Chapter 70: Rakin's Revenge

Merrie hit the ground and the impact drove the air from her lungs. The momentum from the teleportation spell flipped her over and she slid along the ground, her body scraping along brick tiles. The sharp edges tore at her back and shoulders. Her tail kinked underneath her and sparks of pain exploded along her senses as the hairs were torn from their roots.

Crying out, Merrie could only flail her arms and legs as she continued to scrape along the floor. She hit the wall with a crunch, her limbs unable to stop her before she slammed face-first into sharp bricks. A metal bracket punched into her stomach, right above her belly button, and her body jerked violently from the pain.

“Pretty clever,” said Rakin in a low voice, “saving the girl like that. Never thought you'd give up your only defense.”

She could barely hear him over the ringing in her ears. Her broken ear was crushed underneath her head and she tried to lift her head to relieve the pain but accidentally scraped her forehead against the wall. She pushed back, wincing as the sharp edge dug into her. Her eyes were open, she knew that, but there was nothing but bright, painful light.

“A pity though. I was planning on breaking her at the same time.”

Merrie's protectiveness for Nir rose up, cutting through her blind panic. She clung to it, trying to overcome the disorientation from the teleportation. She didn't remember being so confused the first time, but it was years ago since that fateful day on the street.

Gasping, she struggled to get on her wrists and knees. Each brick would have been the size of her hands when she had them. There was no wear on the corners and the room smelled freshly mortared. The sharp edges left deep gouges in her skin.

Rakin's boot caught her in the ribs, slamming her against the wall and flipping her over again.

She hit the wall again and, as she slid down, fresh cuts tore at her breasts and forehead. She could taste blood in her mouth from a thin cut on her lips.

“Stay down.”

Merrie blinked. Her eyes refused to focus. It was too bright to see anything. She reached out with her mind, trying to find a shadow to wrap around her and shield her eyes, but she couldn't find any. She tried again, but there were no shadows anywhere near her. She froze as she tried again to find any comforting darkness. There was nothing but light around her, not in the gap between her legs or the tiny spaces in her hair.

She couldn't escape the brightness.

Merrie whimpered and blinked her eyes. Her vision came back into focus. The world had a strange, almost drawn appearance. Without shadows, everything was flat and garish.

“I planned on using her to keeping you in line.” Rakin stepped into the center of the room and gestured to the room. “I was going to break both of you and maybe crop her, just to make my own little pack. A matched set.” He made a little laugh noise in the back of his throat. “Though, she would be useless once she broke.”

Merrie tried to clear her head by shaking it. When she stopped, everything continued to spin around her violently and she felt nausea gnawing at her gut. Her eyes focused enough for her to notice her surroundings. She was in a small brick room, about three meters by two. Someone had installed a metal door in the corner and she could see white runes inscribed in the surface but no handle. Scattered around the room were dozens upon dozens of metal rings. Each one had been mounted into the brick and chains dangled from a number of them.

The only furniture in the room was a single bed along the wall. She could see bolts fixing it into place. There was no pillow on it, nor were there any sheets or blankets. She knew it wasn't for sleeping and her stomach twisted with the realization that Rakin had planned on raping her and Nir.

She let out a soft gasp of relief. At least she saved Nir from Rakin.

“You killed her, you know.”

Merrie jerked at his words. She lifted her head and focused on him.

“Natalie… well, she calls herself Nir now. Those men you killed? They were just a distraction to separate you from your dog and the fire mage. The real force was coming after we left, to make sure your little mage doesn't live long enough to tell the guild.” He rubbed his hand against his gauntlet. “Pity that Natalie is going to die… along with that hound of yours.”

Merrie gasped with fright. She had to check on Tamin and the others. She clung to the connection and reached out for it. (Tamin!)

But, it sounded like she was screaming into an empty room. There was no response, no wave of emotions.

A whimper rose up in her throat. She frowned and tried again, screaming down the connection to Tamin.

Nothing.

Desperate, she reached along it, feeling out the connection. The leash that bound them was thin and hazy. It shifted but she continued to trace it along until she hit a psychic shield. Surprised, she explored it for a moment. There was nothing but a smooth wall that prevented her from reaching out.

But, she was a shield breaker. She pulled back and slammed on it. It didn't crack. She spread out her senses, looking for some weakness in the shield.

Around her, the room flashed. Swirls of yellow blossomed around her, sparkling along the bricks. She pulled back from the shield, and the light faded. Fear pooled in her gut and she reached out for it, watching as the bricks glowed yellow around her.

“You'll find,” she jerked at Rakin's calm words, “that I've planned this for some time. The shield around this room took a year to make and there no way you will ever break out of it from the inside.” He sat down on the corner of the bed, it creaked under his weight. “Go ahead. Call your puppy.”

Merrie kept her eyes locked on him as she pressed herself into the corner of the room. The sharp bricks were almost comforting as she reached out with her mind, slamming against the shield with all her might.

It didn't even budge or crack. She gathered up her fear and punched at it, crashing again and again, but she could sense no weakness.

