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The Warlock’s Rites: Ritus Solstitii Hyemalis

By Clark & Lilly

Tags: Mg+, MF, Ff, Fg+, g+, les, bi, demon, magic, monster, viol, preg, ped, reluc, rape, nc, bd, caution.

Amber looked out the window with the bright smile of youth.  Fluffs of snow fluttered and twisted before her eyes.  White fluff capped the spires and minarets of the mage academy.  Tomorrow would be the winter solstice.  A time of year she had grown to love at the academy, and this year was extra important.  For it was Amber’s last year at the academy.  In a little less than three months she would be ten years old.  Then she would be sent off to battle the monstrum with her unimaginable arcane powers.  Then she would be sent to save the kingdom.  To serve as a mage for gods and queen.  So many of her former classmates had left on missions never to return.  It scared her to think about what the future held, but today she was happy.  Today was about fresh fallen snow, and the dreams of the winter solstice feast to come tomorrow.

     She pulled the wolf skin cloak tightly about her shoulders.  Compared to the ludicrously inadequate mage garb it was a warm and welcome comfort.  It wouldn't last however.  A mage could twist the fabric of reality, but any fabric that adorned their skin would be useless rags by the end of the week.  Animal skins lasted longer, but even if Amber discarded her cloak while practicing the cloak would be reduced to tatters within a month.  Nothing destroyed clothing like a mage’s magics.  Which is why the girl wore the standard mage regalia beneath the cloak.  Though with how much it covered, Amber often mused that mages might as well go completely nude.  The golden allocite and blue dreamcloth was so rare and expensive that large gems would be added to the outfit to reduce the cost.  The material was kept to a bare minimum, so the clothing also covered a bare minimum.  A pair of allocite chains to hold up a dreamcloth bikini top.  With an allocite belt to hold up a dreamcloth loincloth to cover her vagina.  The sandals were the most costly.  Being made almost entirely of allocite, but nothing else held up for long against the arcane currents wielded by a mage.

     Amber’s waist length red hair flowed down her back.  Contrasting nicely with the blue grey of the wolf fur.  Her snow white skin glowed in the torch light.  Her emerald eyes sparkled with the falling snow.  Despite the cold, the war, the stress, and the loss of so many friends Amber felt content.  A sensation that was quickly becoming rarer with every passing day.  It was the snow and the solstice that brought her joy.  Some pleasant distractions from the horrors of life.

     “Hey Amber, whach ya doin?”  Amber turned to the young girl.  The little six year-old bounced as she walked up to Amber.

     “Hi Lizette!”  Amber scooped the little girl into her arms.  Hugging her like a little sister.  “I'm just watching the snow fall.”

     “It's so beautiful… it never snowed like this at home.”  Lizette looked longingly at the snow.

     “Well it snows every winter here.”  Amber said as she ruffled Lizette's black hair.

     “Oh… I made this for you Amber.”  Lizette held out a smooth flat moonstone the size of a large coin.  A mark carved into it's face.

     “Awe… it's lovely.   What is it?”  Amber looked at the mark.  Three interlocking circles, one sat a top the other two.  It looked so familiar.  Where had she seen it before?

     “It's a rune stone.  It protects its wearer from evil.”  Lizette fidgeted nervously.

     “That's so sweet.”  Amber smiled as she tried to think of a way to wear it.  The stone would endure her magics since it was a moonstone, but anything she could use to hold it would fall apart in days.  “I don't know how I can wear it without loosing it.”

     “That's the best part.”  Lizette enthused.  “The smithy helped me make it so you can hang it from your belt.”

     Amber quickly saw how.  Then slipped the rune stone on her left hip by threading the clasp through a hole drilled through the top of the rune stone.  She then scooped Lizette up in another hug.  “You're the best Lizette.  So, where did you learn about it?”  Amber was curious about how Lizette came across the idea.

     “I saw it in a dream.  Then found out what it meant in a book in the library.”  Lizette fidgeted nervously as she spoke of the dream.  “It was upside down in my dream though.”

     “A dream… what kind of dream was it?”  Amber felt that nagging familiarity again.

     Lizette leaned in.  Then with her lips brushing Amber’s ears, she whispered.  “A naughty dream.”  Lizette then buried her face in her friend's shoulder as she giggled.

     “Oh really?” Amber replied as she set Lizette down.  She was going to ask why it was a naughty dream, but she looked up to see Magister Dunn looking at the two of them.  An unreadable expression upon his face.  Her line of thought was quickly forgotten do to Dunn’s interruption.   Amber didn't like Dunn.  She couldn't say why.  All the other mages didn't mind him at all.  He always treated the mages with respect, and he was the only man or boy at the academy that didn't leer at the mages.  Amber wasn't even sure what Dunn did at the academy.  She knew he was some kind of glorified clerk.  He was in charge of the servants and guards, and held great sway over the staff.  Yet what he actually did was a mystery to the nine year old girl.  However his influence had limits at the academy, particularly among the teachers.  For he was a commoner, and no matter how skilled or influential he could not overcome his common heritage which halted his status.  The nobles of the palace seemed to take great joy in reminding him of that fact.  Just as they enjoyed reminding Amber that she would never be better than the noble born mages.  Even if she was the top in her class.

     Today, as always, he was wearing his ever present billowing robe.  This one was a dark green.  Worn over top of a black leather jerkin and a white linen shirt.  He liked simplicity, foregoing the frills currently in fashion.  This simplicity of dress made him seem intimidating.  Added in his hard jawline, lean muscular build, and the fact he stood at a shade over seven feet tall completed Dunn’s imposing figure.

     Magister Dunn walked over to the two girls.  His eyes remaining upon their own.  Never once did he leer at them.  His dark blue eyes meeting Amber’s green eyes, and Lizette’s bubbly blue eyes.  “Good evening young ladies, and what a lovely evening it is.”  His deep voice even when spoken gently resonated to the bone.  “The perfect back drop for the solstice.  Wouldn't you agree?”

     “Yes Magister Dunn.” Amber and Lizette said in unison as they bowed.

     “Come now such formalities are not needed here, or now.  We are all common born after all.  Besides it's the solstice.  A time of celebration.  Which reminds me.  The two of you should be in bed.  You will need plenty of rest for tomorrow’s festivities.”  Dunn spoke jovially.

     “I was just giving Amber the gift I made for her.”  Lizette spoke defensively.

     “Well that’s very sweet of you Lizette.”  Dunn seemed to always know everyone’s name without asking.  “But the headmistress was very clear on her orders.  No student is to leave the dormitories after midnight, and it is a quarter after already.”

     “We're sorry Magister Dunn.”  Amber had no desire to end up before the headmistress.

     “As you should be, however I see no need to get the headmistress involved.  She can be overly strict after all.  Besides it is only just after curfew.”  Dunn continued.

