Comet and Polaris
By Big Brother Alan - BigBrother-Alan@earthlink.net
Polaris, the most powerful and evil wizard on Earth must be destroyed by Comet


Part One

I am known as Polaris and since draining the powers of my arch nemesis
Arcturus, I am the most powerful wizard on Earth. And with unmatched power
comes unmatched privilege. I have wealth and luxuries and unimaginable
freedoms. But my heart's desires steer me to women. My position brings me
uncountable women who want to link themselves to me one way or another.

But I disdain these women. They may be beautiful and they may be skilled in
the ways of love and sex and they may even be quite clever enchantresses but I
want nothing to do with them. No, my desire is to have women who either
despise me or who love other men. Since acquiring my position atop the magical
world I have raped six of my most vocal and outspoken critics. And though she
wasn't a critic, I raped number seven last night.

My first rape was almost an accident. I didn't begin it with rape in mind.
Danna had confronted me to scold me for abusing my powers and we argued.
Before long, magic was flying even though she must have known she was no match
for me. I disarmed her magically and then simply overpowered her with brute
force. It was exhilarating. Holding her down and ripping her clothes off with
my bare hands gave me a thrill I had never experienced before. I made her suck
my cock before plunging into her pussy with all my might. Her face was tear
streaked and she whimpered and sobbed like the weak witch she is. I suspect
she had never been forced before and to have it happen without magic must have
made it seem all the more unbearable.

My next rapes were more planned. Premeditated, actually. Famir was next.
Followed by Quinta, Salome, Banta, and Zadith. Each of these women was an
enemy of mine and had shown open opposition to my rule. For some, I toyed with
them magically. With Quinta I actually allowed her magic to shred my clothes
before subduing her. With many, I enjoyed using a difficult spell called
"slavita" that makes my target obey my every command. This charm is especially
enjoyable since the victim knows and understands everything going on but is
incapable of resisting. Forcing my enemies to perform a striptease or to
finger themselves or to suck on my cock is the ultimate thrill.

Last night I was bored. I could think of no more women who opposed me. But
wait a minute! I thought of a beautiful young witch who had never been
involved in political squabbles. But she had never wished me well or tried to
ingratiate herself to me, either. Her name is Aurora and I knew of her because
she is a member of a very old family involved in commerce. She is the daughter
of a shopkeeper who sells books and potions. I saw her once when I was in her
father's shop and I remember being quite taken by her beauty. Most witches use
their magic to beautify themselves and she may do so as well but her magic has
given her an incomparable beauty.

Aurora was recently married to a young wizard and if I remembered correctly
they were both madly in love. Well, I couldn't have that now, could I? I
transported myself to her father's shop where I looked for traces of her
magic. This would lead me to her. Ah, there it was. She was there no more than
three hours before. Concentrating on her magic I followed it to her bedroom.
There she was lying next to her husband, both of them sleeping the sleep of
the innocent, completely unaware that I was standing over them.

I brought up the lights. I had nothing to fear from these two. Aurora's
husband awoke first and quickly sat up in bed. He reached for his wand but
with a flick of my wrist I sent him flying against the wall. I left him pinned
in that position mute but with eyes wide open. Aurora awoke from the
disturbance and let out a short scream. She bunched the sheets up against her
naked body and a look of utter horror overcame her as she saw her beloved
husband pinned helpless against the wall. "What do you want?" she asked me
with a trembling voice.

"What do you think I want? You are beautiful and young and so innocent. Did
you think you could evade my notice by minding your own business and loving
your husband?"

Aurora frantically grasped for her wand and I let her. She flicked it at me
but her magic was slow and feeble. I deflected her disarming charm and her
transfixing charm. She tried to unpin her husband but that failed as well. She
tried to transport herself away but I pulled her back almost effortlessly. As
a show of superiority I slowly put my own wand away and stood with my arms
outstretched, seemingly disarming myself. "Go ahead. Blast me. If you don't
I'm going to rape you as your helpless husband watches." She hesitated. She
sensed a trap. "I'm disarmed. Are you afraid to kill someone? Do it now or
I'll make you suck my cock." Tears streamed down her face but she couldn't or
wouldn't point her wand at my chest. "Kill me now," I shouted. "In five
seconds I'm going to fuck you up the ass and then your husband will watch as
you lick your own juices off my cock."

She glanced quickly at her husband whose eyes were telling her in every way
possible to blast a hole in my chest. Tearfully she pointed her wand at my
chest. It seemed like slow motion and I waved her attack away with nothing
more than a flick of my wrist. With my other hand palm up I motioned her to a
standing position on the bed. The bed sheets fell off her amazing body as she
stood before me completely nude. She was powerless to resist.

Her husband was straining against his invisible binds. I made a "come here"
motion with my fingers and as she approached the end of the bed I had her step
onto the floor. With a flourish of my fingers she began undressing me. There
was a look of fear and loathing in her eyes and I didn't like that. So I
magically filled her with lust and desire. I wanted her husband to see his
beautiful wife make love to me as if I were the only man in the world for her.

