The Apprentice's Mistake

Leslith's pale blue eyes went wide as she scanned her mistress's personal sanctum. Her hands were trembling with excitement and her legs quaked. She was full of nervous energy: she was not supposed to be here, her teacher had never permitted her entrance to this room, and now she was sneaking in. The mistress had gone to meet with some of her peers and would not be back until tomorrow; usually Leslith was invited to such meetings, but not this time. It was the perfect opportunity for her to test her mettle.

The room was vast, maybe thirty long paces across, and the ceiling was a good twenty feet high. This was not surprising, but it was not what Leslith had expected. It was home and comfortable - very unlike the laboratory and library where she, herself, was used to studying. There were few shelves, and they were off to one side only - the books and scrolls arranged very neatly with a few knickknacks and baubles which had little or no magical significance: they were simple decoration. The floor was thickly carpeted, very unusual, and thick cushions and pillows were strewn about. The there were windows across three walls, nearly the full height of the walls, which must have been a feat of magic since Leslith knew no mundane means to secure such large windows in thick stone walls. The night sky was shown with all its magnificence through the class, the stars and moon seeming big and brighter than Les had ever seen before. Maybe that, too, was part of the magic.

The center of the room was scooped out, like a large circular sofa that was recessed into the floor, the seat facing inwards towards the center. Leslith could not fathom the purpose of it, save to have twenty people sitting in a circle, facing one another. Maybe as a gathering place for peers; they could all sit in comfort and speak to each other. Her mistress, Nahara - called the Crimson Witch by other practitioners of magic - very well could be sitting in such a seat right now in some other wizard's home. There were pillars that held up the high ceiling; they circled the strange sitting area in a wide circle. Some of the pillars bore strange runes and markings far beyond Les's ability to understand. Sheer silken curtains, bright red in color, draped down from the pillars, circling this stone frame like the canopy of a four-poster bed. It seemed comfortable, but out of place.

Leslith had thought that Nahara used this place research and practice her magic. That she conjured up demons and angels here, bent the forces of nature to her will, and researched the secrets of the universe. It seemed more like a room in which to relax and meditate than a place of to wield great power.

There were some nice furniture pieces scatted about which had decanters of wine and other such beverages. There was a large cabinet, beautifully crafted, that held nothing but fine crystal glasses. Maybe this was nothing more than a room for mediation and entertaining guests. Leslith was more than a little disappointed.

It had been very easy for her to break in to, though. The key to the lock was sitting on Nahara's bedside table, and there were no magics guarding the door. Nor were their any demons or other creatures guarding the room. Why she had been told to not enter here was beyond her - one of Nahara's little quirks, Les figured.

But there was something in this room that Leslith wanted, and there was only one place it could be: on the shelf in the scroll pile.

The apprentice darted across the room, running lighting on her feet. She was still a quiver with excitement - after all, even if this wasn't what she had expected, she was still defying her teacher's orders and she was stealing a scroll to use. She was careful with the scrolls as she looked them over for the one she sought, placing them back exactly as she had found them to minimize her chances of being discovered later. Ah, here it was: a spell to summon up spirits from the dead and force them into service. She had seen her mistress use it to conjure up the undead creatures that guarded their home and served Nahara as her personal slaves. The Crimson Witch had many such minions, but Leslith just wanted one to use and command. She was sure she was capable of such magic.

She had been training with Nahara for more than seven years now, and had learned much in that time. She had been chosen by the witch herself at age eight. Nahara offered her father a fortune in gold for his youngest daughter and, being a meager farmer, he took it - he had sold her, the bastard!

Though she had been bought by Nahara, the witch gave her to the apprentice she was training at the time, Dahmji, and he began her training. She was not a good student for him, never wanting anything to do with the magic she was being forced to learn. Beating were regular, and she had spent some time in a cell with no company, little water, and less food. The things Dahmji had done to break her will, the punishments and humiliations she had to endure at his hand. She fumed just to think about it! He had stopped just short of raping her - Les was sure he had wanted to, but figure Nahara had not allowed it. She spent an entire month naked as punishment once - unable to wear anything until she had properly learned several incantations.

She eventually learned the basics from him, though, and when he finally left, her training directly under Nahara began, and things were much more pleasant. She enjoyed learning from Nahara and her training methods were much gentler and easier to tolerate. Punishments milder and rewards greater. Leslith wondered if that hadn't been on purpose, making Nahara seem the benevolent mistress.

