Thread: Revenge of the Sorceress (Mykhaila & ashrynn)

Ayana had long ago been banished from the kingdom of her birth, a place that she had once quite enjoyed living even with the fact that she was nor born among the so called gentry. She was however born with a very rare ability, magic. Magic had been fading over the last several generations according to all the tales. It was barely passing to future generations in the same families. Her mother however was a sorceress and while her mother often used her gift to help people, Ayana had seen what it cost her and refused to be treated the way her mother was. It was for this reason that she began studying in secret, learning how to use her magic and incorporating darker aspects. Once she got a taste for the darker magic, it became addictive and she delved even further. Those that knew her no longer recognized the sorceress with her blood lust. She used her magic to gain wealth and power, continuing to gain more of both while she began abducting the innocent, using their blood for varied darker spells. Delving into the underworld with her magic, she made pacts giving her soul over to death itself. When the King, who at that time was a prince came upon her she was banished from the kingdom and for a time her magic was bound. However, it didn't take long for her to break the binding and begin to seethe with the need for vengeance. Over thirty years have passed and she has just learned of the perfect way to attain her vengeance. The princess would soon be in her grasp, her slaves were fetching her now and she could hardly contain herself. Soon, the King would find his daughter her most recent victim. As the women surrounded the carriage, the warriors held weapons to the surviving guards. As ordered by their mistress, they saw to it that the ambush caused the princess to be trapped within her carriage until they had routed their foes and saw to their capture. Every male guarding the girl now rested on their knees, hands bound behind their backs. As soon as the girl climbed from the overturned carriage, Vesta reached for her and drew her against her body in a vice like clamp. Another couple of the warriors saw to it the girls hands were bound before her and she whispered coldly in the ear of the princess, No one will know where to find you, Princess. Watch and see what happens to our enemies. With a nod of her head, Vesta signaled for the warriors to cut down those survivors before ordering the girl held. Climbing up on her horse, the princess was lifted before her and Vesta felt the firm little ass against her hard cock. She really hoped that their mistress allowed her to fuck this one. Tying the girls hands to the pommel, she also lashed them back so the girl had less chance to try and get loose. The guards secured her legs to the sides also, one never knew what a desperate girl would do. They weren't taken any chances of disappointing their mistress. Once everything was secure, including any riches the girl had with her, Vesta gave the signal to ride. Now, I wonder what we'll find here, she murmured against the girls ear as she lifted her skirts and with her free hand slid it up the girls inner thigh until she came to where the pussy was covered. Maybe I should cut these off or rip them, give you a taste of your new life as a slave where you'll be fucked by anyone that wants to fuck you. How does that sound princess? She laughed coldly in the ears of the young girl, her other hand lifting to cup a breast, giving it a squeeze that was not all that gentle. I think you'll be whoring for all of us soon enough, have cocks filling your every hole. Vesta was considered a barbarian woman by how she looked, she was extremely broad shouldered, muscled and tall. Her cock wasn't as big as her mistress's but it was damn near. She had been put in charge for a reason.