Yuri's demon surprises Jade
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Originally Posted by Ruby
From the wall, Jade twisted and squirmed. She could show Yuri plenty of positions he'd enjoy. He hadn't even glanced at her, just left her hanging. Just when she would have screamed in frustration, he turned to her and pointed to BabySub.
"It's hard to share, little tigress. That is the lesson you are here to learn. Now behave yourself."
Jade jaws were tight and her fists clenched. She had shut herself off to Yuri. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing what this was doing to her.
Jade quickly built a shield to protect BabySub while she still had a human mind. She could feel the alpha females screaming inside her. They where clawing at her guts but she hid the pain. BabySub’s female scent was becoming stronger and the pain increased.
How could Yuri be so stupid and do this to her. It was bad enough that he had to shown her she was lacking as a female. That in itself hurt enough but to challenge her beasts. He should have told her especially after calling to her animal self like he did. She could have strengthened her barriers.
Jade struggled with the angry females inside her. Calling for Yuri’s help would only bring bloodshed and at this moment watching him bleed would probably make her happy. Stupid, stupid man. This lesson might cost them both dearly.
Jade ignored Yuri and BabySub as she built her barrier. She groaned, why did the mental images always feel like the real thing. Damn cats where trying to gut her. She could feel the sweat running down her back and at that moment she hated Yuri.
She needed help but the room was shielded. Jade could feel her barrier waver and she had no more strength to fortify it.
”Take mine”, the demon whispered in her mind.
Jade felt his warmth filled her and the pain left her. He sounded like an angel in her mind. Jade used his power to make the barrier solid. His power brushed and caressed her body. He was all over her touching and teasing.
”Stop”, she hissed at him in her mind. The growl he gave her vibrated through her body. She could feel her nipples tighten and swell.
“I must return to Yuri. The fun is about to start. You must learn to accept them as you must learn to accept yourself little one”, he said as the forced the image into her mind.
Jade was a jaguar and a giant male had her pinned. She growled and struggled but his weight held her in place. The more she struggled the louder his warning growls got and the deeper his teeth sank into her shoulder. She made soft purring sounds to sooth him and the pressure of his teeth relaxed. She could feel as his forced her body into position. He had claimed her and it was his right to mate. Jade could feel him mount her.
”Bastard, mind fuck someone else”, she hissed as she forced him out of her mind.
”You must let them mate little one. Then you will be able to control them. We will help you”, he said as he stroked the wetness between her legs. “It will be our pleasure.”
”Mate that asshole”, she said as she expanded her shield and felt him withdraw.
”You know you love us so why fight it”, he said as he left her. She could still hear the laughter in his voice.
Men can be such jerks she thought as she tried to gather herself.
To be continued by Jade….
I'm Off To See The Wizard, and such
On leaving Jade's room, I made for the closest chair I could find, as I had a task to complete at once.
{Ruby, I sensed your distress with me. My apologies, dear, I had to open my shields all the way so Jade would discern and receive my lesson for her. I guess I still have some 'shield' lessons to work on.}
Finishing that, I arose and moved towards the main room of our cozy Dungeon, attempting to find my partner. Unsurprisingly, he was in his throne, with one of our delightful ladies reducing some of his stress for him, and another rubbing his shoulder muscles.
Sitting down in the next chair and observing the efforts of his current oral sex provider, I was glad he was at home. His "American Sexpress" card had expired, and the new one had not yet arrived. Once she had finished with him and cleaned up, she moved over to me and got busy. Just what I needed....
"Mobius, there's going to be a birthday party here about 20:00 hours Friday night. It's Mastermike's birthday, and Aachika asked me to help with the odds and ends. We'll be posting it as an 'all slave decorating party' that afternoon, so the room can be appropriately festive. It's also Dee's Birth Anniversary, and I wondered if you had any ideas about a gift for her?"
"That's a good question, Chuck. She works pretty hard here, and doesn't seem to take any time off. We can't give her a vacation, since we need her here. Let me think about it for a while and I'll let you know."
"Great. And I wanted to... ah... ah... ahhhhhhhhh. Thanks, dear one. Good job. Anyway, Mobius, I wanted to ask about the Wizard. Does he have the "3 Questions" thing for men as well? Or only for women?"
"You have business with him? He just does the question thing with the women, but watch him, he is tricky."
"Thanks, I will. See you later!" I moved off in the general direction of the wizard's room, and there was Mary.
"Hi, Mary. How's the pony business?"
