The Rampage

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The Rampage​

Malak sat in the dank cell as morose as the clammy blocks themselves. He stared at the heavy oaken door waiting, waiting for their verdict. His evening meal sat untouched in front of him. He would eat after he heard. There would be time. An eternity.

He pictured the inquisitors, eleven females, two males, a fair representation of the ratio of women to men in the commune. Fair, they were always fair. They were always beyond reproach; always committed to the benefit and weal of others. They made him sick. They possessed the power and the gifts to rule, to control - but they were weak. Weak, with a bourgeois sense of morality which reduced them to sycophants. He detested them more than the common rabble. He would have his revenge.

He laughed aloud as he remembered how they impressed him a mere three years ago. Now he hated them vehemently. He especially abhorred Madam Velois who had discovered him and undertook his early training. She had taught him Medieval History at the Bonnard College just outside of Paris. She had seen beyond his brooding nature to a strength of mind and a level of self-discipline not often found in today’s students. She had secretly administered tests to ascertain his psychic ability. She had introduced him to the coven then sponsored him as a candidate. She personally undertook his initial instruction. She was also the first to suspect his fascination then surrender to the forbidden mysteries.

She began his induction by reviewing the witch hunts pursued by the early Roman Church, midwives, widows, spinsters, healers... burned tortured: information in which he was well versed from his studies. The era had always fascinated him. But then she showed him the cavernous library. Books which dated back to the famed Alexandrian library, books by Galen, Pythagoras, then hundreds of books by pen names like Hecate, Magdalena, de Claremont et al. They were stacked and sorted row upon row and he was only in the initiate's section. He was banned from the other levels. The weirding community had gathered these books throughout the “Dark Times.” They had remained in seclusion ever since, but the knowledge was preserved. Malak had found his heaven.

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OOC
This will be the dark tale of Victor Malak. A sorceror who becomes possessed by the forbidden arts. During his training he meets an apprentice witch with similar inclinations. They are consumed by the erotic attractions of the dark mysteries. They learn to control and manipulate others for their own sexual gratification. First they experiment with each other transforming and devouring each other in lewd forms both human and animal. Then, they begin experimenting with others outside the commune. Their private pleasures are discovered and they are expelled from the coven. They are exiled to the new world: banned from Europe for all time. Once in America they take up their lewd practices of mind control, spells and incantations to indulge themselves their passions, unrestricted. I will add another post taking us further into the story, if there are any signs of interest. Anyone willing to play Malak’s partner, can PM me and we will begin.

 

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ooc i would be interested pm me

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[NomDePlum123]

Victor Malak spent little time with the other novitiates; each apprentice was placed under the tutelage of one mentor only. The school council, on Madam Velois request, had assigned Victor to her, even though she had not accepted a student for thirteen years. He was later to learn that she did so because she harboured great hopes coupled with ominous fears for the sombre neophyte. He, therefore, spent the few hours that he was dragged from the library with Marie Velois or else taking meals in the common dinning room.

Meals were the only regulated and punctual occurrences on the school’s agenda. The school, The Circle of Zosimus, prided itself in fostering individuality and garnering the singular gifts of each student. There were no common classes and each graduate learned what they were destined to, or, inclined to learn. The students met and interacted only during these communal meals, for the remainder of their day, each pursued their own studies. This made the choice of matching mentor with student so crucial to the school’s success.


It was in the dinning hall that he first met and then summarily dismissed his fellow wiccan students. Those he spoke to seemed young and frivolous. Their bubbling enthusiasm over magic spells and incantations bored him. His inclinations led elsewhere, he had quickly found, ravaged and assimilated the philosophical and metaphysical texts in the initiate’s library. He was moved and possessed by the alchemists passion predicated on the theme of the unity of all things: by becoming at one with ‘all’ it was possible to control 'all' … if the will was sufficient. Magus had hinted at all of this in his cryptic treatise “From One to All.”

Victor read and reread everything on the subject and had begun meditation and practicing the art of entering the consciousness of others. He had experienced some success at inducing spiders, mice, owls, to turn left, right, stand still, attack. He feigned interest in Velois’ lessons on spells, charms etc. But, all the while he longed for nothing more than a chance to explore the library unsupervised. He felt sure that there were sections on mind control, domination, subjugation. He sensed that this was where the real power lay and where his true gifts were to be found.

