Lemmy's breath caught in her throat as she watched Six approach, the enchanted riding crop quivering with excitement in the witch's grip. The crop's googly eyes darted back and forth between Six and Lemmy, practically vibrating with anticipation.
"Now then," Six purred, circling Lemmy slowly, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. "Let's discuss the terms of your service once more."
Lemmy gritted her teeth, trying to focus on anything other than the sharp edge of the wooden horse pressing against her most sensitive flesh. Every tiny movement, every breath, sent waves of sensation through her body—pain and something else she didn't want to acknowledge. Her wings, still bound against her back, twitched uselessly.
"I... I won't serve you," Lemmy managed, her voice strained but defiant.
Six tilted her head, a smile playing on her ruby lips. "Such spirit. I do so enjoy breaking the high spirited, they yeild even more cultivation points." She ran the leather tip of the crop along Lemmy's ass that glistened with sweat, the touch was feather-light. The crop giggled, a high-pitched sound that was both absurd and terrifying.
"Ooh, she's so soft, Mistress!" the crop squealed. "Can I? Can I? Please?"
"Patience, dear one," Six cooed to the implement. "We have all night."
Lemmy's antennae quivered, picking up the subtle vibrations in the air—Six's elevated heartbeat, the crackling of the fire, the soft whispers of the other enchanted toys watching from their places on the shelves. She could feel their googly eyes upon her, dozens of them, all eager for their turn. Six hadn't even gotten started yet and she felt close to cracking.
"What... what do you want from me?" Lemmy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Six leaned in close, her breath warm against Lemmy's pointed ear. "I told you, little fairy. I want your service. Your loyalty. Your submission." She pulled back, her hazel eyes glinting with dark intent. "Fairies possess a unique essence—one that can amplify a witch's power tenfold. I can cultivate that essence and finally break through to the next tier of my cultivation."
Lemmy's mind raced. So that's what Six meant by "breakthrough." The witch wanted to use her as a power source, a living battery for her dark magic.
"And if I refuse?" Lemmy challenged, even as the wooden horse's edge bit deeper into her taut pink flesh.
Six laughed, the sound melodic yet chilling. "Oh, my dear sweet Lemmy Wink. You don't seem to understand your position." She gestured around the room at the collection of sentient toys, all watching with their unblinking googly eyes. "My darlings here are very, very good at what they do. They've broken creatures far more stubborn than you."
The riding crop bounced eagerly. "It's true! It's true! Remember that stubborn dryad, Mistress? She sang so prettily by the end!"
"Indeed she did," Six agreed, stroking the crop affectionately. "Now then, Lemmy Wink." She positioned herself to the side of the bound fairy, the crop raised. "Shall we begin your re-education?"
Lemmy closed her eyes, reaching deep within herself for some spark of power. If this was truly her first trial, then she would endure it. She would survive. Some how.
But as the first crack of the riding crop echoed through the gingerbread cabin, followed by the crop's delighted squeal of "WHEEEEEEEEE!", Lemmy wondered just how much she could truly withstand.
The night had only just begun.
"SMACK!"
"AHHH!"
"SMACK!"
"OOOF!"
"WEEEEE TAKE IT BITCH!"
"SMACK!"
"GAH!"
"DO I FEEL GOOD!"
"SMACK!"
"TELL ME YOU LOVE IT! SAY IT!
"SMACK!"
"KIYAAAA!"
Lemmy Wink felt the sting of the riding crop across her ass! The flesh of her buttock rippled more than it should of at just the flick of the wrist, dealing much more force than it should have a right to. That's when Lemmy realized that Six's love toys were enchanted in more ways than the most obvioues, they were strong. They had enchanted strength.
Lemmy cried out as Six dealt out a volley of blows that made her thick ass jiggle and ripple. The riding crop spoke up; "I love beating your ass!"
Just then there was a flash of blue light that raced through the cabin, and everyone's eyes went wide! Lemmy Winks mind on the brink quickly imagined that it was her people come to find her or perhaps some human enemy of Six. But her hopes were soon dashed.
