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If you think I'm just gonna raise tail like that fucking Bimbo fucking the wall you fox tailed Cunt, you can just go rail yourself with a fucking spike. Some self styled shadow bitch queen is filling the fairie with monsters and god only knows what else, and I'm enslaved to a Kitsune as long as SHE'S still here. O yeah, I'm just in the best of moods. You can take your punishments and blow them out your snowy white ass you Bitch. she said, finally losing her cool and giving Christine an earful to remember before stomping her way towards the door and throwing it open. I'm not leaving, I'll be in one of the Other rooms for however long you want to fuck around this creepy castle. she hissed, slamming the door behind her.
 
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Sighing, Christine wonders whether she should go after Tam and do... what, exactly? She was fairly certain the ottergirl would become more amenable with time once she figured out the right buttons to manipulate her, but going after her right now would probably do nothing but create more resentment. Of course, she might get herself into more trouble, which would be an embarrassment. Maybe having Dillian talk with her would help, but that would probably have to come later as well. With another sigh, Christine picks up the book about removing curses and starts reading it.
 
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Ashlie's mood is dead as well and using her teeth she unbinds herself and crawls under the covers, partly in shame and embarrasment, and partly in mild exhaustion while Christine reads, another door slamming shut and locking just as Christine starts.

The spell for dismantling enchantments is titled Dweomer Keys, and gives Christine a spell immediately, but on it's own it does no good at all. All it does is shift Christine's vision to focus on a small area where she can see the magic more clearly, and flexing her eyes changes her focus while the spell itself lets her pick at little threads here and there.

While the Castle's weave was too thick and too powerful to even comprehend or begin to fuck about with, the ring Ashlie had is for some reason, on the table, and it's weave, although complex, is discernable in a way while she reads. The technique for dismantling enchantments revolved heavily around removing the threads of the dweomer in the right order, or the spell would simply reassert itself. Just like Salazar had told her, like unraveling a weave.
 
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After a couple hours of brooding over the book, Christine has had enough. Tossing the book onto the table, she first checks if Ashlie is okay and if she'd like the piercings removed, then heads out to find Tam.
 
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Ashlie is sound asleep but looks like she fell asleep sad and ashamed of herself, tears dry on her cheeks. Heading out to find Tam, she'd find a locked door to the other room Tam was in.
 
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Raising her foot, Christine is ready to kick in before she realizes that she still hasn't put on any clothes, today. Putting her foot down, Christine frowns at the door. I'm not going to be stopped by a mere inanimate object. Maybe she could... use her magic to break the door? Freezing it probably wouldn't hurt and burning it would create a huge hassles. Break the lock? Heating it and then suddenly freezing it would make it shatter, wouldn't it? If that did work, and she was far from certain she could make it hot enough and then cool it rapidly enough, there would probably be shrapnel, which she definitely didn't want, even if she probably could heal the wounds caused by it. She didn't actually need to get past it, she just needed to see... Looking for ways to see past the door, Christine sights and drops to her knees, pressing her head on the floor and trying to peek under the door, focusing on what she sees on the other side, focusing on BEING on the other side...
 
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The lock breaking trick would probably work, but peeking through was even better as she appeared in a flash of blue and white, snow and ice whistling around her cruelly as she came to stand on the other side of the door, the room chilling Considerably for a good moment and Tam throwing herself against the back wall from her bed wide eyed and too shocked to do anything about Christine suddenly appearing in a small snow flurry to react.
 
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"That's quite enough sulking, I think." Snapping her fingers, Christine wills the chains back into existence and grabs a hold. "Are you still going to act like you didn't have this coming, thief?"
 
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Tam was stil stunned until the chains rushed into existence, the lead landing in Christine's hand. Tam immediately tried to back up out of reflex, only causing them to snap closer together and force her to hunch. A sharp tug would put her on the floor.

O I see. First you wanna cuddle and now you're in control huh? Don't make me laugh. she said, straightening herself and crouching
 
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"If the carrot doesn't work..." Opening the door, Christine starts dragging the stubborn slave back the way she came from.
 
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The chains threaten to unseat her as Christine turns to move and Tam finds she can't find a chance to actually retaliate with the 4 point shackles, forced to follow Christine back to wherever she was going or wind up on the ground and helpless. Nor was she able to get enough leverage to spread the chains and force Christine back, the chains glowing harshly every time she tried and feeding Christine physical strength, sapping Tam's ability to fight their hold.

