Title: Judas Unchained - The Invocation of Old Semtep
Author: Judas Unchained
Keywords: FF, MF+, Tentacle, Exhib, NC, Rape, Anal, Oral
Summary: Profesora Mai al-Sanea of the University of the Southern Reaches
faces a strange (and not to mention tentacular) challenge when a student's
spell goes awry. Set in a strange world where elves live in magical
floating cities and humans are either slaves or primitive hunter gatherers
on the wild planet below.
Copyright 2015 Judas Unchained.
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Mai al-Sanea sat before her dressing mirror. She reached down and dipped
two fingers in the pot of woad. They came out deep, vivid blue and,
starting under her left eye, she drew them down her face in a looping path
until she reached her neck. She repeated the pattern on the other side and
checked for symmetry, turning her face from side to side so the shadows
flitted like startled ghosts. The marks looked good, matching the vulpine
lines of her face.
She set the woad aside and retrieved the pot of ochre. This pigment was
an earthy golden brown, an expensive make. She wiped the blue off her
fingers with a wet-wipe and applied the ochre. This time she started at the
corners of her eyes and drew upwards, along the sides of her face and up
the tapering points of her ears. The colour complemented the raven black of
her hair. She wiped her fingers again and ran her hands threw her hair,
pulling it back so it ran in a velvet wave down her back.
Again she checked her appearance and again she was satisfied. Next she
took up the charcoal and added just a touch to her eye lids, lending them a
smoky edge, reminiscent of wild erotic rites under the full moon.
Her face was complete.
She stood and let her terrycloth dressing gown fall from the razor lines
of her shoulders. It left her naked, her powerful but lithe body bare
against the warm air. Lines of muscle showed on her stomach and her breasts
clung to her chest, small and muscular as was proper.
"Sally," she said, voice like a cracking whip. "Attend me."
"Yes, Profesora!" squeaked the girl and hurried forward.
Sally, the girl, was a blonde flop of a thing, with ridiculously meaty
breasts and soft flesh which would be positively obscene on an elf. But
that was humans for you, starving forest monkeys so bad at finding food
they gorged themselves at every lucky windfall.
She scurried about, readying the small glass jars of body paint. A frown
settled on Mai's face as she watched Sally work. Her heart beat faster
inside her chest and she felt her appetite stir. It was Sally's body - soft
, gentle and so utterly unlike an elf's. It was perverse, obscene, but
somehow that only served to rouse her interest.
Quick as a striking viper she reached out and ceased Sally's wrist.
Animal fear flashed across the slave's face but quickly disappeared,
replaced but the demur submissiveness that was proper for one of her
station.
"Profesora," she said, "do you wish a service from me?" She swallowed
and the ætherturgic choker of midday shadow moved with her neck.
Mai frowned, lips thin lines. "Your breasts, girl. Display them."
A fearful quiver ran through Sally but she did as bid. Mai released her
hand and Sally slipped her breasts free of her blouse. She raised them up,
meaty handfuls of fatty flesh topped by rubbery pink nipples.
They were disgusting, horrible and deserved to be punished, but Mai
didn't have time.
"Put those disgusting things away," she snapped, "and continue my
anointment. I have a class to attend."
"Yes, Profesora," said Sally, head bobbing.
The anointment progressed as it did every scholastic morning. Sally
dipped her fingers in the paint and drew long curving lines across Mai's
toned body. Her motions were practiced and she knew this skill well.
Mai took the process with steely passivity. She watched with critical
eyes as Sally sketched whorls across her stomach, spirals around her
breasts and complex knots down her arms. There was ritual to the process,
this donning of the mask of respectability. The patterns flowed down her
back and across her bottom, a tight hard thing not the fat obscenity Sally
possessed. Sally finished knelt in front of Mai's sex. She dipped a thumb
in a bright red paint and drew a dragon's fang curving upwards from the nub
of her pleasure and across her mons.
Sally stood, stepped back and bowed her head. Mai turned her body,
examining herself in the mirror.