Six's eyes went wide, "I-I just advanced my cultivation of the dominator queen path!" Six's nipples hardened, "The exp provided from punishing a rare fairy species is incredible!"
Lemmy heart sank in her chest, the blue flash was Six getting stronger, not someone coming to save her.
Six paused and walked to her bedroom table picking up a blindfold, a moment later she tied it around Lemmy Winks eye's, her heartbeat faster as her dread increased, now she couldn't see a thing.
Six slowly walked around Lemmy wink, randomly striking her rib's, and nipples. Six aimed carefully and delivered a well-placed strike to Lemmy's vulva still resting on the pointy wooden triangle!
Lemmy Wink screamed, but in pleasure. Something strange that she had never felt before had awakened in her, between her, and it was threatening to burst.
The riding crop noticed and gave Lemmy more shit.
"Huaha-hahah she's going to come from the beating that I'm giving her! She's just my type Mistress!"
Six arched one of her elegant eyebrows impressed that the little fairy could handle so much punishment without coming. It was time to increase the pressure. Six held up the riding Crop
and slowly let go of it, it remained floating in the air! "Keep it up."
The enchanted riding crop with googly eyes laughed, "Yes Mistress!"
"HE-YEA!"
"SMACK!"
"SUBMIT!"
"SMACK!"
"GAAH!"
Six went to her weighted clamps and adjusted the weights for Lemmy Winks size and scale, she took her time as she listened to her Riding Crop punish Lemmy in the background all the while talking down to her. Six paused and licked her fingers, touching her erect clit as she watched her enchanted riding Crop build rhythm and tempo as it dominated Lemmy Wink.
Six returned with the weighted clamps, each one fitted with tiny googly eyes that blinked up at her with sadistic glee. "Hello, little fairy!" one of them squeaked. "We're going to be best friends!"
Lemmy, still blindfolded, could only hear the high-pitched voices approaching. Her body was already trembling from the relentless assault of the riding crop, which continued its work with enthusiastic dedication.
"TAKE IT!" SMACK! "YOU LOVE IT!" SMACK! "ADMIT IT!"
Six leaned in close, her breath hot against Lemmy's pointed ear. "These are my nipple clamps," she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "They're very eager to meet you."
"Please," Lemmy gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, I—"
"Please what?" Six purred. "Please more? As you wish."
The first clamp bit down on Lemmy's swollen, purple-tinged nipple with a viciousness that belied its small size. "GOTCHA!" the clamps cried as they squealed with delight.
Lemmy threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing against the wooden horse. The sharp edge dug deeper into her sensitive pink sex, and the combination of sensations—pain, pleasure, and something darker and more primal—threatened to overwhelm her entirely.
The second clamp latched onto her other nipple with equal enthusiasm. "My turn! My turn! Yippee!"
Six stepped back to admire her handiwork. The tiny weights attached to the clamps swung gently with each of Lemmy's labored breaths, biting into her sensitive pink nipples in a rhythm that matched the ongoing assault of the riding crop.
"Beautiful," Six murmured, touching herself as she watched. Her fingers traced lazy circles around her clit, her arousal evident in the flush spreading across her marble-like skin. "Simply beautiful." Six played with her clit as she watched Lemmy undergo her training.
Lemmy's mind was fracturing, splitting between the agony and an unfamiliar ecstasy that was building within her core. She could feel something stirring deep inside—something ancient and powerful. Her semi-dormant core of power pulsed with each strike, each tug of the clamps, each wave of sensation that crashed through her small body.
Six's eyes narrowed with interest, she felt it—a surge of raw, untamed orgone building within the tiny creature.
The riding Crop shouted ''WHO DOES YOUR ASS BELONG TO!" as the riding crop struck out it delivered a decisive finishing blow to Lemmy Winks pink asshole.
Her eye's behind the blind slammed shut as she felt a surging rush of energy from her base chakra, then she screamed as the pent up energy exploded outward and she came.
"YOU! SPARE ME!"