Magus

                               Magus By Quin

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Chapter 1 : "Nancy"

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It took a couple of days for Weasel to report back and by that stage we were almost ready to leave Australia. Christmas was rapidly approaching and though it was a long hot summer in the southern hemisphere I wanted to be back in the states by the twenty fifth. By then my plans for Nancy were well advanced and nothing was going to stop me now. Yes, little Nancy was destined to become the first "piece" in my collection.

Weasel had covered all the angles, by the time we were ready he knew not only all there was to know about Nancy but also details of her friends and acquaintances. It seemed that Nancy ran with a group of kids from one of the local projects. Their activities seemed limited to having wild times and getting drunk. Certainly it was hard to say what the group believed in, heavy indie rock and grunge style seemed to be the few things they had in common. It seemed that the little scene at the gallery had been more a display of antiestablishment chic than the reflection of a solid political or artistic position.   

It also seemed that Nancy was a forceful little bitch and consequently found it hard to hang on to boyfriends. Doug, her latest, seemed to be looking for a way out of their relationship and was already seeing a girl called Maggie on the side. It seemed that everyone but Nancy knew what was going on and their entire group was just waiting for the explosion when she found out. I guessed that if Nancy "disappeared" Doug for one would be relieved -- of course how to make her disappear was another question. By day she was a student at a visual arts college and worked part time as a waitress in a shopping mall coffeeshop. At night she was a real party animal, always surrounded by about 20 of her friends. For a while I thought about breaking into the apartment she and Doug shared and drugging them while they slept. I liked the idea, imagining her waking to find herself my prisoner. However the artist in me rebelled, it simply wasn't dramatic enough. I wanted to show Nancy the power I had, wanted her to understand how small she was by comparison and how easy it was for me to get to her anywhere.

It was then that I had my idea.

We planned and plotted, working out every angle until we were sure we could handle just about anything. We had decided to snatch Nancy from the local bar were she and her friends met after work. In the runup to Christmas the place was packed and we didn't think there would be much of a problem. In addition to covering our activities the crowds would also hammer home my message to Nancy --- I could reach her anywhere.

Weasel had spent the past few weeks ---errr--- weaseling his way into Nancy's little gang. Oh I doubt many of them liked him much, but they liked his money and his easy access to drugs. In no time he was at the center of their little circle and able to reap his own brand of mischief. Nancy, though she knew nothing about Doug and Maggie, had some instinctive feeling that something was wrong. Weasel played on that feeling of unease gently spreading his poison between Nancy and the others. A few days before we made our move he started dropping hints that he was willing to take Nancy with him when he returned to the states. He had told the group that he was road boss for a number of big name rock bands and implied that he lived the high life in LA. If Nancy came along she could get to mingle with the stars. She seemed to lap it up, she even seemed willing to sleep with Weasel to get out of town. By the middle of December we were ready.

My first big shock came when Weasel and Tiny put their heads together and decided that I shouldn't get involved in the snatch. They said it was too risky and I suppose they both had visions of their meal ticket languishing in some Aussie jail cell. I ranted, pouted, bullied, bribed and threatened but the boyz held firm. In the end I got a concession. They would allow me to watch the snatch go down, perhaps even let me gloat over Nancy a little but after that the transport and storage of my new acquisition would be down to them. Reluctantly I agreed.

