Vermeil Cages - Ring

Alice locked her bike to the wrought iron fence outside of Mr. William's manor with a sharp click. She nervously smoothed her pants with a hand, hesitating despite the heady rushes of confidence she had been dosing herself with from the magical ring. She knew that coming here could be dangerous, and paradoxically, the magical confidence ring was making her question her judgement. Was she only here because she was confident enough to be here?

No. Alice was needed. She had been a nervous wreck all day at the office yesterday when Abel didn't show, despite it being a Monday, and him having a 3:00 with the commissioner, of all people. She had needed to use the ring just to admit to the powerful man that Mr. Williams wasn't in the office.

Perhaps more worrying still, Circe hadn't shown up to reclaim her ring. Alice could get used to having it, but if both Circe and Abel had failed to show up, there was a good chance they were in danger, and a good chance that Alice was the only one who knew. She wasn't sure what she could do, but she knew she had to do something. She circled the ring twice more and felt confidence surge within her.

She would have to rescue Abel. Simple as that. Alice strode purposefully toward the door, and rapped the heavy brass knocker heavily three times. When there was no answer, she rapped heavily three more times. When there was still no answer, she circled the ring once more and lifted the knocker only for the door to open suddenly, revealing Abel's driver, Thomas.

Doesn't he have a butler? Alice wondered, as Thomas spoke up. "Mrs. Mahler is not taking visitors at this time." With that he shut the door in Alice's face.

Mrs. Mahler? Alice knew Thomas, and had Abel's address well and truly memorized from the office. Who the hell was Mrs. Mahler, and what had she done with Abel? Alice paced the porch several times before deciding. She would simply have to break in. She circled the ring again and felt that heady rush of recklessness she was beginning to associate with overuse.

Alice darted around the right of the building and began peeking into windows. No one in the smoking room, some servant she hadn't met in the kitchen. Dining room? Paydirt. Abel blindfolded and tied naked to the dining room table.

More confident than cautious, Alice removed her hat pin and slid it into the gap between window and latch, with a bit of effort for the tight squeeze. She jiggered the latch for a few seconds, and almost broke her favorite hat pin, before she caught the latch just so, and was able to pop it open. She slid the window open just enough to fit through and clambered in, rather stealthily, she thought with pride.

Confident, and yet excited by the risk she was taking, Alice couldn't help but feast her eyes for a moment on the man she would have as lover before moving to rescue him. He was blindfolded, and couldn't know how rudely she was staring, after all. Her eyes traced toned legs shapely abs, a softly defined Adams apple, and of course, an appealing, semi-hard erection lifting itself ever so slightly off of Abel's thigh. She reveled in the pleasure of being able to stare without being judged for it, but knew that time was of the essence. After a moment, therefore, she cleared her throat, and whispered. "I'm here to rescue you, lover."

Abel stiffened, flushed red, and then hissed back, "Its not safe. Leave the way you came, quickly!" He pulled his arm against the ropes binding him, as if to gesture for emphasis, but was unable. Alice was confident she would be able to free her man quickly, however, and ignored his protest, deft fingers unknotting the ropes at his feet.

Abel's feet were free already, Alice working at the intricate weaving of knots at his hands with patience and determination, when the a serving woman entered carrying a tray full of deviled eggs, and immediately screamed. Alice charged across the room to slap a hand across the woman's mouth, devilled eggs spilling across the fine green silk rug, but the damage was already done. Within seconds, someone extraordinary entered the room.

A short woman with rose gold hair burned the color out of the room as she entered, like sunlight leaving spots in Alice's vision of a world suddenly less vivid by comparison. Alice herself felt suddenly small next to the short nude woman, and only avoided dropping to her knees by circling the ring once more. As the familiar rush flooded her, she challenged the furious blonde, brandishing her hat pin threateningly. "You've no right to keep him here. I'm going to free him."

The blonde chuckled and the hatpin grew terribly hot, forcing Alice to drop it. She eyed Alice appraisingly, and set a hand possessively on Abel's bare chest. "This slut is my slave now, and I can't have you blathering about it. Still, it seems terribly wasteful to kill someone brave enough to threaten me like that, not to mention how pouty slut boy here would get if I mounted your head on a spike like in the old days."