She would be punished greatly for this infringement, she was sure, but she would take that chance. Scroll in hand, Leslith ran from the room, uttering a quick incantation to give swiftness to her steps and hurry her along. She had everything ready and waiting for her. The horse was saddled up in the stable, all the materials ready in the saddle bags. She was there in moments, leapt aboard the stallion, and rode off into the night.

She had picked the location for her spell, Brenswidth Cemetery. It was a short ride away and was one of the more elaborate graveyards in the area. Nobles were buried there, no peasants or squalor. She would be served by nobility!

The large marble crypt towards the rear of the cemetery was open - she had paid the groundsman to have it unlocked for this night, and paid him well for it. She tied her horse outside the crypt, collected her materials, and entered. It was beautiful inside, if one could call such a place beautiful. Carved with care and practice, the walls were covered with wondrous frescos and scroll work. Small alcoves bore intricate statues of angels and other celestial protectors. The family that owned this crypt had paid well so that their dead would rest in luxury.

There were five sarcophagi in the room; four were on a raised platform, surrounding the fifth, which was raised up a little high still. That is the one she would raise, for he must be the most regal and powerful of the lot. The richest, most wealthy of them all. That is who would serve her.

Leslith was drunk with excitement as she rushed about with her preparations. She lit her incense - it would help her concentrate on the spell - and set up the candles around the center sarcophagus. She had a pillow upon which kneel, and the materials to be used in the spell.

Finally prepared, Leslith untied her thick cloak and let it drop to the ground. She wore a loose black gown, plain and simple, but it molded well to her trim body and was very comfortable. She let her brown hair hang free of bindings; she hated having her shoulder length hair done up, and since it was always perfectly straight, it tended to be easy to deal with while down. She knew some students to get distracted by long hair, but she never had that problem.

Her nervousness was mounting and hoards of butterflies churned in the pit of her stomach as she sunk to her knees on the pillow. Her hands shook violently as she unrolled the scroll; she had to take several deep breaths to stead herself enough to actually read the words written on the parchment. She was also a little aroused by the prospect of wielding such incredible power. She had that reaction sometimes to magic, and Nahara had assured her that was usual. It was a pleasurable experience, channeling magic powers through one's body, sexually pleasurable, even, and the preparation for and anticipation of casting new, power magics often got wizards excited.

She read through the lines of magic quickly twice, making sure she understood every word and accent. She could not afford to make a mistake on a spell of this type. Summon the dead was not safe, bending the dead to your will was not easy - if she failed on either, she could suffer greatly.

Once she was sure she understood the incantation, she began to chant. The candles flickered and flared as she summoned the power into her self. The energy filled her, and her words molded it to her will. Her body tingled with power, like electricity coursing through her veins and filling up her stomach. Her nervousness was replaced by surging power that swelled and grew inside. Her chanting continued her voice gaining strength and determination as she shouted out the words. She felt the magic, struggled to contain it, like a damn holding back a great flood of water. And suddenly, as she reached the end of the scroll, the power inside her exploded outwards, leaving her body in a rush of pleasure that left her body warm and tingling, like the after glow of an orgasm.

She breathed deeply, letting herself settle as she waited for her spell to have an effect. Having seen Nahara cast it before, she knew it took a few minutes for the dead stir.

But stir it did, and soon the lid of the sarcophagus was shaking and slid to the side, moved by the powerful hands of the awaken corpse from within. The undead thing stood, then, and turned towards Leslith. The corpse bore enough flesh to see that it was, once, a female. The rags clinging to the body were nothing more than tatters, concealing nothing of the decaying flesh and muscles. Most of the hair had fallen out, tough some stands still clung to the withered skin of the creature's skull. The eyes had long since decayed away, leaving empty sockets. Bugs fell from the body, not having expected the movement; in some places, the skin bubbled and wiggled from the insects living under the flesh.

Leslith smiled, pleased with her power. She had done it! She had summoned this beast and it was hers, now.

The creature moved, stepping out of the stone prison that had held it's body. The movements were jerky, at first, but with each passing second, as magic strengthened the dead flesh, the beast moved with more fluidity. It stepped up toward Leslith, approaching her.

