ENCYCLOPEDIA: The Remembrance Ritual
Remembrance is a simple, but intimate ritual, which makes it possible to share images, feelings, memories (called echoes) between two creatures. For this to happen the creatures must have some kind of connection: the deeper the connection, the more detailed echoes can be shared. The beneficiary (the one whom the echoes are shared with) somehow must enter the body of the donor (the one sharing the echoes), usually via a tender kiss, then the donor can share their echoes. Some creatures have some very remembrance sensitive spots in their bodies, performing the ritual while touching those spots can open all echoes of the donor.
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Chapter III. - Punishment
I completely lost track of time, and I just woke up, when the sporty guy emptied his balls inside my mouth. His cum was very tasty, my Masters will be happy. I realized I was actually late, so I quickly cleaned his dick with my mouth, and squeezed my cock cage, thinking about home and my Masters. I sensed their hunger, rage, and horniness.
A few seconds later I materialized inside my room. As opposed to their huge, warm and welcoming living space, my room, or well... let's call it chamber, was quite small, and totally empty. As I didn't need to sleep anymore, they even got rid of the mattress I woke up on the first day. Right after my transformation, the 4 runes from those magical stones appeared on the 4 walls, like they were carved in it, shining with the red light. As I learnt the 4 runes had their own meaning: infimus (the lowest/bottom), submissa (submissive), volens (willing) and servus (slave). Whenever I was inside my room, I felt like these runes, these words got more and more burnt into my mind.
In this room I was even less in control. Do you remember that little voice, that tiny piece of my soul which was left in me? Here I did not feel that, it was completely silent. I was an empty shell, a mindless object, I did not think, I did not do anything, except kneeling. Yes, whenever I was at home and wasn't doing my chores or wasn't being used in one of the other rooms, I was kneeling here, staring at the wall, having the keywords of my servitude, my life burnt into me more and more.
A few seconds after I appeared, Master Hunter stepped through the door.
"Tss, tss, you are late, servant! By 8 minutes to be exact." He said with an evil smile on his face.
"I am so sorry, Master Hunter!" Even though the words came out of my mouth, I was not the one saying them.
"Tell me! What does a slave deserve, when it is 8 minutes late?"
"Spanking, Master. 8 from each of You."
"Exactly. And no food for you." He came super close to my face and started whispering to my ears. "But I might give you one drop of my precious nectar to show you how generous I am."
He always did that. Giving me a tiny drop of their delicious and nutritious cum was worse than giving me none. As I mentioned, their semen is highly addictive to me. I need it basically every day to stay sane and energized. But it is like heroin, giving me one drop will drive me insane and will make me hungrier.
"Show me whose cum did you guzzle down today!"
I opened my mouth and he put two of his fingers inside it and reached for the back. I started gagging for a second, then I froze as I felt he was reaching out for my mind which I obediently opened up instantly. Images of the previous 4 hours started popping into my mind as Master Hunter was enjoying the humans emptying their balls inside me.
"Stop playing with the food!" I heard Master Alpha yelling from outside. Master Hunter retreated and I was able to move again. He grabbed my collar and started leading me out of the room to the living room.
As soon as we got to the usual spot of cum extraction (the extractum rune carved into the floor, shining red), Master Alpha stood up from the couch, made a special waving movement with his right hand, performing a shackle spell. Slightly visible, red shackles appeared around my wrists and ankles, pulling them wide apart. I felt an invisible hand weighing on my back and forcing me into a 90 degree position, then pulling my head back, so I looked straight forward and not down (and also forced my throat to one straight line). The shackles on my hands once again were moved, forcing them behind my back. My eyesight went blurry and then completely dark. There was no need for any table or furniture to support me in this position, my body became so stiff and rigid, it was like a statue. This is how I usually spend the remaining part of a day.
Alpha entered me instantly. He was not taking it easy on me anymore. I think most of the time he was not aware of how big his dick currently is. As I mentioned he can change the size of his member at will, it can be a tiny nub, or as big as half an arm. I am pretty sure my body organs also changed during the transformation, I could swear, one time I literally felt the tip of his dick around my neck. Or maybe he just wanted me to believe that. With our connection, it wouldn't be impossible.
My tiny hole was being torn open. Even with his first penetration, which went all the way in, I felt a massive drop of the mixture of the victim's cum inside my body was drawn out and transferred to Alpha through his majestic dick. He let out a loud sigh.
I heard Chase saying: "Leave some to us too!", then he entered my throat with his 11 inch long dick.
A few minutes later, they both pulled their dicks out. They usually don't just eat and go. They take their time, hours to feed from me and to fuck me. They spend a few minutes inside me, extract a drop or two and then do something else.
"So he was 8 minutes late." Said Hunter.
"Well, 10. You were playing with him, and we were waiting." Answered Chase.
"True. So it is 10. I want to use the flogger this time."
"Well, I always use my own belt so..." Said Chase.
"Cane." Mumbled Alpha.
I felt my body become alive again, and my eyesight returned. Even though they did not say a word, I felt the need inside me to go to the tools chamber and grab the ones they wanted to use on me.
"Yes, Masters." I said, and walked to the other side of the apartment, which was way bigger than possible. The tool chamber was at least four times bigger than mine. The walls were covered with shelves, which gave home to hundreds of different tools, potions, books. A stone table in the middle, runes carved into the sides all around it. I had no idea what this table was for, as they also had a similar, but way fancier one in the ritual room.
There was a smaller table next to one of the shorter walls, with a potion brewing station and ingredients all around. Usually it was my job to make new potions, and usually I was the one drinking them. My Masters had full control over me, but there were things they cannot influence by their will. That's where the potions come into play.
Like 80% of the time, My Masters wanted the usual: cum from sleeping men. But the taste of cum is different in every creature, with certain groups having a more specific direction of taste. Eg. gay and straight men's cum are quite distinguishable. The same applies to sleeping and awake men. So occasionally (around two times a month) they want something else.
One of their potions literally turns me into a woman. In these cases My Masters command me to go to bars and parties as a woman, and get fucked and bred by men. Similar usually happens with gay bars as well, of course as a man.
As I don't exist in the eyes of humans, before doing all these I have to drink a different potion as well, and do a ritual. I don't exactly know what happens, but humans can see and feel me temporarily. One time, the effects of these faded away while a guy was fucking me, and he instantly became oblivious to the situation, pulled up his zipper and left the toilet like nothing happened.
As I mentioned before, every time My Masters give me their nutritious cum, I feel it stays inside me. Just like the first time, it spreads through my body, it becomes one with me. I feel it inside me every day, more and more, as it replaces my cells slowly.
