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What found me was dark, powerful and ready to move me down a path I had never known existed! When he did come round for me to look on I thought he had been something out of a dark dream. When the lights dimmed notifying us that the second half was about to start, I was pleased he owned his own box. It was the top box to the far left of the stage, complete with a bottle of red wine, two glasses, and a curtain giving him privacy from the rest of the audience. I took my seat as he took his own.

The lights dimmed and the second half began. For the first ten or so minutes nothing out of the ordinary happened. He kept his attention on the show, or so it would have appeared to me. When he did move, it was to pour me a glass of wine and pull his chair closer to my own. I took a sip and as the wine took its hold on me I knew there was something odd about the flavor.

I drank more, assuming it was just me, but before long my vision was blurred, my arms limp and my body completely lifeless and I knew something was wrong. He came up behind me. I had not even noticed him rise from his chair. I felt his warmth on the back of my neck but could only sit there and listen to there rhythmic power within his voice. You will address me as Master and when you forget, I assure you, you will suffer for your mistake.

I have given you a well placed amount of something very dark in your drink, and as you are now feeling you no longer have any control of your own body or senses. Your mother was correct in giving you to me, but now it is your turn to show me your complete submission. Just sit there and as long as you obey my every desire I will promptly bring you back to this world! His voice turned me on, though his words frightened me long past when he stopped speaking.

What had he meant when he said mother had given me to him? I knew we had our differences over my life, but I could not believe she would freely give me to a possible monster. As his voice stopped the music from the show washed over me and I hoped this would pass in time. I tried to relax as I felt his hands move past my shoulders. Around my neck, down my blouse and under my bra. By the time he reached my nipples they were far from the only thing erect in this little space of his.

My nipples almost made me scream as his fingers slid over and around them. I could feel moisture growing between my legs, under my panties, dripped of perspiration starting to grow on my breasts. When his touching moved to pinching, twisting, pulling, pushing, my body started to shake all on its own. A single finger came to cross my lips. My body kept reacting to his touch, but my mouth remained completely closed.

Little wines and whimpers slipped through my lips only to be met with harder pinching of my nipples, the sides of my breasts and a hand firmly around my neck, choking me, punishing my noncompliance. As his hands and fingers moved down to my naval, over my vagina and around my hips to my ass, I knew the was only going to become more and more intense. I knew this had to be the man my mother had set me up with, but his own words rang through my mind as his use and torment of me continued.

Why would my mother have given me to him, and what exactly did that even mean? It was, after all, the twenty first century. Slavery had been abolished for more than a century and mother or not, I was not a thing to simply be given away. Just as I was about to completely object to his further use of me, he pulled the curtains closed pulled me to my feet by my nipples and I could only cry out softly in pain as I was forced to my knees.

I looked up to him in my best defiance, only to have a hand come down on my face. He slapped me again, to make sure he had my full and complete attention. He looked at me and smiled. It was as if he had somehow heard my thoughts and this was his way of making sure I knew this was now my place, at his feet, under his control and mindless to anything other then what he wanted and desired. Again, as my new thoughts filled my mind, he smiled down on me, only this time removing his cock from his paints. Again I looked at him with a growing distaste and again I was reminded my thoughts were no longer my own.

He grabbed me by my hair, I had taken hours to fix it perfectly this afternoon and had not intended it to be wasted on any who thought they had the right to use me like some kind of whore! Before I could realize those words were not the ones I should have been thinking, they had already crossed my mind and his face and smile all vanished at once.

His anger flared, he rose his hand again, only this time in a fist not openly and I braced to be beaten for my complete disobedience. Still angry with me, as I was still angry with him, his fist was brought down slowly, as his body shook obviously with great internal anger. His cock had not dwindled in size. Though his control over his own emotions made me realize this was, in fact, my new fate whether I liked it or not.

I knew he wanted to beat me, hurt me and make me his violently, but this was neither the place or the time. I was able to breath a bit more easily when all he did was bring his fat cock up to my lips and wait for my lips to part. His almost loss of control made me think twice about not doing as he wanted and I opened my mouth allowing him to lean forward.

Now it was my turn to show my own control over my displeasure. First I sucked and licked only the tip of his cock, slowly leaning more forward allowing him to slid further and further into my open mouth. His arms relaxed at his sides, the heat of my mouth closed around his cock and I found myself doing exactly as he had wanted.