O'Hagen's is an Aussie Irish bar in an unfashionable part of Sidney's dock district. Why the place was so popular with the young anarch crowd was a mystery to me but I suspect it had a lot to do with some of the nearby clubs and gaming houses. We had arrived early so that we could secure a couple of tables near the door that would be essential if the plan was to work.  I'd dressed down, a simple leather jacket and leather pants replaced my usual brocade tail coat and pants. Yes, sometimes an anachronistic image helps get you some attention --- ask Prince ---- but a secondary advantage is that without it you look completely different. No one noticed me at all and the rather nosy barmaid had accepted the story that we were American sailors waiting here for a couple of shipmates to get shore leave. Two of my people, Fetch and Kerry, had accompanied me mainly to quell Tiny's paranoia. We'd decided that the big man couldn't come with us as he was too distinctive so Tiny waited outside in a hired panel truck ready to rush to the rescue if there was any trouble. Fetch was your typical roadie, a guy who loved the high life and was willing to do almost anything to ensure it continued. Big, brutish and heavy he would provide the muscle if we needed it. Kerry was a cute little brunette from Brooklyn, the kinda girl who viewed excess as a way of life. She was here to make sure our little group appeared less threatening and to help handle Nancy when the time came. It was early but the bar was already filling.

Almost on queue Nancy's little gang burst into the room and made a beeline for the bar. There were so many that at first I couldn't see her. Finally however the group churned a little and she drifted into view. Up close she looked even better than she had at the gallery. I figured she stood maybe five eight in her socks, a little taller in the high heeled ankle boots she was wearing, and weighed maybe 70 kilos. Strong and muscular with a wiry athletic frame she somehow still managed to have an acceptable bust line. Taking it all in from high heels up past those wonderful shapely legs and up to her large breasts she was a knockout. I found I'd developed a woody under the table that just refused to go away. The fact that if all went well I'd be sampling that body tonight filled me with a buzz like nothing I'd ever known. Almost breathless with anticipation I waited for Weasel to make his move.

He didn't disappoint. A few minutes later he burst in, a huge grin on his narrow feral features. Immediately he headed to the bar where Nancy's group welcomed him. In seconds he was telling them the story. He'd had a good day at the track, a *very* good day! Holding up a big wad of my money he started to buy drinks, lots and lots of drinks. I watched him for over an hour as his little band got progressively drunker. There was so much seed money that even an hour of solid drinking hadn't made that much of an impression. He deliberately flashed the wad in Nancy's face and I saw her eyes widen. It was then I knew we had her.

I watched Weasel work with the admiration that one master shows to an artist of another discipline. Nancy and her friends got progressively more drunk and yet Weasel managed to drink very little. The more greedy members of Nancy's group were now almost paralyzed, though Nancy herself seemed less effected. Realizing that the moment we had been waiting for was fast approaching we subtly rearranged ourselves, Fetch and Kerry moved onto the spare table, while I continued to sit were I was, almost as if I didn't know them. Weasel gave me a small nod of acknowledgment then started his endgame.

Looking around the bar Weasel suddenly "spotted" Fetch and started waving, shouting something as if he was trying to get Fetch's attention. Fetch was pretending not to see him and concentrated on Kerry instead. After a few minutes of fruitless signaling Weasel lent over to Nancy and pointed in our direction. I watched as Nancy looked over and checked Fetch out. So far so good. Weasel again tried unsuccessfully to get Fetch's attention. In the end Weasel stood up and grabbing Nancy's hand, dragged the girl towards our tables.

"Dave? Hey Dave is that you?" Weasel gasped out.

Nancy seemed a little unsteady on her feet and was giggling a little as she stood next to Weasel. Her face was flushed with booze and excitement. Little did she know that her life was about to get a lot more exciting.

Fetch blinked, "Steve? Steve, you old bastard, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Doing groundwork for the Stone's tour next year," Weasel said modestly.

Fetch frowned, "You still with them? I thought you said you'd walked after Keith hit you?"

Weasel smiled, "Bastard bought me a new car to apologize didn't he. New Caddie.... loaded, *and* I get a Ferrari when they play Milan next summer."

Fetch laughed, "You always were a luck bastard Steve. Hey, meet Kerry, Kerry, this is Steve.... the second best road boss in rock history!"

"Second?" Weasel asked, "after you I suppose?"

Fetch just gave a broad smile and fished out another big roll of notes. I could barely suppress my smile as Nancy's eyes bulged again. I suspect that she had taken Weasel's story with a pinch of salt but there was no denying the money.

