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 Malice Magic (Reverse & Razzy)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Razzy, May 16, 2018.

  1. Razzy

    Razzy vicious dreamer Member

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    She was pleased to his words of distaste towards the other witch, and kissed his tip before continuing to tend to him. Dried blood licked onto her tongue but she ignored it, not finding it as pleasing as Kimrith had. The game she played held no room for hesitance, not when the wolf had entered her den. There on her knees she seemed the most confident, unlike the slain witches she took her sexual desires at high speeds. She was the whore of her sisters, and would proudly admit it.

    Not a single reflex was noticed as his cock was shoved into her throat, instead of struggling she only gripped onto Strata's knees. The urge to continue was immediate but he hadn't released her head, instead keeping his fingers tangled among her thick hair. A burn made itself known in her chest, pulling her eyes open while those foul words cracked the foundation of her plan. How dare he be so rude, all while she was practically throw herself him. She was perfect, the ideal image of any man's longing, her emerald gaze rose to catch his eyes once more as he released her head.

    Annoyance filled her strong expression, startling her clarity and pulling further attention from her energy. She barely noticed the drain of power as she rose, so quickly annoyed with her spoiled state of mind. "What's wrong? Had too many mouths on your dick lately?" A sickly sweet tone curved through her voice, and her exposed leg bent upward to step the toe of her shoe on the space of seating between his legs, "Or do you truly have doubts about me? All I want is something that I deserve.."

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    "Are you.. not going to stop me from leaving?"

    Kimrith stepped past the trembling girl, the thumps of her heart still so very noticeable. She was such an inexperienced beauty, with a mind so hopeful and full of dreams. She was also something that the dark witch would prey upon, to turn her dreams into horror, but for now it was not her choice to make Lacy her victim. Strata's scent had nested within the folds of her clothing, carrying him with her, his claim was already there. "No, because I know you'll stay."

    She turned to catch those multi colored gaze, seeing the truth. Lacy was already tangled in the web that her partner had created, she wouldn't be surprised if she was still aroused. There would be no need to trap her where she stood, and instead turned her focus back to the annoying mirror where the witch had allowed for him to pass through. Strata's energy found its way through the glass, staining Vezpra's power and bringing excitement to the silver haired woman.

    "Vezpra will break her concentration when flustered, angered.. She wants to be perfect.. Don't give her that satisfaction." Raising her hands as the tendrils found her, she allowed for a small amount of her energy to freely flow so he could hear her. A sense of anxiety fluttered in her chest, and a devious grin pulled at the corners of her lips. She wanted to be there, to see the look on the bitch's face as she corrupted the perfection of her realm. Her palms pressed against the glass as she waited, hopeful that he would slip past Vezpra's focus to drag her inside.
     
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    Strata was impressed with the dexterity of her throat. She had talents over her magical ones. How exciting for him. He liked the way her eyes stared up at him more. It was very expressive and he thought they looked as though she was unwillingly inviting him to continue this mocking. Vezpra had an ego, she'd been the queen of her own mirror world, after all, and wasn't used to not ruling. That was his angle, then, and he'd use it to usher in her demise in her own kingdom. When she stood he leaned back, his cock still coated in her spit between them.

    His head fell to the side, as though he was still considering her, but that she was also failing a bit under his scrutiny. It was quite decadent to have this illusive witch beg for his favor. "You know I've had quite a few tongues on it, yes." he agreed and touched the cuff on his brow and looked away, hinting at boredom before returning his not-so-committed attention to her. King on a throne, too. There were strands of power between his legs, invisible, tying around the foot she'd placed there. He needed to keep her occupied. His eyes flared slightly when Kimirth confirmed from the other side. Good.

    "And what do you deserve?" he asked with a challenge in his eyes, a test. He also had an ego. He meant to take the magical women of this world and turn them into enraptured and suffering faces in his mosaic of exotic indulgence. He expected to make them cum while they died. "I've let you suck my cock and you were only mid-grade." he reminded and then locked his fingers behind his head, pretending at more boredom. He shrugged and eyed her up and down. "Take off your clothes, then." The suggestion was breathed as though she was close to loosing his interest.

    And if she had some kind of pride left, or would insist on it, he'd stand up and start tucking himself away, grimacing with disappointment. He needed to keep her mind busy. He did notice that he could steal more from her, the further he pushed the act. And if she did decide to strip, he'd eventually push her over, when her clothes were binding her in an importune way, to make her fall less elegant. "Spread yourself." he said, grabbing the base of his cock. "Let me see your colors." her cunt, her asshole. She needed to be pining for his approval and be fearful of his rejection.

    And with that emotion of wanting to please, the little anxiety and weight on her chest if he managed to conjure it, he'd lace the stealing of her power, using her ability to replace the world she'd built. She was lovely, admittedly, he wouldn't mind trying the stretch of her pussy and the dexterity of her ass - her mouth hadn't been so bad - but if he let her know that she might settle back into her former confidence, and then she would likely take note that her power was disappearing. "Hurry up. If you're not going to entertain me, I think I'll try out Lacy already. She almost seemed more interesting." his eyes weren't so wide anymore, eyelids lowered as though he might find the available books more interesting.
     
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    His reactions sent a flare through the witch, building her aggravation at how blind he was. No man turned down her seduction, and would simply slump and wait for their minds to be split in half while she pleased them. Her chest rose with a strong inhale, straining her breasts against the tortured fabric of her corset. Vezpra hadn't even noticed his slight expression that seemed out of the moment, all she captured was the ignorance of it all.

    "Mid grade?" Confusion laced her voice, as if it were the first time any man had questioned her performance. Within seconds her emotions peaked with frustration, to shock, all before melting into a challenging glare. Mid grade?! The words repeated like a chorus in her mind, further breaking her concentration and refusing to feel the drain of her own energy. She always had everything she wanted, every compliment she desired, and now he had only thrown her in a loop that she didn't expect.

