In Venger’s Hands

Sheila awoke to a pounding pain in her head. The last thing she remembered was trying to distract Venger as they had fought beside the Mirrored Lakes. She had tried to run but her hood had gotten caught. Suddenly, the whole scene flashed before her mind with painful clarity.

Venger had caught her as she fled, hoisting her up on the Nightmare. She had struggled against him, but he was just too strong. He had stroked her cheek; a hot, lust filled caress that made her shiver in fear. Then, there had been the horrible, fang baring kiss that he had given her in front of everyone. After that, darkness. She was still not sure what he had done to her to keep her still as they rode off and she suspected that she was better off not knowing.

As her head cleared, she tried to sit up and figure out exactly where Venger had dumped her, hoping for an escape route. Only her arms and legs wouldn’t respond. She tried to shift her body around and realized that she was bound, spread eagle across a plush bed. The more she tugged, the more the thick ropes cut into her wrists and tightened around her ankles.

If I can feel the rope on my ankles, Sheila thought in puzzlement, then that means that my boots are gone! What has he done to me?

Gulping hard, the thief forced herself to open her eyes and really look around her. The room was bathed in half shadow, several candles and two torches providing the only light that flickered and danced across the walls. At the foot of the bed, a cloak rack rested against the wall. An assortment of whips, chains, and other leather looking straps hung from its row of pegs. There was also a dresser to the right of the bed, as well as a nightstand and a wash basin. A glittering harness lay across the stand, along with a Fire Gem encrusted length of rope.

Slowly, Sheila looked down at her own body. Gone were her cloak, tunic and boots. Instead, she wore a black, side slit skirt that barely covered her. The slit came all the way up to her waist, revealing a lot more leg and butt than she would have liked. Essentially, her entire right side was naked from the waist down. Anklets similar to the harness, circled her ankles just above the ropes that held her to the bed. If she craned her neck, she could see metal loops attached to each of the anklets. She got the feeling that she didn’t want to know what those were for. She could see similar ones around each of her wrists as well as thick silver bands that coiled around her upper arms.

But it was her upper body that dismayed her the most. Her midriff was bare except for a length of Fire Gem trimmed rope that circled her waist. A bit of extra rope hung down, laying on her flat stomach so that the forest green stone on the end of it came to rest just at the top of the skirt.

A sheer black band of soft fabric covered her breasts much like a bra. Except that neat circles had been cut out in the front so that her nipples were uncovered. A micro thin strip of the fabric had been left to cross the opening, however. Anytime that the thief moved, the fabric strip moved with her and her nipples hardened in response, surely a calculated move on Venger’s part. As far as Sheila was concerned however, she was completely naked.

Just then, the heavy wooden door that she hadn’t noticed before shimmered. Venger filled the doorway, his huge form towering over her as she lay on the bed. He was out of his normal clothes too. But the first thing she noticed was his wings, or more specifically, his lack of wings. Without them, he seemed more like a normal man. A man with sharp fangs, but a man none the less.

His heavy black robes had been replaced by sheer gray ones, revealing a well-defined male body. Sheila tried not to look, but she found that she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t as if she hadn't seen all this before; she had. It was a regular thing for her and Diana to spy on the guys as they were bathing. But none of them, not even Hank, could boast a penis that was the size of Venger’s.

"Welcome to my Palace of Torture, little thief," Venger said, following her gaze to his lower body. "I hope that you like it here, for you will never leave. It is time for you to pay for the defiance you have shown me over the years. And payment shall be on my terms."

With that, Venger crossed the room and knelt before her on the bed. His clawed fingers reached out and tore aside the skirt, now leaving Sheila naked from the waist down. She tried to squirm away but the rope held her fast so that she could only twist from side to side as Venger's hands began to massage her. He slid a finger inside her to test her slickness while his other hand massaged her clit. Slowly, he slid his body up the length of her until his weight pressed against her. He let his manliness come to rest just outside her opening, teasing with heat and wetness.

She let out a frightened whimper but Venger only laughed in a deep, throaty chuckle as he pushed himself inside her. He was nearly too big for her but he kept driving father and farther in until she finally screamed in pain. Slowly at first he began to move and then quicker as his desires took control of him. There was no feeling behind his movements, only lust and an almost physical hunger to posses her.

