Exotic Auction

[dryfter]

"Think about what you said when you uttered my name... and how you were feeling. Think about the conviction you used..."

A soft frown furrowed his youthful good looks as he did just that. His passion had been heightened to the point where he could think of little else but her, and what he had planned for her, could he even remember?

Today, you're going to learn to call me Master.

No. That couldn't have been it. Besides....she had said to focus on the things he had been thinking and feeling at the time he had used her name. She hadn't called him master once.....a soft fluttering of discontent for a moment, as he made a mental note to himself that too would change.

What had he been thinking? The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to aggravate him.

"All will know that you are mine, Lyssania."

Sharp tinted eyes widened, both by the memory suddenly rushing back to him.....and the sudden implications. As if on cue, the fae, his fae....spoke again.....anguish and despair thick undertones in her musical voice.....

"We are bound now, you and I... or shall I say, I am bound to you. A piece of my soul will forever reside within you. The only chance that it will ever be returned to me is in whether or not it is released when your body dies and your soul travels to the otherworld."

Another soft frown. He was pretty sure there was more to this story that he wasn't being told. Something she didn't want him to know......and yet, the more he thought about it.....the more he could guess what that something might be.

"And that's made you more obedient to me, hasn't it? You've not once disobeyed me since I said your name and experienced this.....binding. And while I'd like very much to test your new shackles, again....I'm not a cruel man....unless angered."

She looked like she was hanging on his every word, half expecting him to give that dreaded order that would make her just another whore in his household, forcing her through his will to surrender all of her treasures to him.....

"You are not a whore."

His face remained furrowed, though more through intent thought than anger or displeasure. He wanted her....the show she had inadvertantly put on in the bath had hardened his loins to the point of pain, and yet he had told himself he would show leniency for now.....he had taken enough from her for one day......a suspicion that had proven all too correct.

"Return to your cell. I will send a servant with blankets and perhaps even a pillow for your head. Do this....obey.....and not only will it be your last night in that dirty place, but I'll remove your shackles as well. If you're truly bound to me.....there is no need for them."

Even fae skin had to be a little raw from wearing the nasty cuffs for as long as she had. Travis smiled just a little, thankful he'd only had to invoke them once. Still.....if she were to run......a little reminder wouldn't hurt.

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania watched his reactions, and cursed the fact that he had noticed her obedience to the extent that he'd put two and two together. She really had hoped he'd miss that, though how he would have was beyond her. She sat there still as he spoke, but didn't rise until he told her to.

'You are not a whore' his voice echoed in her mind as she stood and moved toward the door. Why was he being so kind to her? Why not just take advantage of her when she was at her weakest? Surely he realized that once she'd had some time to regain her strength, she'd be able to fight his wishes harder.

She knew at her core he still desired her... that the urge to test the limits of this new bond was wearing on him... but she also knew his desire to not take advantage was strong as well. She was already at the door to the bathroom when another thought struck her, and she paused, not looking at him, but turning her head so he'd see the side of her face from his place behind her.

"It would be safest for us both that others not know my true name... else I could be bound to them as well." She didn't mention that if the will of the person doing the bonding was strong enough, they could forcibly rip that piece of her soul from his own, but she didn't think such was necessary. The threat that another could control her above him, should be enough to make her point clear. Her name was a dangerous thing to allow people to know... if he were wise, he'd choose another name for her.

Slipping out of the room, she wore his cloak tight around her supple body as she made her way back by memory to where her cell had been. He strength was still low, but she managed to make it back to the room by using the wall to lean against now and then to catch her breath. Other times, she just braced her hand against it to keep from falling as she walked.

Reaching the cell, she made her way in and shut the door behind her before she stumbled and finally fell, ending up curled inside of the warmth of his cloak as shivers stole through her body and a tired groan left her. She had to gather herself... had to get up... had to make sure she didn't look so weak when the servants came.

 

[dryfter]

And come they did.....

Silent shadows, their steps tentative and halting, as if completely unaware that hers were eyes that cut through the gloom, pierced the shadows to observe every movement from the moment her ears picked up the sound of the celldoor moving on its oiled hinges.....

"M-miss?"

A young girl....not more than fourteen summers old.....the bundle of bedding bulky against her slight frame. Even now, her skin paled to a deathly white, marking her terror of the creature before her. How could she react any other way.....after having seen the corpses of her companions being carted from the manor......the last servants the master dared have attend to the dark fae?

"B-b-blankets, miss.....warm and thick....."

Shivering, the dusky haired servant laid them on the ground at her feet, scurrying back almost instantly as she did so.....half expecting to be struck at the very least.

"A...a pillow!....so you.....its more comfortable than laying on the stone, I swear!"

Silently two others came forward, shameless cowards galvanized by the bravery of a girl half their age.....neither even willing to meet Lyssania's gaze.

"Master bid us bring you your midday meal, miss....."

More fruit......a pitcher of crisp spring water......and the three of them beat a hasty retreat. Only the girl stopped at the last second, despite desperately clutching hands that struggled to pull her past the portal and into the darkness beyond.....

"Master.....Master said we're to call you Ania. He wanted us to tell you that."

A long pause, the clutching hands stilling for a moment.....especially as the girl finished her brief speech.

"It's good that you have a name. I'll need to be able to call you something when you join us in serving the master."

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His chambers rang with the sound of female ecstacy, and yet he was left unfulfilled......Travis gazed silently upon the heaving bosom of his partner, a maid who hadn't seen his attentions in quite some time, and more than grateful to experience them once more. And yet.....the bitch hadn't even made him cum......

It had been a distraction initially. A release from the sexual tension that had begun to skyrocket since this morning in the dungeon. And yet, this human had nothing on the fae, Lyssania. Compared to her....each flaw and imperfection stood out......from the tiniest of skin blemishes, to the nasal quality of her moans that made her sound more like a rutting animal than anything he should really be sticking his cock inside. And in the end, he was more frustrated than he had been starting out.

While he had gotten himself a small measure of relief by taking himself into his own hands......it was an empty victory, devoid of much of anything else, anything that he truly wanted. What he wanted, had wanted all day......was her.

The time was winding until nightfall.....the young nobleman slipped silently away from his all too willing "partner," the maid having long ago slid into a timid sleep. His nude form silhouetted against the stillness of gathering dusk.....Travis gazed upon the horizon.....his thoughts turning once more to the morning's events......

It was going to be a long night......and already, he could hardly wait for the sun's rise.......

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania was sitting up, huddled inside the cloak he'd given her when the door swung open. Her eyes were closed, but she was far from asleep. The moment she heard the girl's timid foot falls on the floor, her eyes opened slowly to look at her. So young... so frail. If she'd had more strength.. she might have at least scared the girl a little, if not outright killed her. Instead, all she could do was huddle further into the cloak, holding it tightly closed around her to hide her body as the girl came in.

