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Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

As the ghoul stirred behind her, Rhiannon stiffened. Had what the necromancer said been true? She gulped. Then, at the first violent tug against the belts on the bodice of her dress, she yelped. In sudden panic, she squirmed and tried to loosen herself from the beast's grip. But he was too strong, his one massive arm more than sufficient to hold her slight form in place. No! she screamed at her summon. Stop it! Obey me! ME! Her shouting did no good, the creature was obeying her. He was just a little confused. The girl struggled more, kicking and and stomping against her captive. But it was immovable as stone. He continued to peel away her clothing, revealing more an more of her soft, warm skin. She shuddered from the exposure, suddenly chilled from it and her captor's dead body pressed against her back provided no warmth. She gasps, both startled and appalled, as her creamy breasts were freed from their bindings to flush and stiffen at the shock of cold air. For a minute she could only gape, unable to speak from embarrassment. Ouch! Don't you d- let go! she protested as the enchantress toyed with the sensitive, pink bud. It hardened in the woman's grasp while pained tears sprang unbidden to the girl's eyes. This isn't what I meant! I-it's a lie! A trick! Of course, that wasn't true. Only she could scarcely admit it to herself, much less the woman standing in front of her. Still, this was exactly what the little aspiring necromancer had planned. Minus, perhaps the nipple teasing. She hadn't allowed herself to be that creative. Though, now that she thought of it, the necromancer in front of her certainly had an ample pair, larger than her own even. Wouldn't it be excellent punishment to have her beast's rough hands tease and pull and torture them a little? The idea of the woman's eyes tearing as it groped her, was a dull comfort to the girl now trapped. I am CALM, she hissed, her trembling voice betraying the truth. And when I regain control of it, I'm gonna pay you back for this. The girl, for the moment, seemed to be missing the point entirely.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Of course it's a trick, the mistress chuckled softly, But it is what you truly want, if not actually for yourself. The beast following her mind's vengeance roughly grabbed at her bared breasts. It squeezed her flesh with it's cold, strong fingers, capturing her nipples to pinch sharply. Tugging on her sensitive nubs exactly how she imagined, the Mistress had omitted to mention the delay that was involved. Whatever thoughts went through Rhiannon's mind first transmitted to the necromancer. Just long enough to ensure that any malicious thoughts would be acted out upon the young girl. It would be easy enough to think over what was happening to herself and with the mental target's switched the beast would also switch. This little delay would give the Mistress time to reassign. It also gave the advantage that the little girl could dwell on her nasty thoughts for a few moments before they were acted upon. Any reversal of orders would suffer a smaller delay, else she'd never learn. Technically I am doing nothing to you, the beast is following your orders, she watched as the zombie teased and tormented Rhiannon's tender flesh, The trick to this exercise is to learn to control those nasty little thoughts, you can have them as much as you want normally, but you tried to act upon them ... that has consequences. So today I'm teaching you to get your thoughts under control, aren't I a kind Mistress?
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

The girl let out a startled gasp when the zombie found her bare breast with its hand. Her face grew bright red as her tender flesh yielded to its insistent kneading and squeezing. She closed her eyes against it, trying to shut it out and focus. No! Stop it, you dumb oaf, she yelled. I am your mistress! Then, despite her cries, he pinched those rosy nubs, her eyes flew open again and she squeaked. As he tugged and jerked, tears streamed down her face. She feared for a second that he would rip them off, the pain was so great. Her delicate nipples would be red and swollen by the time he was through, and her pale mounds blushing a deep pink from the abuse. She swallowed a whimper and glared back at the woman, hatefully. It would seem, for the moment, that the enchantress spoke truly. Whatever she thought to have done to the necromancer, was instead done to her. All she had to do was stop thinking, right? That would be easy enough. Just long enough to plot some kind of escape. Maybe she could even find a way to work this to her advantage. Though she barely understood how she was controlling the beast at all, and she certainly didn't know her commands were being filtered through the necromancer's mind. In spite of the abuse to her bosom, she was just about to calm herself enough to control those nasty thoughts, when she heard that last phrase. ...aren't I a kind Mistress? Rhiannon's rage boiled over. Kind misstress, MY ASS, she snarled. You know what? FUCK YOU. No sooner had she spoken those words, than the girls breath hitched in her throat. A very vivid image bubbled to the surface of her mind. It was of the necromancer being quite literally, fucked. It was part of the humiliation fantasy she had wanted for the woman. Being forced into the dirt, shamed and disgraced before her feet. This time, however, the zombie was molesting her, desecrating that body with his hands. Then he mounted her, driving the enchantress into the ground with his thrusts, making her come and plead and scrape and beg for mercy. Rhiannon halted the vision too late. Panic gripped her as she realized what she might have done. No! I didn't mean that one! she said desperately, looking to the enchantress then back to her zombie, pleadingly. It was a mistake! I take it back!
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Oh that is a naughty image, the Necromancer chuckled, watching the look of sudden panic appear on Rhiannon's face, she reached out and cupped her cheek, And you certainly meant it, you wanted it more than anything. Suddenly the Beast reacted, pushing Rhiannon down to her knees, forcing her upper body down into the dirt. He held her down with an unmovable hand as he ripped what remained of her dress away. Her panties stood no chance so all that remained of her clothing were the torn sleeves, her boots and stockings. Holding her down with one hand the beast rubbed his cold fingers against her exposed pussy. The thick, dead fingers lined up with her opening then it paused. The necromancer sat in her throne of bone and it hovered around to the side, once more in Rhiannon's field of view. Now, please try to remember that I am currently linked to your mind, answer the next few questions honestly and maybe I won't let it continue, she smiled pleasantly, then she asked her questions, pausing to hear each answer before the next, First, Do you regret your thoughts because they were a loss of control on your part, or because you're suffering the consequences? Second, If released from this position do you intend to learn from your mistakes or will you plot revenge for this humiliation you brought unto yourself? Third, if I tell you the incantation to remove my control of your pet, what will you do?
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

