The Evil Soceroress Ceiti
Higher
than the clouds the castle stood, ebony against the starless, cloudy sky
and fully illuminated only when the lightning flashed around it, reflecting
on the polished walls and catching in the blackened clouds that blocked
the heavens. Inside its darkened halls, silence echoed eerily, a startling
contrast to the half-sane laughter that had not long before traced its
way back to the largest chamber, where a light glowed in the form of a
small, erratically bobbing orb. It shed its light on two figures, sprawled
with seeming comfort on the cold, damp floor and both regarding with a
languid sort of air the game board between them.
“Go…” sighed the taller
one, blue hair falling into her eyes as she retrieved her hand from pushing
the meticulously sculpted marble piece across the board.
Her companion complied, extending a pale finger
to move her own game piece. Taking her hand away, she realized her mistake
too late and cursed softly. “Damn… Can I…?”
The other girl’s green eyes
shone softly. “Nope. Checkmate. I win again.”
Frustrated, the loser pushed
herself to a more upright position, scattering the chess pieces with one
hand and then swiping her thick, creamy hair back from her face. “Damn,”
she said again, as the little marble pieces skittered to a stop and disappeared.
“Now what?” asked the blue-hared
girl, taking her eyes from the game pieces to roll over onto her back with
a sigh.
I don’t know…” replied the
other, flopping back to the floor as though the boredom that overwhelmed
her stole her strength as well.
“…Games?” Came the thoughtful
suggestion.
“Done. To death.” With a sweep
of her hand, the chessboard disappeared as well.
“…Video games?”
“The electricity’s out with
the storm.”
“…Role-playing?”
“Not enough people.”
“Dammit, Ceiti! I’m bored!”
complained the blue-hared girl, pouting… It wasn’t long, though, before
the expression fled her face in favor of a mischievous grin.
“What? What is it?” asked
the other, propping herself into an upright position again. “Tell me!”
“Summons!!” she replied, beaming.
“It’s been months!!”
“Summons!” echoed her companion.
“That’s perfect, Rya!” The smile that spread over her features was truly
devilish in its intensity.
They sprung to their feet
as one, the new notion prompting girlish giggles from both. It wasn’t long
before they were walking quickly down the castle’s dark corridors, Rya’s
priest-like robes swishing quietly with the movement, Ceiti’s jaggedly
cut black dress making no noise at all, and the light orb floating silently
behind. Their voices, however, now made high and excited with the new prospect,
rose in eager whispers as the question was debated enthusiastically between
them: who this time?
They had decided the answer by the time they
reached the summoning chamber; both fell silent for the time being, though
they grinned as would small children before a holiday feast. They stood
apart, one on each side of the summoning circle inscribed on the floor,
mirror images that looked nothing alike-- only expression and intent needed
be understood to comprehend the likeness. Two pairs of eyes blazed with
anticipation-- one brilliant green, one jet black-- and two mouths curved
upward in unconscious smiles as they began to speak the words to the spell.
From far away…
(Close enough to touch…)
Come to us…
(Be ours…)
Do as we say…
(Whatever we command…)
Belong to us forever…
(Mind, body, soul…)
The words drifted hollowly
in the open space of the chamber, spoken, and yet somehow more felt than
heard. They mingled, both parts intertwining to make one plea, one demand,
one Summons that traced its way along the ancient etching of the summoning
circle, calling forth the power stored within the markings. The runes glowed
their response, pulsing slowly in response to their call as the center
of the circle fell away, leaving only blackness and a gaping, wind-blown
void beneath.
The chanting rose in pitch,
became more insistent as the spell reached its most vital point; a colored
blur touched the circle… and then two worlds appeared in the circle where
a yawning abyss had existed moments before.