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The music continued in the background as his cock started forward deeper and deeper still. My sucking moved in rhythm with the sounds of the opera. He also moved though more violently than I would have been comfortable with before this night. The music grew louder and his hands came to rest on the back of my head. The conclusion of the show was near, but I was given no quarter and he continued to fuck my skull like I only existed to be his pleasure.

In the very moment I love this opera the best he slammed himself fully down my throat held himself firm and unloaded himself so deeply that I could only choke, swallow and beg with my eyes for his release. He backed off a bit, but only enough for me to clean him off completely. The applause rang through the house, and still I had his cock sliding, more gently, in and out of my lips.

When the lights came on completely he leaned down, removed his cock, an held my hair so he could speak clearly into my right ear;. Disobedient, strong willed, and truly fitting of the name Filthaven. Now I think you should know, you were nothing more then a silly girl before this night. Your mother and I have had a lifetime relationship and though you may thing slavery is in the past, you, little Alyse are completely and totally my property.

If you try to break from this arrangement, or fail to learn the lessons I will set out for you to learn, I will fully enjoy using all my power and knowledge to not only break your body, but your mind and will as well. From here on out you will refer to me as Master! You are now a slave and you will learn to act your part.

My name, though you will never call me by it, not for any reason, is Author M. Your life has been mine in the waiting since the morning of your birth. Your mother, though honorable in her desires, knew the one day she would have to give you to me. She lives her life now and has done so freely for over thirty years free, because of the margin you have now fulfilled. She was once my property as you have become mine now.

Perhaps in time we will speak more on this topic, but more importantly I can not warn you strongly enough, You Are Mine! Do as your told. Learn well and accept your new place in this world. If you fail to meet my every need, my every desire and my every whim, your punishments will only grow with your continued disobedience.

Now get to your feet, I think it is time for tea and a friendly conversation between master and slave. I climbed to my feet and knew his words were more then enough for me to realize all of it were true. He did not open the curtain and he did not offer me help. I feared I may not make it out of the theater house alive, but it seemed I also had no other choices. I stumbled a bit, forgetting my black lace panties were now around my ankles. When I bent over to right them, my new master got to them first. He removed them from my being altogether making me realize I must not exit this room without them.

I straightened my hair, my bra and my dress hoping this would suit his needs, but when I was standing in waiting, he removed an odd object from his pocket with a dark evil smile. It was a small shiny metal object. It was not like anything I had ever seen and though his smile widened I was told to bend over. I faced the wall, put my hands in front to study me and bent over as I was instructed. There was what looked like an ace on the end of the metal and when I was fully bent over, I found out why.

I felt something cold pushing on my clit, then down, on my lips and then being pushed inside of me. I almost choked at the cold temperature of the device. He moved it back and forth a few times, and when I thought he was finished, he removed it, laughed to himself and placed his free hand on the top of my back pushing me down further.

When I felt the metal again, I was in shock and fear when he started to push it in my ass. It hurt at first, then it made its way all the way in and he allowed me to stand again. It did not hurt so much, but I was more then embarrassed knowing I was going to have this, plug in my ass as I walked down the street. I took my first step as he opened the curtains and the door to the hall beyond. The first step was not bad, but as I walked further, I could feel the pain and pressure building between my legs.

We made it down to the entry area, out the door an done to the walkway moving west down the street. My legs were shaking violently long before we came to a small tea shop, already filled with others who had come from the theater. It took about fifteen minutes for us to be seated. When I did sit down I felt the orgasm building and the discomfort was beyond imagination.

His smile was so evil I could only wish my pain and discomfort on him. Again, like earlier in the night I found his smile fade as my thoughts were open to his own mind. I only had a moment to prepare myself before he retaliated for my mental comment.

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He brought his cane to eye level, ran his fingers over the dragon on the top and brought his right hand right up to my eyes so I did not miss a single thing. A single wisp of dark green energy erupted from his fingertips as if I were in a movie and magic was, in fact something very real. He moved his fingers, sliding them into one another and as he did the energy became more apparent. I could not understand why others in the tea parlor did not take note of what was happening. He pulled his fingers together as if to flick something in my direction and then he did just that!