"Oh, Sir!" And she started crying. Hard. High-maintainance pony! We went and sat down.
"Now what's the problem?" She explained about her joy with her new stall and how it was clean and new and private and how she slept so well there and.
I stopped her. "You're upset because I wanted you to sleep in a BED instead of in a pile of straw. You feel safer by yourself alone. And you don't like anyone to sleep with. Am I understanding this correctly?"
Looking up into my eyes, she agreed that all I had stated was correct. I looked up for a minute, and asked for help understanding people.
"OK, Mary. Forget my instructions but NOT Dee's. Just make sure the doors are tightly closed and locked at night, leave a standing light on, and don't mess with the cats. They keep the vermin population near zero out there."
"Oh, thank you Lord Chuck!" throwing her arms around me and kissing me; a rather pleasant experience. "I would never bother the cats, sir. They kept me safe in my last stall, and here they keep the whole area clean. They like to cuddle and sleep with me sometimes."
"Great, Mary. I'm pleased you're so happy. See you later!" motivating towards my next appointment. Some days you can't win.
On finally reaching the wizard's room, I opened the door and walked in. Suddenly I felt the oddest sensation; looking down, my dick was down my leg and dragging on the floor. "Good joke, Wiz. Would you mind undoing it, please? I've got some business to discuss." Again, a feeling overtook me, the vision of several of our ladies, all asking me to join them in bed in their most appealing way. This huge practical joke of a thingy, naturally, got hard. A whole stack of National Geographics from the 1960's got knocked over next to his waiting area, and several empty bottles fell to the floor.
I took a long, slow breath, counted to ten in English, Latin, Italian, Polish, and Attic Greek. This guy must be the panic of the local wizard's club. Next I expected a whoopie cushion. "WIZ, ~please~ cut this out. We have business to discuss regarding a raise in your stipend."
There was a slight "thud" sound, and my dick had returned to normal. Or had it? Still didn't feel right, somehow. I looked at it and thought of Dee in a compromising position, and sure enough, the thing hardened to a magnificent 1 1/2 inches in length.
Hearing a sound, I swung around to find the wizard laughing his soon-to-be-history-if-I-had-anything-to-do-with-it-testicles off.
"All right, all right, I'll fix it," he said, seeing the look in my eye. "You just have no sense of humor any more. What might I do to assist the mighty Lord Sir Chuck?"
"I think I may like you better disrespectful, Wiz. Anyway, I need a wall-hugger recliner in glove-soft tan leather with heat and massage in the main dining area, on a table, wrapped in birthday paper, Friday at 7 PM. Oh, double wide, please."
"Hmpf. Was beginning to wonder if you thought this was a 'Lazy-Boy' store. OK. Does it have to be cowhide, or could it be Kangaroo or horse?"
"Better make it cowhide. Most people like the leather smell. And there's plenty of wood to conjure with in the workshop below my quarters. Lots of maple and cherry, even a little mahogany."
"All right. I wrote down the order. What else?"
"I need you to expand the wards which protect the Dungeon to also include the stable. We have a resident out there, and she needs protection."
"You brought her along tonight?"
"No. She's not ready for your 'Three Questions' yet. She is very unused to the real world." (I'm standing here in a dungeon, talking to a Wizard about the 'real' world. Yikes.)
"Is that it, or is there more?"
"Just stopped to purchase a spell for two from you. Your 'youth spell'."
"Are you due already? And who's the other?"
"Friday is Dee's birthday, and I wanted it to be a surprise for her. Can you wind us both back to 39, please?"
"All right. Done and to be cast Friday at 7 PM. And the wards have been expanded. Now, what's in it for me?"
"What's the one thing you've wanted that we turned down on your last 6 expense requests?"
"A CYCLOTRON?"
"No, you're not getting a cyclotron. Gads, you dream big. The other thing."
"You're getting me a PONY? Oh, boy, Oh, boy, I'm getting a pony."
"In a sense. We now have a pony-girl as a resident. Her name is Mary. She has a lovely sulky to pull people around in, and she will be available for you every day at 13:30 hours, for an hour. You have the run of the outdoors for this, but you may NOT perform any spells on her not requested by Mobius, Dee, or me. No hurting her, either. Get together with her to set up a schedule."
"Thank you, Sir Chuck. This is a wonderful gift! How else may I thank you? Do you need someone turned into a chicken? I've got a new spell for that. How about your yacht? May I make it bigger for you?"
