Fan Fiction ❯ Sadistic Adventures of Ivy ❯ Captive Fate ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Happyskull 
Ivy begins her quest destroy the evil sword, Soul Edge.
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Ivy begins her quest destroy the evil sword, Soul Edge.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Martial Arts / Hentai / Fantasy / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.07.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 4.9K | Status: Completed
The Sadistic Adventures of Ivy
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By Naga's Faithful Companion (happyskull@fuse.net)
April 2nd, 2000 - Feb. 7, 2002 (long time to finish this one)
Comments encouraged to either cause, speed up writing of, or
prevent future chapters (whichever is your wish).
*
Chapter One: The Captive Fate
Isabella Valentine had ceased struggling long ago. The cold
manacles that held her arms over her head were strong and secure, and the
dungeon was dark and dank, the way dungeons should be she surmised.
She felt that her ankles were shackled as well. Into this dismal place, a
few rays of light shined from a small barred window onto a single brick of
the floor. Still, most of the room was covered in shadow.
She had been very close to her goal. The ancient book of
Summoning was waiting for her. Ivy knew that she was powerful enough
to put life into her blade, but she needed the proper ritual. Her skill and
power gained from her father's collected research was not enough.
Only with an equally powerful weapon would she be able to take
on the legendary Soul Edge. It was the research of that infernal sword and
immortality that had driven her father to insanity and suicide. She would
destroy it. If she ever got out of here that is, she thought.
Footsteps on the stone staircase echoed as her captor descended
into view. Was this just bad luck or a direct result of her obsession? Her
research had taken her to many unsavory places. The shock on her face
was apparent when her kidnapper now came into full view. The man was
bald, she could tell that even in the shadows. Leather straps wrapped
around his head, covering his eyes. Similar straps comprised the rest of his
clothing. How could he see, or was he blind?
He walked to wooden table ten feet from her and struck a match.
With the flame, he lit a five candle candelabra, and then walked towards
her into full view. From the solid leather covering his eyes, she knew he
definitely had to be blind. Yet, he seemed to be examining her. Standing
no more than a foot from her, his breath was foul. His skin was pale and
pasty, a sickly grey. Had he lit the candles merely for her benefit? So she
could be fully disgusted by him?
"What are you? Can you speak?" She demanded. Her blank-faced
captor examined her short cropped platinum hair, her blue eyes . . . and
her dress that reaked of English nobility. "Voldo," she thought she heard
him hiss.
With one swipe, he ripped through the buttons of her blouse
revealing her firm bosom. He pulled down her bra and roughly grabbed
her breasts without hesitation. Cupping her bosom from beneath, her
peaks were pushed out toward his mouth where his tongue encircled her
hardening pink nipples. Drawing trails of saliva along her silky smooth
skin. As she struggled, his body writhed against hers. A probing hand
found its way down her dress, past the band of her panties, and into the
furry nether region nestled between her thighs. A curious finger slid its
way inside.
Ivy's gasp was a quick intake as her legs stiffened. She struggled
best she could against the creature and chains, but she couldn't throw him
off or prevent her body's reaction. Ivy's thighs clamped together, but his
fingers were already at her womanhood. Her nipples became rock hard as
his tounge switched to the breast on the right, leaving a drooling trail
between her strawberry buds. The wet tounge lashed back and forth across
her breast as the probing finger searched for her pleasure point.
Meanwhile, his left hand rubbed through the saliva on her other breast,
ocassionally tweaking the erect nipple.
Her face was flushed red by the time his thumb began swirling
around her clitoris. Ivy blushed uncontrollably and let out a gasp of
pleasure as the finger in her pussy came closer to her g-spot. An incredible
suction pulled her breast forward, and then his mouth let it go with a wet
pop. Turning his attention downward, the kidnapper roughly undid her
dress, and yanked her panties down with the sticky hand removed from
her glistening vagina. Voldo couldn't help but admiring her smooth ivory
thighs. Thin but strong hands caressed them and then clamped down on
them hard. He ran his face slowly across her platinum pubic hair, admiring
the prickly feeling, before sliding his tounge between her moist pussy lips.
The taste was exquisite.
Ivy writhed as she felt a building pressure between her thighs. Her
juices were flowing uncontrollably, and the freak was lapping them up.
She felt his tounge aim for clitoris and send electrifying shocks through
her body. Ivy was going to burst any moment.
The emaciated man rose and placed the head of his bulbous cock
against her entrance. He ran the head up and down her slick pussy, taking
a moment to build anticipation, and then sank his cock into her warm soft
hole. Her tunnel was tight as he slowly slid in and out. The awesome
slurping suction was nearly more than he could bear. She was no virgin,
but this was the tightest pussy he'd ever filled.