The moment he did so, the energy now blue and green flew towards me and the pain, discomfort and arousal between my legs became so powerful I thought I would scream right then and there. I gripped the table, crossed my legs and hoped with all my being he would stop it. To my great loss, he did nothing of the sort. He smiled again and leaned in to whisper in my ear;.

I can control magic, and you will be punished for your very thoughts if they are out of line. I am now your owner, and you will remember to remind yourself of that fact. You will refer to me as master and you will obey my every desire. As of right now, you want to cum, you want to scream and you want relief. But I will tell you only once, you will do no such thing till I give you permission.

Is this completely understood? I can make it so much worse, so hold your mind, take this warning and you will make it home long before your body takes control of you. Now, lets enjoy a pot of tea and see if you can be a bit more obedient. My mind was afire as his words smiled over me. I knew there was no trick as my loins filled more and more with pain and discomfort. I knew he would be good to his word, but I had never, in my life needed to cum so intensely.

I did as I had been told and sat up straight. The moment I was sitting properly, the majority of the discomfort left me. The pot of Real Grey was brought to the table and we sat, drank our tea as if nothing amiss was going on. Over the course of an hour, we went through three pots of tea and began to know more about each other. I found out he had been in the London area for more then three hundred years, and though he did not say where he hails from before that, I was finding that my master and host had been around for far longer then anyone could have imagined.

The lovely young woman who had been serving us came over just as the last of the customers walked out the door. She smiled at my master, I could tell she would not mind allow him to enjoy her sexually, though he did not return the smile. He paid, took me by the hand and we walked out into the chilly dark of the night.

I knew there was no large home in this part of the city, but then the idea that he used magic made me wonder if we would be walking at all. The lights of the city seemed very bright tonight as we walked from one street to another. As we turned a corner I found myself in a section of the city I did not recognize. It was as if we had gone from the twenty first century to the eighteenth.

The light in the sky were almost none and the air was foul. An old sign hung above our heads to a shop now darkened by the lack of light within. My master took out his keys, opened the door and ushered me in. It smelled of burnt candles and incense. As we walked into a large room a single massive mirror took my complete attention. It was more then ten feet tall, almost as wide and it seemed we were walking right into it.

When I was nose to nose with it, he pulled out the cane, touched the glass and pushed me forward! I fell forward expecting him to use me once again when my body was pressed against the glass. To my complete astonishment I fell through the glass, and landed on my knees looking up to an old house with another massive mirror behind me. My new master walked right through to stand above me and smiled when I realized this man could control not only me but magic as well. He tossed his cane on the couch on the other side the room and stood directly in front of me.

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I could see the power hungry look in his eyes as he stood over me so I knelt there and waited. I felt the power from the glass behind me flare just before another man can walking through and was joined by a second, third and so on. Of all the men now standing above me, there was a single woman who also took her position above me, but did not wait for the others to act. She pushed to the front, even pushing my master out of the way, looked down smiled and slapped my face true and hard. The shock, pain and sexual energy hit me just as hard as she did!

Immediately after slapping me, she too was on her knees, but to be used, to use me more. Her hands went up under my dress, tore into my vagina and probed more and more fingers deep into me. I almost screamed as she started to finger not only my cunt, but my ass as well. I fell completely on the floor. I could not breathe. I could not move and I could no longer think.

The men, one by one removed their pants, pulled out their cocks and put them in my face. Her fingers never stopped but my mouth opened and cock filled the space within. From time to time, someone would slap me, from a growing need they could no longer control. In time, I was also lifted off the floor, my dress removed and taken up a long flight of stairs. Fingers and cock filled me with every step. When we got to a very large bedroom, with open rafters above, I knew the normal needs were not the only thing about to happen to me this night.

My breasts were bound with red rope. That same rope found its way down through my legs, around my calves, bound my arms and then were tied to the rafters above. Whips, floggers and canes all took their turn scaring my skin, and leaving their marks. At first I was hung just above the shoulders of those using me. But in time I was brought down and men started racing my holes with their cocks. The woman seemed to take turns sucking my cunt, ass and the many cocks that penetrated them! I came so freely I thought I would die if those around me did not give me a break.

