Wicked Games

by Angela Knight

  One of his hands moved up to Edrea’s buttocks and pinched her viciously. “Ride, woman! I want to come!”

  Instantly, the witch forgot me and snapped a glare down at Jack. He whitened. “You forget yourself, peasant,” she purred, and rose from him. “Evidently, you need a lesson in keeping your place.”

  I slipped up the stairs while she chained him to the wall.

  As I climbed, I heard Jack’s first scream. Cringing, I began to run. I couldn’t let his sacrifice go to waste.

  • • •

  The glass vial was exactly where milord had said it would be, and I was soon on my way back down the dungeon steps with it clutched in my hand.

  I found Jack writhing in chains, a horrible, strangled sound bubbling between his lips. Edrea was lashing a riding crop across his loins, paying especial attention to the cock she must have been keeping erect by magic.

  Licking my dry lips, I wondered how I was going to cut her. How deep did the wound have to be? Could I scratch her with my nails? Was there something at the table I could use?

  Cautiously I edged toward it, fighting to ignore the footman’s cries. The table was a massive affair built of sacred oak, and its surface was littered with various whips, clamps, gags, dildos, and other things I had no name for.

  My attention was caught by a phallus in a leather harness that was apparently intended to hold it around the wearer’s hips. The dildo was made of wood and leather, like others I’d had used on me, but unlike them, it was studded with short spikes. I imagined the lethal agony the device would inflict, and shuddered in horror.

  “Well now—that’s an idea,” the witch purred in my ear.

  I jumped and stared at her wildly. She still held the crop in one hand. Behind her, Jack hung limp in his bonds, unconscious.

  Edrea picked up the harness and its demon phallus. My flesh went icy as I wondered if she intended to use it on me.

  “He fucked you up the arse, didn’t he?” the witch asked suddenly. I blinked at her numbly as a roaring sound filled my ears.

  She smiled a terrible smile. “How would you like to return the favor?” And she held up the spiked dildo.

  “No!” I backed away, shaking my head.

  “Oh, come now, Lady Brianne,” Edrea said, following me with the demonic phallus held by the harness. “Surely you haven’t lost your taste for vengeance.”

  “Milord may have tormented me, but he was never vicious. And he saw to it that I found pleasure in what he did.” I stopped, surprised to hear myself so defending him. But it was true. I had enjoyed it on some dark level. Even the pain. For a moment I felt a spurt of shame. Pushing the emotion away, I lifted my head. I had to save my Beast.

  Edrea’s lush mouth tightened and she made a sweeping gesture.

  And the phallus was harnessed around my hips. I stared down at its lethal jut in horror. I reached for the straps, meaning to unbuckle them.

  “You realize, don’t you,” the witch said coldly, “that if I so wish it, you will fuck him like a rabbit. It would be much better for you if you do it of your own will.”

  I stared at her, wondering sickly what horrible punishment she’d inflict on me if I didn’t obey her. But ultimately, that made no difference. I couldn’t participate in this horrific crime against milord. “No.” I had to fight to keep my voice level.

  “I’d never have guessed you such a coward, Edrea,” said the Beast, his voice clear and cold.

  She forgot me, whirling to stalk over to him with narrowed, snapping eyes. “You dare call me a coward? You, who were too afraid of Jovas to marry me?”

  The Beast’s lips moved in a sneering smile. “I didn’t fear Jovas. I just didn’t like the ugliness in you.”

  Her eyes widened. Then she whirled toward me and threw her arms out, and I knew, with gut-knotting horror, that she was about to bewitch me into sodomizing milord with the dildo.

  But Edrea miscalculated. One long hand flew out past the Beast’s face as she gestured. Quick as a blink, he sank his fangs into her wrist.

  The witch howled in agony, grabbing her forearm and staring down at the wound in shock. I flew toward her, seeing my chance. “Here, let me help!” She allowed me to take her forearm.

  And I broke the vial over it, spilling the scarlet potion over it like blood.

  “Bitch!” Edrea screamed and threw me away. “I’ll see you burn for that, you highborn trollop!” And she drew a complex sign in the air.

  Nothing happened.

  The Beast laughed. Suddenly the air was full of smoke and light, and I heard a high, hopeless scream that could only be Edrea’s.

