Olivia was his for the taking. She wanted, craved, NEEDED him to fill her. Her entire body screamed out its desire to be filled. Yet Arblis refused. While he certainly enjoyed sex and fed upon the pleasure and emotions it generated, he was not some weak spirit to be summoned up and commanded. HE was the master, and he would not grant her wish until she met his demands.

And she wanted to. He could feel the shame and propriety battling in her mind with lust, her slutty nature SO close to winning he could taste the tendrils of wanton abandon drifting off her skin.

Then came the fear, the worry of the unknown, or worse yet, the inevitable. It seemed Olivia was not so ignorant of her own desires as he had first thought. She was simply a coward.

Within her mind, he could see the war being waged. On one side was arrayed an army of demons. Succubi and incubi blotted out the sky, while armies of thugs and rapists stretched as far as the eye could see. Looming above them all was some vast indistinct form, a creature he instinctively identified as himself, huge, unknowable, and ready to devour her body and soul. On the other side, stood a single figure. Dressed head to toe in armor of purity, carrying a shield of propriety, and weilding the most dangerous weapon of all, the blade "What If", the knight stood before the bastions of Olivia's heart. Should it fall, should the demons smite her down, strip away her armor, claim her as their prize, and ravish her the war would be over. Olivia the proper heiress would never be the same if she fully accepted the slut into her heart. She would never be able to look her parents in the eyes if she wished for her most depraved fantasies to come true, and that wish was granted. How would she ever sit at a table with her classmates, if the night before she had begged to be gang banged.

The shadowy figure flung forwards a hand, and the hoard descended, striking, grabbing, screaming, the mental incarnation of the pleasure building within her as Arblis' power flooded into her skin wherever he touched. They were swarming her, overwhelming her, dragging her down to become one of them and make her surrender to the lust.

And then the sword. SWOOSH What if she gave in and hated what she became? WHOOSH What if her family found out? SLICE What If she got too distracted for her work? The knight beat back the attackers, holding the sword high, a clarion of trumpets sounding as it blazed with light. What if she could never go back. Her fantasies and dreams fled before that light, hiding from the thought that they might be made real, that the Olivia they would shape would be a hollow shell. Yes, she knew she wanted this. Yes, she knew she'd be happier once she gave in and accepted who she really was. But for now, What If won.

And so she held. Arblis could feel the girl rallying her defenses, knowing that she was a captive, that she couldn't stand against him, and he'd win eventually. But maybe that fight would mean something, and give her a road back when he dragged her down to hell. It was the bravest cowardice Arblis had ever seen.

"I see. You aren't actually ying to yourself, are you? You are just afraid of what the truth will make you. So be it. I will need to show you a taste of the life you will have once you accept who you really are."

Without another word, a swirling mass of black smoke rushed forward, stuffing itself into the girl's mouth, completely gagging her, as the tendrils holding her arms and legs hoisted her into the air and over the Djinn's shoulder. The creak of a window, the swish of curtains, and then air was rushing by her face, as she was carried away to a monster's lair.

Small, feeble, and slender to almost an unhealthy degree, despite Olivia’s delicate frame, when she finally makes up her mind and steels herself, it’s with a clear, visible defiance that she steadies and locks herself in. Still hot, still boiling, still brimming on the edge of climax, a twitching tremble here and there is, even with her mind set, still very much unavoidable. The touch of this beast seemed to light a burning fire of delight wherever it went on her skin, to the point where she could almost physically feel the tingle crackling up into her brain. Yet nonetheless, one could see her holding, see her bracing.

Deep hard, slow breathes come in and out. It’s clear she’s trying to take back some control. Mouth watering so much more since he’d begun his assault, Olivia’s lips meet as she swallows once again. However, this time she keeps them closed. An attempt to retake the pass, knight fighting to reclaim the land that’d fallen already to the horde, her nostrils flair, trying to keep up with her body’s demands for air as she tries, despite it all, to bring it all back down, calming her voice and expressions. However, as she’s quick to realise, there’s just not enough strength left. Nearby, as she steps over trampled earth, she can hear the black army, hear the villagers they’d captured. Moans of delight, gasps and squeals, the workers who’d kept Olivia’s lands, giving her the power she needed to move the earth and stone of her body and muscles, so many of them had been taken now, locked up, caged, slaves to these monsters who now kept them in this endless, drowning orgy.

Lips part. Her jaw relaxes. It’s no good, even if its just the occasional gasp or shuddering breathe, try as she might, she couldn’t stop these reactions completely. Her head turns slightly to one side in resignation. At least she could stop herself from speaking, from begging, from pleading but… He speaks. She stops. Lying? Despite her blindness, unable to see, unable to know exactly where he was, her head turns as if to look his way before… The turn of her head continues on past the other way. If she’d eyes to look at him right now, then she’d likely find herself failing to meet his gaze in this moment. And as he continues... The truth? Mentally she retreats further, chin dropping slightly but… Could it be? Was he actually inside her head? "So be it"? Back up to him, she lifts her gaze. Wait, what was he about to...

