Morgana’s Medallion by Master E
Disclaimer 1: This story does (or will) contain demons, rape, and incest. If you object to any of these do not read any further.
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Morgana’s Medallion Part IV
XII.
Miranda and Debbie got off the bus outside of her house. Miranda wondered what Asmorth had planned for them. He only chuckled in her mind. Once inside Debbie called her mother and let her know where she was. While her friend was on the phone Miranda went to the kitchen to get them both something to drink. When she returned Debbie was on the couch, spreading her text books out on the coffee table. Putting the glasses down she joined her friend and got out her own text books. After nearly an hour though Debbie seemed to be having a hard time concentrating. She was a little concerned until she heard from Asmorth.
“I want you to strip her. Then we’ll go from there,” he said. Miranda thought to him. She squirmed as she felt a building pressure in her pussy.
Once the blouse was unbuttoned Miranda pushed it off her shoulders. Debbie’s tits remained trapped in her green bra, but Miranda turned her attentions to the skirt. She pushed her friend back onto the couch and pulled the skirt down. This had the effect of pulling Debbie panties down a little as well. When she sat back to admire Debbie’s body her friend made a break for the door, or tried to. She was so weak the she fell after only a couple of steps. “Tie her hands,” commanded Asmorth.
No sooner had Miranda begun to wonder where she was going to get the rope, than rope appeared on the table beside her. Grabbing she approached her prone friend. With her foot she rolled Debbie onto her back. Smiling down on her she grabbed both her hands and forced them together. Using one end of the rope she tired the wrists together. When she stood back up she wondered what she should do. The rope leap out of her hands and feed itself through a pulley that now hung secured to the ceiling. Once through the pulley the rope returned to her hands. With a wicked grin she pulled her friend to her feet. Then she raised her even higher. Behind her a tie-down appeared. She quickly secured the rope. Standing back she looked on as her friend twisted weakly in the air. She kicked out with her feet, but she was too feeble to do much. Suddenly Asmorth stood beside her. “She is still clothed,” her commented.
She went up to Debbie and unclasped the bra. Stretching, she pushed it over Debbie’s head and behind her. Then she simple pulled down the panties. She looked back at her master. “Very good,” he complimented her. “Now prepare her for me.”
XIII.
“Master?” “She is far too dry for me to enjoy myself. You will stimulate her.” Miranda stood still, not entirely sure what she was too do. Abruptly phantom hands grabbed her arms and forced her to her knees. Another hands grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto her friends pussy. “I’ve never done this before, Master,” she tried to explain around a mouthful of pussy. “You will learn. Quickly.” When Miranda felt the pleasure rising in her own body she guessed what was in store for her. If she didn’t bring Debbie to an orgasm, her own pleasure would continue to build. Clumsily she stuck her tongue out and began to lick at her friend. She let her tongue travel up and down her slit. Then she forced her tongue inside. At first she didn’t think it was working, but then her friend began to moan softly and the hand behind her head eased off. She attacked Debbie’s clit with renewed determination. She began to taste her friends juices as she continued to excite her. She quickened her pace as her own pleasure began to blend over into pain. When Debbie cried out in bliss the hand forced her mouth back into Debbie pussy, forcing to swallow her come. Her pleasure remained though, turning to pain.”
“Master?” she begged frailly. “You haven’t cooperated as well as you should. Bring her to a second climax and I may grant you relief.” Miranda attacked the pussy before her, driven by her pain. Above her, Debbie protested helplessly, “No. Not again. Let me rest, please.” Just as the pain was becoming unbearable Debbie cried out again. Miranda needed no prompting to lap up her friends juices. Then, in an instant, all her pain turned to pleasure. She screamed into Debbie’s snatch as the orgasm seized her and clubbed her unconscious. She collapsed below Debbie, Debbie’s cum seeping out of her mouth. Now Asmorth stepped forward. The drugged state Asmorth had induced in her, coupled with two orgasms left Debbie disorientated. She didn’t really notice when he rolled Miranda out of the way using his feet. When her grabbed her breast and squeezed them cruelly, though, her had her complete attention.
“What are you?”, she breathed. “Who,” he corrected her. “I’m a who, you’re a what. I’m the master, you’re the toy.” “No,” she replied trying to pull away from him. “Oh yes,” he responded plunging into her with a single stroke. She was well lubricated from Miranda’s attentions and ready to receive him. She cried out when he bulled through her hymen. “A virgin”, he exclaimed. “It has been far to long since I had one.”
While one hand fondled, caressed, and pitched her breasts and nipples, his other hand went behind her. He forced her mouth to meet his, stabbing his tongue in. Desperately, Debbie breathed though her nose, even as his magic tongue sought out her throat. He pumped into her steadily, continually, bring her to several orgasms. When she thought she could stand no more the creature began to climax. She felt his thick cum filling her. When he was done he stepped back and watched her stand limply before him. With a snap of his fingers the rope and pulley vanished, dropping her next to Miranda.
With a large smile on his face Asmorth went to the couch and relaxed. It took him only a moment to devise his next torture. He watched as first Miranda, then Debbie began to moan softly. These moans held no pleasure though. “It’s good that there are two of you,” he said with a chuckle. “That burning sensation in your loins can only be soothed by a tongue. And since neither of you is capable of licking yourself, I guess you will just have to help each other.” Miranda tried to get between Debbie’s thighs but her friend locked her knees together. “No. I’ve never done that before I can’t.” “Come on, Debbie,” Miranda pleaded. “I’ll help you if you’ll help me.”
