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Horror, Brutal rape, torture, stretching, vomit, undead
creepy-crawly bestiality.

Warning: This story is one of the most violent, grotesque,
vulgar stories on this site at the moment. I just thought I
should point that out. If it bothers you, not my fault, I
warned you. If you liked it, there should be more of similar
nature, some worse, in the future.

The Apprentice's Mistake

Leslith's pale blue eyes went wide as she scanned her
mistress's personal sanctum. Her hands were trembling with
excitement and her legs quaked. She was full of nervous
energy: she was not supposed to be here, her teacher had
never permitted her entrance to this room, and now she was
sneaking in. The mistress had gone to meet with some of her
peers and would not be back until tomorrow; usually Leslith
was invited to such meetings, but not this time. It was the
perfect opportunity for her to test her mettle.

The room was vast, maybe thirty long paces across, and the
ceiling was a good twenty feet high. This was not
surprising, but it was not what Leslith had expected. It was
home and comfortable - very unlike the laboratory and
library where she, herself, was used to studying. There were
few shelves, and they were off to one side only - the books
and scrolls arranged very neatly with a few knickknacks and
baubles which had little or no magical significance: they
were simple decoration. The floor was thickly carpeted, very
unusual, and thick cushions and pillows were strewn about.
The there were windows across three walls, nearly the full
height of the walls, which must have been a feat of magic
since Leslith knew no mundane means to secure such large
windows in thick stone walls. The night sky was shown with
all its magnificence through the class, the stars and moon
seeming big and brighter than Les had ever seen before.
Maybe that, too, was part of the magic.

The center of the room was scooped out, like a large
circular sofa that was recessed into the floor, the seat
facing inwards towards the center. Leslith could not fathom
the purpose of it, save to have twenty people sitting in a
circle, facing one another. Maybe as a gathering place for
peers; they could all sit in comfort and speak to each
other. Her mistress, Nahara - called the Crimson Witch by
other practitioners of magic - very well could be sitting in
such a seat right now in some other wizard's home. There
were pillars that held up the high ceiling; they circled the
strange sitting area in a wide circle. Some of the pillars
bore strange runes and markings far beyond Les's ability to
understand. Sheer silken curtains, bright red in color,
draped down from the pillars, circling this stone frame like
the canopy of a four-poster bed. It seemed comfortable, but
out of place.

Leslith had thought that Nahara used this place research and
practice her magic. That she conjured up demons and angels
here, bent the forces of nature to her will, and researched
the secrets of the universe. It seemed more like a room in
which to relax and meditate than a place of to wield great
power.

There were some nice furniture pieces scatted about which
had decanters of wine and other such beverages. There was a
large cabinet, beautifully crafted, that held nothing but
fine crystal glasses. Maybe this was nothing more than a
room for mediation and entertaining guests. Leslith was more
than a little disappointed.

It had been very easy for her to break in to, though. The
key to the lock was sitting on Nahara's bedside table, and
there were no magics guarding the door. Nor were their any
demons or other creatures guarding the room. Why she had
been told to not enter here was beyond her - one of Nahara's
little quirks, Les figured.

But there was something in this room that Leslith wanted,
and there was only one place it could be: on the shelf in
the scroll pile.

The apprentice darted across the room, running lighting on
her feet. She was still a quiver with excitement - after
all, even if this wasn't what she had expected, she was
still defying her teacher's orders and she was stealing a
scroll to use. She was careful with the scrolls as she
looked them over for the one she sought, placing them back
exactly as she had found them to minimize her chances of
being discovered later. Ah, here it was: a spell to summon
up spirits from the dead and force them into service. She
had seen her mistress use it to conjure up the undead
creatures that guarded their home and served Nahara as her
personal slaves. The Crimson Witch had many such minions,
but Leslith just wanted one to use and command. She was sure
she was capable of such magic.

She had been training with Nahara for more than seven years
now, and had learned much in that time. She had been chosen
by the witch herself at age eight. Nahara offered her father
a fortune in gold for his youngest daughter and, being a
meager farmer, he took it - he had sold her, the bastard!

Though she had been bought by Nahara, the witch gave her to
the apprentice she was training at the time, Dahmji, and he
began her training. She was not a good student for him,
never wanting anything to do with the magic she was being
forced to learn. Beating were regular, and she had spent
some time in a cell with no company, little water, and less
food. The things Dahmji had done to break her will, the
punishments and humiliations she had to endure at his hand.
She fumed just to think about it! He had stopped just short
of raping her - Les was sure he had wanted to, but figure
Nahara had not allowed it. She spent an entire month naked
as punishment once - unable to wear anything until she had
properly learned several incantations.