She caressingly undressed me and began to kiss my chest. She took a small bite
of my nipple and I had her let out a moan of pleasure. Her mind was
undoubtedly in turmoil as I choreographed her every move but there was
absolutely nothing she could do. I had her slide to her knees where she
lovingly nestled her face in my groin. She took me into her mouth and began
sucking madly. This rape was exciting me beyond anything I had ever felt
before and my cock was as hard as I could have ever made it, even by using
magic.

Aurora rose to her feet licking her lips and moaning a sigh of disappointment
that I didn't cum in her mouth. She moved over to an upholstered chair near
the foot of her bed and directly in front of her helpless husband. She draped
herself over the chair and arched her pelvis up. For an added touch, I had her
plead me to fuck her in the ass. "Oh, Polaris. Please let me feel your cock in
my ass. I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone before."

"But Aurora, what about your husband? Aren't you ashamed to let him see you
like this?"

"No, Polaris. He is just a boy and he doesn't know how to please me. I want
you to show him. Please fuck my ass. I beg of you."

My erection was pounding. This was better than anything I could have ever
imagined. I positioned myself behind Aurora's perfect ass. She was fingering
herself and rubbing her juices back toward her ass. When I moved in close
enough she took hold of my cock and guided me into her anus. I fucked her hard
and deep and I had her moan and coo even though in her mind she was screaming
out from the pain and the humiliation and the violation. Her mind wanted her
to cry, to rage against me, to kill me. Her husband was thinking much darker
thoughts when he wasn't suffering at his wife's rape.

I didn't cum in Aurora's ass. Instead, I pulled out and took a step backwards.
"Oh. Polaris. Why didn't you cum in my ass. I want you so badly. Why do you
make me suffer so? I wanted to feel your semen coursing into my ass."

"Be patient Aurora. You may use your mouth now if you desire."

Aurora's eyes lit up like a child's as she sprang to her knees before me. She
didn't hesitate but took me in her mouth and sucked me as she caressed my ass
and my balls. "Aurora, would you like to take me all the way into your throat?
I'll let you do that if it excites you."

"Uh huh, uh huh," she hummed as she nodded her head up and down. I took her
head in my hands and rammed my cock all the way down her throat. I rammed
myself back and forth, back and forth as she took in deep breaths through her
nose. I glanced over at her husband, tears streaming down his face, his limp
body still held pinned to the wall.

The sight of her husband's helplessness brought forth the stirrings of my
orgasm. I looked down at Aurora's beautiful face with my swollen cock filling
her mouth and throat. I put a look of extreme ecstasy on her face though I
knew her to be suffering unbearable sorrow. The power of it all brought me the
most complete and long lasting ejaculation I had ever experienced. I continued
to hump Aurora's face to milk myself of every last drop of cum and as my
erection subsided and she could breathe more easily, I had her slurp and lick
my penis as if she were a hungry and starving shipwrecked castaway.

"Oh, please Polaris. Not so soon. Surely you're not done yet. I want you
inside my pussy. I want to feel your manhood filling me completely."

"It's okay Aurora. I haven't forgotten about your pleasure. Lay down on the
bed and I'll give you what you want."

She jumped to the bed and began writhing and squirming in anticipation. My own
skill and cleverness surprised me that night. I had never so completely
orchestrated a woman's moves and words and expressions before. I firmly
believe my magical powers were becoming even stronger as a result of these
rapes, as if I was drawing the magic out of my victims.

Aurora looked at my flaccid penis and a look of pouting sorrow filled her
face. "Not to worry, my sweet." With a flourish of my left hand, I gave myself
an almost instant erection. Aurora's eyes lit up as she moaned cooingly. With
a flourish of my right wrist, I increased the size of my penis by half,
something I had never been able to do before. Aurora took on a hungry look and
began to lick her lips. "No, Aurora. You can't take me into your mouth again.
I have saved this for your sweet wet cunt."

I clambered over her anxious body as she spread her legs, took my enlarged
ten-inch cock into her hands and arched her pelvis to meet me. She pulled me
into her hungry pussy and I plunged in with all my weight. I could feel the
tip of my penis bump against her uterine wall as I rammed her again and again.
She moaned faster and louder as I thrust into her pussy. "Please, my Polaris.
More. More. I want you to fill me up." Her moans turned to screams of pleasure
as she hungrily devoured my cock. "Yes... yes... yes... I don't ever want
anyone else again. I want you. I want you. Please. Fuck me with everything
you've got."

She came in a screaming paroxysm of sexual pleasure and I kept on fucking her.
I allowed her orgasm to be real and I could tell that she was feeling serious
discomfort as I continued to ram her after she had climaxed. But she just kept
asking for more and more. I continued to fuck her for thirty minutes and I
magically induced two more orgasms in her before stopping. Her pussy was red
and swollen as I pulled out of her but she continued to ask for more. "No,
Aurora. You've had enough. Your husband will think you're a whore if you keep
begging for my cock."

