The Twilight Hunt, by John Drake

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Chapter 4 - Unworthy

The large SUV slowly drifted to a stop in front of Max’s home, gravel crunching under its spinning tires as he pulled around to the unpaved back. The muffled cries of the succubus in the back trunk area could be heard even through the soundproofing and padding. Max smirked to himself as he climbed out of the front seat, stretching after the private flight and the long drive out into the countryside. Most people as rich as he was didn’t drive themselves or take care of their own house… most of them living in mansions, veritable fortresses manned by an army of guards and staff. He didn’t trust people enough for that and he didn’t care enough for material possessions… instead, while his house technically would qualify as a mansion, and had to be large enough to be equipped with everything he needed to keep and train his merchandise, it certainly wasn’t that large by the standards of the amount of money that ran through his accounts. It was the grounds, really… out here in the countryside and away from urban centers was the only way to get his own personal forest to hide his house from the road and any nosey passersby.

It was the privacy he needed for his work.

Max went around to the rear hatch door and pushed it open. The door swung up, revealing the large suitcase inside. He was actually proud of himself that he had managed to fit the woman into the case this time… Selkolla had been significantly taller than most of his prey, and that wasn’t even including the trouble with tucking away her wings. It would have been a lot easier if he could have broken the shapeshifter first and gotten her to take on a more manageable form. That would have required taking off the collar, though… Almost certainly unwise. It didn’t ultimately matter though - while it had taken him some effort, he had managed, with no one important made uncomfortable or inconvenienced. She was locked away inside, ready for transport wherever he needed to take her.

His.

He reached for the luggage bag and dragged it out of the rear of the vehicle… it was considerably heavy of course, but that merely made it awkward… not impossible. With a bit of effort, and banging the case against the ground and staircase a few times just to get some new squeals from the woman inside, he successfully hauled it down the steps to his rear entrance and pulled the case inside. Max hefted the monster’s mobile prison downstairs to his cellar, pausing to appreciate the surroundings. His dungeon really was world-class… there were entire BDSM clubs that would have blushed in envy looking at it. Everything from stockades to wooden horses to St Andrew’s crosses, and walls and walls of whips, vibrators, brands, canes, cuffs, and every other conceivable tool. Context was the only thing that separated his basement from the ideal playpen for dozens of bored fetlifers… context and the amount of steel chains and attachment points all over the basement.

Max lifted the suitcase onto one of the tables before opening it, revealing the beautiful succubus where she was restrained inside… Her knees bent up to her chest and flattened her breasts, her head folded down toward her knees, wings belted tightly to her back. His latest catch was cramped in the small space, but it made for an easy transport of the beautiful victim. Her eyes, however, glittered as she looked up at him; With anger… and with fear.

Max dragged her out of the case, grabbed one of her bound wrists, and secured it with chains that he had bolted to the table. It was lucky that he liked over-engineering his restraints… chains strong enough to hold an elephant. It was very overboard for the average woman. Still, he liked being able to leave them restrained for as long as necessary without supervision and be completely sure they would still be there when he got back. He knew they would need to stand up to the enthusiastic testing from dozens of women over the years. Now that he had a woman with at least theoretical access to supernatural strength, he was glad he had them… they seemed perfectly suited to restraining the gorgeous mass murderer in place and holding her there while she waited for her new life to begin.

Before he could introduce her to that reality, however, Max first needed to teach the woman her place… and that was going to be a fun process. He had been looking forward to it the whole way home.

Selkolla’s eyes were wide and she stared at him as Max secured her body to the table, one chain at a time. The woman looked feral to him… like a cornered animal still straddling between fight and flight. At least it meant that she still had some spirit left in her after what they had already done together - and even though that was the opposite of what he needed for his obligations it was what he wanted. Besides, Max was very familiar with how to take care of this particular problem. “You think you want to kill me right now,” he said to the gagged woman, meeting her eyes. “But you don’t. I’m actually the closest thing you have to a friend in your new life.” One of his hands came down to cup one of her pillowy breasts and squeezed, casually molesting her for the sake of demonstrating ownership. “For years, you thought you were in control… you thought you had all the power. Now you see how sorely mistaken you were.”

“Your power was a fragile thing, just waiting to be taken away. The tables have turned for you… quite literally as you are strapped to one right now.” Max chuckled as he took her nipple in his hand and pinched and twisted it. “Last time I counted, it's been a little over 200 women I have turned from strong, capable, defiant human beings into obedient, trained fucktoys in this basement… and you’re going to be the next one. I promise,” he said, noting the fear in her eyes. “I’m going to have fun breaking you.”

And, for once, that was more or less entirely true, with no regrets. Max wasn’t much of a sadist… he vastly preferred to take his pleasure from the contest of wills instead of in the torment. His pleasure was taking who someone was and transforming them into someone else. To achieve that, being able to present as a cruel sadist was useful… but it wasn’t quite accurate. He just wanted to win, and it wasn’t satisfying to win unless someone else lost. Right now though… Selkolla had almost killed him. She had fully intended to and almost managed to get it done, with only his last resort of a plan saving him. It wasn’t really rational to hold that against her any more than it was rational to be angry at a lion that hunted your village… but on the other hand, humanity had little issue with the contradiction of killing those predators. In the same vein, Max would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t desire more thorough revenge on the dangerous demon for almost managing to end him.

Moving as if he didn’t have a care in the world, Max turned away from Selkolla and approached one of the cabinets where he kept various torture devices for use on his prey. “Astrid tells me you’re going to be a real challenge… that it will take quite a while to break you in. That I’ll have to pull out all the stops… and I think she’s right. Thankfully, no one in particular cares if you get delivered intact… I can do whatever I want to you, whatever I need to do to you, and you’ll take it.” He started taking out implements from the cabinet, lining them up on the table where she could see them. Laying out, one by one, what her future was going to be.

“I think we’ll start with a whip…” Max said with a thoughtful smile and a small exhale. “It’s very traditional. Such a pleasant sound, snap-crack! Something fun for me to crack across your back.” He rolled his shoulders theatrically. “It’s going to be divine for me. Not so much for you, of course, but what you want stopped mattering the moment I got you in chains. I look forward to hearing your screams.”

Next, Max took out a wooden paddle with what looked like thumbtacks on one side, laying that where she could see it. “I got this almost ten years ago, and I’ve hardly ever used it. It’s not really a practical tool to use on many of the girls I bring down here… causes too much damage. You, though… you don’t need to keep up a high sale price. No one is appraising you on a standard. I can use it on you… and I’m eager to see what it can do.” Max put one finger against one of the tacks, and dramatically held up his finger, showing the drop of blood even the brief brush caused. “I’m looking forward to laying into you with it. Smash you with it until you’re begging me to stop. But first…”

Max pulled out a crimson beeswax candle next. “Speaking of things I’ve never been able to use… did you know not all candles are created equal? I didn’t,” he lied. “I just wanted to put some pretty wax on one of my girls, and I left them with scars badly enough that the buyer didn’t even want her anymore. Beeswax, apparently, stays at about 65 C while dripping down… I had to just throw her in a dumpster after I made that big of a mess. But you… no one will care. I’ll light this up and pour hot wax over your body until it covers your breasts and your pussy and you feel like I’ve set you on fire, and then I’ll use one of those things to lash it off of you, one strike at a time. I suspect you’ll be half mad with the misery by the end of that.”

He continued to look in his cabinet for the various items that he would use on her. “And by the way, just to put your mind at ease, I wouldn’t bother even thinking about trying to escape. No one ever has, and I’ve not been nearly as careful with any of the others as I have with you, little toy. There are a dozen locked doors between you and freedom, and the chains here anchor down into the foundation of the house. No one is going to hear you, either… even if this place wasn’t soundproofed for my own ability to sleep while you scream, there’s no one around to hear you. I could let you stand in the front door shouting your pretty little head off for hours and all you would do is scare a few birds.”

Max went to the next cabinet. “You know, I have to tell you I’m looking forward to this, Selkolla. I do this professionally, so it’s never personal for me… just strictly business. While I derive plenty of pleasure from the process, it’s primarily a job… usually. You’ve made it personal. I get to enjoy that for a change. You see…” he paused as he opened the cabinet, examining the tools therein. “I know you’re a sadist and a monster. I know you’ve been torturing and killing for longer than my bloodline has been on this continent. What I don’t know - what I look forward to finding out - is what you actually know about torture. Is it just about pain for you? Or have you been paying attention to just how creative humanity has gotten about it over the centuries?”

Max shook his head. “There were some fucked up minds throughout the ages… but they came up with plenty of useful ways to cause pain. I’ve had excuses to use most of them once or twice in my time working in this business… and let me tell you, some of them work better than others. For example…” Max reached into the drawer and pulled out a small, oblong metal bulb with a corkscrew device on the end of it. “This lovely thing is the pear of anguish. Ever seen one of these? Simple in name but quite effective.” He turned the knob and let her eyes follow the motion as the pear split open, spreading, spreading, wider and wider. “It was designed to go into a victim’s mouth before you started cranking,” Max explained. “Twisting it wider with each rotation. If one were to continue with the cranking and force it further open, it would eventually break the poor victim's jaw. However, I have to admit I’d prefer you to be able to speak. Thankfully, it does its magic just as well in your other holes.”

Her alien, cat-slitted eyes still looked too defiant to him, so he continued on with his diatribe of what he was going to do to the succubus. “I’m not against hitting you, either… Some women need to be hit. Good way to put you in your place… putting a fist in your gut or your face. I haven’t decided if I’m selling you or keeping you yet, but one way or the other it’s just a perk of having you, so it doesn’t really matter to me or any client what state you are in… as long as you are alive, it’s just as good to me.” Max drew a knife from the many items in the cabinet, turning it over in his hand. The blade glistened in the light. “Perhaps a few cuts or a bit of bloodletting should also be on the agenda.” He flicked a glance back at Selkolla, letting her see his teeth in the smile. “I hope you are not afraid of blades, killer. Can you imagine what this will feel like as it slowly cuts into your flesh? Superficial wounds, sure, but enough to make you bleed… and enough to make you hurt. I know how to get you to the point that you will be willing to do anything that I desire.”

He could detect the tension in his prey… Hearing about torment after torment obviously had Selkolla on edge. She still had a wild look of defiance, but her body was starting to tremble on the table. Max knew that he was getting to her… the centuries-old predator was not used to being vulnerable, was not used to being the one that was weak and being preyed upon. Smirking, he pointed around the room, drawing her attention to one thing after another. Previously, the bound shapeshifter had not paid attention to the various instruments of torture… he made sure that she saw them all now. Max pointed to the rack. “This one is a favorite of mine. It will get the kinks out of your back, but it can go an awful lot further than that… and most humans can’t tolerate a quarter of what it is capable of. Your muscles will burn as they get stretched and racked tighter by the bindings, pulling until your arms and legs feel like they are about to be yanked off as I put you through traction.”

He walked over to it, spinning the wheel and noticing, with delight, the way she flinched at every click. “Every turn of this wheel will have you begging for release, you little slut. All of your experience in dishing out pain will not help you here. I need you to break… and in the end, you are going to give me what I want.”

Selkolla gasped, the ballgag jerking in her mouth and her eyes flicking around in something near panic as she looked around and saw pain after pain after pain in her future… heard Max speak about the various tortures that she would be subjected to. It had to seem to her like Max was willing to continue on with his explanation of further tortures… like he could go on forever. Max figured she would be getting numb to further threats by now, though, so instead he walked back up to her and put his fingers on the buckle holding her ballbag in place, pulling the red ball from between her pale lips. “So, whore… you’re a torturer. Where would you like to get started? I suppose the least I can do is let you pick…”

Selkolla shook her head a few times, working her jaw as she forced feeling back into it. Then, quickly, she breathed in and said, as quickly as she could force the words out through her trembling voice, “I forsake my binding and free you from your prison.”

Max froze.

He had been ready for her to pick the least extreme pain or something not on the list. He had been ready for her to pick the more extreme and demonstrate her invincibility. He had been ready for her to curse him, or spit at him, or to try to seduce him again. He had even been prepared for her to beg. Of everything he had been prepared for however, her simply… giving up… wasn’t one of them.

That fucking coward.

You’ll be dead of old age before a single one of the tarts will do more than spit on you, Astrid had said.

Yeah, right.

He sighed, shaking his head as he walked over to close the cabinets, letting them bang shut with more than a little frustration before heading back to where Selkolla was tied down. “That’s what you want from me, right?” she said, eyes wide. “If Astrid was helping you it has to be… that’s why you were hired to find me, isn’t it? That was what they wanted? It’s yours… so you don’t have to hurt me.”

Max shook his head a few times. These women were supposed to be the challenge of his life… a masterpiece, the ultimate test of what he was capable of. Instead, it seemed that Selkolla was going to be a bitter disappointment. He had been looking forward to breaking her, and she really had quite thoroughly ruined his plans without even trying. In a twisted way, it was almost a masterstroke… it was the thing he had least been prepared for and what caused the most frustration.

The look of contemplation… and anger… on his face must have been obvious as Selkolla gazed up at him because she opened her mouth to speak again. “I… please. I can be helpful. I can serve you. I… I’ve served before.” She looked up at him. “You can… you can have me, any way you please. I pledge that I will serve you in any capacity for as long as you shall live if you promise not to cripple me and pledge to release me upon your death. Anything that you desire, I will do it.” She wriggled on top of the table, looking up at him. “Please master… please… I can be very, very helpful to you…”

Max had heard such promises before from women… including from Selkolla herself. He was unsure if this was a trick or not in order for him to set her free, but it didn’t really matter… he had no intention of trusting her, and no reason to. Drumming his fingers on the table, Max looked down at her and considered his plan. Then he began to pace around the woman, examining her, his eyes fixed on her naked body. He inhaled sharply, considering as he neared the head of the table, watching as her beautiful face tilted back as far as she could to look at him, letting him gaze into her gorgeous, hypnotic eyes.

“I think I genuinely hate you,” Max said softly. Then, before he did something he regretted, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving the bound succubus to squirm on the table.

End of chapter 4
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Of everything he had been prepared for however, her simply… giving up… wasn’t one of them.

Well that was a surprise twist!

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Chapter 5 - Oathpact

Max was still brooding on his porch when the black limo pulled into his driveway, wheels rolling to a stop before his door. The driver evidently didn’t find anything strange about the tall blonde in dark sunglasses who stepped out in heels, her black corset and tight leather pants hugging her form in a clear and deliberately fetishistic manner. He didn’t find it any more exceptional when the blindfolded redhead covered head to toe in a PVC catsuit crawled out behind her, lead on her leash. It probably wasn’t the first time his limo had been used for kink… though he doubtless thought that Margaret’s position was consensual and far from the broken trauma that the former bartender was stuck in. The domme casually led her slave forward with her leash and collar, letting her crawl up the steps towards him. “Bright out here. Nice place, though,” the illusion-cloaked Astrid said, blithely amused as the driver got out and started unloading boxes from the trunk. From the grunts, they were extremely heavy boxes. “This should work.”

The svartalf strode confidently into his house like she owned the place. “Where should I have him bring my stuff?”

Max rolled his eyes at the disguised dark elf. “You can set up your forge in the garage and take the guest room for yourself… I’ll show you where it is.” While the limo driver brought the absurdly heavy boxes full of her tools into the room, he brought her and her new pet down to the basement… both to keep the driver away from her slave, and to make sure he didn’t find his way down here.

He hated having other people in his house.

When Astrid entered the basement room, the air of power and confidence that followed her exuded outward. Margret stumbled down the stairs in her blindfold before she knelt by the svartalf’s side while she looked around, her disguise dissolving away while Max watched. The dark-skinned woman approached the table, looking down at Selkolla. She took off and folded up her sunglasses, holding them in her left hand as she pointed to the strapped-in woman. “I know you said you got her, but it’s still hard for me to quite believe it… you work efficiently, Max. Maybe you really are worth the money you’re being paid.”

“Astrid, you bitch!” Selkolla hissed, her bright eyes narrowing. “You did this to me! You can’t do this; we need to-” her voice broke off suddenly, as if someone had started strangling her. With a croak, she tried again. “We can’t… can’t…”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “What’s the matter, Selkolla? Oath got your tongue?” She snorted. “Besides, spare me your accusations. I just made the collar.” The svartalf waved her hand dismissively. “He brought the ore, tracked you down, and brought you here. I’ve been paid for my services… or rather, I will be. Take it out on him. And don’t you dare throw the oaths you took in my face.” The dark elf took her eyes away from Selkolla, redirecting them to Max. She tossed her sunglasses aside and folded her arms over her chest as she spoke. “Never did I ever expect this murderess was going to be brought low by a mortal man when she killed a god. I’m impressed by your tenacity, Max. You’ve outdone yourself. I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t manage to get yourself killed by this one. Now you just need to brea-”

“She already said the words,” Max said, not entirely keeping the annoyance out of his voice.

Astrid’s eyes went wide at that, shock and surprise filling them. Her eyes and gaze were alien to him… but for just a second Max thought he detected a flash of panic in her eyes before her eyes crinkled up with amusement. “Well, I’ll be damned,” she chuckled. “Here I was sure you’d be dead and you already broke her into pieces.” Astrid’s gaze then redirected toward Max’s crotch, and she laughed in a chuckle to herself. “And had some fun of your own, I’d wager. Well, at least you are in one piece after all.”

“Please!” Selkolla said, looking between them. “Please, I promised that I’d serve him as long as he released me when he died. Please… I swore I’d behave, that I’ll do anything he commands. He doesn’t have to torture me!”

Astrid tilted her head. “What a weak slut. Still, that’s… an interesting offer.”

“Does she mean it?” Max asked.

“If she is willing to swear to it… yes. She’s bound to the Oathpact, the thing Mr. Root hired you to help break. It holds her to any promise she makes, completely.” Astrid chuckles. “She assumes - rationally - that you will fail and die, and she’ll be free, and her inability to disobey you anymore won’t matter.” She scoffed as she looked down at Selkolla with contempt. “You should agree, human. Her conditions are favorable to you.

Max wasn’t sure, but he was, for the moment, content to be dragged along. “I agree to those terms. You will obey any command I gave, not seek to escape, and in return, you are free to go in the event of my death. Do you accept?”

“Yes!” Selkolla cried out. “I agree! I agree!”

Astrid actually laughed, a full-on belly laugh. “Wait… you’re kidding me. You actually did it? What an idiot!” she said, hand over her belly as she tried not to double over. “I can’t believe… I cannot believe that a monster as old as you, with a body count like yours, could be this incompetent. I’m amazed no one turned you into a sex slave sometime centuries ago. Are you really so used to being in a position of overwhelming strength that you never needed to learn any subtlety at all?” Astrid shook her head in shocked disbelief. “You give the old world a bad name, Selkolla. What if he orders you, right now, to go and walk off a cliff? Or go dance in a minefield?”

