onâ€
“Oneâ€
“Magnus, you are what the city of Ithrill counts as an outerworld or outerdimentional creature, you have a right to exist as long as you follow the laws of Ithrill. I have dealt with many creatures like yourself before in the past and I feel you could be an asset to the cityâ€
“Twoâ€
“Now if you were to strike me, the city of Ithrill would take it upon itself to avenge my death as a legal representative. And they wouldn’t just strike you down to go back to the pits of hell or the abyss or whether you came fromâ€
“Threeâ€
“The revenge would not be to kill you, the revenge would be to bind you to some weapon or talismanâ€
“Fourâ€
“Go on little Lawmanâ€
“Secondly, I am a priest of Kreditos, and if you were to strike me, then my god would happily send Archons, Archangels and other radiant beings to strike you down and burn you to a holy crispâ€
“Fiveâ€
“Okay Mr Lawman, you’ve earned your right to talk, you have my attentionâ€
“Sixâ€
And with that Magnus the Demon walked over to Aurik and grabbed a pair of chairs for him and Aurik to sit down.
“Sevenâ€
Magnus from the shadows summoned a black humanoid creature, passed it the crop and it took position as Victoria continued to count.
“Eightâ€
“Nineâ€
“Tenâ€
The shadow with the crop then slapped Victoria’s pussy harder than Magnus had been hitting her, she screamed and took deeper breaths, the stinging sensation flowed through her body and she moaned. Taking a deep breath, Victoria resumed counting.
“Oneâ€
“So Magnus, what have you offered Victoriaâ€
“The Power I can provide for herâ€
“And did you explain what she gives in return?â€
“Twoâ€
“No lawman, why do I need to, I take her soul in return for giving her powerâ€
“Ah, Mr Magnus, you can’t just assume she knows she is giving her soul to you, what will you do with her soul?â€
“Why, she will join my immortal harem on her deathâ€
“Three, Harem?â€
“You see Magnus, as Victoria has the protections of Ithrill, if you carry on, then if the college of contracts find out, the contract will be void, Victoria gains no power and you get kicked out of the mortal realmsâ€
“Four, what do you mean Harem, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckâ€
As Victoria counted to Four, more drops of wax fell on her body, a number of the blobs landing and solidifying on her pulled nipples.
“Who are the College of Contracts Lawman?â€
“They are the organisation who if you agree to do what I want you to do, will not just allow you to provide Victoria with the power you promise, but when they come to talk, they will offer the ability to gain more followersâ€
“Five, Six, Seven, Why are you leaving me here?â€
Magnus pointed to the shadow and it slapped Victoria twice on the pussy with the crop and then started to flick its wrist in between her thighs.
“I didn’t say stop countingâ€
“Eightâ€
“So Magnus, I need to confirm you can provide Miss Butterfield with the power you have promisedâ€
“I can, I have spent a thousand years in servitude to various demon lords to the position I hold todayâ€
“Nineâ€
“And how did you come into the mortal realmsâ€
“I don’t know, I had noticed the barriers between the abyss and here were weak and decided to make my moveâ€
“Ten, aahh fuckâ€
Victoria took another breath after the riding crop had slapped her pussy again. The burning electric sensation through her body was getting more intense, as if the shadows were calling her to join them.
“Very well, Magnus do you have any followers in the mortal realms already?â€
“No, Victoria is my first follower since I entered the mortal realmsâ€
“Oneâ€
“Do you have any general demonic followers who have used your name in order to commit bandit acts?â€
“No, as I said Lawman, I have only entered the mortal realms over the last few daysâ€
“Twoâ€
“Right, Magnus, you need to explain to Victoria exactly what she will be giving up before she hands over her soul, it’s the standard process of the College of Contracts when dealing with entities such as youâ€
“Threeâ€
“Should I stop punishing her?â€
“No, if you do, she will not gain her power and you will not gain her soul, I recommend a whispering monologue possibly while she is gagged, its what the previous demon I negotiated with did with their willing warlockâ€
“Four, what are you talking about, ow, oh fuckâ€
Another balls of wax dropped onto Victoria body, the drops of wax started to increase onto her body.
“Victoria, Magnus here may have offered you ultimate power, but you are entitled to know what your demon can offer you. Magnus is a pretty powerful demon and I get he is able to offer you the power you desire, otherwise you are offering your soul and your physical torment for his pleasure.â€
“Five, what, are, you, talking, about?â€
She paused after every word as the shadowy tendrils massaging her pussy were not getting deeper and she is getting wet.