  When the smoke cleared, a tall blond man stood beside my master. He was handsome and broad-chested, and there was such an aura of power about him that I longed to drop to one knee.

  “Well met, Ardolf Greycastle!” the man said, grinning wolfishly at my master.

  “And you, Jovas,” milord said, smiling back with all his teeth. “I gather you’ve come for your new property.”

  The blond turned his lupine smile toward Edrea, who cringed from him in horror. “Indeed I have.” He moved toward her, stalking, and she backed away. “So, witch . . . I hear you’ve been very, very bad. You know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you?”

  “Bastard!” screeched Edrea, which was exactly the wrong thing to say.

  Jovas laughed and grabbed her hair in one big hand, then snatched her nose to nose with him. She screeched again as she rose on her toes. “Now, that’s no way to talk to your master, little slave.”

  “No!” She flailed at him. “I’ll be no slave!”

  “Oh, yes, you will. You’ve no powers to protect you now; your shield is gone. You’re mine.” Those last words were delivered in a purr to rival milord’s. Jovas’s big hand tightened, forcing the witch to her knees. Then he looked up toward my master. “This is a grand day, Ardolf Greycastle. One I’ve hungered for. Would you care to savor it with me?”

  The Beast’s smile made my blood chill. “Oh, aye. I would, at that.” Jovas gestured, and for a moment I was blinded as light burst in the room.

  When my sight cleared, Jack and milord were free, and thankfully, uninjured, their wounds healed.

  That done, the sorcerer turned and dragged Edrea toward milord’s great chair. He fell into it and dragged her across his lap.

  Over the sound of tearing fabric as Jovas did away with Edrea’s gown, I asked my master, “Who is he?”

  “A very great wizard,” said milord, sounding darkly pleased. He moved up behind me and took my breasts in both hands. “He’s had a yen for Edrea for years, but she would never yield to him. And he is hardly the sort to submit to a woman’s whim. She managed to keep him from her with a magical shield, but when you doused her with the potion, the spell collapsed. Now she’s at his mercy.”

  And it was rapidly evident he had none. As we watched, the wizard began to pound her bottom with his broad, hard palm. She kicked and screamed, cheeks reddening under each hard smack, the firm, rounded flesh shuddering.

  Jovas watched her naked rump quiver and bounce with lustful eyes, a wide grin on his face. Jack slinked over to watch, his eyes burning with cruel enjoyment of his tormentor’s punishment.

  My master squeezed my nipples and I gasped, feeling my own arousal grow. I began to understand why the Beast took such delight in spanking me as I watched her squirming kicks.

  I wasn’t the only one who appreciated the view. Milord’s cock grew thick and hot against my back with every smack.

  The air rang with Edrea’s howls of protest, the sound competing with the loud slaps of Jovas’s hand. Her naked breasts quivered against his legs.

  Whatever punishment Jovas intended, I knew he’d be merciless with her. My own hot anticipation astonished me almost as much as the quiver of envy I felt.

  My master rolled and squeezed my nipples, and I groaned, watching as Jovas pounded Edrea’s bottom. I could see her sex, red, furred, and pouting, flashing as her long legs
kicked.

  Suddenly, Jovas stopped and jerked Edrea to her feet. I felt a twinge of disappointment that the display was over.

  My disappointment vanished as Jovas pushed her to the stone floor and pounced on her, sucking and nibbling her nipples. She pounded at his shoulders, but he ignored her struggles, squeezing her breasts, reaching down between her legs with the other hand to find her sex. Edrea cursed and bit at him, and I saw him lift his head to murmur something. A spell, apparently; light flared, and when it faded, the witch was still, as if wrapped in invisible chains. Milord slipped a hand down and began to caress my dampening flesh.

  Jovas’s tongue looked very long and red as he licked the witch’s nipples until they grew into blushing points. His hand, stroking steadily, slid along her petals with increasing ease and speed, as if she grew wet under his demanding attentions. He murmured again and his robes disappeared in a flash of light, revealing a body as long, muscular, and hard as any knight’s.

