Witch Ch. 02

"You'd have to be crazy to think that we'd just let you do that," said the youngest looking of the boys, he looked pale and frightened but determined. Lyana's heart ached for this family, wondering if her own family hadn't done something similar in the attacks... she could easily imagine her father trying to protect her mother and Bryanne.

She was trying to think of a way to take out the three soldiers, without making it look like she was using magic, when the leader of the soldiers rushed forward at the men. Without thinking she reached out her hand towards him, and unleashed magic to make him trip. At first, no one seemed to realize what had happened as he sprawled in front of the farmer men...

Holding her breath, Lyana worried that the soldier would recover from his shock before the farmers... but then the father laid his old sword against the soldier's throat and looked up at the other two.

"Back off now, or I'll cut his throat!" He pressed the sword a little deeper, drawing a thing line of blood against the soldier's throat to show his deadly intent. Lyana found herself holding her breath, completely unsure of what to do now.

The two soldiers started to back away, but by this time the one on the ground had recovered his equilibrium, and the farmer had stepped too close. Lashing out with his hand, the soldier caught the ankle of the older man and pulled him down, as he fell the two soldiers jumped forward at the sons, ready to slaughter.

"NO!"

Lyana didn't even realize that she'd shouted, she was so afraid that she was about to relive the experience of watching her village be slaughtered and raped on small scale... the three soldiers exploded with magic, flesh and blood flying everywhere. For a moment, time seemed frozen as the entire family looked over at her, their attention caught by her cry, and then pieces of human splattered to the ground in front of them where the soldiers had just been. They looked from small pieces of body, back to Lyana.

She stood frozen, she didn't know what to do if they tried to attack her. After saving them, she definitely didn't want to hurt them... but at the same time they were looking at her fearfully... this wasn't quite like the last time, when she had used magic in front of others. This time she had killed with it.

The farmer sons drew back as their father stood up, they all stared at her, the wife pulling her daughter in even closer than she had when the soldiers had been threatening them. Lyana could see the tight grip that the farmer had on his sword... cautiously he began walking slowly towards her. He seemed more frightened of her then anything, and not likely to attack... she stood and waited, wondering what he wanted. Why he was approaching.

"Dad, don't-" one of the sons started to say, and their father waved his hand back at them. He still held the sword at his side, tightly, but it wasn't up as though he was going to attack with it. Lyana just stared at him as he came closer.

About twenty feet away, she supposed he felt safer at a distance even though he was pretty sure that she'd just blown apart three men from three times that distance, he stopped moving.

"You killed them?" he asked roughly, almost disbelieving.

Almost afraid of his reaction, Lyana nodded.

"You saved us..." he said, and Lyana nodded again.

Looking at her he asked, almost timidly, almost as if he didn't want to hear the answer but had to ask, "Are you going to hurt us?"

"No!" said Lyana, his question shocking her into speech.

The farmer stared at her and slowly nodded his head, as if thinking something over and coming to a decision, "I can't offer you a place to stay... inviting a witch into your house, even one that's saved you..." at least he sounded almost apologetic, she thought bitterly, "But there's some food in a shed about a mile down that way," he pointed down the road that she was heading, "It's ours and you're welcome to take some of it if you're hungry."

"Thank you," said Lyana, sincerely. At least he'd had the decency not to run screaming, she thought, although she was sad that she couldn't connect with this family. Something about it reminded her of her own... on the other hand, she couldn't blame the man for keeping his distance, or his family for their fear of her. If someone like her had come along to her village, she might've had the same reaction...

Let them remain, innocent and happy. She wouldn't wish her experiences on anyone else, no matter what kind of understanding it might bring them.

Realizing that he probably was too afraid to turn his back on her, Lyana turned her back on him and began to walk down the road he'd indicated. Not wanting to alarm them further, she didn't begin folding the road till she was already out of sight.

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She did stop at the shed for food, and found that there was an abundance there. This was obviously their winter stores, with jars of preserves, salted meat hanging, etc. It was barely 30 feet away from what must have been their home... Lyana decided to be quick about getting her food and leaving, not wanting to make them any more uncomfortable than they already had been.

