Witch Blood 13

Story by Little Red Wolf on SoFurry

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"Power is a fantasy," Kenna told

her in many different ways. "What separates a lord from a peasant is a fantasy

of control. The noble has a fantasy about being closer to God and the peasant

believes the lie. If one scrubbed the peasant clean, traded their clothes, and

gave them etiquette lessons, then who would be able to tell the difference?"

Kenna had a dozen ways of repeating

that lesson but she showed with as much skill as she told. "Physical pain is

not the only means of exciting the submissive," Kenna explained. "Domination

can be verbal, involving humiliating tasks, or servitude. DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!" The sudden shift in Kenna's voice pressed into

Rhea's flesh and caused her heart to skip into the pitter-patter of a rabbit in

flight. Without realizing it, she obeyed and the business end of Kenna's riding

crop pressed against the base of her skull. "Lick your Mistress' boots, slave,

for you are unworthy of her feet!"

"L-leather!" Rhea gasped and

immediately Kenna stepped back.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was still

potent and unafraid but it was concerned. "Rhea, are you alright?"

"I'm ... okay," Rhea told her as she

breathed deeply. "You ... you scared me."

"That was the point," Kenna

admitted. "Voice is a powerful tool and you needed to understand what it could

do to you. Use your voice wisely and you can control people's emotions ... use it

poorly, and you can hurt them." Rhea nodded, absorbing the lesson with intimate

understanding.

"Kenna, I don't understand," Rhea

finally said. "Why do people ask for this? Who would actually want to be treated like this? Who would

actually pay for it?"

"That will be tomorrow's lesson,"

Kenna told her patiently, "but for now I will tell you that we are in a society

that is filled with rules and structure. Breaking away from that structure can

be exciting but should always be a controlled and temporary break. Civilization

can only exist if people follow the rules ... but those who feel the most

constraint find themselves needing release, from time to time. Arranged marriages,

political necessities, and fake facades all create their own kind of pressure ...

and we bleed that pressure so that people do not explode."

"Short term gains are for the

impatient, the foolish, and the weak," Kenna told Rhea on the second day. "Real

pleasure must always be built with planning and care ... much like the rest of

life."

"Many of the people we restrain are

people of power. Most wield it every day and are used to getting what they

want. Others are servants who have taken their role to heart and truly believe in their place as a servant.

Some are the type of people who wish their masters would reward their service

with sex. Others are simply fatigued from restraining their bodies and emotions

day in and day out so that no one can see the real person inside. Whatever

their motivation, people who come to me want to be debased and stripped of

their civil restraints until they're rutting like animals in heat."

Kenna opened a metal piece of

furniture that a wardrobe. The double doors swung open to reveal dozens of

tools which Rhea could barely identify.

Always

start small and then build into a squalling storm.

"Ropes, cuffs, and blindfolds take

power from the subject," Kenna explained, "but I will not take advantage of the

power I gain. This is a relationship of trust. If that trust is broken than the

fantasy becomes reality ... and it cannot be regained. I torture with denial. I

build a monument of my subject's pleasures and then hold them at the apex of

their desires. Only at the proper moment do I grant release and send them

spiraling through the abyss."

Touch

... tease ... explain but don't go too far.

"Look but don't touch," Mistress

Kenna had told her as she lightly slapped the back of Rhea's hand. "Look with

your eyes but not your hands." Rhea glared for a moment but said nothing and

forced her face to return to its neutral position.

"Most of the things in here can

maim or kill a person," Kenna told her as she picked up a phallic-looking

cylinder made of a sleek, black, material. "If you shove this into someone's

mouth and into their throat you can suffocate them, knock out their teeth, or

bruise their insides. You need empathy and attentiveness to gauge your

subject's needs, desires, and limitations. Tomorrow you will be tied up and

lightly tortured, but you will not be in any danger. The number one rule of

dominating anyone is the submissive partner is in charge. If they want more,

they get more. If they want you to stop, you stop. If you really hurt them ...

you're done."

"You're going to torture me?" Rhea

asked, finally breaking her silence.