Around her, the bricks flashed yellow with every surge of emotion. She could see it swirling around her, coloring the bricks before fading. She shivered and gathered up her power. The tiles underneath her glowed brighter, matching the intensity of the emotions boiling inside her.

With a flash, the energy turned to hatred as she regarded Rakin. The tiles below her shifted from yellow to red, boiling with curls reflected in the bricks. She lashed out at Rakin. The shifting red and yellow brightened in a spear that raced toward him.

“Stop!” His bellow slammed into her and she lost control of her attack.

Merrie jerked at his command, then let out a gasp as she felt the hated warmth growing along her skin.

Rakin surged from his bed and stormed toward her. “Down!”

She cried out and shook her head.

He grabbed her by the throat and shoved her down. “Down!” He yelled.

A heat suffused across her body, both hated and seductive. She craved to obey him and it took all her willpower not to plant her ass on the sharp bricks. A human growl vibrated in her throat and she lashed out with her arm.

He slammed her face into the ground. An explosion of white sparks burst across her vision and the glowing tiles scraped her cheeks.

Rakin knelt down next to her. “You're a bitch. You're my bitch now.”

Merrie shook her head and jammed her arms underneath her to push herself up. Power rose up inside her, anger and hatred boiling into white-hot fury. The bricks glowed red underneath her and the light blinded her.

He growled and lifted her head to force her to look at him. Her hairs caught on his gauntlet and she could feel the metal scraping her scalp. “Beg.”

Merrie lashed out with her mind.

“Beg!” He screamed as the world exploded into agony. Lighting tore through her senses, ripping down her body. Her attack barely crashed into his own shields before she succumbed to the agony. Before the brief connection shattered, she realized his shields were almost as good as the room's. It would take time for her to break them but she couldn't do it while he was ordering her.

The smell of burning hair suffocated her. Her body jerked violently and helplessly in his grip. She felt heat pooling between her legs, sending flares of helplessness and pleasure coursing through her veins.

He released her and she slumped to the ground.

Panting, Merrie tried to catch her breath. Her body jerked and she clutched at the bricks, the smooth ends of her arms barely able to catch the sharp ridges. Another jerk left scrapes along her naked breasts.

Rakin smiled. “I already planned this. You and me for the rest of your life. These bricks,” he gestured to the room, “are just part of your training. They tell me what you're doing and when it is just a scan or an attack.”

Merrie cried out and curled against herself. She felt trapped by the corner of the room, stuck between the sharp bricks and Rakin.

“Lesson one is simple: beg. You, bitch, will beg for my cock.”

She shook her head. She would never submit to him.

He leaned over her and grabbed her by the hair. His bare fingers caught her hair and he pulled her head up. “Yes. You're a bitch. And you're mine.”

Merrie lashed out, the power fueled by her fear and anger. She slammed against his shields and felt them crack.

“Beg!” His gauntlet slapped across her face with the full force of his strength. Her body slammed to the side and the bricks scraped her face.

Her attack, like before, dissipated in a flash of humiliating heat and pain.

“Alphas,” Rakin said as he forced her to look at him, “can't resist commands. If you were bonded, this wouldn't work because you only acknowledge one master. But, I've been watching you. You have no one master, you have many. Anyone who barks a command, you obey. You have men who pay to fuck you—” His lip curled back in disgust. “—but no one knows how to properly dominate you. They don't understand how to truly force you to submit.”

Merrie whimpered and shook her head. She knew where he was leading her thoughts. She shoved at his arm with her own severed limb, but she couldn't move him.

“I'm going to be your master, Merrie. I'll make you mine.”

She hated the curl of heat rising inside her. She knew that Rakin could be a master for her, someone who knew what she needed and forced her to accept it. Part of her, the hungry part that smoldered deep inside, rose up with anticipation. She needed it with all her mind. With a cry, she shook her head.

Rakin chuckled. “I just saw your need, just for a flash. That hungry look, the dullness of something missing in your life. You missed it, don't you. You need to be dominated. You need to be ordered, don't you?”

Merrie shook her head again, tears starting to well up.

He pressed his gauntlet against her breasts. The metal was still hot and tingling. It sent little aches through her body and her nipple grew hard against the harsh metal.

“You need to be punished again?”

She shook her head again, a whimper noise rising up even as she felt a heat burning inside her.

His gauntleted fingers gripped her breasts, squeezing into the soft mound. It hurt, but the pain flowed into her pussy and the fires grew hotter. The smell of her excitement, sweet and delicate, rose up.

Merrie squirmed in discomfort and she felt her slick lips rubbing against each other. Her body trembled with fear and lust and she hated both responses.

“You were a bad girl,” he said, “when you rejected me at the fair.”

And then electricity burst out from his gauntlet. It burned into her breast and tore through her nerves. Her head cracked back against the wall but the pain was nothing compared to the sharp pain that dominated her thoughts.

It ended in a flash and she slumped forward. Between her legs, her sex throbbed with need and she began to sob.

“It turns you on, doesn't it? Knowing what I can do to you? What I'm going to do to you?”

