Dark Lessons: CLOSED for Seranova.

The snows would fall soon. She has no regrets and much hope, while she was very talented in many mundane skills, her latent magical gifts had begun to become a hazard.
It was decided, partly for her, that she would have a mentor who would teach her the finer arts of the arcane and gift her with greater skill over her own meager abilities.
No one seemed surprised when a letter arrived from a great and wise Wizard in the North western reaches, far from her own home, but worth it for the opertunity.

Cheska was a quiet and pretty member of her race, short of stature, but bold and proud, the Halfling people always had a habit of looking for what was next, what was just around the corner. With pale lightly freckled skin, and long red hair that reached just past her hips. She kept this in a braid to keep it under control, and her soft green eyes would look out from under these tresses into the world.
Despite her short three feet height, she cut a very nice figure that even caught the eye of human males.

She looked down at the letter again, to remind herself of whom she would apprentice to, it was odd that she could never remember the name of her new teacher without looking at the parchtment. But everyone seemed to forget but were happy she was going.


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The last batch of letter for the season had already been sent out. Winter would be approaching soon enough, and there was already a chill in the air most days. Winter came early in this part of the world. The great Wizard, Vindel Fulcrus, stood on the rampart of his keep and stared out over the near barren plains before him. He noted that his breath was already starting to be seen in the cool air.

The plains surrounding Fulcrus Keep were actually teaming with life during the warmest of summer months. But the coming of autumn and winter had turned to long grass brown, and the light shrubs and trees bare. From now until the first snow of the season, the plains would appear lifeless and decrepit. Fulcrus turned on his heal and entered the open doorway that would take him inside.

The six-foot tall human shrugged off his cloak and held it out, where it was promptly accepted from his grasp by a female guard. The girl was elven by birth, and was one of many that had serving his needs for years. In fact, there were no males in his keep, save himself. And this was the way he preferred it. Humans, elves, even the occasional drow, all living with him, all serving in some way or another; guards, kitchen duty, general upkeep, and even sexual service. All were his for the taking from each of them.

There was one thing in common from these women. All showed magical promise on some level or another. All had been lured in with the idea that they would be trained personally by the great Master Fulcrus. And all had been trained, though not in the ways they had first expected. Now, they served his every whim, and were fiercely loyal. Most would even die for him. This was the secret of Fulcrus Keep.

But it was never enough.

Every year, he sent his letters. Every letter enchanted with a spell that would cause it's target's relatives and friends to forget where his targets were even going. No chance of being saved or rescued. No chance of escape. The women who did resist upon arrival, and there had been many, generally got lost trying to get home, as none could ever remember how they had gotten there, exactly. This was the trap. Beautifully simple.

And so, the Wizard waited. Each year he called more. Each year generally brought him only a few prospects. Some years, only one. He wondered what this year would bring.

He settled easily into his throne in the main hall, barely lit as it was, and ran a hand through his long, jet-black hair. A clean-shaven face, sunken green eyes, and a hawk-like nose met any that would come to greet him. His apparel was nothing special. A simple, yet elegant dark jade tunic and black trousers, with leather boots laced up to calves fitted his body like a tailored glove. When needed, a black cloak was thrown over his shoulders, but he had already discarded it to one of his girls for the evening.

It shouldn't be but another day or two, before his new recruits began to arrive. He wondered how many would last long enough to join his ranks.

The lord of Fulcrus Keep settled his chin in his hands and sighed heavily as a smirk crossed his lips. He always loved the winter, and the joys it brought.

It was not a pretty Keep, but it was majestic. Fitting a Wizard, she felt. Her journey had taken many days and much of it alone on riding dog. Her mount was a great furry beast of Husky stock, perhaps a bit of wolf as he tended to be a bit wild in his walk.
The land was barren of green now, she could feel the cold in the air against her skin and shivered just a bit, puffs of air exhaling before her. The Keep had come into site just as she passed over a rise by a near river, and was growing closer still. She had tucked the letter into her vest under her winter cloak and gave a nod, she coaxed her mount into a light run. The sooner she arrived, the warmer she would be.


