Meanwhile, Helga tries to escape

"Rise and shine, slut!"

Those words were the first thing Helga heard after waking up, dazed and sleepy. However, the splash of cold water that came immediately afterwards was unforgiving and it jolted her fully into consciousness, eliciting a shocked yelp from the redhead. Looking up, Helga's face twisted into a murderous glare when she saw a smirking Marius holding a bucket.

"You."

"Me," he nodded, grin widening. "What, did you expect yesterday to be a bad dream? Sorry to give you bad news whore, but you're not leaving this place until I say so."

"When I get out of this..."

"You'll be a much different woman, trust me," he assured her, cutting her off.

"What do you want from me?! Is this some sort of sick joke to you?!" Helga yelled, thrashing against her bindings but it did nothing but make her large breasts bounce and jiggle from her wild buckling. Numerous droplets of water traveled down her body and the cold state of the water meant that she was soon shivering slightly, with her nipples becoming hard and poking out as well as a result.

For his part, Marius seemed to consider the demand for a moment until he shook his head. "I'll tell you soon, but not yet, I think. Until then... well, I'll let you enjoy the suspense," he said with a laugh before he turned to the other person that was with them there in the damp cellar. She'd been so consumed by her rage at seeing Marius that she hadn't even registered the presence of...

'Christien?' she realized with sudden shock as she turned her attention to him. He was a brown-haired boy, tall and with a strong jaw but having barely finished his puberty from the looks of it. Helga remembered him: she'd helped to disinfect a bad wound on his leg sever years ago. She clearly remembered thinking that the boy was remarkably resilient back then, since he never once complained despite the deep itching induced by the balms she used when applied.

'What is going on here? What is this bastard planning doing involving his son?'

With a beet red face, said boy could barely look at her, nude as she was while tied to her chair. However, Marius either paid it no mind or simply didn't notice it. "Son, I've got things to do so I can't discipline this whore myself. You know what you must do, right?"

Christien looked like he'd rather be anywhere but in his current place. "I - Father, are you sure this is-" he tried to say and for a moment, Helga felt a faint hope bloom in her chest.

Unfortunately, it didn't last because he fell silent, cowed, when Marius' steely eyes bored into his own. "You know what you must do, right?"

Whatever meager resistance the boy had quickly crumbled. "I - yes, I know."

"Good lad," the older man said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

Helga had a lot of things she wanted to do. She wanted to throw up; she wanted to get out of this cellar and bring down the whole house on their heads with fire. She wanted to eviscerate Marius where he stood with her magic... and all of those could be possible if only he wasn't watching her every move like a hawk, ready to lash out with the thick iron rod hanging from the belt at his waist the moment he saw her trying to cast a spell.

As he talked with his son -his own son! Just how depraved is this sick madman?-, she could see how he subtly positioned himself to get a good view of her and her hands, with a hand placed on his waist near the rod. He wasn't taking any chances, that was for sure.

'Bastard!' she hissed in her mind, drowning in waves of pure hatred.

Picking up the cup from yesterday that had been resting on a small stool next to Helga, Marius passed it to his son, who looked positively nauseous from the knowledge of what he was holding. "Remember, give this to her before you leave the cellar. When doesn't matter, you can have some fun with the whore if you wish lad, just make sure you make her drink it - by **** if necessary- before you leave."

"You sick bastard, wasn't what you've already done enough that you involve your own son now?" Helga recriminated him with a scowl, but beyond a slight frown of displeasure, Marius didn't seem overly angry.

"I suppose it's in the nature of whores like you to prefer younger boys to corrupt. Unfortunately for you, my son is not a little boy, but a man grown and he won't fall for your tricks, witch. If he decides to take pleasure from your body, at least he'll be putting your body to good use," Marius declared, enduring stoically Helga's terrific glare.

"I don't give a damn about the sick pleasure you get from demeaning me, bastard; I'm not your fucktoy to be passed around! Mark my words, I won't forget this."

Marius simply rolled his eyes. "You bore me, slut, your threats are growing old. Decadent as you're supposed to be, I thought you witches were more intelligent than that; thanks for proving me wrong," he said before turning to his son. "Here lad, take the rod. Remember, hit the hands if she tries anything - that'll stop her dead cold. Now, I'll be going - I'll come back later to check on her."

Christien said nothing, still holding the cup as he stared unseeingly at some spot past his father.

Helga watched with fiery eyes as the abominable wretch of a man made his way towards the door of the cellar. However, just before he reached the door he stopped and turned to regard her for a moment. And then he spoke. "And just so you know - I could have you passed around like the common harlot you are to be fucked by everyone and there'd be nothing you could do about that. I could still make you do it. Think on that."