N-no really I didn't- The undead beast suddenly pushed her earthward, silencing her protests and forcing her onto her knees. She let out a little grunt when her face hit the dirt and she squirmed under the weight of his hand. As she felt the rest of her dress torn off she shrieked and clawed at the ground, trying to crawl away. But the thing was too strong for her and she could not wriggle free. Another swift jerk of the his hands and her buttocks and nether regions were greeted by the breath of cold night air. The next sensation made Rhiannon freeze and her eyes widen. She gulped as she felt the beast's cool fingers sliding along her nether lips and for a moment she braced herself for the inevitable plunge. But he stopped and she caught her breathe. Was she safe? Had the necromancer changed her mind? She looked up from her place in the dirt to the smirking woman. Tricky questions, Rhiannon thought. On the one hand, it seemed simple. Be honest. But what if the truth was something the necromancer didn't like? She'd still be stuck here. Maybe if she gave just enough answer to satisfy, but kept from incriminating herself? She wondered just how much of her thoughts the enchantress could hear. I don't like losing control, muttered the girl. This was true, but she was misconstruing the meaning of the first question. She was only referring to the fact that she had lost control of the beast and the situation, not herself. I've learned already! Just let me go, she whined. Of course she hadn't. She still wanted revenge. Though she had learned she would need to be a bit more careful. Yes, she'd learned that much. But she couldn't very well tell the necromancer that now could she? She tried to keep any thoughts of it out of her head, though, just in case. Ugh. What do you think? Take control of it back! she snapped. After that? I-I-I don't know. That, at least, was completely true. After she was free, she had no idea what to do. Walk off into the sunrise with her beast in tow? She'd think about that... and the possible revenge, later.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Hmm, not technically lying to me, but I sense you're holding back, lying through omission perhaps? she mused aloud, watching the girl writhing to get free of the monster she had summoned. You also managed to keep any of those naughty little thoughts out of your mind, The Necromancer smiled, So I don't have any instructions held back to feed to the beast. So since you seem to be under control once again we can discuss this like adults, a vague gesture and a second throne grew from the ground behind Rhiannon and the beast, The spell to regain control would be 'Stet et nihil agas' and I have now restored the beast's perception.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Well, she hadn't fooled the enchantress completely. Though, she seemed to accept Rhiannon's answer. The girl felt a swell of triumph in her chest as she believed she would soon be free. Like adults... yes, of course, she said and nodded her head eagerly. Of course she had no plans to let this humiliation slide. No one had ever treated Rhiannon like this before. She'd had masters and teachers to instruct her in the past, but they had been only simple village magicians, awed by her talent and quick wit. None of them had ever tried to discipline her and some had even come to fear her. Maybe she had wanted to apprentice under this woman before, but not like this. Not cowed and subservient to her. She wanted the Necromancer's knowledge, but didn't want to pay the disciple's price in humility. When she heard the spell that she believed was to release herself, she smiled. About time, she said with a snort. Stet et nihil agas. As soon as she spoke the words, she was already planning what she would do to get the woman back. The first order of business was to get the revenant off of her and retrieve the book, though. Sending the beast to attack without so much as a simple defense was clearly out of the question.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Once the spell left her lips the Beast released his iron hold on Rhiannon and stood to the side of the chairs. Her clothes were scattered around and mostly ruined from the rough means of removal. The Enchantress had finished flipping through the little worn black book and offered it back to her. It's not bad for a beginner, but with the exception of a few spells it's really quite basic, she commented lightly, a wave of her hand and a small table grew from the ground beside her throne and a small china cup popped into existence, You have talent, I have no doubt of that, but you are very new to the path, she lifted the saucer with her left hand and the cup with her right, sipping from the hot drink, You are still tied to words, runes and rituals from what I have seen and your notes. Your biggest problem is that very dark red tint in your aura, arrogance and anger, a very bad combination for an apprentice, she explained, You are a prodigy, I have no doubt of that, too quick to learn and surpass your masters. I don't know if you were simply unaware of the levels between magic users or felt like jumping a few steps, but I am well above your league. You can't intimidate me into revealing my knowledge, unlike your previous masters your sheer power does not exceed mine and you have entered the plateau where sheer power is no longer enough. You need to resume your wandering, seek out more knowledge and perhaps with a few decades under your belt you will acquire the patience and humility to learn with me?
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