She eventually learned the basics from him, though, and when
he finally left, her training directly under Nahara began,
and things were much more pleasant. She enjoyed learning
from Nahara and her training methods were much gentler and
easier to tolerate. Punishments milder and rewards greater.
Leslith wondered if that hadn't been on purpose, making
Nahara seem the benevolent mistress.

She would be punished greatly for this infringement, she was
sure, but she would take that chance. Scroll in hand,
Leslith ran from the room, uttering a quick incantation to
give swiftness to her steps and hurry her along. She had
everything ready and waiting for her. The horse was saddled
up in the stable, all the materials ready in the saddle
bags. She was there in moments, leapt aboard the stallion,
and rode off into the night.

She had picked the location for her spell, Brenswidth
Cemetery. It was a short ride away and was one of the more
elaborate graveyards in the area. Nobles were buried there,
no peasants or squalor. She would be served by nobility!

The large marble crypt towards the rear of the cemetery was
open - she had paid the groundsman to have it unlocked for
this night, and paid him well for it. She tied her horse
outside the crypt, collected her materials, and entered. It
was beautiful inside, if one could call such a place
beautiful. Carved with care and practice, the walls were
covered with wondrous frescos and scroll work. Small alcoves
bore intricate statues of angels and other celestial
protectors. The family that owned this crypt had paid well
so that their dead would rest in luxury.

There were five sarcophagi in the room; four were on a
raised platform, surrounding the fifth, which was raised up
a little high still. That is the one she would raise, for he
must be the most regal and powerful of the lot. The richest,
most wealthy of them all. That is who would serve her.

Leslith was drunk with excitement as she rushed about with
her preparations. She lit her incense - it would help her
concentrate on the spell - and set up the candles around the
center sarcophagus. She had a pillow upon which kneel, and
the materials to be used in the spell.

Finally prepared, Leslith untied her thick cloak and let it
drop to the ground. She wore a loose black gown, plain and
simple, but it molded well to her trim body and was very
comfortable. She let her brown hair hang free of bindings;
she hated having her shoulder length hair done up, and since
it was always perfectly straight, it tended to be easy to
deal with while down. She knew some students to get
distracted by long hair, but she never had that problem.

Her nervousness was mounting and hoards of butterflies
churned in the pit of her stomach as she sunk to her knees
on the pillow. Her hands shook violently as she unrolled the
scroll; she had to take several deep breaths to stead
herself enough to actually read the words written on the
parchment. She was also a little aroused by the prospect of
wielding such incredible power. She had that reaction
sometimes to magic, and Nahara had assured her that was
usual. It was a pleasurable experience, channeling magic
powers through one's body, sexually pleasurable, even, and
the preparation for and anticipation of casting new, power
magics often got wizards excited.

She read through the lines of magic quickly twice, making
sure she understood every word and accent. She could not
afford to make a mistake on a spell of this type. Summon the
dead was not safe, bending the dead to your will was not
easy - if she failed on either, she could suffer greatly.

Once she was sure she understood the incantation, she began
to chant. The candles flickered and flared as she summoned
the power into her self. The energy filled her, and her
words molded it to her will. Her body tingled with power,
like electricity coursing through her veins and filling up
her stomach. Her nervousness was replaced by surging power
that swelled and grew inside. Her chanting continued her
voice gaining strength and determination as she shouted out
the words. She felt the magic, struggled to contain it, like
a damn holding back a great flood of water. And suddenly, as
she reached the end of the scroll, the power inside her
exploded outwards, leaving her body in a rush of pleasure
that left her body warm and tingling, like the after glow of
an orgasm.

She breathed deeply, letting herself settle as she waited
for her spell to have an effect. Having seen Nahara cast it
before, she knew it took a few minutes for the dead stir.

But stir it did, and soon the lid of the sarcophagus was
shaking and slid to the side, moved by the powerful hands of
the awaken corpse from within. The undead thing stood, then,
and turned towards Leslith. The corpse bore enough flesh to
see that it was, once, a female. The rags clinging to the
body were nothing more than tatters, concealing nothing of
the decaying flesh and muscles. Most of the hair had fallen
out, tough some stands still clung to the withered skin of
the creature's skull. The eyes had long since decayed away,
leaving empty sockets. Bugs fell from the body, not having
expected the movement; in some places, the skin bubbled and
wiggled from the insects living under the flesh.

Leslith smiled, pleased with her power. She had done it! She
had summoned this beast and it was hers, now.

