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Preface:
Reaching the doorway, the doors lock was easily disarmed, allowing the door to swing freely inward. Creaking in a low tone, the door swung slowly open. Looking forward, the Heroine moved herself forward, allowing the light from her torch to illuminate the stone walls. Drawing her weapon, she slowly advanced, observing the surfaces of the room for any traps or threats. As the orange torchlight caused shadows to dance among the walls, she saw a bookshelf against a far wall. The books were covered in a thick layer of dust that lifted into the air slightly as the air was disturbed. These volumes hadn’t been interacted with in some time.
Confusion flooded the Heroines gaze as she looked back at her party, who had filed into the room in her wake. The look they exchanged shared the same thing, the tower appeared to be abandoned, and the wizard was no longer there, and hadn’t been for a while. Moving towards a staircase at the edge of the room, she had trouble looking away from the bookshelf, as though it was calling to her to pick up a tome and investigate further. Forcing herself to look away, she ascended the staircase to check the remainder of the tower.
Moving up the tower’s floors, each floor appeared more abandoned and decrepit than the last, with thick layers of dust coating the furniture and ledges. Reaching the final floor, the look almost shocked the Heroine. Unlike the previous floors, this one was completely clean, without a speck of dust to be seen. Bookshelves lined the sides of the room, and two tall windows on the sides of a mural of a tree on the wall.
Entranced by the image, she walked forward. Not looking where she was walking, a stone shifted under her feet, startling her as a switch clicked into place. Hearing stones realign, a section of wall moved aside, leading into a small room which appeared more of a cell than anything. Shining her torch into the dark space, she jumped back and held back a yell. In the corner, leaning against the wall was a skeleton. Draped over its body was a time-faded robe, dust collecting on what appeared to have once been a dark purple fabric. Turning away, the Heroine returned to the remainder of her party on the first floor and let them know of her findings. It was obvious that the wizard had been deceased and appeared to have been trapped for quite a long time.
As they pondered what might have happened, the Heroine heard the call in her mind from the bookshelf on the first floor once more. Moving towards the shelf as though entranced, she browsed the titles layering the shelf. Reaching for one, she heard the voice whisper, getting louder as she moved her finger along the bindings. Reaching a large tome with a dark binding, the voice asked her to remove the book. Dust fell from the book as she removed it and set it onto an open spot on the shelf. She slowly opened the book, feeling the text flow through her mind like a spell. Speaking words that were not her own, she chanted an incantation and felt energy move through her body, as the spell cast itself. The book shone in a bright light that illuminated the room. The light quickly turned from a bright white into a sinister red that chilled to the bone. Smoke flowed from the book and moved swiftly into the center of the room, forming into a figure.
Yellow eyes fixated on the Heroine, locking her in it’s gaze as it spoke in a deep, otherworldly voice that spoke directly to her mind, and she saw its thoughts. That it had been trapped in the book by the wizard as a final act of defiance. This being was true evil, knowing nothing but torment and suffering. Released from its eternal prison, the creature’s lust to perform acts of suffering against the world overwhelmed her mind. Realizing this, her thoughts were filled with regret and cries, pleading for any chance to fix this. At this moment, the thoughts were silent as the creature proposed a deal. The Heroine would enter the creature’s realm and remain there, and in return the creature would remove their presence from the earth. The Heroine realized that this would mean her life and soul in exchange for the lives of everyone else. She sensed how powerful this being was and was unable to conjure the idea of what it was capable of and accepted the deal.
Dark laughter erupted from the room, and the last thing the Heroine saw was the panicked eyes from her party members as she felt herself become consumed and lose consciousness.
Jolting awake, the Heroine found herself lying on a stone floor, the cold piercing her skin, into her bones. Her armor had been removed, and replaced by a simple white robe, soft as the finest silks. Standing up, she saw that there was a hallway with a flickering light coming from it. Walking towards the room, she observed a large fireplace against the wall and large portraits on the walls. These lined the room until they stopped. The final portrait in this line was a man with a large beard, and a robe donned his shoulders that was made from a fine purple fabric. Though she had never seen this man before, she couldn’t help but find an uncanny resemblance to a recent memory. Dismissing the thought, she observed a large armchair before the fireplace. A figure sat in it, and though it hadn’t spoken, she sensed it’s been aware of her since awakening.
“Please approach, I won’t harm you…” A man’s voice came from the space, speaking smoothly with dark undertones.