Another burst of lighting slammed into her. She cried out before slumping forward. It was hard to breathe. Her breasts rose and fell, every movement cause her curves to glisten with sweat. She was painfully aware of how her tits pressed into the metal grip that tortured her. It excited and terrified her.

Rakin stroked her face with his bare hand. She wanted to jerk away, but she could only tilt away. “Kine should have never bought you.”

Stunned, Merrie stared at him.

“You know I had him killed, right?”

Something snapped inside her. The bricks around her darkened into pitch black as she felt the despair and anger rise up from the depths of her soul. She welcomed it as the light around her dimmed and the energy filled her. The pool of darkness spread out as the power rose up.

Her master's body turned to shadow, roaring as it burned away. The ethereal smell turned into the burn of Shadows and she felt his soul being torn away, to be claimed by the Shadows he got his power.

The haunting memory slammed into her. It was the last sight she had of her master, but she knew it was far more than that. The Lord of Shadows had taken her master and fed upon it, gathering the darkness into itself until it split into two. Her master's soul was food for the Lord, sustenance for an entity she could never understand.

A spell rose up inside her, the elegant calligraphy that her master used once to kill a traitor. It was the summoning spell for the Lord of Shadows into the world. It was usable only once, but her master never knew why. Now, she understood the spell behind it. It was powerful enough to summon a creature almost as powerful as a god, but it came with a price. It would tie her to the Shadows forever and when she died, she wouldn't slump to the ground as a corpse but burn away to feed the Lord that waited.

Merrie was at a crossroads in her life. If she used the spell, it would kill the man who was about to rape her but doom her very soul. There would be no salvation, no freedom, no hope. Her soul would become food for the Lord of Shadows.

There was no choice.

The calligraphy of the forbidden spell began to draw across her thoughts, dredged from her master's memory with perfect clarity. Inside her, the energy and despair rose up, consuming her thoughts and filling her very being. Runes burned across her sight and she felt the Shadows beating on the outside of the shield, pounding to reach her.

Electricity slammed through her. “Down!”

Merrie strained to keep the spell in her mind. Darkness wrapped around her, shielding her from the sharp edge of pain, but the words almost crumbled. She let out a scream and continued the spell, her lips working silently as she mouthed each unspeakable world.

Fear flashed across Rakin's face and she felt his shields cracking from the inside. He pulled back and slapped her hard. “Down!”

The impact slammed her face into the brick and the words blurred but they remained in her mind. She growled and continued to inscribe them on her mind. She reached out for the darkness beyond the room's shields, slamming against the psychic field that prevented her from reaching the darkest power she could summon.

On the far side, barely felt through the shields, the Lord of Shadows tore at the room's protection. The unspeakable entity dug into it, cracking the outside and stripping off.

“Down!” Rakin slapped her again and then balled his hands into fists. As the electricity poured into her through his gauntlet, he slammed his fist into her jaw, pounding her into the brick. “Down, Bitch!” He continued to bellow orders at her as he beat her.

Merrie felt the spell cracking. She couldn't summon the Lord through the shields. She cried out and threw more of her anger and despair, the infinite hole in her soul reaching out for them.

A second Lord of Shadows began to claw at the shield, tearing through the protections. They would eventually destroy it, but Merrie wouldn't last with him beating her.

Each blow sent a flash through the spell. It made it hard to maintain the magic with the constant assault of agony and orders. Her body screamed to obey, the pleasure of submission blurring the despair that filled her. Lust and anger couldn't fill her at the same time. She needed only a few more seconds for the Lords to slaughter Rakin. Only a few more seconds before succumbing to the pleasure.

Rakin's hand wrapped around her neck. With a grunt, he stood up and hauled her off the ground. He slammed her into the wall. Her entire weight settled on her throat and she felt the tightness cutting off her breath.

Merrie opened her mouth in agony, desperately trying to keep focus. The Lords were almost to her. She would sacrifice her soul to kill Rakin, it was the only thing she could do. The final glyphs of the spell refuse to form in her head, they needed the Shadows to complete and there were no shadows in the room.

She had to survive.

He slammed his gauntleted hand up between her legs. She felt the metal fingers punch past her labia as he drove three fingers deep into her sex. The sharp edges of metal cut at her insides and she screamed. Blood or her juices, she didn't know which, dribbled down her thighs.

Another symbol darkened as power filled it. The two Lords were almost through the shields. She could feel the connection with Tamin grow stronger, not enough to reach for him, but the shadowy leash wavered right on the edge of her vision.

Rakin yelled at her, “Stop!”

Electricity burst out from the fingers embedded in her. Every muscle in her body clamped down on his fingers, catching the gauntlet deep inside her as lightening tore through her insides.

She screamed out in agony, desperate to keep the spell in her mind.

Rakin's shield cracked and she felt his thoughts press up against her own. It was nothing but rage and lust. He was thinking about raping her against the wall, forcing her into the sharp edges and filling her body with electricity as he slammed his cock deep into her pussy. It was hot and frantic and tinged in anger.

The pain rose up and, to Merrie's horror, it became pleasure. The suffocation and electricity mixed in with his thoughts of lust and the constant orders he bellowed out at her. The despair crumbled with the onslaught of pleasure and her killing spell faded from her mind. She let out a cry of frustration which quickly turned into a gasping moan.

