Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual F/f+, F/m+, lesdom, femdom, bondage, kidnapping, corporal punishment, chastity belt, supernatural, succubus, elf, spider-web bondage, oral, sex slavery
SMACK
“MMMPHHAAGH!”
Pantea knew right away that she couldn’t spend too much time punishing Keara. The elf had been through a lot in the last day, and the failure of her little escape attempt had put more pressure on her than Pantea expected. Pushing her too hard right now might end up doing too much damage and the last thing Pantea wanted was to completely break Keara. She wanted a new pet, not a mindless husk.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the punishment while it lasted, of course.
SMACK
“MMMPH!”
Three of Pantea’s thralls were taking their paddles to town on Keara's ass. They did their work in turns, each striking in a cycle. One of them, the taller man in a rumpled-up prohibition-era suit, seemed to be hitting harder than his companions. The others were shooting nervous glances at him. From the looks on their faces, they were feeling pretty bad about this whole thing.
SMACK SMACK SMACK
“MMMMAAAUGHPH!”
That was good. Keara was going to need friends here in Pantea’s estate now that it was her home. Pantea knew the rest of her thralls well enough that the majority of them would be welcoming and Keara's escape attempt and subsequent punishment would be seen as an initiation. But it was nice to see that friendliness and sympathy firsthand.
Besides, Pantea knew how the boys felt.
The elf was in no state to observe any of this. Keara was bound kneeling, one chain attaching her collar to the floor and another binding her wrists to each other and the ceiling in a strict kneeling strappado that explosed her ass to its punishment. And her face was lodged between Pantea’s legs underneath the skirt of her dress, granting her demon mistress pleasure as she worked her tongue as best she could under the circumstances.
On top of all that, a naked blonde woman was draped over Keara’s back, her hands groping all over her body while she nibbled at the elf’s highly sensitive ears.
Squeals of pain and pleasure rang out equally as Pantea and her quartet of human thralls overwhelmed the kidnapped elf with sensation. By now Keara seemed to be reacting only on instinct. Her desperate efforts at pleasing Pantea had grown in intensity as the three men paddled her rump. Pantea suspected the Auburn-haired elf could barely feel the strikes anymore. At this point they were probably just masochistic white noise.
SMACK
Then again, Lenny was going at it pretty hard. The wild-eyed gangster Pantea enthralled back in the 1920s had taken his quick defeat at Keara’s hands personally. Now he was enjoying his payback a little too much.
“Lenny,” Pantea’s voice was sharp. Sensing that, Lenny’s head instantly swiveled up.
“That’s enough. Get over here and give me a massage.”
“Huh? But…” he trailed off when he met her gaze.
“You heard me, get over here.” Pantea closed her eyes, taking a moment to breathe deep as Keara’s efforts grew more intense. Gratitude for getting the worst of her tormenters to stop? Was she even aware of anything beyond her own skin?
Lenny began his massage as ordered. His warm hands found Pantea's shoulders at the very same instant Keara found a sensitive spot. Pantea purred at both sensations. For a moment all thoughts of the work that needed done, the balancing act of training a new slave, were gone. Pantea could simply enjoy the situation for what it was.
Service. Two slaves, one a new captive and the other having long-since given himself over to his rightful mistress, were seeing to her physical pleasure. Three more were obeying her, carrying out her orders without hesitation or any need to truly command them as newer thralls so often required. The proof played to the music of firm paddles striking elven skin and little whimpers of pleasure that lilted up to Pantea’s ears when a giggling blonde woman found a sensitive spot on her own target.
And at the center of it all was the inexpert but desperately intense efforts of an untrained tongue between Pantea’s legs. The succubus sucked in another breath. She loved this. For her the attentions of a new slave were nearly unbeatable for pleasure. A better trained slut might know how to wring as much pleasure as possible out of her body, but there was nothing like having an untrained, resistant captive trying as hard as they could.
Another pant escaped Pantea’s throat. Lenny found a good knot in her back and was rubbing it juuust right.
A shocked, happy squeak erupted from Keara as Tatiana worked her magic, only to become a pained squeal as her ass took another smack. The two men above her grunted in both sympathy and exertion.
All at Pantea’s command. Slaves at her beck and call, acting according to her whims.