And then he finally left, leaving Helga and Christien alone in a silence that stretched out, becoming tense and awkward for both.

"I'm- I'm so sorry for what he is doing, Lady Helga," the young man stammered, clearly uncomfortable, unable to look at her in the eyes. Despite the rage she felt, Helga **** herself to calm down and think a bit more clearly.

There was something in there, she could work with that. No matter what she thought of his father, Christien was clearly **** to play along and she had to exploit that opening.

"I'm not mad at you, Christien," she quickly reassured him, adopting a more sympathetic tone. "But your father has committed an unforgivable crime and he must be punished. Get me out of here and we will bring him to justice," Helga exhorted.

She didn't want to tempt fate by trying to cast a spell. The previous dosage of Mirbhiris' Bane had worn off at some point while she was asleep, but she'd rather not experience that horrible feeling again if she could avoid it. If that meant having to refrain from immediately getting out of there with her magic, so be it.

Unfortunately, Christien simply grew all the more frantic at her demand. "I- I- no, I'm sorry, I just - I can't! My father, he... he knows things! He always knows and he'll find out I let you go!" he exclaimed. He looked downright terrified of... what? The mere possibility of his father discovering that he helped her? That was... the implications were worrying.

"Just... just get me your mother," she told him, mind working at fast speeds to come up with a way to escape this hell. "When she sees this, she'll surely get me out of this. You don't need to do anythi-"

"No!" he yelled, flinching from his own voice. "She... she knows too. About this. She won't say a thing."

'Gods, what in the frozen hell is going on in this house?' she thought to herself with dread. The wife of that sick bastard was on it as well?! And the boy, Christien... no, she couldn't spare many commiserating thoughts for the boy when she herself wasn't exactly in the best situation. She had to think of a way to get out of this mess and if the boy's mother wasn't going to be of any help...

She had an idea in what to do. She didn't want to do it; in fact, she loathed the mere thought of it... but she saw no other alternative and with some luck it would let her escape this nightmarish house with her sanity intact. Seeing as Christien could barely take a glance at her naked body without shifting uncomfortably and looking away, she knew there was a strong chance she could seduce the boy into freeing her.

It didn't change the fact she'd feel absolutely dirty for a long time after this... if it succeeded.

Her scowl slowly morphed into a lurid smile as she regarded the boy, making sure to make it obvious that she was checking him out.

"You know, Christien, your father is a wretched cunt, but... you're not that bad on the eyes yourself."

"W-what?" he squeaked, blushing brightly. She felt slightly sorry for the boy, but in the face of potential release from her torment, Helga would put her well-being above his. It helped that he truly was handsome, if not particularly bright, it seemed.

"It's true. I'm sure you have plenty of beautiful girls eating out of the palm of the hand. I know I would be," she smiled with a wink, earning an incoherent sputter from him.

"What- what are you saying, Lady Helga?"

"You like my body, don't you Christien?" she asked in return and she gave a fleeting grin when she saw his eyes quickly flicker to her breasts before going back up to her face, wide-eyed. She chuckled. "Don't worry, I don't mind being looked at... as long as it's you." He looked to be in utter disbelief to her words, but as long as she kept repeating the lie, he'd end up believing her sooner or later... and then he'd be hers.

"I - I..."

"I didn't really want to admit it in front of that bastard, but... the truth is, I've been thinking about you ever since I cured you of that infected wound years ago. It's just... you were so strong, so brave, you suffered through without complaint. You impressed me greatly and... I couldn't help it, I- I masturbated myself that night while thinking of you," she lied, looking away in shame, even though in truth she felt like gagging.

'It's not enough, keep pressing him.'

"And well, after that, I kept seeing you around whenever I visited the town and... I just couldn't forget you, Christien. I kept masturbating while thinking about you, wishing that I could someday tell you this... It's not how I wanted, but at least I can finally say it." Helga smiled, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The bulge of his manhood straining against his breeches was painfully obvious and the redhead felt a fleeting sense of smug pride bloom within her before it was squashed down by disgust and guilt.

"Am I dreaming?" the boy managed to ask, completely shocked and aroused.

"I would hope not, love. Come, don't you want to touch them? No one will ever know and... I really want to feel your hands all over me," she breathed out, sounding needy as she did her best to inch her body forward and present her breasts to him.

As if hypnotized, Christien approached closer, staring at her large heaving breasts. Laying a hand them, he gasped. "They're so soft," he marveled and Helga did her best to give him a toe-curling moan.