At this Abel began pleading, but the woman silenced him with a shush and a touch of the golden collar upon his neck. Alice, rather easily feigning bravado, stared her down and asked the begged question, "You seem to be implying another option. You're telling me to be your slave too, or you'll kill me?"

"Sadly," the woman opined, "magic that impedes will is a lot more complicated. A spell forced under pain of death is liable to spontaneously reverse, whether by true love's kiss, or contact with a magical object, or perhaps a particularly forceful sneeze. More trouble than it's worth. Slut boy's spell only worked because I have so much history with him. I can commend your bravery before you die though. My name is Agrat."

At this, Alice's eyes went wide, and she took an involuntary step back, as half-remembered lessons from a mother she had thought silly struck her mind. "Agrat...bat Mahlat?"

Agrat twirled a strand of hair in a petite finger. "Brave and well read, I see. I'm not so famous as I once was. Maybe you are worth the effort, I really don't have as many slaves as I would like. See, for a slave spell to keep very well, the choice at least has to be a real one, if not a perfect one. This, this may work. Swear to me, or I will erase your memory of Abel, but promise to leave you unharmed.

Alice frowned. She thought the choice should be obvious. Abel had obviously gotten himself into this mess, one way or another, and, implied promises last week aside, she had no real commitment to him beyond that of a secretary. And yet her mind railed at the notion of cowardice, of letting him suffer this injustice alone. Her feelings for Abel were strong, her rejection of not-knowing this hidden facet of the world stronger, and her fear of the cost dim and remote, despite its immediacy. She wanted to be with Abel, sure, but she had just discovered that all of the fairy stories she had grown up with were real. Magic rings, ancient sorceresses. Demon Queens. What else was hidden from her? What else would be forever beyond her life if she agreed to lose this knowledge? Alice frowned again, dimly noticing the frantic shaking of Abel's head in the corner of her eye. "I choose servitude"

Agrat smiled broadly, a pretty, but slightly uncomfortable smile, revealing teeth which seemed rather sharp without being obviously unnatural in any specific way. She waved her hand and an open golden collar appeared in it, which she quickly snapped shut around Alice's neck with a soft click. "I had a good number of these forged a few centuries ago. So very handy. Now let's test the spell." Agrat gently stepped a well manicured foot onto one of the deviled eggs bespoiling the green silk carpet, and tapped Alice's collar. "Lick my foot clean."

Alice flushed, and refused. Or at least, she thought she refused. Instead, she quickly found herself kneeling, blue pants smashing other spilled eggs, objection still unvoiced. She stood up, or rather intended to stand, but nevertheless found herself still on her elbows and knees, cradling a pretty foot as she licked surprisingly tasty egg thoroughly from it. She did not stop licking when she felt a cold, slim dagger between her back and her combination undershirt, nor when the dagger sliced neatly through multiple layers of clothing in a single easy cut. She did not stop licking as her tops fell free from her breasts, though she did attempt to hold the fabric to her chest with her free hand. When the same dagger slid between her underpants and her ass, she attempted to disentangle her arm, abandoning the top too late to save the bottom, for all that the latter took more than one cut to disassemble. Still, it was only when Agrat's voice released her that she released Agrat's foot, sat up, and attempted to preserve the remainder of her modesty.

The ring was still in force, Alice decided, as she realized that she was not truly afraid or frightened even now, her clothing in tatters, kneeling before a demon who clearly could and would take advantage of her. Some of that confidence must have been interpreted as satisfaction on her face, as Agrat ruffled her bob with a hand and called her "good girl. Let's reward you, shall we?"

Alice felt a spot of indignation, followed by jealousy as Agrat grabbed Abel's half-hard cock and gave it a few lazy strokes. The indignation doubled back as the blonde instructed her to "lose the clothes and kneel on the table."

Alice was surprised to find herself in control of her obedience now, her body not simply obeying perforce as it had just a moment before. Deciding immediately to learn, rather than overplay her hand, she clambered up onto the solid, polished oak.She flushed with embarrassment to be naked before this woman she had just met, but somehow Agrat being equally bare made things seem at least a bit more natural. She still couldn't meet the demon's eyes.

"Kneel over his face."