    With a shove of her foot she stepped back, already beginning to strip as if it were second nature. She held none of the blushes of cries for dignity that her sisters had, instead feeling rather comfortable wearing nothing on the lustful curves of her body. The first visual sign of her undoing was when he shoved her, catching her off guard when she was always so careful. A quick yelp hurried past her lips once she fell, feeling the sting at the back of her skull. It objected once she pushed herself to sit up, wanting nothing to glare with no hint of amusement at the man. Her clothing had finished coming undone, sliding from her body with velvet texture while her legs bent and hips rose to the fresh breath of air against her.

    "Hurry up?" The witch snapped back this time, curling her legs underneath rather than spreading them like he commanded. Energy coiled around Strata but not to harm, instead rather to pull his form down to send him beside her on the floor. Had she succeeded she would have caught his hips with her legs, showing intent to crawling on top of him, "Why must you be so hard on me? Strata, please.. Don't treat me like this.."

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    She sensed the energy lifting from the mirror, holding her hand against the cool glass while soft breaths fogged the reflection. Kimrith kept near, waiting patiently to be allowed through. Once more she pulled to Strata's energy, no longer feeling the concentration that Vezpra had so carefully held, "Help me in, love.."
     
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    He was careful with his expressions, but she made it very pleasurable to keep taunting her. In his position, she had to listen, and she'd never been made to feel the sting of being inadequate before. She thought her lovely body and inviting behavior was enough to have any man, but Strata was adept in most dark seductions. He'd have her give herself to him willingly, while feeling a weight on her chest at the same time. She took insult to his measurement of her skills, but she wasn't so offended she couldn't obey. She was succumbing to a trick that wasn't even magic in nature. Strata's cock twitched in elation at the success, and at the show.

    She didn't protest more than with a lovely, defeated pitchy noise when he shoved her. It wasn't real violence, it was part of this togetherness. She looked perfectly disheveled with her clothes melting off, and her continued focus, nomatter how distressed, let him eat larger bites of her magic. He judged her body clearly, so she would know she was being inspected. Perhaps her innate confidence would wan at that. The spiraling angst at not being good enough was a perfect place for his theft to hide in. Witches craved it, to some degree. How many before her had mumbled thanks in the ecstasy of being tortured and told they were only holes for the flesh of the brothers?

    He followed fluently when she pulled at him, and sat there waiting, a disappointed and demeaning smirk on his face, as though he was growing tired of this. She was pleading for softer treatment now, as she climbed him, eager to settle on the rod that had slain many like her. She really didn't know what to do when men weren't completely obsessed with her. He allowed himself to laugh, but disguised it as more doubt of her sexual ability. His cock was hard for her though. He was able to draw rather freely now. "Isn't that what you're worth?" he asked. Then he nodded at his waiting cock. "If you can get me off without cumming yourself, maybe I'll be impressed."

    If she did straddle him in such a way - he wouldn't help, of course - she would find the task not difficult, but impossible. The stretching and contact of her pussy walls would be laden with enough sensation that he could start mining for energy at almost whatever pace he wanted, and give her that strange rapture at the same time. She might play at being powerful, but she needed to be subjugated too, she just didn't know it, even if her magic did. To make matters worse for her, he'd lock his hands around her throat, heightening the sensation and also assuring she knew her new place. His flames would be present then, but he didn't know she'd care in the intensity of fucking herself on the cock she'd craved, while harboring doubt and rotting confidence in her chest. He'd be drinking her power in. The more her forced her to climax, the more he could take.

    And then the mirror would start clearing for his own witch to come in. He had targeted the locking spell first, even if it had been the best fortified. If Vezpra really did sample a ride on him, he'd easily have enough to pull Kimirth in with them. He was good at his job, and didn't mind if his witch saw. He'd come here to a proud, sensual mirror queen, but when Kimrith entered, she would find that illusive creature not so queenly, her posture compromise while her throat belonged to his hand, not knowing her kingdom and her rule of it was stolen, all while she tried to please the cock of her invader.
     
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    She had grown disgust in the way he looked at her, judging the image that she had strained all of her life to keep. This was her world, the mirrors reflected perfection and thus named her their ruler. No man dared to scoff at her beauty and pride, not until he turned a page away from where she expected this story to go. Her eyes were enraged, emerald pools seething with unspoken spite as she climbed easy to perch over his cock. It was a position she had grown so acquainted to, even her hips rocked in a natural pace to the anticipated burn of lust between them.

    The challenge however changed her demeanor, swiftly melting her irritation away with a simple laugh. She had her fair share of amazing partners and knew how to hold back her orgasms. Just another trick for a whore, Vezpra smiled and leaned herself down. Large beasts pushing down on his chest, her lips kissed Strata's jaw before lowering further to whisper in his ear, "Is that all?" The confidence had begun to return, showing with the swift change of expression as she pulled back. The movement lowered her hips down to feel the kiss of his tip against her cunt.

    Vezpra gasped and her head tilted up, her energy swirling with fire as his cock was forced into her by her own weight. Immediately she would be one to express her pleasure without fault, eyes closed and mouth wide with temporary silent moans. But the one thrust wouldn't do, not for her, already her muscles were swelling with a desire that she had grown since spying him. Her ass rose and fell with the beginning of a rhythm, inviting his weapon to stab and stretch her walls. Before long she would be lost in the rapture, deaf to the theft of her magic while her body jerked and pussy swallowed him in pleasure. Had his hand not claimed her throat she would have tossed her head back, exposing the delicate throats of her neck.

    "Fuck..." The raven haired witch breathed, moaned and screamed. She was cumming before realizing her mistake, failing at the test while her insides clamped hungrily around him. Vezpra was completely lost then, mind swirling and voice singing out her ecstasy There would be no way for her to sense the nightmare witch as she stepped through the mirror, tainting her lovely reflections with shadows while the image of the library around them shuddered.

