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The Magus 3/3 (mf,ff)
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Subject: THE MAGUS Pt.3 (of 3) occult, f/f, b&d, torture
Reply-To: [email protected] (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.
-=-= Semo (the Fetus) =-=-
-=-= [email protected] =-=-
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