"I am going to show you what it

means to be a sub," Kenna told her. "You cannot be in my position without

knowing what it means to give your trust over to another."

"I don't think I want to do this,"

Rhea told her. "I mean, I'm all for stepping outside of my comfort zone, but

this ..."

"One cannot know pleasure without

pain," Kenna told her gently. "We measure all of the light in our lives against

the darkness we have endured. Spoiled children and petulant kings have never

known the struggle and failure needed to obtain satisfaction with their work.

They become cruel because they see another person being satisfied and it makes

them mad with grief. You need to learn how to force a subject to struggle

before you reward them with bliss."

"I just ... I don't know," Rhea

hedged. "I just don't know."

"Hmmm," Kenna made a thoughtful

noise as she tugged as her leather thong and considered something secret. "Are

witches always this uncomfortable with new things? I thought you were always

learning new things and pushing the boundaries of what ordinary folk considered

normal."

"Of course we do!" Rhea snapped,

and she felt a different type of heat color her face. "I want to learn but-"

"Good," Kenna said over her, cutting

her off. "I'll see you here tomorrow night. Come clean and come ready."

Day three ... restrain, build, and release. It was part of the mantra that

Mistress Kenna had been teaching her. "Since you crave structure," she had told

her waspishly, "then chant this mantra to yourself before you get here and

whisper it as you work. Don't say it, though, or you'll frighten people."

The blindfold would have caused her

heart to beat fast on its own, but she knew that more was coming. Pale wrists

strained against silken ties, allowing her to struggle without chafing. The

wood of the table, she was strapped to, had been sanded until it held no edge

and then covered in soft fabrics that could be easily removed and cleaned. The

click of steel-shod-shoes told her where the mistress stood, but she could not

know when the next touch would come.

"Well, well ..." Kenna's voice purred

from much closer than Rhea had expected, "what have we here? A lovely little

morsel drew too close to my lair."

Always

start small and then build into a squalling storm.

Steel-tipped claws caused her to

jump when they settled along her throat but they achieved a whimpering moan as

they dragged along soft flesh. The collarbone resonated pleasantly and her

breasts ached as claw-tips dimpled them but did not cut.

"Do you know what wolves do to

naughty little girls?" the dominant woman asked with a husky snarl in her

voice. "Do you know the price ... of

dallying with beasts?"

Kenna did it exactly right. Her

voice was teasing and every syllable promised to push past the constraints of

what was normal and dally in the land

of the forbidden. The light touches began at places where a good friend might

go and then dallied closer to less appropriate places.

Touch

... tease ... explain but don't go too far.

Leather tickled her ribs, causing shivers

of delight that twisted Rhea against her bonds. Hardening nipples pressed

against the light fabric of her outfit and gooseflesh rippled along her

surface. One touch went a little too personal and Rhea's gasp caused the

Mistress to pull back. There was a pause before that touch landed somewhere

else and this time it was better.

She's

probing ... searching through my body's pleasure zones and finding where my

passions lay. Eventually she will reach into my core and drive me mad with

need.

Mistress Kenna did exactly what

Rhea feared, but she went for the long game. Denying Rhea release through three

days of teasing lessons had wound her up tightly and now the student was so

moist with anticipation that her undergarments practically dripped.

"Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?"

Kenna growled next to Rhea's ear.

"I-I am," she whispered.

"Are you?" the wolf asked harshly.

"Y-yes ... Mistress!"

"I don't think you're afraid

enough!" Kenna growled, and then a leather lash scored several places at once.

The scream of first strike filled the room but it died as sharp stings did not

intensify into real pain. The body had also been fooled by the sensation and

soon Rhea felt endorphins flood her blood but no real pain to take off its

edge. "Are you afraid?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Lier." Another snap tanned her

flesh and this time the gasp was followed by a shiver.

Gods

... what was that? It wasn't quite an orgasm ... but it almost was!

"Are you afraid now?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Lier."