"Yes. And they're all yours, Christien. Touch them, caress them - maul them. I can't wait anymore," she whimpered, even though she felt like dying inside.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"But it is happening. I waited so long for this... feel me up, please, I need it!"

Despite her less-than-honest intentions, Christien's hands were warm, so very warm, and just with enough roughness from working the fields to send shivers down her spine. Helga's body was warming up from her previous cold state and to her shame, she could feel herself growing moist and wet in her pussy as Christien kept fondling her.

'Don't think about it, only use it. Just don't think about it.'

"Gods, I'm so wet down there. Have you ever laid with a woman, Christien? Or will I be your first? Touch me there, Christien - see how wet I am for you. My body is yours, love," she said with a seductive moan, making the lad groan from the pleasure.

An hesitant hand reached out, traveling down her body to peek at her pussy and the small patch of red hair above it as Christien started exploring Helga's pussy. Despite herself, the witch gave him a genuine grin filled with lust. Even though he was obviously inexperienced, the boy managed to find some sensitive spots and her body was responding to the stimulation. Helga suddenly moaned, feeling a sharp spike of pleasure course through her body.

An entranced Christien raised his hand and under the light of the lamp, Helga could see the slickness sticking to his fingers. This was completely humiliating - she really was getting wet.

"Wow."

"It's only proof of how much I want this, Christien. I wish you could just take me here... sticking your fat, huge cock inside my pussy, marking me as your woman..." she mused, letting his mind fill in the blanks as necessary.

"But - but first we'd need to marry for that..." he said, but he was simply thinking out loud, rather than actually protesting about the idea.

"What, but... I mean, of course! Of course we'll marry, that's all I ever wanted all these years, why I waited so long! Yes, we'll marry and then I'll let everyone see as I fill out as months pass by, fat with your child. Is that what you want, Christien? Me carrying your baby? I can give you one... and as many as you want," she asked, peering deep into his eyes.

Christien stared at her for a moment, unsure if he was hearing correctly... and then he smashed his lips on hers, kissing her with passion as his hands fiercely explored her breasts and pussy. Helga let him, opening her mouth and staying pliable so that he could get what he wanted without arousing his suspicion... though her moan during the kiss only encouraged him further.

It was time to act.

"Love, get these ropes off me. I need to fuck you! I need your dick in me now!" she growled with lust once the kiss ended and she tried to contain her enthusiasm when he complied, nodding with a silly grin on his face.

"I can't wait to feel your cock inside me, love; to feel how you pound your future wife into submission!"

"My future wife..."

"Yes, love, I'll be only yours and you'll be able to show me off to your friends. I wonder, how jealous will they be when they realize you've scored such a beauty?" she laughed, watching intently as the boy started fumbling with the knots. It was hard; his father had apparently made them incredibly tight. Helga felt a brief moment of satisfaction.

'He fears me. Good, I'll give him something to fear.'

"That's right, love. Undo those knots and then we'll finally be able to make love. Your father doesn't need to know about this."

Hearing those words, Christien slowed down his efforts in untying Helga, no longer fully assured in his conviction. He was still deeply aroused by Helga and the prospect of claiming the older woman as his future wife, but now he hesitated, if only slightly.

"My father..." he muttered, trailing off.

However, the witch, blinded by the freedom that was growing closer with each passing second, didn't measure her words as well as she should have, affected by growing lust as well despite her predicament.

"That's right, your father. That bastard doesn't understand - he'll never understand our love, Christien. But he doesn't need to know. Untie me, love. Untie me and claim what has been yours for years," she declared as she gave him an eager smile. "He will never know."

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Christien's mind fixated itself on those words and simply didn't leave them.

"No... no! He will know, he always know!" he yelled, stepping back.

"Bo - Christien, untie me now! If we leave now no one will find us! We can live together away from everyone!" Helga insisted, starting to panic. She was losing him.

"Shut up, shut up! You don't know him like I do!"

"Christien, lov-"

"I SAID SHUT UP!"

With a scream, a frenzied Christien grabbed the cup of Mirbhiris' Bane and stepped up to Helga in less than a second. Caught off-guard, the shocked redhead simply had no time to react in time before he'd already **** her jaw open and poured the contents of the cup into her mouth, making her swallow it.

Whatever terrified protests she could give, muffled as they were, were heard by none but Christien and soon, Helga was looking forward with a empty look in her eyes.

Horrified, Christien could only stare at the result of his action with a sense of impending finality. He was incapable of looking at her in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," was the only thing he could **** out, unable to bear what he'd done to the woman who had just confessed her feelings for him.

And with that, he fled the cellar.