MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)
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				Title: <strong>MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>20-09-2011, 22:40:46</strong>
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				Castle Hearstwhyle was quiet on a cold winter day. Winter always slowed the traffic of mortal visitors, of the "clients" who sought to objectify the mythical captives of the castle. Men, and some women, who wished to sample the beauty of ethereal creatures. <br>In a room with the smell of spring two soldiers sought out an elusive creature called the Ghillie Dhu, a forest sprite of some ambiguity. They searched beneath the bed and in the shadows, frustrated that their promised toy was not to be seen.<br>"Bloody ripoff!" one of them exclaimed. "I came to fuck a fey not play hide-and-seek with one."<br>"Let's go find a nymph," the companion shrugged. "They're female anyway..."<br>As the soldiers left the large room with potted plants one of the small trees twisting toward the window shook. A creature revealed himself, shaking a disguise of bark and leaves from his androgynous body. Clothed in a leafy loin cloth with wild black hair and large dark eyes he stretched to the sound of twigs snapping.<br>Taskill groaned, glad to be rid of the abuse just this once. Byrn was out of the castle and this was the only chance the creature had to break rules and dodge the usual degradation.<br>He listened closely until the soldiers' feet had faded down the steps to a lower level of the castle. Taskill peaked his head from the door of his prison-room and crept down the hall, lithe form twisting the corners with ease. A familiar nymph stood at the end of the hall and cocked an eyebrow.<br>"Taskill? What are you doing out of your room? I heard some soldiers ordered you to play with."<br>"They changed their mind, my dear nymph," he cooed. "But you can order me if you please." <br>The redheaded beauty flipped her hair and laughed, "In your wildest fantasies. You are in trouble now, Taskill."<br>"Have I <em>woused </em>the <em>wath </em>of the <em>wymph</em>?" he played silly, raspy voice low.<br>"No. But Byrn is back in the castle. He will know you dodged your duties."<br>Taskill's irises shrank to cat-sized slits. "He is back? No, he was to be gone all week!"<br>"He is downstairs, returned from his trip."<br>"Fuckstockings!" the strange fey exclaimed, long nails in his own hair as he pulled it. He began to fidget, cast looks back and forth in anxiety and then dart back to his room. <br>His raven friend Medea was perched at a potted spruce by the window. Her eyes opened as he gave her his arm. "Warn everyone the wizard has returned. But be quiet, my love."<br>He opened his door and allowed the stealthy bird to spread her wings and fly down the halls of the castle like a shadow. She knew not to squawk or cause trouble. Taskill was grateful that he was allowed this pet. She came in handy for occasions like this...<br>He was not the only one to break rules while their master was out. Everyone deserved a warning when the man slipped soundlessly back into their prison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-09-2011, 18:34:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">Arya (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119572.msg5225355#msg5225355)<br></div><br><div align="center">(http://attachments.conceptart.org/forums/attachment.php?attachmentid=237123&amp;stc=1&amp;d=1194758086)</div><br><div align="center"><em>Meanwhile .. back in castle Hearstwhyle</em></div><br>Arya (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119572.msg5225355#msg5225355) had been a captive of the strange abode for months now and not having exposure to moonlight or starlight for so long had taken its toll. Although she could feel the emotional pain of each and every creature in the castle, her nature should have been able to do so to the horizon, even if she was in the presense of another, healing hearts and emotional scars and even physical ones would take many hours in this state, when normally, in full health it could take merely one.&nbsp; The overlord knew this also and in this debilitated state Arya had been forced to remain. The strange dream-angel needed fresh air to survive and halls that ran down lengths of the other captive's chambers was her cell. Although her silk blindfold prevented her seeing directly, she could still fathom the layout and details in the same manner bats could, for her own horns sensitive enough to vibrations a mental picture of her surroundings was as present as any insight from true sight could give. The blindfold could be dispensed with at night but not without risk for any torch or lantern sparked would cause extreme pain which would effectively render her truely blind with a splitting headache for longer than what gain doing so could warrant. As such the blindfold stayed firmly in place. As firmly as her own captivity.<br><br>Sobs of the inmates she longed to heal drowned out almost everything. If only she could get closer ... but that wasn't going to happen as on the sides of all cells closest to her not one but two gates separated the angel from the others. Keeping all close enough from her to fathom their form and hear their woes, close enough for them to hear her harping and her voice, but far too far away for her to ease their troubles in the manner her own nature longed to do. For selfish reasons strangely, for being so empathic made it impossible to be at peace while being so aware of others torment. This synchronousy of nature established peace on her world but this world which she had moved to do so held other values. This world valued ownership, control via the threads of more misery. <br><br>Her harp had played for so many hours her fingers bled. But tonight ... she still something left to give, something which just may help one find wonder in their hope. A prayer formed by ancient words which could not be spoken without singing, perhaps none would know them, but they shouldn't need to.. it was a prayer for a future without any needs, if sang properly the message was the feeling the sounds themselves would instill.&nbsp; Once summoning the energy reserves to do so sing she did, with the voice of an angel. <br><br><div align="center">Delerium - Angelicus [Official Music Video] (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqUb3L1IRYA#ws)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 03:23:37</strong>
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				Bryn swept through the entrance hall and into the castle proper, doors opening for him, without any need for a servant to do so. Despite his position, the master of his bizarre menagerie of creatures, he was not waited on as a human lord. Instead, his power was made obvious by his self-sufficiency. He didn't wear clothing, save for his billowing robes, and his bare feet barely made a noise as he walked across polished stone floor.<br><br>His robes were white, today, with a pattern of ivy that crept up from its sleeves, and where it flowed across the ground. Despite the fact that he'd been walking, barefoot. He never rode anywhere, but had never been gone for more than a week. His methods of travel were mysterious enough, as was much about the wizard. Indeed, his trips didn't come all that often, but it was almost unheard of that his schedule be broken. His sleeves hung empty at the sides of his robes, his robe pulled over his shoulders like a traveling coat.<br><br>He had not been in the door a minute before his mood was made clear. His robe fluttered in a breeze that simply wasn't there for a moment, before it had changed colour, and indeed even texture and length. It was then black, and lined with red, and was much longer than before, stretching almost back to the door from where he stood.<br><br>"Taskill!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the castle halls, "show yourself!"<br><br>Taskill had been one of his earliest successes, and as a result the one to often see his worst moods. Bryn had always been a man of prizes, and Taskill was a prize, who apparently he believe would improve his mood from whatever had darkened it. Of course, it would not be simple to do so, Taskill would likely suffer for it, but Bryn did not consult his prizes in their use.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 04:21:26</strong>
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				<em>Lyra</em><br><br>High up on the wall, on the sill of the only window allowing light into the dark, stone cell, a small swallow made a sound more mournful than any such a sweet looking bird should have been able to make. The song it sang was one of pain and longing, the need to fly free and feel the caress of wind under your wings...the ache for freedom...the agony of a slave.<br><br>With a final twittering, refrain the bird suddenly dropped to the floor of the cell, growing larger, wings and feathers receding in a roil of arms and the palest flesh. The beak and dark bird eyes gave way to a lovely face and eyes the soft grey of the palest dove while more feathers disappeared and a mane of midnight hair flowed to the center of the back of the tall woman the change revealed. Rising to her full height her body was shown in all it's glory. Long limbs, pale flesh, small but firm breasts, taut stomach, the curve of a tight bottom, all in view for the brief moment before she wrapped the single cloak she was allowed to wear around her body.<br><br>She heard the Raven fly down the hall and sighed. He was back. In the months she'd been in the castle, since her capture, she'd tried repeatedly to find a single window that would let even a single one of her shape escape the stones that held her. None allowed her out. She could change to any shape she desired, but some magic kept her from crossing any thresh hold that would allow her the freedom she so ached for. She kept hoping that at some point, Bryn, would go far enough that the magic on his castle would weaken just a bit, just enough to let some small shape escape, a swallow or a mouse wouldn't need much space, just a tiny crack to squeeze through and she could run far and fast before Bryn could catch her again!<br><br>Hearing him holler (there was no other word for it!) for Taskill she could tell he was in a foul mood. She knew it wouldn't be on her account, her trying to escape had never gotten her in trouble before and she'd obeyed the guards while he was gone. They'd have no reason to complain of her...she made sure they never did. That wouldn't stop him from hurting her that was his mood but she did her best to make sure that he never hurt her out of anger. She'd seen enough of that sort of damage to know she didn't want his nager directed at her.<br><br>Hoping for the best for Taskill she sighed and curled into the darkest corner of her cell and closed her eyes, hoping for a bit of sleep.
