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Yes Mistress. Tam says softly, smiling at her as she left to head to the library. In the library itself, she finds the Spider has never been more at home. In it's center, was now a massive hammock rather then a web, at least 30 feet up, and it was reading 4 books at once, flicking pages slowly.

Glancing down at her as it heard the door open, she waved at Christine, closing one of the books and lowering herself down on a thread to settle on the floor, scuttling Christine's way slowly, drawing a small chalkboard from her abdomen.

Hi! Thank you so much for bringing me here! This place is amazing!!!! she wrote out, throwing her front legs up in something of a hooray. The best is this study called Alchemy! It's Fascinating! she continued, scribbling out her first message to write the new one.
 
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Christine smiles and waves her hand as she sees the enthusiastic spider. "Hi. It really is. Have you learned much?"
 
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Not a whole lot, but I'm getting there certainly! it's just a question of applying what I'm learning. Salad Czar said he'd help later, So! more reading for me in the meantime! What about you? The spider wrote out, bouncing up and down in the web slightly, excited.
 
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"Well, I got a massage from Dillian and had otherwise a nice evening, but then I woke up to a messy room. It's being cleaned up now, though, and I thought I'd read some more about magic and maybe learn a new trick or two." Christine replies, wagging her tails.
 
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The spider bounces some more and gets excited before flailing around at the shelves.

WHAT KIND!??!
 
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"Illusions, I think. I already know some basics, but learning more couldn't hurt." the kitsune replies, watching the excited spider with mild amusement.
 
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The spider bobs and then bounces to a second floor bookshelf, flopping books about that bounced on single threads in front of Christine to reach, most being well beyond her ability, but a couple that tied in well to what she'd already learned from the scroll, one being a manipulation of the terrain, another being the creation of duplicate images of herself or others.
 
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Christine takes the books on duplicate images and illusionary terrain. "Thank you." Taking a seat nearby, she starts reading up on mirror images while keeping one eye on the spider.
 
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Taking both and a seat, Christine found the theory behind illusions of herself centered on herself, much like the scroll had told her, and her control of her own vision of the area. How she saw it. If she could convince herself, she could convince others, and as such creating a duplicate image of herself hinged on being able to see herself from outside in another location, much like seeing a true mirror.

The actual application was much more difficult, because to be convincing, she had to be able to accurately portray herself, from a viewpoint that wasn't her own. While the spell itself was simple, very simple, it was a question of technique and mechanical skill then the spell itself.

it was an hour before she had the spell itself mastered, but she knew it'd be a day or more of solid practice to get it under control enough, to perfectly recreate herself. More images would take even more time. The other was simpler, and didn't require a lot of time. But it had a simple drawback. The more complex the changes she made to the terrain, the longer the spell would take to set up, And, the harder it would be to maintain. She'd have a substantial advantage if she set the spell up in several locations around the area she wanted to affect, utilizing smaller areas, rather then one blanket spell.

2 hours had passed swiftly, and the Spider never once bothered her, instead doing the same, reading quietly.

Perception.
9.
 
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Two hours pass swiftly as she studies the books, finding the spells surprisingly easy to figure out. Now all she'd need was practice. Figuring that this would be as good a place as any, she tries focusing on the spell and creating an image of herself standing in front of her.
 
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Focusing on her spell, she was not focused on her immediate surroundings. The spell itself shimmered, and, standing directly in front of her, was a direct copy of herself.

Perception 8
Fortitude beat a 10?
7 Nope

But soon enough, as she focused on the spell getting it to smile and wave at her, having to imagine what it would look like if she did it herself, the illusion got a black Mar across it's face as Christine felt a cold, bony hand clamp down over her mouth, holding a rag. The moment of initial panic allowed her to summon several foxfires

Christine 15 ???? Nat 20.

But her assumption, the basic one, that someone was standing behind her, was false, and her bolts missed entirely while the hand clamped down harder and pressed the drug soaked rag hard to her mouth and nose, her illusion fading, her vision swimming, and then darkness overtaking her.

When she awoke, she was looking out at polished white walls, floor, and ceiling, from behind several equally polished white bars. She was kneeling, with a heavy collar locked tight around her neck, a wide ring gag in her mouth, and with very familiar looking bone hands and their skeletal twisting tendrils tightly locking her arms behind her back and pinning her ankles down and her thighs apart, in much the same situation Tam had been when she'd been found by Christine.

Sorry for the unpleasantness but Lillith is the lord of the palace. And I can't say I wasn't excited for the opportunity to capture more of your music.
 
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Trying to shout out, Christine gets a lungful of drugs and she somehow manages to conjure a number of foxfires at once - something she had never done before - before passing out.

Waking up, she instinctively tests her bindings before blinking her eyes open, she finds herself in the Song of Bones, staring at a familiar bony figure.
 
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Lillith takes her rest quite seriously you know, as you could probably guess. And she was rather explicit, this Is to be a punishment. So. 2 hours minimum. Nakar told her, the armor uncrossing his arms and sighing, striding away from her for now.

Tendrils immediately started to grind over her body, two tightly groping bone hands clamping over her breasts, their palms filled with warm, fleshy holes that quickly ensnared her piercings and pulled them rhythmically, squeezing and groping her chest while it slid, sucked, and pulled over the swiftly hardening peaks of her nipples, while below the thick lengths were gliding along over her folds. It was simply working at warming her up for now, teasing her, while her open mouth was immediately and forcefully taken advantage of from above.