“I- Uhn.” She’d feel something rush in, lips closing just in time to partially stop it for but a moment but… it’s too late. There’s a bit of muffled smothering, what must have been a groan of protest. The mass hardly stops, barely a brief half second before it’s able to ram itself the rest of the way through, Olivia’s teeth instinctively pulling out the way before they could be knocked out, body now having to rapidly adjust to something large and thick filling her mouth, compressing down the back of her tongue and…

“Ullkh!” A wet gurgle or her throat as she finds her mouth completely stuffed, before she can fully react or process she’d feel herself flung forward, mid-rift folding heavily on something broad, body flipped fully face down as…

“Uhhhh.” A muffled start, taken by surprise, she feels the world rush around her. Pulling at the restraints that kept her arms dragged down the length of her back, she’d seemingly try once more to move but, try as she might, there’s no going anywhere as, quick as you like, she hears it, the window, the breeze. Behind her mask, Olivia’s eyes widen in shock, fear, and shame as she expects any moment to hear the sound of someone, somewhere.

She was naked, completely naked, and all of a sudden this creature was jumping right outside with her, middle of the day, right where anyone could see but… Nothing. Perhaps Arblis was kind enough to shroud her in his smoke. Perhaps Olivia’s fortune and luck, such as it is, had nobody around to see or hear this abduction. Or maybe, just maybe, even if somebody had seen it, such was the unspoken, unimpeded horror of this island, everyone knowing what things happened here, what monsters they’d encountered and what experiences they’d each had, true ongoings here on Shokushu something nobody ever dared to discuss… Maybe someone had seen, but it sure as hell wasn’t anyone who could do, or would do, anything about it.

Unfortunately for Olivia, or perhaps fortunately if her shame of being seen outweighed her hopes of potential rescue, she'd chosen the middle of the school day for her "personal time". Of course there were always a few students moving here and there, but none of them noticed the dark figure briefly sail from an upper dorm window, before rising above the canopy of the nearby forest and disappearing from view.

Hot sunbeat down from a clear sky, warming already heated skin, but it did little to keep away the chill wind of their passage. With only the rushing air as a guide there was no good way to judge their speed, but the way her hair wiped in the wind felt like putting her hair out the window on the high way. 40? 50? Maybe even 60MPH, each minute that passed meant another mile she would need to walk, barefoot, naked, and alone through the island's jungles if she ever managed to escape.

Arblis would have taken her farther if space on the island allowed, but he had agreed to the administration's rules against removing students without paying for them first. For now, a little hideaway he'd established at the farthest tip would have to suffice. He slowed in the air, hovering hundreds of feet above the lush canopy, and lifted Olivia free from his shoulder on misty tendrils. He flipped her upright, hands going to support her generous ass and pulling her back to his chest. His hardness slipped between her legs as he settled her, overcoming any struggles with ease.

"I don't know what that thing on your face is, but you don't seem to be able to see without it, so I am going to release one of your arms in a moment. I don't think you would enjoy being dropped, so don't bother fighting back." The tendril binding her arms behind her back during the trip uncooked from her right wrist, allowing her to finally get a look at her situation. Arvlis rotated in the air, first showing only the glistening expanse of open water, the a long rocky coast line with many jagged cliffs, then finally far off in the distance, the handful of buildings that made up the school's campus.

"I want you to understand precisely how hopeless your situation is. No one knows you are missing. No one knows where to look for you. If you try to escape on foot, you won't make it a mile before I catch you, and you would never survive the days in the jungle needed to make it back even if I didn't. You are mine to do with as I want, and your only hope of ever getting back to the school is to through my good graces."

He let that sink in a moment. Less than an hour ago this girl had been a normal student, and now she was the plaything of whatever Arvlis was. She still couldn't get a good look at him from where she was pressed to his chest, but she could at least look up to see the blazing pits of his face.

"Now, since we will be spending some time together, I think proper introductions are in order. As I told you before, I am Arblis, Djinn of desire. So long as you remain with me, your name is Lust. Go ahead and introduce yourself Lust."

After what felt like an eternity, the black ball of smoke filling her mouth was removed, giving Olivia another chance to speak. Aevlis had kept his magic flowing into her at a trickle, just enough to maintain a tingle of arousal, but for now the knight had managed to push back the forces of Lust. For now.

The purple tipped, perfect blonde hair of Olivia, long enough to reach down to her waist, whips into a sudden fury as the wind rushes around her. She’s not able see it, but sure enough the ground pulls away and, through the lurching of her body and stomach, she’s at least able to feel the levels of speed and altitude now instantly in play. It’s cold. Endless wind moving across her naked body as layers of sweat, heat, and moisture swiftly disappear. And sure enough, it’s not long before the silky smooth mocha of her skin starts to blush a sore, battered red. Even her sex, a flooded, drooling, dripping mess, even that lies vulnerable, hot eager pussy soon yielding, almost completely, to the dry frozen rawness that afflicted the rest of her body. It’s harsh. However, there would thankfully be at least one place spared the punishment. Nipples hard and dangerously sensitive, it’d be with some reluctance, and only some, that Olivia Nightingale finds herself leaning into whatever hard solidity he’d summoned to form his back. Soft mounds squashing against him, even upside down, at the very least her teats wouldn’t have to endure the raging winds but… Despite herself, she’d find her focus drawn to this warmth, a refuge amidst the cold, heat seemingly radiating from this point of contact.

There's a blush as she stops herself. She couldn’t let herself embrace it.

