[NSFW] The Broken Blade [Fantasy/Lesbian/Group/BDSM/Inflation/Weird)

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  1. DarkMagusXL New Member

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    A brief preface. This is based on a scenario that myself and Yako came up with, written up in story form. We've got three chapters of material to start with, but there will be more to come. Yako has illustrated all characters involved in her gallery, so please use it for...imagination's sake and references.

    http://punkae.com/gallery/authors/yako.40/photos

    Characters of Note (so far):
    Morrigan, the mysterious and sinister elven slave trainer with a vast, isolated castle in the mountains.
    Ariana, a devout and fanatical elven assassin known as a Blade serving her faith of Ellionism....in chains, after a failed assassination attempt of a rival high priest.

    The Broken Blade: Chapter 1: A Cold Reception


    The Day had dawned bright today. A stark contrast to the mood of the young girl below in the morning sun. Several followers of the dark faith clad in black robes approached the upper garden - leading a bound and gagged lean figure - covered by a semi-translucent dark veil which allowed a view of the pale skin, short cut dark hair, and burning green eyes. While she gave no sign of obvious struggle, her gaze moved across the garden - raking over every detail as if committing it to memory as the group waited for the lady of the castle.


    The young elf was lead through a dark mirror of the traditional High Elven garden, littered with statues and decorations of the darker and “viler” faiths of the old gods and demons. White gravel grated under her feet as she was led to approach the Trainer she was promised - a tall elven lady, sitting on a white marble bench, sipping dark red wine from a crystal goblet and regarding her with cool blue eyes and a slight smile. Instead of a drow she might have expected, this one had pale skin and a lush dark red mane. She was clad completely in white - though the cut was rather drow-ish, with a low-cut corset, tight skirt and high heeled boots.


    Her feet rested on the back of a kneeling male slave, barely clad in rags and with a thick leather collar around his neck. Beside her stood another slave - a tiny, thin and very young high-elf, pale blond hair closely cropped to her head. She wore a loose, see-through dress, combined with shackles and collar. Behind her was the tallest man she had ever seen - his skin was black and shiny, his muscles gleaming. He wore loose breeches and held a huge axe in his hand with ease. His eyes had no expression whatsoever and he, too, wore a slave collar.


    Morrigan , the red-haired elven lady, smiled as Ariana was lead forwards. Somehow, her friendly smile didn't quite fit with her grim surroundings as the leader of the dark envoy stepped closer with their captive - guiding the bound elf forwards, speaking in a raspy voice. "The terms of the deal and delivered payment remain the same. She is a Blade - a fanatical killer of the church with some grasp of magic, but I'm sure you have proper precautions in place." The green eyes of the prisoner moved to Morrigan's - sizing her up with a look of cool defiance and distaste. It was the look of someone calculating a escape - her gaze flickered over each newcomer in turn - assessing their combat capabilities, and dismissing all but this Morrigan and the one with the axe.


    The red-haired elf nodded approvingly and rose, putting her goblet into the hand of her female slave, who handed her a tiny, ornate chest of black ebony. "Very well. You have fulfilled your task and may take refreshments in my Salon. You're dismissed." She approached Ariana and smiled again, looking over her, assessing for a moment, calculating as she opens the chest, withdrawing a collar made of black leather with emblazoned red runes that glowed despite the sunlight around it.


    The light elf's gaze immediately latched on the collar, her eyes widening into a glare as the rest of the dark envoy stepped back – leaving her alone. Despite all of her training, the magical assassin felt a chill of fear – she was well versed in magic, but did not recognize the strange runes. Her muscles tensed as she tested her bonds, but hobbled by her restraints all she could do was take a small step back.

    Morrigan's only reaction was a confident smile that chilled her deeper to the bone.


    "Dear, take another step back and I'll have Har'Azzar here restrain you. You won't like it, I can promise you that." The red haired elf took a step closer and reached to close the collar around Ariana's neck, the ends molding together – forming a seamless bond without a lock. The captive's face twisted in pain for a split second from the accompanying short burning sensation on her neck before vanishing – the trainer made a mental note of this one's pain tolerance – she might prove some sport. "There, that's better." She took a step back, taking the gag with her. "No need for that - if you behave."

    Ariana took a long deep breath as the gag was removed - glancing back, appearing to consider stepping back for a heartbeat, then staring again at Morrigan - the emotion and hatred apparent on her face, her voice quiet but at the same time full of intensity. "Betrayer of the light, enslaver and corrupter of souls. That is why you dress as one of the dark ones - traitor. You shall be judged in the end for your wickedness."


    Morrigan rolled her eyes with a look of pure disgust. "Yeah, yeah, heard that before. All your piousness and crawling on your knees before a imaginary god won't save you, though.”

    She stood up straighter, as if suddenly taller than before - or so it seemed. "I don't imagine you'll listen to me about this, but I'll say it anyway. “ A cold smile played along Morrigans lips.

    “Lesson One: Speak only when you're spoken to - if you don't, we have to gag you again. Think about it for a moment, being gagged for hours is incredibly uncomfortable. Just a tip from a professional, my Dear."