     “Thank you!”  Lizette said enthusiastically.  She had been before the headmistress last week when she was caught humping her bedpost by one if the teachers.  The headmistress had Lizette strip.  Then hiked up her own dress.  She proceeded to have Lizette kneel between her legs and lick her privates.  She ended the audience by spanking Lizette’s bare ass and vagina.  Every day since, Lizette had been called to the headmistress’s for a repeat performance.  Lizette didn't mind so much.  It was kinda fun and the juices tasted delicious.  Lizette even enjoyed the time the headmistress had her lick her ass hole.  However Lizette wasn't fond of the spankings she received at the end.

     “Now I know the two of you are looking forward to tomorrow, but the fastest way for tomorrow to come is to sleep through the night.  So off to bed young ladies.” Dunn finished.

    “Thank you Magister Dunn.” Amber and Lizette said before they began the short walk to the mage dormitories.  As the pair walked away a servant girl, a maid named Desiree, approached Magister Dunn, but the two young mages paid no heed to such a common act.  “The Magister makes me shudder.”  Amber whispered conspiratorially with Lizette.  “I don't know why, but he makes me...uhg…”  Amber shivered as she spoke.

     “Don't be silly.  He's nice.  He also never looks at the mages the way the other men and boys do.”  Lizette retorted.  “Georgia told me she once sneaked a peek under his robe to see if he wore pants or not.”

     “Oh gosh...did she get caught?”  Amber was certain Dunn always wore trousers.

     “Yes, but he just scolded her.”  Lizette giggled.

     “And?”  Amber was very curious now.

     “Oh well Georgia said he wears pants under the robe, but there was quite the bulge.”  Lizette trailed off in a fit of giggles.

     “Quite the bulge…”  Amber giggled with her friend.  “Do you even know what that means?”

     Lizette leaned close to her friend, and whispered into her ear.  “It means he has a big pee pee.”  At this both girls burst into a fit of giggles.

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     Magister Dunn waited for the two young mages to be out of earshot.  “How serendipitous, the two know each other.  This should make things more fun.”  He then turned to the servant girl.  “What about the third?”

     “There has been a problem.  Lady Rothschild interrupted us.  We were forced to take her as well.”  Whispered Desiree.

     “Amelia Rothschild and her sweet daughter, Lolicia, in my grasp.  This is a beautiful winter solstice indeed.”  A wicked smile spread across Dunn’s face.  “We will need to accelerate our plans.  It is actually somewhat simpler this way, is it not.”

     “How shall we handle these two?”  Desiree said casting a lustful glance at the two young mages.

     “You take Lizette, I will handle Amber.”  Dunn instructed.  “Take a pair of thralls with you, and don't forget your blade.  It should be easy enough to grab a sleeping mage, but if she wakes you will need to be able to counter her magic.”

     “It shall be done.”  Desiree replied with a bow.

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     Amber slept fitfully.  Her dreams filled with faceless shadows.  Hands of ice caressed her body.  Shadows twisted about her.  This nightmare was nothing new for Amber.  Every night her slumber dragged her down into this hell of living shadows.  Alien bodies of darkness twisted all about.  Familiar shapes pulled at her mind.  A colossal throne of darkness filling the void.  Shadows all about… Twisting… Gyrating… Thrusting… Humping...

     A figure formed before her.  Something the dream had never had before.   She felt drawn to this giant of darkness.  Slowly the giant turned to look upon her.  Moving closer with every heartbeat.  Amber looked to the face expecting to see the face she knew she feared.  A handsome young man looked at her.  Dark eyes and dark hair contrasting with fair skin.  A short well groomed beard graced his face.  He was a stranger.  Amber had never seen him before.  She was quite shocked.  Amber had expected the face of Magister Dunn.  To see that of a complete stranger was somehow more unnerving.  A smile, lacking mirth and kindness, spread across the unknown man's lips.

     “Now, My sweet Amber, you are Mine.”  His voice shook Amber to the core.

     Amber shot up in her bed.  Spilling her warm furs and blankets to the stone floor.  It was just a dream, she told herself.  The same dream that had assaulted her mind so many nights before, but it wasn't.  This time the dream was different.  The strange giant had chilled Amber to the bone.  She could still feel those piercing dark eyes upon her.  She cast her eyes about her room, shivering at a draft.  The three other girls she sheared the dormitory with had all been sent on missions weeks ago.  Rumors had reached the academy that all had been captured by the Org.  Amber shuddered  She was alone, so why did she feel like she wasn't alone.  Then she saw it.  A shadow out of place.  A dark spot deeper than the rest.  She quickly grabbed her staff beside her bed.  Called up a bolt of lightning.  Hurling it at the shadow.  The dark figure lifted a long blade.  Intercepting the arch of blue lightning.  Amber felt the magic siphoned from her grasp.  The sudden bright light blinding her in the renewed darkness.

     “I knew you would be the most trouble.  Such a talented young mage.  A perfect reaction.”  Amber knew that voice.  It was Magister Dunn’s deep resonating tone.  “But that is why I took precautions.”  Heavy hands gripped her from behind.  Her staff, ripped from her fingers.  A thick gag shoved into her mouth as she tried to scream.  “That is why I made sure your roommates would be indisposed.”  Amber’s eyes went wide at his words.  Did that mean what it seemed to mean.  Could he really have sent her friends to their doom at the hands of Org.  Surely he didn't have that kind of power.  “That is why I came here myself.”  Amber struggled as her arms and legs were pulled together behind her back.  Tight cord pulled about her wrists and ankles.  Her captors then picked her up by the rope binding her limbs together.  Carrying her like a sack of potatoes.  Magister Dunn took the lead.  Guiding them through the corridors.  Twisting through the maze of halls and rooms.  With one last turn they entered the hall leading to the cellars.  Only to be confronted by one of the academy’s night guards.

     “Magister Dunn!  What is this?”  The guard drew his sword.  Confusion write upon his face.

     “Marcus, you weren't supposed to be here.”  Dunn seemed unmoved by the drawn steel.

     “I ask you again.  Explain yourself.”  The guard seemed hesitant.

     “I'm saving our people.  The kingdom is collapsing.  The queen is out of touch with reality.  Do you really think little girls can save us from what's happening?  Join me.  Serve me.  This rotting corpse of a kingdom will fall.  With or without my help.  I will raise a new empire from the ashes, and humanity will prevail.”  Dunn slowly moved closer to the guard as he spoke.  “I can give you power.  Power the likes of which you have never dreamed.”

     “No… this is wr…”  Amber screamed into her gag as the guard’s words were cut short.  Dunn had slowly moved within his guard.  Then quickly rushed the man.  Gripping his sword arm and throat.  A sickening crack echoed throughout the hall as the guard's wrist snapped.  His sword dropping from his now useless fingers.  Clattering to the stone cobbles as Dunn twisted his neck at a sharp angle.  Another crack rang out as the guard's neck snapped.  His head lolling to the side awkwardly.

     “Pitty, Marcus would have made a good thrall.”  Magister Dunn seemed otherwise unaffected by the guard’s murder as he let his body drop to the floor like a discarded ragdoll.  “Take the body to the vats and dispose of it.  I will take the girl.”