The succubus had her mouth open in disbelief as the dark-skinned woman looked over at Max. “She has to obey the terms you two set, with no other restrictions… nearly perfect obedience, and for what? Something you do not need after you shuffle off this mortal coil? She didn’t even do anything to stop you from hurting her!”

Selkolla, who had been looking increasingly pale, seemed to gag at that. “But… I did! I said he didn’t have to torture me, that I’d obey him! It was implied that-”

Astrid slapped her across the face. “Your betters are speaking, god-slayer,” the svartalf said, a dazzling grin on her face. “What you believe was implied, or what you understood, doesn't matter… runic magic is, as you should well know, quite literal.” Astrid shook her head in disbelief. “I knew that she was a loner, who didn’t spend time around people other than to eat them, but I thought she’d know better than this. My my my, is she a disappointment.”

“Glad I’m not the only one who feels that way,” Max muttered, looking over his newest plaything with fresh consideration. “So she has to obey any command now?”

“To the best of her ability, anyway,” Astrid agreed. “Ask her to bring you a piece of the moon and she’ll fail. The oath doesn’t ensure success… only obedience.” The woman stretched her arms out over her head before heading back to stroke softly over Margeret’s hooded face, making the bound redhead flinch at the sudden touch. “This is actually perfect, to be honest… training wheels for what you’ll have to understand for later.” The svartalf mistress yawned. “But I’ve had a long trip… and I’d like to have someone’s tongue between my legs before I go to bed. I trust you have a thing or two you would like to try with your newly obedient fleshlight until tomorrow?”

“I suppose I can think of a thing or two,” Max agreed with a smirk that made a horrified expression come across the succubus’s face. “I believe I can keep busy.”

“Good. I’ll see to it my ride is gone… then see you in the morning. I have some additional work to do, and things to talk to you about before you go after your next target.” Astrid shook her head. “I had assumed I would have more time than this.”

“Me too,” Max agreed as she walked back to the stairs, her broken pet crawling behind her. Max turned away from tight, swaying ass as he looked back at the terrified Selkolla who it seemed was still processing the idea of how royally she had screwed up. “So,” he said playfully. “It appears you have become interesting again after all. What shall we do today?”

Max began to unbuckle his pants as he looked down at the shell-shocked beauty chained to the table. “You might feel stupid,” he told her as his belt came loose, “but it could be so much worse. Normally, I wouldn’t be so willing to go so easy on you… but I’m willing to give this a try.” He stepped back a few paces from the table, grabbing onto the edge of it so he could lean over the table and gaze into her eyes. “So we’re going to play a game. I could just… order you… to suck my cock. Not to bite. I could do that… but I’m not going to. Instead, I promise you this. If I feel that anything is off and that your servitude is not sincere and enthusiastic… if I feel your teeth on my cock… then I will make the rest of your life a persistent living hell. You cannot escape me… you’re mine forever. Be good, and I’ll only hurt you when it pleases me. If you instead decide to piss me off… I will not hesitate to inflict every torture at my disposal and then invent new ones no one has ever had nightmares of instead. Do we understand each other?”

The horrified look on Selkolla’s gorgeous face told him that she understood, but she nodded in agreement anyway. “…Yes master.” She spoke those words so easily - like they were practiced. Max almost could fool himself into thinking she meant them as he rose back up to his full standing position. His pants loosened and he unzipped them, letting them drop to his ankles as he stepped out of the pants before closing the distance to the table. His cock pressed toward her lips, dragging across the unbelievably soft pillows they made for his dick. “You teased me before,” he said as his cock glided across her face a few times. “Now I’m going to fuck your face and show you what this hole is meant for.

He angled it toward her lips and pushed the head of his cock into her mouth. The warm feeling of his member enveloped in her silken lips sent a chill up his spine, and a shudder of raw pleasure through him. He looked down at the incredibly attractive succubus, her features just classically beautiful enough to be instantly comfortable and just alien enough to be exotic as he watched her head tilt back further, letting his cock could slide toward the back of her throat as her eyes found his. Max’s hands gripped onto the edge of the table so he could force his hips slowly forward, and the sight of his cock disappearing down her throat inch by inch was beautiful. His cock felt like her insides were giving it a warm hug, squeezing it with all the tenderness of a sweet lover. Her tongue worked furiously as well, licking and sucking on his cock even as he raped her face. There was still perhaps too much pride in her even in this, Max thought, but while her attitude might need to be adjusted he couldn’t fault her skills - Selkolla here would be a champion cock sucker, possibly the best he had ever trained. He could work to shatter the remnants of that pesky pride.

Max bucked his hips forward even more and he could feel the tip of his cock strike against the back of her throat. His right hand rose from the table to stretch forward, and he slapped her across the right breast just to watch it sway beneath his touch… and while Selkolla let out a groan when he did that, she didn’t flinch and she didn’t bite. Her nipples stood up on her chest slightly as she licked across his dick, bathing it with her nimble pink muscle, and Max reveled in it. He slapped the other breast to see if he could get the same reaction from her again, and a barely audible groan escaped from her lips, vibrating across his cock as it sank almost fully into her open mouth.

With Selkolla bound on the table and unable to move, what pleasure her body could bring him was all Max’s for the taking. She had no say in what he did to her, but even so, he could tell she was actually keeping to her oath… the ancient killer loyally and obediently tried to lick and suck and nuzzle at his cock. They both knew that he had all the real control in this situation. The proud succubus had been stripped of all her agency and control and reduced to an obedient plaything.

His hands cupped over her breasts and moved toward her nipples, drawing the hard nubs between his fingers and thumbs and pinching them hard… gripping them like handles he used as extra leverage to fuck her face. He felt her throat tightening up around his cock when he did that, and it was wonderful… The excitement got to him and he pushed his hips forward harder, thrusting the head of his shaft all the way down her throat and watching her neck bulge as he did. An experienced dicksucker Selkolla might be, but the arrogant slut was clearly not accustomed to having her neck used like a fleshlight… She nearly choked on his cock on the very first thrust that went deep, and he was only just starting to get rough with his new pet. Max pulled back and started face fucking her even harder and faster than before, his cock slamming into her mouth and throat several times and eagerly building toward his first orgasm of the day.

The tightness of her throat around his cock was exquisite. To think that this woman, a mere twenty-four hours ago, had him chained up and was torturing him as her sexual plaything. Now, the roles had been thoroughly reversed, and he was enjoying every second of celebrating his victory. Max’s cock slammed into her mouth again and again and his balls pressed up against her face, pushing as hard as he could until his thick rod trembled inside of her mouth. The boiling seed in his balls had been building with every step he took since last night and now it was practically flowing out from his balls… ready to erupt. It was time to show this trashy fucking cum-whore what she was good for and rape her into a damned coma the way she had coming to her.

He growled with pleasure as his thick shaft pulsed. The hot gush of his cream flooded into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag as she swallowed, milking his seed from his balls with repeated strokes of her tongue. Max all but crushed her breasts in his fists the whole time she licked up his seed, swallowing as much of it down as she could before he pulled out. The remnants of his jizz flowed back out of her mouth, dripping down the corner of her chin and across her face.

She looked up at him expectantly, hoping to see that she had pleased him. And she had… but he was nowhere near done with her.

The succubus started squirming again as he walked back over to the cabinets that she already knew contained his painful toys. “Please!” she cried out. “You don’t… don’t have to do that!”

Max reached into the drawer and rooted around, coming up with a box full of flat top thumb tacks. “I know,” he said as he started pulling them out, lining dozens and dozens of pins up on the table. “But see… here’s the thing.” One of his fingers came to rest on the succubus’s cunt, two fingers pushed inside of her pussy while his thumb rubbed against her clit. “You love this thing, don’t you…” he whispered as he gently stroked her wet little socket. “How many times did you make yourself cum, riding me before you planned to tear out my throat? How many men died for the hunger of this greedy little cunt?”

Then he drove one of the thumbtacks into her groin, just an inch above her clit.

Selkolla opened her mouth to scream but Max was faster… clamping his hand down on her mouth. Her cry wet the palm of his hand as he silenced it, quieting her down. It meant that the pin was only pushed in halfway, but that was fine as far as he was concerned. “You need to learn a very important lesson, whore,” he told her, staring into her wide eyes. “The only pleasure you are allowed now is that of service well done… the satisfaction of pleasing someone else. I’ve fucked your face. I pounded that slut ass. And now I’m going to take that cunt of yours and make it mine… Not yours. Never yours. Mine. And to make sure you get that, until I’m satisfied, you aren’t going to enjoy a single second of it.” He reached over and grabbed another thumbtack in each hand, smiling into her eyes. “Now you can scream, if you want.”

One at a time, Max began to skewer his bound sex slave with the thumbtacks to the chorus of her screaming… making sure to thrust an especially diligent concentration of the silver-headed things into her ass and thighs and especially her large, gloriously soft tits. The slaver took his time with it, driving them into the screaming, shaking succubus one at a time… but always only halfway and no more. “You know,” he said, patiently fingering her pussy while he waited for her to go still again. “If you thrash like this every time this is just going to take longer.” Max shook his head. “Soaking wet and in pain. By the time I’m done with you, I’m not sure if you’ll even be able to cum anymore. Just imagine… even after I’m dead and you’re free again, imagine a succubus living her eternal life, unable to cum anymore. What kind of sexual predator would you even be then?”

“Please, please please please,” the succubus begged. “You don’t have to do this!”

“Usually, I’m more gentle than this with you cunts…” he said as he pushed another pin into her, “but you, Selkolla? You’re going to be a special project.” With her tits turned into a collection of silver tacks, Max backed off from her and reached down to his pants and grabbed his belt. “A really special project. I’m going to have a little contest with myself, and see if I can manage to drive all those pins in with the flat of my belt before my cock is so hard it starts actually hurting…”

Saying that the succubus had a set of lungs on her was an understatement so large Max could only call it a lie. He gleefully raised his hand and let his belt fall on her, using it like a hammer to drive the half-set thumbtacks the rest of the way in to decorate the whore’s body. Each time he whipped her it drove at least one of the partially planted pins in all the head to the base, locking it there and leaving her with the metal skewering her skin as deep as possible until her breasts looked studded with silver polka-dots, and her thighs, belly, and mons didn’t look any less pretty.

He saved her nipples for last… there were two tacks in each, one top and one bottom. It meant he needed to circle her body to get the right line to hammer them in… and that gave her plenty of time to beg. “Please!” Selkolla forced out. “Please, I’ll do anything!” The leather made a slapping around against her tit that he could barely hear over the scream that came with it. “I’ll spend all night sucking your cock for the rest of your life!” The sharp thwap was almost poetic to Max as the pin went in. “I’ll… ride you with my asshole… you liked that, right? I can spend all day worshiping your dick with my guts; I’ll— AGHHH!”

“I could just order you not to cum ever again,” Max said as he kept whipping her, ignoring her as if she hadn’t spoken at all. He drove more pins in with each rise and fall of his hand that brought the belt crashing down. “But that would be taking the easy way. No… we’re not going to do it that way.” Thwapp. Thwapp. Thwapp. “Instead, I order you that, the rest of your life until I tell you otherwise, I want you to try your hardest to cum every time I’m playing with you. Cum for me, Selkolla… if you can.” Max grinned at her. “I’m already sure that you’re not the kind of masochist that could get off on this treatment, but I guess we’ll find out if you can change. You try to cum as hard as you can, little whore, and I’ll try to stop you, and we’ll see…” THWAPP. “Who.” THWAPP. “Wins!”

When the final thumbtack was driven into Selkolla Max looked down with pride at the writhing, screaming girl as she thrashed in her bonds… an ancient predator starting to actually sob as he made the beautiful thing even prettier. He didn’t think she even noticed at first when he stepped between her spread legs, his aching dick pressing against the warm wetness of her cunt, his thighs brushing against the pins he had driven into hers. “But… why?” Selkolla managed to choke out.

Max looked at her like she was insane. “Because I was looking forward to breaking you,” he said, his eyes narrowed for a second. That was, he had to admit, what he was really angry about… the disappointment of how easy it had been. “I was excited to match wills against you… and you just gave up before there was a fight. It was disappointing… but I know what to do about it. You clearly don’t care about the… Oathpact, whatever that was… but it's hardly the only ground we can compete on. We’ll fight on this ground, instead.”

“Bu-” Selkolla sputtered. “But I don’t want to resist! I want to serve, I wa-”

“It’s not about what you want, you subhuman slut! It never was!” And with that, Max slammed that cock balls deep, straight up into Selkolla’s snug little cunt before she could breathe another word of protest. In fact, the only sound she could make was an agonized shrieking that was louder than a banshee’s as his body pressed against hers, all of his weight ramming against the thumbtacks he had stuck into her groin and thighs and grinding them even deeper into her, even as his thick cock was forced right up against her cervix.

Selkolla's face went slack, her tongue hanging out and her eyes rolling back as that hard prick was jammed deep into her cunt with no warning and utmost misery. The pretty, fat-titted demon whore made a pathetic little high-pitched whining sound as she got her tight little pussy stretched wide by his suddenly invasive cock being slammed balls deep inside of her. "GUH... GUH... OH YOU FUCKING B-B-B-ASSTARD!!!” Selkolla screamed out as she jerked around on Max’s cock throbbing inside of her… but if she was in little enough pain that she could still form words then it was possible her horny little twat might take some pleasure from this, so he leaned in close, his hands coming down on her body to grip her big, jiggling, and silver-dotted funbags like handholds. “GYAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!" Selkolla screeched her lungs out as he forced himself deep into her, her body on fire with pain at each tack as she was speared by both steel and cock.

Wide-eyed, the succubus drooled stupidly at the agony that was shooting through her body. In the monster’s entire slutty life Max doubted that Selkolla had ever taken a cock like this, never been stripped of her dignity and sanity like this, or had her body used as a tortured plaything. It probably felt like she was actually about to be fucked to death right here in the basement of a kidnapper far from her home, and the succubus sputtered and mewled and let out weak little sobbing sounds as his excited cock filled her up and enjoyed the ride.

"You feel me stuffing your cute little pussy, whore?” Max taunted while Selkolla whined in agony. The succubus shook like a leaf, her legs trembling each time his hips hit the pins. “This is what getting fucked should feel like for a whore. Sex isn’t supposed to be a pleasure to be had for you, it’s supposed to be an ordeal to be endured, and until you learn your place you get to have no pleasure from getting fucked. Hell, until I find you dry as a damn bone maybe I should fuck you like this every time… until I’ve fucked all of that cocky slut attitude right out of you, you trashy demon whore…”

Selkolla screeched again as Max twisted his grip on her breasts, grinding the pins deeper into her swollen tits by squeezing them like stress balls. Anything she was going to try to say in response to his mockery was turned into some weak and pained squealing at the sudden, terrible pain flaring through her body as her tits were crushed cruelly and transformed into balls of searing agony. “Sto—AGH!” Selkolla yelled at him only for him to pull back and give both her tits a hard slap and make her expel her breath in sheer pain as they bounced.

"No, no, bad slut…" Max taunted as he kept slapping her breasts, hitting the tacks like a hammer driving nails and making her yelp, scream, and cry for him. Then, tired of foreplay, Selkolla howled as Max tightened his grip on her breasts again as he pulled his cock out...and began fucking her in earnest.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Max drew back and punched forward with all the strength in his body, raping her like a machine. He fucked Selkolla’s body down against the table over and over again, his cock slammed balls deep up her tight little cunt even as the arrogant predator slut screeched and yowled and thrashed about in the bonds that held her helplessly in place. Max’s hips slapped against her pin-filled thighs as he drove his thick hard-on deep up the howling monster’s snug, fuckable hole, using her tits like squeezable handles as he pounded her from above and gave the subservient succubus the nastiest, most painful rape he could deliver.

Selkolla howled and sobbed as her hips bucked against her will, her body ignoring her mind and thrashing in her bonds… even though she couldn’t escape, even though all it ended up doing was helping fuck her back against his painful thrusts and forcing her to meet the agonizing cock using her body like a plaything. “Still enjoying this you dumb cunt?! Still think this cunt exists for your pleasure?” Max chuckled as he shoved her down to the table, her body hurt from so many different directions that she didn’t even know which way to flinch. He ground his dick into her even deeper, feeling the hot sluts pussy clenching tight around him… milking his dick as he slammed in and out to the sound of her screaming her lungs out.

“P-pl..pleeeeease master, s…s-s-stooop-p… Oh my… oh my god… please… please… it h-hurts… so m-m-much… m-mercy!” Selkolla screeched as she desperately tried to pull herself free from the chains, feeling the intense agony all through her body. Even though her cunt was still soaked as she was raped like the little subhuman fucktoy she was, he could be sure she wasn’t enjoying this… she thrashed in pain with every movement he made. She certainly hadn’t cum yet, despite his commands - It seemed the pain was too great for her to get through.

Good.

“You get to cum when I say you do you, you little rapebait skank,” he cursed at her, hammering hard enough that she had to force her mewling words out through ragged and broken little gasps as Max pounded her tight, cockpleasing breeding hole. “Never taken anything like this, have you? Better get used to it… because for as long as you’re mine I don’t only control your pain but your pleasure as well,” he taunted her as she stuttered out desperate protests for him to pull it out as he rammed into her harder and harder, watching her pin-studded tits flip around as he shook her body like a toy, rocking and shaking her with the force of the brutal rape he was forcing his newest sex slave to take.

“SL… SL… SLOW D… DOWN… PLEASE NOT… NOT SO… NOT SO…” Selkolla panted out as Max laughed and just gave her tits another hard slap, the pins silencing her with blinding pain while he fucked her full of cock.

“No, I don’t think so… You're going to take it as hard and as fast as I tell you to you cowardly, broken whore… because guess what? I own you now, and you cannot stop me!” Max laughed at her, punching her right breast hard enough that she screeched in rage and pain at her torture and humiliation, the weakness and helplessness she felt as she was raped, humiliated, tortured, and used as a cumdumpster by the kind of man she would normally be preying on herself.

Selkolla whimpered out in wordless pain as his cock began to swell inside her, continuing to plunge in and out of her cunt faster and faster. Max, for his part, knew he wasn’t going to last much longer… So instead of even trying he reached down and grabbed onto a fistful of both of her sweet, huggable fuckpillows and squeezed them like the world's most gropeable hand holds, twisting and yanking on them. It served double duty, both giving him leverage to fuck her harder and making her a tighter, more pleasurable hole to fuck in the first place as she squeezed in agony. He sped up, basking in the pleasure as he fucked the whining and howling murderous bitch deep up her tight, greedy, slutty cunt and made her take a hardcore dicking beyond what she had ever experienced before.