"I do hope I meet his standards, I would hate to be sent home before I even begin my lessons." she said to no one.

A sentry saw the small rider approaching and sent a runner to tell Master Fulcrus, he would be pleased. The sentry looked back, raising an eyebrow, "Rather puny.. " she smirked.

In no time, she arrived at the gates, tall, dark and looming, sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the weather.
She dismounted from the canine and waved.

"Hello! I am come by invite!" she waved her letter. "The Wizard Fulcrus has sent a letter requesting me! I am Cheska Malikov from far off Hollow Glen.. Hello?"

Suddenly, with a great creaking sound, the ponderous gates began to swing slowly open, and in so doing, presented a woman dressed in fine clothes of noble cut, smiling with a nod.
"Enter young Lady Malikov and be welcome.. I shall take you to the master while the guard stables your mount."

Cheska handed off the reigns and grabbed her saddle bags and a back pack, smiling brightly, she didn't notice that most every person who might be seen. Was a woman.

Fulcrus strode easily down the stone hallway that led from his chambers. His mind was turning as leather boots struck the hard flooring. While he had yet to see any of the girls that had arrived, he knew that a few had. Among the ranks this year, as he had been informed, was a pair of Humans, an Elf, and a Halfling. Four girls. Seems the invites were rather spare in their enticing this time around. Only four girls. How many of them would make it through his training and end up staying?

A Halfling.

He paused in his steps and stared at a mirror along the wall, then brushed a hand through his hair to smooth it back. For a man of his age, magic kept him looking to be about thirty seasons. Truth be told, he wasn't really sure how old he was anymore. Well over a century of learning and perfecting his art. He had long since lost track.

The idea of a Halfling intrigued him. Never before had one accepted an invitation to his keep, and the thoughts of such a creature within his walls caused his head to tilt curiously as he gazed at himself. It would be a rather drastic change from his usual girl, as most of them were Human, Elf, or Drow. His brow perked as a new series of thoughts ran through his mind. Then he chuckled, shook his head, and forced them out as he turned and continued his trek down the long path.

A pair of females stood ready to open the doors to the main hall, the largest room of the Keep. Located within should be the four potential recruits to his training, all lined up and ready for his approval or to be sent away. The doors opened slowly, guided by the hands of the servants before him.

As he stepped through, he found himself very interested to get a look at the Halfling, especially.

She had taken some time to alter her clothes just a bit, sensible yet attractive. Not she was trying to get the apprenticeship with looks. One had to be smart and attentive for magic.
It didn't help that she was at the end of a line of taller girls, she had nothing against them at all, but would Fulcrus be swayed by them being able to reach things without a stepping stool?


"Don't be stupid Cheska." she thought, "Wizards are serious old men of learning, and they will see potential where potential lies." she gave a nod.

Waiting, she gave a look about the room and it occurred to her how many women seem to about the place, she looked back at the doors she an the other three had entered and sure enough, female guards.

"Oh dear.. an they are all very pretty.. this can't bode well." she bit her bottom lip and noticed the elf looking about, "Does she see it to?" sure enough, the elf adjusted her clothes as well, checked her hair. "She noticed.."

Just then, the doors swung slowly opened and every came to attention after a fashion, The halfling looked up, expecting to see a kindly old grandfather and found a younger and, well, handsome human.

"Maybe the trip home won't be so bad after all..." but she only showed a bright and cheerful smile instead resignation of a wasted trip.

The man paced back and forth before the line of women. Each had dressed differently for the occasion, though none had gone so far as to be completely and obviously sexual with their attire. As always. A smile touched his lips. There was time for that later.

A Human was first in line. Blonde, lithe, pert breasts, hidden under blouse and leather corset. His green eyes traveled down. Hips left something to be desired. With a nod, he stepped on. Elf was next, and while she had obviously adjusted a few things very recently, he was not impressed by this. Heavy bosom, accentuated by attire, and the rest of her was desirable enough. But she lacked a certain appeal. He wasn't sure what. The other Human followed, and after a quick perusal, he was satisfied. She was the prettiest of the three so far. Dark hair, gorgeous eyes, simple, yet elegant form hidden by clothing. With another nod, he passed her.