When the moment arrived, Pantea let it come. Her legs clenched tight around Keara’s head. The elf might have reacted to that, may have cried out or whined or something. Pantea didn’t know, she couldn’t listen anymore. Her own mind was too consumed by the eruption of feeling at her core. She cried out, smiling wide as she rode out the sensation, enhanced as it was by the lustful feelings that surrounded her.
Pantea fed, drawing power from her slaves. Their energies were a swirling, delicious cocktail within the demoness’s mind and she made sure to savor every single bit of it all. These were the energies of life itself, drawn up and out through lust and control in one glorious, shining experience. Consuming Power was like drinking fire, all heat and energy that filled Pantea up from the tippy top of her head to the ends of her fingers and toes.
Best of all, no two people tasted exactly alike. Lenny tasted like whisky and beer, like a party that could in disaster at a moment's notice. Tasting Tatiana was like facing frozen winter air with nothing more the lingering heat of a hot spring for protection. Jake's taste was all competition. The salty, sweaty sense of pushing oneself to the limit. Rick's was dedication and the satisfying ache that lay heavy on a body after a hard day's work.
And Keara? Keara tasted of lust and comfort, pride and shame. She was the opulent comfort of a well-staffed estate and the driving need to live up to a legacy. The uncertainty of a newly adult woman and all the potential within her. Keara tasted like possibility.
But more than the simple taste of the captive elf was the undeniable force of her energies. They rocked Pantea backwards as she took it all in.
If a mortal's soul was a campfire, the inherent magical POWER of an elven soul was a wildfire. A conflagration that raged on even as it rushed to fill Pantea's hunger. It was fuller, richer than a mortal soul, and Pantea could hear herself screaming out a pleasured, glorious moan.
Pantea lost all sense of herself in the torrent of her feeding. Later she would look back on the moment and marvel at that simple fact. It has been thousands of years since she lost that much control of her faculties.
Gradually, it all faded. Pantea came back to herself as she finished riding out the climax. She opened her eyes. Keara’s tongue was no longer at work, though her head was still between Pantea’s legs. The paddling had also stopped, the two slaves responsible looking to their mistress with questioning eyes. Tatiana and Lenny continued their efforts.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Pantea allowed herself another deep, satisfied breath to recollect herself. She stood up, snapping her fingers as she did. The chain binding Keara to the ceiling came undone and the elf collapsed to the floor in a heap. “Jake, grab a chastity belt off the wall. It’s time to plug Keara up.”
Keara was barely more than a puddle on the ground. A quivering mass of pleasure, pain, and humiliation. Hearing the words “chastity belt” was enough to elicit only a slight response. It was barely more than a noise, a throaty cry of despair and pleading denial.
Pantea giggled.
“Ah, come on,” whined Tatiana. The naked blonde was still kneeling over the elf, rubbing one comforting hand on Keara's back while dangerously adorable eyes at her owner. Her cowboy hat was askew, but still solidly on her head. “You can at least let her have a little bit of pleasure, can’t you Mistress?
Tatiana had always been a friendly one. Very few slaves accepted their lives as Pantea’s property as quickly and wholeheartedly as she had. It was no surprise that she had taken an immediate liking to the elf that had tied her up in the hallways. Keara had no idea that she’d made herself a new best friend today.
The succubus wagged a finger at the blonde. “It wouldn’t be a very good punishment if she got rewarded at the end, would it?” Her faced scrunched up in thought. “But I’ll tell you what. You have until Jake’s ready to lock her up to get her off yourself.”
Tatiana squealed with delight and immediately flipped Keara over on her back, ignoring the quiet moan that might have been a protest, and went at it. A soundless gasp escaped Keara as she found herself the target of cunnilingus rather than the purveyor.
Pantea crossed her arms and smiled at the show before her, stopping for a moment to shoot Jake a “get on with it” look. The young man about-faced in the direction of the chastity belts hanging from the wall.
Lenny leaned forward, his breath ticking Pantea’s ear before he whispered, “You could make her run around on all fours, boss. Stick her in a bitchsuit and make her a cat or dog. It'd keep her from running off again.”
The succubus rolled her eyes. “Focus on my shoulders, Lenny.”
“I’m just saying.” he resumed his massage, digging into her shoulder with a perfect level of firmnness. Damn, had he always been this good?
“Yeah, yeah. I know exactly what you’re ‘just saying.’ And it’s none of your concern. I’m the Mistress here. That means I decide what happens.”
