The Only Girl in the World, Part 1
Pairing: Corrupted dark! Stephen Strange x apprentice black reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 6,354 words
Plot: An apprentice seeks out Stephen Strange on a dead world so that he can help her save theirs. But what will happen to her when she discovers that he’s been corrupted by the Darkhold? And will she survive the encounter?
Warnings: Dead dove do not eat. For 18+ readers, this fic contains dark subjects. Swearing, corruption, continual body horror, violence, kidnapping, graphic rape/non-con sex, threat of possession, threat of rape, humiliation and degradation, loss of bodily autonomy, disassociation, dark magic. Please heed the warnings and do not read if this triggers you.
Notes: This is a revised version of a fic I wrote years ago.
This is based in the Multiverse of Madness universe, though it is canon divergent. Also known as 'can I make Stephen worse than Wanda?' I saw the souls of the damned and immediately had thots. As always, a blend of film and comics.
More than a day had passed. Much too long for her teacher to have remained away. A friend had relayed the horrible news in hushed tones— Kamar-Taj had been breached. Many were dead and even more injured, all by the hand of a woman once considered a hero.
Everyone needed her help- Wong, the child from another world. If they were still alive. She couldn’t guard the Sanctum against her enemies, she was still much too inexperienced.
She trawled the books in the forbidden section. Wong wasn’t there to tell her no, and she thought that he would make a rare exception in this case. She couldn’t ride the eddies of magic through the multiverse, but she could adhere a spell to her teacher, the former Sorcerer Supreme.
She sat at a desk in the library, a stack of books in front of her. A ball of fur rubbed itself against her hand. She peered underneath the table.
“Hullo Morrigan, you silly old thing.” Gold and green eyes peered up at her. She mreowed softly in greeting. She wasn't sure what Morrigan really was, but she pretended to be a Russian Blue and it suited them both.
The apprentice stroked her soft grey fur as she purred contentedly. “Stephen’s missing and Wong’s in danger. I think that it’s up to me to save the day.”
Morrigan looked at her in concern. The apprentice tilted her head, her lips pursing. “Yeah, I’m not happy about it either.”
She stood and moved into Stephen’s study, Morrigan padding behind, meowing her concerns. Sitting in his worn out armchair, she opened her book. It was odd being in his space without him bustling around. It felt as though she were doing something too intimate.
She wove her spell using his favourite teacup, still filled with the dredges of tea leaves. This would do. Part location spell, part attachment spell. She called on the Vishanti to assist her in finding their champion.
The cup wobbled and jerked around in the air before splitting. The shattered remnants remained frozen for only a moment, transforming into the outline of a stern face.
“The path is dangerous, mortal. You may not return. Are you sure that you still seek our champion?”
The voice was deep and sounded from every corner of the room. Even the creatures that lurked in the shadows skittered away.
She bowed in the presence of Agamotto. “Yes, Great Teacher, I must. For the sake of our universe.”
“Then it will be done.” The cup pieces clattered to the floor. A rip in space opened in front of her, lighting the way forward.
She looked at her pet, knowing that she could understand her perfectly. “Take care of the Sanctum while I’m gone, Morrigan. Don’t let anyone in.”
She nodded and rubbed her head against her legs.
She smiled softly. “Love you too, girl.”
The apprentice grabbed a few magical weapons and looked around the warmly-lit Sanctum, her home. She shut her eyes and gathered her strength. She would find him and help him to save the day, that was her duty.
———
The sky was a dark, tumultuous grey. She looked in horror at the scene around her. Everything was awry, with buildings and streets leading towards nothingness, perched at odd angles. This universe was collapsing in on itself, the very fabric of creation unraveling. She stifled a sob as she looked at everything slowly disintegrating into an inky haze of nothingness above.
“By the hoary hosts,” she whispered. “Gods, please keep me safe.”
There were no people, no animals, no creatures to fill the space. She hoped for their sake that they were dead. Anything else was too horrific to imagine.
