The Culmination of Years of Meticulous Research - (Closed for CallMeRikkiRP)

Well, at least Rikki follows instructions without complaint, he thought. “Hmph. I’ll determine your punishment later.”

He ate the rest of his meal. It was actually quite good, but Claudio still felt sour and he wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t cum since that morning, but yet had been tantalized by having Rikki’s naked body on display, and nearly having sprayed his seed down her throat after lunch. If it was, Rikki would fix that soon enough.

Once he’d finished eating, he stood up and addressed the naked young woman. “Once you’ve cleaned up, meet me on the fourth-and-a-half floor.”

When she walked into the odd room, she would see the wizard standing next to a set of stocks, open for her neck and arms to be restrained.
 
Rikki cleaned the dishes quickly, then hurried up the stairs. She pushed open the door and walked hurriedly to her Master. "May I kneel to you in this situation, Master?" She asked respectfully. She saw the stocks and excitement churned with nerves in her stomach.
 
Claudio narrowed his eyes at her. “It brings you some kind of joy, or comfort, doesn’t it?” He pondered the question. She had asked his permission instead of assuming, so he wouldn’t dismiss it without consideration. “Let’s call this room our…playroom, and in this room you may kneel, unless I state otherwise.”

He held his hand out toward the stocks. “Right now, for example, don’t kneel. Instead, put your neck and wrists here.”
 
"Yes, Master. I prefer to show my commitment to you by kneeling before you, as if before a Holy God. For that is what you are to me now." Rikki stepped up to the stocks and leaned over, placing herself in the divets. She waited for the stocks to lock down on her.
 
Claudio lowered the upper bar on the stocks and locked it, trapping Rikki in place. He let his fingers trail down her body as he walked behind her. He crouched, her pussy staring him in the face, and caressed her kneecaps. “You prefer?” He squeezed the joints in question. “Are these your knees? Whose knees are these, Rikki? Who decides when these knees hit the floor?”
 
"Y-yours, Master. They are yours, just like the rest of me. I'm sorry, I misspoke. Please punish me, Master. I was very bad." Rikki said, quickly. She braced herself for his hand or scathing words. What am I saying?! Some corner of her mind screamed. Of course those are my knees! He doesn't own me! Rikki shoved the pesky voice further into the back-most regions of her consciousness.
 
Claudio stood back up. “That’s right, Rikki. They’re my knees, just like the rest of you is mine.” He reached out to cup one of her dangling breasts, squeezing the soft, malleable flesh. “Like these tits. These are my tits, Rikki, and I can do what I want with them, can’t I? If I want to squeeze them…” He squeezed it again, rolling her nipple in his fingers. “Or if I want to slap them…” He pulled his hand away and then slapped her boob up toward her chest, leaving a red mark on her pretty pink skin.

He reached his other hand between her legs, teasing her lower lips. “This pussy is mine, too, isn’t it Rikki? Mine to do what I want with…”
 
Rikki stiffened. Was he going to take her? Like this? Oh Nine Divines, please not like this!! Rikki thought frantically. She wriggled slightly away from his touch on her pussy. All she could think was that his cock might come spearing through her in this horrible position! He wouldn't, would he? No. No, making love for the first time should never be done like this. Not where she couldn't see him, where she couldn't draw comfort from a man's hands holding her through the pain. "Please, Master!" She begged. "Don't take me like this! Not the first time! Please! I'll do anything!" Rikki began to sob, uncontrollably. "P-p-please!" She stammered through the tears.
 
Claudio’s hand gripped Rikki’s crotch roughly. He wasn’t planning on taking her virginity here, but now he kind of wanted to, just to teach her a lesson. She would be able to hear the warm anger in his voice. “And why not!? What makes you think that you have any right to tell me what to do with my slave’s pussy!?”

His other palm cracked against her ass, and then he gave it another slap, right on the same point.
 
"Please, Master, I'm sorry! I just panicked!" Rikki begged. She flinched at his angry words more than his palm. "Please..." She whispered. "I love you! Don't make me hate you, please! This will not be a pleasant place to live if I hate you."
 
If she thought he was angry before, she would be shocked at the rage he felt then. But, it didn’t take the form of louder yelling or more slaps. Instead, his calm voice flowed to her ears like ice water, chilling to the bone.

“Did you just threaten me, Rikki? I’m afraid you don’t have the option of making my tower unpleasant whether you hate me or not.”

He stepped away to gather some instruments.
 
Rikki began to struggle hopelessly. She cursed her poor choice of words. She closed her eyes, recalling how to pick a lock with her hands restrained, but stocks were different. So Rikki tried to pull her hands out with no success. That small corner of her mind took over. I'm not his plaything! Why have I cooperated at all?! She screamed, hoping against all logic and reason that someone would hear. She tried frantically to pull loose. All was hopeless.
 