Ivy screamed as he thrust in and out of her. She wanted to scream
for help, scream for blood, but she could only scream in pleasure as the
invader aimed into her senstive points. A hand reached behind each of her
things and lifted her legs as he began fucking her harder. He was easily
pulling more than halfway out before slamming back inside. The great
emptiness this created within her was filled as quickly as it appeared with
each thrust back inside.
The noblewoman cried out in gasps as an orgasm wracked her
body. Sex fluids dripped on the cold stone floor as they flowed from her
convulsing pussy. Ivy's orgasm triggered Voldo's love muscle, and his
cock spewed cum deep into her silky vaginal walls. He moaned with each
pump while he continued humping her slowly. After what seemed like his
last burst, he pulled his cock from her love hole, leaving a trail of cum
hanging in midair for a moment which fell against one of her legs as he let
them down. Ivy let out a long breath, exhausted.
She looked up again after a moment to see him standing there
shaking, cock in hand. It almost appeared that his head was vibrating.
Thick ropes of hot white cum blasted from his tool and onto her firm tits,
splattering them with his sticky cream. The first struck her left breast, the
next struck high near the right one, and the third fully creamed her right
breast. Ivy glared at him with death in her eyes as some of the excess cum
slowly began migrating to the underside of her tits. A sticky glacier of
cum began a slow slide into the valley of her cherry topped mountains
while the undersides of breasts began to drip cum onto her legs and the
floor, like rain from a roof after a storm.
She stared at him standing there, the hissing of his breathing
beginning to irritate her. Ivy would solve that problem in time, after her
escape. Just as she began wondering what was to come next, Voldo
grabbed her hips and twisted her around, pulling her away form the wall.
Ivy braced herself against the stone with her elbows. She felt a wet penis
fall with a smack into the cleft of her buttocks. It slid up and down a few
times, its lubrication leaving her behind a slick sticky surface. His hand
reached to her pussy and wet itself in the fluids which dripped down her
inner thighs. Then, after a brief moment of not being molested, she felt his
lubed finger worm its way into the crinkled entrance of her butthole.
"Don't you dare!" Ivy quipped, but she knew it was pointless. She
could only use this time to plan an escape and revenge. Another finger
joined the first in exploring the hole. His other hand reached inside her
pussy to scoop more fluid, and the fingers briefly retreated as he lubed her
bung hole with the newly gathered sex cream. The two fingers dove back
in her hole, followed by a third. Her butt swallowed them up to the second
joint.
Voldo gave her asscheeks a hard slap as his other hand continued
widening her anus. Ivy's ivory cheek shook for a brief moment and
displayed a red handprint. He smacked it again, enjoying their firm yet
pliant texture. Meanwhile, his fingers twisted around as they delved
deeper, nearly up to the hand's knuckles. Ivy gritted her teeth as the
opening of her virgin ass continued. Voldo removed his fingers for a
moment and reinserted them. Once he was sure her backdoor would
remain open for the time needed, he removed his fingers and brought the
head of his cock to her asshole, rubbing it with the cum from their
previous orgasms.
Depressing the head, he slid it into her backdoor, going about three
inches before stopping. Ivy tried to relax her ass as much as she could;
fighting it would only make it a more painful experience. Volding
forcefully pressed himself deeper, holding onto her ass for leverage.
Slowly, his cock sank deeper into her bowels. Ivy grasped her chains and
bore the burning agony of her tunnel's invasion.
The anal intruder pulled himself back an inch and thrust forward,
trying to burrow farther, and Ivy hissed in response. He was now about
halfway in, and she prayed he would stop. However, she could feel him
start to slide back and forth in her ass.
"Fuck my ass!" She shouted. Her own voice shocked her, yet the
quicker he finished the better.
Goaded on by her commanding voice, he did indeed fuck her ass,
harder than before. The first few new strokes increased in power, but by
the fourth, he was slamming into her. Driving into her to the hilt, the
smacking of their bodies and the ratling of the chains became a
cacophony. The velvety embrace of her forbidden hole was driving him
wild. It must have been at least twice as tight as her pussy. While he
plunged in and out of her, the agony Ivy felt began to subside. It was
definitely an interesting feeling she mused, although she'd certainly be
sore later.