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>22-09-2011, 04:53:03</strong>
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				Taskill had been listening to the distant singing of Ayra, the angelic oddity who graced the castle. Even from so far it was soothing. He sometimes wished to go to her and show how he appreciated her presence. Before her enslavement among them the castle was so much bleaker. It was still an unhappy place. It was still a prison, but her presence had eased some of the pain.<br>He twitched a bit in his anxiety. The bird was not back yet. He hoped she showed herself to everyone soon as the warning they needed. Captives like the lovely Lyra were usually wise and had broken no rules that Byrn would sense. But Taskill knew others like himself who still fought to be foolish when the wizard was out. The handsome buck Midnight, an alicorn cursed in his human form, would likely have broken a few rules too and it was good to give him a warning.<br>Yanked from his own thoughts, Taskill's whole body jolted when Byrn's voice carried up to his chamber, summoning him. It was unpleasant. The man sounded in a foul mood. With Byrn's foul moods Taskill was made into a whipping board of sorts. He left his chamber door opened wide enough to allow Medea to fly back in when she finished her rounds. Now it was time to descend the steps. One by one on bare feet he covered the cold stone steps until he was standing before his master. His robes were black today and Taskill's large sad eyes took this in swiftly. Yes, a very bad mood indeed.<br>"The master called me?" he asked. He did not meet the man's eye. Often it was easier to do what he must without making eye contact. But usually he was forced to at one point or another. Whether commanded to kneel before his master and pleasure him or made to suffer at the end of an angry cock, Taskill always met the man's eyes&nbsp; and that was ever the scariest part.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 18:06:12</strong>
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				"Taskill, dear Taskill," he said, his voice almost sweet, "don't ask foolish questions, of course I did." His right hand darted out of his robes, and his fingers grasped Taskill's face, just around the mouth, his slightly elongated nails, scratching his face as he did.<br><br>"You've broken the rules, I see," he said, coldly, "...my rules."<br><br>He let go of Taskill and walked past him toward the steps, his long robe trailing behind ,sweeping its way past Taskill.<br><br>"Fetch Lyra, and the Alicorn ...Midnight," he said, as though he could barely remember the name, "and bring them to my chambers, you and they can wait for me there, I'll be up presently, and after that, you'll be able to apologize to my patrons, who you disappointed, and pay back the money you owe me."<br><br>Bryn didn't look back as he walked up the steps, taking the turn to enter his wing of the castle. His rooms were in the castle's tower, his study the highest room in the castle, his bedroom just below that. His study was the one room of the castle where his creatures were not allowed to go without his permission. It was also the only room that had its own barrier, like that on the exterior of the castle. Unless he was inside, it was impossible to enter at all, at least for the creatures of the castle, and it was the only room cleaned and attended solely by human servants, paid human servants. As was his custom, his study would be his first stop after returning. There was, however, no way to tell how long he would be inside his study, and the order to retrieve his fellow slaves to Taskill had not specified a time limit, of course, if they were not in his bedroom by the time he came down to it, it was likely his foul mood would somehow manage to get far worse.
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 20:29:50</strong>
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				<br><strong>Tap Tap Tap. Taptap. Taptaptaptap.</strong> <br><br><em>Leave me alone.</em> Midnight thought to himself.<br><br><strong>Tap. Tap.</strong><br><br><em>Ugh. </em><br><br>Between the tapping and the singing, they were going to drive him crazy. Crazier.<br><br>The sound continued even as Midnight burrowed his sleek dark form deeper into his covers and endeavoured hard to ignore it. It took some particular skill, in fact, to manage to stay asleep -- the young female entwined with him, however, seemed to lack such completely. "What is it" she asked, eyes coming open and long legs stretching against the alicorn's own. <br><br><em>Nothing.</em> He didn't say it out loud, but drew instead a deep breath against the tawny short fur on her neck to snort against it. It didn't smell right, but it was as close to happy memories as he could get these days. A shift of hips pushed him closer and he used the same motion to roll himself on top of her. They had only been at it a few times today, after all, and the slight tensing he felt under his body told him maybe she had reached her limit already -- not that it had ever stopped him before, right? It'd only make her less appealing to Byrn's next client if she were used and tired.<br><br>The raven cawed loudly; the female shivered. "I think it's trying to tell you something." <br><br>He nipped at her shoulder to shut her up, reaching to lift her hips higher before he looked. Midnight knew better than looking, didn't he? Taskill's raven stared at him from the side of the window, and tapped on it with his beak once more. <strong>Tap Tap</strong>, the sounds came back. <em>Look out?</em> A slap to the female's rump ensured she'd maintain the position he'd left her into while he rose on two legs and walked -- such ineffective way of moving -- to look out the window.<br><br>Nothing there. <br><br><strong>Tap Tap Tap</strong><br><br>Alarm flashed like gunpowder within the stallion, burning every shred of the confidence rebuilt in the past two days. No.<br><br><em>Fuck. </em><br><br>Midnight rushed back to the bed, pushing the female on her side and throwing her clothes back to her -- no, wait, those were his. The scramble lasted just as long as it took the woman to catch on, and then it was a feverish race to get the bath running while the black male finished pulling his pants up and dashed out the corridor toward his own room. Maybe he'd make it in time.<br><br>Maybe.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 22:49:12</strong>
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				Taskill was slow in retrieving the other two. For all he knew their day was a good one and he was in no hurry to crash their mood.<br>Up the steps and down the hallway the Ghillie Dhu took his time. He knew the exact rooms to find Midnight and Lyra but often he feigned perplexity. He wondered idly why "these two?" Midnight had a stubborn streak, as any young buck would. But Lyra was obedient and well-behaved. Perhaps that was Byrn's reason why...<br>Taskill's thoughts were interrupted by his collision with a strong body. In his oblivion he had walked right into a speeding Midnight. He was lucky the alicorn was not in his true form! The powerful winged horse would have left Taskill in great pain. Now, instead he was simply slammed against the stallion's human form. <br>Quickly he cooed and teased, recognizing that Midnight had been naughty. The male smelled of sex, and sex not with a mortal. Taskill scanted long nails down Midnight's arm and purred, "Just the stallion I was looking for...someone smells disobedient..."<br>The few times that Byrn had forced this alpha male to take Taskill had secretly been pleasurable. Taskill adored dominate lovers and that stallion cock stuffed inside of him was very welcomed. Midnight probably found him twitchy and strange, as most people did, mortal or magic.<br>His devious smile melted and he met Midnight's stark blue eyes with his own dark ones, "To the master's bedroom..." he sighed, "he summons us..."<br>With one more touch he unwrapped himself from Midnight and returned to his path down the hall, eyes low. He turned back only once to add, "I would make haste."<br>He had reached Lyra's door and he ran his nails up and down like a cat to get her attention. She was a shifter, with an animal-spirit. She would recognize the scratching on the door.<br>"Lyra..." his deep voice traveled through the door, "Lyra, the master calls for us to his bedroom..."<br>He rested his head on the door, adding softly, "I am sorry."<br>None of it was his fault, of course. But he always felt inclined to apologize for Byrn. Byrn would never apologize for himself after all. He tried to reflect, to remember if Byrn had always been this cruel and pulled up a blank.<br>"We should make haste," he repeated his warning to Lyra.<br>Better early than late. He was protective of the shifters. They were animal-spirits and younger than himself. His love of beasts and innocence made him wish to shield them where he could. If they were late to Byrn's summoning they would be made to suffer even more. Perhaps they would be lucky. Usually where Taskill was concerned Byrn enjoyed "sharing" him with guests and other creatures...