The creature moved, stepping out of the stone prison that
had held it's body. The movements were jerky, at first, but
with each passing second, as magic strengthened the dead
flesh, the beast moved with more fluidity. It stepped up
toward Leslith, approaching her.

"Stop," Les commanded the creature.

It did not.

"I order you, as your master, to stop!"

The creature lunged at her with amazing speed and caught her
by the throat. The stench from the creature was truly
horrible, and Les gasped and wretched, unable to control the
nausea that suddenly over took her. The she-zombie lifted
Leslith fully into the air with one hand, cutting off the
apprentice's breath. There were more noised in the crypt,
and Les looked around in shock as the other four sarcophagi
slowly opened. Four more undead beasts stood, one of them
only a couple weeks old, it seemed, from the state of decay,
while the other three were far worse; one was nothing more
than a skeleton, whilst the other two still had flesh
dangling from their bones, it was not much. Most of their
insides had either rotted away ore were hanging out of the
huge gasps in their flesh.

Still holding Leslith in the air, suffocating her, the
female zombie grabbed the apprentice's gown and ripped it
violently from her body, leaving the poor girl naked in the
cold air. The she-creature tossed her hard to the ground;
Les smacked against the hard stone, stunned from the impact
and panting for breath. The evil things were upon her before
her vision had stopped spinning.
The skeleton grabbed Les by the wrists and pulled her arms
up over her head. His hands were like manacles, and despite
her efforts, she could neither loosen their grip or pulled
herself free. His fingers tightened the more she struggled;
the pain deterred her from continuing her efforts to escape.
He wrestled her body down to the ground, forcing her to lie
on her back on the cold stone floor as the other four
zombies stood around her, leering at her nakedness.

One of the other zombies grabbed her ankles, keeping her
from kicking at these attackers, and pulled her legs wide
apart. Her mind was reeling as the realization hit her about
what horrors lie before her. Her stomach lurched as pure
terror mixed with the nausea caused by the creature's foul
stench. Unable to control herself any longer, she vomited.
Most of the contents of her stomach exploded from her mouth
onto her breasts and stomach, but as the force of the
eruption died down, the rest splattered her neck and face,
leaving her chunks of it in her mouth or sliding down her
cheeks. Of course, the smell of it only made her nausea
worse, and she started to retch again.

The three zombies fell upon her, their rotten, dead hands
sliding through the layer of puke on her skin and smeared it
across her body. They coated her face and hair with it, and
even spread it down her legs and across her thighs. She
tried to squeeze her legs together to protect her vagina
from their assault, but the corpse holding her legs was far
to strong. She was helpless against them, and soon her cunt
was befouled with her own puke.

There was no small amount left after her body was covered
completely, and the foul things scooped it all up into a
mound cover her tits. The least decayed of the five
attackers ripped off his clothes - he was the only one with
cloths left - revealing a thick, hard cock protruding from
his legs. The undead cock was massive, well over a foot
long, looking more like a donkey's dick than any human unit
she had ever seen. His balls, too, were huge, bloated to the
size of a bull's. The cock twitched and jerked as if it had
a life of its own, and Leslith noticed that, much to her
dismay, the ball sack was not only swollen but twitching and
writhing.

The zombie straddled her waist, sliding his hard-on deep
into the mound of vomit on her chest and gliding between her
small tits. The female zombie knelt beside Les's body, her
cold, dead hands clutching her girl's boobs in a death-grip
and pressing them together like a vice. At only 15 years
old, her breasts had not fully matured and were not very
big. The zombie was squeezing them hard enough to encompass
the thick cock resting between them. That took so much force
that her tits were pretty much squished flat and her skin
was pulled taunt, causing her entire body to hunch up as if
held in a bear hug.

The male zombie began to hump away, fucking her breasts with
long powerful strokes. His cock, coated with slime from her
stomach, slid quite easily in the tight confines of her
crushed tits, though the pressure by which her breasts were
wrapped around his cock made the whole act very painful.

The skeleton holding her arms started to push her forward,
curling her head up towards her chest. Confused, Leslith
could not comprehend what the creature was doing, until the
undead thing fucking her breasts slammed his cock full force
into her face. Her head jerked back, sending a shot of pain
through her neck - she felt like she had been punched in the
mouth. The zombie fucked forward again, pounding her in the
teeth with his rock-hard Dick His third thrust smashed into
her mouth, spreading her jaw wider that it had ever gone,
and slammed into the back of her throat. The taste of vomit
was heavy on the undead rod that plowed through her mouth.