They stood in perfect clarity,
two places separated by the sturdy hand of time, both within the runes
containing the Summons. The light that surrounded them grew, flaring; it
burned so bright that it seemed nearly a white flame, searing the edges
of the circle and lapping at the feet of the sorceresses that had called
its power. And then, suddenly, the light extinguished. More quickly than
it had come, it was vanished without a trace. And in the circle, two young
men gazed in confusion at their new surroundings.
The blond man’s eyes widened
in hatred and fear as they focused on the robed Rya’s form; her very attire
mocked him. For hers were the same as his except for their dark black color
compared to his stark white. The purple and black clad man’s feelings were
evidently similar, for his sword was unsheathed and ready for blood.
“Teepo my dear, it’s refreshing
to see you haven’t lost… your spunk.” Ceiti’s dark painted lips formed
a slight smile. The beautiful sorceress strode over to the dark warrior,
looking him over, undressing him with her eyes. Teepo could feel his will
running away from his soul as the sword drooped and fell from listless
fingers. Ceiti ran a delicate hand over his silky purple hair while the
other traced a path along his handsome face.
Rya was farther along and
certainly bolder with her newly summoned toy. Her body pressed against
his shuddering prone form. Her mouth hungrily devouring the priest’s lips.
Her hands caressing and stroking whatever they came in contact to. “Oh
Albireo…” She murmured, releasing him as he panted for air. Rya giggled
at his uncertain face, knowing full well he was deciding whether to kill
her or return the favor.
“Rya,
we summoned them for… ‘something different’. Did we not? Let’s not waste
all of their energy now.” Ceiti’s words were reproachful, though her tone
clearly showed her amusement.
The blue-hared girl sighed and clicked her fingers,
promptly freezing the two men in place, then pointed a finger upward. Albireo
and Teepo floated in place behind the two women and the orb as they left
the chamber. “Afterwards… I want to…”
“I know. What do you have
in mind today?
“The Torture Room.”
“Which one?”
“My favorite.”
“What are you planning
this time?” Ceiti turned to her companion, curiosity evident on her face.
“You’ll see.” Rya burst
out in laughter as a huge paneled door swung slowly open in front of the
pair. Candles in the room burst into flame bringing shallow light. Enough,
however, to allow them to see the variously scattered equipment within
the chamber. Whips of various sizes hung proudly throughout the room, a
open closet revealed various painful, pleasurable tools. A huge bed sat
in one corner, handcuffs slung carelessly on its headboard, along with
a human sized rack with bonds and cuffs linked to the wall by chains.
Teepo’s
body floated to the bed, and was laid down gently by Rya’s magic. Ceiti
secured the handcuffs around his wrists while the other woman secured his
ankles to the bedposts. Ceiti’s mouth brushed against his before turning
back to see Rya staring at Albireo, an evil grin on her face.
The blue-hared girl circled his still form
twice, regarding him with an expression so amused and anticipating that
one could only deem it wicked. Her whispered words were inches from his
face, a powerful magic like the one that had called him to the place, and
for a purpose equally as insidious. When the words of power had faded,
she turned to her watching companion. “Whenever you’re ready…” Her smirk
was pleased and eager.
Nodding, Ceiti whispered
quiet words of her own above Teepo, and then moved with graceful footsteps
away from the prone figure of her dark dragon to join the other girl beside
Albireo. They exchanged a glance, black eyes locking with emerald ones
for a moment, the amusement of both more then plain… And then they turned
to stride to the room’s far corner, disappearing into the shadows where
they could safely observe without interfering.
The spell that kept
the both men silent faded with forms of the girls, allowing movement and
life to flow through their limbs once more, leaving them alone to discover
their surroundings.
The boy with purple hair reacted first,
on discovering that he was fastened securely by the chains at head and
foot of the bed. Teepo’s face, already pale, drained even further of color
for a brief moment, then flushed with rage as he struggled against his
bonds. “Ceiti!!” he screamed as he thrashed helplessly. “Ceiti!! Let me
out right now!!!” Following the useless demands his shouts became less
coherent, and filled with a good deal more obscenities.