     “Yes Master.”  The two holding Amber spoke in unison as they bowed.  With unnerving ease, the men passed her to Dunn.  Then went about the grizzly task of disposing of Marcus’s body.

     Amber wept softly into her gag.  She felt so helpless.  Magister Dunn had batted away her spell like it was nothing.  That shouldn't have been possible.  Furthermore what was he talking about.  He can't really believe that the kingdom was lost.  It was to much to take in.  Magister Dunn carried her down into the cellars.  Through dark twisting corridors that Amber didn't even know existed.  Soon they entered a large room.  A tarped cart sat upon a cargo elevator in the middle of the room.  The trap doors above were thrown open.  Letting snow gently drift to the floor.  The maid Desiree stood by the cart wearing a heavy black riding cloak.

     “There you are.  We were beginning to worry.”  Desiree spoke softly as she helped Dunn load Amber into the cart.

     “Ran into Marcus.  Why wasn't he drugged?”  Dunn replied.

     “He must have skipped the wine.  We will need to be more careful in the future.  I take it you had to kill him.”

     “Correct on all points.”

     “Shame.”

     With that said Amber found herself in the back of the cart.  The tarp blocking her vision.  She looked about herself desperately.  She could make out other figures, trussed up as she was.  As her eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the tarp, Amber counted at least three other captives.  One was bigger than her, but the other two were much smaller.  The smallest figure was tied up next to the largest.  Amber saw the shimmer of their blonde hair.  The next smallest was closer to her, and Amber could make out a black page boy haircut.  Not unlike Lizette’s.  A sickening feeling sunk to the pit of her stomach.  It was exactly like Lizette’s hair, because it was her young friend.  Soon the cart began to move.  Where they were going and why Amber could only guess, but wherever it was it wasn't for any good purpose.

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     Amber awoke with a start as the cart pulled to a stop.  She didn't remember falling asleep.  The greater light made her believe the sun must have risen.  She looked to the other captives.  Only to see Lizette’s tear stained face.  Tied and gagged as they were, Amber had no way to comfort her friend.  She looked to the other two.  It was lady Rothschild and her three year old daughter Lolicia.  Lady Rothschild was a seventeen year old former mage.  The daughter of a wealthy Lord.  She developed quite the reputation among the court.  At thirteen she fell pregnant with her daughter with no husband, or even a man she could single out as the father.  Now she was heavily gravid with her second child, and if rumors were to be believed, from a different father then the first.  Considering how well known she was for spreading her legs, Amber had little doubt it was a different father.  Furthermore Lady Rothschild was among the nobles that took it upon themselves to, as they put it, put those uppity commoners back in their place.  She advocated that only noble born daughters should be allowed to become mages.  She viewed mages such as Amber or Lizette as an affront.  Amber hoped that they did whatever it was they were going to do to them to that bitch first.

     The tarp was thrown off of the cart, letting the cold air flood in.  Large men hoisted the four of them bodily from the cart.  Green pines frosted with a dusting of snow glistened in the sunlight all about them.  They were in a clearing in the woods.  Crumbling pillars gave mute evidence of the ruin beneath the fresh fallen snow.  The four were carried to a large floored tent.  Here the men set them down.  Then went about cutting their cloths off.  They started with lady Rothschild.  Taking care not to nick her skin as they cut her night clothes from her.  Then they removed poor little Lolicia’s cloths.  Leaving the poor little toddler naked and shivering.  When they got to Lizette they simply cut away the allocite and dreamcloth covering the six year old’s nipples and groin.  Then replaced it with a mockery of a mage’s uniform.  The dress now covered nothing.  The material circled around her nipples, and her groin was simply left bare.  When they got to Amber they did the same to her.  One of the men noticed the rune stone.  Knowing what it was meant to do, he pointed it out to the others with a hearty laugh.  Feeling the need to add more insult, they repositioned the rune stone.  Now it hung from the front of her allocite belt.  Resting gently atop her clitoris hood.  Every move she made would bounce the stone upon her clit.  Sending shivers down her spine to her toes.  After finishing the men removed their gags.  Added some wood to a brazer in the  center of the tent.  Then left the girls be, closing the flap of the tent behind them.

     “Amber, what's going on? What do they want? What are they going to do to us?”  Lizette was the first to speak, rattling off the questions as fast as they came to her mind.

     “I don't know Lizette, but whatever it is, it isn't good.”  Amber felt that it was best to be honest with the girl.  False hope would only make things worse for the girl.

     “You think!”  Lady Rothschild snapped at the young mage.  “Why didn't you just blast them into oblivion?  A noble born would have done better.”

     “Oh shut up.  I did try to “blast them into oblivion” you fool.  Dunn just ripped my magic away like it was nothing.”

     “Dunn?  As in magister Dunn?”  Amber expected rage at her insult, but the mere name of Dunn sent lady Rothschild into a panic.  “He's behind this?”

     “It would seem so.  The maid Desiree as well.  I haven't recognized any of the others.”  Amber took note of lady Rothschild’s lack of reaction to her insult.

     “Oh gods… it can't be true.”  Lady Rothschild seemed to be losing it.

     “What in the hells are you talking about?”  Amber was getting sick of being the calm one.  She may be a mage, but she was still just a little girl.

     “There were rumors.  Peasant’s tall tales, but they can't be true.  Warlocks are a myth, they're not real.”  Lady Rothschild was near hysterics now.

     “What are you saying?”  Lizette was getting nervous.

     “One of my maids, she told me about whispers.  Whispers about the good magister Dunn.  That he was leading a cult of warlocks.”  Lady Rothschild rambled.  “I thought she was just a superstitious fool, but then she vanished.  No one seemed to know where.”

     “What is a warlock?”  Amber had heard no such rumors.

     “Mommy I'm scared.”  Lolicia whimpered.

     “Oh baby, mommy's here.”  Lady Rothschild scooted over to her daughter pressing her body to her daughter's.  She then looked back up at Amber.  “I've only heard legends.  Warlocks are supposedly some kind of anti-mage.  Able to absorb a mage’s power.  Turning it against them.  They're demon worshipers.  Offering blood sacrifices to dark beings in exchange for their abilities.”

     Dark laughter rang out from the lips of Desiree, who had just entered the tent.  “Almost accurate.  We give offerings to the Dark Master in exchange for His blessing.  The powers are all ours.  Gained through dark rites.”  Desiree pulled at the chain in her hand.  Causing the sword sheathed at her hip to jingle.  A nude girl of fifteen crawled into the tent.  She wore a collar attached to the other end of the chain.  Her mouth was held a gap by a ring gag.  Her long brown hair pulled back in a braid trailed out behind her by nearly a dozen feet.  “Ah… Amelia, you remember your maid...” Desiree clicked her tongue.  “You know what, I can't remember her name.  These days I just call her cock whore.  Well she had too many words in her mouth.  She said so too much.  So I filled her mouth with something else, and if you want me to do the same to you then keep yapping.  Otherwise… shut up.”  Desiree then turned, and left the tent.  Taking her pet with her.