Eventually, Victor learned to step inside the consciousness of those around him. He was unable to force his will upon them as of yet; but he learned to feel with them, think with them. He became an observer of the internal machinations of the members of the community. His suspicions were only reinforced by these explorations. Most, were self centered dolts whose thoughts and lives held little real suffering, little strength, little substance. He found that Marie Velois and a sorcerer named Paul LeGrand were the only two masters whose psyches he could not penetrate. He toyed with and entered the bodies of a few of his fellow apprentices, but their interests and ideas were nothing to him. Their constant pursuit of popularity and their childish attempts at impressing others were exceedingly tiresome. Was there not one of them with any depth of character, with any complexities, with the aching that he felt?

Victor had once broached the topic of the domination of others in a session with Marie Velois. They were discussing Apuleius’ treatise on Metamorphoses. He suggested that Apuleius was hinting at the possibilities of not only becoming one with but also of controlling ‘other’.

“Do not go there Victor. You are not ready. That is a dark labyrinth wherein minute guidance is mandatory. If you walk that path, LeGrand, myself, and four other adepts must accompany you. Six masters are required. Mistakes are treacherous, even fatal.” Velois took his head in her two hands and stared into his eyes. “ Do you understand me Victor. Few are given permission to go there. Few can handle the knowledge. Six Masters are required. You must promise me that you will wait. Wait and accept guidance. I will have you expelled if you cannot promise me, honestly, to leave this topic alone.” He felt her attempting to enter into his mind at that moment and he blocked her.

Victor gave his promise but his resolve was only strengthened by her terrible reaction. He understood that there was frightening power in the knowledge that called to him. After that discussion Velois supervised his reading more carefully. She would pop into the library at irregular intervals and check the spine of whatever he was studying.

He worked on and eventually succeeded at entering the mind of the old witch who ran the library. Through her eyes he could see who walked into the library and would quickly change books whenever Madam Velois arrived. He began influencing the librarian to perform little tasks, opening a drawer, a window. He planned to use her to gain access to the entire collection. His powers grew daily with the exercises he developed for himself.

He found as well that he had begun to masturbate to the possibilities which control over another’s will would offer him sexually. As a young man of twenty his hormones lead him naturally to these dark images of desire and possession. He felt that the sinister powers he longed for were innately linked to his lust and the smouldering desires he was experiencing. Images of writhing nubile bodies, splayed for his desire, submissive to his whims, began to overtake his own mind. The endless hours he spent in the library were now filled both with bouts of arduous study and lewd daydreaming. His tall lanky figure became a permanent fixture within the rows of books and manuscripts. His dark brooding eyes and furrowed brow a joke to his fellow students.

 

[Arnemetia]

In the Library, there was a mind that Malak had difficulty to enter...it was like entering the mind of an animal, the image of a wolf turned to face the presence and rejected it...not knowing who it was...then Malak saw those eyes in the crowd...the one of Maebh...

Hided behind her black hair...Malak was intrigued by this spirit...feeling a link between him and this creature...he searched her Tutor and find that it was Paul Legrand, to hard to know who she was than he took someone else to do his search and discover her name...here is the story of Maebh...

School Archives:

Medbah, grand child of the Witch Tara who was burn two years after her entry at the school for illegic magic practice and murder...she had kill her son and another man in sacrifice to the Goddess Medbah, The Intoxicated...

Her Mother died at Medbah birth so her father, a hunter name Raynon, beat her all her childhood to be a girl and not a son for him. Medbah had fled many times in the woods and so her grandmother Tara the Witch teach her how to survive in the woods, knowing the poisons plants and good herbs as well...how to make a baby born and how to seduce a man. Her grandmother called her Medba, like the celtic Goddess...When her father tried to abuse of her when she was a woman at 16 years old...she took all her will and paralysed him...

she knew she had to study magic so she ran away two months and succeed to enter the School. She is a good student, silent, attentionnate and disciplined on her studies. She is rejected by her sibblings, however Sir Paul Legrand decided to accepted to be her Tutor, for her great abilities of the forces and mind, animal, spirit or human.

She willingly weared long dark clothes and hid her face behind her hair or under a cloak...to be continued...

So this is how finish the notes in the Archives, that Malak found.

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This afternoon in the Library, Malak was fleeing the supervision of Mrs Velois...he searched for Maedbh...He found her near the forbidden area...she felt the stranger in her head and hunt for him...

After half an hour of hunting, Maebh found her prey. She faced Malak, her hazels eyes glowing with the light of the Library...her hair get darker with each time he saw her...that was strange. She stares in his eyes but silently like an animal...She sent him a message inside his mind ! Her voice was soft, almost sensual and wild, mysterious...