"And have it fall apart the first time I tried to hang a picture with an iron nail? No thanks. Really, no other gift is needed. Just use her carefully. And thanks for the other two items."
"You are welcome, Sir Chuck. You wouldn't need someone turned into a Newt, would you? They'd get better, honest!" I closed the door and walked back in the general direction of sanity. I hoped.
Casting a thought about, feeling for others (and doing my practicing in stretching my mental 'muscles', I noted Ruby had dismissed her harem + 1 and was busy writing something on her computer. She had been massively busy of late; must be lots of people who liked her craftwork. I intruded for just a second to ask a question, and she had saved, shut down, and was on her way to Interrogation 3. Anxious little Minx, she is.
I arrived at the room and entered. Ruby was on her knees in 'present', and looking roughly beautiful; hair mussed, no makeup, body oiled with perspiration. My blood pressure climbed as my dick hardened. We are overdue for a session....
to be continued by Mistress Ruby or Lord Chuck
Helping Keep Ruby Focused
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Originally Posted by chksng19
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I arrived at the room and entered. Ruby was on her knees in 'present', and looking roughly beautiful; hair mussed, no makeup, body oiled with perspiration. My blood pressure climbed as my dick hardened. We are overdue for a session....
Closing the door on Interrogation 3, I slowly circled the beautiful Ruby. Head lowered, in perfect position, I lifted her chin to see the deep pools of color in her eyes. I could also see the swirl of emotions in her eyes; excitement, lust, a whisper of fear, delight, discipline. I released her chin, and allowed it to return to position.
"Stand!" And instantly was on her feet, and in 'present'. Her feet (nails a beautiful teal, shaded from side to side. The work of one of her subs, no doubt.) spread wider than her shoulders. Her thighs strong but shivering a little, lips peeking open. Her buttocks firm and lovely, pale. Her firm breasts forced to attention with her arms up and hands locked behind her lovely hair.
Her breaths came in short pants, and it was clear from her jugular that her pulse was racing. Thus, my first action was to calm her. I walked over to an armless chair, and sat. "Ruby, attend me." She came to 'present' in front of me. "Over my lap, right-handed; with a kneepad" protecting her knees; she would need them.
"We will start with a hand-spanking. How many should you receive, slave?"
I could sense instant panic, and knew the dilemma; ask for too little, and a penalty for trying to be too weak; ask for too many and be grilled for other offences not caught.
"As many as you feel appropriate, Sir."
"Nice try, slave. I don't accept indefinite answers for questions like that. Nor are you going to open my mind shield." Two or three minutes passed.
"Sixty strokes, sir." She finally committed to a number, and, surprisingly, it was just about where I was thinking. But I wasn't going to let HER off that easy.
"Sixty, eh? I was thinking more like 100... but I'm feeling charitible today. This is just a minor beginning, though so sixty it is, quick tempo, don't bother counting." The sixty went quickly, about 3 minutes or so. "Stand. Present, no rubbing. Turn away from me." nicely red, still a few hand prints but fading. A middle finger pointing square at the targets; damn, wish my camera was handy.
"Straight ahead to the wall, hands up." Right into the cuffs waiting there. "How do those cheeks feel, Ruby?" as I fasten her into them.
"They are very hot, sir. I'd like to rub them. Aching, but not too deep."
"And what shall we do next, dear Ruby? How would you wish to be beaten? Where? With what?" Again, personalizing this for her. Helping develop decision making. Bullshit: helping ME have fun while she tries to read my mind.
"Punish my back, please Sir? (consider all the 'sir's' in the story capitalized, OK? My shift key sticks now and again) Forty strokes, sir. With a belt, please Sir?"
"Forty with a belt. Seems like a fair number. Can't use my belt OR your belt because neither of us wore one. Let me check the closet here. Ooooh! This one has a metalwork edge all down the sides. What do you think?"
"If it please you, Sir, that might wound me."
"So what? All right, don't cry. Now, here's a nice one; buckles on both ends. But I supposed that one would bother you too. I'll just grab this third one." And that's all she got. No description. No idea. I paused as I slid on my gloves, as I can't do that too long without a blister, and blisters keep me from typing. Ok, two minutes; enough time to marinate in her fear.
"Starting the forty you asked for. None to the spine, none to the kidneys. I'll try and space them out. No sound from you unless I speak to you. Well, nothing more than a hiss or gentle moan, or a penalty is incurred." I walked up closely behind her as quiet as I could and reached for her quim. She was dripping wet, and shaking; either orgasm or fear.
