The Twilight Hunt Chapter 6 - The Luminous Branch

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The Church of the Luminous Branch’s main temple was on the outskirts of Seattle, in what felt like a hip, young part of town. Nothing about the building said that there was anything dangerous or supernatural about it… hell, the building didn’t even say “temple” at a glance. A campus of buildings of marble and polished steel and large, mirror glass windows that caught the midday sun, with broad, well-manicured lawns and groves of trees between them, it looked to all the world like an office park or a possibly a college campus, devoted to the worship of modern living or capitalism rather than one of the world’s most ancient pagan goddesses. Coffee shops, bookstores, boutiques, stylists, and fancy restaurants surrounded it. Nothing here looked at all out of the ordinary.

Selkolla knew different.

The succubus, looking for all the world like an ordinary businesswoman in her early thirties, approached the temple campus. She already didn’t like the prospect of being here, one bit… and wouldn’t have even if she weren’t only here because of her Master’s orders. A strange, uncomfortable energy emitted from the building, emanating outward from the temple. The building was obviously the focal point, but whatever was happening inside there had weakened her even more than she already was with the collar restraining her around her neck. She had to resist the urge to tug at the damned iron thing. Her Master and that bitch Astrid only allowed her very limited use of her powers, even after she had taken her humiliating oath to serve him for the rest of his life. It was utterly degrading to know how completely she had fallen under his way, and even more miserable to know that it meant she not only had to do his bidding and work for him, but she had to play nice. Perhaps if she did what she was told, she would gain some leniency with her owner, instead of the near-constant string of abuse she had gotten since being captured.

Besides… this job offered her some chance to feel like herself again, if only for a few hours, and Selkolla wasn’t about to turn that down.

There wasn’t any security stopping her from walking onto the church’s campus… it was, after all, open to the public and any supplicants. It was only the inner reaches and the facilities that were exclusive to the inducted members. Selkolla took full advantage by walking in like she owned the place, looking around for opportunities… the succubus always went where she pleased. No matter how well she blended in however, she felt out of place here… the modern construction combined with the gardens and the marble felt like an odd mix of almost sterile design with naturalistic, the look seeming sort of like a blend between a Silicon Valley tech giant and a hippy commune.

She half expected someone to stop her, but no one seemed to notice as she grasped the door handle of the main temple in her fingers, pulling the glass door open. The floors inside were a crisp white marble, almost too perfect. All of the art on the walls and on plinths were modern paintings and sculptures, every bit of it beautiful, every bit of it complimenting the surrounding pieces. It was like standing in an art museum that was being browsed by dozens of people walking the halls, meditating, browsing, or simply standing around speaking. Stepping inside took a bit of effort… whatever power emanated from this place made it more difficult to get inside. This place was protected… holy ground, shielded from things like, well, like her. In that way, her bondage helped: with her power unrestrained, she probably wouldn’t have been able to take a step inside. The Muspelhiem iron collar muted her abilities, and they were barely working. Even keeping up the illusion physically hurt, making her muscles tense and her head throb with the headache… but she could walk around.

As she stepped inside, the succubus’s image shifted so smoothly that no mortal eye would notice until she looked like one of the many people moving around. Selkolla wasn’t even sure what she would call them… Holy people? Commune dwellers? Worshipers? Whatever. Her illusion was non-specific… as long as she didn’t draw attention to herself, people would just feel like she fit in as she stood there. If she wanted to actually interact, however, she was going to need to get more specific.

She looked at the… Supplicants, she supposed. They were all dressed in white robes that had green trim around the neck, arms, and hemlines. Tree-hugging freaks. She had no idea what they got out of this, what value they saw in it or any belief in anything, and she didn’t care… all she wanted was to find her target and get out of his miserable, painful fucking place. Her victim would be somewhere in the inner sanctums, reserved for members. It would have been easier if the bitch would simply come outside like these other idiots, but recently the only kind of luck she’d had was bad. Besides, somewhere in the secure areas would probably be the only place she could find the kind of privacy she needed. In order to get in there however, she needed someone to impersonate… and something to wear.

She stood around for a few hours in the entrance hall, her magic making her inconspicuous as she waited around, watching. Predation was like that… patience usually resulted in getting what she wanted. Selkolla hated being patient… but it was smarter, and if she had been patient earlier then Max would be dead rather than her owner. She grimaced, but the succubus bided her time, waiting for someone appropriate to separate herself from the pack.

It took some time, but eventually a victim… volunteered… themselves. Leave it to humans to have stupid vices… like wanting to smoke, but being too embarrassed to do it around others of the church and their “natural” ways. All in all, it amounted to a social animal that relied on the pack to stay safe removing herself from the shelter of her companions. She followed after her, a young woman in her mid-twenties. She looked rather waifish, and especially pale in that white robe, but that didn’t matter to Selkolla… She was happy to work with whatever she got.