Rushing speed and whirling motion a legitimate distraction at first, with this flight continuing on for some time, it’d be in the several minutes that follow that Olivia would have herself time to think, time to ponder. She had no idea how far she was being taken, but at the very least, she knew it’d lie beyond the campus. In all likelihood, this creature planned to do all kinds of things to her, and naturally she couldn’t allow it but… Even as they fly, she’d find herself fidgeting, thighs rubbing together. With every deep breathe, mass still shoved into her mouth and throat, eyes watering ever so slightly, her chest would rise, tits sliding against him. Dammit, was she loving this or dreading this?

Inside her head, two very different opinions had already formed. This wasn’t the first time Olivia had found herself captured and violated by some creature. Almost physically, she’d remember the bliss and the lust, orgasm after orgasm racking her body and, though she fought against it for now, there’d be every chance such a thing was about to happen for her again, Olivia’s mind already visualising it but… She’d only been in this latest monster’s grasp, only had it’s power and abilities tormenting her mind and body, for a short while. However, if there was anything she’d learnt about him, it’d be that his control was absolute, and so long as he maintained his grip, and she refused to yield, there’d be no way in hell those climaxes were going to come.

What then? She’d done everything she could to fight him. She’d tried to deny him but… little by little, she’d feel the two of them start to slow, heat of the sun now starting to roast anew her freshly dried skin. In the past, at the very least, every creature that’d stolen her had eventually, once they were done, let her go. She’d been chased, she’d been captured, she’d been coerced and tricked. However, she’d never once found herself harmed in any lasting way and, one way or another, she’d seen herself back on campus.

“We should just let go.” Even as Olivia felt herself moving, sliding off the shoulder of this creature onto… well not her feet, but up onto a standing position, the treacherous thought whispered in her mind. For the briefest moment, hands bound behind her back, she’d at least make a show of struggling. Lurching backwards, mostly butt first, even had she gotten away at this moment, the immediate fall there after would likely have been… unfortunate. Luckily though, his hands are already there to stop her and, cheeks clenching as she felt him pulling close, but also as she felt something long and hard sliding up between her legs, brushing over her now quickly drooling again sex, it’d soon become clear that getting away wasn’t an option.

“He already knows your darkest, deepest secrets, and there’s nobody around to hear...” Blushing, feeling her tiny, petite frame rubbing against his body, it’s almost in response to this that she’s finally given leave to look around and see, confirming just how far away they were... and how helpless she now was. One hand finally free, it’d be with a slight tremble and a shake, some focus still drawn to the long, thick, solid warmth riding up between her legs, bringing life back to chilled flesh, that she’d find her way to the tiny buttons on her mask and… *Signal lost.* No kidding, she’s probably miles from her laptop by now. A couple of taps, cycling through the input options and… a sudden flash of white that fades quickly into focus, the mask adapting quickly from the last known light level, indoors, to the far brighter level out here and now, in the open. Even then though, the image seems blurred, foggy, clouded like smoke, she was pretty sure the caps were off her lenses, especially since there were no caps for her lenses. Getting her own hand in front of the cameras then, she’d see that it was all working but...

She’d feel that presence between her legs slide away as she’s turned to scan and otherwise view the surroundings. Leaning forward, chin up, back straight, needed because of the thing in her mouth and throat, on the one hand, she already knew that she was up high. On the other hand, finally turning, Arblis giving her the chance to see it… There’s a jolt of tension that runs through her body, Olivia nearly pulling herself back. Yeah, there’s definitely no way. Even without him listing the obstacles that’d face her, should she try to return on her own, not only would she find herself agreeing but, noting the remaining charge left on her mask, she’d mentally find herself checking an even further boundary that he himself had not mentioned. At best, she had eight hours before the cameras went out, and Olivia found herself blind again.

Still, for all the threats and concerns he’d dote on her, there would be one tiny slither of hope. Should she ever find herself back home, all she had to do was behave. At least, with this being what she wanted to hear, it would seem as though he'd imply this but... Slowly and carefully, she’d find herself spun back around to him. Mass slowly slipping from her mouth, though she’d had her head bowed before, her one free hand now finding itself up on… on his chest? She’d not really taken in what exactly it was she was seeing, but now she’d find herself looking up into burning pits, and raging embers.

“Uh...” Shocked and taken aback by the appearance of this creature more than anything, for her sake she had to hope he'd read her properly, hesitation now less defiance and more surprise at seeing something so remarkable and unreal. Lust? She had to introduce herself as Lust? With perfect timing she’d feel a fresh, warm bead of her own desires trickle down the back of her knee. Could she actually do it? To be a slave, to be captured and used... There was so much she'd have to give up. Olivia's research and her journeys of discovery, classes and classmates, chocolate and delicious foods, soft beds and warm showers, her family, their wealthy estate, basically the name of Olivia Nightingale and her entire life. Her fantasies were dark and sensual, her needs salacious and lustful. Sure, she could let herself go, allow herself to be consumed... but would she have to give up too much? Then again...

She fidgets. She needs it. Her body needed it, and not just this one time. Inside of her there'd be a need, a desire. She knew it could not be sated by something small, some temporary thing. One day, if she did nothing, she knew this need would drive her mad. Yes, she might have to give everything else up, but at least she'd finally quell this craving, at least she'd finally...

