Lesbian BDSM High Fantasy Bundle (f/f, dubious consent, bondage) (3 page)

And as Lilette trembled, so did Kara. Kara
felt it spread out, into her thighs and knees now, then up into her
belly and chest.

She let go of Lilette's nipples, but the
girl was already over the edge.

Her muscles unable to relax, Kara felt
Lilette shudder. Then again, harder. Another scream, this one of
ecstasy, ripped from the succubus's throat.

Kara reached down, sliding the whip out from
Lilette's spasming muscles.

Kara watched the girl recover from her
orgasm. She had never seen a girl orgasm, never done it herself.
But now that she wasn't a paladin...

Kara's mind reeled at the possibilities.

"If you didn't do it, then who?" Kara asked,
wondering if she had made a mistake.

Lilette's eyes suddenly shot wide open,
focusing over Kara's shoulder. "Probably him."

Kara spun around.

Just in time to see the ogre's club coming
at her.

Then the world was chaos.

Kara rolled. Lilette was screaming
something. The ogre bellowed.

Naked and armed only with a whip, Kara's
options were limited. She dodged back as the ogre roared ahead.

"Cut me down!" Lilette screamed again, "I
have magic!"

Magic, that was right, the demoness might
stand a chance.

Kara rolled another blow heavy enough to
shatter the tree trunk behind her. But would Lilette betray her?
Wasn't she more dangerous than the ogre?

"Mistress, cut me down!" Lilette
pleaded.

***

"Think of it like a paladin's vow," Lilette
said as they made their way back to Logtown, "'Mistress' isn't just
a word, it's a code. Among demons anyway."

"And now you're really going to follow me
around?" Kara asked, adjusting the sack with the ogre's head in it.
It was heavier than she would have liked. But Evaard was sure to
want the magic ingredients. Ogre's eyes are worth more than their
weight in gold, he had told her many times.

"Not just follow. Serve, Mistress. Why, is
that a problem?"

"Well..." Kara said slowly, "You're a
succubus. And I'm a paladin."

"Ex-paladin," Lilette said a little too
quickly. Kara winced, that still stung.

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"It's okay. You don't have to be a paladin
to do good." It was an easy thing to say, but it was going to take
some getting used to.

Nalia went to sleep in bliss. She awoke in
chains and darkness.

The young witch shook her head, trying to
clear the fog from her mind. The last thing she remembered...

She had used the forbidden ritual to summon
the demon Raum. And he had seduced her, trying to gain his freedom.
No, that wasn't quite right. She had seduced him as well, hoping to
make the demon break his contract.

And then.. then they had ended up in each
others arms, making love until the morning. She remember Raum
running his hands through her sweat soaked red hair as she had
clutched desperately to his lithe, muscled torso.

Nalia's eyes were beginning to adjust to the
darkness. And now, somehow, she was here. Had she failed? Had Raum
betrayed her?

As she scanned the room searching for a
familiar sign, she ran a hand over her clothes. Her black witch's
robe was gone, replaced with a simple cotton skirt that fell to her
knees and a simple smock.

Nalia knew enough to recognize a cell when
she saw it. A bed, a chamberpot, chains, and an iron door. Someone
didn't want her leaving.

She didn't have to wait long to find out
who. Soft footsteps echoed down the hallway, stopping at her door.
The door swung open smoothly, and a girl entered. She was a year or
two younger than Nalia with short brown hair that bobbed when she
moved.

The girl bowed awkwardly her bangs falling
across her eyes as she clutched her simple white cotton robe. "I am
sister Eliza. Please come with me."

Nalia felt a rage building within her. The
sisters of light might think they could slap a few chains on a Red
Witch and call it a day, but Nalia had power they had never dreamed
of.

Reaching out with her mind, Nalia grabbed
the girl's essence and tossed her body across the room like a
ragdoll.

Or at least, that's what she tried do. What
actually happened was Nalia reached out with her mind and she fell
screaming to the ground. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think.
Fire burned into her neck, searing her throat shut.

Sister Eliza rushed to her side. "Please, do
not hurt yourself." The girl's voice had real concern in it.

It took all of Nalia's strength just to nod.
The pain was gone now, but her body was still quivering.

"It's the collar." Eliza explained
helpfully, busying herself unlocking Nalia's manacles. "The sisters
have sealed your powers. Try to use them and you will be
punished."

"Good to know," Nalia managed as Eliza
helped the sorceress to her feet.

When she regained her strength, perhaps she
could overpower Eliza, but for now she was weak as a kitten. Eliza
helped Nalia down a sparse, stone hallway. From a few of the rooms
they passed, Nalia could here screams and moans.

"Do not worry." Eliza reassured her seeing
the look on her face. "They are being purified, repenting of their
evil ways."

Nalia felt her throat go dry. "Is that
what's going to happen to me? I'm going to be purified?"

Eliza nodded solemnly. "It is the fate of
the wicked."

