World and Writing Clarifications:
- 'Nick' surrounded by commas denotes Nick's body as being controlled by Karnig
- Genital Magic: the main character, Nick is a female-to-male trans man. He has not received bottom surgery. Karnig's current magic can conjure a somewhat transparent cock that resides over Nick's vagina. The ethereal dick can touch and penetrate matter, but cannot be touched itself (unless Karnig wills it). Meaning Karnig can use it to push open a door but slamming the same door back will go right through the ghost cock and knock into his body (Moreso, how ghosts can stand on the floor but also walk through walls).
Chapter 2:
'Nick' sits in the back of a utility van. Besides a backpack to the side, the cabin is
empty. Despite parking in the shade, with the van off sweat starts to prick at the back of
'Nick's' neck. He slides a leg out in front of him and sighs.
"This is utterly boring" he groans aloud.
Sitting in an unmarked van for hours because you're a horrid rapist is boring? Great, let's go do something else.
"No, you are fully aware we have work to do." 'Nick' says aloud again before Karnig continues mentally,
And besides I didn't see you complaining when we reaped the rewards from last time.
I still don't get it. Did you mind-control the guy? Hypnotize him? Cast a spell? The man just went mute and handed over the keys and registration.
Nick asks.
'Nick' chuckles and crosses his arms. Yes,
hypnosis my young friend. A demon lording over snakes should be charming, should he not? I used to hypnotize armies of men and sic them upon each other for sport. The salesman possessed inferior beta energy. It was easy enough to hypnotize him with one concubine. After we acquire the next, we aim for the deed to the manor we saw in White Ridge.
That mansion you keep driving past?! I already rent a place, you really intend to just move me out of my life?
You believe that small shithole to be large enough to house a harem?
You said you liked it...
I lied. We need more room. We both deserve better anyway. Why are you renting land when some ashen wrinkled meatsack rakes in money for sitting upon his ass? We should be sitting upon our ass!
We are.
But not in a mansion. That'll change soon my friend.
'Nick' gets up to a kneel and peers out the back window.
And soon it is. Right on cue. And she has yet to cross to the other side of the street!
'Nick' drags the backpack from its corner to his side. He rips open the zipper and pulls out a bundle of pre-cut rope and a roll of tape, before tossing the bag deeper into the cabin. Outside a taller woman jogs under a canopy of trees. She weaves between fallen sticks and cracks in the sidewalk, ponytail flicking side to side a moment behind her body.
'Nick' began tailing her a week ago. Every day she jogs from her home through a wooded park and back, taking approximately 45 minutes. Upper middle class living and a lack of watching crime shows must have led to having such predictable behavior. Still, Nick pities her and cheers every time she makes the rational decision to cross the street before passing the van. But a week parked in the same place leads to complacency. Keeping dead on, the woman passes the back of the van.
'Nick' busts open the back door, grips the crook of her arm, and pulls in. Bangs echo throughout the van as she clatters into the cabin. The door slams shut. 'Nick' grabs an ankle and drags her straight. Supplies in hand he climbs over top.
"What the hell? Get off of me!" she yells, squirming.
'Nick' wraps the bight a few times around her wrists and finishes it off in a double column tie. He pulls the rope and her arms over her head and ties it to a loop welded onto the floor.
This is why you had us out with a blowtorch last week? How many hooks did we add in here? You're fucked up.
I prefer the term ingenuitive.
"I said get the fuck off of me! HELP! SOMEONE!" She kicks at 'Nick', hardly nudging him, as she flails against her tied arms.
'Nick' stretches out a strip of tape and rips it off.
"GO AWAY! HELP-" she gets cut off by the tape being pressed across her face.
'Nick' takes the remaining two lengths of rope and restrains each ankle to its thigh in a frog tie. Now that she is fully bound, he sits back for a moment and admires his work. Her knees rock back and forth forcefully as she tries to wriggle out of the rope. Muffled yelling that turns more and more desperate travels through the tape.
'Nick' pulls the bag from the corner and brings out a small pocketknife. The cries quiet down for a moment as her gaze fixes on the blade flicking open.
Murmured "no's" repeat from the tape as 'Nick' slips the blade under and up against the fabric of her sports bra. The cloth splits cleanly down the middle revealing her breasts, pricked with sweat. The no's turn to sniffling as tears well up at her waterline.
Please, you don't have to do this. We don't even know this woman. Wasn't my girlfriend enough?
You know we must do this.
'Nick' moves the blade to her athletic pants and cuts a hole before setting the knife aside. Fingers hooked into the hole of the fabric; he tears it wider until her entire crotch is exposed.
This one is clean shaven.
'Nick' takes his thumbs and spreads apart the lips of her pussy. He runs them down the inner labia, separating it more. One thumb dips in. He thrusts his thumb a few times, wetting it to rub down her clit. Over a few moments her clit protrudes more, and fluid starts to drip onto her torn clothes. Tensed muscles loosen despite her whimpering.
Sitting up, 'Nick' undoes his belt and shoves his pants to his knees. A single button popped on his briefs and the transparent purple cock emerges. 'Nick' presses his thumb into its base and angles it down towards her pussy. Head spreads her hole wide, and he sinks slowly into her. Warm walls squeeze against his cock. 'Nick' leans down and plants his arms on the floor when he hears a noise to his side. A wireless earbud bumps music faintly on the floor of the van. With a smirk 'Nick' picks it up and returns it to the woman's ear.
Was that necessary?
I believe so, yes.