"Oh, where are my manners?" Weasel asked, "This is Nancy.... she's coming back to LA with me." Nancy made no attempt to correct "Steve" though her attention did seem to be split between shaking Kerry's hand and checking out "Dave's" huge wad of cash.

Fetch started to count out a few notes, but Weasel stopped him.

Weasel smiled. "Let me," he said, "I suppose you want a Scotch, what's the lady having?"

"A slow comfortable screw on the beach?" Kerry asked holding up a glass.

Weasel's smile quirked, "Maybe later darlin' for now what do you want to drink?"

The girls giggled and Weasel saw his opportunity. He turned to me, "Hey pal, is it ok if my girl uses this seat?" He pointed to the spare chair at my table.

"Sure," I said, "be my guest."

Nancy flashed me a smile of gratitude as she sat down. There was no hint of recognition on her face, whatever she thought about the great Magus she didn't recognize me in civvies. Behind her Weasel flashed me another leering, feral grin then switched his attention back to our pigeon.

"What do you want darling?"

Nancy frowned. "I'll have what she's having," she said pointing towards Kerry, "It sounds like fun."

Weasel smiled, "Ok, two comfortable screws, two whiskeys, should be easy to remember," and with that he headed towards the bar.

By now my hardon was getting painful and I found it hard to pretend to ignore Nancy and the others. Nancy was talking mainly to "Dave" asking questions about "Steve" that at first seemed casual and friendly. However it soon became obvious that she was checking Weasel's story out, especially the tales he'd told about his house, income and access to the famous.

Fetch of course simply confirmed everything Weasel had said and Nancy seemed to relax. She glanced in Doug's direction to find that he and Maggie were getting very friendly. It seemed that the free booze had drowned out their usual caution.  The couple exchanged looks with Nancy and then the girl turned back towards Fetch and asked another question. I barely suppressed a smile -- Doug and Nancy's relationship was over.

A few seconds later Weasel was back with the drinks handing each to its owner with a flourish. On queue Kerry challenged Nancy to see which of the girls could knock the cocktail back in one.

Nancy won, her face flushed with triumph, but it paled by comparison to the look of triumph that Weasel gave me behind Nancy's back. Now the fun really started.

In the next few minutes Nancy's speech became increasingly slurred. I could see the puzzled look on her face as simple sentences became impossible. About that time she discovered she was having difficulty moving too. Her eyes widened with terror as she lost control of her body. Reaching down Weasel twisted her head in my direction so that I was looking directly into those wild blue-green eyes of hers.

"Hello Nancy," I said, in a warm friendly voice. I smiled and shook her limp hand as if we'd just been introduced, "My name is Magus, we met once before at the gallery?"

I saw her eyes widen with recognition and her lips moved a little but only a jumbled murmur emerged.

I smiled a Judas smile.  "I see you do remember. Good. Of course you had a bit of a problem remembering my name back then. As I recall you thought my name was "talentless bastard" or something?" I paused as if thinking. "You know Nancy, you and I are going to get to know each other so intimately over the next few years that I think we should maybe use little pet names, what do you think?"

Of course she couldn't answer, but those wide eyes of hers spoke volumes.

I clicked my fingers as if I had just had a wonderful idea. "I know, you could call me Master and I could call you ...... oh let's think...... something suitable? How about Slut? Yes, Slut seems to suit you so perfectly I think we'll use that."

  

Her helpless eyes looked up at me and silently begged. By now my hardon was so intense I could hardly bare it. Somehow I controlled myself a little longer.

"Well, I would love to chat," I said smiling, "but my friends want to take you out of here while you're still drugged. Still we'll have plenty of time later." Reaching up I wiped a solitary tear from her cheek then turned away.

Between them Kerry and Weasel pulled Nancy to her feet. I could tell from the look in her eye that she was kicking and screaming inside but her drugged body remained quiet and compliant.