When he pulled back, the head of Dick never withdrew from
between her jaw, and he plowed his monster unit back in,
every time hitting the back of her throat. She gagged as he
violently fucked her mouth and tits with fast, hard jerks -
sometimes her gags cause her to vomit, some of it shot from
her mouth in tight streams, but with her mouth completely
full of cock, most of it was forced back down her throat on
the following thrust.

He pounded harder and faster as he fucked her, and the
female zombie mauled her tits, squeezing them all the more
in her decaying fingers and crushing them with superhuman
stretch. She couldn't tell how long it lasted, the pain and
horror blurred her concept of time, and after a while, her
mind was numb. She came back to awareness when the fucking
stopped. She looked up to see that nothing had changed: the
male was still on her chest, the head of his cock sitting
between her teeth and wedging her mouth open. The female was
still stretching and crushing her small breasts against the
massive tool. Why had they stopped?

And then she felt it. Something cold and thick was oozing
into her mouth from the zombie's cock. He was cum, or
whatever his equivalent was. She doubted semen was pouring
into her mouth - it was thick, lick pudding, and lumpy with
small chucks. It tasted very bitter, very foul. It was slow
in coming, but once the flow stated, it didn't stop, and her
mouth was quickly filling with it. She couldn't spit it out,
and if she tried to hold more, she wouldn't be able to
breathe. Disgusted by the prospect, but with no other
options, she began to swallow the muck down.

She could feel the cold cock in her mouth jerking as it
continued to ooze the sick sludge into her. Every so often,
her lips would feel something thick and hard pass down
through the cock and into her mouth. They were coming with
more consistency as the more and more mouthfuls of the
foulness were gulped down. Small chucks dropped into her
mouth amongst the vile slime, and these things began the
writhe and wiggle on her tongue. They were alive, whatever
they were, and they were being pumped into her mouth in a
long stream along with the zombie's cum. Maggots, maybe, or
worms or some other foul insect. But still, her mouth was
filling quickly with ooze and whatever these things were,
and Les was forced to swallow them with the load.

After several more full mouthfuls, the zombie withdrew.
Leslith felt ill again - she could feel them wiggling about
in her stomach, whatever the things were, and it disgusted
her.

The female monster released her tits and the male stood off
of her. Les looked down in dismay at the ruins of her
breasts. They once were small, round mounds that sat high
and perky on her chest. Now they were flat, deflated sacks
of formless flesh that sagged limply down nearly to her
navel. They wagged in the air like soggy socks hanging from
a cloths line.

As soon as the zombie was off her stomach, the two undead
things that held her arms and legs lifted her up into the
air. Confused, Leslith looked around trying to figure out
what they might be doing. She was shocked when she saw that
the other male corpses, the one holder her feet and the
other which had not yet touched her - which was in the far
worst state other than the skeleton, were both sporting
cocks much longer and thicker than the beast that had just
raped her mouth.

The most decayed and foul of the corpses, his intestines
bloated and spilling out of his abdomen, lied down on the
floor beneath her, his thick pole, at least a foot and a
half long, maybe more, jutting out from the pelvis that was
no more than a thin layer of skin over the bone. The two
holding her started to adjust her body, and the female
guided them, arrange her into a sitting position in their
arms. They lowered her ass slowly towards the cock. She
shriek in alarm when her cheeks brushed against the swollen
head. The female gripped her ass in her hand dead hands and
pulled them violently apart, which made Les scream again in
pain. They lowered her more, until the ice-cold tip of the
corpses hard cock was sitting just at the opening of her
tight asshole.

The zombie that had just raped her moved over to help. The
female held her ass open while the other three pushed, all
at once, exerted their unholy strength on her and forced her
down on the huge shaft in one fast motion. She screamed in
pain, wishing she would black out, but she never did. Her
entire body was driven down on the thick shaft, her ass in
no way relaxed, lubed, or loosened was forced from tightly
puckered to 5 inches wide in one sudden explosion. She could
feel the muscles and flesh rip as the monstrous tool was
plunged deep into her body. The pain was excruciating - it
was like a sword had been driven up into her stomach.

The zombies lifted her up off the cock. Leslith felt a rush
of warmth explode from her gapping ass - a mixture of blood
and shit pouring unabated from her destroyed shitter. They
slammed her down again, widening the hole they had created,
but it was easier going this time since her torn sphincter
offered absolutely no resistance and her insides were now
slick with blood.