The Halfling. Much shorter than the line, but attractive enough. Deep red locks, well-developed form. She was half his height, but he found this more intriguing than dissuading. He stared at her for a good long while, as if considering something rather drastic. His bare chin rested in his hand thoughtfully.

Fulcrus had never considered the idea of one of her kind among his ranks. At least, not to this extent. The idea was different. He couldn't place his finger on it exactly, but it interested him enough that he decided to look upon it as a challenge. So much so, in fact, that he turned and made his decision quickly. He would focus all of his attention this time on the one he desired now.

"You three. You are dismissed. Apologies, but you are not what I require in a student for my training." He glanced back at the shorter girl and smiled softly. "You, however... welcome to Fulcrus Keep. One of my girls will show you to you chambers. We shall begin tomorrow, at first light."

With the directions given, he turned on his heel and strode quickly from the room. A glance through one of the windows as he passed. The first snowfall would be coming soon.

There are moments in life where a single word can shatter and bring ruin, others where silence can bring shame or misunderstanding. Knowing the difference defines the rest of a persons life.

Blushing, Cheska bowed her head, hiding her smile as best she could. "Thank you Master Fulcrus, I will do my very best and try to meet every expectation presented to me." she said softly.
Inside, she was leaping about madly with joy, "YES! I am his student! me!" she screamed between her own small pink, shading to red, ears.
She almost jumped when a young woman cleared her throat and bid her to follow, "Yes, thank you." a bit of edge to her voice, she turned and followed.

Cheska did not look back at the other girls, she did not want to for fear of the anger they might show her, but at the last moment, she caught the elfs eyes and they were not full of anger or malice, but joy and a bit of regret. Cheska risked a small wave and was then around a corner and following her guide down and hall to some stairs leading up.

A note about Halflings and High places. They are not fond of them, In a Halfling home, there is rarely an Up stairs, and often as not, a down stairs. Halfling's like things on their own level and wish the world could see the value in such things.
It was not fear that brought this about, but when ones legs are the shortest in the land, you tend to get a bit annoyed with all the taller folk making all these damn stairs every where.

Fulcrus was awake before the sun even rose. Of course, with the way the dark clouds showed hints of gray in the pre-dawn light, a visible sunrise was not likely this day.

Bare feet hit the cold floor of his chambers as he sat up in bed, then, still nude as he had slept, the man strode slowly towards the full window at the other end of the spacious room. The plains below hinted at a fresh snowfall in the dim light, and he smiled slightly. The first snow of the season. It was time to begin training his newest acquistion. The fascinating Halfling. As green eyes stared out over the sparsely snow-covered ground, he wondered exactly how he should break her in.

There was always the possibility of just throwing everything at her right away. Simply beginning the training with a proverbial bang, and seeing how she reacted to such treatment. Some of his girls had handled it well, others had folded under the onslaught of abuse and pleasure and hadn't even lasted the entire session, before breaking and being sent off whimpering to whatever fate awaited them outside the Keep's walls.

Alternatively, he could play the games with her. Test her slowly, draw out the eventual inevitability, and have some fun along the way. This proved effective with others. Which was she?

Images of the Halfling's as of yet unknown nude form bound in ropes like a piece of art and begging for him caused his unsheathed manhood to jerk in its first signs of life. He looks down to gaze at growing flesh and chuckles softly. Apparently he enjoyed the idea of her more than he had thought he would. The dark haired wizard lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, at which point shuffling could be heard from the corner of the room. A Drow female, one of his personal guard, always present in his chambers, quickly closed the gap before him and nearly fell to her knees at his feet. Stiffening length was practically engulfed in her mouth almost immediately.

Fulcrus sighed in satisfaction and stared out the window as the slurping girl brought him even more to life than before. He did so enjoy the look of fresh snow on the ground.