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>23-09-2011, 23:13:54</strong>
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				<em>Lyra</em><br><br>She recognized the scratching at her door. Knew the sound of those claws in particular and knew it would be Taskill before he spoke through the door. It wasn't locked, it wasn't charmed, he could have opened it if he chose but she appreciated that he respected what little privacy any of them had. Rising to her feet she twitched her robe so that it flowed around her body. If the Master was calling for her it was likely she'd end up shifting and not really need the robe at all but one could never be sure. Sometimes Bryn chose to give her to patrons, or shared her with other slaves. <br><br>One could never be sure of his whims.<br><br><em>"We should make haste,"</em><br><br>"I'm coming Taskill," she said as she opened her door. Seeing him there she let a wan smile touch her lips and kissed his cheek gently. In this place Taskill was the closest thing she had to a friend. "Come, on then. Best not to keep him waiting."<br><br>Hurrying down the halls she made her way unerringly to the bedroom and simply found a corner to wait in. Bryn would reveal himself when he was good and ready and not a moment before. It could be seconds or hours, there was no telling until he showed up and told them what he wanted of them tonight.
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>24-09-2011, 01:24:18</strong>
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				Ow. <br><br>No, really, OW.<br><br>Midnight grunted as he crashed with Taskill on his way to the room, wasting no time in disengaging and scrambling back to his feet. That certainly wouldn't have happened in his true form!&nbsp; By then he had put on his vest, but it still had all the buttons to go, and he caught the Ghillie Dhu by the arm as he spoke. It wasn't too often that they were this close, and by now the alicorn-man had come to trick his own mind to think of Taskill more like a female than a colt -- skittish and ready. When he flirted with him that way, though, it only made things harder. Ebony skin doesn't have a way to redden, but it can burn all the same, and his cheeks did in ways his normal flesh would never have.<br><br>He did indeed smell of sex, and he knew it. A shower would take care of that in a minute, though, so he started to skirt Taskill's side to head to his room instead, holding the other's eyes with his own. <em>Summoned.</em> he thought, and a shudder went through his spine as he nodded once. A hand held forward, open in a request for time, and Midnight ignored the rest to dash into his room and the shower, caring not at all for its freezing temperature. Better that way, in any case, less of a chance to get hard again.<br><br>It wasn't long, granted, just enough to wash her off of himself and dry before getting his clothes; he had grown used to them finally -- besides, it was much harder for them to get hold of him if he had to go through a few layers while he fought them. Today, however, fighting was not likely to be on the menu. Thinking about Byrn always made his skin crawl with mixed feelings. Hatred, hunger, and denial; a hell of a lot of denial. The faint song continued through the walls. Midnight couldn't tell exactly how it made him feel, but it did make him feel /something./ Something that didn't really have a place in this castle. <br><br>He was going to be late, or close, so he ran. It was a pitiful ran, but the best he could handle in this shape. Up the stairs, and into the master's bedroom at long last. <br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>25-09-2011, 04:02:13</strong>
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				Taskill was second to go to the bedchamber. He followed in Lyra's wake, casting glances here and there protectively. He almost stayed behind to wait for Midnight but knew the alicorn would join them. He had a stubborn streak but he was not stupid.<br>In the bedchamber he looked about, recalling the breaking process so many years ago. It had been brutal. Unnecessarily so. Taskill had a free spirit but he was not violent in nature. Byrn had never needed to beat him down with such force. The sprite was not inclined to fighting. In fact, he was flighty and more likely to hide from a conflict. Yet the wizard had made sure that the forest sprite was thoroughly broken in. As far as Taskill knew the others had the same treatment. The more rare and beautiful the more brutal the process would be. As the only known Ghillie Dhu perhaps this had deepened his suffering.<br>He watched Lyra from his perch on the bed. He had taken a seat and tucked his legs beneath him in his anxiety. He had been made to lay with both Lyra and Midnight in the past, for his master's pleasure. In both cases he wished they would come to him on their own will. He liked their company and their touch.<br>When all three of them were present and silent in the frightful moments before Byrn's arrival Taskill spoke up. "He is in a rotten mood," he reported to them, "We ought to do what he says without delay. Tonight will be painful..."<br>This he knew. Sometimes he knew such things before they happened. Especially when it came to mortals' and their hearts, he could predict them like the tide. Perhaps from centuries of observing them and loving them he knew. "I think something has happened," he thought aloud, beginning to pace. A shutter ran up his spine and he visibly shook. He grew more spastic when he was pensive. "Something upset him. Regardless, we ought to not ask and make it worse. No matter what. I will try to absorb the worst of it if he lets me."<br>Bryn did seem to favor Taskill for the more degrading games. Perhaps because of the inherent passivity in the strange creature. Or that his spirit seemed so old and the pride in breaking something ancient...He would try to keep the wizard's worst wrath directed toward him. "You two should say nothing," he warned. "Absolutely nothing! Naught! Last time I queried him..." he let it end there. It was an unpleasant memory.<br>He surveyed both of the animal-spirits and then looked away, returning to the bed. If they were wise they would heed his advise. He was older than them and had known Bryn for far longer...<br>Now they would wait...
