**TW** Rome

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**Trigger Warning** Reason - Knife Play

 

Atop the ruins of the moonlit Coliseum, Zelda opened her eyes into the soft brush of a fabric blindfold. Her arms were spread flat against the railing, bound tightly, holding her flat. Each of her feet were tied to a different stone seat, making it impossible for her to move.

The witch reached inside herself for power, letting it flood through her. She’d break her bonds, and then—once she’d found out who had bound her here—Zelda Spellman would make them regret it.

Before she could open her mouth, a powerful electric shock shook her body. Behind her, someone laughed lowly; she cursed her own stupidity. The chains around her ankles were enchanted, then. She couldn’t Cast.

“Untie me at once, and you might see the dawn,” Zelda said coldly.

Her captor’s hands were cold as they pushed her dress over her hips, stroking her buttocks. Zelda pulled hard at the knots. “Stop it!”

The touches continued, soft and teasing. Fingertips grazed the inside of her thighs, making her shiver. One fingertip probed her ass, just enough for Zelda to growl. “I said stop!”

The finger was removed. For a moment, Zelda was relieved; then, she felt rough fingertips graze her high collar, slowly undoing the buttons until her bra was exposed. Her collarbone was licked and nipped, then, the bra was pulled down. Cold metal, the edge of a knife, Zelda thought, was pressed against her right nipple—a warning. The flat of the blade was dragged against her breast repeatedly, and, despite herself, the witch shivered.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said. “Please. Please, let me go.”

The knife vanished as nipple clamps were attached tightly; Zelda, refusing to perform, bit back a cry. A needle’s pinprick sank into each stretched nipple, a total of three times. The matriarch recognized the sensation of phantom fingers as heady blue poison hit her ***stream.

“I don’t want this,” Zelda gasped. “Stop, please. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

Lips were fastened onto her breast, sucking hard; another hand stretched to her now-wet sex, playing with her slick clit. She tried to press her legs together, but they’d been too-well tied.

“Yes,” Zelda whispered despite herself. Her face was growing red as the poison robbed her of more and more of her sensibilities, making her desperate to be touched. “Oh, Satan, yes!”

The removal of lips and fingers were followed by the click of a lighter. Her dress was pushed up again, revealing her thick cheeks to her captor. She moaned as candle wax was dripped onto her skin liberally, hot and ***ful. Again and again, she was ***ted, the wax drying quickly. Her skin was burned, but Zelda lifted her rear invitingly.

“Please, yes,” she whimpered. “Do anything you want... I deserve to be punished... just don’t stop touching me. Please.”

Cold cream was applied to her asshole, making her jump. Then, another dose of blue poison was pushed inside the sensitive opening; beads of sweat appeared on her forehead as the swift desire overwhelmed her. An anal bead was then eased inside her. It was the first of several, until she was full, still sensitive from Lilith’s rough fucking. Zelda groaned.

“Please...”

The errant fingers returned to her clit, swollen from the ***. The other hand tugged lightly at the anal beads’ handle, toying with her. Zelda bucked her hips wildly. “Yes! Yes! Please, you’re making me so wet!”

Four fingers entered her hot, tight sex, fucking her hard; a tongue began to lick her clit vigorously. A button was pressed; the beads began to vibrate. The mouth on her clit was fast and talented, and Zelda was quickly a drenched mess. She barely knew herself from the ***, long since active in her body, but she knew what she wanted.

“Please!” Zelda cried. “If you keep going like that, I’m... I’m going to...!”

She screamed as the full fist was pumped into her pussy, stretching her tight. The witch could feel the vibrating toy in her ass against her wet walls, and worse, the tongue did not let up. Lips were fastened to her clit as the captor sucked, sending her to the edge.

“YES!” Zelda sobbed, unloading onto the stranger’s fist. “I’m coming! Satan in Hell, I’m coming!”

As the last of her fluid dropped from her, the fingers withdrew slowly. Zelda, however, was far from satisfied, and whimpered, pulling at the ropes anew. “Not yet! Please.... please... I need... I need more!”

The sound of a zipper answered her plea. Fingers gripped her soft cheeks, carefully avoiding dried wax. A hard penis grazed her soaked slit, and Zelda whined.

“Please....” She needed this man inside her, and she needed it badly. What would Aurora do? And then, it came. “Please, daddy! Please fuck my wet pussy! Please thrust it inside me!”

The fucking was immediate, and very rough. Zelda moaned, bucking her hips to take him deep; his dick quivering inside her. “Yes! Yes! Please... it feels so good!”

Her captor stopped. Zelda shook her head wildly, her legs twitching. “No...nonono... don’t stop! Please! Please, I need it!”

“If you want me to keep going,” said Faustus, “you’ll have to ask nicely, wife. Very nicely, since you didn’t even know it was me before you started thrusting like a whore.” He cupped her ass in his warm palm. “Go on.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy!” Said Zelda, her low voice like a caress to the warm night air. “Please make your naughty girl come again! I’m so close already, so wet for your big cock. Please, Daddy?”

He groaned. “Hell, that’s hot.”

Faustus paused to pull the blindfold from his wife’s eyes, that she could look into the moonlit arena below. The pale sand was calm, undisturbed by martyrs.

“Anyone could see you here, tied up, begging for Daddy,” he said. “Don’t worry. I know how greedy you are; I’ll leave you here when I’m done. Maybe some lucky janitor will have you next, mm?”

“Daddy,” Zelda gasped, her cheeks red from shame. “Daddy, please!”

“I’m ...coming!” he said, roughening his thrusts. “Take it all, there’s a good girl.”

“Faustus!” Zelda cried. His thrusts shortened, his cock twitching erratically. “Daddy! Dad-dy! Please, come inside your naughty girl! Oh, yes! Yes!”

His hot come flooded her, and Zelda moaned. “Yes, daddy! Yes!”

His fingers found her clit as he pulled out, and he rubbed it hard; with his other hand, he pulled out the beads, one at a time, from her stretched asshole.

“Don’t do that,” she begged. “It’s too much...! I’ll... I’ll...!”

“Good slut,” he hissed. “Go ahead, come again for daddy.” Faustus slapped her ass, pulling the last two beads out rapidly, his fingers squeezing her clit. “Come!”

To her surprise, Zelda obeyed him. She came so hard that she gasped for air, and her legs shuddered uncontrollably. “Yes....!”

Her husband chuckled. “Ready for more?” He inserted two more doses of the blue drug into her ass, ignoring when she shook her head.

“No more,” she begged. “Please, daddy. I’m so tired...”

“Too bad,” said Faustus, inserting a dose into his own arm. His cock was instantly hard again, and he thrust himself into her gaping asshole. “The Devil himself bade me destroy you tonight, Zelda. By the time I’m done using you tonight, you won’t be able to see straight... and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

He shoved a gag into her mouth, buckling it behind her red hair, and continued to fuck her, reveling in the night.