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Subject: THE MAGUS Pt.1 (of 3): m/f, f/f occult, B&D
Reply-To: semo@dscnews.com (SEMO)
Date: Wed Jul 5 01:20:00 1995
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I wrote this story because I was tired of reading stories about
blonde, tanned cheerleaders, and because I wanted to try my hand at
writing an erotic story. Enjoy.
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The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and
some scenes of sex involve otherworldly creatures. If you are offended
by such stories, or, if you are under 18: STOP READING NOW!
THE MAGUS
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CHAPTER I: Concerning a Demon and Love
Outside Pendleton Hall the winter was showing his strength.
His icy fangs hung from every awning and every drainage pipe, his
voice howled across the fields and through the campus with maddening
persistence. There was no moon to glint on the icy shell that seemed
to cover all outdoors. The small staff of janitors at Westbridge
College fought a valiant struggle, but lost. Winter had conquered,
and snow was the occupying enemy.
This was the most brutal winter in sixty years. Most students
hadn't been able to return to the college after winter break. Some,
however, had returned early for January term. However, almost all the
classes had been canceled for the last two weeks. The snow gave quarter
to a far greater enemy. Weeks of packed ice that made travel an almost
lethal proposition.
Room 223 on the second floor of Pendleton Hall belonged to a
girl named Julia Westcott. Inside, in the flickering glow of ritual
candles, two girls were huddled over an intricate and arcane symbol.
They were dressed in black robes and chanted incantations in a language
forgotten before the rise of the pharoahs. Everyone going to Westbridge
knew who the older haired girl was. That was Julia. The weird girl. Her
head shaved down to a black velvet stubble, with the exception of
several thin braids in the front. If one was to go by transcripts, Julia
was an extremely bright twenty year old. If one was to go by the well
oiled rumor mill at Westbridge, she was a girl to be feared. In her
freshman year a senior cheerleader had called her a freak. The next
night, the cheerleader murdered her own boyfriend and killed herself in
the only violent crime ever to mar the college's pristine record.
Since then, Julia was feared universally on campus. She was
strikingly beautiful. She had warm blue eyes, and a great smile. She
stood five feet, eight inches tall, and had a nicely curved body, with
slightly small, firm breasts. She was a fan of piercings too, she
proudly wore several hoop rings in her face, one in the far left of her
left eyebrow, one in her right nostril, and one in her lower right lip.
She had six hoops in her right ear, and three hoops and two studs in
her right. Had she not earned such an evil reputation, she would have
been one of the most sought after girls on campus. As it was, she had
wrecked the biggest frat parties by walking into the room. Some of the
more religious students even whispered she was a satanist, and her
neighbors in Pendleton would all request housing transfers after the
first week or two.
The other girl, Dara La Fontaine was considerably lesser known.
A freshman from New Orleans. Her hair was also black , and cut to chin
length, it framed her bone white face in a manner that was vaguely
exotic. She had a small, but growing reputation. Again, she was, by
school records, a very bright art student. However, according to those
who met her, she was at least as far gone as Julia, if not moreso. Her
paintings were downright unsettling, highly erotic visions of some dimly
lit other world. She had her share of would be boyfriends since she had
started school at Westbrook. However, she was very shy, and as the
guys who had gone out with her put it, "She wouldn't put out." She was
gorgeus, bone white skin, perfect complexion, and eyes that suggested
some oriental lineage. She was smaller than Julia, she stood four feet
nine inches, and she was a little slimmer as well. However, her
breasts were a little larger, but she tended to dress much more
seductively.
They sat on the cold tiled floor and chanted ancient syllables,
and rites that had not been practiced since the middle ages. Dark rites.
The wind howled louder, and their chanting rose to a crescendo, in the
cacophany, there was a crackling, and an electric blue flash.
All fell silent. There, in the dim light of the candles, stood a
man, or, at least at first glance. On closer examination it could be
seen that this creature appeared to be a statue carved of the blackest
obsidian, with glowing veins of an intense red running, coarsing,
through its body. The eyes glowed a deep, dark blue. It panned about the
room with its head, his gaze coming to rest at the two girls. Dara
seemed a little shaken.
It spoke, "Oh most high and mighty who has summoned me from my
home, what is your request, and what is your payment?" As it spoke, the
fire running through its veins grew brighter and dimmer. Dara stared at
it in awe. Nothing she had painted could approach the dark sensuality it
exuded. When Julia said she could summon demons, she didn't believe at
first. She thought, like the others on campus, that Julia was a crack-
pot. Now one stood just inches from her face, and she could feel the
heat of its presence.
Julia replied to the demon, "My request and my payment are one
in the same, this girl, Dara la Fontaine, wanted to see a demon, you are
it. She also wanted to have intercourse with one of the unholy. That is
your payment and her request."
Dara looked a little more shaken now, but she assumed she would
have to go through with it. Reniging on a contract with the unholy,
Julia had told her, could have most dire consequences for all involved.
She didn't know if she wanted to actually DO it with this creature.
Although, looking at his smoothe marble-like skin, and his attractive
form, she figured that it couldn't be that bad. She reached a hand out
to stroke one of his shiny black legs and was pleasantly surprised. His
temperature was just above that of a human. She had expected it to be
much colder.
She stood and let her robe fall off of her shoulders, exposing
her milky white body. Her breasts were small, but firm, and her small
shaved patch of black fur contrasted most attractively. She kneeled on
the bed and bent over, laying the side of her face on the fabric of the
bedspread, and pushing her ass up high. Julia smiled, she was glad Dara
remembered what she had been told. The incubus who stood in the room
would have probably been offended if Dara offered herself in any other
way. The creature removed its loincloth to reveal a huge member, about
eight inches long, and thick enough to be well proportioned.
Incubi, like most demons, are not interested in the pleasure
of their partners. They are all business. However, an incubus, when
aroused, exudes an aura of sexual pleasure in the area where it is
summoned. Incubi, after all, corrupt their victim through ecstasy, so,
they are created to succeed despite their nature.
The incubus approached Dara and pulled her upturned ass back,
impaling her twat. She gasped loudly, a gasp part shock and part
pleasure. The demon let out a low growl and humped Dara with quick
thrusts. Dara matched his pace almost immediately. With every thrust she
let out a high moan. The aura of the creature was taking effect, as
Julia found herself very turned on watching this sight. Her hand moved
down to rub her crotch through the soft fabric of the robe. Julia was
surprised that the effect of the incubus was this strong. In the next
room, a nameless junior started to have the wet dream of her life.