Merrie's body jerked with the electricity still tearing through her, but it was the helpless shudders of orgasm that refused to bring the despair back. The tension left her body and she slumped against the wall, sobbing and panting.

He released her throat and she slid down the wall, the sharp edges leaving long scrapes down her back and buttocks. His fingers slipped from her pussy but he kept them pressed against her belly as he traced a slick, tingling line as she fell. She struck the floor on her knees just as his fingers were resting against her throat.

The collar was made of the purest adamantite, the strongest material mortal man could forge. The black metal reflected almost no light as he looked down at it. It was nestled inside a wooden box and held in place with black silk.

His gaze drifted up to the gap in almost perfect circle. Once place on, it would seal in place and become a ring that could never be removed again. He smiled as he caressed it, enjoying the slick feel to the masterfully crafted collar.

It would be perfect for that bitch, Sable.

Merrie gasped at the memory. It was hazy but polished, brought back to Rakin's thoughts year after year. But, it had faded and it was more of an idea than anything else. He had a new focus for his anger and lust. A bitch that wasn't protected by a fallen paladin and his allies. The collar was for someone new.

Her.

Rakin reached down and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up until she was barely on her knees.

She looked up at him, tears burning her eyes and the humiliation of her orgasm burning as brightly as the frustration. She had her chance to kill Rakin but failed. Even now, she could feel the Lords of Shadows pulling back, waiting for the time she would be free of the shield and willing to surrender her soul again.

“Beg,” he ordered.

Merrie shook her head.

He slammed her head against the wall. “Beg!”

She came again, it was humiliating as she shuddered. She couldn't surrender to him, not now, not ever. But every order sent bolts of heat coursing through her body. A wet dripping echoed in the room and the smell of her pussy was strong. She knew it was blood and excitement splashing on the bricks, both hers.

“Beg for my cock.”

Merrie wanted to crawl into a ball, just as much as she hungered to reach for it. The idea of submission brought back a flash of energy, a heat that filled her. She was an Alpha and she had to obey.

He released her again. This time, as she hit the ground, she remained kneeling in front of him. Her body shuddered with her thoughts. Looking down, she watched her sweat-slicked breasts rising and falling. Trickles of blood and sweat ran down her curves before splashing on the bricks below. Every little pain from the cuts and scratches were a brand on her skin, inflicted on her by Rakin.

“You're mine now, Merrie. You'll going to become my Alpha.”

She panted and struggled with the sobs that rose in her throat. She craved his orders. She needed him but hated every ache for his cock and his command. She wished her other lovers and customers could have given it, but none of them had even gotten close to the brutality of his domination. The aches in the back of her head and shoulders reminded her that every passing moment was increasing the heat between her legs and quickening her breath.

“You will never leave me again.”

She wanted to tell him off. She had already bonded, but he knew that. There was something about the collar, the way it kept rising in his thoughts and leaking through the cracks in his shields. He knew she had bonded but he still was going to claim her with the black ring.

Rakin pressed his gauntlet against her breast again, his fingers curling to catch the soft tit. Her nipple scraped against the metal and she felt the tingle caressing her nerves.

She tightened her body with anticipation, her pussy clamping down and her thighs squeezing tight. He was going to hurt her, punish her. He was going to keep hurting her until she couldn't resist anymore. And then he would claim her as his own. She didn't know how, she didn't know if it could happen, but his thoughts kept circling back. He was going to bond with her.

Merrie sobbed. The aching hole in her soul hurt. No matter how happy she was as a whore, it was still there. It would never go away. But, if she could bond again, would it remain or would he fill the hole? The idea of being complete was seductive and she ached to feel the closeness again.

She shook her head. She couldn't.

“Beg.”

Merrie whimpered but her eyes drifted down. He was wearing trousers and she could see the bulge of his cock straining the buttons. She knew what it would look like. She had only sucked on it once, but it had burned itself in her mind. The compulsion spell when he removed the collar still haunted her thoughts.

“Beg, Merrie. Beg for my cock.”

She let out a long shuddering breath. She started to lift her gaze up but then lowered back to his shaft. As she pictured his length, her pussy clamped down tighter and hot liquid dripped down her thighs. She needed his cock, to taste it, to feel it, to have it rammed into her.

He would dominate her.

Electricity drove through her, tearing along her senses. She screamed out, both in orgasm and in pain.

“Beg.”

Another bolt slammed into her, searing the skin. She jerked violently, but her body crashed against his hand, grinding her hard nipples against the source of her pain. She felt the energy coursing from his fingers as it poured into her.

She cried out and came again, the pain turning into pleasure.

“Beg!”

A thousand fantasies slammed into her, the million things he was going to do to her: bolt her to the floor, fuck every hole she had, make her beg for every orgasm. Each one crashed into her and she was gasping under the onslaught.

Pleasure and pain swirled together into another orgasm. It gathered inside her until it was black hole of ecstasy.

She screamed as she orgasmed and the entire room lit up brightly. Bricks ignited into a pale pink as her orgasm grew too much for her and it exploded out from her.

