The Marauding of Magik

One steps to her hands-her once-elegant opera gloves, long and sleek, still clinging to her fingers. S'ym shifts just enough to let the imp access the top of her gloves, and he begins to peel them off one finger at a time like the rarest of fruits, dragging the leather down with agonizing care With a flick of dark energy, the gloves transform-stretching, thickening-becoming restraints One wraps tightly around her wrists, binding them together in front of her chest. The other coils into a second layer, knotting with cruel efficiency, ensuring no wiggle, no escape. Then, they are looped-to be lashed onto the tree that made all of this degradation possible

Two imps kneel, one at each of her legs-her black thigh-high boots, still pristine at the shaft, now his playthings. They too, begin to peel away, clearly enjoying seeing more of Magik’s bare leg. Once both boots are removed, both imps, in cruel synchronicity, run their tongues all over her thighs and calves-long, wet, obscene slurps. Their teeth graze her calf. Their mouths *bite* the back of her knees-making her jolt around S'ym’s cock painfully, a whimper of pain escaping her sensual lips. They transform the boots-leather warping, elongating-into thick, thorn-laced bindings that wrap around her ankles, cinching tight, With the extra fabric, they connect her ankles with a short length of enchanted leather, forcing her legs into a slight spread-accentuating her helplessness, her being displayed for the amusement of her tormenters. 

The tree’s hungry branches lift her just enough so her *midriff* is suspended-her torso pulled taut, her abs flexing in strain, her body arched in helpless presentation. Her feet still touch the ground-barely-but she cannot support herself. She dangles, like a beautiful piece of meat at the butcher’s. 

Then-what little remains of her shorts. The final piece. The last remnant of her defiance. One of the tiny imps jumps up, latching onto Magik’s belt, and tears it in half off her body, simultaneously pressing Magik’s stomach even further against Syn’s still rock-hard cock, forcing out a surprised, pained long scream of pain “KYYYYEEEAAAHHHHHHH” from the struggling girl.

The gleeful imp holds the tattered black fabric-so small, so tight-and grins.  With dark magic, he reshapes it-stretching the fabric, weaving it with sinew-like threads until it becomes a ball gag. He cruelly snaps Maagik’s nose shut until she gasps for breath, and then sadistically rams it into her mouth, her belt buckle used to tighten it against her cheeks. And then-her booty shorts. The final piece of her defiance. The imps hold them like a sacrament. Then, with a cruel smile, they transform the tight black fabric into a ball gag shaped like a crown and force it between her lips, stretching her jaw wide. The belt is wrapped around her head, cinched tight, pressing the gag in deep, the edges lined with soft ridges that stimulate her tongue, her palate, overwhelming her with every breath. She cannot speak. Cannot moan clearly. Can only gurgle, whimper, and choke. 

The imps laugh. One climbs onto her back-his tiny body perched between her shoulder blades-and *spits* down her spine. Another grabs her bound wrists and twists, making her cry out into the gag. A third runs a claw down her inner thigh-then pinches her pussy, hard, forcing a loud half-scream, half-moan from Magik’s lips, the large ball gag turning it into a sensual plea for someone, anyone to save her.

Lastly-her top. The imps tear it from her body in slow, mocking strips, baring her back, her sides, the proud curve of her ribs. One runs his claws down her toned, muscled back, leaving angry red trails. Another leans in and bites her shoulder, his teeth sinking deep into the muscle, making her gasp around the silence. They use the same dark energy to reshape the fabric. The upper half becomes a leash-long, supple, edged with subtle ridges that grip-wrapped around her neck, the knot sitting just below her jaw, the end dangling like a prize. The rest is woven into thick, living cords-infused with demonic energy-and looped around a large, stable branch of the tree. The tree awakens. Its black, twisted branches throb and coil around the cords made from her top, then lash upward-dragging her bound body off S'ym’s monstrous cock, an obscene, wet squelching sound as she’s abruptly yanked off, forcing an abrupt scream from her battered lips. 

More fabric-strips woven from the remnants of her form-fitting top-is pulled taut and lashed*around her bound wrists. Then, with a flick of demonic energy, the rope coils upward and hooks to a low-hanging, thorned branch just ahead and above her. She is pulled forward-her torso leaning down, her back pulled taut, and given the earlier abuse her spine suffered, this is oddly relieving. 

And then-the final cruelty. The tree grows*just an inch more. Just enough so that her bare feet hover close enough to imagine relief, but impossible to reach. 