I released her husband from his bonds and he slumped to the floor, a limp,
broken, and anguished man. As I departed, Aurora continued to beg me. "Let me
suck you one more time. Let me lick your ass. Please fuck me again. I beg of
you." Her pleading voice faded as I transported myself away. I must plan my
next rape well. It will be difficult to top this one.

Part Two

My name is Comet and an evil has been filling the world of late. It is growing
and I fear my hermit-like existence is about to change. I am a witch and for
these last two hundred odd years I have lived apart from the rest of the
world. But I sense that I am needed. A sorrow so heavy, so great, is drawing
me to it. I allow myself to be drawn and I find myself in the bedchamber of a
young wizard and his witch wife. They could see me if they wanted to but right
now they are focusing their entire beings on each other. I dare not intrude
but perhaps if I could enter their minds for a moment I could understand what
they need and how I could help them.

Oh, God. The ordeal they just went through drops me to my knees. I can barely
hold myself up against their anguish. Tears cloud my vision but I don't need
to see them to help. I gently allow each to understand what the other went
through as a way of helping them heal. They still don't know I'm here but I
feel them inwardly wince as each begins to understand and to heal. I leave
them to each other but not before filling them - reminding them, really - of
their own love for each other. They can never forget but at least they can
love each other.

This Polaris is a powerful warlock to have done what he did. He is delving
deeply into dark magic that hasn't been experienced by many in the eleven
hundred years of my own knowledge.

His magic reeks and I have no difficulty following it to him. He is in an
armchair in front of a fireplace swirling a brandy. He seems to be in great
contemplation but there is a look of immense satisfaction on his evil face. I
must be very careful not to be noticed. Suddenly he looks up directly at me. I
completely empty my thoughts and I allow my muscles to relax and I shield
myself so that his gaze bends around me. After a moment or two, he returns his
eyes to his fireplace and his brandy.

I won't be able to enter his mind while he's awake. He will surely detect me
and he might even be able to trap me there. I will wait till he sleeps. After
an hour or two he finally enters his bedchamber and sleeps. I wait for him to
begin dreaming before gently peeking in. When I do, his dreams are startling
and evil. I nudge him to dream about his recent past. I see his evil deeds of
this evening, but I have to continually steer him back to them, banishing
every intruding dream that he tries to bring forth. He still isn't aware of my
presence and even if he becomes aware he will think me a dream too.

Over the next several hours I was able to glean from him the extent of his
evil. I care not for his political battles. His defeat of Arcturus was simply
the inevitable result of one evil wizard over another. But Polaris' evil
abuses of innocents must stop. I don't know how I'll accomplish it but I know
that he cannot continue to gain strength by the suffering of others.

Danna, Famir, Quinta, Salome, Banta, Zadith, and Aurora had much magic taken
from them. Polaris doesn't seem to realize yet that when a Warlock takes large
amounts of magic from Witches it leads to a very powerful and hard-to-control
dark magic. I have to hope he isn't already too powerful for me and I have to
somehow give his Witches' magic back to its owners.

Now that I know the identities of Polaris' victims I can summon them when
needed. That may help me. But I must await morning before confronting him.
It's safest to fight evil Warlocks in the light of day and the morning's light
is the best of all.

I retreat to my burrow to prepare myself. As I stand in front of my mirror I
see my familiar body as I've seen it so many times these many centuries. I
don't know if I'll ever grow old or how I'll look when I do but right now my
body is petite and lithe. I stretch to my full height of five feet and I tie
my red hair behind my back. I don't want my waist-length hair to get in my way
if it comes to blows.

I remove my wispy veils and shawls. I'd rather not let them be spoiled. As I
begin to step into my tights I am suddenly awed by my small size. My breasts
are small but round and tight and fit my proportions well, I think. I jump up
and down a few times to see if anything has changed since the last time I
gazed at myself so intently sixty-five years ago. My breasts bounce with the
same old spring that I remember. Perky, you might say. I've always liked my
pert little breasts and if I meet a man who doesn't like them he can just go
somewhere else. I'm not changing them.

I turn sideways to look at my butt. I know this is stupid but about eight
hundred years ago when I was young and impressionable, a lover of mine told me
he became excited by a round ass. He would make a motion with his hand as if
he were following the contours of a woman's behind. His hand would start at
the upper back and follow the elongated "S" of the spine. As his hand
approached the imaginary figure's butt its angle would rotate to about
forty-five degrees and then curvingly trace part of a circle until his hand
was flat and palm up, having bumped into the imaginary figure's legs. I
tweaked my ass several times until I got it the way he liked and I've never
changed it since.

But I've never once changed my pubic area. My hair is naturally red and no
amount of wishing allows me to grow thick enough or long enough pubic hair to
hide my labia. I could use magic but I take an odd pride in leaving myself
fairly unchanged. If a man doesn't want to see my vagina he has no business
looking at my naked body.

