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Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy
Description: When we last left the perilous world of the Unseelie, we were faced with a difficult challenge: Take one virgin faery in a world of darkness and brutal sex and show her the love and gifts of the powerful Black Angus, legendary Guard Dogs of Faery by controlling her desires and bringing out her true nature as a submissive. But the goddess that somehow inhabited Siddella's body wanted vengeance for the wrongdoing that the Cybernetic beings have created as the new Unseelie City-state. A smart Dominant, Frika knew this wasn't the best course of action for either his mate or the land in which Siddella came from. Can he show her through her own natural desires that healthy sex can include bondage and a different kind of pain? Siddella's story is really one about transformation and change that D/S relationships can have. As the Fae must learn to accept their past and fix the present for the future, Siddella must learn to accept who she truly is, a change that forces growth or the deaths of so many, including her beloved master Frika.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [143 KB]
Words: 30978
Reading time: 88-123 min.

Dedication

Author's note

When we last left the perilous world of the Unseelie, we were faced with a difficult challenge. Take one virgin faery in a world of darkness and brutal sex and show her the love and gifts of the powerful Black Angus, legendary Guard Dogs of Faery by controlling her desires and bringing out her true nature as a submissive.

But the goddess that somehow inhabited Siddella's body wanted vengeance for the wrongdoing that the Cybernetic beings have created as the new Unseelie City-state.

A smart Dominant, Frika knew this wasn't the best course of action for either his mate or the land in which Siddella came from. Can he show her through her own natural desires that healthy sex can include bondage and a different kind of pain?

Siddella's story is really one about transformation and change that D/s relationships can have. As the Fae must learn to accept their past and fix the present for the future, Siddella must learn to accept who she truly is, a change that forces growth or the deaths of so many, including her beloved master Frika.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did.

Sascha Illyvich April 2010

Chapter One

Luminous thick clouds hung overhead that threatened to let loose an unbelievable amount of hard electric snow and rain. A cold wind whipped past Siddella, plastering strands of snow white hair against her face. Running as fast as her legs would carry her, she'd made it from Frika and Virus wasting only necessary energy before she managed to duck into a building not far from the club.

The Goddess inhabiting her body guided her instincts to this building for shelter and rest while providing Siddella with an added power boost that the grid couldn't touch.

It was a wonderful feeling.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. She stopped and set a hand against the brick wall before she lowered her head. Sweat dripped into her eyes. Sweat was odd for someone who was barely dressed in the middle of blizzard like temperatures but her elusive speed pumped blood through her body so much that her internal temperature rose.

Power flowed through her in such a manner that the rush produced an almost euphoric feeling that Siddella had never experienced.

The only thing that came close to this was when Frika fucked her and made her cum.

Was that because of his magick?

She licked her lips. The Goddess inside wanted to control her more and send her back towards Frika for more play but Siddella maintained enough control over her body to keep that from happening. She didn't want Frika. Couldn't have a mate. It was unthinkable for someone with such a long history of being alone.

The only thing the Goddess desired more than sex seemed to be the destruction of this version of Faery. Voices in Siddella's head echoed cries from other deities that sought to return back to Faery and play.

There was still the spell he'd used to bind her to him.

Realization that he could track her set in. "Damnit!"

As the power from the Goddess managed to flow through her, a reawakening of her sensuality set off her senses. Every nerve opened to experience, every pore became ready to receive. Sex was primary to the survival of Faery but even more than its survival, sex helped release tension.

Frika had certainly helped her burn off years of steam from just the few days they'd spent together.

Having run into the Prince of Black Angus after stealing data that would ultimately deactivate the massive energy grid was not on her plans. She simply wanted the one thing, freedom from this hellhole of a land that enslaved the inhabitants in an unnatural environment.

Wiping her arm across her brow, Siddella looked up and around. Frika's magickal signal touched hers, indicating that he was near. She realized that the bond probably helped her locate him too.

He couldn't catch her. She had to make her way to the center of the city and break in. A simple hack could shut the city-state down for hours, long enough for authorities to deal with the protests and raids that the Black Angus has staged.

Then she could assassinate the ruler of this city-state and take out his cronies.

To bathe in the blood of the dead would feed the Goddess inside.

Siddella shook her head.

This couldn't be the deity everyone of considerable age missed.

I'm afraid. The voice echoed in her head.

Gasping, Siddella looked around. "Who said that?"

No live bodies appeared to be present.

I did. I'm afraid and I've been locked up. The feminine voice truly sounded scared.

Siddella asked, "Who are you?"

I am that which has ruled over the lands and the Black Angus for centuries until I was forced into captivity. Help me.

A wave of sadness hit Siddella so hard she shuddered and sunk down to the ground. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she shivered, teeth chattered. The scent of pepper became evident.

