A Sorcerer’s new pet – Chapter 3 – Tormented – [MF+] [NC] [Humil] [Magic] [Fantasy] [Edging]

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I empty my glass and decide against refilling it. I really should not waste expensive spirits if I’m not enjoying them properly. My notes lie on the wooden desk, scattered. I take a last look at them before standing up.

“Lily”

***This cunt is listening, Master.***

“How is Ivy? Is she sleeping well?” The young mage must be exhausted, and pets always need some time to adjust to a new home.

***Yes, Master, I’m making sure of it.***

With impeccable deference, Lily’s Remnant sends me images from the dreams Ivy is experiencing. Direct access to the soul is a scary thing, something I understand intimately. There is almost no limit to what you can make someone experience, even while awake. During the night though, when the brain and the soul are resting and incorporating new knowledge, that control becomes absolute.

Lily is leveraging that power masterfully to impart some much-needed lessons to my new pet.

“Good. Let’s talk about you then”. I can feel a wave of dread coursing through the Remnant, tinged with excitement and arousal.

***This cunt does not deserve the attention and is forever grateful.***

“As you should. You are only alive because the True Lily sacrificed herself beautifully in the end, but what do you have to show for it?”

***This fuckpet is nothing more than a pathetic soul and hates herself because she could not be more useless than this. To waste Master’s precious energy to keep me alive, even if only just a sliver, is a terrible sin.***

“At least you are aware of being a burden.” I project the Remnant outside of my soul, and give it a corporeal, albeit temporary form, resembling the original Lily. In front of me, the familiar high-class features of the once noble girl start to materialize.

Five-foot-five, with lustrous, jet-black hair reaching down past her shoulder blades, Lily is the picture of the ideal noble heiress. Luscious lips, crystal blue eyes not unlike Ivy’s, delicate cheekbones, and a small nose, all work together mysteriously to create an air of beauty and fearsomeness. It doesn’t matter if she is dressed in luxurious clothes or slave rags, for she always commands the room’s attention with effortless grace.

Her fierce gaze used to intimidate even some of her father’s allies, who were all too happy to betray him later on, in exchange for those same eyes looking up at them, and her mouth wrapped around their cocks. After all, five years in Daisy’s care and mine had done wonders to turn the hard-as-steel heiress of the Seawrath Family, into a perfectly submissive and broken fuckdoll.

As soon as the body is complete and she can control her limbs, Lily prostrates herself at my feet. Her long hair covering tears of joy, as her forehead presses against the wooden floor. For a few seconds, only the crackling of the fireplace and her sobbing can be heard, while I wait for my former pet to compose herself. Being a disembodied Remnant is an extremely claustrophobic experience, and being given a body so suddenly brings with it an enormous amount of overstimulation and euphoria.

***This pathetic slut is not worthy of such a wonderful gift. I beg of Master to abuse me until he breaks and reclaims what is rightfully his.***

“You should thank Ivy, not me. I wouldn’t settle for you if we didn’t have to lay low while we teach her the basics. Your father is still looking for us after all, so get to work and make sure Ivy doesn’t wake up.”

***Yes, yes! Please bless this worthless whore’s mouth!***

I let her delicate hands take care of unfastening my trousers after sitting in the comfortable armchair near the fireplace. The Remnant of my enemy’s daughter takes my cock in her mouth with reverence and starts eagerly sucking on it. Her right hand starts slowly playing with her clit and labia, so that she may get as close as possible to climax. I don’t bother reminding her that she does not have permission to come. It has been years since the last time I allowed her to. I lay back and allow myself to relax, listening to the crackling fire and the wet sounds coming from Lily’s mouth.

I bet Seymour would kill himself if he saw me play with his daughter’s Remnant like this. I don’t even particularly hate the man, but he’s been so perseverant in hunting me down that I had to teach him a lesson. He’s also insufferably hard to kill, which limited my options somewhat.

Enough of that though, now it’s time to unwind after a long day. My lips curl into a slight smile, as I feel the pleasure in my loins building up, slowly but steadily. Lily might be just a shadow of her former self, but she still knows how to take care of her Master properly.