"Or maybe not." The whisper of temptation. "Maybe you could give yourself to it, and have these other things to." Hmm... yes... Afterall every other monster had put her back eventually, once they finished playing with her, once they'd had their fun. Surely there'd be every chance this Arblis would do the same. Honestly, the fact that none of them had harmed her, that none of them had not simply taken her away forever, given how much fun they seemed to have with young ladies like Olivia, it'd almost seem absurd how willing they all seemed to be to just send her back. Yes, maybe she could give herself to them, but also enjoy her regular life when they allowed it.

"H-hello." In fact, it'd almost be like they were having to obey some kind of rule or law. Though what kind of being or entity had command over them, she had no idea. "I-I'm Lust?" Despite herself, she couldn't stop it from being phrased like a question. Yes. Yes, she just had to do what he said and... and she'd get to have it, get to have what she needed and then, like that, she could just go back. She could have everything she wanted, the lust and the life. "C-can we go inside? I think I might catch the sun out here."

Arblis Laughed. It wasn't some sinister chuckle, or a smirk followed by a condescending "Ha". His entire body shook with a deep, roaring basso boom as completely unrestrained mirth filled thr air. If he hadn't had such a firm grip on his prize on the off chance she tried to get free, she likely would have fallen to a very embarrassing end. Little flickers of flame ran down his cheeks in blazing rivulets. If Olivia had more knowledge of her captor, she'd know just how rare and valuable the burning tears of a Djinn were. He just couldn't help himself. Olivia's priorities were so, So, SO misaligned with the reality of her situation, her words sounded like one of the best jokes he'd heard in a thousand years.

He was able to get himself at least partly under control after over a minute, clutching the caramel skinned girl to his chest in mid-air. "Oh....haha....oh, that felt good. You really don't understand how foolish that sounded do you? Here you are, kidnapped with no chance of rescue, having just insulted the magical being that has TOLD you he intends to make you his fuck toy, dangling naked hundreds of feet in the air, and what are the first words out of your mouth? An apology for spurning the creature's gift? Pleas for release? A question about the mental block preve ting you from climax? Maybe another offer to serve me?

None of those. The most pressing issue on your mind was a SUNBURN. There aren't words in your language to describe how hilarious that is, knowing what I do about your life for the immediate future. He reached up to wipe a flickering tear from one eye.

"And to answer your question. No. You were given a chance to have every one of your fantasies fulfilled, and decided to throw it away. Until I decided otherwise, my little Lust, you are nothing more than a cock sleeve, and cock sleeves don't get to make requests. They just get fucked."

The Djinn had already waited FAR longer than acceptable to claim Olivia's body, and saw no reason not to get started right here in the sky. The hands cradling her ass to support her shifted her weight, realigning her small form so that her dripping womanhood was directly above his raging hard on, before pulling her whole body down with a sloppy sounding thawck, as he hilted himself in her cunt in a single thrust. After the torment and edging he'd put her through, he knew she wanted to cum, NEEDED to cum, would be pushed far over the edge at the sudden explosion of sensation of being stuffed to the brim like she always dreamed of, but her fiendish captor kept thay release jailed behind bars of his unbreakable will, and he wouldn't release his hold until he was good and ready.

His arms lifted and yanked down again, slamming the poor girl down like he intended to break her. Her tightness spasmed around him, crying out for release, but only managing to massage and encourage the dark spire piercing her inner most depths. Arblis knew what his prey wanted, even if she was loathed to admit it. She wanted to be used just like this, for her wishes to be ignored, to lose absolutely any sense of control and just let her body feel. Except Arblis had taken even more than she thought possible. Losing all agency, all choice was supposed to leave her with no choice except to let go, to give in to the overflowing lust she tried to hide, and cum her fucking brains out. This time, even that option was being denied to her, as the pressure of ceaseless pressure built and grew within her body and mind.

Another teeth rattling thrust. Then another. Arblis was getting into a rhythm now, lift and slam, lift and slam, using Olivia's tight little cunny as the cock sleeve he claimed she was.

His eyes met hers the next time he lifted her weak body, and for a moment she could see herself reflected in those writhing flames. Her body bouncing up and down on a monstrous cock, head thrown back, hair waiving in the wind. Then the image split.

In one, the bouncing girl's body drooped, her head lolling to one side, arms falling weakly with each thrust. It was the image of a broken doll, a husk burnt out either by the beasts mental intrusions or being unable to handle the mind numbing pleasure.

In the other her head snapped forward, laughing, throwing her arms around the dark creature and pulling herself into a passionate kiss. Her whole body trembled in an convulsing orgasm, before breaking the kiss and langerously grinding her hips against the creature pounding into her.

In Olivia's defence, she'd never faired all that well with the heat. It tended to rain most of the time where she came from, and usually she’d spend most of her time indoors. As such, this current request from the newly named ‘Lust’ would be less a long term concern, worrying about sunburn some distance in the future, and more about her immediate discomfort, sweet little heiress already feeling the scorching heat upon her skin. It really was too hot to be outside. That said, such things probably meant little to nothing to this smoke and fire entity, Arblis. And even if the state of Olivia’s comfort were a concern right now, it’d soon come to matter even less, the young Miss Nightingale soon forgetting about all of it as a new ‘distraction’ presents itself.