Sheila tried to resist feeling anything, but this was the first time she had experiences a man's penis inside her and the sensations washing over her were short circuiting every nerve in her body. Tears spilled from her eyes, but she began to move with him. Her reaction only made the dark lord pound into her even faster. Finally, he came inside her, and he pulled back slightly to watch the horrified look cross her face as the realization of what had just happened dawned on her. He had been successful in raping both her body and spirit at the same time. Venger was elated.

"There now, Little Thief, the hardest part is over," Venger chuckled again, thoroughly enjoying himself. "You are mine now, forever branded by me as the first man to taste your virgin flesh."

When Sheila said nothing, he looked at her coolly and smiled that same toothy grin.

"You are my toy," he hissed, "and I will do to you whatever I wish. You will learn how to please me and you will learn to enjoy it. I will teach you things that you have never even imagined and allow you to sample every sexual pleasure known to man."

Finally Sheila could take no more. "I will never enjoy your touch, Venger!" she screamed at him. "Hank will come for me! Dungeon Master will help me! My friends won't let me stay her forever!"

"Never, my dear?" Venger laughed. "There will be a day when you beg me to take you, when you cry out for the feeling of me inside you. You will come to desire me as I desire you."

"I won't!" she screamed again, tears running down her face.

"You already enjoy what I do to you," he hissed. "You are simply too inexperienced to know it yet.

"Foolish girl. There is no escape from me this time. Dungeon Master cannot help you here and your friends cannot enter my Palace, let alone find this place. No, you are mine forever, my sexual slave and, one day soon, my queen.

"Perhaps now would be a good time to begin your lessons on pleasure and pain, thief."

Venger leered as he got up off the bed and moved to the rack on the wall where the whips and other toys hung.

He studied the various instruments for a moment and finally selected a black velvet bag. As he turned to face Sheila once more, she could see an obsidian dildo in his hands. It was smaller than Venger, but much larger than she knew even Hank was. She struggled once more against her bonds but the dark lord waved his hand and the ropes snapped tight, holding her nearly still. The Fire gem chain around her waist tightened as well and the end of the rope looped around a peg under the bed. Now she could not move at all.

Venger stroked her stomach and let the cool stone of the enormous dildo rest against her inner thigh. It grew warmer as it rested against her body until it was searing hot. Still naked himself, Venger let his own penis rest against her other leg. She felt as if fire were rushing through her veins and into her abdomen.

Her muscles twitched with fury but she could not tug either her arms or legs free of their bonds. All she could manage to do was slide side to side a few inches either way on the bed. Venger gasped as she moved against him and she felt a thin stream of liquid begin to trickle down her leg.

The dark lord pulled himself back from her and again began to move the dildo over her lower body. Sheila fought against it until she realized that her struggling was only making her enjoy the feeling of the sex toy against her body. By that time, however, it was too late.

The thief could feel her own wetness between her legs. Venger moved the dildo down across her mound until it came to rest just outside of her opening. He gripped the handle firmly and Sheila could feel the instrument begin to vibrate and throb, much like Venger’s own organ had done.

He’s feeding his energies into that thing! she realized as he began to push it inside of her. It’s magic driven so he can make it do just about anything he wants!

The dildo expanded as Venger slid it further inside her, pushing against her walls until she cried out in pain. Then, he allowed it to lengthen; also allowing it to begin to pulse and throb as it did so.

Sheila’s mind swam with each new sensation Venger created inside her body. She tired to scream for him to stop, that he was hurting her. She wanted to claw at his face, make him feel some of the pain that she was feeling. Only she could not.

For as much as Venger’s ministrations were hurting her, they were also giving her an immense amount of pleasure as well. The dildo throbbing inside her was causing her to approach orgasm rapidly. With the rest of her body stretched tight across the bed, there was no other outlet for the energy building up inside of her, no where else for her to focus her thoughts.

The only thing she felt was it growing and pounding inside of her, far bigger than even Venger himself and fed by his evil magic. Finally, Sheila couldn’t stand it anymore. The pressure, pleasure and pain had reached a boiling point and she needed, no wanted, release.