  I stared in fascination at his muscular rump as he lifted himself and pressed his body between Edrea’s slender legs. His hips lifted, slid downward, and for a moment I could see his thick staff as he sheathed it in Edrea.

  Jovas went to work over her, his muscular body rising and falling on her white, helpless one. Sweat rolled between his shoulder blades. I grew very hot.

  Suddenly he rolled, bringing Edrea on top of him without missing a stroke. He craned his head around to look at us, then grabbed the witch’s bottom and pulled her cheeks apart in lewd invitation.

  Instead of answering Jovas’s inviting gesture, milord grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him. Applying gentle pressure, he forced me to my knees. Knowing what he wanted, I grinned and took his staff into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it to coat it thoroughly in saliva. He thrust his hips against my face and I moaned, knowing what he intended to do to Edrea once I had his organ well lubricated.

  It occurred to me as I sucked him that I shouldn’t be participating with such enthusiasm in the witch’s humiliation. Then again, I also knew what she would have done to me if we had not defeated her, and I could not escape the feeling that she was getting no more than she deserved. I sucked my master even harder.

  At last milord pulled free of my mouth and strode toward Edrea and Jovas. Between her legs, I could see the wizard’s organ moving in and out of her in long strokes. I swallowed.

  Then milord covered her, and I could see only a tangle of legs and the Beast’s black furred rump, rising over them. I heard a long, feminine groan and knew he’d entered Edrea’s anus.

  I licked my lips and cut my eyes toward Jack, feeling such desperate hunger that I wanted to beg the footman to take me. Instead, he left my side and crossed to the tangle of bodies. I saw him kneel facing them, then lift Edrea’s head by the hair and aim his phallus for her mouth. His fist tightened, dragging her onto his cock.

  Rolling his head on his shoulders in pleasure, he used his grip on her head to guide her back and forth as he fucked her throat.

  My nipples burned, and I could feel a steady trickle of wetness filling my core. It was too easy to imagine what she felt, filled by the three cocks of her captors, the smooth burning strength of each of them thrusting in and out of her. I wanted one of them to take me. Now.

  But they were too busy revenging themselves on the witch, so at last, in frustration, I went to milord’s throne and threw myself into it. Hooking one leg over the arm, I began to caress my own wet flesh.

  From where I sat on the throne, I could see how they held her helpless between them. Jovas arched under her, forcing her to ride his grinding hips, even as my master covered her, thrusting against the taut curve of her rump. Edrea shuddered as they pounded into her, but she couldn’t protest even if she wanted to with her mouth stuffed with Jack’s shaft.

  Holding her head immobile with both hands now, he hunched against her face, fucking her throat ruthlessly. I wondered if she could breathe, but judging from the flare of her nostrils, she was evidently managing it somehow.

  I shivered and stroked my own breast with one hand, slipping the other down between my legs. It was incredibly arousing, watching them take her. My cream slid hot and thick between my lips.

  For a moment it occurred to me that I had fallen far under milord’s ownership. He’d made me forget my high birth and ancient name until I cared for nothing but the heat he made me feel.

  But in truth, it was not as if my blue blood had ever done a damn thing for me but get me married to a doddering old man with a greedy son. This was pleasure. It was, in fact, more than most women ever found.

  As I watched, swirling a forefinger through my soaking heat, I imagined milord’s huge shaft sliding out of Edrea’s helplessly open bottom, then plunging in again. I remembered the way it had felt when he’d taken me that way, and gasped, pinching my nipple hard in a spasm of desire.

  For a moment it seemed she was trying to fight them—white flesh surged against strong hands—but they quelled her rebellion with no particular effort and went back to impaling her again. Their bodies slapped against hers harder now, faster, and I could almost feel three thick shafts ramming in and out of me. I plunged three fingers into myself as deeply as I could, strumming my pearl with my thumb.

  As I watched, I heard her begin to moan around Jack’s cock. The sound held more delight than suffering.

  It seemed the witch had embraced her punishment.

  Suddenly the Beast roared out that distinctive sound he makes when he climaxes, and he stiffened, driving deep. At almost the same moment, Jovas’s spine arched, lifting both Edrea and my master clear off the ground. Edrea made a muffled sound around Jack’s organ, and the footman gasped.

