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The door to Ashleyâs building is locked, but I have runes to fix that. I keep a hold of the knob to make sure that it doesnât slam as I step silently over the threshold. I put my weight slowly on to each of the steps that lead up to Ashleyâs apartment, so that their creaking doesnât betray my presence as I climb. Another quick set of runes undoes the lock on the door to her unit, and lets me slip silently inside.
The living room is a mess. It has Soft pink walls cast in the unsteady glow of candlelight, with all Ashleyâs furniture and belongings shoved against the wall or piled on to her desk, making space for a circle of salt. Within the circle are four candles, one for each cardinal direction. Only three are lit. Ashley is on her knees, setting her lighter to the fourth, the west candle, when she catches sight of me. âAlready come to beg for this pussy?â She stands slowly, showing off the way her too small tank-top and the linen of her long skirt cling to her lovely curves. Her eyes sparkle in the half light, luminous with arrogance and triumph as she brags âI hoped you would last a little bit longer, the spell I put on you must be moreââ
Ashleyâs words are cut off as I grab her throat, keeping my grip just tight enough to make her fight for each breath. I push her backwards; forcing her into the middle of the ring of salt and flame. She yelps as I spin her around and starts to struggle as I gather her wrists at the small of her back. She fights with a wild and desperate abandon, but I am strong enough that its not even an inconvenience. When she settles down, I wrap the tape, slowly and carefully, around her wrists. Even in the heat of my ire I donât want to cause any lasting harm.
Only when she is bound do I let my hands start to explore Ashleyâs body. I pull her close so she can feel the solidness of my body against hers, and the slow powerful movement of my sinews when my hand slip under the hem of her tank top. I savour the soft skin of her belly against my fingertips, the supple weight of her breasts in my palms. My thumb passing over her nipple is all it takes to make Ashley squirm and whimper.
âThis will be easier for both of us if youâre a good girl who doesnât resist.â I whisper into her ear. Ashley believes me. She trembles but sinks compliantly as I guide her onto her knees and then lay her gently on her back, right in the middle of her casting circle. My knife flicks out, its blade flashes orange, red, and silver in the candlelight. I cut slowly through Ashleys tank top, listening to the low tearing sound of the threads like itâs a sonata, then slide her skirt and her panties down from her hips with one smooth motion, feeling her shake as I do.
Lying naked and bound, Ashley is helpless to stop me from indulging my most animalistic desires. But my stealth and my spells serve a deeper purpose. Ashleyâs lip shakes as I touch the point of my knife to her collar bone. I am careful not to draw blood as I let it drift slowly down her chest, letting Ashley feel the bite of steel on her tender skin as I tell her âYou tried to put a love spell on me.â
She doesnât speak as the knife moves between her breasts. When she finally gathers the courage to say anything Ashley says âIâm sorry, okay! let me go and Iâllââ
âDo you know how to break a love spell?â I ask, as my knife flows down Ashleyâs belly in a lazy zig zag.
She struggles a little then moans in frustration. âNo.â She admits. âI just cast them.â
âThere are two ways.â Ashleyâs eyes glitter as I slide my fingers past her lips, into her mouth. âThe oldest one is called âpricking the witch.â Essentially you draw blood until all the casters magic is gone.â I stay silent a few seconds, letting Ashley feel my knife against her skin and the pressure of my fingers in her mouth; the swift beating of her heart. I look into her eyes as I flip the blade away. âBut I donât like such messy and outdated methods. Thereâs a newer, less gory way to handle the situation youâve put us in.â I pause again, run a hand down from Ashleyâs throat. I explore, caressing and groping. Playing with her breasts as she trembles. Then my hand glides down Ashleyâs stomach and along the curve of her hip. My fingertips reach the edge of her vulva where I move them up and down in a slow, teasing motion. In a gentle whisper I tell Ashley that âYou got us into this predicament, so I am going to let you choose how we get out. What will it be pretty girl? The new way, or the old?â I flash the knife out once more, its edge glinting in the half light.
âThe new.â Ashleys voice is soft and breathy as she begs. âPlease please please the new.â
âI hoped you would say that.â I smile down at my helpless captive.
I roll Ashley onto her back, taking the opportunity to squeeze possessive fingers into the vulnerable flesh of her ass and pulling the cuffs from my bag before carefully cutting through the tape. The floor is hard, I donât want my victim injuring herself as she squirms. There are four cuffs, each one connected to a ring of steel by a leather strap. It all forms an X that will hold Ashley in place while I work my spell. Because she is compliant and stays still, I can take my time with the cuffs; making sure that each one will restrain my beautiful captive while allowing for blood flow. When I am satisfied with my work, I turn Ashley on to her back once more. âNow pretty girl, the real fun starts.â I take out the jar of ink and place it on the floor, keeping it within easy reach but far enough away that Ashley wonât knock it over when she struggles. And she will struggle.
The ink itself is cold and viscus, Ashley shivers when I touch it to her skin. âWhat are you going to do? Torture me until I recant my spell?â Her voice is defiant, but I can feel Ashleyâs heart galloping with fear as I draw a circle over her chest. Within the circle I draw four diagonal lines, adding a fifth horizontal line would complete the star and make a pentagram, but its not yet time for that. Outside the circle at each point of the unfinished star a draw sigil. One each for Hekate, Athena, Aphrodite, Hades, and Dionysus.