How terrified the girls seemed as they brought in the blankets and pillows and food was amusing enough that Lyssania found herself giving off unsettling, dark chuckles. Her eyes closed as she rested her head against the stone wall, her ears listening to the sounds of the girls leaving. No, she didn't fear them in the least. Their terror nearly crippled them... the wouldn't have been able to manage attacking her even if they'd wanted to.

It wasn't until the girl stopped to tell her that her name would be Ania that the fae responded at all to them. Her eyes opened and met the human that was caught between child and woman and she frowned. She still hadn't... and didn't plan to ever.. call that filthy human Master. It would take a sheer force of will on his part to manage it, and even then... his will would have to be stronger than her desire to withstand him.

She ate her meal in silence, picking at the fruit, but drinking all of the water before she fashioned a bed of his cloak, the blankets, and the pillows she'd been brought. In the end, all but one blanket was folded and laid on the ground like a mattress, while that single blanket was wrapped around her and his cloak was draped over that layer. Her head sank into the pillow, and shortly thereafter she was asleep.

She'd wake only once through the night, to finish the fruit and water, before she'd be quickly back asleep. When he returned in the morning, if he so chose to enter quietly, he'd find her curled into a tight ball, his cloak gathered around her, her face half-buried in the pillow, and the cloak gathered up high to her face, at least half of her face buried in the folds of fabric, sleeping peacefully.

She looked peaceful, angelic almost, truly otherworldly laying there, some of her hair spread across the pillow like a dense obsidian storm cloud.

 

[dryfter]

The door closed silently behind him....soft soled shoes gliding across the rough hewn floor without hardly a sound. Yet to him, it was if he tripped an alarm of some kind, pausing to scowl at his carelessness.

She must have truly been tired out from the actions of the day before.....the fae continuing to slumber despite his human error, the epitome of womanly innocence before him......her pale and delicate form curled inward beneath a mess of blankets, eyes closed softly as she rested firmly in the embrace of slumber.....

One by one, he peeled them away.....and only twice did she stir.....her surroundings becoming more and more chilly, though perhaps not unpleasantly so. With a satisfied smile, the last of the blankets slide from her lithe body, its passage stirring her senses enough to realize something was amiss......

"Good morning......are you prepared to continue our training?"

The sight of her nude once more before him only furthered his boldness. Try as he might with woman or hand, he had yet to truly find true satisfaction and release from the pent up lust just being around his new pet seemed to stir within him.

"Today, we're going to test your newfound obedience."

He watched her flinch in response, and smiled. Not the warm concerned smile that he had worn last night as he carried her to the bath, nor the goofy smile that had been plastered to his face as he watched her wash her own glorious body.....

It was the wicked smile of a man who had enjoyed plenty of time thinking of just what the prior days's events and proclamations meant for him. She was bound to him? Yes....that is what Lyssania had said. An those bindings should be tested for strength......

"There's no need to get up, Ania.....on your back is the perfect way to test his little "bond" of ours."

Again that tensing of hers, and this time, her premonition of dread would be dead on the money.

"If you had any idea how hard it is to sleep with the pictures of your tight pussy bent over a washbasin dancing through my mind, you'd know that I'm probably not completely sane right now."

Long moments of staring, each at the other, as if she were measuring something he couldn't see.....

"Show me why I paid so much for you, Ania.....let's see that beautiful body of yours. You might not believe that you're the most angelic creature I've ever seen, but I'll make you believe it one day at a time. For now.....I want you to run your hands over your body, and show me all the places I made feel good yesterday......and don't you dare lie or disobey me, unless you want to be punished again."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania had been nestled in a warm, dark cocoon. Dreams had come to her, but her subconscious kept shoving them away, keeping her mind and emotions beautifully empty. The ones she couldn't keep away though, were the images of the man who had the gall to call himself her Master.

He was between her legs, his mouth closed over the soft hairless folds of her sex... he was above her, rocking his length into her over and over again, causing her to cry out beneath him... he was pinning her to the wall, slamming himself into her again and again until she screamed, exploding around him as he did the same by exploding within her. Her body spent half the night shivering in anticipation of his touch, her voice whimpering in response to the images his desires planted within her mind.

She'd have only a brief time of uninterrupted sleep before the weight that surrounded her body would seem to become less... and then suddenly, cool air hit her skin. Her eyes snapped open and she rolled onto her back slightly to look up at him, her hands coming up as if to ward off some blow. Panic caused her to tremble slightly.

His words caused her to shiver as he told her it was time to try out her new bonds. Biting her lower lip, she looked away from him as he continued to speak, demanding she show him the body he paid for.

Lowering her eyes, she tried to fight against him, but the will he showed, and how badly he wanted to see her like that... was enough that she could do little more than shake even as she let herself lay fully on her back, her hands moving almost immediately to her breasts, full and firm. Fingers danced over those fleshy globes, but they continued to shake. She was fighting it, fighting his will as hard as she could, but wasn't able to completely stop herself.

Her hands began to slide down, over the flat plane of her stomach, headed for her delicate sex between her legs. Her hands moved lower, but she clamped her thighs together, two parts of her body fighting against each other even as she let out a growl-like sound that was part determination, part fear that she wouldn't be able to stop.

And to say that she was unable to stop her hand's progress would be true... A moment later, her legs fell open and she let out a cry of despair as her hands moved over her sex, fingers parting the delicate folds of skin, showing that she was still somewhat moist from the dreams his will had unknowingly inflicted upon her.

 

[dryfter]

Pink flesh glistened before his gaze. He would have liked a longer show, but the same time he was learning much. Travis didn't miss the shaking in her hands as they moved over her petite curvature, it was impossible to miss the sight of her already damp thighs slamming shut before her touch could become even more intimate.....

Yet it was her cry that hardened him the most, another wound on an already battered sense of pride as her thighs split once more at the last second.....dainty fingers tracing across the puffy nether lips, spreading them suddenly to show him that her arousal too, had not faded completely. Soundlessly, he moved between her parted legs, and in doing so could see....feel......the mixture of fear and expectation as it wafted over her.....

Even more so as he lowered himself to the ground.....just as he had the day he had forced her essence from her and drank the nectar she had tried to forbid him.

"You're not a whore, Ania.....but you certainly are a bitch."

His fingers replaced her own, and he could feel her shudder at his touch, knowing that it was be all too easy to torment her in this position of vulnerablility. Even now, he could feel her inner struggle as the tip of a finger teased the shimmering pink hole of her sex, drawing a soft gasp from her.