“You were… made for this…” he grunted out as he hammered her. “Look at you… built like a pornstar, with a cunt like a million dollar a night whore. From what I heard, you were born to be irresistible fuckbait… such a beautiful, tight, intoxicating pleasure that even someone who knew better about how dangerous you were couldn’t resist taking you for a ride. How could you blame me for taking what your body promises to everyone who looks at you?” Max hammered at her, feeling up her fat tits and making them bulge between his fingers while he pumped balls deep in the suffering little succubus. “You beg to be taken with every breath you take, every sway of your hair or shake of your ass. It’s your own fault for inspiring this in me and every other man in the world… you don’t get to complain when I take what you’ve been advertising!” Again and again he pumped his thick cock balls deep up the squirming and screaming little bitch, Selkolla throwing her head back and howling over and over as the pins tortured her tits.

Max pounded her against the table like he was trying to rape her right through it, as if he was hoping that his next thrust would punch her whole body through the wood and chains and down into the concrete… his rock-hard prick slamming against her cervix with each thrust as she screeched and moaned and desperately, brokenly begged in word fragments for mercy that wasn’t going to come. Soon now… he was going to pop inside her soon. His cock was pounding her harder and faster than anyone had ever forced her to take it and the howling little succubus was losing her fucking mind at the pain and humiliation of getting treated like nothing but the cocksleeve she was. She tried begging again, and Max shut her up and forced a high-pitched wail out of her as he slammed into her again, her back arching as he made this fat-titted succubus slut suffer beneath him. He raped her to the point of exhaustion, raping her to the point where her brain felt like it was going to shut down from the pain, and then he just kept going.

Max could visualize the glory of it, and could feel the pinnacle of enjoyment on his prick. A fucktoy created to seduce a god… an actual god. Selkolla was created to be able to dominate anyone through sex, to use her beauty and the pleasure and hunger of men to enslave people like him and better for generations. Now, instead, she belonged to him, helpless and miserable as Max could make her as he slammed deep inside her spasming cunt, and it was glorious… No matter how tough she was, no matter the divine purpose she was born for, the sexy, suffering seductress was clearly not even remotely able to handle the brutal treatment he was putting her through… Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth hung open and she was panting and yelping like a bitch, screaming as Max treated this uniquely beautiful, purpose-made monster like a cheap disposable blowup doll, and that was the thought that finally made him cum.

“Didn’t I tell you to try your hardest to cum?” he mocked her as he thrust against her, slamming her balls deep up her slutty hole over and over. Max groaned in pleasure as Selkolla shook and bucked in her restraints as she got used as nothing but a big-titted cum-dump.

“I Don’t… I can’t… I don’t… I… I…” Selkolla whimpered out as Max got closer and closer to cumming, and then he rammed his cock deep inside her one last time… and exploded. His cock stiffened and began to jerk inside her, shooting his wad right against her womb as he pumped her tight little seductive pussy full of his hot cum. “I… can’t…”

Max chuckled. “Well that's a shame you murderous bitch… I really thought that was what your greedy little pussy wanted. Guess that’s a shame… because by the time I’m done educating you about your place, you’re going to hate sex and probably never recover!” His dick continued to throb inside her as his balls churned, and all she could do was hang helplessly in the chains, limp on the table as she panted, taking deep, shuddering, broken breaths as saliva drooled down her chin. “Maybe you’ll have better luck next time. You really are a great cumdump aren’t you…” he said, smiling. “No wonder you had gods competing over a chance to take you to bed… you’re a world-class cocksleeve.”

Max pulled out of her swollen cunt and laughed as her body rested limply in the chains on the table. Her formerly tight pussy was, at least temporarily, gaping wide open, and cum leaked down from it to drench her thighs and ass. The sexy succubus’s body was drenched in sweat and jizz… Blood, diluted by a sheen of their mutual sweat that covered her whole body, fresh streams of crimson trickling from dozens of the silver circles marking the thumbtacks still embedded in her. She panted brokenly, trying to catch her breath as she lay there, and Selkolla made some pathetic, erotic mewling sounds deep in her throat that almost sounded like a prayer to the aroused slaver. Max watched the cum drooling from her well-fucked cunt as he took in the exhausted whole of her, the pain-drunk look on Selkolla's overwhelmed face.

He liked that look on a sexy fucktoy like her. He liked it a lot.

Max waved his hand in front of her dazed face and laughed at her. “Earth to monster… You still with me, succubus-slut? You hearing me?”

“Guh… guh… don’t… please… take them… out of… m-me…” Selkolla moaned softly in between the shuddering gasps that shook her otherwise limp, broken body. “Rest… let me… let me… rest… please… rest, master… rest…”

“Rest you can have,” he said as he began pulling his pants back on, stretching out as he did so. “But those tacks are staying in.”

The sob that escaped the weak whore’s mouth at that moment was one of the hottest things he had ever heard. “…but… why?”

Max looked back at her and smiled. “Because you didn’t manage to cum, of course. Only seems fair to give you another try… at least one more…” He turned and walked up the stairs with a smile on his face, and as he left he still heard the sobbing until he closed the door.

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“The Oathpact is what holds them to the oath you are trying to break, and that has some… let's call them downstream effects. Promises made give you power over them, but it also gives them the same power over you,” Astrid said as she sat in a large reclining chair. The two of them were in his lounge the next day, relaxing as they spoke. She had spread her legs out, baring her sex to her new slave Margret as the former bartender knelt on the floor. Astrid’s fingers glided across her stomach and then down to her legs as her fingers moved inward over her bare thighs. Two fingers pressed against her pussy lips, spreading them apart. The pink flesh inside seemed almost comically light compared to her nearly black skin and the whole thing was bared for Max’s eyes. As beautiful as it was to gaze upon, Max knew she was not doing this for him. Doing it to tease him perhaps… but not doing it for him. Her gaze was only directed at the enslaved redhead… Astrid’s left hand lifted to beckon the woman over to her.

Margret shifted onto her hands and knees, crawling across the floor toward her mistress. She stopped right before Astrid and lifted herself into a sitting pose with her knees bent and legs tucked underneath her. Margret placed her hands on the dark coal skin of Astrid’s thighs. Her head tilted down and her tongue dipped out to languidly run her tongue along her mistress’ wet slit. “Just knowing that a promise can’t be broken honestly is socially powerful by itself, but the magic doesn’t stop there,” Astrid continued. “There is a backlash against you if you break a promise… sometimes it's horrendous luck, or a twisting of fate. Mostly though, it’s pain… Persistent pain until the promise is forgiven or you make it right. Just another way in which Selkolla here is an idiot… If you broke your promise to free her on death, you’d be too dead to care at that point.”

Max listened, watching as his previously flaccid cock began hardening once more. He tried to ignore it and pay attention. Information was key to this business, and with his capture of Selkolla Astrid had already proved to him that her information was good and that anything she had to say was definitely worth his time to listen to. Still, the svartalf domme was distracting. Unlike the succubus, who looked perfectly human except for the parts of hers that had been added on, no one could have possibly mistaken Astrid for human when her illusions were down - even though she was similar to a human woman she was definitely something else, even at a glance. Normal people, normal humans, just didn’t have ears like that, or proportions like hers… let alone skin the color of crude oil. Even with the inhuman skin and her odd shape and her bald head beneath the golden wig, Max had to admit that he still found the svartalf an exotically beautiful creature to behold.

In fairness, he had never had difficulty finding something in any woman to find beautiful, but despite all her inhumanity Astrid didn’t exactly make it hard… her beauty was a stark and harsh thing but it was undeniable. The slaver would gladly have bedded her, but he doubted they would find any chemistry consensually… and she was his partner, not his prey.

Still, a fantasy or two never hurt.

Perhaps it was those thoughts of her and her naked glory that caused his cock to start hardening, or perhaps it was the way her slave licked at her. Certainly, Margret’s efforts brought his thoughts back to that night he’d broken her in for the svartalf. He’d found that tongue of hers quite talented, and Astrid must have agreed because she frequently made the woman employ it… and Max couldn’t say that he blamed the woman for using her pet’s best skills for her pleasure. Regardless of what was bringing his cock to attention, he had his own genital pleaser right before him.

His hand encircled the base of his cock as he pulled on the leash wound around Selkolla’s neck. His fingers wagged the cock up and down, slapping the succubus across the face as she was pulled close to him. “We’re talking about you again, little cocksucker,” he purred at her. He didn’t need to tie her up, but that was just one of the reasons he took so much joy in doing it… her arms were tightly restrained behind her back with a black leather armbinder that matched the collar around her neck, and he used her own limbs as the primary things pinning her wings against her back. A little bit of experimentation, along with some longer needles in her nipples, had revealed to him the extent to which the succubus could transform her appearance to please him. At his demand, her breasts had grown further and her hair had become a stark, bright red that said “stripper” more than it said “redhead.” Her lips had swollen to be even larger and softer, her waist had become even slimmer, and the false makeup she wore even more exaggerated… she looked every bit the cheap whore that could be found in any city’s streets save that she was prettier. To his delight, the whorish appearance actually seemed to shame her… apparently to the succubus looking overly sexual was no shame at all, but doing so and being tacky was humiliating. Max filed that away for later as his cock head perched at her soft lips, ready to penetrate her mouth once more.

From across the room, Astrid let out a moan from her lips. Her hand was curled into the locks of Margret’s hair, pulling her face in closer to her cunt. She rotated her hips, gyrating her pussy into the licking tongue. Astrid let out a purr. “So as I implied… that succubus whore clearly isn’t very experienced in the consequences of making a bargain, or how to do it properly. The idiot. Your next target, however, will not have that issue mortal. Skuld has been making that kind of deal with gods and mortals both long before I was born, much less you.” She sighed in pleasure as the wet noises from between her legs grew louder. “Honestly, she’s not who I expected you’d want to go after next. I’d argue she’s by far the most dangerous… someone who has fate itself wrapped around her fingers.”

Max slapped his dick down against Selkolla’s nose a few times, delighting in the frankly adorable way she flinched. In some ways she was incredibly experienced… but in others, she was almost adorably innocent and easy to get a rise out of. So utterly unused to not being in perfect control, it was like every humiliation was a totally new experience to her. “That’s part of the plan. So, tell me about Skuld. The letter called her fae… some kind of elder of their kind?”

Astrid laughed. “Sure… like a dinosaur is the elder of a chicken. Skuld isn’t just a faerie. She’s exponentially more skilled, more wise, more powerful… and more dangerous.” She lifted one leg and hooked it around the back of Margret’s head, pulling her more firmly into place with casual ease, her hands staying relaxed. “She and her sisters were the mothers of the legends your people have of the fae… tricky, wise, and practically invulnerable.”

“How about iron?” Max asked. “Is that true?”

Astrid waved a hand dismissively. “Not the way you’re thinking. Most of those legends refer to ‘cold iron,’ like it was a way of treating it… it was just a poetic way of talking about iron from anywhere but the molten crags of Muspelheim. The distinction isn’t that faeries are especially vulnerable to iron… it’s that it’s the only thing mortals are capable of using that is going to hurt them at all. Any other injury you do is going to be healed so fast that if you blink you might think you missed her entirely… it’s something to do with the dust off their wings. Muspelheim iron will mute her powers, but only so much… and normal iron will only slow down that healing enough that she’ll notice the damage, not prevent her from healing it. If you want to actually hurt her, you’ll need to be creative - anything a mortal does is always going to have trouble.”

“The letter warned that I wouldn’t be able to overcome her,” Max mused. “Or trick her. That’d I’d need to bargain with her. It recommended I go after her daughters.”

A sigh of pleasure escaped the svartalf’s dark lips. “Sounds about right to me,” she agreed. “The fact she cares enough about someone to make her vulnerable is about the only weakness I can imagine she has. She’s had plenty of daughters over the years, though. Some of them are well older than I am… but most of those have left this world behind long ago: You won’t find any of them on Midgard. I assume then that your… benefactor… is speaking of her two youngest. I looked into it a little bit and cast some runestones to divine the truth… They are still here.” She gasped shortly before continuing. “Tell me, mortal… have you heard of the Luminous Branch?”

Max started to roll his eyes, then stopped as he realized why she was asking. “You’re kidding,” he said, slapping his dick against Selkolla a few more times. “That’s her?”

“Mmm,” Astrid agreed. “The woman on TV doing the new-agey advertisements with the come-hither eyes? That’s Skuld. She’s the high priestess of the Church… been advertising and appearing on late-night television a time or two.” She ground her hips down into the exploring tongue of her slave, and the look of pleasure on her face told Max she was feeling the effects of a truly fantastic cunt-worship. “That’s not her true self, of course, but that’s the form she’s wearing these last few decades… the church is just the most recent pet project of hers.”

Max pressed his cock into the mouth of the bound woman before him. His cock head disappeared past her lips and sank back in across her warm, silky-smooth tongue. That was… interesting. He unquestionably knew of that extremely beautiful woman… she’d been called the most beautiful woman in the world by popular lists more than once. “Someone almost hired me to kidnap her before,” he mused. “Bit of a poseur… never ended up speaking to me directly but through a contact. Blanched at the price I demanded to go after someone like that.”

“Lucky for you,” Astrid purred with a chuckle. “It would have been an ignoble way to die.”

“Have to die of something,” he snorted out. The Church of the Luminous Branch was what he would call a semi-secret society… one of those that pretty much everyone knew existed but little was known publicly about their inner circle. He had always thought of them as the old-world pagan equivalent of Scientology - a place for the ultra-wealthy to go to for the PR of “reconnecting with nature” or “getting in touch with their roots.” Despite the wealthy circles he had his connections in, Max hadn’t heard much of what went on there beyond the networking… even though he had spoken with several men and women who had paid to be inducted into the society proper. It was like asking a freemason what goes on in their meetings… not only was it both forbidden and not important, but Max also couldn’t have cared less.

Except now he did.

Selkolla writhed on her knees in front of him, her body squirming as he pushed into her throat. Her hands tugged at the armbinder as she choked but the leather was plenty secure against the strength her collar limited her to… it was impossible for her to get away, and Max didn’t think she was really trying. More than likely, she was just trying to shift her position to breathe better: his cock slamming against the back of her throat certainly didn’t help her to catch her breath and she gagged with every thrust.

“So, she’s the High Priestess of the Luminous Branch. Tell me everything we know about her.” Max said, thinking. Restriction bred innovation… and hearing about how invulnerable and hard to hurt or control the fae woman was already had his mind working hard, already making plans about how he could break this one. He knew that not every single one of the women would be so willing to give in. Selkolla had turned out to be an exception… honestly, an unwelcome one. This ‘Skuld’ seemed like she would be much harder to break.

Astrid let out another lewd moan as she placed her fingers over her left nipple, rolling the nub around to make it harden. The svartalf had a tight grip with her right hand in Margret’s hair, pulling her in close. She bucked her hips rapidly forward, pumping them across the bartender’s face, and her pussy juices smeared over Margret’s chin and cheeks. “Yes, get in there and lick me even harder. Really use that tongue!”

Having forgotten herself briefly, Astrid’s eyes fixed on Max to address his concerns. “Well, I think we’ve pretty well covered her personal invulnerability, but I feel the need to point out that she is even more powerful than you may think. Once upon a time, she bathed in the current of time and fate like it was a shower. She immersed herself in knowledge of past, present, and future, and used knowledge to divine the answers to questions from the Allfather himself. The Well of Urd ran dry centuries ago but the wisdom that came from it would have never fully faded. Who knows… you might go after her just to find her already waiting for you no matter what you think of.”

“That’s a reassuring thought,” Max grumbled.

“Indeed,” Astrid agreed. “That aside, she controls the church and a truly unbelievable sum of money and influence… worshipers and hopefuls both that will follow her without question, and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what hundreds and hundreds of years of compounded interest can do. If you find Skuld alone and vulnerable, she is not - you have been tricked.”

Max made a mental note about the information she was telling him. His hips thrust forward, pressing his cock down Selkolla’s throat once more, and the sound of her sudden gagging made him smile. “That is good information to know. So then, if we can’t take on Skuld directly… tell me about her daughters. Is she close to them? Are they fae like her?”

The dark-skinned beauty laughed. “There are no other fae like her,” the svartalf said. “Not anymore, since Urd and Verdandi died. Both girls are half-human… I’m not sure how much of their mother’s nature they inherited, but I imagine you’ll find out soon enough. Considering that both women are in positions of power in the Luminous Branch, I’d say it is a safe bet that Skuld built this church for them, to serve their interests… ever did she dote on her children. Yes, I would say she is close… ever since the death of her sisters, she has been extremely devoted to what family she can build for herself. All available evidence is that she would do anything for them.”

“We can exploit that to control her,” Max agreed. “Get them both, and we’ll definitely have Skuld listening to any demand we make of her. Who are they?”

Astrid shrugged. “On that, your… Google… wizardry knows more than I do. Their names are Nicia and Estrid. Nicia holds ‘court’ at the main temple branch outside of Seattle, and she has a bit of a reputation… apparently, she prefers the company of women and isn’t shy about being… magnanimous… with her charms. Estrid, on the other hand, seems more reserved. She’s usually involved with their expansion efforts… not sure where to find her, but from what I understand, they recently bought up a large swatch of land in Brazil. It seems likely she’ll be somewhere over there.”

The svartalf put her hand on the back of Margret’s head, pulling her in even closer to her crotch. “Yes, just like that. Really get in there and eat my cunt, you little bitch... If I can’t feel your tongue scraping against my tonsils, you aren’t far enough in yet.” She wrapped her legs around Margret’s head, keeping her in place. The slave bartender was having difficulty breathing now, but quickened her pace, licking and drawing her tongue through the svartalf’s pussy and drawing out a heavy breath from her. Astrid rocked her hips in a heavy, grinding motion. Her legs trembled, draped across Margret’s back. Astrid tilted her head back, letting out a long and loud, satisfied moan from her lips. She finally collapsed back into the recliner chair and looked back to Max. A smile crossed her lips. “Either way… going after one of them is likely to raise the alarm within the church, not to mention with their near-goddess of a mother. I don’t see how you’re going to get them both.”

Max had a lot of good information from the dark elf. It would serve him well in coming up with a plan for dealing with the two priestess daughters. His cock banged into Selkolla’s mouth with his balls slapping into her face. He let out a grunt of his own as his cock ejaculated another hot load of cum down her throat. His eyes locked with the succubus’s as he pulled her off, letting her gargle down his jizz as she coughed. “Oh, I know exactly how we’re going to do that,” he said, a malicious grin on his face. “I’m going to use a bit of help and go after them both at once. This is going to be fun…”

End of chapter 5
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Chapter 6 - The Luminous Branch

The Church of the Luminous Branch’s main temple was on the outskirts of Seattle, in what felt like a hip, young part of town. Nothing about the building said that there was anything dangerous or supernatural about it… hell, the building didn’t even say “temple” at a glance. A campus of buildings of marble and polished steel and large, mirror glass windows that caught the midday sun, with broad, well-manicured lawns and groves of trees between them, it looked to all the world like an office park or a possibly a college campus, devoted to the worship of modern living or capitalism rather than one of the world’s most ancient pagan goddesses. Coffee shops, bookstores, boutiques, stylists, and fancy restaurants surrounded it. Nothing here looked at all out of the ordinary.

Selkolla knew different.

