Twisted and Dark

A blind slave is made to become a toy for her master. He claims to manipulate her until she loves him.

In the shadows of a fantasy medieval city, where the elites hold sway, lies a bustling marketplace teeming with forbidden delicacies. Exotic foods and pelts of distant lands. Aged wines corked from bygone cities.

The most prominent trade in this city was the buying and selling of slaves. A worldwide norm. Among those strolling through the market to select their next laborers was a blonde man with flowing locks, a defined jawline, and impeccably sculpted muscles. The duke of this city, Michael Casting, watched the bids and perused the market every weekend, seeking a soul that captivated him. Today’s biddings had an orc man, a night elf woman, and a large human man.

Unenthralled by the choices, he ventured into a dimly lit chamber adorned with ornate cages, greeted by a shadowy trader. “Esteemed Duke,” the enigmatic man whispered, his voice dripping with intrigue. “I bring forth treasures beyond compare for your discerning eye.”

Duke Casting raised a skeptical brow but gestured for the man to proceed, his curiosity piqued but hopes low. The man walked the duke through sorrowful eyes behind cages, trying to make a sale. But there was a set of eyes without sorrow. Without light. Unable to reach the world. A woman stared off with pale eyes and hair like mud over her face.

Duke Casting grabbed the man guiding him around. “Tell me about this one.”

“That one. She’s no good. Blind as a bat. Useless. I plan to sell her for parts.”

“Useless is a word for the uninspired. How much coin?” Casting asked, unable to mask his wanting.

Concerned about selling the duke such a creature, the seller replied, “You’ll find a myriad of women to suit your preferences. We have elegant elves and elusive wood elves—”

“How much?” Casting asked irritably.

“F-Feel free to take her without any cost at all.”

The woman without sight, Pan, was placed in the duke’s estate and was led into a bath house with smells she never thought so wonderful. She had been a beggar for years before being snatched up, always a life of dirt and grime. Now her mood was being swayed by the air she breathed.

But she didn’t breathe it for long as she was cleaned thoroughly by hot water heated by fire stones, being scrubbed of years of filth, her flesh becoming pink for a while like a baby. Her skin was soft and bouncy.

Afterward, she was slapped into a chair and her hair was wetted and trimmed by a gifted hairdresser. Following that, her hair was shampooed and combed, turning her mud-brown hair into shining chestnut.

Pan remained quiet as she was fitted for clothing like she was a doll. A magical tailor wove Pan fine, comfortable clothing within minutes while another woman did her makeup. Pan became proper, feeling beauty long hidden beneath fatigue and poverty.

“Fortune favored you, being taken in by Duke Casting,” a maid murmured, fixing even the smallest blemish of Pan’s image. “The duke is known for rewarding loyalty across the realm and treating his slaves well. But beware his kind mask…”

That evening under the blue sky, Casting was sword training with a well-known master, clashing swings with speed and grace. A maid emerged and for a split second, he took his eyes off his opponent, nearly clipped in the nose. But Casting twisted out of the way and sheathed his blade.

“Our time has ended. My new servant seems to be ready.” He handed off his sword to a nearby guard and left the courtyard. Michael went to his conference where the blind woman sat. He saw the back of her head, her hair shining. “Leave us,” he said to the maid handling Pan.

The doors were closed and locked. Duke Casting circled the chair, revealing the beautiful face of the blind woman. He grinned, his instincts about gorgeous women never failing. He pushed away the hair covering some of her face, and she jumped in fright.

“What is your name?” Casting asked in a smooth voice.

“Pan.”

“Simple and motherly,” he muttered. “Are you scared, Pan?”

“No.”

“I imagine you’ve battled fiercer storms than many have ever seen. How did the luxuries treat you?”

After contemplation, Pan responded, “I felt as though I stepped into a realm of dreams.”

“It was no dream, dear Pan.” Casting circled behind Pan, his touch strong on her shoulders. “You could enjoy this splendor daily until your last breath.”

“Such a dream isn’t without a catch.”