"You fight me because of what I am, and what I mean to you, when its clear to both of us that your body definately wants what I have to offer. It seems you're a dirty little fae, Ania."

Slowly he began his penetration of her, delighting in the almost instantaneous assertion of her own will as her body tried to keep him out.....yet always yeilding like he knew good woman flesh would. For his part, he kept it slow. She was certainly moist enough to withstand a sudden thrust of the digit without any pain, but this act was a lesson in and of itself. She was his, and it didn't matter if she fought him or not, he would take what he wanted from her......over and over again.....and......he would make her like it.

That devilish twinkle in his eyes again, his roguish face breaking into that impish grin, his head lowering......watching as her eyes lowered right along with his movements, knowing what was coming.....the blissful mixture of fear and excitement only heightening.

At the last second.....before his lips found the rigid button she hid so delicately beneath her hooded flesh, his whispers found their way to her ears.....

"You are mine, Ania......though it seems you are bound to follow my orders, yes? Very well then.....try and fight this. That is my desire. Make me see your pride.....and your strength......and I will show you how foolish it is to fight against your master.....the one who now owns you......"

The first of many long, languid licks stroking her hot flesh......the rigid digit inside beginning to wriggle softly before punctuating his last words with a sudden and sharp thrust.....

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania was trembling as he knelt between her legs, then laid himself down. His words on what she was... on the fact that her body wanted him... made tears gather in her eyes. Not tears of sadness, but of anger and determination. Her body responded to him because her soul did. Didn't he understand that? That she didn't want him? That the force of his will was driving her body to these responses? Didn't he know he'd forced dreams into her unprotected mind all night? That he'd forced her to live through him taking her over and over and over again without even touching her?

The fae was certain now that humans didn't experience things at the soul-deep level her kind did. He didn't understand just what this tie meant for her... He only saw that she would have to obey his will. At his command to fight him, she wanted to scream at him in frustration. He was touching her, and his soul was calling out his want for her...

His wish for her to fight him was far from what he honestly wished for. In fact... in those moments, she wasn't positive exactly what his wish was. She only knew he wanted her, and it grew more and more powerful with each touch to he delicate sex, with each slide of his tongue over her sensitive skin. A soft whimper left her, and she did continue to fight him... but not because it was what he wanted. She fought him because this was exactly what she didn't want... She wanted him to leave her body alone. She wanted to have clothes again... she wanted his hands as far from her body as possible.

Physically, his touch was pleasurable... but it wasn't what she wanted.. didn't he see that? After a short amount of time, the small whimpers she'd been unable to hold back shifted to one frustrated yell even as she let her limbs go limp, her muscles burning with the effort she'd expended to try to keep him from touching her. Tears slid from the outer corners of her eyes as she stared at the ceiling as she lay there, her pride feeling as if it were quivering on the edge of nothingness.

"You do not truly wish me to fight you... else I'd be able to. You wouldn't be able to get anywhere near me if fighting you was what you wanted me to do." Her voice sounded broken as she lay there. Her body was still responding, but it was obvious her mind was a million miles away, lamenting her fate.

 

[dryfter]

"And yet fight me, you did."

He watched her reaction carefully....smiled as she seemingly accepted defeat, her arms having long ago gone limp from where they had been putting up fierce resistance.....fierce but futile. With a soft, slightly audible pop, his finger left her.....and despite her tears and her distraught look, he could almost imagine a soft sigh of disappointment uttered in response.

His touch turned gentle, the tone in his voice softening as he let hands wander, openly admiring her flesh as Ania quivered in response, expecting the worst no doubt....

"Does my touch offend you? Or do you crave it despite all your pride and brazen defiance?"

His palms slid upward from her sex....running ever so gently across her concave belly.....delighting in her delicate yet supple form.......leaning forward to surprise her for just a second by softly kissing away her tears.....

"Tell me Ania......do you think you're beautiful?"

His voice murmured against her chest as heated lips dragged slowly across firm, petite and quite feminine mounds.

"I confess to knowing little about your people. You know that....."

For a second, he retreated, rising once more to look at her.....a sternness she had yet to see in his eyes, until this very moment.

"But I'll tell you this. You're wasted on them."

He watched closely, doing his best to register every emotion that flickered across her lovely face in response even as he continued in earnest.

"Is it unkind, in your courts? To be with your people? That its taken a human to take your innocence from you? And yet you rail against me.....as if I'm some animal......perhaps I am.......perhaps that's all I am to you and your people. But perhaps its them you should be turning your hatred to......at least I can see your worth, where apparently they never could."

A smooth hand carressed a pale cheek.....

"I love how your hair contrasts with your pale skin, Ania......you are permitted to grow it as long as you like......like shadows on a moonlit surface.......its a shame that I'm the only one to see you this way, but now that I have, I'm afraid I can't let anyone else know you as intimately."

Slowly, he rose to his feet.....his gaze never leaving her own. And yet, if she thought he was done with her, she was sadly mistaken. He could see her eyes widen slightly as she realized what his fingers were fumbling at.....

"I've pleasured you long enough, Ania.....though you reject every touch, every amorous taste of your flesh, your body does not."

His trousers fell to the floor in a heap.....a pile he was all too eager to step out of, the proof of his seemingly unending arousal standing proudly from his body and attracting her gaze unerringly.

"I dream of you, Ania....your beautiful sexy goddess body.....and all the things I'd like to do to it.....all the things I'd like to show you now that your innocence is gone forever. I dream of you, and you make me like this....."

Travis reached down, knowing he had her full attention as he gently stroked himself.....letting her gaze upon his swollen fuckstaff and the tiny bead at its very tip.

"You will please me now, Ania. You can choose how to do it, or you can defy me again, and I will just take you.....just like I did days ago when your virginity crumpled before me. I will take you deeply, and completely....."

His gaze hardened....waiting to see what she would do.....

"Because you're mine."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania watched him in silence as he moved up from her sex to the rest of her body. Yes, she'd fought him... but not for the reasons he thought. "I fought you because it was what I wished... I may not be able to resist you if you want something badly enough... but you cannot make me feel differently about you having me." Her eyes were a swirling vortex of mixed emotions. In some instances, she seemed angry... in others she seemed sad.

He went on to talk about dreaming of her and she actually yelled, frustration in her voice, causing it to tremor. "I know what you dreamt of!" she cried out, her voice echoing around the mostly empty room. Her eyes searched his face, and saw only desire there... desire for her. That looked aligned with what she felt from their bond almost perfectly and she lifted her hands, grabbing his shoulders.

He wouldn't stop talking about wanting her... about how he viewed her, and Ania just shook her head. He was a human... he did not know what beauty was. He had not seen the courts... Even the dark court was filled with beauty, from the most stunning woman to the most deadly warrior, there was beauty in everything her people did, if one knew how to open themselves up to it.