When she exited the shed, carrying a small loaf of bread, some cheese and meat, she was surprised to find the girl standing outside, not more than ten feet away. Very pretty, youngish, Lyana guessed her to be around the same age as herself, with long blonde hair that was pulled back by a scarf. There was still dirt on her skirts, and Lyana could see bruised fingerprints on her neck, her right eye was swollen and dark, and she was hugging herself. Somehow, though, Lyana knew that the girl's fear was not of Lyana, but still of them memory of the men who had abused and threatened her.

The girl stared at Lyana, almost as though she was drinking in the sight of her.

"How did you do it?" she asked, her voice sounded dead... empty.

Lyana looked back at her, "You don't want to know."

The girl looked down and away and then back up, "I don't want anyone to be able to do this to me again."

There was a plea in her eyes that made Lyana hesitate.

What kind of witch am I if I can't help this girl, she asked herself. Thinking quickly she walked over to the girl, who stiffened at her approach, but didn't back away. Lyana tapped her finger on the necklace the girl wore around her neck, it was nothing more than a piece of carved wood hanging from a string, but it would do... she filled it with the magic.

"Whenever you feel in danger just hold onto this and if there is any real danger it will make you invisible," she told the girl, "Use it to get to a place of safety. As soon as you are out of danger you will become visible again."

"If I touch someone else will they become invisible too?" the girl asked. Lyana smiled at how bright she was, it was a good idea -- she tapped the carving again.

"Yes." She smiled, feeling good about being able to help this girl.

"Thank you," the girl said, her eyes filled with gratitude, "I don't care if you're a witch, you're not a bad one. I can tell. Thank you." And she turned and walked away, leaving Lyana feeling much lighter in spirit.

There would still be the matter of her punishment tonight, to pay for her sins, but at the moment Lyana was happy. Turning, she set out on the road again, feeling out ahead of her for the rest of the band of raiders. Six were still together, two a little closer than that, and one very close.

She would probably not catch up with him by nightfall, but she could get very close... besides, paying for the lives of the six men she'd killed today would garner her more than enough punishment. Lyana wasn't sure she wanted to add onto it.

Not long before dark she found the town where the lone soldier was... there would have been plenty of time to hunt him down before dark, but she decided to take a night of rest. She was tired from the days activities, and there had been so much going on that she just wanted to sit and rest and take some time to think it all over. The family and the girl... the young woman really, who had been so grateful. Even her father had overcome his fear of the witch to thank her in his own way. Lyana just wasn't used to thinking of herself as dangerous or something to avoid, she knew that she would've never hurt anyone but those soldiers or someone who threatened her, but how were other people to know that? Somehow it hadn't occurred to her, when she'd first started drawing the symbols to call Leonard, that her actions would make her into a Witch. Someone to be feared more than respected... someone who would be hunted down if word got around what she was.

She had to be careful... she didn't want to hurt anyone, and she certainly didn't want to be forced into hurting someone who was trying to do good by hurting her. Witches were not to be tolerated, and she'd heard about the treatment of women who were accused... and she doubted many of them were truly witches or they would have found a way to get away. Unless they were like her and didn't want to hurt anyone.

Still, she'd heard the stories of women being caught and condemned to burn at the stake, the church was always involved. She supposed it made sense, that if a witch -- filled with demonic power -- were to be caught that it would be by the church.

Conjuring a tent, Lyana made a circle around her area with little stones... no one would be able to see the circle or what was in it, much less cross it. Each of her experiences was making her more cautious, more wary... when it came down to it she really didn't know that much about the power that Leonard had endowed her with, and she didn't know about its weaknesses.

As she lay down to go to sleep she had the amusing thought that she was really too young to have to be considering things like being burned at the stake... how her life had changed in just a week.

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Lyana awoke to the slight pain of a claw tracing along the side of her body, from her hip up to her breast. She moaned as it dug into the underside of her breast... she was hanging from her wrists, and struggled to get her feet underneath her... the best she could manage her heels still weren't touching the ground, it was almost like being on her toes. The position thrust her breasts and ass out, as though she was asking for abuse.