Albireo seemed much
more at ease with his new position; in fact, a smile found its way to his
features as his eyes took in the Torture Room. The priest seemed strangely
pleased for some reason as his steps brought him toward the figure chained,
struggling, to the bed in the room’s corner. He came to a stop just above
Teepo, azure eyes taking in the thrashing body with a look that could be
described only as predatory.
Realizing the other’s
nearness, the young man chained to the bed had the presence of mind to
stop his futile attempts at fighting the bonds. “Albireo,” he gasped, slightly
short of breath from his efforts. “Albireo— let me out. There has to be
a key somewhere— we can go before they get back.” His voice had a hint
of supplication in it, crimson eyes desperate to escape.
The pleas stopped abruptly,
however, as the priest that stood above him chuckled softly and put a hand
on the chest still panting from the previous exertions. “No…” Albireo chuckled.
“No, I don’t think either of us will be going anywhere…” The smirk that
crossed his face was hungry, and more than a little cruel. Leaning down
to the figure on the bed, he crushed his mouth against the boy’s, forcing
his tongue past lips too shocked to resist. For fully five seconds, Teepo
could only stare at the other, dusky eyes huge as his mind refused to register
what had just occurred. And then his eyes narrowed in anger, and he brought
his teeth together, hard as he could.
With a cry of pain and
a growled curse, Albireo jerked backward, sending a fisted hand to connect
painfully to the side of Teepo’s face. For a moment, both men stared at
each other, the violet-hared boy on the bed with an expression of startlement
and barely suppressed fear, the priest with one of amusement and desire.
And then Albireo advanced again, azure eyes gleaming with such an intensity
that it was almost frightening to look upon.
Then abruptly stopping,
his grin growing broader, Albireo turned his eyes to a huge long whip on
the wall. He took it reverently, stroking the cruel weapon gently. “Albireo,
what are you doing? Have you lost your damn mind?!” Teepo screamed as he
watched Albireo unfurl the whip and test it with a loud snap.
“You’ve been very disobedient.
I don’t tolerate such behavior; it’s time for your punishment.” He snickered,
watching Teepo’s face turn to an expression of horror, as he renewed his
futile struggle, his mind racing for some escape. “There’s no escape, boy.
However your writhing makes it more interesting. Don’t stop.” Teepo’s eyes
closed and he gritted his teeth, steeling himself for the priest’s first
attack.
The sound of the whip’s
crack and ripping cloth filled his ears, but not the pain he expected.
His dark eyes opened in surprise and saw a huge gash in his shirt but not
his flesh. Then before he could respond the whip slashed against his chest
as Teepo screamed in surprise and pain. With inhuman accuracy Albireo alternately
whipped the dark dragon’s shuddering body or whipped clothing off. Cruel
laughter and desperate screams filled the chamber, as the sorceresses giggled
silently in their hiding place. Dread uncertainty filled Teepo, hoping
for a painless slash and uncertain whether it would come or not.
His body was burning
hot with agony as he convulsed and spasm under Albireo’s ministrations.
Teepo’s chest tightened as he felt another feeling snake through him, a
deviant sort of pleasure raked within. His face flushed with shame as he
realized desire gripped him as well as pain.
The whip lashed against
his legs, thighs, and chest, haphazardly ripping clothes and flesh alike.
Then Albireo’s whip moved up deliberately upwards from his legs, slashing
upwards to his crotch. Teepo braced himself for the imminent agony but
found the whip’s target was his navel. Teepo arched involuntarily, feeling
blood rushing to his penis, and hardening with a throbbing intensity, causing
him to scream in pleasure and pain as Albireo continued to abuse his chained
body.
Abruptly as he started Albireo’s
punishment ceased, the young man furled the weapon in his hands, surveying
his handiwork. His victim’s slight form was covered in painful welts, his
clothing was nothing more than tattered scraps. Albireo ripped off the
remaining pieces, except for the scanty piece that covered the boy’s most
private area. Though it was not effective because of its current condition.
