by Noa Xireau
Rachel traced the sorceress’s pussy with her nose, sliding up one side and down the other. Yes, she’s really as smooth as she seems. What did the sorceress do to keep her skin so soft and hairless? Taking a deep breath, Rachel inhaled the delicate feminine scent. The sorceress smelled like jasmine soap with a slight spicy-and-sweet mix in the background. Shutting her eyelids, Rachel lapped her way through the narrow cleft, trying to reach the sorceress’s essence. The cream tasted almost as sweet and spicy as it smelled. The sorceress groaned, still asleep, and spread her legs wider, obviously wanting more of what Rachel was offering. Rachel swallowed a groan when the woman’s shin brushed against her pussy.
Looking down at the now easily accessible folds, Rachel used her thumbs to completely reveal the inner dark-pink petals. Rachel had always enjoyed the sensation of a satiny, thick cock in her mouth. Making a man groan and plead while she sucked his shaft made her feel powerful, feminine. How different would she feel playing with a woman? With the sorceress?
Holding the sorceress’s pussy wide open, Rachel stretched her tongue to discover whatever mystery those folds contained. Stopping from time to time to check out the wet trail she was leaving behind, Rachel licked and explored until the sorceress’s sex shone under the growing light. She felt empowered by the way the tiny nub hidden between those folds grew under her tongue’s spankings, by how the powerful sorceress moaned and gasped louder and louder, and by how she almost leaped from the mattress with an intense hiss when Rachel finally enclosed the stiff pearl between her lips and sucked. Rachel lowered her body to keep the sorceress’s leg still, immobilizing it with her weight.
As if the hiss had been a warning, things went out of control. The sorceress’s fingers found their way into Rachel’s hair. Rachel’s mouth was squashed against the sorceress’s hot pussy as the woman lifted her hips and took the reins. The sorceress’s shin pressed against Rachel’s clit, making Rachel squeeze her eyes shut in sheer pleasure. An overpowering arousal raced through Rachel’s body, tensing her muscles and making Rachel forget…everything. Everything except the urge to come!
Rachel groaned over the sorceress’s pussy as she rubbed herself against the silky shin. The sorceress’s long yelp reached Rachel’s ears at the same time as the woman arched her back. Rachel’s movements turned frantic; her whimpers sounded dull while she kept sucking at the sorceress’s hard nub, and the intense pleasure exploded in her womb and expanded through the rest of her body.
Even when the sorceress tugged at Rachel’s hair, making her scalp prickle, Rachel kept sucking at the sorceress’s clit like a starved cub while her orgasm went on.
“Stop! By the Goddess, stop!” The sorceress fell back onto the mattress. “Are you sure you’ve never been with another woman before?”
Chapter Four
Hours later, Rachel tried to swallow her shame. A big, traitorous tear trickled down her cheek. Rachel tried to keep still and raise her chin high, but her trembling body didn’t obey her orders.
Three pairs of eyes stared at Rachel, the three strange women not in the least embarrassed to study her most intimate parts on display while she kneeled defenseless before them. They sat like goddesses on the throne-like wooden chairs and studied Rachel as if she were some kind of odd creature. As much as Rachel wished to hide, there was nothing she could do to escape their close inspection.
A wooden stick held Rachel’s thighs apart, her arms were bound together at her back, and a collar encircled her throat and was joined through a rope to Rachel’s wrists and ankles. Though Rachel’s posture was humiliating, that wasn’t really the worst part. It was her hair. The sorceress had cut Rachel’s beautiful long hair! The hair her father had been so proud of.
Rachel had still been a child when her father started to brag about how nobody else in the kingdom had hair as long, as red, and as shiny as his daughter. Now Rachel’s splendid hair was gone. How would people at the court look at her once she went back? Only thieves and adulterous women caught in the act had short hair. And Rachel couldn’t even explain why the sorceress had had the audacity to cause such an offense to her. How humiliating would it be to tell people that she, the princess, had been training as a sex slave? That she had been punished for coming without permission while she rubbed herself like a crazy bitch in heat against the sorceress’s shin? That she had drenched the sorceress leg with hot, liquid cum while sucking the woman’s pussy dry? Remembering her shameful behavior made a hot flush spread on Rachel’s face, and a new tear rolled down her cheek. Oh, Goddess! How could I do something so vulgar? I behaved like a bitch in heat.