But I must stop reminiscing and spend my remaining hours in preparation. I
step into my green one-piece tights. I like these because they are so flexible
and sheer and snug I almost feel naked. The legs are tight and end about mid
calf. The sleeves also end short, coming to the middle of my forearms. The
neck scoops low in both the front and the back. The legs, sleeves and neck are
all trimmed in small brown triangles that flap a bit in the wind. In bright
light the material is sheer enough to see through but that helps me feel magic
and it can't be helped. I never wear shoes and today I will leave off any
headwear.

I prepare myself by meditating and remembering all the other times I've faced
danger. Remembering past battles helps take my mind off my petite and weak
body. I have a feeling this battle will be decided solely by magic and if I
can't defeat Polaris magically, he will easily manipulate me physically and I
will be at his mercy. And knowing his penchant for rape and debasement, it
will not be pleasant for me.

Morning arrives. Transporting to Greenbed, my favorite place in the whole
world, I check to see that it hasn't been disturbed. Greenbed is a bowl shaped
mountain meadow and I see many rabbits in the grass as well as a small herd of
mountain goats. They keep the grass chewed low so it looks like humans live
here but I detect no human presence. Greenbed is surrounded on all sides by
craggy snowcapped mountains. There is a belt of trees surrounding the meadow
and growing partway up the mountain slopes until reaching the treeline. The
trees are thick and old which enhances my magic considerably.

There is a small stream bubbling along one edge of the meadow. When the snow
melts in the spring there are many small rivulets no more than two feet across
winding through the grass and leading to the stream but it is summertime and
these have dried up. If you follow the stream it will take you to a waterfall
in a crack between two of the peaks. From here you can see the expansive
valley spreading out below. There are no roads leading to Greenbed. There
aren't even any footpaths. If it were easy to build a road this place would
have been spoiled long ago.

And finally, the most obvious thing one notices when standing in Greenbed is a
series of massive stones arranged in a circle in the center of the meadow. I
brought a lover here once who said the stones reminded him of Stonehenge but I
don't think so at all. These stones don't seem cold or ancient, though they
are. Instead, the stones seem warm and alive and new. There is much life and
much magic in these stones. Most of the stones are upright, towering over my
small body. But some in the middle are lying flat and are as inviting to me as
a bed.

The direct sunlight of the morning has not yet reached the meadow. The deer
are nibbling at foliage along the edges of the woods and the rabbits seem to
be everywhere. Birds are twittering and I'm beginning to hear insect sounds -
bees visiting the clover, crickets that don't seem to realize it's morning. I
sit cross-legged on one of the low stones to await direct sunlight.

I doze momentarily but the warmth of the morning sun on my face wakes me. It
is time. Concentrating on Polaris I summon him to me. He appears about ten
paces in front of me with his back turned. It takes a quick moment for him to
realize he has been transported. He raises his head jerkily and looks around
him, surprised. He turns to face me. "Who are you and how dare you summon me?"

Still cross-legged, I reply, "My name is Comet. I summoned you here because
you have grown too evil and you must be stopped."

Polaris' face turned red with rage and through gritted teeth he said, "I don't
know who you are Sprite, but you'll curse the day you meddled with me. Why
haven't I detected you before?"

"You haven't detected me because I chose to remain undetected. Now if you'll
kindly face me and lower your arms I'll take back the magic you've stolen from
your recent victims. It won't be painful."

He instantly sent a curse my way but I was able to deflect it. This seemed to
surprise Polaris. He sent a series of curses, some fast and direct, others
slow and curving. These too, I deflected, but with more difficulty. One of his
disarming curses nicked my wand and it almost wriggled out of my hand. I rose
to a standing position on the stone as Polaris regrouped. I don't think he
expected me to resist him.

He burst into a flurry of activity sending one curse after another flying at
my body. It was all I could do to deflect them all. I felt my green tights
shredding in various places but some of his slashing curses deflected back to
him. We were both standing among flying daggers and our clothes were ripping
and tearing. Arrgh. That one hurt. My upper arm was cut and bleeding.

"You are no match for me little Comet. I have been wondering how I would
choose my next victim and you have solved my problem for me. I will enjoy
ravishing your lithe little body." Polaris was strong. His magic was dark and
even here in this most magical place and with bright morning sunlight aiding
me I couldn't hold him off much longer. I tried to melt into nothingness so I
could regroup but his focus was too strong for me to disappear. He pulled me
back. "Where do you think you're going, my pretty. Now that you've stirred the
beast you must live with the consequences."

His curses ripped my left sleeve completely off and I felt the cool wind
swirling around my exposed arm and breast. He too was beginning to look like a
rag seller, his cloak and robes hanging off him in long sheets. He had a
maniacal look in his eyes as he saw that he was defeating me. He leered at me
lustfully and I could see that he was becoming aroused. My tights were almost
gone now. A small bit remained around my hips and my skin was cut and
scratched in many places. I was tiring. He sent a curse that only narrowly
missed my throat. I couldn't allow this to happen. In a frenzy, I mustered a
massive shield charm that deflected his entire barrage back at him. He flew
backwards and hit the ground hard.