Feeling experimental, she clamped down with all of her butt's
might on Voldo's cock. He quickly found himself unable to move, and Ivy
slyly smiled. Voldo smacked her asscheeks once and then again, but she
managed to hold tight. He began to spank her, one hard smack at a time,
and even though this punishment started turning her ass red, she wasn't
particularly pained. It actually relieved some of the pain she had been
feeling. Then suddenly, he stopped. Each small resistance he made against
her clamped anal muscles sent an exciting charge through his grey snake.
Feeling a magical tingling in the head of his cock, he smacked her
quivering asscheeks with renewed vigor. The shockwaves made his organ
pulse out an embarrasiningly small spurt of cum although she did feel him
make three such wet deposits deep inside her ass. Realizing he was done,
she set him free of her anal muscles, and he withdrew the long dripping
member. Even as a tiny trickle of semen escaped her slowly closing bung
hole, she cracked a smile.
Voldo turned her around and set her back against the wall. He
wiped the dirty length of his fuckmuscle off on her leg before turning
away from her. She wondered for just what purpose she was being held
here. Was that freak in charge? Ivy could appreciate one thing. She saw
that he'd left the candles lit as he made his way upstairs.
***
For hours, she hung there in despair, the flickering candlelight
throwing her shadow along the cold stone wall. Also, the long shadows of
unseen rodents moved along the floor. She could hear their squeaks. At
least there was sound to take her mind off the dungeon's rank odor.
In a sudden burst of anger, she jerked the chains, rattling them
futiley. I need strength. I need power. I'm hungry too. She could have
sworn she'd heard voices upstairs. There had been some talking, briefly -
perhaps from someone passing by the dungeon entrance. There had also
been a few sounds, a sort of muling howling. Most likely, sounds made by
the freak. Hopefully, they wouldn't make escape too difficult. It only
proved that there were at least two people involved, and it had been awhile
since she'd heard them.
While staring at the floor, she saw the first rat cross her feet. Ivy
wondered how she smelled to the rats in her current messy state. Like
food? Or perhaps, they were offering themselves to her? The idea of using
them as food quickly passed as another plan began to develop. Still, she
eyed the rat like a cat. Waiting . . . for it to come closer.
Curiously, the rat sniffed around her foot. She was still as the dead.
Unsuspectingly, the rat crept up between her feet, and Ivy moved with
lightning swiftness, crushing the rodent's spine with her toes. Ivy lifted it
up with her foot and bashed its head against the floor stones. The crunch
was barely audible.
She was out of options. This would be practice. Fairly certain of
the basics, a pact was her only option. Ivy smeared the rat, gripped in her
toes, across the floor and back again, drawing a bloody Symbol of
Summoning beneath her.
"O' Lords of Darkness hear my plea. I give you the essence of
crime from me." Beneath her sex-dampened pubic hair, fluids dripped
from her holes. "I give you dark thoughts and murderous intent. My soul I
pledge to you. My life belongs to you." Dark energies began to ruffle her
hair. She could feel it prickling her flesh, and her nipples hardened. "Give
me the power of vengeance on this mortal realm." The arcane symbol of
blood began to glow hotly. "I call you out to take me!"
Ivy's left arm convulsed, and she cried out in pain. Although she
was tired and the option of giving up continued to nag her, she bit her lip,
trying to keep her screams minimal. The arm began to warp and change
color. Fingernails lengthened into claws, bony ridges rose up under the
skin, and the flesh took on a purple pallor. The pain began to subside. She
looked at her arm with fear, but also felt the strength surging through it.
Yanking it forward, the chain ripped from the wall. Ivy quickly divested
herself of the chains binding her.
Stumbling through the flickering candlelight shadows, she looked
for something she could possibly use. She stripped down a leather harness
and wrapped it about herself. Although not exactly clothing, a single strap
fit snuggly into her crotch and between her butt cheeks. Other straps went
over her shoulders, mashing down her breasts to barely cover each areola.
A bit of luck let her find her old boots which she quickly slipped into. In
the bits of armor laying about, she found the left arm from a suit of mail
and used the straps to bind it to her outfit.
There were plenty instruments of torture scattered about the room.
Whips, paddles, impossibly huge knobbed dildos, needles, ball gags, and
other things. Ivy picked up a whip and proceeded up the stairs. Finding
herself at door, she listened for the rasping, hissing breathing of Voldo.
Not hearing anything, she stepped out, making every attempt at stealth.
The mansion, if it was indeed that, was splendid albeit dark. Upon
closing inspection, its magnficence was a shadow of former glory.
Tapestries and draperies were tattered. Dust clung to every piece of
furniture. There was no light save the stars shining in through half-drawn
windows. Rats scampered between shadows.