They did this a few more times, pulling her off completely
and then forcing her pack down on the shaft. Then the zombie
holding her feet let go and the skeleton holding her wrists
pulled her into a lying position onto of the corpse whose
cock still impaled her. She could feel the body under her
squish and mush around as her weight shifted, and some of
the decaying flesh oozed out against her skin. It was like
lying on a thin leather sack filled with mud. But the mud
was decaying organs.

The zombie that had been holding onto her ankles climbed on
top of her, aiming his vile organ at her cunt. He thrust
forward, plowing the oversized rod as deeply as he could,
slamming the thick head hard into her cervix. The cock was
so cold, it burned, like she had an icicle shoved up into
her cunt. She screamed in pain from the hard pounding, which
also drove her several inches off the cock in her ass. With
both super-thick shafts inside of her, she felt like she was
being ripped apart from the inside, that some pat of her
would burst under the amazing pressure that invaded her.

The zombie pulled out and pulled her back into place so that
the Dick was once more buried completely in her rectum and
beyond. He thrust again, this time breaking right through
her cervix and breaking up into her womb. He pulled back,
pulling her back into place once more, and plowed again. He
continued these heavy pumps, fucking deeper and deeper into
her womb until his cock was pattering the top of that.

Les, looking down, could see the outline of the massive cock
through her skin as it fucked in and out. It looked like a
giant eel trying to swim up into her stomach. And soon,
after several minutes of hard, grueling pounding, she heard
something rip, and horrendous pain enveloped her waist.
Looking down again, the zombie had buried his entire cock
inside of her - nearly two feet of thick, undead cock
spearing both her ass and cunt. It hurt like hell! Their
cocks were up in her intestines, she knew; they were fucking
her organs.

The zombie on top got into a rhythm, fucking her at a quick,
hard pace. The one underneath did nothing more than lie back
and enjoy the sensation as her body was pushed off and then
pulled back down onto his cock. Les was crying and screaming
out with every thrust - she wished she would just die than
endure this torture.

The female zombie straddled Les's face, her thighs crushing
Les' outstretched arms against her head, grinding her foul
cunt against the apprentice's mouth. Les sealed her lips to
keep the mouth from being violated again, but the female
wrapped her hands behind Les's head and pulled her face hard
against her thighs. Leslith resisted, and the pressure
increased - her head was being bent upwards, the pain
becoming intolerable. Her gasped for air, her mouth opening,
and the beasts wilted pussy slid between the girl's lips.

Not quite understanding what the zombie wanted from her,
Leslith tentatively lapped at the dead flesh in her mouth,
and the she-creature eased up on her neck. Les, resigned to
her fate now, stated to lick and suck at the cunt forced
into her mouth, and the female let go of her completely now
that she was getting what she wanted.

The skeleton released her as well, but being pinned between
three zombies and impaled by two of them, Leslith still
could not move. Her arms were pinned trapped between the
female zombie's legs, so she couldn't even flail about.
Having seen that the skeleton had no organs left at all, Les
did not know if it would join in here rape. She could not
fathom what it would find satisfying.

She found out, though. She felt the skeleton's boney fingers
sliding up and down her stomach, all then fingers lighting
clawing across her skin, even gracing the flesh as it
stretched to outline the cock that fucked her cunt. The
fingers were sharp, like a cat's claws. After a few strokes,
the knifelike bones stabbed into her skin and slashed down
her body. Her skin went hot as the blood flooded from the
claw wounds. The fingers, having dug down to the first
knuckle, maybe further, continued to slid up and down in the
wounds they had created, scratching just a little bit more
with each stroke.

She felt broken, jagged teeth biting into her left tit
around the nipple. They sunk into the loose skin, biting
deep, but not enough to bite through completely and tear off
her nipple. Instead, the teeth just gnaws and gnashed,
chewing at her flesh like a dog chomping down at a bone.
Slowly the head gobbled up her tit, eating its way from tip
to base, turning her tit-flesh into a bloody mess of
puncturing bites. Once it got to the base of her tit, the
flopping flesh having passed though its jaw and ground
against its spine, it withdrew straight up, pulling her
breast taunt as it did so and chomping the whole way, until
her boob just fell from its mouth. Then it repeated this
with the other tit, gnawing way until she was a mess of
blood.

Having no way to get off sexually, the skeleton's only was
to enjoy itself was to hurt her.

Under the skeleton's fierce torturing of her flesh with its
claws, Leslith started to scream, which kept her from
properly pleasuring the female zombie that rode her face.
The zombie squeezed with her thighs, crushing Les's arms and
skull. Her shoulders popped as her arms were both wrenched
out of their sockets; they flopped limply behind her, her
muscles no longer supporting the weight. She started to lick
again, and the zombie eased a bit.

