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</div></div><br/><br/><br/>She was sent to this place by her Master, the head Necromancer socerecess, being her best student to acquire the book from the Dark Elf Aune Greydark's mythic library, a fairly ancient collection in which the very first but extremely powerful elements in the dark arts had been written by the Necromancer Phaden Quiperios, a said Mage who supposedly defied death itself and remains still at large.<br/><br/>"So now we come to a crossroads," Aune said as he watched the young Morjana look upon the plain marble table in front of her with a pair of gleaming shackles, their rounded curves reflecting from the candle light from the hanging chandeliers, making leaping shadows that illuminated the Dark Elf's ' Transition' chamber, a room purposely made for comfort and discomfort, for pleasure and for pain, for rebellion and for obedience --- for rapture or for ruin.<br/><br/>"to put it simply...," he continued, " It would all be so much simpler if you took the collar provided and then put your rightful shackles on...the rest I am sure is already pre-pared for you to indulge as it always had been there in the first place,"<br/><br/>Morjana swallowed empty, it had been at least a few weeks of relentless aggravation, his dispel incantation rendered her most powerful spells inept but he left her lesser spells quite free and she was sure she could still unravel his grip and snatch what she was sent to claim. It was really just another weight added to her shoulders, another tiresome ploy that dangled the tether of hope, only to have it wiggle free at the last moment as the light at the end of the tunnel puttered into darkness.<br/><br/><i>Could she really do anything right at this point? Was she even worth being called a Mage? She helped countless powerful Warlords, Dukes, Princesses and Queens deliver themselves to her feet like the master had so many times but what was the problem now? He kept implying her power wasn't exactly enough - that in reality... She was probably sent to fail on purpose for some higher cause that no one bothered to explain to her because well...sometimes pawns are chosen for a different ends that justifies a means. Justified... Not good enough...a tool...a purpose... a mere nothing in the wind that would now mean less...that is...</i><br/><br/>Aune sat across from Morjana and settled back in his chair with his purple eyes transfixed upon the long haired red headed Mage.<br/><br/>" Really are you going to truly go against your fate?" He asked, " I've  even given you the freedom to walk about my palace, plot within my walls, and allowed you to perform magic --- no one has come for you, no one has asked for you but...I have asked for you Morjana. In a fit of Irony, I would prop you higher than even your master would. Let you push your boundaries. Let you --- become a powerful woman...but like any strong muscle, it must be first broken down and then healed, broken and then healed again before true strength is found. Why don't we --- experiment. A first step. Something that doesn't even require you to give anything up but the silk dress upon your back. Let's see if any harm will be done...just take your clothes off and shed them. You don't really need them. I'll even raise the temperature for your comfort --- what person that supposedly wants to do harm wound go to such lengths? You have nothing to lose. It's been a long time Morjana --- one of your yolks...one of your burdens off of your back would be...an ease? A peace? Stand up and enjoy a first release. I promice you'll feel better..."<br/><br/>The words sank into the powerful Mage that seemed to be not so powerful and perhaps she was fully aware as to how her red nailed hands clasped the arm rests to the chair or how she arose to her feet but when the cool air hit her naked skin, when the midnight blue seam of her dress parted, and her shapely breasts and her percolated pink nipples became rigid from the material gently running across them as they shed from her figure, the proud sorceress garb became a useless puddle upon the stone floor around her ankles as she stepped out of them in pure defeat.<br/><br/>Morjana has stripped down in front of a man and felt another lump in her throat but it was the lasting bit of her Lionesses Pride disappearing from her own soul as she sat back down in the chair, her bare cheeks feeling the cold nature of the seat before her own heat slowly warmed the spot.<br/><br/>"Now was that so hard?" Aune smiled, noting how her red hair spread out along her amazing pale skin, making an intricate pattern of fiery curls against a vanilla background.<br/><br/>" You see ---," Aune said admiring the magic user's vulnerable state. "No one is pulling your hair...no one is yelling at you... Nor am I threatening any harm upon your luxurious skin. I can admire your body can't I? I am a man after all --- or what was it --- you said...Dark Elf Trash?"