The Battered Lamp Ch. 10

"Oh, my," Britney growled, pumping away. "You like my cock inside you?"

"No," moaned Phillipa.

"You love it. Do not lie to me!"

"I'm not," she gasped.

"Then why are you so wet?"

"I-I don't know."

Britney pumped faster, her groin smacking into Phillipa's cute rear. She licked her prize's ear, and whispered, "You love the pain. I could sense it back at the cabin. You want to be used and abused, made to be someone's bitch!"

"No! I'm not like that!" she protested even as her pussy squeezed in delight about Britney's thrusting cock.

Britney wormed her hand beneath the bound girl and found one of her nipple clamps. She pulled on the nipple. Phillipa gasped in pain. Her cunt tightened about Britney's cock. So wonderful. Britney kept pulling, taking delight in her moans of pain and pleasure, and the wonderful sensation of tight pussy squeezing on her pumping shaft.

"You are a pain slut," Britney hissed. "My pain slut. My Prize!"

"I'm not," Phillipa gasped. "Please, you're hurting me."

"You love it, pain slut!"

"No!"

Britney nipped Philippa's ear, pounding harder at her wonderfully tight cunt. Britney loved this bound girl. It was the nature of her species, and if she could break Phillipa and bend her fully to her will, Britney would have a wonderful mate for the rest of her life.

She tugged harder on the nipple clamp. "Just admit how much the pain is driving your pussy crazy."

"It's not. Oh, no! I'm not like..." Phillipa's words trailed off into a gasping moan, her cunt spasming around Britney's cock.

"That's it," Britney hissed. "Cum on my cock, pain slut!"

"Oh, god," Phillipa gasped, then collapsed.

"Good. That's a good Prize!"

Britney sped up her thrusts, her orgasms building in the depths of her womb. She allowed herself to fully revel in the bound girl's pussy, savoring the muscles rippling about her dick, the wet warmth hugging her, and the wonderfully tart scent on her hot cunt.

"Oh, yes! Here it comes! I am going to plant my baby in your belly. I cannot wait until your stomach is wide and round with our daughter!"

Britney buried into her prize and flooded her cunt with all her built up semen, gasping and savoring every last second of her first orgasm inside a woman's pussy. She thrust again, making sure every last drop squeezed out.

"Mmm, that was wonderful," she purred.

"You said you'd take them off, Mistress," Phillipa whimpered. "Please."

"I did." Britney pulled out and flipped her over. "I am told it hurts even more when they come off as the blood flows back into them."

She pulled the first one off. Phillipa howled and Britney savored those delightful yells. Then she removed the second one. She flipped her prize onto her belly, walking back to her S&M supplies. She grabbed the butt plug and wandered back to the bed.

She didn't warn the witch and just shoved it up her ass. Phillipa's gasping moans was music to her ears. "I need you ready for my cock back there," Britney whispered. "I am going to possess every part of you."

"Please, Mistress," Phillipa moaned. "I've never had anything up there before."

"Good," Britney purred as she shoved the ball gag into her mouth, securing it behind her head, then she turned the lights out and curled up to her prize. "I love you," she whispered and fell asleep to Phillipa's muffled moans of frustrated desire.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

His mother gave him one last glare before the EMT slammed the ambulance door. Fatima was inside, being rushed to the hospital, and Kyle's mom was riding along with Fatima, clutching her unconscious daughter's hands.

When they walked into the house, his mom had been livid, standing in the wreckage of the door Britney had kicked in. "Kyle, you are--" She saw Fatima and a scream ripped from her throat.

While waiting for the ambulance, she screamed at Kyle for getting Fatima hurt, for stealing her car, and for the bullshit--her exact word--lie about Aaliyah being kidnapped by a coven of witches.

"It'll be better in the morning," Aaliyah whispered, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Master," Shannon, one of his concubines, sighed. "We tried to convince her it was an emergency, but we didn't know how to tell her...about everything."

The other concubines--Alexina, Carla, and Chyna who belonged to Kyle, and Anne and Kayleah who belonged to Fatima--nodded. Anne and Kayleah looked particularly miserable since it was their mistress on her way to the hospital.

"Yeah," Kyle sighed. "I'm so tired. Everything's just gone wrong."

"You saved me," Aaliyah whispered.

"Yeah. It only cost me my sister."

Aaliyah flinched.

"Shit. I'm sorry. That came out wrong. I'm not sorry I rescued you."

"It's okay, Kyle. Come on, let's go upstairs. It'll seem better in the morning."

"No, I have to do something first." He pulled out his cell phone.

"Pierce County Sheriff's office, how may I help you?" a woman answered.

"Yeah, my mother-in-law's car was stolen," Kyle said.

"And what is the license plate."

He told her, surprised he could remember it, and she read back the color, make, and model.

"That's it," he agreed."

"When was it stolen?"

"I don't know when. It was parked out front of the house when I got home from college around three-thirty. And now it's missing."