“Magnus may be a powerful demon, but you come under the protection of Ithrill, and if Magnus doesn’t properly explain what will happen to your soul, you don’t get the power he offersâ€
“So lawman, what do I need to do so I can get back to corrupting Victoria?â€
Aurik handed his copy of Negotiations With Fiends, Fey, and the Farout to the demon, “Read chapter 7 and chapter 8, then while you readâ€
“Sixâ€
“You will sign my contract saying you will abide to the laws and customs of Ithrill, follow the guidance of the College of Contracts and promise the power you offer.
“And what do I get in return Lawman?â€
“Sevenâ€
“Well, when the College of Contracts get in contact and they will, they will ask you how many acolytes you will like?â€
“Eight, wait, what do you mean acolytes, oh fuckâ€
“Sorry Victoria, Magnus here as a Demon will probably have other willing acolytes who want to join him once the college agree with him other termsâ€
“So Lawman, you are not here to dismiss me, you want to offer me a dealâ€
“No Magnus, I want you to follow the laws of Ithrill, you benefit, Victoria here benefits and I ensure the law is upheldâ€
“Nineâ€
“Very well Lawman, I shall read your book, sign your contract and await this college to contact meâ€
“Ten, oh fuckâ€
Victoria screamed again as the riding crop went from slapping her thighs to a firm whack on her cunt.
Aurik started to write the contact out as Victoria continued to count.
Victoria started to bind herself to the table. First, she took the ankle cuffs and locked them around her slender ankles. She felt the weight on her ankles when she placed the locking pin into the cuffs. The chains were loose on her ankles while her wrists were still uncuffed. She then lay down again, pulling the wrist cuffs down and locking them, with the chains to the wrist cuffs slack. She started by locking her left wrist first and then the right.
Once the locking pin for her right wrist was placed in, she smelled something burning and then felt heat at her wrists and ankles. The chains were still loose, and she moved her right wrist to see what was happening. It appeared the locking pin had melted and then solidified in the cuff, and Victoria realized she was here for a long time.
The next thing Victoria knew was that the chains that bound her now started to tighten, one click at a time. There was a whistling sound that lasted for a minute, and then a wheel would move to pull the chains. At first, Victoria felt calm, but after five minutes of the clicking, her limbs were being pulled, and she was in a rigid position.
Finally, the wheel stopped, and the shadows in the room started to move around, flowing over her body, caressing all parts of her body. Nipples were pinched by the darkness, at first lasting for a second and then taking longer. Initially, the shadows were cold, but gradually they got warmer as they caressed her body.
The shadow got thicker as it played with her. Victoria wondered what it was doing, not expecting this considering all of the various items around the room. The shadow then flowed off her body and table and started to solidify into a humanoid form. A tall, corpulent body dressed in fine clothing of an ancient style, much like a toga, emerged. It had wings springing from its back, black sharp horns pointing from its forehead, and long fingers with black obsidian claws. Its eyes were pure gold and examined every inch of Victoria’s naked, restrained body.
It wandered around the table, still examining her, looking at her pubic hair and labia with a focus that Victoria felt was burning her. It licked its lips and crouched down to her head, whispering in a gruff, deep voice, “Do you still want power, young Victoria?â€
Victoria replied, “Yes.†She knew she had to face her demons to obtain the power she felt she wanted, and here it was in all demonic form.
“Good,†it said slowly, slightly elongating the 'd' as it replied.
“You are to be tested, to see if you are worthy of the power that I can provide for you, if you are ready to join my coterie.â€
“What is the test, oh Master?†Victoria asked, trying to appear confident, as much as one can be naked and bound on a table.
“Oh, you shall find out,†it said as it opened the chest Victoria had been looking at a few minutes ago.
It clicked its right claw, and from each corner of the table, metal poles rose, and then struts connected the poles, creating a scaffolding across the table. Victoria looked around at the structure and wondered what was to happen next.
The demon then took out some chains from the chest and tied them to the top of the strut form. From there, it took out a number of nipple clamps. Victoria looked at them, thinking there were not that many clamps when she was looking at them earlier. It took two of the clamps, grasping them to open them to their widest and, once its claws had rested on her breasts, released the nipple clamps to pinch her nipples with a sharper stinging pain than she had experienced putting the clamp on her nipple more carefully.
Victoria let out a sharp exhale of breath, doing all she could to not scream, closing her mouth. The demon took its left claw's index finger and ran it over her lips, tapping them and, after smiling, said, “It’s okay to scream,†in its gruff manner. The second pair of clamps were quickly squeezed onto her nipples, and Victoria took the permission to scream, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,†before taking a breath and adjusting her body to the pain.
