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“Wake up,” Hecate said, and Melinoe woke up and knew she had failed again. She was in bed and Hecate, framed by her torches, was standing over her. Melinoe had taken off her gorget when she went to bed. Hecate had put it back on her and her metal belt, too, and connected them with a length of silver chain, cold on her back, short enough to force her spine to arch. “You’ve let down your guard, Melinoe.”
“I’m sorry, Headmistress,” Melinoe said. She knew better than to sit up. She was embarrassed for herself, too. Her excuses were no good: Hecate’s magic was everywhere in the Crossroads, there was no reason to put wards against her allies, especially against Hecate, she didn’t think it was fair to be tested after a long night of training, she had been having a nice—dream. A dream about someone undressing her.
“Not a single ward against intruders? You’re too trusting,” Hecate said. “If Nyx and your father could not protect themselves in the House of Hades, you have no reason to expect these realms to be any safer.”
“Yes, Headmistress. I’ve been remiss with my safety.” She couldn’t move her neck much to look up at Hecate. All she could see was Hecate’s arms and robes. Usually, Hecate would release her by now or tell her to get out of bed and put the wards up. “Am I going to be punished?”
It was not completely silent outside. She could hear Odysseus asking Dora why she wasn’t haunting the inside of the tent. “I don’t know. The big hat lady told me to scram. I bet she’s getting spanked in there.” “Ah,” Odysseus said. And a low scoff from off in the distance. Nemesis. Was everyone going to be awake to listen to the sounds of the Headmistress disciplining her? Hecate had never punished her that way before. She had always cared about Melinoe, even through her worst mistakes.
“Yes. I’ve warned you what will happen.”
“But—”
“No. We’ve been over this before. And I’ve told you before to not expect any mercy. Do not expect any from your enemy.” One of Hecate’s torches zipped out from behind Hecate and a cold, magical flame crackled against the back of Melinoe’s thighs. Melinoe’s underwear burned to ash in a second. Melinoe braced herself for Hecate’s hand to come down on her bare ass. It wouldn’t be so bad, she told herself. Nemesis would make fun of her for getting spanked like a child, but Hecate was always fair.
Instead, the torchlight grew dimmer. Melinoe could see its shadow in front of her. It rotated, then something cool and metal rested against her pussy. The long shaft of Hecate’s torch. It rubbed against Melinoe’s pussy, spreading her open and occasionally catching against her hole.
“Wait!” Melinoe said. “Headmistress, you can’t—”
“Melinoe, I do not have the time for you to argue with me. You’ve been much too lax as of late. I need you focused.” Hecate stepped back around and knelt beside Melinoe. The brim of her hat covered the top of Melinoe’s head, too. “You remember what I told you about the wards.”
“Yes, and I’m sorry, Headmistress, I’ll do it right now, I swear!”
“And what I’ve told you about restoring the shades,” Hecate said.
“I’ve learned my lesson, Headmistress, please, don’t… don’t…”
Ygnium moved faster against Melinoe. It was her wetness that made it so smooth, so fast. Melinoe flushed. She twisted in place, but couldn’t get any meaningful distance away. The cold metal had warmed up to the temperature of her pussy, and her heart was pounding. She knew Hecate wouldn’t actually kiss her, but their faces were so close. Hecate was always saying that she wasn’t Melinoe’s mother, and Melinoe knew that. She understood that well, especially as Hecate put her hand on the top of her head and pulled up.
“There is no use in begging, Melinoe,” she said. “This is not for my pleasure. It is so you learn.”
“Please don’t… I’ll lick you, I’ll use my fingers, please, Headmistress—” She wanted to duck her head to hide her tears, but Hecate’s grip on her hair tightened. The point of the torch touched her entrance. Melinoe’s legs froze. Would it hurt more if she did? She didn’t know. She had never taken anything more than her own fingers. The tip edged into her, then, without pause, advanced, spreading her open on its unyielding silver length. Hecate held her hair firmly, not letting her bend her head down or away. Melinoe’s cunt stretched wetly around the weight. It hadn’t hurt at all. The torch slid forward, slid forward again. Each time Melinoe felt like it was in as far as it could get, it pushed itself further. It wasn’t intolerable, like getting poked on the inside, but Melinoe couldn’t help but focus on how Hecate’s respect for her was lowering by the second. Each time Melinoe flinched or tried to shut out the silver shaft, Hecate’s grip on her hair tightened. Then the silver got hot, hotter than her pussy and cunt. “Headmistress—”
“Hush,” Hecate said. “Unless you want to be burned on top of skewered. Use some sense, Melinoe.”