During the next twenty minutes, I let the tension slowly drain from my body, as I enjoy Lily’s feverish devotion. I can feel the warning signs of my climax: slightly shortened breath, faster-beating heart, but I decide to restrain myself and indulge in the moment for a while longer.

As my teacher used to say, you can peek into the depths of sorcery for decades, but sometimes it’s the simple things that make life worth living.

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Lily still could not believe how lucky she was.

Born to the Seawrath Family, daughter to Seymour Seawrath: the King’s right hand, and Amelia Lumen, the King’s younger sister, she had never lacked a single thing. Pampered and catered to, for as long as she could remember, she had grown up quite bratty, even if not as bad as most aristocratic ladies.

Back when she still went by her old name – a noble one, unfit for a worthless cunt like her – she had always felt a sense of superiority compared to the other girls she knew. Blessed with exceptionally good looks, according to all the sycophants, she had every man and woman in court at her beck and call. No one could compete with her in terms of beauty, not even the Royal Princess, who was miffed by the number of marriage proposals coming Lily’s way.

She had also been very talented at magic, and that was what had truly cemented her status. Her father: one of the strongest Sorcerers of the continent, had trained her personally to ensure she didn’t waste her potential. She had grown so strong over the years, that at the tender age of twenty years old, very few people she knew could match her in magical combat.

Yes, she had been a warrior, proud and true to her family’s name. She used to have a life that people would have killed for, and it was taken all away from her in the span of one, terrifying night.

For that, she was eternally grateful.

Her Master, whose cock she was now dutifully worshiping, was relaxing in his armchair after summoning her in a replica of her old body. She was determined to give him the best blowjob she possibly could, edging herself desperately in the process, forever denied.

She remembered the last time she had been allowed to come, vividly. The very night she had offered her mind and soul to Master, beyond even the scope of the binding ritual he had subjected her to. Pleased with her subservience, Master had rewarded her

with a taste of Soul Heaven: the absolute pinnacle of pleasure and euphoria, only he could inflict upon someone.

Lily had felt an explosion of pleasure so strong, so overwhelming, that she had been left convulsing and gasping for air for minutes, incapable of rational thought. It was beyond sex, beyond drugs, beyond anything the body could feel. Master had achieved unattainable heights in Soul Magic, the first magic to be banned by the Gods millennia ago. For that reason he was being hunted like a criminal in many different domains, her father’s included.

To think stealing Heaven from the Gods to gift it to worthless sluts like her was considered a crime. Lunatics, the bunch of them, particularly her father, whose hatred for her Master was such, that he didn’t even mind killing his daughter to get to him.

Just thinking about her last orgasm threatened to drive her over the edge, and Master had purposefully made this body ridiculously sensitive so that she would have to suffer to avoid cumming without his permission. She forced back her tears and kept dutifully sucking Master’s shaft, violently slapping her clit to ruin her pleasure. She could not defy her Master, not after he had shown her the true nature of the world, and her place in it.

After kidnapping her, Master had tortured her for days, corrupting her thoughts, her dreams, her body. With her Mistress’ help, he had broken her fa├žade completely, stripping her of all pretense.

She had seen herself, the real her, for the first time that night. Under all the beauty, the talent, the pedigree, there was a weak, disgusting, pathetic, loathsome slut, and she hated her with every single fiber of her being.

It had taken him only two weeks to destroy a lifetime of lies. The world was not a fair place, she learned. Power was the only thing that mattered in the end, and she was weak, so weak that it disgusted her. Even her father, who was the strongest Sorcerer she knew before meeting Master, could not stand up to him; resorting instead to greater numbers to hunt him down with no success, despite having tried for over thirty years.

And so, after being trained, she thought herself resigned to her new life. There was no way she could escape this man, so she would try her best to appease him, hoping this would at least improve the way he treated her.

But that was just the beginning. After her basic training, Master had taken her on a trip. He wanted to show her the secrets that, according to him, the Kings and Queens of the world were hiding from her and everyone else.

He had taken her in the dungeons of the Great Temple of Lyra: the Goddess of Mercy, where depraved Cardinals enjoyed breaking the Holy Priestesses in ways that would make the filthiest street whore shiver. He had left her there for a day, in exchange for an incredible amount of gold, so that Master’s friend could teach her what it truly meant to believe in gods.