"Stop," Les commanded the creature.

It did not.

"I order you, as your master, to stop!"

The creature lunged at her with amazing speed and caught her by the throat. The stench from the creature was truly horrible, and Les gasped and wretched, unable to control the nausea that suddenly over took her. The she-zombie lifted Leslith fully into the air with one hand, cutting off the apprentice's breath. There were more noised in the crypt, and Les looked around in shock as the other four sarcophagi slowly opened. Four more undead beasts stood, one of them only a couple weeks old, it seemed, from the state of decay, while the other three were far worse; one was nothing more than a skeleton, whilst the other two still had flesh dangling from their bones, it was not much. Most of their insides had either rotted away ore were hanging out of the huge gasps in their flesh.

Still holding Leslith in the air, suffocating her, the female zombie grabbed the apprentice's gown and ripped it violently from her body, leaving the poor girl naked in the cold air. The she-creature tossed her hard to the ground; Les smacked against the hard stone, stunned from the impact and panting for breath. The evil things were upon her before her vision had stopped spinning.
The skeleton grabbed Les by the wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. His hands were like manacles, and despite her efforts, she could neither loosen their grip or pulled herself free. His fingers tightened the more she struggled; the pain deterred her from continuing her efforts to escape. He wrestled her body down to the ground, forcing her to lie on her back on the cold stone floor as the other four zombies stood around her, leering at her nakedness.

One of the other zombies grabbed her ankles, keeping her from kicking at these attackers, and pulled her legs wide apart. Her mind was reeling as the realization hit her about what horrors lie before her. Her stomach lurched as pure terror mixed with the nausea caused by the creature's foul stench. Unable to control herself any longer, she vomited. Most of the contents of her stomach exploded from her mouth onto her breasts and stomach, but as the force of the eruption died down, the rest splattered her neck and face, leaving her chunks of it in her mouth or sliding down her cheeks. Of course, the smell of it only made her nausea worse, and she started to retch again.

The three zombies fell upon her, their rotten, dead hands sliding through the layer of puke on her skin and smeared it across her body. They coated her face and hair with it, and even spread it down her legs and across her thighs. She tried to squeeze her legs together to protect her vagina from their assault, but the corpse holding her legs was far to strong. She was helpless against them, and soon her cunt was befouled with her own puke.

There was no small amount left after her body was covered completely, and the foul things scooped it all up into a mound cover her tits. The least decayed of the five attackers ripped off his clothes - he was the only one with cloths left - revealing a thick, hard cock protruding from his legs. The undead cock was massive, well over a foot long, looking more like a donkey's dick than any human unit she had ever seen. His balls, too, were huge, bloated to the size of a bull's. The cock twitched and jerked as if it had a life of its own, and Leslith noticed that, much to her dismay, the ball sack was not only swollen but twitching and writhing.

The zombie straddled her waist, sliding his hard-on deep into the mound of vomit on her chest and gliding between her small tits. The female zombie knelt beside Les's body, her cold, dead hands clutching her girl's boobs in a death-grip and pressing them together like a vice. At only 15 years old, her breasts had not fully matured and were not very big. The zombie was squeezing them hard enough to encompass the thick cock resting between them. That took so much force that her tits were pretty much squished flat and her skin was pulled taunt, causing her entire body to hunch up as if held in a bear hug.

The male zombie began to hump away, fucking her breasts with long powerful strokes. His cock, coated with slime from her stomach, slid quite easily in the tight confines of her crushed tits, though the pressure by which her breasts were wrapped around his cock made the whole act very painful.

The skeleton holding her arms started to push her forward, curling her head up towards her chest. Confused, Leslith could not comprehend what the creature was doing, until the undead thing fucking her breasts slammed his cock full force into her face. Her head jerked back, sending a shot of pain through her neck - she felt like she had been punched in the mouth. The zombie fucked forward again, pounding her in the teeth with his rock-hard Dick His third thrust smashed into her mouth, spreading her jaw wider that it had ever gone, and slammed into the back of her throat. The taste of vomit was heavy on the undead rod that plowed through her mouth.

When he pulled back, the head of Dick never withdrew from between her jaw, and he plowed his monster unit back in, every time hitting the back of her throat. She gagged as he violently fucked her mouth and tits with fast, hard jerks - sometimes her gags cause her to vomit, some of it shot from her mouth in tight streams, but with her mouth completely full of cock, most of it was forced back down her throat on the following thrust.