"Acceptable," she said, finally. "Follow." Her piece said, she turned
and strode towards the door. Sally scurried along behind.
The air was cold as Mai stepped outside but she was an elf and put the
physical discomfort to one side. Despite her mental control, her nipples
hardened, becoming hard brown points. Sally shivered behind. Humans! The
slave even wore insulating clothing. How did they survive on the surface
world, in their bloody furs and dark, dank caves?
Golden morning light spilled over the white stone spires of the
University of the Southern Reaches. It danced prismatic off the million
tiny water droplets that covered the world. The morning was thick with
magical potential too, and Mai twisted her fingers, gathering up the light
like spun thread.
The task was easy, too easy in Mai's opinion, and she soon had a ready
supply to add to her collection. She looked up and spied the gigantic
distaff towers which stood at key points in the university. They dressed
the light, making it easier to spin out as magic. She frowned as she
watched a pair of slovenly youths do exactly that, pulling down yard long
glowing streams with scarcely any effort or artistry.
The towers made the students soft. In her day, students gathered their
own light and shadow, using crystal drop spindles and will power. The pair
gathering the light even wore clothes!
She sniffed, raised her pert nose and stalked on towards her classroom.
Profesora Mai al-Sanea taught a number of different courses over the
thirteen terms of the University's two year calendar. But Fimbul term meant
only one thing - Advanced Developmental Ætherturgy, the complex application
of magic to practical ends. It was an interesting course that Mai enjoyed
teaching, provided, of course, that biannual's students weren't complete
dullards. Over five weeks she explored what was possible for those truly
skilled in magic and set a development project for a final viva exam. She
challenged her students to create something new and interesting. They would
demonstrate the end result of that work today.
The class took place in El-Baz lecture hall, perched high on the bow-
headland, against which broke vast waves of brooding clouds. Nearby stood
the immense crystal spindle of the High Energy Ætherics Department, where
they split light by the second, separating the classical morning, noon and
evening by ever finer degrees. A faint transcendental harmonic emanated out
from it. It set Mai's teeth on edge but no one listened when she
complained.
She swept into the building and made her way to the lecture hall, Sally
following in her wake. It was fashioned as an auditorium, concentric arcs
of wooden benches rising up before the central dais.
Mai moved to the dais and stood at the podium as she mentally prepared
her lecture. As she did her class filed in, thirty elven youths. They
settled and she scanned the class, lips tight. Even today, the day she
would decide their final grade, many of the students hadn't dressed
properly. Fully two thirds of the class wore clothes - shorts, skirts,
pants and t-shirts dyed in an array of bright colours. Even among those who
were properly naked, few wore the full body paint. Back in her day, no one
would have even dreamed of attending a lecture in such a fashion, let alone
a public viva.
When the last of the movement stopped, she spoke. "Over the past five
weeks," she said in a loud, carrying voice, "I have taught you the wonders
that can be achieved through the proper combination of shadow and light.
Today you shall show me what you have achieved. First group, approach the
dais and present."
Mai stepped down and sat at a front row bench. She crossed her naked
legs and sat her hands against the coloured whorls on her stomach. Sally
moved and crouched beside her.
The first group filed down and mounted the dais. It was a group of four,
split evenly along gender lines. One of the women was naked. She had a
small, tight body, splashed inexpertly with body paint. Her nipples stood
small, hard and sharp. She bit her lip and her amber eyes flickered
nervously. The other three wore clothes, scruffy garments of denim and
cotton barely fit for slumming about the house.
A red headed girl wearing a yellow dress stepped forward and pulled
herself up straight. "We developed a viewing spell. It principally uses the
light of the pole star, morning shadow and full moon glow. I hope everyone
is impressed."
She stepped back and the four students formed a square. They raised
their hands and threads of light and darkness flowed up, weaving together
into a glowing orb. Sweat showed on the students' faces. The orb shimmered
and depths opened in its core.
