Silken Rapture (Princes of the Underground 2)

“No,” she snarled.

“Do you want me to say the word, Shirian? Funny thing about magic. If you piss me off enough, I will think the incantation so strongly, I won’t have to say it aloud. You will just find yourself in the tunnels again, powerless vapor. And know that if you do not submit to me, I will never summon you past the boundaries of Sanctuary and into the crystal room again. You will never again find yourself clothed in this beautiful flesh. Never.”

She scurried to take the position he commanded. He helped her, since she needed to maintain contact with the crystal with at least one hand. A moment later, he stood back and inspected her. She knelt, her legs spread widely, her knees squeezing the opposite corners of the ottoman. Her torso slanted down, her hands bracing her against the bottom of the crystal and the floor. She was spread so thoroughly that her clit, pink pussy and anus were all exposed to his appreciative gaze. He saw how her ribs contracted and expanded, and knew that the position was not a comfortable one for her to hold.

He stroked her bottom, reminding her of his power. The globes of her cheeks were warm and firm.

“Will you just get this over with?” she snarled.

“Certainly. If you wish.”

He moved away from her and gathered a few items. He’d come prepared for this ritual, and had carried more than his instruments of magic to the crystal room. Although, in these circumstances, these items were as much instruments of magical demon control as the athame, a chalice or censers and incense.

He tied a rubber fastener at the tops of her thighs, just beneath her buttocks. It bit into her tender flesh, but he was careful not to fasten it too tight. The restraint limited her movement, and increased her discomfort, but beyond that, he enjoyed how much it plumped her buttocks from below.

“Ouch. That hurts,” Shirian mumbled.

“Then you must learn to endure it, Shirian. I have told you there is power in submitting. When we are through with your lesson, you will begin to equate submitting, and yes, a small measure of pain, with power. If you do submit, I will allow you longer and longer periods in flesh. If you are very compliant, I may even find a way for you to remain clothed in flesh for days at a time—almost permanently.”

She made an angry, rebellious sound in her throat, but for a split second before she had, he’d sensed her peaked interest. He responded by picking up the paddle and whacking her ass. He continued for several minutes to paddle her, his strokes firm and unrelenting, if not cruel. He guessed that the humiliation was enough to conquer Shirian, and excessive pain was not typically his primary means of subjugati

on.

He knew he’d been correct in his estimation when she tearfully begged him to stop a while later.

“Your spanking will be finished when you ask me politely to fuck you in the ass,” he told her before he paddled her again. He sensed how tense she became at his words, but he didn’t waver before he smacked her ass yet again.

“I am the Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt. I do not take it in the ass.”

“You were once the Queen and Pharaoh of Egypt. Once. Long, long ago. You once didn’t take it in the ass. You were one of the only women in Egyptian history to hold both titles at once. I’ve heard about your ceremonies of subjugation. You wore a strap-on dildo and forced the leader of vanquished enemies to bend over so that you could show his watching troops who his new master was. Traditionally, the pharaohs allowed the fallen leader the choice of death or submission, and many chose death. But when Shirian the Magnificent came to power, she disposed of the choice. They all bent over for you, didn’t they, Bitch?” He emphasized the last by grabbing one of her plump buttocks and giving it a stinging downward slap with the paddle. “But that was once, Shirian. Now you are nothing but a nasty, petulant little demon.”

She cursed him viciously in ancient Egyptian.

“You can always let go of the crystal,” he mocked softly.

She made a choking, tearful sound, but her hands on the crystal did not waver.

He stepped back and inspected her spread pussy. He smiled. “Despite your protests, you’re getting very creamy, Shirian.” He shoved two fingers into her slit, causing a wet sound as he stirred in her tissues, forcing her to not only feel, but hear her submission.

She moaned brokenly.

“That’s right,” he said soothingly as he began to finger-fuck her. “There’s no shame in it. Tell me you’d like my cock in your ass. Tell me you’d like me to use you for my pleasure.”

“No. Never,” she groaned even as she began to shift her hips to get better friction against his fingers.

He withdrew and began to paddle her ass again. She growled in rising frustration. When her buttocks felt tight and hot beneath his stroking fingertips, he paused.

“I can see it will take more to convince you,” he murmured as he set down the paddle. He picked up a slender butt plug and lubricated it. He heard her groan and glanced up to see she’d turned her head and was watching him with one wide, dark eye. He merely smiled before he pressed the rubber instrument against her anus.

She moaned loudly when he started to push it in.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s not very large,” he murmured humorously. His amusement slowly faded as he watched himself push the tool fully into her rectum. He could tell by the level of pressure that was required that she was very tight. He did not perform this ceremony for his own pleasure, but for the purpose of power.

It would, however, be a delight to fuck the demon-bitch’s virgin ass.

Her moans sounded a little desperate. He glanced down and inspected her flagrantly exposed sex. Sure enough, her labia, clit and slit glistened with arousal.

“You know what you have to do, Shirian,” he crooned before he applied light pressure on the butt plug and landed a brisk spank on a cheek.