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Maleficent's Mate
🕑 Added 2019-07-01 18:24:30 +0000 UTCA peasant girl is kidnapped by the legendary sorceress Maleficent, and enslaved in her isolated castle. Ordinarily this would be a terrible situation, but for whatever reason, Maleficent drives her new pet absolutely wild with lust. Something hardly helped by the witch releasing some of her tension by throat-fucking her to relax.
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“I know you I walked with you once upon a dream.”
The song echoed lazily inside Susan’s mind as she wandered through the forest. The path through the trees was so familiar to her that it took almost no conscious thought for her to follow it, letting her drift along and hum to herself, occasionally singing the lyrics when she managed to remember them.
The light was beginning to fade, thin beams of orange twilight shining through the thick canopy of the forest. She thought for a moment she should quicken her pace, but the soft, ethereal light the forest had been bathed in was extremely pretty, surely it couldn’t be any harm?
“But if I know you, I know what you’ll do.” She sang to herself, hopping lightly over a branch in her path. She stumbled slightly and gasped as her ankle flared with pain. Her arms shot out to catch herself, but instead of colliding with hard, sun-baked earth, she fell against soft, smooth robes.
“You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” A low purr continued. Susan yelped and released the woman’s thighs, dropping heavily to the floor. She rolled onto her back and stared upwards. “Good evening.”
“I… I’m so sorry.” Susan gasped, scrambling to her feet and bowing her head to the older woman. “I was so careless, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all, my dear.” The woman smiled. Susan brushed dirt off her hands and glanced up, freezing as she saw the woman’s face, smiling out at her from under a soft black shawl. She was gorgeous, the most perfect woman Susan had ever seen. She was smitten immediately, her cheeks flushing and the capacity to speak in full sentences rapidly vanishing. The stranger was older than Susan by at least two decades, perhaps in her mid-forties. She was taller and slimmer than Susan, paler too, her skin as white as chalk. Her raven hair was curled elegantly about her head beneath the shawl and her full, soft lips were painted black. Under her silky purple dress, her figure was immaculate, full breasts and wide hips and long, long legs that were enough to make Susan’s knees go weak.
“I… who… you?” she stammered.
“My name is… Marian.” the woman purred, hesitating when speaking her name, not that Susan noticed, she was too bust staring at the woman’s hands and thinking about how wonderful they would feel stroking over her naked, sweaty body. “And who might you be?”
“Uh… Susan.”
“Susan… such a pretty name.” Marian sighed, “Why is a girl as lovely as you wandering the woods alone?”
“I… was just going home.”
“You live near?” Marian smiled. “From the village I assume?”
“Yes.” Susan muttered bitterly.
Marian bowed her head and gently stroked her shoulder, her expression showing her intrigue. “Such a curious answer, my dear.” She cooed, “You don’t enjoy living there?”
Susan shrugged, “It’s just so dull.”
“Well, where I reside things are far more… exciting.” Marian purred, “Please, allow me to invite you for tea.” Susan frowned; her lips pursed. Suddenly the woman seemed a lot less attractive and a lot more dangerous, her tone and her words were enough to set her warning bells ringing.
“I would love to.” She smiled hesitantly. “But I must get back to my father, perhaps some other time?”
The woman’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh, surely you can spare a few minutes?”
“I would, but it’s really quite urgent, see… um, my father has been ill, and I was just running to fetch some herbs to sooth him.” Susan lied.
“I see.” The woman breathed quietly, “I happen to be somewhat of an expert on the ailments of the body, perhaps I could tend to him?”
“No, no I don’t think so.” Susan smiled awkwardly stepping back along the path a few steps. “It was… it was nice meeting you.” She turned and fled, making it all of two strides before she ran into the woman and stumbled backwards, her mind reeling as to how she had moved into her path so quickly. The woman’s smile was, if anything, even wider.
“Well, at least you didn’t wander in without any fight.” She purred before throwing out her hand and enveloping them both in a thick, green mist.