Hearing movement, Ivy immediately held herself still. Voldo
stepped towards a chair and bowed before it. With scrutinization, Ivy
could see the form sitting there. She considered her options.
She struck. The whip lashed around Voldo's neck, and Ivy used her
strength to drag him towards her. He scurried like a beast, but she
managed to drag him closer. Suddenly resistance stopped and he leapt at
her. Catching him, she rolled onto her back, and kicked him over her. He
hit the doorframe to the dungeon stairs and rolled loudly down them.
Ivy quickly approached the man in the chair, prepared to strike
again, but she gasped at his dusty complexion. The corpse had no eyes,
and the covering of his bones seemed to be as much cobwebbing as it did
dried flesh. She turned and raced down the stairs, meeting Voldo halfway.
Ivy backhanded him with her demon arm, and the force sent him tumbling
down again.
Reaching the bottom, she kicked Voldo as he rose. Parrying his
hands which now wore katars, she kneed him in the groin, and hammered
him down with an armored elbow. Wrapping the whip about his neck and
arms, she bound him tight, and chained down his legs to be certain. His
freakish garb was the next to go.
Her hand grabbed an implement from the tabe, and she eyed him.
Face down with his rear in the air, he was at her mercy. With the
preparation of vengeance, the 3 inch wide knobbed dildo was driven deep
into his ass. He mewled in agony, and she kicked the butt of the
protruding 12 inch dildo with the heel of her boot driving it all the way in.
Ivy pondered the internal damage she had just inflicted.
Walking towards the stairs, she bent down and whispered to the
twitching form, "You can die like that, disgusting filth. I doubt that even
the rats will touch you."
***
Looking back at the Vercci's mansion, she bid it farewell. Was it
fate that had brought it here, even if against her will? In her hands, she
held several notes of Vercci's correspondence with Adams, an English
curio dealer. They were both after Soul Edge, but Adams had been closer.
So, it was back home to England once she picked up the book. Then, she
would destroy the sword that destroyed her family.
***
The Valentine Mansion, a lonely place since her father's suicide.
Her mother had followed him into death quick thereafter. In a secret
chamber, she had found her father's alchemist library. It was here that her
sword waited for her, needing only life to make it complete. She set down
her newly acquired book with a heavy thump.
The Snake Sword was a segmenting long blade. A huge length of
chain was stored in the hilt, and each segment, a few inches each, was
connected to the next via an internal locking mechanism. Once assembled,
it could only be made to segment from inside. Therefore, she would imbue
it with a spirit, a demon, whatever was the most powerful spell she came
to first. She quickly began pouring through her most recently acquired
books, night after night.
The last book, the one she had acquired in Italy, proved to be the
most useful, with not only powerful summoning spells for demons but for
binding them. During the course of her research, she also found that the
demon traits in her left arm vanished. However, she could feel that the
demonic force still slept within.
Finally, she was ready to begin.
In a candlelit antechamber, she knelt at the center of an encircled
pentagram. Symbols for stars in heaven, and unholy bodies from hell
adorned it. They were for protection and control. Ivy wore a black high-
collared cloak, embroidered with sigils, with nothing underneath. If things
became rough, it could be tossed off, for having clothing fused to one's
body would be a most unpleasant experience.
With the book open before her, Ivy began the incantations.
Reading, demanding, pleading, and screaming. Ivy's words of
languages supposedly banished from the world scrawled their dark forces
upon the walls, and infusing into the symbols on the floor. Chanting, she
became exausted over time but felt the power growing. Tiring, she
continued to chant with vehemence, demanding that a power confer unto
her servitude.
And then, she sensed the room darken. From a dark spot, hanging
in midair before her, an arm extended into her world. The massive finger-
fingered limb reached towards her, and she held the sword up to greet it.
Demonic languaged spewed forth from the portal. The clawed arm was
almost to her, and a hint of shoulder appeared. Making her timid was the
hand. The black talons seemed to be defined only by the lack of anything
in the space they occupied.
Suddenly, the demon's voice became words she understood. "I,
Cross of the Pledge, shall confer onto thee the Point in the Escutcheon of
Destruction - Dexter Purpure." The demon arm reached out and its talons
touched the Snake Sword. "Your will and mine shall be as one." With a
flash, space seemed to warp and stretch. The arm ripped from its shoulder
and fused into the sword. The turbulent energies flashed with violence,
and Ivy screamed from pain.