Slowly moving around the chair, the Heroine observed this being for the first time. Almost humanoid, besides having eyes that glowed yellow at the iris and a black, shattered halo that floated over his head. His gaze pierced her, and he spoke again. “This is a part of my realm, where you will be remaining with me… for me. You should know, I don’t wish to harm you by any physical means. But I will slowly drive you insane, then allow you to recover, over, and over again. This will be your suffering, never ending waves of pleasure, only to be snatched up and denied until you beg for more.” A devilish grin spread across his face, enjoying planting ideas into her mind as it spread into gardens of thoughts. He knew her every weakness and every corner of her mind and fully intended on using it to his advantage. Never ending suffering that would make her come crawling back every time for more. Placing a hand against her side and giving a light squeeze, the Heroine shifted away, a small smile forming on her face in anticipation. She imagined the things he was going to do to her, forcing her into submission making her beg for it. A never-ending Hell of pleasure and torture.
Part 1:
His fingers danced over her body, causing her to shake and laugh uncontrollably as she sat against his chair. The flickering light from the fire cast dark shadows against the white dress as it shifted with her movement. As the Heroine jumped and laughed from his touch, the being spoke.
“You have been transported and bound to my domain, I commanded you to state your name, and yet you resist. I will ask again: what is your name?” The tickling slowed, allowing the Heroine to catch her breath and speak.
“I am called Amber, Holder of the Divine Blade, and once people know of where I am, they will come and rescue me you foul being.”
“Oh? You really think so? You think anyone can enter this domain, the realm of Aster, the demon that once wreaked havoc and destruction on Tera, the realm of the living? Think again, this place was specially crafted as my prison. The entrance was sealed once more with the acceptance of my contract, and now you are trapped for eternity with me.”
A devious look spread over Aster’s face as he looked deep into Amber’s eyes, causing her to shiver, despite the warmth emanating from the nearby fire. As if Aster could read her thoughts, he answered the questions that came to her mind.
“I have no intention of harming you. Your body will not sustain any physical damage. I will sustain my desire for suffering in other ways from you, I will control you, make you submit to my command and will.” As he spoke his hands reached around Amber’s waist and pulled her close into his lap. His face lit up in the dim light, allowing her to see his features more clearly, a chiseled face and short black hair.
Aster reached around Amber with one arm and trapped her. With his opposite hand he started lightly tickling Amber’s side, the feeling sending her into an instant giggle and attempting to move away. This was to no avail as Aster’s arm kept her locked tight against his body. His fingers danced and moved with swiftness, not allowing Amber to guess where he would strike next. He moved his hand from lightly tickling her sides to giving her ribs small squeezes, causing Amber to jerk around against his hold.
“This is your first punishment, when I give a command, you obey. Do you understand?”
Through her laughter, Amber managed to give out the broken words that formed an agreement to Aster’s terms.
“Good girl, now be sure to remember this well. I will make sure to punish to much greater degrees in the future.”
Aster continued to squeeze Amber’s ribs, slowly moving from one spot to another, causing new reactions with every motion against her slender body. Reaching around Amber’s waist, he moved his hand down her calf and grasped her foot. Aster gave Amber a command, telling her to keep her foot still. Aster started by running a single finger down the arch, causing Amber to giggle but resist shifting her foot away, despite the sensation burning against the nerve endings. Aster stepped up his attack and used the nail on his index finger to lightly scratch above the ball of the foot, just below the toes. Amber gave out a hearty laugh and her foot jerked away from his tickling touch.
“Naughty girl, I commanded you to stay still, did I not?” His voice was dark, giving off a slight hint of teasing as he looked Amber in the eyes. “Now I’m going to punish you.”
Slowly lifting his hand, Aster summoned small black tendrils pulsing with magical energy. They emerged from the base of the chair and wrapped themselves around Amber’s ankles, securing them into place. They felt warm against her skin, and were comfortable, as though they were made from luxury fabric from the king’s wardrobe. Amber tried fighting her new restraints, but they held firm, perfectly forming around her ankles and perfectly holding them softly against the chair.
Aster gave off a sinister grin as his hand released its grip on Amber’s waist and began working its way around towards her other foot. Amber tensed, preparing for him to attack her vulnerable, sensitive feet. But his attack didn’t come, instead she looked at his face as he studied her movement and body language, as if he was planning for the perfect moment to catch her by surprise.
