A seller of fine jewelery

Viviena saw one stand selling fine jewelery, and skipped over to it, bouncing erotically in her scant clothes, curves drawing every eye in the square

She smiled as she stepped up to the stall. The jewelry was quite fine, silver and gold and gemstones, far too expensive to be in a town so small and remote. Hardly anyone here would be rich enough to afford most of these, save perhaps the local lords, and, of course, Viviena herself.

The stall owner was an older man, greying at the temples, with a well-trimmed beard. He looked older than Viviena, though he was not unattractive, with a ruggedly handsome face and a strong build visible under his clothes. Of course, Viviena was older than she looked, a side effect of her witch nature, and yet another reason she was terrified of falling with child. Her body had more or less frozen in her early twenties, at the peak of health and beauty; she was nearing forty and had barely changed. She would not immediately catch up to her true age, but she wold pick up where she left off, the slow unraveling of the body and mind taking her, as it had slowly claimed her mother as well.

She shuddered at the thought, before deciding to distract herself with expensive, beautiful things. She looked over the stall's stock. Bracelets, earrings, anklets, necklaces, belly-chains. Gold, silver, gemstone.

The shopkeep smiled at her, looking her over. He sniffed, and smiled even more broadly. "Hello, beautiful lady. Do any of these catch your interest?"

Her eye was caught by a glinting. A thick diamond choker-necklace, with an eye-watering price on the placard in front of it. It glittered and shone brightly in the torch-light. Clearly, the gemstones were large, pure, and well-cut.

"Ah, yes. One of my finest pieces. May I put it on you?"

Without thinking, Viviena nodded her head in consent, grabing and lifting her hair. He smiled as he picked it up, undid the clasp, and the man smiled as he undid the clasp, slid the strangely warm gem-and-metal construct around her throat, and tightened the clasp at the other side. Her wards parted to let his hands in, closing as he took his hands away.

The necklace twitched on her throat, squeezing ever so slightly, like she was being hugged around the throat by a small imp.

The central stone flashed. Flashed again. Flashed a third time, twitching slightly each time. Viviena's entire body broke out in gooseflesh as the collar tightened around her.

The man smiled kindly. "You look quite pretty in that enchanted ****-collar, my lady. Now. How did you loose your virginity?"

"On my eighteenth birthday, I invited a neighbor boy up to my room." Viviena sat, her mouth moving of it's own accord. Her arms were frozen at her sides, her eyes staring at the smiling man in impotent horror, as she continued speaking. "I was terrified of getting pregnant, so he used my ass instead. My mother interrupted us half-way through, before either of us could finish." She realized her hips were under her own controll again, though nothing below her neck was. "What did you do to me you sick fuck?"

The man beamed as he stepped out from behind the desk. "My name is Malaeorn, and I am now your owner."

She shivvered, still standing frozen. "Are you a mage?" She asked. Witches were rare, but male mages were even rarer, maybe a handfull in the whole world at a time.

"Not quite. I cannot manipulate the Weave directly, but, through years of study and experiment, I have found ways of creating objects-of-power. Such as that. Now I have an actual witch at my disposal in addition to my own knockoffs. Now strip."

She first slid off her jacket. Her limbs seemed to have a mind of their own; it took all of Viviena's power just to move slowly. "No. No no no no no!" Her jacket flopped to the ground, and she undid the bakc of her bikini top and dropped it as well. Her breasts sat high, impossibly perky despite their great size. Small, dark nipples sat proudly on her chest, hardening in the brisk night air. "Please, stop this. I will do anything-" She sobbed. She hooked her thumbs around her shorts and underwear and pulled them down, stepping out of them as they hit the cobblestones. She now stood naked, before a gawking crowd. Every inch her body was hairless, save for her head. Her arms and legs smooth and soft, her mound soft and hairless. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed. Her only clothes were the gold-and-diamond ****-collar and the scarlet four-inch pumps on her feet.

"Yes indeed. You will do anything. I am going to need the help of an actual witch for a few of my project, both for your arcane knowledge and for your actual spell-craft. Along with a few other uses."

He reached out and began kneading her breasts. Viviena could feel her wards were still up, crackling with power, but they let Malaeorn's hands through as though they were her own. He kneaded her breasts, stroked her sides, let his hands rest on her heart shaped ass.

"Tell me. Have you ever taken a man's cock? For real, in your pussy?"

"Yes. A long time ago." She spit out, her entire body locked tense. Even with her womb locked in layered wards, she could not put the risk of pregnancy from her mind. The second a man's cock came near her, she was consumed by images of her body swelling with child and draining of power. Every tryst with her long-ago lover, she had spent every moment he was inside her frozen in silent terror, her entire body burning and shivering as if electrocuted, every neuron in her brain screaming get it out get it out get it out he is going to kill you get it out. She had never come so hard in her life, but the stress was simply too much. She had been strictly oral-only ever since, at least with men.

Pulling one hand away from her buttocks, he cupped a hand around her womanhood, massaging her clit, before sticking a pair of fingers inside. She hissed. Her body was growing aroused, despite herself, but he felt like a rabbit caught in the coils of a serpent, squeezed, fangs against her throat. Her heart and breathing were rabbit-fast as well, on the edge of hyperventilation. She only reason she had not fallen to the ground is because the collar would not let her.

He pulled his fingers out of her, dripping juice as thick as uncooked egg-whites. "Going through a dry-spell, hun?" he licked her fluids sensuously from his fingers, drawing a gag from her. The entire crowd stared at the two of them in silent horror. "We'll have to fix that, won't we?"