She screamed and continued to do so until she felt no more pain
and the room was silent. With hesitation, she opened her eyes to see
herself holding the blade aloft. Nothing seemed to be at work in the room
any longer, but she could feel the power within the sword. In her mind,
she could hear the words repeat: "Your will and mine shall be as one."
End, Chapter One
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By Naga's Faithful Companion (happyskull@fuse.net)
April 2nd, 2000 - Feb. 7, 2002 (long time to finish this one)
Comments encouraged to either cause, speed up writing of, or
prevent future chapters (whichever is your wish).
*
Chapter One: The Captive Fate
Isabella Valentine had ceased struggling long ago. The cold
manacles that held her arms over her head were strong and secure, and the
dungeon was dark and dank, the way dungeons should be she surmised.
She felt that her ankles were shackled as well. Into this dismal place, a
few rays of light shined from a small barred window onto a single brick of
the floor. Still, most of the room was covered in shadow.
She had been very close to her goal. The ancient book of
Summoning was waiting for her. Ivy knew that she was powerful enough
to put life into her blade, but she needed the proper ritual. Her skill and
power gained from her father's collected research was not enough.
Only with an equally powerful weapon would she be able to take
on the legendary Soul Edge. It was the research of that infernal sword and
immortality that had driven her father to insanity and suicide. She would
destroy it. If she ever got out of here that is, she thought.
Footsteps on the stone staircase echoed as her captor descended
into view. Was this just bad luck or a direct result of her obsession? Her
research had taken her to many unsavory places. The shock on her face
was apparent when her kidnapper now came into full view. The man was
bald, she could tell that even in the shadows. Leather straps wrapped
around his head, covering his eyes. Similar straps comprised the rest of his
clothing. How could he see, or was he blind?
He walked to wooden table ten feet from her and struck a match.
With the flame, he lit a five candle candelabra, and then walked towards
her into full view. From the solid leather covering his eyes, she knew he
definitely had to be blind. Yet, he seemed to be examining her. Standing
no more than a foot from her, his breath was foul. His skin was pale and
pasty, a sickly grey. Had he lit the candles merely for her benefit? So she
could be fully disgusted by him?
"What are you? Can you speak?" She demanded. Her blank-faced
captor examined her short cropped platinum hair, her blue eyes . . . and
her dress that reaked of English nobility. "Voldo," she thought she heard
him hiss.
With one swipe, he ripped through the buttons of her blouse
revealing her firm bosom. He pulled down her bra and roughly grabbed
her breasts without hesitation. Cupping her bosom from beneath, her
peaks were pushed out toward his mouth where his tongue encircled her
hardening pink nipples. Drawing trails of saliva along her silky smooth
skin. As she struggled, his body writhed against hers. A probing hand
found its way down her dress, past the band of her panties, and into the
furry nether region nestled between her thighs. A curious finger slid its
way inside.
Ivy's gasp was a quick intake as her legs stiffened. She struggled
best she could against the creature and chains, but she couldn't throw him
off or prevent her body's reaction. Ivy's thighs clamped together, but his
fingers were already at her womanhood. Her nipples became rock hard as
his tounge switched to the breast on the right, leaving a drooling trail
between her strawberry buds. The wet tounge lashed back and forth across
her breast as the probing finger searched for her pleasure point.
Meanwhile, his left hand rubbed through the saliva on her other breast,
ocassionally tweaking the erect nipple.
Her face was flushed red by the time his thumb began swirling
around her clitoris. Ivy blushed uncontrollably and let out a gasp of
pleasure as the finger in her pussy came closer to her g-spot. An incredible
suction pulled her breast forward, and then his mouth let it go with a wet
pop. Turning his attention downward, the kidnapper roughly undid her
dress, and yanked her panties down with the sticky hand removed from
her glistening vagina. Voldo couldn't help but admiring her smooth ivory
thighs. Thin but strong hands caressed them and then clamped down on
them hard. He ran his face slowly across her platinum pubic hair, admiring
the prickly feeling, before sliding his tounge between her moist pussy lips.
The taste was exquisite.
Ivy writhed as she felt a building pressure between her thighs. Her
juices were flowing uncontrollably, and the freak was lapping them up.
She felt his tounge aim for clitoris and send electrifying shocks through
her body. Ivy was going to burst any moment.
The emaciated man rose and placed the head of his bulbous cock
against her entrance. He ran the head up and down her slick pussy, taking
a moment to build anticipation, and then sank his cock into her warm soft
hole. Her tunnel was tight as he slowly slid in and out. The awesome
slurping suction was nearly more than he could bear. She was no virgin,
but this was the tightest pussy he'd ever filled.