She walked down the street carefully, trying to decide what to do— what Stephen would do. Bands of lights flashed around the roads as she walked. The memory of the vehicles that once drove these streets. Or perhaps they’re people trapped within the layers of a decaying realm, unable to stop, unable to rest, she thought darkly.
She walked towards where the Sanctum should be, though the geography of this world was less secure. Stephen would have gone there, attempting to use the magic within the Sanctum to come home. She felt sure of it, it seemed the most practical solution.
It was eerily silent. A New York without any sounds of the city. All she could hear was the quiet lapping of the waves. The Brooklyn Bridge rose in front of her, blackened and wrenched apart like a decaying corpse.
She shouldn’t be this close to the water.
She walked through brackish, pungent sea. She thought vaguely that this would destroy her leather boots. The Sanctum emerged from the fog, a house of horrors. There was nothing surrounding it, only a sinister emptiness.
Everything within her shouted to return home and never look back. Her steps faltered. She balled her hands into fists and wiped the tears from her eyes. She had to save him, it was the only way to save everyone else.
She walked up to the house, noticing something on the spiked fence. No- someone. Her breath left her. She ran towards the iron gates, so unlike the openness of her own Sanctum.
She cried when she saw him clearly. Her sorcerer, her teacher, impaled on the gates. A sharpened spike rose from his ruined chest. His body was already decaying, rising in the same inky mist. She was too late.
“Oh Stephen, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” She stopped her hushed apology, looking closer. The corpse had three sightless eyes. It looked older than her sorcerer. The clothes were different, the hair and beard unkempt. This wasn’t Stephen from her realm.
Her tears began to fall again, this time in relief. There was still a chance.
She looked up at the Sanctum, so forlorn in its solitude. The cheerful white stone and red brick of her world was the same miserable grey as everything else in this hellscape. She couldn’t see the dark figure in the window above looking back at her.
She walked to the door, hesitating. Instead of the warm, sturdy oak she was used to, it was instead two imposing, ornate doors. The iron doorknockers were grotesque demons.
She looked back at the variant’s corpse. She knew in her bones that this Strange was involved in something forbidden. Did he cause this? And if he was dead, where was her Strange?
She pushed open the doors, shoving against them with her shoulder. Water poured down the stairs, pooling on the ground below.
The doors swung open.
The Sanctum was an empty shell. The calming warmth of the foyer was gone. There was only a terrible, unending grey sea. She wondered if this was the Hudson, slowly pushing inland. The home’s grand staircase rose into a thick fog, obscuring where the next floor began, if there was another floor.
She took the axe from her holster and gripped it tightly, trying to find comfort in the sigil-covered handle. Even if she were still a novice, she could fight her way through trouble.
She began her ascent, praying to all the gods that she would leave this dreadful house soon.
———
This was Stephen’s study, or a version of it. Broken instruments littered the floor. She peered around cautiously. No creatures moved through the shadows, there was no steady thrum of magic underneath the hushed movements of apprentices and other sorcerers. It was as silent as a crypt.
The decay was worse here. The large glass window with the Vishanti’s symbol was cracked and broken. Is this where the variant was pushed? The apprentice couldn’t see the hellscape outside, only a swirling void that beckoned her near. She quickly turned away.
“Stephen?” she whispered urgently as she moved to a small corner staircase. She raised her voice slightly. “Strange!”
She shrieked when a shadowed figure appeared on the stairs. She raised her axe in a way she hoped was menacing.
“Kid?” Stephen floated down, his trusty cloak still around his shoulders. She lowered the weapon as a smile spread on her face.
“Stephen!” She ignored her usual formality, throwing her arms around him as she hugged him tightly. “I thought- I thought the worst. I’m so glad you’re alright.”
He held her carefully, rubbing her back. “I’m fine. I had a run-in with myself, we didn’t see eye to eye.”
She shuddered, thinking about the corpse outside. She stepped away from him, looking him over. He had a few cuts and bruises, but nothing too worrying.
