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She walked to the wall of the flails and pulled one down, the many lashes made of red leather, and turned to face the Dean. "Is this what I'm going to whip your back with while you pleasure me?" she purred.
He laughed, picking up two metal bands from a table. "I had these made just for you, Lexie," he grinned, hungry like a desert jackal. "I was going to give them to you on Monday, but here you are."
She glanced at the bands and a certain horror filled her--they were Djinn manacles. "Sorcerer," she hissed.
"Ifrit. I recognized you the moment you walked into my office last Monday. Drop your illusion and let me see your true beauty."
She hissed, drawing on her fire, the air rippling around her, melting away her illusion and revealing her lush, dusky beauty. She gathered the heat in her hand, then hurled the ball of fire at him, screaming in fear.
The ball of fire burned briefly then snuffed out.
"This is my territory." He strode towards her. "You have walked into the cage, Ifrit."
She curled her lips, shifting her weight, the flail in her hand. The room may be warded to drain any foreign powers, but she wasn't a helpless Jann. She knew how to fight. She slashed the flail at his face, the leather straps hissing through the air.
Surprise widened his eyes. He jerked his arm up, the sleeve of the black robe catching the flail. His grunt of pain was satisfying. "I am Zaritha, servant of Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid. You think to duel with me? I have walked this earth before your ancestors were even born!"
She drew back the flail, slamming it down at his face. He chanted, a muttered prayer to Hecate and a disk of silver flared, deflecting her weapon. Then his hand shot forward as quick as a snake. He seized her about the throat, fingers digging into her flesh.
"I do so love fight in my women," he grinned. "Pity I have to manacle you."
She tried to transform into a pillar of fire and consume his hands. The fire burned inside her and she opened herself up to her transformation.
"Hecate, trap this spirit of fire and smoke in her flesh!" he chanted.
The fire died inside of her. She did not change.
Steel clapped over her right hand. "No!" she howled. He was stronger than Zaritha without her fire. "I serve the Sultan. You do not want him for an enemy."
"Rashid will not care," Burke grinned. "I'll take care of that Jann slut for him. I have been searching for her for so long. You did a thorough job in losing her, Zaritha. I really have to thank you for that storm."
How did he know about--
The second bracer clanked over her left hand, binding her to the sorcerer. Tears ran down her cheeks as he let her go. She wanted to hurl herself at him and claw out his throat and tear out his eyes. But she couldn't. He was her Master. The greatest crime a mortal could commit against a Djinn was to bind one to his will.
"I love your tears." She shuddered. He took the flail from her. "A woman is at her most beautiful when she weeps and howls. Undress."
The manacles compelled her to obey. "Yes, Master."
Her hands shaking, she unbuttoned her blouse, her round, dusky breasts revealed to his hungry gaze.
"I have a task for you." The flail hissed and slapped into her belly as her skirt dropped to the ground. Strips of pain burned, red welts rising across her flesh.
"Yes, Master," she gasped.
Crack! Pain exploded as the flail whipped her breasts.
"A woman named Fumi is traveling to Japan. She has an artifact. I want it."
Crack! "Yes!" she screamed. "And the woman?"
"Kill her."
"Your will, Master."
His robe dropped, his cock pointing hard at her. "Such beauty." She flinched as the flail raised again.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
onecuriousreader2 months agoa fair warning about this story.. this main character is a wimpy and willing cuckhold who enjoys seeing another man who hates him, cum in the mouth of the woman he is on a date with.. and is willing to share is women with other men just to keep them ( because he loves them more than he respects himself ).. he is the worst cuck.. an emotionally driven limp dicked simp under the authors facade of being strong and dominant. this story is another of these submissive male power fantasies. but if you are into being cock caged with something hard in your ass to fuck out any form of masculinity.. then this is the story for you.
MADDOGINTEXASabout 2 years agoHave to agree with other 2 comments...story is really getting out-of-hand, all the sex in the open, and nobody caring about it. I am all for voyeurism and being an exhibitionist, but Kyle has to learn to control his urges...all this around him-friends, classmates, professors...gotta think he is an ASSHOLE (even with the spells concealing them while they fuck...)
Detective Donnar...I see him as possible being an ally at some point...
Zaritha...meh...will see where she ends up...
Fumi and Christy are going to come out alright...too much "good" and positivity working for them!
**5**Stars...only because I like the fantasy...I know the story has 33 parts...can only hope it gets better...
great loverover 2 years agoThe story has gone to the dogs. I was rating 5 on this story so far, but now it has become terrible. Kyle Unmei has zero redeeming qualities. All of the characters are super flawed at this point of time. What is the objective, the beginning and the end? Help yourself and don't' read after chapter 12.
Anonymousover 2 years agoWe seem to have got to the point, so common in harem stories, where our erstwhile hero Kyle has become seriously unlikeable with no obvious redeeming features. Which is fair enough, but it makes it a bit harder to care about which way this goes.