That break never came, but I did! Cum dripped from my vagina, ass and face. My breasts were in major pain from the ropes, the pinching, the biting, the twisting, the slapping. Nothing in my life could have prepared me for everything I was give last night. This was also the time when the cock fucked me harder. The whipping became past bearable and my face was filled with a dripping swollen red pussy for me to suck and drink in! My master never took any enjoyment in my use.

He only stood back and allowed his friends to use me any way they desired. My voice left me long before my users did. My screams tore through the house over and over as I came more and more frequently. When I could no longer speak, or beg, they seemed to step back a bit. The woman only pushed her cunt that much further into my mouth and came as I chocked down her own orgasm.

Her laughter brought a kind of shame to me, I never wanted to feel again, but she did not stop there. She took turns slapping my face, spanking my bare ass, and forcing me to lick and suck her dripping vagina and anus. When I could only jerk from my long overuse, and complete surrender, she stepped back. I was, once again hoisted up further in the air, and her lips found my own. Honestly, it may have been the most powerful and passionate kiss I had ever engaged in.

Her tongue slid over my own, she sucked my lips, and the hairs on my body responded in kind. I wanted, no needed more. Surging forward I tried to give her the only energy I had left. I could feel the tips of my nipples harden with every kiss, with every lick! Her fingers again found my vagina and this time slid in and out gently, but never stopping. I grunted as this brought about another surge and I tried desperately to scream, though by now my voice was completely absent.

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I thought I may die from over use, but the singular moment I was about to pass out completely, I was left altogether alone. The men left me. She left me and only my master remained. He looked at me in a most particular way. He seemed to be deciding whether to leave me hanging or lower me to the bed below me.

I beg with all my being to be untied and this only made him smile. His last words before leaving the room may be the most powerful lesson I would ever learn from him;. As it is, you did not address me with the proper terms, so I wish you a good night. Someone will come care for you in the morning. With that he left the room, left me hanging in pain and humiliation and I knew I would never again forget to address him as Master! Master Neace was nowhere to be found, I could only imagine he was in his work room. I knew I had the basic chores to attend to, but as with every day, the silver star in the front foyer had to be done first.

I was just finishing up when the door to the outer work room open and my master emerged. I was shocked to find the dark haired woman, from yesterday was again, with him. She looked like her body was close to exhaustion. Her hair was perfectly in place, and her clothing looked more like a spider created silk covering, then the attire of a proper English woman. My master walked gracefully out to stand before me, the woman, though also graceful, also looked as if she had taken quite a night. I could tell her face had been slapped, hair pulled and her body used.

His smile gave me goose-bumps, and his words drove fear into me, in ways I will never admit. I do think you and this young lady could have quite a go at it, if you are willing to try. I give you my word, she can take anything, if you know what I mean! And she has already been warmed up for you. I know the extra bedroom on the East wing is open, and I would only ask you to help her get cleaned up, before I have a driver collect her later this day.

Till then I tell you, man to man, anything and everything you may have ever dreamed about with a woman, do enjoy yourself. If she screams a bit, pay it no mind, if not, well maybe you should dig a bit deeper for ideas! His words would have fueled most men with pure delight, but for me, I was truly concerned about the consequences of using this woman without first gaining permission from my other master in the house.

Though, she had been quite beautiful, yesterday. All done up, long flowing dark hair and those long tanned legs, I would love to see if the woman could scream as well as I did yesterday for my djinn.



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I looked at Master Neace and spoke plainly. Will you be in the house today, in the event I need a bit of council? I am honored you would like me to play with your lovely toy. I thank you deeply for the opportunity. My work will be requiring a larger sacrifice tonight.

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The full moon, may help in my planes, but I must follow with the original protocol, just to be on the safe side. So I will be gone from noon, till dusk this evening. If you have questions then, ask young Melissa here. I assure you, this is not her first man to be treated with her presence, I think you two will be more then happy with each other. So, off with you both, up stairs, and I would love to hear a scream or two, before I need to leave in just over an hour.

Good day to you Mr Etchen, good day! Just push yourself, I am sure you will do fine. He gave me a stiff nod and a wink as he straightened himself again. Without a further ado, he turned re-entered his workroom, and left the lady Melissa in my care. I had more then one thing I wanted to do with this woman, but I had other ideas of what she would be doing to me. Master Neace was correct, she had been warmed up for me, she still had a nice bit of moisture between her legs and as I touched her sex, a soft whimper escaped her lips. I removed my hand, licked my fingers and wiggled them into her waiting peach.