The succubus, looking for all the world like an ordinary businesswoman in her early thirties, approached the temple campus. She already didn’t like the prospect of being here, one bit… and wouldn’t have even if she weren’t only here because of her Master’s orders. A strange, uncomfortable energy emitted from the building, emanating outward from the temple. The building was obviously the focal point, but whatever was happening inside there had weakened her even more than she already was with the collar restraining her around her neck. She had to resist the urge to tug at the damned iron thing. Her Master and that bitch Astrid only allowed her very limited use of her powers, even after she had taken her humiliating oath to serve him for the rest of his life. It was utterly degrading to know how completely she had fallen under his way, and even more miserable to know that it meant she not only had to do his bidding and work for him, but she had to play nice. Perhaps if she did what she was told, she would gain some leniency with her owner, instead of the near-constant string of abuse she had gotten since being captured.

Besides… this job offered her some chance to feel like herself again, if only for a few hours, and Selkolla wasn’t about to turn that down.

There wasn’t any security stopping her from walking onto the church’s campus… it was, after all, open to the public and any supplicants. It was only the inner reaches and the facilities that were exclusive to the inducted members. Selkolla took full advantage by walking in like she owned the place, looking around for opportunities… the succubus always went where she pleased. No matter how well she blended in however, she felt out of place here… the modern construction combined with the gardens and the marble felt like an odd mix of almost sterile design with naturalistic, the look seeming sort of like a blend between a Silicon Valley tech giant and a hippy commune.

She half expected someone to stop her, but no one seemed to notice as she grasped the door handle of the main temple in her fingers, pulling the glass door open. The floors inside were a crisp white marble, almost too perfect. All of the art on the walls and on plinths were modern paintings and sculptures, every bit of it beautiful, every bit of it complimenting the surrounding pieces. It was like standing in an art museum that was being browsed by dozens of people walking the halls, meditating, browsing, or simply standing around speaking. Stepping inside took a bit of effort… whatever power emanated from this place made it more difficult to get inside. This place was protected… holy ground, shielded from things like, well, like her. In that way, her bondage helped: with her power unrestrained, she probably wouldn’t have been able to take a step inside. The Muspelhiem iron collar muted her abilities, and they were barely working. Even keeping up the illusion physically hurt, making her muscles tense and her head throb with the headache… but she could walk around.

As she stepped inside, the succubus’s image shifted so smoothly that no mortal eye would notice until she looked like one of the many people moving around. Selkolla wasn’t even sure what she would call them… Holy people? Commune dwellers? Worshipers? Whatever. Her illusion was non-specific… as long as she didn’t draw attention to herself, people would just feel like she fit in as she stood there. If she wanted to actually interact, however, she was going to need to get more specific.

She looked at the… Supplicants, she supposed. They were all dressed in white robes that had green trim around the neck, arms, and hemlines. Tree-hugging freaks. She had no idea what they got out of this, what value they saw in it or any belief in anything, and she didn’t care… all she wanted was to find her target and get out of his miserable, painful fucking place. Her victim would be somewhere in the inner sanctums, reserved for members. It would have been easier if the bitch would simply come outside like these other idiots, but recently the only kind of luck she’d had was bad. Besides, somewhere in the secure areas would probably be the only place she could find the kind of privacy she needed. In order to get in there however, she needed someone to impersonate… and something to wear.

She stood around for a few hours in the entrance hall, her magic making her inconspicuous as she waited around, watching. Predation was like that… patience usually resulted in getting what she wanted. Selkolla hated being patient… but it was smarter, and if she had been patient earlier then Max would be dead rather than her owner. She grimaced, but the succubus bided her time, waiting for someone appropriate to separate herself from the pack.

It took some time, but eventually a victim… volunteered… themselves. Leave it to humans to have stupid vices… like wanting to smoke, but being too embarrassed to do it around others of the church and their “natural” ways. All in all, it amounted to a social animal that relied on the pack to stay safe removing herself from the shelter of her companions. She followed after her, a young woman in her mid-twenties. She looked rather waifish, and especially pale in that white robe, but that didn’t matter to Selkolla… She was happy to work with whatever she got.

The blonde had barely gotten the cigarette out before Selkolla was behind her, grabbing onto a wrist with one hand and wrapping the other around her. Using her other arm as a grip she applied pressure to the girl’s throat, cutting off her air supply. The woman choked and thrashed about for a minute or two, beating her hands against Selkolla’s arm while the succubus again damned Max for the collar and the restriction on her magic that came with it… she could have simply led this tart wherever she wanted. Instead, she needed to physically struggle with her prey like some kind of barbarian. The bitch even tried to use her nails to get out of the hold, but Selkolla held fast, unwilling to yield.

Soon, the girl went limp in her arms, and she was able to drag her away from the compound proper and out into the surrounding woods, leaving behind witnesses as she took her deeper.

In preparation for this Selkolla had set up a small camping spot with several items and tools that she might need earlier this morning, and she had hoped it would go undiscovered… which, apparently, it had. It appeared most of the rich city socialites that frequented this “nature cult” were hypocrites and more interested in the image of their membership than actually risking breaking a heel or a nail walking in the forest. Their squeamishness suited the succubus just fine… She needed information about the inside of the compound and there was only one way to get it. The chances that the girl would talk right away were there, but she had prepared in case her victim turned out to be tighter-lipped.

The camping spot Selkolla had chosen was right in the middle of four large trees. They were spaced out far enough that she was able to place rope around them and use the forest as natural stakes. She tied up her unconscious victim in the middle of the clearing, stringing her limbs between the trees until she was spread in four different directions, grinning down at the woman as she felt more like herself than she had in days. The woman wasn’t exactly her preferred type of prey… more of an appetizer than a meal, so young and innocent. Most likely a gullible idiot sheltered by her parent’s wealth, or else she wouldn’t be a member of this… whatever it was. A church. A commune. A cult. Whatever… It didn’t matter to her.

The blonde awoke in the middle of the clearing while Selkolla sat off to the side by her campfire. She had a metal fire poker from a fireplace, stoking the fire to make the flames dance. The first thing she did was scream, of course… it made the most arousing sounds through the ball gag that she had stuffed between her lips. Listening to the frantic, muffled pleading, and turning to see the young woman stirring and struggling against her bonds, the succubus smiled at her, showing a mouth full of perfect white teeth as she walked over to the woman. She leaned down near her, staring into her eyes, not bothering with her disguises at all… relishing the panic in her gaze. “Good evening,” she said cheerfully. “I’m sorry to say your pleading is really quite useless… we are far out in the woods where your friends can not hear us, and I’m certainly not listening.” Selkolla flicked a finger against her forehead, making her flinch and momentarily shut up beside a cute yelp. “Let me save you some time. Right now, you’re assuring me that you weren’t alone, that people know you were at the church, and that mommy and daddy would be pleased to pay for your return. Unfortunately for you, I don’t want your money, and I couldn’t take it even if I did… and by the time anyone realizes that you are gone, I will most likely already have what I need from you.”

The acolyte pulled against her rope bonds, finding them to be quite taut and unyielding. The panic in her eyes really was adorable but the sight of it was strangely bitter… Selkolla saw herself more in those eyes than she wanted to. How she had broken for her rapist so easily was an unwelcome reminder that, at the end of the way, she was just as much of a piece of fuckmeat as this terrified woman was. It made her angry as the panicking woman continued to plead.

“Oh, shut up. I already know what you are going to say. ‘I don’t have whatever I want, so I can’t give it to you,’ you’ll beg. ‘‘Whatever it is that you have planned, you are never going to get it. I will never tell you anything’.” The succubus rolled her eyes. “You really can’t understand just how glad I am to hear that. You see, life has been… stressful… recently. And a victim to play with is just the thing to take my mind off it. I’m glad you are willing to indulge me and let me have some fun!”

The succubus reached her hand down to her left thigh, pulling out a dagger. The sharp blade angled down and she aimed it for the acolyte’s throat. The sharp-bladed tip dragged over her skin in a light touch, not piercing the skin yet… but the way she shuddered, trying to follow it with wide eyes, was unbelievably hot. When the blade reached the white robes that clung to her young, nubile breasts, Selkolla shifted it upward and then sheathed the knife temporarily. Her fingers gripped the zipper for the robe, slipping it all the way down, letting the robe fall away. She could see that the woman did not wear underwear under the robes. “No undergarments? How daring.” She laughed as she noticed the woman’s breasts. The hard nubs on her chest were already erect and sticking up. The cold air from the forest swept through, brushing over the woman’s bared skin. She shook her head. “What’s the matter… not allowed to wear undergarments in the commune? Are panties unnatural or unholy?” Selkolla sneered at her. Even as she did, though, she made a note not to wear any underwear.

Selkolla leaned down next to the woman’s right side, still chuckling as her left hand drew the blade, dragging it over the acolyte’s stomach and bringing it toward her breast. The blade touched the exposed flesh and circled up until it touched her nipple. “Poor girl. I bet that that robe must feel awful on your naked body… but don’t worry, I’ll take care of that for you.” She leered suggestively down at the acolyte. “I wonder how you people think about sex. Are you as prudish as most modern religions… or do you conform yourself against it? Have you convinced yourself that sex is liberating?” The succubus chuckled darkly as she reached down, Selkolla’s finger and thumb clamped down over the woman’s nipple, pinching hard on it. “Are you feeling liberated?”

Her victim moaned into the gag, then shook her head. It was time to get this started. “I have questions. You have answers. When I get those answers, we can be finished. Tell me… what goes on in that temple exactly? Tell me where I can find the inner chambers within. Tell me where I can find Nicia.” She leaned over the woman as she made her demands, tightening her fingers and twisting harder on her sensitive flesh until the blonde was screaming in pain under the gag… her body twisting, struggling against the ropes. Only after she finished, leaving the woman panting, did she reach down and remove the woman’s ballgag. “Answer me!”

The acolyte shook her head vehemently, still panting, trying to catch her breath. Eventually, she forced the words out. “I… can’t… We are forbidden from discussing the sacred temple or what happens inside with outsiders.” She gritted her teeth tight. Despite herself, Selkolla was a little impressed. It was more steel and restraint than Selkolla thought the fragile thing would show.

The succubus let a predatory smile spread across her face. This was going to be fun. “Oh, forbidden is it? I like forbidden things a lot. I might teach you some of the forbidden things that I know.” Her fingers slid down the woman’s body, coming to her pussy. The blonde hairs covered her mound in a soft, small blanket. Selkolla never had problems instinctively knowing the weak points of her victims. Guided by the wyrd, the succubus’s instincts led her unerringly as she inserted her middle and ring fingers into the woman, finding the more sensitive spots in her victim’s erogenous zone. She directed pressure there with her fingertips, making the blonde moan in sudden and unexpected pleasure. Selkolla’s smile widened, and her thumb traced over her clit. “Why don’t we make a game of it? Hold out of me, and I will make you wish you had never been born. Tell me what I want to know and I will let you cum instead.”

This was a well-practiced tactic for the succubus… it normally worked on most people. Humans liked pleasure more than pain. The mingled oath of pain with a promise of a denied pleasure was often enough to make them break, but so far this canary showed no indication that she was going to start singing. Perhaps the promise of pleasure was something that did not motivate her properly. The woman shook her head several times, even though her body screamed to be fucked and her pussy dripped around Selkolla’s fingers.

The succubus shook her head… Since pleasure wasn’t motivating her little bird, she would have to resort to more direct solutions. She pulled her fingers out of the blonde and licked them clean, slowly, sensually. “Too bad. You could have made this easier, you know. I guess we do it the hard way.” She balled her hand into a fist, slowly, one finger at a time and directly in the woman’s gaze… and then punched down into the woman’s stomach.

A winded gasp escaped from her lips. She coughed several times, turning her head to the side as she attempted to curl up in a ball and was unable to with how she was bound. She twisted, writhing, choking, and then she actually threw up on the forest floor. Selkolla hissed at her, wiping her shoe off with annoyance with some of the girl’s dangling hair. “Where is the daughter of Skuld? Tell me where she is, how I can find her!” she demanded again. Her hand slapped across the woman’s face, brutally hard. Her forward hand smacked into the left cheek and her backhand crashed down against her right cheek an instant later.

The woman shook as she stared up at Selkolla. She was in pain and scared but she clearly didn’t want to tell the woman anything. Selkolla wasn’t sure if she was stupid, loyal, or just more afraid of the head of the church than the succubus, but she was going to fix that. Squeezing her hands into fists in her anger as she loomed over the woman, Selkolla stepped back and kicked the woman in the side. Selkolla wasn’t feeling especially subtle today, or like holding back… she had been so helpless recently, and any chance to make herself feel powerful and in control once more was desperately needed. Lifting one hand, she drove her fist into one of her victim’s tits.

The blonde howled in pain as the succubus punched her breast as hard as she could, as hard as mere muscle could allow while her collar restricted her magic. Her fist smashed against her left breast next and the stupid bitch cried out in pain, whimpering like a pathetic little whore at the agony of the punch and hating herself for it. "You can either be a useful source of information or a punching bag,” Selkolla promised. “Your choice.”

She slammed her hand down again at the same time her other hand resumed its place inside of her cunt, slowly pumping and grinding away as she began rapidly beating her fists into the blonde’s breasts with rapid punches. Restrained in the ropes, all the captive young woman could do was hang there in place, letting out grunts and cries as her cunt proclaimed its need even while her lovely tits were treated like meat in need of tenderizing by the monstrous woman. Each time her fist connected, the hard impact made soft, vulnerable tit-flesh bounce and jiggle freely. Selkolla knew that only about half of her sounds were from the pain… even being beaten, the level of pleasure her fingers could bring to her unwilling victim was insanely distracting. The succubus could make her cum like this, twitch and writhe in ecstasy even as her breasts were turned into black and blue lumps. It would be so humiliating for her, and it wouldn’t even be difficult. As appealing as that was, however, it would go against what she threatened the woman with… so as her victim got close to cumming, Selkolla took a break from brutally beating her tits to flash her fist against the woman’s face instead.

The blonde’s head snapped back, dazed and half-maddened, and at the same time Selkolla twisted her clit. She was too breathless to scream, but her whole body rippled in agonized contractions, her eyes rolling back and her jaw going a bit slack. “Wake up, bitch!” she snapped before delivering another volley of blows to the unknown girl’s breasts, her fists a blur as she brutally beat the stubborn, resisting slut. Each heavy blow of her fists made her gag while blood and tears flowed readily down her arrogant, pretty face and stained her bright blonde hair as she was beaten, Selkolla treating the whore like nothing but a fat-fitted target dummy for her fists.

She did this until she was tired. Normally a succubus would be able to go for hours like this… physical activity was nearly tireless for her. Now after just a few minutes she was tired and breathless. Angrboda would laugh herself sick at how pathetic her daughter had become, how large a letdown her weapon was. The blonde slut hung there in the ropes as she tried to catch her breath, sobbing weakly and sniffling like a pathetic piece of street meat. "You crying now?” Selkolla mocked viciously. “This too rough for you?” The demoness stood up and went back to the fire, grabbing the poker with its end glowing red hot. She brandished it, letting her see the smoking end as she approached the vulnerable woman menacingly. “I’m beginning to grow impatient, you arrogant child,” she whispered furiously. “If you don’t tell me what I want to know, this is going someplace you don’t want it to go.” To demonstrate, she lightly touched the end of it to the woman’s bare left thigh.

A sizzle emitted as the poker branded the girl on the thigh, and the acolyte screamed in pain. “PLEASE! STOP! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!!”

Selkolla smiled, and dropped the poker to smolder on the forest floor. “Yes… yes you will,” she said, dropping to her knees between the blonde’s legs. She opened her mouth, and brought it down on the woman’s pretty little pussy, pushing her tongue momentarily inside of her before licking it once over her clit. “Now… tell me… or I’ll see how hard it is to bite this little nub off…”

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Less than an hour later, Selkolla strode confidently through the compound wearing the blonde girl - Samantha’s - face, her glamours covering what little of her the white robe did not. The pretty blonde was currently tied up in the trunk of a car… Selkolla would dump her in the bad part of town on the way out. For now, her existence was an excellent disguise.

With everything she learned from her captive, Selkolla was able to pass through the doors to the inner chambers of the temple building without issue. Back here, the place more closely resembled an office complex and a dormitory than a place of worship, but Nicia’s chambers turned out to be empty. There were, according to her very cooperative captive, only two other places the woman was likely to be found. If she wasn’t in her room, then she was either in her offices or the inner sanctum… the smaller, more private chapel that the inner circle did their rituals within. Eliminating the office was easy - it was well labeled, and unfortunately empty, which meant she needed to make her way to the smaller temple.

It was, unfortunately, slow going to make her way to the inner sanctum without being stopped. While she was allowed back here, moving around towards the inner sanctum without a reason was still suspicious, and there were far more guards around here than a genuine temple should have… far, far more than the succubus cared for. With careful timing and luck however, she managed to find her way through and into the inner sanctum to where her target would be, stepping inside… and laying eyes on Nicia for the first time.

Selkolla knew that the youngest daughter of Skuld wasn’t actually a young woman but she looked like one… young enough that someone should know better than to think such thoughts about her and beautiful enough not to care… Nicia looked absolutely ravishing. Her mother’s divine heredity shone through in her smooth skin, sharp features, and dark hair that seemed to swallow the light. When she looked up to see Selkolla, still in Sam’s face, her eyes looked larger than human, beautiful and innocent and kind. She wore a dark green robe unlike the others in the compound, embroidered with gold and green thread in the shape of leaves, and she was absolutely gorgeous. There was power beyond authority coming from her as well… a sense of metaphysical weight that the demon could just barely detect with her collar-muted senses. It would leave her stronger, quicker, more durable than a normal human, her fae blood giving her abilities beyond the normal. It might even make her smarter, give her some resistance to magic…

But Selkolla had been born for this. Collar or no collar, holy ground or no, there wasn’t a man or woman born that desired her that she could not have. If the Gods couldn’t resist her, then what chance did this childish tart have?

The collar burned painfully as Selkolla reached deep inside of her and pushed… and she was rewarded when the woman in front of her gasped, Nicia’s eyes widening. With a lustful, casual stride, she sashayed over to the woman, hips and ass dancing from side to side in a blatantly suggestive way. She turned up her seductive powers, letting her pheromones drift into the air, pressing harder… and she felt it when that power met her attraction and connected. Their information was good, it seemed… Nicia did prefer the company of women.

That attraction was her doom… the moment someone decided they wanted Selkolla, there was no one in the nine realms capable of resisting her beauty. Such was mother’s magic: every nagging thought that she shouldn’t be here, every bit of concern or paranoia, every trace that something was wrong… none of it could find purchase on the woman’s mind anymore as she closed in, Nicia’s eyes following her raptly as Selkolla gave a seductive smile. Her fingers reached over to touch the green robe she wore, fingers tracing over the fabric. “Forgive my intrusions sister… but you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on…”

Nicia swallowed hard. The actual words that Selkolla spoke didn’t matter… only the intention, the magic, behind them did. With her seduction turned up to eleven and laying on the power her mother gave her this thick, there was no way that the buxom beauty could say no… And lucky for Selkolla, she didn’t. Nicia even stuttered when she first spoke, the adorable little thing. “Hel-l-lo. Oh, my goddess, you are the most heavenly thing I have laid eyes on…” She held out her hand to Selkolla.