Time to ask a few questions. "Did you know your pussy is wet, Ruby?"
"Yes sir, I did. I orgasmed right before you touched me, sir." Her voice was soft, but somewhat shakey.
"Without asking?" I said in my intimidation voice.
"Sir I didn't know, you never said, I wasn't.."
"Quiet, woman. You're not in trouble. But don't let it happen again without asking. Politely." I quickly wound up and swung, landing one right on the fold of her buttocks and thighs. She grunted with surprise. Two more quick blows to the same spot, and I had a lovely welt. A quick rain of blows evenly down her back took me to twenty-eight.
"Twelve left, Ruby. I'm done with your back, dear. I'll be democratic about this; you get to choose where the next six go." I could imagine her dithering inside. If I choose my thighs, will he as well? Which do I pick?
"Please put the six on my thighs, sir."
I let her wait a bit. "OK, Ruby. Yours will be the last six, then. I'll put mine on your beautiful backside." I did so, in two stacks of three. She had three bright welts on her backside now, and was crying slightly.
She spoke up, "Sir, may I cum now, please?"
"No, you'll have to wait until we change positions." She didn't argue, but the tears kept flowing and her breathing was very heavy.
I loosened her from the wall brackets, and rolled a new table out under the lights. Laying her back on it, it had an incline to push her breasts forward and allowed her head to either tip back or lay on a pillow. For now it was the pillow. her arms were up and out on some adjustable angle boards, and her two legs were pulled up so the knee was bound waist high. Her ankles rested in fabric loops, keeping them out of the way.
"Now, Ruby my love, A few special treats. First, a blindfold; I want this to be fun.
"Next, a couple of earplugs. I don't want you to hear where I walk to. And finally, another brace behind your shoulders, to keep those pretties presented and ready. I figured to give you a little break today, so you wouldn't hurt too bad all in a row. Did you notice the bottom of this has little.... indentations.... to hold your bottom? A little extra support. Plus this lovely strap around your waist so you don't slip around has a strap which comes up between your legs. Hmm? Is it upside down? OH, you mean those little posts all over, pushing into you? No, those are supposed to be there. And under those sore cheeks... I'll just turn this handle here and expose all those little posts there as well. And did you notice? It even has a small penetrator to irritate your clit. Now we'll take about 10 minutes for you to relax, so I can sit down for a minute."
I only waited about 3 minutes, to screw up her time sense. The room had no timepiece except my wristwatch, so she'll think it was longer.
Removing the crotch strap, returning the posts to their hiding place, I asked her if she still needed to cum?
"No, Sir. Please continue with my belting, Sir." Hmmm I think she's getting anxious.
I used the control to move her head lower, still on the pillow, and went to the head end. I'd read about someone doing this recently (and it sounded like fun), so I lowered my shorts and placed my penis in her mouth... just at the correct angle so she could make mouth love to the head and first inch or so beyond. As soon as she was well at it, I gave her her final six belt strokes; right down the fold of each side, 3 each. A sharp breath on number five, then a sigh of relief, otherwise nothing. Soundly in sub-space, it seemed.
Without moving I took a little slapper, cutely-cut in the shape of a tiny hand. Twenty of those on each tit and I was getting close. Withdrawing, I asked her, "Ruby, are you ready to cum now?"
Her voice was heavy with lust, dark with need. "Please Sir, I need to cum so badly."
"And what would you like me to do about it?"
"Use something to hit my clit. Anything. Please, Sir, send me over the edge!"
One tiny flick with the slapper, right on her clit tip. She surged so hard, she nearly ripped the straps loose. The orgasm continued to cycle, up, down,up. During a down, I released her arms and waist strap, unhooked her ankles, and lifted her to the bed. I moved on top of her, sliding into her wet cunt until I hit the cervix. Her muscles grabbed my cock and held on for dear life. Grasping her head, I french kissed her; she came again as our tongues touched. My hands slid to her beautiful bosom, massaging her pain away and playing with her nipples. As she came yet again, I regained control of my dick, and rolled her over onto her hands and knees. I slid in and out of her soft, wet cave, again feeling the grip there. Sliding the handle of the slapper in her cunt, I slid into her ass, slowly, carefully, and fully lubed. Moving slowly, she got into the timing of the movement and exploded yet again, just as I did.
Unsure whether she was done, my hand slid to her clit and gently massaged; two or three more cums and she, too, collapsed. I rolled beside her, and we cuddled and talked. A few more kisses, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