"What is this smell?"

A storm brews on the horizon. A bad one. And trouble lies ahead. You must hurry indoors and...

The wave of fear hit Siddella so hard it threatened to knock her off balance. Nausea set in and her stomach did a flip flop at the prospect of being caught out in an electrical storm.

This world really needed magick back.

Memories flashed in her head of thick fauna, dark and sensually dangerous. Creatures far and wide called this place home. The large variety of Unseelie fae, those who enjoyed the Court of Dark mixed well enough without manmade interruptions. Those who didn't were simply executed by their own. The land no longer represented a mound, but rather a desolate nuclear electric wasteland like something out of a horror film. Sometimes the air held a creepy aura in the occasional neon green atmosphere.

Temperatures weren't always steady but the extremes she'd grown up with didn't exist. A light shone brightly over the land despite the darkness, providing the way towards the Seelie land just as that land held a dark spot on the horizon to lead those who journeyed into the darkness towards the Unseelie.

Frika called the lands in between the two realms home.

She shivered though it wasn't from the cold.

Her heart ached. She missed the fucker.

"Asshole"

You should be grateful. He made this connection possible.

Siddella looked up. She whispered, "I don't understand."

Unknowingly, he carried me to you.

She spoke in a hushed whisper, "And sex must have passed you to me. But why?"

No response.

Siddella stood. Annoyed, she stumbled back against the wall and shouted, "Damnit tell me why!"

Her power grew weaker. The longer she remained apart from Frika and out in the open, the longer she'd be exposed to the grid and be drained.

"I guess even a goddess has her limitations."

Remorse settled in.

The next thing she knew, her body had moved on its own volition, breaking into a sprint at almost three quarters of her fastest speed. Gaining ground away from Frika's magickal signal, towards the inner city, she only knew the one thing. There was a need deep in her that needed to be satisfied before she could take down anyone, especially the ruler of the city-state. "What the fuck is going on?'

I need to feel and be fed. Something's taking power from me.

The voice in her head sounded strained.

She tried to stop herself but her limbs wouldn't respond. "So you're going to take me where?"

In the blink of an eye, the world exploded before her. The blast of light and blur of everything passing by her had happened so fast her head spun and her stomach threatened to heave up its contents.

When the blurring stopped, Siddella found herself in the middle of another club. Darkness surrounded her except for a few lights that sparkled and moved about the dance floor. Bodies strewn about and moved to the heavy bass beats of electronic body music. Screams could be discerned among the beats from another room not too far from where Siddella stood.

She scanned the dancers and found no one to her liking.

Then she realized she wasn't the one doing the looking.

Clad in various states of undress, some wore leather, others wore what appeared to be Victorian finery, and they all moved or milled about in typical Goth fetish fashion. The unnamed land deity currently residing in Siddella searched for the one who would give her just enough to make it to central command downtown.

This part of town sat along the outskirts of the high rises and modern mechanized buildings where the wealthy lived.

The Cyber-Fae policed the area frequently and kept belligerents from stirring up too much trouble.

The deity desperately wanted a real faery, not one of those mechanized pieces of shit.

The club was filled with high level officers and Menace alike, an odd combination considering the two were enemies. But fetish was fetish and everyone could agree on the preferred method of sex if it involved multiple orgasms.

The beat of the music changed, speeding up.

Siddella's heart raced. The smells of leather and whiskey blended in with sweat, sex and sin.

A hand clapped her on the shoulder and spun her around.

The face she stared in wasn't entirely friendly. Manicured eye brows appeared to hover over glass eyes that scanned with accurate precision. The black and gray jacket that covered his torso was military as were the pants and knee length boots. Fingers moved along her skin, giving her chills when she felt electric current flowing through them.

The deity inside wailed in agony.

"You're coming with me." Mechanical jaws moved and words came out through a voice box.

Siddella froze.

Another pair of hands gripped her arms and held them behind her back. She turned to face her new assailant and found him dressed in the same black and gray leather as his friend.

A loud scream filled her head and she realized it came from her.

They were dragging her towards a room in the back.

The deity screamed louder and forced power into Siddella's limbs.

Struggling hard, she couldn't break free of the vice like grip that held her.

The second voice echoed but sounded normal. "You're the Thief of the Low Court. We're going to have some fun with you before we turn you in for crimes against the City-State."

She fought harder against them and screamed, "You've got the wrong girl. I'm just sweet and innocent!"

Kicking out, she caught one in the chest.

His body didn't move.

He turned, the whirr of his neck signaling he wasn't a real faery.

"Shit."

His lips curled up in a wry grin. "You'll pay for that once we get you into the torture chamber."

She was so fucked. She swore under hear breath. "Thanks you fucking asshole deity."