Finally though, she found herself looking at his manhood, listening to him telling her he would have her one way or the other... even if he had to rape her, and her hopes were dashed. Why was he so determined to have someone who abhorred him so? Why was it so important to him that he had to rape her to have her? "I cannot stop you... but know that my body's responses are not what I want. I'm forced to respond to you because it's what you want. It has nothing to do with what I want."

She had considered staying quiet, but then something occurred to her. She assumed no one would ever come looking for her... but what if she was wrong? Low ranking or not, she was a part of the unseelie high court. There were those in her family that ranked as royalty, even if she did not. What if they tried to find her? "I cannot fight your will successfully... we both know this... But do me one service. If my kind ever finds us here... If they ever track me back here... Kill me before they can reach me. I'd sooner live a thousand lifetimes as a human's whore than suffer the punishment they'll put me through for suffering your touch... And pray you can kill yourself before they find you as well."

 

[dryfter]

She had seen a lot of emotions cross his face in the time she had spent in this dingy cell, in all of his "training sessions" to date. Yet again she was treated to a new one.....the young rogue completely unaware just how acutely the fae beneath him could feel the sudden wave of contempt in response to her own words.....bitterness and anger radiating from him......that.....and a fierce showing of a pride she'd only barely seen until now.....

"If they come for you.....I'll kill them myself."

Let her think what she wanted. Let her think he was no match for a member of her court. Such thinking had been her own downfall....and he had been nowhere near as geared as he would have normally been had he been dungeon crawling like in his days of old. For a second.....he could almost feel his old leathers calling to him, as if daring anyone to come to his private sanctum and take the things that he treasured most.

It would not be allowed. Nor would her clever attempt at diverting his attentions. He had given her a choice.....and she had chosen neither......

Travis moved with a silent grace only a fae could better, testament to just how long he had been practicing his craft. He only gave her a second for her inner alarms to register before he was upon her.....but not in the way she no doubt imagined, a gloved hand snaking out suddenly to grasp her by her slender throat.....squeezing until the words she spoke simply ceased coming.....and making his "will" known by pressing her steadily back down to the ground where he quickly moved to straddle her....his knees and his own body weight more than enough to pin her slight frame to the ground painfully......

"I'd say you have other things to worry about right now, wouldn't you?"

He released her then, relishing her attempts to draw breath, feeling his lusty desire for her coursing through his loins even as the thick purple head of his sex quivered just above her startled visage.....

Fingers entwined in her hair, the silken locks providing more than enough purchase for him to jerk her forward.....letting her feel the bulbous head of his cock brush tantalizingly across a ghostly cheek, his other moving quickly to her chin to prevent her from turning away easily......

"For someone who claims they can't resist me.....you talk way too much. Now I'm going to give you another offer, since my last generous one was callously ignored. You can pleasure me.....or I'm going to see if that delicate throat of yours is as virgin as your bald little cunt was just a few nights ago."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania stared up at him until he descended upon her. She'd been quiet until he did that, his hand closing around her throat and squeezing hard. Her lips moved soundlessly, her throat working beneath his hand, trying desperately to pull in air. Squirming and kicking beneath him desperately, the fae struggled still even as he gripped her hair and pulled her head up by the tender, delicate roots.

His threat to test her virgin throat brought a soft whimper from the fae girl's lips, and she looked up at him silently for a long moment as he forced her head to stay in place while the velvety skin of his cock's bulbous head rubbed against her face. For some, it might have been an almost erotic, sensual touch... but for Lyssania, it was the most mortifying thing she'd ever felt, and the disdain she'd already held for him in her eyes only grew more intense, mingled with a very obvious show of embarrassment that came in the form of a deep blush that went so far as to touch the tips of her slightly pointed ears.

"Stop..." she managed to gasp soft, tears threatening at her eyes again. "Please... please, not that..." she begged, a soft sob leaving her as her lips trembled. Her hands lifted and reached up, pushing at him weakly, no longer shaking, barely putting forth the power she knew she was capable of in her fight of him. If he truly wanted to have her throat, she couldn't stop him... but she needed him to know that that was almost a fate worse than death for her. "I'd sooner die than suffer that... please..." she whimpered, trying desperately to turn her head away, not to be touched by his cock any more than she already had.

Tears were spilling down her pale cheeks as she fought his hands, his will. "If you must have me, at least spare me that humiliation..." she begged, her eyes finally returning to his, imploring him though she knew he likely wouldn't go along with that... wouldn't claim her sex again, would force oral on her just to prove the point that she belonged to him and held no power over his decisions... like she needed to be reminded of that. "Take me the way you did before... even that is better than being used in such a way."

 

[dryfter]

He sneered at her, his contempt a palpable thing carried along to her through their bond, unbeknownst to him.

"So you would rather spread your thighs and take me deep inside you than suffer the thought of pleasuring me in such a manner."

He never relinquished his hold on her hair, letting her feel the sensations of his cock thrusting ever so softly, brushing the corner of her mouth, across her high cheekbone......

"Its the end for you, isn't it flower.......pleasuring the man who calls himself your master, fighting the realization that you just might like it."

He paid little heed to the tears once again trickling down her face. Travis had seen them all too often, and they were beginning to lose their effect on him.

"If a whore is all you see yourself as......and a whore is all you can be to me in your own mind, then so be it......"

His cockhead strained against her pursed lips for a moment, physically feeling her desperate attempt to fight his desires......

"Suck it, whore.....goddamn it, you will pleasure me! I'm tired of your fucking resistance!"

A trembling of her lips, and he was in......his full length slamming into her, pressing deeper than she could have possibly anticipated until his neatly kept nether hair stirred softly against her nose, the sound of her surprise thick and throaty......

"Bout fucking time."

Travis groaned softly, he could feel the fae's throat muscles gagging softly, convulsing around his turgid member......

"You want it in your cunt, Ania? Should I pound you full of dirty human cream and remind you how this simple service might be so much better for you in the long run?"

His words were punctuated by a sharp thrust, having retreated just long enough for her to grab a sharp intake of air before bouncing his pelvis off her teeth once more.

"I wanted you to be so much more. But that's all you can see, isn't it. You see yourself as a whore, and that's all you can be good for, right?"

The hold on her head remained firm.....the young nobleman extracting additional eros from the look on her face as she felt yet another of her holes being taken without the intimacy that would be expected of a lover.....

"Do you still want me in your pussy, Ania? Or should I make you swallow what I'm going to shoot? Perhaps you'd prefer it if I sprayed it all over your sexy little face, huh? Make you look like the whore you're so certain you are?"

