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  PUNISHMENT

  Debauched Desires Volume 1

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  @claudiabalvenie

  claudiabalvenie.com

  Copyright 2014.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  All characters are above the age of 18

  CHAPTER 1

  Conventions were her obsession.

  Emi spent vast amounts of time and far too much money preparing for these giant sci-fi and fantasy conventions. Atlanta, Seattle, New York, San Diego, it didn't matter. The bigger the con, the more likely she was to buy a ticket.

  Costuming was her forte. She spent most of her free time and all of her free funds during the year working on the exact looks that she would need.

  She was self taught. Luckily instructions for nearly everything were available online. She'd learned to sew quite well. She'd learned about plastics, foam, and latex. She could create nearly anything with leather. Over the past few years, she'd learned enough to actually sell her cosplay skills.

  Though she never did. In real life she was a simple system administrator. It was an easy job for her, and except for the occasional insanity when a new hire was brought in or the developers overstepped their bounds, she really didn't have to do a lot of work for her hefty salary. And that was fine with her.

  Her office was full of sketches of her favorite movie, television and anime characters. Each one was carefully plotted as to the exact design specifications that she would require in order to create. She kept spreadsheets detailing what each piece of each costume would cost to make.

  Yes, she had an unnatural obsession with these conventions. But her reasons for costuming were not as simple as winning the contests or being asked for pictures though she had won her share and her work dotted the internet in people's home photos. No, none of that was the point for her.

  Instead she used her costume and beauty to seduce anyone who caught her eye.

  She was fortunate enough, still under thirty with pale skin, raven hair and pale blue eyes that she could get attention in her normal life just fine. Yet her body was in great shape and her chest was voluptuous. The simple fact was with the proper costuming, she was a show stopper. She knew it. She lived for the times when all eyes were on her.

  She'd been called “Attention Whore.” She couldn't deny it. She considered herself more a “Convention Whore.”

  CHAPTER 2

  She'd arrived on Thursday. It was easy enough to toss the bellboy a twenty and have him unload her car. All it took was her brilliant smile and the young fellow would follow her straight into her room. Her confidence was already growing just being on convention grounds, even though it would not begin in earnest until Friday.

  She dismissed him with a kiss on the cheek after he unloaded her multitude of plastic boxes and luggage. He giggled the whole way out the door. She smiled to herself as she unpacked and picked out her evening wear.

  It was too early to put on one of her contest costumes, so today she would be a little simpler. There was a show that was a bit of a cult hit that featured an evil sorceress with impeccable fashion sense. It would be a simple enough outfit to get the lay of the land. Every convention was different, every year. She had no idea what would strike her fancy, but she was getting excited just thinking about it.

  She put on her makeup first. Her blue eyes were highlighted with a smoky look and black eyeliner. She added a dark red lipstick. She teased her straight black hair into waves before finally putting on her thigh high black stockings and attaching them to her black lace garter belt. She felt no need for underwear.

  The skirt was wave after wave of black silk, flowing down to the floor. It had taken weeks to make it perfect. Finally, the corset. She had to learn how to tie it alone, it was never terribly attractive getting it on, but the effect was exquisite. Her already tiny waist was cinched even tighter, easily small enough for a man to wrap his hands around. Her breasts nearly overflowed the corset. Still she had tricks to make them look bountiful while leaving her no worries about them spilling out in public.

  Finally she added the leather band around her neck and bands around her wrists.. It was not specifically accurate for the character, but it did not detract. Also she knew this nod to bondage would occasionally attract the sort of kink she enjoyed.

  She twirled around once to check everything. She felt perfect. She slipped her ID, cash, and room key into a hidden pocket she'd designed just for that purpose. Only her badge detracted from her look, but nothing could be done for that. She threw her shoulders back, opened the door, and embraced her character.

  CHAPTER 3

  She loved riding down the glass elevator when no one else was in it. This would not be the case tomorrow she knew, save in the wee hours of the morning. From the twenty seventh floor she could see all the way down and get a lay of the land. Where was everyone crowded, what was going on?

  Dozens of private parties were already being held in different parts of this hotel and no doubt in different parts of the other four hotels as well. It would be easy enough to score an invitation. Still, she enjoyed the chase more, such as it were. Getting laid at a party was barely a challenge.

  She ended up in the hotel bar. The alcohol kiosks would not be put up until the next day, though the hotel bar had already begun their themed drinks. They were nothing more than the standard drinks with clever puns or references to hit television shows. She ordered up a dragon blood and scanned the crowd.

