The Concubine Vol 1-3: An Erotic series of Monster Domination

by Wade, Vixen

  “Skavis holds little influence here, slave-girl,” the younger voice warned. “He’s a powerful lord, aye and aye, but his realm is far from here and other lords rule in this place.”

  “Who? Who rules here? Who holds me?” she wailed. “Amra, the Tower Lord?”

  “And that’s enough,” the older voice said. “We’ll speak no more on these matters until the Patriarch wills it.”

  “Please?” Veronica begged.

  The younger one made as if to answer and she heard the harsh sound of a hand on flesh, the slap sharp and clear in the room. The younger voice cried out once and Veronica knew she had been struck hard.

  “If the master wants her to know whose cock she’s sucking, he’ll tell her when she’s ready and not before.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Veronica started to talk again, to ask questions in a rush, plead, make promises, but the ball gag was quickly reinserted into her mouth and cinched tight. Despite her muffled pleas, the two women left the room.

  6.

  Alone, she had little left to do but sit and contemplate the journey that had brought her here.

  She remembered the feeling and thrill of thinking it was one of the most exciting days of her life when she’d gotten the Miami to Bermuda charter, serving as flight attendant on a private flight for celebrity Kevin Connor. How excited she’d been to tell her girlfriends about the star taking her anal virginity.

  All of that seemed like another life.

  The plane had been drawn, or fallen (she still wasn’t sure which), into a strange pocket dimension filled with the wrecks of aircraft and sea vessels that had disappeared over the years into the enigmatic depths of the Devil’s Triangle.

  Strange as that had been, stranger still was waking up to find her co-worker, Aubrey, being, gang-fucked in a rough orgy by three creatures she’d known from her deadbeat ex-boyfriend’s incessant World of Warcraft playing, as orcs. Then two of the green-skinned beast men had introduced her to the brutal pleasures of inter-species sex.

  The romance, and it had hardly been that, was short lived. No sooner had she taken both heavy loads of orc cum, one in her mouth and one in her pussy, than something even more incredible happened. Reality split like a crack in the Earth before her eyes and a gigantic figure emerged, even more strange and violent than the slavers, and taken her from them in a frenzy of violence.

  Swept away by the demonic Oni known as Lord Skavis, the Ogre Magi, she was taken to the inner sanctum of his harem where his First Concubine, a dark Sylvan named Octavia, prepared her for her duties. She hated the red-skinned bitch from the first, but what happened next was transformative.

  Serving the Oni, giving him pleasure, and being pleasured in return, transformed her. It was a baptism by sex. In those wild, kinky, orgasmic moments, she shed her past like an old dress and issued forth a new being; Concubine of the Magi.

  Her new identity seared into her soul so that she emerged, bruised, well fucked, and sticky with the cum of a dimensional godling. Similar to the proverbial phoenix, she left her past in ashes, and prepared to spread new wings, embracing her new existence.

  Only to be betrayed.

  Jealous to the point of fury, Octavia took her to the Oni’s greatest source of power, the Bir El-Arwan, the Well of Souls, on the pretext of introducing her to the Magi’s greatest secrets. But in a single, violent moment, the Sylvan dominatrix shoved her down the well and cast her adrift in time and space.

  The door to the chamber opened and Veronica heard someone enter, jerking her from her reverie.

  Forcing herself to remain calm, she fought to keep her composer. But there was little point in playing the indifferent captive, as soon as the person entered the room, the rapid footfalls hurried to her side.

  “We must hurry,” the voice said. Immediately, she recognized it as the softer spoken servant from earlier.

  Her blindfold was removed, followed quickly by her gag. To her amazement a young woman, perhaps barely out of her teens, helped her, working frantically to untie her wrists. The girl was lovely, but her honey colored hair and clear complexion on a willowy frame were not what stood out. What stood out was the silver metal attachments that formed half the limbs of her body.

  Miraculously, the girl was cyborg.