S'ym circles her slowly, his red eyes locked on the perfect swell of her ass-bare, exposed, lifted slightly by the way her body hangs suspended from the high branches. Her bindings force Magik to arch her spine just enough to make the curve of her glutes even more pronounced, each cheek round, firm, and sculpted by years of battle and discipline. The dim red glow of the lava pits casts deep shadows along the crease where thigh meets ass, highlighting the smooth, unmarked skin that still carries the faint tremor of recent violation. He reaches out, not to touch yet-just to  hover. His fingers trace the air above her flesh, feeling the warmth radiating from her. Then, with a low command, he turns to the imps.  “Come and play with your prize.”

The small, twisted creatures scurry closer, their glowing red eyes fixed on Magik’s athletic, tight curves. One reaches up, too bold, and drags a claw along the outer swell of her crease. Another presses both hands into her cheeks, squeezing, spreading them apart to expose the still-gaping hole where S'ym’s tail had been. A third licks a long, wet stripe from the base of her knee to her feet.

Magik snarls through the gag. The sound rips from her throat-muffled, guttural, pure venom-her eyes locking onto the nearest imp. With a violent twist of her hips, she swings her bound legs behind and forward, delivering a devastating kick. Her feet smash into the creature’s face, sending it flying into the ground with a sickening crack. The others scatter. S'ym does not move. He stands just beyond the red glow, arms crossed, tail flicking slowly, a dark smile on his lips. She turns her glare to him. Her body is taut, every muscle coiled with rage, her chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled breaths through her nose. 

The imps gaze longingly, hungrily at Magik. They want to avenge their fallen comrade by ravishing her, but even bound she is still deadly. S'ym speaks, his entire face a display of sadism. “Go on-Show your former queen… what you think of her.” A beat of silence. Then movement. The two bravest-no, the two horniest-step forward. Twisted little things, just taller than his knee, their bodies lean with corded muscle, their arms unnaturally long, dragging on the ground, their eyes glowing ravenously like embers. But it’s what hangs between their legs that defies true logic-thick, veined cocks, absurdly large, already stiff, *dripping* with dark pre-cum, longer than their torsos, swaying heavily as they approach. 

The first scurries up her legs, pulling a scream from her gagged mouth as he pulls on her legs, putting awful pressure on her arms and waist, for leverage to climb up her toned calves and thighs. He licks his claws, then runs one down the cleft of her ass, slow, taunting. Then, with a grotesque giggle, he presses the swollen head of his cock against her back entrance-still raw, still sensitive-and rubs, dragging the thick ridge up and down the seam, smearing slick over abused skin. 

A second jumps up, using her breasts as perverse grips, almost like monkey bars, to swing his legs up to wrap around her waist. Magik screams fully into her gag now, feeling as if the imp is going to rip her breasts out of her body.  A muffled “GYYYYAAAAAAAGGHHNNN” into her gag, followed by tears, framing her majestic face, clearing upa bit of the crime from teh long assault she’s already endured. When he reaches chest level, he starts to grope her, both hands crushing her perfect, teardrop breasts. Her back arches violently in agony. And then she sees them. Really sees. The size. The thickness. The obscene disproportion of their cocks. 

S'ym watches-feasting on her expression and every twitch of her toned muscles against this obscene violation, the second imp awkwardly shuffling down, his cock inching closer to her groin. The imps pause and look at each other, both nodding in uninhibited glee. then simultaneously they both plunge their massive cocks into her  still tight holes-her pussy and ass now immediately as filled as her mouth is by her gag  

Her body explodes in silent agony. No scream can break free-only a shattered, muffled *UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNFFFF* *AAAHHHHHHHHNNNNNN* torn from deep in her chest, her throat convulsing around the thick fabric stuffed in her mouth, her eyes widening-in horror and pain, but also at the scale of what is being done to her. Simultaneously-brutally-the two imps plunge. The second, it’s awkward, gangly arms wrapped around her firm, luscious hips, drives his grotesquely oversized cock forward-his hips snapping with unnatural strength-and rams the thick, veined head into her pussy in one savage thrust. Her inner walls, still tender from S'ym’s earlier violation, *tear* open, her muscles spasming in reflexive, futile resistance. The sheer girth stretches her beyond natural limit, the ridge at the base scraping raw, the length burying itself halfway to his hilt in a single, merciless drive. 