The incubus continued to pump Dara with strong, forceful
thrusts. Dara began to moan louder and louder, and she pushed her ass
against the demon's cock with more and more force. She clenched the
bedspread as she felt the first orgasm build, the walls of her cunt
tensed and she screamed as she came. She could still hear the incubus
behind her, growling low and deep. She continued to push up against him,
though her pussy ached from his forceful thrusts. She hissed through
clenched teeth with the impact of each thrust, her head buried deep in
Julia's pillows.
Kneeling by the circle, Julia hiked her robe above her hips with
one hand, and rubbed her cunt with the other. Watching the incubus at
work, she inserted one finger, then two, and started pumping with wild
abandon, rubbing her clit with her thumb. The aura of the demon was
stronger now, and both girls came simultaneously. Julia had never come
so hard using only her fingers. Dara, on the other hand, was completely
lost in pleasure, a world of bright lights and skyrockets. The orgasms
that started in mellow waves became crashing breakers...
The incubus let out a loud, deep growl, and gave Dara one last
thrust as he came. Dara's head wrenched up, her eyes opened wide with
pain, pleasure and fear. The demon's come was considerably hotter than
she had expected. Her scream trailed off to a low moan, and she
continued to push her hips back on his rapidly softening dick.
The demon pulled out and slowly panned the room. He looked at
Dara, still gyrating her hips as his glowing red come dripped out of her
twat. He looked at Julia, her face turned turned towards the ceiling,
her neck stretched taut, her eyes closed, as she undulated with a
rhythm all her own, her hand between her legs pumping furiously as she
came one last time.
Then, with an almost electrical crackle, and a shower of red
sparks, he was gone. Both girls collapsed, exhausted, sweating, and
heaving.
They both awoke the next morning to the bright sunlight
streaming through the window, glaring mercilessly off of the ice and
snow outside. The encounter of the night before was masked, it seemed,
now, like just a dream to both of them. The candles had burned down to
wax stubs, and thankfully had not started a fire.
Dara looked down at her crotch, groggily. The glowing cum of
the incubus had dried and faded to most repulsive pinkish color. "Ugh,"
she groaned to Julia, who was already awake, "looks a little like
Pepto..."
Julia laughed, "So how did you like it, anyway? Was it anything
like you had imagined in your paintings?" Dara got a concerned look on
her face, "I dunno... I always thought that a demon would be nasty, you
know? All fat and foul, or thin and rotting, or something like that...
I never knew they could be so damned attractive."
"Well, Dara, Incubi can appear in any form they wish on our
plane, this one just preferred that form. I think that Incubus was very
popular in ancient Greece. I found its name on some old tablets my great
grandfather tracked down. They were hidden under the tiles of a temple
to Bacchus."
Dara suddenly blushed at her nakedness. "Can I use your shower?
I really don't want to know what prolonged exposure to this... stuff can
do to a girl."
Everything seemed very surreal to Dara as she gathered her
clothes together and went into the bathroom. The effect had apparently
not worn off completely. Every nerve ending in her body tingled, and
seemed excited beyond belief. The cool feeling of the tile on her feet
sent shivers of pleasure up and down her back. She put her clothes down
on the counter and walked over to the bath tub. Julia yelled in, "Dara,
I'm going to go down to the store to pick up some cream, you need
anything?", she almost jumped at the sound. "No... No... I'm alright,"
she yelled back, a little shaken. "Alright then, I'll be back in a few."
Dara turned on the water, hot first, and ran her hand under it.
It felt so amazingly good. As she showered, she found her hands drifting
to her nipples, and then her pussy. She brought herself to three amazing
orgasms, as she explored her highly sensitive pussy with her fingers.
She finished showering, and looked for a towel. There were none
in the bathroom closet. She looked in the cabinet under the sink, there
were none there either. She headed out into the dorm room, to see if
there was any laundry in the closet. She opened the mirrored wooden door
and a box fell off of the top shelf, she sidestepped in time to avoid
being hit on the head. It hit the ground and its contents rattled
out...
"Fuck!" she exclaimed.
She bent over to pick up the objects that fell out and gasped in
surprise. "Shit," she thought, "I never knew Julia was into this type of
stuff". There, on the floor, were manacles, leg irons, and assorted
chains. She scanned the closet again, and there, hanging from the door
were three whips: a cat o' nine tails, a flagellum, and a riding crop.
"Daaaamn Julia, I really didn't know." She dug through the box. At the
bottom were some black and whites of Julia being dominated in different
positions. There was one of her shackled, spread eagled, to a wall,
fresh whip marks across her back. Another of her, shot from between her
feet, of her spread eagled on a bed, a chromed dildo sticking lewdly out
of her twat. Another of her bent over in knee high boots and fishnets,
elbows tied tightly together and her wrists chained to a hook in the
ceiling. Her legs were kept apart by a bar, and her ankles were crossed
and tied together.
Dara found herself more than a little turned on.
She replaced the objects in the box and put it back on the top
shelf. There were some black towels on the floor of the closet and she
grabbed one and quickly dried off. All the while excited. She was hoping
Julia would be up to teaching her more.
She threw on her paint stained jeans and her Sisters t-shirt and
sat on an uncomfortable orange plastic chair, and waited for Julia to
come back. She looked out the window, "Great," she whispered to herself,
"its snowing again." Without realizing, the Coil song 'the Snow' ran
its course through her head as she drifted off into the dreaming.
It was very cold. The streets were dark, and the sky a brilliant
dark purple. She was trudging through the ice. There were no cars, and
the houses looked like homes from an old British film. Was she in
England?
She was very glad that she remembered her leather jacket. She
wished that she had brought her gloves. The snow was falling lightly,
huge flakes, they glittered beautifully in the darkening twilight. There
were no street lights, no people, no lights in the houses. No signposts.
She felt like she was being watched. A dark shape darted in the
sky quickly overhead, followed by a high tittering laughter. Fear. Not
just fear but an almost paralyzing dread. She ran back the way she came,
turning and running down a small back alley. She heard the rush of huge
wings behind her as she skidded onto a patch of ice. She slid out of
control. Her head hit the ice. White dull pain, then all was mercifully
black. She came to again in a warm well dimly room. She was bending over
in the middle of a tastefully furnished room. She found herself unable
to move, her arms bound
and wrapped tightly from the upper arms to elbows. Her wrists were
shackled, and she found she couldn't move them. She was gagged. Her
knees were locked in place, by, as far as she could tell, a metal bar.