  The fusion of flesh and metal ran in a seamless blend so that half of her face formed a sort of C-shaped mask, with left jaw and forehead constructed from the wondrous metallic materials. A rigid column ran down her neck and fused with her left shoulder and arm. Another did the same on her spine and left hip and leg.

  When she was freed, Veronica rose, still naked. At some point, she realized, she was simply going to have to find some clothes.

  “Thank you,” she told the girl. She put a hand on her shoulder to emphasis her gratitude and felt the cool plasti-steel of the cybernetic carapace covering the arm. “What is your name?”

  “I am, Zoe?” the girl answered. “a diplomatic courier for the Ogre Magi. I saw his mark upon you. You are a concubine, yes?”

  “Yes,” Veronica answered with some pride. “And I want nothing more than to return to him and leave this world.”

  “This is not a world,” Zoe corrected her. “This is one of the in between places. A realm that serves as a way station for the doorways through the Bir El-Arwan.”

  “Can we return to Lord Skavis?”

  “With your pendent we can, it is the eye of Skelos, and used properly, it allows one to navigate the Well more efficiently. Octavia must be sore pressed at having lost it.”

  “You know?”

  “Yes, it is all the topic of gossip,” she answered. “You must remember, the Well is not just a river through the dimensions, through the realms, but it is also a torrent through time. It travels like a rushing river, but there are eddies and pools as well. When you travel it, you will meet with people for whom the linear chronology of your experience is not matched.” She smiled at Veronica. “You are the human woman who lay with the Ogre Magi in such a manner that the First Concubine grew enraged with jealously.”

  Veronica felt herself flush with pride. “I will return to him.”

  “We both shall,” Sabrina nodded. “But first we must make our journey to the chronosgate kept by the Lord of the Tower.”

  “Won’t it be guarded?”

  “Yes, and well. But I am a courier of Skavis. You bear the Mark of the Magi, and have been gifted the Blood of the Wolfen.”

  “You know?”

  “I told you, time is not flowing the same in the Places In Between, Veronica Doe,”” the cyborg reminded her. “The rumors of what had happened were already old by the time I heard them. This effect happens even more frequently when you have cause to palaver with demons or spirits while travelling the waters of the Well.”

  “So…what? You think we can defeat the guards by ourselves? Warriors?”

  “Mundane warriors,” she corrected. “I, like you, was taken by the Wild Hunt and only then handed over to the Tower Lord.”

  The mysterious lord of the tower whose cock I’ve sucked and cum I’ve swallowed, but whose face I’ve never seen, she thought. She asked, “why have you not defeated these mundane guards before now, if you could?”

  “Because my cybernetic abilities are blunted by one of the Tower Lord’s slave-governors. Everyone here either wears his collar, or is part of his retinue, and so they could not, or would not help me.”

  “Am I able?”

  “It’s not hard as long as you are willing,” she replied.

  “Show me.”

  The beautiful mantronic hybrid turned her shapely back to Veronica. Her form was a wondrous miracle, an artful blending of feminine grace and mechanized beauty. She was a living sculpture. Except for a flat, ugly black box set crudely over the gilded lines of her spinal column. Set among the soft curves and clean angles, the box was an abomination.

  Roughly the size of a deck of playing cards, it featured a tiny blinking light, now burning red, as well a
s a toggle switch set recessed into a protective enclave to prevent the servant wearing it from accessing it.

  Still uncertain it could be this simple, Veronica stepped closer.

  “Be smooth,” Zoe warned. “My power cell sits in the center of my torso. It is strudy, but the wrong action could set it off.”

  “Gods, that’s just great,” she muttered.

  Closing her eyes, she reached out and pushed the toggle over. The light clicked off. There was a sound of a small fan whirring down and then a barely audible chirp as the device powered off. It detached from the cyborg and fell into Veronica’s hand.

  Veronica threw it in the corner. “Let’s get out of here,” she said. “Where is this gateway to the Well of Souls?”

  “We’re in the citadel of the Tower Lord,” Zoe laughed. “It’s at the top of the tower.”

  “A fair plan, for such as it is,” a voice said.

  “The Tower Lord!” Zoe cried. The terror was naked and obvious in her voice. Veronica spun, heart hammering, stomach clenching.