Taking the woman’s hand in her own, she was able to have a more direct influence over her, and their connection became positively electric to the succubus. “Nicia… Perhaps there is somewhere more private that we can get to know each other?” Selkolla leaned in closer, letting her hot breath brush over Nicia’s ear. A visible shudder coursed down the woman’s body. She visibly gulped down her words and simply nodded rapidly, though her legs didn’t move. Nicia only managed to be urged into motion when Selkolla tugged on her hand. It was good that the succubus knew where her chambers were because the woman walked in so much of a daze that there was no prayer that she could lead them anywhere. Instead, the demoness lead her by the hand, back to her bed chambers, and away from prying eyes.

Once they were in private Selkolla didn’t waste time. Her hands moved smoothly over the other woman’s shoulders, letting the robe she wore come off them and drop quickly to the floor. The daughter of the ancient fae was naked beneath it, her succulent, beautiful body now laid bare before Selkolla like a feast waiting to be consumed. The beautiful pitch black hair cascaded down to her shoulders in curly locks, and her wide brown eyes were so dilated with pheromones and lust that they were nearly black as they stared into Selkolla’s with eager anticipation. The excitement showed on her body too. Her nipples were already hard and excited and her pussy dripped her lust down her inner thighs.

The idiot.

Selkolla pushed her down onto the bed and climbed over top of her. The woman didn’t resist… the demoness couldn’t even tell if her conscious mind was aware of what was happening to her. Her animal brain, her raw need, was overwhelming her rational thought completely, taking away any ability for doubt or caution to even occur to her. Her legs scissored between the woman’s own, pressing her pussy right up against the half-faerie’s mound. A slow, deliberate grind started as Selkolla pushed forward, pressing her sex down against Nicia’s pussy lips, rubbing against her in an erotic dance of seduction as she continued to stare right into the other woman’s eyes.

The half mortal woman, the priestess of the temple, had absolutely no idea what had hit her. The pheromones and emotions overwhelmed her into clay in the succubus’s hands, the way that her master should have been. Nicia rocked against the bucking motions, eagerly thrusting her hips back. Her eyes were wild with excitement, her fingers splayed across her green bed sheets, gripping into them. Before long she was arching her back, throwing her head into the pillow and crying out with a long, loud moan of pleasure. Her body shaking from an earth-shattering orgasm.

The orgasm hit the demon like she had just injected cocaine into her veins. It was sweet energy, life itself, and it made her long for nothing more than to rip this slut’s throat out with her teeth, feel her big death to follow the little one. Instead, she pulled on the thread of that orgasm, drawing more of it and the life energy that came with it, into herself. Sliding down the bed, Selkolla placed her hands onto the woman’s thighs, forcing them apart. She leaned her head down, putting her tongue to work between those legs.

Selkolla’s tongue dipped into the sweet nectar, licking through the pink folds and tasting the liquid desire… and the succubus was delighted to find that she tasted worthy of her heritage. Her flavor was not that of a common mortal whore, like the blonde earlier had been… no, this was absolutely Skuld’s daughter, and a hint of her mother’s power tickled Selkolla’s tongue, urging her to consume it whole. Pressing her hands down onto Nicia’s stomach, she kept her in place. Selkolla’s tongue danced through her pussy lips, licking and lapping at her pussy to bring her closer to another orgasm. It was too easy. Nicia gripped her hands into Selkolla’s hair, tension through every bit of her body as she cried with need while the succubus pressed her face hard between her legs. Her hips eagerly bucked up to meet the demon’s tongue. She let out a passionate cry as she orgasmed once more, exploding on Selkolla’s face as her sweet wetness coated the succubus's lips and chin.

Again, Selkolla began to lick. The other woman actually tried to push her away from her oversensitive clit but her efforts were pathetic and easily ignored. She licked and sucked and lapped and nibbled and the woman erupted again… more thrashing, more moans, and more of that adrenal rush of utter pleasure through the succubus, again and again. Each time, though, Nicia’s reaction was weaker. Each time she seemed more determined in her resistance, some inkling that something was wrong peeking through… but each time Nicia was weaker as well, that resistance mattering even less. Selkolla was draining her dry, leeching strength and vitality from her in a way she wished to all the aesir and vanir and jotun and monsters she could do to her Master, and each time Nicia got a little more helpless, a little closer to death. She could kill her like this, she knew… it was how Baldur had died. The invincible man, whimpering his way through his final orgasms until there was nothing special about him whatsoever… until when her teeth found his throat and she tasted his blood he was like any other man. Compared to him, Nicia would die with barely a ripple.

Instead, when she was dazed and senseless and unmoving on the bed, Selkolla stopped. She pulled her head away from the half-faerie’s pussy, giggling as she walked back to retrieve her own robe, the illusion falling away to reveal the succubus beneath it. A syringe waited inside it, filled with drugs to make sure the dazed woman would not be waking from her helpless, mindless state until they were long gone. Walking with none of the sexuality in her gait now, she stepped in front of the oblivious priestess, clamped a hand down on the half-faerie’s mouth, and pushed the iron needle into her neck. There was a sharp sizzling sound and a flash of light, and Selkolla winced but squeezed the plunger as quickly as she could. It was a testament to how tired and weak Nicia was that she barely even jumped as her skin was impaled on iron, and Selkolla could effortlessly keep her still with one hand. “Shh, it's all over now, princess. He has you now, too. You are going to help me… and him… get what he wants.” The woman’s eyes lit up one last time, a tiny bit of clarity coming into them as they saw the demon’s eyes staring into hers. Then the sedative took over, and she passed out.

From there, it was easy. Selkolla took on Nicia’s form, packed the woman into a suitcase, and summoned some of the guards. It pleased her to have one of the guards who should have been responsible for protecting the priestess be the one who had to lift the heavy suitcase, taking it out to the car that she had called for. Then “Nicia” stepped into the vehicle, told the other green-robed woman who asked that she had business to attend to and would be back in a few days, and then disappeared into the evening light without a trace.

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Everything was going quite well. A quick drive to switch into the far less ostentatious vehicle that she had brought, and then Selkolla dumped this one in a bad part of town where a vehicle this nice would get stolen or stripped in hours. She left sexy blonde Samantha tied up in the backseat, and by the time she walked away she noticed a few people already taking notice of her. She suspected that the woman would be filled with cock within minutes, and the car torn apart for what made it valuable in just a little more time. It was only justice… that was what Max was doing to her, after all. Why should anyone else get to escape?

After getting rid of anything that might draw attention to her, Selkolla turned to her passed out prize and took her back to the small, secluded home Max had rented miles and miles away from the compound… and the moment she was back there, her work was finished. The rest of the plan was in Max’s hands, off in South America. She didn’t need to do anything else but sit back and pass the time… but why should she do that when she had a perfect good toy to play with and for what might be the only opportunity she had for the rest of Max’s life no one was around to make sure she was miserable. She could feel like herself, if only for a little bit. Before when she had been nice and given her orgasms, that was the trickery part. She was now in full sadist mode. After all the pain that had been inflicted on her by her captor and mistress, she wanted to work out her frustrations.

A little bit of screaming was in order.

The house they had rented was far enough away from anything that the only way they would be discovered would be by pure coincidence… no one was going to hear anything out here. It wasn’t exactly run down or anything but it was certainly old. Selkolla had Nicia bound up on the old wrought iron bed with a ratty, worn-out mattress laying on top of it, the half-fae just beginning to stir… so Selkolla clamped the woman’s pretty new collar around her neck. It matched her own, enslaving her just as thoroughly. The only difference between them was that this one had a chain attaching it to the iron bed.

The reaction was immediate. For Selkolla, the Muspelheim iron collar grounded out her magic and caused her some pain when she tried to draw on it or her monstrous nature was put into question. Other than that though, it was just a piece of metal around her neck. Unlike Selkolla, the beauty bound up on the bed had fae blood running through her. She came awake screaming, her skin making a sharp sizzling noise. Fae reacted very badly to iron… it crippled them, causing them severe pain. True iron would have likely caught fire from the contact. Muspelheim iron didn’t cause quite as much pain as Midgar’s iron, but it didn’t burn either… it would stay there, forcing her to endure the pain forever.

“AGGHHH!” she screamed, thrashing. Nicia reached up to try to get the collar off of her, but it burned her fingers the second she touched the iron to try and pull it off and she accomplished nothing. “Get this fucking thing off of me!” She wailed, struggling on the old bed. Her body contorted on the surface of it as she tried to get free from the pain. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her neck tugged on the chain that held her to the bed.

Shaking her head, Selkolla tsked. “Oh no. Not taking that off of you, pretty little thing. You’ll be wearing that for the rest of your life, I expect…” She wasn’t wearing any illusions anymore, her true form on full display. She leaned down, looming over her. “Welcome to my hell, slut.” The succubus reached for a wooden paddle she had stored in a box near the bed that contained a whole arrangement of fun items she thought she would need to torture this poor soul. This particular paddle had studs in it… steel studs. Selkolla came over to the fae on the bed, raising the paddle up and bringing it crashing down on the bound girl’s ass cheeks. A loud smack echoed out from the impact, leaving a pink print on her cheek and bringing a flash of light where the iron touched her. It left burn scars that appeared a few moments later where the studs had touched her, and heat radiated off the paddle as Nicia screamed again. “Oh, look at that!” she said, purring. “That is such a pretty pattern, isn’t it? Do you like pain, little slut?”

She swung her paddle again, hitting Nicia's ass even harder. This time the strike made her jump from the bed mattress, her body reacting without thinking. She ended up writhing on the bed, trying to crawl away without hands and knees into a position away from the pain… but there was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Selkolla swung again, striking her ass with a resounding crack. Nicia whimpered when she felt it, the sound almost lost in the sharp snapof the iron reacting with the fae-blooded girl. Her eyes filled with tears as her bound hands moved like desperate claws, digging her fingers into the ratty mattress, tearing into the fabric. Her nails wern't sharp enough to cut deep, but the mattress was so old that it easily tore in her desperation. “Please! Stop this! I will give you anything you want!”

That was an interesting proposal to Selkolla. She smirked, striking the fae again and noting the licks of flames darkening the wood as the iron began to catch fire, burning away the wood behind it. She struck Nicia again for good measure. “Oh? Anything sounds like fun, but it's hardly creative. Where would my imagination wander?” She tapped the paddle lightly against her ass cheeks this time. It wasn’t hard like last time, but the real pain wasn’t from the impact… it was the iron, and that alone was enough to make the woman wince. “What, specifically, will you do to entertain me, instead of continuing with this?”

Nicia turned her head, looking over her shoulder. The naked brunette had mascara running down her face. Wide eyed, it took long seconds for Nicia to put her thoughts together enough to form words. “I… I have money! I’ll give it to you. My car… Jewelry! It’s yours, you can have it!” She gulped as she felt that paddle over her ass cheek again; even the lightest touch of iron was agony.

Selkolla laughed. “All your money?” she asked, smiling. “Every cent in the temple’s bank account?” Nicia wasn’t a member of the Oathpact, but she was at least partly fae… for her, promises were even more binding that Selkolla’s were. If she made a promise, it was as good as done… the fae couldn’t get out of it no matter how hard she tried. The pretty brunette nodded her head several times, sniffling. Her tears fell down onto the stained mattress. “I promise that, if you release me, I will sign over every cent I have access to,” she pleaded, breathing heavily, looking over her shoulder at Selkolla.

Selkolla smirked… her recent stupidity had taught her a thing or two. “Ah, I see. So all the money is in your Mother’s name, then. Woooooorthless,” she mocked, raising the paddle back into the air and smashing it down hard over Nicia’s ass. Those ass cheeks brightened again, burning red from the swift sting, and the paddle actually burst into flames, making the succubus laugh as she batted it out on the mattress.

“OWW! I promised!” Nicia squealed out in pain, crawling forward on the bed as much as she could while bound hand and foot. Her legs slid forward, attempting to get away from the paddle. Her knees and legs almost twisted as she writhed. She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks, and her black mascara looked an absolute mess on her face.

The succubus sat on the bed next to Nicia. “Oh, I know you did. Unfortunately, you bargain with worthless coin… and I know it.” She didn’t mention that she had her own obligations that prevented her from setting the faerie free… it was fun to get her hopes up. So, what else will you promise me?” She reached under Nicia, putting her fingers over the woman’s breasts. She pinched hard on those nipples, twisting to where it felt like she would tear them off.

“What do you want?!” She screamed out. Nicia’s body attempted to curl into a fetal position to protect her stomach and breasts, but the succubus had a firm grasp on those nipples. She turned and twisted them viciously.

Selkolla licked her lips, and a mischievous thought occurred to her. “How about you tell me where your mother is,” she asked. That information might help her master… if she surprised him, maybe she could get some small mercy. She doubted that sadist would give her much, but even a tiny shred would be something. If she was to be a slave, she would far rather be a useful tool and pet than an abused, hated cumdumpster.

Nicia shook her head and screamed as the paddle found her again. “I don’t know!” she swore. “I don’t know, I don’t know, please don’t hurt me…”

Selkolla sighed. Pathetic. As if this bitch had anything useful to give up. The succubus tossed down the scorched and dying paddle as she moved back over to her box of toys, rummaging through it and pulling out a sizeable strap-on dildo. The toy looked way too big to fit into Nicia’s pussy, or anyone else's. More like a vanity gift than something that was intended to feel good inside of a woman. Unfortunately for Selkolla, Max wasn’t the kind to care. Unfortunately for Nicia, neither was she. “Please! I’ll do anything! I promise you anything! I’ll give you everything that you want! You’re not supposed to hurt me any more!” The fae struggled against her chain, but the more she did the more the mythical iron burned into the soft flesh of her neck.

Selkolla strapped the dildo across her hips and got onto the bed behind the noirette. Her hands smacked across the red cheeks of her ass, trying to land on the highest concentration of burn marks she could find, and she grabbed hold of the faerie’s wide hips. She jerked Nicia back on the bed, pulling her up and back into a doggy style position. The head of that overly large dildo prodded between Nicia’s legs, rubbing against her pussy. “So… you’ve been very greedy so far,” the succubus teased. “All those orgasm I gave you, and you haven’t repaid the favor even once. I think it’s time we do something about that… don’t you?”

“NO! NO! NO! It’s too big! What do I have to promise to get you not to hurt me? I’ll do anything!” Nicia was desperate to get away from the pain she was feeling. Her neck burned like the sun right now and her ass cheeks stung. Her sensitive nipples felt raw from how hard the succubus had twisted them. She only wanted to be free from the pain.

The succubus moved her hand between Nicia’s thighs, stroking her fingers over those damp pussy lips. “Do you think I can fuck you hard enough that I can make myself cum that way?” the succubus mused. “I’d have to ram you hard to get enough vibrations.” To add emphasis to this, she rubbed the head of that enormous dildo over Nicia’s pussy. It was a threat of things that were still to come. “Or do you think I’ll have to crawl onto your face once I’m done?”

With a whimpering sob, Nicia put her head down. “Please… just let me lick you. I’ll be good. I’m good at it, I swear I am!” the priestess sniffled, crying because she was beginning to realize that it was hopeless. Burying her head into the stained mattress, Nicia cried into the dirty fabric. The smell of alcohol and weeks old sex emanated from it, and Selkolla could only imagine how dirty she felt being on it… the succubus felt filthy enough being in her position. Regardless, her attention shifted when she felt the head of that enormous plastic toy spreading her pussy lips apart, gasping. “Noooo!!!” She screamed out as the large head penetrated her pussy lips. Her eyes went wide in horror. The pain of that too large cock ripping through her insides. Her pussy clung tightly to the member, but not to welcome it inside. Her silky walls desperately attempted to push the head of that dildo out of her.

Selkolla took no mercy on the little whore. She kept a firm grip on Nicia’s hips and thrust forward rapidly to rape the poor woman on the bed. Like a woman possessed, she slammed that hard toy into the woman repeatedly, fucking her hard and fast… determined to fuck her harder yet than Max had raped her. Nicia screamed in pain as her tight little pussy got torn wider by the thickness of the hard plastic cock. The member was utterly unyielding, nowhere near as forgiving as a real cock would have been as Selkolla rammed it against her dark haired girl’s cervix. She yelped out in pain, struggling to get away, crying for her mother. “I’m sorry mother! Forgive me! Help me!” she sobbed while the succubus raped her on the dirty bed. “Skuld! Skuld! Skuld! Answer me!”

Selkolla smirked. “That won’t work,” she purred. “Now with that collar on you. No magic for you… not even the simplest kinds.” The springs squeaked loudly and the bed shook from the force as she raped her with deep strokes. The demoness had almost the full length of the toy buried deep in the faerie. She rammed it forward hard, breaking into the woman like she was stabbing her rather than fucking her. Nicia screamed out, and Selkolla kept going, laughing to herself. “You’re lucky I didn’t have an iron dildo,” she said with a pleased little laugh. “But Mistress Astrid is a blacksmith… I’m sure she could whip up something suitable for you.”

Selkolla rammed and rammed and rammed and rammed as hard as she could, slamming into the slut until the succubus was frustratingly winded yet again. Instead of letting it get to her, however, she simply pulled out of the stupid little faerie girl and grabbed her by the hair, moving to sit on her face instead. After all, she thought as she settled her dripping wet cunt onto the sobbing priestess’s mouth, if she lacked her supernatural stamina and needed to wait to recover, there were at least ways that she could make the best of it…

End of chapter 6
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@John_F_Drake
What a great story. I've always enjoyed fantasy stories, but nothing as hot and varied as this one.
And the way he humiliates his victim while simultaneously satisfying his own desires is almost unique.

Long may her asshole last.

[John_F_Drake]

@Blue Thank you Blue! Very kind words!

[John_F_Drake]

Chapter 7 - Unprotected

The black SUV coasted to a stop on the gravel of the construction site's parking lot. Max pulled the parking brake for the SUV before he stepped out. This close to the edge of the bluff, he didn’t trust the cheap labor they had going on here with the stability and even construction to keep his car intact. The temple here, just North of Belo Horizonte in Brazil, was well and truly under construction… and if his information was good, that meant that Skuld’s daughter Estrid should be here. The complex here was very large, and the forest around it even larger, but he did have at least one benefit… there were so many people moving around the construction site that he didn’t stand out much. He certainly wasn’t the only white guy here.

Max shuffled to the back of his SUV and opened the trunk, then pressed a button built into the floorboard to open it and reveal the assortment of items that he had hidden. The compartment contained all the tools that he needed to do his job, but right now he just wanted the backpack with the essentials… cuffs, gags, chloroform, and the collar. He also made sure to check that his pistol was still secure in its sheath at the small of his back. He didn’t much like using firearms in his job, but it was occasionally necessary, and down in the jungle animal attacks were possible even if guards never got involved.