    She allowed Strata to see her while she stepped quietly towards them, Vezpra keeping her eyes closed as she drank up the feeling of his swollen limb. Kimrith didn't feel that jealousy that the other had shown, instead holding her well known smile that had grown to be a sign of interest and adoration for her partner. Parting from view for only a second, the form of the silver haired beauty erupted behind the witch while long fingers clawed down on her previous strands of raven, "Vezpra, I'm saddened you didn't wish to include me.." Her pale amethyst gaze drew to Strata, faking a sadness as her head lowered in a tilt, "Has she even spoken of me? I'd be hurt if she didn't.."
     
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    She descended on him with confidence. She knew this kid of game and he welcomed that. She thought she was being pretty in her playfulness, and that he was affected by her prowess with the intimate, but it was all a scene, of course. That was the arousal for him. He didn't often dabble with love making if there was an abundance of love, but he could endure it if it was for deceit. She was digging her own grave inside her pussy, and his cock was the tool. He let her kiss his jaw, it felt as tantalizing as any wet lips do, and he sighed as he could sample her magic though her drowning walls. It flowed freely into him as she started her knowing ride. He liked her mute mouth when she moved - it was one of his favorite expressions on a woman, whether from agony or pleasure.

    She did well, he had to admit. Part of this position was the show that she could put on, and he didn't hate what was transpiring over his hips, or the feeling of her adoring insides hugging him hard. He helped with his lifts, and didn't treat her gently. The ruse was dependent on believably, and Strata was never tender. How disappointed she would have been if he became a normal lover, now. He held her throat harder when he saw that she had no idea she was being drained, his sensitive cock funneling magic out of her quickly. Maybe she could think the sensation was because of their fucking. He grinned triumphantly, and sadistically unmoved, when she climaxed on him, and he wasn't even close. "Don't fucking stop." he warned. Eventually he'd taken enough that it didn't matter anymore, she wouldn't be able to use countermeasures against him. And it was then that his own witch came into this mirror land that he now owned.

    Vezpra would be able to feel his cock twitch in excitement when Kimrith neared, which might add to the insult. He stared at his partner when she mocked affection toward their victim. "She was absolutely horrible about you." he said, tattling. He still held her throat and slapped her, his palm electric with claiming the last of her magic, leaving her a woman with no powers in a realm that she'd designed. "I think we should punish her for being so rude." he suggested as the bookcases started to crumble for his command. Behind them, as the books settled in chaos on the floor, stood the silhouettes of him that she'd been able to avoid the first time. They were only spectators though, and a looming threat. He waved Kimirth over, so they could share a lewd kiss where she'd be made to drink his spit sloppily, while his cock was still inside the other, foolish witch.

    He would eventually let go, to see what the other woman would do. Had she realized that her powers had gone? He'd been careful not to take any of her human energies yet, so she might feel herself even if there would be a void where her ready craft should be. It would be quite entertaining to see if the witch on his cock would try at some kind of attack, or make her world obey her again, despite his show of control. Just like Lorelei, the fall was what he wanted. Vezpra hat been so full of herself, to think she could entice without it costing her everything. That's where Kimrith had never faltered. She'd never saved anything for herself, once she knew he'd give her mayhem. He backhanded Vezpra hard, much worse than before, a villain's power, and rolled his hips to stir her stomach.

    "How about you apologize to my friend here, Vezpra?" he prodded, both him and his witch staring at the impaled woman who'd already not been able to fight her own orgasm on top of him. She must feel rather distressed. His arm came up to rest reassuringly on Kimrith's cheek, as though he was really soothing her from possible insults. His head tilted to rest his temple against Kimrith cheek. "I think we might have to teach her the proper way for a witch to behave." he muttered excitedly.
     
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    The ride was rough and left a boil of delicious tremors in her core, bringing her climax faster than Vezpra had intended. Of course she failed her little mission on holding back, but all determination fled once his girth tore tore through her. Mouth kept open in a mix of moans and wordless pleas, the witch was far too distracted to feel the sensation of her magic leaving her. How could she, with her body rippling with the onslaught of anticipated pleasure.

    She stopped quickly once hearing the familiar voice, hit with dread and confusion while her eyes widened. How? How did she not sense her? How was she even there? The questions fumed in her mind, shattering her fun with Kimrith's appearance. Her gaze turned downward to Strata then, insulted when knowing well what his response meant. Vezpra could only offer a sneer before his hand met her cheek, reddening her beautiful pale skin to force an unwanted blush. Power fully devoured,, she could only stare in stunned silence while remaining unable to move her head. Only one hand lifted to grasp the one that held her throat, while a sharp chill etched through her once overwhelming confidence.

    "I wouldn't have expected any less.." The silver woman neared her partner, accepting his kiss like needed air. Her eyes flashed to the silent witch, greedily taking in the beginning of her torment while Strata's tongue coated the inside of her mouth. She adored his flavor, and moaned quietly when his hips ground upward against Vezpra's cunt. There was no jealousy, only a love for the visual aspect of what she could feel once he turned to her once more.

    "You.. fucking bitch!" Vezpra's rage rose easily, and her hand shot up as if to drag the air towards the other woman. Yet nothing happened, only a soft burst of air that weakly lifted the silver strands of her target. She was dumbfounded, fallen back into her haze as her attention drew to the powerless limb. "Wh--what?" She might have been the first to care the most about her stolen power, than the possibility of her life being in jeopardy. Vezpra shook her head and darted wild eyes about, catching the reflections that she no longer had control over. Darkness swirled where her image should have been, and the clones of the man between her legs pulled a heavy stone into her gut.

    "No.. No, you didn't.." Denial blooming, Vezpra looked down at Strata and shifted with intent to leave her perch. But his next strike sent her world spinning, toppling her form to the side while a gasp pried from her lips. Still, she struggled to slip away, even as his cock twitched and demanded more of her.