“We need to leave immediately. Wanda has Wong and the child. They’re in danger. Kamar-Taj has fallen-”
“I know, I was there when it happened.”
She looked at him in sorrow, to have witnessed such horrors must have been harrowing. “I’m so sorry. The Vishanti have granted us passage back to our universe, they led me here to you. We have to hurry, there might be other dangers lurking here.”
“Don’t worry, my apprentice. We’re quite alone here.”
She looked at him with growing concern. “How can you be so sure, Doctor?”
He gazed at her with amused eyes. He usually only looked at her like that when she missed something obvious.
“I’ve killed the only two people left in this world.”
She gripped the axe tightly, her eyes never leaving his. There was only one body. “What do you mean, two? Were there two versions of you?”
He moved past her, looking out at the void. He stood in front of the window, his back turned.
“Christine. She followed me here.”
Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. “C-Christine? But you just went to her wedding!”
“No, no, that Christine is fine. This was a Christine from another universe. She helped me to understand something.” His deep voice was cold.
This was wrong, completely wrong. This couldn’t be her sorcerer. He wouldn't do that. She slowly moved back towards the main stairs, a spell dancing around her fingertips. “And what was that?”
He turned around, his face calm. “She made me realise that regardless of the universe, I can’t change. I remain unhappy and lonely. But worst of all, I'm not a good man. My presence always brings pain.”
The apprentice looked at him fearfully. He was holding an old book. She could feel the darkness emanating from its pages.
She frowned at him. “What the hell is that thing? Wh-what’s wrong with your hands, Stephen?”
He held it up. “Oh, this? This was my way out of this universe. It’s called the Darkhold. This is what Wanda was using to reach her fictional children.” He looked at his hands. “The other me said that using this book exacts a terrible price.”
She winced. Is that why he killed him? “Tell me that you didn’t use it.”
“I had to! It was the only way to get back to our world, to save the girl!” He stumbled towards her, his face a mask of pain. “I tried to save America, I tried. She was a good kid.”
She moved back with her hands held out in front of her, unsure whether it was to soothe him or keep him away. She spoke in a careful, placating tone. “It wasn’t your fault, Wanda was unhinged.”
He laughed, the sound brittle. “That’s where you’re wrong. I took America’s power. She couldn’t harness it. I had to kill her. And then I killed Wanda for putting me in that position.”
“And Wong?” she asked quietly, trying not to cry for her other teacher, for a lost child.
Stephen looked scandalised. “I would never hurt Wong. He’s simply- indisposed at the moment. For his own good. I need to become Sorcerer Supreme again. It was foretold by the Ancient One.”
He smiled and it was unnatural, calculated. His eyes flashed violet so quickly that she couldn’t be sure that she saw it. “When I gain enough power, I’ll be able to make things right. I’ll show the world that I can be better than my other selves. Where they were weak, I’ll be strong, I’ll be in control.”
The apprentice gestured wildly, her voice rising. “Listen to yourself, this is insanity! You’ve killed people, that goes against everything you stand for!” Her eyes flickered once more to his hands. “It’s the book, Stephen, it’s affecting you somehow. Please, put it down.”
“Only if you stop whatever spell you’re casting.” He looked at her pointedly, his large brows drawn over cold eyes. For the first time he looked cruel. It was now or never.
“Munnopor, confound his sight!” she cried, casting her spell. The broken room became filled with a golden mist.
She ran down the impossible stairs as Stephen’s snarling voice surrounded her, calling her name. She didn’t look back, didn’t stop moving.
Her breaths were ragged as she reached the heavy doors. She threw them open and tried not to look at the corpse of the other Stephen.
Until it moved.
Her steps became heavy. She felt frozen in place as she watched the body turn towards her. This broke every rule of magic. This was a desecration.
Cloudy, unseeing eyes stared at her. The corpse tried to claw its way off the spiked fence. Its laugh rattled in its rotting throat, thick and heavy with decay. She felt sick at the sound.
“Did you really think that you could escape me so easily, my apprentice?”