That was when she had begun to understand. Master’s friend was someone she knew as the sweet and humble Brother Keith, one of her father’s closest advisors. The same Cardinal who had blessed her in front of her father numerous times, had spent twenty-four hours beating, abusing, and healing her, just so he could start all over again. She had been branded with fire, tattooed with obscene drawings all over her body, and warped by magic to be aroused by her own pain and humiliation.

It was all so deranged and crazy, but now, she couldn’t bring herself to hate the man. He was only doing this because he could, nothing more, nothing less. The reason the Cardinal could get away with it was that he was strong, and she was utterly helpless to stop him.

A beautiful, absolute truth.

She thought she had understood, then, what Master was trying to teach her. He was strong and she was weak, so she had to submit. A simple, crystal clear truth that for some reason had begun to feel comfortable to her.

If only it had been that simple, but she had been clueless about how naive she was.

When she had told them about her realization, Master and Mistress Daisy had laughed at her. She knew nothing, they told her, but would soon understand.

Master had then, to her immense horror, taken her through a yawning fiery portal directly to the Scorching Hells. The indescribable anguish of walking in the Forsaken Place, where billions of souls were being tormented in unspeakable ways, had left her unable to do anything if not follow obediently, crawling behind Master in terrified, shivering silence. Devils of all shapes and sizes catcalled and jeered at her: a still-living girl crossing the Hells on all fours, with a leash around her neck.

Master had then traded her again, like a piece of meat, this time for three gorgeous succubi. He had placed her in the care of a monstrous Devil Master knew on a first-name basis, while the three lascivious fiends practically threw themselves at Master. They had clamored and begged to serve him however he desired, for as long as he wanted, all to get away from their Master’s domain for a few days.

She would never forget being pitied by literal demons when she saw the way they looked at her. But Master ignored her desperate pleas and promises of impeccable behavior and left her, the three succubi crawling in tow.

After spending three days with that Devil, every trace of dignity and arrogance had been scrubbed clean from Lily’s soul. What had happened there was unspeakable, and she could not think about it without breaking down and suffering a massive panic attack. She had been broken forever, there and then, and now her only goal in life was to crawl and beg and serve Master faithfully. Only by doing so would he keep her soul away from the Hells, even after her death.

“Magic is brutal, the Gods are all dead or enslaved, and the Hells are all that awaits us.”

This was the final truth she had learned that day, expressed through Master’s words. There were no Gods left to grant us an afterlife, no retribution for misdeeds, no reason to adhere to any morals, no special prizes for good, devout girls.

People were born to either claw their way to immortality or perish and become eternal playthings for the Devils. The first road was impossible to walk for a broken toy like her, Master had made sure of it. He sealed her magic completely, rendering her useless in combat.

She had lost to him, after all, and no one could attain immortality without being merciless to their enemies.

The only choice left was to beg. To give herself up to him so completely, so thoroughly, that a mere thought from him could kill her, plunging her into eternal pain. Only this level of commitment was able to convince him to take pity on her: a weak, useless, broken thing. A burden weighing him down on his pursuit of immortality.

She would make him her world, her god, her salvation, like all his other pets did. Only that way could she keep on living in Heaven, which just so happened to be at his feet, begging for every scrap of his attention, forever.

And now, she was even weaker than before, nothing more than a Remnant of her former self. She had hoped her sacrifice would ingratiate her to Master, but she had been wrong. Well, not utterly wrong, Lily was adored by Master now, after she had proved her absolute loyalty to him.

The problem was that she wasn’t the True Lily, but only her leftovers. Forever doomed to keep living in her shadow, despised by her Master for reminding him of her, while being utterly useless. Hells, even for her to suck his cock he had to consume precious mana, more than she could repay by making him cum, and she knew it well.

Her only hope was the girl, the useless whore Master picked to replace her. She hated her, viscerally, because she was so weak but still acted arrogantly. She envied her innocence, the fact she still had a body, the way she hated her Master so naively. Couldn’t she see how pathetic she was? Wasn’t the abyss between her and Master so obvious, so overwhelming?

Mistress Daisy had told Lily all about how much she had hated her in the beginning – not that there had been any improvement since – and she understood her completely now.

The new cunt would beg for scraps like the rest of them, and she would thank Master for them like the good little fuckpet she was.

