Innocence corrupted
#3 of Corruption of Innocence
Innocence corrupted.
I read the "Corruption of innocence" and it deeply disturbed me. I thought that I can't leave things as they were left there, the fox unpunished, the unicorn's will destroyed. And while being so incredibly good is a big weakness of a 'pure' unicorn, a 'corrupted' one doesn't suffer from it and becomes deadly dangerous... a good topic for a story.
The story blends itself seamlessly as a sequel to "Corruption of innocence - dinner party", although it can be just as well taken standalone. Just for reference, the "Corruption of innocence" series can be found at http://yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=7911
Of course it contain sex, no minors allowed yadda yadda yadda.
The unicorn woke up with ache splitting her body. She struggled for a moment against desire to fall back into sleep to escape the pain, with sources in many points of her body but the strongest one in her anus. Opening her eyes was painful, but the only light was a candle on the desk, not hurting her pupils. She felt warm breath on her palm, turned her head and saw her master, sleeping like a puppy with his muzzle in her hand. Memories of the 'party fun' hit her, her humiliation, his promise that he would let one of the prisoners out if she begs him to have her ass fucked in front of the other demons and obeys him... her body convulsed in disgust, shame, memory of pain, and unwillingly, lust. She looked around - it was his personal chamber, his own luxurious bed, his desk with many papers spread on it, a small bookcase filled with books, a table with laboratory equipment where he would mix the aphrodisiacs to intoxicate her and other mixtures of even more sinister purposes.
She carefully removed her hand from his muzzle and cautiously sat up, careful not to wake him up. He was still holding the leash in his hands, attached to her collar. She sensed no magical locks or alarms, so she just cautiously detached the leash from the spiked collar. She felt blood still dripping from her crotch, fine cloth of the bed stained with it, crude bandages soaked. Healing self wasn't as easy as healing others but she concentrated on her insides, kind of spiritual travel through the body, healing wounds and bruises, soothing the pain. Soon the bleeding was stopped and what she at first perceived the worst source of pain was soothed, but then she realized she was circling, ignoring, avoiding a source of pain far worse than her torn body.
Wounds of mind, she saw her purity, her innocence, her will to do good beaten into bloody pulp in the corner of her mind, kindness curled up in the corner afraid to surface because it resulted in pain of others. Compassion covering with a rock-hard shell, turning to stone. And big, strong lust sitting in the middle of everything, egoistically forcing her to act against her nature. Anger grown to quite impressive dimensions, hate, fear, disgust. The fox had promised her to show her who she was, and now she saw it, and didn't like it the least bit. She wasn't her old self anymore.
But she didn't know how to heal her own mind. That was beyond her reach. She reached through the hard shell of compassion and found the old memories, memory of her forest. And terror of the vision of her forest dead.
She opened her eyes, stood up and cautiously stepped on the soft long carpet leading from the door on one end to the window on the other far end of the room. The carpet would muffle the sound of her hooves. She had to know!
She walked up to the window and peered through it into the darkness. The chamber was on the third floor of the main building of the castle, only some towers reaching higher, and she could see the far lands from here. She saw her forest and tried to sense it. And no, it wasn't dead, though it was in danger. Upon her departure hunters found it a fertile ground, some of her friends died, more were hiding fearfully. They remembered her and the times she would protect them, they missed her and wanted her back.
She arched her body back, the quiet crackle of diamonds, her tears falling on the window frame could wake the fox up. She had to go back, she had to break free... and free all those hurting creatures in the dungeon. But how?
She walked up to the desk. A book with a picture of a unicorn on the cover was there, but the writing was unknown to her. This was easily remedied, sneaking through the bare rock floor to the bed was more difficult than sneaking through the mind of the fox to find the needed knowledge. Normally she would feel repulsed by the idea of stealing somebody's memories, but lots have changed. She avoided the ugliness of his desires, for a short moment she pondered on the small pearl of love wrapped thickly in greed, then she just took the piece of knowledge she needed. She went back to the desk, leaving the sleeping demon lie, moved the chair, sat in front of the book and began reading it.
She was finally learning who she was. Her powers, her weaknesses, her secrets. The book was a demonic handbook on unicorns. Luring, hunting, breaking, preparing, using parts of dead unicorns in magic. She watched pictures of unicorn vivisection in terrified morbid fascination, she could feel sick joy of the writer when he described the pain the unicorn went through when his horn was removed while he was still alive. And warnings, many warnings in red letters scattered thorough the book. Unicorns were deadly dangerous creatures and the book was full of warnings about what to avoid, what not to allow.