A small amount of time passed, and Amber’s mind began to wander away from her current situation. She wondered about her friends, and if they had any clue about what occurred and what had happened in that tower. As she pondered this, she was unaware of Aster shifting his gaze away from her face, moving towards his arms. At this time, he struck, quickly moving his fingers against her soles with light, swiping motions. This caused Amber to jump up as much as the restraints would allow and shrieked, the sensation shooting from her feet throughout her body. Completely unprepared, she had no resistance to his touch and quickly began begging for him to stop in between bouts of laughter that occupied most of the breath in her lungs. Opening her eyes, she looked at Aster, his yellow eyes glowing with a look of playfulness and teasing as she laughed and jerked in the restraints.
“What did you do?” Aster asked.
Barely able to articulate words, Amber attempted to speak: “I DISOBEYED YOUR COMMAND!”
“And how did you disobey my command?”
“I MOVED MY FOOT AWAY WHEN YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!”
“Maybe I will, or maybe I will continue for a bit longer, allowing you to fully remember why you don’t disobey my commands” Aster spoke this smooth and slowly. “And in this world, I don’t believe in mercy, only punishment and torment.”
Continuing his assault on Amber’s feet, Aster moved his focus down and dug into the spot underneath her toes, causing a new wave of shrieking laughter from Amber’s lungs and more severe jerking. Then Aster stopped, the suddenness of it causing Amber to lurch forward into Aster’s grasp, gasping for air. Aster waved his hand, and the tendrils released their grasp on Amber’s ankles, leaving them as with no visible marks, as though they were never there. Amber collapsed, her energy completely sapped, unable to move. Aster looked at her exhausted as he held onto her, his eyes shone with wonder and lust. Wishing to torment his subject more but knowing that patience would pay off in the long run. Shifting his weight, he lifted Amber and carried her into the next room over and placed her onto a bed.
He knew she would obey, but he wanted to take his time breaking down her resistance. This was only a game in Aster’s domain, where he was no longer a demon, but a god, not limited by the laws of reality within this realm. This had satisfied him in the past, but there was one thing he could not put into this world, and Amber was his solution to it. The key to everything that would allow his true power and imagination to flourish to new levels he had only been able to grasp previously. A wicked grin spread across his face, knowing the first step in his plan was in place. And the remaining puzzle pieces would fall into place in due time…
Reaching the doorway, the doors lock was easily disarmed, allowing the door to swing freely inward. Creaking in a low tone, the door swung slowly open. Looking forward, the Heroine moved herself forward, allowing the light from her torch to illuminate the stone walls. Drawing her weapon, she slowly advanced, observing the surfaces of the room for any traps or threats. As the orange torchlight caused shadows to dance among the walls, she saw a bookshelf against a far wall. The books were covered in a thick layer of dust that lifted into the air slightly as the air was disturbed. These volumes hadn’t been interacted with in some time.
Confusion flooded the Heroines gaze as she looked back at her party, who had filed into the room in her wake. The look they exchanged shared the same thing, the tower appeared to be abandoned, and the wizard was no longer there, and hadn’t been for a while. Moving towards a staircase at the edge of the room, she had trouble looking away from the bookshelf, as though it was calling to her to pick up a tome and investigate further. Forcing herself to look away, she ascended the staircase to check the remainder of the tower.
Moving up the tower’s floors, each floor appeared more abandoned and decrepit than the last, with thick layers of dust coating the furniture and ledges. Reaching the final floor, the look almost shocked the Heroine. Unlike the previous floors, this one was completely clean, without a speck of dust to be seen. Bookshelves lined the sides of the room, and two tall windows on the sides of a mural of a tree on the wall.
Entranced by the image, she walked forward. Not looking where she was walking, a stone shifted under her feet, startling her as a switch clicked into place. Hearing stones realign, a section of wall moved aside, leading into a small room which appeared more of a cell than anything. Shining her torch into the dark space, she jumped back and held back a yell. In the corner, leaning against the wall was a skeleton. Draped over its body was a time-faded robe, dust collecting on what appeared to have once been a dark purple fabric. Turning away, the Heroine returned to the remainder of her party on the first floor and let them know of her findings. It was obvious that the wizard had been deceased and appeared to have been trapped for quite a long time.