After several minutes, he snapped his fingers once more, and the girl made a whimpering sound but released his throbbing, unsatisfied shaft. He turned without a word and dressed quickly, shoving his proud manhood into leather trousers, and then pulling on dark red tunic. Cloak was left unused, when he strode from his room and down the hall towards his newest acquisition's chambers.

When the lord of the Keep arrived, the guards opened her door dutifully, and he strode right in, as if he owned the place. Which, in fact, he did.

"Are you awake yet? It is first light. Your training begins now." His loud voice carried through the room.

The Room was incredible, it was huge. For all intent and purpose, it was a Halfling house, or could be.
Dominated by a large four poster bed, plush billows and comforters lay over the mattress while braided silk tassels hung down from each corner, the post had been carved in such a way with many loops and vine like holds up and down the lengths.
She saw, what appeared to be a series of eye bolts in the over head canopy, unsure what they were for, lamps perhaps?

The rest of the room comprised a human size wardrobe and writing desk, but as she watched, the servant gathered the huge chair and took it from the room, "A more suitable one will be provided girl." she said in passing.

"Girl?" Cheska thought. But she was new here an the soldiers and servants would have station above her own, so she supposed. "Thank you." she called back.

The walls were stone of course and she had a large window which she could look out upon the court yard. No view of the outside world beyond the Keep was seen.

After a small meal was provided, Cheska put her things away and viewed her new chair, it had steps she could climb and the seat was set so she could actually use the desk. There was also a large chair in the room, she assumed it would be for guest.

Since night had fallen, she changed into a her night dress and bedded down for the night, intimidated by the oversized bedding, it was more of a wrestling match than bed time, but she managed.

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Waking before dawn, she rose and washed herself. She had no idea when her new master would call for her and she needed to be ready.
She chose a long skirt and simple shoes, then topped this off with a white blouse and vest with small pockets to hold things.
No one had called her to breakfast, so she was glad she had some rations left from the trail.

Just then, as she was lacing her shoes, her skirt drawn up to mid thigh, the door burst open and her master entered the room, so surprised, she fell back with a start, landing hard on her back side. Her legs exposed up to the knees.

"Good morning Master Fulcros! I am ready.. yes!" she blurted, instantly feeling stupid and silly.

This was not a good way to start ones training, not at all.

The man's face was deadpan, even as his eyes rested on the small girl's calves. While appreciative of the teasing view, and while his teased member flexed imperceptibly in his leather trousers, he was not impressed with her poise in the least. Fulcrus sighed heavily and waved a hand absently. "Get up and come here, child." His words were terse, and obviously impatient. He had decided just how he was going to get through to her.

He gestured towards the spot on the floor in front of his feet, indicating where she should be, then began to pace back and forth slowly before even waiting to see if she would comply.

The tall Wizard brushed his hand through his hair and composed his thoughts. Finally, after several moments of the heavy sounds of footfall echoing through the room, he turned and spoke sternly. "What do you know of magic? What do you understand of it?" He waited for an answer as he resumed his pacing, green eyes burning and searching the room. Truth be told, the man was barely even really paying attention to her response. His mind would catalog it and save it for study later.

"What brought you here? Why did you accept the invitation?"

Something caught his eye. A smirk tugged at his lip, but quickly retreated. There, on the floor near the wall, probably unnoticed due to its position halfway behind the wardrobe located opposite the bed. A quick murmur left his lips, and a tiny motion with his finger, and the rope began to uncurl from its roll and slither silently around the room as a snake.

Fulcrus turned quickly and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, hoping to turn her as if about to say something vitally important, all the while hoping she would not notice or be mindful of the rope that was busy weaving its way around the room behind them.

"Dear one, let me explain why you are here, why you were chosen." His voice now was softer, like a teacher being patient with a struggling student. "You were chosen for your capacity to learn. But you have to be willing to do anything for the art you seek. Else you will not last long here."

All the while, the rope wound its way through eye bolts in the canopy bed at their backs.

"Are you willing to do anything, child?"

