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Captive Curves 11 - Body and Soul... — Description

Sugar Bratt pushed Alchemica into the bedroom roughly. Alchemica fought her at every step, straining hard against the snug rope harness that bound her arms behind her back.

'You better stop wriggling baby, you're just making me horny.' The youngest Bratt sister laughed, her face creased in a victorious smile.

Alchemica glared back at her nemesis, dark green eyes narrowed in fury. Sugar just laughed again. 'Besides, we both know, you aren't getting away from me this time.' Sugar teased as she tugged gently on one of the pentacle pendants that adorned her captive's small firm breasts.

Alchemica winced, the pain of Sugar pulling, however lightly, on the pendant brought the pain of the fresh piercings rushing back. The sorceress gave Sugar another venomous glance, a stream of unintelligible words and threats flowed from beneath the panel gag Sugar had deployed to counter Alchemica's magic.

Sugar shook her head and sighed. 'You should have taken my offer, we could have been something you and I...but now...' Sugar said, genuine regret in her voice as she reached behind her and picked up a small metal orb.

'Dus'h Vk'har' as Sugar spoke the words of borrowed magic, the orb floated into the air, hovering above her outstretched hand. Small fine lines appeared on the orb's surface, widening slowly as it began to open.

A pulsing pink light peeked through the widening gaps and Alchemica felt a soft wave of arousal flow over her body, wrapping her in a warm blanket that soothed and relaxed her, working to make her less resistant to outside influence.

Beneath the soft, pleasurable sensations Alchemica detected the real threat the orb posed, the subtle compulsion that already tested her formidable will. The compulsion to obey the wielder of the orb, to obey Sugar! 'Nnmmmmphh!' Alchemica cried out in dismay as she tried to step back shaking her head in denial. The sorceress' every instinct urging her to flee, to, escape from the orb's persuasive and powerful efforts to undermine her will.

'Where do you think you're going?' Sugar asked as she took a handful of Alchemica's hair and tugged the sorceress head back. 'I told you. You aren't getting away this time so shush!' Sugar ran her eyes lustfully over Alchemica's body and nodded. 'But I see you know what this is...good. Then you know how this is going to go for you.'

Alchemica tried to shake her head; the sorceress' muffled protests took on a pleading note. Sugar's grip didn't relax. The air around the two began to fill with the sweet intoxicating scent of roses and jasmine as Sugar leaned closer to whisper into Alchemica's ear in a soft, husky voice tinged with growing excitement.

'I am going to get you all hot and bothered Alchemica. I am going to get you so turned on you will forget your name. And when you're on fire, when you have spent hours begging me to give you that one sweet release your body is craving...I am going to use this on you.' Sugar looked at the orb and then she gazed deep into Alchemica's eyes, wide now with fear and the dawning realization of just how much trouble she was in.

Sugar continued, 'I am going to look into those sweet green eyes of yours and I am going to say "Alchemica, I am going to give you what you crave and as you peak, as you experience the hottest moment of your life, you will become mine. You will be my submissive little sex kitten for ever more. Every day you will beg me to do to you anything I want to you and when I do you will love every minute of it"'

'NNmmpphh....uuu...onnnt efff whhhhhaaay effff isss!' Alchemica raged as she tugged desperately. on the ropes binding her hands. Alchemica's mind spun, the urge to flee mingling with shock and disbelief. The sorceress had escaped so many situations in her long and glorious career. Was this how it ended, defeated by Sugar Bratt, a mind fucked sex slave? No, it couldn't be! There had to be a way out of this! There had to be!!!

Sugar ignored Alchemica's efforts. She knew they were futile, there was no way out for Alchemica this time. Sugar placed the orb back on the table, then ran her free hand slowly over Alchemica's fit body with a lusty sigh.

'Gag to keep you quiet, Eros stone pentacles to increase your pleasure and help me wear you down faster, the orb to make you mine..finally! And after that all the toys and comforts a submissive little kitten could ever want. The time and money I have lavished on getting you here would make kings and queens pale with envy.' Sugar's tongue did a slow circle of Alchemica's ear. 'Don't say I never appreciated you baby...I love you.' Sugar whispered as she reached toward the table, hand fumbling for the powerful wand she intended to begin with.

'I am going to make you mine, body and soul Alchemica...all...mine'

Sugar smiled as her hand found what she sought, and she closed her fist around the wand and lifted it from the table slowly, wanting to prolong her own anticipation as much as possible. This was HER moment, it could be savoured only once and it would never come again.

'All you can do is delay the inevitable Alchemica, and that will just mean you and I both enjoy the process more.' A flick of Sugar's finger brought the wand to life. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them all traces of the good natured young woman she appeared to be were wiped away, replaced by the vulpine look of the huntress she truly was.

'So my love...shall we begin..?'

( Sugar Bratt finally has Alchemica exactly where she wants her. Is the sorceress doomed to become Sugar's submissive little plaything?)

Art by the ever hopeful "Wait till you see the Blog versions!!!" Sugar-Bratt (with some technical help from YKW) -edit -fixed issue with background

The characters Alchemica and Sugar Bratt are my OCs and may only be used with permission

Unlike other stories in the Captive Curves series, this one, while not having taken place, accurately reflects Sugar's long term plans for Alchemica Edit 2024 - as they were before the reboot