With a yell, she swung her axe over the body, decapitating the other Stephen. His head rolled towards her, leaving a dark trail of effluence. It was still laughing as it stilled.
She felt a sudden chill run down her back, as though someone was running a finger across her skin. She turned slowly, fear coursing painfully through her body.
They latched onto her before she could see them. The damned souls from Stephen’s book jeered and mocked her tears as they held fast. She screamed and kicked as they dragged her back into the Sanctum. She clawed at the wet ground helplessly, gaining no traction in the slippery mud. She watched as her escape route vanished with the slam of the doors.
She was trapped.
The spirits wrenched her back to Stephen, each sharp jolt up the stairs painful. They placed her in front of the window, holding her body still. Their touch chilled her soul.
“Hello again. While I’m proud of your improving spellcraft, I am very displeased that you chose to use it on me.”
“Stephen, please, don’t hurt me.” Her voice was small and hoarse from screaming.
He watched her from a glowing casting circle, his expression soft. It filled her with revulsion. “My dear, I wouldn’t harm you.”
He opened the Darkhold and brought forth sickly red orbs. She could faintly hear her own voice, happy and laughing. “I’ve viewed countless other universes, and in some of them we’re together. We’re happy.”
He drifted towards her. “I’ve already attained power. But I tire of being alone, of putting the world above my needs. I crave love. You would make the perfect companion, I see that now.”
“Stephen, that book is affecting your mind. Let me and Wong help you!” She struggled, but the spirits scraped their claws against her skin. She sobbed in pain.
He stood in front of her as dark shadows grew across his stark features. Blackened hands caressed her face. “Be mine, my dear. The things I can teach you. We can reshape the world, do such good things.”
A third eye appeared on his forehead. She bit back a scream. He kissed her roughly, his touch hungry. Tears rolled down her face.
When he finished, he smiled at her with half-lidded eyes. “You taste so sweet. Can’t you feel that there’s something between us?”
The apprentice shook her head, not looking at him. “We’re teacher and apprentice, Stephen. That’s allthat we are. I just want to go home, don’t do this.”
His smile was lecherous. “Fine, my dear. If you want to abide by such strict roles. It is tradition that you bow before me.”
She looked up sharply. “What? We’re equals, that’s what you’ve always said.” The old Strange knew this, he would have never made such a demand.
His smile twisted into something almost resembling fondness. “That’s my girl, such a dutiful student. You’re exactly what I need.”
He reached into his bag and pulled out a small, dark phial. He removed the stopper. The cloying smell of honey surrounded her. “Here, drink this. It will heal your injuries.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. Who knew what was in that thing?
Frustration clouded his features. “Don’t force me to make you drink it, that will be much worse for you.”
“Stephen, please.” Her voice was a forlorn whisper. “I wanted to save you.”
He chuckled softly, stroking her wet cheek. “And you have, my dear. You will make a fine sorcerer, and a wonderful companion.”
A spirit forced her head back. Stephen held her face, keeping her mouth open. He poured the liquid down her throat, smiling contentedly as she coughed and sputtered.
“See, not so bad. I’m sorry that my bedside manner isn’t up to my usual standards, but needs must. I’m going to let you down now.”
She looked at him with suspicion. “Aren’t you afraid that I’m going to cast another spell, or run away again?”
He laughed as the spirits vanished, dropping her heavily to the ground. “Not at all.”
She stood up, readying herself to flee. But the room became unsteady as she stumbled. She tried to move, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. She dropped to the floor.
“Y-you poisoned me,” she slurred accusingly.
“This is all for your own good. Now, my dear, it’s time to rest.”
————
She awakened with a start, looking around wildly. She was back in her own bed, in the Sanctum. The room was filled with candle light, had she lit those and fallen asleep? It was early evening judging by the last vestiges of sunlight decorating the floor.
The city roared with life outside, an open window allowing her to hear every car horn, argument and conservation. It was beautiful. She laid back down, staring at the ornately patterned ceiling. Had that really all been a terrible nightmare?