    Kimrith sighed, a false sign of disappointment as the whore denied her chances to apologize. Of course she wouldn't, Vezpra never took blame for anything in her life. "Please, my darling.." She smirked, stare never leaving the weakened woman, "Take your time with this one, can't you imagine the mirrors shattering to her screams?"
     
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    It had almost brought him more pleasure than her unsuspecting, taut pussy when she heard Kimrith's voice. It was the start of her descent into misery, but she wasn't there yet, at all. He took in those green eyes when they blared agape. Her anger returned, and he welcomed it with that slap. His fingers flexed on her throat when she secured his wrist with her own. She wasn't so sure of herself anymore, and it made the mighty cock inside her twitch with excitement. Strata was finally getting to the part of this game that he enjoyed. He was sure Vezpra didn't feel the same way.

    He was happy to deliver his taste into Kimirth's mouth, and she responded as she ought. She was an exstention of his intentions, and an appendage for his pleasure, willingly. The interaction between the two women was full of tension, and he sat very well to see it all. Some history there. He didn't mind that. It would only add to Vezpra's offense. When she moved to avenge herself with the magic that had always been there for her, there was nothing but the wind of her motion. Strata's sadistic eyes were completely attached to her then, so he could see what expressions she made when she was taught her new situation. He licked his lower lip, like something eager to devour her, when she stared at her useless hand. Pretty thing, searching the world for signs that she wasn't feeble, and discovering nothing in her favor. Strata's shadows stared back at her to confirm her dread.

    It was a joy to disrupt her thoughts with the backhand, but he didn't let her leave, since his cock still kept her in place. Strata frowned at Vezpra's silence, but Kimirth didn't seem deterred by the other witch's lack of grace and humility. She instead suggested he treat this as a gourmet meal rather than a quick snack. He suppose Vezpra had prepared all this for him, her entire world, so he should at least be a good guest and sample every nuance of her misery before he was done with her. "I did, Vezpra." he assured her, and then nodded at Kimrith. "Let's see what fun we can have then." he agreed.

    Strata looked her over and then gestured for the shadows to come. One of them curled up on its knees, forehead to the floor, to offer a seat for Kimrith on its back, while two other dark figures with Strata's body grabbed one of Vezpra's arms each. It was almost the same motion of moving a jump rope between them, as they had her bounce up and down on Strata. They jerked her up but this hold, reminding of a crucifixion, and then pulled down hard to impale her on the fat dick. Strata could take the stress of it, and held out, keeping his own release at bay while Vezpra was made to suffer ontop of him.

    "I don't particularly like it when people are rude to my friends." he said and then had the shadows pull her off him, pussy gaping surely after the rough treatment. The two held a wrist and ankle each, and bent her over backward, to plant her palms and her feet on the floor, having her arch like a bridge, stomach up and legs parted. Strata stood and licked the hand that had slapped her, circling his victim. He came to stand beside Kimrith, where Vezpra's upside down head was pointing. A simple twitch of his finger lifted the spilled books from the broken shelves to start flying around her. The pages were bared, and flocked to her like a flight of birds. The sharp edges of the paper cut her everywhere, making red threads in patterns - her ribs, her tits, splitting her nipples, running over her neck, and even targeting one eye.

    His cock stayed completely solid as he took on the scene of the woman tortured in her own realm. "Aren't you going to sing for us, Vezpra? We want to hear your voice."
     
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    Vezpra was lost in a mind of her own after the hit to her face, unaware of the pretty bruise that had begun to paint along her cheekbone. She could feel the weakness of her body, the empty void where her magic should have been. It was all she was, that burst of never ending energy was her very reason for being. Greedy witches couldn't live without, they built their lives on every grain of their magic. Because of this she was far more exhausted than the others, perhaps having rarely slept and allowed her energy to keep her body going. But now her physical form was struggling without an extra shove, presenting her as a limp doll for his entertainment.

    "Strata.. Strata.." Shock evident while his name fell upon her lips in a chat, Vezpra turned her attention back to the man who held her in place. The curtain of her raven hair moved like silk when she turned her head, but it was the only movement she made in her drained state. "Strata, please, I only wished to be by your side... as she is.." Her voice was sickly sweet, unaware of the black forms of his image lurking towards her.

    Kimrith was accepting of her partner's offer for a seat, she knew where he wanted her and refused to chose any differently. Her hands were kind to the shadowy form, running along the back as she carefully sat herself on the center of the its spine. The movement of the others pulled her attention, and she grinned within the haze of Vezpra's desperation, "He only allowed my place through trust, not by pleas..." She gave a tilt of her head, looking over the trembling woman as if in disgust, "I've also died by his hand willingly, would you do the same?"

    Jade eyes widened to the statement, having not known. Vezpra wanted her safety, not to be abused and mistreated as well. But the silver haired witch was also known for her appreciation for torture, it was what kept her aware of her existence. A small yelp sounded instead of words as she was suddenly pulled to straighten on top of Strata, was cock remained thick inside of her. Even in her fear she remained wet, muscles gripping him as her natural instincts begged for more. Her hips rocked as she looked up helplessly at his silhouettes, and offered a sharp whimper once they began to bounce her.

    The force of their shoves sent him to stab further into her, pulling moans from Vezpra's lips while her body quaked. Her body was a spectacle as she was impaled without mercy, her heavy breasts bounced and face scrunched within the throes of pleasure and agony. She always adored a good ride, the thicker the cock the better, but with the searing pain and exhaustion there was little enjoyment. Her lungs were finally given a chance to inhale after her wails of being fucked, sucking in quick breaths as her hips were pulled up and off of him. Only a small part of herself clung to what he had said, all while her mind fell dizzy to the treatment.