She tried to bend forward as my fingers, first two, then three and four, slid deeper and deeper into her waiting body. When I had all but my hand within her and she was already coming, I laughed at my good fortune and pulled myself free. I used her dress to wipe clean my hand and retook my position next to my new toy. I had something dark and evil trying to claw its way to the surface, and I knew the djiin was responsible for it. I led the way, up the stair and across to the East wing. Once outside the bedroom door, I turned her in the morning sun, and truly looked her round.

I was nineteen, I had bedded a few women in my life, though most of them were nothing more then tavern winches, but now, to have the opportunity to fuck, use and torture this beautiful young woman, oh how my mind did twist! I opened the door, led the way in and went and opened the large window across the room. The breeze this morning was lovely, and just a nip cold. As I turned back to Melissa I found, she had only stepped inside, and was waiting for further instruction at the end of the bed.

The bed started another story in my mind altogether. Laid out across the top covers were some of the tools, I had seen in the outer chamber of my masters work room yesterday. I smiled to myself as I realized he had planned all this out, and wanted to give me the best chance to give him his wish; a scream or two before he departed the house. My first desire, was an innocent one, truth be told, I was not sure if I would ever find myself in the presence of such a beauty again, and the remaining innocent side of me wanted something natural, to start with.

I took her hand, led her to the foot of the bed and motioned for her to sit. She did as I asked and looked me right in the eye, almost seeming to want the very thing I did, at least now. I leaned in, caught her green eyes, and kissed her. In the time we kissed my hands came to rest of her hips, her hands on my face. As our mouths danced I took hold of what little dress she had to begin with. Tore it from her shoulders and pulled it free of her body. I was very surprised to find scratch marks and whip marks all up and down her front and back.

Touching one or two of them gave way to the first of her soft moans. A single red stripe was all the way across her left breast. I took a handful of those breasts, and squeezed, gently at first, then harder, and tighter over time. I have her moaning, and her sex was more then dripping now, from her first use this day. My breath was coming up shorter then I would have liked, but when I realized we had danced in the rhythm of passion for far too long, I retook a stance next to the foot of the bed.

I held out my hand, for her to take, and when she did, I motioned for her to kneel before me. Once on the floor, she removed my tunic, and trousers. My cock, long since hard and stiff, sprung forward to meet her lips half way. Her lips parted and another kind of dance begun. I almost gave way in that first instant. I felt darkness and power rising from deep within me. I rose my right hand, as far over my head as I could, bringing it down with full force on her already bruised left cheek.

The slap brought out the very darkness in me, the djiin had so openly helped to create. I slapped Melissa over and over till her face was red from my use. Once the left side was used, I turned my left hand to her right cheek. Moan after moan fell from her lips, still sucking my cock! I started to feel she was not putting her whole being into my needful cock, so I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her head to my torso as I slammed my cock further and further down her throat.

Her first gag, was a sound I knew I would come to love in the women in my future. I continued to fuck her face, never concerning myself with the discomfort I may be causing her. This, again was not like the wenches in the taverns around town. If you hurt them you could be put in the stocks and beaten for it. Melissa had been given to me, and her pain was the creation of my joy. I had never had such clear desire to hurt another soul, not till this very moment. I moved both my hands again, this time down around her neckline.

When I could hold out no longer, I brought my first full load in her mouth and throat. Again she gagged, but this time I let her have air, and a moment to reclaim somewhat of her posture. I staggered backwards as she took in two full breaths of air. A small multi leathers whip lay on the floor, next to my feet. I helped her to her feet, turned her round and bent her forward over the foot of the bed. Now, her ass, full and round filled my field of vision. The bottom round giving way to her soft pink lipped pussy. My cock, though still trying to regain myself grew, harder and longer then before.

I saw an interesting bit of silver laying on the floor. I realized it was one of the bits I had seen yesterday, and at the time, had no idea what it could be used for. Now, without have to think twice, I knew exactly where it would fit nicely; her anus. I leaned down, picked it up and slid it through the moisture still dripping between her legs.