The University of the Southern Reaches swum there, a vast assortment of
towers, spires and buildings contained upon a magically suspended chunk of
rock. A sea of clouds broke before its immense rocky prow and the dense
forests of the surface world spilled out below. Cloud cutters hung on the
sky docks, fast magical craft which kept the university connected with the
rest of elven civilisation. As Mai watched, a cutter broke away from the
peer and sailed away through the sky.
The image updated in real time as the university slowly lumbered
forward. It maintained for almost a minute before the students let the
magic collapse and sagged where they stood.
Mai nodded slowly. The magic was fairly impressive but she mentally
marked down the three wearing clothes.
More presentations followed, groups of students displaying spell after
spell of their own devising. One group showed a conjured garden of strange,
alien plants. Another demonstrated weather spells, that summoned up a minor
rain storm inside the lecture theatre.
The demonstrations trailed on and finally the last group took their
turn.
They numbered five. A fearsome young woman with short cropped hair
harried her group towards the podium. She, at least, was properly naked and
wore the full set of body paints. Scarlet slashes lined her cheeks and
similarly harsh marks continued down her body. The only fault Mai could see
was in the form of the lines. They were overly regular and didn't conform
to her body properly, as if stencilled on from a catalogue. Still, not
everyone had a slave of Sally's calibre. Mai reached down and patted
Sally's mop of blonde hair.
The rest of the group was also naked but they looked almost bullied out
of their clothes.
One man, with feminine lines to his face and delicate braids, appeared
embarrassed of all things! He scampered along, one hand hanging near his
groin as if to partly hide an otherwise respectable piece of man-meat.
The two other women looked at least indifferent to their nudity. The
shorter had a fiery mane of red hair and flashing green eyes. She strutted
and Mai caught a glimpse of high black heels. They accentuated her calves,
rendering the muscles taught and sharp as they raised her high by several
inches. Still, it was no excuse for such improper dress. Naked meant
barefoot and anything else was quite improper. The other was a wispish, fae
thing, with white hair and a moon-tan that gave her skin a sub-dermal
silver glow. She ghosted along, like a leaf on the wind.
The final member of the group was a tall, broad shouldered man, perhaps
a year or two older than the others. Tightly corded muscle lined his chest,
arms, legs and stomach, and he had a squarer jaw than most elves. He'd
inexpertly splashed paint on his stomach and arms, and had what looked like
a blue hand print at the centre of his chest. A long semi-turgid cock hung
between his legs.
"Greetings," said the fierce girl as her group lined up behind her, "I
am Nida and I am here to demonstrate and exciting new peace of magic.
"Two hundred years ago, High Ætherturgy was the preserve of the stars
and the moon, for only their light could be spun to a high enough quality
and degree. Today that has changed. Advances from this very university
along with our sisters throughout the world mean we can render sun light by
the second and isolate the precise shades of dawn, midday and dusk. With
this new ability we can re-examine old magic and tease from it potent new
effects.
"Towards that end, I give to you, the Invocation of Old Semtep
reimagined in High Noon!"
She stepped backwards into the centre of the dais and her group formed a
ring around her. As one, they flicked their hands up in a practised motion
and burning gold shot into the air. It roiled above her and Nida began to
turn in place, hands up stretched. Silvery slivers rose from her fingers,
clearly some shade of moon shadow, gibbous waning from the appearance. They
caught the golden light in an intricate mesh and pulled it into a
constricted spiral. It spun, faster and faster, tighter and tighter.
"Come forth," screamed Nida as wild waves of light pelted her trembling
naked body, "come forth steward of light and fire!"
Something moved in the spiral, a great dark shape visible only as a
depression in the air. A spiritual tremor rolled out, once, twice, then
again and again like the great feet of a tundric giant.
For a single deafening heartbeat, the world stood still. Then it broke
apart.
A tentacle tore through the portal, long and so dark it drunk in the
light. The students screamed, falling back. One of the students supporting
the spell tripped over his own feet and fell sprawled. Blazing threads of
noon day light erupted in all directions.