Max clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, considering his next steps as he slung the backpack over one shoulder. The first thing he had to do was to figure out how to find this target. People were everywhere and heavy equipment was moving around… it was far too busy to just grab her here, which also meant that he needed to figure out a way to get some privacy.

Normally, if he were told a target he had to acquire was out in the middle of the woods he would have considered it an advantage… but here it was shaping up to be a major problem. She was in the middle of the woods, but she certainly wasn’t alone: the area was crammed full of staff, construction workers, and all kinds of laborers hard at work to make something from nothing. Every single one of them was a potential witness or source of interference.

The Luminous Branch was constructing a new temple and compounds for their growing cult. It made sense, he supposed. If you were a nature worshiping sect then there was a lot more to work with here. The more people believed, the more money and resources would be willingly thrown at the cult… and more people would be willing to do anything for them. The more of those they got, the easier it would be to grow further… a virtuous cycle, at least for the cult. Idiots that sought salvation were so gullible with their money. They would throw it all away if they thought they could be saved in the afterlife.

Max didn’t believe any of that shit. He hadn’t quite come to terms yet with the supernatural things he had seen, but even so, he still wasn’t sure he believed that there was any kind of afterlife waiting for him or that salvation was possible. Even if it was, it was probably too late for him… what’s done was done, and he was going to live the life he was good at.

Max chuckled under his breath. He leaned against a tree and looked around, taking in the people who were working… looking for opportunities. He watched the workers as they built, dressed simply in green clothing to blend in with the forest. These people had obviously been put to work by their church, or temple, or commune. Whatever the hell they called it, Max recognized a damn cult when he saw it. They thought they were doing holy work, when all it did was make someone else rich.

Of course it didn’t help that they were following a person who, supposedly, had once been able to tell the future. He wasn’t sure he believed that, but if so the power had truly faded. If she was really able to see the future still, she would have known what Max was trying to do here… so any power she once possessed had faded with time, or something else had weakened her.

Either way, it didn’t really matter… a job was a job. He would get her just like he got Selkolla and have her say the words to bind herself.

There was too much activity in the forest for Max to move into the compound. He would have to wait for now. Observing them from afar would give him time to see what they did and how they moved. Max would rather not kill anyone unless he absolutely needed to. There were a few people around who looked like they were guards, and they were all but certainly armed, but not as many as he had expected… the church was clearly more concerned with safeguarding their wealth and secrets than their people.

Max took refuge in the treeline, unseen and just watching people move… observing the encampment. He had arrived too early, it appeared. It took several hours for the workers to finally lose daylight and start putting away their tools and equipment. Many of them headed for dormitories, but far more of them seemed to be leaving the site, going elsewhere and leaving it a shell of itself. Most of the workers got onto ATVs or back to the gravel lot full of cars and drove off out of the forest. Thankfully, not everyone left, so Max’s car didn’t stand out in the parking lot as being left behind. Even better, there was still some daylight to work with. Max raised a pair of binoculars to his face and looked at the housing unit, watching a few people walking around the dormitory units… and one of them stuck out like a sore thumb.

The woman with long blonde hair was gorgeous. She was wearing the green robes that appeared to be customary for the higher ups in the temple and was absolutely stunning, a diamond shining in a pile of stone. She had a body that was seemingly custom-built to attract the eye and seemed to glow with almost lustful energy with every movement, even when no one was watching her. Her hair seemed to glitter in the light as the woman looked over the grounds, inspecting the area and the day of construction that took place. Even sight unseen, Max had absolutely no doubts in his mind… that was Estrid.

After her inspection, she went back into the same building she had been in. Her room in the compound was a bit separate from the others, no doubt the privileges of rank… but that benefited him as well. Max waited for the rest of the light to slowly die. The men and women took a meal together at last light before everyone returned to their beds, leaving the forest… well, not quiet. This near-rainforest probably couldn’t be quiet for anything, but it did go still, and no people moved.

Max screwed a silencer onto his pistol. He disliked this, but it wouldn’t be his first hostile extraction if it came to that. Hopefully it wouldn’t be necessary, but one way or the other he was leaving with that blonde. The guards were around the periphery of the camp, but Max had been watching them for a while now… they were more concerned with smoking and drinking than their rounds. They did a half-hearted patrol every half hour or so and he just waited until the last one went by him before he slipped into the camp in that guard’s wake, leaving them none the wiser as he moved between two buildings. Making his way to the building that was isolated from the others, Max tried the door… unlocked. He grinned… Estrid was inside, sleeping the sleep of the wealthy and secure, safe in the knowledge that men with weapons guarded her rest. False confidence. Max slid inside quietly, looking around… his eyes well-adjusted to the dim light creeping in through the windows. The building was still… it didn’t seem like there was anyone else inside it. The space had the feel of temporary living quarters… the furniture was cheap and rugged, and there were boxes set up with clothing and a large bed off in the corner of the room.

Max turned and locked the door behind him, the way she should have in the first place. No one else would disturb them for the evening. Max put the backpack down, digging out a simple collar and leash from it. He took his time to remove the clothes from his body… pulling his shirt off over his muscular form. This whole thing had to go smoothly… he didn’t want to be wrestling with his clothing after she was awake. As he stripped, pulling his belt off, Max’s gaze fell on the sleeping figure of the blonde on the bed. Her hair had an almost golden luster to it and she looked peaceful in her sleep, smiling softly as she hugged a pillow. She must have fallen asleep quickly after she came in here to be completely still by now, in deep sleep already. Max let his pants drop down to the floor around his ankles, his boxers already straining against the size of his growing erection as he stepped over to the bed, grabbed the bed sheet, and slowly, very gently, tugged it down her body.

Max was pleasantly surprised to find that Estrid slept in the nude. As the blanket came away, her beautiful figure came into view in the soft glow of what light came in through the shades. She had large, firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity even on her side, with a slightly puffy areola and perky nipples resting neatly at the center. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a nice little V pattern that pointed down to her sex like an arrow, or perhaps a treasure map. Her back, however, looked perfectly normal and human. Max couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. When he had been told that she was part faerie he had been visualizing wings or something. He had been looking forward to seeing that exotic beauty. Instead, she just looked like a woman. A gorgeous one, certainly… but still just a woman.

After Selkolla, he was beginning to wonder if all of these women would be a disappointment to him in some way. Then again, perhaps his standards were just too high and he was being silly. She was easily one of the most lovely women he had ever laid eyes on, and the security here made the hunt challenging in its own way… and it was only the prelude to the actual hunt for her mother. He needed to keep his eyes on the ball and stop getting distracted by the idea of being let down by what he had expected. Right now, it was time to teach this pretty thing a harsh lesson on the logic of always locking your doors.

Max moved all at once. He struck out, bringing his hand down onto her mouth to stop her from screaming as he stared intently down at her. The girl’s eyes shot open wide, and she immediately screamed, the sound muffled by his hand to almost nothing. Her hands came up to wrap around his wrist, but Max shook his head a few times, smirking. “The others in the compound are already asleep and won’t wake up for a long time. No one is coming to help you, little slut. You became my slave the moment you stepped into this room alone.”

His right hand moved across her chest as he spoke. The palm cupped over her left breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple. Those fingers glided over her taut stomach and down toward her soft peach fuzz blonde hairs that guided him to the promised land between her legs. His fingers curled over her sex, teasing her pussy lips with a light touch and she squirmed more aggressively. “Now, you and I are going to make a bargain. You are going to make me an oath to be my slave, and in return, I will promise to stop hurting you… for the night.”

Max smiled down at her. “Now, I know what you’re thinking, little slut,” he said as he stared down into her wide, panicked eyes. “An eternity of slavery for one night of mercy? Doesn’t seem like a fair trade. But you’re looking at it all wrong, little faeling.” His fingers grabbed onto her clit and squeezed, making his palm vibrate with her muted scream far more harshly. “It’s not intended to be an even trade. It’s payment, from a supplicant to her master. Trust me, slut. You’re going to want to keep me happy, otherwise I can be quite rough.” He glared at her, even though he was smiling on the inside… it was important to make the right first impression. “So, how about it? Do you swear you will be my slave?”

The blonde woman, Estrid, stared up at him. Her eyes were clearly terrified, but not broken… she shook her head ferociously, continuing to tug at his wrist, trying to get his hand off her mouth, trying to scream. Max enjoyed the spirit, but the fear in her eyes… it made his cock hard as stone, and told him that she was nowhere near as strong as she pretended to be. This little half-faerie rich girl slut was his for the taking… it just required a bit of the right leverage.

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” he told her, shaking his head. “But at least I get to have my fun.” He pulled his fingers from her cunt and reached down over the side of the bed, opening the small box he had taken off his belt and bringing up one shining needle. “I’ve been told the sort of effect this will have,” he told her, letting her see the steel needle as he held it up and enjoying the way her struggles intensified. “But you know what they say… seeing is believing.”

And slowly, so that she could appreciate every inch, he drove the needle into her right breast.

Max picked a spot right below the nipple, where her tit was the thickest and the needle had plenty of room to work with. The moment he pushed it against her skin the woman howled into his hand, and only his hand crushing that scream in the crib stopped it from waking the whole damn jungle. On contact the needle seemed to glow, shining enough light that it was like a lantern in the room, clearly illuminating her body for him in the darkness… the better to see her obvious anguish. By the time the needle was halfway in it was noticeably hot and he hurried to embed the rest of it before it burned him. Then he pulled his hand away and watched with curious eyes as the needle caught fire inside of her, making her scream and scream as it burned away, tiny licks of flame rising from the minuscule wound like the jet of a lighter. She screeched and thrashed and jerked and fought him as her tit practically cooked from the inside out, the needle burning away for long, hypnotic minutes as Max watched. She screamed silently into his gagging grip and her hand tried to grab onto the needle… only to flinch away the moment her fingers touched it, unable to get a grip.

It took maybe five minutes for the iron to burn away entirely, and by the time it was finished Estrid wasn’t screaming anymore… just mewling into his hand pathetically. The needle was gone… the wound cauterized shut so completely he couldn’t even tell exactly where it had been besides somewhere in the reddened burn mark that blighted her skin. “It’s funny,” he said calmly. “There’s almost no trace of it left. No injury. No sign of it at all.” He slowly reached down to the box and brought it up and into sight, revealing more than a hundred such needles. “Means I could keep doing this forever. Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to be my slave?”

Estrid’s eyes were wide as saucers as she stared at the needles. There was no defiance in those eyes now… the kiss of iron inside her had been more than enough to remove that resistance. She nodded her head quickly, almost frantically, her eyes never leaving the box of needles. Max very slowly moved his hand away from her mouth but kept his fingers pressed down over her throat as he did so she was unable to move far and so he was ready to choke off a scream at a moment’s notice. She sucked in a gasp of air, her fingers still lightly smoking on her limp hands. “Yes. Yes, please… don’t use those needles on me… not again. Promise me you won’t, and I promise you I’ll be your slave…”

That wasn’t quite the bargain he had offered her, but Max didn’t mind that. Letting her think she was getting a tiny bit over him wasn’t a problem, not when the end result was just what he wanted. The look of fear in her eyes told Max everything he needed to know… She was truly afraid of him now, but there was something else. That fear turned into a desperation to please, a quest for mercy similar to what he had seen of Selkolla. Her body recognized her helplessness, and was fighting to preserve itself over her dignity or freedom.

Max could tell that she would be a good slut for him. Her nipples hardened on her chest, the soft nubs perked right up to point toward the ceiling. Her breathing became heavier. He nodded his head to the blonde girl and removed his hand from her throat. He reached down, put down the needles, and instead of grabbing the Muspelheim iron collar he grabbed a black leather one, closing it around her neck. The collar had a D ring at the front that allowed the leash to be attached and he pulled that out of the bag next, tugging on it, pulling her head up from the bed. “Good slut.” He complimented her. His lips moved over top of her own, kissing her harshly on the lips.

Estrid seemed to melt into him. The blonde girl, the younger of the two sisters, had clearly never been treated with such ferocity before. Any previous lovers must have always been gentle with her, treating the rich, holy woman like she was a treasure… not a piece of meat the way he did. Her oath, already given, was clearly beginning to trigger what passed for a submissive side in the faerie girl… Her legs spread out on the bed before he thought she even realized she’d done it. Damp dewy droplets of excitement dripped from her pussy onto the bed sheets, her body preparing itself for its master regardless of what her mind said it wanted.

“First rule,” Max whispered against her lips as he continued to kiss her, his right hand moving behind her head to capture her hair. “You don’t make a sound until I say otherwise. Not a single sound, you understand me?” His fingers tugged backward, forcing her head to tilt back. She opened her mouth to let out a little gasp but no sound came with it as her throat was exposed, and Max moved his lips over the soft nape of her neck. He kissed her soft, succulent skin, impossibly supple and smooth and silky beneath his lips. His left hand palmed over her breast, pulling and tugging against her nipple. Estrid, clearly overwhelmed and confused and terrified, didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she rested them against the strong biceps of the man who took possession of her.

There was no denying that this had turned out easier than Max had feared. Despite everything, the guards, her wealth, her followers, the isolation… despite all of it, Estrid was his now. The woman was bending to his every whim and he could do anything he wanted to her, so he had already decided he was going to push his luck even further and ravish her right here on this bed, in the middle of her camp among all her followers and worshipers. His left hand caressed down her stomach and went down between her legs. Two fingers curled between her soft pussy lips, forcing themselves into her damp cunt. “You like that, slut? Your bitch cunt is wet enough to know what it wants. It can’t deny me… and neither can you.” He said it with a slight growl in his throat.

The fae woman trembled when those fingers pressed into her pussy. Her tight pink walls opened easily for him and hugged his fingers. She was already trembling like a leaf and Max hadn’t even fucked her yet. She seemed so sensitive, so needy… he wondered for an instant what the woman took her oath to be his slave to mean. To obey, clearly. To serve, obviously. To submit? It seemed so… she was his to do with as he pleased, putty in his hands. He stroked her needy cunt for a few brief moments, letting her feel pleasure before he pulled his hand away. Tugging on the leash, he backed up and made Estrid follow him along the bed. She had to shift into a crawling position, walking on hands and knees over the mattress.

Once he had her in position Max lifted his hips, pushed his boxer shorts down, and stepped out from them. His cock stood out proudly from his body… already hard and ready to take everything from the half-fae girl. He yanked harder on the chain which made Estrid’s face jerk down into the bed. She didn’t have to be told what he wanted… She knew. Her soft hands rested on his legs and she put her mouth close to his throbbing cock. Wrapping lips around the bulbous head, she licked it tenderly with her tongue.

Max wanted more than that. Both hands gripped her head and he pushed her down firmly. The half-fae choked when that cock went further into her mouth and pressed to the back of her throat. She struggled for a moment before he relented and pulled her head back to leave only the tip inside. “No, no, no hands,” he mocked, a teasing note in his voice. "When I want your hands on my cock I'll tell you," Max promised her as he rubbed his cock against her lips several times before pushing it back into her reluctant mouth. “Clearly an oath of service isn’t sufficient to give you proper skill,” Max said happily as he loomed over her, grinning. Instead of meeting his gaze, however, she closed her eyes as her lips wrapped around his cock… obviously trying to imagine herself in a different situation.

Max wasn’t sure she was even listening to him, so focused as she was on the intrusion in her mouth. As the tip of his cock pushed back past her lips, it was easy to forget his dismal opinion of her skill… her mouth was so soft and warm and welcoming that it was just naturally built for sucking cock, his member blanketed in a warm and wet hole. She slurped unconvincingly as she took more of his cock into her mouth, her eyes locked shut in denial. Max relaxed and reflected on the moment as he loomed over her, looking down at the faerie princess out of humanity’s tales as she licked his cock like a cheap whore. Her hands clutched his thighs to give her purchase as she slobbered up and down the sides of his cock in desperation to please, occasionally licking or sucking on his balls.

"Well, this is nice and all, but you clearly don't have much experience at sucking cock, do you?" Max taunted as he leered down at her. Her eyes snapped open at the interruption, revealing beautiful blue irises; cold, angry, fearful. As her eyes locked on his, he lowered a hand to rest on the back of her head, the other grabbing hers on his thigh. The color drained slowly from her face as she watched his hand descend to her head. "I don't know what kind of blowjobs you've given your soft worshipers but I have a higher standard… and no slave of mine is going to use her hands when her lips will suffice,” he continued condescendingly. "A good facefuck is an exploration of your throat and lung capacity. You’ll have to learn to suck cock like a proper whore if you are going to be my slave… and I think we're going to learn a lot together tonight." Max wrapped his fingers in her hair. “Let me show you how it's done.”

He caught her hair in his fist and held her head, keeping it firmly mounted on his meat spike… looking down at her frightened eyes "Calm there, little one… it's ok. I'm going to teach you how to not suck at this. And if you do well enough, maybe I won't destroy your other holes too much. Think of it like this: either you learn how to properly suck a cock, or you're going to struggle to shit correctly for the next few weeks," he threatened as he kept her head locked in place, eyes locked with his.

Her eyes moistened as she glared up at me, but her gaze fell submissively and her grip relaxed. "Good girl," he growled as he began to slowly piston his hips into her face. Her head recoiled a little as more cock entered her mouth, but she quickly found she had no place to retreat to… he held her head too firmly. As his cock found the back of her mouth, Max kept her head locked in place with one hand on the back of her head, the other on her neck. He slowly tilted her head, allowing his cock to find and make the turn down her gullet. The faerie girl immediately gagged and slapped his hips as she tried to recoil from Max’s strong grip. He didn’t let her, making her struggle for breath as she knelt before him, panting silently around his cock.

"Already doing great, little whore," he said mockingly as he twisted her hair harder. Her resigned eyes didn't even glance up at Max, her mouth limply opening in preparation for the next assault on her tonsils. She learned quickly, Max noted. Proper training for slaves took weeks, sometimes months. He could tell it wouldn’t take that long for her… she was a natural throatfuck doll.

The slaver aimed his cock and slowly guided it into her mouth with his hips while simultaneously pulling her forward towards him, sliding her across the bed. As her center of gravity shifted forward, her hands gripped onto his hips but since she wasn’t resisting Max just ignored them. Holding her up by his hand on her throat and the other in her hair, his cock finally infiltrated her throat as the passage was stretched into a straighter path. He grinned in triumph as the girl beneath him gagged.

This was one of his favorite angles to fuck a woman’s face from… his hands held her straight and easy for him, turning her into a cocksleeve as her body rebelled and tried to vomit him out and only squeezed more on his length. Her knees tried to gain purchase beneath herself as her midriff seized and she fought not to lose control of her stomach, but Max kept her head low and forward enough until his grip was the only thing keeping her from falling over.