*Gathering herself quickly, she all but jumped to the spot he directed her to and listened, but each time she opened her mouth to speak, he had another question, important questions and she was getting nervous, blushing as she watched him pace.
"He is going to send me home, Home, I am gone, lost.. he hates me!" yelled within her own mind, her thoughts racing to come up with good clear answers, to gain his trust once again, to show that she would be the star in his teachings.

She never noticed the coiling rope, its winding braid making a circuit through the odd bed post, she watched him and nodded or shook her head as she hoped he would want. when he finished, or seem to, she waited a heart beat, maybe two.*

"Yes! I would do anything to stay. Please, I am a good student and I will work so hard, I'll scrub floors, clean the shelves do what ever needs doing, I swear, just give me a chance Master Fulcrus." she pleaded, her eyes bright an passionate, "I know magic, I feel it.. "

*she lowered her head, and in so doing, she thought something odd about Fulcrus, something.. off, about his pants. Shaking her head and clearing her thoughts.*

"I want to learn and I will do what ever you ask of me."

By now, the ropes had finished their ornate threading of eye-bolts, and winding of posts, and created an intricate pattern over the large, four-post canopy bed. Fulcrus glanced back to see the rope poised and ready, like a snake ready to strike towards its target at the appropriate moment. But it would wait. That was the spell's design, after all. His eyes fell back on the girl just as she was making her last statement, that she would do nearly anything for this.

"Whatever I ask of you, eh?" he inquired, a brow raising, and the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. "The training will be difficult, taxing, and rather unorthodox. Many things will happen that you will not understand, but you will do them anyways. As a new apprentice, everyone in this Keep is your better, with myself being the greatest. Is that understood?"

He paused and placed a hand on the top of her head. With her height being only half his, he couldn't stop the mental image in his mind; one of her being at just the right angle for so much... His head shook slowly once, brushing the thought out for the moment. This next part required focus.

"If you're ready to begin, then we shall. I must break you down before I can build you back up." His voice was flat and cold now, as if speaking to a form of filth, something not even worth his time, effort, or vast knowledge. It was critical that she recognize her place, her role here, if she was to be suitable for his needs. For this to happen, it was the little things that were just as important as the big things. Avoiding eye contact, tone of voice, gestures, all of these usually served to plant the smallest ideas of low value and worth. It was that sense that was needed in order to push training of this nature.

The man lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, an Elven woman entered with a large case in her hands, about two feet in width, leather-bound, with ornate designs over the outsides. But just as she was entering, something else happened.

The snap of Fulcrus's fingers was the trigger that caused the remaining lengths of rope dart through mid air, each aimed at a limb, with the last headed towards midsection. Once they would arrive, they would wrap around and drag the small girl back to the bed to suspend and bind. If it worked as planned, then it would be delicious to watch her squirm helplessly.

The man's eyes flashed bright as they followed the ropes on their way to the girl. A sneer crossed his lips in anticipation as time seemed to slow.

Cheska barely had time to understand to react as she was caught and hoisted from the floor and in between the two ornate bed post, her arms and legs stretched out, she screamed in shock as she looked about wildly, her long braid of hair whipping back and fourth.

“What!? By the goddess, what is the.. what is!?” she cried out, pulling and kicking with her legs to no avail. She was caught firm and secure, straining at the ropes as they completed the set task of her capture. She turned and focused her attention on Fulcrus.

“Master Fulcrus, what is the meaning of this? Why am I bound like this?” she tried to catch his eye, but he seemed more intent on either her body, the post, or the girl with the box. Cheska turned her attention to the girl, but she had her eyes on the box and nothing else.
Had the Master gone mad, had the long years caught up with him? She knew some minor healing magic, a few tricks to aid an addled mind. But she was sure this might be beyond her meager skills.

She kept pulling at the ropes, hoping he would explain, he had said that he must tear her down, what could that mean? Then with a sinking dread, surely he could not mean to do her harm, could he?

“Master?” she said, scared now, her voice caught with a bit of fear.

"Hush now, child."

