24: Brimstone, Iron and Perverts

 

~800 years earlier

Rilliana's eyes were heavy, but her brain was working at full speed as she tried to understand the magical symbols in the book in front of her. She reached for her wine glass and took a sip. The wine reminded her of her time with Celine, Terra and her dearest Trisha. Rilliana missed them very much and not a day went by when she didn't think of them. But she hadn't completely succumbed to grief. At the same time as her friends disappeared, she realized one thing: there was a spark of magic hidden within her. If she could understand how to tame the power within her, she might be able to find a way to bring her friends back. Rilliana shook her head as she re-read the paragraph for the fourth time and still didn't understand it, and put her glass down on the table.

“Why is ‘Advanced Incantations’ written in Elvish?” she muttered, rubbing her temples. Even though the blonde was an elf herself, the writing and language were still a big problem for her. This was not necessarily taught at the orphanage.

“Maybe I should learn it properly first,“ Rilliana said, annoyed, and put the book aside. In doing so, she bumped into her glass and the wine spilled over the whole table. And on the book.

”Oh crap!” Rilliana cursed and quickly put the glass back in place. She took one of the cushions from Celine's couch and pressed it onto the wine and the book. It absorbed the liquid, but the stain on the page was impossible to ignore.

“Hopefully it wasn't anything important,” Rilliana murmured guiltily, wrinkling her forehead as she looked anxiously at the stain on the page and the cushion.

 

Today

Celine sat on the floor of her study, her lips pursed and her fingertips pressed together as she stared at the book in front of her. Behind it, a chalk circle had been drawn on the dark stone floor, which looked something like the illustration in the book, but something seemed wrong. Instead of summoning a low-level demon as she had intended, a dozen objects that she could also find in her house lay in the summoning circle. Starting with an alarm clock, a bedside lamp, a toothbrush and a vibrator.

“Why are the pages so blurry?” Celine asked herself out loud and corrected a rune of the circle, after she seemed wrong again. She put her hands on the floor and repeated the formula from the book, at least she hoped so. The circle and the runes began to glow blue, and with a plop, a bunch of bananas appeared in the air and fell to the other objects.

“Oh, come on,” Celine muttered sourly and clicked her tongue. Disappointed, she flopped backwards and stared at the ceiling. If she really wanted to give her friend, the demon Ifry, the best wedding gift, then she had to practice summoning. She didn't want to make the same mistake as she did in her youth and chain the soul of Ifry's father to Earth. The demon she had summoned back then had become a wonderful friend to her. Until the day she realized that she would never be able to go home again. Celine had realized too late that Jinara was becoming increasingly less empathetic, until the demon had ultimately tried to kill her.

“The good old days,” Celine murmured, sitting up straight again to study the book once more.

“Maybe my elven is rusty?“ the witch wondered and turned to the door, ‘Hey Rilliana, can you come here a moment?’

A moment later, the blonde elf Rilliana appeared in Celine's study.

”Oh, you're already awake? What's up?” she asked curiously and looked amused at the circle with the objects and the bananas.

“One of our neighbors just flew over our house at supersonic speed and woke me up. I thought, since I'm already awake, ... However, I've encountered a problem. Can you translate this for me?” Celine asked, handing her the book, ”I... want to practice summoning, but... well, you see what happens.”

“No problem,“ Rilliana said, taking the book in her hands. When she read the page Celine had opened, she turned pale as a ghost.

”What?“

”Nothing.“

”Rilliana?”

“It's nothing!“ Rilliana said, panicked, but Celine didn't believe a word of it, and before the elf could flee, she snapped her fingers and the door slammed shut.

”Hiiiiiii!” Rilliana cried out in fright and jumped up, while Celine towered over her like a seething thunderstorm.

“What have you done?“ Her magically amplified voice thundered, and Rilliana cowered.

 

”I see, and a Ksii goes here?” Celine asked, noting the change on a piece of paper. Rilliana nodded with a bright red head and said, ”I think so...”

“You think?” Celine asked, slightly annoyed, turning to the blonde standing next to her in an embarrassing Christmas elf costume. Celine had forced her to put on black high-heeled ankle boots with bells at the tip that jingled with each of her steps. Instead of her usual trousers, she was wearing skin-tight red and white striped latex leggings, and over her upper body she wore a Christmas-like green shirt with a wide black leather belt. Around her neck she wore a Christmas elf-style ruff, around which Celine had additionally fastened a collar. The costume was rounded off by a green elf cap, which seemed to be stuck on her golden hair. At its end, another bell tinkled with every movement Rilliana made. To prevent the elf from causing mischief, her hands were tied in front of her body in a white bag that was closed with a leather strap.