“Of course you do, boss. Of course you do. But you gotta admit it would be hot, right? Stick her in some paws, fold up her legs. How sweet would it be to make one of these stuck-up fairy bitches live on all fours?”
Pantea sighed. Keara hadn’t reacted to anything Lenny was saying. Pantea wondered if that was because Lenny was actually talking too quietly for those sensitive elf ears to overhear or because she was too distracted by Tatiana’s tongue.
“On second thought,” Pantea started. She let the words hang in the air for a moment, just long enough for Lenny to think what she wanted him to think. “I think that’s enough of a massage for now. Get on your hands and knees, Lenny. I want to sit down.”
She heard him grumble and smiled. He really was too easy to mess with.
A particularly loud and sudden moan drew Pantea’s full attention back to the show before her. Nothing Keara was doing could be construed as ‘resisting’ at this point. Her tongue was almost hanging out of her ring-gagged mouth as she panted and moaned while Tatiana held her steady. The blonde’s cowboy hat was just above the elf’s legs, looking like Keara might buck and knock it off any second now.
Pantea kept her eyes on the performance while she listened to Lenny get into position. When he was still, his shirt brushing against her bare leg, she sat herself on his waiting back. He’d positioned himself just right that she didn’t have to so much as glance at him in order to rest comfortably, crossing her legs as she settled in with a happy sigh.
That happiness was disrupted a second later, when Lenny spoke up one more time. “Look, I’m sorry. I was out of line, boss. I get tha—”
“Stop talking.”
Lenny instantly fell silent. He had no choice. Pantea owned his soul, the totality of his very existence. He was utterly incapable of disobeying a command that thrummed with his owner’s Power, just like every other thrall who’s soul Pantea owned. Lenny grew tense underneath her, finally understanding how annoyed Pantea was with him.
There was a stretch of silence. Keara’s moans took on a roller coaster’s ups and downs. “MMMmmmmmMMmmmMmmmmppphPPH!”
Pantea was pretty sure Keara’s legs were on the verge of clenching the same way her own had minutes earlier.
“Hey Jakey,” Pantea suddenly called out. The young man turned from his place at the wall where he was inspecting chastity belts. He was trying to make it look like he was picking out one that would fit Keara, but Pantea could tell he was just being nice and dragging his feet so Tatiana would have enough time to bring Keara all the way to climax. He was such a kind boy.
Pantea flicked a finger and made one of the belts tumble off the wall. Jake scrambled, but managed to catch it in time. The panicked look in his eyes when he looked back was delicious.
“Before you put that on Keara, pull the ring-gag out of Keara’s mouth and stick it on Lenny instead. He needs a reminder to stay quiet for awhile.”
Jake blinked, Lenny grew even more tense, and Pantea was fairly sure the happy squeal that erupted from Tatiana was delight at suddenly having some more time to work. Conversely, Pantea was confidant all the new screaming Keara was doing had more to do with climaxing than anything she heard with her ears.
There was an awkward moment where Jake approached the two naked ladies, eyeing the other slave still standing nearby before diving in to retrieve the gag. A minute later he was kneeling in Pantea’s peripheral vision, his arms rubbing against Pantea’s side as he fit the gag in Lenny’s grunting mouth.
“Uaah, aaaah, AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!” Cried out Keara once more as Tatiana brought her to what Pantea could tell was a real climax. The elf woman was little more than pure pleasured responses at this point, wasn’t she?
“That’s enough,” Pantea stated with an amused smirk. “Tatiana, get up. That’s the last pleasure Keara gets for… Hmm, I don’t know. What do you think counts as a long time for an elf? They’re immortal, right? One year? Two? A decade?”
Tatiana pouted. She opened her mouth to reply, but stopped herself when she saw Pantea wasn’t paying attention to her. The succubus was focusing on Keara, trying to gauge the elf’s response to her ominous-sounding bluff. But there was no reaction. At least none that was visible or audible. Keara simply lay there, panting quietly. She was deaf to the world around her, too out of it to be teased any more.
“Hmm.” Pantea now knew beyond any shadow of doubt that it was time to stop. She stood up, crossing her arms and then bringing one hand up to rest on her cheek as she considered the situation. The plan had been to make an event of putting on the chastity belt, but Keara was breaking down a little bit faster than she had expected.