The words were soft, yet firm, as Fulcrus eyed the struggling girl with a bemused look upon his face. So feisty, so fearful, so naive... everything about her excited him, gave him a thrill he hadn't had in years. As the small woman tried in vain to thrash her way free, the Wizard Lord simply watched. His head tilted slightly, eyes traveling along her still-covered form as he made a mental checklist of things that would need changing. That outfit, for one, was not pleasing enough to his eye.

He turned and opened the case that the Elven female was dutifully holding and drew out a ceremonial blade, curved, ornate, and about nine inches long from hilt to tip. It flashed in the room's light when he moved in front of the Halfling and lifted it slowly.

"Better hold still," the man whispered as a warning, barely even a second before the blade rose quickly, entered collar, and ran down. Severely sharpened steel easily sliced through blouse, then his hand grasped at the remnants and tore them away quickly. A moment's pause, and the wicked blade set to work on long skirt, slip, and undergarments. All that remained after the knife's work was her simple shoes. He stepped back to admire for several moments, a smile spreading thin lips, then the man reached for a few new items out of the case.

"You will be fitted for new attire," the Wizard explained evenly, as if describing the weather casually. "You will not remove said attire, or try and cover up with more. The training requires complete, absolute obedience. To help condition you towards that end, you will be wearing this." Held aloft in his hand was a metal band, crafted simply, shining in the light as it turned slowly in his fingers. With a smooth motion, the band was guided until it pressed against her throat, and clasped down behind. The magic present within the collar locked the metal band in place, unable to be removed without the Wizard's consent.

"This collar has been enchanted to react to your mood and intent. Behavior and obedience is all that the collar will tolerate. Disobedience or ill intent will be punished with a powerful shocking spell." Fulcrus leaned close to the Halfling's face and whispered softly, "It won't kill you... but it will certainly be quite unpleasant..."

The man's eyes shone brightly as he stared into hers. She was his, now. She would learn that in time...

It would be to his nature and credit that Fulcrus had seen the look in Cheska's eyes many times over. And while a scream begged deep in her throat, she remained silent, save for pitched gasping and a soft whimper of pure fear as he began his short work.

She was sure she was going to die, that he would cut her from throat to groin or in some other likewise horrible manner and thus, she clenched her eyes shut till she felt the cold metal collar snap shut, like a bell tolling doom for her.

And with that, her eyes snapped wide, she stared down at him, shaking, shivering really.

"You are mad." she said, "Insane.. I'll have none of this.. release me at once you!" she cried out, tugging forcefully at her bonds, which was pointless of course.
"I will do no such thing, You will free me now!" she cried.

But what could she really do, was he really going to torture her, was this why he brought her an the others here? dread began to well up with each breath.
And what of this collar, her intent was to be away, not really ill against him but freedom for herself.
She watched him, and then thought of punching him in the crotch, as her people are want to do when confronted by the larger folk.
Her back arched as she cried out in pain, her muscles tensing, her breast rising as she twitched and jerked, the brief shock ringing though her already straining body, "AAAAAAAAAAAA!" her cry filled the chamber till she slumped, shaking, in pain.

Her outbursts were amusing. Even more so was the evidence that the enchanted collar was working as intended. She was certainly feisty, which was even more impressive and equally endearing given her size. Eyes roamed down her shivering body, pausing at the more interesting elements, as unsatisfied member twitched to life again in his trousers. A sneer touch his lips as he reached up slowly and traced a finger over her throat and the locked collar. This was going to be even more fun than he imagined.

"Yes... you will. What happened to the girl that not a few minutes ago was 'willing to do anything' for her training? Does anything now have limits to which I was not aware?" As he spoke, fingertips moved slowly down her small figure, over a breast, hand closed around it, and he gave it a testing squeeze. Nipple was pressed to his palm for a moment, before his hand was drawn back slightly and fingers gently teased the nub at peak. As they worked, he spoke evenly.

"For all you know, this is a legitimate portion of your training, and it very much is just that. Yet you slander me immediately upon barely even beginning. As I told you before, misguided child... I must break you before I can train you properly."