At the same instant, the first imp-his cock glistening with slick-presses the bulbous tip against her ass, then surges forward, his hips pistoning with demonic force. Her sphincter, still loosened from previous use, still marked by S'ym’s tail, clenches once-a final act of defiance-then gives way as the little monster thrusts with savage abandon. The thick cock bursts inside, stretching her rectum wide, the ridge biting into sensitive flesh, the length sliding in with a wet, obscene *schlorp* that echoes in the red-lit air. She convulses. Her back arches so violently her spine nearly cracks, her bound wrists jerking forward, her legs thrashing, her toes curling in agony. The pressure on her waist in tremendous, as she is lashed ot the tree upward but being pulled downward by teh greedy arms of the imp fucking her snatch. Their cocks pulse inside her-veined, hot, hungry-their ridges grinding against swollen, oversensitive tissue, their tips pressing deep into her womb, her bowels. Each twitch sends shockwaves through her core, each throb forcing her inner muscles to spasm in helpless, humiliating rhythm. 

Magik-already full-shudders and screams into her gag as *more* weight climbs up her body. Two more imps. Smaller. Faster. Hungrier They see their comrades buried in her pussy and ass-hips pistoning, cocks glistening with her slick, faces twisted in ecstasy-and instead of fear, they feel envy and opportunity. That statuesque body should be theirs. One scrambles up her left side, claws digging just enough to grip, moving with insectile speed toward her pussy-already stuffed with the first imp’s thick shaft. Without pause, he forces his way in-beside his brother, cramming his own oversized cock against the other, pressing into her from the side, wider, deeper, exploiting every trembling inch of her over-stretched opening. Her inner walls scream almost as loudly as Ilyana does into her gag-her walls not meant for this. 

*HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNGGG!!!!* 

Try as she might, Ilyana can’t stop herself from sobbing into her gag, tears streaming down her face-screams and sobs that only intensify when a fourth imp climbs up the tree and then jumps onto her toned, lean back-uonly to wedge himself behind the first imp already buried in her rectum. With a wet, filthy roar of triumph, he forces the swollen head of his cock against her already-stuffed ass-and shoves. Her sphincter, already stretched beyond reason, yields again, her body splitting open in violation as his cock tears in beside the other. Two monstrous shafts now pack her rectum, their ridges grinding against each other, their lengths twisting, drawing blood. Her bound wrists jerk forward like she’s trying to claw the air, her legs thrash-but the ropes hold, her ankles still bound, her body pinned by the four hands grope and squeeze her toned midriff, using her sculpted muscles as handholds, and the four hands greedily gripping her sensual hips.

And now-the imps synchronize, alternating, overflowing the poor girl with overstimulation. One second-the left cock in her pussy slams deep, veins grinding against her walls, his brother pulling all the way out, tip just barely inside, then-snap-the second imp drives in while the first pulls free. A relentless, piston-driven assault that keeps her stretched open, never allowed to close, never given a moment of relief. 

The same in her ass. One cock rams deep-his thick shaft splitting her rectum wide-while the other pulls out completely, leaving her gasping for closure… only for the second to surge in an instant later, his ridge catching on raw tissue, sending shockwaves up her spine. Magik can’t think, can only feel the monstrous rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. The brave mutant now moaning fully in despair into her gag. 

And their hands-oh, their hands-are everywhere. The two imps in her pussy use their claws to wreak havoc on her ass-spreading her cheeks wide, one pinching the tender skin between ass and thigh, another digging fingers into the firm muscle, kneading her like beautiful dough, slapping her repeatedly-hard, crackling strikes that leave red prints blooming across her pale skin, already reddened from S'ym’s sadism. One leans down and *bites* her left cheek, licking away sweat and grime with his filthy, cackling tongue. 

Meanwhile, the two buried in her ass turn their attention to her breasts-still pert and proud. One grabs her left nipple between clawed fingers and *wists, hard, pulling until she jerks in the bindings. The other smacks her right breast-again and again-watching it jiggle with each strike, then leans down and gnaws on her areola. 

Tears streak her  down face. Her breath comes in sharp, ragged *hisses* through her nose, her jaw locked around the gag, her body too bound to fight, can only write in reaction and her attempts at resistance, each movement of her body more and more erotic to S'ym and the hungry imps.