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 06:44:53</strong>
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				Bryn sat at the desk in his study, sitting slumped in his large chair, the side of his face supported by the palm of his left hand. His study was a forbidding room, filled to its high ceiling with books and papers, in no apparent order. The shelves held forbiddingly large and strangely bound tomes, and much of the floor-space was taken up by stacks of books, upon which sat a variety of devices, both mystical, and natural. One edge of his desk was covered in a veritable pillar of wax, melted from the apparently undying candle that always, somehow, lit the whole room. Wax dripped from it, but it never seemed to shrink.<br><br>Bryn stood, his chair sliding out of his way without his touch. He stood, looking down at his paper strewn desk for a long moment. He knew his creatures were in his chambers below, had been for a while.<br><br>"Ahhhh!" he yelled, angry and vicious, his right arm slamming down on the desk, and sweeping everything off of its surface to the left. The papers spread across the floor, joining others, some crumpled, some not. Despite the fact that it got cleaning, the servants did not touch his papers, discarded or otherwise. It would be unhealthy, and unwise after all, Bryn would retrieve what he wanted, from wherever it was, no matter how long, apparently, forgotten.<br><br>He moved down to the staircase at the outside of the tower. It was a short spiral, ending in the door into his bedroom. He burst through it, the door opening suddenly, as the long train of cloth making up his black robes flowed through it with him. Papers from the floor above, still barely settled onto the floor were pulled through, littering the floor around the door. Bryn waved his hand at the door, which closed behind him. He didn't need to gesture so, but did so, at times, usually when he was in one of his moods, this one being the prime example.<br><br>"Taskill, and Midnight," he said, walking toward the bed, "I would have thought you'd be over your foolishness by now, dear Taskill, you know there is a price. As there is for you, Midnight. Thief. Pleasuring yourself with what is mine, I would make you a gelding, if I thought for even a moment that you would not repay me. Though perhaps I'll give you a choice in the means of doing so."<br><br>He turned to Lyra. The castle's enchantments held more than barriers, so disobedience was easy to keep track of. The Castle spoke to him, and Bryn knew that Lyra had not done as the other two. Bryn cared little, the creatures were disobedient by nature, she would eventually break the rules, all save for the meekest always did.<br><br>"...and Lyra!" he said, "beyond reproach, as usual. You should appreciate my pleasures," he said, "a good citizen always delights in the execution of a criminal, because they recognize the higher justice of his society."<br><br>Bryn reached the bed, and pulled open his robes, letting them fall to the floor. As they did they seemed to fade from sight, as though more and more light passed through them, until they were invisible, though in true, they were simply no there anymore.<br><br>Bryn's body was something of a mystery. A thick iron ring rounded his collarbone, on the left side of his chest, while a smaller one hung from his right ear. The ring on his hand, which never left it, was a thick plain gold band with a perfectly clear featureless crystal in the center of the band, or perhaps cut glass, but certainly no kind of precious stone. He had tattoos, in various places. One on his wrist, one on his shoulder, his left hip, his left shoulder-blade. It was strange, as they seemed to be lettering of some kind, perhaps a variety of runes, but they admitted of no translation. His perfectly muscled body betrayed his nature, as he never seemed to run, or even move quickly to get anywhere, or make an effort to keep himself in shape. His manhood matched his body perfectly, and at 6'6'' it was quite large, though apparently, unexcited, for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>27-09-2011, 10:49:30</strong>
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				<br>There was the shifter, hunching by the corner, and her own attempt at hiding brought Midnight's eyes to her first. That was not something he needed to worry about, so he turned his gaze toward the door and Taskill once he ascertained that Bryn wasn't there quite yet. At least it was the three of them there, so there was less of a chance of any one of them having to shoulder their master's wrath on their own, right? The anger that drifted into the room was hard to ignore, however.<br><br>Rather than cowering, he followed the sprite's example and made his way to the bed, stopping by its foot to exorcise the ghosts that prevented him from moving forward. He forced himself to forget again; to ignore the memories of those first days, weeks, months where he was brought here over and over again to do the Master's will, of finding himself giving in to Bryn, enjoying the treatment and the pain inflicted onto himself and others, of how soiled that made him feel. <br><br>It was just this body of course, this weak two-legged thing that he hated so much and yet was growing attached to.<br><br>He made himself crawl onto the bed with the Ghillie Dhu, brushing his shoulder with his arm in a gesture of solidarity even though his words were sobering. Rather than kneeling, he curled onto his side and stretched against the other, lending his frame for support. He snorted against the other male's thigh at the mention of pain. It was always painful, one way or another. No, Taskil was right in one thing, however; Midnight would say nothing, ask nothing, give nothing but what was demanded of him. This was the way it was.<br><br>Then the door exploded out, and all he could to was fight to stay in place as the Master walked their way. <br><br><em>He's just going to watch.</em><br><br>The threat was both terrifying and satisfying at the same time. He knew Midnight would find a way to repay him for /that,/ and however that fed his pride, the rest of it made him hunch back an inch or two. Bryn had made him do it so many times, anyway, what was a little more practice? But this was not the time for talking back, he sensed that well enough, and so kept to his stubborn silence. <br><br>It was only when Bryn's robes began to slide down his shoulders that all the muscles on his new body started to tighten one by one, in fear and anticipation. The shift of his frame brought him a fraction of an inch closer to Taskill, eyes focusing somewhere about two inches before the foot of the bed rather than on what there was to see above. If he had a horn, it would be pointed to the center of the Master's chest, but then, that was exactly how all this had started.<br><br><em>Damn it.</em><br><br>He opened his mouth and then closed it without a sound, and his hand itched to take the sprite's own -- he wouldn't, though, it just would give Bryn more fuel to his fire. Instead, the alicorn-man stretched his body against the natural instinct of curling onto himself and pressed his back to the bed, rolling in that diffident manner in which once he might have done against grass - and which seemed to peeve his most dominant partness the most, because it indicated he didn't give a shit about what they had prepared for him.<br><br>At least it wouldn't all fall on Taskill. He couldn't allow that.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 03:54:37</strong>
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				Lyra<br><br>Lyra shuddered as Bryn swept into his chambers. She could almost feel the rage coming off him and was incredibly grateful she wasn't the cause of it. She never wanted to be the true focus of his fury. It was bad enough he'd stolen her freedom and used her as he saw fit. She never wanted that baleful stare turned on her with the full force of his sadistic need for absolute control turned her way. He was bad enough when you hadn't pissed him off and she'd heard enough screaming to know he was far worse when you had angered him.<br><br>She listened to him chastise Midnight and Taskill&nbsp; and when he turned her way she tried to press back into the corner. She wanted nothing more than to fly away but that wasn't an option, he had her trapped and he knew it! She said nothing as he noted that she'd done nothing wrong, merely dropping her gaze from his and watching the floor in front of him. He hadn't actually said anything that required a response so she simply nodded her acknowledgement of his words and remained silent.<br><br>Watching him turn back to the bed she wondered why she was still there. He'd given her no orders and simply left her where she was. Did he merely want her to watch? Did he want her to change and sing for him while he hurt the men? Would he put her between them somehow or take his rage out on them and then use her as well? One could never be certain with Bryn and it was wisest not to ask.<br><br>Casting a sympathetic look to Midnight and Taskill she forced herself to watch. Nothing had happened yet but if they were going to have to endure what was done, she would endure the sight of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 04:35:53</strong>