  It did not take long until someone was brave enough to come over to her. To Emi's delight, the girl was dressed in a costume from the same show, though her character fought for the heroes. She was petite, blond, and dressed in a plunging peasant's blouse and long skirts. Her peace-bonded sword was strapped to her hip.

  She was flushed but not drunk and she slid into the barstool and smiled to Emi.

  “You look absolutely stunning!” She said, happily. “I sure hope we don't have to fight you.”

  Emi nodded her head slightly, though she disliked leaving her character completely. In these introductory conversations, Emi tended to keep her vocal style the same as her character, even if her words were not so. “And yours is very accurate. You have done an exquisite job.”

  The bartender brought both of them drinks. “On the house. You ladies look amazing.” He grinned at both of them. Emi took it in stride, but the blond woman flushed again, her ears turning red this time.

  When he left, Emi stretched her fingertips over the other woman's. When she did not recoil immediately, Emi let her perfectly manicured nails trail up and down the woman's hand. With women, sensuality could be found in most any touch, done the correct way.

  “Might I offer some advice?”

  To her credit, she was not insulted. “Please do! I would love to hear it! You're doing so well and I.. “ she gushed.

  “You are doing everything right, looks wise. But you must be your character.”

  The young blond woman frowned. “I don't understand, I love to role play but I didn't think that it was necessary right now. We are just sitting at the bar.”

  “No, it isn't. But often the attitude is precisely what sells a character.” Even though she was speaking out of character, her vocal patterns still matched the haughty sorceress in which she was portraying. The blond woman nodded her head.

  Emi continued. “What is your name?”

  “Oh, I'm Lori and...” she began to gesture behind her. Emi cut her off.

  “No. Your name is not Lori.”


  She nodded enthusiastically, understanding. Then she took a deep breath and calmed herself. “I am Arianna of the Blackwell Estates.” Her blush faded away and the persona took over. Emi smiled to herself. This girl had potential.

  A man clad in well done armor came up behind the two of them. Like most men, his eyes did run over Emi's chest, though he at least did it surreptitiously. He lay his hand on top of “Arianna's” shoulder. Emi nodded her head to him once.

  “And this is Lord Blackwell.” The man held his helmet under his armor and shot her a confused look, but was a quick study. He played along.

  Emi's eyes narrowed, “I know well who he is, son of the traitorous Earl. Begone!”

  He seemed well practiced at his character, leaning over Arianna and taking her drink. He drained half in one gulp. His other hand hovered near his sword.

  “I have no quarrel with you, Sorceress. I merely wish to collect my things and move along.” To his credit, his voice went straight into character. “Arianna, it's time to leave.”

  Yet she too had fallen into her character and knew how she should react. She shrugged away from him. Her character had always been headstrong, even though Arianna and Blackwell had often worked for common causes. Arianna's character had, as of yet, not met Morigana the Sorceress. It would be an interesting scenario if they wished to continue.

  “No, my Lord, I was merely speaking to this young woman. I need not confirm each conversation that I have with you.”

  He leaned down to her, his whispers soft in her ear, but pitched so that Emi, or rather, Morigana could hear. “She is wanted by the king. Do what you will, but understand this. She must face judgment.”

  Judgment. What she saw in that man's eyes was exactly the domination she was searching for. And his girlfriend, wife, whatever she was, was just as intrigued. She need only wait for the two of them to make the first move. It was better if they believed it was their idea.

  His eyes never left Morigana's eyes. She tried to convey there, exactly what she desired. To her part, she had continued to stroke Arianna's hand slowly, her nails trailing down the woman's wrist. At his words she dug her nails in slightly deeper. He saw, and understood. Then he turned his eyes to Arianna, or rather, Lori.

  His voice lost the head of the character, and gained it in promise. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded once, then looked to Emi.

  Emi chuckled and dropped her voice enough to know she too was out of character. “First time?”

  Lori nodded.

  “Safe word?” Emi prompted

  “Um...” Lori thought of the first thing to enter her head. “Bananas!”

  She chuckled softly to herself and nodded to the man she knew only as Lord Blackwell. She preferred it that way. “Prepare your room and your story.”

  They nodded and told her the room number with plans to meet in an hour. Before they left she pulled Lori back to the side. “You are in control of this. I shall honor and obey any wishes that you have in this matter.” It was Emi's kind way of saying if you don't want your man's dick inside of me, it's alright. We can do other things.

  Lori had forgotten her lessons. She flushed and rushed to catch up with her man.

  CHAPTER 4

  She enjoyed a couple more drinks while allowing the two of them their time to think about their plan. Emi knew fully well that the anticipation was often as exciting as the actual act. She could attest to this. As it was their first time with a third, she knew they'd have rules and hopefully an entire scenario to build.

