Pram’s Plaything

Chapter Five: Flash Back





This chapter is set before Pram captures you also the mages girls names are a intentional pun





“Hey, hurry up or you’ll get left behind,” the red head leading your group calls out as you stop to admire the view. You hurry along after her and the others.



“Hey, lighten up, Su. She probably wants to take a break. I know I do,” a girl with blue hair says, rubbing the small of her back.



“You always want to rest, Mary. We have to keep going on, no matter what!“



Just then, Su’s stomach lets out a long low rumble.



“...Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a moment and eat.”



The three of you walk for a short while longer until you reach a clearing. Mary walks over to a large, flat rock and brushes it off, then lays flat back. “Ahh, it feels great to lay down for a littlie while.”



You unhook the strap that holds your sword to your back and rest it against a tree. Su meanwhile is gathering sticks and piling them up. Once she is satisfied, she holds out her hand. A small flame appears, before igniting the kindling.



“I wonder how long until we get to the next town,” Mary says, stretching out.



“I don’t think that’s something you’ll have to worry about,” a new voice says. You and your traveling companions turn to see who it was. A young girl stands in the clearing. But it's clear that she is no ordinary girl. Her eyes seem to gleam like a predator's, and the gleaming claws on her small hands and feet are clearly just as sharp as, if not sharper than, your sword.



“Who are you?” Su asks, readying a spell just in case.



The girl looks at the small ball of fire that Su is holding. “Well, not that you’ll be around long enough to remember it, but I am Overlord Pram.” Su’s face pales. “Oh, I see that you’ve heard of me! Not surprising, of course,” she says, brushing her hair back in a casual manner. At that exact moment, Su releases her blast of fire. It is infinitely larger than the one that had started the campfire.



It hits Pram head on. After a few seconds, the flames dissipate, and there is no damage to her to be seen. “That felt pretty nice! I just got out of the bath, and my hair was still damp,” she says, walking forward.



“Well then, how about this!” Mary yells, shooting a huge crystal of ice at the small girl. In a flash of lightning-fast movement, the ice is spilt in two as Pram kicks upwards, her nails cleanly going through it.



You rush over to where your sword is, but before you get to it, Pram rushes up and nails you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you. Disbelief echoes through you; you've never been hit so hard, not even by dragons and troll lords! If it weren't for your incredibly strong armor and the fact that you're stronger than any other person, woman OR man, that you've ever met, Pram's fist would have probably killed you instantly. But you aren't surprised for long. Darkness overtakes you, and you black out.







“Well, you survived...you're stronger than I thought. Incredible, really, for a human,” a distant voice says as you begin to regain consciousness. As you become more aware of your surroundings, you notice a slight weight on your chest. You look up, and you can see Pram sitting on top of you, pinning your arms.



"You! What did you do to--"



“Don’t worry about your friends, I didn’t kill them. They weren’t even worth the time it'd take. I just sent them away. Laharl should get a kick dealing with them,” she says with a wicked grin on her face. Your stomach turns in fear at that grin.



“But now back to you.” She traces one of her claws along your face, running it down your neck. A cold sweat comes over you. You can tell that if she wanted to kill you, then she could do so with no effort just with that claw and a tiny bit of pressure, and there’d be nothing you could do about it.



"What about me? What do you want?" you ask, almost challengingly. Your voice is steady in spite of your fear; showing a villain that you're afraid is always a sure way to make a situation worse.



“It’s not very often that I find a human quite as pretty as you, and even more uncommon for one to be tough enough to survive a little bit of...rough treatment from me. You've definitely got that Pure, Valiant Heroine thing going on. So I’m going to give you the great honor of becoming my property!”



You grit your teeth and say, "Never. I'm no one's property! I'll never give in!"



"Oh, you heroic little humans are always so cute when you pull that never giving in stuff! I mean, it's kind of annoying, but still pretty cute. Look, this isn't something you get to choose. Whether or not you want the day to end doesn't matter to the night. Whether or not you want clear skies doesn't matter to the rain. And whether or not you want to be free doesn't matter to me. I want you, so you're mine."



Although you try to remain calm and keep thinking of a way to escape this situation, there is a part of you, deep in your mind, which is terrified, because it knows that Pram is telling the honest, inevitable truth.



She slices open your shirt. She places a hand over your chest, rubbing hard, almost painfully. Against your will, a small moan slips past your lips.



“So, you like it rough!” she says, bending one of her legs at a seemingly impossible angle, until her foot is pressed against your crotch. Using her toes like fingers, she pulls away your skirt, before ripping your panties off. She jams a few toes in, her claws scraping against the sensitive inner walls. You let out a small yelp of pain as she pushes in further, popping your hymen.