Ivy screamed as he thrust in and out of her. She wanted to scream
for help, scream for blood, but she could only scream in pleasure as the
invader aimed into her senstive points. A hand reached behind each of her
things and lifted her legs as he began fucking her harder. He was easily
pulling more than halfway out before slamming back inside. The great
emptiness this created within her was filled as quickly as it appeared with
each thrust back inside.
The noblewoman cried out in gasps as an orgasm wracked her
body. Sex fluids dripped on the cold stone floor as they flowed from her
convulsing pussy. Ivy's orgasm triggered Voldo's love muscle, and his
cock spewed cum deep into her silky vaginal walls. He moaned with each
pump while he continued humping her slowly. After what seemed like his
last burst, he pulled his cock from her love hole, leaving a trail of cum
hanging in midair for a moment which fell against one of her legs as he let
them down. Ivy let out a long breath, exhausted.
She looked up again after a moment to see him standing there
shaking, cock in hand. It almost appeared that his head was vibrating.
Thick ropes of hot white cum blasted from his tool and onto her firm tits,
splattering them with his sticky cream. The first struck her left breast, the
next struck high near the right one, and the third fully creamed her right
breast. Ivy glared at him with death in her eyes as some of the excess cum
slowly began migrating to the underside of her tits. A sticky glacier of
cum began a slow slide into the valley of her cherry topped mountains
while the undersides of breasts began to drip cum onto her legs and the
floor, like rain from a roof after a storm.
She stared at him standing there, the hissing of his breathing
beginning to irritate her. Ivy would solve that problem in time, after her
escape. Just as she began wondering what was to come next, Voldo
grabbed her hips and twisted her around, pulling her away form the wall.
Ivy braced herself against the stone with her elbows. She felt a wet penis
fall with a smack into the cleft of her buttocks. It slid up and down a few
times, its lubrication leaving her behind a slick sticky surface. His hand
reached to her pussy and wet itself in the fluids which dripped down her
inner thighs. Then, after a brief moment of not being molested, she felt his
lubed finger worm its way into the crinkled entrance of her butthole.
"Don't you dare!" Ivy quipped, but she knew it was pointless. She
could only use this time to plan an escape and revenge. Another finger
joined the first in exploring the hole. His other hand reached inside her
pussy to scoop more fluid, and the fingers briefly retreated as he lubed her
bung hole with the newly gathered sex cream. The two fingers dove back
in her hole, followed by a third. Her butt swallowed them up to the second
joint.
Voldo gave her asscheeks a hard slap as his other hand continued
widening her anus. Ivy's ivory cheek shook for a brief moment and
displayed a red handprint. He smacked it again, enjoying their firm yet
pliant texture. Meanwhile, his fingers twisted around as they delved
deeper, nearly up to the hand's knuckles. Ivy gritted her teeth as the
opening of her virgin ass continued. Voldo removed his fingers for a
moment and reinserted them. Once he was sure her backdoor would
remain open for the time needed, he removed his fingers and brought the
head of his cock to her asshole, rubbing it with the cum from their
previous orgasms.
Depressing the head, he slid it into her backdoor, going about three
inches before stopping. Ivy tried to relax her ass as much as she could;
fighting it would only make it a more painful experience. Volding
forcefully pressed himself deeper, holding onto her ass for leverage.
Slowly, his cock sank deeper into her bowels. Ivy grasped her chains and
bore the burning agony of her tunnel's invasion.
The anal intruder pulled himself back an inch and thrust forward,
trying to burrow farther, and Ivy hissed in response. He was now about
halfway in, and she prayed he would stop. However, she could feel him
start to slide back and forth in her ass.
"Fuck my ass!" She shouted. Her own voice shocked her, yet the
quicker he finished the better.
Goaded on by her commanding voice, he did indeed fuck her ass,
harder than before. The first few new strokes increased in power, but by
the fourth, he was slamming into her. Driving into her to the hilt, the
smacking of their bodies and the ratling of the chains became a
cacophony. The velvety embrace of her forbidden hole was driving him
wild. It must have been at least twice as tight as her pussy. While he
plunged in and out of her, the agony Ivy felt began to subside. It was
definitely an interesting feeling she mused, although she'd certainly be
sore later.
Feeling experimental, she clamped down with all of her butt's
might on Voldo's cock. He quickly found himself unable to move, and Ivy
slyly smiled. Voldo smacked her asscheeks once and then again, but she
managed to hold tight. He began to spank her, one hard smack at a time,
and even though this punishment started turning her ass red, she wasn't
particularly pained. It actually relieved some of the pain she had been
feeling. Then suddenly, he stopped. Each small resistance he made against
her clamped anal muscles sent an exciting charge through his grey snake.