Alice flushed again as insecurity began to return to her. She worried whether she was sufficiently clean, whether Abel would find her displeasing, or whether-Alice cut off her fears with another circle of the ring as she obeyed. Abel should count himself lucky to have her lips grace his! Alice positioned herself facing Abel's body as she mounted his face. She allowed a portion of her weight to press onto her lover's face, and watched with satisfaction as his cock twitched and stiffened before her. Admittedly, Agrat's gentle, but possessive grip on Abel's testicles may also have contributed to the change. Agrat gave a light squeeze and a one word command. "lick."

Alice felt a sudden wave of sensation as Abel's tongue swept like a slow wave, past her sensitive clit and slightly parted lips, adding to the slickness that she was quickly becoming aware of. By the time she adjusted to the sensation with a slight moan, he had already added two tongue strokes to the first, and she leaned forward, involuntarily bracing herself with hands on his broad chest. Her nails bit softly into Abel in lucious reflex, as warmth spread through Alice's core and she relaxed into his efforts. She felt perversely as though she was claiming Abel, despite their mutual pledges to Agrat, by smearing his chin and nose with her arousal as she began to grind against him. She felt a naughty tingle of coolness, as arousal from Abel's nose brushed against her asshole, which was then exposed to the breeze from the open window she had stolen in through.

Alice felt she could have entered a trance like this, the pleasure of confidence and sensuality filling her with warmth, the stimulation steady enough to truly satisfy her, without driving her to cataclysmic sensitivity. She truly did not know whether seconds, or minutes, or perhaps even tens of minutes passed like this, her awareness confined to the pleasure coursing through her, and the muffled moans from the increasingly messy face beneath her hips. She could not even muster resentment when Agrat stepped around the table to place one guiding hand against her hip bone as she ground into her lover, and the other snaked into her hair to tug gently. She did feel the force of inevitable command once more when Agrat spoke. "Suck his cock, slut. Get him wet for me."

Some part of Alice thought to object. She hadn't been allowed to experience traditional sex with Abel yet, and here she was being commanded to use her mouth! Yet, even without the undeniable obedience compelling her, she recognized what Abel had been doing so admirably for her, and some part of her wished to return the favor. She leaned forward, noting with some dismay that Abel's angle to lick her became slightly less direct, and wrapped her mouth gently around the intimidating mushroom head.

It would seem that cock, or at least Abel's, had a distinct scent. Not unpleasant or unwashed, just distinct. Alice tried her best to shield it from her teeth with lips and tongue as she applied some suction. She found her mouth quickly full to the point of discomfort as she tried to take more of him in, but was rewarded with the satisfying vibration of a moan against her clit as she withdrew and then tried again. She soon began to find a rhythm. It was easier, and seemed more effective to rub her saliva-soaked lip across the spot just an inch below his head on the underside of the shaft, and she could keep a seal of her lips without gagging that way. This also allowed her to keep more of her own lips pressed against his face than when she pressed herself several inches farther down the shaft, and her moans of pleasure seemed to be as pleasant a vibration to him as his own were to her. She felt a bit of resentment therefore, as Agrat's strong hands pulled her by the hair and forced her to choke a little on the thick cock in her mouth. She got the distinct sense that Agrat was revelling in the sense of power over Alice, rather than trying to please Abel. She tried to protest when Agrat did it a second time, but could only express muffled wordless frustration with her mouth so full of now painfully hard cock.

This time as she withdrew, Agrat pulled her mouth off of Abel's cock entirely, and Alice flushed with embarrassment as the command still worked it's will on her body, and she pulled her own hair against Agrat's strong hands trying to continue sucking on the erection before her. Agrat let her feel this helpless indulgence for a few seconds before releasing the command with a wordless chuckle. Alice sat upright again, glaring at Agrat across the table, her fury undermined somewhat by the wetness dripping helplessly from her mouth and pussy. Agrat climbed onto the table herself and caressed Alice's cheek, commanding her to keep fucking Abel's face, and then pressed a palm against Abel's chest and commanded him not to come. Alice felt her hips rock of their own accord, as Agrat imitated the motion, her own hips straddling Abel's shaft, pressing it against his abs rather than inserting it yet. Alice groaned in unwilling pleasure as she timed her hips to Abel's tongue, wondering if the same magic preventing him from orgasm was preventing his tongue from the terrible cramping it should be experiencing by now. Agrat moved her hips in little circles along that same part of Abel's hard shaft that Alice had tried to focus her lips, and Alice felt the delicious moans against her messy lips. Agrat leaned forward against Alice, bracing herself against Abel's chest with one hand while she teased Abel's head against her entrance with the other.