She tried her feet. They were tied, uncomfortably, together.
She scanned the room as well as her immobile body allowed. There
was a fireplace with a crackling fire. There were tasteful wooden
furnishings, comfortable looking chairs. As far as she could tell, she
was in the dead center of the room.
"Aha, bitch, I see you have awakened." It was Julia's voice,
but there was something disturbing about it. "Are you enjoying your
punishment?" She closed her eyes and thought. If the gag wasn't there
she would have said no, but, truthfully, she was very aroused. She felt
a hand caress her ass, she tried to pull away as the fingers tickled
their way down the back of her thigh. She couldn't. The fingers stopped
at the back of her knee, and the fingernails continued in their place,
back up her thigh, into her spread crotch. She tensed as two fingers
plunged into her box, she arched her head up sharply.
The fingers stayed there, and she grabbed at them with the walls
of her cunt, trying to squeeze them. The fingers began to slide in and
out slowly. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply.
"Slut!" came Julia's voice from behind, "You're wet. You're wet
and hot." The fingers pulled away and she could hear high heels clacking
quickly away on the hard wooden floor. She waited, for what seemed to be
an eternity for her to come back. She was horny. She was hot. Maybe, she
thought, I really AM a slut. The high heels clicked back in from the
distance. She felt an object slide up the back of her thigh. Something
that felt like leather.
The first blow was unexpected, and she tried to cry out from
behind the gag. The pain shot up her back from her ass, and a tear came
to her eye. The second came quickly after, welling more tears up in her
eyes. The pain was intense, and she felt red all over. The third came,
and she clenched her eyes tightly. The blows continued, and she felt
faint. The gag was ripped roughly from her mouth. She looked up at
Julia's face through a blur of tears. Julia yelled at her, "How many?"
Dara was confused. Julia brandished the riding crop for effect, "How
many times did I strike you, whore?" Dara replied, her voice cracking,
"I... don't... know..." Julia's open palm stung across her cheek. "You
will address me as mistress. Do you understand?" Dara said "Yes." The
slap came down hard again. "Yes, WHAT?"
"Yes mistress."
"Much better. Now, you will count my blows on your ass, or I
will start to whip your pussy. If you don't tell me the right number,
you will know pain."
The gag was replaced, none to gingerely, and after a moment the
whip came down again. This time Julia staggered the blows, that,
combined with the blinding pain, made counting increasingly difficult.
She lost count after nine. After a few more blows, Dara felt an orgasm
building, she arched her back more tightly after each bite of the whip.
It was a slow building orgasm, almost imperceptable at first. Each
stroke brought it just a short, faltering step closer. It was building
more and more intense. Dara wanted her hands free so she could scratch
the itch that was building. She just wanted the pain to stop and the
pleasure to continue. She thought of Julia's attitude when she had shown
she enjoyed the fingering. She was afraid of what Julia would do if she
caught her coming. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to hold back
the dam.
She lost to the feeling and came deeply with gasping breaths.
She bit down hard on her gag and clenched her nails into her palms. It
was the most intense orgasm she had ever had.
She was being gently shaken. "Dara!" it was Julia again,
"Dara!", she opened her eyes and saw Julia's face above her, and
replied, "Please, mistress, don't hurt me, I didn't mean to come, I lost
count..."
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Subject: THE MAGUS Pt.2 (of 3): f/f, occult, b&d
Reply-To: semo@dscnews.com (SEMO)
Date: Wed Jul 5 01:29:00 1995
The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and
some scenes of sex involve otherworldly creatures. If you are offended
by such stories, or, if you are under 18: STOP READING NOW!
THE MAGUS
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Julia's face scrunched up a bit, puzzled... "Uh... Dara? I
think maybe you were dreaming." Then, she smiled, "And it sounded
ver-r-y kinky." As Dara cleared the cobweds from her brain and opened
her eyes all the way, she blushed again. She felt incredibly small and
very embarrassed, "uh, sorry, Julia."
"No problem. Come on, let's go, I was held up on my way back
from the store. Its snowing like a bitch out there. There was some sort
of rockslide or something on the way back, and I ended up stuck in the
car for a damn long time."
"What time is it?"
"About 6:30, if we hurry we can make it over to the caf before
they stop serving dinner."
They headed off down the hallway, one of the flourescent lights
near the stairs flickered and buzzed. Julia bitched, "All this tuition
and they can't afford to fix these damn lights." Dara looked
preoccupied. "What's up, Dara? You look kinda out of it." Dara
responded warily , "I dunno, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything, shoot..."
"When I first got here, people... I mean, I heard FROM people,
that you killed some cheerleader for calling you a freak. Did you
really? I mean I never believed it, really, till last night. I didn't
think that kind of stuff was possible. I figured every group of kids, no
matter how old, had to have their own bogeyman, and I figured that you
were unlucky enough to be picked. Now, I'm not so sure."
"Uh... Dara, don't believe everything you hear. That bitch was a
mental case. Though if I wanted to, I COULD do something like that, I
would NEVER do anything like that. That's fucked up."
Dara sighed in relief. They continued the walk to the cafeteria
in silence. There were few tracks across the fresh snow, it seemed no
one even wanted to make the brief trek over to the food services
building. The wind whipped through the campus quickly, howling between
buildings, and making the American flag by the administration building
rattle in protest.
Inside the cafeteria, it was considerably warmer. There were
only five or six others lingering over their food in the large room.
Julia picked up two grilled cheese sandwiches, Dara asked for a small
order of fries. They sat in the front by one of the big windows, a big
guy looked up from the college newspaper and saw Julia sitting at the
table across from him. He packed up and left in record time. They sat
for a few moments, neither girl looked at the other. Then Julia started,
"Dara, when I got in today, I think I may have interrupted a ver-r-r-y
interesting dream. What the hell was up with that? I think you called
me mistress or something." Dara blushed and looked away, smiling,
"Jesus, Julia, I don't know if I want to talk about it, I mean, it was
weird."
"Oh, come on Dara! You can't just call me MISTRESS and then blow
it off like that. Its cruel!"