“I don’t plan for you to do mundane labor. With the emblem of my bloodline seared into your skin, I’ll protect you from any danger. Naturally, you’ll be magically bound to follow my orders with futile resistance. All I want you to do is to please me whenever I wish. A mistress. How does that sound?”

“Whether I agree or not is void,” Pan said sadly. “My free will is long abandoned.”

Casting produced a handsome and victorious grin that even Pan could sense. “You’ll come to crave whatever I give you, dear Pan. When that day arrives, I’ll discard the brand and grant you freedom.”

Afterward, Pan was branded on her back with the heat of an enchanted fire mixed with Michael’s blood. It painfully seared her skin, inducing harsh screams, then healed almost immediately as blue energy danced along her flesh.

Pan perched delicately on the edge of her ornate bed, the fabric of her silk dress cascading down her shoulders. Across from her, Casting lounged gracefully, a goblet of crimson wine in hand, his gaze fixed intently on her every move. Pan’s ethereal beauty filled the room, her pale eyes ironically a sight to behold.

The man with flowing golden locks was unable to contain his desire any longer. With a swift motion, he stepped forward to assist his alluring companion, his fingers deftly removing the layers of fabric that veiled her exquisite form. As the dress fell away, it unveiled Pan’s slender frame, bathed in moonlight streaming through the window.

A shiver ran through Pan as she felt the cool air caress her skin, prompting an instinctive reaction to shield her modesty. Her hands moved to protect her pert breasts and her unbroken intimate core.

“Don’t be so coy. Move your hands.”

Pan’s limbs moved independently, revealing her delicate and vulnerable parts. The ominous symbol on her skin dictated unwanted motion like a marionette under Casting’s words. With unwavering authority, Casting’s seductive voice coaxed her on all fours, a cold steel collar leashing her to the wall. With a predatory gleam in his gaze, Casting positioned himself behind Pan, his eyes fixated on the alluring silhouette of her form.

Reaching out, he caressed his brand on her back, and she flinched. “Does it hurt?”

“No, master,” Pan said reluctantly.

“Calling me master is unnecessary. Casting or Michael will do.” Without warning, he penetrated his slave, breaking her hymen and striking her cervix. A whimper escaped Pan’s lips as she felt him stretching her to her limits. “You’ll learn to crave the exquisite agony I offer you. You’ll find pleasure in my bringing you to the edge, but never release.”

While Casting violently fucked Pan, his words reverberated through his cock, quivering her warm hole. Pan’s breaths became shallow as she cried, her body trembling under the duke’s presence, the chain tugging at her neck every few thrusts.

After what seemed an eternity, Casting thrust deep, and filled Pan with his noble seed. He withdrew, leaving Pan a fragile husk on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, tears soaking the fabric. Michael’s laughter echoed through the room, a cruel symphony as he picked up his goblet of wine and readied himself to depart.

“Your obedience is inevitable from the magic brand,” he sneered. “But I’ll shatter your resistance so thoroughly it will become obsolete. I’ll keep your leash as is and leave your bare body to be kissed by the moonlight...”

Michael sat at the table eating with his noble family: handsome brothers, dazzling cousins, beautiful sisters, and regal mother. Beside the duke was Pan eating quietly, an indentured servant dressed up and eating in the pristine dining room. Despite the quiet sounds of clinking silverware and whispers, Pan could feel a strong stare.

Michael’s older sister spoke up. “Are you going to drag that creature everywhere and muddy the environment?”

Duke Casting delicately sampled his seared dragon steak. His regal face flaked a hint of annoyance at his sister’s words. “Pan is no mere creature. She is an enchanted accessory bound by my burning blood and your regard for her should be reverent.”

“It is my concern when you lust for your accessory. You have a pick of any women and should keep the bloodline continuing. Many at this very table, myself being the best choice,” she added, snobbishly. “You squander your pure seed on a mutt for entertainment.”

“My offspring are mine to conceive as I wish. If you recognize my position, you’ll recognize that I can toss you to the streets.”

“Hold your tongues and eat your meals!” the mother screamed, demanding silence.

