Chapter 1
Her private chambers were spacious and elaborate. Rorika crouched in a low battle casting stance as five loops of swirling crimson cuffs with glowing runes etched into them rotated around her body.
She wore a black bra and thong with a red nylon coat that draped over her body down to her upper thighs. Her heart shaped face was met with jet black hair that fell down to her back in waves. Icy blue eyes made for piercing a man’s soul and thick lips with a creamy layer of violet gloss were enough to almost hypnotize Mylas.
Her once overly friendly demeanor had made an abrupt shift to after Rorika had lured Mylas to her bed Chambers where she revealed her true intentions to the unsuspecting mage. Her hands flashed too quickly for Mylas to react and the five swirling loops shot through the air.
Mylas leaped out of the way as fast as his tired body would allow. Two of the loops snared both of his ankles in mid flight, his upper body falling limply to the floor as the magical bonds held fast to his legs. He scrambled furiously knowing that the other three were already correcting their course to find him. His fingers dug into the stone floor as he pulled in hopes to throw his body out the window but he was magically tethered by her cuffs that bound around his ankles.
He focused on the bonds as intently as he could and began his dispel incantation. It was his only hope. His somatic process was interrupted as a loop whizzed by and clamped around his left wrist. “No!”, he shouted.
Panic began to set in as another clamped around his right wrist. He could no longer make the necessary gestures required for casting spells. The four loops hauled him up into mid air off the floor as the final bond made its slow path toward the helpless mage and tightened around his neck. His attempt at uttering one last incantation of verbal component was cut short as the binding around his neck tightened with a clench of Rorika’s hand.
The magical bonds carried him through the air as he struggled to no avail and threw him down onto her bed. Rorika was already laying casually next to where he was forcefully placed.
“Mine now”, she purred as she leaned over and licked his face from bottom to top, dragging her tongue slowly in complete dominance. “You young mages are my favorite. So new to magic and so trusting of sorceress’. My magic is far superior to yours, my slave. And don’t bother trying to cast spells with those bonds, they suppress your magical ability.”
Slowly she sat up as her feet gently found their way to rest on his chest. They elegently slid up to his face where she enjoyed smearing her feet all over him, smothering his mouth and nose. He gagged and tried to breath but she wouldn’t allow it yet.
“Suck on my toes”, she said as she placed her sweaty toes on his lips.
He tightened his mouth and said nothing. Her foot flashed and slapped him across the face hard with a smack.
“Open your mouth and suck on my toes.” she demanded with sheer sexual dominance, the look in her eyes gave Mylas the impression that cooperation was mandatory.
He stared at her long and hard before he opened his mouth a small amount and it was all she needed. Her toes slid right in passed his reluctant lips. He sucked on her big toe for a few moments but she wasn’t satisfied. She started to cram more of her foot in his mouth testing to see how much of it she could fit as she jammed her way in up to the ball of her foot. Mylas began to choke and cough but she would not let up.
“Come on, my little slave. Suck it like you mean it.” After a few moments she finally pulled her foot out. He gasped eagerly for air. She caressed his face with her feet and gave his head a few pats with her soft soles. “Good boy”.
Rorika wasted no time. She spun in her position and her feet buried themselves inside his pants as her feet searched for his growing member. Using her toes, she pulled his breeches down enough for his cock to spring out. Already hard as a rock, she wrapped her soft soles around her slave’s shaft and began pumping gently up and down.
Her voice was a mocking growl, “your seed will soon be mine and my ritual will have all necessary components. And I’m going to need a lot of it. I hope you have plenty of time to spare?”
“You evil bitch! You can’t do-mph…”, nylon from the sleeve of her outfit magically stretched out, sailing through the air and tightened around his mouth with several wraps around his head.
“I can do a lot of things.” Her feet still pumping wildly and effortlessly. His groans and muffled screams were his only response. “The king thinks you are on a voyage to Endivak. You will be gone for weeks, enough time to hide you as my prisoner in my secret chambers while I milk you for all the seed you’ve got.” Her cruel toes squeezing the head of his throbbing member on the last point. “And I think I shall enjoy every minute of it”.
Mylas’s body spasmed periodically as his nerves were overloaded from pleasure from Rorika’s erotic torture. He struggled with all of his might but his strength was sapped and the pleasure was unbearable. She was well versed and expert in the way her feet moved, the way her toes could grip and squeeze, the way her soles could glide along the length of his shaft. Her feet were a pair of predators who were relentless with their prey and they toyed and teased at their leisure.
Moments became minutes before Rorika saw the tell tale signs of an orgasm on its way as her prisoner laid helplessly before her. For the best control and leverage, she clamped her soft wrinkled soles tightly around his cock and pumped with perfected efficiency. A cruel laugh escaped from her lips as Mylas spasmed and moaned under his muffled confines when his seed erupted all over her feet.
He came hard as ropes of cum erupted for several spurts. Her soles and toes became slick with his bodily fluid which only made every pump more pleasurable. After several pumps with her Mylas’ seed had finally reached its limit and he was spent as he laid helplessly trying to catch his breath.
That didn’t stop Rorika from continuing. She knew his cock would be sensitive and found pleasure in the torture. His muffled screams and the way his body twitched satisfied her immensely. She knew the head was super sensitive post-orgasm and clamped her toes around it. She continued a pumping motion with her toes as she squeezed with incredible pressure. Mylas felt as though he was going to pass out. His body ached from how much he was tensing up as a result of the sexual torture. She continued for several minutes afterward, long past the helpless mage’s breaking point. She laughed cruelly at his agony as muffled screams accompanied his bodies jolts and spasms. Once she was finally satisfied, she gave the tip of his penis one hard squeeze with her toes. His body convulsed with the pressure as he let out a loud muffled cry.
His laboured breathing began to reside as his body lay almost lifeless. Rorika made a sweeping motion with her hand and his semen hovered and gathered from her feet into a floating orb.
“That was quite a lot, my slave”, she leaned in close, her penetrating gaze holding him still as she purred “I’m going to need much more than that though. Get comfy slave boy, it’s going to be a wild couple of weeks.”
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