The chains the demon had attached to the metal frame were then attached to the nipple clamp chains. The demon pulled the chains taut, and Victoria felt a sharp tug on her nipples. She gasped, her body arching slightly as the pain intensified.
The demon then took out the weights from the chest, the ones she had examined earlier. Each weight was about the size of an apple, and they were heavy and cold to the touch. The demon attached the weights to the chains, and Victoria felt the added weight pulling on her nipples, stretching and tugging them even more.
The chains pulled tighter, and Victoria felt a burning sensation as the clamps and weights strained her skin. The demon adjusted the weights, making sure they were evenly distributed, and then took a step back to observe her.
Victoria’s breaths were rapid and shallow, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensations. She felt a mix of pain and a strange, tingling pleasure, her mind struggling to process the overwhelming experience.
The demon’s eyes glowed with satisfaction. “You are strong, Victoria. But the test is far from over. Are you ready to face more?â€
Victoria, despite the pain, nodded firmly. “Yes, Master. I am ready.â€
The demon smiled, a cruel and knowing smile. “Very well. Let us see how far you can go.â€
With that, from the shadows came tendrils extending over the table, slowly gathering pace as the little black strands came up, flicking her pussy, pinching her nipples and playing with her hair, Victoria moaned slightly from the pressure of pain and pleasure at the different points of her body.
From there the Demon placed on the metal scaffolding surrounding over her body a number of candles which were lit and slowly the molten wax started to melt to start dripping over her body.
Victoria took a deep breath as the first hot molten wax blob dropped onto her body, first on her upper thigh, then a stinging ball landing on her stretched pinched nipple made her moan fuck repeatley.
As she moaned, the tendrils around her pussy started to stroke and pull apart her labia, making her wet as the stroking intensified.
The Demon grabbed a riding crop from the chest, and using the leather crop, stroking her body and making her labia aware of the leather. He started to slightly slap against her pussy using the crop, while the shadows intensified their stroking of her pussy, teasing against her clit.
The Demon then looked at Victoria and asked her to start counting, every time she counted to 10 he would strike her clit. He explained he wanted her to embrace when she said 10 to call the shadows to start to pull in the power.
Victoria counted to 8 when Aurik came into the chamber, took one look at the situation and taking a deep breath took his symbol of Kreditos, gripped it and said to the Demon to pause.
With that the Demon turned around and looked at the halfling in his pinstripe suit, hat and symbol of Kreditos and laughed slightly. “My, what a minor thing has brought itself into my chamberâ€.
Aurik stared at the Demon, holding his symbol, taking breath and said.
“I am the duly representative of the law of Ithrill in these lands, you are an unregistered outer entity and I am here to ensure that the law is upheld.â€
The Demon laughed, this little creature was trying implement law in his own chamber to his willing victim. He would snap this little creature in a few minutes but let’s humour the tiny thing.
“So lawman, why should I be concerned with the law?†The Demon turned to Victoria “I didn’t tell you to stop counting.â€
Victoria looked down, what was Aurik doing here, she was on the cusp of power, the pain and pleasure was starting to take over her body and then remembered to say nine.
When Victoria said ten, the Demon slapped her pussy with the crop, the stinging pain when the leather tongue struck her labia and stung. With her body wriggling from the sting of the crop, she shook the table and a number of wax droplets fell from the candles, stinging her thighs, breasts, upper arms and once that had calmed down a final drop of wax then fell onto her pussy, making the red lips more inflamed as the wax droplets solidified onto her flesh.
Victoria started to count to 10 again as Aurik walked towards the Demon.
“Mr Demon, what is your name sir, not your actual name but the name I can use to talk to you?â€
“Magnus, little lawmanâ€
“Ah Magnus, thank you. I will explain some things to you firstâ€
“Fiveâ€
“Now Mr Magnus, looking at your style of dress, you’ve not been in the mortal plane for many years. Are you aware of the land of Corrith?â€
“Sixâ€
“Corrith? What is that nameâ€
“Ah, Corrith was the name of the northern place, I think if has been many, many years since you were here. I’m guessing your descendants built this place when you had been in the pits of the abyss?â€
“Sevenâ€
“I will admit little lawman it has been many years since I came to attended the mortal realms. But I worked my way up through guile, cunning and abilityâ€.
“Eightâ€
“Well Magnus, since you left the mortal realms, there have been many changes. And, one of the big changes is this area now comes under the protection of the city of Ithrillâ€
“Nineâ€
“And Magnus, I will now notify what will happen to you, and please Victoria listen carefully before you say 10 as the ultimate power Magnus is promising you will be cancelled if anything happens to meâ€
“Oh, okay, unnnner fuck†Victoria screamed as more drops of wax dripped onto her body, the tendrils started to get more intense on her pussy and Magnus slapped her pussy a little more intensely.