The blonde had barely gotten the cigarette out before Selkolla was behind her, grabbing onto a wrist with one hand and wrapping the other around her. Using her other arm as a grip she applied pressure to the girl’s throat, cutting off her air supply. The woman choked and thrashed about for a minute or two, beating her hands against Selkolla’s arm while the succubus again damned Max for the collar and the restriction on her magic that came with it… she could have simply led this tart wherever she wanted. Instead, she needed to physically struggle with her prey like some kind of barbarian. The bitch even tried to use her nails to get out of the hold, but Selkolla held fast, unwilling to yield.

Soon, the girl went limp in her arms, and she was able to drag her away from the compound proper and out into the surrounding woods, leaving behind witnesses as she took her deeper.

In preparation for this Selkolla had set up a small camping spot with several items and tools that she might need earlier this morning, and she had hoped it would go undiscovered… which, apparently, it had. It appeared most of the rich city socialites that frequented this “nature cult” were hypocrites and more interested in the image of their membership than actually risking breaking a heel or a nail walking in the forest. Their squeamishness suited the succubus just fine… She needed information about the inside of the compound and there was only one way to get it. The chances that the girl would talk right away were there, but she had prepared in case her victim turned out to be tighter-lipped.

The camping spot Selkolla had chosen was right in the middle of four large trees. They were spaced out far enough that she was able to place rope around them and use the forest as natural stakes. She tied up her unconscious victim in the middle of the clearing, stringing her limbs between the trees until she was spread in four different directions, grinning down at the woman as she felt more like herself than she had in days. The woman wasn’t exactly her preferred type of prey… more of an appetizer than a meal, so young and innocent. Most likely a gullible idiot sheltered by her parent’s wealth, or else she wouldn’t be a member of this… whatever it was. A church. A commune. A cult. Whatever… It didn’t matter to her.

The blonde awoke in the middle of the clearing while Selkolla sat off to the side by her campfire. She had a metal fire poker from a fireplace, stoking the fire to make the flames dance. The first thing she did was scream, of course… it made the most arousing sounds through the ball gag that she had stuffed between her lips. Listening to the frantic, muffled pleading, and turning to see the young woman stirring and struggling against her bonds, the succubus smiled at her, showing a mouth full of perfect white teeth as she walked over to the woman. She leaned down near her, staring into her eyes, not bothering with her disguises at all… relishing the panic in her gaze. “Good evening,” she said cheerfully. “I’m sorry to say your pleading is really quite useless… we are far out in the woods where your friends can not hear us, and I’m certainly not listening.” Selkolla flicked a finger against her forehead, making her flinch and momentarily shut up beside a cute yelp. “Let me save you some time. Right now, you’re assuring me that you weren’t alone, that people know you were at the church, and that mommy and daddy would be pleased to pay for your return. Unfortunately for you, I don’t want your money, and I couldn’t take it even if I did… and by the time anyone realizes that you are gone, I will most likely already have what I need from you.”

The acolyte pulled against her rope bonds, finding them to be quite taut and unyielding. The panic in her eyes really was adorable but the sight of it was strangely bitter… Selkolla saw herself more in those eyes than she wanted to. How she had broken for her rapist so easily was an unwelcome reminder that, at the end of the way, she was just as much of a piece of fuckmeat as this terrified woman was. It made her angry as the panicking woman continued to plead.

“Oh, shut up. I already know what you are going to say. ‘I don’t have whatever I want, so I can’t give it to you,’ you’ll beg. ‘‘Whatever it is that you have planned, you are never going to get it. I will never tell you anything’.” The succubus rolled her eyes. “You really can’t understand just how glad I am to hear that. You see, life has been… stressful… recently. And a victim to play with is just the thing to take my mind off it. I’m glad you are willing to indulge me and let me have some fun!”

The succubus reached her hand down to her left thigh, pulling out a dagger. The sharp blade angled down and she aimed it for the acolyte’s throat. The sharp-bladed tip dragged over her skin in a light touch, not piercing the skin yet… but the way she shuddered, trying to follow it with wide eyes, was unbelievably hot. When the blade reached the white robes that clung to her young, nubile breasts, Selkolla shifted it upward and then sheathed the knife temporarily. Her fingers gripped the zipper for the robe, slipping it all the way down, letting the robe fall away. She could see that the woman did not wear underwear under the robes. “No undergarments? How daring.” She laughed as she noticed the woman’s breasts. The hard nubs on her chest were already erect and sticking up. The cold air from the forest swept through, brushing over the woman’s bared skin. She shook her head. “What’s the matter… not allowed to wear undergarments in the commune? Are panties unnatural or unholy?” Selkolla sneered at her. Even as she did, though, she made a note not to wear any underwear.