She licked and sucked the bitter, withered flesh on the
female skeleton's clit while the skeleton tore at her flesh
and the two zombies mangled her insides with their massive
tools. Her entire body swarmed with sharp, piercing pain.
She could feel things moving inside of her - she was sure
that, due to the state of decay, the zombies where host to
roaches, worms, maggots, and other foul crawling things,
which were escaping from their bodies and into hers. The
only thing she could figure out is why she hadn't died yet.

And then, after what seemed like hours, the fucking stopped.
And the ooze started again. It was harder to tell since they
were pumping into her body, but she could see it as it
bubbled and slid through her insides. She kept licking,
though, afraid of what would happen to her if she stopped
again. They laid their motionless for several minutes, just
letter their foul, chunky, bug-infested slime to fill up her
insides.

Les kept eating out the female zombie, no longer even
noticing when small bits of mummified flesh, bits of rotting
meat, or even squirming insects fell into her mouth. At this
point, she was in suck pain and so horribly broken, it just
didn't matter. She would lie here, licking away at a she-
beast's cunt until she was dead. And who knows, maybe she,
too, would become a zombie and serve as these creatures' sex
slave for the rest of her existence.

The female zombie began to quake above her, shuddering and
clenching up, but not enough to hurt Leslith. She let out a
moan, the first sound these creatures made, and as the
apprentice looked up at the creature, she saw the zombie was
looking down into her eyes, a long, thick black tongue
lolling from her mangled maw. The tongue lashed around like
a flailing snake, gilding around the zombies own body,
circling the thick, rotting boobs that jutted out from her
naked chest. Puss leaked from the wilted nipples, and the
zombie licked it up, then lowered her mouth to smear the
mess across Les's forehead. Les continued to watch this one
- her breasts were swaying and writhing from the inside; the
left nipple stopped secreting the vile ooze, and Les saw, to
her disgust, that a maggot poked its head from the nipple
and wiggled its way out. The puss flowed again, then stopped
as another maggot crawled free from inside the large tits.

The zombie's moans grew louder; she started to work her
breasts with her hands, grasping and the base and squeezing
hard while rolling her hands forward. Slime and maggots
exploded from her tits and splattered down on Leslith's face
and in her hair. Time and again she worked her rotting tits,
and which each squeeze, more foulness erupted from her.
Cockroaches crawled out from inside her putrid body,
skittering down and over Leslith.

And then, the she-zombie screamed out and Les's mouth was
filled, with what, she could not tell. The zombie was
bucking wildly above her, grinding her dry cunt against
Les's gook-coated face. She was in the thralls of ecstasy,
her orgasm rushing through her rotten flesh in waves of
unholy delight. Bits of her fell off, landing in the puss,
ooze, and vomit that covered the apprentice's worn and
broken body.

And then all the weight was off of her and everything
removed from inside her body. She was lifted off the zombie,
her destroyed ass liberated of the offending tool. She was
left on the floor and the undead beasts returned to their
sarcophagi, though they did not close the lids.

Les laid their for a while, unable to move. She could feel
herself leaking, her stomach, her ass, her cunt, even her
mouth. Fluids just trickled out of her continually, but she
had no idea if it was blood or zombie cum. She felt things
deed inside of her, small things, moving around. No doubt
she was full of insects - she could even feel some rushing
into the gapping holes that used to be her ass and pussy.

Her rolled onto her stomach and tried to lift herself to her
feet, but she couldn't get past a kneel. Even when she got
that upright, a rush of cold liquid erupted from her the
gashes between her legs, a gallon, she though, maybe more,
of thick pudding-like muck splattered out from insides. Her
entire body felt like it was drooping; her shapeless, bloody
tits sagged nearly down to her navel, her intestines felt
like they were worked loose and had fallen some, threatening
to tumble out of her rear at any second. The claw marks on
her stomach weren't so bad. A nasty scar would take their
place, but they wouldn't kill her.

She reached down, curious to how much damage they had done
but fearful to find out. There was barely anything left
between her ass and her cunt - a thin film of skin, that was
it. She thought that if she so much as took one long stride,
there would only be one hole between her legs, not two
anymore.

And so she crawled to the crypt door, and slowly at that.
Weak from the loss of blood and every movement of her body
utterly painful, it took her some ten minutes to cross the
room. All she needed to do was get to her horse. The horse
would know the way home. From there, the servants would care
for her, nurse her, use the healing magics at the lair to
cure the damage to her body. She didn't even worry if magic
could heal all it; had she thought about it, she would have
concluded that the wounds could be healed, but her destroyed
tits and ass - no mere potion could cure that.