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“M… my lady?” Susan called nervously, holding out a bright white rose to the shadowy figure lounging above her. “I… I’ve completed my tasks in the garden, and… and I thought… perhaps you might like to see my work?” the shadow moved, and a low, bored sigh emanated from the dark throne. Her answer was a single, black-robed leg swinging down from its place atop a knee, and a high-heeled boot clacking against the stone dais.
“Tell me girl, why did I bother bringing you here?” the lady of the house’s voice hissed, her smooth, cruel tones both scaring and exciting the girl. She shifted restlessly on her knees, trying to keep the hand holding the rose from shaking.
“B… because you… needed a gardener?” she offered weakly, her mind settling reproachfully on the past month she’d just spent wading through thickets and brambles trying to clear the castle’s vast gardens as she had been commanded. A gloved hand twitched and the rose erupted into emerald flames. Susan yelped and threw it aside, rubbing her singed fingers.
“I was bored.” The lady growled, “and continue to be. I had hoped you would at least put up some resistance, but you’re so weak-minded you’ve all but submitted to my every whim.”
“Is… isn’t that what you wanted?” Susan whispered.
“Hardly.” The lady sneered, “Most of my guests resist me for months, if not years, and yet you cower at my boots at the most meagre threats after little more than a week.”
“S… sorry, my lady.” Susan whimpered, hanging her head. There was a sharp snarl from the throne and she flinched, averting her eyes as her new mistress stood and stalked down towards her. A black heel appeared, followed by long flowing black robes. A single, gloved hand came down to her chin and tipped her head up to look at her mistress properly.
All throughout the land the legend of the witch, maleficent, was known. How she had terrorised a faraway kingdom, how she had cursed the baby princess and when she was foiled had crept into the forest and vanished, only to emerge leagues away and begin her reign of terror anew. Susan had never truly believed that she was real, that she’d terrorised the land for years before abruptly vanishing. The story her father had told her was that for the first time a curse of the witch’s had been broken without fairy intervention and that the sorceress had taken revenge by kidnapping, defiling and murdering the woman who had insulted her magics, her mother. Looking up at her now, Susan had no doubts that every tale was true.
Maleficent’s face was a pale green, her features cruel, but not without beauty. Her high cheekbones, full lips and long, dark lashes were truly fitting of royalty, and her impressive bust, what could be seen behind her loose robes, certainly didn’t detract from her chilling attraction. Her long, slender legs carried her with confidence as she stalked deliberately around Susan, a single, gloved hand resting atop the girl’s head.
“Your mother was the only woman alive to have broken a curse of mine.” The witch drawled, “For that, I respected her, yes I took and broke and murdered her, but I respected her nonetheless.” Her grip on Susan’s hair tightened sharply, yanking her head up and drawing a squeal of pain from the girl. “You, on the other hand, are utterly normal.” She uttered the last word with unimaginable hatred.
“Please…” Susan whined pathetically, being met with a harsh slap to the cheek for her efforts.
“Not even a single spell spoken, and you crawl on your knees like some mutt.” She continued, “By the goddess, a simple change in form and you were near ready to wander back to this place of your own free will!” The witch paused and let out a soft, cold chuckled, stooping to finger Susan’s pale chin. “Very well, as it seems humiliation is perfectly acceptable to you, perhaps it will bring me some amusement to test just what your limit is?”
“N… no. please… I just… please don’t hurt me?” Susan whimpered, “I just want to go home.”
“I burned your home.” Maleficent spat, “I incinerated your village, your father, your friends, and now, you will kiss my boots.” Susan paused, blushing.
“M… my lady?”
“Kiss… my… boots.” Maleficent hissed, conjuring a long, curved sword and pointing it at her. She smiled cruelly, “and thank me for murdering your family.”
Susan whined pathetically and bowed her head, slowly extending her tongue and dragging it over the soft leather of the witch’s boot. She gulped as the sword’s point rested just over her ear and pressed her lips to Maleficent’s foot. “Th… thank you, my lady.”
The witch’s hand twisted slightly and the blade nicked Susan’s ear, drawing a small drop of blood. “Thank you for what?” she asked softly.