“Ten†Said Magnus.
“ So Magnus, I will inform you where we stand and how I can benefit youâ€
“Go on, and go onâ€
“Oneâ€
“Magnus, you are what the city of Ithrill counts as an outerworld or outerdimentional creature, you have a right to exist as long as you follow the laws of Ithrill. I have dealt with many creatures like yourself before in the past and I feel you could be an asset to the cityâ€
“Twoâ€
“Now if you were to strike me, the city of Ithrill would take it upon itself to avenge my death as a legal representative. And they wouldn’t just strike you down to go back to the pits of hell or the abyss or whether you came fromâ€
“Threeâ€
“The revenge would not be to kill you, the revenge would be to bind you to some weapon or talismanâ€
“Fourâ€
“Go on little Lawmanâ€
“Secondly, I am a priest of Kreditos, and if you were to strike me, then my god would happily send Archons, Archangels and other radiant beings to strike you down and burn you to a holy crispâ€
“Fiveâ€
“Okay Mr Lawman, you’ve earned your right to talk, you have my attentionâ€
“Sixâ€
And with that Magnus the Demon walked over to Aurik and grabbed a pair of chairs for him and Aurik to sit down.
“Sevenâ€
Magnus from the shadows summoned a black humanoid creature, passed it the crop and it took position as Victoria continued to count.
“Eightâ€
“Nineâ€
“Tenâ€
The shadow with the crop then slapped Victoria’s pussy harder than Magnus had been hitting her, she screamed and took deeper breaths, the stinging sensation flowed through her body and she moaned. Taking a deep breath, Victoria resumed counting.
“Oneâ€
“So Magnus, what have you offered Victoriaâ€
“The Power I can provide for herâ€
“And did you explain what she gives in return?â€
“Twoâ€
“No lawman, why do I need to, I take her soul in return for giving her powerâ€
“Ah, Mr Magnus, you can’t just assume she knows she is giving her soul to you, what will you do with her soul?â€
“Why, she will join my immortal harem on her deathâ€
“Three, Harem?â€
“You see Magnus, as Victoria has the protections of Ithrill, if you carry on, then if the college of contracts find out, the contract will be void, Victoria gains no power and you get kicked out of the mortal realmsâ€
“Four, what do you mean Harem, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckâ€
As Victoria counted to Four, more drops of wax fell on her body, a number of the blobs landing and solidifying on her pulled nipples.
“Who are the College of Contracts Lawman?â€
“They are the organisation who if you agree to do what I want you to do, will not just allow you to provide Victoria with the power you promise, but when they come to talk, they will offer the ability to gain more followersâ€
“Five, Six, Seven, Why are you leaving me here?â€
Magnus pointed to the shadow and it slapped Victoria twice on the pussy with the crop and then started to flick its wrist in between her thighs.
“I didn’t say stop countingâ€
“Eightâ€
“So Magnus, I need to confirm you can provide Miss Butterfield with the power you have promisedâ€
“I can, I have spent a thousand years in servitude to various demon lords to the position I hold todayâ€
“Nineâ€
“And how did you come into the mortal realmsâ€
“I don’t know, I had noticed the barriers between the abyss and here were weak and decided to make my moveâ€
“Ten, aahh fuckâ€
Victoria took another breath after the riding crop had slapped her pussy again. The burning electric sensation through her body was getting more intense, as if the shadows were calling her to join them.
“Very well, Magnus do you have any followers in the mortal realms already?â€
“No, Victoria is my first follower since I entered the mortal realmsâ€
“Oneâ€
“Do you have any general demonic followers who have used your name in order to commit bandit acts?â€
“No, as I said Lawman, I have only entered the mortal realms over the last few daysâ€
“Twoâ€
“Right, Magnus, you need to explain to Victoria exactly what she will be giving up before she hands over her soul, it’s the standard process of the College of Contracts when dealing with entities such as youâ€
“Threeâ€
“Should I stop punishing her?â€
“No, if you do, she will not gain her power and you will not gain her soul, I recommend a whispering monologue possibly while she is gagged, its what the previous demon I negotiated with did with their willing warlockâ€
“Four, what are you talking about, ow, oh fuckâ€
Another balls of wax dropped onto Victoria body, the drops of wax started to increase onto her body.