I wipe the excess ink from my fingers onto Ashleyâs thigh and take a vibrator from my bag. I set it on low and make a slow circuit around Ashleyâs clit as I tell her that âPain can be a useful tool in magic, but its clumsy and doesnât suit my purpose.â Ashley shivers as the first sparks of pleasure flash in her nervous system. âYou can break people more profoundly using ecstasy.â I say, keeping the vibrator in place but leaning in close to whisper âAnd I am going to break you, Ashley Jennifer Williams.â The vibrator slides easily into her soaked cunt. âYouâre so wet pretty girl. Youâre not enjoying this are you?â
The embers of pleasure burning in Ashleyâs brain keep her from answering. She just lies there, chest heaving and mouth open. She canât do anything but squirm. As the sensation of being fucked gets more intense the unfocused gleam in her eyes tells me all that I need to know. I stand up, placing my foot on Ashleyâs stomach, above the vibrator but below the pentagram. I look down, taking in the whole image of her beautiful helplessness as I tell Ashley âBefore I let you come you are going to tell me, tell the world, what a pathetic little whore you are. Youâre going to tell us that your purpose, your only purpose, is to serve [Light Speed Saint]. That you exist to be my little fuck doll. That I own you body, mind, and soul. Do you understand?â
âThatâs not fair.â Ashley complains. âYou canât expectââ She recovers her bravery only until I use my phone to turn up the intensity of the vibrator and melt her thoughts away. She lies bound beneath my feet as bliss illuminates every nerve fibre. It shines out from between her thighs to reach the tips of her toes and depths of her brain. Just when an orgasm is ready to flash through her body like wildfire, I take it all away.
Ashley can do nothing but moan petulantly. âIâm sorry okay.â She whines, pulling at her restraints. âI didnât mean toââ
I turn the power of the vibrator back up. The sudden shock of pleasure catches Ashley off guard; leaves her jaw gaping. âYou know what you have to say.â I watch the helpless little twitches she makes as the pleasure builds again. Her toes curl and uncurl. Her leg shakes as her desperation grows. âFuckâ Ahsley squeaks âFuck fuck fuck.â
Ashleyâs quivers get quicker and deeper as the heat of her need rises. I pull her back from the edge. She whimpers, all her defiance is gone, in its place is a helpless and animalistic desire. I crouch beside her, keeping my touch soft as my hand moves up and down her body. Instead of turning the power of the vibrator back up, I tease her nipples. Sending small, targeted jolts of stimulation instead of a shock of pleasure. âYouâre fighting so hard.â I observe. âBut you know how good it would feel to give in. Think of it. Bliss exploding through your body like a fire work. All your heavy, cumbersome thoughts disappearing in a rain of glorious sparkle. Youâd be a little slave doll, free of worry and strife.â
âI wonât.â Ashley manages to gasp. âI canâtâ" Sheâs cut off by her own whimper as I turn the vibrator back up. âI canât- I- I- Iâm a pathetic little whore. My only purpose is to serve [Light Speed Saint]. I exist to be his, to be your, good little fuck doll. Your obedient little toy. I surrender my body, my mind, my soul to [Light Speed Saint].â
At long last I turn the vibrator to high and leave it there. Ashleyâs stomach moves up and down like waves on the sea. The quivers in her legs spread to her whole body, and her jaw hangs open as she gives a high, lilting moan. Bliss flashes like lightning; burns through every synapse in her body. The heat and light of ecstasy evaporate her thoughts and her words, leave Ashley in a pleasant daze of submission, just as I promised.
I donât turn down the intensity of the vibrator right away, so the pleasure is still burning; keeping Ashley a twitching, whimpering mess as I draw the last line of the pentagram and accept her surrender. âHear O spirits.â I command. âHear that I claim this girl, Ashley Jennifer Williams. With the power of Athena, I claim her mind. With the power of Aphrodite, I claim her body.â I watch the steady up and down movements of my new slave girlâs breasts and the steady sparkle in her eyes and say âWith the power of Hekate, I claim her soul.â Ashley doesnât say anything, just whimpers and arches her back; the flame of pleasure growing under my spell.
Ashley moans softly as I pull the vibrator from her pussy. Her eyes are bright but empty, shining with the last embers of her thoughts. I undo the cuffs on her ankles, bring Ashley up to her knees. I brush stray hairs from her face as she smiles up at me in peaceful adoration. I run my fingers through her hair and ask âAre you ready to worship your master, like a good fuck doll?â
âYes master.â She says softly âplease let me worship you.â
I touch Ashleyâs lip as I instruct her to âOpen your mouth. Stick out your tongue.â She obeys with out thinking, parting her lips to let her tongue slide out. I keep her this way for a few seconds; a naked, mind broken whore, offering her mouth for my use. I open the fly on my jeans, revealing my cock, and grab Ashley by the back of her head. I run her tongue back and forth along the sides of my cock before I use her to make a single long lick along the bottom, from the base all the way to the tip.
I plunge into Ashleyâs mouth, fucking it slowly for the first few strokes. Savouring the warmth and wetness and submission. But pleasure lights in me as well. The soft mmph mmph mmph of her gags get louder and their rhythm faster as I quicken my pace. The pleasure of my slave dollâs body builds. Its most intense at the tip of my cock but radiates out, reaching my extremities. Soon my nervous system flashes with it. My hot cum spills onto Ashleyâs tongue and I withdraw.
For a few seconds I close my eyes and let myself float. The world and its cares have been banished to some unreachable and intangible place. I know that they will return. I open my eyes to look down at Ashley again, just as she says âThank you, master.â A little of my cum spills on to her now irrevocably peaceful smile, and I cannot help wondering who got the best of my spell.
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