He pounded harder and faster as he fucked her, and the female zombie mauled her tits, squeezing them all the more in her decaying fingers and crushing them with superhuman stretch. She couldn't tell how long it lasted, the pain and horror blurred her concept of time, and after a while, her mind was numb. She came back to awareness when the fucking stopped. She looked up to see that nothing had changed: the male was still on her chest, the head of his cock sitting between her teeth and wedging her mouth open. The female was still stretching and crushing her small breasts against the massive tool. Why had they stopped?

And then she felt it. Something cold and thick was oozing into her mouth from the zombie's cock. He was cum, or whatever his equivalent was. She doubted semen was pouring into her mouth - it was thick, lick pudding, and lumpy with small chucks. It tasted very bitter, very foul. It was slow in coming, but once the flow stated, it didn't stop, and her mouth was quickly filling with it. She couldn't spit it out, and if she tried to hold more, she wouldn't be able to breathe. Disgusted by the prospect, but with no other options, she began to swallow the muck down.

She could feel the cold cock in her mouth jerking as it continued to ooze the sick sludge into her. Every so often, her lips would feel something thick and hard pass down through the cock and into her mouth. They were coming with more consistency as the more and more mouthfuls of the foulness were gulped down. Small chucks dropped into her mouth amongst the vile slime, and these things began the writhe and wiggle on her tongue. They were alive, whatever they were, and they were being pumped into her mouth in a long stream along with the zombie's cum. Maggots, maybe, or worms or some other foul insect. But still, her mouth was filling quickly with ooze and whatever these things were, and Les was forced to swallow them with the load.

After several more full mouthfuls, the zombie withdrew. Leslith felt ill again - she could feel them wiggling about in her stomach, whatever the things were, and it disgusted her.

The female monster released her tits and the male stood off of her. Les looked down in dismay at the ruins of her breasts. They once were small, round mounds that sat high and perky on her chest. Now they were flat, deflated sacks of formless flesh that sagged limply down nearly to her navel. They wagged in the air like soggy socks hanging from a cloths line.

As soon as the zombie was off her stomach, the two undead things that held her arms and legs lifted her up into the air. Confused, Leslith looked around trying to figure out what they might be doing. She was shocked when she saw that the other male corpses, the one holder her feet and the other which had not yet touched her - which was in the far worst state other than the skeleton, were both sporting cocks much longer and thicker than the beast that had just raped her mouth.

The most decayed and foul of the corpses, his intestines bloated and spilling out of his abdomen, lied down on the floor beneath her, his thick pole, at least a foot and a half long, maybe more, jutting out from the pelvis that was no more than a thin layer of skin over the bone. The two holding her started to adjust her body, and the female guided them, arrange her into a sitting position in their arms. They lowered her ass slowly towards the cock. She shriek in alarm when her cheeks brushed against the swollen head. The female gripped her ass in her hand dead hands and pulled them violently apart, which made Les scream again in pain. They lowered her more, until the ice-cold tip of the corpses hard cock was sitting just at the opening of her tight asshole.

The zombie that had just raped her moved over to help. The female held her ass open while the other three pushed, all at once, exerted their unholy strength on her and forced her down on the huge shaft in one fast motion. She screamed in pain, wishing she would black out, but she never did. Her entire body was driven down on the thick shaft, her ass in no way relaxed, lubed, or loosened was forced from tightly puckered to 5 inches wide in one sudden explosion. She could feel the muscles and flesh rip as the monstrous tool was plunged deep into her body. The pain was excruciating - it was like a sword had been driven up into her stomach.

The zombies lifted her up off the cock. Leslith felt a rush of warmth explode from her gapping ass - a mixture of blood and shit pouring unabated from her destroyed shitter. They slammed her down again, widening the hole they had created, but it was easier going this time since her torn sphincter offered absolutely no resistance and her insides were now slick with blood.

They did this a few more times, pulling her off completely and then forcing her pack down on the shaft. Then the zombie holding her feet let go and the skeleton holding her wrists pulled her into a lying position onto of the corpse whose cock still impaled her. She could feel the body under her squish and mush around as her weight shifted, and some of the decaying flesh oozed out against her skin. It was like lying on a thin leather sack filled with mud. But the mud was decaying organs.

