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Here is something a little different for your enjoyment, for more of
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The Apprentice: A Preview of The Diary of Amber
My name is Amber, in full Amber Hethara d'Lerrage, but all now
know me as Amber, or Mistress Amber. Some call me Amber the Dark
Consort, others The Dark Enchantress. I grew up in a peasant family
in the County of Farrington, not far from Farrington Keep, the primary
city of that land. My parents were simple folk, and I helped them
tend their farm, but yet I always wanted more for myself. I had hoped
to study in The Great University, but my parents were poor. Their
plans for me were to marry me off, and have me and my chosen husband
tend their farm as they grew old. I was a pretty girl, as I still am,
with flowing red curls and a petite, pleasant body. They knew I could
fetch a sizable dowry. I on the other hand, had little time for boys,
I often spent my time in the Library of Farrington studying, hoping
one day to visit the places I read of, and see the wonders of the
world.
I know now that the Library is where her first saw me, my
master, the Archmage Varis. I knew little of him other than that he
had a tower high in the mountains, and that he was rumored to be
powerful and terrible just the same. To my good fortune, although it
took me sometime to realize it, he took an interest in me.
My parents were frightened the day he arrived at our door.
They knew his reputation, and feared what horrible curse he planned
for them. I too stood scared as I watched him throw my father across
the room with a thought when my father tried to attack him. I met his
penetrating gaze and even then I could sense his power and desire. I
knew before he even spoke it, that he had come for me.
My parents protested. They screamed and shouted, saying they
would never give up their little girl. It was clear they were not
going to have a choice. Yet in my first lesson under my master's
care, I learned how fleeting my parent's love for me was. He offered
a dowry for me, bringing forth a chest full of gold and jewels. How
quickly my parents changed their mind. They knew they had no hope of
stopping him, and so they chose to look out for themselves. They
turned their back as he dragged me, screaming and kicking, from the
house. He put his hand to my cheek as he held me tight, and with a
word of magic. I slept.
How I rose from his victim, to his concubine and apprentice,
to finally his consort is an interesting story. The tale is an
exciting one, but not for the faint of heart. I have endured terribly
things. I have witness terrible things. And yes, I have done
terrible things as well. I found my destiny in the dark magic, in sex
and power. I am Amber, and this is my story.
I lay there helpless as Varis stood over me. My hands were
lashed to the headboard to the ancient oak bed, my ankles tied tight,
strapped to the posts at the foot of the bed. The straps that tied my
ankles also pulled my legs up, suspended off the mattress, as to allow
the master better access to my young pussy. I awaited the master in
eager anticipation; my heart raced and my breathing quickened. It
had been several months since I first came to the tower. At the time,
I was a naïve girl in search of something better than a peasant's
life. Since then, I had learned much about myself. Standing by my
Master's side I had seen and done wonderful things, terrible things. I
had experienced power like I never imagined. I had come to love my
Master, and he had come to love me.
So much of our time had been spent recently on our adventures
together. Together we raped the virgin priestess of Breeala, taking
her power for our own. We had faced the succubus Zdora, a powerful
demoness, and enslaved her for our own use. Together, we saw to the
Count of Farrington's destruction and seduced the Countess,
solidifying out control of the region. We had accomplished so much,
yet I looked forward to time spent under his guiding hand once again.
I had stood by him, dominated along side him, raped along side him. I
worked as his assistant, yet truth be told, I missed being is servant,
his victim. I miss being the dominated one, the raped one. I looked
forward in that moment, to the pain I knew he'd give to me, not as a
punishment, but as a gift.
I had made myself look very pretty for him. I wore mostly
white, as I knew he loved when I looked innocent. White flowers
adorned the thick crimson curls of my hair. A white satin nightgown
covered my body, showing off my soft curves. My legs, which I knew my
Master loved, were encased in white stockings and white high heeled
shoes. I had my personal attendant, Felecia, bind me properly. She
was the only one I trusted to see me in my vulnerable state. She was
loyal, and she served me without question. She had retired to her own
room to await my ministrations these evening, after my Master was done
with me. All was ready as I lie there helpless and felt that
wonderful mix of excitement and fear I had missed for so long wash
over me.
I licked my lips hungrily as the door opened and my Master,
the Archmage Varis Ven entered the chamber. He glanced over briefly
before turning to close the door and lock it behind him. He then cast
additional spells of warding over the door, not only our privacy, but
that no sound escape the room that night. That done, he turned his
attention back to me.
"My Princess," he smiled as he walked closer to the bed,
admiring my dress and the leather bindings. He ran his hand along the
bindings, "these could be tighter I think." With a word from the
archmage the straps shrunk, pulling my body tight. I let out a gasp
and a groan as I was stretched. I squirmed in spite of the bindings,
enjoying the feel of the sharp leather against my ankles and wrists.