As they pondered what might have happened, the Heroine heard the call in her mind from the bookshelf on the first floor once more. Moving towards the shelf as though entranced, she browsed the titles layering the shelf. Reaching for one, she heard the voice whisper, getting louder as she moved her finger along the bindings. Reaching a large tome with a dark binding, the voice asked her to remove the book. Dust fell from the book as she removed it and set it onto an open spot on the shelf. She slowly opened the book, feeling the text flow through her mind like a spell. Speaking words that were not her own, she chanted an incantation and felt energy move through her body, as the spell cast itself. The book shone in a bright light that illuminated the room. The light quickly turned from a bright white into a sinister red that chilled to the bone. Smoke flowed from the book and moved swiftly into the center of the room, forming into a figure.
Yellow eyes fixated on the Heroine, locking her in it’s gaze as it spoke in a deep, otherworldly voice that spoke directly to her mind, and she saw its thoughts. That it had been trapped in the book by the wizard as a final act of defiance. This being was true evil, knowing nothing but torment and suffering. Released from its eternal prison, the creature’s lust to perform acts of suffering against the world overwhelmed her mind. Realizing this, her thoughts were filled with regret and cries, pleading for any chance to fix this. At this moment, the thoughts were silent as the creature proposed a deal. The Heroine would enter the creature’s realm and remain there, and in return the creature would remove their presence from the earth. The Heroine realized that this would mean her life and soul in exchange for the lives of everyone else. She sensed how powerful this being was and was unable to conjure the idea of what it was capable of and accepted the deal.
Dark laughter erupted from the room, and the last thing the Heroine saw was the panicked eyes from her party members as she felt herself become consumed and lose consciousness.
Jolting awake, the Heroine found herself lying on a stone floor, the cold piercing her skin, into her bones. Her armor had been removed, and replaced by a simple white robe, soft as the finest silks. Standing up, she saw that there was a hallway with a flickering light coming from it. Walking towards the room, she observed a large fireplace against the wall and large portraits on the walls. These lined the room until they stopped. The final portrait in this line was a man with a large beard, and a robe donned his shoulders that was made from a fine purple fabric. Though she had never seen this man before, she couldn’t help but find an uncanny resemblance to a recent memory. Dismissing the thought, she observed a large armchair before the fireplace. A figure sat in it, and though it hadn’t spoken, she sensed it’s been aware of her since awakening.
“Please approach, I won’t harm you…” A man’s voice came from the space, speaking smoothly with dark undertones.
Slowly moving around the chair, the Heroine observed this being for the first time. Almost humanoid, besides having eyes that glowed yellow at the iris and a black, shattered halo that floated over his head. His gaze pierced her, and he spoke again. “This is a part of my realm, where you will be remaining with me… for me. You should know, I don’t wish to harm you by any physical means. But I will slowly drive you insane, then allow you to recover, over, and over again. This will be your suffering, never ending waves of pleasure, only to be snatched up and denied until you beg for more.” A devilish grin spread across his face, enjoying planting ideas into her mind as it spread into gardens of thoughts. He knew her every weakness and every corner of her mind and fully intended on using it to his advantage. Never ending suffering that would make her come crawling back every time for more. Placing a hand against her side and giving a light squeeze, the Heroine shifted away, a small smile forming on her face in anticipation. She imagined the things he was going to do to her, forcing her into submission making her beg for it. A never-ending Hell of pleasure and torture.
Part 1:
His fingers danced over her body, causing her to shake and laugh uncontrollably as she sat against his chair. The flickering light from the fire cast dark shadows against the white dress as it shifted with her movement. As the Heroine jumped and laughed from his touch, the being spoke.
“You have been transported and bound to my domain, I commanded you to state your name, and yet you resist. I will ask again: what is your name?” The tickling slowed, allowing the Heroine to catch her breath and speak.
“I am called Amber, Holder of the Divine Blade, and once people know of where I am, they will come and rescue me you foul being.”
“Oh? You really think so? You think anyone can enter this domain, the realm of Aster, the demon that once wreaked havoc and destruction on Tera, the realm of the living? Think again, this place was specially crafted as my prison. The entrance was sealed once more with the acceptance of my contract, and now you are trapped for eternity with me.”
A devious look spread over Aster’s face as he looked deep into Amber’s eyes, causing her to shiver, despite the warmth emanating from the nearby fire. As if Aster could read her thoughts, he answered the questions that came to her mind.
“I have no intention of harming you. Your body will not sustain any physical damage. I will sustain my desire for suffering in other ways from you, I will control you, make you submit to my command and will.” As he spoke his hands reached around Amber’s waist and pulled her close into his lap. His face lit up in the dim light, allowing her to see his features more clearly, a chiseled face and short black hair.
