This litte post was inspired by /r/DirtyWritingPrompts. The prompt was “When they captured the dark sorceress and put a control collar on her, none of them expected her to be so *into* it…”
I, Rogar the Stonetooth, claimed glory. I sat as my tribesmen drank and ate in this den of demon magic. Magic that makes the dead walk. Magic that calls fire without flint. Magic that the Grondar the Wolf Father forbids. Above all, magic that denied me my great prize. Yes, Rogar the Stonetooth slayed a great mire serpent, only for it to move again, to his shame.
I thumped a sceptor in my hand. I know the value of the bronze that it is made from. But I will never melt this scepter down.
I stood up. I nodded to my Thane Kael. He is a young rider, but has slain many. I gestured at him. He understood. Thane Kael spoke to Thane Veythrak. Veythrak dismissed the two maidens he sat with. He enjoyed their company, but he followed commands. He walked with Thane Kael to the dungeons. They fight well, and I treat them well.
Minutes later, they walked in with my prize. They escorted in Maerith, the sorceress. Her satin robe had been torn in one sleeve. She walked tall, not speaking and not flinching, as if the collar on her neck meant nothing. She ignored the jeers and taunts of my warriors. She looked only at me.
I raised my hand, and the room silenced.
“Your tower is mine!” I said.
She said nothing. I held up the bronze sceptor
“Now you say it!” I command.
“My tower is yours…” she spoke in a clear voice. Her voice is like the Oleander flower, soft and bright, but deadly to the unwise. Her voice could no longer threaten. It would not call dead or create fire. I heard the voice safely now. It would say only what pleases me.
I will even hear it cry. I will see Maerith humiliated and small. She will be made miserable. She will never look down on us from her tower again.
“Step forward. To the center!”
She obeyed. Her gaze on me did not break.
“Why do you look at me? Eyes downward! No… on your knees”
Maerith brushed dirt away on the stone floor, and then she sat on her knees, her face downcast like a servant. An unfraid servant.
“I killed the great Mire Serpent. Then what did you do? Tell everyone.”
“I recited one of the more powerful spells I knew. Powerful even for me. I crushed an emerald. With both of those put together, I animated the giant Mire Serpent and let it guard my tower.”
My people hissed.
“Yes, you say the magic words, but now I do magic,” I held the sceptor up high. “I learned the secret words to command. I know the power of the sceptor and the collar. Look up to me now. Put your hands on the collar. Can you remove it?”
Her blue eyes connect with mine. They glinted like one excited. She placed her hands on the collar as I commanded.
“You know very well that I cannot remove it,” Maerith said.
I walked to her and spoke into her ear.
“Do you know why I killed the Mire Serpent? That was my prize. For the glory of the tribe. For the Wolf Father.”
Maerith said nothing, for I had not commanded her.
“But you stole the Wolf Father’s prize!” I shouted. I raised my arms up. “But now I, Rogar the Stonetooth, will bring you to the halls of the Wolf Father, collared like a rabid pup, and you will be the prize. Shout it!”
“I will be the wolf father’s prize!” she said like a brave warrior before battle. My tribesmen cheered not at her, but for her. They heard her Oleander voice. I stopped them.
“We killed the Mire Serpent twice,” I said. “But still you work your magic!”
She had a smirk on her face. A brave one. Too aroused for a sorceress of the dead. She breathed too loudly for a sorceress of the dead.
“Let me show you what we will do with our prize. Remove your clothes, but you may not stand.”
She ripped her robe, having no other way to obey while on her knees. In her nakedness, she awaited the next order. Her breasts rose and fell. Her nipples point hard because of fear, not excitement. For she had no idea how much Rogar the Stonetooth would humble her.
“My Thanes! This victory is also yours,” I said. Thane Kael and Veythrack looked to me. “Come forth and stand beside her. Loosen your garments. Take a portion of the prize I have promised you.”
Kael and Veytrack groped, touched, and even kissed Mearith’s naked body. She shivered at their rough hands. Then raised her chest higher, like she offered herself to them. She closed her eyes as Kael licked her nipple.
“You are here to please the Thanes, filthy slave!” I growled. “Speak it so you do not forget!”
“I am a filthy slave,” she said smoothly enough to taunt me. “I am here to please your Thanes.”
She whipped her head forward and looked at me again. She grinned under those locks of hair!
“How will I, your slave, please them?”
“Thanes, pull out your cocks! Slave, you will not speak!” I ordered. The once proud sorceress now took the cocks of my thanes. She stroked those whom she once looked down upon. Now she looked up while she swallowed their cocks, as I controlled her. Yes, the one who could call lightning from her hands, or turn my tribesmen into rats instead took their cocks. Maerith sucked harder and faster at Veytrack. I had given her no orders. He watched her. At last, she dropped a single tear, but that was not a gaze of shame that she returned to him. I lifted the sceptor to halt her, but Veythrack groaned with pleasure.
He spent his seed in her mouth and onto her cheek. My tribesman cheered. She reached for Kael’s eager cock next.
“No! You will be on all fours! Like an animal!” I said. “Kael is strong. You will find he does not tire. Do you understand?”
Maerith crawled before me.
“Yes. I’m an animal to be bred. I’m to be fucked,” she said, uncaring of drops of seed in her hair and face. “All for the Wolf father. The great king of beasts!”
That grin again!
“You will be in tears before the night is over!” I declared. Kael looked at me in astonishment. I glowered at him. Then, he remembered himself and undid all his clothes. He entered her wet shrine and pounded her. He treated her like a horse to be broken, with all the strength of a masterful rider. Maerith shrieked at last, absorbing his vigor. She looked up at me, panting.
“Do you wish to beg?” I said.
She said nothing.
“You will take his seed,” I said. “Say that.”
“I… will take…” she stammered. A bead of sweat dripped on her forehead, “I will take…”
“What?”
“I will take his seed!” she screamed. Then she howled. Was it pain, or pleasure? It was not like the servants or the whores of the towns. This strange howl would make another warrior fear, but I am not afraid. That which I control is not strange. Kael shouted with glory next. His forearms flexed while he clenched her waist. He spent his seed inside of her. I pulled her sagging head up by her hair. There was still no more than one tear!
“Do you dare order me to please you next, Stonefang? Or Rocktooth? Or whatever your name is?” she said. I pushed her away and slapped her face. The tribesmen approved.
“Yes! I will order you to please me,” I grunted. I retrieved a scourge. I touched its heavy, knotty, leather tails before her. “We discipline our servants with this. But you will discipline yourself. Strike your own back with this until you cry.”
My tribesmen voiced their approval. Maerith, on her knees once again, whipped the scourge over one shoulder and then the other. She winced at each strike. This pleased me. The tails wrapped each time. Each curious strike left faint pink marks on her skin. “Harder!” I ordered. “Find where it hurts and strike again!”
“Augh!” she cried, gazing at me. I commanded her to continue. Pink stripes became welts and bruises. She broke her own skin. The lashing flicked drops of blood. Her eyes went red and wet. Disgraceful tears trickled over her cheeks. I held the sceptor high for my kinsmen. My prize debased herself before us all, as she would forever.
For I would no more remove her collar than I would melt down the sceptor.
I, Rogar the Stonetooth, stood in glory. Why then did Maerith smirk and giggle through her tears?
I spoke into her ear. “What magic sickens you, Sorceress? You enjoy this!”
She who consorted with demons smiled like one. But I, Rogar, was not afraid.
“Will you order me to crawl again?” Maerith cooed. She slapped the flogger on her back once more. “Or do only your Thanes spill their seed today?”