As if the timing had been calculated all along, his length slowly slid from between now bruised lips and back into his waiting hand......stroking with an urgency heightened by his own close orgasm.......

 

[Jewelskye]

She struggled against the feelings she felt coming off of him in waves. His contempt was near unto hatred for her and though she would never admit to it... Lyssania felt as if she’d been stabbed by his sudden loathing of her. He’d gone from wanting nothing more than her, from nearly loving her... to hating her so quickly it took her breath away. Unfortunately, much as she would have liked it to, that knowledge made it no easier to resist his wishes, and when he set his mind to the fact that he wanted her to suck him until he released his seed; Lyssania had to fight to keep her mouth shut.

His cock head pressed insistently at her pursed lips, and Lyssania whimpered as he yelled at her, calling her a whore and demanding that she service him. That whimper was all it took... her efforts at resisting him seemed to fall to the wayside, showing they were good for absolutely nothing in the end as he was soon pushing into her mouth, and then further, into her throat. The shock she felt at being violated so showed plainly on her face as he plowed himself deep into her throat until her nose met with the skin behind his trimmed hair.

She was gagging, her tears falling more readily but for a whole new reason as she struggled and flailed beneath him. Her legs kicked and her hips twisted even as her hands moved to his thighs. She was pushing against his strong legs, her nails clawing at his skin as she struggled to breathe. The brief respite she received when he pulled back long enough for her to breathe was too short lived, and soon she was fighting him again, gagging hard around him, sure she was going to lose the fruit that sat in her belly from her meals the night prior.

Thankfully, his rape of her mouth and throat was short lived and he pulled back finally, leaving her to let out loud sobs as she struggled to breathe and cry at the same time. He was stroking himself, his straining erection seemed massive so close to her face, and as he suggested spraying it all over her face, she closed her eyes and turned her head, whimpering and sobbing still, her voice harsh from the brutal treatment he’d shown her.

She no longer even cared to try to keep her pride in tact... no longer cared to look strong in front of him. What did he care for such things? And why waste so much energy trying to fight him when she knew that in the end... her soul would force her body to meet his demands? The last thing she wanted was to be coated in his cum, to have his seed on her face or anywhere near her body was an insult to her people... but there was no longer any reason to fight it. It would happen eventually, he didn’t care what it was doing to her.

Lyssania could only be grateful her people would never see her this way.

 

[dryfter]

He'd be damned if he was going to let her turn away from him. Reaching down , it took long seconds to find purchase on her trembling chin, slickened with her tears as it was.....and yet as thumb and forefinger clamped down with unrelenting tightness, it had to be evident to her what was going to happen next.....

With a harsh jerk, he righted her once more.....seeing her eyes widen as he drew her around to face him again, the tiny hole at the tip of his cock winking slightly as it oozed a thin, clear film....

He didn't even give her time to dread what was coming next.....growling suddenly as his inner floodgates finally broke, exploding with the release just being near her had made him crave for days, unrelenting. Ropes of long restrained cum issued forth, staining the perfection of her pale face, the rogue not caring....no....delighted.....in the sight of his virile fluids constrasting perfectly where it splashed against her dark hair. It had been ages since he'd cum like this, if indeed he ever had, a cheek....those thin sultry lips....he'd even almost shot a burst into one of those mysterious eyes of hers. And when it was all over......

"That's a good look for you."

And yet, if he had truly meant it.....why did it hurt so much to look at her?

It wasn't what he wanted. Tears mixing with his own pearlescence......he had raped her. And while a part of him had no regrets for taking the proud fae down to a more reasonable level, another....stronger part of him......wished.

He wished she had been willing.....wished that she would wear his markings with pride.....wished she would pick herself up off the floor and demand he stay....that she wasn't nearly done serving her Master yet.....

And wished about a thousand other things that weren't likely to happen.....at least not yet.

"I've spared your pussy tonight, Ania......but if you're not prepared to serve me when I next come to you......"

His voice lowered with menace, as his cock twitched slightly.....

"If you're not prepared to serve me, then I'll commence with your training. You will come to acknowledge me as master, and one day you will service my needs without needing an order. However....you resisted me yet again, and you will have the rest of the evening to recover from your folly."

The dull throbbing in his chest continued the more he looked at her. He didn't want another broken fucktoy.....but this fae was resilient.....she could regain her strength......just so he could break her down again.....and again.....and again.....next time he would show more control......

"I'm not taking leave of you just yet, Ania. I'm sure you've figured out how pissed off I am at you right now. I want you to take those dainty little fingers of yours.....and I want you to use them to sample your master's cum. Let me see you taste what I gave you.....or next time I'll just slam it down your throat."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania didn't fight him as he turned her head back toward him, though he did seem to have a hard time holding her chin in place for some reason. Her eyes lifted to look up at him, only to realize a moment too late what was about to happen. Not that she would have fought him anyway... She'd already realized such was completely pointless.

Her eyes closed as the thick white stuff splashed over her face, but she didn't flinch away. Instead, she seemed oddly... accepting. Not eager, but resigned to her fate. It would happen whether she wanted it to or not, and there was no longer any point in fighting or resisting it. He'd turned her into a whore whether or not she was willing to accept his treatment.

That's a good look for you His words were more painful than she'd expected, but it didn't show on her face. Instead, she just opened her eyes, but looked anywhere but at him. She could feel the exact opposite of his words coming off of him... Despite knowing that he was somehow disappointed, she wasn't able to discern exactly why... the feelings were too mixed, the desires too unclear.

Instead, all she could do was go on his words. Perhaps if she did as she was told... he'd leave her alone. Leave her to her shame, and keep her locked up here, hidden away from the world. At his command, a finger lifted and gathered some of his cum before she moved it to her mouth. The look on her face showed that she obviously didn't enjoy the taste, but at least she'd done what he'd asked. In fact, she disliked the taste so much she almost wished he'd done what he was threatening to do next time and just emptied it down her throat. At least that way it would have bypassed her taste buds.

Eyes still looking away from him, refusing to meet his gaze, she gave a resigned sigh after she'd managed to stop her reflex to gag at the taste of his cum and simply lowered her hand back to her side, waiting.

 

[dryfter]

To say that he was merely surprised would not do justice to the surge of shock that swept through him as his latest command was obeyed, and instantly. Though from the face she made, Lyssania quite obviously didn't like the taste, Travis watched as a sperm coated finger slipped rather inelegantly past her lips, only to emerge clean moments later.

"That's a good girl."

If he had held any desire to fuck her, it was gone....not out of disgust or loathing directed towards her, but out of clear cut guilt. While it was good to see her finally obey a direct command without struggle, it distressed the young nobleman to no end that he had to wear her down to this point before his commands were accepted.