<br/><br/>Aune got up and walked around slowly with the sound of his boots knocking upon the stone floor before he bent down and gathered the mages robe that smelled of Elven lilacs and rose water.<br/><br/>"I tell you what Morjana," he said looking at her clothing, " if you can find this again I'll even let you retain your own robes but if you can't --- and why would anyone suggest you couldn't being a top student and learned mind such as you are? You can earn these robes again for your own mind's peace... But if you can't within say... 2 days... You are basically telling me you'd rather walk around and showcase that lovely athletic body of yours anyway. This is an easy task yes?"<br/><br/>Morjana looked to him with a flare of contempt but not as fiery and loud as the first time.<br/><br/>" You Dark Elf trash!" She snapped, "If only I...,"<br/><br/>" If only you were given back your full powers that I would quake in my boots?," he said looking upon her, " well good! If you find these within 2 days around this keep of mine I'll even give you back your precious powers so you have a chance to strike me down," and with that her robes had disappeared.<br/><br/><i>...Aune held back a smirk but kept his cold and calculated look upon her naked frame...</i><br/><br/>" I'll grant you a piece of your intimacy's privacy back," he said and clapped his hands with two doors opening, a pair of rushed wood elves in flowing white see through silks hastened in with what looked like a pair of harem undergarments but just just the bottoms. It wasn't just clothing though and Morjana knew it - laced with the very delicate and richly soft layers from the Lavellaus Silk worm, the enzymes from the creature woven into regular silk was an aphrodisiac inhibitor, a tool used to keep harem whores awake and brimming for most of their serving peak hours.<br/><br/>" You are more than welcome to retain your womanhood's dignity from the prying eyes of Elf Trash...,"<br/><br/>Morjana snatched it and shimmied the pair up her long pale legs and affixed them.<br/><br/>" Whore garments won't do anything to..."<br/><br/>" You are correct because if it did then you would be a whore which you are not --- you are a sorceress," Aune declared with approval. "well I'll leave you to your quest and I certainly hope you are reunited with your robes...lady..," and with that he left her to her own devices and thoughts.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Morjana burned with anger but also humiliation for she was no longer focused attempting to perform the mission she was supposed to complete or was attempting to figure out how to get out of the Dark Elf's keep --- she was searching for her own high priestess robes, the same ones she earned as a top Mage at the Magic College.<br/>The worst part was she pranced around in nothing more than a whore's garment while she attempted as much as possible to hide her continuously perked breasts with her long red hair. It didn't help that she was also in a constant state of agitation as the aphrodisiac had since slowly worked through her mental walls. In fact she would have to slide them down and fulfill her internal passions with her own hand a few times but even that became unsatisfactory, and while she was supposed to be wining back her full powers, she instead sought the servants who were increasingly becoming less servile to her as they began to see her as one of them, barefoot and made to show her womanly prize to any carnal eye that wanted to ogle. They did what was asked but by this time, there was a price in which Morjana found herself washing their bodies instead while being told how beautiful she was and that her role was a perfect one for her.<br/><br/>On the second day, she was accosted by some palace guards who had looked upon her as a wandering offering, groping her breasts and patting her internal wet spot that made her ache and slightly moan. She wanted to use something - anything on them but when she attempted to use a lowly beginner spell, she couldn't even do that due to her breaking concentration, and the attack upon her emotions and feelings. They simply gave a hard smack to her ass and made a blush print upon it but told her they weren't to touch her by order of Aune thought if there were no such order, they would have double cocked her in one of the rooms so she could feel strong peasant cock within her uppity ass and high class cunt. They then pushed her to move along like an annoying fly only, instead of revenge, she was wondering what their peasant cocks would feel like in both her holes.<br/><br/>The minutes were fleeting and she had nothing to show for it as Aune showed up at her given bed chamber.