"Oh, God!" the thief cried aloud. "Dungeon Master, Hank, Eric, Presto, anyone! Please help me!"

Venger covered her body with his and silenced her with a kiss. To her horror, she found herself reacting to it. His tongue pushed her lips apart while her body writhed beneath his, her legs straining against her bonds.

One of his hands grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that he had better access to her mouth. The other still gripped the obsidian shaft firmly, letting it wiggle inside of her, bringing Sheila to orgasm over and over again. She let him score her tongue with his fang, tasting her own blood as he lapped at the scarlet drops.

Finally, Venger pulled back and the dildo began to fall still inside of her. Sheila collapsed back on the bed, the chains still holding her tight. Her muscles continued to spasm for a few more minutes before they too fell still. She gasped for breath as he pulled the toy out of her and cast it aside. Raising her head slightly from the pillow, she could see more blood and sexual fluids running down her legs.

Her body felt bruised and battered and she wanted nothing more to curl up and go to sleep, to try and pretend that this day had never taken place. Venger, however, had other plans.

"Did you enjoy that, little one?" he asked, that same nasty grin on his face.

"No!" she spat at him. "I told you, I will never enjoy what you do to me! Never!"

"Don’t lie to me!" Venger snarled and backhanded Sheila across the mouth so that she tasted blood again. "I heard you call out for your lover, or lovers might I say, in the heat of the passion I lavished on your body. I saw the ecstasy on your face as I brought you to climax over and over again.

"And I felt your pleasure, transferred to me via my little toys. I felt the desire fill you, your body beg for more. And I gave it."

He paused to let that sink in to Sheila’s mind.

He used that to gauge what I like! The thought filled Sheila with dread.

Venger smiled at her, that same toothy and evil grin.

"Foolish child. Again you do not fully comprehend my powers. I can now see inside your mind, read your thoughts, feel your desires. You cannot lie to me for I will know when you do. You have no secrets from me anymore."

Sheila gulped and shut her eyes tightly.

No! This can’t be happening! she thought. He can’t know what I’m thinking! He just can’t!

"Oh, but I assure you, I can," Venger chuckled. "I can bend you, mold you into what I wish. And when the time is right you will become my queen, molded into the new image I am even now crating for you.

"There is no escape, sweet, delicious Sheila. Not now, not ever."

Venger regarded her for a moment and then with a swish of his hands, the chains binding her fell away. Not stopping to think, Sheila leapt up and rushed for the door. She yanked hard on the brass ring but it did not move. Pulling with all of her might only succeeded in tugging the ring free from it’s mooring on the door. The seams were the door had appeared to meet the stone walls began to vanish as she pulled, making it appear as if the wood had fused to the stone. Frustrated, she slammed her fist on the door, which only shattered the bones in her hands as flesh met enchanted wood.

The pain shot up her arms and she slumped to the floor, tears streaming down her face. The brutal reality that there truly was no escape hit her full force. Her hands hung uselessly at her sides and she pulled her knees up to her chest, trying to cover herself once she remembered that she was naked.

Venger approached her and held out his, palms up and open to her.

"May I?" he questioned softly.

His tone confused Sheila, making the pounding in her head even worse. She looked at him through teary eyes and saw him staring at her crushed hands. Slowly, she held them out to him and he kneeled down to her level. She was in too much pain to fight him on the issue.

Reaching out, he took her mangled hands in his own. Light began to glow around them and the pain started to recede from Sheila’s arms. Looking down, her fingers straightened as the bones re-grew and muscles and tendons reattached themselves. The thief looked up at him once more and saw a peculiar light in his eyes. The glow that surrounded their hands began to envelop her whole body. She felt the pain from his earlier rape of her vanish as the light touched her. Her bruises and cuts heal under his touch.

When he pulled back, Sheila stared into his eyes in wonder.

How can someone so evil do something so kind? How did he heal me?

"I was studying to be a healer magician," Venger spoke finally, reading her thoughts. "I was gifted in the art of easing pain. I took others pain into my own body and made it my own. I was able to give them back their lives."

Venger reached out with a hand that was surprisingly soft and caressed her cheek, brushing away a tear with his clawed thumb. The thief was too stunned to pull away and kept her gaze fixed on his.