"Does your mother-in-law owe any money on the car?"

"No?" he frowned. "Why does that matter?"

"If you owed money and were late on payments, your car could have been repossessed."

"No, it was paid off."

"Okay. A detective will get back to you in a day or so. We can reach you or Faiza at this number?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

Kyle and his harem trooped upstairs to the expended space that was his bedroom. It was almost as large as the rest of the house, with rooms for Fatima, Aaliyah, Christy, and Fumi, plus the concubines each had their own tiny rooms, and there was Kyle's large bedroom with the largest bed he had ever seen. His concubines all fell upon it.

"It seems bigger," Kyle said, glancing at Aaliyah.

"I think we all want to be with you tonight," his wife smiled.

He glanced at the six concubines all disrobing. "I'm not sure I'm up to that much debauchery tonight."

"Of course not," Aaliyah whispered. "We just want to be close to you, right ladies?"

A chorus of yeses and yeahs answered his wife.

It was sweet, and Kyle felt a smile ghost on his lips for a moment. He pulled his shirt off and it vanished before the grimy shirt could hit the floor--Aaliyah's work. He unbuttoned his pants and paper crinkled.

Christy's letter.

Swallowing, he pulled it out and opened it.

To my love, Kyle

I have grievously wronged you, Aaliyah, and Fatima with my actions. I know there is no taking back the crimes I have committed. I was confused and jealous and didn't tell you the problems I was going through. These aren't excuses. I made a bad choice, and now I have to live with the consequences.

I loved you so much that I ended up losing you. I didn't even try to understand this new relationship you had forged with your other wives and wished to share with me. I was selfish and wanted you all to myself. I can never forgive myself the mistakes I've made. Hopefully it is not too late to save Aaliyah. Either way, this is the end for our journey together.

I have made a pact with Hecate that I must break free of, and I may not survive the attempt. Either way, I will not be returning. I will not intrude on your joy or grief. Know that I will always love you, Kyle, and I hope one day you can forgive me, though I doubt I can ever forgive myself.

Your wife forever,

Christy

The damn broke inside Kyle. Tears flowed. "How did this happen?" he sobbed. "Yesterday I woke up with four women I loved, and now only one remains."

"Christy isn't coming back?" Aaliyah asked gently.

"She thinks I hate her. That I can't forgive her." He looked at Aaliyah. "Do you forgive her?"

"I...understand her," she answered. "But..."

Kyle laughed. "Of course. She betrayed you, betrayed me. So why can't I stop loving her? Why can't I just hate her?"

"The heart is never simple, Master," Chyna whispered, sitting on the other side of Kyle and resting her head on his shoulder. "You can't help whom you love."

"Would you hate me if I wished her back?"

"No, my husband," Aaliyah answered. "I would do it for you."

"And could you share your bed with her? Or would you be at her throat for her betrayal?"

"I don't know. She hurt me. They hurt me." She turned her head away. "Maybe my heart will heal in time."

"I guess I can't ask for anything more," he sighed, then cupped her cheek. "You're the only wife I have left. We're going to have to be careful."

She touched his cheek. "You will be protecting me."

He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her lithe form against his chest. Her lips found his, soft and soothing, and his grief receded in his wife's embrace. She pulled him down atop her, spreading out beneath him, her kisses growing more heated. Chyna nuzzled their side, her hand tracing the muscles of his back while her lips caressed his shoulder. Alexina slid in on the other side, pressing her petite body against them.

A hand grasped his cock--Alexina's--and she guided him to Aaliyah's sheath. He penetrated his Genie wife. She moaned into his lips, writhing her hips against his thrusts. Nothing mattered but his wife and his concubines. All of the grief could wait for morning; tonight he was going to celebrate the one good thing that had happened.

He had saved Aaliyah.

"Make love to her, Master," purred Chyna. "You two are so beautiful together."

Alexina's hand cupped his balls as he pumped slowly into his wife. "We love you both," Alexina whispered. Her thighs wrapped around his leg, her wet pussy and damp pubis rubbed against him.

"We are so glad you're back," purred Shannon. The bed dipped, and someone crawled up behind him. A tongue licked at his shaft where it merged with Aaliyah's sheath.

"You'll always have us," Carla declared, and he felt her push in beside Shannon, her lips kissing the cheeks of his ass, her tongue moving around between his butt cheeks, and then he groaned as she rimmed his asshole.

"Immortality awaits them all," Aaliyah crooned, "when you take the Sultanate and rule the Djinn."

"Sounds heavenly," Chyna moaned, her mouth teasing his ear.

Kyle pumped faster, tongues licking him everywhere, hands running across his skin, and Aaliyah writhed wet and lithe beneath him. Chyna's large breasts floated before him, heavy and wonderful. He sucked her fat nipple into his mouth and Aaliyah engulfed the other.

"Oh, Master, Mistress," gasped Chyna.