The digits tightened around the bud and pinched firmly, then released. Another moment's pause, and they began to gently tease it's twin.

"Now. As I was saying, before you interrupted me," he gave her a look that said they would be discussing that fact later, then continued. "You will address me as Master at all times. You will obey all orders made by myself or anyone else, and you will remain respectful at all times. I expect these mannerisms will probably be slow to learn, but you will comply eventually. Of that, I can promise."

Fingers left her chest and gradually slid down her stomach. Where taught thighs met at apex, his hand slid between and cupped at her most intimate of parts. The palm pressed against the bundle of nerves located there while fingers slid along folds, and his wrist rocked hand back and forth gradually.

"What am I, child?" Fulcrus glared at her face while his hand teased and violated her sex.

Writhing in horrified humiliation, she whimpered, then screamed as he taunted and then pinched her tender breast, anger flaring as her body responded in ways she did not want it to.
Her eyes locked with his and her fear and loathing grew as he drew his hand closer to her nether region, then gasped and locked away, shivering, biting down hard on her arm to distract herself.
His touch was warming and teasing and she hated it, she hated him and with a sharp cry, she turned to glare at him, seething with frustration, she wanted to get away, be any where else but here, she wanted to hurt him and once against, she yelped in pain as the collar performed it's duty well.

"MONSTER! You AAaaaa! are a NNnnng.. a Monster.."

She had to clear her mind, she had to fight her own body, even as her nether's warmed to his touch. Why was her body betraying her, she had no love for him, not before and she never would.
She was finally able to look back at him, look him in the eyes and with ragged breath, "Mm .. Master.." she hissed, not hiding her hate for him at all.

To say that he wasn't expecting resistance would have been a lie. In truth, Fulcrus fully expected these first few weeks, possibly even months, to be filled with resentment, anger, and more than likely, attempts at escape. To expect anything else would be foolish, and while the man was many things, a fool he was not. Therefore, measures would be taken to help aide in the training of this one, as they had been for all of his girls.

"That's better," he said with a knowing, calm smile. "Soon you will even come to believe that word as truth..."

His eyes were allowed once again to travel down her form, wich was decently enough endowed. Breasts, while not overtly sized, were a good shape. Nipples at the peaks of mounds pronounced. Well-toned arms and stomach. Shapely hips and thighs; all were pleasing in their own way to his gaze. He was appraising her slowly, and made no intent to hide it. And all the while, his hand continued to violate her womanhood.

But there was one thing amiss. The proud patch of pubic hair surrounding her nethers. That had to be remedied. He glanced towards the Elven female and gestured as such, and she set down the case and bowed, before making a hasty exit.

"Tell me, child. Have you ever known a man?" Even while the question was asked, a finger pushed slowly into her tightness. Palm continued to press against clitoris while the digit wiggled its way deeper into her. It was like a vice. A grin tugged at thin lips as he knew the truth.

Within moments, the Elf returned, bearing a basin of heated water, a straight-edge razor, and a jar of lotion. Fulcrus backed away, withdrawing his finger slowly, as the Elf set up her item's beneath the Halfling's spread legs. It wasn't long before she was wetting the area and soothing lotion over the girl's pubic mound. Then razor met skin and began its task of removal. All the while, Fulcrus watched impassively.

"What am I, girl?" He questioned again, wondering at the process at which her resolve would be made or broken.

The Elf diligently removed the unwanted body hair.

Cheska wriggled and cursed as he lewdly fondled her nethers as if she were a common harlot. Turning her head away so she would not have to see that smugness in his eyes, his sense of triumph already showing through.

Then she gasped and burst out with a whole new string of curses as the Elf began to trim and then shave her, "Stop that! stop now you silly fool! Leave me be!" she demanded, but she stayed still as this was one place she did not want to be cut.

"What am I, girl?" Fulcrus asked.