     Lolicia started to sob softly.  While Lizette cried in silence.  Lady Rothschild just stared blankly at the tent wall.  Amber alone stayed alert.  Her eyes darting this way and that.  Trying to find a way out.  Even if only she could escape, so she could warn the queen of this new threat from within.  She looked long and hard at the burning brazer.  Its decorative legs with sharp edges.  With thought came action.

     Amber scooted her way to the brazer.  Till she could reach the ornamental legs with her bindings.  She sawed her bindings as fast as she could.  Twines snapping as she cut deeper into the cord.  The progress was so slow.  Amber worried that someone would enter the tent before she could make good her escape.  She shuddered at the thought of discovery.  

     Pop!  The first full cord had been severed.  Her bindings slackened, but not enough to break free.  Lizette looked to Amber at the noise.  New hope burning in her chest.  Amber sawed at her bindings faster.  She nicked the palm of her hand.  Opening a stinging cut.  No time for pain.  Only escape matters.

     Snap!  A second cord broke free.  Amber felt that one more would be enough.  Lady Rothschild awoke from her stupor.  Her eyes darting from Amber to the tent's entrance.  Lizette mouthed “hurry up” to her friend.

     Pop! Amber was free.  She shook the remaining cords from her limbs.  Then quickly dove to Lizette’s side.  Amber worked at the knots with renewed vigor.  Soon two of them would be free.  Then freeing the other two would be a simple matter.

     “What are you doing?”  Lady Rothschild hissed.  “Go… leave us.  It is your duty to warn the queen.”

     “I'm not leaving without the rest of you.” Amber whispered in reply.  “Besides they don't know that I'm free.  I have plenty of time, so long as we keep quiet.”

     Lizette was now free.  The pair stood to rush over to lady Rothschild and Lolicia.

     “RUN!”  Lady Rothschild yelled.

     Amber and Lizette stood facing a large man with a drawn sword.  It was Donovan, a lieutenant of the academy guard.  The sword tip danced between the two of them.  Its tip barely pressed against their skin upon their chests.

     “Please don't.  I would really regret having to damage such perfect young bodies.”  Donovan spoke in smooth tones.  “But damage them I will, if you do not do as instructed.”

     Amber and Lizette froze in their tracks.  Hands raised above their heads.  Lady Rothschild wept in hysterics.  Her daughter balling beside her.

     “That's good girls...”  Donovan motioned them down with his sword tip.  “Now kneel, with your hands behind your backs.”  Amber and Lizette complied reluctantly.  “Good.  Bring me the cuffs.”  He hollered out the tent flap.  “Make it four pairs.  I don't want a repeat of this.”

     The cuffs, as it turned out, were a set of four ratcheting rings welded together.  So as to tightly bind one's wrists and ankles together.  Several men entered carrying them, and quickly went to work securing the girls in the cuffs.  The last hope of escape vanished.  Amber dropped to the floor in despair.  She and her friend were going to be sacrificed to some demonic god, and she could do nothing to stop it.  The strain was too much.  Amber felt her head spinning.  Everything was beyond her control.  Sweet oblivion greeted her as she passed out.

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     “Amber...Amber, wake up!”

     Amber slowly came to.  Lizette was kneeling beside her.  Nudging Amber with her shoulder.  “Amber… something's happening.”  Lizette whispered in her ear.

     Amber looked about the tent.  Less light was filtering in from outside.  It must be nearing dusk.  She could hear lots of movement outside the tent.  As if a great number of people were without.  What could be going on?

     Without warning the tent flaps were thrown open.  Cold air blasted into the tent, making the four girls shiver.  Several large men entered, and carried them out into the clearing.  That is when Amber got a good look at what was happening.  The snow had been removed from the floor of the clearing.  Thus revealing a smooth stone surface.  Thirteen burning braziers, much like the one in the tent, were placed in a large circle on the cleared stone.  Strange three foot tall girls with horns, long pointed ears, and tails danced about the braziers.  Amber shook in fear when she realized What they were.  Imps, twisted demonic beings from the Abyss.

     Shadows danced in the dying light of the sun.  Weird inhuman shapes mulled in the crowd about the circle of braziers.  Drawn upon the ground were three complex interlocking circles.  Each composed of an outer circle and two progressively smaller inner circles.  Strange eldritch runes filled the boundaries of the circles.  The strange symbols carried the suggestion of familiarity.  This was the end then.  Amber shuddered at the thought.  Sacrificed to a demon lord, gods what a way to go.

     Amber watched in numb horror as Lolicia was placed in the center of one of the circles.  Lizette was placed in the second.  Then she was placed in the third.  The men set lady Rothschild down beyond the circle of braziers.  Apparently she wasn't going to be sacrificed with the three of them.  Amber simply stared before her in a stupor.  All was lost.  She saw no hope for escape or salvation.  Lizette and Lolicia looked about the crowd in feverish fear.  For they recognized many of the inhuman beings about them.

     A group of half a dozen Org, all wearing the regalia of chieftains, conversed with Donovan and a group of warlocks.  Donovan and the Org laughed as he described the sexual conquest of a little girl.  A trio of Centaurum spoke to Desiree.  She was in the middle of explaining the operating of what she called a girl farm.  Lastly two massive royal Arachma warriors flanked a broodmother sitting atop the back of a third.  Dunn spoke to the broodmother.  Explaining the benefits the warlocks could offer the Arachma.  “You would become one with the Arachma.  No longer a simple host for the eggs of the breeders.  You would be able to make eggs of your own, and implant them into a host of your choosing.”  His voice carried through the murmur.

     Various implements were laid about the circles.   Three dark metal rings, three inches wide and an eighth of an Inch thick, were placed before each girl.  The sharp point were the ring clasped brought Amber back from despair.  Only to then dangle her over deeper gulfs of anguish, as she contemplated the rings’ purpose.  Three fat foot long phalluses of a blue wax substance were set seemingly randomly within each circle.  Amber really didn't like where this was going.  Lastly nine girls walked into the circle of braziers.  The girls had their nipples and clits pierced with rings identical to the ones set before Amber, Lizette and Lolicia.  Three of the girls were the same age as Amber.  Another three were the same age as Lizette.  The last three were the same age as Lolicia.  This peeked Amber’s curiosity.  The girls separated into three groups, each containing one girl of each age.  Each group then took up positions in each circle.  Such that one girl of each age sat next to the phalluses within a circle.  The nine girls sat in unison.  This seemed to be a signal to the crowd.  For as they knelt all fell silent.

     Magister Dunn, Desiree, and Donovan moved within the circle of braziers.  Standing at the center were the three interlocking circles met.  Donovan stood before Lolicia, Desiree stood before Lizette, and Dunn stood before Amber.  Dunn turned about looking at the hushed crowd.