"Wel-l-l, I kind of went looking for a towel in your closet, and
that box almost cracked me in the head. All the stuff fell out, and I
went to put it back in. Then I saw the whips hanging on the back of the
door. I guess that kinda stuck with me when I dozed off."
"So, you saw the pictures then?"
"Uh... Yeah."
Dara blushed again, and stared intensely at her fries.
Julia laughed, "Don't get embarassed, geez, if I didn't want
them to be seen, I would have burned them, or buried them or something.
So, what did you think of them? My ex took them. He was a semi-pro
photographer. Did some photos for some of the bigger alternative mags."
Dara seemed a little more at ease, "They turned me on alot, I
mean that, and the whips and other stuff. I had no idea you were into
all that stuff."
"Those pictures turned YOU on? Really? No shit! That's great."
"Yeah, I mean, you're gorgeus anyway, and seeing you like
that... I was wandering if you'd ever teach me all about that stuff."
"Slow down, girl! Let's go back to that 'gorgeus' stuff. You
like me that way?"
"Yeah, I hope you're not pissed or anything, I think you're hot,
since I met you, I couldn't get you off my mind. In that dream, YOU were
my mistress."
"No way, really? I had no idea that's the way you felt. Have you
ever done it with another woman before?"
Dara blushed again, and looked out the window at the security
truck going by, "Sort of, once, I was eighteen, my girlfriend was
sleeping over. We went to this club, and came in really late, drunk, I
can't remember it all..."
Julia laughed, "Dara, come on, be more sure of yourself. You
blush every time anything even REMOTELY erotic comes up. Are you
forgetting, you fucked a demon in front of me last night?"
"Yeah, but that was different, I HAD to do that, 'cause I didn't
know what would happen if I didn't. I don't have to lust after you, I
just really like you."
"Then Dara, dear, what are we doing still sitting here? Come
on, let's go"
She smiled at Dara as she said this, was very glad Dara smiled
back. On the way back, Julia turned to Dara and said, "We're NOT going
to do that bondage stuff. Since me and my ex broke up, I haven't had
straight vanilla sex in a l-o-o-ong while..."
Even before Julia unlocked the door of her dorm room they were
in each others' arms, kissing passionately. Julia kicked the door closed
behind them as they tumbled through the door. Clumsily they pulled off
their clothes as they rolled on the tile floor. "Ouch!" yelped Dara,
coming up for air as her head hit the ugly orange chair. With mock
concern, Julia asked, "Oohhh, that looked like it hurt, you alright?
Let's get up on the bed."
Julia stripped completely, except for her choker and fishnets.
Dara looked shocked at Julia's nipple rings, Julia just giggled a
little. Dara undressed down to her black panties and bra. Julia
positioned herself with Dara on the bottom and herself on top. She
looked deep into Dara's eyes and continued the kiss again, this time
with a more forceful tongue. Dara was receptive. Julia led a trail of
kisses down to Dara's kneck. Dara moaned weakly and squirmed a bit, her
breathing heavier. Julia continued her path to the top of Dara's bra,
licking around the edges of the fabric while unfastening the strap on
the back. Dara arched her back to free her breasts, her milky white
chest was completely exposed to Julia. She licked spirals from the
outside of the left breast to the inside, lingering on the small areola
and the tiny nipple. Dara groaned appreciatevly. Julia repeated this
treatment on the right breast, while kneading the left with her right
hand. Dara continued to arch and moan.
Julia continued her downward path, covering Dara's entire belly
with light, playful kisses, stopping to lick around the belly button.
She pulled Dara's panties down as she did this, exposing her already wet
pussy. She went further down, to the dark 'V' above Dara's twat, kissing
her way around it, completely avoiding it and heading down the left
thigh. As she passed Dara's cunt, Dara arched her back, hoping to make
Julia stay in that area. Julia ignored her moaning pleas. She continued
down to the lower thigh, just above the knees, while tickling the
undersides of each knee with her hands, pulling the panties down to just
above Dara's ankles. Dara squirmed, and whimpered and moaned, playing
with her own tits, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Julia backtracked over on the right thigh back towards Dara's pussy,
tickling Dara's white flesh everywhere between. She was glad that Dara
was very vocal, it turned her on so much more. She finally stopped at
Dara's cunt, opening her lips with the fingers of her left hand, and
inserting two fingers of her right. Dara was already very moist and very
warm inside. Dara moaned higher as Julia slowly finger fucked her. She
gyrated her hips in a slow rhythmic figure eight, matching pace whenever
Julia sped up her fingering. Her whole delta region was slick with her
own juices, and it glistened in the dim light from the street lamp
outside the window.
Julia was fucking her faster with her fingers, and Dara was
going ballistic at the verge of this first orgasm. Her head was wagging
back and forth, her back was arched taut, and a thin sheen of sweat
covered her from head to toe. She was grinding her hips very quickly
now, in an attempt to keep up with Julia's ever increasing pace. Julia's
fingers were making lewd sucking noises as increased the pace again,
Dara's red inner lips still clinging to them a little every time she
pulled out. Dara's pleas, by this point, were nothing more than hisses
and moaning gibberish.
When Julia applied her tongue to Dara's slit she lost it. Dara
was a loud girl during sex anyway, and after the way Julia had touched
her whole body, she was even more vocal than usual. As Julia lapped at
her clit, she just went wild, her head thrashed back and forth more
quickly, she ground her hips rather forcefully against Julia's hand and
face, and she screamed in short quick bursts. Julia felt Dara's cunt
walls tense, and then she was flooded, her juices dribbled down past her
cunt, past her asshole, and onto the bed. Dara's arched back collapsed
and she gave in, falling exhausted, panting, and flushed with sweat onto
the bed. Julia smiled and gave her pussy a final deep kiss and sat down
on the ugly orange chair across the room.
Julia, stared long and hard and Dara's panting body in the
light of the streetlamp outside. Her pale white body contrasted well
with the darkness around her in the room. She started to play with the
folds of her own moist cunt in silence, completely turned on by the
naked girl sprawled on her bed. She inserted a black polished nail into
her twat and rubbed her clit with her thumb, savoring the Dara's moans,
still fresh in her mind.
