The Wizard School

 

As the young witch approaches the foreboding castle, she feels an air
of apprehension… Is this really what she wants? She's heard so many
tales, so many shadows of truth. What is to be believed? She starts
up the steps cautiously. As she climbs the staircase, a heavy iron
gate rises. Behind it she sees a huge oak door, devoid of handles,
creaking open in the flicker of the courtyard torches… `Where is he',
she thinks to herself, `or his servants for that matter?' No sooner
does she enter the room, than the gate & door clang shut. 

` Alright… I'm alright… I'm here for one purpose… to find out if I
have what it takes to serve the Dark One… If he accepts my offering,
I'll have it made. I'll be taken care of, I'll be exalted, I'll gain
initiation.' She stumbles forth through the shadows. Heavy purple
curtains hung from the ceiling in a vertical ocean of velvet. An
intoxicating fog of incense wafts through the air, as the curtains
give way to a large circular arena. She sees a metallic gleam in the
periphery, accompanied by a slight high pitched clink, like that of
wind chimes on a summer's eve. Swaying hypnotically, she feels
herself harmonizing with the atmosphere, as if each breath erodes
away the boundaries between her inmost self & her environment. As she
further surveys the room looking for some sign that she is not alone,
she becomes aware that there are a series of etchings in the floor.
Runes of some sort, diagrams, embedded gems & stones laid out in
various geometric patterns. Even these markings seem to have a life
of their own, sparkling or shifting slightly in tune with her breath.
As she begins losing her sense of self in the intricacies of the
chamber, she feels a hot breath against her neck. A low voice
accompanies it, otherworldly & unique. 

 "Greetings my dear, Welcome to the Pleasure dome. Relax. Let Go.
Give yourself in service to the darkness." Foreign hands grasp her
sides through her robe, sliding firmly up her body to her shoulders,
as her brooch is unpinned & her clothing falls to the ground.
Apprehension creeps back, mixed with a tingling eroticism. She has
still not seen the individual responsible, and she is nude, feeling
exposed, yet wanting to comply, to pass this test. With her paranoia,
she feels a rustling in the shadows, like that of small rodents in
the walls, but at eye level in this maze of suspension. She thinks
she sees wings, momentarily, or perhaps a tail, but as soon as the
glimpse had come it disappeared. The fear level rises. On either side
of her, jets of flame rise from the ground in pyres large enough to
bring a glisten of perspiration to her bare flesh. "Kneel Witch, &
don't look up." The hands leave her and she feels the presence step
away, as she follows the order. "Now show me how you pleasure
yourself. Caress your breasts, feel your flesh, place your fingers in
that dark moist place that produces the perfume I most desire." His
words are intoxicating; she feels her fear begin to slip away. She
begins following the instructions. Again the hold of the room, her
actions, & her breath start to harmonize. Footsteps. She sees his
bare feet upon the stone in front of her. She doesn't dare look up.

His robe opens. She can see his thick strong calves, knees, and
thighs. She closes her eyes, and begins to gasp as her fingers part
her now glistening lips. "That's right, stir it up, make it pour, I
want your scent to mingle with the air." She feels strong fingers
grasping her scalp, massaging it, sliding through her hair. She lets
out a low moan, as a hand tightens her mane, making a rein out of her
dark silky locks. Another hand slowly runs down the side of her neck,
softly massaging the tension away. She pushes her finger deeper into
herself. "Let me taste it, I must have your sweetness upon my lips."
Barely hearing him, she begins to feel carried away in the ecstasy.
He grabs her arm and brings it upward, guiding her glistening fingers
into his lips, swirling his tongue around her digits. She opens her
eyes; her face meets his member, slightly engorged, heaving silently
as he inhales her odor. "Show me the proper way to consecrate this
wand."

"Yes, Master." They are the first words she's spoken since she's
arrived. She'd intellectualized them before arriving, knowing they
might be demanded, but now she speaks them of her own free will. She
wants to feel this, to let go. She lightly grasps the base of his
cock, and places a kiss upon the shaft. It's sweet, as if marinated
in honey and spices. The scent of his sex arouses her more with every
breath. She licks its length, and then takes its entirety within her
mouth. The response is instantaneous, with each suckle it swells in
her mouth, then her throat. Her other hand digs frenzied at her now
dripping cunt, engorged with desire, her button electric with lust.
"Tongue my balls, flick your tongue lightly underneath my sack" He
guides her head away from the shaft and as she complied her eyes roll
back in her head. She is overcome with headiness. This is the source;
she can feel his heat, take his pulse with her tongue, a furnace of
lust beating harder against her face. He grabs her head & guides the
rod deep into her throat again, nearly choking her with it. She
devours it ravenously, wanting more. Wanting to pull that throbbing
pulse right through its head. Her twat clenches hungrily upon her
fingers, they are not enough anymore. She wants so badly to fill
herself with this meal.

