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Price Of An Apprentice
by Slave to Magick (magiker@gmail.com)

***

To pay some tass debt a Mage is forced to sell his 
apprentice to some rather shady characters who then 
moves on to have their way with their new possession. 
(MMF, nc, oral, anal, bd, sci-fi, tor)

***

Author's Note: This story is set in White Wolf's Mage 
the Ascension setting. I do not own this setting in 
any way and this story was just written for fun. This 
story is for Brooke, written on her request.)

***

Brooke, a handsome young woman with long, flowing 
brown hair and soft, luxurious dark skin woke up from 
deep sleep by the sound of voices in the living room 
of her apartment. Was someone breaking in? Sitting up 
the young woman rubbed sleep from her eyes and looked 
towards the bedroom door fearfully, what should she 
do, try to call the police, grab some makeshift weapon 
and try to fight the intruders of? Perhaps just 
finding a place to hide and let them have her stereo 
and her jewelry and let insurance pay for new ones? 
Brooke tried to remember, what did the instructor in 
the self-defense class she had taken a few years back 
say about situations like this?

Brooke however did not get time to do much of 
anything. For before she could react two men came 
striding into her bedroom. One was tall and dark, with 
long black hair, the other was well toned and fair 
skinned with short red hair. The red haired man nodded 
towards the bed where Brooke sat trying to hide her 
naked form by holding her bed covers in a death grip. 
"I told you she was beautiful, she must be worth 
something Aaron." The red haired man said, ignoring 
Brooke for now. The darker man did not answer for a 
few seconds, then he nodded. 

"Worth something, yes my friend that she is, but are 
you sure you want to do this? You have been working 
with her for a long time, leading her towards 
Awakening, do you really want to sell your own 
apprentice Gordon?" The man named Gordon shrugs. "I 
have no choice Aaron, I have a debt in tass to pay, 
and she is the only thing of value that I own. I will 
let her go for 10 drams. Come on my friend that is a 
bargain, she is on the road to Awakening, and in the 
meantime, look at her, you could have a lot of fun 
with a woman like that!"

Brooke at been sitting in silence listening to the two 
men talking about her as if she was a piece of meat, 
her eyes big with shock. How could this be? Was she 
dreaming? Was all of this a joke? One thing was for 
sure, she was not about to just sit here and take this 
shit. Taking a deep breath to calm her fears Brooke 
sat up straighter in the bed and glared at the 
intruders. "Get out of my home or I will scream! Get 
out assholes, take my jewelry if you wish, but get 
out, I will not stand for this shit!"

That outburst got absolutely no response, the two men 
was still discussing something named tass which was 
obviously measured in drams and how many such 
measurements the one named Aaron had to pay for her. 
Now infuriated Brooke got out of bed, wrapping the 
covers around here and rushed for the phone...almost 
there...then she ran into something, nothing physical, 
it was like a part of her room suddenly was made of 
glass, and invisible wall to keep her inside. "Your 
merchandise is a little spitfire Gordon, I like that." 
The darker man said. "All right, I will buy her for 
seven drams of tass, and not one dram more, but 
remember, this sale is final. It is no use to come to 
me later and ask me for your apprentice back." The two 
men shook hands and to Brooke's horror and shock she 
realized she had just been sold.

The dark skinned man, the one named Aaron walked 
closer to Brooke and an invisible force, the same 
which now blocked her path to the phone ripped the bed 
covers from the young woman's hands. Brooke gave a 
little yelp as she suddenly stood naked before two 
strange men. Aaron inspected her from appraisingly and 
Brooke's head spun, what the hell was going on? "Who 
are you guys? Please tell me, what do you want with 
me?" Brooke said, much more meekly than when she had 
spoken before. Aaron sighed. "I guess I might as well 
tell you, there are more to this world than you have 
ever imagined. One of those things is magick, the 
ability to reshape reality itself. Myself and Gordon 
here are mages, practitioners of magick..." 