“Victoria, Magnus here may have offered you ultimate power, but you are entitled to know what your demon can offer you. Magnus is a pretty powerful demon and I get he is able to offer you the power you desire, otherwise you are offering your soul and your physical torment for his pleasure.â€
“Five, what, are, you, talking, about?â€
She paused after every word as the shadowy tendrils massaging her pussy were not getting deeper and she is getting wet.
“Magnus may be a powerful demon, but you come under the protection of Ithrill, and if Magnus doesn’t properly explain what will happen to your soul, you don’t get the power he offersâ€
“So lawman, what do I need to do so I can get back to corrupting Victoria?â€
Aurik handed his copy of Negotiations With Fiends, Fey, and the Farout to the demon, “Read chapter 7 and chapter 8, then while you readâ€
“Sixâ€
“You will sign my contract saying you will abide to the laws and customs of Ithrill, follow the guidance of the College of Contracts and promise the power you offer.
“And what do I get in return Lawman?â€
“Sevenâ€
“Well, when the College of Contracts get in contact and they will, they will ask you how many acolytes you will like?â€
“Eight, wait, what do you mean acolytes, oh fuckâ€
“Sorry Victoria, Magnus here as a Demon will probably have other willing acolytes who want to join him once the college agree with him other termsâ€
“So Lawman, you are not here to dismiss me, you want to offer me a dealâ€
“No Magnus, I want you to follow the laws of Ithrill, you benefit, Victoria here benefits and I ensure the law is upheldâ€
“Nineâ€
“Very well Lawman, I shall read your book, sign your contract and await this college to contact meâ€
“Ten, oh fuckâ€
Victoria screamed again as the riding crop went from slapping her thighs to a firm whack on her cunt.
Aurik started to write the contact out as Victoria continued to count.
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Aurik continued to write the contract, his quill moving swiftly across the parchment. The room was thick with the scent of burning wax and the dark energy that pulsed from the shadows. Victoria's breaths were shallow, her body trembling from the intensity of the sensations.
Aurik paused and looked up at Magnus. “First, let us establish the terms clearly. You, Magnus, are to provide Victoria with the power you have promised, in return for her to join your harem in her death, but you are not to make that death early. Allow her to grow the small power you give her to develop herself. I am sure when her time is due, she will be a very dutiable wife for your harem.â€
Victoria continued to count, her voice a mix of pain and determination. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt the riding crop strike her pussy with each count of ten, the pain mingling with a strange, tingling pleasure. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending heightened. She focused on the numbers, trying to maintain control. As she counted, she did not imagine experiencing the pain and ecstasy while a legal conversation was going on.
Magnus crossed his arms, his eyes glowing with a mixture of amusement and calculation. “I can provide the power, but I need to ensure that Victoria can handle and grow it. As part of the agreement, there will be times where she will need to visit me to allow her to grow. There may be times when I will require her to assist when I am expanding my harem.â€
Victoria’s breath hitched as she reached “nine.†She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the next strike. “Ten.†The riding crop slapped her pussy, and she moaned, her body arching slightly.
Aurik nodded, his expression serious. “Understood. Victoria must be fully informed and willing. She will need to be able to handle the power and learn to assist you from time to time and indulge your whims when required.â€
Aurik scribbled down on the contract to be updated with the full agreement of The College of Contracts. “At some point, Magnus, the College will be sending their representatives to speak to you. Are you by chance connected to the Purple Lord?â€
“Yes, my castles and fortresses in the Abyss are in his Lordship’s realms.â€
“I shall make a note of that in my report.â€
Victoria’s body was a mix of pain and pleasure, the shadows caressing her skin, the wax dripping onto her body. She started counting again, her voice steady. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria’s mind was a battleground. She wanted the power more than anything, but the pain and the fear were real. She felt the weight of the decision, knowing that this was a point of no return. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the numbers.
Yet here she was, lying down, her nipples pulled and from where she could see they were starting to turn purple. The dripping wax on her flesh had reformed but was still moist from the warmth of her skin and the sweat that was glistening. Her back from lying down was soaking, and she could feel the bruise that was forming on the left side of her labia with the accurate slap the crop was making with her pussy.
Victoria’s body tensed as she reached “nine†again. “Nine...†She took a deep breath and said, “Ten.†The riding crop struck her harder this time, and she gasped, her body writhing on the table.
It took about five minutes for the final draft of the contract to be drafted. In that time, Victoria had counted to ten twenty-one times. The bruise on the left of her labia was growing ever larger. She felt she could heal it better from the little healing magic she knew from tending to the chapel, if only her hands were bound. She felt a lot more electric and ready to discharge the power she was gathering from the shadows.