The tendril that pushed passed her gag had 9 long finger like digits surrounding the thick pulsing shaft, which gripped her face tightly, holding it firmly in place while the tendril started to thrust, slowly working itself deeper, while below, rather then being warm, and slick, what slid into her pucker, was smooth, cold, and long. The polished shaft lubricated before hand blessedly, but pushing into her firmly all the same, starting to thrust.
 
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Could she talk, she'd give Nakar her opinion of him, Lillith and her rest time at length, but as she can't, a glare is the best she can do.

As the bony tendrils start working on her, body, Christine squirms. Maybe this won't be so bad... Then, as she feels two skeletal hands clamp over her breasts, she sees the gotcha. Oh no. Struggling to pull away, Christine feels a pulsing length forced into her mouth and nine spines wrap around her head to firmly lock it in its place. The critter immediately starts fucking her face while she feels something cold and bony press against her pucker before bottoming out in her ass, causing a muffled yelp as she tries to find some leverage to free herself.
 
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There was no leverage to be found, the cages were expertly crafted for precisely this reason. But Christine would see Nakar return, and set up a small table, and pulling out a raven's quill and a large jar of ink, starting to listen carefully to... Christine. Any sound she made, moans, groans, gasps, screams, all muffled of course by her current facefucking, and he recorded all of them on paper.

It was the other item she was probably a lot more worried about next to his small table, it was a belt that looked suspiciously like the one Tam and Ashlie had been wearing.

I wont Apologize for obeying my Queen's orders. Nor will I question them, but I wont let this go to waste either, you shall see. Even Kitsune benefit from a focus. He said conversationally while the device thrusting up into her ass, and the constant molestation of her breasts were doing wonders towards forcing her closer and closer to a powerful climax. But she edged out very near her peak, the only promise of salvation being the thick length grinding over her petals, always threatening. After a half hour of this, the tendril in her mouth withdrew, but the creature stayed firmly attached.

Are you sorry yet? Nakar asked, tilting his polished bone helm of a face.
 
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The facefucking makes Christine gag, and her asshole is being ravaged hard, but the sucking and fondling of her breasts feels so good... Yet the orgasm that was surely close never comes, making her want to scream in frustration. She only barely restrains herself as Nakar records every damn sound she makes.

After half an hour, the tentacle withdraws from her throat, leaving her drawing ragged breaths past the ringgag still in her mouth. Sorry... the word echoes in her mind as she tries to compose her thoughts despise the constant teasing. Not trusting herself to articulate anything coherent at the moment, and certainly not with the gag in place, the kitsune merely shakes her head.
 
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I had assumed as much, ahh well. Nod for a Staff, Shake for a Wand, Groan for a Ring. He offered while he continued to record her. Once she'd given an answer, or hadn't, the length slid back into her mouth, this time focusing solely on her gag reflex, teasing it, working it away bit by bit. Nakar was obviously the one in control of everything on this floor and was TRYING to be nice.

Regardless, she was not granted her climax, and the tendrils changed tactics. smooth shaft sliding into her ass began to take shallower thrusts, circling and grinding hard slowly, while the sliding along her folds became a little firmer, and slower, keeping her just on the brink.

The hands on her chest however remained steadfast and devoted to her chest, changing their pace and force based on how much pleasure they could forcibly inflict. With a wave of his hand, polished bone slid between the hands, and around her back, turning the pair into a bra, as well as growing a line between her breasts up to her collar like links in a polished white chain.

If you're good I'll give you a matching set of underwear for the day. he said, slowly working her gag reflex into nonexistence while he continued to record her
 
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Christine shakes her head. Then the tendril slides back into her mouth and she growls helplessly as her torment takes on a new form as the bone in her pucker starts grinding against her and another tendril teases her folds harder, yet still manages to keep her moments from sweet, sweet release. A strange brassiere starts forming around her chest with the sole purpose, she suspects, of continuing her torment even after she's released. Though the tendril in her throat tries to work on her gag reflex, that doesn't make it any more pleasant and she tries to think of a way not to get entirely covered in bone.
 
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Not a bad choice, many street performers in the human settlements parade as sorcerers using such. You could simply act the poor fool and mayhaps the church would pass you by. Nakar said, working on her tool while she tried to think of a way to not get completely Boned.

Her torment continued just as it was, for another hour, leaving her tired, shaking, and sweating, her denied climax certain to be a true explosion of sensation after being edged for this long no matter how she struggled, and Nakar posed his question again.

Sorry Yet Christine? You know, as Unfair as I'm sure you think this is, they ARE Your pets and Your responsibility. Whilst they were punished separately and in more lasting ways then you, do you not feel, even the slightest bit responsible for not controlling them in some way? He mused, the beginning of an ivory white wand shaping nicely in his hand as he talked and recorded. The tendril in her throat withdrew again, and this time so did the ring in her mouth, though rather then completely sliding away, she found it was hidden inside her mouth, as a pair of small cubic blocks inside her jaw just behind her molars.
 
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For an indeterminable time, Christine continues squirming and writhing, her body begging for release that was not to be granted. Then, the tendril in her mouth pulls away once more, leaving her free to talk. Hanging her head, the kitsune stares at the flood. "PLease tell me, what am I to be sorry for? What could I have done differently?"
 
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