"You obviously don't like the taste. That too will change. For now though, you've done enough. Feel free to clean yourself, I'll have a maid bring in fresh blankets for you."

Moving slowly, he was certain she was relieved to see his cock once more obscured from her vision as his pants reswallowed it up. A good belt tightening later, and he was good to depart. He had taken just a little more of her today.....as painful as it had been to him, he was sure it had hurt her a lot more.......

And then.....as he turned to leave, he paused......almost as if he could feel her pain as she suffered beneath this new humiliation. Turning again, he watched the young fae flinch as he slowly moved closer.....kneeling beside her.....and surprisingly.....pressing her stained face into his own silken chest......

"Please, Ania....don't make me do that again....."

He was heedless of his own liquids seeping into the expensive fabric. If she could bear the shame he'd brought her, then so could he, and he wasn't about to removed the garment until he'd reached his own private chambers anyway.

"Thakorsil."

The shackles at her feet and wrists opened suddenly with a succession of loud clicks, each one falling their minute distance to the ground with a myriad of tinkling clangs......the strength of her magic hardly overpowering upon its freedom from the dampening effects that had contained it up until now. Mostly likely due to her own weakened condition.....

"I promised. I promised that if you were a good girl and found your way back to your cell last night that I'd remove them."

He could feel her shiver against him in response.....and it was almost enough to make him reach for the blankets.....

"Rest, and make peace with yourself, Ania. Tonight, I'll come for you and fulfill another promise. Rest assured, you've not seen the last of my dungeon......but......you'll finally get to see outside of this cell."

A soft....almost tender kiss upon her forehead.....a minor reflection of his thoughts and feelings. It had been necessary, but outside of the act of relieving a lust that had been pent up for days, he hadn't enjoyed it.......

"Let's just hope that your next lessons will prove easier to handle."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania bit back a sigh of relief as he tucked himself away. She’d felt the surprise roll off of him in waves, followed by something deeper, sadder... He felt bad on some level for what he’d done to her. The guilt he was experiencing tugged at her own senses and she had to blink several times as she struggled to cope with the sensations and emotions. She’d never known guilt before... had never experienced anything like it, so she could not identify it. Her own emotions warred against it, anger flaring up in response to his supposed guilt.

He should feel sad! He should feel miniscule, he should be begging for forgiveness for what he’d done... defiling one of her kind was beyond a horrible thing... it was an abomination! Humans did not deserve to be able to lay eyes upon her kind, let alone be able to possess them as if they were objects... to use them as if they were nothing, as if they were just tools. Part of her wanted to scream her fury at him, but she couldn’t bring herself... she felt shattered, broken into a million pieces as she lay there.

When he turned back toward her, she gave a visible flinch and almost crawled backward to get out of his reach. It was her own turn to be surprised as his arms enfolded her and pulled her in tight to his chest, pressing her messy face against the soft silk of his garment. It wasn’t as soft as the clothes found in the courts... but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant either.

When he spoke of sending a maid, she shook her head quickly, but didn’t meet his eyes. “These blankets are fine... do not send anyone, please.” She wouldn’t explain her reasoning on it, but she could at least hope he’d just decide that if she didn’t want fresh blankets, she wouldn’t need them. Truth be told, she didn’t want to be seen. She didn’t want anyone looking at her like this... She was sure they’d take one look at her and even if she was clean, they would know somehow what he’d done... what she’d been forced to endure. And they were humans... the lot of them.

They would probably laugh, or scold her for resisting until he felt the need to do such things. Worse yet... they might show her pity. She didn’t want their pity... didn’t need it. To be pitied by a human was to be looked down on by the lowest of the low. She couldn’t bear that humiliation on top of everything else, and she knew her magic wasn’t strong enough to kill. If she wanted to kill them... it would have to be done with her bare hands.

 

[dryfter]

He left her then.....completely uncaring as to the knowing stares sent his way by his own servants, the front of his silken shirt stained white with the morning's actions. She had begged him not to send servants.....and in light of what he had just done, it seemed such a small request......so he had granted the fae that small measure of pride. No doubt she wanted to recover her wits before any in the manor could be allowed to rest eyes upon her.....

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A tiny giggle, grating, bordering on the annoyance perfected.

"Wow, such a little whore. You gonna have his babies soon too, warrior?"

Again, laughter......almost childish in nature if not for the malicious tone behind it.

"The court has been wondering why you've not showed for its gatherings.....just think of the wonderful news I can bring them! The once feared dark fae now a human's brothel girl!"

She was sure to be noticed now, a tiny weight resting suddenly on Lyssania's shoulder with a gentleness that startled the already horrified fae. And as she turned to gaze upon her "visitor", she was met by with a soul-less stare from onyx eyes so dark they radiated an aura.....even more so with a startling absence of both pupil and white......

The look on the fae's face set the tiny woman to giggling again......tiny yes.....at best she stood only seven inches tall, her skin tone the color of smoky caramel, and her rather revealing dress rivaling the tone of her eyes, even the sprite's hair was darker than the darkest night most humans had ever seen.....but not Lyssania.......the fae had seen such darkness in her time......

"Of course, you know this means I'm going to have to kill him. I'll let you live though....it will be amusing to hear you scream when the others play with you, I'm sure they will now that you've decided you're going to lower yourself to such filth."

Another wicked little giggle as the will o' wisp tumbled backwards, spilling off of the fae's moonlight colored shoulder to flutter upon dark gossamered wings, silken spiders thread, shrouded in shadow and radiating outward until the sprite herself was enveloped in it......the tiny ball of doom that had lured so many travelers to their death over the years......

"I can be kind though! Maybe I'll cut his big human cock off and bring it back to you here so you can play with it some more! Wouldn't that be nice!"

And then she was gone. Phasing silently into the same state of invisibility that she no doubt had used to infiltrate the manor.......

CLICK.

The cell door slowly swung open......

"Ania......?"

A soft musical giggling......and certainly not like anything he had ever heard from his pet.....almost instantly Travis regretted having left most of his weapons behind in his haste to tend to his own guilty conscience.

"Ania....that's cute.....not what we call her, but cute!"

Blonde eyebrows furrowed for a second.....the bundle of clothes quickly tossed her way as he peered into the dim lighting of the cell.

"Silly human! You can't see me! No matter how you try! See! Here I am!"

He staggered forward then, convulsing and spasming as a sudden jolt of sharp electricity shot through him.....a red hot circle of pain forming in the middle of his back......

Somehow he stayed on his feet, his teeth gritted in pain as he scowled around the room in vain......

