The Wizard's Prisoner

[intriguess]

This thread has been restarted for aristo and myself



She had long since forgotten who she was, or much of anything before she was brought here, she suspected it was due to who her captor was.

A man of indeterminate age, who's voice varied from a silken whisper to a cackle of delight. He had introduced himself to her merely as Aristo. I watched him from the large bed that held me. He mixed potions and often left me for days on business. The room tingled with magic.

All I recalled was him, and this room, and the torments he plagued on me. The first day I could clearly recall I was on the bed, not tied to it by any physical means but I could not leave it except to use the toiletries which were right next
to the bed.

He had taken great delight in removing my clothing and destroying it before my eyes, until he reached my silver chastity belt. He had tried many things, but had as of yet failed to remove it by magical or mechanical means.

However he had delighted in tormenting the parts of my body who could see, ravaging my soft breasts until the nipples were raw and tender. He had tried unsuccessfully to force his member into my mouth. It had been several months since and I knew he was working on something to make me compliant.

I merely prayed that someone would rescue me, perhaps even my betrothed who I couldn't recall but knew was out there and had possession of the key to my chastity belt.

 

[ariosto]

OOC: I prepare the way for the darkest of sorcerors, the antichrist. Simon Magus who has been summoned from Hell. He will not post in the light of day.

 

[ariosto]

Simon Magus known in this life as Ariosto, knew that the old books would be no good. Spells and incantations meaningless.
What would shatter the belt and give him control of her 'essence' would come by other means. Once he had flown through the air like a great dark Hawk for Ceasar. A million people had bowed and groveled to him, painting him with the aura of divinity. He would never give up...

"I will never give up." He said to her as he attatched the suckers to her breasts again. The creatures, mutated in the crucibals of his laboratory had once been kittens, but now their bodies had been curved to fit the rounded contours of her swelling breasts, their mouths restructured to the shape of her stiffened nipples, their tiny sharp teeth and twenty pin like claws all left in place, the roughness of their little tongues inhanced greatly and the fey creatures set with but one primal urge, to suck and suck and suck.
The Black one on the right breast, the white one on the left.

"I worked on them a little last night my dear,"
She tried not to, but cried out as she felt the needle like teeth against her nipples, the claws digging into her tender breasts.
I've placed the teeth a little closer together...How does it feel?"

The Mage reached over and kissed her lips long and sensuously,
his tongue twice as long as that of an ordinary man, caressed her lips, probing in too slide across her clenched teeth.
He laughed...

"No matter. You can tell me in an hour or two."
THe 'kittens were already making her tingle and burn as their sandpaprer tongues lapped her nipples seraching for the milk that was never there.

 

[intriguess]

Her body responded unwillingly to the creatures, as the attacked with a fury. She cried out unable to contain the little sound of pleasure. I hated him even as I wondered what way he would find to torment me next.

 

[ariosto]

Suddenly Simon's face was bending over hers. His eyes like two opals, slit like a goats. She tried to block him but the tingling fire from the creatures ravaging her breasts weakened her, she felt the walls of her containement collapsing around her. He squeezed her lips open and she felt the serpent of his tongue slithering into her mouth, sliding past her teeth, and plunging down...down...Seeking the key from the inside...

"NONONONONONONO!"
The voice screamed from within as she felt her mind dissolving into....

She is naked. She is chained...her hands raised high above her head anchored to the oaken ceiling with iron hooks. Her legs spread wide, thick bands strapped to steel eyes on the floor hold them apart. She twists against the restraints, the heat in the room is unbearable.
The creature that stands before her bears a horrific resemblance to Simon Magus himself, but is short, squat, mishapen. He seems little more than incumberance to the monstrous weaving cock that he holds in both hands and swings before her.
He presses it between her breasts and where it touches, her skin seems to burn.
She cries out and again his tongue invades her mouth and throat, She feels the pointed head of the ungodly erection pushing upwards into her, parting the lips of her sex...
She screams!...but cannot make a sound.