Hunger suddenly gnawed at her. When did she last eat? She sat up with a yawn, swinging her legs around to get out of bed. She wondered if that new Thai place was open yet-
Her thoughts were interrupted by a small shock. She couldn’t put her feet on the floor. She rushed to the other side, only to be met with the same resistance. Her shoulders sagged. It hadn’t just been a terrible dream.
She kicked out in frustration, but it felt like pushing against the air itself. An invisible, immovable force kept her exactly where he wanted.
She screamed in rage and despair. Her sanctuary had fallen, and she was alone.
Stephen knocked before opening her bedroom door. “How are you doing, my dear? I’m glad that you were able to sleep.”
“What did you give me.” Her voice only wavered slightly. She was in no mood for false pleasantries.
“Exactly what I told you. A remedy for your injuries. Coupled with a sedative. You were very emotional earlier.”
The apprentice clenched her jaw. Stephen smiled serenely at her barely contained anger. He moved to her side, stroking her thigh tenderly. She pulled away and moved to the other side of the large bed, far away from his sullied hands.
“Come back to me, darling.” His eyes bore into hers and she found herself moving towards him, her limbs jerking like a marionette.
She felt ill as he grinned boyishly at her, as though he had accomplished a marvellous prank. “What have you done to me?”
“Just a simple biophysical telekinesis spell. I control your body when I need to, to stop you from doing anything unwise. The Book of the Damned allows me to use it in perpetuity without squandering energy.” He ignored her horrified gasp.
“You will still have control of your body, to an extent, but you will have to ask for permission to move around my Sanctum until I can trust you, you understand.” He scoffed at himself. “Of course you do, you’re my brightest student.”
“Don’t do this, you know that you can trust me. We’re- we’re friends.” You tried to sound convincing.
He patted her thigh. “I know. However, as your Sorcerer Supreme, I must insist. Now, remove your clothes for me.”
She whimpered as her body moved on its own, her movements more steady. Her hands removed her leather belt holster. Her shoulder holster was already gone, as were all her weapons. All hidden away, no doubt.
She unzipped her prairie dress, the cheerful floral embroidery on the hem ruined and grey from the other universe. She revealed her simple underwear, patterned with a sweet print. She watched with disgust as Stephen’s breath hitched.
Her hands continued to move, unhooking her bra. “Doctor, please, you can end this, I don’t want this.” Her voice was a scared whisper.
“You don’t know what you want, my apprentice. That’s why I’m here to guide you,” he added gently. She wanted nothing more than to hit him with her missing axe.
Her body jerked forward, propelling her onto her knees. She pulled down her underwear, revealing her mound. She looked away, her face hot with embarrassment and shame.
“My dear, you are truly exceptional.”
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath as her hands made quick work of her socks. Her body laid back down on the bed.
“Spread your legs,” he said with a wolfish smile. “I promise that you’ll enjoy it.”
The apprentice’s legs spread without hesitation. It was awful not being able to control her own limbs. No matter how much she tried to resist, they followed Strange’s whim.
“I want to see you touch herself.”
Her hand fell into its regular rhythm, dipping into her folds before stroking her clit.
“Stephen, please! I can’t-” she fell silent. She never wanted to be in this position with the man she, until recently, considered a trusted mentor.
His smile darkened, his eyes predatory. They were a bright violet, she could see that now. “Oh, darling. You need me, don’t you?”
His mocking tone rang in her ears.
He nipped playfully at her neck, soothing the bites with his tongue. It made her skin crawl. He kissed her collarbone, making a path towards her breasts. He sucked her nipples, moaning in delight as they hardened beneath his ministrations.
She wanted to kick and flail, anything to remove him. Screaming and yelling wouldn’t help. It was New York, those noises were part of the soundscape. And who would ever rush to the door of the man who’d saved the entire universe?
“Stephen, you have to fight this, whatever is in that book is corrupting you! Doctor, please, this isn’t you, you’re a good man, you’re good! Stop, oh gods, please.” She started to become hysterical as her pleas fell on deaf ears.