As she closed her eyes and fingered herself, her body moving in
a slow deliberate fashion, the sigil, still on the floor, glowed a deep
blue with each quiet gasp she released. As she brought herself closer to
coming, the circle glowed brighter until the entire room was bathed in a
blue glow. Finally, as she came, the entire room crackled with unholy
energy, and all went blue. When the glowing stopped, both girls were
gone from the room, and the sigil had disappeared.
CHAPTER II: Concerning Hell and Seperation
Julia landed on the floor with a dull thud. Pain shot up her
back as her tailbone hit the floor. She was blinded with the pain for a
minute. As the stars cleared, she realized something was very, very
wrong. The chamber she had landed in was large, with an architecture
that she knew was not of human design. The walls were made of shiny red
veined black marble, the floor was the same. There were pillars of red
and black, alternating, flanking a red carpeted walkway. From her
sitting vantage point she could see a door at the end of the walkway,
possibly two hundred feet away.
She breathed deeply of the air, and was not surprised when it
smelled faintly of sulphur. As she scanned the room she saw gorgeus
stained glass windows about seventy five feet past the pillars. The
arcane symbols clicked in her head.
She was in hell.
She was aware of eyes peering at her from behind, and as she
turned to face them she saw an incubus, almost the mirror of the one she
had summoned last night, excepting that it appeared to be made of a dull
grey stone. As she watched it, she could feel eyes lock on her from all
sides. She knew immediately she was surrounded. She realized quickly she
didn't have a chance against all of them. No spell she knew could bind
them on their own plane. She turned her back on the first one she saw,
and got down on all fours, raising her rear end as a sign of submission.
Dara was considerably more confused than Julia. As she slowly
regained awareness from her orgasmic daze, she realized that she was no
longer in Julia's bed, and no longer in Julia's dorm room. She appeared
to be in a very cramped and messy New York style apartment. She had
lived with her aunt in New York for a few years when she was younger,
and this reminded her of one of New York's famous brownstone apartments.
From the clothing scattered around the room, she theorized it was a
woman's apartment.
She was scared. "Julia?" she called out, and there was no
answer. As she listened, she could hear a shower running. She sat on the
bed, facing what she figured was the bathroom door, and waited. She
hoped Julia was in there taking a shower. She hoped this was all some
sort of crazy sex game Julia cooked up. She really hoped it was all a
dream and she would wake up any minute.
Julia remained with her cheek against the cool stone for a long
while. She could hear the creatures approaching with slow deliberate
steps. She closed her eyes and hoped whatever they wished to do would be
over as quickly as possible. As she knelt there, she berated herself
for leaving the sigil on the floor. She should have known better.
The first demon reached her, she assumed that it was the dull
grey one, because it was closest, and it was the only one she had seen.
She knelt, with her cheek against the floor, she felt his heat behind
her. She closed her eyes tighter and awaited his penetration.
Dara tensed a little as the shower stopped, she heard a
beautiful female voice singing a song that she had never heard. She knew
it wasn't Julia, and she was really frightened. She figured by now that
it was not a dream. She just hoped it would turn out alright.
She watched the doorknob on the bathroom door turn slowly, and
she heard the latch click. She held her breath as the door swung open,
slowly. There, singing to herself in the doorway, oblivious to Dara's
existence, stood a gorgeus naked humanoid female. She appeared almost
human in the dim light, Dara noticed that her eyes glowed with a red
light. She also noticed the silouhette of small horns and a slithering
tail against the brighter light of the bathroom. The creature sauntered
gracefully over to a light switch and turned it slowly, the room got
brighter by degrees. As it walked around the room, Dara sat motionless,
hoping it wouldn't see her. She continued to hold her breath.
The creature, as it went about the business of dressing asked
Dara, without even looking at her, "So, girl, what do you want?" Dara
said from her perch on the bed "I don't know."
Julia waited for the sudden penetration. It never came. Instead,
she heard a distinctly feminine voice behind her say, "Good job, dogs,
you brought me the RIGHT one this time, and you KEPT her here," she
continued, and Julia could hear the click of high heels approach. "Get
up bitch, and come here. I want to have a good look at you."
Julia slowly pushed herself to her feet and turned to face the
woman who approached, and was shocked. The woman stood almost nine feet
tall. Her hair stood up in a tight topknot, her pale white body was
framed beautifully by the black leather she wore. She wore boots that
went to just above the knee, with three rows of metal studs each, going
from toe to top. She wore black leather opera gloves that went to just
above the elbow, with studs along the knuckles, and up the back of the
arm. In her left hand she carried a whip. It wasn't the whip or her
sheer size that commanded respect, it was her eyes. Dim glowing blue
orbs, surrounded by hollow grey flesh.
Julia looked in awe at this creature, and stated, with a clearly
shaken voice, "Mazir, Our Lady of Pain, I beseech thee, have mercy."
Julia felt something like a shock and a shout in her head at once, and
pain coursed through every muscle, it said clearly "Kneel."
She knelt before the towering woman, and bowed her head.
Mazir spoke again, "Last night, I was punishing a certain
incubus, you know its name, I need not speak it. It was in an immense
amount of pain. You summoned it, and it heeded your call. It never came
back. Due to certain legal stipulations in hell, it has become free.
However, due to stupidity on your part, I was able to drag you back
here. Last night, I was out one slave. You are its replacement."
Julia asked, head still bowed, "What of the other? My friend?"
Mazir looked puzzled, "Who?"
"The other girl who was in my room with me when you pulled me
through. Is she safe?"
"Who knows? Maybe she never came through with you, maybe she did
and is getting raped by an archdevil right now."
Mazir laughed cruelly after this last comment, seeing the pain
written across Julia's brow.
Dara was outraged, "I'm WHERE?" she asked, loudly, her eyes
tearing slightly. The creature looked her dead in the eyes, "I'm not in
the habit of repeating myself. I told you already, you're in hell."
Dara looked at the creature as it put a bone brassiere over its well
formed blueish breasts, still in disbelief. It pulled fishnets on next,
over its smoothe blueish legs, finishing off the look with a pair of cut
-off blue jeans and old combat boots.
"Well, girl, since you chose my apartment of all apartments to
land in, you could at least tell me who you are," the creature said as
it applied black lipstick to its full lips. Dara replied, on the verge
of tears, "I'm Dara LaFontaine, a freshman at Westbrook College." The
demon looked at Dara, and scrunched up its brow, "Is that on Gehenna?"