The ripples crashed into the shield and reflected back. It slammed into her and she was throw into another orgasm. It quickly reached a crescendo and exploded from her again. The shield held and the pleasure was reflected back into her, inflicting another orgasm, and then another. Her body grew slick with heat as she cried out from the pleasure, hating every moment as she was assaulted by her own pleasures.

Merrie slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. She could see the flickers of power along the bricks but she couldn't gather energy. It was hard to think through the pleasure, hard to concentrate when all she wanted was another orgasm. Her mind and body ached for it, screamed for him to electrocute her again and demand she beg.

“Beg for my cock, bitch.”

She shivered at the command. She wanted to resist but it was too much. Sobbing, she pushed herself back to her knees. Her weight settled down on the sharp edges but she forced her legs apart until she felt her heated slick labia peeled apart and the warm air caressing her clitoris and sex.

Rakin's lust washed over her. His fantasies pummeled her, each one switching in time with his rapid breathing.

But, as much as she feared it, she couldn't say no. Tears ran down her cheeks as she brought her wrists up to her neck and straightened her back. Her breasts heaved as she arched forward. The sight of the scorch mark on her tit pushed her over and she closed her eyes.

Rakin exhaled and moaned. “That's a good girl. Beg. I want to hear that bark.”

Merrie sniffed as she settled into place. It felt good to be submissive and she could feel the throb of her body filling her. Even for a man she despised and feared, she could feel the heady rush flowing through her veins. It was a drug, but she hadn't felt the intensity since her time in Blood County.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her gaze into his eyes.

She barked.

Rakin smiled and ran his hand through his gray hair. “Good girl. Again.”

The second time she barked, it was easier. She was submitting and she almost came as she felt the next order rising up in his mind.

“Beg.”

It was the same command but she still clenched and barked loudly. As the sound of her voice echoed against the small room, she felt the heat rising up.

“Beg for my cock.”

She barked and leaned her head forward, brushing her face against his pants. She could feel his hardness through his trousers. It was thick and hot against her face. She buried her face into the opening and breathed in, drinking in the masculine scent.

Her pussy clenched at the scent of it. She ached to pull it out and suck on it. She still remembered how it filled her mouth, the warmth and the heat. It was like the night behind the stage at the fair.

With one last shuddering breath, she opened her mouth and tilted her head back.

Rakin panted as he stared down at her, his entire body trembling. She could feel the anticipation and heat rolling off him. With a grunt, he reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Twisted his hips, he worked his cock out and held it to her.

It was still the thick, long member she remembered. Nothing like a thriban's cock but still large. The end was an angry red and it drooled with his excitement.

Merrie leaned forward and rested her lips on the rounded tip. It was hard and swollen in her mouth. It jumped and pulsed on her lips.

“Good girl.”

She shivered at the remembered pleasure that came from the words. She parted her lips and pushed down, taking him into her mouth. Even though she had sucked countless cocks since she had became a whore, there was an intensity as she worked her lips down, exploring every millimeter of his length.

He was going to be her master.

She closed her eyes tightly in denial. Her body craved it, but she hated the idea of Rakin being her master. She pushed her mouth down until her lips sealed around the ridge of his glans. His hardness was musky and salty. It tickled her through as he leaked precum against her tongue and cheeks.

“Suck it.”

Clenching her legs for balance, Merrie added suction as she bobbed up and down, moving only a centimeter with each stroke. The precum coated her mouth as she drank him in. She caressed the hole of his shaft with the tip of her tongue and drew more of the stick fluid down her throat.

She knew when he wanted more, but didn't move. She had to hear the words, to submit instead of taking charge. The passing seconds of need and his thoughts as he swam between pleasure and the need to move added to her pleasure. She didn't need to touch herself to feel the curls of an orgasm rising up.

He grunted before he gave the order she already knew. “More. Take in more.”

Merrie obeyed with a rush. Keeping her lips tight along his veined shaft, she pushed herself down until the tip of his cock slid along the top of her mouth and toward the back of her throat. It was hot in her mouth and her cheeks puffed out from his girth.

As soon as it bumped against the back of her throat, she pulled back and pushed down. She traced out each bump of his swollen veins and the ridges of his skin with her lips and tongue, exploring the cock of the man dominating her.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed harder on his cock until the tip was lodged against the back of her throat. With a moan, she relaxed and pulled it in further. Working slowly, she took her time to swallow his cock. Millimeter by millimeter it eased into her throat. She could feel it stretching her out and blocking her breath, but she knew what he needed.

Wiggling back and forth, she forced herself down until she was face-first into the thick gray patch of pubic hair and his cock was stuffed deep inside her. The feeling of being filled sent her over the edge and she came quickly.

Holding it as long as she could, she pulled back. She left his cock glistening with her saliva.

“Back in, I want to feel your throat.”

She reversed her direction and shoved back down, swallowing his length until she was suffocating on his cock once again.

“Hold it there,” he ordered. His gauntleted hand rested on her head. It was heavy and held her in place.

