MIS-Spell 2 - Spell Bound

The tears streamed down her cheeks as the Duke walked around her inspecting her as one might a fine horse. At first she considered fleeing, but how could she flee someone who's slightest word would bring her screeching to a halt. She also knew that any attempt to cover herself would simply provoke the Duke. So she stood there, quivering, almost in shock, as the Duke made his way around her. His examination was neither kind nor gentle, he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled on it until she cried out. He twisted and pinched her breasts painfully before moving on to her pussy. He only paused when he found the pinecone that had caused the lips of her pussy to be so red and swollen. She shuddered and winced as her reached down and grabbed the pinecone and pulled it from her. Biting her lip she managed to keep from screaming and somehow managed to stay on her feet. When she opened her eyes she saw that it was the Duke who had kept her from falling. His strong hands had caught her before she could fall and he was now looking her straight in the eyes with a look of deep concern. "Are you ok?" he said in a voice that mirrored the concern on his face. For a long moment she was taken aback by his sudden caring demeanor. It seemed completely out of place from the man that had so recently been treating her like a piece of horseflesh. He cradled her in his arms as she recovered her composure, then his face hardened again and he said, "back on your feet slave, I HAVE NOT completed my inspection." The change in tone confused her, but Allya silently obeyed, once again placing her body on display. As the Duke invaded her pussy and ass with his fingers she felt strangely detached from the activity and somehow less humiliated than she had been before. As he finished his examination of her body she pleaded with him to be allowed to dress again and he nodded in agreement and told her to get moving because they would be leaving immediately.

Allya dresses quickly, knowing that at any second the Duke could change his mind and she would have no choice but to obey. She shivered at the thought of having to go to the castle topless or even naked and pushed herself to move faster. In less than a minute she was dressed and standing before the Duke again. Allya was panting a little from the rush of movement and almost missed the smile that had spread across the Duke's face, he looked like a cat who'd accidentally fallen in a vat of cream and discovered that he liked it. He left her standing there, just looking at he, for almost a minute before he spoke again, "slave, collect your Magical tools, I think I'm going to make you my PERSONAL magician." Allya just stared at him for a moment, wondering what he might be thinking and why he would want her for this. As she stood there she saw the irritation beginning to return to his face and decided that it would be best not to anger her new Master. Moving quickly, she rushed about her house collecting her most precious belongings and magical implements as the Duke watched silently. After about 10 minutes she had heaped a small pile of personal belongings in a heap on the table. She was heading to get a few more items when the Dukes strong voice brought her up short as it commanded her to stop. It wasn't a true command like the ones that the Duke and the demon had given earlier, but it was enough to bring her to a halt and return her to kneeling at the Duke's feet.

For a moment Allya almost rebelled and ran for the door instead of kneeling but she didn't and as she knelt before the Duke she found herself wondering at how far she had come already. How far she was from the independent woman she had been just a few short days ago. She hated kneeling before this man, hated him for making her do it, but she also knew that she had no choice, that she would do whatever he commanded whether she wanted to or not. For a moment she almost cried, but the moment passed and suddenly she was looking up into the eyes of the Duke. In those eyes she could see both the deep warmth of a compassionate soul and the same fiery glee that had constantly danced in the eyes of the Demon. Slowly she realized that while the Duke might not always be a good man he was FAR better than the creature she had originally enslaved herself to. With the Duke she had a hope, with the Duke there was the possibility of compassion and perhaps even release once her tired of playing with her. Allya knew that her life would never be the same, that she would never be the same, but at least her new captor left her with some glimmer of hope. All these thoughts danced through her mind as she stared up into the Duke's eyes.

When he turned away the spell was broken and she was once again scared and kneeling as the Dukes men collected her supplies and took them out to the carriage. When it was done the Duke commanded her to rise and quietly she followed him out the door of a home she somehow knew that she would never return to again. The Duke proved her premonition correct a few minutes later when he ordered the place burned to the ground. Tears burned their way down her cheeks as the carriage carried her away from the burning wreckage that she has recently called home. As they rode she could hear the Duke laughing, and for a moment she feared that the compassion she had seen in his face was merely the wishful thinking of a woman in a desperate situation. When the Duke saw the questioning look on her face he reached up and touched it in a gentle gesture and then laughed again, "Don't worry my slave, I am not taking delight in the destruction of your home. I am merely finding amusement in the fulfillment of a promise. I promised that abomination that you summoned that I wouldn't do anything to him, and I have kept my bargain. Can I help it if just HAPPENED to be in a building I saw fit to destroy." Allya understood his words and the need to be rid of such a creature, but she also saw that the Duke truly did have an Evil streak and she just hoped and prayed that she wasn't about to become the outlet for all his aggression.

For the remainder of the ride Allya was quiet as she thought about the turn of events that had brought her to this point. Fortunately the Duke left her alone during the entire trip to his castle. When they arrived he motioned the driver to wait a moment and stared Allya in the eyes. "My slave, I fear that duty must take me away from you now. So, you will follow the porters when they take your belongings to your new quarters. you CANNOT and will NOT discuss your new status with anyone, instead you will act as if you have been chosen as my new court Magician and behave accordingly. That is a COMMAND." As he finished his statement Allya felt the words taking hold of her mind and knew that she would obey, that she truly was the Dukes property. Then he was gone and Allya found herself being led off to her new quarters.

She almost gasped when she saw them, they were huge compared to the tiny size of her old house. She had been given the upper three floors of the West tower for her own use. It was INCREDIBLE, all the supplies she would ever need were already here and the bed was the size of her old bedroom. For the first half-hour she reveled in exploring her new world, then as the novelty wore off Allya began to really think about her new home. Sure the quarters were better, but she was still a bird in a gilded cage and while they were spacious they were also far away from any of the other residents of the castle so she would be COMPLETELY at the Duke's mercy whenever he was with her. She shuddered at the thought of the degrading and humiliating things he might demand of her, and as she thought about it her mind flashed back to the painful removal of her pubic hair. As she thought about it she mouthed a silent prayer that the duke would be a kinder Master than the Demon had been. She was so lost in her thoughts that Allya never even noticed the damp spot she left behind on her chair as she rose to answer her door.

Silently she breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened to reveal a young woman instead of her latest tormentor. The girl was a short brunette in a simple tunic, she was carrying a pile of fresh linens and had a nervous look on her face. Allya immediately assumed that the girl was nervous because of her new status as court magician, not everyone was comfortable with magic and she'd seen looks like that before. Suddenly she felt an unexpected kinship to the poor girl who looked to be as afraid of her as she was of the Duke. Allya knew that her fear was MUCH more real than the girls, and she immediately made up her mind to befriend her and help ease the girls fears in a way that she knew that hers would now. "Come in..." she said, hoping that the girl would fill in a name and make the job of breaking the ice at least a little easier. After a moment the girl replied with a hesitant, "Rachel Mistress..." The word Mistress sent an unpleasant shiver down Allya's back and almost hastily she replied, "NOT Mistress..." and then seeing the girl almost ready to bolt she calmed herself and continued saying, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you, it's just that Mistress has a BAD meaning for me. Besides I'm a commoner just like you are so PLEASE, call me Allya. I insist." The girl relaxed slightly and hurried into the room.