The red letters were her pass to freedom. She learned several ways how she could kill the fox without even feeling bad about it, but she needed something better, something that would stop the fox, stop the demons, protect the world from this horror. She was feeling that was well within her reach, but when she flipped the last page of the book, there was still nothing that would help. So she started reading again, from the beginning. This time she didn't skip the alchemy chapter about utilising parts of a dead unicorn and read the pages about the power of unicorn blood, the powerful magical ingredient granting those who drank it limited immortality for a short period of time, their soul would remain tied to their body no matter how shattered or damaged it would be, and the body would heal even if burnt to ashes, if thrown into lava, it would keep regenerating and you'd feel every moment of pain it lives through. And two big, red-letter warnings. One, that the unicorn blood is addictive, extremely addictive, even a single drop would make you crave for more. And the other... never, ever drink blood of a live unicorn...
The cut was fast and clean, tiny razor-sharp paper knife, she just gasped a little when her clitoris began bleeding. Pouring the blood into someone's mouth wasn't enough, drinking drained blood neither. He had to drink it willingly, straight from the wound. She sat on the bed, heavily, shaking the whole bed and the fox on it. She placed her womb by his nose, quickly attached the end of the leash to her collar and gently held his head in her arms, pulling it closer to her pussy.
"Master, please, lick me. Give me the pleasure..." she said. The fox half-opened his eyes and the scent just made him to do it, he lapped at her pussy, pushing his tongue inside...
Then he got more awake, opened his eyes, lowered eyebrows. "What do you think you're doing, pet?" He couldn't get really angry though, chuckling at himself quietly, sitting up surprised. "Now that's one horny filly. You will be punished for waking me up later, but for now I can't help but fulfill your wish."
He lowered his head and began lapping hungrily at her pussy, chuckling quietly. She couldn't deny she enjoyed it, but the dark memories killed the pleasure - and then suddenly he crawled back through the bed, wiping his mouth, spitting.
"You... you're bleeding there! I swallowed some of your blood!"
"Is there anything wrong about it, master?" she playfully crawled towards him through the huge bed, predatory look on her face.
"Back! Back, slave! Don't get any closer to me! Or I'll..."
"Or you what? Hurt yourself?"
And then the fox writhed in pain, spasms throwing him on the floor, loud cry, clawing at his own face. This lasted just for a second, but the next second he was curled in a trembling, sobbing ball on the floor.
She stood dominating over him, removed the leash but left the spiked collar on her neck. She looked down at him, her voice was cold.
"You drank my blood. Now my blood flows in your veins and you are a part of me. You're no longer 'someone else', someone I would need to care about. Just as I could sacrifice myself to help others, now I can sacrifice you, for you are me, like a limb, a part of my body. And what you just felt, I feel all the time. I just stopped protecting you from my own, your own feelings. You felt the guilt, the compassion, the despair."
The sobs subsided. The fox stood up, still trembling, shame, fear mixing with anger. "You will pay dearly for this, fucktoy! I know you lust after me, you want, you need to be fucked. You will beg me..."
"Hush....", the unicorn shook her head with what looked like genuine worry in her eyes. "I can channel any of my feelings onto you, my beloved master. I can select these I want to block and transfer the ones I want you to feel. Do you feel the lust? Yes, I feel the lust!"
The fox stood back, by the wall, as she approached him slowly, her hips waving, mane swaying from side to side, the very look giving him erection, his hard cock sliding off his sheath, his lust almost making him throw himself at her. She stood by him in alluring pose, slowly rising her knee, her left hoof softly ruffling the fur of her right leg, exposing her treasure.
"Yes, master, I lust for you..."
He stared at her risen knee, at the perfect shape of her legs, at the erotic beauty he had never noticed before.
And then in a lightning quick movement her foot shoot forward, landing her hoof on his balls, making his whole body jump up in the air.
"...but I hate you." she said as she turned away while he was writhing in pain on the floor, trying to catch his breath.
She calmly sat on the bed, watching him emotionlessly. "You taught me a lot, you taught me how to control my feelings, but you yourself are very poor at it. So, -Master-," she put a sarcastic emphasis on the word, "what are your plans to redeem yourself?"
The demon fox caught a breath, still curled, holding his balls though. "I'll burn your forest. I'll kill everyone here, painfully. You'll regret you were ever born." he muttered through clenched teeth.
"And then?" She turned her head in a question as the truth began soaking into him. This time mildly, slowly. Her compassion, images of the forest burned, of innocent killed, began appearing in front of his eyes and the sadness, the grief, the regret...
"NO! Don't! Don't do this to me!" he gasped in terror, crawling away towards the wall. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you now!"
"And who will protect you from the feeling of guilt then?"
"I'll kill myself then too! Everything is better than..."
"Heh, just try. You just drank unicorn blood."
"The effect will wear soon. Then I will kill us both."
"Oh, really?", she touched the tip of the horn with her finger, then showed the droplet of blood to him. The hunger in his eyes was pathetic. He crawled up to her, begging. She let him lick her finger, then pushed him away with her hoof. "On a second thought...", she lay back, spreading her legs wide "there's some more left here."