Her lungs began to burn with the need to breathe. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to remain still. But, even as she did, her body was trembling with hunger. Heat and pleasure coursed along her senses, building up to an orgasm as she suffocated on his length.

Rakin grabbed her head with both hands. With a grunt, he pulled his cock out and slammed it back home. The impact drove her into the wall but he yanked her back on his cock, ramming himself back in. His cock swelled in her throat and her eyes watered at the discomfort.

“Fuck!” he bellowed as he rammed her face, fucking her with hard, brutal strokes. The wet slurp of saliva and precum flooded her mouth and poured down her chin. She could feel sheets of it coating her breasts and splashing down to the bricks below.

His fingers dug into her head as he continued to fuck her face. Even though she could feel the lust boiling inside him, he continued to drive hard and long. Each stroke ripped her throat open and filled her to the brim, but he drew back and pounded it back in.

The wet smacks echoed in the room. She could barely hear them over the pounded in her ears, but she could feel each thrust as it forced her mouth open and his balls smacked her chin.

His emotions slammed into him as they leaked from behind his shields. It blinded her with his intensity. There was the familiar lust but it was the rage that tore at her mind. It battered her from the inside, like a storm about to explode inside her body. She tried to shield herself against it, but it continued to batter at her mind.

Desperate, Merrie reached into his shields. With Jacir, she could tap his anger until there was nothing left to rage. But, when she eased past his cracked shields, she didn't see an end to Rakin's hatred. It fueled his life and his thoughts. His magic was tied to it intimately, just as hers came from pleasure or despair.

Every time he slammed his cock home and drove her head into the wall, he was thinking about her rejecting him. Every time he squeezed her skull to keep her place, he was thinking about fucking her mouth, pussy, or even more brutal openings. The thoughts were sickening, but there was no end to them. Each slam of his cock brought more fantasies, each one more terrifying than the one before. There was no end to them, no bottom to his hatred. It was a storm that rivaled the endless pit of despair inside her.

It scared her to see into Rakin's thoughts. It was like looking into the eye of a god and realizing there was no way she could ever survive its rage. No matter how much she rose up against him, he would meet it with anger and hatred.

And it was all focused on her. Years ago, Rakin raged against Bass and Sable, but in the last few years, Merrie had become his obsession. She could feel the endless ways he imagined her torture. Everything he did was to get her. The fair didn't matter anymore. Losing his county didn't matter. All that Rakin cared about was Merrie.

It humbled her and scared her. No matter how much she rose up with despair, he would match it with hatred. He would dominate her until the day she died. There would be no end to her tortures or punishment. He would rape and beat her until the breath escaped her body. She would die underneath his rage and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Her orgasm tore through her. She was helpless against the pleasure and screamed around his cock. Her entire body spasmed and she scraped her knees against the bricks, but it was nothing to the pleasure that pounded in her veins and the cock driving into her throat.

Rakin groaned and his thrusts grew more powerful. Each one threatened to crack her head against the wall or break her teeth. He drove deep into her mouth, punching her throat, and shoving deep. Her tongue and lips strained against his length, caressing but there was no time to enjoy it. It was just hard, ceaseless pounding.

His cock swelled with an orgasm boiling inside him. It cracked his shields and his lust slammed into her.

Trembling with need, she delved into his thoughts and found what he needed. She knew exactly how long he was going to last. She knew where to touch him to send him over the edge and how to hold him back. She would give him the best orgasm she could, it was the only way she could truly submit.

Breaking her position, she reached out and caressed his thighs.

Rakin froze, his cock swelling, but then resumed his brutal pounding. His cock drove deep into her mouth, bruising her lips, nose, and chin as he held her place with a tight grip.

Merrie curled one arm around his leg and pulled him close. She rolled his balls with the tip of her arm. She could feel the moment he realized what she was doing and his focus grew on the sensations of her sweat-slicked breasts against his thigh. The knowledge she was using her severed wrist to stroke him pushed him into an orgasm.

He let out a bellow as he came. Shaking, he yanked his cock from her mouth and splattered cum against her face. Each strand was a burning brand against her skin. One caught her eye and she closed it before it could burn, but more painted against her throat, chest, and hair. It kept coming, surge after surge. It gathered and rolled down her body, splashing to the ground with wet slurps.

Merrie opened her mouth and drank in the splatters that whipped across her face. His cum was salty and thick. It slid down her throat in wet globs and she gulped to clear her mouth.

“Good girl.”

She shivered with pleasure at the hated words. She despised the man but she craved the effect. With a gasp, she licked her lips and opened her mouth. She was blind with cum coating her eyelids, but she knew intimately where his cock was aimed.

Rakin stepped forward and eased his thick cock into her mouth. “Lick your new master clean, bitch.”

Merrie clamped her lips on his cock and sucked him clean. She drank and lapped at his shaft until it was soft. With a moan, she tilted her head so she could clean each of his balls, lapping at the strands of cum until he glistened.

Stepping back, he panted for breath. “That,” he gulped, “was a good lesson. And you learned it well. Good girl, Merrie.”

She closed her eyes as she shivered with pleasure.