The zombie that had been holding onto her ankles climbed on top of her, aiming his vile organ at her cunt. He thrust forward, plowing the oversized rod as deeply as he could, slamming the thick head hard into her cervix. The cock was so cold, it burned, like she had an icicle shoved up into her cunt. She screamed in pain from the hard pounding, which also drove her several inches off the cock in her ass. With both super-thick shafts inside of her, she felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside, that some pat of her would burst under the amazing pressure that invaded her.

The zombie pulled out and pulled her back into place so that the Dick was once more buried completely in her rectum and beyond. He thrust again, this time breaking right through her cervix and breaking up into her womb. He pulled back, pulling her back into place once more, and plowed again. He continued these heavy pumps, fucking deeper and deeper into her womb until his cock was pattering the top of that.

Les, looking down, could see the outline of the massive cock through her skin as it fucked in and out. It looked like a giant eel trying to swim up into her stomach. And soon, after several minutes of hard, grueling pounding, she heard something rip, and horrendous pain enveloped her waist. Looking down again, the zombie had buried his entire cock inside of her - nearly two feet of thick, undead cock spearing both her ass and cunt. It hurt like hell! Their cocks were up in her intestines, she knew; they were fucking her organs.

The zombie on top got into a rhythm, fucking her at a quick, hard pace. The one underneath did nothing more than lie back and enjoy the sensation as her body was pushed off and then pulled back down onto his cock. Les was crying and screaming out with every thrust - she wished she would just die than endure this torture.

The female zombie straddled Les's face, her thighs crushing Les' outstretched arms against her head, grinding her foul cunt against the apprentice's mouth. Les sealed her lips to keep the mouth from being violated again, but the female wrapped her hands behind Les's head and pulled her face hard against her thighs. Leslith resisted, and the pressure increased - her head was being bent upwards, the pain becoming intolerable. Her gasped for air, her mouth opening, and the beasts wilted pussy slid between the girl's lips.

Not quite understanding what the zombie wanted from her, Leslith tentatively lapped at the dead flesh in her mouth, and the she-creature eased up on her neck. Les, resigned to her fate now, stated to lick and suck at the cunt forced into her mouth, and the female let go of her completely now that she was getting what she wanted.

The skeleton released her as well, but being pinned between three zombies and impaled by two of them, Leslith still could not move. Her arms were pinned trapped between the female zombie's legs, so she couldn't even flail about. Having seen that the skeleton had no organs left at all, Les did not know if it would join in here rape. She could not fathom what it would find satisfying.

She found out, though. She felt the skeleton's boney fingers sliding up and down her stomach, all then fingers lighting clawing across her skin, even gracing the flesh as it stretched to outline the cock that fucked her cunt. The fingers were sharp, like a cat's claws. After a few strokes, the knifelike bones stabbed into her skin and slashed down her body. Her skin went hot as the blood flooded from the claw wounds. The fingers, having dug down to the first knuckle, maybe further, continued to slid up and down in the wounds they had created, scratching just a little bit more with each stroke.

She felt broken, jagged teeth biting into her left tit around the nipple. They sunk into the loose skin, biting deep, but not enough to bite through completely and tear off her nipple. Instead, the teeth just gnaws and gnashed, chewing at her flesh like a dog chomping down at a bone. Slowly the head gobbled up her tit, eating its way from tip to base, turning her tit-flesh into a bloody mess of puncturing bites. Once it got to the base of her tit, the flopping flesh having passed though its jaw and ground against its spine, it withdrew straight up, pulling her breast taunt as it did so and chomping the whole way, until her boob just fell from its mouth. Then it repeated this with the other tit, gnawing way until she was a mess of blood.

Having no way to get off sexually, the skeleton's only was to enjoy itself was to hurt her.

Under the skeleton's fierce torturing of her flesh with its claws, Leslith started to scream, which kept her from properly pleasuring the female zombie that rode her face. The zombie squeezed with her thighs, crushing Les's arms and skull. Her shoulders popped as her arms were both wrenched out of their sockets; they flopped limply behind her, her muscles no longer supporting the weight. She started to lick again, and the zombie eased a bit.