  7.

  A great hand thrust out from a shadowed doorway. The thick fingers were tipped by claws like dagger blades. More of the arm pushed through. The limb was covered by a mottled gray-green hide, and Veronica realized the Tower Lord was entering the chamber from, from someplace…else.

  The demon emerged, awful, bestial, and exuding a raw, evil strength the way a bonfire radiates heat. The door to the chamber swung open, and Veronica threw her back against to slow the reinforcement entering.

  In that heartbeat of time she realized two things. One she was, indeed, faster and stronger than she had a right to be, and two, I sucked that thing’s cock! She paused. And I sucked it good.

  She couldn’t tear her gaze from the demon as it began laughing, the sound deep and low in a grotesquely large chest. It stepped further into the light and she saw it was covered in protrusions of spike-like bone spurs and horns rose in a double row from a lizard head. Its tongue, long and blueish, lashed between fleshless lips. A thick tail swung and curled between tree trunk legs.

  And there, between those massive legs, was the Tower Lords cock, the taste of it still free on Veronica’s tongue. To her, it was least objectionable thing on the demon’s body.

  It threw back its head and roared in glee. “I have come back, sweet girl,” it settled blazing eyes on the cowering cyborg.

  But the governor controlling her actions was dismantled and the woman answered with defiance. “Never.”

  She rose up off her knees. A small light orb of light appeared in her silver-metal hand. Embedded LED circuitry blazed to life along the metallic length of her body. Zoe thrust her hand out and it erupted in a blinding flash. The demon’s laughter turned to shrieks of surprised agony as it flew backward before the brilliance. With a sound like a rock from a siege engine bursting against a castle wall, the door exploded inward and a man dressed in heavy, full metal plate burst into the room.

  She turned by a steel gauntlet slammed Veronica to the floor. The demon rose up before the light wielded by the cyborg. “Kill her,” he ordered. “Kill the cyborg!”

  Veronica rose and groped for a weapon. The walls were lined with instruments of torture, but also of battle. She found a squat, utilitarian looking blade with a single edge. She pulled it free of wall brackets, eyes never leaving the bizarre triangle of cyborg, demon, and faceless knight. She hefted her weapon even as the knight moved to confront Zoe.

  The knight’s sword rose and fell, and the crunch-snik it made as it severed the cyborg’s hand from her metallic arm was sickening. The delicate feminine sculpture of an appendage tumbled away. A last burst of weaponized light exploded out, taking the knight in the faceplate before winking out.

  The knight staggered, lurched, almost dropped his blade, then steadied himself. Zoe screamed as a shower of sparks and stream of blood spurted from her severed wrist. The demon snarled in triumph. Leaping forward, it scooped up the beautiful cyborg in massive claws. The knight stumbled backward, part of his armor melted, clearly blinded.

  “Kill the other one, the demon ordered. “This silver metal toy has earned a slow death.”

  The knight, still unsteady, turned toward Veronica, lifting his weapon. Blood and a sort of viscous fluid that reminded Veronica of clean engine oil, dripped down the edge of the blade, spilled over the cross guard and on to his fist.

  She realized she could never hope to defeat the dark champion’s strength, even with the wolfen’s gift. In that moment a hard truth made itself an epiphany in her mind. Both woman were dead. And the demon had promised to make her suffer before she died. Hope was gone, all they could have was quick deaths.

  She lifted her sword in both hands. The knight stepped forward, leading with the tip of his blade. As the tall, fully armored man loomed over her, Veronica pivoted in a sudden flash, going to one knee. Snapping her arms down, she sent the sword hurtling in a spinning arc.

  The blade carved a path partway through the demon’s arm and struck Zoe deep in the center of her chest where the governor had connected to her power cell. The cyborg gasped, blood pouring from her mouth in a fountain.

  A blazing sun went nova in her torso and she exploded.

  The shockwave sent the demon spinning off to one side before hammering fully into the back of the dark champion’s full metal plate armor. The knight punched forward, head snapping back, and struck Veronica, blasting her out the door and onto the stairwell.