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				Taskill was grateful for the small physical warmth that Midnight gave him. Especially as Bryn reprimanded them with such acid in his voice. If they were not in Bryn's chamber being punished he would have tackled Midnight playfully. He would have smiled at the way Midnight rolled on his side apathetically if they were not in such trouble.<br>For now he ran his eyes up his Master's strange nude frame. Not even Taskill could put the puzzle together. Riddles and mysteries were a strength of his but the enigma of Bryn still eluded him. If only he could get a peak into the man's private study...<br>"Yes, Master..." he responded, hanging his head.<br>He watched the sleeping cock on Bryn's body and found that quaint. He could recall Bryn always being hard before a rape. Why was this time different?<br>He scooted forward on the bed, very cautiously reaching out toward the manhood. He was skilled at not hurting people with his long nails. He settled his hand around the large cock and stroked it gently. In an attempt to appease the wizard Taskill began to serve him , looking up as he awaited orders.<br>It could not hurt anything.<br>By now he knew what moves would make things worse and which would at least do nothing. At worst the man would not care about Taskill's attentions. He was doing as he was trained, submitting and pleasuring. With his free hand he pried at his own leafy loincloth, stripping himself. His body was sleekly muscled and usually he was at least half-hard. He was an insatiable lover, something that Bryn had learned to exploit. Taskill had standards, but Bryn was able to make it seem otherwise. The training in the castle turned a love-crazed sprite into a slut. He continued to attempt to please his Master while he thought of the others in the room. Two of his favorite peers, both of animal spirit. How wrong it seemed that Bryn would pervert them to this. Lyra, who he seemed to be tormenting mentally and Midnight who he sought to break. Taskill only prayed it would be quick, his fingers coiled firmly around the man's cock as he aimed to stroke it larger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 07:39:42</strong>
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				It was perhaps a sign of his mood that Bryn was not aroused, yet. Even as Taskill stroked him, Bryn showed little response, either in acknowledging him, or becoming erect. Of course, impotence had never been a problem for Bryn, but it was clear that unlike normal men, his body was not beyond his direct control.<br><br>He reached out to grasp Taskill's shoulder, his hand holding him firm, exerting more power over the sprite than could be accounted for with strength alone, the magical connection between them lending power to Bryn, and taking it from Taskill. The creatures were bound within the castle, but also to Bryn himself, their capture, from far and wide was evidence enough of that.<br><br>"What? No fire from the noble beast?" he asked, turning to Midnight, "come and stroke me yourself, if you've nothing to say."<br><br>He pushed Taskill's hands away, turning to face Midnight more directly, his gaze intense and powerful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>28-09-2011, 22:36:47</strong>
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				<br><br>Watching the sprite move toward Bryn, Midnight allowed himself another huff of breath. It came loudly through his nose, as close to a snort as he could allow himself without being too obvious. He turned his face to watch those clawed hands at work, and couldn't help but to bend his own legs slightly in a protective gesture. <br><br>Not that Taskill was using them to harm, but he could. He wished to see them sink into flesh then, to tear through muscle and tendon and vein all as one until there was nothing left for him to touch. He visualized every inch of the cut, every gouge and furrow clawed in soft flesh, and then it was his own stirring that made himself stop. <br><br>It had nothing to do with Taskill's undressing of course. Or so he told himself, anyway.<br><br>Nothing to say? Oh, he had so fucking /much/ to say. Midnight, however, knew all of it was better expressed through hoof and horn rather than stupid words, and so refused to bite into his captor's bait.<br><br>It wasn't his fault that Bryn didn't attach the same meaning to body language than he did. <br><br>When the powerful male pushed the sprite away there was a hint of tension from the alicorn: arms corded some, the muscles on his shoulders bulged, his expression remained just as closed as before. It was a choice, and as disgusting as it was, it was not one he hadn't been given before. <br><br>Of course, before there hadn't been other people to watch him debase himself, and it ranked enough to set the beast's hackles up. <br><br>Midnight stretched in place, taking as long as he veritably could before rolling himself across Taskill's own frame in his approach to the Master. Still fully clothed, he pressed himself to the sprite much like he might have the female he took from Bryn earlier, and reached across the void with one hand to stroke that measly dangle of skin.<br><br>It was a flutter of fingers, really, as much as he knew he could get away with before sliding down to cup the more substantial pair below, squeezing just short of too hard before sliding a fingertip behind. He wasn't told how to stroke anyway, right? <br><br>Rather than looking up he looked right past Bryn, and to the female beyond. <br><br><em>We can all pretend we are having fun.</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>29-09-2011, 19:20:53</strong>
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				Taskill moaned despite himself. He could feel Midnight's strong manhood pressed against him as the alicorn reached out to pleasure their Master.<br>He casts dark eyes to Lyra, to see if she was watching. He wished Bryn would let her go. Why should she have to watch this?<br>But Taskill was rutted against Midnight despite himself. His craving was out of control. A combination of his own rampant lust and his training made him rub back against Midnight as the alicorn obeyed Bryn. <br>Taskill was clever enough to realize that this was the beginning of something that would grow worse with the following moments. It was beginning slow and sensual but soon Bryn would turn that against them. Both males were hard now. <br>There was no telling how poor Lyra felt where she stood in the corner of the room. Whether she was terrified or aroused one could not see. Taskill was certainly hard now, what with Midnight pressed against his own naked body.<br>He sighed and closed his eyes, pressing back against the alicorn's strong body. Bryn had always seemed to like watching his captives copulate together so he had no fear that this would anger him. So far there was no pain but he knew this would change soon.<br>His eyes met with Lyra's again and he held her gaze for a moment before shutting his eyes again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 06:12:41</strong>
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				Lyra<br><br>She found herself wanting to reach out and smack both Midnight and Taskill each time their eyes went around Bryn to find hers. There was nothing she could do to help them. So much as the wrong twitch and she would fall under Bryn's ire herself. Unlike them she worked diligently to avoid that fate. She couldn't understand why they fought against him so hard, why they felt the need to push and do wrong when they thought he wasn't looking. Taskill especially, had been there longer than anyone and should know...<em>Bryn was <strong>always</strong> looking</em>!<br><br>In the back of her mind though, she admitted to herself, that part of being able to watch them like this, was the knowledge that a part of her enjoyed the show. Watching Midnight and Taskill trying to please Bryn was quite the sight. None of them were hard on the eyes and all of them were well enough endowed to be enticing to a girl who enjoyed that sort of thing. Under different circumstances she'd have probably been a bit jealous to have been left in the corner, but knowing Bryn was anything but happy tonight, she was content to be left out of something that could only end in pain. <br><br>Biting her lower lip gently she found herself wanting to change shape, wanting to become something small and unnoticeable. Something that might not be able to escape the castle but that would be small enough to fit through the cracks in the walls and at least escape this room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 17:38:14</strong>
