He orders her to fuck a stranger

He kissed her on the cheek. "Now, lets test how obedient you are." He grabbed her by the shoulders and pointed her at a man. "See him? I want you to fuck him."

Viviena's heart pounded agaisnt her rib cage as though it wanted to break free. The man Malaeorn had pointed was a young man, and he stepped up to her with a shit-eating grin. "Well well well. This will be my lucky day. Get ready bitch. You've teased us long enough. Time to put out."

Maleorn smiled. "Open your wards and let him in, but do not lower them. Keep your womb-wards rock solid, though. Your powers are far too valuable to be wasted. There. Now, rip his clothes off."

The collar clenched around her throat as it siezed control of her body. With a gesture she sent out a burst of magic power, ripping the clothes from he man. He was lean, but well muscled, his body honed. Viviena admitted that a small part of her found him attractive. She might have even enjoyed seducing him, under other circumstances. With his clothes removed, she pounced on him, grabbing his head and burring it in her ample creamy breasts, and laying her ass on his pelvis. She ran her pussy up and dwn his cock, greasing it up with her dripping juices, though she did not let him put it in yet.

Viviena whimpered. A man was so, so close to her, his fertile balls twitching dangerously close to her womb. His white venom would destroy her, ruin her, body and soul, bloating her body and stripping her magic. She checked her wards, double checked, tripple checked, like a cat licking the same spot until it went bald. She knew, intellectually, that she was safe. But her guts screamed at her, to flee.

"Oh. Amazing!" The man yelled beneath her, digging his hands into her ample ass as he pushed and pulled her, setting the pace for her sumatta. "And you have been keeping this to yourself all these years? What a waste!" He bit down on her right nipple, so hard it wasn't even pleasurable. Moving one hand from her heart-shaped rump, he gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her face down, kissing her roughly. He hissed and snarled, dragging her body closer to his, relishing the sweet softness of her flesh against his.

Malaeorn stood over them both, hands clasped behind his back, smiling. "Put his cock in. Fuck him mercilessly. Do not stop until I tell you to."

The stranger's cock was of medium size, but slightly unusual shape, playing against her inner bumps and ridges pleasurably. She kissed him, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she squatted and rose and squatted, slamming her hips down on his in a savage rhythm, her ample flesh slapping against his. He writhed and groaned under her like a horse as she rode him, bucking and squealing. His voice sounded almost girlish in his joy. He seemed to be a quick shot, already blushing and grunting per-orgasmically.

He groaned as he spent, shooting ropes of sperm into her body. She felt it in extreme detail, due to her natural magic and her wards. Not just the hot, tingling splash of his seed, oh no. She could feel every individual sperm-cell screaming and dying as her wards attacked it, her belly warming as her well-laid spells did their work. She had felt it a few times before, with her old beau, and her wards had held up immaculately, but she observed, panicked, terrified that one would get through. Even without her wards, she would not be a fertile window, but the horror filled her the same.

"Enchant his cock to keep it hard. Keep fucking him." Malaeorn barked, still pacing around them in circles. with one hand, she wove a knot of magic and sent it coiling around his cock, sinking into the softening flesh and re-hardening it as the blood-vessels were forced to flow again.

The man groaned as she squirmed under her, though his motions were different now. Uneasy. Discomforted. She continued slamming herself down him like a hammer on an anvil, her rhythm unbroken.

"Fuck, I'm still sensitive, bitch. Slow down!" He spanked her on her ass, before gripping her hips and trying to slow her down by force. To no avail; In his post-orgasm state he was too weak, and Viviena herself was stronger than she looked.

She bit his nipple, returning the favor from earlier. She could not resist the slave-collars orders, but it seemed it gave her a bit of latitude in how she interpreted these orders. She decided to remember this, for later.

He lasted somewhat longer this time, a solid ten minutes of sweaty panting, as the crowd stared on in rapt silence. Several men had stuck their hands in their pants and begun surreptitiously pleasuring themselves. But, in time, it seemed that he was going to cum inside her again.

"Close your wards."

Before Viviena realized what was going on, her wards were on high alert again. They sensed someone touching her skin, and acted accordingly, per the rules she had set a few hours ago.

The man under her screamed as a hail of blunt force hammered him, invisible fists bludgeoning his face, his chest, his ribs, and his balls, dear gods, his balls. He screamed as she continued raising herself up and slamming herself down. She screamed as she realized what was happening, and what was about to happen. "What are you doing?" She screamed at Malaeorn. "You are going to kill him!"

"Good. Keep pounding him. Orgasm when he dies. Fuck the life out of him."

The man punched her square in the face in a last attempt to dislodge her and free himself. She felt only a light slap, as his arm was thrown back, his forearm bending back with a crunch as though he had grown a second elbow. "I'm so-o-o-orry!" Viviena sobbed as her wards sharpened, a lattice of cuts overnight all over his body, shallow warning strikes at first, then gradually deeper. One of his ribs broke, visibly under the muscle, then another and another.

She kissed him, and cracks spidderwebbed out through the ground beneath them, as the mans rib-cage imploded, blood gushing from his mouth to hers, hot and coppery and sweet. An orgasm detonated inside her forced pleasure blooming through her traitorous body. While the man was dying, he himself achieved a final climax, bucking his hips and ejaculating, her own body clenching and coiling around his cock, wringing rope after rope of his dead seed from him.

"Stop." Malaeorn commanded. And she did, sitting atop the fresh, cooling corpse of the man she had just fucked to death.

The place fell dead silent. The watching crowd stared in mute horror at what they had just witnessed.

Viviena simply sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes, and blood, his blood, leaking from the corners of his mouth. She wanted to spit it out, in horror and disgust, but the collar bade her, swallow, and swallow she did, though she hated herself for it.

"Sleep." Malaeorn commanded, and she did, collapsing nude atop the bloody stranger. Whistling a cheery tune, Malaeorn picked Viviena up, slung her over his shoulder, and with a final smile and wave at the gathered crowd, snapped his fingers, and disappeared in a puff of smoke, followed a moment later by his jewlery-stand.