Hands lifted her off the ground.

She kicked out at her captors and missed one just barely.

A fist caught her in the stomach.

Screaming, she doubled over and coughed, tasting blood.

The beat of the music changed again, growing louder while not one single faery, military or otherwise bothered to help her.

Wrangling against the iron grip that held her, she screamed louder but the music drowned out her cries.

A hand covered her mouth. "You'll pay for stealing from us. Then we'll kill you."

Fear made her break out in a nervous sweat. The deity's powers seemed halted here. Why?

Then it dawned on her. The epicenter of the grid wasn't too far from here. "Fuck."

"We'll do that too, right?" The normal faery spoke to his mechanized partner.

"Sure. She'll bleed first." Eyes glowed bright red in the dimness of the club.

Siddella knew what was about to happen.

Dragging her through the sea of faeries that parted, down a long hallway, they slammed her against the wall. Then they'd entered a room and shut the door, muffling the sound of the heavy bass. "No one will hear you scream."

She looked around and swallowed hard at what she saw. She tried to cover her mouth against the rotten egg and death stench but remained held fast by her two captors.

A large X frame lay against one wall in the corner. Various instruments of torture, including whips, metal and barbed wire floggers hung on one wall. A few devices lay on the floor that she didn't recognize. The room was empty otherwise. The cold concrete floor wore stains of blood splatter and other things Siddella didn't want to recognize. Walls were painted red and black with lights hanging on sconces.

The power cord near them made her stomach tight with knots.

The medical kit hanging on the far wall opposite the cross was rusted.

"Help!" She screamed louder and writhed against the two guards but it was useless.

Before long they had her thrown up against the cross and bound to it.

The cold metal made her shiver. Tied at the wrists, ankles and waist, she found herself unable to move.

A loud hissing sound forced her attention to one of the soldiers. Her jaw dropped, eyes widened and horror set in at the metal whip he'd picked up.

He jacked a power cord into the handle of the whip and looked at her with an evil grin. His eyes widened and teeth showed.

He cracked it once and the air sizzled with enough electricity that her hair stood on end.

Stepping closer to her, he raised his arm and brought the whip forward before it cracked in front of her.

The whip sent out a spark that caught her on exposed flesh. She winced and screamed in pain before dizziness slammed into her from the low voltage spark. Her body shook violently when the heat seared her. The scent of burnt cloth filled the room along with the other unpleasant stenches. Another strike landed on her and singed her top. Electricity jolted through her.

She cried and shook against her restraints.

"You will pay for stealing from the CyberMage." The voice echoed loud in the room over the beat from the music outside.

No one would disturb them.

Nobody would hear her pleas for help.

The whip cracked along her spine, sending enough voltage through her that her limbs convulsed against the metal restraints.

The deity inside her cried along with her.

Blood trickled down her body, soaking her shirt and pants. She drew in a breath and felt sweat on her forehead. Her arms ached and felt nonexistent. Circulation seemed to be cut off.

A loud pop hissed, signaling something.

The strain on her body froze her neck, preventing movement other than the jolts from the whip.

"Bloody fucking hell! These electric whips are shit like the ones in the military." The normal sounding fae threw the toy down against the ground and unbuckled his pants.

Wincing, Siddella slammed her eyes shut and screamed her voice raw.

A cold hand settled against her back. Gripping the cloth, he ripped hard, tearing it off her body.

Exposed, she shivered and tried to squirm away. "Don't touch me you fucks!"

The hand pressed against the small of her back and shoved her into the cross, hard! "You do not disrespect the Military, thief. You take your punishment," there was a sick laughter in his voice, "like a good prisoner."

Fingers crept up her back. Nails dug into her flesh.

She screamed and jolted back against him in an effort to throw him off. Blood trickled steadily down her body and soaked her pants.

Where was Frika? Why couldn't the goddess help her? Panic set in at what was coming next. Siddella's continued screams roared amongst the laughter but these two being Military, no one would stop them.

A cold fleshy hand slapped her ass and punched her in the shoulder with enough force to stun her.

Heaving, Siddella choked out a cough and tasted more blood. She spat on the ground and hung her head.

Something grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down, exposing her ass to the cold air.

She shivered and started crying. "Kill me now damnit!"

The goddess in her roared but was unable to help or do anything.

Screams in Siddella's head echoed amongst laughter.

The press of something thick and disgusting against her ass made her cough and writhe. She tried to move, fought hard against her bonds.

A mechanized voice spoke. "You didn't break her down far enough yet. Let me have my way with her first."

Wiry fingers caressed Siddella's shoulders, snaking up around her neck. Yanking her by her hair, the fingers tugged so that her throat was exposed.