She licked and sucked the bitter, withered flesh on the female skeleton's clit while the skeleton tore at her flesh and the two zombies mangled her insides with their massive tools. Her entire body swarmed with sharp, piercing pain. She could feel things moving inside of her - she was sure that, due to the state of decay, the zombies where host to roaches, worms, maggots, and other foul crawling things, which were escaping from their bodies and into hers. The only thing she could figure out is why she hadn't died yet.

And then, after what seemed like hours, the fucking stopped. And the ooze started again. It was harder to tell since they were pumping into her body, but she could see it as it bubbled and slid through her insides. She kept licking, though, afraid of what would happen to her if she stopped again. They laid their motionless for several minutes, just letter their foul, chunky, bug-infested slime to fill up her insides.

Les kept eating out the female zombie, no longer even noticing when small bits of mummified flesh, bits of rotting meat, or even squirming insects fell into her mouth. At this point, she was in suck pain and so horribly broken, it just didn't matter. She would lie here, licking away at a she-beast's cunt until she was dead. And who knows, maybe she, too, would become a zombie and serve as these creatures' sex slave for the rest of her existence.

The female zombie began to quake above her, shuddering and clenching up, but not enough to hurt Leslith. She let out a moan, the first sound these creatures made, and as the apprentice looked up at the creature, she saw the zombie was looking down into her eyes, a long, thick black tongue lolling from her mangled maw. The tongue lashed around like a flailing snake, gilding around the zombies own body, circling the thick, rotting boobs that jutted out from her naked chest. Puss leaked from the wilted nipples, and the zombie licked it up, then lowered her mouth to smear the mess across Les's forehead. Les continued to watch this one - her breasts were swaying and writhing from the inside; the left nipple stopped secreting the vile ooze, and Les saw, to her disgust, that a maggot poked its head from the nipple and wiggled its way out. The puss flowed again, then stopped as another maggot crawled free from inside the large tits.

The zombie's moans grew louder; she started to work her breasts with her hands, grasping and the base and squeezing hard while rolling her hands forward. Slime and maggots exploded from her tits and splattered down on Leslith's face and in her hair. Time and again she worked her rotting tits, and which each squeeze, more foulness erupted from her. Cockroaches crawled out from inside her putrid body, skittering down and over Leslith.

And then, the she-zombie screamed out and Les's mouth was filled, with what, she could not tell. The zombie was bucking wildly above her, grinding her dry cunt against Les's gook-coated face. She was in the thralls of ecstasy, her orgasm rushing through her rotten flesh in waves of unholy delight. Bits of her fell off, landing in the puss, ooze, and vomit that covered the apprentice's worn and broken body.

And then all the weight was off of her and everything removed from inside her body. She was lifted off the zombie, her destroyed ass liberated of the offending tool. She was left on the floor and the undead beasts returned to their sarcophagi, though they did not close the lids.

Les laid their for a while, unable to move. She could feel herself leaking, her stomach, her ass, her cunt, even her mouth. Fluids just trickled out of her continually, but she had no idea if it was blood or zombie cum. She felt things deed inside of her, small things, moving around. No doubt she was full of insects - she could even feel some rushing into the gapping holes that used to be her ass and pussy.

Her rolled onto her stomach and tried to lift herself to her feet, but she couldn't get past a kneel. Even when she got that upright, a rush of cold liquid erupted from her the gashes between her legs, a gallon, she though, maybe more, of thick pudding-like muck splattered out from insides. Her entire body felt like it was drooping; her shapeless, bloody tits sagged nearly down to her navel, her intestines felt like they were worked loose and had fallen some, threatening to tumble out of her rear at any second. The claw marks on her stomach weren't so bad. A nasty scar would take their place, but they wouldn't kill her.

She reached down, curious to how much damage they had done but fearful to find out. There was barely anything left between her ass and her cunt - a thin film of skin, that was it. She thought that if she so much as took one long stride, there would only be one hole between her legs, not two anymore.

And so she crawled to the crypt door, and slowly at that. Weak from the loss of blood and every movement of her body utterly painful, it took her some ten minutes to cross the room. All she needed to do was get to her horse. The horse would know the way home. From there, the servants would care for her, nurse her, use the healing magics at the lair to cure the damage to her body. She didn't even worry if magic could heal all it; had she thought about it, she would have concluded that the wounds could be healed, but her destroyed tits and ass - no mere potion could cure that.