“Teepo… I cannot believe
that you were actually enjoying your punishment!” Albireo laughed in mock
surprise. “What shall we do about this?” He asked running a hand across
Teepo’s flat chest, careful to hit his painful wounds, making the dark
dragon gasp in renewed pain.
“Leave me alone you
sick bastard… Ahhhhh!” Teepo cried out as Albireo pinched a particularly
angry and dark red wound. Albireo positioned himself between his legs,
and jerked off the remaining piece of garment off him. His azure eyes roving
over his naked toy, admiring the well-sculpted body despite the ugly gashes
that covered it. He smiled lustfully and stroked him with a surprising
gentleness.
“S,stop…” Teepo pleaded
feebly and shuddered against his fading will. Albireo only took it as a
sign to advance to the next level of torture. He gripped his thighs and
lowered his mouth, his tongue snaking out and licking his manhood lightly,
teasing Teepo out of his mind. Teepo desperately tried to pull himself
away, but the bonds and Albireo’s grip would not allow for escape. Albireo’s
tongue roamed over, tasting the boy’s desire.
Teepo felt sudden unsatisfied
need, his body demanding the deviant pleasure his tormentor gave him. His
mind refused to believe what was happening, still too shocked to focus
clearly. Then Albireo’s warm mouth suddenly engulfed his manhood, teeth
scraping roughly. Teepo moaned loudly, unable to resist his own desire,
his back arching and fists clenched.
The sweet agony burned
through him, sending waves of pleasure through his battered form, and he
gasped as the priest’s tongue worked its way up his length. Desperately
he tried to pull away, to escape, or at least to force Albireo to work
faster, but his torturer’s hand found its way to the boy’s hips, keeping
him firmly from any control of the situation. The tip of the man’s tongue
circled him slowly, drawing a strangled cry from the boy shackled to the
bed. His hips tried to thrust upward, to end the torment, but the restraint
remained fully in position.
After a seeming eternity
of teasing, the priest quite suddenly took the boy’s entire length into
his mouth, drawing a long, shuddering moan from the form still chained
beneath him. The hand that cruelly pinned his hips relented, and Teepo
was at last allowed to arch into the only source of release available from
the maddening ache. Desperate, the boy thrust into the blissful warmth
of the other’s mouth, sweat glistening on his slender form and trickling
into the myriad gashes that the whip had left covering his torso; he was
too far gone to notice the pain, though, or even to register it. A half-strangled
scream forced it’s way from Teepo’s throat, eyes fluttering closed, and
his back arched off the bed as his mind was completely overwhelmed by the
ecstasy of the moment.
And then, abruptly, the sensation
stopped, leaving only an achingly unbearable desire left to be fulfilled.
Eyes flying open in alarm, in was nonetheless several seconds before the
boy could find the air to voice his words. “Al… Albireo?” The second half
of the name was no more than a breathless whisper.
“Hmm…?” The other man appeared
completely undisturbed by his victim’s plight. A wicked smile crept across
his mouth, and he ran his tongue teasingly over his lips.
“Pl… please…” Squeezing his
eyes closed again, Teepo struggled unsuccessfully to suppress a shudder.
“Please what…?” the priest
inquired, though by his amused smirk, he knew very well what it was the
dark dragon needed so badly.
The words had to be a conscious
effort; it took every ounce of the boy’s willpower not to sob with frustration.
“D… don’t stop… Please……”
“And why shouldn’t I?” Albireo’s
tone was taunting, and with the words he leaned forward to regard the gasping
boy intently. A hand reached down to Teepo’s chest, the thumb carelessly
brushing a nipple; the dark dragon’s dusky eyes fell shut again as
a shudder racked his body. A desperate moan forced its way from his lips.
“P… please……” was all he could
manage, back arching him into the touch without his consent.
“Well, if you can’t even tell
me…” Albireo grinned devilishly and turned away.