Magnus leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. “Very well, Mr. Fielding. I will explain the terms to Victoria and ensure she understands. But I must warn you, little lawman, the power I offer comes with a price. Victoria will feel the effects of the dark magic, and it will change her.â€
Aurik’s expression did not waver. “That is understood. I have seen it many a time when those that deal with outer individuals as yourself, not just evil, good too. She will be protected by the laws of Ithrill and the College of Contracts, as will you be. Tell me, how far can you move out of the castle?â€
Magnus looked, “I have freedom here in this room. I must thank my descendants for building it. I am not able to leave the chamber, but I was able to scatter my book to the village.â€
Victoria’s body was a mix of burning pain and tingling pleasure. She started counting again, her voice a little weaker. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria’s mind was a whirlwind. She felt the riding crop strike her, the pain sharp and intense. She tried to focus on the numbers, but the sensations were overwhelming. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She also felt the shadows writhe over her body, the rhythm in the massage was electric, and she felt she could take on anything once she was released.
Magnus stood up and walked over to the table, his eyes fixed on Victoria. “Victoria, listen carefully. I will provide you with the power you seek, but in exchange, you will be bound to me. Your soul will be mine, and you will serve me in the mortal realm when I desire you and to enhance the power I give you now to grow. I will also require you from time to time to assist in the abyss in my various plots when you are ready. Finally, on the point of your death, you will then join my harem, wear my collar and cuffs, and pleasure me for the eons to come. Do you understand?â€
Victoria’s body was on fire, the shadows caressing her skin, the wax dripping onto her body. She reached “nine†again. “Nine...†She took a deep breath and said, “Ten.†The riding crop struck her, and she moaned, her body arching slightly.
Aurik stepped forward, his voice firm. “Victoria, you must understand the full implications. The power Magnus offers is real, but so is the price. Your soul will be bound to him, and you will be his acolyte. Are you willing to accept this?â€
Victoria’s body was a mix of pain and pleasure, the shadows caressing her skin, the wax dripping onto her body. She started counting again, her voice steady. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria’s mind was not really focusing on what they were saying; the pain and pleasure racing through her body. All she could do was count. She felt the riding crop strike her, the pain sharp and intense. She tried to focus on the numbers, but the sensations were overwhelming.
As Victoria writhed on the table, her body a canvas of pain and pleasure, Magnus moved closer to her. His eyes glowed with a mixture of amusement and dark intent. He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, and whispered in a deep, gruff voice, “Victoria, the power I can offer you is immense. But to truly wield it, you must prove that you are worthy.â€
Magnus then placed his right index finger on her lips, and for a moment, the pain and pleasure stopped through her body, and her mind focused on the actual contract. In return for the power he was offering her, for her to develop and grow, she would perform similar acts to what was happening to her now, and her future after her death would be to perform acts like this in a harem, whatever that word meant, forever. Victoria gave the thought only a few seconds.
Victoria’s voice was a mix of determination, clearer as the feelings and emotions had been taken away for a few moments. “Yes, I understand. I am willing to accept the terms, Master.â€
Magnus nodded, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Very well. I will provide you with the power you seek, and you will be bound to me as my acolyte.â€
Aurik finished writing the contract and handed it to Magnus. “Very well, Magnus. I just require you to sign now, and Victoria will need to sign the contract once you have completed your ritual.â€
Magnus took the quill from Aurik and signed the contract with a dark, swirling mark. He handed it back to Aurik, who sealed it with his symbol of Kreditos.
Aurik looked around the room and placed the contract on the table. “I think Victoria can give it to me when she leaves the castle. I’m going to be in the area for another day or so.â€
And with that, Aurik left the chamber, bringing with him the bottle of ink, half drained, and the quill.
Magnus then released his finger from Victoria’s lips, and her body filled with a mix of burning pain and tingling pleasure, each sensation more intense than the last. The molten wax had left a trail of searing heat on her skin, and when she arched her back from the pain filling up her body again, she could feel the wetness between her thighs as the pleasure and pain melded into a single, powerful force.
Victoria’s breaths were ragged, and her body trembled uncontrollably. The pain was so intense that it consumed her, but the pleasure that followed was equally overwhelming. She felt a deep, dark power surging through her, and her mind was a whirlwind of sensations. She screamed again, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure, as the clamp continued to hold her in its grip.
As Victoria writhed on the table, the candles positioned around the scaffolding started to drip more rapidly. The molten wax, hot and viscous, began to fall onto her body in a steady stream. The first drop landed on her upper thigh, searing her skin and making her flinch. Another drop fell onto her breast, the heat intensifying the pain from the nipple clamps. The wax continued to drip, each drop landing on different parts of her body—her stomach, her inner thighs, her arms, and finally, a particularly large drop landed on her pussy, just above the clit clamp.