I tried to take advantage of his prone condition by disarming him and pinning
him but he was enraged and flew to his feet with a massive burst of his own.
My wand flew out of my hand and I was blown back into a tall upright stone
behind me. I felt the stone soften and give beneath my head, cushioning my
impact but it was still too much for my body. The wind was knocked out of me
and I felt myself losing consciousness. Blackness descended upon me.

What strange dreams. I was in a boat bobbing on the waves. The water was pitch
black. Small jets of black water kept springing up at my head and I had to
swat them away like flies. Slowly, I came out of it. As I regained
consciousness, I realized that the black water was Polaris trying to get into
my mind. He was probing and prodding. He wanted to control me. As my eyes
opened I saw him standing above me. I was lying on my back. My legs were
spread and he was raping me. His erect penis was inside me and he was
thrusting back and forth with a savageness that matched the evil leering look
on his face. I was unable to move. It was like my already weak body had become
even weaker. My arms were lying useless at my side.

"Comet, how does it feel to be raped? You were foolish to think you could toy
with me. I'm going to draw this out. I'm going to humiliate and degrade you.
You're going to beg me to ravish your body and you're going to suffer like
you've never suffered before." And with that, he slashed his arm at me and I
felt a stinging cut tear through my skin across my chest. It was like a whip
had torn my skin away leaving a long line from my armpit down across my breast
and upper ribs. The pain was excruciating. Polaris continued to thrust into
me. I was completely helpless.

I felt his mind probing mine. He wanted me to beg him to cut me. He wanted me
to ask him if I could suck his cock. I felt him trying to force me to beg for
anal sex. But I wouldn't allow him to violate my mind. I felt his probes
entering my mind from all directions but I shielded my mind from him, only
allowing him access to the outermost thoughts and feelings. He was becoming
frustrated by his inability to control me. His face was becoming even more red
and enraged as he failed to slaviate me.

"You are strong, little Comet. But I will weaken you and you will be mine.
Perhaps I'll just keep you with me forever. I need a pixy sex slave for those
moments of boredom between my various joys. I think you just need some pain to
break down your defenses."

He slashed me two more times. One the cuts sliced my nipple and I was bleeding
badly. He thrust his hand at me in a punching motion and I felt a sickening
blow to my right breast. And then three more blows across my face. I tasted
blood in my mouth. Then, with a flourish of his hand directed at his own body
I felt his penis enlarging inside me. It was stretching me painfully and I
felt his cock poking me deep inside. A sardonic smile crossed his lips as he
resumed his violent thrusting. His mind probes became even more intense and I
wasn't sure how much longer I could hold him off. I felt my shield shrinking
smaller as he gained more and more access to my thoughts.

Out of desperation I summoned Danna, who appeared above my right shoulder. She
quickly drew her wand but Polaris threw her against a large stone, pinned and
helpless. "So you thought you'd bring help did you? This is actually better
because now I have witnesses to my utter and complete domination of you."

I summoned Famir but Polaris threw her against another stone. In quick
succession, I summoned Quinta, Salome, Banta, and Zadith. Polaris had a
momentary look of panic on his face but he fairly easily subdued them all.
"This is becoming a spectator sport little Comet. Do you really want so many
witnesses to your destruction?" Polaris didn't seem to realize it but his
magic was being spread thinly keeping six witches pinned to the surrounding
stones. His mind probes were receding. I felt power surging through my body.

I summoned Aurora, who instantly flew at Polaris with an intensity I didn't
think possible coming from her. She sent a spell at Polaris' head that ripped
some of his hair out with a sickening tear. But Polaris managed to pin her as
well. Finally, I summoned Aurora's husband who seemed to know what was
happening. He came charging at Polaris cursing him left and right. Polaris
seemed to receive two invisible kicks to the head and his raggedy cloak and
robes flew off him as if by a tornado. But Polaris regrouped even while
maintaining his thrusting rape of me. He sent a powerful blast at Aurora's
husband and managed to pin him helpless for the second time in the space of
eight hours.

"Well, well. The whole gang is here. Good. They will witness my utter
domination over you. I'm going to rape you until you bleed. Then, You're going
to plead for my cock in your ass. After that, you'll suck on me and clean your
own bloody juices off me until you've brought me to a drawn out orgasm. You'll
greedily swallow my cum and beg for more. You'll want to lick my ass and
you'll cum from the excitement of it all. You'll pledge your eternal devotion
to me and give yourself over to be my slave and do my bidding. And my main
task for you when you're not sucking my cock or licking my ass will be to find
new conquests for me. You will bring me a steady stream of young innocent
women who I can ravish as you watch and masturbate. That will be your destiny
for as long as you live."