“Heh heh...” Even as she feels him lurch, almost dropping her seemingly, it’d be with a certain desperate determination that she’d continue to smile and otherwise endeavour to stay amicable. One hand still bound behind her, the other pressed softly to his chest, it’d be amidst that uncertainty as to whether this was a good or a bad laugh that she’d foolishly risk a brief glance down. Fuck… oh boy. There’d be trees, some water, a few jagged rocks. In all likelihood though, there’d be nothing soft that she’d be able to find her way towards during the fall so…

“I...” Though it’d be camera imagery fed directly to the visual cortex of her mind, Lust’s vision becomes slightly blurred and hazy as her loins twinge with a fresh flood. “Did… did I amuse you?” Though she’d had no official training in this matter, leaning into him, she’d nonetheless have the pleading, pleasing, placating mewl of a begging slave down flat already. With his amusement came the slightest glimmer of hope. If she managed to please him, he may just see it within him to treat her kindly. Yes, even as he began to spoke, explaining his laughter, she’d continue to smile, continue to plead. She’d be the perfect servant except… the smile starts to fade. Little by little, her heart sinks further and further, heiress barely able to bring it back to a slight perk at the end.

Yes, what he planned to do with her life? By this point she’d have hardly any hope that it’d be anything good, but a part of her tried its best to hold on but… Ah, yes. No that made sense. Still… “W-w-wait. No, no please...” For the first time in a little while now she’d start to struggle in earnest. Her knees try to push towards one another, as her one free hand finds what seems to be a wrist holding onto her form. All power, all size, all weight that Olivia had, it’d mean nothing to him as she’d feel her calves pulls forward towards either side of him. Her body lifts up, even as she tries to shove her body free of his grip. She knew what was coming. She knew what she was being brought up over. However, none of this knowledge meant anything as he quickly pulled her down and…

“I- Uhhhn!” With a gasp her head throws back as her lips part. Ever so pink, almost a sweet bubblegum shade, her delightful tongue presses against the back of her perfect, bottom teeth, and what parts of her face can be seen behind the mask are immediately flushed a hot, warm red, sexual lust written all over it. Her back arches, her whole body shivers. Wetness can be seen drooling in the cavern of her mouth. She tries to hold on. She tries to cope. Her hands bunch into fists, but the more primal, savage, basic part of her struggles to understand. Why couldn’t she cum? Why was she stuck?

Breasts heaving, tits thrust out before her, she’d feel the entirety of his member deep inside. Hugging him tight, body twitching and spasming around him, in one single thrust he’d managed to reach the one spot she’d never been able to reach, unbelievable pleasure washing over her as his unbearably large cock grinds on the very back of her womb. Any yet- “OH FUCK!” His assault was far from over, Arblis’ own solo session with this fleshy meat tube toy he’d found just beginning. Slowly, bit by bit, he’d begin to slide out of her, Lust feeling every inch as it rubs against her insides and then...

“Nnn-nn-ngh.” Her teeth bite together as she tenses head to toe, yet another thrust landing as he began to slowly drive himself to a rhythm. Heat filled every inch of her, from her outer most layers of skin, to her deepest insides. Like steam, she’d feel it gather inside of her head.

“Oh god...” The voice comes out hushed and quiet, heiress barely able to get the words out as her strength starts to fail. Everything in her just wanted to go limp, and were it not for the unbelievable pleasure flowing out, through her legs, through her chest, through her every inch, she might have found herself falling even into unconsciousness. And yet every impact, every thud against her depths, it'd keep her here, kept her in the moment.

“Oh fuck...” Her one free hand almost scratches at his wrist as he drives in once more. His pace begins to build and, as he does do, so to does the push preventing her from escaping to nothingness. Again and again, she’d feel him strike. Her body twitches. She could hear the wet sloshing. From her lips a wobbling shaking, groaning sigh of ‘hu-uh-uh-urhh’ escapes...

Head bowing. “No, no, no, no...”

Then throwing back onto her shoulders again. “Urgh. URGH!”

Pushing down at him, body trying to stretch upwards out of his grasp as much as possible, it’d seem she’d well and truly hit the desperation part. “Please. Please. I’m sorry. Fuck. I can’t. I- Oh Fuck. I can’t. I- Oh god. Oh god. Urgh... It's so good. So good. Fuck. Please. Pleaseletmecum. Pleaseletmecum. Pleaseletmecum. PleeeaAASH! AH FUCK! FUCK!!” A vibrant thrash and her body spasms uncontrollably in his grasp, though its not certain if its a convulsion of pleasure or a genuine, violent attempt to pull free, either way there’s a madness to it now. She could feel the blood and pressure inside her head, face swelling red, like holding your breathe for too long. Thankfully not with her nails, but with her fingers, after another push and desperate attempt to escape, there’s a brief flurry of pawing at her own neck, collar and chest, enough self control apparently left for her not to hurt herself but…

Her toes bunch up tight, curling in the most unbearable, unbreakable, most tortured delight imaginable. After another screaming groan, huddling up, body trying to bundle itself into a bottle fetal position, there’d be nothing she could do but lie there and feel as he continued to thrust and drive and push her again and again at this exhausting edging point. This cock was perfect. Every weak point, every place inside of her where she’d shiver and quake, he’d hit them all. Pulling back, he’d even manage to grind and rub that quint-essential g-spot. It was too much. Just as he’d promised, she’d already begun to feel ‘Olivia’ and the very concept of her turning to mush in her brain.