“How can you still only "think" with your 800 years of experience?“

”Summoning is not my area of expertise, as elven magic is not exactly compatible with it,” Rilliana explained, trying to decipher the rune that had almost been blurred beyond recognition by her mishap 800 years ago.

“I mean... it should be a Ksii.”

“Rilliana, if I draw this wrong, I could accidentally summon a... a... a Hammerhead Shark or something,” Celine said irritably, putting her hands on her hips.

“I know,” the elf mumbled meekly and dropped her head onto her chest. Celine snorted. Even though Rilliana was now over twenty times older than she, she was still the same scatterbrained girl she had always been.

“You're really impossible,“ Celine murmured back and closed the elf in her arms. She held her gently, and after a brief hesitation, Rilliana laid her head on the red-haired woman's shoulder.

”You're not angry with me for almost breaking your book?” Rilliana asked after Celine had let go of her.

“No, it's fine. After all, you tried to bring us back, but punishment is necessary,” Celine said, waving her fingers in the air. Immediately, a drawer opened and a golden ball gag shot out of it. It was thrust into the surprised elf's mouth and locked with a click at the back of her neck. Rilliana raised an eyebrow.

“What?” ‘It completes your outfit.’ ‘Now shut up while I try again,’ Celine said with a mischievous smile, turning back to the circle. She placed her hands on its edge and spoke the ancient words again. The circle glowed blue, brighter than before, and Celine knew immediately that it would work this time. The light blinded them both and there was a loud bang, while black and blue smoke billowed out of the circle and filled Celine's study. It smelled strongly of sulfur and stung her eyes. Coughing and rubbing her eyes, Celine stumbled back while the elf waved the smoke aside until the witch had caught herself. She cast a simple spell and a window swung open, allowing the smoke to quickly escape.

“Now then, let's see. Where is this low-level demon?” Celine murmured feverishly as the smoke cleared, but when it revealed the floor, she and Rilliana gasped.

“Um,” she said, stunned, staring at the person in front of her, while Rilliana, equally shocked, wondered what exactly a low demon was. In the summoning circle between the lamp, the bananas, and the vibrator, lay a woman with dark red hair. Two green horns sprouted from her head and a long parting hid the right side of her face, which turned a lighter shade of red. She had her visible eye closed and seemed to be sleeping, as could be concluded from the long black Metall Band shirt and baggy pajama bottoms. The little skin they could see under the large leathery wings was a pale green. Finally, she had a long tail that wrapped around her body and ended in a nasty-looking stinger. It reminded Rilliana of a kind of manticore or chimera, not like the illustrations in the books she had seen, but she shared some of the characteristics with the four-legged beasts. The woman slept relaxed, but all the alarm bells rang in Rilliana's head.

“Mmmmh Fefin?” Rilliana asked worriedly through the gag and took a step back, as the last summoning of a demon she had attended had razed an entire castle to the ground. Celine's house would be a snap of the fingers away from being blown up.

“No problem, I have salt,“ Celine said quickly, and with a wave of her hand a box of salt appeared. The white crystals poured out of it and locked the woman in front of them in a circle.

”Not even Ifry can get through it, so don't worry.”

“Mmmmh,” Rilliana murmured, worried, and took another step towards her. One of her bells jingled loudly, startling the woman in front of them. Her eye opened, and Rilliana and Celine could see in a matter of seconds that the stranger's expression changed from bewilderment to panic as she was stared at by two strangers in her own bedroom. Another second passed before she realized that she was no longer in her bedroom but lying in a strange room, surrounded by things from her apartment. They had even stolen her vibrator! She jumped up in a single leap.

“What the hell is going on here?“ she shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Celine and Rilliana, looking a bit puzzled at the elf standing there, tied up and in that embarrassing costume. Celine cleared her throat and the stranger looked away from Rilliana.

”Hey demon, I'm sorry to bother you, I just wanted…”

“DEMON? Are you kidding me?“ she asked indignantly and kicked the salt circle, ‘I'm not a demon, you idiots! This is an absolute outrage, I was lying relaxed in my bed for a moment and you kidnap me and steal my... my...’ the stranger points speechlessly to the floor and to her vibrator.