"Stand aside people, I think she's going to be sick." Kerry shouted as she pulled Nancy towards the door. A "concerned" Weasel held the girl up, one hand holding her mop of blonde hair forcing her head down. A path parted and the group went outside, Fetch bringing up the rear with the ladies bags and coats. I glanced over at the group at the bar. Weasel had left enough money behind to keep them drinking for the rest of the night. None of them seemed that concerned about Nancy's sudden departure, not one of them made a move to follow her outside and see how she was. Smiling I finished off my drink while I watched Doug and Maggie getting more friendly. When Doug got home and discovered that Nancy's stuff was gone he would assume that she'd finally broken up with him. Certainly I doubt he'd think it odd that she was missing.

I had just collected my first piece.

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I found myself with an hour or so to kill. The drug we'd used on Nancy had to be carefully measured. Too much and she would be a zombie for the next few days, too little and we risked her recovering at an inopportune moment. In the end we'd given her enough to keep her quiet for maybe half an hour hardly leaving enough time for us to get her clear of the bar. It would take nearly an hour before the Boyz were ready to smuggle her into our hotel. I had been told politely to loose myself for the next few hours. In the end I went to see a movie.

I don't even remember what the movie was about, some summer hit that had been released in the states six months before. Sitting alone in the darkened theater my mind was filled with images of Nancy and what my people were doing to her. I knew that a few blocks away from the bar the van would park in a vacant lot. I could imagine Nancy's weak struggles as she was stripped and bound. Then Kerry, dressed in Nancy's clothes and wearing a long blonde wig, would go with Weasel to Doug's house to remove Nancy's things and leave the good-bye note I'd forged. When they were finished they would return to the van and get Nancy ready for her trip to the hotel.

By then the hotel would be the scene of a huge party, again paid for by my money. With large numbers of drunken revelers to contend with it was unlikely that the hotel staff would notice a few of my people "helping" one of my guests upstairs. Nancy would be dressed in a long ladies trench coat, her face disguised and gag hidden behind a lifelike rubber mask I'd fashioned. The thing wouldn't pass a close examination but with luck no one would get that close. Tightly bound and muffled by the gag she would be marched upstairs by the Boyz without anyone being any the wiser.

At least that was the theory. The presence or absence of the police when I returned to the hotel would prove if the idea would work in practice.

After what seemed like an eternity I returned to the hotel. No police, just the sound of a party in full swing. No one said anything or challenged me as I headed towards the elevator. Once inside I punched the button for the penthouse.

After all the excitement returning "home" was almost an anticlimax.  Fetch was lying stoned on the couch, Kerry and Weasel were getting friendly at the bar. They smiled when I walked it, Weasel flashed me a little victory sign and Kerry clipped over in Nancy's ankle boots.

"She's in the bedroom," Kerry giggled, giving me a little peck on the cheek. "Have fun and Merry Christmas."

I was stunned, relieved more than anything that it was all over. In a daze I walked over to the bedroom door and slipped inside.

The room had been decked in Christmas trimmings and streamers. On the side table near the bed an ice bucket chilled a magnum bottle of Champaign, two wine flutes placed strategically nearby. There was a large four poster bed with a canopy, the interior of which was currently hidden behind thin silk curtains. The far bedside lamp had been left on shining through the drapes and giving me a shadow show of the figure that waited for me on the bed.  There, projected on the curtain, was the shadow of an athletic young woman kneeling patiently in the center of the bed. Her back was arched her head thrown back. She seemed to be hardly moving, just shifting her weight slightly as she silently awaited my arrival.

Smiling I walked forward, then quickly jerked the first curtain aside.