    Ariana grimaced - the expression of unfocused rage being replaced with the previous icy veneer as she inclined her head quietly, although her fists clenched white beside her as she looks up at the now-taller form of Morrigan – the icy knot solidifying in her stomach. "I see. The rule of the beasts - the strong decree and the weak follow."


    The trainer favored her with another smile. "Exactly. Very good." She waved her slaves closer, the big one right beside her. "Well, then. The Introduction. I am Morrigan. You will address me as Mistress. Your own name won't matter anymore. You better forget it. If you behave well, I may give you a new one. And always remember - You are just one among many."

    She walked towards a big wooden door, adorned with golden leaves."Come with me now. Don't try anything stupid. Don't try to run, don't try to attack me. It won't work and will only make things worse for you.” The captive nodded, her face impassive as she began to follow after Morrigan reluctantly - her gaze still sliding along the rest of the hall - making note of every detail she passed, glancing back in response to a sudden question from her new “Mistress”.


    “Did they tell you why you are here?" The elf smiled as her eyes stopped their search, with a satisfied, almost predatory look as she remembered his terror, the shining blade in his chest coated red with his blood spreading across his dark robes. "Because I almost killed their precious high priest and sent him on his way to his dark lord. If his healer hadn't arrived in time....the world would be a much better, place...." It had been midnight, before their so-called “great ceremony”, and his death would have sent a message that such heresy would not be tolerated. It would still be received in time. That was her purpose in life, after all...

    "That is not what I asked. " The strange light elf turned around, an icy stare on her face. "That is the reason you were sent here. Not for what." Ariana returned the cold look with one of her own, her previous expression again fading - but the underlying surprise at the lack of any reaction to her words was evident. It had been a wonderful memory one of the few pleasant ones of the last couple days, but designed to unsettle and intimidate through her training.


    Morrigan took a hold of the assassin's bonds and led her through a big hall with many doors and staircases, guiding them down one into a dimly lit corridor, with doors to both sides. "So I ask again. Do you know why you are here?"

    The wheels in Ariana's mind spun faster. Why ask such a obvious question? For interrogation, punishment, and hopefully a public execution after they were done with her, although that seemed increasingly unlikely. The alternative was unthinkable. "I came to the conclusion they are hiring you to break me...and interrogate me, since you seem to be a slave trainer. Know that I will not divulge any details you wish to know, nor will I betray my faith."


    A small but nasty laugh escaped Morrigan's lips. "Oh dear, I am not just a slave trainer. I am the slave trainer.” She paused and sneered. “Among other things. As for interrogating you – that is just plain boring. I do not care whom you are working for. What faith you have, what god you worship. That doesn't matter. It's only a make believe that people of high standing use to keep down the dumb mass. Keep your faith. As long as you can, I'd like to see you try." She opened the door at the end of the corridor, screams, moaning and other unspeakable noises filled the air. Morrigan simply smiled and pushed Ariana through the door.


    "You don't care about...?" The young elf stumbled in to the corridor, but quickly rebalanced herself - taking in the sight of her surroundings with a look of growing horror on her face – as she looked back at Morrigan. They stood now on a gallery, a room below them filled with a about a dozen women - elves, human, orc and others - held by their wrists in the air with shackles. Some seemed to sleep, some squirmed in their bindings - but all in varying state of pregnancy. two seemed to be actually in labor, hence the screaming an moaning. Several other slave girls tended to them.


    "Of course...catering to the baser, impure desires of the flesh and the subjugation of wills. You are truly monstrous." She tensed - her face twisting as she drew upon her inner reserves of magical energy - to increase her strength, enough to break the bonds.....then to take the slave trainer captive....and use her to escape. She allowed herself a smile as she looked back at Morrigan. "When I am free, I will burn this accursed place to the ground and you with it."


    But something wasn't quite right. Ariana's magic didn't seem to answer her calling. There was a big, black nothingness, where her power should be, and her eyes widened in surprise as her captor only grinned and raised an eyebrow. Morrigan stepped forward and took Ariana's face between her fingers, pressing hard, smiling darkly - almost in a whisper she spoke to her "There will be no 'when. Not even an 'if'. You had better think about finding yourself among those down there, my dear." Then she slapped her hard across the face, enough to make her fall to the ground. "Speak again like that, and I'll have your tongue cut out."


    The light elf groaned, assessing the bruising on her face as she rolled to her feet, her face stinging from the blow - looking towards Morrigan and then back down the hallway - then consciously she relaxed her body. There was no way she could make it out with these bonds and her magic sealed - her gaze went towards the women on the block, then down to the floor in a nod. Later. Another opportunity would present itself if the slave trainer thought she had cowed her - doing her best to put on an act of fear and subservience. "Yes...Mistress."


    "Good. let's see how long you can keep up the appearance of obedience." She nodded toward the door opposite them "Move. We're not staying here. Or would you want to watch for a bit?" The trainer grabbed the captive's chin again, forcing her gaze down to another slave girl - a human, this time - gets freshly shackled, while a huge Minotaur approached her, his half-hard cock in hand.