His fingers explored her cunt, travelling slowly across her folds before stroking her clit. He watched with a singular intensity as his fingers entered her slowly. His droll voice was deadly.
“My dear, I may do good things, but I have never been a good man.”
If Stephen was still in there, he was as trapped as she was. She closed her eyes to stop her tears. Perhaps when she opened them again, this nightmare would end for them both.
He fucked her with his fingers as he lavished attention on her breasts and neck. She felt disgusted at the sweet nothings that he spoke like prayers to the gods, but her accursed body responded to his invasion.
She hoped that this was a part of the spell, that there was still something that belonged to her. Her breath quickened as a heat built in her core. She couldn’t hold in her whimpers, which pleased him greatly.
“My attention has you so wet.” He sounded proud of his handiwork. “I told you that I would bring you pleasure. I want to hear more of those beautiful sounds fall from your lips.”
She could feel his dick stir as he held her. His shaft strained against his dark trousers as his fingers quickened. She willed herself to fight the fire that was searing every nerve as it travelled painfully to her filled cunt.
The sound of her body’s misuse filled the room, along with her soft pleas to stop. It was unfair that she couldn’t hide away at this moment. She could see in his eyes that he knew he’d won.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rippling through her frame, an invasive incantation. She felt betrayed by her own body as it heeded his words, coming with a high moan around his fingers.
“You’re so lovely when you come, I should have fucked you so much earlier, my apprentice.”
She sobbed as he raised his fingers to his lips, greedily tasting her. He groaned as he tasted her spend.
“You are so exquisite. I need more. Don’t worry, you don’t have to move.” He chuckled as he moved between her legs, that damnable third eye reappearing to watch her, to bore into her spirit.
She couldn’t move to fight him off, and was forced to accept every debasing act. It was humiliating that she had to hear every carnal, sloppy sound that he forced from her body. It was arousal without pleasure, reminding her that she was an organic machine that could be altered and manipulated at will.
Her world shrunk as she tried to focus on the world outside. She wasn't here. She was with friends in Alphabet City, grabbing a drink and sharing dinner at her favourite Ethiopian place. She was safe with them. She tried to picture every detail of the restaurant, the old wooden tables over cracked linoleum, the friendly staff, the tinny music from the radio that always made her dance in her seat.
I’m not here, I’m not here, I’m not here.
His tongue lapped at her folds, collecting every drop. He sucked her clit determinedly until he wrung out a whimper. He fucked her with his tongue like a starved animal, his eyes unfocussed as he moaned into her cunt. Not being able to move made it worse, the tension in her limbs building to a painful crescendo. It hurt when she came with a wincing shudder, stopping her attempt to pretend that this wasn’t happening.
She wished that he had respected her enough to kill her in that lost, broken realm. Anything but this.
He finally removed his mouth from her cunt, looking contentedly at her swollen, gleaming lips. “You’re so beautiful, you’ve already made me happier than I ever thought I could be.”
“Please, stop this madness, Stephen,” she pleaded brokenly. “I don’t blame you, I just want you to stop, please.”
His rough hand gently smoothed her hair. He kissed her and she tasted her ill-gotten arousal on his tongue. “I won’t listen to a word you say until you bow, dearest. Rules must be followed.”
She swallowed heavily, shutting her eyes. She listened to a child laughing on the street below. She opened her eyes and Stephen was there above her, a blurry figure as her eyes watered.
“Stephen, I’m begging you. Please, stop hurting me.”
He groaned in bliss. “My dear, how can I stop when your begging makes my cock hard?”
He removed his clothes quickly, showing off his strong body and scarred arms. She watched in horror as he stroked his cock, hungrily watching her. She wasn't inexperienced. Though always studious, she’d had plenty of sex and done some wild things, but always with the ability to say no, to stop.