Bit by bit, she’d start to fade, heiress barely managing to lift her head to see the images when finally they’re presented. One, much like herself, seems to be nothing more than a broken doll and, herself slowly starting to unfurl even now, bouncing, muscles loosening as she began to list to one side, it’d not be long now it seems before she’d find herself at that given point. The other…? Was… was that what he wanted? Behind her mask, she could feel her eyes trying to roll upwards into her skull, not that it made any difference to the perfect camera image relayed to her mind regardless. Did he…?

Summoning what little strength remained, she’d force herself up, briefly over shooting to slump limply back. Despite the cold, and the wind, and the altitude, a layer of sweat had quickly returned to cover her every inch. In the current heat, that of the surroundings, that of Arblis, and that of Lust herself, one could practically see the steam vapour rising off of her. She’d feel it, again and again, blissful rushes of his cock burying itself deep inside of her. There was a climax brewing inside of her, and the longer he kept it from her, the more she could feel it build. Even if he did release it now. Even if he allowed it to flow out of her. She’d widely doubt she’d have what it took to withstand it. Yet nonetheless, even if it swept her into oblivion...

“Please...” She manages to slump herself forward, her one free arm finding his neck and shoulder to capture it in a loving embrace. “Please let me be yours. I want it. I want to be taken and violated over and over. I dream of men. I admit it. I confess. I dream of ruthless men, taking me off the street, out of my bed, tying me up, holding me down, using me, filling me up to the brim with their cum. I'm sorry I denied you before. Have mercy. Take me over and over Arblis, Master Djinn of Desire. Make me cum again and again, until I lose count. Let me serve you. Let me please you. I was so wrong before. I want to accept your most beautiful, wonderful gift.” With her last ounce of power she’d pull herself forward, even as the cock ruins and forever changes the shape of her insides, she surrenders herself to a deep passionate kiss. Whatever the answer he gives, she’d not care about anything else any more. All that mattered to her was him, and the act of giving herself over completely.

Sure, being raped, being taken, being tied up and loosing control of any of it at all was one way to ensure she'd not stop, that she'd get that satisfaction she needed. The other way however, maybe, just maybe, was to surrender herself completely in a different way. Surrender herself, to the lust.

Arblis ignored Lust's struggles and protests, as his intentions became clear, any attempts to deny him what was so obviously his for the taking brushed aside like an insect. Instead, he focused on savoring the feeling of breaking in his new toy. Her hot wet depths wrapped around his manhood, greedily swallowing it as he pounded into her. He felt as the gates to her womb parted, allowing him to spear harder, deeper, past every last defense of her body and into her very core. It was WONDERFUL. Her inner walls hugged his cock with each teeth rattling thrust, stroking and molding to the massive invader. Her body was a roaring furnace wrapped around him, each thrust only stoking that fire to new levels, as if she was trying to melt away the unwanted, but oh so pleasurable, intruder.

He leaned down to pressed flaming lips to her neck, hot tongue flicking over her dark skin, savoring the salty flavor of her skin as the exertion causes to whole body to break out in a sweat. This woman...no, this pet...no, this meat, was HIS. He could use it, reshape it, break it as he saw fit. The knowledge that he could devour her, mind, body and soul was a pleasure in and of itself, and only drove him to fuck her harder, faster and deeper as he strove to leave his cock imprinted on her body forever.

Lusts emotions were nearly as intoxicating as her flesh, a relentless wave of indescribable need pressing against his senses, mixed with terror that the needs wouldn't be sated. Those emotions held Power. To feel, to desire, to know love, pain, joy, fear, it was the very essence of mortal life, and it radiated off Lust like a noon day Sun. Arblis bathed in that warmth, soaking in that inexhaustible flow of life energy as the girl in his arms experienced the fucking of a lifetime. He felt as those emotions shifted from desperation to make her savage rape stop to an overwhelming need for it to continue, if only she'd be allowed that desperately needed chance at release.

For now, Arblis cruely denied even that desire, a fitting punishment for her impudence earlier. Even as he could feel the madness creeping in on her mind, as her moans and cries turned from protests to a mantra of pleas, begging for the moment of release, his power held her mind in an iron grip. Fuck toys weren't meant to enjoy their use. They were objects to be used and tossed aside by their owners. And if this toy broke, who cared? There was always another one ready for the taking. And be COULD feel her breaking, her sanity desolving under the unrelenting onslaught of pleasure as time and again his cock forced its way into her battered hole. He could feel her thrashing growing weaker, more frantic, as her body neared its breaking point. His eyes met hers, and a moment passed between them, and acknowledgement that a Choice must be made: to break, or to bend.

A heartbeat later, and her decision was made. Her free arm desperately clung to him as she finally surrendered to the truth, to her true self, and most importantly, to Him. She begged to be allowed to serve, to atone for her sins, to be given the mercy of becoming his slave. She Wished it with her whole being. Far beyond the emotions he'd fed on so far, a Wish like this was an intoxicating drug unlike any other, and he reveled in the euphoric high of it, as he felt his own release approaching.

As her mouth joined his, sealing her promise, his voice rang through her mind.

"YOUR WISH IS GRANTED"

And then it was gone. That terrible unseen block holding back the tidalwave of pleasure within Lust's loins evaporated as if it was never there, just as Arblis slammed up into her needy cunt and released into the deepest depths of her womb. Streams of concentrated pleasure, the byproduct of her absorbed emotions, flooded her already wet passage. The misty grey torrent couldn't be contained by her battered hole, first inflating her stomach with the geyser of his seed before forcing its way out past his massive cock to join her own squirt, sending a shower of their joined fluids raining down to the forest below.