    "Allowing a minotaur to rut her? Disgusting..." The assassin grimaced and turned her face away from the sight - the revulsion on her face clear as she involuntarily took a step back towards the door Morrigan had nodded to. "Oh, not just using her, he's there to impregnate her, you know." Her Mistress added cheerfully "Sure that you don't want to watch? Could be quite educational for you." She laughed darkly, just as the first screams from below were echoing through the hall.


    “I-impregnate?!" Ariana looked again at the minotaur and the slave - finally noting the significance and not the coincidence from her own limited exposure - as she looked on, she saw the slave's face just as the minotaur pushed himself fully into the woman, making her belly bulge, followed by a hoarse scream of the slave.


    The veneer of obedience drifted off of the assassin as she glared at the red-haired elf again. "So you are....intentionally breeding women with monsters? Does your depravity know no bounds? What is to become of them and their spawn?!" Morrigan sighed, then took a few steps foward, taking her new slave by the throat, lifting her up and pinning her against the door, while her other hand reached for a wicked sharp looking knife at her waist. Her grip was inhumanly strong, like a vice around Ariana's neck. "Dear, what did I tell you not two minutes ago? You are really testing my patience. I breed them because I am paid to do so. And I am a specialist, so the brood mares very rarely die. They are valuable stock."


    "Ugh...I...I see...." Ariana relaxed her body - letting it hang from the other woman's grip – as she looked into her counterpart's eyes, the horror dawned on her face, the first real, instinctual reaction of fear she had felt in a number of years, looking down and then taking a deep breath. "I apologize for my...impertinence....Mistress."


    Morrigan smiled... though this time not a pleasant one. "I think you still don't know what mess you have gotten yourself into. I won't cut out your tongue - yet. But I'd be a very poor mistress indeed, if I don't punish you. Bad example for the others, you understand." The trainer lifted her up, holding her head and forcing her to watch as the minotaur rutted the human slave. “If you close your eyes, you'll be next. Now be silent and enjoy.


    With that warning, Ariana went limp, watching as the beast's enormous shaft pulled out of the slave almost completely, only to push it in slowly – stretching the slave's hole to obscene width. It pumped in and out of the “breeding mare”, her moans and wails getting hoarse and drowned out as the grunts from the minotaur got louder, the door rattling from the weight, the impact. Ariana's mind whirled in incredulity. How was she not split open? Was that a look of pleasure, of actual desire on her face? Surely not. She was clearly in a great deal of pain, and being..forcibly stimulated. Or drugged. This Morrigan would clearly stop at nothing.


    After several minutes that felt like an eternity of watching the vile act, it bellowed, and then the breeder's belly slowly expanded, bulging obscenely as it withdrew – leaving the woman hanging with the cum running out from her, pooling on the ground. But something disturbed the assassin more deeply to her core then the act itself – the woman's face was smiling, contented, and fulfilled.


    Before she had time to dwell on it, she was thrown through the doorway casually like a ragdoll. Ariana caught her balance again in a room with a white marble floor, huge window front and several strange things of which she couldn't recognize the use. She looked around the room carefully - not moving from her position, the fear of the last punishment still rushed across her mind - her gaze went back to Morrigan questioningly as she tried to examine the devices - not daring to speak again without prompting, noticing several dark wooden cabinets line the walls and a wide mountain range out of the windows.


    Morrigan closed the door after the black slave and the girl, stopping the horrible noise from the other hall. At a sign from her, the girl went to make up the fire in a hearth, lighting a brazier afterwards. The black man stood in a corner, his face as expressionless as before. Morrigan looked out of the window, smiling to herself, speaking as if to herself. "I always love this room, you know...it's my favorite" The she turned to Ariana, her features hardening akin to the mountains themselves. "Well, let's get started. Undress!"


    To Be Continued in The Broken Blade, Chapter 2: Changes

    Please feel free to leave comments, feedback, thoughts, suggestions and the like in the reply thread. I'll edit to include the other chapters in this one as they become available.
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    Characters of Note (so far) with visuals by the talented Yako:
    Morrigan, the mysterious and sinister elven slave trainer with a vast, isolated castle in the mountains.
    Ariana, a devout and fanatical elven assassin known as a Blade serving her faith of Ellionism....in chains, after a failed assassination attempt of a rival high priest.

    The Broken Blade: Chapter 2 - A Cold Reception

    Ariana began to undress as best as she could with the shackles on - revealing the extent of her manual dexterity as she slipped out of her veil, slowly sinuously working her way out of a Blade's gray garments. She kept her gaze on the floor, calling upon her training and retreating within herself to endure whatever the coming punishment was. When she finished, all that was left was her undergarments and an gray vest. Scars were visible along the pale skin of her legs and waist, athletic and muscled as she stood, keeping her gaze on the floor. She felt no shame – each was earned and had a victorious memory; even the most recent...

    Morrigan's cold, unreadable expression snapped her attention back to her situation as the strange elf stepped closer, knife in hand. "I guess you need a little help here..." She raised the blade of the knife to the gray vest and methodically cut through it slowly, only a hairs breadth between the blade and her skin. When her captor had finished, her clothes in a pile, as the trainer turned to examine Ariana's body in a businesslike fashion, walking around and inspecting her like a piece of merchandise. "I need to see what I'll be working with."