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				Bryn's observant gaze missed nothing, even when it barely seemed that he was watching. He brought his hand up and then hit Taskill, hard. The blow, just with the back of his hand made a loud crack in the room, and sent Taskill off the side of the bed onto the floor with its force. Bryn's other hand grasped Midnight's neck, pushing him back, and down onto the bed, the force of his finger exerting impossible pressure on the Alicorn's whole body.<br><br>He looked down into Midnight's eyes, and smiled. He was hard now, and he brought his face down close to Midnight's and kissed him full on the lips. He sat back up, a hand trailing down Midnight's chest, keeping him pinned, apparently without much effort on Bryn's part.<br><br>"That attitude of yours doesn't require words, does it?" he said, "I see your wandering eyes. Is it Lyra you want to play with next? Hmm?"<br><br>He let Midnight go, moving halfway across the room faster than any human ought to have been able to, towards Lyra. As he approached, he reached out for her, his hands sliding over her body, one along her leg, the other moving to squeeze her breasts, his face coming close to hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>01-10-2011, 19:49:56</strong>
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				Taskill's rubbing against him might not anger Bryn, but it angered Midnight easily enough; the alicorn was livid as he felt the sprite's response. It didn't help at all that his body reacted to it so predictably and found himself rutting right back. If anything, Midnight wasn't used to this kind of duality; things were always simple when he was himself, black or white, day or night, he could always be certain of what he wanted and how it was a good thing that he did.<br><br>That was before.<br><br>He didn't want to want any male the way he wanted these, for one. The thought jarred him.<br><br><em>I want Taskill</em><br><br>The very surprise of it released some of the control he had over himself, and a blast of red-hot-hungry /want/ surged from him in a wave strong enough to be felt by those without the proper barriers, then gone as soon as Midnight realized what he was doing. And that was exactly when the sprite was taken from him by the strength of the wizard's blow. His eyes went immediately away from Lyra and to the flying Ghille Dhu, widened even before the hand at his throat and the push of the mattres on his back took his breath away.<br><br>The cruel kiss did little to reassure him or return the air to his lungs, but quite enough to make the anger from earlier resurface all the way into Midnight's eye. Unicorns are creatures of love made magic; what are the odds of them turning into pure hate? Hate was the expression on his face when held down so easily, fueled by lust and impotence if nothing else -- let him have his hooves back and he would... he would what, really? Hands closed into fists at the trailing of Bryn's hand down his chest and abdomen, vest falling open as it was wont to do, and he could feel his erection aching to be touched and straining against his pants.<br><br><em>No.</em><br><br>He knew Bryn's question for a kind of triumph of his own -- until, that is, the pressure was off and his body bounced free upon the bed. The immediate rolling onto his stomach was reflexive, and so was the lift onto hands and knees that he stopped short when the action hit his mind. There was nothing he could do, and it ranked the most. He looked down for the fallen Taskill instead, forcing himself to blatantly ignore the show while offering the other male a hand to get back up.<br><br>And maybe ease the pain some. His healing wasn't like before, but he could still make things better if the Ghille Dhu welcomed it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 00:54:49</strong>
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				Lyra shuddered when Bryn noticed the wandering eyes of the men. Watching him backhand Taskill she hoped the sprite would be all right and felt her teeth sink into her lower lip slightly when her captor's eyes turned to her. She'd done nothing, said nothing, but he was swooping toward her and felt the bottom dropping out of her stomach. Watching him come near she remained where she was, a look of anticipation and trepidation both, flowing through her eyes. <br><br>Coming toward her she could see that hurting the men had gotten him hard and felt her mouth go dry. He wasn't a bad looking man at all and there was a small part of her that even found him attractive...it just tended to get buried under the fact that she was terrified of anyone who could keep her trapped as he did. Seeing him reach for her she stepped away from the wall, not using it to shield any part of herself from him and, unlike the men, she never let her eyes leave him.<br><br>She had to fight to keep from trembling when he actually touched her, half fear, half arousal in spite of the fear, but as one hand moved to her leg she lifted it for him, letting it caress along the length of his own, the action making her robe part around it so flesh caressed flesh and she was precariously perched for him. If he had been a lover and not a Captor she'd have wrapped the leg around his hip, but she did nothing that would imply she could hold him to her. <br><br>Unlike the others her eventual goal was for him to trust her. Trust her enough to slip up and so she didn't fight him but gave over to him.<br><br>When his face loomed over hers she didn't kiss him but tipped her head, nuzzling her cheek to his like a submissive wolf seeking approval from it's Alpha. She acknowledged in a very primal way his dominance over her...even if she didn't like it. Shifting slightly, for better balance, she let one hand slide down his chest, her touch a light caress, teasing his flesh as her fingertips slid lower until they wrapped, gently, around the hard press of his cock. Her hands were soft, her touch smooth but sure as she stroked him with that delicate touch.<br><br>Lifting her eyes she met his, though her own remained half lowered and her voice came in a soft, almost meek, murmur, "What would please my Master this night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 01:53:58</strong>
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				Taskill allowed Midnight's strong grip to aid him back onto the bed. The side of his face hurt but he would recover quickly. It was not the first time he had been beaten.<br>Once there, he nuzzled the bigger male's arm in quiet apology for his earlier behavior. He was absolutely changed by the castle. Where once he would have been shy and even skittish underneath someone who seemed insecure about sex with him, he now responded mindlessly. More of Bryn's handiwork. Taskill now responded to any touch with arousal. Part of him was sickened by it.<br>Even though he was fond of Midnight. That made it even harder not to become aroused.<br>His heart sank as the wizard progressed toward Lyra in her corner. A flash of anger ran through him.<br>Such a rare occurrence for him, this rage flowed through him and made his breathing heavy.<br>Not only had Bryn tormented Midnight, but now he was molesting Lyra. Two of Taskill's friends. <br><em>Bastard! It is never enough for you!</em><br>He began to brood and turned his gaze elsewhere. He could count the number of times he had ever felt such hate. He was not a spiteful creature, more of a runner than a fighter. But right now he might actually bite Bryn if he got close enough.<br>He even went to sit in front of Midnight protectively and turned his gaze elsewhere so that he would not have to watch what Bryn was doing to Lyra. He felt his poison rushing to his nails. He would not use them, of course. But his body was responding to the fight mode he now desired.<br>But he would not risk being disobedient. There were two of his friends here tonight. He was not the only one in danger of abuse...
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 22:54:30</strong>
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				"How about a song," said Bryn, almost sensuously, into Lyra's ear. He stepped back, suddenly, his hand flat against the center of Lyra's chest, his fingers outstretched, almost pulling. He began to force her to change, his power evident in a slight purplish-blue glow that permeated his eyes as his power made her shift. It was not particularly subtle, this power he exerted, forcing her down, smaller into a bird, a song-bird.<br><br>He let got, knowing she'd have to pick the form she would take herself, but also knowing that his order had been given.<br><br>"Sing, dear Lyra," he said, as he turned back toward the two males.<br><br>"And you..." he said, looking to Midnight, and reaching out a hand. Still halfway across the room, he extended a hand, a mystical force what one could only assume was the Wizard's power, reached out to bridge the distance, pulling midnight from the bed by his left ankle, and onto the floor, toward Bryn.<br><br>"We'll have a song, you and I," he said, "only fitting that there is a performance. Get up, Midnight, and occupy your mouth with my cock. You certainly don't seem to be using it for anything else."