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania barely had time to think about moving before she heard the laughter. For someone who had heard the tinkling of the demi fae’s voices her whole life, the sidhe still had so very little patience for the sounds they made. Their laugh was the worse. A visible cringe passed through her at the sound, mostly out of reflex as the will o’ wisp’s laughter reached her sensitive ears. The next reaction was more candid, obvious shock crossing her face, made more so apparent by the widening of her dark eyes as the tiny fae’s body settled it’s sparse weight onto her shoulder.

Her head turned to look at the smaller fae, and dread crossed her eyes. Lyssania had never known true fear in her entire life... not even after being brought here and forced to endure Travis’s treatment. Not even when she’d been gagging and convulsing around his cock, unable to breathe, had she known a true level of fear. Panic, perhaps, but never fear... never like this. She’d been found by someone of the courts so soon? IT was almost as if her people had known where she was the entire time. But of course... that couldn’t possibly be true. The Queen was not a kind woman at all... but she wouldn’t leave one of her own, one destined for such great things as Lyssania had been, at the hands of humans.

...Would she?

The demi fae laughed again and jumped off of her shoulder before Lyssania could move to strike her. Her taunts moved the sidhe’s blood to boil, and she was about to lash out at her not simply verbally, but with all the strength she had, when the fae phased out of existence as if she knew something Lyssania did not.

Too late did she hear the footsteps in the hall, and her mouth opened, her voice rushed and holding a hint of panic. “No, don’t...!” she managed to get out, but it was too late. Travis stepped into the room and that annoying laughter sounded around them again. Lyssania’s magic wasn’t at it’s best... but she still had some. Some strength left in her after the last few days. But would it be enough?

She didn’t have time to truly question the fact before she saw Travis stumble forward, only barely managing to keep from falling as the demi fae’s magic worked itself through him. The mixture of emotions he felt surged through her, but the sidhe was determined to keep from loosing her concentration. Grabbing the cloak he’d given her the night before from the floor, she climbed to her feet and reached out with her own magic, bending and morphing the shadows around them, feeling them with her very essence, searching for that tiny presence.

“Come out, come out, little one... let me hear your brave words now...” she murmured, her hands shifting the cloak in her grasp. Everything could be used as a weapon... everything, even something as simple as a cloak. “Or perhaps you’d rather speak with something more your size?” she called again, purposefully taunting the demi fae as she reached her hand behind her to one of the shadows. Almost instantly, her hand seemed to be nothing but a black, shifting mass. The tell-tale ticking of the mandibles of hundreds of tiny spiders filled the cell, and the creatures surrounded her hand, crawling their way up her arm.

She wasn’t calling nearly as much as she might have, but this was a test... of her strength and of the demi fae’s patience. They were a terribly vain and prideful people, the fae... Even Lyssania knew that, though she believed the sidhe were the only ones who truly lived up to their own egos. Would the demi fae be able to handle being called out in such a way? Or would she fall prey to the fear Lyssania knew so many in the dark courts had of her in response to her abilities?

The spiders crawled up her arm, the mass flowing and seeming to grow larger, including more and more of the arachnids, encompassing her naked body, pale flesh disappearing behind them as they crawled the length of her body from her shoulders down toward her feet. “I’m sure one of my pets would be happy to speak with you for me, little one... They’re quite the conversationalists.”

 

[dryfter]

"Oh, they're so cuuuuuute!"

Musical laughter chimed throughout the cell, rang off its walls, it mocking tone impossible to ignore.

"Sorry little pets, but I already have a playmate! Do be patient, and I'll play with you when I'm done!"

Another agonizing jolt, this one above his left hip. The current was enough to make his leg crumple in its convusions.....Travis sagging to one knee and scowling.....looking for an attacker that was no longer there.

"Ooooo! You're pretty tough....for a human. You've not screamed once! Tell me....now many of these do you think you can handle before I stop your heart completely?"

The rogue arched suddenly, a searing pulse of electricity centered directly on his spine, sending him the rest of the way to the floor.......that annoying laughter ringing in his ears......

"Oooo....see how mad she's getting? She's so protective of you, and you're the one who's had her chained up down here! Hehehe.....she even smells like you've been very very naughty with her. Such a shameful human you are!"

"Tharprixl"

A soft, feminine voice.......and a resulting squeak of anger.......all amusement gone. A shimmering in the air, extending from a newcomer, even as her auburn hair fell about her shoulders......the few of Lyssania's spiders that had been sent in search, snuffed out as easily as the invisibilty spell that the pixie had been counting on to continue its torment.......

"Who the hell are you?! And how dare you disturb my fun, HUMAN?!"

Black eyes bore down on the mage, Lorelei doing her best to completely block out the sight of the fae to her left.

"Simple....wisp. I'm a mage. And the presence of magic called me here.......strong magic......much stronger than any I've felt down here in the past week.......and now that I'm here.....I can tell exactly where its coming from."

Aura gone, the wisp gave a wicked smile of pride......only to be crushed a second later......

"And its not from you."

Tiny teeth bared in an almost feral snarl.....every miniature sculpted muscle coiled to bear down at this new and unwanted opponent.....

"I think you forgot someone."

She wasn't looking forward to it......hadn't gotten over her fear of the strange fae Travis had brought into the manor.......and was pretty certain she didn't want to know what was coming next. Certainly not considering the sudden and very dangerous flux of arcane energy coming from that side of the room......the aura itself a foul thing.......and she instinctively shied away from it.......but not so addle minded that she forgot to raise her own protective barriers, cantrips and spells muttered hastily under her breath.

The last time they had met, things had been quite different. And hadn't ended well at all.

Lorelei wasn't about to take a chance that she become a casualty of not so friendly fire......

"Get up, Travis. NOW."

 

[Jewelskye]

The door had opened and though Lyssania hadn't noticed it at first, the softly spoken word that killed out the aura of the wisp caught her attention. Eyes that were a deep amethyst and showed a swirl of quicksilver starlight in their depths turned to look at the human woman standing in the doorway.

The exchange between mage and wisp did not last long, but it was long enough for Lyssania to reign in her energies a bit. The arcane spiders continued to crawl all over her body. She didn't so much feel them as the energy they were formed of. They moved over her body and instead of feeling like thousands of tiny legs, it felt more like the steady flow of water, she was so in touch with the energy they were formed of. It was a part of herself, after all... an extension of her very soul.

The thought brought a small, almost poisonous smile to her lips and as the mage reminded their uninvited guest who was standing behind her, the sidhe moved forward. One wouldn't be able to see her legs move, or even notice a definitive step. She simply seemed to drift forward, over the floor.

Her hair, long and silken as it was, flowed around her as if there were a breeze in the room, though no one else would be able to feel it. They'd only feel the steady throb and hum of the energy pulsing around her like a living, tangible thing.