The silver reformed itself. No longer was it uncomfortably straight. It bent around the shape of her insides, and used that to fit itself deeper inside her. It expanded wider and wider—doubling the girth of her fingers, then expanding wider, the size of what Melinoe imagined a cock might be, then further, until her cunt felt like it was creaking to accommodate it. And it wasn’t stopping. The hot, flowing silver kept pushing itself further into her. Hecate’s torches were made of so much silver—surely she wasn’t going to put it all in Melinoe’s cunt?
“Headmistress,” Melinoe said.
“Do you need a gag, Melinoe?” Hecate said.
“No, Headmistress.”
“Then you’ll stay silent.”
The silver spilled into a new part of Melinoe’s cunt, made accessible by the growing girth. Tears spilled down Melinoe’s cheeks. It hurt now, but not purely. The weight and massive size kept pushing against a part of her that grew wetter and wetter.
“Nearly there,” Hecate said.
Nearly there took what felt like half a night of her cunt getting stuffed past any divine reason, until there was no place that had not been touched. The silver finally cooled inside her. Melinoe’s legs shook with relief.
Then the torch pulled back and slammed back into her.
“No!” Melinoe said. Her struggles began anew, though it was of no use. “Please, Headmistress, I cannot do this. I cannot take it, please!”
“There are larger creatures in the Underworld, Melinoe,” Hecate said. “And with the way your training is going, we may do better training your holes instead of your magic. You will take it, and you will learn to enjoy it. If you cannot learn to enjoy it, you will have no options.”
“Please, I cannot—mmph!”
Hecate’s second torch fit itself between her lips and slid into her mouth. Melinoe froze, then choked. The torch forced her tongue down and slid back and forth. Spit dripped down Melinoe’s chin and the corners of her lips. Like the torch fucking her cunt, the one in her mouth had one goal: deeper.
“If you cannot keep quiet, then I will have to keep your silence for you,” Hecate said. “Do remember to breathe through your nose.”
Melinoe heaved around the torch jabbing at the entrance of her throat to no avail. She couldn’t push it out, but she couldn’t find a way to take it in, either. Hecate released Melinoe’s hair then, and took Melinoe by the jaw. She rubbed the hinges of Melinoe’s jaw until they fell open just a touch further, and adjusted the position of her head, and the blunt tip pushed Melinoe’s throat open. And there was so much of the torch left to go. Melinoe didn’t know if she wanted the silver to change shape and form, stretching her mouth and throat around until she couldn’t breathe, or if it would be better for the torch to skewer her all the way down to her stomach. Either way, she didn’t think she’d ever be able to talk back to Hecate without remembering the ache in her cunt or the violated burn in her throat.
The silver grew hot around the inside of her cheeks and roof of her mouth. Melinoe shut her eyes in despair. The silver thickened in her mouth and pushed deeper down her throat at the same time. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to close her mouth again, or if her pussy would ever take its shape again.
“Mmfgh!”
The silver in her cunt pushed deeper into her onto the silver flooding her throat and forcing her lips wide apart. It was too much each time: the way the torch in her pussy changed its movements, making each stroke less painful and more pleasurable and the way the flame of Hecate’s torch grew closer and closer to her face with each thrust. Her mouth was stretching even wider than she thought possible. Hecate had not taken her hands off Melinoe’s cheeks and jaws, even as her hands grew wet with Melinoe’s spit. Sometimes she ran her hands through Melinoe’s hair and squeezed her head, and each time, Melinoe’s cunt squeezed, or tried to squeeze, around the torch fucking her. She was so stretched out that she didn’t know if her cunt was doing anything but twitching in pathetic, helpless pleasure. She came, a horrible, cramping sensation that made her face burn and Hecate laugh.
“Just like an animal,” Hecate said, amused.
Finally, the torch flame rested right against her lips. The silver shaft in her mouth made a few experimental wiggles, then, just like the one in her cunt, started fucking her in and out. It wasn’t so horrible any more, though it hurt and ached. The drag of silver against her tongue made her shiver with pleasure, and the stretch of her throat was awful and good. Her mouth and throat had accepted the intrusion. They would probably accept anything now, just like her cunt.
“Better learn to undo the magic on my torches, Melinoe,” she said. “Or I’ll have Nemesis come collect you in the morning.”
Hecate let go of her then, and left her to her fate.