Satana’s punishment 3

Another 30 minute thing to make my morning before work productive.

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Satana felt the tug of her new leash as her new master, a Northern sounding man, continued to walk her through what she assumed was the dungeon. Satana herself couldn’t see or even speak as this was done, her mouth and throat filled with a cock gag that went down her throat, and a blindfold over her eyes. All she was able to do was to cast spells when her master wished it. She was still bound by the cuffs on her, but the human was able to remove them, unlike her. All her bondage was blessed by the gods above, like with cursed items on most races, excluding demons that is, they stuck to her like they had been glued on, only a non demon could take it off of her.

At first Satana had been worried by the sounds of rattling bones and the squeaks she heard, they were on the early floors of the dungeon, an area of mineshafts that went on for miles all around, filled with the skeletons of deceased miners who’s undead corpses sought to extinguish the life force of the living. Satana had fought her way through such a place not too long ago, back when she was simply a healer, rather than a bound heal slut waiting at the whim of her master to heal his wounds, and maybe, to make him… less stressed.

There is the sound of fighting ahead, a fireball was fired off and the sound of clattering bones on the dirt floor of the mine. Satana made a questioning sound as they approached, though by the sedated pace of her new master, he wasn’t worried. Considering that very few if any of the skeletal creatures down here were mages, then perhaps this was a human mage or something.

“There you are Barnon! Why the hell did you run- behind you!” Satana heard the tell tale sound of a magical spell being prepared and realised that he must be aiming at her. With her hands still bound she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. All she could do was make a distressed noise and move closer to where her master was, her uncovered breasts rubbing against the strong muscular back of her master.

“Hold your spell wizard, she is mine, and I won’t have you damaging my property,” the barbarian from the north declared. At the sound of the spell fizzling out, Satana was relieved that the danger had hopefully past. Then she felt herself being pulled forward by the collar and she quickly fell to the ground in front of her master. She made a pitiful sound as she fell, and did her best to get up from it while her hands were bound. She had gotten to her knees when she felt a pair of gloved hands slide across her body, across her breasts, and up to her chin.

“How did you manage to blindfold and gag her?” the man asked. Satana couldn’t really place the accent, only that it sounded refined.

“I didn’t, when I drank from a fountain, she came like this,” her master said.

“Truly? You’re a very lucky man then I would say, binding a succubus,” Satana felt the gloved hand on her face begin to stroke it, and she pressed her face into the stroking, enjoying the sensation, finding how demeaning it was to be, erotic. “Well let us say that it’s the dream of all acolyte wizards in the guild, and more often than not, those who attempt it are not as prepared as they believe themselves to be… do you mind if I?” the mage asked a leading question and her master snorted.

“Get your rocks off mage. I need you in top condition before we head to the next floor,” was all he said. Satana felt a hand on the clasp of her gag and once more, she felt the long cock begin to slowly be pulled from her throat. As it was pulled away, Satana left her mouth open, pushed her tongue out, and let her breath continue to stay ragged as she looked in the direction of the mage, knowing what he wished to do. Not that Satana would object after all, she loved the feeling and taste of a wonderful cock sliding into her mouth and violating her.

It was what she was made for after all.

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Another 30 minute Barony snippet, showing the continuing adventures of the bound healslut Satana and her master, Barnon the Barbarian.