“And you really think you’ll be able to teach this cute redhead to be a well-trained pet before the festival, Sera?” asked the blonde witch who arched an eyebrow as she strolled to Rachel’s side.
The witch’s beauty was stunning but at the same time so cold that just looking at the woman made Rachel shiver. However, the woman’s glacial attitude wasn’t the only trait able to make her shake. Goose bumps appeared on Rachel’s breasts as the witch traced a capricious pattern over them with a magic wand. Rachel squirmed inwardly when her traitorous nipples hardened
Taking a peek at the fireplace, Rachel confirmed, relieved, that the sorceress seemed centered on stirring the sweet, exotic-smelling brew. Not so the other women, Rachel realized, when her gaze crossed with the yellowish reptilian eyes of the black-skinned serpent-shifter. Leaning comfortably against the arm of the carved wooden chair, the serpent-shifter seemed to enjoy Rachel’s situation. Rachel swallowed when a lopsided grin appeared on the woman’s face, revealing sharp fangs.
“Ouch!” Rachel gasped, startled as the blonde witch smacked her butt. She stretched, trying to reach the large, stinging imprint the witch’s magic wand had left on her buttock. How does she dare to spank me? I’m the king’s daug— Oh Goddess! They didn’t know she was a princess. These women considered her a pet, a sexual toy to use at their whim! Rachel repressed the urge to warn the witch not to touch her again. Telling them who she really was would be letting down her father, and she’d lose the opportunity to save Aritz. Only the sorceress could tell them to leave her alone. Rachel stared at the sorceress, trying to get the woman’s attention. The sorceress should be telling them to keep their hands to themselves.
“Keep your eyes on the ground.” With a hand on her slim waist, the witch waited for Rachel to obey. “Really, Sera, it isn’t that I doubt your ability to train a pet, but this one doesn’t know even the basics. You’ll need a miracle to get her ready for the festival.”
Rachel bit her lip. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or shout. Why is it so difficult for everyone to believe that I’m able to learn how to be a pet? I’m here, aren’t I? Do they think I came here to drink tea? That I like to kneel naked on the floor, showing them my pussy? My knees and my back hurt, and not once have I complained about it. You should be here in my place, you blonde witch-bitch!
Under her lashes, Rachel saw how the sorceress shrugged with an inexpressive face.
“Let’s see what happens,” the sorceress said.
“I don’t know.” The brunette—a druid they called Galena, who seemed to be a few years older than the rest of the women—shook her head. “She’s too inexperienced and vulnerable. People will love to play with her, but it’s easy to foretell that she isn’t prepared for those games. Even the best-trained pets sometimes have difficulties taking part at the Moon Festival, and you know it, Sera. Why do you insist on taking the girl with you?”
Damn! As if the sorceress wasn’t already against the idea of taking Rachel to the Moon Festival. Now, on top of that, these women wouldn’t stop talking bullshit. Holding her breath, Rachel observed how the sorceress pressed her lips together in a fine line. Would the sorceress tell these women about the king’s orders and the real reason Rachel had to go as a pet to the festival? The sorceress—Sera was her name?—wouldn’t betray the king in such a way, would she?
“She’s the one who wants to come to the fe
stival. I’ve warned her how dangerous it is.” The sorceress threw a cinnamon stick and a few salvia leaves into the cauldron, adding a sensual, comforting richness to the exotic scent already floating in the room.
“Why would a pet do such a stupid thing?” The black-skinned serpent-shifter frowned.
Sera shrugged and poured the steaming brew into four goblets. “She insisted that she wanted to demonstrate her love and loyalty.”
The witch and the shifter cackled, but not the druid, who crossed her arms.
“You’re her owner, Sera. You decide. However, if I were you, I’d wait for the next event, once your new pet is well trained and able to resist whatever play people are going to dish out. I’ve never seen you do such an irresponsible thing before, but of course it’s up to you.” The druid directed a chastening stare at her friend.