Carla's tongue worked his ass, spurring him to fuck Aaliyah harder and harder as his orgasm built inside. Alexina's hands massaged his balls, frothing his cum. The pressure grew and grew; his body tensed as the moment neared. He sucked hard on Chyna's nipple, burying his cock into Aaliyah's pussy, and flooded her with his semen.

"Oh, Kyle," Aaliyah moaned. "Share your love with me."

He drew back and drove into her again, another spurt of cum flooding her. He groaned around the nipple in his mouth, and drove in one last time, crushing his groin against her hard clit. A low, throaty moan escaped his wife's lips, and she shuddered beneath him.

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted. "Oh, thank you, my husband."

He released Chyna's nipple, leaned down and kissed his wife.

Surrounded by feminine delights, Kyle closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The man called Burke had the witch's scent.

Something had gone very wrong tonight. The cabin was a complete mess, and Celestite and three of her witches were dead. He needed to know what had happened. He had quickly found one scent leading off alone into the woods full of feminine fear.

He loped through the woods, moving easily in the form of a wolf. He loved the freedom of assuming his totem's form. Shaman magic had its place, though not as powerful as witchcraft, you could not assume an animals form through any invocation.

Whomever had fled into the woods was lost, traveling in circles and that made the task more difficult. Her scent kept crossing itself, and that made it harder to choose the right direction. He may have the senses of a wolf, but not the instinctive knowledge they had at scent processing. It didn't matter, she wasn't moving fast, and he quickly found her huddled on a log, crying.

She screamed when he padded up and fled. He leaped, tackling her to the ground, biting her with his teeth, not hard enough to penetrate her skin, but enough to keep her from running. He needed answers, not a corpse.

He let himself change, his body growing fluid as bones, skin, organs, and muscles reshaped themselves until he lay atop her, naked and hard, excited by the way she trembled beneath him. He flipped her over and her eyes widened.

"Dean Burke?" gasped Tourmaline, her coven name. Her real name was Sable Purcell, sophomore at Rogers College.

"Yes," he smiled, spreading her thighs. The mask of the Dean of Rogers College wasn't his true identity. He didn't mind revealing it to the confused witch. She was naked and, even smeared with dirt, she was lovely with her Mediterranean coloring and long, black hair. He had fucked her before, but always when she was under Celestite's trance.

He shoved his dick into her, savoring her youth. A gasp escaped her lips, and she struggled beneath him. So wonderful. He loved it when a woman resisted. He pinned her arms down, thrusting slowly, and licked the tear that leaked out of her eyes.

"What happened tonight?" he demanded.

"What?" she gasped.

"Celestite, Onyx, Garnet, and Opal are all dead," he growled, thrusting harder.

"Why are you doing this, Dean?" she moaned, her pussy hot around his cock.

"Answer me! What happened tonight? Why is Celestite dead?"

"How do you know that name?"

"She's part of my coven," he growled.

She blinked in confusion. "What?"

"Where did you think she learned magic," he growled. "I broke her, molded her, and gifted her with power. And I can give it to you."

A hungry look blossomed in her eyes. "You can give me the power to kill Christy?"

"Amber?" he asked, using her coven name.

"Yes."

"I can." So Amber betrayed us. Love ever makes women weak.

"Then I'm yours, Master," she whispered, and then her hips started moving. "Kyle came. He had weapons. So I unleashed a Maniae. And it was going fine, but Christy showed up and wrenched it out of my control and put it to sleep."

"Then she'll have to pay for her treachery," he promised. "Hecate, dark goddess of magic, I accept Tourmaline into my coven. Do you swear to obey me?"

"I do," she panted

Power flooded her, far more than she had accessed beneath Celestite's tutelage.

"Yes!" she screamed, cumming on his cock. "Give it all to me!"

He grunted and grabbed her nipple, twisting hard. She screamed.

He came.

"Let's go," he growled, standing up.

He led Tourmaline back to his car, tossing her a blanket from his trunk while he dressed. His phone rang. "Hello," he said, slipping into his friendly dean role.

"Sorry to call so late," Faiza said.

He grinned. Kyle's mother was the perfect tool to get back at the little bastard. "I was up anyways," he answered. "What's wrong?"

"How did you know?"

"You wouldn't be calling me this late if everything was fine."

"Right. I'm at the hospital. Something happened to my daughter, and...well, Kyle..." She gave an exhausted sigh. "I can't make our date tomorrow. How about we reschedule for next week? Maybe things will have calmed down."

"We don't have to," he answered, playing the nice guy card. Patience was needed at this critical moment. He could not afford to alert Kyle to the threat he posed until he was certain he could destroy the youth. Ms. Franklin had rushed and paid dearly for that mistake.

"No, no. I promised you a date." She sighed again. "I need a break from all of this. It might just be the thing to take my mind off everything."

"I know just how to make you forget," he grinned, his cock hardening at all the possibilities he could have with her.

To be continued...