“No!” the boy managed to gasp,
though it was barely audible. “Don’t go…!!”
“What do you want… Teepo?”
Albireo caressed those words softly. “Why should I stay?” He grabbed the
boy’s shoulders and kissed his lips with a passionate ferocity. Suddenly
eager to please, Teepo kissed the priest back, his tongue twining about
the other man’s. For minutes the pair mashed their lips together, enjoying
the sensations. Then Albireo pulled away, grinning as Teepo whimpered,
missing his torturer’s hot mouth.
“Well?” Albireo asked, and
when his only response was a whimper, he lowered his mouth to an angry
ugly welt and sucked on the red flesh, fingers twisting sensitive nipples,
reminding Teepo of his current position. The helpless boy writhed and cried
out in agony and bliss.
“Why?” Albireo asked again
his blue eyes narrowed impatiently. His hand squeezed Teepo’s manhood
painfully.
“I, I w…ant….!” Teepo
gasped while his balls were massaged, thrusting his manhood in Albireo’s
hand. “I… wa..nt…y..ou to…f….u…c..k ..please.”
“Very vulgar but I will do
as you ask if you can please me.” Albireo grinned, evilly backing away
from the panting man. He moved languorously slow, pulling off his shirt,
and discarding it as if it were refuse, then bending over to remove boots
and socks together, kicking them aside. Finally Albireo removed his pants,
pulling them down as if it were a great effort, wriggled out of his underwear.
Showing how much he enjoyed the dark dragon’s body.
Teepo’s dusky eyes widened
in disbelief as Albireo straddled him, his manhood inches from his mouth.
“Go on.” Albireo said almost gently, stroking the sweat-soaked hair. Teepo
leaned forward, his tongue playing tentative circles on his shaft. Albireo’s
hands clenched the bedposts tightly, supporting himself as slight moans
escaped his lips. Thrusting his tool to the young man’s mouth, almost demanding
what he wanted.
Teepo’s mouth clamped down,
eager to please, sucking vigorously, teeth and tongue working in unison,
watching Albireo writhe, growl, and thrust as his hands clenched the posts,
knuckles turning white.
Responding to his newfound
enthusiasm as Ceiti’s words of magic finally took full effect, the boy
worked his tongue up the priest’s length, concentrating on the other man’s
face for signs that his efforts were well-received. Despite the sheen of
sweat and ardent cries of pleasure, Teepo suddenly changed tactics drastically;
he pulled back as far as the bindings would allow, moving his tongue to
lap instead at the sensitive head of Albireo’s shaft.
The new sensation drew an
impassioned cry from the priest, and his hips bucked involuntarily, driving
the sensitive organ deeply into the dark dragon’s mouth. Relaxing his throat
to accommodate the other man’s wishes, Teepo began to work quickly again,
sensing that Albireo was rapidly approaching his peak.
Every caress of the boy’s
tongue brought the man closer to complete ecstasy, forced another growl
or moan of pleasure from his lips. The thrusts, now deep and regular, were
made all the more enjoyable by Teepo’s willingness to contribute all his
skill to the act. At last the man’s body stiffened, eyes glazed with the
raw sweetness of the moment, and released into the boy’s mouth, overcome
by pleasure.
The chained figure struggled
to down the thick fluid, crimson eyes still locked on the bliss-filled
face of Albireo, pleased that he’d brought the man so much joy. When at
last the priest had finished, he turned his sweat-slicked face down to
regard the boy beneath him. A hungry smile curved his lips, and he slid
slowly from his position on the boy’s chest to straddle his hips, nearly
laying on the dark dragon as he reached one hand to rub teasingly at an
exposed nipple.
Teepo gasped sharply at the
contact, hissing his pleasure and surprise; when the other man’s mouth
found the opposite nipple, a low moan escaped him and his back arched again,
begging for the touch. The priest’s free hand worked a maddening trail
over his chest, slipping slowly down his abdomen and lower, caressing the
inside of a thigh but nothing more. Whimpering softly, the boy strained
toward the teasing hand, unable to reach the sensation it offered due to
the cruel bonds.