"No, Earth."
"Ohhh, poor girl, I really pity you."
"Uh, do you mind if I ask who you are."
"No, not at all, I'm Leah, and my name is spoken with reverance
around here. I'm the best whore on the sixth plane."
Dara looked shocked, and Leah smiled, "Ah, that's right, you're
from Earth, right? You probably never even met a prostitute, let alone a
succubus, huh?"
Dara looked even more shocked, and she turned red as she turned
around and held her ass high as an offering to Leah. Leah laughed hard,
"Look, uh... Dara right? Yeah, you don't need to do that around here.
That's an... um... formal introduction." It stared at Dara's ass for a
moment before Dara turned slowly around, "Uh, Dara, I think you have a
LOT to learn about hell. You won't last a minute out there with the
little knowledge you have about hell in that pea-brain of yours. I'll
tell you what. Stay here, I have to go to work. Don't leave this room.
Tonight, when I come back, I'll show you around town. I think you're
gonna need a tour guide for a little while. There's some drinks in the
fridge, and there's some food around, but not much." Leah looked at its
watch, and bolted for the door, "Oh shit, I'm late for my meeting with
that hydradaemon. I'll see you tonight, dear..."
Dara called out after her "Wait, what about Julia?"
Her only answer was the slam of the door. She sat for a few
minutes looking at the wall. Then she saw a T.V. set across the room.
She said to herself, "Hmmm... Wonder what T.V. in hell is like, anyway?"
Julia was being led down a dark hallway on a leash by one of the
incubi that had surrounded her at her meeting with Mazir. For the first
time in her life, she was scared. She was shaking. She tugged at the
ropes that tied her hands behind her back. Solid. She looked down at the
shackles on her feet. They hardly allowed her to keep up with the
incubus dragging her leash down the hallway.
She was afraid of what was coming next. Mazir had referred to
it as 'testing', and she was more than a little nervous about that term.
Mazir was only spoken of in the oldest of texts. Our Lady of Pain, the
Pain Queen. The Finnish called her Loviatar, and had an underground
cult devoted to her worship.
The incubus led her down a side corridor. The walls here were
of sharp metal, stained and bolted like the crude machines of the 1800s.
She was suddenly very terrified. A door noisily slid into the wall as
the demon pressed a glowing green button. The room was small and
cramped, filled with evil looking machinery. In the center was a very
vile device, a seat that looked like a combination electric chair,
dentist chair, and gynecologist table. The demon growled and motioned
for her to sit in it.
Although she was terrified of the device, she was more terrified
of the punishment that Mazir would think up if she didn't obey. She sat
down slowly. The metal was cold against her bare flesh, and very
uncomfortable to recline upon. The demon untied her hands and strapped
them to the arms. He unlocked her leg irons and strapped them to the
legs. After that, the creature left. She was afraid of what would
happen next.
-=-= Semo (the Fetus) =-=-
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Subject: THE MAGUS Pt.3 (of 3) occult, f/f, b&d, torture
Reply-To: semo@dscnews.com (SEMO)
Date: Wed Jul 5 01:31:00 1995
The following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and
some scenes of sex involve otherworldly creatures. If you are offended
by such stories, or, if you are under 18: STOP READING NOW!
THE MAGUS
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CHAPTER III: Concerning Julia's Plight
Julia sat there in silence for hours. That alone was torture,
but she knew that what would be done to her would probably be far
worse. She was very worried about Dara. Did she come through too? Was
she in some other room right now, enduring horrid tortures? Julia
shuddered as the thought came into her mind. She started to tremble
when she thought about what would be done to her in this chair.
She couldn't sleep, the chill of the room, and the chair saw
to that. She looked around the room, and saw something out of an old
War of the Worlds era science fiction book. Lots of iron and grates,
a few exposed bulbs. The devices in that room could have been powered
with steam. Everything was wicked looking, very sharp, and there were
some hooked chains hanging from pulleys across the room.
As she stared around the room, the machine-chair beneath her
hummed to life. With a whir and a click, a metal collar surrounded her
neck completely, and iron quarter circles clicked together to encircle
her waist. She was almost completely immobile.
She tugged at the straps on her wrists, they did not give a
bit. She repeated the action with the straps around her ankles, again,
held tight. She sat there, staring at the door, the only thing she
could see from where she was sitting.
The door rumbled open, and she could see two figures enter.
Both were female, both appeared to be human. As they stepped into
the light, the obvious differences became apparent. Their eyes were
black shining orbs, their skin was grey, and as they smiled evilly at
her, she could see that their teeth were needle sharp fangs. Even more
disturbing to Dara was the fact that they were identical in every way,
she wouldn't believe that two creatures could look so much alike. They
also each had two small white horns on their foreheads. Their hair was
black, and cut very short, and they wore white outfits that suggested
a scientist's labcoat. Dara, against her own will, found them both to
be very attractive. The one on the left started, in a crisp English
accent, "Hello Julia, dearie," the other continued, in the same voice,
"How are we doing today?" Julia didn't answer.
The first one said "Too bad, I guess we'll have to teach," the
other continued, "you what happens when you piss us off." As she said
this, the first one was walking over to a bank of knobs, she turned
one slowly.
Julia felt the shock tear through her body. She tried to arch
her back off the metal chair, but found it impossible. Her muscles
tensed and pulled at the straps involuntarily. Beads of sweat appeared
on her brow. She screamed as the voltage increased.
And as soon as it had come, it was gone. She sat there, staring
at the first girl through eyes quickly welling up with tears. The girl
asked again, "How are we feeling today?" Julia replied, indignantly,
"Shitty." The other girl joined the first at the bank of knobs, "Good,
that's how you SHOULD be feeling."
Julia closed her eyes tightly when she saw the second girl's
hand go for a knob. The machine-chair beneath her whirred to life
again. She could feel motion as the back reclined, and the legs spread
and telescoped. Her legs were spread high and wide, perpendicular to
her body. Her pussy exposed and completely vulnerable. She could not
see the women who had entered any more, as the chair had reclined. She
could only face up, and she stared at the celing intently. She felt
something warm and foamy spread all over her pubic mound, she could
feel fingers massaging it into her patch. She felt a scraping against
the flesh that went in long slow strokes. She heard one girl say "We
need you to be bare to perform out tests on you. Tell me, are you
aroused?" Julia stated firmly, "No." She felt a finger plunge into her
twat as the scraping continued. Her pussy was getting wet. The finger
stayed in, but the scraping stopped. A moment later, she felt the
finger start to slide in and out, and then a jolt, stronger than
before, ripped through her body, she screamed again, and this time,
her whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She was panting
heavily by the time it was over.