Polaris renewed his brutal thrusting and I could tell he was building to an
orgasm as spit drooled down his mouth. But I could also feel my own strength
returning. His magic was receding from my mind. He may have thought it was his
choice to leave my mind but I was expelling him and he couldn't stop me. I
felt renewed strength in my loins. I still couldn't raise my arms or move my
legs but no longer did I feel burning, stinging and tearing in my vagina. I
felt a power emanating from between my legs. I began to squeeze his cock. At
first, he had a look of contentment and pleasure. "I see you're beginning to
enjoy my rape, you little whore," he said. "You like that don't you?"

I said nothing but continued to squeeze. His forehead was sweating and there
appeared on his face a grimace and a look of surprise. I continued my
contraction and his surprise turned to a look of panic. "Stop this, whore, or
I'll kill you." He stopped thrusting. He had no choice. I would allow no more.
Quickly, he flourished his hand to bring his cock back to its normal size and
I felt it shrink inside me. My vagina held him all the tighter. He began to
rain blows and slashes on my helpless body. My own blood was flying in all
directions and splattered him. I could hear my own voice as each thudding blow
caused me to grunt. The pain was intense. But I had long ago learned to
compartmentalize my pains. Instead of distracting me, my suffering allowed me
to focus the part of my mind that I was using to fight him.

He flourished his hand again and his erection disappeared, turning his penis
into a flaccid limp thing. But I wasn't going to let go. I squeezed him with a
grip that I was sure would tear his penis completely off. Out of desperation
Polaris began to flail at me not with magic but with his fists and
fingernails. He dug his nails into my bleeding breasts and he hit my face back
and forth many times with his fists. I felt my body limply flying in this
direction and that as blood flew from my mouth. Finally, in one desperate
attempt to force me to release him, he raised his fists together and rammed
them both down into my abdomen. The pain was unlike anything I had felt so
far. I expelled all my air and was unable to draw a breath. My body was still
limp and useless except for my punishing grip. I couldn't even brace myself as
he pummeled me again and again in my midsection and breasts. My body was
bruised and battered. I was a bloody mess.

But his own physical exertions caused him to lose his focus. Almost instantly
I felt his mind probes completely recede and my own thoughts raced into his
mind. He flew backwards as I released him and with a sickening thud he rammed
against the stone behind him and slumped into a heap on the ground. My power
surged back and I could use my limbs again. But I was a mess. The muscles
worked but the damage he inflicted on me - the torn muscles and tendons, the
bruised flesh - flooded me with almost unbearable pain. It was all I could do
to just lie there and breathe.

The one wizard and seven witches were released from their bonds. They all
approached and surrounded me as I lay motionless on the flat stone, stained
red from my own blood. They all laid their hands on my flesh and I felt their
magic surging into my broken body. My cuts and bruises began to disappear and
I felt the pain recede. "No, I'll heal in time. Don't spend your magic this
way. Save it for yourselves," I pleaded. But they didn't listen. Their
sacrifice brought tears streaming down my face. They gave me most of the magic
that they had and healed my body. It might take them decades to gain back the
magic they spent on me. The pain was gone and my cuts and bruises were no more
but I was exhausted and the memory of the pain endured. It took me several
minutes before I could sit and then stand.

"We must act quickly. We must take back the magic that Polaris stole from each
of you. And we must make sure that he cannot ever exert his evil again."

"But how?" the witches asked. "We don't know how to take magic from him and
our magic is almost gone."

"I can help you. The only way to take magic from a dark warlock is to visit
his own evil upon him. I cannot do it since it would diminish me. Only his
victims can take his magic and I can help you."

We arranged ourselves into a circle around Polaris' unconscious body. I probed
his mind and stirred him. He awoke and stood naked before us. I made him
approach Danna and ask her forgiveness. He was fighting my control but I
wasn't going to give him any maneuvering room. "Please, Danna. Forgive me."
Danna just stood there with a look of utmost contempt and hatred.

"Danna, ask him what he fears," I suggested. She did and I caused him to speak
truth. His fears had to be real, not inserted by me.

"Danna, I fear being raped," said Polaris. But Danna had a look of disgust on
her face. I could tell she did not want to touch his loathsome body and that
she'd never derive any sexual pleasure from it. So with a flourish of my hand
I enlarged his penis to a grotesque length, more than three feet. Another
flourish and he became hard. Polaris was afraid. His eyes were darting and he
was fighting a panic. A third flourish of my hand caused his engorged penis to
curve down between his legs into a circle. "Please, Danna. Rape me with my own
cock." And he bent over in front of her and put his hands to his ankles.

Danna took his grotesque cock in her hand and rammed it up his ass. She
crammed at least ten inches of it into his anus and repeatedly plunged it back
and forth, back and forth. Polaris was squealing and begging. I wanted his
words to be his own. "Danna, you bitch. I'll kill you for this. I'll find you
and maim you. You'll beg me for mercy before I'm done torturing your pathetic
body." But Danna began to draw magic from Polaris and I could sense his
weakening state. I caused a stirring in Polaris' loins. He began to breathe
excitedly as he reached an orgasm. He was both horrorstruck at his abuse and
lustful at the same time. I flicked my wrist again and his cock expanded to
twice its normal girth. He howled in pain as his anus was stretched and torn
but he drooled stupidly as his cum streamed into his anus though his
three-foot long penis in convulsing spasms. Danna looked to be fully restored
to her usual self as her magic coursed back into her.