"My Lord and Master," I said to him pleadingly, "I have missed
you. Please take me for your pleasure!" I writhed a little, the
writhing painful with the straps so tight, but my body welcomed the
pain, as did my soul. My master ran his hand slowly down my leg, I
felt the electricity of his power shoot through me, nearly bringing me
to orgasm with just a touch. Such was the energy between us. If any
others had been present in the room that moment, they would have
fallen to their knees in the presence of such power. His touch on my
calf was soft, caressing. He follow the curves of my legs up and
down, admiring them. I knew at the same moment, the feel of those
strong, well curved calves was lighting a fire in his blood. He
leaned over and put his tongue to my leg, sliding his lips and tongue
along those very curves, my stockings wet with his saliva. I moaned
in delight as waves of pleasure so powerful that any other woman would
have passed out. Gently he sucked softly at my legs, drinking in the
power of my sex, devouring my own sexual energy to feed his desire.
Like a vampire drinking blood he could kill me if he wanted to,
draining me of all of my essence. Yet I trusted my Master and instead
I reveled in the odd mixture of pain and pleasure brought on by the
experience. "Oh my Master, I do not deserve such attention," I moaned
in delight, squirming in my bonds, my aching body trembling from the
pleasure and excitement.
"My precious Amber," you have come such a long way since I
first brought you here. "Do you remember?"
"Yes my teacher," I told him, licking my lips with pleasure at
the thought, "you raped me for many days and nights. You had paid my
parents to send me to you, as you have so many others. You told me
that first night, as I screamed and begged you to release me that I
would one day the most powerful of your apprentices." He gripped my
blouse with his hands and tore it open as I spoke, I gasped in
surprised delight, his hands cupping my breasts, squeezing and molding
them, making them tingle beneath his powerful touch. My nipples grew
erect and he touched them lightly, brushing his hands over each. My
womanhood was beginning to drip from the anticipation and I could tell
by the fire in his eyes that my Master's loins were burning with the
same desire.
"You have come so far my precious Amber," he told me as he
smiled, "sometimes I think your deviousness exceeds even my own." He
sat down onto the bed and leaned over, kissing me. Our lips and
tongues met in a passionate dance, the energy of our union coursing
through us, weaving an odd web of passion, lust, desire and love
around us. For yes, we loved each other. Drawn together by darkness,
we were evil, yet we loved. He was climbing on top of me now,
positioning himself between my legs as he pressed his body against
mine, his tongue working its way from my lips, down my neck and across
my breasts. With the hunger of a child he sucked at my breasts,
sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through my body. His
strong, powerful hands slid up and down my stocking encased legs,
caressing every curve, squeezing my strong thighs. My body arched,
causing me pain as I pulled at the bonds. The pain was nothing
compared to the pleasure of my master. I had endured horrible
tortures for him, I had sworn to die for him. My trust in him was
strong. He mumbled words of magic over my breasts as he sucked them,
causing them to tingle with powerful energy. The energy pulsated and
was drawn into my soul.
My eyes opened wide as the fire burst within me, the powerful
energy of my master burning my blood, causing me to scream out in
agony. I thrashed violently, the agonizing pain causing every muscle
in my body to twitch in protest. The shaking only served to increase
the pain as I pulled at the bonds. The leather straps now bit into my
wrists and ankles. The whole bed creaked and shook, my joints barely
holding on as I reacted to the fire in my blood. It coursed through
me, filling my head and heart, penetrating deep into my womb. My cunt
felt like it was on fire. I was unable to speak, I but my lip hard
and endured the torture my master had chosen for me. My breathing was
rapid, my heart racing, I closed my eyes tight and focused my mind on
the pain. I focused all of my energy, chanting with my master as my
body was brought to the brink. My mind and soul exalted in the
challenge as I slowly felt the building pleasure through the pain. My
eyes teared, my lip bled from the biting, but still I endured. I
could barely speak through the intense pain, but I knew that my master
would wait for the words.
"Please " I panted, "my master take me!" He had already
pulled out his powerful cock and he ran the tip along my thigh, the
wet precum cooling my aching muscles. Still I shaked in the bonds, my
back arching, my body hurting in its need. "My master!" I yelled,
"fuck me fuck your whore Amber!" The wanting was torturing me more
than the pain, the fire in my womb raging out of control. Only his
cock deep within me would satisfy me now. Without his seed the fire
would consume me for I was cursed and his seed was my salvation.
It seemed I lay there, suspended in pain and lust for hours,
writhing and groaning in hungry agony. Never had he made me wait so
long. Never had my master denied me what I needed; never had he made
me suffer so. I pleaded, but could not speak. I could barely breath
through the anguish. I felt my body begin to tremble and give out.