The fingering continued for a moment, and then she heard a
voice from between her legs. "We don't like liars. They piss us off."
The fingering stopped, and the scraping continued. She felt water pour
over her cunt. The voice came from between her legs again, "Relax, and
do exactly as we tell you. We need to examine you. Mazir keeps full
records on all of her slaves. You may not like what we are doing, but,
it must be done." Julia assumed that they were still finishing each
others' sentences, but wasn't sure, since they sounded exactly alike.
She felt the outer lips of her sex being opened, slowly, but
steadily. She felt something hard and plastic placed across them, the
spreading stopped. She heard one say to the other, "Seven inches."
The machine whirred again, and she felt two clamps being attached to
her outer lips. They felt like alligator clips, as the hard metal dug
into her flesh, she tensed. After the initial shock, there was a slow,
painful throbbing where each clip was. She felt fingers reach into the
inner folds of her cunt. Slowly, her inner lips were spread. She heard
one say, "They're a deep red. She's turned on." She heard the scrawl
of a pencil after that note. The spreading stopped, and she heard one
say, "five inches". Again, the machine hummed to life, and two more
clips were attached to her inner lips. This time, the pain was
intense. She yelped. Again, the pain faded, but this time to a sharp,
nagging throb. "You can't dislike it that much." She felt two fingers
thrust into her snatch. "You're wet." Julia wanted to smack the woman,
but she realized that she was right. She was turned on. The whole
scene was arousing. There she was, Julia Westcott, a plaything for
whatever or whoever came along and wanted to use her. Even so, she
still felt violated.
She felt something long and thick sliding into her cunt, she
had, unwittingly, provided ample lubrication. At first it felt very
satisfying, but, as it got closer to the back of her twat, it became
very uncomfortable. It finally pressed hard against her cervix, and
she groaned in pain. She heard a pencil scratch against paper between
her legs. The thing filling her cunt was removed, but the clips
remained. She heard a voice from between her legs, "Have you ever had
anal intercourse?" Julia thought for a minute, as she said "No," there
was a shock, this time, it started at her pussy and shot its way up
her body. The pain was incredible, she screamed at the top of her
lungs, and thrashed her head. One said "Oh dear, you are a screamer,
aren't you, dear? When we ask a question, we want an answer right
away." The jolt stopped. She continued to the other girl, "Did you
see that? I think she came." Julia, panting and sweating heavily,
knew she was right. She could feel her cum dripping out her open hole.
She was mad at herself, mad at her body, how could it betray her like
that?
"So, Julia," one started, "you are an anal virgin. This will
probably hurt more than you would like." She felt something greasy
being applied to her asshole. She tensed her asspucker, instinctively.
One said "Julia, dear, we told you to relax. Now, relax, this will
only hurt a minute." She felt something hard and cold press against
her rectum, it entered her, and slid in slowly. It felt better,
actually, than she thought it would. There was still something a
little painful about it. It hurt as it pressed against something
inside her, and she yelped. She heard the familiar scratch of pencil
on paper from between her legs.
She heard one say, from between her legs, "We're going to see
how long it takes you to come in the usual way. Please, don't fake it,
or we will be forced to give you another nasty shock until you really
come again."
She felt something press against her pussy it slid in easily.
She felt the thing slide in and out, slowly, against her will, she
moaned. She felt it speed up a little, and she started to try to move
her hips, she couldn't move them much, and the little she could move
them caused the clamps to pull on her pussy lips, which was very
painful. She stopped. The thing continued its pumping, filling her wet
hole. After a few minutes, she started to thrash her head around, and
let out short high moans. Soon after, she closed her eyes, and let out
a series of high gasps, and bucked her hips involuntarily, cumming.
She heard one say "Three minutes and forty seven seconds." She
expected the pumping to stop, but it continued, but this time she felt
a low voltage stimulating her pussy lips. "Get ready dear," one said,
a tint of glee in her voice, "Now we're going to see how long it takes
for you to cum using a combination of penetration and high voltage."
Before Julia had a chance to react, another shock ripped through her
body, she came deeply almost immediately. She heard one say "8
seconds."
Julia was panting harder now, and her entire body was covered
in sweat. She felt a tug at one of her nipple rings. "Kira, did you
see these? I know its not on our list, but I don't think Mazir will
mind, do you?", Kira replied, "Hmmm... I don't think so either. Hook
them up, and we'll record how long it takes her to come if we apply
a medium voltage to both her pussy and her cunt." The thing was
removed from her dripping twat, and she felt clamps being applied to
her nipple rings. Her nipples were already hard, and she moaned a
little as the rings were clamped.
Julia laid there, and felt a low voltage course through her
body, starting, at the same time, in her pussy and her nipples. She
started breathing heavily as the voltage ran its course between her
cunt and her tits. The voltage was increased in slight increments,
until her teeth were clenched tightly together, a dull blue throbbing
pain exciting every part of her body. She felt the waves of orgasm
building slowly, a tingling, not of electricity, but of pleasure.
She tried to tense the walls of her cunt, but there was nothing there
to satisfy her. She was breathing heavily now, and the tingling of
a coming orgasm steadily grew more intense. She wished her hands were
free, so she could finger fuck herself and get it over with. She
arched her back as much as her bondage would allow. The pleasure was
coming on faster than the pain now, and se hissed between her tightly
clenched teeth. She gasped out, "Oh God, Oh God..."
The voltage increased to an extremely painful level, she
arched her back higher, feeling the metal restrainers holding her to
the table dig into the flesh of her neck and stomach. She came deeply
and loudly, just before she passed out from the pain.
Dara had been sitting on the bed for hours, and she came to
the conclusion that the T.V. in hell was more interesting than the
T.V. back home. On the talk shows, they had show themes like "People
Who Practice Abstinence", and "Tentacles, a Pro or a Con?" She was
utterly amazed that they had Coca Cola and McDonald's in hell as well.
She turned to the hellish equivlant of MTV, and found that they were
playing a concert video of the Steve Miller Band's "Fly Like an Eagle"
over and over again. She shuddered, and groaned to herself, "Now
THAT'S evil!"