<br/><br/>"couldn't find anything?" He said with a smile, " that's too bad...well...I know my harem pets said you give lovely washes that probably took some precious time away from this small task...and I'm sorry for those brutish guards earlier but I must say --- I didn't expect such a coy response. Then those self gratification sessions that also took some valuable precious time too --- you know . Me personally as a 3rd party looking in, I'd say you really are having the time of your life and you are probably enjoying your current position. You certainly didn't behave as an unwanted whore...,"<br/><br/>Morjana was defeated and could say nothing as her ears burned and her thighs burned, and her mind was aflame. Everything he stated...wasn't far from the truth and she began to start hating herself for her deficiencies. All that training and sureness -- what would her master think now? Was it even prudent of her to continue to believe she would even look at her the same way? The reality of her situation had become completely dire though Aune suddenly became not the captor, but now he was security. Safe and warm security. The ultimate blow? When Aune simply walked over to her own bed, reached underneath and pulled her Mage robes which were hidden right underneath her bed like some school grade buffoon tucked it under as a laughing prank at Mage College.<br/><br/>" Honestly Morjana...," Aune said with a wolfish grin, " And you claimed you looked everywhere? You were practically soiling your own freedom as you happily fiddled away at your cunt squirting in enjoyment"<br/><br/>Morjana still had no words to say --- all this time under nose? She looked in the most inconspicuous spots and searched in the most highest arches of his holdings while being laughed at and sexually harassed from room to room...only to find she had been extra fooled by a simple tuck and hide.<br/><br/>Aune threw her robes in her naked lap with a daring smile.<br/><br/>" Morjana put those back on," he said ," I'll restore your full powers and we can have a lovely duel...if you win you can burn my corpse and serve your master gloriously by not only bringing her back the book but my handsome face in a bloody sack,"<br/><br/>Morjana's broken state was seen in her eyes as she looked down at the proud robes of a sorceress but just kept looking at them.<br/><br/>What was she going to do or could do? The hard swallow of it was nothing. She had failed and even if she could defeat the Dark Elf, the Master would most certainly punish her for her poor showing --- it became clear she'd  be more safer as...as...<br/><br/><i>A whore for Master Aune.</i><br/><br/>It was more self revolting to find she was more interested in the longevity of the peasant cocks that were offered before --- warm and pulsating muscles of pleasure working the burning needs of her...prim ass and pampered high class....cunt...<br/><br/>" I...," she started to say, " I don't want them...I want...the peasant cocks.." The lasting words were the final arrows that killed her resistance and put to rest her previously vibrant and dominating independence.<br/><br/>"And if that is what the sorceress wishes...," Aune said with a victorious grin, " I'm sure I can serve what the good...whore truly wants..." As he gently guided Morjana up from her bed and motioned her to be served to the lowly soldiers in their barracks.<br/><br/>* * *<br/>The two guardsman that jeered and groped her were now double penetrating her lush body as she began to sweat under their continuous ravaging, but what a release it was to have her under garment torn off and the sucking sound of her surrendered cunt be heard within her burning ears. The long elongated cock reached in an arch and expanded her  lips as she backed into it and her breasts were being used as if the man below was an over grown baby and her nipple tips were his personal pacifiers. They didn't even know her name and decided to simply call her ' Slut Meat'. These were strong men and were massive ships of masculinity with shapely abs and broad chests, used to vigorous conditions and were treating her like a piece of filet mignon - for in their minds, it was like two rabid grizzly bears finding a honey cash and they were going to dig deep. Morjana only became an orgasmic toy, her anus burned when the second solider plunged in, spreading the pale seam of her ass with the force of his cock and thrusting, pushing her forward as the cock underneath slipped faster.<br/><br/>It was a pounding of a lifetime.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>" Now first the collar Morjana," Aune said " it's nothing more than a new necklace for you -- a necklace of a brave new life that more fits your real demeanor,"<br/><br/>Morjana hesitated again but the words and pressure were more greater with the elements of the open air upon her naked skin and the cold stone against her tender feet. Morjana raised up the collar and looked at Aune who simply watched her with a smile --- easier he said...she had to admit some peace and tranquility sounded pretty good to her...