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-10-2011, 23:27:11</strong>
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				A low cry filled the room when his hand pressed into his chest. She'd have changed with just the order, he knew it, the men knew it, there was no need for this display of power and she would have fallen to the if his magic hadn't held her in place before him. It hurt! Being forced to change, instead of it being by her own will, always hurt. It was an agony to have her very nature twisted and ripped from her and, as her form began to grow smaller, a single tear slid from her right eye.<br><br>She didn't choose a shape until he removed his hand and the pain eased. She could have snapped back into her human form but didn't want any more pain if she could avoid it. Shrinking down further flesh vanished, replaced by feathers, arms becoming wings, her face vanishing, replaced by the dark eyes of a mockingbird. Around her, her robes fluttered to the floor and as she finished changing she hopped from them before launching herself up to a windowsill and perching there out of the way.<br><br>The way Bryn used his magic to draw Midnight to him proved that it wouldn't matter how far she was, he could pull her to him if he wanted. She simply wanted to be out of the way as he put the men through their paces. She didn't want them to accidentally step on her. Turning her head she forced herself to watch him drag Midnight to him, heard him give the man his orders before she opened her her throat and began to sing. From her throat came the sweet, tones of a nightingale. It's ability to mimic the sounds of most other birds was why she most often chose the form of a mockingbird when ordered to sing, it gave her a better range and kept Bryn from being unhappy when he wanted her to change tunes quickly.<br><br>She let her song fill the room, and forced herself to watch what was happening below her. If she could have, tears would have filled her eyes but it was something she considered it an advantage that they couldn't. The last thing she needed was to show weakness by crying while Bryn tormented them. He enjoyed their suffering enough without getting tears from her too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>03-10-2011, 03:58:32</strong>
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				<em>There.</em><br><br>Taskill's nuzzling got Midnight's attention at least. Apologetic or not, he cared little for watching his Master having his way with the female -- that's what females were for, right? That was the alicorn's attitude towards them anyway, words or not, and had always been thus far. Instead, he shifted his frame to study the sprite in front of him. Whatever he did, he wouldn't pass for a female and he knew that well enough by now; the male's erection was enough of a tell, and he was always hard anyway. <br><br>So was Midnight.<br><br>Always ready to service his females before, he had never thought about it twice; the fact that it also happened around Taskill these days was only because of the times he had been made to ... and he was on the air even before he could nuzzle the neck in front of him back, caught by the leg and up, head hitting the sprite on his shoulder and back before he could even /try/ to straighten himself. The lack of control was terrifying, but the alicorn had little time to even think about it before he hit the floor in front of Bryn.<br><br>It was a rather loud sound when his arms tried to stop the fall and failed to hold his weight like a good pair of forelegs would -- they bent under him instead, twisting and sliding until his legs followed and splattered on the ground every which way. The upward look he shot his captor was pure hatred, but then that was nothing like thirty seconds later, when he heard the wizard's command. <br><br>He had only learned about these perversions after being imprisioned in the castle, and it had only taken a few tries with the females before he had figured out why Bryn loved it so much. Some of them were pretty good at it and seemed to love doing it; he, on the other hand, was not interested in milking anyone's prick like a mare's tit -- or in any way, fuck you very much.<br><br>Unfortunately, lack of interest made no difference to Bryn as history had proven well enough. Even more unfortunately, Midnight had reached a wall of his own when his lifted eyes caught the end of Lyra's transformation. <br><br><em>He is never going to give me my body back for anything other than his entertainment.</em><br><br>The alicorn's face contorted with pure distaste, and he looked from Lyra to Bryn's own eyes as his own turned suddenly cold as ice. Midnight's fingers splayed on the floor underneath, pushing his torso up while he gathered his legs behind and under himself to stretch into a semi-seated position before his head lashed back and sent the dark mane of hair flying behind for a split second. The sensation was almost right. Almost. Soon he would forget who he had been and become another slave to this man. <br><br>"Fuck your cock."<br><br>Not terribly original, that, but the amount of teeth those three words revealed was a challenge of its own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>08-10-2011, 02:11:00</strong>
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				Taskill was going to dare to speak to Midnight while Bryn was busy watching poor Lyra transform. But before he could whisper anything to the alicorn the wizard's power yanked him away.<br>Taskill hugged himself where he watched as Midnight crashed to the floor. He grind his teeth and waited for what would happen, fearing for the stubborn male. Bryn never rewarded that kind of attitude.<br>Just as he thought the worst was over and Midnight's task given to him, the alicorn broke his apparent vow of silence and cursed Bryn to his face.<br>Taskill let out a pained gasp to hear it.<br><em>What are you thinking Midnight! No!</em><br>It was all he could do to keep from speaking up on the angry alicorn's behalf.<br><em>Master, it is his age. He does not mean it. He is young and masculine. That's just alicorn nature. He doesn't mean it!</em><br>But all words died in his heart before he could muster the courage (or stupidity) to speak up. The sprite closed his eyes and hugged himself so tight his own nails dug into his skin. A nervous habit he had only at the worst of times. He could never actually feel the pain of his own nails at times like this.<br><em>Please don't let him hurt them...Spare us...</em><br>Pleasuring the Master was one thing and suffering humiliation was bearable too. Those things they would survive even if it broke their spirits from time to time. But outright torture...that was what he feared. He checked to see that Lyra was still on her perch and safe before he ventured to the other side of the bed and tried to remain calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 01:12:36</strong>
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				Bryn stood silent for a moment, his lips twisting into a smile at Midnight's words. His hand opened to the side, and from a rack near the fireplace, a cane spun through the air to his hand. It was clearly made of bone, though its origin was questionable. Bryn held it by a large blood-red gem that topped it, and pointed the&nbsp; tapered end toward Midnight.<br><br>"By my will alone, you live," said Bryn, "you have already lost, Alicorn. If you think you have nothing left to lose, you will discover you are very wrong."<br><br>The cane crackled with energy for a moment, Bryn's hand seemingly pouring bolts of lightning into it. The tip and sides of the cane sent out an arc that touched the floor every few seconds, and scorched it.<br><br>Bryn took a step forward, that sent him much father than it should have, until Bryn, in one step had gone from standing in front of Midnight, to beside his shoulder. Bryn's cane came down across the Alicorn's back, the strike barely containing enough force to sting. The shock that the hit produced was much, much worse. Electricity, pure power surged into Midnight, with a deafening crack, as though the swipe had come at the speed of sound.<br><br>"You will not escape me," he said, somewhat out of context, "and you will serve me."<br><br>He cast the rod aside, whatever power it had disappearing the moment it left his hand to roll across the floor. He pushed Midnight over onto his back with his foot, and then pushed his legs apart, his hand going down to wrap Midnight's long hair around his hand, as he knelt down between his legs.<br><br>"Say it again!" commanded Bryn, yelling loud enough to drown out Lyra's song for a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>09-10-2011, 02:51:33</strong>