”Well... I'm still practicing”

“PRACTICE?!” the stranger looked at Celine, stunned. The witch looked at Rilliana, who shrugged and giggled to herself.

“I'm really sorry, it won't happen again. Let me just bring you back,” Celine said, letting her magic wander into the magic circle. There was a loud bang as a bunch of ropes and duct tape appeared next to the stranger and fell to the ground.

“Or... you're stealing more of my stuff?” the stranger asked with a raised eyebrow when she recognized her ropes.

“Like I said, I'm still practicing,” Celine muttered, embarrassed, while Rilliana tried desperately to suppress her laughter. However, the elf fell silent the moment Celine and the stranger's eyes met hers.

“What are you jokers' names, anyway? And what about her?”

“Ah, I'm sorry, um, so I'm Celine, the mistress of the house and owner of the fetish company C&T, and the elf is my employee Rilliana. She almost ruined the spell book and I had to teach her a little lesson,” Celine explained, which put a smile on the stranger's lips, while Rilliana bowed slightly, ”And what is your name?”

“Crimson,” she said almost casually, while watching the elf intensely, who immediately noticed and blushed, ‘and since I'll probably have to stay here for a while... what kind of products do you have in stock? Maybe I'll take some home with me as compensation.’

Celine raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Yes, that seems fair,“ she said with a shrug, but hesitated for a moment as she looked at Crimson again.

”I can show you around a bit if you want and show you a few things. However, I ask you not to use magic or your,” Celine nodded to Crimson's tail tip, ”stinger there.”

Crimson narrowed her visible eye to a slit. She wrinkled her forehead and was visibly confused.

“I don't know any magic and I can keep my stinger under control.”

Now it was Celine's turn to wrinkle her forehead, and she cast another tracking spell that clearly showed that Crimson had a seething volcano inside.

“Um, okay? But we'll still cover your stinger. Here, hold on,” Celine said, turning to a workbench to look for something and handing Crimson Rilliana's leash. The manticore accepted it in puzzlement and smiled at the elf, while Rilliana shyly looked away.

“You're cute. Maybe I'll take you with me too.”

Celine chuckled and Rilliana looked up hastily, shaking her head.

“Tempting after the trick she played on me with the book, but unfortunately we need her here, occasionally. For today's demonstration alone, Rilliana is really helpful. So, done,” Celine murmured at last, turning back to Crimson. In her hand she held a black leather bag. With a swing of her hand, it flew to Crimson's tail and covered it. The belt at the opening tightened and a click made it clear to everyone that Crimson's stinger remained sealed under the shiny leather.

“A small safety precaution,“ Celine murmured and looked up just in time to see Crimson's cheeks flush auburn. She quickly turned away so that her guest would not see her smile.

”Let's go,” Celine said simply and led the way. Surprised, Crimson looked after her and then at Rilliana, who was just as baffled, following the witch's swinging backside.

“Let's go then,” Crimson repeated, grinning down at Rilliana, who looked up shyly and flinched slightly when Crimson spread her wings. She pulled the elf along behind her and followed Celine down a staircase. Crimson had almost expected to see stone corridors and torchlight in a dungeon, but instead the three women went down a staircase with wooden steps into a brightly lit, white-tiled room. It looked like a laboratory. Crimson could see machines and pieces of furniture here and there whose uses were beyond her. She knew others only too well and a tingling sensation spread in her stomach.

“I would have expected you to take me to a dungeon now,“ Crimson said.

”Well, that's on the other side,“ Celine said, knocking on the tiled wall. Crimson's curiosity was immediately aroused.

”Can we take a little detour there, too?” she asked with an innocent expression, and Celine gave her a look over her shoulder.

“Maybe another time, when we know each other a bit better,” Celine said and stopped in front of a cylinder attached to the floor that looked like an ordinary Sybian. A little disappointed, Crimson stood next to it while Rilliana anxiously eyed the orgasm machine on the floor.

“Soooo... a Sybian? Wow, that's... that's something, ” Crimson said, and Celine immediately noticed the dry undertone in her voice.

“Well, not just that. Why don't you put our test subject on it and see for yourself?” Celine said, grinning at Rilliana, who immediately widened her eyes and took a step back, only to be painfully reminded that Crimson still held her leash and pulled back on it. The elf stumbled forward and shook her head.

“Rilliana, punishment must be served and our honored guest wants to see what we have, so move, move!” Celine ordered and Crimson pushed the reluctant elf onto the device. Immediately, metal rails shot out of it and bound around Rilliana's thighs and ankles.