<br/><br/>As she clasped the collar around her throat, once he snaped it in place, she felt the rest of her fleeting powers drained as she just became a naked piece of property for the dark elf, having a magic blocker that canceled what powers she was aloud to have to fizzle into nothing. The difference was astounding with her link broken, she felt useless and suddenly dawned upon her that this is what her other victims probably felt and now she was going to get some pay back --- and yet... it felt natural. When it came time to put her hands through the shackles and Aune walked behind her to finish the deed, she heard the lasting noise of her freedoms drown out with the<i>click-click </i>sound and Morjana the Mage was simply no more...she would now be Morjana the bedroom slut. Morjana the seed dump. Morjana the dog. She heard these terms frequently during her stay here, how he easily handled his other impressive harem debutantes. At first it was to scoff at --- what lowly foolish woman of any class would allow themselves to be turned into common trash for some Dark Elf? That was before ....and now  came the offerings for some comforts that slowly felt at least appropriate for her,  for she was even given some of her own servants as a 'gesture' of good will. Perhaps it was that which set her mind's fall... When she would step out of her robes and immerse herself into the hot bubbling waters, enjoying the soft bodies of his hand picked whores to lather her body in lovely exotic oils, pamper her highly alert senses, and at some point, engaging in perfumed carnal acts for what was the point of such beautiful slaves if they weren't going to solve her various ongoing proclivities? Morjana must have shared multiple eruptions from the various harem nymphs, and no doubt to the perverse voyersim of her host.<br/><br/>Aune grabbed a handful of red hair and guided her up and out of the chair with a harsh grip and lead her to the stock where her head and hands were put in a restriction vice before it was closed upon her. In order so she could t close her legs, an ankle spreader, clasped and made to keep her proper.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
* * *​</div><br/>Morjana opened her mouth and allowed the Aune's cock to slowly crawl up the bed of her tounge and reach farther, suckling while gagging at the same time as her saliva glistened down his throbbing shaft. The Dark Elf traced her swollen roses lips before making a half moon hook with his index and ring finger, coiling within her damp walls and carving their own carnal mark, revolving and coiling like two hungry snakes enjoying their fresh capture. Morjana was only stopped with a tug of her collar as she pulled away from his cock and looked upon his imposing gaze.<br/><br/>"Would you impail your self pet?" He asked as he gently stroked  his  hand along her face.<br/><br/>" Yes Master Aune," she replied, " I want your masculine cock in my petulant cunt. I deserve nothing more..."<br/><br/>Aune positioned Morjana over his lap with his cock standing strait up with her wet lips left  hovering over his cock head.<br/><br/>" Who is the Wolf and who is the Lamb," asked Aune, tugging on her collar to answer.<br/><br/>" I'm the lamb," she creakingly said, " I forfeited my rights as anything else but one.."<br/><br/>" Therefore I am the wolf," he said, " Now be a good lamb and praise your new master ..."<br/><br/>Morjana swallowed but sank her wet lips which spread around Aune's cock head as she felt his shaft run up within her, letting out a gracious gasp as it filled her canal while her cunt hungrily contracted and sucked upon it.<br/><br/><i>Aune let out a grunt as she would slowly gather a forced rythm with the tugging of the leash...</i><br/><br/>Aune broke her into a wandering cum bucket for both men and women alike among the keep for a few more weeks before doing something rather interesting. Morjana would be sent back to her Master, but not empty handed. She would take Phaedon's book with her to give to the Master with a personal letter for her eyes to read:<br/><br/><i>No need to take such drastic measures your ladyship - enclosed is the Necromancer Phaedon's spell book that your...pet was sent to "find". There is only one problem. The book you could have always had without such games needs it's codex...well...I'm afraid that will be a bit harder because to really understand it, you need a Dark Elf's interpreter's stone. Guess which Dark Elf has that stone? I've returned your...loyal apprentice to you too. She tasted like honey and her gyrating hips are to die for --- you shouldn't be too harsh on her as she's just as much my property as she was to you.<br/>
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And yes you are invited to my keep of course --- don't crumple this note too hard, it was expensive paper made from the skin of a wyvernn. Tell me something - Does yours taste like honey or is it a more exotic wine that can also be poured in varying portions to consume?</i>