She pushed the crypt door open, but horror met her eyes.
Groans of the dead, pooping of joints, the sauntering of
zombies - that's all she could fathom. There was a vast sea
of walking corpses before her, and now that she had opened
the door, they had turned towards her, their dead eyes
seeing exactly what they desired.

Les glanced around for her horse; she saw only the
splattering of blood where the creature had stood. The
undead had ripped it to pieces. She tried to crawl back into
the crypt, but she was too weak. A zombie was above her in
an instant and lifted her bodily from the ground. It tossed
her back to the floor on her back, its massive cock already
solid and waiting to invade her body. There were hundred of
them, and they were all waiting for their turn.

Leslith closed her eyes. She felt the decaying cock enter
her body, but it did not cause her any new discomfort. She
was beyond being hurt worse, at this point; she just laid
there in her darkness, letting them do to her body what they
wished - she sucked when there was something to suck, and
swallowed when she had to. The only thought that entered her
mind as her body was filled and covered and torn was - what
had she done wrong with that spell?

* * * *

Cold, clawed hands lifted her body up - that was the first
thing she felt when she fially came to and her body and her
mind connected once more. Worms and maggots fell from inside
of her, insects scurried out from her wounds and fled. A
couple crawled up her throat and out her mouth. Fluids
gooshed from her lower half - she could no longer
distinguish between ass and pussy, and at this point, there
probably was no difference. For several minutes, all there
was were hundreds of little legs running across her skin,
and then they were gone and she was set down onto something
soft.

She opened her eyes, surprised not only by the bright light
but the beautiful face that hovered over hers. A woman,
golden hair and the brightest green eyes Leslith had ever
known. She was smiling, a radiant wonderful smile and that
Les found very comforting.

"Nahara," Leslith gasped, her voice a gargled, raspy sound.
"Mistress, I - "

"Shhh." Nahara kissed her apprentice on the forehead. "Don't
speak yet. Drink."

A vial was held to her mouth and a cool liquid poured down
her throat. Already strength was returning to her limps.
Pain in her body was easing. She became more focused and
aware. And she remembered everything is utter clarity.

"Oh god!" Leslith started to cry.

"No, apprentice. You do not get tears for this. You must
remember it always, and clearly, and learn from it. Do not
let this break you. Let it make you stronger."

Leslith sniffed and nodded, struggling to hold back the fire
in her eyes.

"You took a scroll, didn't you? From my sanctum? I have told
you never to enter that place, but you did not listen."

"I did, mistress. I did and I am sorry. Please don't be
angry with me; don't expel me! I could not bear it to be
cast out now."

"Don't worry, child. You have been punished enough, and I
dare say that you have learned your lesson."

Leslith nodded. She looked around to see that she and Nahara
where in the back of an open carriage lined with pillows and
cushions. Skeletons walked along each side - the same
skeletons that had lifted her up into the carriage in the
first place. Nahara's minions.

"How did you find me?"

"You were missing when I returned and there was great news
about a disturbance in the graveyard - it was easy
deduction. I had thought you would be getting into mischief
- I left you know that would happen - but I had thought
something less . . . painful than this. Half the graveyard
had already returned to their graves when we finally
arrived. I dealt with the rest. I dare say, you were very
popular last night."

"What did I do wrong, mistress? Why did the spell go amok?
Was I not powerful enough?"

"Too powerful, my sweet child. The spell did not go wrong at
all - it went exactly as it should have, put you awoke too
many of the dead."

"It went as it should have?"

"Yes. I had thought you might summon a demon, which would
have been better for you. It hurts when they fuck you, their
cocks are huge and their cum very hot. They may even fuck
you a few times before they leave, but it would not have
been as savage as that." Nahara shrugged her robes off her
shoulders, revealing her large, round breasts. Leslith saw
claw marks arcoss each tit, from sternum to nipple. "When I
was an apprentice so long ago, it was a demon I picked. He
hurt me greatly, and I wear the scars to remind me of my
childishness. Of course, he also made my tits bigger and
firmer as a gift before he left. I still summon him from
time to time, though - he was the best fuck of my life. I
can control him now, if I so desire, but I let him do what
he wants."

"So, the scroll was meant to - "

"To bring the dead to life to rape, yes. They did just what
you called them to do. My sanctum is used for such things,
and the spells within are all of . . . a more sexual nature.
You could have chosen better, but you could have done far
worse. This spell does not allow the victim to be killed by
the rapers."

"Why use suck a spell?"