Selkolla leaned down next to the woman’s right side, still chuckling as her left hand drew the blade, dragging it over the acolyte’s stomach and bringing it toward her breast. The blade touched the exposed flesh and circled up until it touched her nipple. “Poor girl. I bet that that robe must feel awful on your naked body… but don’t worry, I’ll take care of that for you.” She leered suggestively down at the acolyte. “I wonder how you people think about sex. Are you as prudish as most modern religions… or do you conform yourself against it? Have you convinced yourself that sex is liberating?” The succubus chuckled darkly as she reached down, Selkolla’s finger and thumb clamped down over the woman’s nipple, pinching hard on it. “Are you feeling liberated?”

Her victim moaned into the gag, then shook her head. It was time to get this started. “I have questions. You have answers. When I get those answers, we can be finished. Tell me… what goes on in that temple exactly? Tell me where I can find the inner chambers within. Tell me where I can find Nicia.” She leaned over the woman as she made her demands, tightening her fingers and twisting harder on her sensitive flesh until the blonde was screaming in pain under the gag… her body twisting, struggling against the ropes. Only after she finished, leaving the woman panting, did she reach down and remove the woman’s ballgag. “Answer me!”

The acolyte shook her head vehemently, still panting, trying to catch her breath. Eventually, she forced the words out. “I… can’t… We are forbidden from discussing the sacred temple or what happens inside with outsiders.” She gritted her teeth tight. Despite herself, Selkolla was a little impressed. It was more steel and restraint than Selkolla thought the fragile thing would show.

The succubus let a predatory smile spread across her face. This was going to be fun. “Oh, forbidden is it? I like forbidden things a lot. I might teach you some of the forbidden things that I know.” Her fingers slid down the woman’s body, coming to her pussy. The blonde hairs covered her mound in a soft, small blanket. Selkolla never had problems instinctively knowing the weak points of her victims. Guided by the wyrd, the succubus’s instincts led her unerringly as she inserted her middle and ring fingers into the woman, finding the more sensitive spots in her victim’s erogenous zone. She directed pressure there with her fingertips, making the blonde moan in sudden and unexpected pleasure. Selkolla’s smile widened, and her thumb traced over her clit. “Why don’t we make a game of it? Hold out of me, and I will make you wish you had never been born. Tell me what I want to know and I will let you cum instead.”

This was a well-practiced tactic for the succubus… it normally worked on most people. Humans liked pleasure more than pain. The mingled oath of pain with a promise of a denied pleasure was often enough to make them break, but so far this canary showed no indication that she was going to start singing. Perhaps the promise of pleasure was something that did not motivate her properly. The woman shook her head several times, even though her body screamed to be fucked and her pussy dripped around Selkolla’s fingers.

The succubus shook her head… Since pleasure wasn’t motivating her little bird, she would have to resort to more direct solutions. She pulled her fingers out of the blonde and licked them clean, slowly, sensually. “Too bad. You could have made this easier, you know. I guess we do it the hard way.” She balled her hand into a fist, slowly, one finger at a time and directly in the woman’s gaze… and then punched down into the woman’s stomach.

A winded gasp escaped from her lips. She coughed several times, turning her head to the side as she attempted to curl up in a ball and was unable to with how she was bound. She twisted, writhing, choking, and then she actually threw up on the forest floor. Selkolla hissed at her, wiping her shoe off with annoyance with some of the girl’s dangling hair. “Where is the daughter of Skuld? Tell me where she is, how I can find her!” she demanded again. Her hand slapped across the woman’s face, brutally hard. Her forward hand smacked into the left cheek and her backhand crashed down against her right cheek an instant later.

The woman shook as she stared up at Selkolla. She was in pain and scared but she clearly didn’t want to tell the woman anything. Selkolla wasn’t sure if she was stupid, loyal, or just more afraid of the head of the church than the succubus, but she was going to fix that. Squeezing her hands into fists in her anger as she loomed over the woman, Selkolla stepped back and kicked the woman in the side. Selkolla wasn’t feeling especially subtle today, or like holding back… she had been so helpless recently, and any chance to make herself feel powerful and in control once more was desperately needed. Lifting one hand, she drove her fist into one of her victim’s tits.

The blonde howled in pain as the succubus punched her breast as hard as she could, as hard as mere muscle could allow while her collar restricted her magic. Her fist smashed against her left breast next and the stupid bitch cried out in pain, whimpering like a pathetic little whore at the agony of the punch and hating herself for it. "You can either be a useful source of information or a punching bag,” Selkolla promised. “Your choice.”