"Let me love you, my sweet Sheila," the dark lord whispered. "Let me teach you the things that I know you long for and enjoy. Let me pleasure you as you pleasure me. Be my lover and consort. Willingly consent to be my queen."

Sheila could not bring herself to answer. She was too confused. This was Venger, who had hunted them across the Realm, taken her and her friends prisoner time and time again. He now held her prisoner once more, quite possibly leaving her friends dead by the shores of the Mirrored Lakes.

Yet, she felt something stir within her heart. Something that wasn’t pity or fear or revulsion. Looking at Venger, kneeling before her like this, she saw another face where the evil and twisted one normally was. It was a handsome face, framed by long, soft black hair and hazy brown eyes. It was kind and generous and giving.

This was a Venger that Sheila had never known, one that she felt curiously attracted to. It was a Venger that she thought she might like to know better.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped somewhere, the kindness that Sheila had seen glowing in his eyes died and he the vision of the other, gentler Venger disappeared before her. His eyes glowed red again and he yanked her to her feet.

"If you will not give yourself to me willingly, then I shall have to take what you do not freely offer," he snarled.

He hauled her to her feet and shoved her back towards the bed. She stumbled over his robes, lying on the floor where he had dropped them earlier. Instead of catching her, he let her fall to cold stone floor where he trapped her between his feet. Sheila tried to recoil in fear but her back hit the edge of the bed as she slid herself backwards.

Dropping to his knees, Venger pinned her back against the bed. His groin was now even with her mouth and she could see that his penis was again enlarged and hot with blood.

"Drink me," he hissed.

Sheila clamped her lips shut and turned her head, but Venger would have none of that. He crooked a finger and her head turned against her will. The thief felt invisible hands pry her lips apart until her mouth was wide open.

The dark lord moved forward and slid himself into her mouth. When she tried to resist, it felt as if a vice had caught her entire head, holding her still. Finally, he was satisfied that he was in her mouth far enough, he waved a hand once more and Sheila felt herself crate a vacuum in her mouth. She began sucking and licking Venger’s penis while he moaned and gripped both her shoulders with his hands, pushing himself nearly down her throat.

Sheila tried to gag but magically her gag reflex was stilled and she continued sucking him. Venger bobbed up and down slightly and her hands moved to clasp his buttocks. A dim awareness in the back of her mind began to grow. Venger had released the spells and she was doing this to him of her own free will.

She was about to gag once more when Venger screamed and came inside her mouth. Before she realized what she was doing, she had drunk him in, just as he had demanded. When he had finished pumping his juices into her, he slumped down and pulled himself out of her mouth.

Sheila sagged back against the bed, and wiped her mouth on the back of her hands. The taste of him stayed on her lips however; she knew of no way to get rid of it. They stayed that way for several minutes; her body still trapped beneath Venger and he kneeling over her, exhausted.

Eventually, he stood up and looked down at Sheila, where she was shivering and cowering on the floor.

"What you did tonight you did partly of your own free will," he growled. "You enjoyed my body and what I did to you. This I know, for I can see it in your mind.

"Live with that knowledge little thief. I assure you, it will be more painful to you over time than any punishment I can inflict on you."

With that Venger picked up his robes and turned to leave. Just before he teleported himself through the door, he turned to Sheila who was still huddled on the floor where he had left her.

"Good night, my future queen," he whispered. "I will return for your next lesson first thing tomorrow morning."

The door shimmered at his approach. Suddenly, he was gone and Sheila was left alone in her suite of rooms. Pulling her knees to her chest once more, she started at the door. More tears slipped down her face as the realization of her situation, and more importantly, what she had just done began to take hold in her mind.

"Oh, Hank," she mumbled, "I’m so sorry. So very sorry."

She looked up at the ceiling once, tears still streaming down her face.

"Bobby? Diana? Presto? Eric?" she whispered. "Please? Dungeon Master? Can’t any of you hear me? Please, somebody, help me."

The only sound she heard in reply was a deafening silence.

The torches on the wall flickered and glowed as the thief sat on the cold floor and unleashed great wrenching sobs deep into the night until she finally cried herself to sleep.