He held the desperate kiss until he felt his new slave go limp in his arms, then disentangled himself. He lifted her with arms under her knees and shoulders, and floated down to where the sea pounded against a crack in the cliff side, revealing the deep cave which would be Lust's new home.

When the term 'flood' is used to describe the blissful, warm rush of orgasmic climax, it's usually in some part an unintended exaggeration. A true natural disaster, such as this, doesn't simply wash over the land, leaving it the same as before it came to pass. It destroys and lays waste to everything in its path. Cars are swallowed, people are lost, and those that survive are left stranded atop the roofs of their homes, waiting to be rescued. It comes when a dam bursts, or a river bank breaks. The water is not clear, but brown and muddled with earth, raging and surging, higher than the tallest tree or house, merciless and indiscriminate, powerful like some endless god. You can see a whole town disappear, buildings demolished, consumed, or else carried downstream. It's terrifying, and most of the time it'll leave a permanent mark, both landscape and city forever changed, forcing those that remain to rebuild. 'A rolling wave' is a better word, 'a rumbling crescendo that shakes and continues to shake the orchestra house' a better sentence. Yes, these descriptions serve the event better.

The climax Lust feels comes to her as a flood.

Lips locked with those of her new master, Lust’s kiss a ravaging longing to consume him whole, with every hiss of breathe and suckle, every swirl of the tongue, he’d feel her body rising up, tensing and tightening just a bit more, bracing for something. Anticipating his seed, hungry to receive it, her insides ripple. Around the back of his head, she’d feel her fingers close and clutch, clawing at him slightly but- With a suddenness, as his climax releases and hers is allowed, the delicate digits of the heiress splay. There’s shock. Pulling back from him, her mouth is open, actively gaping. However, no air or sound escapes. Like someone repeating failed attempts to gasp over and over, her ever startled ‘O’ widens and closes, never forming actual words. Her misted white eyes are wide, affixed open behind the delicate, porcelain white of her mask. There’d be no comprehending it, no bearing. Head tilted back, chin lifted up, even the heavens failed to yield an answer to her now.

She’d feel the final thrust of him strike into her deepest parts, the oceanic surge of cum erupting against her insides. Her whole body goes from a gentle glow to a blinding white light. Like simmering embers rising to a violent flame in the presence of an unleashed Bunsen, or a raging inferno exploding from its own smoke as someone unwisely opens a door, warm to the touch, feeding it the air it needed... Such is the surge, it’d actually be pretty quick that Lust would find herself knocked clear out of consciousness. Though that doesn’t stop her body from continuing in her absence.

Rocking back and forth, almost nodding slightly as it starts to flow over her, the heiress steadily ratchets back into a fully backward curved arched and then… “Ah… Ah… Ohhh...Ohh-AAAUUUOOOHHHRRHHGH!!!” It starts in the legs, but with the speed in which it spreads to her every inch, it’d almost seem a simultaneous, spontaneous start all over. Despite the absolute scientific fact that the camera feed of her mask fed directly to her visual cortex, she’d see everything turn white. With an uncontrollable, almost violent rage of vibrant spasms, the little Shokushu student turns to a vibrating, convulsing mass. Every muscle goes completely full, berserk mode haywire, not stopping, not halting, breathe finally catching in the bottom of her throat as she squeezes her lungs empty.

About a minute passes, and the only deliberate effort presence seems to be the clenching of her teeth and the opening and closing curl of her toes. With her body still held mostly in place, it’s just her one free arm that hangs loose, jostling as it flops down by her side. A couple of short gasps and some small amount of air is pulled back into her. Punctuation, tiny mouse like squeaks of her body, hips bucking along with them, it’s here that she can’t help but unleash a pair of short spats before finally, a proper squirt escapes, the body of Olivia, now belonging to Lust, apparently a messy thing.

She doesn’t actually notice the moment she passes out. At what point she’s done, not feeling anything, instead slipping into the blanket white bliss of this new form of unconsciousness that took no notice of anything actually physically happening any more… she has no idea. She’d know that her body continued to convulse after squirting. What she didn’t know was it’d continue for about another minute, squirt again, a second or third climax apparently piling on top of the bigger one already hitting, then some more spasms, a few minutes further still, completely silent except for the slight chattering of her teeth, head bobbling and jostling worryingly loose on her shoulders, shaking and nodding as she shook head to toe. Indeed, the last thing she’d remember having any focus on was the effort to grit her teeth, heiress keen on not biting her own tongue as this happened and, once she’d checked out, it’s only by some miracle that it doesn’t happen after.

Finally though, it starts to die down, convulsions eventually giving way to a buzzing tremble marked by the occasional twitch and, in a surprisingly cute turn, a few unconscious hiccups. There’d be a few survivors left on the now drifting scraps of rooftop. Some little pieces of Olivia that’d wonder briefly if she’d made the right decision, if this road she’d gone down had been the right one, a tiny bit of ‘instant regret’ summoned as she’d spoken last. However, sure enough, they’d soon find themselves swallowed by the surging waters and…

In the end, it’d actually be a good thing she’d not last, passing out quick. She probably could have experienced more pleasure and bliss if she’d been honest with him from the start, and there certainly would have been ways for Arblis to make this latest climax of Lusts something more to last. Unfortunately, when waters build to these heights, remaining conscious for too long in the face of their final release, it can be… dangerous to say the least. That much hitting all at once, as a scientist herself, the late Olivia could probably explain herself the kind of damage, even properly physical, this could do to the mind or even the brain. Instead though, she’d white out just in time to avoid any permanent damage and, whilst she’d clearly have to rebuild the cityscape of her mind after the flood, the foundations would still remain.