    A blush crossed the light elf's cheeks, but she stood at attention, going to the full depth of her training to not be embarrassed by the heretic whore inspecting her body. Ariana reminded herself that even naked she still she resembled a dagger in the dark. Lean, wiry, her hips sized just large enough to allow her mobility, and a chest small enough to not interfere with her movements - picked out from dozens of other candidates for her aptitude and dedication to the cause.

    The assassin had been left celibate to allow her to focus on her duty and develop her physical and magical abilities - her virginity having long since broken from her physical conditioning alone. There was a tiny, almost imperceptible coating to her sex – the earlier scenes having reminded her stubborn body of its denied base desires – but she was confident Morrigan would not notice. Her captor stepped back and looked at her, eyes slightly narrowed in thought. "Not bad. I guess you are pretty agile, that's good. Now, first things first, though..."

    She took Ariana firmly by her shackles, leading her to a wooden cross with leather bindings. With a nod, she summoned a slave girl; together Ariana was bound to the cross in record time, hands behind her head and legs spread wide. The trainer smiled slightly, her hands wandering over Ariana's body until it encountered a bigger scar, which made her frown. "Hum. No, that won't do..." The trainer looked at the assassin's short-cropped hair, shaking her head. "Neither will that."

    "I am a weapon, I have the scars of my battles-" Morrigan squeezed Ariana's breasts pointedly, cutting off her words. "Or that." A moan escaped the assassin's lips as she squirmed unconsciously against the cross for half-second before she looked back at the trainer - moving back into the cool, neutral look. "My....my body is for fighting, Mistress. As is my soul." A smile that was as dark as any drow's soul spread across her captor's pale elven face as she toyed with Ariana's left nipple. "Not anymore, I fear. And I think I have to change you accordingly to your future use." There was another of those damnable grins from the trainer. "Don't worry, this is the one thing that won't hurt."

    “Uhhh....." Ariana bit her lips to escape the second moan from leaving her mouth – cursing herself as she knew her body was conveying the lack of familiarity with pleasurable sensations. She tried to move, but managed only to gaze into Morrigan's eyes with a look of confusion. "..change? My...use?" The horror returned to her face as she realized the implications of the other women. "No...no."

    "Oh, come now. Did you really think they have sent you here for just a bit of violence and interrogation? A little naive, are we?" She smiled again. "You know, aside from the breeding - which is not scheduled for you - yet - you might learn to like it." Leaning forwards, she took the nipple between her lips, lightly sucking, while her hands caressed the other breast. "It can be quite pleasant."

    “Ahh...uhhh..." The nipple hardened in Morrigan's mouth, as the elf squirmed against the cross, her face burning red as she glared at the trainer. "My body my respond, but I will never....enjoy this...uhhhhh...depravity..." Remembering her place, and dropping her gaze. "...Mistress."

    “That is what they all say in the beginning.” The trainer smiled again, then closed her eyes and seemed to focus on something, then looked at Ariana. "Let's start with that...." And reached for her hair, a strange, pale glow around her hand. With every stroke, Ariana's hair grew longer until it reached her waist – a shining black mane. "Now that is better." Next, her captor turned to the light elf's skin, sliding her hand across her body as it crackled with unseen tingling, forcing her to call upon her discipline not to shiver and shake. As she watched in horror, the scars fading under her touch until Ariana's skin was as perfect as a newborn's.

    “...what are you...?" The assassin looked at herself, the feeling of her flesh being shaped and remolded, the shock wide in her eyes as she struggled against her chains – feeling the first pangs of true fear. "How can you..? No...I am a blade, a weapon...please. Please, Mistress...." She was begging now - feeling the long hair hanging on her head, her skin tingling as she struggled to come up with something to offer Morrigan in return for letting her keep the rest of her body as it was.

    "Please what, pet?" Morrigan smiled, again seemingly honestly friendly. "You look so much prettier with that long hair. I'm not finished yet, though." The glowing hands reached for Ariana's breasts, caressing, lightly squeezing and a tingling sensation built within them, intensifying. Slowly, almost unnoticeable her breasts began to grow and swell, fuller by the moment until they were almost triple their original size.

    "Please leave me as I am, Mistress...no...no...uhhhh..." She looked down at her breasts, shaking her head as she desperately tried to repeat her mantra through the feelings of warm stimulation and pleasure from the shaping of her body and her Mistress' stimulation as she squirmed even more, feeling the weight of her enlarged breasts jiggle with each movement - tears start to run down from the corners of her eyes - her despair mixed with the arousal from her captor's ministrations "I am a weapon...uhhhh....a blade of ice....ahhh....haaaaa..."

    "Not anymore, pet." Her captor smiled and squeezed the assassin's full breasts again, satisfied with her work. Smiling, her hands wandered down Ariana's body, leaving them for a moment on the slaves slender hips. Ariana could feel the tingling of another change coming, as her hips broadened and her ass rounded into a softer shape, causing her to thrash in her restraints.

    Morrigan stepped back, looking her new toy over. Then she nodded to her dutiful slave, who stepped forward, behind the cross and continued to caress Ariana's breasts while the trainer stepped toward the brazier, pushing a branding iron into the coals. "Now we get to the more nasty part. I usually give something to dull the pain, but since you still need your punishment, I will refrain from doing so this time. Also, I am curious how good your training really is in regards to enduring pain."