     “Fellow warlocks.  Honored guests.  Initiates and loyal thralls.  Today we have gathered In full for the first time.  Today we have cemented a glorious future.  Tonight we shall gain the blessing of the Dark Master.  For the first time in a millennia, mankind shall invoke the Ritus Solstitii Hyemalis.”  Dunn walked over to lady Rothschild.  “Ah, Amelia.  How I have waited for this day.  Tonight you shall give birth to triplets.  Three daughters spoken of in dark prophecy.  Identical triplets, born to a noble whore.  Upon the second night of a new moon.  Upon the dusk of the winter solstice.  So weep not at the fate of your eldest.  For you will bare hundreds of more daughters once all is said and done.”

     Lady Rothschild looked daggers at Dunn, but before she could say a single word her body was hit by the first contraction.  She screamed bloody murder as they came faster and faster.  Women in red robes gathered about the young mother.  It took far less time than Amber had expected for the first girl to be born.  The second daughter soon followed,  and the third came even faster.  By the time it was over Amelia Rothschild was completely exhausted.  She laid limply as Imps began administering strange potions to her.  Rubbing lotions on her breasts, and groin.  Soon she seemed to look renewed.  As she rev overed she looked franticly about for her daughters.  Only to see them swaddled by three of the warlock midwives.  Then held aloft so the crowd could see the newborns.  

     Once more Dunn spoke to the crowd.  “Behold the daughters of whoredoms.  The brides of the Master’s Hand.”  At Dunn’s words the crowd cheered.  Such a sickening commotion had never before fallen upon Amber’s ears.

     Darkness enveloped the clearing as the last light of dusk faded from the sky.  The midwives hurried away with the infants.  Lady Rothschild was left to watch the fate of her eldest daughter as she was dragged off to the side.  The imp bitches added more wood to the fires.  Stoking the flames to greater heights.  Even still the cold was getting to Amber, and it looked to her that Lizette and Lolicia were worse off then her.  Dunn returned to the center of the circles, signaling the ritual to begin.  Amber watched as the nine girls serving the warlocks took up the phalluses in unison.  Then they began fucking themselves with the massive wax cocks.  The girls moaned like whores in heat as they thrust blue wax phalluses in and out of their tight little pussies.  The three warlocks once again stood facing the center.  Power twisted together.  Seething up from the nine girls violating themselves.  Gathering in such quantities that Amber’s mouth fell open in astonishment.  The warlocks gathered the arcane torrents together.  Twisting the energies into a spell.  The runes glowed brightly.  Until Amber had to close her eyes to shut out the light.  Then light turned to sucking darkness.  Even the flames of the burning braizers where blocked from sight.  Then with a sudden change of pressure the unnatural darkness vanished and a portal opened between the three warlocks.

     Amber stared at the total darkness beyond the portal.  Morbid curiosity prompted Amber to wonder what nightmares lay beyond.  Her reprieve was rudely interrupted when the three girls about her all stood at once.  Then walked to her.  The blue phalluses wedged deep in their cunts.  Amber looked about and saw the other girls do the same in their circles.  Before she could figure out their intent, Amber found herself assaulted by the trio of phalluses.  The youngest girl plunged her phallus into Amber’s ass.  She screamed as the massive wax cock spread her anus like nothing had before.  She shook her head now as she saw the eldest press the tip into her virgin folds.

     “No...please no...no...noOmmm”  Amber’s please were cut short when the third girl shoved her phallus down Amber’s throat.  Amber stared in horror as she watched the same be done to Lizette and Lolicia.  Lolicia screamed when the huge wax cock was shoved half a foot up her ass.  Only to have screams replaced with garbled moans as another was shoved in her little mouth.  Amber’s mortification plumbed new depths when she saw Lizette.  The six year old’s ass pushed in the air.  Her hips humping back at the invading phallus hammering her colon.  Her mouth bobbing on blue wax cock.  The last one ready to be buried in her cunt.  Acting on some unseen signal, the three elder girls rammed the phalluses into their cunts in unison.  Amber screamed about the phallus in her mouth.  Lolicia’s head lolled to the side as she lost consciousness.  Lizette moaned like a whore as she doubled her efforts.  Thrusting her little hips back upon the phalluses.  Amber’s eyes rolled back.  So big.  So full.  So good.

     Amber felt a hand lifting her chin.  She looked up into Dunn’s face.  A twisted smile graced his lips.  “Poor Amber… you may doubt it now, but this is what you were truly training to become.  Mages were never meant to wield the magics they harness.  You're just a source of power for warlocks.”  With that said he grabbed her left nipple, and pulled it taught.  Then he pierced her nipple with one of the metal rings.  Jamming the sharp end of the clasp through her areola.  Amber screamed louder into the blue phallus being plunged down her throat.  

     The cries of Lolicia and Lizette joined her own as Desiree and Donovan did the same to them.  Amber arched her back as pleasure mixed with pain.  She felt her right nipple pulled tight.  She braced herself for what would come next.  Her scream joined those of Lizette and Lolicia, but after the initial hot lance of pain, warm pleasure rolled through her body.  Briefly Amber wondered where the third ring would go.  She thought of the three girls currently raping her with the blue phalluses.  They too hard three rings piercing their tender parts, but as soon as she realised where the last ring would go she felt her clit pinched and pulled.  White lights exploded in her vision.  She couldn't tell the difference anymore.  Pain and pleasure became one.  Orgasm after orgasm thundered through her body.

     Amber felt the world turn upside down.  At first she didn't understand why.  Then she saw Lizette and Lolicia.  Desiree had pick Lizette up by her brand new clit and nipple rings, and Donovan had done the same with Lolicia.  The blue phalluses still shoved deep in all of the girl's holes.  The pair twitched in constant orgasm.  Amber then understood.  The same was being done to her.  The trio was carried to the gaping portal.  Then with a gentle heave, all three were cast through by the warlocks.  The portal of darkness snapping closed as soon as the girls were thrown in.

     Dunn turned to the gathered crowd.  Raised his arms to signal the completion of the ritual.   The crowd roared.  Robes and clothing were torn from their bodies as they fell on each other in a grand orgy.  The wild sex would continue till sunrise as tradition dictated.

     Dunn walked up to Amelia.  Lifting the weeping mother’s face to look at his.  “Come now Amelia.  You have three other daughters, and I will give you many more.”

     “What have you done to my daughters?”Amelia cried.  “Why are you doing this Dunn?”

     “Your eldest has been cast into the Abyss to become the plaything of the Dark Master.  Your triplets will be raised in the order.  Trained as warlocks.  Taught our ways, so that when the Master's Hand should come they will be ready to serve him.”  Dunn explained as he held lady Rothschild by her chin.  “As for why...because you brought it upon yourself.  You whored yourself out to all comers.  Even me the ‘uppity peasant’.  If you hadn't brought so much attention to yourself.  We never would have known that today your daughter turned three years, three months, and three days old.  As for the other two girls we choose them because they were the right age.  Lizette was the needed six years, six months, and six days old.  I do think the little slut rather enjoyed the ritual.  As for Amber, well she was the needed nine years, nine months, and nine days old.  Such a powerful mage too.  She was a good offering to the Dark Master.  We had planned on waiting till after the solstice to grab you and the triplets, but you saw to interrupting our work.  We had to improvise.  It worked out rather quite well.  Wouldn't you agree?”