And he exploited that grip. Using his legs and arms, muscles bulging and flexing, Max pistoned back and forth into her throat, the tight spasms driving his cock wild. "Glurk, glugrk, glaaak, gluuuUUUURRRGGCCCKKK!" Her body made its first sounds since her oath, unwilling sounds filled by the wet, choking noises as he broke through the tight vacuum of her throat again and again. Her throat responded to each movement by bringing him additional pleasure as he thrust into her fuckhole as far as he could. As thick spit began to coalesce on his cock and tears streamed down her face, Max finally withdrew his whole cock, but even then he kept her head in a firm grip.

She sobbed for air as she tried to catch her breath, looking up at him, pleading. His cock sat just inches away from her face like a threat… looking for all the world like a snake poised to strike again. Estrid knelt beneath him, gasping for breath as she wiped saliva from her face. Her lips were covered with drool and her tears made the prettiest little glistening lines down her cheeks. She looked desperate and he smiled at her. “Honestly, you're doing great for a first-timer. You have a wonderful throat.” She was still trying to draw in enough oxygen as his cock abruptly interrupted her efforts, scraping tightly against her teeth on the way down as he once again lowered her head to straighten her tight passage. Max’s entire body squatted over her form on hands and knees as he plowed his shaft straight through her digestive tract until his balls slapped against her chin. Her body froze momentarily in the position before contorting wildly and he held her there for a few seconds, her tiny hands squeezing his hips, her legs kicking instinctively, ineffectively as she fought for freedom.

Even with all of the struggling, her hands eventually stopped trying to push him away… her legs stopped kicking. She relented to his overpowering cock, letting it fuck her mouth like a cock sleeve. The warmth of her tongue on the underside of his cock made it all the more pleasurable to fuck. Max gripped her hair tighter, letting out a series of grunts with each thrust. His cock slammed into her mouth hard and the first orgasm of the night ripped from his body, his cock head spewing his spunk down her throat into her stomach and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

Max pulled his cock out of her quickly, spraying some of his jizz all over her face. The white cream dripped from her face and she sputtered a few times, coughing to recover from the rough face fuck. “Now you look like a proper slut,” Max told her as he moved off the bed, walking around it to climb back on behind where Estrid sagged down, coughing into her hand in her desperation to make no noise and keep to her oath.

Max still felt aroused as hell, and if he hurried his cock wasn’t even going to grow any softer. Using his knee to spread her legs apart, the slaver pushed her harder down on her stomach as he prepared to mount her from behind. His hands gripped her narrow waist, pressing her hips down into the bed harshly. The head of his cock lined up with her dripping wet cunt. “Not only does a slave of mine need to know how to suck cock properly, but she also needs to know how to fuck, Estrid. And I like it rough!” He said the last part as he slammed into her without warning. The tip of his cock easily spread through her wet pussy lips and ripped through her tight cunt to bury fully into her in a rush.

Estrid’s mouth dropped open in a scream that made no sounds when his cock entered her… and not all of it was pain, he reckoned. She was soaking wet, her body submitting, and based on the way she arched her back and her toes curled there was a part of her body that badly wanted to do what made him happy, that wanted to be taken rough and hard. He certainly was happy to oblige. It didn’t matter to him if she had never been fucked like this before… this was her role in life now, and he would make her live up to it. Her eyes fluttered closed, her face stained with his cum as she let out another soundless scream that shook her body without making a whisper, a cry for help amid dozens of her followers… and not one of them could hear it to come to help her. Her hands clawed into the cotton bed sheets, tightening them into her grip as her hips wiggled back and forth, obviously attempting to get away from Max, not as obviously trying to grind her clit against something, anything at all.

Unrelenting in the pursuit of his own pleasure, Max kept fucking her rough and hard. His cock slammed into her ready fuckhole, making her cunt his plaything. The rough fucking shook the bed and rattled the poor brain of the fae, and the way the wooden legs of the frame scraped against the floor made more noise than every distress he inflicted on the fae girl. Her body recognized his dominance and couldn’t hold out. The rough treatment had her on edge and she lost control over herself. Her body started shaking, trembling in place and Max felt it when she came on his length, her body reaching peak submission well before her mind did. Her pussy’s wet nectar coated over Max’s cock and drew it further into her, squeezing him.

Max grunted when he felt her orgasm. The tightness of her pussy around his cock and the added wetness allowed him to fuck her harder. This one was lovely indeed. This was a million-dollar cunt, easily… he literally knew hundreds of buyers who would pay that much for Estrid once she was trained. Every motion of her body only enticed him to pound her harder, and he relished the invitation, giving that slutty hole just what it needed.

All told, he didn’t last all that long. Even after he had just finished in her mouth he could only ride her like this for about ten minutes before his cock surged, pulsing inside of her welcoming slit. Warm jets of hot cum flooded into the fae’s pussy, spreading out to stain every inch of her greedy sex. “Now that… is what I’m talking about…” he muttered, complimenting her in his own way.

His seed oozed from her pussy and he drew back from her, letting her settle on the bed shuddering in silent reaction to the sensations and their sudden end. Estrid was helpless. Estrid was his. Max laid back on the bed for a moment, catching his breath, and surprisingly one of her hands held onto his thigh in a way that almost came off as devoted… her body, indeed, knew its place. Too easy… but he couldn’t bring himself to be too upset about it, not when his cock was still tingling with the rewards of her submission. He smiled, thinking. The best time to move her would be about four in the morning, he decided… when the guards would be at their most tired before a new shift arrived, but when it would still be pitch black outside. He would take her to his car, bind her up, and simply wait there until cars began to come and go from this place again. Then his SUV would just be one of many as he took Estrid off to her new life as a well-trained piece of fuckmeat.

Assuming that Selkolla had finished doing her part, that took care of the daughters. Now he merely had to convince an ancient goddess to bend to his whims.

Maybe that would finally be the challenge he was after.

End of chapter 7
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Chapter 8 - Word Games

The wilderness of Norway really was extremely beautiful. That was the main thought in Max’s head as he finally came to a stop in the middle of the forest, taking a look around to evaluate. He was about 20 minutes further inland from the nearest fjord and the steep terrain would have made hiking challenging even if he wasn’t carrying a heavy backpack with him. Max wasn’t much of a woodsman. He knew the basic theories, but his idea of camping had more to do with parking an RV somewhere than setting up a tent and worrying about the wildlife.

For a mission like this however, that wasn’t going to be an option. There were no roads that went within ten miles of here, nothing paved or cut down, no buildings, pipes, or power lines. It was an unspoiled wilderness with nothing but the deer and the bears and the birds and an ocean of trees as far as the eye could see. It had to be. He had even needed to leave his camping site more than two miles away to make sure it wasn’t going to interfere. In today’s modern world, finding a stretch of land far enough away from human structures could prove difficult unless one did enough research first.

Max emerged from the dense trees to find a river crossing the loose game trail he had been following. The ground leveled out to a nice smooth patch, and while it wasn’t a large clearing it was large enough. Perfect for his purposes. The perfect spot for the ritual he would need to perform, far away from any trace of civilization.

Max set his bag down and pulled out all the materials he needed.

Astrid had spent the entire plane ride here going over what he was going to do with them again, and again, and again. The svartalf had laid out all the principles of the magic and had him repeat every bit back to her until he could do it by rote. Then she started making up situations and asking him to apply the principles to them, and she wasn’t satisfied until he was right every time. Even after all he had seen, even after what he knew, Max still felt silly thinking about magic and how to cast a spell. It seemed like this was an elaborate joke… but that was just years of misunderstanding how the world really worked. He focused on the magic every bit as intensely as he had anything else, no matter how uncomfortable he was. Astrid insisted that “magic” was nothing more than willpower, and even a mortal with little inherent power could learn to do the very basics. He could do this.

Max just wished that Astrid was here to oversee his efforts… but that wasn’t in their agreement. The svartalf had been very clear and very, very, very firm… if he was going to call up an ancient norn and attempt to blackmail her, then Astrid was going to be on a different continent while he did it.

With her daughters now under his control, the hard part was about to begin… getting Skuld herself under his heel. From the information he had, it seemed like in many ways she would be the most dangerous of all of the women he had to capture… the former Fateweaver was a formidable opponent. Taking her by force would be impossible, so the only way to capture her would either be by trickery or to convince her it was in her best interests to give in.

Bearing this in mind, Max had prepared his bags accordingly with what he’d need. As he used the small shovel out of his pack to dig a small hole in the ground on the other side of the stream from where he intended to work, and he mentally reviewed the instructions that the svartalf had given. Astrid had been clear… the elements had to be accounted for. The nearby stream would take care of Water. Between the vast expanse of land and the trees all around there was Earth in plenty, and he used the shovel again to dig a wide circle in the ground, packing it with dried moss from his bag. The cold wind raking through the forest would serve as Air, and he touched a lighter to the ring of moss and it rapidly became an enthusiastic Fire that would serve his need.

Magic, the way Astrid explained it, wasn’t about magical words or gestures, or dizzying amounts of practice. It was about Will, and knowledge, and knowing the right things to do to use natural elements. There aren’t any magic words… just magical places, and things, things that had energy. Say, for example, the vials of blood he had taken from Estrid and Nicia. The ritual was an ancient way of communicating with the Norns, but it wasn’t an obligation… or as Astrid referred to it, a Binding. She could ignore it if she chose.

If he used her daughter’s blood in the ritual though, she would sense it… and she would come. That was a different kind of “magic,” one that had nothing to do with magical words or spells or rituals, and everything to do with a mother’s love for her daughters.

That was what Max was counting on.

He took a moment to double-check his summoning circle. It had to be perfect… not because if it wasn’t the ritual wouldn’t work, but because if it wasn’t it would work too well. She would arrive here and likely turn him inside out before he could say a word. Astrid warned that the circle might not be able to hold an entity as strong as the faerie at all, no matter how perfect, but it should at least delay her. Max felt less than confident in the magic… but Max had been doing this since long before he knew of magic. He had the utmost faith in his contingency plans.

The circle now completed, he looked it over again to ensure that the fire was burning bright all around. He felt confident it would hold the faerie in place and keep her from attacking him right away. He placed four beeswax candles at the four compass points inside his circle, and then at the intersection points of an invisible star he drew in his mind inside that circle. The whole ritual felt silly to Max and he had to fight that impression and keep his mind on the task… those were the instructions Astrid had given to him, and Max was going to follow them to the letter.

One by one, Max pulled items from his pocket and put them into the hole. His car keys. A leather-bound dagger. A few other pieces of ferrous metal. Finally, the shovel followed the rest of his iron into the hole, and he double-checked to make sure he no longer had even a scrap of the substance on him. With everything now in place, Max took out the rope and set it on the ground in front of the summoning circle. The rope’s purpose was to bind the entity or spirit that was summoned. It made more sense to Max to use something like an iron chain since he was dealing with a faerie, but according to Astrid, using any iron at all in this ritual, or even near it, would destroy the spell. It was why he needed to ditch every bit of iron he had in the hole, covered by Earth and separated by Air, Water, and Fire from his ritual. It meant no gun, no knives, no restraints… Max was more than a little uncomfortable abandoning all the tools he knew in favor of this sorcery, but according to Astrid there was little else he could do, and she hadn’t led him wrong yet.

With a final breath, he pushed the loose dirt back over the hole, burying it back beneath the ground. Then he knelt before the summoning circle and Max took out a vial of blood from each of his pockets. It was a tiny amount from each of them. Enough to get Skuld’s attention. He held up the vials in front of his eye, examining the contents. The red blood flowed inside the vials… It was as fresh as he could get it from the captured daughters. The fresher the blood, the stronger the call would be… and probably, the more enraged Skuld would be at him.

According to the svartalf, what drove magic was primarily willpower. All of the power came from the environment or the materials, but it was the caster’s Will that built it into something… so Max blocked out all doubt, confusion, uncertainty, his sense of the ridiculous, and any bit of fear that this might not work until all that remained was his will, his need to match himself against the challenge and be triumphant. Then Max took the vial of Nicia’s blood and poured it out onto the ground in front of him.

The red liquid pooled into a small indention of dirt he had scooped out with his hands. The blood settled in the pool before he got out the next vial of blood and uncorked it. He poured the contents of that vial down into the same pool, letting them mix together. Estrid’s blood mingled with Nicia’s, coming to a rest. Lastly, he used a ritual dagger to cut a small slice into his hand to draw his own blood for the final part of the summoning. The hard part of the ritual was over. Well, maybe this was the easy part, because the hard part would be dealing with the wrath of Skuld when she appeared before him.

Confident in his abilities, Max placed both of his hands onto his lap, stroking his fingers over his thigh and knees before he inhaled sharply. “Well, here goes nothing,” he muttered to no one in particular. His eyes closed briefly before he opened them wide and started the final part of the ritual. “Skuld, Fateweaver.”

The word seemed to rebound off of every tree and leaf, far out of proportion to how loud he had spoken… echoing through the forest. It panicked birds, sending them up in a cloud of a thousand feathers throughout the forest’s canopy. Cold wind blew through, sending a slight chill across Max’s back. He inhaled again, steeling his nerves, and repeated the words. “Skuld, she who bathed in Mimir’s Well.” The wind settled down now, coming to a dead halt. Before he started saying the name, he had been able to hear plenty of wildlife in the area. With the name spoken twice, the woodland noises died off completely. It was made all the more eerie with the wind stopping. Not a single noise from leaves or even a squirrel. Far above the forest canopy, however, the clouds began to churn and whirl, forming a ring that seemed to mirror the flaming one he stood within. Max breathed deeply. “Skuld!” he howled, saying the name a third time.

Birds swarmed through the sky. The forest, silent only a second ago, burst into a wild and outrageous chorus of protesting animal sounds from beasts large and small… many of them far closer to him than he would have guessed. The air suddenly felt pregnant with moisture, and flashes of lightning churned in the clouds like sparks off of Astrid’s forge. Then, out of that cloudless expanse in the center of the ring above his head came a single, overwhelming lightning bolt that struck the ground at his feet, throwing up dirt and scattering flaming moss. Max would have expected it to send him sprawling as well, dead or stunned, but he was unmoved and there was no thunder… and when his eyes adjusted to the light and the dirt settled around him he was no longer alone in the clearing.

She was stunning. Not beautiful, though she was. It was more like the sheer presence of her was a hammer blow to the back of his skull, making him feel dizzy and overwhelmed. He had noted that her daughters were beautiful but he’d been disappointed by just how human they had been… Skuld, in contrast, was no such thing. Enormous, gossamer thin butterfly wings stretched out for ten feet to either side of her, dwarfing her armspan. They were blue and glittering and shining with internal light… a light that subtly shifted hue every few moments. Her eyes did the same, cat-slit pupils focusing on him in a maddening kaleidoscope of colors.

And she had come for a fight.

In the tradition of shield maidens, the faerie queen was prepared for battle. Her gown, if you could call it that, seemed to be woven from some kind of tiny, tight-knit silvery metal rings, so fine that it looked and flowed like knit cloth. It covered her body like skin from her ankles to the very top of her throat. She carried a spear that felt like lightning and smelted like ozone, and a shield of woven vines and roots wrapped around her other arm… and the look on her face promised pain, retribution, and destruction.

Max could imagine what she was thinking. Nicia and Estrid had been missing for long enough that Skuld had noticed, and begun to worry what had become of them. It appeared that Astrid’s guidance and copious amounts of iron surrounding his captives had been enough to block her divinations because clearly she had found no information and had time to grow frantic. A mother worries most when her children can’t be found. Thoughts turn to protection and then to self-doubt and finally they move into a state of constant worry for the safety of her children.

Then someone showed up with their blood, and she arrived back on Earth to answer the call of the foolish mortal so eager to die.

Skuld’s eyes narrowed, glaring at Max. They flitted down, taking in the circle, the magical trap, the candles, and the fire. Then they focused on the red pool of blood slowly being drunk in by the soil, and her glare turned venomous. The air around her became statically charged, Max's hair rising up on end as her hand extended out in front of her. “YOU!” she snarled. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY DAUGHTERS?!” Her voice carried like the wind as she screamed out of the demand, making the leaves of the trees rustle behind Max.

Theoretically, the circle should have held her at least a little… but Max looked on with some small degree of panic as Skuld raised one hand up and swept it to the side as quickly as if she were knocking away some cobwebs that were in her way. The air shimmered before her, showing some kind of invisible magical barrier there… and then it broke into threads, falling to the ground before disappearing.

The makeshift ritual the inexperienced Max had learned, it seemed, would be almost no protection at all. Max scrambled to his feet, backing away from Skuld. His eyes remained fixed on the goddess, not wanting to look away for fear she might kill him before he could play out his hand. The faerie’s wings flapped once, sending her floating through the air, getting closer to him. “WHAT have you done with my daughters, mortal? Speak while you still have the ability to do so! I will rip your arms from your body, split your legs from your torso, and use your tongue as fodder for the beasts of the forest unless you tell me what you have done!” Her eyes glowed a radiant red, piercing into Max. She kept her gaze fixated on his eyes, not faltering in her approach to get closer to him.

With her hand outstretched, Skuld wrapped her fingers around Max’s throat and began to squeeze. “Speak your truth mortal. Your pitiful lies will not save your life.” She hissed. Her hand gripped tight to his throat and Max felt his oxygen get cut off. She was unbelievably strong… He felt Mr. Root’s ring activate but even so he felt like he would have had better luck trying to bend away steel. Her power was truly overwhelming, just as Astrid and his patron had noted it would be.

He probably had only seconds…

Magic had failed him. The ritual, the ring, Astrid’s tools… none of it was going to help here. Left without any of his advantages, Max had to rely on what had gotten him through the rest of his life, what had earned him the reputation as the Ghost. His wits, and his planning. Pushing his hand down into his pocket, Max pulled out his phone, opened it up, and swiped to the side to open the video feed he had preloaded. He didn’t have the oxygen to bring her attention to it but thankfully Skuld noticed… and as her eyes fixed on the screen, he saw them go wide.

Max knew what she was seeing.

Estrid and Nicia were both as naked as the day that they were born. The women were bound with their hands and legs outstretched in a spread-eagle fashion. Their pussies, mouths, and even asses were stuffed with dildos, cramming them full. Their arms and legs were held by shackles and chains that burned their skin… but none of that was what caught her attention so completely. It was that the two of them were suspended over a foundry pit, and just twenty or thirty feet below them was a pool of molten iron bubbling and glowing. The orange light of the superheated metal cast their skin in bronze tones, lighting the scene through sheer heat. If either girl fell into that pit not even a faerie would be surviving it… their special qualities would give them no aid against that.

Skuld began to shake with rage.

“You can… kill me,” Max choked out past her hand. “And you’d get… your revenge… but it wouldn’t save your daughters.”

Skuld threw him to the ground. “WHERE ARE THEY!” she roared at him, and it took everything he had not to flinch. “WHERE DO YOU HAVE THEM?!”