Darkness would close over me if my body was left to burn from within.
As my eyes rolled back in my head and consciousness slipped
away from me I felt his stinging blow across my cheek. He slapped my
hard, startling me. What was this pain when added onto the anguish of
the fire in my soul and womb? It startled me back to consciousness
however.
"Stay away my whore," he ordered me. "Endure this pain for
your master!" He moaned in pleasure as he watched me suffer. I had
seen that look on his face before; I had shared it with him as we
worked together. The thought of him gaining pleasure from my
suffering served to give me pleasure; it served to help me focus on
consciousness.
Yet I kept slipping, and he struck me again, and again. I was
bound, tortured and beaten. My body would break any moment now, and I
would be destroyed. If that is what my master intended, then I would
accept it gladly. I was his to pleasure, his to hurt, and his to
destroy. My love and trust for him was so true that if I was to die
at his hand, I would do so without question. I need not ask him if I
was to die. I need not beg him to stop. Instead I prepared myself
for his will, whatever it be, and whispered softly, "I love you my
master."
As the darkness closed over me, like waters slipping over my
head, I was yanked to the surface and surrounded in light. The pain
was still there, but it was pierced by a pleasure so intense, so
incredible that all my other senses were useless. I could not see for
the light, could not hear in that moment of eternal silence. I could
feel however, and what I felt was the power of my masters manhood
driving deep into my being. His cock had torn through me in a sudden
thrust, my cunt on fire now with the delight of being fucked. His
throbbing organ penetrated deep into me. I could feel it throb
against the tight walls of my pussy; I could feel it press against my
cervix. I groaned loudly as it writhed and pulsed within my
tightness, like a thing alive within me.
His cock was tremendous as he fucked me deeper, wilder, but it
was far more than flesh that drove into me in that moment. He fucked
me body, mind and soul. I could feel the energy of his powerful cock
drive through me: through my cunt, through my gut, into my chest and
through my heart and finally into my mind. My eyes rolled back again
in pleasure. I shook wildly as my orgasm took hold of me, thrashing
in pain and pleasure, my wrists bleeding from the leather straps. Over
and over again I came with intense passion, my pussy hot and wet with
pleasure as my soul was lit alight by the spiritual link we shared.
Harder he drove his rock hard shaft into my tight hole; his
body slamming against mine, crushing me with each thrust. I was over
a foot shorter than the tall archmage and his fucking was brutal,
crushing me beneath him. The physical pain was incredible by most
standards, but it was nothing compared to what I had endured and it
was nothing compared to the pleasure I received as my teacher fucked
me.
His cock pulsed inside me, eager to unleash its load. As I
felt him nearing, I grew wild with desire, my hunger for his seed my
only thought. I clenched my aching pussy around his cock and my body
thrashed in the bonds. My limbs were threatening to break from their
joints, but I did not care. I needed the seed, it would complete me.
It would fill the emptiness, and make me whole. He grunted loudly as
he gripped my ass tight and began to crash harder against me as I
writhed and squirmed on his cock.
I milked it hard with my cunt. My master groaned loudly with
each clenching spasm of my pussy, my cunt walls tightening around him,
massaging him. My head rolled back in pleasure as I came again,
continuing to massage his shaft. I could feel the head of his cock
pressed against my cervix. I squeezed him harder. My tight wetness
was writhing around his shaft, drawing him closer to climax.
His breathing quickened, his moans louder. Any moment now he
would fill me with his seed. I tensed in anticipation. I had known
his seed before, I had known what it would do to me, the power it had.
I hoped I would be able to survive it, but if not, I knew I would die
happy. Grunting and moaning, fucking me wildly as I squeezed him,
Varis crushed me, pinning me to the bed with his cock. His body
tensed as I lay there pinned beneath him, his cock threatening to tear
me apart. With a loud moan he came.
His seed gushed forth in a torrent and I could feel it splash
against me inside. I felt it fill my womb as I came again myself,
unable to control myself as the hot seed gushed out into me. Slowly
it seeped through the aching, tingling walls of my pussy. Slowly it
entered my system. I felt the intoxication, the high and then it hit
me. I shook violently as the cum worked on my system, feeding my
need. As my body was bathed in his seed I screamed loudly, arching my
back, pulling at my bonds. My ankles and wrists bled, my body
thrashed as I came again.
As the initial shock of the seed in my system wore off, I was
left with a high brought on by the experience. My eyes were glazed
over, I could see or feel nothing, lost in the experience I had just
had. I was aware that my bonds were cut and I was covered with a
silken sheet. I felt my masters lips on my forehead as he kissed me,
his kiss hot, burning my flesh. His love for me washed over me as I
lay there and I smiled. Exhausted from my ordeal, I slipped into a
quiet sleep.