Every cell in her body ached from the sting of the whip. Her limbs remained numb, her joints frozen. Her lungs burned. Eyes stung from tears rolling down her cheeks and exhaustion flooded her body.

She'd been in tight spots before but could always control the shots.

The nodes on the fingers pressed into her flesh. Sobbing harder, Siddella sputtered out more blood. The pungent aroma of burning flesh irritated her and made her cough more but she couldn't cry.

Her tear ducts burned from dryness. Every muscle in her body froze.

A set of wires slid down her back over her ass.

Electricity popped along her spine.

Hissing, she jumped involuntarily, rocking the frame against the wall.

She'd lost all muscular control.

Laughter echoed louder against the cries in her head.

With her energy sapped and body made useless, Siddella couldn't feel the next strike against her ass but the force of her body slapping the metal cross registered in her head.

She couldn't scream anymore. Her voice was lost.

Power slipped from her and the goddess.

With a heavy heart, Siddella waited for penetration.

Then there was silence.

Even in the loud music, Siddella could hear silence.

The beat of a heart near hers stirred memories of Frika. Brought forth to her mind his gentle touch. The way he never forced himself on her like this reminded her that while she was able to control her life he'd let her do just that.

"Siddella."

The one word set her heart aflutter even now. Depraved of energy and morale, she lifted her head up to see Frika.

She blinked through tear stained eyes.

He stood before her naked, hard and covered in blood from the two dead soldiers on the ground.

She shook her head. She was losing it. He couldn't find her, not with her in this room.

"Fuck, I'm going crazy."

The concerned expression across his face startled her. No one had ever cared enough to come pry her ass out of situations like this.

He merely strode towards her. "You need this."

Naked, he broke the distance between them. Pressing his cock against her, he wrapped his arms around her.

Instantly, his scent surrounded her, the beat of his heart against her bruised and probably broken shoulder blade comforted her. Breath on her skin warmed the coldness from her mind.

Energy flowed seamlessly into her. "I know this doesn't seem like the right thing but you need energy and fast. Or you'll die."

She wanted to respond but her throat burned. Lowering her head, she arched her hips back into the feel of his cock.

She merely nodded. Her pussy convulsed at the feel of his hot flesh beneath hers. Slowly, nerve endings awakened. Nipples hardened and blood that hadn't been lost flowed south.

A hot wet mouth found her neck and suckled lightly.

Hands gripped her hips, urging her to impale herself on him.

She whimpered and tried to open herself up to him.

Fingers crawled up her sides, cupping her breasts. Playing with her nipples sent sensations downward like hot lightening. Her breathing returned in shallow bursts.

Frika's hands caressed the length of her body, careful to avoid the areas where she'd been wounded.

More energy flowed steady into her, fueling the hunger of arousal she had before she'd been captured.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get here faster. You move on Goddess power and," he kissed her neck, and then trailed his tongue down her shoulder in a movement that set her on fire hotter than the pain from earlier, "I am only close to that speed."

Muscles unfroze. Scared yet aroused, Siddella turned to meet his mouth for a sweet kiss.

Then he arched his hips upwards, impaling her.

She gasped. He'd filled her full. That fullness distracted her from her suffering. Sensory overload started to kick in.

His balls slapped her while his hands slid down her ribcage and gripped her hips. Possessively, lovingly, not angrily like the Military rapists.

Steady magick poured into her from Frika's thrusts. Slamming back against him, the restraints dug into her skin and caused another sort of pain that she found delicious. Mouth open, she rocked her hips back in tune with Frika's thrusts.

Spread open for him, the fire in her loins burned throughout her body in a renewed manner that awakened all of her senses. She now smelled his powerful lupine scent so much that she forgot the stench of death and decay all around them.

The touch of Frika's sweaty body against hers heightened her arousal.

Unable to think, she merely felt. His hips crushed against hers, sliding his cock inside her jarred with the memories she'd made only moments before he'd arrived.

Panting, her heart raced. Energy swelled around her and centered around her core. Sex for her had become something of a necessity now. Gripping her bonds, she shook against the metal cross and cried out.

Frika's cock pulsed inside her.

The familiar spasms and jet of hot come shooting deep inside her triggered her orgasm. Throwing her head back, Siddella screamed in delight before the pressure inside her snapped and release flooded her.

Fingers clenched around the bonds, muscles tightened, and then all of her body relaxed as though the tension from the threat of rape and murder had disappeared.

Power filled her at top speed, causing her to shake violently against Frika. His hands held her to his body while he continued to thrust into her.

Her heart thudded loudly against her chest and all she could hear for a moment was the sound of her breathing.

Frika pulled back and quickly pulled the chains from the metal.

Feeling light headed, Siddella swayed backwards and fell into Frika's arms before her world went black.