When Albireo slipped his body
lower, allowing one thigh to rub against the other’s painful erection,
the violet-hared boy groaned loudly in approval, lifting his hips to encourage
the touch. Albireo’s hand caressed the boy’s inner thighs, moving upwards,
ever so slightly touching Teepo’s aching organ. As Albireo’s tongue licked
a trail downwards, lower down, approaching his abdomen, Teepo’s body relaxed,
content to enjoy the exhilaration Albireo was giving him. Albireo’s hands
began to roughly knead the boy’s buttocks, eliciting more moans from Teepo.
Finally he felt Albireo’s warm breath so close to his shaft he arched,
opening his legs as far as he could.
Albireo’s tongue, however,
skipped over his erection entirely and instead caressed his inner thighs.
“Pl... ease.” Teepo moaned pitifully as the priest mockingly continued
to ignore it. Teepo’s soft butt cheeks were parted brutally, and Albireo’s
fingers traced a lazy circle around the boy’s hole. Then two fingers violently
thrust in the small opening while the boy’s body bucked and thrashed, violently
unprepared for this new feeling. The fingers thrust painfully in and out,
forcing him to endure another agonizing torment. Albireo’s mouth finally
took the dark dragon all the way, his head bobbing up and down as fingers
pumped Teepo.
Teepo shrieked as his pelvis
rocked back and forth, determined to come this time. His pent up desire
finally acknowledged as Albireo greedily sucked him with more eagerness
than before. Teepo’s eyes were glazed and mouth opened wide animalistic
sounds bursting from deep inside. His mind could only concentrate on his
pelvic area, bucking in unison with Albireo’s pleasurable ministrations.
His tongue ran skillfully over it, making Teepo grunt with need. Albireo
took it all in, his mouth pressed against the boys balls, nose inhaling
the sweet, musky scent.
The dark-hared warrior’s stomach
began to tighten, his breath coming out in shorter gasps. Teepo increased
his pace, moving faster and harder into Albireo’s mouth, while he shoved
another finger into the already stretched hole. His teeth slightly scraped
the engorged member. At last Teepo’s worn body exploded, bringing screams
of absolute bliss from the chained young man. His body lifted off the bed
as a white-hot sheet of pleasure misted the crimson eyes. Albireo’s eyes
widened, surprised at the amount of seed pumping out of the boy and into
his mouth. Gagging a bit, Albireo barely managed to swallow all of the
thick fluid. As Teepo’s body stopped convulsing, the boy’s eyes fluttered
and closed, falling into the deep throes of unconsciousness. A contented
and satisfied smile played on his soft lips.
With a smile, Albireo rose languidly from the
bed, regarding the boy’s sleeping form through half-lidded eyes. With graceful
steps, he moved toward the door… and froze.
Giggling from the shadows,
the forms of two young woman appeared once more, eyes ablaze with excitement
from the spectacle they’d just witnessed. Eager tones were hushed within
the Torture Room’s stone walls, but clearly enthusiastic nonetheless.
“It couldn’t have gone any
better if we’d planned out every detail!” Rya cheered.
“I know…” Ceiti consented,
drifting toward Teepo. “So much better than chess,” she smirked, stroking
a strand of sweat-slicked violet hair from his forehead.
The blue-haired girl hugged
the priest’s arm, glancing appreciatively at his naked form from such a
good vantage point. “Should we bring them somewhere else…?” she asked anxiously,
clearly looking forward to the next game.
Ceiti frowned slightly, dark
painted lips tipping downward delicately. “Maybe we should let them rest…
It has been a long night, and we wouldn’t want their performance to be
hindered by a lack of sleep, would we?” A smile overtook her at Rya’s hesitant
agreement, and she paused before adding words to assure her friend: “Besides…
We’re not nearly finished with them.”
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