"And Raum, what about Raum?" Nalia didn't
quite know why she asked. What did she care what happened to some
demon that she picked at random from a book? But she found herself
hanging onto Eliza's words.

"Raum?" Eliza wrinkled her forehead. "Oh,
you mean the demonspawn." She shook her head. Nalia felt her heart
jump into her throat.

"No one has ever purified a demonspawn
before." Seeing Nalia's face, Eliza tried to reassure her. "But
Sister Lily, our most experienced purifier, is on the task. If
anyone can do it, she can."

"How many... how many has Sister Lily
purified?"

"Dozens. She's an inspiration to us all."
Eliza lowered her voice conspiratorially. "They say she has never
failed. Not even once. Can you believe that?"

"And you?" Nalia asked, hoping.

"Me?" Eliza paused. "I... this will be my
first purification. Please forgive my lapses."

Nalia wasn't sure what to say to that, but
Eliza spared her a response by opening one of the countless iron
doors that lined the hallway.

The purpose of the room was unmistakable.
The Red Witches had many such chambers. Interrogation chambers,
they euphemistically called them.

Torture implements lined the walls. Long
whips, short whips, barbed whips, iron maidens of all sizes and
shapes, and more. Most of the devices though, Nalia could not name.
They all looked cruel though.

"This way please." Eliza said as she picked
her way through the maze of chains, tables, and chairs, all adorned
with an array of manacles and spikes. "Here. Please."

She gestured to a wooden horse, a think
wooden triangle set five or so feet off the ground. Nalia eyed the
device apprehensively. She was feeling better now, maybe strong
enough to overpower Eliza.

The younger girl sensed her hesitation.
"Please, I don't want to hurt you." Eliza raised her hand and Nalia
felt her collar begin to heat. "You must understand, you cannot
oppose me. The collar is controlled by my will. Should I wish it,
you will die."

Nalia believed her. Not only was the girl
seemingly incapable of deception, but it was the only way they
could control their prisoners.

Obediently, the sorceress mounted the wooden
horse. She could feel the sharp edge pushing against her core.
Uncomfortably, she pushed her hands against horse to relieve some
of the pressure.

Eliza moved surely, no longer the nervous
girl she was in the hallway. She secured each of Nalia's legs,
bending them back until her ankles touched her calves and binding
them tightly with rope. Nalia didn't bother resisting, whatever
Eliza had planned for her would happen with or without her
consent.

Twin ropes locked Nalia's ankles to her
thighs and bound her knees, forcing her legs in a kneeling
position. With no place to find purchase, her legs were nothing
more than sandbags, forcing her entire body weight onto where her
fulcrum met the wooden horse.

"Does that hurt?" Eliza asked, securing the
last rope.

"Only a little."

"That's to be expected. Hands please."

Nalia shook her head. "My hands..." she
tried lamely to explain. Her hands were the only thing keeping the
full weight of her body from pressing down between her legs.

"Shh, I know." Eliza reassured her before a
bolt of fire struck Nalia's neck.

The effect was immediate, Nalia's body
doubled over her muscles in shock. Her arms were limp while her
thighs clutched the horse like it was her lover. She found herself
gasping for air, unable to resist as Eliza lifted her hands and
secured them in manacles that hung above her head.

"You understand, all this is necessary if we
are to cure you." Eliza seemed to be reassuring herself more than
Nalia.

"Cure me... of what?" Nalia gasped. As the
fog of pain began to recede, Nalia could feel the full force of the
wooden horse pushing between her thighs, through her underclothes,
and trying to separate her lower lips.

"Why, of your wickedness of course."

"But what have I done?"

Eliza shrugged. "As part of the purification
process you will confess your evil deeds."

Sensation was returning to Nalia now. She
could feel her arms stretched above her head, the rope that bit
into her legs, the cold sweat trickling down her underarms,
anything to keep her mind off the beast between her legs. She tried
to shift position, but the beast was relentless, nuzzling and
pushing further whenever she shifted, her every move making her
situation worse.

"Join me," Eliza asked, "as we pray for the
four evils that must be purified."

"Four?" Nalia replied, not entirely sure she
wanted to know.

Eliza nodded solemnly. "Four evils live
inside each fallen women. Your heart." Eliza touched Nalia's
breast. "Your womanhood." Eliza touched low on Nalia's waist. "Your
deception." She touched Nalia's lips. "And..." Eliza trailed
off.

"And what?"

"And..." Eliza touched Nalia's ass, "Your
lust."

Nalia didn't like the sound of any of that.
"Do I get an appeal?"

Eliza shook her head. "The elders have
declared you guilty. There is no higher authority. When you are
purified, you will thank me."

Nalia sighed. Of course.

"But first, we must measure your
wickedness." For some reason, Eliza seemed to be blushing.