Rikki’s efforts did nothing to temper Claudio’s anger. How could she still not realize that she was his? He didn’t speak at first, simply attaching one butterfly clamp to each of her perky pink nipples, with a short silver chain between them. He used one finger to put light pressure on the chain, tugging her nipples toward the floor. “You need to learn, Rikki, that you belong to me. Spread your legs.” He patted her inner thighs until she stepped her feet apart to open her core to him. She would know by the ice in his tone that he would tolerate no objection. He attached two more clamps to her labia, an even shorter chain dangling between them. “Your wants and needs are secondary to mine, if I decide to consider them at all.” He pulled out a small two ounce weight on a hook and hooked it onto her pussylip chain, enjoying the sight of it pulling on her sensitive folds.

“When you request things of me, you will do so humbly and respectfully.” He brought out a third clamp and reached around to spread her open and clamp it high on the hood of her clit. This clamp had a chain dangling to its own two ounce weight, and Claudio lifted that chain to drape it over the one hanging between her tits, so that the weight put pressure on all three of those clamps. “And unless I decide to generously grant your requests, you will accept that rejection without complaint.” He pushed the second weight so that it swung back and forth.

He stood up and walked around in front of her. “Now, I don’t think there’s any reason for your disobedience to rob me of any sleep, do you?”

He didn’t wait for her answer before he took out his cock and shoved it in her mouth. He was angry, so he tried not to show on his face how good she felt, frowning as he thrust his hips. When he was close, he pulled out and finished with his own hand, hopefully for the last time, shooting his precious seed onto the floor where Rikki would find it difficult to look at anything else. She might not yet be upset that he didn’t cum in her mouth, but in the morning when her head pounded and her muscles ached, she would be.

“Don’t worry,” he said flippantly. “You can clean that up in the morning.” With that, plus a parting slap on her ass to make the weights move, Claudio left and went to bed, sleeping like a baby until sunrise.
 
Rikki struggled all night. She promised herself that no matter what happened, she would never be his docile plaything again. She felt the withdrawal from his drugged cum and didn't care. At least it meant she hadn't had his filthy cum in her mouth. Whenever, through the long night, she felt a traitorous longing for him, she reminded herself that he had kidnapped her. He planned to rape her. These thoughts kept her anger, no, rage kindled high enough to burn any small willingness to submit again. He would know that Rikki Moonglade was a force to be reckoned with!
 
Claudio woke with a smug smile on his face, knowing how much Rikki would be suffering. His anger at her disrespect kept him from feeling any sympathy for the pain she had been in all night, or how much worse her withdrawal symptoms would have made it. He showered, dressed, and walked down to the playroom.

Rikki would hear his footsteps behind her before she heard his cheery greeting. “Good morning, slave!”

He unbuckled her from the stocks to let her stand, not mentioning or acknowledging the clamps on those sensitive parts of her body. “Do you have anything you would like to say?”
 
Rikki straightened and calmly began removing the clamps. "No." She said flatly. "I don't think I do have anything to say to you." She dumped the clips on the floor, then moved toward the exit. "Oh, and next time you want to keep a girl imprisoned, maybe consider not inspiring an inescapable sense of hatred? Even if I never come off your drug, I'd rather kill myself than be your toy until I'm no longer pretty. Thanks for the life lesson anyway!" Rikki turned on her heel and stalked to the door.
 
Claudio’s smile didn’t diminish. It was impressive that Rikki wasn’t giving in after one day, with the headache he knew she had, but she wouldn’t last long. By this evening her muscles would be cramping and sore, her mouth would be dry, and her head would be pounding. By morning she would barely be able to walk. He had not spared her any misery when he created the spell to alter his cum. After all, he had wanted the woman he chose to be desperate for him on a daily basis.

Still, she had been rather quick to come around at first, and he wasn’t surprised to find that it was insincere. She’d probably been hoping to escape last night or something. Well, if that’s what she wanted, then maybe he would give her that chance. It would be a good lesson.

“Inspiring hatred?” He still had that smug smirk. “For giving you the punishment you deserve after you threatened to make my life miserable? Please.” He rolled his eyes. “Yesterday morning you told me you loved me, and last night you called me your god.” Such fickleness was beneath him, and it should’ve been beneath her. “Now you hate me? Emotions so fragile and transient aren’t worth the breath used to speak them.”

He waved away her reply, turning to look out the window. “I have a task for you.” He interrupted her before she could reply, anticipating an argument. “You may even enjoy this one. You’ll get to go outside…”
 
"I SAID YOU WERE MAKING MY LIFE MISERABLE!" Rikki exploded. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PUNISHMENT I JUST WANTED TO BE IN YOUR ARMS WHEN YOU TOOK MY VIRGINITY! And," She began to whisper. "I do love you, against my better judgement." Rikki burst into frustrated tears and sank down to her knees.
 