“Th… thank…y…you for… m… murdering my… f… father, and m… my brother… and my friends.” She sobbed meekly, kissing the witch’s boot between each word.
“You are very welcome.” Maleficent drawled, withdrawing the sword and spinning it lazily in her hand as Susan sobbed and slathered her boots with her tongue. “Such a filthy girl, my how your mother would have hated you. After all I’ve done to your family, here you are, your mind unsullied by my sorcery, lapping at my shoes like a well-trained hound.”
“N… no.” Susan whispered miserably.
“Would you care to repeat that?” Maleficent hissed, the blade returning to hover by Susan’s face.
“I… I said…. N… no.” Susan squeaked, dropping her face to the floor. “My lady.”
“No?” the witch repeated slowly. “No… what?”
“I… don’t believe my… mother would have hated me.” Susan breathed, quickly adding. “My lady.”
“Perhaps…” Maleficent purred, surprising her. She glanced up to see a small smile gracing the witch’s terribly beautiful face. “Perhaps she would have been proud. She did such filthy things for me herself before the end, before I cut her throat and left her body for the wolves to devour.”
“Liar!” Susan snapped, the implication that her mother had debased herself for the witch’s amusement appearing to be the line she couldn’t abide by. The blade flashed and she shrieked, a long, thin cut opening on her cheek.
“If you ever… ever… raise your voice in my presence again.” The witch breathed coldly, “I will kill you.” Susan’s tears resumed as her anger was replaced by hopelessness.
“My… apologies, my lady.”
Surprisingly, the witch chuckled, “Ah, I had hope for a moment that you might have had some spirit buried deep in your heart.” She shook her head. “Alas, you are as meek and pathetic as I had feared. Very well then…” she stood from her throne again and dismissed her sword with a wave, casting it aside where it exploded into dark smoke and vanished. “if you cannot be humiliated, and you cannot be broken, all that is left is for me to find what pleasures I can take with you.”
“P… pleasures?” Susan squeaked, a dark, unpleasant part of her mind trembling with excitement.
“Did I misspeak?” Maleficent asked with a sneer, “Tell me girl… can you sing?”
“N… not well, my lady.”
“Can you dance?”
“I… have never tried, my lady.”
“Do you know how to relieve stress and pain with your touch?”
Susan blushed deeply. “I… have not before, my lady.”
Maleficent raised an elegant brow. “My, what a curious answer. My pet seems almost eager to exchange her role as gardener for that of masseuse.” She smiled and interlaced her fingers. “Why could that be?”
“I… will do as my lady commands.” Susan mumbled.
“Your lady commands an answer, pet.” Maleficent growled.
“I… you….” Susan breathed, cheeks burning, “You are… I… I am curious to see how it feels.”
“My dear.” The witch cooed, “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were smitten by me. Surely that can’t be the case?”
“I… I desire… to touch you. My lady.” Susan admitted, hanging her head.
“And?”
“I desire… to… to kiss you, my lady.”
“Go on.”
“I desire… to… make… love to you, my lady.”
“Make love.” The witch repeated softly, smiling. “Such a sweet turn of phrase, I have another for you, one I think is more becoming your station as a mongrel. ‘mate’. You do not crave my touch, nor my kiss, you crave a mating. You yearn to be possessed and controlled by your mate, not cared for and cherished by your lover. So, my little pet, I ask again, how do you desire me?”
“I desire…” Sarah repeated, her mind racing to find the words that would please the jade-skinned sorceress. Her eyes widened with realisation and she bowed her head. “I desire that you would give me what I deserve, my lady.”
Maleficent’ soft chuckle rewarded her and she blushed, feeling so tantalisingly close to her deepest, darkest desires being fulfilled. “I shall.” The soft voice breathed. “All in good time.”
Susan was lifted by invisible forces and dragged from the throne room, staring in horror as Maleficent reclined on her throne, a cruel smile on her lips. Susan wailed and tried to throw off the phantom hands, failing miserably, utterly powerless as they set about their work. Her clothes were torn from her body, and she was thrown into a tub of freezing water, brushes and soap swirling around her, scrubbing her clean roughly. As she splashed weakly in the tub, scissors and razors flew at her, shearing away her long blonde hair until she was left with only a short straw-coloured fuzz. The blades descended her squirming body, expertly shaving her of all her hair from the shoulders down to her wriggling toes.