And beyond that… Pantea was actually starting to feel a little bad about how far she’d pushed the young elf today. She thought back to the images and visions she’d gleamed from Keara’s mind of her past. The harassment and bullying and the like. Sure, it was small potatoes compared to some of the stuff Pantea had witnessed, been the target of, and committed in her time as both a demon and as a human so long ago; but seeing the auburn-haired elf on the ground now… the succubus felt a twinge of some emotion that might have passed for guilt.
Pantea obviously couldn’t walk back on the punishment. That wasn’t how punishments worked. She had to follow through on her promises, positive and negative alike. If Pantea promised a reward, she would grant it. And if she spoke an intended punishment aloud, it would happen. Within her home, Pantea’s desires and commands could be nothing less than absolute.
“I guess we’ll start with a few days and go from there,” Pantea said out loud. “Tatiana, help her up. Gently. Everyone else, out. And Lenny? You wait outside for me. Stay on your hands and knees until I tell you otherwise.”
Pantea didn’t watch the three men file out of the room, though she heard Lenny grumbling from his spot behind her all the way to the door. Her focus remained on the two women before her.
The blonde smiled widely at the command and went down to obey. She did not grab Keara by the shoulders and haul her up. Instead, she leaned down over Keara’s ear and whispered kindnesses and apologies to her. That was Tatiana’s style. It was all fun and games to her. And once the games were over she was everyone’s friend.
Everyone's friend with benefits, that is. Once she had Keara raised up and nestled into her shoulder Tatiana didn't hesitate to send a hand wandering over the elf's naked, unresisting body. She kept one of her arms draped over Keara's shoulder while the other explored, until both hands found their way to Keara's perky breasts.
Once Keara was settled, Tatiana returned those puppy dog eyes to her demonic owner. The sight of her looking up like that, chin nestled on the out-of-it elf's shoulder while her hands groped and kneaded those tits... it was almost beyond description. Pantea found herself briefly reconsidering her orders at such gorgeous silent begging.
But no. Pantea raised one expectant eyebrow. The naked blonde woman understood, pouted at bit more at her failure to change her mistress's mind, and got to work.
Tatiana was careful as she maneuvered Keara into a position where she could put on the chastity belt. It wasn’t a harsh chastity belt. There were no teeth or hard edges. Jake, the adorable softie that he was, picked out a padded belt. Comfortable leather blunted any part of it that might have been uncomfortable. There were plugs to fit inside Keara’s holes, but they were shaped gently and would slide right in without difficultly even before one considered the prominent wet spots Keara left behind on the floor.
Keara offered feeble resistance. Her arms came up to half-heartedly knock Tatiana’s hands away, but Tatiana pressed on with a gentle yet firm grip. The elf woman mumbled vaguely rebellious sounding things, but they were too garbled to make any sense of. Tatiana replied with more softly whispered kindnesses.
All in all, it wasn’t long before the leather-padded steel was sliding up Keara’s legs, creeping ever closer towards her hips and sex until it made contact. Keara let out a moaning cry when Tatiana carefully pressed the plugs into her, then squirmed and wriggled as the solid belt was locked firmly shut.
The elf was breathing deep now, coming more and more alive with each panted breath. But it wasn’t until Pantea snapped her fingers, the sound mixing with the foreboding ting of locks locking, that Keara finally seemed to fully come back to herself.
“N-no!” her voice was weak but growing in strength in resolve. Lithe elven fingers poked and pulled at the steel locked around her waist and crotch. “I won’t… I won’t accept this! You can’t do this to—"
“Be silent,” Pantea commanded. She couldn't lace the words with her Power the same way she had with Lenny, as she didn't own Keara’s soul, but the authority in her voice was more than enough to stop Keara short. The elf stared up at her kidnapper and Mistress with big round eyes.
There was no grin on Pantea’s face. Neither a mocking smirk nor a friendly smile graced her features. The succubus’s expression was stern and commanding. One look was enough to tell a slave—any slave—that defiance or resistance would be met with severe consequence. Even Tatiana straightened up at the sight.
“I could have gone a lot farther with you today, Keara,” Pantea’s voice cracked out like a whip. Keara flinched, huddling back into Tatiana’s arms. “I planned to spend the whole day playing with you, until you attempted escape. And believe me when I tell you that I have administered far, far more severe punishments on other wannabe runaways than what you’ve experienced so far in this room.”
She stopped, her considering gaze never leaving Keara’s face. The silence lingered for a long, frozen moment.