S'ym steps forward-slow, deliberate, his red eyes fixed on her face as the imps continue their synchronized violation, cocks pistoning in and out of her pussy and ass, hands defiling her ass and breasts, their laughter echoing through the black trees. With one hand, he grabs her jaw-his fingers pressing into her cheek, forcing her head back, exposing her neck, her gagged mouth. Then his fingers shift-his thumb seals over her nose, his palm flattening across her face, his other hand sliding down her sweat-slick stomach with possessive precision in between teh tiny, hungry hands of the impss. He finds her clit-swollen, hidden beneath its hood, still slick from imp pre and her own helpless arousal. And he plays with cruel creativity. First, two fingers-his nails just sharp enough-flick the bud once. Hard. A jolt of pain shoots through her, her body shuddering painful into the four cocks embedded in her, her hips trying to pull away-nowhere to go. Then a pinch, sudden and deep, holding until her breath hitches behind the gag. Then-release. A slow, teasing circle with the pad of his thumb, drawing out the nerve’s response like torture music. Then again-a flick. A pinch. A twist. Each movement calculated, each pressure a new kind of torment. 

After more than ten minutes of brutal reaming, it happens. Without warning. Without consent.  A convulsion rips through her-violent, invasive-her back arching so hard the restraints come close to snapping, her bound wrists jerking forward, her toes curling until they tremble, her entire body *locking* in a single, shattering moment of betrayal. 

Her pussy clenches-hard-her inner walls spasming in deep, rhythmic waves, trying to expel, but only milking the cocks inside her. Her ass clamps around the two imp shafts still pistoning in and out, her sphincter fluttering with helpless abandon. A muffled sound tears from her throat-URK!-a choked, half-snarl, half-sob-as her body betrays her. Her breasts bounce violently with the force of the thrusts, her nipples hard, raw from twisting and biting. S'ym steps back, finally letting her breath so he can better watch her lean body jerk and writhe, on display for him.

The imps feel it too-her pussy and ass clenching around them-and they laugh, their thrusts growing wilder, faster, their cocks swelling as they feel her break. One cums first-his seed blasting deep into her pussy-then the other follows, then the two in her ass erupt together, flooding her in a hot, gushing wave. And still, she comes. Her climax doesn’t end. It rages unwanted, a storm of sensation she cannot stop. Her body keeps shaking, as both her and the imps ride out their orgasms.  

To Magik's horror,she sees five new shadows emerge from the darkness. Two climb up to tree to jump on her waist, swinging down to access her pussy-already split, already ruined-and without pause, one forces his way into the gaping slit, his thick cock sliding deep through the mix of slick, blood, and cum. The second doesn’t wait-he crams in beside him, shaft grinding against his brother’s inside her, their ridges tearing at her hypersensitive walls, their thrusts slow, deliberate, each one pressing against the rawest nerves. Another two climb up her toned, exquisite legs to tear into her ass-her once-tight hole already stretched beyond limit-and they don’t care. One rams in, his cock thick with veined girth, filling her rectum with a wet, obscene slapping sound. The second follows, forcing his way in beside him, their shafts grinding, their bodies moving in brutal unison as they pack her ass full all over again. 

But the fifth- climbs up the tree to Magik’s eye level, and jumps onto her face, like some twisted cackling facehugger. He stands on her collarbones, his clawed feet pressing into her skin, his grotesque little cock already hard, already dripping. He leans down. Grabs her hair in both hands. And with a sharp, violent *rip*, tears the belt and gag from her face. The fabric pulls free-her own hot pants soaked with saliva, and shame. Magik attempts to gasp in oxygen, but before she can even finish a breath, he drives in. His cock slams into her throat-thick for his size, invasive-his hips snapping forward, forcing his entire length down her airway with a single brutal thrust. Her eyes widen, her body jolts, her hands instinctively flailing against her bonds She gags-a deep, guttural, wet sound-but he doesn’t stop. He face-fucks her. Pistoning in and out of her throat, his hips snapping, his tiny body moving with shocking strength, his cock stretching her jaw, pressing against her gag reflex, flooding her mouth with slick. He leans forward, bracing on her forehead, and grinds deep, letting her choke, her vocalizations pleasuring his cock even more.

All five of them explore. The imp in her pussy grabs her left thigh and bites down hard, drawing blood, then licks it away as he thrusts. The one beside him pinches her clit-still throbbing from S'ym’s torment-and twists, making her shudder around his cock. In her ass, one imp grabs her right cheek and *slaps* it-hard-again and again-while the other reaches around and *grabs* her breast, *squeezing* It's like he owns it, his claws just shy of breaking skin. The one face-fucking her leans back, pulls out to the tip-her throat starting to clenche in reflex-then rams back in, deeper, harder, laughing as her eyes water and her nose flares, fighting to breathe around his shaft.