Susan was tipped roughly out of the tub and half beaten to death by towels until she was bone dry. Coughing and spluttering, she managed to crawl away from them and collapsed weakly, looking at herself in the grimy mirror that leaned against the far wall. Her hair had been cut down to a centimetre tall fuzz over her scalp, the sides and back shaved down even further, turning her head she saw a distinct ‘M’ carved into the back of her head.
The hands grabbed her again and dragged her to a small, dingy room with only a single bed in it before she could even begin to process the pain from her rough bathing. A tiny window overlooked the ragged, overgrown mass of brambles and weeds that was the castle grounds, where she had spent the last few weeks trying to fight back nature for Maleficent’s amusement. She yelped as she was squeezed into a small black blouse and her throat was clasped by a heavy leather collar, her ankles similarly bound.
Then she was left alone to whimper and shiver in the cold with mixed terror and shame.
It was morning when Maleficent finally summoned her, the only command being a strong, irresistible tugging of the ring set into the front of her collar. She jogged to the throne room, trying to keep the collar from yanking her off her feet. Maleficent wore her usual black and purple robes and reclined in her throne, her legs crossed and her fingers laced peacefully in her lap. “Good morning, my pet.” She smiled. “How did you sleep?”
“Wha… urk.” Susan choked, trying to yell at her new mistress only for the collar to contract about her throat.
“How… did you sleep?” Maleficent repeated softly.
“I… didn’t.” Susan wheezed, gasping with relief as the collar released her.
“What a pity.” The witch purred, still smiling. “Come to me, don’t be shy.” The collar tugged her to Maleficent’s side and pushed her down to her knees.
“My, don’t you look pretty all dressed up?”
Susan flinched as a soft green hand stroked over her jaw. She whimpered weakly as Maleficent patted her cheek and opened her mouth to speak, only to be hushed.
“Ah ah, you don’t speak unless spoken to.” She chided. “From now on, you will be waiting on me hand and foot, a meek, submissive maid. If you perform well, I may even reconsider slaughtering you like I did your mother.”
That was enough to convince Susan, who whimpered and bowed her head. “Good girl.”
It wasn’t exactly the arrangement Susan had expected, but Maleficent’s approving hand resting against her shoulder as she pattered along beside the sweeping figure of the witch was far from the worst she had imagined in the night. she raised a trembling hand and winced as Maleficent glanced down at her. “Yes?”
“Wh… what exactly are my duties?” she asked meekly.
“You will clean this castle from top to bottom every day either until I am satisfied, or I grow impatient with you.” Maleficent purred coldly, “You will bring me my meals, you will bathe me, you will tend to my whims without complaint. If you please me, I will allow you to tend to my form as I so desire.”
“Yes, my lady.”
They descended a staircase and emerged into an immense cavern of roughly hewn stone. A small pool rippled softly at the centre of the cave, too deep and dark for Susan to even guess how deep it went. Steam filled the air, rising from smaller pools dotted about the cavern. Maleficent set down her staff and sighed softly in the heat, spreading her arms. “Undress me.”
“I… yes, my lady.” Susan blushed, nervously reaching up and unclasping the witch’s cloak, neatly folding it and setting it down on a small stone shelf set at the foot of the stairs. She brushed the next layer of robes of Maleficent’s lean shoulders and set them down, then gingerly removed the final layer of soft purple silk. The witch raised a brow as Susan stared at her soft green body, covered only by a soft black brassier and form-fitting underwear that clung to her hips.
“My underwear, pet.” She commanded with a low growl.
“At once… my lady.” Susan squeaked, trembling as she reached up and unclasped the back of her bra, blushing as it fluttered down, freeing the heavy green globes of the witch’s breasts. They were gorgeous, utterly flawless. Each one a perfect tear-drop shape, capped by dark emerald nipples. Susan let out a quiet, desperate whine and blushed deeper, wanting nothing more than to bury herself between the fat green orbs and worship them with her tongue.