'' Who gave you the permission to enter my head ? "

 

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Malak’s studies grew even more intense as he began to experience success. He had become “the gargoyle” to his fellow students: constantly hunched over some weighty tome from the collection or staring off into space with his eyes glazed over: a distant, ethereal expression on his face. It was in these semi conscious states that he either entered the minds of others or practiced the deep floating meditation which connected him to all things. When he could at times feel at one with the universe it was a mini death. He would dissipate and become nothing. The nothing which is everything. Sometimes, after an intense session, he would reflect on Velois warning about the dangerous, perhaps fatal repercussions of his chosen path. He realized that during his deepest comas he may indeed expire. The feeling of unlimited power and his increasing control of others however were far too delicious for Victor ever to consider stopping.

His dark sexual longings intensified along with his burgeoning powers. His fellow students, once a nuisance to him became fascinating guinea pigs. This came about one day when he entered the psyche of a frivolous, mousy little witch named Daria who was wandering aimlessly through the aisles of the potions and charms section. Her mind was a cauldron of love images. He felt her need to be loved, her aching for some boy named Claude. He took her into her memories and found her naked on a riverbank, Claude's cock buried deeply within her down covered cunt. He felt her pump and bite his shoulder. His own penis grew hard and he experienced the fuck as he sat at the library table: his breath coming quickly and beads of sweat forming on his brow. He found Daria easy to manipulate and led her to a secluded corner of the library. He controlled and directed her hand up her skirts and he made her finger herself to orgasm. He loved what his hands were feeling. He felt her tension and final release. The power of his orgasm matched Daria’s. The table hid the dark wet stain on his trousers. He smiled a broad self-satisfied grin. It was exhilarating. He could experience all the sex he wanted and practice his control unabated. He would now enjoy seeing his fellow students enter the library. Eventually, when his experience grew, he would force a witch to perform on him. What a triumph that would be! Daria, the love obsessed little mouse would be a strong candidate.

For the next few days, Victor, toyed with any young witch who entered the library. He grew quite adept at experiencing their memories and was surprised by some of their exploits. He got one or two of them to fondle their own breasts or squeeze their thighs together to the memories. He reveled in feeling exactly what they felt. None, however, proved as malleable as Daria. He harbored plans for her. He would masturbate at night to the witches various experiences. The desire to grow stronger, to control, to dominate them physically was now an obsession. He meditated and read with renewed vigour. He must gain access to the forbidden section of the library. There he would find the power.

Three days after his breakthrough with Daria, Victor was meditating in his dark corner of the library. His consciousness had just begun floating aimlessly about the room when he locked onto a fellow student. He saw her shadowy figure from within his comatose state and focused intensely upon her. Lazily he drifted into her, melding with her thoughts. He would indulge his lust with this one today. He was surprised at the difficulty he found in meshing with her. He sensed the same strength and blocking power which he had only encountered in Velois and LeGrand. This was a student. Victor forgot his playful intentions and was immediately fascinated, intrigued, determined. He sharpened his focus and matched his mind to her movements trying to feel at one with her. He enveloped her and bore down with his concentration. Then he jumped inches off his chair and sprang awake. As he melded with her he came face to face with a vicious snarling wolf, which bared its fangs and leaped at him. He had been shocked into normal consciousness and sat with his heart pounding, staring at the girl. He met her eyes across the library and they were the eyes of the wolf he had encountered. The strength of her will the power of the guardian spirit were magnets to Malak’s soul. He had never noticed her before. She, like him, remained aloof from the crowd of giggling students. Who was she? Victor had found and he knew that he had found his soul mate. Then, from that first encounter he knew it. He sensed it. It was as strong as the sea. He wondered if she felt it too. He could not take his eyes from her's and she slipped into the darkness of the stacks:staring back at him all the while.

Victor was lost. He did not know what to do next. He did not even know his own soul’s name. Quickly, he melded with the librarian. He was accustomed to entering her body and did so with alacrity and speed. He led her down the hallway and into the records room. He easily manipulated Mme LaRue into searching for and uncovering the file he wanted. He read the document with a feverish desire. “Dark, paralyzed, will, strength” the words leaped off the page. His need for her was overpowering. He snapped back to himself leaving poor Mme LaRue, wondering how in the world she had arrived in the records room with the files on that strange girl Medbah open in front of her. She felt the residue of magic and possession about herself and resolved to talk to the council about it.