The lust was gone, but she could still feel the anger radiating from him. His shield had cracked even further from him orgasm and a memory drifted across her mind.

“Are you sure about this?” asked the artificer. "I know you've asked for enchantments that were less than legal, but this is something that will send us both to Abbinkey for the rest of our lives."

Rakin looked up. “Don't worry about that.” He already had the assassin paid to ensure the artificer would never tell anyone. "But, are you sure it will work?"

“Yes,” gulped the older man, his face pale. “Once the collar is put on, it will create a telepathic bond between whoever is wearing the collar and whatever is considered the owner. Though I don't understand the identification spells. The target spell is frightening precise. This will only work for this woman named Merrie Rosari Golddother.” The artificer caught Rakin glaring at him and looked away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

If the man wasn't already scheduled to die, Rakin would have ordered it. He fought down his annoyance and kept his voice even. "And the compulsion?"

“Whoever wears that collar won't be able to resist unless they take it off. The power of the compulsion is on par with the Dyfon Murdaski Geas. And,” the man sighed uncomfortably, "that makes the spell illegal for use by anyone without a royal decree."

Rakin smiled broadly as his cock twitched. He knew that all Alphas were vulnerable to compulsions and a powerful geas would have a far stronger effect than even the artificer could imagine. "And the compulsion trigger?"

"The simple command you gave me: obey the collar's owner. It is simple but very powerful. She, um, the target of the spell will not be able to do anything else."

Rakin pulled his trousers up and stepped away from her. His mind was fixated on a single thought: to get the adamantite collar and put it on her. It used to be a fantasy and a dream, something to obsessively plan in preparation, but it was now a reality. He turned and headed for the door.

Merrie watched him heading for the door with growing dread. She still was humiliated by submitting to his commands, but she hoped that she could have said no. She was seconds away from being able to summon the Lord to kill him. If she had another chance, she would do it again.

The collar would take away any choice from her. She would become nothing more than a slave, telepathically ordered and commanded by his every will. Her body grew hot at the idea of being helplessly unable to resist his commands, to be dominated by every thought that raged through his body.

Part of her craved it as much as she knew she had to fight. Her mind and heart warred with each other. It would be too easy to let him collar her, to seal her fate forever. It would be as close to bonding again as she could ever experience. Maybe, just maybe it would fill in the hole in her heart.

She tore her thoughts away. She couldn't surrender to Rakin. He had killed her master and destroyed her life. He was the reason she had the hole in her soul and it was his own plans that put Scorch's, Nir's, and Tamin's lives at risk. She closed her eyes and bore down on her thoughts. She couldn't let him collar her. Not now, not ever.

She opened her eyes. She had to stop him from leaving the room. If he left, he would come back with the collar and his mental shield would be recovered. With a whimper, she reached out with her mind and slipped into the cracks of his shield. His rage consumed his thoughts, but there was still a small amount of lust in his mind. Bearing down, she sent a pulse of ecstasy toward him.

Rakin froze, his hand centimeters away from the door. She felt the pleasure rising inside him, the need to fuck drifting through the red-haze of his anger. His cock rose to full mast.

He lowered his head to look down at the bricks. The yellow and red colors swirled around him, gathering at his feet. More of the bricks underneath her were glowing as she sent another wave of lust after him, drawing him back.

“Nice try.” His shields slammed down on her thoughts and she jerked at the abrupt surge that came back. She looked over his mental shields, they were still cracked and she could penetrate them, but he had too much control over his own base lust after such an intense orgasm.

“Don't worry. Tomorrow, I have a present for you.” He smiled at her. “You're going to like it… one way or the other.”

Even if she hadn't made the choice, the tone in his voice pushed her over the edge.

“Trust me. It is something that should have been given to you years ago. If your old master wasn't an idiot and knew what treasure he bought, he would have done it. But then,” he smiled as he turned back, “you would have died with him. I guess I should be thankful for small favors, but I should have killed him the day he bought you.”

Rage filled her. He killed her master and everyone else she loved. She took a deep breath and gathered up her emotions. The bricks underneath her glowed a brilliant yellow and red as she compressed the despair, helplessness, and rage into a single point of intense power. She felt it tearing at the hole in her soul, trying to invoke it into rising, but the afterglow kept her ultimate source of power sealed away.

Frustrated and desperate, she tried to figure out some other way of keeping him in. She already knew she couldn't stop him physically. With her amputated hands and feet, she was helpless against his gauntlet and magic.

That left only one thing: his anger. Cringing in fear, she took a deep breath and gathered up her emotions. The bricks around her glowed yellow as she pulled in the despair and helplessness, the anger and rage. She pulled in as much emotions until they threatened to burst out of her mind. She continued to compress the thoughts until they were reduced down to a singularity that could kill a mortal man.

She lashed out with her mind, throwing all of her gathered emotions into him. As she did, she forced it into a single pulse of intense anger and hatred. It slammed against his shields and punched through the cracks. Inside his mind, it exploded into the one emotion that dominated Rakin's life.

He stopped with his hand to the door. Slowly, he closed his hand into a fist and his gauntlet creaked. Around him, the bricks glowed with red and yellow from her psychic attack.