Aster reached around Amber with one arm and trapped her. With his opposite hand he started lightly tickling Amber’s side, the feeling sending her into an instant giggle and attempting to move away. This was to no avail as Aster’s arm kept her locked tight against his body. His fingers danced and moved with swiftness, not allowing Amber to guess where he would strike next. He moved his hand from lightly tickling her sides to giving her ribs small squeezes, causing Amber to jerk around against his hold.
“This is your first punishment, when I give a command, you obey. Do you understand?”
Through her laughter, Amber managed to give out the broken words that formed an agreement to Aster’s terms.
“Good girl, now be sure to remember this well. I will make sure to punish to much greater degrees in the future.”
Aster continued to squeeze Amber’s ribs, slowly moving from one spot to another, causing new reactions with every motion against her slender body. Reaching around Amber’s waist, he moved his hand down her calf and grasped her foot. Aster gave Amber a command, telling her to keep her foot still. Aster started by running a single finger down the arch, causing Amber to giggle but resist shifting her foot away, despite the sensation burning against the nerve endings. Aster stepped up his attack and used the nail on his index finger to lightly scratch above the ball of the foot, just below the toes. Amber gave out a hearty laugh and her foot jerked away from his tickling touch.
“Naughty girl, I commanded you to stay still, did I not?” His voice was dark, giving off a slight hint of teasing as he looked Amber in the eyes. “Now I’m going to punish you.”
Slowly lifting his hand, Aster summoned small black tendrils pulsing with magical energy. They emerged from the base of the chair and wrapped themselves around Amber’s ankles, securing them into place. They felt warm against her skin, and were comfortable, as though they were made from luxury fabric from the king’s wardrobe. Amber tried fighting her new restraints, but they held firm, perfectly forming around her ankles and perfectly holding them softly against the chair.
Aster gave off a sinister grin as his hand released its grip on Amber’s waist and began working its way around towards her other foot. Amber tensed, preparing for him to attack her vulnerable, sensitive feet. But his attack didn’t come, instead she looked at his face as he studied her movement and body language, as if he was planning for the perfect moment to catch her by surprise.
A small amount of time passed, and Amber’s mind began to wander away from her current situation. She wondered about her friends, and if they had any clue about what occurred and what had happened in that tower. As she pondered this, she was unaware of Aster shifting his gaze away from her face, moving towards his arms. At this time, he struck, quickly moving his fingers against her soles with light, swiping motions. This caused Amber to jump up as much as the restraints would allow and shrieked, the sensation shooting from her feet throughout her body. Completely unprepared, she had no resistance to his touch and quickly began begging for him to stop in between bouts of laughter that occupied most of the breath in her lungs. Opening her eyes, she looked at Aster, his yellow eyes glowing with a look of playfulness and teasing as she laughed and jerked in the restraints.
“What did you do?” Aster asked.
Barely able to articulate words, Amber attempted to speak: “I DISOBEYED YOUR COMMAND!”
“And how did you disobey my command?”
“I MOVED MY FOOT AWAY WHEN YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!”
“Maybe I will, or maybe I will continue for a bit longer, allowing you to fully remember why you don’t disobey my commands” Aster spoke this smooth and slowly. “And in this world, I don’t believe in mercy, only punishment and torment.”
Continuing his assault on Amber’s feet, Aster moved his focus down and dug into the spot underneath her toes, causing a new wave of shrieking laughter from Amber’s lungs and more severe jerking. Then Aster stopped, the suddenness of it causing Amber to lurch forward into Aster’s grasp, gasping for air. Aster waved his hand, and the tendrils released their grasp on Amber’s ankles, leaving them as with no visible marks, as though they were never there. Amber collapsed, her energy completely sapped, unable to move. Aster looked at her exhausted as he held onto her, his eyes shone with wonder and lust. Wishing to torment his subject more but knowing that patience would pay off in the long run. Shifting his weight, he lifted Amber and carried her into the next room over and placed her onto a bed.
He knew she would obey, but he wanted to take his time breaking down her resistance. This was only a game in Aster’s domain, where he was no longer a demon, but a god, not limited by the laws of reality within this realm. This had satisfied him in the past, but there was one thing he could not put into this world, and Amber was his solution to it. The key to everything that would allow his true power and imagination to flourish to new levels he had only been able to grasp previously. A wicked grin spread across his face, knowing the first step in his plan was in place. And the remaining puzzle pieces would fall into place in due time…