Against her better judgement, and in perhaps a small fit of spite, Alice grabbed Agrat's hair, and pulled it roughly, as the demon had done to her. Agrat, however, seemed to enjoy the sensation, and countered with a playful bite to Alice's nipple. The Demon's hands moved to Alice's hips and pressed against them for leverage, as she impaled herself upon Abel's waiting erection.

With steady, full, strokes, Agrat fucked Abel before Alice's eyes, as her hands on hips forced Alice to match her rhythm. Alice watched the small woman with a potent mixture of envy and lust, as low moans poured from the demon, messy hair cascading around her face and shoulders as she drove herself to inevitability. The pleasure she was drawing from Abel's tongue, a trance like perfection just a few minutes ago, now felt insufficient as she watched the demon queen grind herself toward orgasm around a fullness that Alice ached to have within her. She growled impatiently as her orgasm remained the same distance from her, neither approaching nor retreating. Then, whether accidentally or merely unconsciously, Alice circled her ring once more, wishing from the depths of her body and soul to feel as Agrat did.

Agrat's eyes grew wide and then flicked dangerously to the ring, as Alice suddenly felt the total fullness and repletion of Abel's cock within her, even while she continued to sit on his face. Her still-virgin sex pulsed with triumph around a cock that existed in sensation only, the real thing still planted firmly in her rival. She moaned arousal and triumph in equal measure, and matched Agrat's pace as the latter seemed to shrug and then resume her conquest. The delicious fullness thrumming through Alice with each thrust sent her quickly to the brink, and the manor filled with cries of sensual abandon. Closer and closer she came to total release, as she felt the tension of the mightiest sensation of her life drawing nearer and nearer.

Agrat pulled Alice close and choked her with one hand; Alice felt her head grow instantly light, though the pleasure would not be denied, driven by Agrat's powerful thrusts, felt as Abel's cock within her. The world seemed to collapse into a pinpoint before exploding into a kaleidescope of color and sensation, as Alice drowned in enormous waves of crashing pleasure. She gasped for air as her sex clenched so powerfully as to mix pleasure with pain, and she collapsed to the side, nearly falling off of the wide table. A second equally-powerful wave crashed over her again as Agrat, whose pleasure Alice was feeling, reached her own orgasm, and this time Alice did fall off the table, but did not even register her future bruise in the ocean of overwhelmed sensation.

When Alice came to, several minutes later, Agrat was again standing next to the table, and seemed to either be tormenting or pleasuring Abel. She smiled with some measure of cruelty down at Alice and told her to stand. When the dazed secretary moved too slowly, a rough hand on her hair pulled her up, and held her face mere inches from Abel's erection, which now looked dreadfully painful even to Alice's untrained eye. Agrat asked him with mock pity. "Does my little slut need to come before his balls burst?"

At Abel's frantic nod and pleading whimper, Agrat smiled and pointed his cock at Alice's face. "You may come."

Abel bucked as if electrocuted, and an enormous rope of sticky white smacked into Alice's forehead and eyelid, closed just in time. A second rope coated her nose and lips, and a third her left cheek as she tried to turn away. A fourth landed on her neck, a fifth between her breasts, and the sixth and seventh landed languidly across Abel's own chest. "Good boy. As for you," Agrat turned to Alice, and placed a hand on her collar.

"You are to introduce yourself to all of the household staff. Crawl, don't walk, and don't you dare clean yourself up until you are confident that every servant here knows you are Ms. Mahler's new cum dump. Inform each of them that I would like them to see your asshole, and then they can take the rest of the day off. When you return, we can talk about that very interesting ring you are wearing."

Alice burned with shame and fury, but, as before, her body obeyed. She dropped to her hands and knees, and began crawling along the soft green carpet. Her thatch of dark pubic hair was drenched in her slowly drying arousal, the hair of her head tussled and a little sore, and her mind reeling with the base lewdity of what she was about to do. And yet, as she crawled, she still couldn't help the strange feeling of power. The magically-buoyed confidence that everyone she was about to meet would love to either fuck her or be her.