"There are a few reasons, my child. I have gotten some very
young men right after death and cast this spell on them.
They are vigorous lovers for a time - can be very
pleasurable if controlled right. The better use, however,
you will see later tonight. Lissaya has been stealing from
me for a few months now. We are bringing back one of the
bodies from the graveyard. You will see first hand how this
spell can be used to punish those that are disloyal."

Leslith sat up and looked down at herself. Her tits had
large bumps and bulges in them; she ran her fingers across
these lumps only to find them very hard but also loosely
easy to move under her skin. Her look must have given away
her confusion.

"Insect eggs I would imagine," Nahara stated. "We will heal
you more back at the house - those should be easy enough to
take care of."

Leslith cupped her breasts and hefted them; they were light
and gave no resistance to her manipulations. "Will this
damage ever be repaired?"

"The wounds and insects we can deal with easy enough. Other
things, I can no power to fix. There are some who can -
demons, mainly - but they will extract a toll from you. Most
likely they will desire to have use of your body. Can you
handle that? Giving yourself to a demon?"

Leslith sighed, but nodded.

"Good! Than you will be invited into the sanctum. You have
taken the first step, my sweet one. A woman wizard is
sometimes thought to be weaker, for there are many things
that want to take advantage of her body for their pleasure.
That is why a woman wizard can be stronger - by manipulating
those who want her to her own ends. I learned that from the
demon who raped me long ago. Hopefully you will learn that
now and be a better wizard for it. Once you can use your
body for that purpose, then I can teach you true magic. That
is your final step. You are already far more powerful than
most apprentices I've had. It is no great feat to stir an
entire graveyard and compel them all to rape you."

"I can handle that, mistress."

"Good. Than the nature of your training will change - you
will pay to me for what you want with your body from now
on." Nahara had a seductive smile on her face, and Leslith,
though surprised at her words, was in no way put off by
them. She suspected all the apprentices went through this -
maybe that is why Dahmji had though he should have access to
Les's body when he was teaching her. "And don't think that I
am much more compassionate than the undead. I, too, will
hurt you, a very great deal. But, at least sometimes, I'll
make you like it."

Les smiled up at Nahara. After what she had experiences,
this arrangement seemed wonderful. "Yes, mistress."

"Oh, and I have a present for you." Nahara pointed out
towards the undead that followed their carriage. There was
one amongst them that Leslith recognized immediately: the
female zombie, the one who had sat on her face. "She is a
queen amongst her kind, Leslith. The focus of your spell,
she became very powerful indeed - it was she, who controlled
the others and ordered them to complete your task. She was
not easy to put under my sway. Once you have her back under
yours, she will be very loyal to you, and you alone.

"Do not look at her with hate and disgust. She did all in
her power to follow out your whims, and by the look of you
when we found you, she did a remarkable job. I think she
likes you - and that is very rare amongst the dead, and
highly prized. Many powerful wizards go lifetimes without
instilling that much feeling in a corpse. She will always be
your most loyal vassal, and a worth while minion.

"However, such loyalty comes at a price. You summoned her
spirit will a sexual spell and she will always desire you -
to pleasure you and for you to please her. Those desires
cannot be ignored. I think that you too will feel the same
needs from her, and it will be impossible for you to not
take her as a lover from time to time. You will become
addicted to each other in that way.

"Don't look so surprised, apprentice. It is the same way
with me and the demon who raped me. We cannot be without
each for long before we desire nothing else but to fuck
again; it is not a bad way for a master and servant to
exist."

"It seems horrible to me."

"It does, now, yes. But at least you have your minion with
you and a mistress who not only says it's okay to do so, but
one who says you should. Several months after my demon raped
me, I could think of nothing else and it shamed me to want
him back. I snuck back into my master's chamber and stole
the summoning scroll again. The demon was surprised, but
happy to see me again. When I was caught, my master was less
than pleased.

"Of course, he was unwise as well. He sought to strike me
down while my unbound demon lover was still in the room. It
took me some time to find another master, one who was
understanding, but I did."

Leslith lay back in the carriage. She found it hard to
believe that she would ever desire to have sex again, let
alone with that she-creature that had raped her. But Nahara
was not one to lie. But, for the moment, that didn't matter.
She just wanted to bathe and sleep and heal. Everything else
could wait for later.

"Sleep now, my little one. Do not worry yourself for
anything. When dinner is ready, I shall send the servants to
rouse you. Until then, sleep."

The magic flowed over her and Leslith fell into a deep,
healing slumber. Her world would be changed from the moment
she awoke, but for now, she slept.