    Ariana's eyes went to the brand in the coals, and it seemed to steel her - as she took a deep breath, her tears ceasing as her eyes hardened again. Her body was unfamiliar to her - now soft and curvy, but this could be a weapon, she reasoned, even if she now appeared as a sexual creature. She just had to endure these torments and become familiar with how to use – she finished her thought, setting her jaw, and looked to the red haired elf - if she truly was a light elf - with a returned look of determination. "I...will show you, Mistress."

    Morrigan's eyes glittered with anticipation as she smiled hungrily. "Really? Good girl." She opened one of the cupboards, taking out a small wooden box - a beautiful thing made from polished cherry-wood. As she approached Ariana, pulling a small table towards her, setting the box down and opening it. Inside, there are a few long, slender but sharp looking needles, along with an assortment of golden and silver hoops. "Alright, that should be it a far as preparations go." As the trainer pulled the glowing branding iron from the fire, the slave girl grabbed a firm hold of Ariana's left breast to immobilize it.

    The trainer's gaze locked with Ariana's as she pushed the iron firmly into the upper slope of her breast; the assassin was vaguely aware of her skin sizzling and smoking as she gritted her teeth. She bit her lip, almost biting through it, keeping her gaze steady with Morrigan's eyes, the searing pain blooming across her tense form. Pain she could handle - pain she was trained to handle, even from her now unfamiliar body, it was safer and more comforting then the damned pleasure. "Nghh....." A dark, satisfied smile on Morrigan's face answered Ariana's display of control. "Good. Very good."

    Discarding the iron, she inspected the brand, nodding in approval. "This is the only scar you'll wear. I imagine you know by now what it means. " With a fleeting touch and a crackle of energy the oozing flesh began to heal over and the pain stopped to a dull throbbing. "So. Now for the proper jewelry." The trainer picked up one of the needles and a silver hoop, her hand squeezing Ariana's right breast cunningly, making the nipple harden, sucking a bit on it as well. “Uh...uhhhhh...your mark...?" Ariana's stern facade broke as her she twisted in pleasure again from the stimulation - feeling her nipple harden as she looked at the needle and silver hoop - comprehensive dawning on her face as she looked back at Morrigan with another plaintive look - fearing not the pain, but the pleasure - and the symbolic meaning, her mouth open in a silent plea.

    "Correct. So everyone will know who owns you. You are property now, pet. Valuable, but only property." Without any further preparation she thrust the needle through Ariana's hardened nipple, followed by a silver hoop through the hole. The same action was quickly performed on its twin, the silver hoops through her nipples marking her completely as a slave. “Nrrgh..uhhh..." Ariana's faint moans of pain escaped her mouth this time - with the first needle, then the second - but only when she felt the cold metal against her nipples did she begin to react.

    The remaining pain heightening her sensitivity as the hoops hung down from her hard nipples proudly - the light elf staring at them in shock. "Property..." The assassin took a deep breath, and looking back at her dark mirror - her voice wavering from the sensations - lacking her previous resolve, but still stubbornly clinging to her pride. "I am...owned yes, a vessel of the light - but not your darkness, no matter what you do to me."

    "Are you sure about that? Maybe we should test that precious resolve, don't you think?" She smiled and with a wink of her hand one of the windows shimmered and became a mirror. The trainer took Ariana's chin in her hands, as she was forced to look at herself. "This is what you will be now, dear. And this is only the beginning. Take a good look at yourself." The light elf's face twisted in revulsion at the woman looking back at her - her old scars gone, replaced with clear skin. And her breasts! Her small breasts replaced with a large, pendulous, silver adorned rack.

    Her face colored in shame as she tried to look away, wanting to just throw herself out the window. "Only the beginning? What more can you do to....uhhhh...uhhhhhh!" The light elf's words degenerated into moans as Morrigan started to caress her breasts again with that same smile. But this time her captor quickly moved down her whole body, stroking lightly over her nether parts. Morrigan's fingers lightly probed between her new pets legs – to Ariana's now-moist sex, a result of the trainer's previous ministrations as her body twitched, her toes curling. "No...no, please Mistress....please..."

    "But why shouldn't I? You seem to enjoy it. Let yourself go, this is what we are made for, pet. Nothing evil. Just plain sensation. It has no moral to it. Not good, Not bad. Just existence....enjoy it." Slowly she rubbed her pets clit, enjoying the feeling of her warm wetness, slowly spreading her nether lips further, always careful, always almost lovingly, never hurting her precious pet.

    The light elf whimpered - looking again into her Mistress' eyes with confusion - shaking her head slowly between her moans. "Pleasure...is the root of desire....desire is the root of wickedness...uhhhhhh....ahhhh...." The feel of the fingers sliding in her, casually, slowly - flooding her with that inexorable loving pleasure, as her breath became flushed, still trying to recite her chant with great difficulty from Morrigan's sensual touch, gentleness, and warmth as more of the wetness began to flow - her body jerking and squirming slowly. "I...am...uhhh...a blade...of...ahhhhh...iiiicceeeeeee...."