    Remaining seated as she watched, Kimrith found herself leaning forward in interest once the witch was forced to bend backwards. Her groans of discomfort and quiet whimpers were nothing compared to what she wanted to hear, but for the meantime she trusted Strata would soon rip murder from her throat. She welcomed him beside her with a feel up his inner thigh, pulling closer while reaching to feel Vezpra's slick juices on his cock. Her eyes admired his fleshy weapon, but soon pulled away as the sound of paper tearing through the air snapped her eyes forward.

    The position didn't help Vezpra's dizziness, and her mouth kept open as she struggled to breath. She felt humiliated and sore, every limb and muscles shaking to the strain. Her gaze could only lock on the two, her envy for their perfection beginning to twist into fear. "Stop.." Voice so very quiet, she doubt it could be heard. Her throat was dry and raspy, but even a cough would be a struggle at that point. All she could do was watch as the paper rose, slashing through the air and meeting the delicate layer of her skin. Every cut shook her body harder, joints cracking and jaw gaping open with a new stream of cries. But once the iris of her eye was met with the razor edge of the page, a whole different world of screams rocketed from her chest.

    She struggled hard then, wailing a song of her own while her eye squeezed shut. Blood had begun to leak from the wound, and her head trembled and swung back and forth. The burning pain of slice nipples and flesh was nothing compared to the destruction of her eye, which began to force bile from her gut to burn her raw throat. Vezpra coughed and choked, screamed and barked out hoarse shrieks as her tears of anguish only brought her more torment. Her mind swirled and darkened, ready to pass out from the trauma.
     
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    His head had tilted to the side when she said his name. She might have felt his cock twitch with approval inside her then. Ego, first and foremost. But she didn't know she'd found something true in him, and didn't capitalize off it. Her promise to stay by him was a sickening romantic construction that he didn't care for. How many women just like her had hoped that his overtaking of their freedom would paint them so beautiful in his eyes that he'd fall head over heels? The value of their agony was connected to the muscles of his pelvis, not the one that pumped his blood.

    He allowed his witch to retort, and she was completely right. While being his chosen harbinger, the betrayer of her own sisterhood, she knew where her value came from. It affected him with a bit of sentimentality when she proudly claimed the things she'd done for him. If he felt like it, even if it was a throwaway, sudden desire, Kimrith would not regret if he decided to do all the things to her, as well. Kimrith was the only version of a witch that a persecutor could accept, which was why she was allowed to live close to him, and he trusted her advise.

    The boasting put more desperation to the woman - she had never been made of the same stuff as his witch. He looked at her with dark eyes as she was moved ontop of him, and let her feel judged when she showed pleasure for her dire situation, too. He wanted to sear her soul with shame as well, even if that would be the lesser of the agonies he had for her. Little Vezpra who thought her power could help seduce him, when all it did was make her a harder target. She'd become a victim of her own wanting heart, possessed by his charm rather than the reach of the talisman. He sighed with some annoyance when she was lifted from him. He wouldn't have mind seeding her then.

    Standing by his sitting witch, he petted her pretty hair, and let her familiar hand handle the cock that had been the source of Vezpra's cries and moans. It made him proud to see her so engaged in what happened next. He laughed loudly when their prisoner tried to halt the attack on her with one word. The cock in Kimirth's hand stiffened further when the white blades with text that was turned the wrong way visited and opened her skin. Her sounds were lovely in the realm that she'd conjured. He gargled and there was a helping of precum shooting out when the noises to commemorate her eye's destruction shook the three of them.

    He frowned when he saw the loss of focus in her expression. The laxness in her jaw gave indication of an escape he wasn't going to allow. He wanted to see her wretch, and definitely not find that she'd turned to darkness before he sent her there. "Where are you going, Vezpra?" he asked as he strode forward. The shadow men left her head hanging there, but lifted her legs and spread them. Strata turned elegantly around them, to find himself there, between the spires. The men lifted her hair finally, so she could look up on her destroyer when he placed his cock at the entrance he'd not tried yet, her pucker.

    He thought it should wake her up, when he stabbed forward, the blood from the still active pages and confessing juices already on the rod helping him, but it could not happen without tearing her smallest way. He grinned down at the many times cut skin as he drove into the hole he was expanding to fit him. Either this would be enough to take away her consciousness, or it would be too much to faint from. He would it enjoy it anyway. He looked at her face with one good eye, held there for his viewing pleasure by two hands in her hair, while the men that held her where she was started breaking her fingers and toes methodically.

    "Do you really think this is the worst that can come to you?" he asked as he continued to slam himself into her, his hips to her ass and thighs jiggling her flesh. There were loud crunches for her succumbing bones, bent the wrong way. One hand reached to pinch a nipple back together, squeezing and rolling it. Forked little buds like that were charming, he thought, and a bit of a signature of his. Scrolls of paper flew to continue her torture, and pushed the sharp, round edges to her ribs, spinning like drills. "You tried to hide from me, and made me go through the trouble of finding you. The others were just in my way. I think you'll find you're not allowed to die in this world you created. When I'm done with you these shadows will continue the work. You'll either break or you'll find this your private dark heaven." he said as he went on with finding pleasure in her ass.

    The shadow that had become Kimrith's chair crawled with her to the side of the fucked woman, just as the papers started relenting their malicious flight, at least enough to let Kimrith near without being cut. "Straddle her." he ordered his witch, and nodded in such a way Kimrith would know to face the woman when she did, which would inevitably have her sit on her stomach. From behind, while fucking Vezpra raw, he'd locks his hands around Kimrith's throat, and bent her down toward Vezpra's face. "Take her neck too." he told his witch and was sure she'd oblige him. He started squeezing. "Look at her, Vezpra. Do you see how she obeys me, and revels in what I give her?" he asked as he hugged the silver haired one's airpipe tighter. "That is the difference between you two."
     