He pulls out again-this time spitting on her face, a thick, oily glob landing on her cheek-then shoves two fingers into her mouth, fucking her with them, stretching her jaw, coating her tongue with filth. These new imps touch, defile every inch of Magik’s vital, struggling body. Her toned arms-grabbed, scratched, kneaded. Her sculpted abs-bitten, slapped, massaged. Her perfect breasts-twisted, bitten, squeezed. Her sweat-slick back-clawed, licked, spat on. Her thighs-spread, bitten, dripping with her own fluids. 

Below-her body is a battlefield of creative degradation. The two imps in her pussy have shifted tactics. One now uses only one hand to grip her hip-his other sliding down her inner thigh, spreading her wider, his fingers plucking at her labia, exposing her fully to the air, to the light, to shame. He leans down and blow* hot breath across her clit-making her flinch-then snaps his fingers against the swollen bud, once, twice, a stinging flick that makes her pussy clench around both cocks inside her. The second imp in her pussy grabs her right leg-lifting it as high as it could go in her bonds, spreading her impossibly wider-and begins to slap the back of her thigh, right where muscle meets ass. Crack! The sound echoes. Crack! Her flesh jiggles. Crack! He does it in rhythm with his thrusts, turning her toned leg into a drumbeat of humiliation. Then he pinches the tender crease where thigh meets buttock-hard-making scream in her gag and take more of of the cock in her mouth.  

In her ass-two cocks still pack her, pistoning in deep, grinding against each other inside her rectum. One now leans forward and licks a long, filthy stripe up her spine-from tailbone to nape-his tongue thick, wet, wrong. The second imp grabs both cheeks and spreads her wide, holding her open so the world can see-can witness-how full she is, how used, how helpless. Then he slaps-crack!-once, twice, three times, alternating cheeks, making her ass *jiggle* with each strike, the sound echoing like a perverse applause. And still, they touch. They claim. One imp in her ass uses his free hand to twist her left nipple-slow, torturous-while the other reaches around and plucks at her right, flicking it like a string, watching her tense with each snap. Another leans down and blows across her sweat-slick abs, then bites her just above the hip-enough to burn, not to break-then licks the spot like a dog, savoring her shiver. 

Magik’s face-proud, flawless, furious-is defiled with deliberate cruelty. The imp face-fucking her pulls back just enough to free his glistening cock from her throat-her nostrils flare, a single gasp drawn before he denies her breath again. He leans over, his red eyes gleaming, his lips curling in a twisted grin-then spits on her cheek, a thick, oily glob slides slowly down her skin, catching the dull red glow of the lava-lit realm. And then-he slaps her. 

His clawed hand snaps across her face, the sound sharp, humiliating, her head whipping to the side. He does it again-crack!. Her cheek burns. Her vision blurs. The spit smears across her skin, mixing with tears that still track silently from the corners of her eyes. But then she notices-the other imps have also stopped thrusting. While she should feel relief, she knows these cruel little monsters are up to something.

The imp in front of her face purrs. “Let’s make this interesting,” he purrs. He climbs up-onto the branch above her-where the thick, strands of rope that once was Ilyana Rasputin’s clothes binds her wrists together and loops around the wood. With exaggerated slowness, he draws a claw along the rope-then presses down. The fiber groans. But it doesn't break. Yet. 

Below- the imp buried deepest in her ass slowly withdraws. His pulls his cock out, dragging over every sensitive nerve. He climbs up beside the first, now standing on the same branch, looking down at her bound form with dark delight. He runs his claw along the second rope-the one cinched tightly around her midriff, holding her aloft to the tree-and begins to cut. 

Magik’s eyes widen. Her breath stops. “NONONONONONONO–UUUUUUUUAAGGGGHH” 

The imps exchange a grin. Then- they slice at the same time. The ropes snap. And she falls. Just a few feet. But perfectly calculated. Her body drops-feet-first-her knees bending slightly on impact, her spine jolting from the sudden shift in pressure. 

Her scream is despairing, music to S'ym and the imp’s ears. The two cock imps still buried in her pussy-are now jerked deeper by the sudden drop, their ridges tearing through her sensitive inner walls, their girth pounding into her cervix with brutal force. The third-the one in her ass, times a deep, brutal thrust just as her feet touches the ground, the dual force like a punch into the already tortured walls of her rectum. 