Max pushed himself up, meeting her gaze. “You’re going to want to start being more polite,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes even as she did the same. As long as Skuld didn’t know that he felt like pissing his pants, he was safe… so he tried to live up to the image of a sadistic psychopath with a death wish. “I don’t know where they are,” he told her truthfully. “I wouldn’t let them tell me. You can do whatever you like to me… it won’t help you find them.”

Skuld took one step towards him. “Then why shouldn't I just rip your spine out and go looking for them, you worthless maggot?” she snarled.

He smiled at her. “Because unless my friend who has them gets a call from me in the next…” He looked at his watch. “Fifty-seven minutes and 34 seconds, then they are going for a swim. Think you can find them in the next hour? Because if you could, you wouldn’t be here… would you?” Max gave a wide grin when he felt the flash of hesitation in the elder faerie’s fury. Her hand, raised to smite him, lowered away from him, and the glow of rage faded from her face. There was still hatred and anger there, and her eyes were no less filled with it, but it was less of an imminent threat than the roaring bonfire that it had been moments before.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Skuld looked at Max. She huffed as she realized that this man had played his hand correctly… she would do anything for her daughters. Inhaling deeply, she sighed and tried to bargain with him. “Okay, I know how the game is played. What is it that you want? All mortals want something. Is it money? I have plenty of that from my followers. I can make you a rich man on earth.” Her voice was a purr and it was clear she was trying to be seductive. As lovely as she was it probably would have been effective were it not for her eyes: she couldn’t quite take the hate out of them. “Or is it power? You can have that, too. I can give you the strength to control a nation if you want it.”

They were tempting offers. Max knew she would become desperate to save her daughters and be willing to bargain… it was what he was counting on. They weren’t, however, what he wanted. “Nah. Both of those sound alright to me, but I’m not really the type that desires money. I can always get more of that. As for power…” he shrugged. “That only goes so far. That kind of control over others is always an ever-increasing struggle to get more of it. Even if you gain complete control, there is always another person who is willing to do whatever it takes to steal it from you. Just more problems.”

Skuld narrowed her eyes. “So, power and money don’t tempt you, what does? Is it the touch of a woman? Want to have a literal goddess pleasure your body? Once you have me, you will never experience the same with mortal women. I can fulfill your desires completely.”

Max smirked at the offer. She was heading in the right direction, but it wasn’t enough. “I do like the sound of that. Pledge to be mine for an eternity and I will set your daughters free.”

Eternity was something she would never agree to. Skuld narrowed her eyes. “Never! I won’t do that. You have my daughters, but I won’t be in servitude for an eternity. You can forget that. I will give you one day of your mortal existence. I promise, by the end of it you will have lost track that it wasn’t an eternity… one day is more than enough for any mortal.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Max shook his head. “One day is a year too short for me. I might be a mortal, but I think you will find me more than capable. From my understanding, one year and a day is traditional.”

The faerie didn’t quite wince, but she didn’t look happy either. “One year and one day is nothing to an immortal. Your pitiful life is short enough compared to that. It is an accord.”

Skuld bowed her head to agree to the terms, but Max did not match the gesture. “Not so fast. These are the terms. You will serve me for a year and a day. You will not attempt to escape, nor to fight or cause me any harm. You will cooperate with me during that time, doing as I wish. In return, at the end of one year and a day, you and your daughters will be free to go… as long as you still want to be. Agreed?”

The faerie snorted. “If I want to be. You have a very high opinion of yourself, mortal.” She shook her head. “Your terms are unacceptable. My obedience is my own, mortal. My body is yours. My will is not. I will not resist you, but I have obligations beyond just yours.”

Well, that would make it a challenge to make her give him the worlds he needed… but a challenge was exactly what he wanted, after all. Most importantly, he could sense the frustration coming from the faerie woman. This wasn’t how she made deals, from a position of weakness like this. Even more importantly, he was rushing her… she was very well aware of the ticking seconds until her daughters died. If he gave her time, Max had little doubt that this woman would be able to think rings around him, making a deal she would be able to wriggle her way out of, or that would allow her to get him killed.

She didn’t have time to be subtle and negotiate, however… she needed to take what she could get because she was painfully aware that Max could afford to walk away and she could not. Slowly, he backed up, his feet in the stream, until he reached the buried iron. He shoved his hands down into the loose dirt. “Very well, then. Your service, if not your obedience. No escape, no harm to me or mine. In exchange, I will save your daughters, and after a year and a day, the three of you may leave.” Max smiled at her as he pulled the Muspelheim iron collar from the pit and showed it to Skuld. “If you agree, make the oath and put this on.”

Skuld clenched her teeth. “I promise I will be yours for one year and a day, serve you with my body however you wish. You want my body? Fine… you can fuck me as you wish, ravisher. I will not fight or try to escape.” Skuld took the collar from Max’s hand, practically snatching it away before she slid it around her neck and secured it in place. She winced when it touched her skin, but it didn’t burn in quite the same dramatic way that normal iron had affected her daughters… her power was evidently far more concentrated. “Now call your man off.”

Now that Skuld had made a promise to do whatever he wanted, Max wanted to see her prove that devotion to him. Putting his hands on his hips, he gazed at the strong-willed faerie. “We have plenty of time for that. I think we’ll just let them hang there for a while. Right now, I think it is time to prove yourself to me, and let me see if your body has half as much to offer as you promise.”

Skuld looked confused as she stood before him. She had already promised to do whatever he wanted. What more did this lowly mortal want from her? She inhaled sharply, looking directly at him. “You know that we can’t break our word once it is given, mortal. What do you want me to do exactly?” She wasn’t sure what a mortal could come up with, but she was sure it would be some miserable and likely lewd duty that he wanted her to perform.

“Let’s play a game… ” Max had a wide grin on his face as he approached a nearby tree and leaned his back up against it. His eyes fixed on her body and as he grinned at her. He gestured at the tent in his pants. “How about this? We have almost an hour left before I have to make a phone call. I want you to spend that hour trying to make my cock soft. If you can satisfy me, if you can utterly drain my balls, then your daughters won’t need to wait until the end of the year to go free… I’ll release them tonight. They’ll be free to go immediately.”

The faerie queen scoffed at him. “A foul and degrading game,” she growled at him.

“It’s all you deserve,” Max mocked her. “I could just order you to serve me, and for no benefit. I suppose if you refuse, though, you will get to have at least a little dignity for the next year and a day. I’m sure your daughters won’t blame you as they are my slaves alongside you.

“Bastard,” she growled. “Fine. What do you want?”

Max put a finger on his chin as if considering. “For a start… strip for me. Take it off, all of it,” he said, leaning back and waiting for her to get started with disrobing.

Annoyed, Skuld glared at him. She had clearly been expecting him to just immediately skip to taking advantage of her… probably didn’t think she would have to do anything but let him use her body like a toy. Instead, she needed to perform… She would have her revenge on him, but for the moment he had outplayed her and gotten her right where he wanted her. Skuld couldn’t really disobey here, not if she wanted her daughters to be safe.

Max held up his wrist, tapping at this watch. “Tick tock, fae. Maybe an eternal, immortal bring like you isn’t aware of it but time is passing, fairy slut. Do you want to waste my year and a day? I have time to spare… but your daughters don’t.” He saw the look of hatred on her face… he was right and she knew it. The longer she waited, the closer her daughters would come to joining her in the next year of slavery.

She let out a huff of air from her lungs, reaching her hands down to the belt that held her robe-like mail together. “Fine, you bastard,” she hissed, reaching down to her clothing, only for him to hold up a hand to stop her. “What?” she spat.

“Your rudeness isn’t really doing it for me,” he said, though the tent in his pants seemed to show that was at least a little bit untrue. Didn’t matter to him… he wasn’t the one unable to lie, after all. “You are going to address me as master. No bastard, or mortal, or child… master.”

Skuld looked like he was commanding her to swallow glass. “As you command… master.” She pulled on the end of it to undo the knot that held it in place, but she had an annoyed look on her face. She couldn’t believe that she was going to humiliate herself for a mere mortal.

Putting his hand up in a halting gesture, Max stopped her again. “No, no. Not like that. I want you to do it sexily. Don’t look so pissed. Undress like you are doing it for a lover. I want you to get into it and show me that you really want me.” He then lowered his hand back to his side and waited for Skuld to continue. “Don’t be so pathetic about it.”

Smiling for him was clearly among the very last things that Skuld wanted to do, but she had to for her daughters. Skuld curled the corners of her lips up into a smile and gave him a polite nod. “As you command… master.” She gripped the sash of her belt and started to pull on it again. She made it a slow tug, drawing the belted sash away from her waistline. She held the sash to the side, ready to drop it on the ground.

While Max did like the newest effort to please him, the motions she was going through seemed more robotic than sexy. He stopped her once more, pausing her midway through stripping. “No, you are acting like this is all clinical… come now, with as many children as you’ve had you must have had real lovers in the past.” Max rolled his eyes. “You can do better. What would a lover think of you? Make me believe you really are into this. That you want to take off your clothes for me. I want you to show me how sexy you are while you do it. Move your hips in a swaying motion. Show off your curves. You have a body, and I’m sure you know how to use it.”

The ramblings from him, the hated mortal enslaving her, were clearly beginning to piss Skuld off. Obviously regretting having promised not to harm him, she glared for a moment… but very visibly forced herself to smile again. This was for her family. Once she was freed from this man, she could hurt him. Hunt him down and kill him like the dog that he was. For now, she had to agree to his ridiculous demands and do what he wanted. She swayed her hips to an unheard tune, moving around and gyrating to the music that only she could hear moving to the rhythm of the stream and the wind. Her robe slowly started to part, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. Her skin had an almost alabaster appearance to it, like a porcelain doll.

Max continued to look on from the safety of the shade. His eyes drinking in the little bit of skin she revealed. He noticed her hand moving up to shift the robe open more and he reached out to to stop her. “No, you need to tease a little bit more! Use your body to excite your new master.”

Using the time and her daughter’s fate as a bargaining chip to get her to do what he wanted grated on Skuld’s nerves. Her fury and rage toward this man knew no bounds and she wanted to rip his throat out from his neck. Even if it wouldn’t get her daughters killed though, she couldn’t act on her wishes any longer because of the oath. She would be unable to do anything to him for a year and a day, as stated. Even living an eternity, these moments seemed to last forever for her. With her daughter’s fates in the balance, she acquiesced to the demands. She gripped her robe with both hands, slowly moving. The faerie opened the robe gently, showing off some of her skin and the cleavage inside of the robe. Her wings swayed and folded on her back as she moved, dancing to the silent rhythm, the shimmering dust on the bright blue butterfly wings glittering in the light as her hands caressed her body over the armored robe, very, very slowly splitting it open a bit more.

Max liked how she was getting into it. Her breasts were now coming into view. Pert and perky areolas with cherry blossom pink nipples resting at the center. Her robe opened up more to show her pale skin. Her slim and slender stomach along with the completely hairless mound of womanhood between her legs. The robe dropped to the ground at last. Her wings still folded onto her back. “I’m ready for you, master…” Skuld purred seductively. She moved her fingers across her stomach and looked back at Max, waiting for his response.

Max pulled the bag out of the pit along with the ritual athame knife he had buried. Putting the small bag into his pocket, Max held out the knife to Skuld, hilt first. He wasn’t too concerned with giving her a weapon… she didn’t need one to kill him if she still could, and if things were as he thought then she no longer was capable. “Not ready yet,” he told her. “I don’t want a dry old hag. I want you to take this and use it to masturbate.” Max pointed at the stream. Sit on those rocks over there, spread your legs for me, and use this on yourself.”

Skuld took the dagger from him, fingers gingerly wrapping around the leather-bound hilt. Her eyes flashed, and Max could practically see the visions she had of driving that knife into his chest. Instead she kept her mouth shut and sashayed over to the rocks that Max had indicated and sat down on it, every move as seductive as possible. Her legs spread out wide, revealing her pussy lips to him. She took the hilt of the dagger, sliding it between her legs, and rubbed it back and forth across her lips. Skuld looked back at Max’s intense stare while she pressed the pommel of the dagger into her pussy.

Max watched, smirking as the ancient and inhumanly beautiful faerie moved the pommel back and forth a couple of times to get her pussy juices to leak over the pommel and shaft of the dagger handle. She winced momentarily as the end of the knife pressed inward, spreading her pussy lips wider around it. When the pommel popped into her pussy, she let out a gasp. Her legs trembled from the sensation. The collar around her neck shifted slightly as she winced in obvious humiliation, forced to perform. He had little doubt that the last thing Skuld wanted to do was debase herself for the pleasure of her captor, but she didn’t have a choice.

The athame’s pommel went in deeper and the handle of the dagger was digging into her pussy now. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to let the human know she felt anything from this action. Max knew she could feel it, though. His eyes had been on her the whole time, always watching. He saw how she reacted when that dagger pommel pierced into her pussy. Her cunt squeezed it so tight that he would have sworn her a virgin if it weren’t for the fact that she had daughters and was centuries old.

Skuld kept pressing the dagger in until she couldn’t get a solid grip on the crossguard. To have her hand directly on the iron of the blade would hurt her so she settled on using the cross guard to move the shaft back and forth inside of her. Try as hard as she might to resist, Skuld was still in what was still fundamentally a mortal body here on Earth, and Max was getting the result he wanted… she couldn’t fully resist the pleasure that was slowly building up inside her. Her cunt was growing wetter, and her eyelids fluttered closed and she leaned back against the large stone she sat on. Her butterfly wings unfurled, showing their full wing span to Max. Her toes curled up and her head tilted back as she was forced to feel pleasure, the sensation sweeping through her body. Her pussy clenched around the dagger, sweet fae nectars gushing out over the knife and her inner thighs. She let out a pleasured moan, shaking with light tremors that rocked her body.

Max clapped his hands together at the display. “Bravo. Bravo! Very nice performance. It makes me glad that I summoned you here. Now that you have had your fun, it is time for me to have mine.” Max drew out some long needles from the bag he had pulled from the pit. His footsteps were light on the forest floor as he got closer to Skuld. He bent down next to her on the stone she sat upon, the dagger still in her cunt as he looked down on her. “From what I’ve been told,” he said slowly, “you’re almost entirely immune to harm. Injuries made by a mortal, even with iron, heal practically before they’re made…” He lifted his foot, put it on her unresisting chest, and pushed, shoving her down to the mud on the shore of the stream. The fact that she was more than strong enough to resist if she had the will to do it made it even more rewarding to see the naked fae slut pinned down.

Placing his hand on one of her butterfly wings, Max gripped it tight and stretched it out of the side, flat against the dirt. Then, determined, he pushed the sharp end of one of the needles into Skuld’s wing… straight down, driving it through the wing and into the earth beneath it.

The faerie screamed at the piercing pain, a far larger and less stoic reaction than he would have anticipated. In a flash of insight, Max realized that pain like this was genuinely a novel experience for the ancient queen of the Norns… utterly unused to being helpless or to suffering like a butterfly on an insect board. Her healing abilities would undo the damage but it didn’t mean she enjoyed pain, and the misery was all the more impactful for its rareness. Her eyes practically went bloodshot red with anger at being hurt, ready to lash out at Max, but she was unable to do anything to him. She had to grit her teeth, grinding them together while she endured the pain. Max placed another needle into one of her wings, pressing against the bony structure to sink it inward. The pain was immense, but as he watched, she forced herself to clench her teeth together, unwilling to shame herself further. She was determined not to break for him, not like this.

“I wish I could say I’m impressed with your toughness, but the truth is you’re going to make this easier than I thought,” Max said, smirking down at the faerie. “I have a lot more than just this, you know?” Max left her on the stone slab to fetch one of the summoning candles. Now that the ward had been broken, the candles were useless except for the wax and heat they could provide… and that wax could be fun. He had a few theories about how he could torment the faerie, and one of them relied on causing as persistent of harm as he could… something that left something behind. For that, the candle seemed like a good proof of concept.

He tilted the lit beeswax candle to the side, watching the flame flicker in the air. The scorching-hot wax drippings melted off from the top of the candle, splashing down across Skuld’s bare breasts. The beautiful faerie hissed at the pain, inhaling sharply. Her eyes locked on Max and her glare showed him clearly that she wanted to curse him and his entire lineage for what he was doing to her, but she didn’t say a word. More wax dripped down over her body, colliding with her stomach and then onto her smooth thighs. The crimson liquid burned as it hardened on her skin but the only reaction was some tiny whimpers at the burning heat. It clearly hurt, but she endured.

Max was nodding to himself. He figured that none of this would be particularly effective on Skuld. Her healing powers were especially strong, and even with the dampening effect of the iron collar around her neck, the norn could recover from most wounds and pain instilled upon her in a matter of moments, or maybe a few minutes if it was especially severe. “Well, I think we learned something,” he said as he pulled the knife from her cunt, turning it around and using the blade to scrape some of the wax off her breasts painfully… revealing unburned skin beneath. The needles in her wings had burned away, leaving nothing but dust to brush off. “We’ll have to go significantly harder, but as a concept, it's promising. That’s enough of that for now, though. As interesting and fun as I think this is, I still have one more thing that I want to do to you, pet.”

“I am not a pet,” Skuld hissed, clearly already hating the nickname that he had bestowed upon her. “I am not some dog to be trained.”

“Agree to disagree,” Max said as he went into the bag in his pocket and took out another set of needles. “I think you just need to be trained a little differently.” Then he grabbed onto her breast, lined the needle up with her nipple, and shoved.

Skuld screamed, louder than what she had when he used the needles on her wings even… the sound partially of pain and partially of sheer shock. The steel, having iron in it, acted just as Astrid had promised… it burned with the contact of her skin and slowed her healing’s ability to undo the damage, causing her constant pain. Then, while she was still squirming, he did it again, targeting her right breast instead. He pulled out a pair of rings next, pushing them in to replace the burning needles as they slowly dissolved away. “These are Muspelheim iron,” he told her as he pinched the first of the two rings shut. “We’ll seal them more permanently later, but I just wanted you to understand that these ones won’t be burning away.”

Skuld looked down at her nipples with horrified, wide eyes as he pushed the second ring into place and sealed it, giving them an experimental tug that brought another shriek to her lungs. “You must be joking!” she protested, raising her hands to protect her tits as if there was a place she could move the rings that wouldn’t burn at her skin. Tears streamed down her face from the pain, what Max hoped would be the first tears of many. “You can’t leave these like this!”

So worried about the pain from the nipple piercings, Skuld hadn’t even noticed that Max still held a third needle. “I think you’ll find I can,” he said as he pushed apart her spread legs, pushing down… then the steel needle was piercing through her clit, and the faerie let out a howl like a wild animal. Her legs immediately tried to close around him, but he shoved her back again, pushing a third ring through her vulnerable button while she wailed. The magical iron was hot against her skin, but it didn’t burn away, and it left Skuld to feel the constant pain of it searing against her most sensitive and intimate of places.

“Definitely worth using up some of the supply,” he said, pleased with himself as he admired the writhing faerie. “Now… let's see what else we can do…”

End of chapter 8
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