She went to the fridge, and opened it, inside, among foods she
did not want to try, she found a couple of cans of coke. She grabbed
one, and went back to watching T.V. The news came on, an alluring
succubus, smartly dressed in a fashionable blazer read the top story,
"There is an interlayer A.P.B. on for Dara LaFontaine, a mortal from
the prime. She probably gated in this evening. She is assumed to be
armed with an array of powerful spells, and also assumed to be
extremely dangerous. If you see her, do NOT approach her, contact the
police as soon as possible."
Dara sat there in shock as her picture was flashed on the
screen. She wondered how they had gotten her college I.D. picture.
The room suddenly felt very cold, and she felt very alone.
At that moment, the door of the apartment opened, and Leah
sang through the door, "Hon-ey, I'm ho-o-me!"
Dara shivered in silence as Leah gave her a sideways glance,
"Dara, dear, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost, or
worse!" Her eyes followed Dara's to the screen, and saw the top story
on the news. Much like T.V. on earth, they repeated the story again,
in case you were thinking about getting a soda before the commercial
came. After watching Leah laughed hard, "Bullshit! You're no Mage, I
can see it in your eyes. You're a scared little girl."
Dara felt relieved, and asked meekly, "You mean you're not
going to turn me in?" Leah laughed again, "Of course not, you don't
look like you could take the torture they'd give you if I did. I won't
have THAT on my conscience.
Leah stripped and headed towards the open bathroom door. "Good
thing I warned you to stay in here all day. I'll be done in a few, and
then we'll figure out what we're going to do with you."
Dara heard the shower start up again, and turned back to watch
the news. Bold letters flashed across the top of the screen, "The
Slave Report", and names, like movie credits, scrolled up the screen
against a black and white background of a bound and gagged man. One
name caught her eye, 'Julia Westcott - Acquired by Mazir, 7:46 PM'
She felt a pit sink in her stomach, and tears welled up in her
eyes.
Julia came to, still bound tightly to the chair, the blackness
of unconsciousness slowly brightened and she opened her eyes. The faces
of Kira and the other woman hung over and stared down at her, Kira
started, "Never, and we do mean never, use the one above's name". The
other continued, "down here. Next time, you won't come to again." Kira
glared at Julia, "Now, we're going to remove you". The other one ran a
finger around Julia's sensitive areola,"from this chair, Mazir wants
to have a few words with you."
She felt the straps loosened on her hands, then her feet, she
felt the clamps removed from her nipple rings. She felt the ones on
her pussy unclamp as well. Then, the chair whirred again, shuddering
violently as it returned Julia to a sitting position. It hummed as the
metal restraints holding her neck and waist against the vile device
clicked and buzzed back into the chair. She was free for the moment.
A leash and collar were placed on her by Kira, and the other
girl told her "Get up." Julia complied, her legs a little rubbery.
Kira handed the leash handle to the other girl, and walked behind
Julia. She tied her hands tightly behind her back. Kira looked her up
and down,and turned to walk out the door. The other girl followed,
tugging at Julia's leash. Julia followed them down the hallway,
realizing slowly that she had come deeper than she ever had before in
that room. They led her back out the hallway she had come in. She felt
the collar digging into her neck and walked faster to keep up.
They led Julia into a large chamber, exquisitely decorated in
green marble. There were a few torches that gave off light into the
room, even so, the aura of the room was dim. They spoke in unison (the
first time that Julia had seen), "You will wait here, Julia, Mazir
will be here shortly. You will not move a muscle until she arrives,
you will stand here and wait. If you do move, we're afraid that she'll
give you back to us for training." They removed the leash and Julia
stood there, not moving. She was aware of entities behind the pillars,
and she was afraid of what would happen if she did move. She heard the
massive oaken door slam shut behind her as Kira and her other half
left.
Julia stood and waited, her legs were very sore, and she
wanted very badly to sit. She was aware of the other things in the
room stirring, and she thought she could sense one moving towards her
from behind. A slight chill ran up her spine as she wondered what it
was.
Dara continued to cry on Leah's bed. The only person who could
get her out of this mess had become a slave, and that was frightening.
However, she felt something else, and as she thought about it more, it
became clearer. She thought she was falling in love with Julia. That
scared her even more. She had never even known that she was capable of
loving another woman in that way, but, here she was, sniffling away in
hell. She said quietly, "When I get out of this, I'm going to have to
do more paintings."
Dara was startled as Leah put on her jeans and asked, "So,
you're a painter, huh?" Dara replied, almost distantly, "Yeah, or so
people tell me." Leah continued the line of questioning, "So, what is
it you paint?"
"Uh, what I thought hell was like. Dark and menacing and very
sensual."
"Well, you were right on two counts at least, it is menacing,
and it is very sensual. But, I'm betting that you go it all wrong."
"Yeah, I guess, I didn't know that there was Coke down here,
and television, and prostitutes, and slave reports. Shit, you even
have McDonald's here. That's scary."
"It is, isn't it. So, you seem kind of shaken up by it all,
but, I think you're shaken up by something else. When I left to go
to work today, you mentioned someone named Julia. Who is she?"
"She's a friend of mine, well, probably my only friend at this
point, I guess. She's a mage, I think that's what she called herself,
she summoned an incubus for me to, uh..." Dara blushed at this point,
"have sex with. The demon was nothing like I imagined. Then we got to
talking and we ended up here, somehow, I don't know. On the slave
report on that news show," Dara tried to hold back her tears, "I saw
her name go up on the screen. It said she was acquired by someone or
something named Mazir."
Leah paled, and her jaw went slack, "Are you SURE that it said
Mazir." Dara looked over, with tears in her eyes, "Yes, I'm positive."
Leah paled even more, almost to a ghostly white, "Uh... Dara, I'm not
sure how to put this. Um. Mazir is... I mean, she is... Shit, let's
just put it this way. She's in alot of trouble, if she's not dead
already. And that's why you're a wanted girl, I think. Mazir is, well,
a slave trader. Probably the most famous in hell. She produces the
most well trained slaves of any slave house. But, to put it bluntly,
she gets in more stock than she sends out..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that Mazir kills more slaves when she trains them than
she sells."
Dara could no longer hold back her tears, she completely broke
down on the bed, turning into a sobbing, heaving mass.
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