  Stunned at being alive, but fully taken by her adrenaline, Veronica rose, shoving the knight’s body aside. The champion’s head lolled on a broken neck where he’d absorbed most of the blast. It hadn’t been her plan. She’d meant for them all to die, but it was what it was.

  She snatched up the guard’s sword, lifted the blade and wildly cast her gaze around. She felt more than saw the missile coming toward her and ducked as Zoe’s mutilated corpse sailed past her. The cyborg’s limp body slammed up against the wall with an audible crack.

  Stunned, Veronica looked from her broken body as the demon, still very much alive, screamed in berserk rage. Insane with anger, it turned burning dragon eyes to the woman. Ropes of saliva hung from the corners of its snarling mouth.

  Veronica ran.

  Spinning on one heel, she sprinted up the stairs. The broken pieces of the heavy chamber door cluttered the steps and she negotiated them with the agility of a wolf. She wasn’t quite quick enough, and the demon caught her with a claw, leaving a searing wound down the back of one leg.

  Steps fell away behind her, her breath coming in ragged, machinegun bursts, as she sprinted. She passed several doors and bypassed them all, making for the top of the tower. A guard, confused by the noise stepped from one of the doors and she cut him down without thinking twice.

  At the top of the stairs she flung open a door and entered a vast chamber. Suddenly, she knew without thinking the demon was on her. Her lungs worked like bellows and she caught a strange smell of burning ozone as she saw what had to be the chronosgate.

  It stood, incongruous, in the sparse room. It was a literal gate, like those used to close livestock pens. Made of old, weathered wood, it’s crossbar was adorned with strange runes and glyphs that sparkled with azure fire.

  Behind her, the demon swung a long arm and raked a blow across her naked back. The force of the slashing blow sent her tumbling. She spilled forward, somehow turning the fall into a dive, the dive into a shoulder roll that carried her back up to her feet.

  Back slick with her own blood, she was almost to the gateposts and their strangely carved symbols when the demon struck her again. A hard blow caught her ankle and she tripped, losing the sword. Landing hard, she pulled herself forward and latched onto the gatepost. The pendent around her neck was glowing warm against her skin.

  Agony engulfed her as the demon got a grip on her ankle. She rolled onto her back and hammered the hell spawn’s mask of a face with the heel of her free foot. The demon coiled its limbs preparing to pounce. Releas
ing her, it pushed off the ground with both hands to leap.

  She drove her heel into its face again, the impact travelling back up the bones of her leg until the limp vibrated like a tuning fork. Using the energy to push away from the attack, she flipped around and rolled through the gate.

  And fell.

  Above her the frenzied demon snarled and sprang. It hit the air between the ancient gateposts and a verdant flash like a sheet of heat lightening dazzled her eyes. Then she was falling faster and the light of the gateway fell away to a pinprick.

  Then it disappeared altogether.

  And Veronica fell, having no idea where she would next find herself.

  …to be continued…

  In the soon to be released third volume of the Concubines sexual adventures…

  …#3 OF SEX AND SOULS

  END.

  TALES OF THE CONCUBINE

  #3

  OF SEX AND SOULS

  By Vixen Wade

  This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, evens or locals is entirely coincidental.

  Published by Park Place

  Publishing (3P Ventures)

  Copyright 2015 by Vixen Wade and 3P

  Ventures.

  All rights Reserved.

  Catapulted from her world, Veronica Doe found herself trapped in a strange dimension beyond space and time. There, she shed her past and learned to embrace her new sexual adventures across realms of fantasy. Betrayed, and cast adrift in the currents of dimensional time, she searches constantly, seeking to return to her master. In her heart she remains…THE CONCUBINE.

  Veronica woke in an elephant graveyard.

  Hollow-eyed skulls with heavy, curved tusks lay stacked like boulders in fields of ivory under a purple-black bowl of night sky. No sound but her breathing, no movement beyond the rhythm of her chest. Huge rib cages, like jail cells of bone, perched in clumps of long grass.