She slammed her hand down again at the same time her other hand resumed its place inside of her cunt, slowly pumping and grinding away as she began rapidly beating her fists into the blonde’s breasts with rapid punches. Restrained in the ropes, all the captive young woman could do was hang there in place, letting out grunts and cries as her cunt proclaimed its need even while her lovely tits were treated like meat in need of tenderizing by the monstrous woman. Each time her fist connected, the hard impact made soft, vulnerable tit-flesh bounce and jiggle freely. Selkolla knew that only about half of her sounds were from the pain… even being beaten, the level of pleasure her fingers could bring to her unwilling victim was insanely distracting. The succubus could make her cum like this, twitch and writhe in ecstasy even as her breasts were turned into black and blue lumps. It would be so humiliating for her, and it wouldn’t even be difficult. As appealing as that was, however, it would go against what she threatened the woman with… so as her victim got close to cumming, Selkolla took a break from brutally beating her tits to flash her fist against the woman’s face instead.

The blonde’s head snapped back, dazed and half-maddened, and at the same time Selkolla twisted her clit. She was too breathless to scream, but her whole body rippled in agonized contractions, her eyes rolling back and her jaw going a bit slack. “Wake up, bitch!” she snapped before delivering another volley of blows to the unknown girl’s breasts, her fists a blur as she brutally beat the stubborn, resisting slut. Each heavy blow of her fists made her gag while blood and tears flowed readily down her arrogant, pretty face and stained her bright blonde hair as she was beaten, Selkolla treating the whore like nothing but a fat-fitted target dummy for her fists.

She did this until she was tired. Normally a succubus would be able to go for hours like this… physical activity was nearly tireless for her. Now after just a few minutes she was tired and breathless. Angrboda would laugh herself sick at how pathetic her daughter had become, how large a letdown her weapon was. The blonde slut hung there in the ropes as she tried to catch her breath, sobbing weakly and sniffling like a pathetic piece of street meat. "You crying now?” Selkolla mocked viciously. “This too rough for you?” The demoness stood up and went back to the fire, grabbing the poker with its end glowing red hot. She brandished it, letting her see the smoking end as she approached the vulnerable woman menacingly. “I’m beginning to grow impatient, you arrogant child,” she whispered furiously. “If you don’t tell me what I want to know, this is going someplace you don’t want it to go.” To demonstrate, she lightly touched the end of it to the woman’s bare left thigh.

A sizzle emitted as the poker branded the girl on the thigh, and the acolyte screamed in pain. “PLEASE! STOP! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!!”

Selkolla smiled, and dropped the poker to smolder on the forest floor. “Yes… yes you will,” she said, dropping to her knees between the blonde’s legs. She opened her mouth, and brought it down on the woman’s pretty little pussy, pushing her tongue momentarily inside of her before licking it once over her clit. “Now… tell me… or I’ll see how hard it is to bite this little nub off…”

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Less than an hour later, Selkolla strode confidently through the compound wearing the blonde girl - Samantha’s - face, her glamours covering what little of her the white robe did not. The pretty blonde was currently tied up in the trunk of a car… Selkolla would dump her in the bad part of town on the way out. For now, her existence was an excellent disguise.

With everything she learned from her captive, Selkolla was able to pass through the doors to the inner chambers of the temple building without issue. Back here, the place more closely resembled an office complex and a dormitory than a place of worship, but Nicia’s chambers turned out to be empty. There were, according to her very cooperative captive, only two other places the woman was likely to be found. If she wasn’t in her room, then she was either in her offices or the inner sanctum… the smaller, more private chapel that the inner circle did their rituals within. Eliminating the office was easy - it was well labeled, and unfortunately empty, which meant she needed to make her way to the smaller temple.

It was, unfortunately, slow going to make her way to the inner sanctum without being stopped. While she was allowed back here, moving around towards the inner sanctum without a reason was still suspicious, and there were far more guards around here than a genuine temple should have… far, far more than the succubus cared for. With careful timing and luck however, she managed to find her way through and into the inner sanctum to where her target would be, stepping inside… and laying eyes on Nicia for the first time.

Selkolla knew that the youngest daughter of Skuld wasn’t actually a young woman but she looked like one… young enough that someone should know better than to think such thoughts about her and beautiful enough not to care… Nicia looked absolutely ravishing. Her mother’s divine heredity shone through in her smooth skin, sharp features, and dark hair that seemed to swallow the light. When she looked up to see Selkolla, still in Sam’s face, her eyes looked larger than human, beautiful and innocent and kind. She wore a dark green robe unlike the others in the compound, embroidered with gold and green thread in the shape of leaves, and she was absolutely gorgeous. There was power beyond authority coming from her as well… a sense of metaphysical weight that the demon could just barely detect with her collar-muted senses. It would leave her stronger, quicker, more durable than a normal human, her fae blood giving her abilities beyond the normal. It might even make her smarter, give her some resistance to magic…

But Selkolla had been born for this. Collar or no collar, holy ground or no, there wasn’t a man or woman born that desired her that she could not have. If the Gods couldn’t resist her, then what chance did this childish tart have?