I was looking at the girl's back as she knelt on the bed. The first thing I noticed were her arms, it was impossible not to notice. A wide, red leather collar was fastened around the girl's throat and to the back of it a couple of broad ribbons had been fastened. The ribbons went down the woman's back and were then tied to her wrists pulling her hands up behind her back in a tight hammer lock. Her hands with their red manicured nails and desperate, questing fingers were held level with the girl's shoulder blades, a sever position that looked far from comfortable.  However the person who had bound her hadn't stopped there. Her forearms, from her wrists to her elbows had been bound together mummy fashion with a continuous layer of bright red tape. It looked almost like the girl was praying, except her wrists were behind her and not in front. Perhaps she was praying for release? I didn't know. She had stiffened when I moved the curtain but had made no attempt to turn or struggle harder. That puzzled me and although I allowed myself a  chance to brush my hand against her hair, which had been washed, cut and tied with a red bow, I  didn't linger with the back view.

Stepping to the side I moved the drape back and looked for the first time at Weasel's masterpiece. Nancy knelt uncomfortably on the bed, her back arched, her head back and her breasts thrust out in a most appealing way. The reason for her condition and lack of movement became clear when I saw the tiny gold ring in her nose. She hadn't been wearing a ring in the bar but I knew enough about piercing to know that this was not a recent addition. The ring had been threaded through an existing hole in her nose then tied to the canopy with a length of thin strong wire or fishing line. The line was tight forcing the girl to keep her head back and her spine arched. Oh, Nancy *could* move from that position, but only by tearing her nose apart. She had elected instead to stay perfectly still.

Wide eyes full of a mixture of pain and hate glared at me from each side of her nose. She obviously wanted to tell me what she thought too but her words didn't make it through the mass of packing in her mouth and the few noises that finally made it past her taped lips were hardly likely to disturb anyone. Yes, someone had really gone to town with that red tape. Not only were the girl's lips sealed but the tape covered the whole of the bottom of her face from her bulging cheeks to her chin. Nancy finally voiced her disapproval with a low growling sound made almost entirely in her throat. I smiled and looked the rest of her over.

At the front the wide leather collar was augmented with a large silken bow and a small cardboard tag with the cheery words "Season's Greetings." for now I ignored it and drank in the rest of Nancy's beautiful naked body. Her breasts were large but still had a good shape. The hammer lock had forced them out to good effect. Two more bows covered each nipple and a small red Christmas ball dangled invitingly from each breast.  Continuing down I noticed that her cunt was covered in a G string formed from wide, red silk ribbon and tied in a pretty bow just below her navel. A small cylindrical imprint on the tape at crotch level along with a dampness of the ribbon showed that a vibrator was lodged in the girl's cunt. I was surprised how little she was moving and from habit checked the vibrator.  Yes, it was on running low and slow. I figured with that kind of stimulation she should be squirming like crazy but except for the dampness and the sweat on her body there seemed no indication of what was happening inside her. Puzzled I completed my inspection. Yet more of the red tape had been used on her legs, securing each ankle firmly to its thigh, immobilizing her legs while leaving me full unrestricted access to her cunt. I nodded my appreciation.

A pair of scissors was waiting on the night stand and being a nice guy I used them to cut the nose wire.  Groaning with relief she straightened, only to flinch again. I'm used to studying human posture and I can tell a lot about a person by the way they sit or stand. From the confused messages being radiated by Nancy's helpless body I figured the problem was somewhere in the upper body. Puzzled I sat on the bed next to her watching with interest as she flinched again. It took me a moment to understand, the Christmas balls dangling from her nipples were not moving as I expected. Grabbing one I took a closer look. It proved to be much heavier than I expected and I could see why, at some stage it had been split open and another object --- probably a lead fishing weight, concealed inside. The balls fastened to the nipple bows by more of the wire used for the nose line. Looking closer I realized that both bow and line were fastened to the girl's nipple via an evil looking clamp. It seemed that the harder the clamp was pulled the harder the little teeth bit into the soft nipple flesh. As this was a waterbed almost any movement by the girl would cause the balls to move and the teeth to bite. It was hardly surprising that the girl had knelt so still.

"Do you want me to remove these?" I asked, touting one of the balls.

She nodded, so energetically the other ball started to swing. Nancy winced.