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    Vezpra struggled for breath, her chest rising and shuddering while her mind clouded with darkness. She hadn't even heard his voice, those words that had become heated by her anguish. Yet she only cried and screamed in response, even though her voice had begun to grow tired. The image she painted was far from the sultry and collected witch that had aimed to win Strata over, just like the other women she had become just another canvas for his malice. All she could do was whimper once her legs were lifted, unable to collapse as the shows gripped her.

    She had nearly begun to form a word, perhaps another plea of desperation from cracked lips. But his thrusts succeed in forcing a new melody from her, a tundra of shrieks to the fierce stabs of his cock. The new torment forced her wounded eye to open wide, displaying the ugly pink hue that invaded what once had been white. The laceration had split through her iris, enough to bleed the color and turn the beautiful green into a murky mint. Blood swirled across the eye, mixing with tears as she howled and whipped her head back and forth. Hair ripped from her scalp while the black reflections held on, but it was the least of her worries.

    The ripping pain of her ass kept her from feeling the pressure on her hands and feet, not until the cracks of bones seared white pain through her being. Vezpra didn't know that she could scream so loud, gurgling up blood from damage on her vocal chords. She thrashed and quaked, bucked and kicked, every ounce of torture rippling through her as if Hell had claimed her body.

    Excitement had flooded through Kimrith as she grinned, marveling at the harsh treatment of the pretty witch. Vivian's demise had been her favorite, but this was an exquisite treat. She kept herself on the shadow as he moved, carrying her to the man who she dedicated herself to following. Her hands were greedy, fingers lapping up the blood that seeped from Vezpra's mutilation once the pages stopped their attacks. There was no hesitation to her order, it was easier to trust someone when being so willing to welcome the worse.

    Knowing well that the long skirt of her dress would become an obstruction in her movements, Kimrith allowed the sheer fabric to melt away. Black ink poured from her body, leaving the ivory skin bare and prickling with anticipation. It would have been rude of her to remain clothed while Vezpra was nude, and she didn't mind the contact between her thighs as she swung a leg over the trembling woman and lowered herself onto her crimson colored stomach. She let out a soft moan when feeling the body beneath her shudder to Strata's pounding, her hands lifting to pull her hair away as his strong hands encircled her throat.

    Kimrith bit her lip when he tightened his grip, unable to resist grinding herself against Vezpra's abdomen as she gladly gripped her throat. Her thumbs pressed into the delicate dip in the center, giving the same pressure that her partner gave her. The silver haired witch opened her mouth, crackling a gasp as she once again felt the light headed feeling. She craved it, the pressure in her head and burning in her chest. Pale amethyst eyes watched Vezpra as she continued her bloodied wails, which had begun to choke at the demand of her hands.

    It seemed the bitch wasn't listening to him however, disrespecting his order to understand what separated herself from the woman above her. Anger fluttered and forced her fingers up, anchoring her long nails into a cheek before raking them down harshly, "Listen..." Kimrith's voice wheezed, darker with the lust of torment rushing through her. She felt satisfaction as Vezpra gave a second to whimper and look at Strata, her body continue to convulse without end.
     
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    Her song was good. She'd not felt the hardships of her village, she'd hid out here, away from the world, where she was queen and no one could do something to discomfort her. She'd viewed his escapades with glee, and fallen in love with the pretend, fancying herself a queen that could harness the whirlwind that he was. Strata thought it was glorious to teach her a lesson. She might have been formidable, if she'd known how to use her powers, since not even he could have reached her if she hadn't been seduced to let him in herself. Her hiding place had made her naive, and now she was paying, a guest in her own house.

    She had meant to protest more, he was sure, somehow settling into the pain, but a firm, swollen intruder in her last tunnel reintroduced her to her fate. Her eye was gorgeous, the way it had been cut, and she didn't close it for blinking, since its distress was far beyond being dry. He laughed darkly when she was pulled from the lull that would have her fainting. She wouldn't be allowed that. He was sure she knew when she was exposed to the delight of having her phalangeal bones broken. Every snap became a new octave. She was their music box, and she was glorious at it. Out of all them, he thought Vezpra screamed the best.

    He gasped when his witch bared herself again, ever eager for his games, and smiled to himself when she mounted their prisoner. How daunting to see the pale skin of his witch's ass sit on the blood streaked stomach. He liked the shape of both women, and together they cut a beautiful image. He licked his lips and it inspired him to thrust harder, as though his cock might reach Kimrith through the other woman's body. He groaned with satisfaction when Kimrith did his bidding, and willingly lifted her hair for his grip. Her throat was familiar to him, and he knew the places where its elasticity felt the best to squeeze.

    Mirroring him, she took hold of Vezpra, and he looked over her shoulder to see the victim locked down. It was at the cost of the wonderful screams, but the gargled sounds were also daunting. He huffed with approval, and fed the ass more punishment. He assumed the crevice should be getting used to it by now. She was a born witch, after all, her body should be kicking into gear soon, with all the agony he was treating it to. He grinned when Kimrith sought to teach the hiding witch a lesson, and the nails drew deep rivers on the recently perfect face, that could pour into the flow that already came from Vezpra's mouth, self inflicted, from her howling.

    "Oh, you've made her mad." he taunted as he found a brutal but even pace in the filthy hole he'd chosen for his cock. "You should hurry and do as I say, then." he suggested. It was hard of course, but if she had a semblance of sense left, she might find that she wanted to trade it for insanity, namely the kind that let her take all this as pleasure. Perhaps they could break her together, and form her to be this kind of ragged slave. Really, he was offering her a life that could be enjoyed, even if it would take place in the shell of her former self. He kissed Kimirth's shoulder while his eyes were still on Vezpra.