The girl let out a ragged sigh as the beast released her. That had come far too close and there had been some lingering doubt in mind as to whether the offered spell would work or not. Now, freed, she felt incredibly smug again. The only thing dampening the feeling was that she was stark naked in the middle of the woods, with no means to clothe herself. She crossed her legs where she stood and placed one arm across her bosom trying to preserve at least a little of her modesty. It took every ounce of her will power not to snatch the book viciously when it was offered back to her. As the necromancer spoke, Rhiannon flipped through her book casually, trying to hide her intent. She glanced back over at the tea-sipping sorceress as she dismissed her book as basic. The book had been her pride and joy for a while, and she wanted to slap the woman in the face with it. Of course it was basic, the spells were no longer that challenging to her. Why do you think I came here, idiot? she thought bitterly. But she refocused, trying to avoid distraction. She was looking for a spell that would keep her beast under her power. The necromancer was right, she did depend a great deal words, runes and rituals. That was what kept things in order though, right? If mere thoughts could invoke spells, everything would be perpetually in chaos. Of course, she didn't seem to realize how the necromancer was trying to elevate her thinking. Discipline of her mind and emotions was required for the path she wanted to take. As she combed through her book, she realized there wasn't a single spell that didn't require a bit of preparation and gathering of materials. It would be at least another day and night before she could ensure her revenant would remain her revenant. It was discouraging, and she could feel her temper flaring again. ....perhaps with a few decades under your belt you will acquire the patience and humility to learn with me? Rhiannon froze in her searching. She had expected her to say maybe a year or two...not decades! The short-sighted girl couldn't even imagine herself that far into the future. How old would she be then? Close to forty? If she chose to educate herself for that long, she would return to grind that woman's face in the dust, not learn from her. A few decades? she squeaked. I'll be... I'll be... old by then! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Those dark thoughts were returning to her head again. It was true that Rhiannon didn't read power levels very well, but why did she need to? Her persistence and stubbornness had always paid off in the past. Even her relatively strong instructors had eventually caved before it. Though, they had been considerably more gentle minded than the necromancer in front of her. She didn't understand how lucky she had been not to have run into someone without patience for her antics. If I am arrogant, it is because I have earned it, If I am angry, it is your fault! she snapped. If I return here, it will be to show you what a fool you were to turn me away.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

You truly are new to the craft aren't you? the enchantress chuckled softly, Tell me my dear, if you intend to have control over life and death why do you fear time? I was twice your age before I started to understand the true meaning of Necromancy, the casual ease in which I practice it now took over a century of effort. She could see Rhiannon's eyes bulging in realization. The girl had obviously assumed she was as old as she looked, perhaps late thirties at worst. The young girl before her would someday equal her power, perhaps even surpass it. But if she didn't learn to control her rage then she would become a blight upon the lands. The decision now was did she dismiss the girl and wait for her to mature a little, or bring her to heel now. She sighed softly, knowing she wouldn't feel right unleashing this girl on a lesser practitioner. To accept you, as you are, would be foolish, to reject you perhaps more so, I fear for the sake of the mortals of this realm... She sighed again, So I am left with a third decision, I get to teach you a little humility, teach you the consequences of pride. Lesson one, You really shouldn't antagonize a fellow practitioner while unarmed and sitting in one of their creations, before Rhiannon could realize what she said the chair pitched her forward dissolved into shadows, re-materializing as strong weights upon her ankles and wrists.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