"What you are is mad, you are demented and if you think I shall ever submit to you, then you are even much worse than I could think." she glared at him now, fully, she had to control her thoughts, even now, she could feel a slight tingle as her mind would briefly start to entertain thoughts of hitting him, biting him, or even worse, but she kept pulling back from the brink.
She had to control herself or be hurt and damned, he wanted her to scream and burn, so she would learn his lesson.
Then a thought crossed into her mind and it was quick and brief, she looked at the elf and grew silent, she looked down and watched her work.
Then, quietly, "You missed a spot.." the elf blinked and looked up and then back down at the mons of her halfling charge.
She rubbed her wet hand over the smooth skin, "Where?" Cheska didn't actually care as she thought of pour boiling water on Fulcrus, she thought it hard and clear and cried out through gritted teeth, her hands bunched into fist and her eyes narrowed with a broad sweeping pain as the Elf cried out as well and jerked back her hand.

Cheska panted quietly, then giggled and slowly looked up at Fulcrus, grinning at him.
His collar was evil, it was vile and would be effective, but she would make sure that she would not suffer alone now.

The nameless Elf raised her hand to strike the Halfling for her insolent trick, but the wrist was caught and held tight by Vindel. A mixture of surprise and a brief flash of fear appeared in her eyes as she turned to regard her Master, who simply frowned and shook his head. The Elf bowed, chastised, and backed away slowly. But not before casting a foreboding look towards the Cheska; a wordless warning that such action would be remembered.

The Wizard stepped away and went back to the case opened with the lid blocking the Halfling's view, and reached inside. "It is truly a shame that you had to choose the hard way. After all, I am simply trying to help train you." As he spoke, he slowly lifted a length of coiled and woven leather, the whip cracking through the air loudly in a single test swing.

"You will be trained, my dear sweet little one. Even if I have to bring you near death to do it..."

The whip sailed through the air with the flick of his wrist, followed by a resounding crack that echoed through the room, as leather met the flesh of the Halfling's thigh. Immediately, flesh protested and welted in a line showing the evidence of the abuse. A pause transpired for the span of several seconds, and the whip screamed through the air once again, this time aimed at the underside of a breast. Fulcrus had been given plenty of opportunity to practice this art, and while it was not magic by any means, he appreciated the skill and pain inflicted by a solid whip.

"I didn't want to have to do this," the man lied. Hidden by the tight trousers was the hardened member, straining for release. "But you left me no choice. Every time you defy me, there will be severe consequences."

His wrist flicked forward, and a new welt was created on the side of hip.

Inwardly, he was smiling, filled with joy. He hadn't had this much fun breaking in a new girl this quickly in years. Most sobbed and pleaded for mercy by now, and he had to grant them respite to continue more slowly as time went on. But this one... this one there would be no mercy, no slowing. He would delight in being as rough as he needed with her body, so it would be a more willing receptacle for his perverse desires when the time came.

Another crack of leather and skin, another welt next to freshly-shaven pubis.

That was enough for now. He placed the whip aside and beckoned his Elven slave closer, who obediently fell to her knees before him and worked to free her owner's length from its confines.

"I will show you pleasure now, let you see what you are missing by defying me..." With a murmur of spell from his lips, everything experienced by the Elf, taste, touch, excitement, pain, and pleasure, would be shared by the Halfling. His lips stretched in a smile, as his eyes narrowed and glowed wickedly.

The Elf quickly engulfed his throbbing manhood, swallowing down to the base.

She had barely kept silent, gritting her teeth, the last two blows brought for screams and with it, relief from the pain.
Her body was wracked with agony and she shook in her bindings, ".. filth.. bastard.. " she could barely talk, her breath catching as she hung helpless and brutalized.

Then, not really hearing him till too late, she pulled back as much as she could, wretching, "AAaa!.. UUungh.. she spat and shook her head, "No.. stop AAAAA! stop it!.. no.. oh goddess.. please stop." she could feel each ridge, the texture, the taste of him. She had nothing within her mouth and no matter how hard she clamped her jaw shut, he was there.

Violating her as he would breath or walk. the ease of it made it all the worse, "NOOOoooo! please stop.. stop touching him you bitch!.. " she sobbed, shaking now.