    "No, pet. Desire is a Need. There is no wickedness in it. As you will learn to see." Slowly, Morrigan pushed one finger into her, then two, while she sank to her knees to user her tongue on her pet's clit, lightly sucking. Her fingers began to move, slowly inside her, then out again, seeking her most sensitive spots with experienced fingers, caressing her. “A need? No, desire is...the root of..." Ariana broke off again, this time with a louder moan as her captor's tongue began to work between her lips in the deeper, more sensual parts - her toes curling as she shook in the binding in building ecstasy "uhhh...light forgive me.....

    "There is no need for forgiveness, pet.... as this is not a 'sin'." The elf trainer began teasing with more vigor with her tongue, her fingers moving faster, her other hand wandering to the back, circling Ariana's other entry softly, barely touching it. "Not...not there!" The assassin's eyes opened wide as she felt the intrusion behind her - before returning to her moaning and struggling - seeming to accept the pleasure and her powerlessness and the apparent love Morrigan provided her care with, as surprising as it was. She tried to voice her disbelief, through the sensations, trying to distract herself from the pressure against the edge of her anus. "Uhhh...I can't believe you really....care? But you are...wicked....a corrupter...and I am just...uhhh...a slave....chattel......that is all you desire...uurggh...me to be. Ahhh...you cannot truly...mm..care!"

    Still only caressing the outside of her anus, Morrigan paused her tongue to look up at her. "And can one not love their horse? Their Dog? Why do you think one cannot care for their property?" Ariana felt the fingers spreading inside of her, making room for a third as her captor gave her body time to adjust. "Yes, I am a 'corrupter', I am a slave owner. And you are currently my property. That does not mean I have to be unnecessarily cruel." The light elf began to cry - her tears running down her cheeks - mixed with her passion and pleasure as the trainer worked her lovingly, her emotions softening and spiraling out of her control. "I am...uhhh...I am not a animal....I am not a mare. I am a...a..." Starting to form the word 'blade', but trailing off as her Mistress spread her fingers inside of her. She breathed heavily as the trainer gave her time to adapt, making her squirm in her restraints.

    "Corrupter...." Ariana tasted the word, licking the air as she felt the stimulation inside and behind her - more then anything she has ever felt before in her life. "As...long as I cooperate as your...uhh.....property?" The three fingers moved faster, her thumb circling her clit, spreading her wetness further. "You are an animal like we all are, dear. Simply....one with an owner. Or do you deny a horse it's ability to think? A dog his character? We are nothing different, pet. I will teach you the ways of accepting the truth. It will make it all much much more pleasurable for you, believe me."

    “Nnngh...." Her panting continued as she quivered even more, shivering from the stimulation, her body bucking now, grinding and working against the deep pleasure. "You...you see yourself as a animal as well...? Aaahhh...haaa...then what can you possibly...teach me....?" She broke off, her eyes rolling back, tongue splayed wide, tasting the air again at the depth of pleasure, before regaining her composure, her cheeks reddening even deeper as she tried to hide or move her head away in the embarrassment and humiliation of such a display. The Light damn this woman!

    "Of course I am an animal. But one with knowledge, dear. Oh, what was that? You liked that?" She pushed her fingers deeper and harder into her, widening her further, her wetness running down Morrigan's arm. "Be a good girl and do that again." She tried to resist, but as the trainer pushed deeper she felt her face twist from the pleasure, tongue splayed out eyes rolling back - grinding back against Morrigan's hand, face flushed beet red from the pleasure....and humiliation. “A cunning animal..aahhhh..No.no..no...please....Ahhhhhhhh! Uhhh..uhh..I can feel you...uhhh...in me...."

    "Yes, you should. Now for the finale." She put her mouth on Ariana's clit again, sucking, teasing, lapping, while her fingers moved in an out of the slave, pushing deep enough to touch her cervix. Her other hand, started pushing softly into her anus, very slow careful not to hurt her. “Noo..nnn....uh!" Her movements became even more pronounced as Morrigan's tongue went back to her clit, combined with the fingers driving her to a frenzy of pleasure. Her body responded to the finger going against her tight rear - feeling it wiggle and press in, her body tolerating the initial pain, but the pleasure adding to it as it begins to send her over the top of her crest. "I'm....not a animal...I'm...a animal....! AHHH~" She shivered and moaned, as she tried to close her legs, shaking in her restraints as the trainer methodically worked her to the peak of her pleasure.

    Morrigan kept a close watch of her pet's face as she worked her fingers with increasing speed and force, the finger in her new pet's backdoor pushing in completely, stretching the tight hole around it. “Uhhh...mmmm..." The light elf moved back against Morrigan's finger - groaning in pleasure and wincing in pain, but clearly enjoyed the sensation on top of her orgasmic rush. But just as Ariana was about to climax her tormentor pulled her fingers off, immediately stopping her licking and got to her feet, watching the her new toy's reaction.