“As you can see, there is no escape once you are seated. Besides, you can give it further orders to tie up,” Celine commented and showed Crimson a remote control that she took out of the device, ‘Of course, you can integrate the collar.’

She pressed a button and straps shot from the Sybian to the collar, fixing the elf even more so that she could neither move forward nor backward.

“Yes, but you could do that with a normal Sybian, right?” Crimson asked.

“That's right, but of course you can also use it on your own. So for self-bondage,” Celine said and saw amusedly how Crimson's eyebrow twitched briefly.

“And that's not even every function. Why don't you try it out?” Celine asked and handed the remote control to Crimson. The elf's pleading look wandered to Crimson, who was now studying the buttons. When the start button was pressed, the Sybian began to hum, and Rilliana closed her eyes as the machine massaged her crotch through the latex pants. With repeated presses of the plus button, the Sybian grew louder and Rilliana also began to hum into the gag.

“Yes, but...” Crimson began when she saw a lightning button. With a grin, she pressed it, but nothing happened. A little disappointed, she looked at Celine.

“Yes?”

“The electric shocks don't work.”

“Oh. Of course not. Rilliana is wearing latex, after all. Try the collar,” Celine explained, and the elf, who had just been relieved, suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked up at Crimson, pleadingly. But Crimson pressed the right button without further ado, and Rilliana began to tremble as electric shocks were conducted through the straps to her neck, and a short scream escaped her throat.

“Mmmmh,“ Crimson murmured.

”Like I said, it's all set up for self-bondage, you just have to program it first. Besides, the Sybian has a... you know what? Rilliana will just show you. Go to the highest level,“ Celine suggested, and Crimson did as she was told, pressing the plus button several times until the hum of the Sybian filled the entire room and Rilliana began to breathe faster and slowly turned red in the face.

”Now quickly press the pause button,” Celine said with a smile, and Crimson looked at her briefly as Rilliana came closer and closer to an orgasm. She pressed the button and nothing happened, except that Rilliana became even redder and louder. She wasn't even sure if the elf was even aware of her anymore.

“And now?”

“She won't come.”

“What?”

"The Sybian will now heat her up until she's on the verge of orgasm, but then she won't be able to go any further, No matter what she does,” Celine explained, grinning demonically, and now Crimson understood. Shocked, she looked down at Rilliana and sure enough, she was as red as a tomato and breathing fast, but it seemed as if she was on the verge of orgasm and couldn't make it over the final hurdle.

“Of course, you have a few options here as well. Such as electric shocks until she comes down again or my personal favorite: just switch off. The test subject's face was priceless,” Celine said with a grin, showing Crimson the corresponding buttons, but the manticore didn't operate them and instead knelt down to the elf's eye level. Rillianas' eyes were now open and looked pleadingly at Crimson.

“Of course it has more functions, but I think that would be beyond the scope of this demonstration,“ Celine said casually.

”I'll take it,” Crimson said, pressing the pause button again. Immediately, the room was filled with a bloodcurdling scream as Rilliana was finally allowed to come. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she fought in vain against her bonds as wave after wave hit her.

“Excellent,” Celine said, grinning broadly, and plucked the remote control from Crimson's hand. With the push of a button, all the restraints came off the Sybian and Rilliana tipped over backwards instantly, but Crimson quickly caught her and put her down next to the machine. Small bubbles could be seen around the edge of the ball gag.

“Sorryyyy,” Crimson murmuredto the elf, but Celine dismissed the apology and freed Rilliana from her bonds and the gag with a wave of her hand.

“Don't worry, she's fine. She's been through a lot worse,” Celine laughed and went to the next product. Crimson looked back at Rilliana and the Sybian before following the witch. On a pedestal in front of them were collars with small crystals in their center.

“And what do they do?” Crimson asked.

“Oh, nothing special, frankly. They just suppress magic and make sure the wearer has to walk around in a fairy tale dress for hours,” Celine said, holding it up, “Care to try it?”

“Eeeeeeeeeh, I'd rather not thank you,“ said Crimson, stepping back so that the red-haired witch wouldn't get any funny ideas.

”Hoooo, too bad?” Celine asked, looking past Crimson's shoulder at Rilliana, who was slowly regaining her legs. The elf stumbled towards her and stood swaying next to Crimson.

“Do you want Rilliana?“ Celine asked, but the elf looked wide-eyed when she saw the familiar necklaces and shook her head.