Rachel bit her inner cheek. Mind your own business, druid! You don’t know what I’m capable of.
“I think I already told you to keep your eyes on the ground.” The witch’s voice sounded as sharp as the wand on Rachel’s ass.
“Ouch!” That hurt! Rachel glanced at the blonde witch. One spank more and she would tell the bitch to stick the magic wand where the sun never shone. Enough was enough. That witch had no right to spank her! They considered her a dog? Well, even dogs barked and bit to defend themselves from strangers.
“Oh, look. Our cute little pet has a temper.” The serpent-shifter’s pursed lips seemed as dangerously deceptive as her sickly sweet tone.
Our? Rachel took a deep breath. No, she was not theirs. Maybe Rachel could be considered Sera’s pet for the time being, but theirs? Definitively not. It was one thing to accept being treated like a domestic animal and another thing entirely to let them believe they owned her. Rachel took air and opened her mouth.
What the f—A rattling sound accompanied a silky caress climbing up Rachel’s inner thigh. Rachel looked down. Her heart stopped beating, and her lungs froze. She tried to move away from the shiny black rattlesnake tail winding itself around her leg. Her struggles were in vain. The serpent tail kept twining up with a low buzzing sound.
“We told you to keep your eyes down, didn’t we?” The serpent-shifter’s lips curved into an oversweet smile.
Moments before, only the woman’s yellow eyes and sharp fangs had given away her nature as a shifter. Now, the woman’s legs had turned into an impressive snake tail with a rattle at its end. Rachel tried to speak. No sound came out. Desperate, Rachel looked to Sera.
The sorceress approached, bringing a tray with steaming goblets. Nothing in the sorceress’s face revealed disgust or ire about the liberties the shifter was taking with Rachel. Sera offered the goblets to the guests with a polite smile before she left the tray on the table. Taking the last goblet, the sorceress sat in the empty chair and raised an eyebrow as her gaze met Rachel’s.
“Do you want to use your safe word, pet?” Sera sipped calmly from her goblet.
Yes!
“No!” Rachel’s throat felt like sandpaper.
“Well, then let’s see how beautifully you’ll come for us.”
Rachel’s mind didn’t have time to register the sorceress’s words. The rattle reached Rachel’s open folds at the apex of her thighs.
“Ahhh!” An unexpected, incredible pleasure pierced Rachel.
The world around Rachel disappeared as her back arched. The fast vibration on her pussy extended through her body like thunder. Rachel’s muscles stiffened, and her hips jerked back and forth by their own volition. The blood raced through Rachel’s veins, pulsing vigorously between her legs.
“Come for us! Now!” Sera’s sharp voice awakened some of Rachel’s numb awareness.
Four pair of eyes stayed relentlessly on Rachel. Perspiration moistened Rachel’s skin. Her heavy breasts bounced with each jolt. She wanted to orgasm, was starved for the release; however, what little was left of her pride fought against the increasing need. She was a princess. A princess didn’t surrender to lust in public.
“Your mistress ordered you to come!” The witch’s magic wand resounded in the room as it struck three times against Rachel’s buttocks, leaving burning trails behind.
The pain mixed with the bliss in an escalating whirlwind and threw Rachel straight into a void of glimmering lights, making her come in hot, liquid spurts.
Rachel’s trembling body threatened to collapse as she forced herself to breathe. What just happened? Oh Goddess, how could I come before them?
“I’ll admit that I envy you, Sera,” the serpent-shifter said languidly. “I love the way your pet fights against surrender and responds to pain.”
Swallowing, Rachel kept her gaze on the floor. Her governess’s lessons echoed in Rachel’s memories. “A princess never shows her emotions in public. Emotions are a weakness. Control! Control is everything for a princess.”
“You’ve said it all, Alanna. The girl has not only refused to obey Sera, but she has tried to rebel against her own needs. She is definitively not prepared for the Moon Festival,” stated the druid.
“Well, that’s the reason you’re here, my dear ladies, aren’t you?” Sera’s voice sounded calm.