“Oh, wow...it’s been a very long time since the last time I got a virgin! You're the real deal, alright, pure in every way...that makes taking you sooo much more fun!” she says as she continued to push more of her foot in, ignoring your protests, until eventually, despite your resistance, the pleasure of her actions becomes more than you can bear, and you let out a cry of sheer ecstasy as an orgasm hits you, washing over every nerve in your body.



“Now that I’ve got you nice and warmed up, it’s time for the real fun.” She reaches into her shirt and pulls out a small vial of pink liquid. “I got this from Sabrina, and improved on it quite a bit! Later on I might just introduce you to her. She lets me have fun with her wife and those two married servant girls of hers, it's only fair that I let her have some fun with my slaves. That is the kind of things friends do for each other...I think. Anyways, back to the matter at hand!”



She opens the vial up, and grabs your nose, forcing you to open your mouth after a moment for air. As soon as you take a breath, she pours the contents of the bottle down your throat. You cough and choke as it goes down, but Pram puts one of her small hands over your mouth, while keeping your nose held shut with the other, leaving you with no choice but to swallow.



You instantly feel the effects of whatever it was that Pram forced you to drink. Every cell in your body is screaming out to pleasure the perfect goddess sitting on top of you. You can't believe you could have ever wanted to do anything but worship this radiant little girl before you.



“Well, I see that it’s working,” she says, getting off of you. She walks over to the rock where Mary had been sitting earlier. By instinct, you crawl forward. She raises up a foot, and as soon as you get close, you lean forward and lick the sole of it. You find the taste to be better than anything you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. You eagerly begin to lick more, running your tongue from top to bottom, slipping it in between her toes. After a few minutes, she pulls her foot away, and offers the other one. You immediately begin to give it the same treatment, moaning as you lick, because the more you do this, the more you want to do it. Pleasing her makes you feel more happy and fulfilled than you've ever even imagined feeling before.



After a while, Pram pulls her foot away. You let out a sound of disappointment, but very quickly those feelings are forgotten as Pram lifts her skirt and slides off her panties. She spreads her legs. Her smooth, completely hairless cunt is gleaming with moisture. You began to move toward it, wanting to taste her more than you've ever wanted anything else in you entire life.



But just before you can reach, Pram catches your face between the soles of her feet. She brings her legs and your face closer to her, showing off her incredible (and sexy!) flexibility as she brings you almost an inch away from her face. “Before I let you do anything more, you have to swear loyalty to me above all else. Only a woman who has pledged her life, heart, mind, and soul to Overlord Pram may taste her.”



Without taking any time to think about it, you promise yourself to Pram. She releases you. “Go ahead then.”



You rush forward and bury your face between her legs, lapping away at the nectar that has accumulated there, running your tongue up and down her slightly parted lips before pushing in as deeply as you can manage. As you move your tongue around, Pram lets out very small light moans, until she grabs the back of your, head pulling you in so deep that it feels like you might suffocate, and as she does so, she lets out a long, low moan as a torrent of cum pours out. You drink in as much as you can manage, but even so, a large amount of it escapes your lips and runs down your chin, coating your chest and dripping to the ground.



After a few minutes of being held in place, lapping away every drop you could manage, Pram finally lets go. You fall backwards, gasping for air, but highly satisfied.



“Well, now then, I guess I’ll take you with me...but first, I’m going to erase all your memories from your mind, to ensure your faithfulness. You've sworn to love and serve me now, but you might feel differently once that potion wears off, so this way, I can just make sure that the only thing you'll remember is the desire to obey and worship me. Same effect, but it saves me from having to keep forcing that juice down your throat all the time.”



Pram places her hand on your head, and then all is darkness.







You wake up, covered in a cold sweat. You look over at your mistress, still asleep, a peaceful look on her face that completely hides her true nature. You think about what you just remembered. You don't know how it happened, but somehow, that dream brought your memories back to you, and you remember everything about who you are and what happened, now. Your mistress must have made a mistake in the memory erasure process...



Before you can begin coming to grips with what has happened and try to understand what to do now, there is a large explosion. Debris goes flying as a wall collapses. Pram sits up and looks at what happened. Standing in the smoking hole are Mary and Su.



“Well, it looks like you two are stronger than I thought,” Pram says, standing up, with the blankets that covered her falling away, revealing her absolutely flawless body.







Okay the next chapter is going to be the last one thanks to those few who have read this story and given me good reviews because every since I started this story I wasn’t to sure about how good it was.