She pushed the crypt door open, but horror met her eyes. Groans of the dead, pooping of joints, the sauntering of zombies - that's all she could fathom. There was a vast sea of walking corpses before her, and now that she had opened the door, they had turned towards her, their dead eyes seeing exactly what they desired.

Les glanced around for her horse; she saw only the splattering of blood where the creature had stood. The undead had ripped it to pieces. She tried to crawl back into the crypt, but she was too weak. A zombie was above her in an instant and lifted her bodily from the ground. It tossed her back to the floor on her back, its massive cock already solid and waiting to invade her body. There were hundred of them, and they were all waiting for their turn.

Leslith closed her eyes. She felt the decaying cock enter her body, but it did not cause her any new discomfort. She was beyond being hurt worse, at this point; she just laid there in her darkness, letting them do to her body what they wished - she sucked when there was something to suck, and swallowed when she had to. The only thought that entered her mind as her body was filled and covered and torn was - what had she done wrong with that spell?

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Cold, clawed hands lifted her body up - that was the first thing she felt when she fially came to and her body and her mind connected once more. Worms and maggots fell from inside of her, insects scurried out from her wounds and fled. A couple crawled up her throat and out her mouth. Fluids gooshed from her lower half - she could no longer distinguish between ass and pussy, and at this point, there probably was no difference. For several minutes, all there was were hundreds of little legs running across her skin, and then they were gone and she was set down onto something soft.

She opened her eyes, surprised not only by the bright light but the beautiful face that hovered over hers. A woman, golden hair and the brightest green eyes Leslith had ever known. She was smiling, a radiant wonderful smile and that Les found very comforting.

"Nahara," Leslith gasped, her voice a gargled, raspy sound. "Mistress, I - "

"Shhh." Nahara kissed her apprentice on the forehead. "Don't speak yet. Drink."

A vial was held to her mouth and a cool liquid poured down her throat. Already strength was returning to her limps. Pain in her body was easing. She became more focused and aware. And she remembered everything is utter clarity.

"Oh god!" Leslith started to cry.

"No, apprentice. You do not get tears for this. You must remember it always, and clearly, and learn from it. Do not let this break you. Let it make you stronger."

Leslith sniffed and nodded, struggling to hold back the fire in her eyes.

"You took a scroll, didn't you? From my sanctum? I have told you never to enter that place, but you did not listen."

"I did, mistress. I did and I am sorry. Please don't be angry with me; don't expel me! I could not bear it to be cast out now."

"Don't worry, child. You have been punished enough, and I dare say that you have learned your lesson."

Leslith nodded. She looked around to see that she and Nahara where in the back of an open carriage lined with pillows and cushions. Skeletons walked along each side - the same skeletons that had lifted her up into the carriage in the first place. Nahara's minions.

"How did you find me?"

"You were missing when I returned and there was great news about a disturbance in the graveyard - it was easy deduction. I had thought you would be getting into mischief - I left you know that would happen - but I had thought something less . . . painful than this. Half the graveyard had already returned to their graves when we finally arrived. I dealt with the rest. I dare say, you were very popular last night."

"What did I do wrong, mistress? Why did the spell go amok? Was I not powerful enough?"

"Too powerful, my sweet child. The spell did not go wrong at all - it went exactly as it should have, put you awoke too many of the dead."

"It went as it should have?"

"Yes. I had thought you might summon a demon, which would have been better for you. It hurts when they fuck you, their cocks are huge and their cum very hot. They may even fuck you a few times before they leave, but it would not have been as savage as that." Nahara shrugged her robes off her shoulders, revealing her large, round breasts. Leslith saw claw marks arcoss each tit, from sternum to nipple. "When I was an apprentice so long ago, it was a demon I picked. He hurt me greatly, and I wear the scars to remind me of my childishness. Of course, he also made my tits bigger and firmer as a gift before he left. I still summon him from time to time, though - he was the best fuck of my life. I can control him now, if I so desire, but I let him do what he wants."

"So, the scroll was meant to - "

"To bring the dead to life to rape, yes. They did just what you called them to do. My sanctum is used for such things, and the spells within are all of . . . a more sexual nature. You could have chosen better, but you could have done far worse. This spell does not allow the victim to be killed by the rapers."

"Why use suck a spell?"