A gasp escaped Rachel. She raised her head to stare wide-eyed at Sera. The sorceress was joking, right? Sera couldn’t seriously be talking about these women taking part in her training as a pet! Sera’s arched eyebrow and mocking smile made Rachel swallow. Oh, Goddess!
Chapter Five
An owl hooted outside as Rachel heard Sera finally saying good-bye to the last of the women. The door closed, and the silence extended through the room. Rachel didn’t make the effort to open her eyelids to see what Sera was going to do now. Nothing mattered anymore, not even that she was still wrapped up in ropes and hanging from the ceiling like a chrysalis. Exhausted, Rachel only longed for sleep.
Sera hadn’t been kidding. Those three women had been here to help the sorceress train Rachel. Throughout the day Rachel had learned Sera’s friends’ names by yelling them until her throat was as raw as sandpaper, and even then Rachel had kept murmuring them hoarsely over and over again.
Irina, the witch who’d asked Rachel to address her as Mistress, had shown Rachel all the effects a rope had on a feminine body. Rachel had been bound, gagged, and hung, defenseless, from the ceiling. She had been a rag doll in their hands, exposed to whatever they wanted to do with her, to her. Sometimes they had left her dangling at the verge of an orgasm, ignoring or mocking her, or made her plead for the right to come. Could you come with a silk rope between your nether lips and buttocks, while you swung alone back and forth? The answer was yes. Rachel knew that now, and how she knew!
The dark-skinned Alanna, with those weird yellow reptilian eyes, was the one to decide the punishment each time Rachel couldn’t withhold her orgasm, when Rachel didn’t immediately obey the orders, when Rachel’s pose was not the correct one, when Rachel spoke or moaned or cried without permission, and for whatever other pet rule Rachel broke during the day.
The serpent-shifter knew exactly how to make Rachel implore her for compassion, walking on the fine line between pain and pleasure, and not once had the woman needed more than the implacable rattle tail, the teasing fingernails, or the extremely fine fangs.
Never had Rachel considered before how much delight the exact amount of pain could cause. Her nipples were sore. Her ass… Well, she probably wouldn’t be able to sit anytime soon. To be honest she didn’t believe she would be able to do anything, as she almost couldn’t feel her body anymore. However, knowing what she knew now, she wouldn’t change this experience.
In spite of hanging from the ceiling, with her muscles sore, without strength, and as exhausted as she had ever been in her life, Rachel felt an absolute calmness. Nothing else mattered to her at the moment, not what people thought about her, not her responsibilities as the king’s daughter, not her future; only the inner peace filling her as she swung slightly in the air.
The blonde witch had also been the one who
had taught Rachel the whole posturing shit. Those women were real maniacs about postures. Not even as a princess had Rachel needed to pay as much attention to what, when, and how to do things! Rachel had to learn how to crawl on all fours beside her Mistress, to kneel in the right way, to eat with grace on the floor, how to offer her ass for a punishment or for pleasure… The list was as long as a bedsheet.
The eldest one—the druid who’d been telling Sera how bad she considered the idea to take Rachel as a pet to the Moon Festival—was an expert with herbs and concoctions. Rachel shuddered as she remembered the woman’s ointments and magic, and how the druid had used them. For what had seemed hours, Rachel had been burning in fire, in ice, in raw need, and in an ecstasy so intense that it was almost impossible to bear. Rachel’s whole being had been vibrating in ecstasy until not one logical thought was left inside her mind, only sensations, bliss, and lust.
Sera had been the one Rachel had liked the most. Even in the wildest moments—when Rachel had thought she wouldn’t be able to survive those intense feelings—Sera’s voice was there, soothing and reassuring, letting Rachel know she was safe.
Cool hands brushed against Rachel’s skin while disentangling the ropes from her limbs. The cold felt good. Rachel opened her eyes to stare straight into Sera’s beautiful gray ones.
The sorceress’s voice was gentle. “You did well today, princess.”
“You expected me to run home with my tail between my legs,” Rachel accused Sera, suspecting the sorceress’s plan since she had seen the woman’s mocking glare in the morning.
“And what a beautiful tail it would have been.” The sorceress chuckled, freeing Rachel’s right leg.