“I really should keep you at my side for the rest of the day… but I can tell you’ve learned your lesson. You’re not going try and run away from me again, are you?”
Keara blinked, surprised at the abruptly merciful words. She even managed to pull her gaze away from Pantea, looking to Tatiana for half a second before she realized what she was doing and made herself turn back, though her eyes fell to the floor. Her mouth opened and shut a few times, and a play of emotions flashed across her face. The reserve that she might have had neatly removed by an overload of pleasure and pain.
At last the words tumbled from this newest pet’s mouth, “N-no…I…I’m not going to…to run…”
“No… what?”
Keara grimaced. Resolve steeled her face for half an instant from her distaste at what everyone knew Pantea expected of her. “Mi-Miss... I, I promise that I w-won’t try to run again... M-Mistress”
Now Pantea allowed her lips to curl upwards into a little smirk laced with a pinch of menace. She took a step to the side, began pacing a circle around her human thrall and captive elf. She could see Keara’s eyes darting to her, keeping track of her feet as she marched around and around in her high heels.
“Another Mistress or Master might make you tell me why you’re not going to run away again. They would force you to say you know your rightful place, how you know better than to defy your owner… but I’m no fool, Keara. I’m not stupid enough to think you’ll never think of escape again, no matter how submissive and pliant you were a few minutes ago.”
Keara flinched.
“Of course you’ll try to escape. I doubt you’ll be foolish enough to make a break for it inside our home again, but you’re a tough girl. In a few hours you’ll be back to reminding yourself how proud you are and how how defiant and resolute you think you should be. You’ll do your best to forget all about your punishment here and start looking out for a new avenue of escape.”
Pantea came back around to Keara’s front again, catching a little bit of her fire coming back into her gaze at her kidnapper’s half-mocking words.
“Don’t worry, I’m patient. You’ll understand your new place in life soon enough for my tastes. But in the meantime—”
She abruptly stopped, turning on her heel to lean forward until she faced Keara head on. The elf jerked back, or at least she tried to. Tatiana had seen something like this coming and held firm to Keara’s shoulders. Pantea’s smirk grew.
“In the meantime, you understand what happens when I stop you from escaping, don’t you?”
Keara gulped and nodded.
“Yes, Mistr-Mistress.”
“I’ll punish you like I did today.”
“Yes... Mistress.” Keara grimaced again.
“Except worse, harsher and longer.”
“Y-yes, Mistress.”
“Great!”
Pantea’s smile returned to a friendlier grin. She stood back up straight, looking hungrily down at her forcibly chaste and chastised captive. The tension was written all over Keara’s face, and her body was taut with it. She had no idea what to expect or think right now.
All of Pantea’s anger had melted away, leaving the succubus who had been so terrifying a figure minutes ago back in a disarmingly friendly state with little sign of the ferocity she was capable of. A ferocity Keara had now seen firsthand.
“Well, I guess that’s it.” Pantea shrugged. “For now I’ll leave you in Tatiana’s care. Got it, Keara? You’ll obey her as if she were me.”
Keara blinked again. Her mouth opened and shut, her eyes darted back and forth between her demon Mistress and fellow slave. “I, um, yes Mistress. I underst-stand. I think.”
Tatiana laughed then, the first sound she’d made in a while. “Ah, you are so sweet my new elf friend. You and I will have great fun together!” She hugged Keara tightly and touched their cheeks together. Her cowboy hat was pushed upwards by the contact.
Pantea chuckled. “It’s just until later, got it? I’ll have you back at my side… probably after lunch, but maybe you’ll have off until dinner. It depends on how the day goes.”
“I shall introduce you to the others!” Tatiana exclaimed, raising the question of whether she was ignoring Pantea or not. “They must all have seemed scary to you when you were fighting Mistress, did they? All faceless minions laughing. But they were not laughing at you, Keara! At least not most of them. Not like Lenny. We have all been where you are! Many try to run! Not me, I grant you, but we shall still be friends!”
Idly, Pantea wondered if Keara would recognize how at odds Tatiana’s Russian accent was with her cowboy hat. She had picked the blonde woman up from Catherine the Great’s court most of a century before the American Civil War. Two centuries later and Pantea still had no idea where she'd picked that damn stetson up, or why she was so attached to it.