Feeling a magical tingling in the head of his cock, he smacked her
quivering asscheeks with renewed vigor. The shockwaves made his organ
pulse out an embarrasiningly small spurt of cum although she did feel him
make three such wet deposits deep inside her ass. Realizing he was done,
she set him free of her anal muscles, and he withdrew the long dripping
member. Even as a tiny trickle of semen escaped her slowly closing bung
hole, she cracked a smile.
Voldo turned her around and set her back against the wall. He
wiped the dirty length of his fuckmuscle off on her leg before turning
away from her. She wondered for just what purpose she was being held
here. Was that freak in charge? Ivy could appreciate one thing. She saw
that he'd left the candles lit as he made his way upstairs.
***
For hours, she hung there in despair, the flickering candlelight
throwing her shadow along the cold stone wall. Also, the long shadows of
unseen rodents moved along the floor. She could hear their squeaks. At
least there was sound to take her mind off the dungeon's rank odor.
In a sudden burst of anger, she jerked the chains, rattling them
futiley. I need strength. I need power. I'm hungry too. She could have
sworn she'd heard voices upstairs. There had been some talking, briefly -
perhaps from someone passing by the dungeon entrance. There had also
been a few sounds, a sort of muling howling. Most likely, sounds made by
the freak. Hopefully, they wouldn't make escape too difficult. It only
proved that there were at least two people involved, and it had been awhile
since she'd heard them.
While staring at the floor, she saw the first rat cross her feet. Ivy
wondered how she smelled to the rats in her current messy state. Like
food? Or perhaps, they were offering themselves to her? The idea of using
them as food quickly passed as another plan began to develop. Still, she
eyed the rat like a cat. Waiting . . . for it to come closer.
Curiously, the rat sniffed around her foot. She was still as the dead.
Unsuspectingly, the rat crept up between her feet, and Ivy moved with
lightning swiftness, crushing the rodent's spine with her toes. Ivy lifted it
up with her foot and bashed its head against the floor stones. The crunch
was barely audible.
She was out of options. This would be practice. Fairly certain of
the basics, a pact was her only option. Ivy smeared the rat, gripped in her
toes, across the floor and back again, drawing a bloody Symbol of
Summoning beneath her.
"O' Lords of Darkness hear my plea. I give you the essence of
crime from me." Beneath her sex-dampened pubic hair, fluids dripped
from her holes. "I give you dark thoughts and murderous intent. My soul I
pledge to you. My life belongs to you." Dark energies began to ruffle her
hair. She could feel it prickling her flesh, and her nipples hardened. "Give
me the power of vengeance on this mortal realm." The arcane symbol of
blood began to glow hotly. "I call you out to take me!"
Ivy's left arm convulsed, and she cried out in pain. Although she
was tired and the option of giving up continued to nag her, she bit her lip,
trying to keep her screams minimal. The arm began to warp and change
color. Fingernails lengthened into claws, bony ridges rose up under the
skin, and the flesh took on a purple pallor. The pain began to subside. She
looked at her arm with fear, but also felt the strength surging through it.
Yanking it forward, the chain ripped from the wall. Ivy quickly divested
herself of the chains binding her.
Stumbling through the flickering candlelight shadows, she looked
for something she could possibly use. She stripped down a leather harness
and wrapped it about herself. Although not exactly clothing, a single strap
fit snuggly into her crotch and between her butt cheeks. Other straps went
over her shoulders, mashing down her breasts to barely cover each areola.
A bit of luck let her find her old boots which she quickly slipped into. In
the bits of armor laying about, she found the left arm from a suit of mail
and used the straps to bind it to her outfit.
There were plenty instruments of torture scattered about the room.
Whips, paddles, impossibly huge knobbed dildos, needles, ball gags, and
other things. Ivy picked up a whip and proceeded up the stairs. Finding
herself at door, she listened for the rasping, hissing breathing of Voldo.
Not hearing anything, she stepped out, making every attempt at stealth.
The mansion, if it was indeed that, was splendid albeit dark. Upon
closing inspection, its magnficence was a shadow of former glory.
Tapestries and draperies were tattered. Dust clung to every piece of
furniture. There was no light save the stars shining in through half-drawn
windows. Rats scampered between shadows.
Hearing movement, Ivy immediately held herself still. Voldo
stepped towards a chair and bowed before it. With scrutinization, Ivy
could see the form sitting there. She considered her options.