The collar burned painfully as Selkolla reached deep inside of her and pushed… and she was rewarded when the woman in front of her gasped, Nicia’s eyes widening. With a lustful, casual stride, she sashayed over to the woman, hips and ass dancing from side to side in a blatantly suggestive way. She turned up her seductive powers, letting her pheromones drift into the air, pressing harder… and she felt it when that power met her attraction and connected. Their information was good, it seemed… Nicia did prefer the company of women.

That attraction was her doom… the moment someone decided they wanted Selkolla, there was no one in the nine realms capable of resisting her beauty. Such was mother’s magic: every nagging thought that she shouldn’t be here, every bit of concern or paranoia, every trace that something was wrong… none of it could find purchase on the woman’s mind anymore as she closed in, Nicia’s eyes following her raptly as Selkolla gave a seductive smile. Her fingers reached over to touch the green robe she wore, fingers tracing over the fabric. “Forgive my intrusions sister… but you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on…”

Nicia swallowed hard. The actual words that Selkolla spoke didn’t matter… only the intention, the magic, behind them did. With her seduction turned up to eleven and laying on the power her mother gave her this thick, there was no way that the buxom beauty could say no… And lucky for Selkolla, she didn’t. Nicia even stuttered when she first spoke, the adorable little thing. “Hel-l-lo. Oh, my goddess, you are the most heavenly thing I have laid eyes on…” She held out her hand to Selkolla.

Taking the woman’s hand in her own, she was able to have a more direct influence over her, and their connection became positively electric to the succubus. “Nicia… Perhaps there is somewhere more private that we can get to know each other?” Selkolla leaned in closer, letting her hot breath brush over Nicia’s ear. A visible shudder coursed down the woman’s body. She visibly gulped down her words and simply nodded rapidly, though her legs didn’t move. Nicia only managed to be urged into motion when Selkolla tugged on her hand. It was good that the succubus knew where her chambers were because the woman walked in so much of a daze that there was no prayer that she could lead them anywhere. Instead, the demoness lead her by the hand, back to her bed chambers, and away from prying eyes.

Once they were in private Selkolla didn’t waste time. Her hands moved smoothly over the other woman’s shoulders, letting the robe she wore come off them and drop quickly to the floor. The daughter of the ancient fae was naked beneath it, her succulent, beautiful body now laid bare before Selkolla like a feast waiting to be consumed. The beautiful pitch black hair cascaded down to her shoulders in curly locks, and her wide brown eyes were so dilated with pheromones and lust that they were nearly black as they stared into Selkolla’s with eager anticipation. The excitement showed on her body too. Her nipples were already hard and excited and her pussy dripped her lust down her inner thighs.

The idiot.

Selkolla pushed her down onto the bed and climbed over top of her. The woman didn’t resist… the demoness couldn’t even tell if her conscious mind was aware of what was happening to her. Her animal brain, her raw need, was overwhelming her rational thought completely, taking away any ability for doubt or caution to even occur to her. Her legs scissored between the woman’s own, pressing her pussy right up against the half-faerie’s mound. A slow, deliberate grind started as Selkolla pushed forward, pressing her sex down against Nicia’s pussy lips, rubbing against her in an erotic dance of seduction as she continued to stare right into the other woman’s eyes.

The half mortal woman, the priestess of the temple, had absolutely no idea what had hit her. The pheromones and emotions overwhelmed her into clay in the succubus’s hands, the way that her master should have been. Nicia rocked against the bucking motions, eagerly thrusting her hips back. Her eyes were wild with excitement, her fingers splayed across her green bed sheets, gripping into them. Before long she was arching her back, throwing her head into the pillow and crying out with a long, loud moan of pleasure. Her body shaking from an earth-shattering orgasm.

The orgasm hit the demon like she had just injected cocaine into her veins. It was sweet energy, life itself, and it made her long for nothing more than to rip this slut’s throat out with her teeth, feel her big death to follow the little one. Instead, she pulled on the thread of that orgasm, drawing more of it and the life energy that came with it, into herself. Sliding down the bed, Selkolla placed her hands onto the woman’s thighs, forcing them apart. She leaned her head down, putting her tongue to work between those legs.

Selkolla’s tongue dipped into the sweet nectar, licking through the pink folds and tasting the liquid desire… and the succubus was delighted to find that she tasted worthy of her heritage. Her flavor was not that of a common mortal whore, like the blonde earlier had been… no, this was absolutely Skuld’s daughter, and a hint of her mother’s power tickled Selkolla’s tongue, urging her to consume it whole. Pressing her hands down onto Nicia’s stomach, she kept her in place. Selkolla’s tongue danced through her pussy lips, licking and lapping at her pussy to bring her closer to another orgasm. It was too easy. Nicia gripped her hands into Selkolla’s hair, tension through every bit of her body as she cried with need while the succubus pressed her face hard between her legs. Her hips eagerly bucked up to meet the demon’s tongue. She let out a passionate cry as she orgasmed once more, exploding on Selkolla’s face as her sweet wetness coated the succubus's lips and chin.