“Pet.” Maleficent growled warningly.
“Sorry my lady.” Susan breathed, kneeling and tugging down the witch’s underwear, setting them atop her robes and turning back. She stared helplessly at Maleficent’s lean, feminine frame as she padded towards the pool, her voluptuous backside jiggling softly with every step. She bit her lip and whined as the witch turned, smiling smugly down at her.
“You may watch, if you please, but if you touch yourself I will cut off your fingers.” She purred before stepping out and dropping into the pool. She vanished in a second, the tips of her horns submerging with a soft ripple before the pool became calm and still again. Susan watched on anxiously, waiting for her to resurface, unconsciously holding her breath.
“Hah.” The witch sighed, bobbing to the surface and floating on her back, her breasts floating above the water as she smiled peacefully. Her eyes opened and she chuckled, watching Susan. “Nervous, my child? Afraid for your mistress?”
“Y… you were under the water for minutes.” Susan mumbled.
“I was.” The witch chuckled, “Come to the edge my dear, come to me.” Susan gulped and walked warily up to the edge and kneeling. She blushed as the witch floated close and pushed herself up with her forearms, baring her upper body seductively, “Aren’t you precious, lusting after an old woman so helplessly. You must be such a needy young harlot.”
“You don’t look old.” Susan mumbled. “And I’m not a harlot.”
“Oh? Then you weren’t wishing you could touch my breasts?” the witch breathed, leaning closer, “You didn’t wish you could touch me, kiss me, you didn’t wish I’d trap that pretty face between my thighs?”
“I… I wish that… I wish it all.” Susan whimpered, “b… but…”
“But it will never happen.” Maleficent purred, spinning, “Now scrub my back, and don’t touch the water.”
“Why not?” she asked nervously.
“Because I will eat you alive if you do.” The witch growled. Susan gulped and picked up a brush, beginning to scrub down the witch’s green-skinned back. “I wish to hear you sing, girl.” Maleficent sighed after a while. Susan paused, glancing at her face from under her arm, where she was dabbing at the witch’s ribs with a sponge. Maleficent’s eyes weren’t open, a small smile was playing on her lips, she looked almost peaceful.
“I… I’m not very good.” Susan muttered apologetically.
“Hence why I ask.” The witch chuckled, “if I am to enchant your voice I must know what changes need to be made, so sing.”
“I…. y… yes my lady.” She blushed before clearing her throat and beginning to sing quietly.
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream
“Oh!” she gasped, accidentally dropping the sponge as Maleficent turned her head and fixed her with an odd, mournful expression. “I’m sorry, I’ll…” she reached down to retrieve the sponge, but no sooner had her fingers brushed the water Maleficent leapt forwards with an inhumane growl, her eyes flashing a bright, glowing green. Susan yelped as she was lifted into the air by one of the witch’s arms and then sent crashing against the far wall of the chamber.
“You do not touch this pool.” Maleficent roared, her voice amplified monstrously, her naked form being propelled out of the water and landing lightly on the soaking cobblestones of the floor. “Not ever, if I find you so much as looking at it without my permission I will tear you limb from limb!”
“I’m sorry!” Susan squeaked, “please! I forgot! It was an accident!” the green glow in the witch’s eyes died and she stopped her advance, pausing and taking a deep breath, her hands brushing over her horns lightly.
“Make sure…” she said breathlessly, “that it does not happen again. I will not be held responsible for what I do to you if you fail to obey my commands.”
“Yes, my lady, I’m sorry my lady.” Susan nodded quickly. “I was clumsy… and then you were looking at me and I got embarrassed, so I tried to fix it but…”
“Stop.” Maleficent said softly, “I do not care to hear your excuses, you broke one of my commandments, you are lucky I showed such restraint this time.”
“Yes, my lady.” Susan agreed quietly.
“Very well… dry me, I am no longer interested in bathing further.” The witch scowled.