Rhiannon was quite shocked at the revelation of the woman's age. She had, indeed, assumed that the woman was in her thirties at most. There were rumors of necromancers who were all but immortal in their mastery of the craft, but the girl had scarcely expected to meet one. For a moment she could only gawk, until at least, the necromancer seemed to imply she couldn't leave. Teach me a lesson? she snarled, indignant. What do you mean to- Then she was suddenly tumbling forward, the chair seeming to have a mind of its own. She landed on her hands and knees in the dirt. Growling, she tried to stand, only to realize she was now weighted down. Her movement severely inhibited, escape was clearly impossible. Glancing over to her zombie, she felt she had no other choice but to use it. There was no guarantee that she'd be able to maintain control, of course. But she could just use that release spell again, right? Beast! she commanded. Grab her until she releases me!
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

The Necromancer lifted a brow as the beast staggered over to her, dutifully she lifted her arm towards the creature. As ordered he grabbed her arm, the grip was firm but not painful. Letting the arm go limp, supported by the monster. So what precisely is the second part of your plan? she asked, her voice tinted with amusement, We have already established that you have no patience. She stood from the chair and pressed her fingers against the beast's temple, staring into it's eyes, 'Ignorare antiquitatem vestram domino parere nisi ego iusseram' she whispered softly. She gently pried the fingers from her wrist and sat back down. She smoothed the rumples in her dress and smirked as the Beast turned and walked back behind Rhiannon. The trapped girl cried out the phrase she had learned, but the beast now ignored her words. The beast knelt behind Rhiannon, it's hand reaches out and his cold fingers slowly start to rub her pussy. You seem quite the focused girl, have you found time to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh yet? the necromancer asks with a smirk.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

I-I don't know! she scowled. You started it. I'm just...just... Second part? Well, actually, she hadn't really planned that far. Being bound so suddenly by the morphing chair had sent her into a panic. Now that she thought about it, having her beast break the bonds might have been a better course of action. Well, too late now. Torturing the woman was the only other course of action. Maybe the humiliation trick again? Or a small plague of insects? Yeah, that was a nasty one. Call forth some centipedes and have them crawl up her dress. Her book had fallen nearby. If she could just inch towards it, she could look up something useful. Grumbling she made her way towards the spellbook. She was just picking up the notebook in her teeth, when she heard the necromancer whisper something she didn't quite catch. Her head jerked up when her summoned beast began lumbering towards her again. She squeaked in surprise, but calmed herself as she knew what to do. Hell, the woman had just given her the spell for this. Was she an idiot after all? Stet et nihil agas! she cried, dropping the book from her mouth. Nothing. The beast knelt behind her and once again began its exploration of her nether regions. Why hadn't it worked? The girl squirmed and was about to demand an answer for this, when she heard the necromancer's question. Her face turned bright red. N-none of your damn business! Rhiannon was no naive girl, she knew the ways of the world. Sex, she believed, was a tool just like anything else. She saw the way it was used to manipulate and control the weaker minded and appreciated what it could do. But that wasn't her craft. Certainly, she was very curious about it. Back in her village, she'd caught certain young folk rutting in the woods on more than one occasion. In the seedy inns where she had stayed, heard the grunts and moans of lonely travelers. In some cities, a look down the right alley and she could see a woman on her knees servicing her client shamelessly. Yes, she'd seen a great deal in her travels, but she had yet to experience it. Perhaps her fascination with this activity is what had produced those naughty thoughts from before? She herself wasn't sure. The only thing she knew was that this was NOT the way she wished to explore the subject. Why won't the spell work?! Call him off! she demanded.
Thread: Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

It won't work because I've told him to ignore any of your verbal commands, she explained, watching as the beast hooked one arm under Rhiannon's hips, holding her still, Better start working on your Plan B. I still control the mental link and can prevent or allow any orders you attempt to send, you can't use any verbal commands and I think you're going to be too distracted to work up any runes or rituals, the necromancer spoke softly and counted the options on her fingers, If you have any hidden tricks, now would be the time, else you will finally learn what happens when you become overconfident. As she spoke the beast continued rubbing it's fingers along Rhiannon's pussy, the necromancer's own knowledge guiding it's movements. Knowing the girl was untouched she decided to at least put in an effort to prepare her for what was going to happen. She held the image Rhiannon had thought before, watching as the beast pounded it's victim's face and breasts into the dirt from it's violent thrusts. Rhiannon's next words would determine if the image was sent.