Again, Selkolla began to lick. The other woman actually tried to push her away from her oversensitive clit but her efforts were pathetic and easily ignored. She licked and sucked and lapped and nibbled and the woman erupted again… more thrashing, more moans, and more of that adrenal rush of utter pleasure through the succubus, again and again. Each time, though, Nicia’s reaction was weaker. Each time she seemed more determined in her resistance, some inkling that something was wrong peeking through… but each time Nicia was weaker as well, that resistance mattering even less. Selkolla was draining her dry, leeching strength and vitality from her in a way she wished to all the aesir and vanir and jotun and monsters she could do to her Master, and each time Nicia got a little more helpless, a little closer to death. She could kill her like this, she knew… it was how Baldur had died. The invincible man, whimpering his way through his final orgasms until there was nothing special about him whatsoever… until when her teeth found his throat and she tasted his blood he was like any other man. Compared to him, Nicia would die with barely a ripple.

Instead, when she was dazed and senseless and unmoving on the bed, Selkolla stopped. She pulled her head away from the half-faerie’s pussy, giggling as she walked back to retrieve her own robe, the illusion falling away to reveal the succubus beneath it. A syringe waited inside it, filled with drugs to make sure the dazed woman would not be waking from her helpless, mindless state until they were long gone. Walking with none of the sexuality in her gait now, she stepped in front of the oblivious priestess, clamped a hand down on the half-faerie’s mouth, and pushed the iron needle into her neck. There was a sharp sizzling sound and a flash of light, and Selkolla winced but squeezed the plunger as quickly as she could. It was a testament to how tired and weak Nicia was that she barely even jumped as her skin was impaled on iron, and Selkolla could effortlessly keep her still with one hand. “Shh, it's all over now, princess. He has you now, too. You are going to help me… and him… get what he wants.” The woman’s eyes lit up one last time, a tiny bit of clarity coming into them as they saw the demon’s eyes staring into hers. Then the sedative took over, and she passed out.

From there, it was easy. Selkolla took on Nicia’s form, packed the woman into a suitcase, and summoned some of the guards. It pleased her to have one of the guards who should have been responsible for protecting the priestess be the one who had to lift the heavy suitcase, taking it out to the car that she had called for. Then “Nicia” stepped into the vehicle, told the other green-robed woman who asked that she had business to attend to and would be back in a few days, and then disappeared into the evening light without a trace.

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Everything was going quite well. A quick drive to switch into the far less ostentatious vehicle that she had brought, and then Selkolla dumped this one in a bad part of town where a vehicle this nice would get stolen or stripped in hours. She left sexy blonde Samantha tied up in the backseat, and by the time she walked away she noticed a few people already taking notice of her. She suspected that the woman would be filled with cock within minutes, and the car torn apart for what made it valuable in just a little more time. It was only justice… that was what Max was doing to her, after all. Why should anyone else get to escape?

After getting rid of anything that might draw attention to her, Selkolla turned to her passed out prize and took her back to the small, secluded home Max had rented miles and miles away from the compound… and the moment she was back there, her work was finished. The rest of the plan was in Max’s hands, off in South America. She didn’t need to do anything else but sit back and pass the time… but why should she do that when she had a perfect good toy to play with and for what might be the only opportunity she had for the rest of Max’s life no one was around to make sure she was miserable. She could feel like herself, if only for a little bit. Before when she had been nice and given her orgasms, that was the trickery part. She was now in full sadist mode. After all the pain that had been inflicted on her by her captor and mistress, she wanted to work out her frustrations.

A little bit of screaming was in order.

The house they had rented was far enough away from anything that the only way they would be discovered would be by pure coincidence… no one was going to hear anything out here. It wasn’t exactly run down or anything but it was certainly old. Selkolla had Nicia bound up on the old wrought iron bed with a ratty, worn-out mattress laying on top of it, the half-fae just beginning to stir… so Selkolla clamped the woman’s pretty new collar around her neck. It matched her own, enslaving her just as thoroughly. The only difference between them was that this one had a chain attaching it to the iron bed.

The reaction was immediate. For Selkolla, the Muspelheim iron collar grounded out her magic and caused her some pain when she tried to draw on it or her monstrous nature was put into question. Other than that though, it was just a piece of metal around her neck. Unlike Selkolla, the beauty bound up on the bed had fae blood running through her. She came awake screaming, her skin making a sharp sizzling noise. Fae reacted very badly to iron… it crippled them, causing them severe pain. True iron would have likely caught fire from the contact. Muspelheim iron didn’t cause quite as much pain as Midgar’s iron, but it didn’t burn either… it would stay there, forcing her to endure the pain forever.