The heat was searing, and she could feel the wax solidifying on her skin, creating a painful, sticky sensation. Her body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, each drop of wax intensifying the sensations from the clamps and the eldritch energy. She moaned and writhed, her body arching and twisting as she tried to escape the intense sensations.
Magnus then went back to the chest and took out the wand. He gripped it, and sparks flew from his right claw into the wand. The wand pulsed with dark energy, and Victoria felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. She knew this was the beginning of her transformation, and she was ready to embrace it, no matter the cost.
"Now Victoria, you are about to embace this wand, let us see how you can use it."
His right claw then took the wand and using the handle started to stroke her pussy, she didn't expect it to start vibrating, or for it to start getting deeper into her pussy.
Aurik paused and looked up at Magnus. “First, let us establish the terms clearly. You, Magnus, are to provide Victoria with the power you have promised, in return for her to join your harem in her death, but you are not to make that death early. Allow her to grow the small power you give her to develop herself. I am sure when her time is due, she will be a very dutiable wife for your harem.â€
Victoria continued to count, her voice a mix of pain and determination. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She felt the riding crop strike her pussy with each count of ten, the pain mingling with a strange, tingling pleasure. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending heightened. She focused on the numbers, trying to maintain control. As she counted, she did not imagine experiencing the pain and ecstasy while a legal conversation was going on.
Magnus crossed his arms, his eyes glowing with a mixture of amusement and calculation. “I can provide the power, but I need to ensure that Victoria can handle and grow it. As part of the agreement, there will be times where she will need to visit me to allow her to grow. There may be times when I will require her to assist when I am expanding my harem.â€
Victoria’s breath hitched as she reached “nine.†She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the next strike. “Ten.†The riding crop slapped her pussy, and she moaned, her body arching slightly.
Aurik nodded, his expression serious. “Understood. Victoria must be fully informed and willing. She will need to be able to handle the power and learn to assist you from time to time and indulge your whims when required.â€
Aurik scribbled down on the contract to be updated with the full agreement of The College of Contracts. “At some point, Magnus, the College will be sending their representatives to speak to you. Are you by chance connected to the Purple Lord?â€
“Yes, my castles and fortresses in the Abyss are in his Lordship’s realms.â€
“I shall make a note of that in my report.â€
Victoria’s body was a mix of pain and pleasure, the shadows caressing her skin, the wax dripping onto her body. She started counting again, her voice steady. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria’s mind was a battleground. She wanted the power more than anything, but the pain and the fear were real. She felt the weight of the decision, knowing that this was a point of no return. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the numbers.
Yet here she was, lying down, her nipples pulled and from where she could see they were starting to turn purple. The dripping wax on her flesh had reformed but was still moist from the warmth of her skin and the sweat that was glistening. Her back from lying down was soaking, and she could feel the bruise that was forming on the left side of her labia with the accurate slap the crop was making with her pussy.
Victoria’s body tensed as she reached “nine†again. “Nine...†She took a deep breath and said, “Ten.†The riding crop struck her harder this time, and she gasped, her body writhing on the table.
It took about five minutes for the final draft of the contract to be drafted. In that time, Victoria had counted to ten twenty-one times. The bruise on the left of her labia was growing ever larger. She felt she could heal it better from the little healing magic she knew from tending to the chapel, if only her hands were bound. She felt a lot more electric and ready to discharge the power she was gathering from the shadows.
Magnus leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. “Very well, Mr. Fielding. I will explain the terms to Victoria and ensure she understands. But I must warn you, little lawman, the power I offer comes with a price. Victoria will feel the effects of the dark magic, and it will change her.â€
Aurik’s expression did not waver. “That is understood. I have seen it many a time when those that deal with outer individuals as yourself, not just evil, good too. She will be protected by the laws of Ithrill and the College of Contracts, as will you be. Tell me, how far can you move out of the castle?â€
Magnus looked, “I have freedom here in this room. I must thank my descendants for building it. I am not able to leave the chamber, but I was able to scatter my book to the village.â€
Victoria’s body was a mix of burning pain and tingling pleasure. She started counting again, her voice a little weaker. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria’s mind was a whirlwind. She felt the riding crop strike her, the pain sharp and intense. She tried to focus on the numbers, but the sensations were overwhelming. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She also felt the shadows writhe over her body, the rhythm in the massage was electric, and she felt she could take on anything once she was released.