Rakin turned on her, his eyes glowing with anger. Without a word, he stormed over to Merrie and grabbed her by the throat. His fingernails dug into her neck as he hauled her off the ground. With a grunt, he threw her across the room and onto the bed.

“You do not attack me! I'm your master!” he bellowed. His voice echoed loudly against the walls of the cell. His eyes were almost blank, lost in the insanity of hate. His mind ran through endless fantasies, none of them gentle and all of them painful. She saw herself being skull-fucked and being amputated down to her shoulders. His fantasies had her burned alive, torn open, and simply broken until she screamed. They came at a dizzying rate and her own shields cracked from the fury.

She was afraid for her life. She succeeded in keeping him in the room, but now her life was in danger. Merrie pushed out to stop him, like she did for Jacir, but the endless rage crushed her attempts to slow him.

Rakin yanked open his trousers and revealed his swollen cock. The lust that burned in his mind from her first attempt kept him hard as he crawled on the edge of the bed.

Merrie hated how her body grew wet with anticipation. When he dug his hands into her hips, she cried out as she felt his nails digging into the joint.

He yanked her closer and she slid along the mattress. Her legs opened automatically, exposing her slick sex to his cock. He buried himself in a single stroke, burying balls-deep. His shaft was harder than she had ever felt it before and it slammed against her cervix. The impact sent a bolt of pain through her body and she was hit by the intensity of his penetration.

“You are mine!” Rakin's face mottled with anger and he pulled out enough to slam into her. The force of the impact shoved her forward, slamming her head against the wall behind her. “Mine!”

His body drove into her, filling her to the brim. As he withdrew, his cock pulsed and scraped against her inner walls. “You. Never. Disobey!”

He punched his cock back into her, slamming her hard enough that she struck the wall next to the bed. She tried to brace herself, but he was already pulling out his cock. It withdrew with a wet slurp noise and she tensed as she prepared for his next blow.

“Mine!” He bellowed and she was jammed against the wall again.

Rakin grabbed her throat with his gauntlet. Before the fingers had clamped down on her delicate neck, the electricity shot through her body. It tore through her body and every muscle tightened painfully. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, adding to the friction, but he continued to tear into her. Each thrust into her clenching cunt left her screaming in agony as he buried to her cervix with every blow.

The electricity didn't stop or slow him, but she was in agony and ecstasy as he raped her against the wall. Arcs of lighting stretched out across the bed and along the walls. It blinded her and left her vision blur as the smell of sex and burning filled the air.

“Mine! You are fucking mine, bitch! Forever!”

Merrie tried to cry out, but the grip on her throat was suffocating her. She felt centimeters away from having her throat crushed. She was about to die because she set off Rakin's anger.

In her mind, it was a storm around her, red-hot and agonizing. It tore at her shields, stripping them away and forcing her to experience the fantasies that slammed into her with the same intensity as his brutal thrusting.

Through all the pain and agony, her helplessness was turning it to pleasure. She could feel an orgasm rushing up and pouring through her veins. She fought against it, desperate not to come as he pounded her body. Each thrust drove her into the wall and her arms were useless to keep her from hitting her head. Blood splattered in the air from the impact against the wall, they were mere scratches compared to the brutality he was taking her.

Rakin's face grew mottled as he slammed into her. He was about to come but it was difficult through the rage. His hips slammed into her, forcing her legs apart. Each punch of his body crushed her labia and clitoris. Deep inside, at the entrance of her womb, his cock head slammed into her with more pain. But, despite the electricity tightening her muscles, she could feel every ridge and every bump in his swollen shaft.

He didn't stop or slow. He wanted to cum but he couldn't stop fucking her hard. Minutes passed but it felt like hours. He never slowed, never stopped. Not even Bass had Rakin's stamina or ferocity as he drove into her.

And then, in a small gap where the rage subsided for a mere stroke, his body took over and he came. It was a hot explosion deep inside her. His rapid strokes pumped it in and out, splattering her thighs with his seed.

“Fuck!” he screamed, his face purple with anger. He slammed into her hard. Once. Twice. And then the third time he crushed her against the wall as the last of his orgasm left his body.

Gasping, Rakin released her throat. His fingers creaked as he forced each one apart and pulled back. The smell of burning hair and blood and cum filled the air. He shuddered as he withdrew his cock, still hard and dripping, and staggered back.

His chest rose and fell with his gasps. Each one a ragged sound of exhaustion. “Never… do that again.”

Merrie shivered at the anger that washed over her. But, her orgasms had given her strength and power. She felt it singing in her veins, liquid ecstasy that soothed the aches and pains that assaulted her body.

He backed away and turned to the door. He didn't bother shoving his cock back in his pants. “T-Tomorrow, we'll continue.”

She watched him for a moment and then gathered her emotions again. It was going to hurt but she couldn't let him leave. With a whimper, she threw anger at him once again, penetrating his shields and setting off the hatred that boiled inside him.

Rakin stopped. The sound of his gauntlet creaking filled the air as he formed fists again. When he turned around, his eyes were once again glazed with rage. “I,” he gasped, “am your master!”