Victor spent a sleepless night dancing between excitement and despair. The next day his sole purpose was to find the enigmatic Medbah. At three in the afternoon he did find her in the library skirting the forbidden section of the collection. He was not surprised. Summoning all his strength and need he locked eyes with her and penetrated her consciousness. This time he was careful and made no suggestions, no searches, no attempt to do anything but hide in the recesses of her being. He sensed her activity. She was hunting him. The growl of the wolf was present. The screech of a hunting bird. There were powers and strengths here that Malak had never experienced. He made himself small, dark. Hide, hide, were his only thoughts. Then her eyes, those eyes from yesterday, the eyes of Medbah and the eyes of the wolf discovered him. He was jolted back into himself and was in fact staring into her penetrating gaze. She physically darkened as she stared at him. Her hair color even her complexion changed. Still, she stared relentlessly.

Then, Victor experienced something completely foreign to him: a presence inside his own mind.

'' Who gave you the permission to enter my head ? "

The question reverberated within him echoing through him - vibrating. He did not retract from the sound but rather embraced it: sensual, mysterious, earthy. It was the sound of his soul. He continued to stare at Medbah, who returned his gaze unflinchingly. He opened the vault of his own mind to her presence. He displayed his desire to control. His sexual needs. He showed her the practices and studies he was undertaking. He showed her Daria and his plans for her. He presented his fears and lusts. He felt that he was holding Medbah's hand and revealing corners of himself that he had not explored himself. Under her influence they jointly transformed from wolf to hawk to vermin and sparrow as he flew and ran through the caverns of self. All the while they stared at each other and stood like statues in the library.

He then spoke from within his soul after showing her his thoughts over the last 24 hours. Thoughts of her...of her and him.

“Be mine. Together we can achieve all. Become my soul and I yours. Love me.”

As he was communing with her he physically crossed the library floor and offered his hand to her…..

 

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Medbah had never felt this kind of experience. She was down in his mind, memories, desires, fears and lust...She never allow herself desires to come into her consciousness so something strange to her arrived in her own body. She felt the prey of someone else... They called him the Gargoyle but he was more a Master than a stone guardian. He Wanted Power instead of anything else...All Medbah knew about men was that they never loved her and seeked to dominate women and reduced them to slave like he wanted with Daria. His lust desires maked Medbah did one step back. She felt anger toward this little mouse, Daria...She was laughing of her all the time and then this strong and wise man wanted her to be his but asked Medbah to be his soul mate...Her wolf growls inside her mind to awake her....The little girl she was make a jump into her body and express herself by a few golden hair appearing as he offer his hand...

I would be honoured... her face become softner and she said so with her real voice, which was very rare.

Then her hair disapeared into a black color and her eyes became Wolf again...She entered his mind to continue...

Shes mine, no men ever loved her...*Medbah grab Malak's hand and push roughly the visions of her memories very fast like a fastforward movie*

First you saw her, young, blond hair at the age of 7 being beaten by his dad, saying he hated her.

The second one, you saw her ran away in the woods, her will to survive become so strong that she became a wolf and shapeshift in front of your eyes : her beautiful furr was golden, white and gray.

Suddenly, it was spring, you smell the flowers. She met a dark black wolf : he ran toward her and jump on her as to take her as a mate, they fought a moment, then she smell it musk and her animalistic body expressed her arousement. They maked love as mates...Wild and natural ! *you felt your manhood becoming hard again in your pants*
She deeply loved it...Wolf brang her in the pack and she became a Female Alpha.

The memories jump to, her mate being hurt, you saw blood an feel her despair and then see his face...her dad face and his fellows: her furr began to get darker as she sent her will toward them to suicide themself.

The fifth vision: the face of her dad with blood, with her Grand mother at her side, saying to flee...

After her running, her breathing intensify and you see her licking the blood of her mate...
She Howled at night and return in human shape at her grandmother side and decided to enter The Magic school...

You see her with her blond hair when meeting Velois and Legrand, not the same as the one whos there now...well no shes the same just her hair has darkenned.

At last Medbah left your hand like if it had burned hers and stared down to hid her face in her cloak, turn to walk away and has she did, you see a single tear falling on the ground...

 

[NomDePlum123]

Were anyone watching the scene unfolding in the library that Monday, they would have seen strange happenings indeed. Victor Malak, the gargoyle, crossed the room with his hand outstretched and stood transfixed before the enigmatic Medbah. She was equally riveted and resembled nothing as much as a statue. In fact, despite the girl’s four surprising words, “I would be honoured...” nothing was exchanged. Upon speaking she took his proffered hand and like a pair chiselled in marble they stood motionless for at least fifteen minutes.