He crawled up to the bed, kneeling on the hard floor in front of her pussy, but she held him with a hoof against his chest. "Wait, hungry fox! You taught me to enjoy my pain... so let me enjoy... my... pain..."
The memories of the first time when she was forced to suck the foul cock of the demon because he promised he would allow her to heal one of the prisoners in exchange - only to later torment the poor creature further, flowed slowly into the mind of the fox. The memory of purity, the repulsion at the thought of taking the cock in her mouth, the foul taste... she enjoyed the look of terror in the eyes of the fox, as he began realizing the elaborate torture, feeling of purity broken by his hunger for unicorn blood. He crawled up to her, arched his neck towards her sex, and suddenly spasmed in the reflex of vomiting, holding his muzzle closed with both paws as the repulsion at the thought of licking her there was too much. She loosened the grip of the memory, and he cautiously began licking the bloody stains off her fur, then the tip of her clitoris, still cautious not to touch her sex with his tongue. Suddenly she gripped his ears with her hands and pulled his muzzle inside her, pushed his head inside almost to the eyes. His eyes went wide when he began suffocating as she kept fucking herself with his head, he reached with his hands to hers to free himself, but... she was physically stronger! Never before until now he realized that if not her gentleness she could have killed him any time. And now his small claws were flailing at her hands which held his muzzle locked inside her vagina, and she was nearing her orgasm as he was jerking his head to break free. Opening his muzzle, like a fish fighting for a breath, his body slowly getting limp, he thought that it can't be, he can't die like this, when he saw her eyes closed in a climax, and then she let him to it too, taking his barely erect penis between her hard hooves, pushing the sheath down once, firmly, bruising him painfully, but simultaneously opening her own mind for him on her arousal and making him lose the last of his breath in overwhelming grip of climax, nothing but deadly pleasure in darkness that was swallowing him.
The unicorn just pushed his limp body away with her hoof, letting it fall to the floor. "He will recover by himself, no healing needed", she thought, closing her eyes for a moment in the afterglow, enjoying the mental echo of his near-suffocation orgasm. "Heh, I missed so much fun while being pure", she chuckled to herself. She stepped with despise over the body. "And second that much being submissive to that jerk." She walked up to the water bowl in the corner, took a few clean towels from a wardrobe close by, and began washing her fur from week-old stains she got since he let her wash last time. Eww, he had reasons for that gag reflex while attempting to lick her there! Now she regained her self-confidence and some of her pride, but she was fully aware that nothing will ever bring her purity back, so she wanted to take full advantage of her current position. She proudly stood in front of a mirror, arching her body and striking a sexy, proud pose. She adjusted the spiked collar on her neck a bit, deciding to keep it. "You're a bitch, my dear" she said to the reflection "and you look gorgeous with that." Last tear shed on the lost purity solidified on the carpet, time to get to work, stop crying and finally make things better. For a moment she pondered waking the fox up (with a kick) but then she decided to let her demon sleep, it didn't make a difference. She opened the door and walked out boldly, turned towards the stairs through the empty corridor, but a guard stopped her at the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going, slave?!" - he pointed the spike on the top of his halabard at her.
"To the dungeon, and you will lead me there. And for the record, I'm being addressed as 'Lady' now."
"Yeah, heh, you're certainly going to the dungeon, Now!"
An unexpected kick to the groin sent him down a flight of the stairs. She collected the halabard he dropped and walked down to him, as he was struggling for breath after the fall knocked the air out of him. She lowered her horn and healed his body, then handed the halabard to him. "Do you want me to repeat, servant?" her hoof strategically placed between his legs.
"No, my lady! I'll do as you wish, my lady!"
The guard escorted her all the way, though she soon could find the way by herself, being dragged through the lower corridors of the castle all too often. The dungeon still gave her creeps, her cage littered with diamonds that were her tears, but now it seemed strangely alien, not like the place where she spent last weeks.
She told the guard to wait by the entrance, then began approaching the cages, whispering reassuring "Your freedom is near", "Tomorrow you'll be free", as she was healing one prisoner after another, some too afraid to come, but she would still heal them, some greeting her with hope, "Is it true? Can I go back to my family?" - when close to these suffering souls, keeping the dominant pose was hard, tears in her eyes when she was passing by cages with abused children reaching to her, "Beautiful lady, take us to our mom. Please, Lady, don't let Master do these things to us". "Soon, children, soon, hush, wait a little bit longer."
She gathered herself, striking the proud, strong pose and went back to the guard. "Lead me to the kitchen." As he did, she opened the door to the huge kitchen and entered boldly. "All the slaves will be fed well today. By the order of the Lady!" - she announced in strong voice. Nobody dared to question, to ask who's the Lady, the servants just bowed to her, the authority of her voice being enough to convince them.