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				<br>He knew the futility of those words as soon as they came out, of course. As almost every time since he had thrust his horn through the wizard's chest, the alicorn must have realized it too late -- or maybe he had known all along, somewhere deep within himself. There was something in Midnight's expression that went beyond hatred or defiance at that point in time, a shade of stubborness that rode him harder than anyone ever could. <br><br>When he saw the cane, his nostrils flared and air hissed through them in a quiet shrill sound, yet he didn't back away as a sane beast might have. Midnight stood his place instead, staring up to the male reared in front of him. He could handle the pain and knew it, with every fiber of his being up until now. He readied himself for it, steading his back and bracing his arms in a lock in front of himself. <br><br><em>Let's put an end to this.</em><br><br>What he wasn't expecting, however, was the power of a lightning strike to course through him, nor anything he could do in this form to harness or avoid it. The shaking that accompanied it was telling enough, a convulsive motion that made every muscle in his human-like body contracting violently under the skin the very second before they relaxed again and sent him square to the floor, face first. The pain was almost as intense as the relief that coursed through him when it stopped, leaving the dark shape sprawled on the ground and unable to bring together any cohesive thought.<br><br>It was so very easy to turn him over right then, a boneless doll made out of alicorn flesh, dressed still in Bryn's best finery while trying to figure out while the ground disappeared from under him and the ceiling was crushing his back. A back without wings, that couldn't fight the pressure. Not escape. Serve. The words echoed in his ears over and over again as the wizard spread his legs and settled between them, in a haze that slowly disappeared as the beast in man form recovered some control of his limbs. <br><br><em>Say it again. <br><br>Say what?</em><br><br>The hand on his hair was the last trigger, turning the room around and sliding each piece of the puzzle into place. The alicorn balked at the very thought of it, his own words coming back to haunt him as he arched his neck back to ease some of the pressure to come when he reached up to shove the male away from him. Or try to, anyway. The clothing he wore was suddenly too thin, the position one he would never have allowed were he in the position to allow anything, the wizard's frame too close, the song too beautiful, the threat a promise. <br><br><em>Why the fuck am I so hard?</em><br><br>There was no time to answer that question, and Midnight had no intention of trying whatsoever: that was certainly not happening. He pushed the thought away instead, as he did those of Taskill and Lyra watching nearby, and focused on his captor's eye as his lips moved to form another word.<br><br><em>Kill me already.</em><br><br>"No."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 13:29:20</strong>
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				Lyra continued to sing when what she wanted to do was fly down and peck Midnight's eyes out with her beak! He had to choose <em>tonight</em> for his little show of defiance! She didn't care if he wanted to get into trouble on his own time but Bryn was already in a foul mood and she had no desire to be beaten to a red ruin simply because the alicorn had a mouth on him!<br><br>Looking down she tried to catch Taskill's eyes, knowing the sprite would, most likely, be able to read her expression even as a bird. He often could, she suspected it had to do with the type of sprite he was. Silently she tried to tell him with her eyes, <em>Shut HIM up NOW!</em>, without ever missing a beat of her song.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 23:32:07</strong>
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				Bryn laughed at Midnight's disobedience, this time refusing to say what he'd so eagerly volunteered just a moment earlier. Bryn saw that kind of disobedience as weakness. He believed that his captive wouldn't care what he did, as long as he believed it wasn't what he wanted. Bryn fix that, in time. After all, it would soon become obvious to Midnight, Bryn thought, that disobedience was a waste of time, and effort, then he'd start to obey, looking for a way out. Even that would last only so long, before he finally accepted what he was. Bryn had seen it happen too many times to think it would happen any differently.<br><br>Bryn's hand let go of Midnight's hair, easily smacking away Midnight's attempts to push him away. In a moment, the clothes Midnight wore were coming unravelled, as though tearing themselves away from him, or perhaps, more precisely, away from Bryn. Rags hung every which way, some lying on the floor under him. Fine cloth coming free in ribbons as Bryn leant forward, his hands grasping Midnight's hips firmly.<br><br>He leant forward, pulling Midnight up slightly until his chest pressed against Midnight's back, and he could whisper in his ear.<br><br>"You can win this fight," whispered Bryn, "it won't stop me, but you can keep your resistance strong, and never give in. However, if you're going to do that, you're going to have to watch, while I fuck Taskill and punish him in your place. Then, I'll make sure Lyra can't sing for a week, and fuck her while I do it. Then, I'll tell them that you made the choice, and then I'll fuck you, after I tie you to my bed. Or, you can admit defeat, and, fuck my cock."<br><br>Bryn, straightened up, holding Midnight in place. A decision needed to be made, but Bryn hadn't said how long Midnight had to make up his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Finothing</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 02:21:40</strong>
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				Taskill had been crouching on the bed, unable to watch the scene unfold. But even covering his ears he could hear Bryn berating Midnight.<br>When Taskill heard the threat he turned from where he lay and watched, eyes wide. Bryn had not done such a thing in a very long time. Using captives against one another like this. Sewing seeds of hate and resentment among them. Breaking each one of them at a time.<br>It was too much.<br>Taskill had seen this treatment destroy spirits. <br>"Bryn!" he called out, begging. "Please! He is young! He doesn't mean anything by it..." his words caught in his throat. He had spoken out loud before he realized he did. Beyond foolish and more than a little crazy. <br>He covered his face again. It was little use, Bryn would torture them all anyway. He only hoped Midnight realized that it would not be his fault whether he sucked Byrn's cock or not. They would all suffer.<br>Taskill looked away again and fought his tears of shame. He had not meant to yell out, he had simply reached his breaking point when Bryn used guilt against his fellow captives.
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				Title: <strong>Re: MAGIC IN CHAINS: Too Far (intro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 06:40:48</strong>
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				((I was bored lol.))<br><br>"Oh yes he does."&nbsp; A sweet, seductive and ultimately sultry voice echoed from the shadows before the source of said voice appeared right behind Taskill.&nbsp; She was tall, taller than any one person in the room currently, and despite her sexually inspired appearance, the demonic red skinned succubus was very dangerous to anyone that didn't hold her dark powers in check.&nbsp; Her black as night wings opened wide and entrapped the fey creature before her, her tail slithering around the little one's neck before tightening into a noose just enough to stop him from speaking further.&nbsp; His nose would be flooded by her musky scent, filling his heart and mind with a few more...choice ideas that pleased the succubus a great deal more than his current attitude, unless he found the back bone to resist her power, which was unlikely.&nbsp; Letting her noose around his neck loosen just slightly so he could take deeper breaths of her sweet perfume,&nbsp; Lilith, the Queen of all carnal depravity back home in Hell, smiled wickedly, her black abyssal eyes full of an insatiable lust that kept her powers at their peak when she fed from the life of men and women alike through sexual congress of all kinds.&nbsp; "If my current master, Bryn, doesn't torture you, I shall, but don't worry little slave.&nbsp; At least with me you'll get some enjoyment out of it all."&nbsp; That was the understatement of the century considering she had rocked more than one mortal person's world with just her good looks and shapeshifting powers that she had honed to perfection, both inside AND out.&nbsp; Taskill wouldn't be too willing until she got him on his back most likely, but having the life sucked from him while having his brains fucked through his cock would make him see things a bit differently, at least for a time.<br><br>Lilith wouldn't kill anyone under Bryn's control, lest she earn his wrath for herself.&nbsp; She couldn't be raped, that wasn't a problem with her since Lilith enjoyed all kinds of sex in any mood just about, but wizards tended to be able to torture even mighty demons like her to the point they'd bend over and take it up the ass whenever their masters or mistresses wished it.&nbsp; She had yet to earn Bryn's ire however, working hard to gain a place of favor within his brothel, mostly as his personal pet since he had her bound hand and foot, more so than anyone else presently here since her demonic nature was both a great blessing and a curse in the same breath.&nbsp; Wizards when they were properly trained, could easily manipulate demons like her into doing ANYTHING they wanted with the proper wording upon initial summoning when laying out the terms of her current servitude.&nbsp; Still, she could twist his words around if he wasn't careful, making things more enjoyable for herself in the end, but for now she had found no real reason to test his patience with her covert insubordination tactics.&nbsp; It was only a matter of time however before she did get bored or he made her angry enough to test her own considerable patience.&nbsp; For the moment though, helping Bryn to put these creatures in their place while servicing anyone he so desired her to service was a dream come true for the likes of her.&nbsp; It combined every part of her personal preferences into one lump package she savored again and again on a regular basis.<br><br>Running a hand over Taskill's chest after forcing him to turn around with a subtle twist of her tail still around his neck, Lilith had her free hand pull her black raven colored hair that hung down to her perky ass between her bat like wings before putting both to the front of the pale skinned creature's chest, rubbing her breasts against his back at the same time.&nbsp; Breathing heatedly into his right ear, the succubus purred sensually before sucking on the lobe with a skill only someone like her could hope to possess.&nbsp; "It's so much easier to give into Bryn than to fight him slave.&nbsp; Enjoy what we do and allow you to do to us in turn, and life can be so much more fun for all."
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