Internally, in contrast to this external frieze, the pair careened like leaves caught in a whirlwind. Emotionally, Victor experienced depths he had never plumbed. First, complete vulnerability: he had opened his being to this girl and then stood as a supplicant waiting for her to accept his hand. Next, triumph as she took it. Once inside Medbah he was struck by an onslaught of shifting images. It was not like he was seeing her memories but rather like he was living her experiences. Sorrow, rage, love, isolation, abuse, murder. Two images struck him full in the chest. Medbah, the she-wolf and the little blonde girl: Medbah’s totem and her inner child. He would master and fuck the she-wolf. She would become his heart’s mate. Together they would range freely through the flock of sheep which surrounded them, taking wantonly wherever and whatever they chose. She would answer only to him.

The inner golden child, Malak, ached to protect. She would blossom and feel the unconditional love which had been denied her. His instinct was to wrap her in his cloak and pull her fast to his side. He must replace the wild wolf, slaughtered in Medbah’s woods and he must oust the abusive father. Victor was reflecting on his next move in order to accomplish these goals, when she slipped away from him. She broke the communication.

She dropped his hand as if it were cursed. Her visage and demeanour darkened. He watched as she retreated back into the dark stacks of the library. Victor recalled his own fear after displaying his soul to her and knew what she must be experiencing, the abject vulnerability of her moment.

Still half stunned from the force of the journey, through her tortured life, Malak strode after her and snatched her hand in his. She tried to shake it free but he clutched it vice-like. At the end of the dim aisle stood a set of stone steps, which led to the grounds of the school. Victor knew the expanse of lawn and the copse of woods well and pulled Medbah up the stairs and through the ancient door. In the outdoors, he began to run. She was at his side. As he ran his skin thickened with jet-black fur. He had learned the shape shifting art with Medbah through their time in the woods. After fifty yards he was loping across the lawn half man, half wolf. After one hundred yards he was an immensely powerful wolf in a full run. By his side ran a blonde she-wolf, her fur rippling in the breeze. Once in the woods he led her to a glade where he stopped abruptly and squared-up, facing her, forcing her to stop. His eyes pierced hers and his chest rumbled menacingly. She dropped her head and arched her back her; hindquarters high in the air, her lovely tail swishing, asking him to play. He continued to stare and stood stock-still. It was not play he was after.

She dropped low and inched up to him. She began to lick and nip at his muzzle. The submissive actions seemed to have no affect on him but his penis lengthened and protruded wantonly. She continued her licking and nipping at his mouth. He circled to her side and she dropped her tail and scampered off. He was on her quickly, circling. The dominant submissive game went on for ten minutes. Finally, she stood still and he bit into the fur at the back of her neck… A strong message which both understood. She acquiesced and he began to fuck her. Mounting her quickly, savagely and pumping his hips in a blur. They melded as he fucked and both felt what the other was feeling as well as their own pleasure. Both were fucking and being fucked. Pumping and opening. Cock and cunt. They moved to both give and take pleasure, knowing exactly what the other wanted.

They fucked three times in the glade. Brutal. Animal fucks. During the third fuck her fur began to disappear and her smooth milky skin replaced it. He felt his cock changing shape and her cunt melding around him. His paws transformed into hands, which circled under her body and pinched her sensitive nipples. She reached back between her legs and pulled his thrusting balls. Each did exactly what would excite the other most. Each knew their own lusts and desires. They finished their third fuck as Medbah and Victor. They collapsed into the forest glade; then Victor stood up and over Medbah. She looked up at his legs spread; one on either side of her. His arms reached up to the sky in an extended ‘V’. “She is mine,” he screamed to all the powers that would listen. “We are one.”

Medbah looked up at him as he looked up to the heavens. She reached her hand up and fondled his cock as he proclaimed their marriage…

 

[Arnemetia]

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Make together their lives a hell of erotic nightmares and us the Master and Mistress of this world at our feet. she said on a sensual and evil tone to her new husband.

She closed her eyes, hugging Malak, feeling the dark powers invading her body. She sensually and gracefully stood and caress his face cheek and kiss him softly.

I'm yours forever my love, my mate, My Master...i want more of you

Medbah lick the neck of Malak in delight and hunger for more...more power, more pleasure and more forbidden secrets.

My Dark powerful Husband...none would never call you Gargoyle again, cause they will be turned into begging slaves she whispers in his ears, staring deep in his eyes.

She turned the head suddenly, having a part of the powers Malak shared with her in their marriage. Medbah felt Daria near...she smelled her soul, fixing the emptyness her eyes with lustfully fire and vengeance.

Lets hunt slaves my love...