"There are a few reasons, my child. I have gotten some very young men right after death and cast this spell on them. They are vigorous lovers for a time - can be very pleasurable if controlled right. The better use, however, you will see later tonight. Lissaya has been stealing from me for a few months now. We are bringing back one of the bodies from the graveyard. You will see first hand how this spell can be used to punish those that are disloyal."

Leslith sat up and looked down at herself. Her tits had large bumps and bulges in them; she ran her fingers across these lumps only to find them very hard but also loosely easy to move under her skin. Her look must have given away her confusion.

"Insect eggs I would imagine," Nahara stated. "We will heal you more back at the house - those should be easy enough to take care of."

Leslith cupped her breasts and hefted them; they were light and gave no resistance to her manipulations. "Will this damage ever be repaired?"

"The wounds and insects we can deal with easy enough. Other things, I can no power to fix. There are some who can - demons, mainly - but they will extract a toll from you. Most likely they will desire to have use of your body. Can you handle that? Giving yourself to a demon?"

Leslith sighed, but nodded.

"Good! Than you will be invited into the sanctum. You have taken the first step, my sweet one. A woman wizard is sometimes thought to be weaker, for there are many things that want to take advantage of her body for their pleasure. That is why a woman wizard can be stronger - by manipulating those who want her to her own ends. I learned that from the demon who raped me long ago. Hopefully you will learn that now and be a better wizard for it. Once you can use your body for that purpose, then I can teach you true magic. That is your final step. You are already far more powerful than most apprentices I've had. It is no great feat to stir an entire graveyard and compel them all to rape you."

"I can handle that, mistress."

"Good. Than the nature of your training will change - you will pay to me for what you want with your body from now on." Nahara had a seductive smile on her face, and Leslith, though surprised at her words, was in no way put off by them. She suspected all the apprentices went through this - maybe that is why Dahmji had though he should have access to Les's body when he was teaching her. "And don't think that I am much more compassionate than the undead. I, too, will hurt you, a very great deal. But, at least sometimes, I'll make you like it."

Les smiled up at Nahara. After what she had experiences, this arrangement seemed wonderful. "Yes, mistress."

"Oh, and I have a present for you." Nahara pointed out towards the undead that followed their carriage. There was one amongst them that Leslith recognized immediately: the female zombie, the one who had sat on her face. "She is a queen amongst her kind, Leslith. The focus of your spell, she became very powerful indeed - it was she, who controlled the others and ordered them to complete your task. She was not easy to put under my sway. Once you have her back under yours, she will be very loyal to you, and you alone.

"Do not look at her with hate and disgust. She did all in her power to follow out your whims, and by the look of you when we found you, she did a remarkable job. I think she likes you - and that is very rare amongst the dead, and highly prized. Many powerful wizards go lifetimes without instilling that much feeling in a corpse. She will always be your most loyal vassal, and a worth while minion.

"However, such loyalty comes at a price. You summoned her spirit will a sexual spell and she will always desire you - to pleasure you and for you to please her. Those desires cannot be ignored. I think that you too will feel the same needs from her, and it will be impossible for you to not take her as a lover from time to time. You will become addicted to each other in that way.

"Don't look so surprised, apprentice. It is the same way with me and the demon who raped me. We cannot be without each for long before we desire nothing else but to fuck again; it is not a bad way for a master and servant to exist."

"It seems horrible to me."

"It does, now, yes. But at least you have your minion with you and a mistress who not only says it's okay to do so, but one who says you should. Several months after my demon raped me, I could think of nothing else and it shamed me to want him back. I snuck back into my master's chamber and stole the summoning scroll again. The demon was surprised, but happy to see me again. When I was caught, my master was less than pleased.

"Of course, he was unwise as well. He sought to strike me down while my unbound demon lover was still in the room. It took me some time to find another master, one who was understanding, but I did."

Leslith lay back in the carriage. She found it hard to believe that she would ever desire to have sex again, let alone with that she-creature that had raped her. But Nahara was not one to lie. But, for the moment, that didn't matter. She just wanted to bathe and sleep and heal. Everything else could wait for later.

"Sleep now, my little one. Do not worry yourself for anything. When dinner is ready, I shall send the servants to rouse you. Until then, sleep."

The magic flowed over her and Leslith fell into a deep, healing slumber. Her world would be changed from the moment she awoke, but for now, she slept.