After towelling down Maleficent’s flawless jade body, Susan trailed after her, carrying her staff, through the dark, lifeless corridors of the castle. She didn’t ask any questions, in fact she tried to stay as quiet and unnoticeable as possible, lest the witch see something else that angered her. The sorceress sighed and stepped up to her throne, taking back her staff without a second look and tapping it gently at the foot of her throne. She mumbled something quiet in a sing-song voice before turning and eyeing Susan with mixed hunger and curiosity. “stand still.” She commanded, before bringing the orb at the end of her staff swinging through the air, stabbing it sharply against Susan’s throat and drawing a strangled yell of pain from Susan.
She coughed roughly and clutched her throat for a moment, choking and gagging on nothing to the point that she fell to her knees, eyes watering and legs going weak. Maleficent gently guided her gaze upwards and frowned down at her. “Speak, girl.”
“Wh… what did you do to me?” she asked, then stopped, clutching her throat. Her voice had completely changed, gone was the soft, high, lilting tone she was used to. Instead her words came in a husky, sultry purr that sounded incredibly lewd and seductive. “My lady?”
“Mmm, now that’s a voice I will gladly listen to each day.” Maleficent chuckled, toying with Susan’s lower lip. “Say that you love me, girl.”
“I love you my lady.” Susan purred.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, my lady.” Susan obliged, blushing at the soft, sexy voice she’d been gifted.
“Good girl, now up you get.” The sorceress smiled. “Tomorrow I will begin the enchantments to make you physically suitable for my court, until then, sit upon my throne.” Susan frowned, but obediently went up to the ornately carved chair and sat. suddenly invisible hands grabbed her limbs and she found herself pinned helplessly against the carved stone; her arms trapped above her head.
“Ah! M… my lady?” she whimpered quietly. Maleficent purred and slipped her thumb into Susan’s mouth, toying with her lips and chuckling. She set down her staff, rolled her shoulders, and then hiked up her robes to her waist. Susan stared as the witch stepped closer, twirling her wrist and conjuring an obsidian cock almost the length of Susan’s own forearm.
“Please me, and perhaps I will spare you what I have planned.” Maleficent smiled, uncharacteristically gently, her hand stroking through Susan’s new short hair before she dropped her hands to her new toy and pressed its tip against Susan’s trembling lips. A sharp thrust pushed into her mouth and suddenly the witch was hammering at Susan’s gullet without restraint.
It took a moment for her to adjust to the speed and brutality, coughing and spluttering wetly as she was used. Once she surrendered control she could at least breathe a little, she found, though the wet gags and sobs continued.
Maleficent purred with arousal, chewing a dark lip as one hand took Susan by the scalp and forced her to take her toy down to its base. A quiet, muffled moan echoed up at her and she chuckled, eyeing Susan’s grasping hands and crossing eyes as she was face-fucked into oblivion.
Maleficent’s own small, soft groans and gasps as the pleasure received by the toy entered her own body met Susan’s ears as well. Her eyes rolling back in her head as she envisioned the sorceress’ beautiful, blushing face as she worked. Was she smiling? Biting her lip? Stifling her own moans as Susan pleasured her? Or was she stoic, unmoving and uncaring? Was Susan’s suffering ultimately fruitless and the sorceress was just embarrassing her for the fun of seeing her squirm? If she had been able to see straight she might have known, but the cock pounding into her face had taken any control she had over herself away.
She didn’t know how long she was stuck against Maleficent’s throne, hours maybe, her mind was too focused on the vicious pounding to really notice. Suddenly the witch was gone, and she was left panting for air on the throne. The hands released her and she tumbled off the throne, landing heavily at Maleficent’s feet. The witch smiled down at her with genuine warmth and sighed. “you will be a most welcome addition to my court, girl.” She turned, regaining her usual disdainful air and strode away. “I expect this room to be spotless when I return, girl, or you will never so much as glimpse my flesh again.” And then she was gone. Susan whimpered softly, feeling so intolerably empty it almost hurt. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind, she needed to obey.
And so, she immediately staggered up and skittered away to find some water, so she could clean the throne room of the witch who murdered her family, in the hopes that she might brutalise her welcoming flesh again.