    The feeling of being brought abruptly brought down from her peak was palpable as Ariana looked back at her trainer, the shame burning bright on her face. The assassin opened her mouth to say something - and then closed it, fighting for control as she took deep breathes, trying to regain herself and block out the overpowering desire. "Haaaaaaa....ahhhhhhh....haaaa..." Despite herself, her body trembled and shivered, her limbs twitching in the restraints helplessly.

    "Well, well. For someone who claims to be a virgin, you came quite easily." A smug grin on her face, Morrigan took a step closer, bringing the soaked hand to her pet's face "See that? Smell it? That is the truth of you."Ariana recoiled away from the smell of her own lust - until she could feel it against her - tears starting to run down her cheeks again. "...truth? That I am...a animal?" She looked at the hand, then glared at the trainer. The assassin could feel the flush still rising from her body as a bit more fluid oozed from between her legs, as her body slowly humped and ground in the restraints despite her efforts. "You...you're just trying to break me...don't pretend you're...ahhh...helping....teaching..."

    "The same thing in your eyes, is it not?" The trainer shook her head and sighed, as she began to loosen the bindings, only to hang her by her shackles from the ceiling, her feet tied to the floor. "Another lesson then." She turned to another cupboard, pulling out several... things - one looked like a over-sized syringe big syringe, others like weights, and the rest metallic looking phallic objects in varying sizes. She put each on the small table with a nod to the slave girl who returned shortly with a bucket of water at Morrigan's feet. The elf trainer smiled at her toy and caressed the syringe fondly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

    To Be Continued in The Broken Blade, Chapter 3: Limits
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    *Note: This chapter has enema content. If that causes you discomfort, please feel free to skip directly over to Chapter 4 - Heretic*



    Chapter 3 - Limits


    Ariana looked at enormous syringe and the weights in confusion....but as she saw the phallic objects a grimace crossed her face. "Ahh....hahh...I see." The captive leaned back, the flush still holding across her face – hating that her pierced nipples were still hard and at attention. 'Uhhh...training your pet for her purpose?" She tried to put on a strong front to disguise the squirming desire and emotions within her. "Is that all?"


    Morrigan smiled again. "One thing after the other, pet. We don't want to rush any of this." She took one of the weights in her hand, she reached out to one of Ariana's freshly pierced nipples, stroking it softly, only to put the weight on the ring of the piercing directly after. "This lesson is about pain and how well it mixes with pleasure."


    “Nrrggh....ah...pain I have no problem with, Mistress...please just leave it at that..." The light elf heard the words come unbidden from her mouth and cursed quietly to herself. She welcomed the flare of pain as the piercing strained and weighted against her body - trying to use the grim satisfaction to block out Morrigan's words. "Nrgggh...it'll tear right off, then your beautfiul sexual facade will be...ruined..."

    "Not it won't, though it might feel like that." The trainer caressed the other breast, pausing to suckle it, before attaching the weight to it as well. At her command, the female slave kneeled before Ariana and started to lick her, the happiness and eagerness on the slave's face only sickening the former assassin more.


    The pain from the other weight added to the intensity, but the light elf began to moan from the pleasure of the slave's lips – it was harder for her to block with her normal meditations and mental hardening. A look of fear washed over her expression as the two begin to mix. "Uhhhh...ahhh..stop.....it feels good.....but....it hurts.....please...stop..."


    "Now this is what I want you to focus on - do you really want the pain to stop?" Morrigan tugged lightly on the left weight, while lifting the right one, relieving the pain on that side, leaving a emptiness. "I...." Ariana bit her lip at the absence of pain, her green eyes watering from the joint stimulation as she spoke openly for the first time, looking into the trainer's eyes "No...please...stop the pleasure. It is destroying me....please. I will do...what you ask...just...ahhhhhh..." Her feet twitched again.

    "Oh? Really? Pity. That is the one thing I won't stop." Morrigan smiled and shook her head as she tugged on both weights, causing Ariana's newly grown breasts to ache. After that, she caressed the light elf's rosebud again, circling it, pushing slowly one finger inside, while the girl slave kept licking and sucking her sex.


    “Ngggh...uhhh..." The pain was almost welcome to the whimpering assassin – but not the intrusion into her ass, as that brought more pleasure. The two sensations flooded her body as she was caught between them, feeling them pulling her focus apart, feeling the pain fully beside the pleasure - her body responding again to the touch. "Ahh...haa...stop...it hurts....it feels good....I'm going to go mad..!"


    "The hurt feels good, doesn't it?" Morrigan pulled her finger out of her new slave's ass as she turned to the table, picking up the big syringe and filling it with water from the bucket. She stepped closer to Ariana and whispered into her ear. "Now... I've got a surprise for you." With a smug smile the trainer pressed the tip of the syringe into Ariana's tight hole, pushing the plunger very slowly, so the light elf could feel it slowly filling her.


    “What...what are you doing...ahhh..its cold!" The slave tensed as she felt the water flowing inside of her - on top of the other sensations, the pleasure on her sex, and the weights. The additional unexpected input overpowered what remained of her focus as she can felt her the cold water slowly filling her anal tract. All the while, the tongue continued relentlessly on her clit, her breasts moving with the motion, causing the weights to dangle and shift as she cried out in pain...and pleasure. "Nggghh..wait....ahhh..."