Polaris crumpled to his knees and I uncurled his long and grotesque cock and
returned it to its normal girth. He fell to cursing and threatening us all. He
was spitting venom as his first rape sank in. His own cum dribbled out of his
ass and ran down his legs. His cock was bloody and covered in his own ass
juices. I said, "Famir, ask him what else fills him with terror." She did so
and when he told her what he was afraid of, she calmly walked up and stood in
front of him.

"Polaris, I want you to suck your own dick." With a panicked look on his
pathetic face Polaris took his three-foot long dick in his hands and began to
lick it. I flourished my wrist and his cock became engorged again. But he
couldn't reach the end of it. I could see his face become paler as his blood
drained to rush toward his cock. Famir said, "Polaris, bend your cock until
you can suck on it. I want to see it in your mouth. I want you to clean all
your own filth off it." Polaris screamed with pain as he forced his cock into
a curve to fit it into his mouth. His face was wet with his tears as he fought
to resist my control. But again his whimpers of pain and degradation were
mixed with his mounting pleasure as I caused another orgasm to build. "Swallow
it. I want you to cram your cock down your throat until you gag and choke."
Famir's magic was building as Polaris weakened further. His mouth and throat
were bulging and he was breathing noisily through his nose as his muffled
whimpers of shame and pleasure escaped his clogged throat.

Famir approached him and, taking his cock in her hand, rammed it as far down
his throat as she could. His cock practically disappeared into his mouth as it
must have surely reached halfway to his stomach. He began to gag and retch and
Famir released him. He began to pull his cock out of his mouth inch by inch as
he made gagging sounds. "Not so fast, you vile piece of shit. Suck yourself
until you cum and then drink it."

Another flourish of my wrist and Polaris' balls grew to the size of melons.
His legs spread involuntarily to make room for them and he fell to his back
with his legs spread wide. His eyes were filled with an even greater alarm as
he felt the stirrings I was causing him to have. As his orgasm reached its
peak he had a look of serene pleasure but as his cum began to fill his mouth
and spill down his throat his pleasure was mixed with disgust. He licked and
slurped and sucked for a full two minutes as pints of his own cum filled his
stomach. His butt and groin were twitching convulsively as wave after wave
after wave of his orgasm continued to pump into him. Famir's magic was fully
restored and then some. Polaris was getting magically weaker as each wave of
orgasm drained him. He finally finished and continued to suck on his softening
penis. He laid his head flat on the ground with his soft penis still in his
mouth, his eyes closed and his face shaking with rage, shame, and hatred.

I restored his balls and penis to normal and he had a look of regret and
sorrow as his penis shrunk out of his mouth and out of reach of his lips. He
quickly realized how foolish he must have looked and the anger flew back into
his eyes. He rolled over and retched, his own swallowed cum spilling onto his
neck and chest. He sat up weakly still sitting on his ass with his arms behind
him to hold his body in an inclined position.

Quinta was next and she learned that Polaris was disgusted by the thought of
licking a woman's pussy. It was then that I knew just how deep went the
depravity of Polaris' demented mind. One of the greatest sources of magic on
Earth was closed off to him because of his perverted fears and aversions. With
a flick of my wrist Polaris' tongue swelled and stretched, completely filling
his mouth. It protruded at least eight inches out of his mouth and hung down
past his chin and touched his chest. He had to breathe through his nose again
since his mouth was stuffed so full of his own tongue. I threw a cleansing
charm his way and his tongue, mouth and face foamed up with the soapy suds
that emanated from thin air. After he was cleansed, Quinta approached and with
a rough kick of her spiked heel boot, kicked him flat to the ground on his
back. She stood directly over him, feet on each side of his head and dropped
her robe. "Polaris, you worthless sack of shit, lick my pussy until I tell you
to stop." At that, she lowered herself onto his face as his muffled screams of
outrage and horror were stifled and buried between Quinta's legs. She writhed
and moaned as his tongue reached deeply into her vagina. "Lick me deeper,
slave. Taste every cavity and corner of my womanhood." Her orgasm was slow and
powerful, helped by my own charms that were directed her way. Her juices
flowed into his mouth and onto his face as he fought to suck and swallow and
slurp them all up. Quinta was restoring quickly as his stolen magic flowed
into her.

Salome used Polaris' enlarged tongue to reach far into her anus - another of
his fears. She masturbated as he licked the shit out of her ass. She had
managed to magically weaken him even more. Now he was no more powerful than an
average wizard. I hardly had to exert myself to keep him under control. Banta
and Zadith found additional fears and weaknesses and humiliated him and
weakened him even further. Polaris was a quivering mess. His face was wet and
slobbery from his tears and pleas for mercy. But his victims weren't through
with him yet. He wouldn't be released until all his victims had achieved
satisfaction and almost all of his magic was taken.