Debbie kept her legs together. She just couldn’t imagine doing that with another woman. She tried to ignore the pain. When that didn’t work she tried using her fingers. She blushed deeply at touching herself in front of her friend, but it was better than the alternative. Her finger only inflamed the burning. “Please,” Miranda said softly, caressing Debbie’s thigh. “It’s the only way.” Debbie thought to herself fiercely. Timidly she turned her face to her friend and began to lick. She knew it was clumsy, but it was the best she could do. Miranda attacked her slit with a vengeance. Debbie immediately felt relief flooding her. She felt what Miranda was doing to her and tried to do the same. Debbie licked around her pussy and sucked on her button. When she felt he blood rising she stopped suddenly. she thought. Miranda’s moans of pain reminder her of her friends need and she bent her head back. “Ah,” Asmorth sighed, “this reminds me of the first time I compelled Morgana to share a woman’s bed. It was a princess no less. Would you care to hear the story? Of course you would.”
XIV.
Morgana carefully paced around Princess Esmeralda’s rooms. She had just turned sixteen and her marriage to the prince of the neighboring kingdom was fast approaching. A fact that didn’t sit well with other neighbors. King Louis wanted his daughter protected, so he hired Morgana to search and seal the princess’ room to protect her from magical attacks. The king had left her alone with his daughter and a single guard.
, asked Asmorth. She begged, Asmorth replied. “The spells are complete, Princess Esmeralda,” she said dutifully. “It will take a mage of incredible power to breach these defenses now. And none that powerful would accept an assassination contract.”
“Thank-you, Lady Morgana,” Princess Esmeralda replied. Asmorth studied her through Morgana’s eye’s. The Princess was a tall woman with long sable hair. Emerald green eyes highlighted her long face. The dress was tailored well, not that Morgana saw much of it now. Instead she saw Esmeralda’s soft, smooth skin. Small breast were crowned with dark nipples. She did seem to carry a lit bit of fat. She was a princess though. It was unlikely she ever had to do much work.
Suddenly Asmorth materialized in the room. The princess let out a little scream and leapt back. The guard appeared torn between going for help and attacking him. Morgana felt her master’s power binding her. Her hands were drawn behind her. Her elbows were drawn together.
“You have a choice,” Asmorth said to the guard, “You can join me in enjoying these fine toys. Or you can be stuck there and watch.” “I can’t do that,” the man replied cautiously. “You are concerned about what the King would say if he knew what you would do to his daughter.” With a wave of the demons hand Esmeralda was drawn to him. She struggled, but it was impossible for her to resist his power. Once there she spun to face the guard, with Asmorth behind her. “Still, this fine body would be worth almost anything, would it not?” The guard licked his lips carefully, but remained silent. Asmorth reached for her breasts from behind. Caressing them roughly he ran his tongue along her jaw from her chin back to her ear. Suddenly her grabbed the material covering her breasts and ripped it from her. “Come my friend, look at this tasty body.” “She’ll tell her father. When he gets done with me I’ll wish I was dead.” “Nonsense. She’ll say nothing. Perhaps, if she enjoys it enough she’ll take you with her to her new kingdom. Think what fun you could have with a pet queen.” The temptation was too much and he stepped forward to take hold of her. “Oh no,” Asmorth said, “I get her first.” Then he smiled, “Better yet, strip my pet. We’ll let them excite each other, then we’ll have our fun.” The guards dark smile was a twin to Asmorth’s. Morgana’s body moved to help him removed her fine dress. Once she too was nude he tossed her onto the bed where Esmeralda quickly joined her.
“Time to entertain us ladies. Morgana, you know what will happen if I am displeased. You really should convince the Princess not to anger me.” Morgana drew the frightened girl to the bed. “It will be alright,” she said. Once the princess was laying on the bed Morgana moved around until her head was between the girl’s legs. She reached around and spread the skin covering the virgin pussy before her. Lowering her mouth she reached out with her tongue and began to lick. She licked slowly, working her tongue into the girl. For the longest time Esmeralda just lay there. “Now that just won’t work, Little One,” Asmorth remarked.
Morgana felt the Princess bend to her task. It soon occurred to her that Esmeralda’s actions were an exact mirror of her own. Asmorth spoke to her mind.
Morgana couldn’t help the smile that stole over her face. A perverted part of her mind said it would be interesting to lick her own pussy. She returned to the task before her with renewed determination. In no time she had Esmeralda moaning loudly. Asmorth’s spell though wouldn’t let her stop. The girl was forced to continue her ministrations even as her orgasm ripped through her. Esmeralda’s violent shuddering, coupled with the attention she was paying to Morgana’s clit pushed Morgana over the edge. She stopped licking as her orgasm overtook her.
How long she lay there limply she had no idea. Eventually, hands rolling her off Esmeralda drew her attention. The guard had stripped down during her love making. Nude, he pulled her off the bed and forced her onto her hands and knees. Wasting no time her knelt behind her and penetrated her in one violent lunge. Her grabbed her breasts and used them to move Morgana back and forth along his dick.
Though the rough fuck she looked up and saw Esmeralda on her knees before Asmorth. The demon was holding the Princess’ wrist above her head with one hand while the other forced Her mouth onto his dick. Morgana could see that she was attempting to fight him, but he was too strong for her. In no time he had his penis running smoothly in and out of her mouth. In fact, Morgana could see it moving in her throat. Her eye suddenly grew large and Morgana knew that her master had shot his load down the princess’ throat..
In one smooth motion he lifted her into the air by her arms and then dropped her down onto his tool. Esmeralda was breathing heavy. Morgana couldn’t tell if it was because she was able to breath again, or if she was becoming excited. Her moans settled the question quickly. Asmorth no longer had to hold her, she clung to him, driving her self down onto his prick with aver increasing force. Suddenly she arched her back, threw her head back, and let out an ecstasy driven scream. Then Morgana’s own orgasm drove all thought of princesses out of her mind.
– The End –