  The scenario was the most important part to Emi. It was so easy to simply find someone and hook up. Sex was a simple thing. But the sort of sex she enjoyed often required getting outside of a person's head. That was so much easier when you were not yourself.

  When the alloted time had passed she stood and left a large tip for the bartender. He'd been passing her free whiskey since she'd first sat down, it was the least she could do.

  She deliberately took her time on the way to the elevator. She even stopped for a couple of pictures that she was asked to pose for. Still, her anticipation grew until she found herself outside of their door.

  She took a long breath and wrapped herself in character, leaving all traces of the woman she called Emi outside.

  CHAPTER 5

  Morigana had been born a slave. It was her misfortune to have also been born beautiful. She'd been passed from owner to owner until finally a mage of considerable power bought her for her a bed warmer. Instead she became his apprentice. She assisted him in his power hungry endeavors, never questioning the slaves that he took, the people that he killed, the countries he destroyed. After all, she had risen from her low birth to stand at his side. Why should they not be able to do the same?

  But the Blackwell clan believed him mad. They had united the remaining free people to stand in his way. It was a brutal battle, and thousands died. One of those was Morigana's beloved master.

  She was on the run. Though powerful in her own right, she was no match for the source of power that had brought her master to his knees. But she did not expect to be caught by something so simple as an enchanted arrow to the shoulder.

  And so she was brought by Arianna, a peasant girl known for her incredible skill at the bow, to face Lord Blackwell. She was shoved by her knees gruffly, as the young woman was far stronger than her. She turned back to her captor and growled. “Did you need pull the wagon instead of the ox? No woman should have such strength. It is unladylike.”

  Arianna slapped her across the face, hard. A trickle of blood rolled from her lip.

  Arianna spoke. “Thats for killing my father, you useless bitch!”

  “Now, now.” Spoke a soft but decidedly masculine voice from the corner. The man leaned forward, allowing the light to touch his face. “You are not the only one with a grievance against our fair sorceress, Arianna.” He had a mass of thick dark hair that fell to his shoulders and matching black eyes that scanned every movement happening before him, as if recording it to memory. He twirled a wine glass around in his armored hand. It and the golden armor both shimmered as they caught the light.

  He leaned back again and set the glass down. He folded his fingertips together in front of him. “She has so much to pay for, but she can only die once. We must use our imaginations.”

  Arianna nodded. “As you say my Lord.” She pushed Morigana up from her knees and roughly tore the arrow from her shoulder. Then she quickly patched it up while Lord Blackwell watched all.

  She never took her eyes from him. “Why is my power denied me?”

  “Oh, that.” He chuckled darkly. “Special concoction, in the arrow. It will keep you weak, for as long as... well your life lasts I suppose.”

  Arianna grinned at him and finished the bandage. She then jerked Morigana's hands in front and bound them with a long rope, occasionally glancing to Lord Blackwell for approval. When he seemed content with the binding, Arianna attached it to a hook above her head and wrapped it there. She pulled the remaining rope to a further hook against the wall. Morigana assumed this was so they could easily let the rope out or pull it taught.

  The Lord stood then, and walked over to the two women. Arianna stepped back, bowing, to allow him to inspect what she had done. Morigana was suspended just enough that only the tips of her heels touched the ground. Her long black dress that she'd worn fleeing still was intact, though the corset she'd been so careful to fit into nearly overflowed now. And without her magic, she was helpless for anything that the two desired.

  He very slowly walked in a circle around her, once again as if committing her to memory. He nodded once to Arianna.

  “Humiliate her.”

  Morigana's eyes went wide. “What do you mean, what sort of torture..” With that, a rag was stuffed deep into her mouth. She couldn't speak, she could only breathe. The Lord settled back into his chair to once again watch the proceedings.

  Arianna moved behind her and began to fumble with her corset. Quickly enough she fig
ured out how to unlace the bodice, and she pulled each and every string out through it's hole. Finished, she lowered the corset from Morigana's body, her heavy breasts falling forward. Arianna's hands were quick to catch them from behind.

  She chuckled softly behind the other woman. “What's wrong sorceress? Don't like another woman touching you?” Morigana struggled against the chains, trying to speak through the gag, but unable to.

  Arianna walked to her front and released the breasts so that she could examine them more closely. Lord Blackwell seemed content to let her do as she desired.

  “Mmm, they're so nice and big. And these perfect pink nipples. Tell me, how can someone as horrible and as evil as you still have such perfection under her dress?” She leaned forward then and put her tongue against her right nipple, slowly teasing it forward. Morigana tried to jerk away, but Ariana slapped her other breast. “Stop that now. You are mine to enjoy.”