Author's note: I recommend starting with part 1 of the series. Some parts of this Lovecraftian tale of cosmic horror will contain dark elements and non-consent. I'm eager for feedback, so please leave a comment.
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"What the hell am I supposed to do with you now, Miss Carter?" Professor Ward spoke firmly as he loomed over Abigail, who knelt naked on the hardwood floor with her arms behind her back. The sun was just now setting, and the orange twilight illuminated his cluttered tower office with an otherworldly light.
"I get it: you're not angry, just disappointed," Abigail muttered. She hated this kind of crap from her parents, and now she was getting from her... well, whatever Ward was. She fumed and shifted uncomfortably on her knees - the plush rug was gone, and the rough floor was covered in inscrutable runes. She had already told Ward and Victoria, his grad student, most of what had happened on her trip to London, leaving out only Royce's name and her sexual encounter with Grace (which was obviously none of their business). She had freed dozens of innocent people and dealt a blow to the Eagle's cult, so, you know, no harm no foul, right?
"Actually Miss Carter, I'm quite angry," Ward said. He took off his tweed coat - a first - and dispensed with his usual, easy smile. "I had hoped you learned your lesson last time."
"Spank me again if you have to," Abigail said. "But I think I deserve a medal."
Victoria was recording their session as usual and almost dropped her camera: "See? She's an idiot. She escaped by pure luck - the Eagle didn't know about the elixir and underestimated her, but that won't happen again. How long until Abigail gets kidnapped or killed? Then the Eagle will get the Knife, one way or another." She was as haughty as ever, and knew how to push Abigail's buttons.
At the mention of the eldritch Knife, Abigail twitched and glanced at it, resting on Ward's desk behind him. It was hard to let it out of her reach even for a second, especially when she hadn't drank the protective elixir in Ward's semen for a couple of days. Her fingers fidgeted behind her back and she spaced out briefly, staring at Ward's crotch and the Knife right beside it. She missed part of the conversation between Ward and Victoria, but tuned back in when Ward said:
"We're not taking the Knife from her Victoria, that's final; you know what happened to Emma. We have a responsibility to help Abigail, not... abandon her." But his face was grim as he stared down at her. "But even with the elixir it doesn't seem like enough."
"She's weak," Victoria said. "She doesn't obey. Maybe she can't."
"I'm right here, you know," Abigail interjected, as snarky as she could manage considering her humiliating position on the floor. "I think I did pretty well, saving all those people."
Victoria propped up her camera on a crowded bookshelf, crouched down next to Abigail, and pushed her long brown hair behind her ears. She looked furious, and spoke slowly as if speaking to a child. "Who gives a fuck about saving a hundred people if you damn the whole world? If Shub-Niggurath wakes up, all humanity will be sacrificed to her abominable lusts."
"Victoria is right, Miss Carter, though she isn't very kind about it," Ward said. He gazed down at Abigail's naked body, obviously hungry for her, but since he hadn't drunk the gold vial yet she knew he was waiting for something. To Victoria he said, "Let's try your idea for a ritual. Maybe it will strengthen the elixir's effects and give us some measure of control over her. Get yourself ready, and I'll prepare Abigail."
Abigail didn't like the sound of that at all. Her body tingled as the Knife's arcane power swelled inside her and she focused on Professor Ward. "Stop. No more rituals; no punishment. Let me suck you off like normal and leave."
Ward's face scrunched for a moment and he stared at her while Victoria paused and watched. "That was... interesting - the first time you've tried it on me. Victoria, did you catch it on camera? Good. Miss Carter, you're dangerous. That... manipulation is not going to work on me, but I can see how you managed to travel to London so easily. The elixir you drink in my semen protects you from the domination of the Knife, but it's a two-way street: by relying on my potency, you lose the ability to affect me with the Knife. I'm glad you tried though, because it makes me feel better about what we have to do to you."
Uh oh. Abigail broke into a sweat. "What do you mean? I don't want you to do anything to me. I've trusted you..."
Ward put one hand on Abigail's bare shoulder and tilted her chin up. "And I've trusted you. I still do. But the risk is too high for trust and affection alone." Then he sat down in front of her and patted his knee. "First, yes, I'm going to spank you Miss Carter."
Abigail gulped. Victoria had thrown a sweet-smelling herb into the fireplace and the scent was filling the office, pungent and thick. Abigail knew she needed the elixir to keep her sanity, so she had no choice but to crawl up onto Professor Ward's lap. She was surprised to see Victoria beginning to undress, but before she could open her mouth to ask a question Ward pushed her head down towards the floor. She grunted as he twisted her arms behind her back and gripped her wrists in one hand while his other began to trace circles around her buttocks. She felt each of his fingers as they danced across her skin, and her pussy was getting wet with expectation. She cried out in surprise when the first blow landed, hard, and was quickly followed by four more.