Brooke interrupted Aaron with a laugh. "Magic? Hell 
get real, you are both insane, are you telling me I am 
being assaulted by Harry Potter fan boys?" Brooke 
instantly regretted her words as she was lifted from 
the floor until she hung dangling in the air, but no 
mortal hands where holding her. Then she felt pain, it 
felt as if a whip danced across her back and buttocks, 
but surly there was no real whip there. Brooke's eyes 
went wide with pain and utter terror. "What...what are 
you people." 

Aaron snapped his fingers and Brooke fell to the floor 
in a heap. "I told you that wench, we are mages, now 
the next time you speak to me with mockery on your 
lips I will make you regret the day you were born. Am 
I clear?" Brooke managed to nod. Now she was sure she 
was dreaming, stuff like this just did not happen in 
real life. Aaron satisfied with Brooke's nod, he 
smiles and continued speaking. "Now as I was saying 
Gordon and myself are practitioners of magick. We 
belong to a large society of mages named the 
Traditions." Brooke manages to squeak out a question. 
"Fine you are mages, but what do this have to do with 
me?" Aaron grins. "Quite allot actually my dear. You 
see you have it in you to become a mage to. Gordon 
here have been training you, leading you towards your 
Awakening. You would not have seen him, it would more 
have been him arranging for you to end up in 
situations which challenge your idea of reality. Now 
this makes you Gordon's apprentice, and in our society 
and apprentice mage is also his and her teacher's 
property. Gordon fell on some hard times, and now dear 
wench I have paid your price. Now you are mine!"

Brooke looked at Aaron in horror. Her voice shaking 
she whispered. "But...but, no that cannot be so. I am 
an American citizen. I cannot be sold and bought. Let 
me go please...I will not tell anyone you were here. 
Please do not hurt me..." Aaron answered by taking a 
step closer to Brooke. "Hurting you? Oh yes sweet 
wench I will hurt you. But you can be a part in 
determining how much you will suffer. If you fight me 
I will rape you, torture you and break your will, then 
when I am done using you I will sell you. To who? I do 
not care, perhaps to a Sons of Ether who need a lab 
rat for his next experiment, perhaps to a Verbena who 
need a pretty maid for a human sacrifice. However if 
you cooperate, if you become my slave, then I will 
train you to be the perfect servant and cock pleaser. 
I will take good care of you, and even in time teach 
you to use the magick which is your birthright. Now 
wench, what do you say?"

In truth Brooke did not know what to say. It was all 
so unreal. However she knew the second alternative 
sounded better than the first, and besides, despite 
her fear she felt herself getting wet, there was 
something very erotic about this entire situation. "I 
will be your slave." Brooke whispered. 

Aaron smiles then he hits Brooke hard across the face 
with an open hand. "Is that how a slave address her 
Master bitch? From now on you will address me and any 
other man as Master and you will never again refer to 
yourself as I. You do no longer belong to yourself, 
you are only a slave. You will use your name, this 
slave or wench when referring to yourself and you will 
speak in third person. Am I clear?" Brooke must have 
taken too long to answer for another stinging strike 
impacted with her cheek before she managed to mutter. 
"Yes Master Brooke understands Sir." Aaron seemed 
satisfied with this answer, he smiles, then he grabs 
Brooke by her hair and forces her down on the floor. 
With one hand he undid his belt and let his pants and 
trousers fall to the floor. "Good slave, now suck me 
of. And you better do a good job or your will be 
whipped within an inch of your life. Get on with it 
whore!"

Brooke looked at Aaron's dick now standing erect 
before her face. It was huge and beautiful and again 
she felt herself begin to get excited. Fearful of 
being hit again she takes the huge penis into her 
mouth and began to slowly suck on the piece of man 
meat, making little slurping sounds as she did so. 
Aaron grabbed his new slave by the hair and forced his 
member down the young slave's throat. Brooke started 
to gag, he man was to large. She begun to fight the 
unwelcome intrusion but to no avail. Invisible hands 
grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back and 
held them there as if in an iron vice and Aaron just 
continued to rape her mouth. Forcing himself all the 
way down the poor girl's throat. 