This went on for an eternity. Mistress

Kenna demonstrated through whip and feather, she showed her student the

pleasures of light touches and delicate stings. As the night wore on Rhea found

her fears bleeding away with every sting and after-shock of pleasure. She's training me like a dog. Casting a

spell of control through my limbs so that I'll enjoy this. How is she doing

this without magic? A stinging slash with a leather tool cause Rhea to

gasp.

Carnal needs wrapped themselves in

anticipation until Rhea was begging for release. She never uttered the word

that would really end her torture but she bathed herself in understanding.

Kenna's whip cut like a ritual blade and Rhea was the ritual ground. The

pressure built but she was restrained. The passions flared as muscles drew

tense. Her body grew rigid and she panted, wanting more.

"Is there something you want?"

Kenna's voice whispered breathily.

"Y-yes ..." Rhea whimpered though she

could barely focus on the words.

"Is there something you need?"

"Gods ... yes!"

"Say it," Kenna told her, "tell me

what you need or else you shall linger at this ledge. I will only grant you

release ... by your  command."

"Release me, damn it!" Rhea

shouted. "Do your worst and make me cum!"

"Ooohhh ... yeeesss," Kenna purred,

and then something was pressing up against Rhea's nethers. Without penetrating

her body the unseen touch glided smoothly along the leather thong. Special

attention was placed on a nub of special significance and though there was barely

any pressure, everything was so sensitive. Waves of pleasure rippled to the

right places and Rhea screamed. Her body arched, shuddered, and convulsed in

pure bliss.

Restrain,

build, and release, her mind recounted as she settled into a boneless heap.

Release all that ales you and then slip

away into nothingness.

Softness captured her body as she

reclined on a couch made of marshmallow fluff.

"Ah, there you are." The voice

seemed to come from everywhere but then a tall green hag flopped down at Rhea's

feet. "I was beginning to wonder if you would ever call home." Her smile

displayed the sharp edges of her black teeth and a similarly clawed hand patted

the girl gently on the leg.

"I'm ... sorry, Baba," Rhea said

timidly as humiliation threatened to burst her into flames.

"The fires of your adventure

consumed a hundred souls," her baba told her sadly. "I sifted through the

wreckage but most of the bodies were too burnt to identify"

"The eyes of the One," Rhea spoke

lifelessly and her mentor nodded. "Baba ... Lyle is trapped! The One has him and

plans to devour his soul! I need to rescue him ... but I can't even rescue

myself!"

"Calm ... calm ..." Baba Ginger told

her gently. "Hush ... hush ..." Shushing sounds followed and the blind panic fell

away. "I cannot talk to you if you wake yourself up ... and I don't know if I'll

be able to find you again if that happens."

"I'm sorry, Baba," Rhea said.

"Do not be sorry," Baba Ginger

cooed, "just tell me where you are."

"I'm in Alashir Province, at the Beloved Bard in the city of Caritas and

I've been sold to a brothel as a slave," Rhea told her. "The Children of Helios

branded me with some sort of seal that won't let me access my magic and-" Her

voice trailed off and then she blinked up at her Baba. "Wait, how are we

talking? The Seal of Palor's Light blocks almost all of my power from going

anywhere. You shouldn't be able to get through the seal."

"Maybe, you should start from the

beginning and tell me all of it," Baba Ginger told her. Rhea took a centering

breath and recounted the tale. To her horror, she found herself floating

through the nothing of the astral realm. Her story played out before her as

illusions of thought and their power spread out before them like golden

threads. In the distance she saw the threads glowing and drifting back and

forth like the branches of an ethereal tree.

"The Threads of Fate," Rhea spoke

when she realized what was happening. "How am I here? Why isn't the brand

preventing it?"

"What happened to you right before

you fell asleep?" Baba Ginger asked innocently.

"Uhm ... well," Rhea flushed and

tried to curl her non-existent limbs into a ball.

"Ooohhh," Baba Ginger cooed and

then she leered. "Was there sex involved?" Rhea let out a squeak and she heard

her mentor's rich laughter press in from all sides. "Oh ... how precious! So who

was it? One of your Johns? Or was it a Jenny?" Rhea made a few sputtering

sounds and her baba laughed again. "Orgasms are called the little death in some places, and it can allow you to leave your

body if done correctly. Apparently you found your end at the hands of a master

... but you will soon crash back into your body and then you will be trapped."