    "You want me to love you like I love her?" he asked as his teeth sunk into Kimrith's shoulder, deep, making lines of red down her arm and chest. When he unsheathed his white weapons from her, his lips were drowning in his witch's life. His hips pulled back far, far enough to pop the head of his cock out of the gaping hole it had made of her. He hooked his hands under Kimirth's knees and kept her spread like this as he lifted her off Vezpra. The blood and traces of Vezpra helped lube the way as he lowered Kirmith onto his cock, fitting himself into her much more willing sphincter. He kissed the shoulder he'd bitten when the paper blades flew back to start sawing away at places on Vezpra that had the loudest nerves. "Then you should be more like her. Take to this life. Be grateful for me and the agony I can give you." Vezpra did have a betrayer in her, already.

    He breathed into his witch's ear as he bounced her on him, while they both looked down at the ever bleeding former queen of this land, her power drunken up and now used by Strata through the Talisman. "Show her how a real witch takes her ass-fucking." he said gingerly into Kimrith's ear before bouncing her harder, stabbing at her stomach through her backdoor. The shadows held Vezpra's head in place, so her gory eye and her good one had to see the scene while she herself was being cut up.
     
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    With one good eye locked on the pair who overwhelmed her, Vezpra's torn voice cried out crackles and destroyed whimpers. Her eye was in anguish and body rocked with the desire to give out, but none of them would allow her to crumble helplessly to the floor. Instead she took his fucking while the slender hands his chosen witch encircled her neck, forcing out gags and pained gasps while the lovely face above her swelled with a new sense of pleasure.

    Her envy had long vanished when Strata pulled the silver haired woman to him, his teeth piercing flesh and commanding Kimrith to sign of own kind of song. It was deep with her own desires, accepting his punishment as he tugged the reins of her masochist heart. She hadn't paid attention to how well the darker witch bent with him, spilling her own life and posing her body however he wished. Vezpra gargled out another sound, something mixed between a groan and a retch, before her body jerked sharply to the sudden removal of his cock.

    Kimrith petted at the stream of blood which had ran from her shoulder, smiling to the raw pain of Strata's teeth as her hands gave Vezpra one last squeeze. The bloodied woman spat up her own crimson during the strangle, earning a smile from her as she finally released her hands. While Strata hound a hold under her knees she moved her arms up, hooking her hands behind his neck while the other pawed at his shoulder. She was so willing to what he would do next, allowing her lithe form to lift with his command while she held her back close against his chest.

    A heavy moan rippled through the pale woman, muscles tight yet welcoming as they stretched to his cock. Her reaction was far more grateful than Vezpra's rude shrieks, but of course her face hadn't been destroyed as well. It didn't matter however, Kimrith knew what pain she could handle and would be willing to show it all to her destructive partner. While Vezpra's broken screams muddied the air, she looked down with building glee as the paper continued its assault. She wanted to see every inch of flesh covered in red, mutilating the once gorgeous woman who thought she could have it all.

    "Yes.." Kimrith inhaled sharply, lapping up his command while her body tensed and rippled to the abuse of his thrusts. Pain was present but she took it with stride, enjoying the lashes that invaded her nerves and ripped adoring cries from her mouth. She looked down to the fallen witch, forced to watch the couple in the exact way she had hoped for. A surge of excitement flooded her, knowing they were not yet done with their current captive. Strata was making it so clear what lengths she would go in her agony for him, but what had she done to proven it?

    Her heart thundered to the sight of blood, building a strong need to feel his malicious ways. As her head rolled back to spill silver over his shoulder, Kimrith moaned and shuddered to the force of his fucking until a chance was given for her to speak, "Make me bleed, my love..." As the request left her lips she stared down at the sliced up witch, nearly groaning out a laugh to the wide eye that had locked on the two. She had seemed to stop her horrid screams during the tortured, and had finally reached a point where her body allowed her to do nothing but stare and convulse.
     
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    Kimrith reacted like she'd been parched for his cruel attentions. Her flesh felt good to his grip, like not only had her kin been made for hunting, but she specifically had been waiting for him to pluck her from the darkness her sisters had put her in. It was right too, that Vezpra's body moved when he unsheathed. She was a gorgeous find, quite the price, like some illusive critter able to dodge his arrows, finally cornered and ready to give up her hide for the next strike. His cock felt free without her oppressive, virgin asshole, but it was mourning too, not to be hugged by her filth.

    Kimrith was allowed to play best she wanted with the dream-citizen. She made a visual for him, when Vezpra couldn't even handle the bile and the blood in her throat and mouth. It looked a lot like she'd had too much to drink. She still fulfilled her duties to him, and shifted in all the ways he needed her to to fit against him. And for him to fit against her. Her asshole was much more polite, the length of the stretching tunnel eager to have him. Kimirth had tamed herself to his liking, and continued to thrive on everything that he did to her. The only punishment she required was the one of his whims, she never needed to be corrected.

    They shared a moment, watching the books deliver pages to split the skin of their caught plaything. His witch hung herself on him, while she allowed him the best angle for the crevice he'd chosen. It was wonderful to feel her asscheeks connect to his hips on every thrust. It seemed the violence to herself and her view was driving his witch mad with malice. It was a good look on her. He'd always be able to provide it. There was such disdain in the woman for her kin, and he recognized it because it was in him too - though he'd been raised with it. Kimrith was a natural.

    To their one woman audience, Kimrith made a request. It would seem Vezpra had reached a new level of her suffering, or perhaps it was fatigue. At least she was transfixed on them. Strata meant to oblige. Watching macabre things could add to the girl's insanity. He nuzzled the side of Kimisth's face now that her head rested against his shoulder. "If that is what you want." he teased as he thrusted up to her harder, burring his cock deep in her now trained ass. His hand caressed her stomach and side, where he had his grip on her, and true to her wish, rows of thread-thin red started meandering down.

    It was the design of the talisman, having granted his palms with sharp pebbles. The cuts couldn't be deep, but they were ever present, opening Kimirth's skin easily. He stared at Vezpra as he fucked his witch and bled her at the same time. He had judgement in his eyes, telling her this is what she should have been to be by his side. One of the hands traveled up Kimrith's torso to squeeze a breast, leaving marks on it before climbing higher, gracing her collarbone and adorning it with her own blood before a finger, suddenly clad in the hard, black armor, touched her lips.