     “Your mad!”  Amelia wailed.  “Leave my daughters be.  You already took one from me.”

     “Your daughters!  They are my daughters as well.”  Dunn smiled at the look of shock upon Amelia’s face.  “Yes I knew.  I knew from the moment you gave yourself to me.  Fret not over their fate.  You will see plenty of them.”  Dunn presented a blue wax phallus to Amelia’s eyes.  “I take it you are not familiar with caligulian wax.  We make it from the crystalline hives of an interesting little demon, mixed with imp cum.  It has wonderful properties.  It makes flesh stronger and more elastic, so instead of tearing it stretches.  We treated your vagina and anus while you recovered from the birthing.”  Dunn shoved the phallus down Amelia’s throat.  “You didn't pay much attention when we fucked last.  I'm afraid I hid something from you.”  Dunn then loosed his robe.  Pulling out a pair of two foot long, three inch thick cocks.  Amelia stared in renewed terror.  Dunn just picked her up.  Lined his hard cocks up with her cunt and rosebud.  Then slammed into Amelia.  Burying his cocks to the base in her colon and womb.  Amelia’s head spun as she saw her stomach bulge impossibly.  Pleasure and pain danced to the rhythm of Dunn’s thrusts.  She couldn't help it.  The orgasms came of their own accord.  Slamming through her body one after another.  Amelia’s mind spun with wild lights.  The wax phallus pumped in and out of her throat by one of the imps.  Amelia lost track of time as she was violated.  She soon found cock after cock, and pussy after pussy presented to her mouth.  Without a second thought she serviced them all.  She never quite remembered when the wax phallus had been removed from her mouth.  She took load after load of hot cum down her throat, mindlessly guzzling every drop of cum.  Before the night was done Amelia had sucked every cock, and eaten every cunt at the orgy.  Including three especially tiny cum filled cunts.  Deep in her womb Dunn’s black magic was at work.  Two fresh eggs had been pushed from her ovaries into her womb, where they found ropes of Dunn’s hot virile cum.

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     Amber coughed as she tried to breathe.  The phalluses had seemingly absorbed into her as she entered the Abyss.  Looking about herself she saw Lizette to her right.  Breathing heavily as she recovered from the fucking.  Lolicia was to her left crying softly.  Amber stretched her arms.  Her arms!  They were free as were her legs.  Amber stood and stretched her sore body.  Then she looked about herself.

     “Where are we?” Lizette had recovered, and was casting her eyes about the darkness.

     “Mommy!”  Lolicia seemed almost frantic.  “Mommy where are you?”

     Amber pulled the little three year old to herself.  Rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort the small blonde.  “I'm sorry Lolicia, but your mommy isn't here.”  The toddler began to cry harder.  So Amber picked her up and held Lolicia to her chest in her arms.  The small girl sobbed into Amber’s shoulder.  “I really don't have a clue of where we are.  Only vague concepts are know about the Abyss.”

     “Ha ha ha…”  The deep laughter echoed through the shadowed hall.  Reverberating off of unseen walls in the deeper shadows about the three girls.

     Ice ran down Amber’s spine.  That voice… but it couldn't be.  “Lizette, we stick together.  Now come on.”  Amber took Lizette’s hand, and, with Lolicia In her arms, started walking in the first direction she faced.

     “Amber… where will we go?  We don't even know where here is.”  Lizette quipped.

     “Yes… come… come to Me… worship before the throne of shadow.”  The voice seemed to come from everywhere.

     “Anywhere but here is fine with me.”  Amber said as she picked up the pace.

     Shadows twisted and writhed in the darkness.  Soft grunts and moans filled the air.  Amber started to see shapes in the darkness.  Massive pillars towered to unseen heights above.  Gentle gasps snatched at their ears.  Strange winged and horned shadows lurked to either side.  Amber dragged Lizette behind her as she now ran.  Poor little Lolicia, held in Amber’s arms, weeping as her eyes darted from shadow to shadow.

     “Did you really think them to be dreams?  My sweet little Amber...  It is time for you to accept the truth.  To accept your Master.”

     Amber was in full panicked flight now.  Lizette barely able to keep up.

     “Good… bring Me them… The hot little Lizette, and darling innocent Lolicia.”

     “Please… gods guide me.”  Amber prayed aloud.  Her footsteps ringing upon a smooth stone floor.  Faster...it was the only way to safety.  Amber tripped upon a step up.  Sending the three of them to the floor.  Crawling to her hands and knees Amber looked up before her.  Gentle blue light filled the room lighting what once was hidden.

     Grand sweeping steps spanning over six feet piled atop one another.  A great throne of obsidian sat upon the apex of the steps.  Pillows of all colors and sizes sat about the throne and steps.  Young girls, human and alien, lounged upon the pillows.  Many were nude, others had wisps of clothing and jewelry.  All had their nipples and clits pierced by the same rings of dark metal.  A giant figure sat upon the throne.  Amber figured that the giant would be well over twenty feet tall standing.  A heavy black chain draped about His neck.  Bearing a large medallion that rested upon His chest.  His waist was girdled by a belt of solid shadow, hung with a broad black silk loincloth.  Which failed completely to conceal His massive manhood.  His six and a half foot long flaccid cock hung to the floor between His legs.  Several girls huddled about it.  Kissing and caressing the monstrous, half foot thick, member.  The flared glans was crowned with spines.  The ridged shaft had more spines in rows along its length.  Spicy precum leaked from the head as the little girls lapped it up.  His god like body was rippling with muscles.  Black Ram’s horns crowned His head, tousling His short black hair.  His face though… Amber knew His face, but it couldn't be.  It was a nightmare.  It was just a dream.  The same handsome features.  The same dark eyes.  The same short beard.  The same cold smile.

     “I told you that you were Mine.”  Amber simple kneeled before the black throne.  Lizette and Lolicia curled beside her.

     “How...where...who...who are you?”  Amber stammered.

     “I am the Shadow’s Hate, the Evil Whisper, the Wanton Need, The Dark Master.  This…”  The giant gestured about Himself.  “Is My throne… My palace… My home.  And you, My dears, are My concubines.  Now come, and worship your Master.” 

     He motioned with His hand for Lolicia to come.  The little three year old stood and walked to the Dark Master as if in a trance.  She fell to her knees embracing the giant cock.  Kissing and licking the shaft as she rubbed herself against the glans.  The huge cock slowly grew as it hardened.  Lifting Lolicia up upon the glans.  Her hips gyrating against His hardness.  Soon she sat upon the tip as the cock pointed to the arched roof hundreds of feet above.  The now nine foot monstrosity twitched and pulsed as the tiny three year old ground herself against the head.  Trying to push it within herself.  Despite the glans being larger around than her waist.