The tentacle flailed about and through blind idiot chance reached the
ground. It gripped with unseen grippers and strained. The dais screamed
like rending steel and the monster drew itself more fully into the world.
The depression in the air grew bigger, darker, denser and more tentacles
raped their way forward, boneless constructs of terrible power.
One seized Nida and wrenched her into the air. She yelped in pain and
shock, and the monster shook her like a cracking whip. A second tentacle
waved wildly and sent the rest of the group flying, their naked bodies like
chaff in the wind.
The streams of light stopped but the portal didn't. If anything it sped
up.
"Foolish girl," muttered Mai as she rose to her feat. Nida clearly
hadn't understood the nuances of the Invocation of Old Semtep and her
modifications were producing unexpected results.
The monster's tentacles writhed over Nida's flesh. One tip forced its
way into her mouth, cutting off her scream and transforming it into a
gurgling moan. A second battered into her cunt. She choked and fought the
intrusion but it did no good.
Those few students not already running did so. They ran, terrified and
screaming, for the door. The monster struck at some, plucking them out of
the air like ground dwelling humans before a hunting party.
One tentacle headed straight for Mai but she flicked a hand. Delicate
streams of morning light merged with the guiding blaze of the Southern
Cross. Fire bloomed and the tentacle jerked back, burned to cinders where
it tried to touch her.
Sally wasn't so lucky. The monster grabbed the human by an ankle and
dragged her into the air. Her dress fell over her head, showing her naked
cunt, covered only by a silly fuzz of blonde hair. Her obscenely fat
breasts flopped like bags of water.
"Profesora!" she screamed. "Help meeeeee- Ooh!" Her entreaty turned into
a cry of pleasure as the bullous head of a tentacle forced into her needy
human cunt. It thrust backwards and forward. Blood rushed to her sex,
turning the plump lips blood red as they stretched around the void-black
intruder.
Behind, the monster continued its assault on Nida. The once confident
student struggled vainly as the two tentacle-cocks pistoled into her, one
at each end. Other tendrils rapped around her limbs, holding her in the
air.
The tentacle in her cunt erupted. Her stomach bulged and greenish slime
dribbled out around the invader. A third tentacle approached, thinner and
sharper than the other two. It nestled against the tight cheeks of her ass
and pressed forward.
Nida's eyes opened wide as the invader worked its way home but there was
nothing she could do to avoid becoming a triple hole whore. All three
tentacles beat in and out of her, a disarmament rhythm that set her body
shaking. The tentacle in her mouth bulged, then it too erupted, forcing
slime deep into Nida's belly. It pulled back and blasted her face. Dense
gelatinous liquid splattered her features, hung in her hair and clogged up
her nose.
Others were scarcely faring better. The feminine man from Nida's group
was suspended upside down. One tentacle plundered his ass while a thinner
tendril wrapped around his cock, milking him dry. His many delicate braids
whipped with every pelvis destroying thrust and his wide, emotive eyes
cried out with a mixture of pain and humiliating pleasure. On the opposite
side of the room, two near identical sisters were forced together, the
monster binding them chest to chest as it fucked them both with heavy
strokes. A third woman hung hogtied in the air, her arms and legs twisted
up and back. The tattered remains of a pink t-shirt hung about her chest,
ripped so one hard nipple showed. A host of tentacles clawed at her body.
Enough was quite enough. Mai frowned, dark eyes narrowing, and idly
flicked away another questing tentacle. Nida and her group deserved their
current fate for their rank incompetence, but they deserved it on their own
time, not during her class.
She raised her hands and wove light. From prepared spools she called
thread spun from red Arcturus, brash Sheratan and fickle Alshain. She
forged them together with the shadow of a full eclipse and the burning
embers of a setting sun. Her spell came together in a flash of energy - a
vertical portal, hung suspended in the air a meter before her. It began to
spin, flickering spectral power.
