#Lore24 – Entry #309 – Fantasy Month IV #4 – A Lopsided Bargain
From the journal of Angeliqua “Goldeneyes” Cartacustos
As I hung helplessly in the grasp of Lady Armenia, she continued to relentlessly tease my body in a way I had never experienced. Certainly, Alekos and Ryona had teased me during our rather erotic trysts between his classes, but not like this. The combination of her mazoku nature and her training as a Yurisayan priestess were, for lack of a better term, maddening. She knew exactly how and where to touch me to work my body into a mess of heated lust, and exactly how to keep it right there, on the very edge of attaining the pleasures I had soon sought and thought I had lost all cravings for after I had left as Alekos’s tutor.
I cannot know how long exactly she kept me on edge, but it could have been hours. She practically turned my mind to jelly during the time, had even seemed to twist my body’s perception of the pain she caused by the pinches and scrapings of her claws into pleasure. She said little during this time, at least that I can recall, only making a few comments on the pleasureful sounds and physical responses I made in response to her touch which left me feeling great shame at my lack of control.
Once I had been properly edged for this small eternity, had become even hotter and sweatier than I had in the trunk as I hung helplessly in my bindings, she finally began to tell me of the reason she had intercepted me on my way back to the Great Library. She did perceive some slight from my leaving my tutorship early and felt that I had somehow gone against the bargain originally arranged between the Library and her. I tried to protest this, but of course, she had yet to remove the gag, so my complaints were quite ineffectual. She had taken it upon herself, then, to see that the full terms of my service were to be handled in a different way: I would serve as her historical and archaeological expert on an upcoming expedition to the south-western Wildlands, to help her and her people to study some ruins that were found there, as well as several artifacts that were found within them by an adventuring party who were working to civilize the area.
She said that she had already sent word to Mother regarding this and received a positive response (though I have yet to see such correspondence), and had come to a tentative agreement for an extension of the term should my work prove satisfactory. And, of course, there would be additional requirements that she would have of me, given how she seemed to think that I had offended her and somehow impugned the honor of her son and her family name. I personally feel that she was being most overdramatic in this assertion and had blown it up into something much more than it was, but who am I to argue with someone of her station and power? Who save perhaps the Emperor himself and a handful of nobles would challenge someone of her station? And over a lowly librarian such as myself?
I was in quite the mess, to put it mildly, and certainly, I feel, not of my own making.
But that would not be all, for Armenia then declared that she would continue my own ‘education’ to assist me in future endeavors, to help me learn from my failures (in her mind, I contest) to understand her “dear son’s unique predicament,” as well as expand my knowledge of Yurisaya’s ways. By this time, somewhere in my pleasure-addled brain, I’m certain that I protested this, though I can’t recall if I actually tried to form words to such effect or simply made lustful noises and wiggled in her grasp. It has all become something of a blur in my memory, a deficiency of my own mind that I must try to correct.
She finally stopped teasing me for a few moments then, but only so that she could bring over what I would be wearing for the foreseeable future as her “assistant”; I would learn that such a term, when used by a Yurisayan priestesses, or at least, by her, was possessed of much more responsibility than those which were simply academic. She enacted a magical ritual upon me, tracing a magical rune upon my body with her claw and some mixture she dipped her claw into, forming a magical tattoo just over my pubic mound. This, she said, would help me to better understand her son’s difficulties in dealing with his own lustful nature.
As I couldn’t see the rune she had inscribed upon me, not that I was able to think overly clearly at the time anyway, I was somewhat worried when I felt the magic take hold, felt my body beginning to transform itself. I recall moaning into the ball between my lips as the strange sensation of pleasure and arcane energies coursed through me. I am not sure how long it took to finish, but once it was done, I recalled feeling an unusual weight now resting between my legs, of an unusual throbbing sensation. I was dumbfounded when I looked down to see a sizeable penis and testes hanging there, standing quite erect, my brain simply unable to process it in the moment.
Armenia then began to stroke my new appendage, filling my body with sensations I had never experienced before. And yet, like she had done with my natural anatomy, she quickly had me squirming and moaning, on the edge of a climax I would never experience. I could feel myself dripping, could feel her touch so keenly through this new, sensitive part of my anatomy.
She further added to my plight by slowly and most erotically piercing my nipples, a mix of pleasure and pain that only added to that which I experienced from my…cock. Here she attached a pair of stout golden rings, U-shaped, and set with faintly glowing rubies at the bottom of the U. These, I would shortly discover, would vibrate through some control device she possessed, and would serve to keep me constantly on edge. She placed a collar about my neck as well, heavy and golden, set with a similar ruby at the neck, which sealed with a click that sounded quite ominous in my ears. Though this looked more like a richly designed necklace, it was no doubt a collar.
With these accessories done, she teased my new member some more, driving my pleasure-haze right back to that edge, but then announced there was but one more item to complete my ensemble. Not knowing what it could have been, nor thinking at all clearly at the time, I dazedly watched as she secured a thick, silver ring around the base of my cock and balls, then proceeded to guide a matching silver cage around it, pressing it downward, forcing my erection painfully into the confines of the cage. With a growing sense of erotically-charged horror, I watched helplessly as the cage met the ring, the metals fusing together and growing tighter around my new anatomy.
Armenia then squeezed my testes, flicking the cage, sending an agonizing pleasure through my tightly trapped appendage, then patted my cheek, announcing that she had finished. I would be allowed to “enjoy” my new predicament for a while longer, and then I would be freed of my bonds so that I may clean myself up and don some “appropriate attire”, then rest before we were to set out on our journey on the morrow.
It would prove to be an arduous and long journey, as I will detail in my next entries, though I would learn much of which I had never intended to learn along the way.