     Lolicia ground and pushed harder and harder.  Her trance replaced with wanton lust.  Her immature labia stretching obscenely.  Half a dozen of the little vixens, that had been lounging about the throne, scrambled up the pillar of cock meat.  Grabbing Lolicia’s legs.  Pulling her down on the cock.  Others gripped and pulled the girl's labia open.  Spreading her wider.  Lolicia screamed with debauched rapture as she pulled and twisted her nipple rings.  Her back arched and mouth moaning from the pleasure.  The newly crowned whore child screamed in ecstasy as, with a squelching pop, the giant cock head was engulfed by her cunt.  Lolicia’s belly bulged obscenely.  Making the small three year old look nine months pregnant.

     Amber stared in shock.  Her expression warred between horror and lust.  Lust was winning.  Amber’s hands worked between her legs of their own volition.  One dove between her folds.  The other hand went to work on her clit.  Twisting and pulling her clit ring.  Which made the protection rune stone bounce pleasantly.  Lizette was eagerly thrusting her whole fist in and out of her smooth cunt.  Her other hand pulling at her nipple rings.

     Lolicia screamed in constant orgasm.  Her little girl juices spraying out of her stretched cunt.  Humping her cute little body up and down on the cock head.  The Dark Master grabbed Lolicia by her hips.  Then pulled her down on His colossal cock.  Thrusting another foot of nine inch thick cock meat into the three year old’s body.  His spined glans clearly outlined by her obscenely stretched stomach.  Then with a monstrous growl He began pumping Lolicia on His cock.  Hammering a foot of His nine feet of cock in and out of the girl’s ravaged cunt.  Lolicia’s eyes rolled back till only the whites of her golden eyes showed.  Her blonde hair flailed wildly about as she was jacked up and down the Dark Master’s cock.  

     With deep guttural grunts the Dark Master’s cock pulsed in orgasm.  Gallons of hot jizz pumped into Lolicia’s womb.  Inflating her stomach like a balloon.  Gobs of cum sprayed from the unholy union between the Demon Lord and little girl.  Little vixens scurried to the drops of demon cum.  Lapping them up with fevered hunger.  Amber and Lizette orgasmed simultaneously, as they were sprayed with spicy demon cum.  Thus sending dozens of vixens upon them.  A fair skinned girl, with long pointed ears, licked up a large gob off of Amber’s chest.  She then kissed Amber upon the lips.  Pushing the spicy cum into Amber’s mouth.  Amber moaned as she savored the spicy cum.  Extending her tongue to push it back into the other girl's mouth.  Back and forth they traded the demon cum, till none remained.  Swirling their tongues about each other's mouths one last time before breaking the kiss.  The pointy eared girl then gave Amber one last peck and lick upon her lips.  Then slinked away to an orgy of little vixens worshiping the Dark Master’s testicles.

     Amber glanced over at Lizette.  Only to see her eagerly engaged in a sixtynine with a small blue skinned girl, whom Amber guessed to be around six years old.  Amber then looked about for Lolicia.  Finding her still logged upon the Dark Master’s glans.  The Dark Master reached out, gripping the three year old under her arms.  With a gentle tug she popped off of His giant cock head.  The squelch echoing about the hall.  Gallons of cum poured out of Lolicia’s well fucked cunt.  Drenching the little vixens beneath her.  Sending them into a flurry to lick the jizz from each other's bodies.  The Dark Master gentle laid Lolicia on the floor beside Amber.  Where the little girl continued to twitch in orgasm.  A trio of vixens pouncing upon the three year old.  Devouring the demon cum from her pussy.

     “Sweet golden Lolicia… you shall bear Me the most beautiful honey cummed, golden winged offspring.  They shall be marvelous, swift, and deadly.”  The Dark Master’s voice reverberating throughout the thrown room.

     With a wave of His hand the Dark Master then motioned for Lizette to come.  Lizette rolled off of the little blue girl, who was still quaking with orgasmic spasms.  She then crawled to the Dark Master.  Eagerly climbing onto the Dark Master’s lap.  Kissing and licking her way up and down His shaft.  Possessed by lust, Amber grabbed the little blue girl’s strange cat like leg.  Quickly pulling the girl beneath herself.  Amber then pressed her dripping cunt to the blue six year old’s mouth.  Who in return plunged a foot long dexterous tongue deep into Amber’s pussy.  The girl’s blue tongue pushing through Amber’s cervix, and lapping around the walls of her womb.  Amber moaned with lust as she toppled forward to her hands and knees.  Then a moist touch upon her anus brought her head around to peer behind herself.  The lovely pointy eared girl she had made out with was busy licking and probing her rosebud with her tongue.  Eagerly massaging Amber’s ass cheeks.  Then a high pitched squeal brought Amber’s attention forward, to gaze upon Lizette mounting the Dark Master’s cock, eager for her load of hot demon cum.

     Lizette spread herself open.  Yanking her labia apart with her little hands, as the Dark Master pressed her down on to His glans.  Lizette humped lustfully on the giant invading member.  Squealing in delight as His massive glans slowly pushed into her vagina.  An unending army of orgasms rocked Lizette’s body as the Dark Master’s spined glans plunged into her womb.  Lizette held her cock stretched belly with pride.  Fucking herself up and down the Dark Master’s cock.  Her mouth held slack as orgasm after orgasm electrified her nerves.  Lizette’s orgasmic screams sung out like some obscene choir.  Her song of lust building to a crescendo.  The Dark Master gripped Lizette’s hips.  Aiding the girl in her endeavor to impale herself upon His gigantic cock.  Fucking over two feet of His cock in and out the six year old.  Each in thrust impossibly bulging out Lizette’s stomach.  The Dark Master’s testes began to boil as His own orgasm approached.  Then with a lurch of His cock, cum rocketed up His shaft.  Pumping into Lizette’s six year old womb, and Impregnating her with over a dozen demonic babies.  The Dark Master pointed His cock head to the floor, as, with a thundering pop, His ejaculation launched Lizette off of His glans.  Sending her sliding several feet across the throne room floor.  Rope after thick steaming rope of spicy demon cum painting Lizette’s used body.  Calling dozens of little vixens to feast up the cum covering the girl and the floor before the throne.

     “Hot wanton Lizette… such depraved ebon horned deviants you will bear for Me.  Strong, and fearless.”  Then the Dark Master turned to Amber.  Whom was busy riding out her own orgasm from the tongues probing her womb and colon.  Then, gently lifting her chin with one finger, He looked the young mage in the eyes.  “Dearest Amber, how long I have waited to add yet another of the greatest mages to the ranks of My harem.  Such power you bring to Me.  Now, My dear concubine, it is time for you to worship your Dark Master.”