“AGGHHH!” she screamed, thrashing. Nicia reached up to try to get the collar off of her, but it burned her fingers the second she touched the iron to try and pull it off and she accomplished nothing. “Get this fucking thing off of me!” She wailed, struggling on the old bed. Her body contorted on the surface of it as she tried to get free from the pain. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her neck tugged on the chain that held her to the bed.

Shaking her head, Selkolla tsked. “Oh no. Not taking that off of you, pretty little thing. You’ll be wearing that for the rest of your life, I expect…” She wasn’t wearing any illusions anymore, her true form on full display. She leaned down, looming over her. “Welcome to my hell, slut.” The succubus reached for a wooden paddle she had stored in a box near the bed that contained a whole arrangement of fun items she thought she would need to torture this poor soul. This particular paddle had studs in it… steel studs. Selkolla came over to the fae on the bed, raising the paddle up and bringing it crashing down on the bound girl’s ass cheeks. A loud smack echoed out from the impact, leaving a pink print on her cheek and bringing a flash of light where the iron touched her. It left burn scars that appeared a few moments later where the studs had touched her, and heat radiated off the paddle as Nicia screamed again. “Oh, look at that!” she said, purring. “That is such a pretty pattern, isn’t it? Do you like pain, little slut?”

She swung her paddle again, hitting Nicia's ass even harder. This time the strike made her jump from the bed mattress, her body reacting without thinking. She ended up writhing on the bed, trying to crawl away without hands and knees into a position away from the pain… but there was nowhere to go, nothing to do. Selkolla swung again, striking her ass with a resounding crack. Nicia whimpered when she felt it, the sound almost lost in the sharp snapof the iron reacting with the fae-blooded girl. Her eyes filled with tears as her bound hands moved like desperate claws, digging her fingers into the ratty mattress, tearing into the fabric. Her nails wern't sharp enough to cut deep, but the mattress was so old that it easily tore in her desperation. “Please! Stop this! I will give you anything you want!”

That was an interesting proposal to Selkolla. She smirked, striking the fae again and noting the licks of flames darkening the wood as the iron began to catch fire, burning away the wood behind it. She struck Nicia again for good measure. “Oh? Anything sounds like fun, but it's hardly creative. Where would my imagination wander?” She tapped the paddle lightly against her ass cheeks this time. It wasn’t hard like last time, but the real pain wasn’t from the impact… it was the iron, and that alone was enough to make the woman wince. “What, specifically, will you do to entertain me, instead of continuing with this?”

Nicia turned her head, looking over her shoulder. The naked brunette had mascara running down her face. Wide eyed, it took long seconds for Nicia to put her thoughts together enough to form words. “I… I have money! I’ll give it to you. My car… Jewelry! It’s yours, you can have it!” She gulped as she felt that paddle over her ass cheek again; even the lightest touch of iron was agony.

Selkolla laughed. “All your money?” she asked, smiling. “Every cent in the temple’s bank account?” Nicia wasn’t a member of the Oathpact, but she was at least partly fae… for her, promises were even more binding that Selkolla’s were. If she made a promise, it was as good as done… the fae couldn’t get out of it no matter how hard she tried. The pretty brunette nodded her head several times, sniffling. Her tears fell down onto the stained mattress. “I promise that, if you release me, I will sign over every cent I have access to,” she pleaded, breathing heavily, looking over her shoulder at Selkolla.

Selkolla smirked… her recent stupidity had taught her a thing or two. “Ah, I see. So all the money is in your Mother’s name, then. Woooooorthless,” she mocked, raising the paddle back into the air and smashing it down hard over Nicia’s ass. Those ass cheeks brightened again, burning red from the swift sting, and the paddle actually burst into flames, making the succubus laugh as she batted it out on the mattress.

“OWW! I promised!” Nicia squealed out in pain, crawling forward on the bed as much as she could while bound hand and foot. Her legs slid forward, attempting to get away from the paddle. Her knees and legs almost twisted as she writhed. She sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks, and her black mascara looked an absolute mess on her face.

The succubus sat on the bed next to Nicia. “Oh, I know you did. Unfortunately, you bargain with worthless coin… and I know it.” She didn’t mention that she had her own obligations that prevented her from setting the faerie free… it was fun to get her hopes up. So, what else will you promise me?” She reached under Nicia, putting her fingers over the woman’s breasts. She pinched hard on those nipples, twisting to where it felt like she would tear them off.

“What do you want?!” She screamed out. Nicia’s body attempted to curl into a fetal position to protect her stomach and breasts, but the succubus had a firm grasp on those nipples. She turned and twisted them viciously.

Selkolla licked her lips, and a mischievous thought occurred to her. “How about you tell me where your mother is,” she asked. That information might help her master… if she surprised him, maybe she could get some small mercy. She doubted that sadist would give her much, but even a tiny shred would be something. If she was to be a slave, she would far rather be a useful tool and pet than an abused, hated cumdumpster.