Once completely covered in her wet, I posted it on the outer edge of her anus. My frustration flared when it did not go in on the first try. Her first real whimper came out, on my second try, though still not successful. Again anger by the lack of action, I licked a single finger and shoved it directly into her ass. Her head cam back, the moans became louder and I knew without a doubt, it was time.

The silver balloon shipped device moved easily into place after I removed my finger. A single cry escaped he parted lips. It was good, but only a start! I stood back, picked up the whip, and rose my hand fully above my head. I brought it down with a terrible force, an was truly pleased when her cry echoed across the house. Again in the same way I whip her ass. Again she cried out and Again I positioned myself behind her. I brought the whip up across her clit and over her ass.

The scream was everything I could have hopped for. Over and over I hit her in the same way. She screamed freely now I no longer cared to hold back. I did not notice the door opening and Master Neace coming to stand beside me. I brought the whip down over the top of her ass, and realized who was now watching me. A bit of a jump, on my part and I bowed my head in his general direction.

He nodded towards me and smiled. It was a genuine smile, like a master to an apprentice. Closing the door tightly behind him. My use of her continued as I enjoyed the knowledge of his approval of me. I positioned myself behind her, and took my first of many such dips into her sex.

This did not produce and cries or screams, but it did produce a great deal of enjoyment between us both. I leaned in, filled my hands with breasts, and took full use of a beautiful woman. The second time I came, was the moment, I heard the red Porsche start up in the garage below me, and squeal across the cobblestone drive. The moment he was truly gone, a singe voice entered my head, and I knew what I would do with the remaining six hours and Melissa. I found a collar, strapped it to her neck and led her out the door, down the stair and to the outer workroom door. Yanking back on the collar, I put my face to her own, and spoke harshly but honestly.

Is that completely understood. I forced my right fingers back in her ass, as I pulled harder and harder on the collar. Tears fell from her eyes, and I knew we had an understanding. I shoved her to the wall, opened the outer door, and half drug her into the room. Across the store room to the outer door. The moment I started to open the door, I realized what life was like, through my masters eyes. The door swung easily open and we both walked into a myst filled room and my waiting djiin! M agick had always been such a temptation to me.

In the five years I have been in service of this house, and master Neace, I had never once gone against his wishes. This afternoon could have all been avoided, if I had only kept to my Thursday routine. It had been so simple. I cleaned the upstairs and lower south wing every Thursday. Never, not once had I ever been given instructions to clean the North end. I knew little of what truly happened back there, but the tales one hears kept me out all this time. I honestly had no idea what he would do when he found out what I had done.

I had started to wonder about the North wing last month when I heard a strange sound coming through the vents. It was not music, it could not have been a child, there were no children here. The first time I had heard it, I thought I was dreaming, but yesterday I heard it again. Only this time it came through when I was directly over the room the master reserved for working, as he called it. A tiny squeak of a sound, but something closer to a living thing. I hoped it would just go away, as it had done before.

To my dismay it continued to make sounds, even after Master Neace emerged from his work. He dressed in his black suit left by way of the garage and took the Red Porsche. It was not every day he drove that car. Only when he had made some kind of breakthrough did that car come out, and get dirty. Or so is the way he put it, the one time I had the courage to ask. Today was like many days before it, only that the sounds continued to seep through the upper ventilation system long after he had gone. I tried, seriously I did, to ignore it, but when it went from a single squeak to a soft voice calling from the beyond, I simply had to find out what it was.

I descended the front stairs, coming to rest in the grand entryway. This was the heart of the house. Solid black walnut floors, the room was a perfect circle with the stair wrapping around and up starting on the right side of the front doors. There was a massive star planted in the middle of the floor, its arms extending to the very edge of the outline of the black circle. The star was formed with only the highest quality of sterling silver. I polished it every single day. Once in the morning when I came in, and again before I left the house.

I had been told, on my first day here, it was the single most important thing I would do each and every day.

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The polish for it was something my master made himself. It looked like fresh blood, and made the star shine with a luster a god would envy. Only once before today, had I run out of that polish, but as soon as I requested more, he went into his workroom, and returned with a full container. That had been the first day I started wondering about the craft he used, and how I would go about becoming an apprentice and not just a house slave. Twice a year, on the winter and summer solstice a group of very eager young men, and women would come to the house when the sun was at its height.