    When the syringe had been completely empied, it was removed with a sigh of a relief – until Ariana heard the hiss of it being refilled. A moment later, the tip was back in her ass, as she tried not to squirm, only shaking her head and shivering as the next load of cold water was pumped into her bowels. By the end, the pressure built inside as her stomach began to swell and distend. "Let's call it a...thorough cleaning."Morrigan's voice from behind her carried a sneer as the slave girl in front of her pushed two fingers deep into the most sensitive spots of her sex.


    “Uuuhhh...I can feel...you're filling me..." Ariana felt the fingers pushing in - intensifying her pleasure as well as the discomfort. "Stop...stop.....my stomach can't handle any more...its going to burst..." Unused to the feeling of the pressure inside - even as she whimpered and jerked, every movement caused the weights on her breasts and swelling belly to swing in the most humiliating way. And yet, not the water, but her juices were dripping to the floor under the slave girl's ministrations. The light elf's face twisted as she fought to retain control of herself – she would not let Morrigan win. "I...you can't train me to enjoy this..ugh...you can't...it's filthy.."


    "Oh, I can and I will, dear. The only thing I need is time, and I have...patience enough." Morrigan laid down the syringe, starting to caress again her new slave's anus, gently rubbing it, while her other hand gripped Ariana's head, forcing her to look into the mirror again and see her swollen belly, almost making her look pregnant. "Isn't that pretty?"


    “Ughh....." The assassin tried to look away from the mirror, the movement sending a chain of vibrations through her body. "Ugh....I...ahhhh...its disgusting....I don't...I won't be...ahhh one of those pregnant mares..." Her moans began to punctuate her words more readily as her body began to respond to the minstrations again, her nipples hard as rocks from the weights as the water sloshed around inside of her. "I won't bear vile monster seed...I refuse....nnrggh..."


    "Well, you've a long way to go before that, my dear. But you're holding up well, I think I have to put more into you..." Morrigan pushed her finger into Ariana's tight hole, a bit of now-warm water flowing out around it, the plunger tip not far behind with another load of cold water.


    “Nrrgggh...no...no...you're going to make me burst...please..." The new slave could feel even more water pouring in, the pressure building even stronger as her belly began swell up even more - the discomfort of the strain mixing with the pleasure, feeling like any moment she would burst. "Uhhh..ugh....I can't take it....please" The humiliation as she heard herself - begging and whimpering, strangely aroused her even more. "C-curse you...ahhh..."


    Morrigan pushed another finger in, widening her tight hole, pushing in and out, slowly, so she can feel the length of her fingers, little trickles of water flowing out before the light elf's ass closed back up. "You know, if you want to let the water out, just ask nicely."


    Ariana looked at the trainer, hoping pouring across her features as she nodded emphatically - moaning as it caused her body to move. "Please...please...Mistress...please....let it out. I beg of you...." The stimulation between her holes caused her face to lose what remained of its resolve, torn in a look between the pleasure and the uncomfortable sensation of fullness - approaching to almost unbearable levels.


    Morrigan smiled. "Very well. " She nodded at the slave girl, who ceased her attentions and stood up. The trainer loosened Ariana's shackles, leaving her to support herself alone. Morrigan took a few steps towards a door and opened it, revealing a hole in the ground. "You only have to come over here. Keep your ass closed, or you'll lick off your spillings off the marble floor with your tongue."


    "You...you monster..." Ariana's face shuddered, but she grit her teeth as she stepped down to support her weight. Her muscles cried in pain after being held for the length of time - focusing on that pain and discomfort to keep her focused on keeping her ass closed with the first step, the weights on her breasts and her swollen belly swinging. "Uhhhh! Nrrggh..." Her face twisted into a determined glare as she took another smaller, gentler step towards the hole - moving even closer, straining to hold the water in as she felt it churning around inside her. She had made it to the step in front of the door! "I...I can make it...just...."


    "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." Morrigan smiled that wicked smile of hers - did the bitch ever not? "And you know, calling your mistress a monster calls for a punishment, don't you think?"


    "I'm....nrgh...sorry..I'm sorry Mistress." The light elf focused, looking away from Morrigan to hide the tears of frustration running down her face, taking several more steps to stand over the hole, gritting her teeth as her body started to tremble - finally looking back at her Mistress. "I'm...here. I'm here...now...what...do I?"


    "Squat and let go. It's easy. have you never been to a toilet?" The trainer raised her brow and crosses her arms. Ariana's face colored bright red from the embarrassment and humiliation as she squatted down and released the water, breathing a sigh of relief as it empties out - with a rush of relief and pleasure. "I...I just wanted to make sure...ahhh..my Mistress had no...ahhh..other orders..." She looked back at Morrigan with a almost vacant look - just savoring the momentary relaxation - having become somewhat used to the weights on her nipple rings - just trying not to fall over from the force of the release.


    "That felt good, didn't it? Now come over here." She walked the now-compliant Ariana over to another rack, with different heights, binding her into it in a sitting position with her ass a bit more forward, to show off both her holes as she slowly picked off the weights off Arianas breasts. "Now I will show you, what *real* pleasure is, pet."


    To be continued in Chapter 4 – Heretic.