“I should find clothes, I know. It is mean to tease you with my body when you are locked and up, so I will find something to cover up with, and then we can find someone to play with! Not sex games, but there is much fun to be had around here! We can—”
Keara’s stare was new, more baffled than the aroused fear she showed Pantea so often. Her eyes grew even more wide as Tatiana helped her to her feet and started directing her towards the door.
“Ahem,” coughed Pantea.
Tatiana stopped mid-sentence and looked back to her Mistress with a perplexed look.
Pantea stared back, arms crossed. “Forgetting something, sluts?”
“Ah!” The blonde exclaimed. “Of course! Come, Keara!”
Keara had just enough time to turn around herself when Tatiana was suddenly pushing and dragging her back to Pantea. Before the elf’s thoughts could catch up to the motions of her body, the two women were back in front of Pantea. Tatiana went down to her knees, pulling Keara down with her.
The naked blonde woman then leaned forward, directing Keara with her hands to do the same, and kissed one of Pantea’s feet.
Pantea saw the expected hesitancy in Keara’s body language, but it was for naught. The elf was simply swept up in Tatiana’s wake. When her own face was nearly pressed up against the succubi’s other foot Keara had little choice but to plant a ginger kiss of her own.
“Good girls,” Pantea said. Tatiana kept her head and Keara’s down, holding the elf by the back of the neck to do so. “That will be all. Go enjoy yourselves.”
The succubus watched the two women, one giddy and the other bewildered, leave the punishment room.
Minutes passed before Pantea sighed. “Great, now what am I supposed to do to pass the time?”
The answer came when she stepped out of the room and saw Lenny waiting outside the doors on his hands and knees.
“Oh, that’s right! I forgot I had you wait out here! Oops!” She reached out to give the sullen man a pat on the head. “Ha ha, good thing I didn’t forget for days like I did with Hiro that one time. Remember that?”
Lenny’s response was naturally mangled by the ring-gag in his mouth. But it sounded affirmative.
“Yeah, that was embarrassing. Anyway, let’s go find your girlfriend and Norah. I should check in on the other new girl, see how she’s handling seeing one of the elves get knocked around like—hey, I didn’t say you could stand up!”
“Grrrmmmph.”
Pantea’s tail lashed out. Lenny gave a pained little yelp at the abrupt, harsh contact it made with his ass.
“None of that now. You just lead the way to Maria and Norah. Got that? Good boy.”
As she absentmindedly followed along, Pantea found one more surprise for the day. Keeping her gaze on her thrall’s rump as he crawled through the hallway, the shifting of her black dress allowed her to catch sight of it by accident. Pure coincidence.
It was a tiny little thing. Small enough to fit in the folds of the dress, and with a body dark enough that it was barely visible to spot the black within black. But once she noticed it, there was no ignoring it. Eight legs. A familiar, unnatural swirling pattern emblazoned across its back. There was a spider in the folds of Pantea’s dress. Small, staring up at her with eight glossy little orbs.
Pantea met that eightfold gaze with her own two eyes and, without ceremony, flicked it off her dress.
“I hate it when she spies on me,” Pantea muttered under her breath. Who could tell how long it had been hiding in her clothes? The whole day? Longer? It was impossible to tell how long Pantea had been watched before she noticed the little bugger.
“Hmmph?” Lenny slowed at the sound of his Mistress’s voice. “Ymmph!” he yelped a moment later, when Pantea swatted her tail at his ass again.
“Never you mind,” she said, a great deal of her good mood now evaporated. “Just lead the way.”
XIXIX
Far away from Pantea’s estate, yet still contained within the Infernal Realms, was a castle. It was based at the center of a lush forest and constructed of gleaming white marble that shined brilliantly in the false sunlight. Towers and parapets climbed to the sky, brightly colored flags hanging to be blown by wind that did not exist. By all appearances it was a citadel of righteousness.
But if one were to walk over the bridged moat and into this castle, they would find that within was the darkness of a place seemingly abandoned. Inside the righteous-looking castle was a cavernous labyrinth covered and crossed with endless silvery thread. Silk stretched from wall to wall, sometimes bright, obvious, and sometimes hidden and awaiting a victim to ensnare. Nearly every room was unused and had been that way for centuries.
All save the shortest, sturdiest tower near the center. There were no abandoned, unused rooms in that little tower. The dungeon lay in the basement, an oubliette beneath it. Above were rooms, the apartments, study, and library of the castle’s Mistress.