"Where now, Lady?" asked the guard when she closed the door. She pondered for a while. "To the town, to heal the people on the streets."
"I beg you Lady, not the town at night. Wait till the dawn, please!"
She pondered for a moment, there was genuine fear in his voice. "Back to the chamber then." Healing so many, so badly hurt exhausted her. The strength of her will was losing to the fatigue and the guard was right, she wouldn't be able to defend herself if something happened. He followed her back up the stairs.
"Posture!" - his whisper broke her thoughts reminding her to appear strong and proud once again while passing by a group of guards on first floor. She stopped by the end of the last flight of stairs, looking puzzled at the guard before dismissing him.
"Thank you, Lady. I hope you will succeed. Be well. And please forgive my insolence that first time." he whispered.
She gave him a soft kiss to his cheek, then went towards the chamber. As she turned to the corridor, the door flew open and the fox rushed outside, furious. "That bitch! Where's that bitch?!" he cursed.
"Right here." she stopped him in his tracks. "Sit!" she pointed at him, and suddenly his eyes began growing from fear as he saw her anger. He obediently clapped on his ass in the middle of the corridor. "Back to the chamber! Now." and with a yelp he ran back on all fours. She thought she heard a chuckle from direction of the stairs.
She went to the chamber, stood over him as he was curling in fear on the floor.
"I'm tired today, I need to sleep. I'll put you to sleep now and pray that you don't wake up before I do, because I don't control my feelings during sleep. And you need to be rested too. It will be a busy day tomorrow."
The fox let out a small whimper.
"Oh, what now?"
The eyes looked at her fearfully, but adoring, the fox tried to say something but managed only to whimper again.
"Oh, of course. But you'll have to earn it." she knelt on the bed, exposing her rump at him. He walked up to her, fearfully gripped her rump, and stood up to mount her, but she stopped him "Now, now, nice and gently, first lick me well there. I'm no longer your slave you'd just take like that." She didn't impose any feelings on him, his own humiliation being enough, as he worked his tongue up her pussy doing his best to please her, although not really skilled, always taking, never giving before. "Now you can enter, gently or I rip your balls off!" she commanded when she was nicely wet. He didn't need the order repeated, his erect cock throbbing and waiting, he thrust in her hard, and suddenly yelped loudly as she reached between her legs and gripped his balls with her hard fingers. "Ow, ow ow, you...! Sorry, I'm sorry my Lady, please, forgive me, I'll be gentle, please, let go of my balls!"
She released him and he began thrusting slowly, cautiously, concentrating on her pleasure, and finding more of his pleasure in it than ever before, speeding up gradually, gasping, fucking her harder.
"Fuck me in my ass, please, do fuck my ass!" she moaned. "So you are my little bitch after all?" he chuckled putting his penis against her anus. And then a sudden kick delivered to his buttock by her hind side of hoof drove him inside. They both yelped, then she gasped through closed teeth "no, I'm not. Now fuck me hard!" and pushed against his cock, driving it deeper. "Now, or I won't let you cum!"
He began riding her ass really hard, but she demanded still more, stronger, harder, and kicking his buttocks by swinging her legs up whenever he wasn't performing to her desire. Sweating, gasping hard he was reaching the limits of his stamina when she came, and he still couldn't get there, nearing but not reaching his orgasm. And then suddenly her hoof flew against his back again, but not in the buttock but aiming straight at his balls, and he came with a violent roar as the pain pushed him into spasms of orgasm, he fell back, pulling himself out and spraying spurts of semen over her back, then fell to his butt on the floor and sat there with teeth clutched and eyes closed as his cock was releasing a fountain after fountain of cum, spurts covering his legs, chest, face...
The unicorn lay on the bed on her belly, dangling her legs in air, watching the fox with a smile. "Wasn't that bad, was it? Here! Your prize." she touched the tip of her horn and exposed the finger with a drop of blood to the fox. He crawled up to her and licked it hungrily.
She stood up, rang the bell by the bed for a servant to come and change the sheets, while washing herself from the cum. The fox was still sitting on the floor, with his jaw dropped, unable to comprehend the depth of control she had over him as the maid finished changing the sheets, while looking puzzled at the scene. Now she'll have some good stuff for gossip! Let the gossip spread!
The unicorn walked up to the fox, lowered her horn and touched him, sending him a small charm of sleep, then she carefully carried him to the bed and lay down beside him. "Some more time of fixing his evils and the image of my mind won't be enough to keep him in check, I'll have to think of something stronger... maybe love?" she thought, before drifting off to sleep.
by Sharpfang, (CC): A nc = '2006
Sun Mar 26 20:28:23 CEST 2006