Those who cam would all have a feast together. Not one would leave till the kitchen and dining room was completely reassembled properly. The first few years I was in this house, I was told, very strictly, to remain out of sight, and to never come down stairs, no matter what sounds I may hear. Those who were to attend were not a mixture of men and women this year, they were all women. Very young women indeed. Never in my life had I seen so many perfectly beautiful women in the same place. They wore the normal cloaked coverings, thought they were not black, they were pristine white, with a silver trim.

I had been instructed, by my master to help them in the house, give them proper instructions to the dinning room and to find the washroom, if they needed. Other then that I was told to stand by the wall, during the feast service, and say nothin. After they had eaten their meals, they were led one by one into the main workrooms and out of my sight. I had hopped master Neace would allow me to proceed with them, but he had made no such mention.

The next morning when I arrived with the grounds servants, my master had taken me to the side. He wanted to know I had his complete trust in my ability to remain discrete, as with this house, the work he did here and the overall reputation of the estate. That had been almost six moons ago. He had made small mentions that my patience and desires would be rewarded in time, but that time never came. I still feel bad about having to hide my indiscretion from Jon, but if he ever found out the I had entered his workroom and found out just what kind of magic he used, I truly believe I may be put to death.

As it is, I could tell you the I found myself in his prep room, the many shelves and tables covered with every kind of device I would never know what to do with, and simply left. I could tell you that, it would be much more then I would ever admit to my master, but truth be told it was not where I stopped. The first table was covered with silver devices, of one shape or another. Some were ling and thin, while others were thick and bulgy. Seated in a small pot, on the back of that table was another container of the blood red polish I used out front on the floor.

There were many long sharp spikes on the table, one which looked more used then the others. The very tip of that spike looked as if it had polish left on it, but when I looked closer, I realized this was not polish, but fresh blood. If I was ever to have the courage to move forward in my own life, I must learn to stomach such things. I stood up, maybe a bit taller and moved to the next table. Leather whips, poles and paddles lay spread across his table. The black leather was polished to a high shine.

I could not imagine master Neace doing the polishing, but then who else cam and went from this part of the house? The last table, on the far side of the room, held the most basic of items. Bright red silk rope, in many lengths and diameters were coiled over the silky black table cloth. On the ends of the ropes were notes with a strange writing on them. I knew this had to be some kind of craft seal, but I could not understand what or why.

I approached the door, on the far side of the room, and stopped to read the words above the frame. I had no idea what these words had to do with his craft, but right as I was thinking to myself, I heard the sound again. I feared, opening the door would set off some kind of detection spell. I also feared my tampering with this room and the beyond would be the end of me, but I could not go back now. If I were to die from my choices this day, then I would do so in the knowing I had the courage to follow though on my desires.

I reached for the door before I realized there was a camera in this room. It was o a far wall, a small dark dome over it, but I knew instantly I would be found out. All my courage vanished the moment I realized my ignorance. Of course he would have this room under surveillance, which meant the next would have to be the same, and on the same circuit most likely. My only thought, at that point was simple, to hell with it. If I was dismissed for my behavior, then I would be dismissed. I opened the door to the work room and walked inside.

The interior room had been floored with black walnut, just like the entry hall, but this room was floored with the highest quality red carpet I had ever seen. It spanned from one wall to the next. But the room was not as I had expected it to be. There was a single table, off to one side.

No shelves to hold books of spells. No runes on the walls or the floors. Nothing that I would have expected from one who claimed to practice spell craft. This room was an enigma, it contained only a single furnishing; a grand four-post bed, made of the same black walnut spread throughout the rest of the house.

Covered in red and black silk satin sheets, this is what was hiding the source of the sounds I had been hearing. I knew there had to be something more to all the, knew I was missing something. As I moved closer, I fully expected her to move, or at least say something, but neither of those thing happened.

I got within a single step of her, I knelt down to look her over it was a voice that met me;. I also assume you have no idea what I am or, how should I say, you re going to die? It was not the words that slammed me to the floor, but the voice itself. It was dark cruel and evil. Not the voice I would have thought would come from a young beautiful women. As I tried to climb back to my feet, I felt eyes, horrible ancient eyes looking tearing through me. Once again, standing on my feet I decided to leave the room, it was now that the woman looked up from the floor, caught my gaze, and smiled.