The shock is awful. Her muscles spasm-violently-the sudden shift from suspension to weight-bearing-from suspending to standing-makes every sensation sharper. 

And then-two more nightmare shocks. Before she can even really register what is happening, the imps that cut her binds attack her.  The one who had been face-fucking her-his cock still slick with her saliva, his breath hot with sadistic glee-leaps down from the branch with inhuman speed. He lands on her back in a crouch, his claws biting into the soft, sweat-slick swell of her breasts from behind, using them as handholds, squeezing with brutal force, making her spine arch, making her scream- And it is a scream, finally one not cut off by a foreign object in her throat.. Her head throws back-her mouth wide, her green eyes blazing with shock and pain-as the cry rips from her lungs: **“NNNNGH-*AAAAAH-!*”** A guttural, primal sound-half defiance, half unraveling.

Then, a second, even deeper violation. Just as this imp savagely rams his cock into her ass-joining the comrade still inside her, the other imp who cut her bindings jumps and attacks her face. In a perversion of intimacy, his thighs straddling her head, his groin pressing down, one his cruel hands grabbing the leash hanging loosely on Ilyana’s neck and using it to cruelly yank her head back even as his hips snap forward, his other hand playing with her matted, sweat-damp blonde hair, and plows into her mouth. Just as the two imps in her ass and the two in her pussy stretch her out more than humanly possible, Magik’s throat struggles not just to accommodate the size of the imps cock but the sudden force with which it is plunged into her. His pelvis slapping against her cheeks, his hips pistoning as her throat convulses, her eyes watering, her scream, only free for a few seconds, now trapped-wet, gurgling, beautiful. 

The weight of them-two on her back, one on her face, two in her pussy still-is too much. Her knees buckle. She falls. As she lands roughly on her hands , her wrists still bound together and knees, still restrained at her ankles, she begs mentally for Darkchylde to emerge, to help her-but that side of herself, while present, is also paralyzed by fear=-whispering fearful apologies that the Darkchylde form would only revel in what is happening to her.

After a few minutes of brutal fucking, the imps pause again, Magik’s poor, abused body registering a brief respite. The imp face-fucking her takes a hand off of her leash and reaches under, slicing the bonds at her wrists. The enchanted fabric-woven from her own gloves-snaps apart, her arms finally able to move independently. Another imp, buried in her ass, leans down and cuts the restraints at her ankles, the bindings away like smoke. But this is no act of mercy. 

The moment her limbs are free, the imps take them. One grabs her right arm-his claws digging into her bicep-and *yanks* it behind her back, twisting her shoulder until she screams around the cock in her throat, her spine arching further, her breasts thrust forward. Another seizes her left leg-his grip like iron-and drags it up onto his shoulder, spreading her open even more, her pussy *pulled* taut around the two cocks still fucking her in brutal unison. One of the imps attacking Magik’s asshole-follows the other’s example and grabs both her ankles and hooks them over his shoulders, pulling them above his head, lifting her legs high, spreading her into a deep, humiliating *V* shape, her toned stomach rippling as she struggles to stay conscious. The other imp assaulting Magik’s asshole grabs her right arm from the other imp, and then her left arm, crossing themcrosses them over her chest, squeezing her bound wrists into her breasts, mashing them together, using her own limbs to torture her. 

One of the imps fucking Magik’s pussy leans up and bites one of her nipples-hard-then the other-twisting them between teeth and claw, making her scream into the gag of cock. The second imp at her pussy slaps her inner thigh-crack!-then pinches the tender flesh, hard, until she twitches, until she takes him deeper. The imp that had grabbed her left leg, now made redundant, grabs Magik’s leash and yanks her head up-making it easy for the one fucking her face to slap her cheeks-once, twice-her head whipping from side to side, her tears flying. Her tortured cries and trembling body are a canvas for their sadistic pleasures. And she is their masterpiece.

After such brutal punishment for so long, Magik feels herself succumbing-she knows now what Darkchylde was speaking of-that dark, desperate desire to give in to mindless pleasure. Oh gods, if she did, maybe every part of her body-inside and out-wouldn’t hurt so much...

[Note: This is a temporary stopping point. I'm of two minds here-she could be rescued by some X-men and go on recovery, or things could get much worse for her. Feedback is appreciated!]