Few knew her name, but many called her the Sentinel.
The room used most was at the top. It could be called an observatory. There was no telescope and only a few windows, but it was where its owner looked out into the worlds beyond its walls.
The cloaked demoness stood at its center. Intricate silvery threads spreading out from her in beautifully woven patterns. They were often changed and redone, a hobby of the Sentinel. A person could only look at the same designs for so long before they grew stale and uninteresting. She liked the change things, spend time reweaving her webs, reacquainting herself with her domain. A domain that was not only her own castle and the false forest beyond it, but everything she was tasked with observing by the devil lords and ladies who ruled these realms.
The Infernal Realms, and all the pathways that led to them or away from them. Or anything that might be a threat.
“Ah, Pantea… always a treat.” The demoness laughed softly and the antics of one of her favorite succubi.
“mmmmph,” came a weak murmur form behind. A high, feminine voice unable to speak clearly through her covered mouth. One of several prisoners webbed securely and pleasingly to the walls. Toys for the Sentinel’s amusement while she was engaged with her duties.
“Quiet now, my dear,” the Sentinel pulled sharply on slight thread of web near her finger, and through the intricate tangle of them made the solid strand between the captive slut’s legs go taut.
There was a shriek. Only one, sharp, and then the captive made herself silent. She likely hadn’t even noticed the noise she made before. It had been an involuntary spasm of a half-conscious prisoner.
The Sentinel did not keep slaves. Only prisoners.
The prisoner in question took the warning and punishment for what it was and did not trouble her captor further. The Sentinel was almost disappointed.
With that minor business handled, the demonic spymistress returned her attention to her tiny servants spread across the Hells. Most especially the ones hiding in the estate of the Succubus lady Pantea.
They no longer watched the lady herself. Pantea was now on the lookout for more arachnid spies. But she knew better than to purge all the spiders from her home. As much of a gadfly as she could be, Pantea had a talent for picking her battles wisely.
The Sentinel instead kept her borrowed gaze firmly on the kidnapped elf now living in Pantea’s home. She found her familiar, somehow. Though it was difficult to be sure why or how.
What the Sentinel did know—instinctively, from the very instant she saw what Pantea had done—was that this new elf slave would bring trouble.
“I shall have to keep a close eye on things in the near future,” the Sentinel whispered to herself. Elves were notoriously insular and protective of their people. The spymistress very much doubted it would be long before some kind of investigation was launched, if it hadn't already.
One of the silk threads pulled at the Sentinel's finger. An alert. Someone had entered her home. An adventurer, perhaps? A messenger? A tribute sent to the Mistress of the castle?
Whatever they were there for no longer mattered. There was only one fate for an intruder in the Sentinel's estate.
XIXIX
Days passed.
Pantea allowed Keara to remain unbound for her time with Tatiana in that first day. The blonde woman had done as she promised she would and shown Keara around. Dressed both herself and her new elven friend in suitable outfits (classic bikinis, to be exact), shown Keara around, and made introductions to nearly everyone currently staying in the main building.
The succubus never took a metaphorical eye off the elf. Keara arguably had the best chance at escaping of all the slaves, no matter how small and remote that chance was. And it was interesting to see Keara interact with humans she was not firmly in control of. Pantea had no doubt that nearly every mortal the young elf ever met before her abduction had been a captive or slave. Now she was a slave and they were her peers. Their shared interactions were fun to watch.
Keara’s relative freedom from bondage naturally ended when Pantea reclaimed her later that first day. She had great fun rebinding Keara that night. Hogtying her right on the dinner table and making her eat with her mouth alone, fed by her new human friends. The hogtie was maintained as she was carried back to Pantea’s bed for some more fun that night. From then on Keara was always at least shackled, fettered, and hobbled. Sometimes loosely, sometimes strictly. Like all things on the estate, it depended on Pantea’s mood and how much attention she was paying to the situation.
When not dealing with the elf, Pantea acquainted herself with Norah. The short-haired woman was an excellent addition to her collection. Pantea knew beyond any doubt that she would think this even if Norah hadn’t been pre-trained by the elves. She was a thoughtful, eager slut on her own, all wrapped up in a deliciously firm package.
Breaking in a previously trained slave was always a unique experience. Norah never made any effort to run or resist. But molding her to Pantea’s will and not just her former elven owners was something of a chore, though an interesting one. Pantea considered tracking down more former elven slaves in the future.