Brooke gagged and smelled her new Master's pubic hairs 
so near her face. The Aaron withdrew, and pushed in 
again. The rhythm was brutal. And when Aaron finally 
came and filled Brooke's mouth with what seemed like a 
gallon on cum the slave girl was crying. "Swallow it 
bitch, all of it!" Came Aaron's warning voice. But 
what he asked was impossible. There was just too much 
cum and a bit of it spilled and ran down Brooke's face 
and neck and down to her firm breasts. "I told you to 
swallow it bitch. What happens if a slave does not 
obey her Master?" Brooke swallowed hard. "They get 
punished Master?" Aaron nodded. "On the bed bitch, 
face down!"

Hesitantly Brooke obeyed her Master's orders and lay 
down on the bed, fearful of what was to come next. 
Aaron took his belt and begun to whip the young girl 
with it. Every stroke left deep, sore welts and Brooke 
was sobbing in pain at the end of it. Thankfully the 
beating soon ended but Aaron seemed to have gotten 
aroused by his slave's crying and whimpering for he 
climbed into the bed with her and begun to fuck her. 
The fucking was brutal, his huge penis flying in and 
out of Brooke, and it was aimed just at Aaron's own 
pleasure. The strokes were deep, hard and painful. 
Brooke whimpered but Aaron ignored her, he took his 
pleasure, and again he came, filling Brooke with warm, 
sticky man seed.

Aaron grabbed Brooke by the hair again and forced her 
to kneel on the bed, he forced his dick towards her 
face. "Clean me whore." Brooke took the sticky, now 
sloppy penis in her mouth and sucked and licked it 
clean. Tears ran from her eyes, this was all so very 
humiliating, and so very very hot. When her Master's 
penis was clean Brooke dared a look up at Aaron. "What 
are your orders Master?" Aaron did not answer her but 
he glanced at Gordon who had stood in a corner, 
obviously enjoying the show judging from the bulge in 
his pants. "You want some my friend?" Aaron asked and 
Gordon was now slow in removing his clothes and 
climbing onto the bed. "Ride me bitch!" He ordered 
Brooke, the girl glanced at Aaron then she obeyed, 
positioning herself on Gordon's penis and beginning to 
rock back and forth, trying to please his man meat, 
moaning in lust as she did so. 

Pain however soon followed lust as Aaron climbed on 
top of Brooke, forcing his huge, and now erect again 
penis into her rectum. Breaking into her sensitive 
opening with one brutal show. Brooke screamed in pain. 
This seemed to arouse both men who begun to fuck her 
in long, hard strokes. Brooke was painfully filled and 
each movement the men made felt like knives in her 
gut. But the slave knew there was no point in 
protesting and slowly she felt herself getting to 
climax to. All three people came at the same time and 
the air was filled with the sounds of screams and the 
smell of sex. It was amazing and Brooke passed out on 
top of Gordon's body.

Brooke awoke from the sound to birds singing outside 
her window and morning's sun shimmering in through the 
curtains. What an insane dream I had last night. She 
thinks. Insane but so incredibly hot. The Brooke 
notices a letter propped up on her nightstand lamp 
beside her bed. Inside the envelope was a note which 
said. "Good morning slave. Buy some cucumber and begin 
to practice fucking yourself in the ass with it. In a 
few days I will return and I will push my hand up your 
ass and fuck you with it. I am looking forward to your 
screams sweet wench." Brooke gasps, then she notices 
something around her neck, a steel ring rested there, 
a collar. It had not been a dream! She had been sold 
and used by a mage, a mage who now owned her. Brooke 
swallowed hard, she knew a life of much pain and 
humiliation lay before her, and for some reason that 
knowledge made her lay back in bed and work herself to 
another orgasm while she fantasized about Aaron's next 
visit and his fist up her ass.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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