The priestess reached forward gripping the
neck of Nalia's cotton smock. With a jerk, she tore it open. Nalia
squirmed as her breasts spilled out. Squirming she tried to resist,
but, her hands suspended above her head and her legs tied, she was
helpless as Eliza peeled off her shirt.

Naked from the waist up Nalia could only
watch as Eliza murmured appreciatively, running a warm finger over
Nalia's taut shoulder blades and down her flanks. She paused on the
tight muscles in Nalia's stomach, pressing them gently.

"I sense there is much evil in you." A hand
pressed down on Nalia's shoulder, and she gasped as the wooden
horse forced it's way farther between her legs.

"Do you feel that?" Eliza asked. "That is
the pain of your wickedness."

Eliza ran a hand over Nalia's exposed
breasts. Cupping each one in turn. "Do you see that?" Eliza
whispered into her ear. "There is the proof that you must be
purified."

Nalia cursed her traitorous nipples. Her
body had betrayed her, responding instinctively to Eliza's soft
touch. Now they strained for the priestess's touch.

And Eliza was all too happy to oblige. Her
fingers circled Nalia's nipples, teasing her soft breasts and
sending soft waves of pleasure through her.

A hard twist made the sorceress scream and
writhe, the air ripped from her throat.

Nalia braced herself for more, but Eliza
seemed satisfied, already moving on to her next target. Her right
hand grabbed Nalia's short hair and her left hand tilted the
sorceress's face up.

Quickly, before Nalia could grasp what was
happening, Eliza brought her lips close.

This time Nalia gasped in surprise rather
than pain as Eliza's tongue found hers. Her lips tasted like
cherries. Her tongue tasted sweet. Nalia blinked in confusion. She
wasn't... she hadn't... certainly not with Eliza...

But the warmth spreading through her chest
gave lie to that confusion. Her body had no qualms admitting what
her mind rebelled at. Nalia, unable to control herself, felt her
mouth responding, meeting Eliza's lips, tasting her tongue and
working her mouth against Eliza's.

After what seemed like an eternity, Eliza
pulled gently back. Nalia's mouth tried to follow, unwillingly to
let go. The younger girl took a moment to gather herself as she ran
her tongue over her lips. "There is much wickedness there as well.
And you are delicious." For once, Nalia could only nod in
agreement.

What was happening to her? Suddenly she eyed
Eliza in a new light.

The short, brown haired priestess wore a
thin cotton robe that did little to conceal her curves. Nalia could
see the girl's own nipples poking through, could run her eyes down
Eliza's shapely thighs. Could see the flush across Eliza's equally
shapely neck. Apparently Nalia wasn't the only wicked one.

"One last test, and then the purification
will begin," Eliza moved to the wall of whips.

Nalia watched her every move. The girl moved
like moonlight and the sorceress couldn't tear her eyes off Eliza's
gently swaying waist. She licked her lips, imagining the pleasure
that she could bring this girl. What was wrong with her?

Eliza selected a short leather whip with a
dozen or so knotted lashes. A cat o' nine tails if Nalia remembered
the name correctly.

Eliza certainly was no stranger to the
device. She hefted it easily, running a hand along its length and
twisting the lashes around her fingers. "When you are purified, you
will forgive me."

Nalia tensed as Eliza disappeared behind
her, trying to ready herself for the blow that she knew was
coming.

But even so, she let out a scream when the
whip landed a stinging blow on her flank. Eliza struck just hard
enough that she did not break the skin, leaving behind rows of red
lash marks.

Another scream when the whip struck between
her shoulders. Her lower back. Nalia's breath was ragged, but Eliza
was just beginning.

Her whip found the sorceress's stomach, then
her soft breasts. Nalia felt her eyes blur in tears as the sharp
red welts worked through her body.

Nalia sobbed helplessly as the strength
leapt from her body. With every blow, she was being forced further
down onto the wooden horse. With every blow, she could feel the
pleasure seeping through her body.

She didn't know when it happened, maybe when
Eliza kissed her, maybe when the lash landed on her back, maybe the
wooden horse was awakening her animal desires. What Nalia did know
was that her lips were dripping wet, parting willingly, almost
begging, for the wood to press in farther.

She knew that every lash, every scream, was
bringing her closer to ecstasy. Nalia's body was flush with
pleasure, and every time Eliza struck with her whip, her hips
involuntarily bucked.

When the lashes found her nipples, she could
barely control herself. The mix of pain and pleasure was addictive,
like no sensation she had ever felt. She raised her breasts to meet
the blow then shrieked when it landed sending a wave a fire and
then a wave of pleasure.

And every time she bucked... She tried to
ignore it, to deny it, but the electric jolts of pleasure from her
pussy could not be denied. She was glad to have something between
her thighs, glad to have something pressing against her cunt, and
she wanted more. Needed more.

Eliza varied her pace, made Nalia wait,
unsure of when the next blow would fall. A hand traced the dimple
under her arm, squeezed her sides ever so gently, then a streak of
leather caught her right breast.