I had never been in the presence of a fully nude woman before. She had obviously been left there under orders not to move, but when she did, her body followed the rhythmic motion of a snake. As she climbed to her feet, he bare breasts fell free, hanging from her chest. Her nipples hard, red and calling to be touched. The breasts gave way to a spectacular west, almost half the size of the globes over top of it.

Her body moved back and forth, shifting from one foot to another. Shifting again at the knees, and down to her feet. Without even realizing I had been moving, I bumped into the wall on the same side as the door. I felt behind me, trying to find the knob, ever looking at the woman, as she too was moving forward. Her eyes, I found to be the hardest thing to break contact with. The body, breasts, hips and sex, I thought I could run from, but those eyes, those terrible orange eyes, now they looked like the match to the voice, and I was sure I was going to die. At the last moment, I looked into her eyes and realized this was not some mortal woman.

My childhood dreams of becoming a wizard flashed with my bedtime stories and I knew what I was looking at. I knew I had to flee, had to get away from it, but she had other ideas. I felt my body stretch, the breath in my lungs fail to be enough, and all four points now bound by black leather cuffs. Those cuffs were being hooked to silver chains attached to the posts, just below the mattress. I could feel her hands touching me, my hands, arms then my body. I could also feel beads of sweat starting to bead on my face. The look of fear must have been terribly funny to the creature, who now was standing over me.

Her legs parted, crossing my mid section, bringing my cock to life, hardening with every heartbeat. I gave in completely, but did my best to remember all I was doing. If this creature allowed me to live, it would be through my own cunning. If not, that also would be my own doing. The moment my arms and legs were secure, I felt the tips of her fingers change to hard long sharp claws. Her body, still slipping back and forth brought my eyes back to he own. Without a second thought, I knew this had ben a mistake. I tried to break her gaze, I tried and failed. Her hands continued to move over me.

Down across my chest, holding slightly at my nipples. Not quite the spectacle she possessed, but not pathetic either. Her finger and thumb pulled over my nipples, forcing more and more skin together. When the pull became the pinch, and I could not longer send the pain, I cried out, and she doubled her efforts. Your master does not know you are here, and if you want to continue living, he never will.

You will come see me every time he leaves this house, and for that I will allow you to live. If you fail to come, then I will kill not only you, but your master, his staff and anyone beyond these walls that I can find. You, I will save for the end. When the blood is spilt, and cries gone silent, then I will take my time in killing you. Do you think you can understand what I will do to your world, long before I kill you? I knew my life was short at hand, but I knew no way to break free of her grasp. She pinched my nipples till I could no longer feel them at all.

When she finished there, she moved to my face. Her open hands became whips to my flesh, as my cries became the reason she smiled. Before she stopped slapping my face, I felt my hardened cock, sliding into heat, pleasure, moist, profound! But, before I could enjoy, even a second of it, the bliss turned to pain, and the moisture and wet turned to the dry grit of sand. I was in agony. Even though it was pain I felt, no longer joy, I seemed to have no control over the process she had started.

My shaking turned to cries and screams, but before she was finished, I came. Again and again I came but always to her will. Her need over took my own. Her smiles filled in my frown. When she again sat still on a lifeless nothing of my cock, her smile truly brought fear to a part of me, I never knew I had.

Something had changed in me. Changed me all the way though, and the young boy who had happened into that room, had now been replaced by a man cast of pain and torture. I felt every slap, from here on out. I felt the grinding and heard her laughter, but no matter what she did, I simply wanted more. I was no longer just her toy, I wanted to serve her, obey her, I even wanted to live, but only for her. My fears, now replaced a temptation I would never have had the courage to ask for. Now I was free, but still I was owned by the master of the house.

Still I had to find a way past him. The moment that thought filled my mind, she climbed off me, removed my binding and stood over me. Her voice had changed again, but still the hate and power were unmistakable. Something closer to an angel, not a demon, but still causing me to fear her.

I tried to sit up, I knew the master would be home soon, and I did not want to be found here, with her. Again, she spoke and again, I had only to listen. The moment her voice broke the silence, her figure changed before my eyes. She changed to a he, something of myst and smoke. The true power of the djiin, the ability to make your onlooker see what you desired them to see.

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