She winced as a claw began tracing up the other side of her body... Leonard was behind her, obviously in his demonic form, and she shuddered as the hand that had reached her breast toyed with the nipple, roughly pinching it to hardness. The room was dimly lit with candles, a dark grey stone with no doors or windows that she could see... it was filled with implements of torture, and she was sure that some of the darks stains on the floor were blood. Her own wrists were in manacles hanging from a chain attached to the ceiling, barely giving her any moving room.

"Welcome to punishment," he murmured, his teeth biting into the back of her neck, just deep enough to draw blood. Lyana groaned as she felt his tongue licking at the fluid before it could run down her back.

Walking around to the front of her, it was almost starting to see his darkness, his strange almost-human qualities. Clawed hands cradled her breasts, rubbing against her nipples until they were fully erect... Lyana moaned, slightly aroused despite the burning pain where he'd bitten her neck and the scratches up her body and across her breasts. Smiling evilly, Leonard displayed three glowing loops in his hand to her, they were very small and looked almost golden.

Picking up one up delicately with his claws, he put it around her nipple... and the little loop began to tighten. Lyana gasped as it pinched down around her nipple, it was almost burning against her skin, so hot that she was sure her flesh was only a degree away from cooking. It pinched the little nipple tighter and tighter and she groaned as he put another loop over her other nipple and it began the same process. Tears came to her eyes as her back arched with the agony of it, her nipples feeling as they though were pulsing as blood tried to push through the tight confines.

"Oh no..." she moaned as Leonard brought the last loop down to her pussy, she writhed as he put the hot loop over her clit and it began to tighten just as the ones on her nipples were. Just their tight burning embrace was a kind of torture, feeling both good and awful, she danced a little in her bindings, wanting to relieve herself a little... but the loops just stayed tight and too hot, making her sob a little. Besides which she couldn't really move much, even if there had been any relief in movement.

Leonard waited till she'd stopped dancing around, and she was just breathing hard, trying to ignore the discomfort in her breasts and clit. Then he went to the wall and picked up a whip... this one had three heavy braids and it looked like it was made of leather. Lyana let out a little moan of fear... she knew that it was just, she'd killed six men, but she couldn't help but fear the pain that she knew was coming.

The whip slammed into the right side of her completely vulnerable breast and she shrieked... he brought it back around but this time only flicking her confined left nipple. Both made her thrash with agony, she actually wasn't sure which had hurt more. Leonard began beating her breasts, focusing totally on her outthrust vulnerable mounds; she shrieked and danced, tears running down her face as she tried to get away. Her breasts felt raw as they bounced, and she was sure that her nipples were going to pop off, while between her legs her clit throbbed in its own confinement.

Dimly, under her own screams, she could hear Leonard calmly counting every time he gave her breasts ten lashes.

"Ten."

"Twenty."

"Thirty."

"Forty."

"Fifty."

There was a lull, and Lyana hung from her wrists, sobbing as her poor breasts throbbed, nipples feeling almost numb with the pain. Forcing her eyes open she could see that her pale flesh was streaked with welts, some of them looking like they might be about to bleed, her nipples were dark purple and pained looking, and she moaned and closed her eyes again, not wanting to see the torture that had been done to her breasts. She could feel Leonard walking closer.

A claw under her tear-stained face forced her to look up, and she opened her eyes to his demonic visage, dark sheen of skin over an almost human face, absolutely merciless.

"You have a choice now," he told her, "I will finish the last ten on your breasts, or I will finish the last ten on your pussy."

Lyana sobbed at being forced to make such a choice, she was terrified of having her pussy whipped, but she was also sure that she couldn't take any more torment to her breasts. Her skin felt tight and swollen, she was sure that they'd bleed horribly if he hit them even one more time.

Gathering her courage she hoarsely whispered, "My pussy."