    It would be a gentle push to get in here, nicking her on the way, and petting her tongue and the inside of her cheeks. Slowly he'd pull out, and he expected his witch to make a show for him, and sing beautiful things with her throat. None of it was irrevocable, but he wasn't sure he'd lend her the healing treasured he'd sealed inside the talisman. A good witch was one with marks on her, and Kimirth wished to be the best for him. All the while, the shadows became greedier for Vezpra, they were made from Strata, after all, and started touching her wounds, pulling at them with their nail-less finger, and examining her crevices curiously, longingly.
     
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    Kimrith's moans rose with appreciation as he heard her request, cutting thin lines along her body with those black stones she had grown to adore. Her voice interrupted with the force of his thrusts, driving her body up and down harshly as if she weighed nothing at all. She was in ecstasy as the warmth of her own blood spilled, tracing jagged designs forced by the rhythm of his thrusts. Still she hung to him, daring not to move her hands while his own traced bleeding love up to her breast.

    The witch looked down to watch him grope her, slicing the delicate flesh and scraping her nipple. He didn't need to put in much effort, as every bounce forced his hand harder against her skin. She wished to be marked this way by him, to display what it was like to side by the taker of her sisters. Each moan rippled and pulled from her wide lips, heavy with the lust that the sharp pain that stung with each drop of crimson. While his hand raised her eyes lowered, watching the torn witch as she gurgled and stared up at them. Vezpra had spent her life greedy for everything she wanted, and now it had all crashed down on her. Kimrith smiled and cried out, the satisfaction of it all adding to the pressure that built within her core. Every slam of his cock, every scratch and wound, she accepted his sharpened finger tenderly with a lick of her tongue to taste her own life.

    Vezpra gagged at the blood in her throat, mixed with bile and anything else that had risen from her stomach. Her energy had wasted after the loss of power, and there she laid bleeding out while the two made a show for her. She wanted to look away, to close her eyes and wait for darkness. But the darkness found her in a new way, in the form of shadows that had begun to surround her. Quietly, a whimper sputtered from her lips as they touched her. Limbs twitched and her stomach boiled with fear, before a pained groan tore through her at the prodding of her gashes.

    She tried to move, pushing herself for any strength she had left. But it had all gone, destroyed by Strata's punishment and leaving her helpless. Shaking her head slowly she looked back up at the pair, watching with one good eye as Kimrith's body convulsed beautifully against the man who claimed her. Her recent screams couldn't compare to the sheer thrill of the dark witch's cries, hitching with pleasure as his weapon drilled stronger into her ass.

    Within moments the pale woman was sounding her release with a song like scream, followed by heavy breaths as her body shook arms tensed around Strata's shoulders. Kimrith wouldn't have cared if he dropped her once he had his fill, he already knew that she would take the fall as another loving treatment. With no words her orgasm brought out the best in her, pale eyes vibrant in energy while she grinned back down at the witch that had become their recent doll.
     
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    There was nothing that fought him in Kimrith, even as he was drawing lines that spilled her red. Her moans vibrated his hand when he fed her the fingers, and she drooled her life prettily on its way out. Strata kissed her hair and then raked his teeth along her scalp, eyes above bearing into Vezpra, who seemed to be confused about all of this, and all the pain she could possibly feel. He didn't care to explain it to her, a divided mind couldn't gather itself to fight off the pain anyway, and that had always been the point of a witch, hadn't it, her propensity for pain.

    He swallowed darkly when Kimrith's body wrung tightly around him and her voice broke through their air. he dropped his head back and savored the sensation of having unleashed her rapture. "Such a good little woman." he whispered in her ear before he did drop her down, cock swinging free just as she met the floor of the imagined library. As Vezpra was suspended between the hungrier shadows, Strata looked her over, the body he'd already had, casually stroking the base of his giant flesh weapon and letting the seed Kimrith had earned spill over his witch's head, to mingle with her already pale strands, and down her forehead. There was no doubt her was proud over his partner.

    "Isn't this what you wanted to be?" asked as shades solidified further around her, their fingers growing longer to examine her ruined holes, and groping her cut up body. One was trying to see if his smallest digit might fit into the already split nipple. They clung closer to her, and took freedoms reserved for Strata, examining her holes further, pulling at the edges of her ass to prod it with fingers, one, two, petting the damage he'd done inside. He flipped Kimrith on her back with a shove of his foot and placed his shoe on her stomach, so she could look up at Vezpra, upside down. He proceeded to push down on his witch's abdomen, the pain probably a gift to her. His witch reveled in what he gave her.

    He put more pressure on Kimrith to listen to her moans. Vezpra had only dabbled in being his and she was already dying. Kimrith was another animal. She was receptive. He tiled his head as the shadow limbs started to swell inside Vezpra. Hooked fingers in her mouth grew and lengthened, crawling down her throat to start filling her up. Threads of black moved over her skin and found places in her nose, filling up her sinuses and rolling between her eyeball and the socket. One ear was invaded, the drum broken to give access to the rest of her skull. She was left vision in one eye and hearing in one shell.

    "I hope you enjoy your world, witch, because it has become you living tomb." There would be some power left in the shadows to keep her alive, and it would be delivered into her if the shadows were pleased with the friction. At once everything she'd been invaded with started moving, thrusting and ravaging, filling her up and wrecking inside her. She'd not be allowed to die from any of it, but he didn't mind if she broke. With the assault coming from all ways, she was kept somewhat still for his audience. He took his possessive, heavy foot off his witch and then stepped back to look at the tortured statue he'd made of the other witch. "What do you say, Kimrith. Should we leave her to become a good vintage of insanity?"
     

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