"Great," Rhea mumbled. "So I can't

just masturbate myself here?"

"Not very likely," Baba Ginger told

her bluntly. "Once this dream fades it will be incredibly difficult to

reestablish this link. There is little chance of me coming all the way out to Alashir

to find you. Even I have my limits, and the Inquisition is much too fanatic for

me to simply slip in. Besides ... I'm green of flesh and black of fang and claw.

I look like fattening up children for my supper and there is only so much

glamour for that sort of thing. The cities of the Ephesus are notoriously

resistant to such things so I doubt I'll be able to make it."

"Can you help Lyle?" Rhea asked

hopefully.

"I cannot," Baba Ginger told her

sadly. "Only you can find him again, but when it happens you'll need to do more

than just cut his chains."

"What do I need to do?" Rhea asked

seriously.

"Attend," Baba Ginger spoke, and

all of the mirth left her voice. "You will need all of your power to cut his

chains and then you will need a channel of escape. Your connection to him is

through love and sex. We managed to stop his essence from changing you but the

emotions you shared are still a part of you. That part of him can be used in a

ritual of binding. Find an anchor, ritual up a portal, and create a path. Once

there, cut his chains. Forge your love into a blade and strike. Once you have

him, direct him back into the world ... then put his essence into an idol and

take him to a place of rest."

"How do I get through the brand and

reclaim my power?" Rhea asked once it was her turn.

"You can break through the brand by

moving power through it," the baba told her. "Think of it like rocks damning a

river. Let water trickle through the gaps and it will slowly wear away. While

you can do this by pure focus, it is specifically designed to inflict pain when

you do. That is why you cannot masturbate and why too much excitement causes it

to flare. Others can pour their passions into you but that is a challenge in

most places."

"What about lust?" Rhea asked as

ideas began to form. "I'm in a brothel. Can the lust of others wear the brand

away?"

"Technically," Baba Ginger told

her, "but their energy will flood into your body, invade your soul, and change

you. If you had a lover to do this with then things might be safer, but having

lots of sex with strangers is a fantastic way to wreck yourself."

"That's an odd thing for you to say," Rhea said a little more

bitterly than she meant to. Her baba laughed the comment off, though.

"I may have sex with lots of different

people," Baba Ginger told her in an amused tone, "but I know them very well.

I'm hundreds of years old, dear, and I make friends easily. If I collected one

lover a decade I'd have enough to throw an orgy every night for a month and a

half ... using different people each time."

"So ... all I need is a potent lover

and his passions can set me free?" Rhea asked, hopefully.

"Just so," Baba Ginger told her

with a nod, "be careful, though, for one lover's power can wash away the hold

of a former. If you spend too much time in the care of others then you might

lose your connection to Lyle ... then you will not be able to find your way back

to him."

"Can I use something of his as a

focus?" Rhea asked. "Like ... an engagement ring ... or something like that?"

"You can," the baba's voice told

her but it was farther away. "But where would you find such a thing? Better to

make a focus item and pleasure yourself with it while thinking of him."

"But, won't that activate the

brand?" Rhea asked.

"Not if someone else is holding it

while it's happening," Baba Ginger told her.

"Oh ... great," Rhea deflated and she

heard her baba laughing.

"Oh, my poor, darling, apprentice.

You're too uptight." Baba Ginger took a breath. "You are in a place full of

potential lovers. One of them has brought your peak to such a height that you

achieved this link. Perhaps you should ask that same person to handle you again! Only next time, give

her the focus item and let her tie you up. Ooohhh ... that sounds lovely!"

"Thanks, Baba," Rhea muttered with

a blush that bled through to her soul. "I'll see what I can do."

"Do what you need to, child," Baba

Ginger told her as the humor in her tone bled away. "You are in danger that I

cannot save you from and you must act. Keep your wits about you and don't let

the world savage your soul. Remember the power of stories, Rhea! You are on a

quest! Let this quest strengthen you into the stuff of legendary heroes!"