     Amber pulled away from the two vixens, and approached the Dark Master.  Standing before Him sitting upon His throne, Amber kissed His melon sized balls.  Then she ran her tongue up the base of His shaft to as high as she could reach.  Kissing and sucking on the row of three inch fleshy spines that ran along the underside of His cock.  It seemed so natural to do.  After all was she not groomed to be an offering to the Dark Master from birth?  No.  She tried to shake that thought from her mind.  She was a mage.  She had been trained to fight evil.  She had been trained to wield the powers of the universe.  She was meant to stand against the darkness.  Then why did this feel so good.

     Amber gazed about herself.  Everywhere she looked she saw more little girls, young women and demonesses.  All engaged in a great orgy in worship to the Dark Master.

     “You doubt your purpose.  Do not.”  The Dark Master said as her caressed Amber’s supple body.  “You were chosen from birth.”

     “No.”  Amber said with a quiver of doubt.  “The gods blessed me.  They made me a protector of mankind.”

     “The gods have nothing to do with your gift.”  He replied.  “And what has mankind done for you?  Raped your mother, fed you lies, abused you and used you.”

     “I…”  Amber stuttered as she thought back to the horrors of her life.  She couldn't even count the number of times she had been forced to suck cock.  It was a small miracle that she was still a virgin.  He was right.  She owed the gods nothing.  She owed mankind even less.  All her years of training were for nothing.  The darkness of the Abyss was now her home.  She might as well make the best of it.  Amber looked up into the eyes of her Master as she spoke.  “I am Yours to command,  my Master.”

     A satisfied smile curled His lips at Amber’s words.  “A wise choice.”  He said as His massive hand played with her nipples.  “Now, tell Me your darkest desire, and it will be.”

     Amber watched the ever shifting orgy as she thought.  The musk of sex hung heavily in the air.  Permiating every breath she took.  Soft cries, throaty moans and shrieks of pleasure echoed through the stone pillars.  All of the sights, sounds and smells twisted together into symphony of debauchery.  Amber absorbed the symphony of lust, basking in its power.  With that thought came the sudden realization that she wanted nothing more than to have the Dark Master’s massive cock buried in her cunt and ass.  She wanted to take the nine inch thick nine foot long demon cock as deep as she could.  Seeing how elastic Lolicia and Lizette had become, Amber suspected that she could take it very deep indeed.  Amber knew now what she would do.  She cast herself upon the floor facing away from the throne.  Kneeling upon her hands and knees.  Pressing her ass high into the air.  Presenting herself to the Dark Master.

     “Master, I beg of You, please fuck me.  Fuck my ass and my vagina.  Fuck me as hard and as deep as You can.”  Amber moaned her plea to the Dark Master.

     “You truly wish to take the full girth of My loins?”  Amber nodded eagerly in reply.  “Then you shall have it, but know that such contact with one such as I will change you forever.”

     “Yes Master.  I am Yours for all eternity.”  Amber wailed with lust.

     Amber watched as the Dark Master knelt behind her.  A brief thought of how ludicrous a picture she must present entered her mind.  Her four foot eight inches kneeling before His twentyfour feet.  Such a strange thought when she was going to take a cock twice as big as her whole body made Amber smile in amusement.  Her smile turned to a moan as she felt the Dark Master’s glans brush her labia.  Prodding her slit.  The Dark Master grabbed her legs, as several little vixens helped Him line up His cock with her opening.  Amber’s head flung back as His first thrust shoved the whole glans of His cock into her pussy.  The shear size of the gigantic cock head added to the bizarre shape created by the three inch fleshy spines sent Amber’s mind reeling with untold pleasure.  Her long crimson hair flailed about her as she writhed in bliss.  The Dark Master thrust in and out of her.  Slowly adding inch after inch of cock meat into her stretched cunt.  Amber’s vision blurred.  Her mind lost focus.  Random lights and colors seemed to explode before her.  Her stomach stretched impossibly to accommodate the giant nine inch thick cock.  Soon the only thing in Amber’s world was overwhelming and unending ecstasy.  She tried to look about her.  Tried to remember where she was.  Tried to remember what she was doing.  She saw her own stomach stretched out before her.  Her belly being bulged out to a point that made her laugh in orgasmic delirium.  Such a thing shouldn’t be possible, but there it was for all to see.  Then she saw something else.  A detail her eyes had missed.  Upon the floor before the throne was a symbol carved into the stone.  Three interlocking circles, two on top of one.  She remembered it now from her dream.  She remembered why Lizette’s gift seemed so familiar.  It was the protection rune turned upside down.  She looked over her shoulder to see her Master thrusting nine feet of cock in and out of her cunt.  Around His neck was a medallion, and upon that medallion was the same symbol.  Three interlocking circles, two on top of one.  He pulled out so just His gigantic glans was inside her cunt.  Then Amber screamed in pure orgasmic bliss as she felt rope after rope of hot spicy Demon god cum blast into her womb.  Her belly bulged as it filled with His seed.

     “Corruption.”  The Dark Master said as He popped  His cock head from Amber’s vaginal canal.

     “Hmmm?”  Amber felt spent as she turned her head to look at her Master.  Her mind wondering at what He said.  Her womb slowly draining of spicy jizz.  Soft tongues lapping at her pussy as vixens descended to feast upon the juices of her used cunt.

     “You were wondering what the symbol upon the floor of My throne room, and about My neck meant.  It is My symbol, and it means corruption.  None began as they are now.  Even I was once something and someone else.”  As He spoke the Dark Master stood Amber before Him.  With a gesture of His hand a large black mirror appeared before Amber.  “Behold the changes to yourself.”

     Amber stared at her reflection in the inky blackness before her.  She blinked to clear her eyes.  Her mind reeled at the stranger staring back at her.  Her hair, always long, had grown.  Before it only hung to her waist, but now her wavy crimson hair flowed down to the floor.  From her brow grow a pair of onyx horns, curving back, like an Ibex horn, to two feet in length.  Her emerald eyes glowed with green light.  Her formerly flat chest had filled out to a pair of small breasts.  Her once puffy little nipples now large and full.  The black metal rings seemed right at home upon her pert breasts.  Her hips had a pleasant flair to them, and from the small of her back grew a six foot long prehensile tail with a heart shaped tip.  Amber ran her hands and tail up and down her body.  Lavishing in the feel of her new form.  She looked upon Lizette’s gift resting upon her clit, and realized the symbol upon the milky white moonstone was all wrong.  An easy fix though.  She pressed her finger to the stone, and ran it around its surface in slow circles.  Enjoying the gentle throbbing it sent to her clit.  Magic flowed from the tips of her fingers into the moonstone.  The moonstone shown softly with arcane light.  The symbol slowly shifted till it was upside down.  Three interlocking circles two on top of one.  The symbol of innocence corrupted.  The symbol of her Dark Master.

     “Much better”  Amber said aloud.  “Now I do believe my Master said He would fuck my ass as well.”  She said with a mischievous smile.

     “So I did.”

     The Dark Master pushed Amber to her knees as she motioned to Lizette and Lolicia to come to her.  Then with her rosebud presented to her Dark Master she set to devouring the ravaged cunts of her friends.  The Dark Master thrusting His nine inch thick cock into the depths of her ass.

End.

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