As she’s carried off by her new master however, the real question would be… what would He rebuild in Olivia’s place?

Lust's body played the song of oblivion. Each spasm a note in the orchestra, each wet slosh of liquid a chord, percussion was the rhythm of flesh against flesh, even the scream of maddening pleasure caught within her throat was an unheard chorus singing in time with her body to the tune of blissful unconsciousness. Through it all Arblis was the conductor, guiding his now slave's being from the frantic fearful movements of Olivia, through the languorous and passionate crescendo of Lust, and finally here, the bombastic finale, the moment when this girl impaled on his cock ceased to be a rational, thinking person, and became a blank slate. As her cunt splashed him with fluid, limbs twitched and shook, back arched, toes clenched, her mind was filled with absolutely nothing but pleasure.

And Arblis was the master of pleasure.

After enjoying the feeling of her needing sex milking the last of his cum free, and letting her convulsions die down, Arblis pulled the broken girl from his cock and carried her to where her new home waited. As he did, he invaded her mind, finding the once shining city that held the core of Olivia overwhelmed in the flood of his power. He stood as a giant above the ruined walls, looking over his conquest. With a wave of his hand, the flood waters of pleasure receded, their job done for the time being. Clinging like drowned rats to flotsam and debris were a bare handful of the citizens of Citadel Olivia, the handful of memories, friends and connections she would still remember upon awakening. He cast forth streaks of darkness, and each of the mental citizens left to his new beauty were lifted from where they choked and gasped, and fastened in collars and shackles. It would not do to completely destroy everything that was once Olivia. There needed to be a foundation to build off of if he was going to sculpt Lust into more than an empty doll. He'd sort through the captives soon enough, but for now Lust would need a new kingdom, one built in his image, the image of her new Master. Where the now gone foundations of Oliva once lay, Arblis commanded a new city to rise. Walls, grew from the ground, black as midnight, bearing the banner of a triple flames on a dark field. Dark cobblestones poked from the ground, and along their edges sprung great and majestic buildings of black marble. Stygian cathedrals would tole the bells in each district, calling the residents to worship at the alter of Lust's new lord. As he built the streets, the ground itself rose, the roads forming a spiral along the new hillside, until at its peak formed an obsidian palace overlooking all of the new domain.

Lastly, he made the people. He populated the Lands of Lust with the thugs, rapists, and demons that had formed the armies that he threw against the walls of Olivia. They were crude things for now, little more than the impressions he had gleamed from her mind when he first read her thoughts, but that would change. As he corrupted each of the citizens of her old life, they would take their places among these temporary pawns and give them shape. She might feel a bit hazy when she awoke, but that would pass soon enough.

He was distracted by the flutter of wings, as a nude demoness with scarlet skin flew up and performed a mid air bow. She was accompanied by two small flocks of imps, each carrying an unconscious figure. Still dressed in her plate, but lacking her helm and sword, Olivia was coughed and wheezed weakly from the near drowning she'd experienced. Lust on the other hand, seemed to be sleeping peacefully, a smile of pleasure across her lovely lips.

"My lord, we've found them, more or less in tact."

"Excellent, take them both to the palace. My new regent can go to her chambers with all possible comforts, while our champion can sleep things off naked in a cold cell. I'll send for them both soon enough."

His minions flew off, and the dark Djinn admired his work. Yes, a city without a populace was just a husk, but that would change as Lust learned more of what it meant to be a slave. This would do for now.

Arblis withdrew from the mind of the unconscious woman in his arms as he arrived in the sea cave lair he kept prepared for just such an occasion. After flying over a inlet of crashing sea water, which would be dangerous for even an experienced swimmer to cross without being battered against the sharp stone walls of the cave, Arblis set down on a small beach, where the waves spent the last of their fury to gently lap against the soft sand. Little light reached this deep, but a quick spitting motion sent embers from his mouth spinning through the air, lighting a dozen or so thick candles. Their flickering light revealed a sizable circular chamber, with a simple but functional camp kitchen, a sleeping pad, table and chairs, and a compost toilet. In the rear, a passageway disappeared deeper into the cliff side. The proprietors of the island kept dozens, if not hundreds, of sites like this sprinkled around the island for guests to customize to their needs. Arblis had selected a few as potential locations to bring his playthings, plus some more lavish ones to relax in when he wasn't in the mood for company, or to be waited on by already trained slaves.

For now, Lust's body and mind needed time to recuperate before her training could begin in earnest. His dark form gently lay the nude girl down on the mat, then removed the mask she wore and examined it. He saw a small light next to the button she'd pressed to turn it on, and held it until it went dark, then placed the device next to her slumbering body. He still wasn't sure what the thing did, but she seemed to need it to see, and he didn't see any reason to cripple a newly acquired servant. He'd need to order her to explain once she awoke.


The being of fire and darkness left his prize there, drifting off down the rear passage to wait until he heard the sounds of the slave in training beaconing him to return.