Grunting and struggling anyway, it amounted to nothing in the end.
 
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Firmly leading Tam into her room, Christine heads to the toycloset, still with Tam on tow. Gagging the ottergirl, Christine binds her wrists with a rope before making the chains disappear again and pulling the rope through a loop on the ceiling and tying the other end to the bed, forcing her to stand up straight. She then takes a soft leather whip from the closet, starting to lightly whip the slave.
 
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Tam struggles but a sharp pull on the chain brings her wrists together near her waist, making it easy to shove a thick ball behind her teeth. Hey! What the FuMMMPH! Nnmmmmmm Hmph! she started before the gag was shoved into place, the straps wrapping around her face while she twisted. Once it was on rope was also child's play because of the chains and once she was pulled upright, stretched out by the rope pulled tight above her and tied off, she writhed.

It was hard to tell if she was complaining, or moaning, but the whimpers were hard to miss when she saw the whip and bit down on the gag as Christine began.

Her body reacted to the whipping as anyone could expect, pushing away from it, trying to swing away from the strikes despite being forced up onto her toes. But about 5 minutes in the situation started to get to Tam and her eyes lidded slightly, the sounds of surprise and protest melting very slowly into tiny almost inaudible moans as the strokes kept falling, her nipples hardening as she finally stopped trying to slip the tightly cinched ropes, giving up on escape, her tail limp behind her now where before it had twisted about, at times even managing to block the whip.
 
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Somewhat entertained by Tam's reaction, Christine continues the whipping for a while before heading back into the toycloset. Not entirely sure what she's looking for, Christine picks up a large, knotted dildo and some lubricant. Making sure the dildo is properly slick, she walks back to Tam. "Is the slutty slave getting horny? Don't worry, I'm not letting you down yet, but this might help." Pressing the length against Tam's flower, Christine slowly pushes it all the way in and makes sure the knot keeps it there.
 
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The whipping is if nothing else turning her on, but there's still defiance in her eyes despite the arousal.

Squiring as Christine leaves and brings back a toy, Tam stubbornly closes her legs and glares daggers at Christine. And it wasn't that she didn't want the toy either, she was certainly aroused, but still... it was more like stubbornness or open defiance and it was a streak that needed to be broken out of her if Christine was ever going to get her under control
 
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"If you wanted a spreader bar as well, you should've just said so." Christine says, watching if the words alone could provoke the desired reaction. If not, she'd fetch a spreader bar and attach it between Tam's ankles. Lowering the rope just enough for the ottergirl to balance on her toes, Christine goes to kneel in front of Tam, grinning as she tests her for wetness before sliding the dildo in.
 
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Tam still didn't open up and resisted as best she could, which wasn't well at all as the bar was locked around her ankles, opening her up easily and keeping her that way, protests and whimpers sliding through her gag. But not panic, a mix of arousal and annoyance.

Tam is soaking wet, there's no way to hide that and the dildo slides into her easily, the ottergirl arching her back and clenching down, crying out into her gag as she penetrated before letting it fade into a slow groan. When she reached the knot, it takes more work and Tam is left gasping and writhing until it seats itself inside her, stuck fast and going nowhere without help, the otter left hanging there and panting through her gag, clenching around the toy and whimpering, hips rolling against it as best they could while her eyes continued to get more submissive by the moment.
 
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Satisfied with Tam for now, Christine goes back to her book, making a show of reading it instead of paying the ottergirl any more attention. It would be hard to grasp disenchanting without something to practice on, but she intended to make an effort, at least.
 
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Tam tied off, gagged, and with a thick toy stuck inside her, tried everything at first when Christine started to read. Shouting, struggling, moaning seductively. When it ALL failed to get her attention as she studied, she finally gave in, squirming in place and whimpering to herself quietly while Ashlie slept hard. And she'd had a long day. There wasn't much for that, the squirrel was tired.

The magic stays the same, and would require practice, but she'd need something for that and the techniques basics stay firmly in her mind, though she finds she understands a little more about what threads to pull, and when.
 
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After a good while of reading, Christine starts feeling a bit more confident in knowing enough to make an effort, at least. Deciding that Tam has been punished enough, she goes to the ottergirl and touches the dildo, seeing what would happen when she activated the runes on it one by one.
 
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