“Stephen, don’t- ah!” She cried out as he slapped her clit, her cunt throbbing with the harsh impact. Her eyes prickled with the heat of tears that could no longer fall. Her skin felt itchy and raw. If she’d been able to, she would have clawed at her skin until she bled, anything to make her repulsive to him.
Hate grew in her heart. If only he had died instead of America.
“Bow, apprentice,” he warned, dark magic oozing around his hand. “Do not anger me.”
“Doctor, don’t do something you’ll regret.”
He laughed uproariously. He rarely laughed so loudly, and the sound brought no comfort. “Why would I regret taking what’s mine? And now, another lesson, my impertinent apprentice.”
The apprentice rose in the air, her limbs limp like a doll.
“It is a courtesy to bow to the Sorcerer Supreme. It shows that you understand that you are nothing at the start of your journey. It shows that you understand that you are there to be moulded into something new. I will break you and refashion you into my ideal companion. Now-” he made a gesture, spinning her body around. “Bow.”
She fell back to the bed, her limbs forced downward as she prostrated herself. She glimpsed her small desk before her head was pushed down by magic, causing her to panic, her breaths rushed and shallow. She was bent over and could no longer make the smallest movement. She couldn’t see him, only her comforter. Her lips trembled as she felt him behind her, holding her hips.
Not here not here not here not here—
He held her close as he slowly pushed through her folds. His moan sliced through her, sharp as any knife. “So tight and wet for me, my love!” he grunted.
He kissed her back before he began to fuck her roughly. She wasn't given time to adjust to his girth and cried with every deep thrust. He used her already abused hole to chase his pleasure, murmuring obscenities into her ear.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock. You love how good this feels, I know you do.”
Something in her broke, something important. She didn’t think that she could ever get it back.
He adjusted her frozen body so that he could fuck her even deeper, shoving her head and shoulders down into the bed and curving her back so that her ass pushed up further. Her soreness quickly transformed into sharp pain, but he didn’t care.
He goaded her with each thrust. She was nothing but a vessel for him to fill, with his genius, with his seed. She was lucky to be chosen as his future bride and confidant, didn’t she see that?
She thought listlessly about a photo on the wall, one during a happier time with Morrigan in her arms.
Is she okay, did he hurt her?
Stephen turned her over, placing the apprentice on her back. “Smile for me, sweet girl.”
Her mouth expanded into a bright, unnatural grin. It contrasted oddly with her red, glistening eyes and raised, knotted brow.
“See, my dear, don’t you feel better already? What do you say when you’re fucked so well?” Stephen placed her legs on his shoulders and set a brutal pace. Her smile remained fixed even as she shut her eyes. He slapped her breasts in warning.
“I would prefer if you didn’t force me to keep your eyes open, it would be very unpleasant for you and I want to keep your body in proper working condition. Now, dear apprentice, do as I ask or I may lose my temper.”
She wouldn’t say what she knew he wanted. She wouldn’t thank him for violating her.
His hand was around her throat in an instant, gripping it tightly. She panicked, unable to fight him off.
“Do not cross me, apprentice!” he snarled, his eyes darkening. He watched coldly as her body spasmed, her eyes bulging.
She kept quiet, hoping that he would simply kill her. But she couldn’t hold out. She cursed her weakness, her primal need to survive. She gave in.
“Thank you, Doctor,” she wheezed. Stephen released her and nuzzled into her neck as she coughed painfully, her body unable to curve into the racking spasms.
“Say it again, my love,” he said quietly.
She sobbed her thank yous over and over again, each word like acid on her tongue as he claimed her body. He watched her languorously, his lids heavy as he delighted in how desperate she looked when he choked her, how easily her cunt allowed him back in.
Her eyes stung and her mouth ached with the rictus grin still plastered on. She wheezed and sniffled, unable to wipe her nose. Everything hurt and her heart was broken. She wanted to hold Morrigan and cry and wail until this dreadful night poured from her body. But she knew now that this would only be one of many nights from now on. He controlled her body and he would never relinquish it. How long could she hold out? How long could she remain herself? She was trained to fortify her mind and body, to hold strong in the face of evil. But this was evil of a different sort.