”Disappointing,” Celine murmured and put it back disappointed, ”mmmh, what else can I show you...”

“What's that?” Crimson suddenly asked, pointing at a female iron maiden. She was forged from smooth iron and adorned with crystals and runes. They were embedded in the metal and combined to form the silhouette of a woman. Only her face was empty and unadorned, which made a strange impression.

“Not for sale,“ Celine said simply and wanted to move on, but Crimson frowned and didn't move from the spot.

”Why?“

”Well... I haven't had that much time to test it yet,“ Celine said and knocked against the iron. Crimson expected an empty sound, but instead it was dull.

”Do you need to check that none of the nails pierce anyone?”

“No, no. The last person was quite satisfied after using it, though not responsive for the next few hours,“ Celine said, about to move on, but Crimson still didn't move.

”What's in there?“

Celine sighed.

”I'm sorry, Rilliana,” she said simply, grabbing the elf before she could react and opening the iron maiden.

“Wait, what?” Rilliana asked in surprise, stumbling into the iron darkness before Crimson could take a look inside. The witch quickly slammed the door shut, and Crimson and Celine heard the elf's banging from the inside for a moment, until it faded away and was replaced by moaning. At the same time, an image of Rilliana's face appeared on the iron maiden. Crimson licked her lips when she saw the lust in the elf's eyes.

“What's in there?” she asked again, and Celine grinned.

“Let's take a look,” the witch said, opening the door, this time with a little effort, and Crimson immediately understood why. Instead of nails, the iron maiden had tentacles that caressed the elf from top to bottom. They had pushed through her clothes, and the tentacles in the door longingly reached for Rilliana to completely enclose the elf.

“Wow,” said Crimson, her mouth falling open.

“Yeah, like I said, still in the testing phase. We won't get them out of there anytime soon,” Celine shrugged, closing the door, ‘Shall we continue?’

But Crimson didn't want to. She was envious of the elf's situation and wanted to experience the same as she did. Her biting her own lower lip was all Celine needed to see to understand how her guest felt.

“All right. But it's still not for sale,” she said, opening the iron maiden again. Crimson, who hadn't heard what Celine had said, blinked questioningly and confusedly until the witch pushed her unceremoniously into the depths of the tentacles and locked the iron maiden behind her. Shaking her head, she left her showroom.

“Why do I always have only the really perverted people over?” she laughed softly.

 

Inside the iron maiden, Crimson was pushed against Rilliana with a blow and the tentacle's slime soaked her pajamas within seconds. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel the movements of the elf and the tentacles around her. They wrapped around her arms and legs and fixed her. Crimson was mesmerized by the feel of the tentacle on her skin and moaned as one of them found its way to her crotch. She opened her mouth and another one was pressed into her mouth to silence her.

I need this at home! It shot through her mind and she began to playfully resist the tentacles and to struggle. They reacted immediately to Crimson and tightened their grip around her body, pressing her harder against the elf, so that they had to embrace each other. Blindly tied up and unable to defend themselves against the tentacles' attack, both captives groaned. Inside the iron maiden, in the dark cellar of the red-haired witch Celine, who was now making herself a cup of tea and was already thinking about her exercises again.

 

“Now it should work,” Celine murmured and let her magic flow into the incantation circle. Mist shot out of it and in the next moment there was a bang as a small red demon appeared a hand's breadth above the ground and looked around in puzzlement.

“Finally,” she said and made a swivel with her hand. Before the demon could complain about why he was summoned, he disappeared again and the witch sank to the ground contentedly. She turned to the door when she saw a movement and saw her adoptive sister Trisha looking through the door. The shifter was unusually wearing the clothes of her company, as if she was expecting guests.

“Yo!“ Trisha said and her cat ears twitched slightly as her nose caught the smell of sulfur from the summoning.

”What's up?” Celine asked smiling.

“Our neighbors are asking if a few friends could come over. Something about a reunion. Nothing big,“ Trisha said, looking interested at the summoning circle.

”Shouldn't be a problem as long as you keep your ears hidden,“ Celine said, closing her book.

”Yeah, but I still have to prepare a few things. Do you know where Rilliana is? I haven't seen her since this morning.”

“Oh,“ Celine said, blushing bright red as she remembered Crimson and Rilliana spending the whole day in the iron maiden.

”Maybe I should give Crimson a little discount,” Celine murmured guiltily and hurried down the stairs.

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