  The tangle of sweaty sex that was Edrea, Jack, Jovas, and milord collapsed. Bare strokes away from my own climax, I groaned in frustration.

  Milord was the first to pick himself up from the huddle, one hand going to the base of his spine as he stretched his back. Jack was next up, grinning with the satisfaction of his revenge.

  Then at last, Jovas stood, lifting Edrea and slinging her over his shoulder, naked and limp. He gestured, and for a moment the dungeon was illuminated in a blaze of light. When it faded, he was dressed in his robes. Edrea, however, was still naked . . . except for chains and a slave collar such as I had worn on more than one occasion lately.

  The wizard held out a hand to milord, who took it, careful of his claws. “My thanks for your assistance, Lord Greycastle,” Jovas said, very formally for a man who’d just helped his host rape a witch.

  The Beast grinned at him with an astonishing number of teeth. “Believe me, it was my pleasure. I trust you’ll keep your slave well punished?”

  Jovas grinned back, showing teeth of his own. “Count on it, Ardolf.” He hesitated. “I wish I could break the bitch’s curse for you, but I’m afraid she set it too well.”

  The Beast shrugged. “I know. You certainly gave it your best effort those months ago. On the other hand, the potion worked. I’ll have to be satisfied with that.”

  The wizard’s eyes slid to me as I sat, decorously bolt upright, in milord’s chair. “Perhaps you’ll be able to break your spell another way, milord.”

  The Beast looked at me, then glanced away. “I don’t think so.” His jaw tightened. “Punish the bitch well, Jovas.”

  The wizard leered. “Oh, I will. I’m feeling . . . inspired.”

  Edrea lifted her head and I saw the flash of helpless acceptance on her face just before they disappeared.

  “I hope,” said Jack, “he whips the ass off her.”

  “I doubt it,” said the Beast, sounding a little bitter. “He was always soft where she was concerned. That’s why he didn’t leave her with me.”

  Jack shrugged. “Too bad. Still, I’m sure he’ll keep her busy . . .”

  “No doubt. Get some sleep, Jack. I’m sure you need it.” The Beast waved the footman toward the door and he lost no time finding it. The thick wooden slab slammed shut, leaving m
e alone with my master . . . and a burning need deep in my core.

  I stared at the Beast hungrily, my nipples tingling, feeling a hot trickle deep within. Would he want to take me now, so soon after the witch? I thought it likely; he’d often astonished me with his stamina in the past. “Milord,” I began softly, taking a step forward.

  He looked away. “We’ll get your clothes. I will provide you with a full purse for the road and summon some of the village men to provide you with an escort. You needn’t worry about Cedric. I’ll take care of him. And I’ll see he gives you your inheritance.”

  I blinked, feeling I’d been dunked in ice water. “You’re sending me away?”

  “I’m freeing you.”

  “But . . . but why?”

  He looked at me, full on. There was pain in his eyes. “You saved my life tonight at considerable risk to your own. I can’t continue to hold you.”

  I stared at him. Free. I’d be free again. Free to go back to my own castle, to my women and my tapestries. Free.

  Free to be wedded again against my will to some old man. The young ones, after all, look for wealthy widows or pretty young virgins, and I was neither. “No.”

  “What?” he asked, astonished.

  “If you feel any gratitude at all for me, you won’t make me leave.” I looked at the high, muscular arch of his chest, the width of his arms.

  “I took you.” Confusion and guilt filled his eyes. “I enslaved you. Beat and sodomized you.”

  “And I loved every last moment of it.” I remembered the feeling of his broad shaft sliding into me, his tongue flicking over my nipples . . . even his hard hand hitting my rump. “You’ve given me more pleasure than I have ever known. I’d rather live as your slave than be free without you.”

  And he roared.

  I jumped back as his back arched, then twisted like a gigged fish. He began to glow and it seemed his fur ignited.

  I screamed in horror. I had killed him. This was the witch’s revenge and I had somehow triggered it.

  Fur crisped, burned, dropped away in hunks as he clawed at the air. His horns disappeared in a curl of flame and his claws went incandescent and disappeared. I began to scream for Jack, knowing he could do nothing, screamed for Jovas, knowing the wizard couldn’t hear.