She struck. The whip lashed around Voldo's neck, and Ivy used her
strength to drag him towards her. He scurried like a beast, but she
managed to drag him closer. Suddenly resistance stopped and he leapt at
her. Catching him, she rolled onto her back, and kicked him over her. He
hit the doorframe to the dungeon stairs and rolled loudly down them.
Ivy quickly approached the man in the chair, prepared to strike
again, but she gasped at his dusty complexion. The corpse had no eyes,
and the covering of his bones seemed to be as much cobwebbing as it did
dried flesh. She turned and raced down the stairs, meeting Voldo halfway.
Ivy backhanded him with her demon arm, and the force sent him tumbling
down again.
Reaching the bottom, she kicked Voldo as he rose. Parrying his
hands which now wore katars, she kneed him in the groin, and hammered
him down with an armored elbow. Wrapping the whip about his neck and
arms, she bound him tight, and chained down his legs to be certain. His
freakish garb was the next to go.
Her hand grabbed an implement from the tabe, and she eyed him.
Face down with his rear in the air, he was at her mercy. With the
preparation of vengeance, the 3 inch wide knobbed dildo was driven deep
into his ass. He mewled in agony, and she kicked the butt of the
protruding 12 inch dildo with the heel of her boot driving it all the way in.
Ivy pondered the internal damage she had just inflicted.
Walking towards the stairs, she bent down and whispered to the
twitching form, "You can die like that, disgusting filth. I doubt that even
the rats will touch you."
***
Looking back at the Vercci's mansion, she bid it farewell. Was it
fate that had brought it here, even if against her will? In her hands, she
held several notes of Vercci's correspondence with Adams, an English
curio dealer. They were both after Soul Edge, but Adams had been closer.
So, it was back home to England once she picked up the book. Then, she
would destroy the sword that destroyed her family.
***
The Valentine Mansion, a lonely place since her father's suicide.
Her mother had followed him into death quick thereafter. In a secret
chamber, she had found her father's alchemist library. It was here that her
sword waited for her, needing only life to make it complete. She set down
her newly acquired book with a heavy thump.
The Snake Sword was a segmenting long blade. A huge length of
chain was stored in the hilt, and each segment, a few inches each, was
connected to the next via an internal locking mechanism. Once assembled,
it could only be made to segment from inside. Therefore, she would imbue
it with a spirit, a demon, whatever was the most powerful spell she came
to first. She quickly began pouring through her most recently acquired
books, night after night.
The last book, the one she had acquired in Italy, proved to be the
most useful, with not only powerful summoning spells for demons but for
binding them. During the course of her research, she also found that the
demon traits in her left arm vanished. However, she could feel that the
demonic force still slept within.
Finally, she was ready to begin.
In a candlelit antechamber, she knelt at the center of an encircled
pentagram. Symbols for stars in heaven, and unholy bodies from hell
adorned it. They were for protection and control. Ivy wore a black high-
collared cloak, embroidered with sigils, with nothing underneath. If things
became rough, it could be tossed off, for having clothing fused to one's
body would be a most unpleasant experience.
With the book open before her, Ivy began the incantations.
Reading, demanding, pleading, and screaming. Ivy's words of
languages supposedly banished from the world scrawled their dark forces
upon the walls, and infusing into the symbols on the floor. Chanting, she
became exausted over time but felt the power growing. Tiring, she
continued to chant with vehemence, demanding that a power confer unto
her servitude.
And then, she sensed the room darken. From a dark spot, hanging
in midair before her, an arm extended into her world. The massive finger-
fingered limb reached towards her, and she held the sword up to greet it.
Demonic languaged spewed forth from the portal. The clawed arm was
almost to her, and a hint of shoulder appeared. Making her timid was the
hand. The black talons seemed to be defined only by the lack of anything
in the space they occupied.
Suddenly, the demon's voice became words she understood. "I,
Cross of the Pledge, shall confer onto thee the Point in the Escutcheon of
Destruction - Dexter Purpure." The demon arm reached out and its talons
touched the Snake Sword. "Your will and mine shall be as one." With a
flash, space seemed to warp and stretch. The arm ripped from its shoulder
and fused into the sword. The turbulent energies flashed with violence,
and Ivy screamed from pain.
She screamed and continued to do so until she felt no more pain
and the room was silent. With hesitation, she opened her eyes to see
herself holding the blade aloft. Nothing seemed to be at work in the room
any longer, but she could feel the power within the sword. In her mind,
she could hear the words repeat: "Your will and mine shall be as one."
End, Chapter One