Claudio matched her volume, his words dripping with scorn. “AND DID I TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY?!” He took a step closer. “You thought I wasn’t listening to you, didn’t you? Thought I was too far gone in my anger? Felt like you needed me to coddle you? Tell you it was all going to be okay?” Another step. “I TOLD YOU THAT WAS A PRIVILEGE YOU HAD NOT YET EARNED, BUT DID YOU TRUST ME? NO!” Another step. “Instead, you tried to make that decision for me, begging me not to do what I had given you no reason to think I would! You had NO RIGHT!”

His voice lowered, the fire replaced with ice. “I’m not an evil man, Rikki, but managing your feelings and reassuring you about your fears is not my job. You are here to serve. Me. Not the other way around.”

His face softened, barely enough to notice. Now that his words were out, his rage had cooled, leaving behind a nugget of true care for Rikki and her well-being. Oh, he was still the same man. He still had no regrets about slipping his addictive cum into her drink, and he still intended to keep her as a slave, but he didn’t want to mistreat her, and most of the reason he wanted to punish her was that she seemed to have enjoyed it. He refused to appear weak in front of her, though, so she was going to have to get on board with the tiny dictatorship inside his tower, or she could take her chances outside with the withdrawal symptoms.

He stepped closer, lightly brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. “So you love me, huh?” A tiny smile appeared on his dark, handsome face. “I am a man of my word, Rikki. So let me make you a promise.” The smile got a tiny bit wider, and a lot more predatory. “I promise to abuse your love for me. But, not in ways that truly harm you, and mostly in ways that I suspect you’ll enjoy.” He stepped back, his face darkening. “Will you accept that now, and know your place? Or will our relationship become more...antagonistic?”
 
Rikki bowed down, pressing her forehead to the rug. "I'm sorry, Lord. I promise I'll be good now." The voice in the back of her head, the one that raged against captivity, finally quieted. The thought that had defeated it still rang in Rikki's mind. I love him.
 
Claudio reached down to run his fingers through her hair. “That’s a good girl, Rikki. I’m glad we understand each other.”

He knew she must be needing a dose, so he opened up his pants to lull his cock out. It was limp at the moment, but Rikki could fix that. “You deserve a reward. You may suck my cock now.”
 
Rikki gratefully took his cock in her mouth and sucked and licked with great enthusiasm. When his hot cum finally poured into her mouth she gulped down every drop.
 
Claudio kept his hand in Rikki’s hair while she kissed, licked, and sucked on his cock. He could feel her effort this time, but the assortment of emotions he was still coming down from distracted him, giving her plenty of time to perfect her technique. His eventual orgasm was as inevitable as it was pleasurable, and once she was done cleaning him up he stroked her head, looking down at her with affection.

“Well done, Rikki. My offer still stands, Rikki. I need you to run an errand for me.”

He pulled out a thin silver chain with an opal set in a silver disc. Claudio clasped the necklace around her neck. After all, Rikki hadn’t earned the right to war clothes yet.

“This will keep away the chill, as well as inform the people that you’re mine. They won’t even acknowledge your state of undress.”

That was a lie. It would actually cast an illusion, making Rikki appear dressed in an outfit like her old leather traveling clothes to everyone except her and him. The townspeople wouldn’t acknowledge her nakedness because they wouldn’t see it.

He needed her to pick up a set of chains and shackles that he would be using on her in various fun scenarios. “I have a package that should be ready at the blacksmith, and feel free to shop for any foodstuffs we need.” He handed her a pouch of gold that would cover the blacksmith’s goods and a decent amount of groceries.
 
Rikki eagerly took the money and scampered out the door. She smiled at the people. They generally ignored her. She hurried to the blacksmith and asked for a package for the Wizard Praevarix. He handed her a basket full of chains and shackles. She grinned eagerly. About half of the coins went to the blacksmith. That left quite a few for food and cooking utensils. Rikki bought everything she needed, but there was still gold in the bag. She bought a notepad and a quill and ink. She hurried back to the tower. "Lord, I'm home!" She called out. Rikki quickly put away the things she'd bought. She found him in the labratory. "Lord, I bought the things you wanted. And," She hesitated. "There were coins left and so I bought some things to keep me busy when you don't need me. Is there somewhere I can keep them?" She bit her lip, worried.
 
Claudio stood from his desk, managing his anger. He knew he needed to be calm and steady for her, but that wouldn’t keep him from punishing mistakes. “Did I give you permission to buy personal things for yourself?” He would have, of course, but that wasn’t the point. “Could I have told you to spend my gold on diversions and then forgotten about it?”

He knew the answer, and once she’d given it to him he stepped up to her and caressed her cheek. “I’ll have to punish you for making purchases without permission, of course. Two punishments, actually, Rikki. Lunchtime has already passed.”

Hopefully the look on his face would tell her that he wasn’t too angry. After all, she was still getting used to his rules and schedule. He wouldn’t expect perfection until later.

He gestured to the door, dismissing her. “Knock on my door when lunch is ready.” Just before she walked away, he turned back to interrupt her. “Set your new things on the table in the library for now. I’ll find you something more permanent soon.”
 
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