"Kiss my hand," I ordered presenting the back of my hand to her taped mouth. Despite the pain she leant forwards and touched her taped lips to the back of my hand. Then she moved again rubbing her cheek against my hand like a cat. Looking up with large, tear-filled, begging eyes she moaned into the gag. She really wanted the balls gone so I obliged her. I think she had expected me to remove the whole clamp, certainly she seemed disappointed when I only cut the balls free and left the clamps and bows where they were.

Now it was time for the tag. Reaching up I snatched the small cardboard label from her collar.

"It says Merry Christmas Magus from the Boyz and Grlz of the Cru, " I told her. I chuckled, "They shouldn't have.... I was only expecting a tie!" It seemed so funny that I was forced to laugh again. Nancy of course said nothing.

Now that the balls were gone her little ass was wiggling in time to the vibrator. Smiling I let my hands roam her body, exploring each straining muscle, each taped limb. Helpless and immobile, unable to even voice her indignation Nancy closed her eyes. I smiled and gently laid her on her side so that I could work on all of her body.

She was so perfect, so muscular, so perfectly classically proportioned that I became drunk with her body. I knew then that I would have to paint her, that she was to become my model as well as my lover and slave. As my hands continued to roam I took in the details. I noticed that she had a small cherry birthmark on her back that someone had tried to hide with body makeup. When I finally relented and removed the nipple clamps I found the marks that showed that her left nipple was also pierced as was her naval. All in all she was beautiful, just ripe for training and there seemed no better time to start.

Slowly I started to suck and lick her tortured nipples, listening to her faint moans of delight and noticing how rapidly they hardened under my touch. Smiling I continued while my hand moved down to her crotch to untie the bow. The G string had been formed from one long length of wide silk ribbon. Rather than remove it immediately I pushed it to one side and reaching into her pussy removed the buzzing intruder.

Then I started to gently pull the ribbon letting it pull into the damp folds of her pussy and rub gently against her engorged clit. Very slowly I continued to pull the ribbon, watching her body writhe as the silk band gently rubbed against her quim. Soon she was panting, her body straining against the tape on her limbs as her mouth strained against the tape of her gag. Low animal sounds emerged from her throat and her body shook with the first orgasm. A second followed soon after, just before the last of the ribbon ran out. By now I was more than ready and started to undress. Nancy's eyes bulged a little when she saw the size of my erection, I figure Doug and his friends probably weren't as well equipped. Safe sex demanded that for now a rubber would have to come between us and she shivered in a strange combination of fear and excitement as I rolled it on.

Then I grabbed her by the waist and plunged into her tight damp hole.  With her bound thighs rubbing against my sides and a muffled grunting coming from behind her gag I thrust in harder and harder.  Before long she was moving with me, clamping down as I thrust in, building her own sensation. My hands found her nipples and I rolled them in time to the thrusts. A gagged whimper heralded the start of her orgasm so I shifted gear, changing my rhythm to deny her completion. She balanced on the edge for an additional heartbeat, maybe two, before the orgasm crashed down upon her. I have no doubt that she probably thought it was an eternity. Her spasms had been the signal my rampant cock had been waiting for, as a second aftershock orgasm claimed her I unloaded into the rubber and imagined what it would be like to paint Nancy's vagina with my cum.

Afterwards I cut her free, rebinding her with the handcuffs Weasel had left for the purpose. I had intended to ungag her and share the wine but by the time I returned from the bathroom she was already asleep. Tomorrow we would use the mask and trench coat to smuggle her from the hotel to the small airfield where my private jet was waiting. Once we were back in the states she would have pride of place in my new collection and her training as my slave could begin. I doubted that it would be too hard to break her for as we'd fucked I'd seem the look of excitement and submissive acceptance in her eyes. Behind the tough exterior little Nancy was a natural submissive, turned on by her own humiliation. Yes Nancy was one in a million, and I still had four rooms left to fill.