Nicia shook her head and screamed as the paddle found her again. “I don’t know!” she swore. “I don’t know, I don’t know, please don’t hurt me…”

Selkolla sighed. Pathetic. As if this bitch had anything useful to give up. The succubus tossed down the scorched and dying paddle as she moved back over to her box of toys, rummaging through it and pulling out a sizeable strap-on dildo. The toy looked way too big to fit into Nicia’s pussy, or anyone else's. More like a vanity gift than something that was intended to feel good inside of a woman. Unfortunately for Selkolla, Max wasn’t the kind to care. Unfortunately for Nicia, neither was she. “Please! I’ll do anything! I promise you anything! I’ll give you everything that you want! You’re not supposed to hurt me any more!” The fae struggled against her chain, but the more she did the more the mythical iron burned into the soft flesh of her neck.

Selkolla strapped the dildo across her hips and got onto the bed behind the noirette. Her hands smacked across the red cheeks of her ass, trying to land on the highest concentration of burn marks she could find, and she grabbed hold of the faerie’s wide hips. She jerked Nicia back on the bed, pulling her up and back into a doggy style position. The head of that overly large dildo prodded between Nicia’s legs, rubbing against her pussy. “So… you’ve been very greedy so far,” the succubus teased. “All those orgasm I gave you, and you haven’t repaid the favor even once. I think it’s time we do something about that… don’t you?”

“NO! NO! NO! It’s too big! What do I have to promise to get you not to hurt me? I’ll do anything!” Nicia was desperate to get away from the pain she was feeling. Her neck burned like the sun right now and her ass cheeks stung. Her sensitive nipples felt raw from how hard the succubus had twisted them. She only wanted to be free from the pain.

The succubus moved her hand between Nicia’s thighs, stroking her fingers over those damp pussy lips. “Do you think I can fuck you hard enough that I can make myself cum that way?” the succubus mused. “I’d have to ram you hard to get enough vibrations.” To add emphasis to this, she rubbed the head of that enormous dildo over Nicia’s pussy. It was a threat of things that were still to come. “Or do you think I’ll have to crawl onto your face once I’m done?”

With a whimpering sob, Nicia put her head down. “Please… just let me lick you. I’ll be good. I’m good at it, I swear I am!” the priestess sniffled, crying because she was beginning to realize that it was hopeless. Burying her head into the stained mattress, Nicia cried into the dirty fabric. The smell of alcohol and weeks old sex emanated from it, and Selkolla could only imagine how dirty she felt being on it… the succubus felt filthy enough being in her position. Regardless, her attention shifted when she felt the head of that enormous plastic toy spreading her pussy lips apart, gasping. “Noooo!!!” She screamed out as the large head penetrated her pussy lips. Her eyes went wide in horror. The pain of that too large cock ripping through her insides. Her pussy clung tightly to the member, but not to welcome it inside. Her silky walls desperately attempted to push the head of that dildo out of her.

Selkolla took no mercy on the little whore. She kept a firm grip on Nicia’s hips and thrust forward rapidly to rape the poor woman on the bed. Like a woman possessed, she slammed that hard toy into the woman repeatedly, fucking her hard and fast… determined to fuck her harder yet than Max had raped her. Nicia screamed in pain as her tight little pussy got torn wider by the thickness of the hard plastic cock. The member was utterly unyielding, nowhere near as forgiving as a real cock would have been as Selkolla rammed it against her dark haired girl’s cervix. She yelped out in pain, struggling to get away, crying for her mother. “I’m sorry mother! Forgive me! Help me!” she sobbed while the succubus raped her on the dirty bed. “Skuld! Skuld! Skuld! Answer me!”

Selkolla smirked. “That won’t work,” she purred. “Now with that collar on you. No magic for you… not even the simplest kinds.” The springs squeaked loudly and the bed shook from the force as she raped her with deep strokes. The demoness had almost the full length of the toy buried deep in the faerie. She rammed it forward hard, breaking into the woman like she was stabbing her rather than fucking her. Nicia screamed out, and Selkolla kept going, laughing to herself. “You’re lucky I didn’t have an iron dildo,” she said with a pleased little laugh. “But Mistress Astrid is a blacksmith… I’m sure she could whip up something suitable for you.”

Selkolla rammed and rammed and rammed and rammed as hard as she could, slamming into the slut until the succubus was frustratingly winded yet again. Instead of letting it get to her, however, she simply pulled out of the stupid little faerie girl and grabbed her by the hair, moving to sit on her face instead. After all, she thought as she settled her dripping wet cunt onto the sobbing priestess’s mouth, if she lacked her supernatural stamina and needed to wait to recover, there were at least ways that she could make the best of it…

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