The succubus kept her two newest slaves separate. For those early days Pantea made a point of avoiding any mention of Keara to Norah at all, save for one question about how she had felt watching a mighty elf be brought so low by their shared owner.
“I… I’m not sure what to think about it, Mistress,” had been Norah’s answer. She was blindfolded at the time, suspended form the ceiling of Maria and Lenny’s room. Pantea caught Maria rolling her eyes in the corner. The Mexican woman did not approve of Norah’s elf-worship.
“Silly Norah,” Pantea chuckled and flicked her on the nose. Norah wriggled in place, making her body sway a little bit more in the air. Her legs were frogtied, and her wrists tied securely to her ankles. Every so often she readjusted herself, taking joy in her restrained movements and form. That little smile of hers was almost ever present.
“I didn’t ask you what you think about it, sweetie,” Pantea said when the dark-haired woman stopped giggling. “I asked you what you feel about it.”
“I… well—I suppose. I…” she stopped. Whatever she was trying to say, it was taking her a real effort of will. Pantea waited patiently, smiling with anticipation until finally…
“It was thrilling, Mistress,” Norah finally breathed out. “I… I had never thought I could see something like that happen. But you… you just… aaaah,” she sighed happily.
Pantea smiled, gave Norah another bop on the nose, and then ordered Lenny to stand up and pleasure her. His own dislike of Keara was already fading—his grudges rarely lasted long—but there was more than enough for him to relish pleasuring Norah after those words.
Nearly a week went by before Pantea decided to give Keara a chance to escape her chastity belt.
She watched the elf the elf herself, commanding her to wear those gorgeous blue harem silks Keara balked at wearing that first morning. Now Keara dressed herself with only minimal hesitation, though she glared at them until they were all on. When she was dressed, Pantea examined her with a critical eye… and then turned the shining silver chastity belt and the chains that went with them gold. The color went better with the blue.
It was a lovely sight. A pair of mostly transparent veils hung over Keara's head, one worn over her auburn hair and the other over her mouth, covering but not hiding the silk cloth that cleave gagged her. Another veil hung over her shoulders and lay on top of the sleeves that hugged her arms. Loose, translucent pants exposed Keara's hips and fell down to her ankles above bare feet. The only parts of the outfit that did not reveal what they covered were the panties and compressing bra, both they and the veil around the shoulders a deeper purple than the light blue of the rest.
The chains were loose, as these things went. Not quite so much that Keara would have an easy time running or fighting, but her arms and legs were free enough to allow for some movement. There were cuffs around her ankles and wrists, each with to a longer chain attaching them to Keara's chastity belt.
Norah was present today. She was off to the side, wearing some hot red lingerie and standing next to Maria, whose comparable outfit was black. Both were resting on one of the couches in the playroom they were all standing hanging around in. Maria lounged, but Norah held herself stiffly, unable to take wide eyes off of Keara.
A few more slaves were present for the occasion. Jake (who Pantea had to honestly admit was one of her favorite male slaves at the moment) stood at attention at Pantea's shoulder, holding a plate of grapes and feeding his mistress when she desired it. At Pantea's other shoulder was Tatiana wearing jeans, knee-high suede boots, a crop top, and her hat while greeting Keara with a wave and a smile.
A few more men and women were hanging around in the background. All were on friendly or neutral terms with Keara, except maybe Maria and Norah, who hadn’t spoken to her at all.
Pantea herself sat on a comfortable leather chair, not really in the mood for a throne today. She wore a nice pair of leather boots tight enough to snugly hug her calves on top of an even tighter pair of leather pants. The all-black of her outfit beneath the waist contrasted nicely with the mostly bare bright red flesh above it. There was a strapless leather bustier. It did wondrous things with Pantea's breasts while leaving a good slip of her stomach exposed. And there was a pair of wrist-length leather riding gloves. Apart from that, much of Pantea's red skin showed. Her bare shoulders, her belly, and most of her arms down to the wrists.
“Alright Keara,” said the succubus while idly taking a grape. “You’ve been so well behaved these last few days—” Pantea did not miss the shamed expression that crossed over Keara’s face, “—that I’ve decided to give you a chance to earn your way out of that chastity belt you’re wearing.
“You have fifteen minutes. Show me what you got.”