Magnus stood up and walked over to the table, his eyes fixed on Victoria. “Victoria, listen carefully. I will provide you with the power you seek, but in exchange, you will be bound to me. Your soul will be mine, and you will serve me in the mortal realm when I desire you and to enhance the power I give you now to grow. I will also require you from time to time to assist in the abyss in my various plots when you are ready. Finally, on the point of your death, you will then join my harem, wear my collar and cuffs, and pleasure me for the eons to come. Do you understand?â€
Victoria’s body was on fire, the shadows caressing her skin, the wax dripping onto her body. She reached “nine†again. “Nine...†She took a deep breath and said, “Ten.†The riding crop struck her, and she moaned, her body arching slightly.
Aurik stepped forward, his voice firm. “Victoria, you must understand the full implications. The power Magnus offers is real, but so is the price. Your soul will be bound to him, and you will be his acolyte. Are you willing to accept this?â€
Victoria’s body was a mix of pain and pleasure, the shadows caressing her skin, the wax dripping onto her body. She started counting again, her voice steady. “One... two... three...â€
Victoria’s mind was not really focusing on what they were saying; the pain and pleasure racing through her body. All she could do was count. She felt the riding crop strike her, the pain sharp and intense. She tried to focus on the numbers, but the sensations were overwhelming.
As Victoria writhed on the table, her body a canvas of pain and pleasure, Magnus moved closer to her. His eyes glowed with a mixture of amusement and dark intent. He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, and whispered in a deep, gruff voice, “Victoria, the power I can offer you is immense. But to truly wield it, you must prove that you are worthy.â€
Magnus then placed his right index finger on her lips, and for a moment, the pain and pleasure stopped through her body, and her mind focused on the actual contract. In return for the power he was offering her, for her to develop and grow, she would perform similar acts to what was happening to her now, and her future after her death would be to perform acts like this in a harem, whatever that word meant, forever. Victoria gave the thought only a few seconds.
Victoria’s voice was a mix of determination, clearer as the feelings and emotions had been taken away for a few moments. “Yes, I understand. I am willing to accept the terms, Master.â€
Magnus nodded, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. “Very well. I will provide you with the power you seek, and you will be bound to me as my acolyte.â€
Aurik finished writing the contract and handed it to Magnus. “Very well, Magnus. I just require you to sign now, and Victoria will need to sign the contract once you have completed your ritual.â€
Magnus took the quill from Aurik and signed the contract with a dark, swirling mark. He handed it back to Aurik, who sealed it with his symbol of Kreditos.
Aurik looked around the room and placed the contract on the table. “I think Victoria can give it to me when she leaves the castle. I’m going to be in the area for another day or so.â€
And with that, Aurik left the chamber, bringing with him the bottle of ink, half drained, and the quill.
Magnus then released his finger from Victoria’s lips, and her body filled with a mix of burning pain and tingling pleasure, each sensation more intense than the last. The molten wax had left a trail of searing heat on her skin, and when she arched her back from the pain filling up her body again, she could feel the wetness between her thighs as the pleasure and pain melded into a single, powerful force.
Victoria’s breaths were ragged, and her body trembled uncontrollably. The pain was so intense that it consumed her, but the pleasure that followed was equally overwhelming. She felt a deep, dark power surging through her, and her mind was a whirlwind of sensations. She screamed again, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure, as the clamp continued to hold her in its grip.
As Victoria writhed on the table, the candles positioned around the scaffolding started to drip more rapidly. The molten wax, hot and viscous, began to fall onto her body in a steady stream. The first drop landed on her upper thigh, searing her skin and making her flinch. Another drop fell onto her breast, the heat intensifying the pain from the nipple clamps. The wax continued to drip, each drop landing on different parts of her body—her stomach, her inner thighs, her arms, and finally, a particularly large drop landed on her pussy, just above the clit clamp.
The heat was searing, and she could feel the wax solidifying on her skin, creating a painful, sticky sensation. Her body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, each drop of wax intensifying the sensations from the clamps and the eldritch energy. She moaned and writhed, her body arching and twisting as she tried to escape the intense sensations.
Magnus then went back to the chest and took out the wand. He gripped it, and sparks flew from his right claw into the wand. The wand pulsed with dark energy, and Victoria felt a surge of power coursing through her veins. She knew this was the beginning of her transformation, and she was ready to embrace it, no matter the cost.
"Now Victoria, you are about to embace this wand, let us see how you can use it."
His right claw then took the wand and using the handle started to stroke her pussy, she didn't expect it to start vibrating, or for it to start getting deeper into her pussy.