Think! You need to think of a way out!
Stephen groaned in her ear, his breath hot on her skin. His painful rhythm became uncontrolled. “So close, my dear, your cunt feels so good around my cock. Perhaps I’ll use you like this while you slumber. I’ll make sure that you don’t wake. What lovely sounds would you make in your sleep, I wonder.”
She couldn’t stop her shiver, but it seemed to amuse him. His soft chuckle filled her with loathing.
He pulled out and stroked his dick over her face. She tried to shake her head, appalled.
“Please, Doctor, don’t.”
“It’s still such a turn on when you beg, apprentice.” Stephen’s mouth tightened as he concentrated. He held her head up, grunting as his orgasm roared through him.
She shut her eyes as he came on her face, his spend falling hot and fast on her skin. One more humiliation in a day filled with them. He moaned her name as he came on her breasts, loving the contrast of pearlescent come on her skin.
He wiped his erection across her face, a lazy smile on his lips. He gathered his spunk from her skin and shoved his fingers into her mouth, making her swallow. She almost gagged as his fingers pushed deep in her mouth.
“We’ll have to work on that gag reflex, my love.”
He kissed her sloppily, forcing her to reciprocate. He moaned as their tongues met and he tasted himself on her. He licked his come off her face as he rested on top of her. She felt disgusting, the evidence of his cruelty smeared between them, his softening dick rubbing on her thigh.
She drifted into an inner space where he couldn’t touch her, where she was safe. Meditation would act as a brief respite. She didn’t hear what he murmured to her.
“Next time I’ll try your other orifices. Your tongue will feel like the Vishanti blessed it themselves, I am certain of it. Or perhaps I should experience the ecstasy of your asshole. I’m sure that I could devise a spell that allows me to do both simultaneously.”
He fell silent, deep in thought. “Hm. I could summon a host of creatures and watch them defile you one by one or all at once. Or allow you to become possessed and see what debasements you enact. How invigorating it would be to see my reserved pupil made into a wanton little whore for any fiend and beast that wanted you, until you were left swollen and gaping, begging me to save you. How I’d happily be your saviour, my pretty apprentice.”
He looked at her softly before holding her to his breast, cuddling her tightly.
She stared at nothing as he made a low noise of contentment. “You’ve made me so happy already. I’m sorry for ignoring you all these years while I pined for Christine. I was foolish. I should have seen what was right in front of me. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
She said nothing, her mind blank. She knew that there was no one who could save her, no god that would bring aid or comfort. She was alone with her captor, forever.
He kissed the top of her head, rubbing the expanse of her back. “You will make the perfect companion. In time you will wonder why you ever wanted anything else.”
Stephen gently led her to her bathroom, bathing her and letting her piss, though he watched her like a hawk. She wasn’t sure if this humiliation turned him on as well. He chatted about inconsequential mundanities as he brought her back to bed and bundled her beneath the sheets, ignoring her shivers. After cleaning himself up and snuffing out the candles, he climbed in behind her. He smiled into her hair as he spooned her, shutting his eyes as his arm draped around her stomach.
Her body burned with pain and adrenaline, her heart felt as though it would burst. Her stomach clenched as she tried not to dry heave. She had control of her limbs again, but she still couldn’t escape. Her body felt like a foreign, unclean thing. She tried not to think about what the morning would bring. What would happen once he started to come inside her. She couldn’t be impregnated by this man, it would break her.
His sleep-filled voice interrupted her panic, as though he could hear her thoughts. “I’ll always know what’s best for you, my darling apprentice. Now, you must rest. Tomorrow will bring many more wondrous lessons. Now, say goodnight and that you love me.”
The words were pulled from her, strained and unnatural. ”Goodnight, Stephen. I love you.”
”I love you, too, my darling girl.”
She waited with wide eyes until she could hear the rumble of his snores. Only then did she curl into a ball and softly cry herself to sleep.