She looked away as Leonard grinned... he moved around her and she obediently spread her legs as he moved them apart, fixing them into place with more manacles. Even more her weight was only on her toes and wrists, making her arms ache even more as she was positioned. Once open and vulnerable, she felt her clit throb with fear as he came back in front of her, picking up the whip.

"One."

A scream, she jerked in the manacles as he began counting off the lashes to her pussy... "Two." It burned through the core of her being, the lashes spreading over her vulnerable, tender lips. "Three." More jerking, her wrists and shoulders aching as she thrashed. "Four." Pleading for him to stop, Lyana knew that he wouldn't, her breasts throbbed in agony at even the thought that he might switch, even while she screamed with the pain in her pussy. "Five." Her clit felt huge, trying to burst out of the confines of the loop, swollen with a kind of strange arousal and also with the pain as the whip lashed against it.

"Six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

Leonard gave her the last five lashes quick and hard, barely allowing her to catch her breath to scream some more before it was over. Lyana hung in the chains, sobbing; entire body felt battered, as though he'd whipped her everywhere instead of just focusing on her breasts and pussy. She barely noticed as he moved behind her, but moaned protest when she felt his huge cock pressing against her asshole.

Hands rested on her hips, pulling her back as he pushed his way forward, coating leaking out of his dick to make it a little easier. Lyana sobbed some more as her ass was invaded, stretching out to accommodate his girth... it was much more firm and wide than the ever changing water demon's cock had been. With her body throbbing like it was, it felt even more painful.

Then she felt Leonard's magic spreading through her body, arousing her despite the brutalized state of her body, and she wanted to scream with the frustration of being forced to be aroused when she was so battered. As her nipples and clit swelled against the hot gold rings she screamed again with pain, her ass tightening as Leonard shoved deeper. Seeming to sense her discomfort, she thought he took pity on her as the rings loosened and fell to the floor in front of her stretched out body... then blood began rushing back into the tender nubs and she thrashed on his cock as he invaded her from behind, voice to raw to scream with the torment as her blood flow returned to normal.

Running his hands up to her agonized breasts, Leonard began rubbing her nipples, increasing the blood flow, as he started thrusting in and out of her from behind, raw burning discomfort in her ass as it was stretched over and over. His tail raised up between her legs to rub against her clit, and Lyana thrashed with the torturous pleasure of it, his magic increasing her arousal to blissful heights even while the degraded state of her body kept her from crossing over the edge.

His tail plunged into her tortured pussy, spearing deep into her body, and she was grateful that he'd aroused her so that it wasn't dry... still it felt all too pleasant in some ways. The chains above her shook as he thrust into her, and the fact that her toes had already barely been touching the floor meant that she was almost completely held up by his cock and tail, pushing into her holes... gravity forcing her down on them as they pushed deep into her body.

Sharp teeth nuzzled along her neck and collarbone, her breasts filling his clawed hands as he fucked her from behind, an erotic scene of agony and lust in the dungeon. Lyana thrashed as her rapture grew, wrapping around the pain in a kind of spiral that left her unsure as to where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Inside her head, she felt a kind of horror as she realized that not all of the arousal was being stirred by Leonard's magic, her body, her mind was actually starting to respond to the brutal treatment of the demon, some of the pleasure was her own.

She pulled on her wrists as she slammed down onto his tail and cock, feeling the insides of her pussy being stirred by the thick, blunt end of his tail. Tightening down on the invaders, Lyana could feel herself start to shake... her nipples were twin points of sharp pain, manipulated and caressed by Leonard... despite the surprising gentleness of his touch her nipples radiated sharp jabs of pain because of their tender state. As she moved back against him, Leonard could sense her true arousal coupled with the manufactured, and he responded by thrusting harder and deeper into her brutalized body.

Lyana's voice rose into a keening shriek as she began to cum, pain mixing with ecstasy mixing with magic, an earth-shattering combination that wreaked havoc on all of her senses... and throughout it all was the steady pump of cock into her ass and thick tail gyrating in her pussy. Her body convulsed and thrashed until she reached the limit of what she could physically endure and she fainted into the onslaught.