"Get off me, you piece of shit!"
Ivy's scream echoed in the room, accompanied by the guttural sounds coming from Milo. The man had jumped her without warning, pushing her to the ground. His massive, bumpy cock was planted against her crotch. The small piece of cloth covering it was the only thing protecting her from his onslaught.
Ivy could feel the remains of her old uniform dampening with the copious amount of precum leaking from the tip of the warrior's monstrous penis. She had thought herself ready for whatever they could throw at her. she had been wrong, again.
After yelling at her earlier, the man now reminded her of her father. She desperately tried to separate the two in her mind, but Diana's magic was making sure she could not escape her most depraved and fearful side.
Crazed like a wounded animal, the warrior pinned her arms to the floor with one hand, ripping her "pet clothes" apart. She could feel him push against her pussy, threatening to break her apart. There was no way she could take him. It was just too fucking big.
"No, stop! Someone, please, help me!"
With a loud bang, followed by laughter all around, Ivy found herself free. Something had sent Milo flying through the room, crashing into the table with the food. It took the mage a couple of seconds to figure out what had happened.
Master was still fucking Lana, who was moaning loudly. His outstretched hand was glowing, a clear indication he had just cast a spell. Before she could say anything, his voice boomed, waking her from her stupor.
"Don't just stand there and get raped, you idiot. Use magic, fuck him up. Show me you are worthy of being trained."
Ivy realized her powers had returned to her. Master had kept them sealed for so long she hadn't even bothered to check, and now she wondered how long they had been available to her. Had she even attempted to escape since he had branded her?
Milo got up again, now drenched with expensive wine, and charged at her without caution. Ivy could see her father's face superimposed on Milo's and started to freeze again. She never could stand her ground against him. This time was no different.
Right before hitting her, Milo was sent flying again. Everybody in the room was laughing at her, and at the huge warrior, who was being thrown around like a ragdoll by her Master.
"What's the matter sweetie, you can't do it? Your Master is never going to reward you if you keep disobeying him like this."
Diana called to her from the couch, and Ivy could tell she was enjoying this. The grin on her face was cruel now, a glimpse of her true self.
"Does my cute little Milo remind you of somebody?
You look like you've seen a ghost."
Ivy could not answer, frozen by the onset of a panic attack. She barely managed to turn around and see her Master staring at her. The elves had stopped servicing him and were now kneeling at his feet, stealing worried glances at her.
"If I tell you to fuck someone, you will fuck someone. If I tell you to fight, you will fight."
"I-I'm really sorry, Master. I c-can't do it."
"Ivy, that's not how this works. When I give you an order you will follow it."
Then he raised his hand.
There it was again. Absolute pain. So intense she couldn't even scream. Pure unadulterated agony, rending her soul. Every thought, fear, desire, even her identity. Everything burned under the incandescent disappointment of her Master.
After what felt like an eternity, the pain subsided like a dream. The raging inferno had passed and she was left lying on the floor, breathless.
She had promised herself not to suffer through this again, but she had failed. It was all because she let herself be distracted by her trauma. What was her pathetic father, compared to her Master? How could she be more scared of a drunken idiot than of the Sorcerer who had branded her soul?
As her thoughts returned to her, emerging from the ashes of her scorched consciousness, she realized the fear was gone. There was no room for panic or doubt when facing the prospect of Master's wrath. Only one thing could exist in front of this huge imbalance of power.
Absolute obedience.
Ignoring Milo, she turned towards her Master. Steadying herself on all fours, she assumed the same imploring position Lily had drilled into her head. She knew, now, how stupid she had been.
"This cunt is an idiot and begs for your forgiveness, Master. Please give this fuckpet another chance. She will not disappoint."
"You're on thin ice. I won't have my precious pet raped by the likes of him."
An oily drop of pleasure rippled through the crystal pond of dread in her soul. She couldn't fight it, only accept it as the encouragement she needed.
"Of course, Master."
Ivy got back on her feet, ice-cold determination commanding her mana. She gathered a fireball in her hand and looked at the crazed warrior who still wore her father's face. Milo was charging at her again, and Ivy knew Master would not save her this time.
"Fuck you!"
The bright, red fireball crossed the distance between them in an instant, hitting Milo squarely in the chest. Hidden runes flashed across his body, absorbing the flames. Still, the power of her strike had stopped him in his tracks. He was now staring at her, sizing her up.
Ivy ignored the cheers coming from the audience and started circling the warrior. She had to keep her distance if she wanted to have a chance at this. The man was faster and stronger than her, so Ivy could not let him into her range.
Milo charged again, trying to catch her off guard. Ivy let loose another fireball, but the warrior managed to avoid it by a hair-breadth. Despite having lost his reason, his battle instincts as a Holy Guardian were intact.
Ivy's naked body could do nothing to stop the warrior's charge. He smacked her against the floor, this time succeeding in pinning her down. The mage felt only coldness at this fact, her previous anxiety forgotten.
Losing was not an outcome she could accept. Fear was not the solution, and she could not win by lobbing fireballs at the problem. Unfazed by the growling, broken man who was trying his best to penetrate her, Ivy focused on channeling all of her remaining mana into a single spell.
She had only one chance for this to work, and she had to make it count.
The mage attuned her magic to lightning, instead of the usual fire. The spell she had in mind was the last resort for Mages, but she couldn't think of anything else.
Shocking Grasp was not a powerful spell. To make sure the caster would not hurt themselves when using it, they needed to use very little mana. It worked by generating electricity inside the caster's Mana Channels and discharging it via contact with the skin. One of the very few close combat options available to beginner Mages.
Overcharging this spell carried a very high risk of being shocked, something that was reportedly very painful. Ivy had seen a girl in her class make this mistake once and it had looked horrifying to her. Now, that measly flavor of pain meant nothing, as she let loose all the Mana in her body at once.
Milo was blasted with the full force of the overcharged spell, his protective runes shattering like glass. Once again he was thrown off of her, but only by a few feet, despite Ivy using all of her energy. The shock had been plenty, however, and the warrior was now lying on the ground. His body was riddled with scorch marks, and the smell of burnt skin filled the room, making some in the audience gag.
Ivy had braced herself for the inevitable backfire, but it never came. She opened her eyes to find Master standing over her, his hand covered in sparks. The residual magical energy disappeared into him as if it had been nothing more than a child's first attempt at a cantrip.
"Poor little Milo, the slutty bitch fucked you up huh?"
Diana was standing over Milo, stepping on the man's neck. The warrior could only grunt in pain, a good half of his flesh scorched by Ivy's reckless spell.
"Don't worry, mommy will patch you up and take you back to the whore you still call your wife. This way you can tell her all about how you lost to her favorite customer's pet."