He senses her lower hunger, & pulls away, lightly prodding her
forward with a heel to her ass, into prostration on the ground. She
barely catches herself in time, not quite noticing the triangle
etched on the floor in the area she is being corralled into. His
fingers trace obscure figures on her back, hands exploring her
curves, destroying old tensions in their wake. She lowers herself to
the ground, wriggling her ass in the air, in time to the long slow
strokes he begins to command on her backside. Whack! A stinging heat
lights up her rear, Whack! Whack! She has no time to react to this
sobering affront, before the warm hands of her mysterious master are
soothing her ass flesh, deeply probing into her buttocks, pulling her
apart rhythmically, hypnotically, in time with her deep, deep
breaths. She hears a deep murmur, barbarous chanting, and evocations
to the spirits of lust & desire.

She begins to panic. `What's going on, what is he doing to me'? A low
mist begins to form, made up of her breath & perspirations, purple in
hue, & intoxicating in the utmost form. She tries to rebel, she must
not be possessed, what was she thinking. She has to get out. She
tries to scramble away, as his fingers began to open her wide. His
other hand grasps her ankle, stopping her. A shimmering sound rings
out of the shadows and chains fly forth from the darkness, binding
her arms & legs. They pull taught and she rises from the ground in
levitation. He spreads her wider, & slowly begins to lick. She tries
to fight the restraint. She screams in resistance, & his tongue
probes her deeper. He pulls back snapping his finger, and she spun
around upside down, now facing the ceiling.

He slaps her chest and thighs with the sharp heat of a scourge. The
disorientation begins to refocus with each slap. More barbarous
chanting, she feels the heat of his breath upon her wetness. He
presses his face deep into her groin, continuing to hum and speak in
tongues, literally. She feels the tongue tracing figures upon her
clit; deep intonations resonate in the air. The mist becomes thicker,
it begins to sparkle. There is a static discharge upon her skin. She
floats weightlessly, suspended on a purple cloud of desire, bound by
chains. With a whirring crash, a light explodes, & she feels two
presences where there was only one. Two pairs of hands begin
caressing her flesh, two tongues licking upon her flesh, devouring
her whole.

A low grinding, stone against stone. Rising from beneath her body, a
stone slab meets with her backside. She lies bound upon the altar. A
pair of hands grasp her head, pulling it back against the stone edge.
A pair of hands slide upon her thighs, preparing her for entry. She
smells it again, feels the heat against her face, and the only word
she allows to escape her is "YES, OH YES" His hard cock is inside
her. Filling her, it's in her mouth, her throat. It's beating hot
against her labia, swelling upon her mound, demanding admittance. She
moans, she writhes; she gives herself over completely to desire. He
enters her, swelling deep & slowly within her hungry cunt and throat.
Hands grasp her breasts and massage her thighs. He alternates thrusts
for maximum effect; she is going to burst in pleasure. He fucks her
rapidly pumping into her mouth, into her groin. Her pulse quickens.
She feels she can bear no more, and begins to scream into his cock.

He pulls out of her mouth and she begins to rise in the air, the
altar recedes back into the floor. She is turning vertical, sliding
deeper onto his cock, his hands gripping her midsection, rubbing her
back, squeezing her ass. The screams become a continuous shriek, each
thrust pumping a little more air from her lungs. She is facing him.
She sees his face for the first time. Long brown curly locks, toss
back and forth in the air with each motion. She feels him pushing her
into him, from behind, from in front. He pulls apart her buttocks,
while pumping her slower and deeper. She feels him growing inside her
with each movement, as her eyes meet his, glowing blue spheres in a
cloud of passion. She cannot believe it, she sees herself bedazzled,
lost in lust, as he enters her ass. She is full, she is screaming,
she is lost. She sees horns one moment, a halo the next. He pumps her
slowly, rubbing himself against himself, melting her in his friction.
He is huge, so fulfilling, this is more than she ever dreamed of, and
everything she ever needed. He begins to grasp himself in a consuming
hug, she feels her soul dissolving; she is becoming the air. As he
squeezes her tighter, he asks her, "Are you ready to be reborn?"

She barely manages the thought `YES!', as he explodes within her. She
glimpses a pair of ethereal wings floating in the midst behind her,
as her consciousness departs. Everything fades into nothingness.

She awakens on an egg shaped bed of blue silk. Tiny demons and
sprites dance upon her skin. The demons clean her perspiration from
her with tiny swatches of velvet. They carry these micro rags off,
wringing the fluids in to a little red decanter with a strange
interlaced six-pointed star. The sprites follow suit rubbing an
intoxicating lotion of ginger, Egyptian musk, and amber into her
flesh with tiny black satin swatches. She cannot move; her body is
completely taxed. With maximum effort, she smiles and tilts her head
slightly in the direction of a voice. "Welcome Dear. You have been
accepted to serve in my service. May you find everything you had
sought. I shall call upon you soon enough. In the meantime,
recuperate & reflect upon the changes that have occurred."