Aurora approached and indicated that she wanted me to release my control over
him. I did. A look of fear and worry spread across the face of her husband.
Polaris was free to do as he wished. Aurora stood bravely before him and just
stared defiantly into his evil eyes. Polaris resumed his lame taunts and
threats. "I'll find you, whore. And when I do I'll enjoy your body again and
you'll plead and beg for me to rape you and abuse you. You'll suck my cock and
plead for me to make your husband watch. You'll worship my body like you did
last night. You're just a weak whore of a witch who enjoyed every moment of
your violation and your husband knows it. He saw. He saw it all with his own
eyes. He saw you as you begged me to fuck you in the ass, as you pleaded to
take me into your mouth. He saw your greedy wet cunt enjoying the punishment
my cock gave you. Admit it. You wanted me and you'll want me again."

With a grace and a dignity that can only come from innocence Aurora just
looked at Polaris with pity in her eyes. He was pathetic and weak and she knew
it. This enraged Polaris and he raised his hand to slash at her. But as his
hand flew down a bloody gash appeared on his own chest. He stepped back
aghast. Aurora stood firm not moving a muscle. Another slashing motion and his
blood sprayed to the ground as if a cat-o-nine-tails had dug deep furrows
across his body. He staggered back again, wincing from the pain his own magic
was causing. He thrust his fist forward but as he did his head flew back and a
tooth went flying. Frustrated and angered, he sent blow after blow her way,
slash after deadly slash. And each one battered and bruised and slashed him
further. He was becoming a bloody pulp, a beaten and staggering man. He could
barely keep his feet. Finally in desperation, he gave up on his magic and
staggered toward her intent upon beating her physically. He took a few drunken
steps toward her, his fists raised in fury. Aurora just sidestepped him and
crashed the palm of her hand into his temple. He went flying to the ground
momentarily knocked out. His teeth cracked against the corner of a large
stone. His remaining magic flowed visibly from his body as he could no longer
hold it. Aurora grew in power far beyond anything she had ever been before.

But Aurora's husband still deserved revenge. Polaris was weak and without
magic. When his magic left him his appearance resumed its normal nature. He
was hideous. His once tall and proud body was stooped and crooked. His once
handsome face was distorted and grotesque. He had tufts of hair missing from
his head and other tufts projecting from places that were normally hairless.
His skin was scaly and cracked and had rashes and fungus in various places.
His evil had disfigured him.

Aurora's husband approached and propped Polaris' almost limp body against the
stone where he had raped me. Polaris was regaining consciousness and he just
stood there waiting for what was coming next. "Polaris, I'm not going to use
magic on you, though it would surely be in my rights to wipe you from the face
of the earth. Any one of us has the right to kill you. But I'm not going to
use magic. I'm going to beat you with my own fists. And you're not going to
resist. You're going to stand there and take whatever I give you and if you're
lucky you may live to see another day. Some day, perhaps in a hundred years or
so you'll have gained enough magic to rejoin the magical community. Until
then, you will be forced to live by whatever means your physical exertions
allow.

"Stand up now and prepare yourself." Polaris weakly nodded and moved into the
center of the circle. Aurora's husband bunched his fist and plunged it into
Polaris' gut. He doubled over in pain. A knee to the face sent Polaris flying
on his back. Aurora's husband stood over Polaris and said, "Spread your legs."
Polaris slowly did as he was told and received a stout kick to the balls.
Polaris curled up in pain as he was kicked repeatedly all over his body. Each
blow gave Aurora's husband renewed energy as he re-lived his wife's rape and
his own helplessness to stop it. Polaris scuttled to his hands and knees and
tried to crawl away but Aurora's husband ran up behind him and kicked Polaris
between the legs with all his might. Polaris actually lifted up off his knees
as the kick sent him upward and the sound of his pains escaped his lips.
Aurora's husband continued to kick and stomp the limp body of Polaris until
Aurora and the other witches surrounded him and pulled him off. Her husband
buried his face in Aurora's breast sobbing, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I
couldn't do anything. I couldn't make him stop."

Aurora comforted him as best she could as she led him away. Her own wounds at
the hands of Polaris were physical but her husband's wounds were emotional and
therefore much deeper. And besides, she was much stronger than her husband.
But she loved him anyway and they left to tend to themselves, Aurora throwing
me a look of extreme gratitude and love as they disappeared, tears streaming
down her face. I sent them both a healing charm as they faded from sight.

I transported Polaris' body back to his castle. I didn't want him soiling
Greenbed any longer. The other witches thanked me and departed as well and I
was left to myself in this place I love so much. I hope it's a long time
before I am called upon again. But I'll be watching and listening and if
another evil raises its ugly head I'll be there to do what I can.