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Ivy was drowning in an ocean of unfulfilled arousal.

Despite being acutely aware of the fact that she was dreaming, she couldn’t wake up no matter how hard she tried.

She suspected this had everything to do with Lily, who had been grafted directly onto her soul by her Master, but the damned bitch was not showing herself, and she had more pressing concerns than to look for her.

At the moment she was gagging – well, dreaming of gagging – on Master’s thick cock. Her hands were tied behind her back and the taut leash he kept in his hands was holding her firmly in place. Her perception altered by her Soul Brand, Ivy was caught in an inescapable trap, steadily losing whatever control her addled mind had left.

She could feel her mind and soul being slowly rewritten. Pain and pleasure, once two separate feelings, were now almost indistinguishable from each other. If not for Lily stopping her, she would have climaxed at least five times just from the pain of her wrists being so tightly bound.

It didn’t help that the man she was sucking off was just a projection of Lily’s warped thoughts. The Remnant’s conceptualized idea of their Master, whose cock now filled her mouth, exuded an absolutely terrifying aura, so much so that she almost pissed herself when she first saw him.

The fear and humiliation reached a furious climax when, without warning, she felt her Master release a load of thick, warm cum straight down her throat, forcing her to swallow. After thirty seconds during which she was sure she was about to die, she was mercilessly thrown aside and tossed on the hazy, but still very much cold and damp, stone floor.

***What do we say when Master cums in our throat, fuckpet?***

Lily was back, sticking two invisible fingers in the hot, wet mess that was her pussy, making her writhe like a worm at her Master’s feet.

“T-this cunt does not deserve this blessing, Master”.

The words now came easier than before and felt like sickly-sweet honey on her tongue. Ivy could deal with the pain, but how does one resist being repeatedly blasted with pleasure with absolutely no release or reprieve?

It was like her body had forgotten how to cum, and had learned to crave frustration instead. A feeling of overwhelming unfulfillment pervaded her from head to toe, muddling her thoughts.

***Would you like it if I made you addicted to pain? Craving Master’s abuse every moment of every day?***

Ivy was now atop her Master, who held her neck in an iron grip as she straddled him. Wet as she was, his member slid easily inside her, despite its considerable girth, and, for once, she couldn’t stifle her moans. There she was, being raped by a nightmare resembling her captor, and she was fucking enjoying it.

If she could at least fuck the real one, she could beg him to let her cum just once. Instead, wave after wave of mounting pleasure crashed against her psyche, and the overflow that should have brought her over the edge was drowning her innermost self, nurturing the Soul Brand she had received earlier that night.

***So? When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer slut.***

“N-No! I don’t want to be addicted to pain”. The prospect was utterly terrifying, especially because she was experiencing a taste of what it would feel like to live that way.

***What about humiliation? I could make it so that you turn into a blubbering mess every time somebody insults you. Knowing you, that would probably happen a lot, wouldn’t it? You pathetic cumdump.***

Ivy found herself licking Master’s feet, lying on the floor beneath him as he drank from a glass filled with an icy, blue drink. The position she was in, the absolute submission of the act she was performing, the insulting words directed at her. It was too much to handle for the poor mage, who now drooled in magically-induced ecstasy, compelled to worship her Master’s feet with the last sliver of her mind still able to function.

“Hmmm, d-do you like it, Master? W-where am I?” Ivy could only lay on the floor, gently lapping at Master’s feet, drenched in the marsh of her mushy, crumpled thoughts.

Lily had bombarded the girl with too much pleasure, and the mage was too easily overwhelmed to try anything more intense tonight. The whole point of these dreams was for Ivy to feel the complete absence of privacy and freedom, not the wetness of the floor drenched with her drool.

***Cursed slut, how can I train you properly if you are so weak? I cannot afford to disappoint Master anymore, so I need to stop being so gentle with you. Starting tomorrow, we are going to train your resistance. For now, let’s get back to your crawling lessons.***

“I-I can’t take it anymore. I n-need to sleep.” Ivy, who had barely started regaining consciousness, replied between heaving breaths.

***Nonsense, your body is resting just fine. This is just a dream, after all. A sweet, wonderful dream that will make you all wet and ready for Master when he wakes up.***

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