As the weeks went by, Pan’s role as Casting’s sexual servant became more and more ingrained. The sorrow she felt left. Her mind began to go blank during their encounters. She no longer fought against his advances or protested, instead letting her body react on its own. The moans that escaped her lips were not of pleasure, but rather a desperate plea for release.

But Duke Casting always seemed to be finished with her before she could achieve climax. It was like he knew exactly when she was about to peak, and deliberately denied her satisfaction. Pan couldn’t understand why he would do this to her until one day, while she followed him in the gardens, he revealed his true intentions.

“Do you grasp the reason why I chose you, Pan?” Casting asked, placing a tulip in her hair. “It was the emptiness within your gaze that drew me. How fragile, vulnerable, and useless you were. You needed help; I could not bear to entrust you to another. To witness another subject you to agony. Only me. When I beheld you, all I yearned for was to be your sole pillar of support. Of pain. Of pleasure. And I’ll grant you pleasure when I wish…”

On a night when Duke Casting was absent, Pan was reading an enchanted Braille book. Her mental adventure was interrupted by large footsteps down the halls. Shortly after, she could hear her door being unlocked and some mysterious large men burst in, turning on the lights.

Pan screamed for Casting before she was silenced and wrapped up in a body-sized sack by two large men. Snuck out under the guise they were transporting a sack of potatoes on a food carriage. She was tossed onto hard vegetables without a flake of delicacy.

Casting’s sister waited there under a hood; a twisted grin barely lit by a brightstone lamp. “Hope you like the woods,” she whispered. “I fancy the bears will be fed.”

Casting returned to his dwelling, seeing his suspiciously cloaked sister walk away from a food carriage as it slowly trotted off. He entered his estate, and dismounted his horse, peering up at Pan’s room. He didn’t think much of it at first, but her light was on. Then it hit him, Pan’s light was only on when he was in the room.

Casting mounted his horse and took off for the food carriage, going through the gates that were just closing post his arrival. He halted his horse at an intersection with a winny, then drew a compass from his pocket. The magical compass was attached to those he loved, and who he loved was to the east.

The carriage jolted to a stop as Duke Casting loomed before them, his eyes holding the cold determination of a reaper. “Gentlemen, it seems you’ve come across something that rightfully belongs to me.”

Panic surged through the men as muffled cries escaped the sack behind. In an instant, Casting’s sword was unsheathed, carving his assailants with a speed that rivaled lightning itself. Rummaging through the carriage, he uncovered a squirming sack that struck him repeatedly until the duke’s voice soothed the chaos

“It’s me, my love. You’re safe now,” Casting reassured her in a paternal tone.

After Casting freed Pan with his blood-covered sword, she embraced him tightly under the shimmering moonlight, tears streaming. “I was terrified,” she confessed between sobs, realizing not long ago, she had no fear of death. “I thought I had lost you forever.”

Casting sheathed his blade meticulously. “I promised to protect you. Our fates are intertwined...” He faintly smirked as he placed a tender kiss atop her head.

“I love you,” Pan whispered softly. Not just to Casting but also to herself.

In the wake of this harrowing encounter, Michael’s sister was soon whisked away to wed one of their distant uncles. Banished from the duke’s abode.

After months of devotedly tending to her master’s every desire, Pan’s longing for release was finally granted. Her arms were tightly bound behind her back with unforgiving iron bands, accentuating the swell of her breasts. A cold metal rod parted her teeth, pushing into the corner of her lips. Cruel metal cuffs stuck her ankles to her thighs making her ache on movement.

For two agonizing days, Pan had been confined in Casting’s chamber in this vulnerable state, her pussy dripping, and now she experienced the girth of his cock. She salivated as the intensity of every touch multiplied under her unique senses. Casting seized a fistful of her hair, pulling it taut.

“Tonight, Pan, you have permission to lose yourself in ecstasy,” Casting whispered huskily, his tight abs hitting her ass. His fingers traced the brand on her skin possessively. “This mark will be erased after tonight. As you will be bound to me: body, mind, and soul without magic.”

Pan felt a rush of euphoria as he spoke like a powerful wave washing over her. Love and chaos churned in her mind as she gave herself to him willingly. Her freedom would be devoted to the man who saved her life.