"Come forth," said Mai in the epoch old voice of command as otherworldly
radiance bathed her naked, paint marked body, "come forth steward of
deepest star strewn night!"
Magical potential washed out like the sound from a struck bell. This was
no amateur nonsense. This was the Invocation of Old Semtep correctly
performed and cast by an elf learned in the old ways of High Ætherturgy.
The summoned gate cracked open and a host of silver tentacles darted
forward. These were fast fickle things, like segmented silver snakes
crafted by the finest jewellers. Mai guided them with her will and met the
monster in battle. They grappled, tentacle to tentacle in the air, brooding
void-black boneless muscle against the silver of frozen starlight. She
strived for advantage, attempting to slip an attack passed the monster's
guard to reach something important.
It didn't quite prove enough.
Centimetre by centimetre the monster pushed her back, its strength
overcoming hers. Mai frowned, teeth tight. The monster was powerful, too
powerful. It was drawing energy from its victims, the rape fuelling its
abominable muscles. Two could play at that game.
Mai flicked her gaze and changed focus. A dozen silver tentacles moved
as one while the remainder fought a defensive holding action. They rushed
for Sally, ripped the black tentacles apart in a single frenzied attack and
scooped the human up. Sally choked and spat out the ruined remains of a
void-black tentacle. Green gunk dribbled down her chin and she looked at
the world through fuck-dazed eyes. A dopy smile crossed her face. "Thank
you Profesora-"
Mai didn't let her finish. Three silver tentacles slipped into Sally's
body, snaking into mouth, cunt and ass. They writhed about - skilful
tentacle love to raise pleasure in Sally's obscene human body.
"No!" moaned Sally but before long, her base human nature came to the
fore. She humped her attackers, forcing her gaping human cunt down on its
invader even as her tongue lapped against that forced intrusion. Letting a
touch of her temper show, Mai assigned a pair of tendrils to squeeze
Sally's ridiculously huge breasts. They bore down on the fleshy bags,
squeezing and crushing the tender flesh. Sally orgasmed and every muscle in
her body buzzed with release. Humans!
The sex strengthened Mai, and she put that strength to good use. She
attacked the monster again, darting silver tentacles working together to
steal away victim after victim. She stole the feminine man, the sisters and
others still. She added each to her tentacle love harem, and with each her
power grew.
After several long minutes of desperate battle only Nida remained to
lend the monster strength. It held her body spread-eagled across the
portal, part shield, part battery for even now tentacles pumped in and out
of the elf's abused holes.
She moaned under its abusive embrace, body paint a smeared and ruined.
Green slime coated her face and hair, and her eyes begged for release. A
long, thick black tentacle thrust up into her cunt and drew out with a
squelching groan.
In a single hundred limbed movement, Mai dropped all her prizes and
attacked with every tentacle at her disposal. The silver storm flew
forward. The monster raised its tentacles to block, but damaged and
weakened, it lacked the resources.
Fully half of Mai's tentacles broke through its guard and tore at the
portal. The magic sparked and crackled as the threads of light broke apart.
The final collapse came a moment later, in a flash of blinding light and
transcendental power.
It was over.
The steaming remains of severed black tentacles fell to the floor and
Nida fell with them. She lay moaning in the horrific embrace, half covered
by twitching boneless flesh.
Mai dismissed her own steward with a wave of her hand. It dissolved into
silver mist. With that done, she let herself relax a fraction. The fight
was hard and the Ætherturgy harder, not that an observer would have known
that looking at her. Mai was as pristine as when class had begun, her naked
painted body the very pinnacle of elf respectability. The same could not be
said for, well, anyone else in the room.
"Girl!" she said, casting a disparaging look at Sally. "Get this mess
cleaned up."
Sally staggered to her feet and nodded her head like a drunken tavern
wench. Her dress was ruined, tore, covered in slime and stained with cunt-
cream. "Yes, Profesora," she said and nearly fell as even the effort of
standing proved almost too much. "It shall be as you say."