A ritual of revival

Once upon a time a mad man had delved deep into forbidden magics. Sir Rickard Grey, Knight of the city of Telock and amateur mage had over the years collected quite the collection of arcane lore. The spellbook of the Mad Mage Antiyuk, several of the Morlund scrolls, the Hakon Chronicles and the writings of Bartius Rex foremost amongst them. As he aged and reached his twilight years he had finally found the ritual he needed to prolong his life.

Only along the way to learning how to achieve immortality Rickard's attention wandered to more purient matters. Living forever became secondary to using magic to bind a female to his will and having a servile, shapeable sex ****. Once that was achieved he spent the majority of his remaining years rutting with a sex demon he had summoned and bound with spells.

It was only once the flesh was too old and weak for even magic to get a rise out of did Rickard return to searching out a means of immortality. Years wasted rutting with his **** meant he had little time to be picky and he seized upon the 1st method he found. So it was he bound his will and memories into a sculpture he had made of his glory years rutting with his ****, alongside a spell that would ensnare the unwary and **** them to enact certain rituals.

Joyce Summers had been unaware and easily ensnared. She now set up a ritual circle on the floor of her basement, eyes blank and unseeing. With robotic efficiency she chalked an outline, lit candles and spoke words she had never learned. Before her a flame of pure pink fire came to life in a blaze as kaleidoscopic lightning began to crawl along the ritual circle. When Joyce's recitation ended the fire died down and the lightning faded, leaving in a soft glowing aura a set of restraint.

Joyce, eyes still blank and actions not her own picked up the leather collar and secured it around her throat. She took up the a set of leather cuffs and fastened them around each wrist. She took the last set of cuffs and fastened them around her ankles. Once each limb was secured Joyce was suffused in a pink glowing cocoon. The Whore Manacles last used to bind the sex demon Syx now bound a human woman. When the glow faded the cocoon puffed into smoke and Joyce stood naked in the center of the ritual circle, her clothes having disintegrated.

Still under the sway of the spell Joyce walked out of the ritual circle and up the stairs. Another participant was required. This time a male for Sir Rickard Grey's resurrection.