When the wisp rounded on her, preparing itself for an attack, Lyssania didn't move. Instead she simply stared at the lesser fae, watching as the shadows themselves, things the wisp had once cloaked herself in, shot out from the corners of the room. Small tendrils wrapped themselves around the tiny woman's arms and legs, and pulled her taught, into a spread-eagle position. There, they solidified, and though they were obviously still shadow, still darkness... they had a solid form, and not one that would release the tiny fae easily.

Lyssania took another shifting movement... drifting once more... until she was standing just before the wisp. She was still coated in the spiders, and now as one slender, delicate hand extended forward toward the tiny woman, one of those spiders crawled down her arm to perch on her fingers. "Do you find them cute now, little one? Do you find them amusing when one of them is looking you in the eyes, eager for your flesh?"

 

[dryfter]

With a pained smirk, the spider exploded.....a painful reminder that her bindings did nothing to diminish the wisp's powerful electric attack. Yet it was clear that she had lost....naked and bared before the woman she herself had tormented just a moment ago.....it was all too easy for this one to make a thousand more spiders to replace the one she had just destroyed. There had to be a way out of this.......

For his part, Travis scrambled to his feet painfully, his feet leaden and moving only under exertion of his considerable will. Turning, he found little time to marvel at the tiny creature's predicament, its nakedness revealed, or even how such a thing was in reality....anatomically correct. The creature's shrill whimpers turned to sharp cries of pain easily enough as the shadows binding it tightened almost imperceptably.

"Just kill it."

Lorelei still stood in the doorway, shivering slightly at the malicious look in the fae's eyes as she regarded her new plaything. Her voice was soft at best.....it was like a catastrophe in the making......horrible to watch, yet capable of transfixing its audience so that they couldn't look away if they wanted too......

"What the fuck is that thing, anyway?"

"Its a will o' wisp, Travis. A demi-fae....an evil sprite that usually gets its kicks from...."

"I know what a will o' wisp is. I've just never seen one."

The little sprite spat vehemently in the human's direction....hatred and loathing in its eyes.

"Going to rape me too, monkey? Make me your obedient little whore? I don't think so.....when the council hears about this....."

Another sharp cry as the creature instantly learned its mistake.....the walls echoing with the shrill wail of the wisp.

"Whore! Harlot! Trollop! Nothing more than some human's slut! I won't be the last one to come and cleanse you with death. Some warrioress you turned out to be.....conquered by the most base and lowly of species!"

The last few words were spoken through gritted teeth, ground against the pain that wracked her tiny form.....

"All they have to do is follow the scent of your shame....."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania didn't "just kill it" as Travis had commanded. No indeed, she was taking her time with the little fae. The shadows constricted tighter, pulled just a bit, threatening to rip her limb from limb but somehow stopping just before they even dislocated the tiny joints.

"So you like the idea of being raped, do you little one? Do you like the idea of being filled?" Another tendril of shadow had appeared, snaking across the open space to where the wisp was suspended. It slithered up, touching her tiny sex before suddenly thrusting up into her, not waiting for her to be ready or to even know what was coming. It undulated and moved, fucking her roughly until tiny bits of blood, though it likely seemed a good deal to her, began to run down her legs.

The fae was screaming. "Tell me how much they know, wisp... tell me, or I'll keep you alive until the next one arrives, just so they can see the example I've made of you. I'm sure you will be so happy to know that the sight of your raped body, perhaps even coated in human cum, will be the most talked about event at the courts. For you know the sheer morbid terror of seeing you so defiled will become the topic of choice. They wont want to talk so much about my shame as they will about your humiliation."

The tendril split here, becoming two, and one thrust up into the wisp's ass, claiming that hole as well as Lyssania walked around her, seeming to drift, her footsteps smooth and silent. "Either way, you will die. Tell me all I want to know... and be truthful... and I'll spare you and your clan the horror of you being found that way."

 

[dryfter]

So hard......

How could she possibly.....?

Concentrate in the midst of so much pain.......?

Was that really her own screams filling her ears? She was the tormentor, the wicked sprite who led unwary travellers to their deaths upon the highways they journeyed......

So much black.....so much darkness.....and yet even as her body shook beneath a brutal thrust of arcane energy, another pierced her, giving her no respite.....until she could feel what passed for her blood running freely from her violated orifices.....

"Tell me how much they know, wisp... tell me, or I'll keep you alive until the next one arrives, just so they can see the example I've made of you. I'm sure you will be so happy to know that the sight of your raped body, perhaps even coated in human cum, will be the most talked about event at the courts. For you know the sheer morbid terror of seeing you so defiled will become the topic of choice. They wont want to talk so much about my shame as they will about your humiliation."

A tiny head turned....another gutteral scream and a flinch as she endured another barrage, each one felt so keenly that it almost appeared that time had slowed so that she could be made even more aware of each tendril as it savagely raped her where no man had ever been allowed to touch......

Eyes opened.....wells of pupilless radiating onyx as the fixed on her with a pained smirk. Even now.....she was underestimated for her size.......

A thunderclap, a strangled cry.......and the tendrils were gone......for now. She wasn't stupid enough to think that this wicked fae couldn't summon more with little more than an afterthought......the coils of her own arcane substance reducing them to little more than floating pieces already beginning to dissappate in the air.....

"Did....you think.....I could only wound with my hands?"

Her voice was ragged, even in her own ears.....and the laughter....when it did come......was more unhinged and maniacal than she'd ever heard it before. She was going to die here......probably die screaming until her own lifeblood choked away the screams.......

"My humiliation? You'd best hope......unlike you, I can't birth a bastard child to offend the combined races of the council. You can torture me.....and they'll think I'm weak for breaking......you can torment me......and they'll laugh at my screams just as you do.......but remember this......my weakness ends with my death......yours lives on.......lives as long as he does."

A soft racking shudder of pain, response to the tightness of her bindings.....bindings she had little left to do anything about.......

"They will find you.....just as I did.....and they will learn......cover me in his cum if you wish.....slide my violated body over his flaccid excuse for manhood in a sick parody of fucking him.....go ahead.....it makes little difference."

Wicked eyes narrowed....as the slight creature found the one thing it could grasp that just might be stronger than the pain.......

"But don't be so stupid as to think that anything you do to me will be nearly as of interest to the council as the humbling of the mighty warrioress. How many want you dead? How many to avenge those that you've killed in your ambition? And you think that they won't notice? That they won't even have to spend effort on humbling you now......you've been broken by a human! If it weren't for the chance of you creating some sick abomination with it.....they'd probably be laughing at you for the next century."

Another burst of deranged laughter.....

"They won't think twice of me....."