Bondage Princess Caitlin

The Geas Is Broken

Roxy climbed off the bus and took in the quiet neighborhood in the faint, pre-dawn light. All of the two-story houses were dark and quiet, Roxy passed them warily, her worn sneakers crunching softly on the cracking asphalt. The young girl clutched her leather jacket around her body, it was still chilly, Roxy's breath wafted before her pretty face like a faint mist. She counted off the houses until she found the one where the Lasher was reputed to live. The house was as silent and dark as the others, Roxy trembled, she couldn't feel Caitlin in her mind.

Crossing the street quickly, Roxy ran over to the side of the Lasher's house and reached the backyard fence. Calling upon her Gen-power to control gravity, Roxy levitated over the fence and landed lightly on the other side. Crouching, Roxy stayed close to the house, watching the backdoor, quickly peeking at each basement window that was covered from the inside. Climbing onto the patio, Roxy opened the screen door as quietly as she could and twisted the knob of the backdoor, it was locked.

Biting back a curse, Roxy backed away from the locked door, peering up at the second floor windows. The dark-haired girl smiled triumphantly when she noticed that one of the upper windows was open. Using her power again, Roxy rose into the air, her short skirt fluttering around her slender legs as she drew closer to the open window. When Roxy reached the window, she brushed away the drape and peeked inside.

A slim man lay wrapped in a sheet, sleeping peacefully. Watching the man intently, Roxy slipped one leg over the sill and climbed into the spacious bedroom. Dropping quietly onto the carpet, Roxy crouched for a moment, then cautiously started crossing the bedroom, her attention split between the sleeping man and the bedroom door. Roxy reached the door safely and sighed softly. Gritting her small teeth, Roxy opened the bedroom door and squeezed through, closing the portal behind her. Hearing nothing from the bedroom, Roxy walked down a short hallway that led to a descending staircase. Roxy climbed down the stairs quickly, entered the front foyer, and walked down a dark hallway that led to the kitchen. Sweeping the polished kitchen with her eyes, Roxy found the door that led downstairs to the basement. Roxy tried the doorknob and was grateful when the knob turned without resistance. The wooden stairs were blanketed in darkness until Roxy reached forward and tugged on a short chain, flicking on a single, weak lightbulb.

Roxy gasped sharply, her small breasts pumping, when the psychic link with her sister suddenly flared to life. The short girl held onto the doorframe until the dizziness passed, then she descended the stairs, each step groaning beneath her sneakers.

"Cat?" whispered Roxy, her eyes narrowed to penetrate the gloom of the musty basement. There were other smells in addition to the general dankness of the underground room, sweat and the strong reek of sex. Roxy followed the cloy stench, until she found the damp, stained mattress where Caitlin was sleeping, her mouth stuffed with a rubber ball gag, her wrists handcuffed behind her, her legs bound by leather straps, and her eyes covered by a black silk blindfold. Aside from her bonds, Caitlin Fairchild was naked, her milky white flesh still faintly glimmered with perspiration, dried semen still clung to her thick, red bush.

"Cat, wake up!" hissed Roxy, stroking her sister's short, damp hair while she removed the blindfold and gag ball.

"What?" gasped Caitlin loudly, blinking sleep from her large, green eyes.

"Shhhh!" replied Roxy, covering Caitlin's full lips with a finger. "Keep it down! Just be still until I get you out of that stuff!"

Roxy removed Caitlin's leg bindings without any trouble, but the handcuffs became a problem.

"Did he keep the key around here?" asked Roxy softly, scratching her chin.

"No, I don't think so," answered Caitlin, now partially dressed in panties, torn jeans, sneakers, and bra. "He had it with him when he put the blindfold on."

"Guess I'll have to go upstairs again," sighed Roxy heavily.

Caitlin just stared at her younger sister.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a jiff," smiled Roxy reassuringly before she ascended the creaking stairs.

The kitchen was now lit by the rising sun when Roxy entered the second time. She swiftly searched the drawers until she found a nice, long, kitchen knife with a sharp edge. Brandishing her new weapon, Roxy carefully walked back to the front foyer and looked up at the second floor railing, the coast was clear. Roxy climbed up the staircase, watching the hallway sharply. She reached the top of the stairs and made her way down the hall, a draped window at the end providing a very faint source of illumination. Reaching the bedroom door, Roxy turned the knob, then toed the door open, knife shaking in her right fist.

The bed was empty.

A fist smashed into the back of Roxy's head. She stumbled down the hall and fell, landing on hands and knees, her vision blurring.

The Lasher's plain face was expressionless as he thrust a clenched fist into Roxy's back, pinning her to the carpet. The Lasher rolled Roxy over, sitting heavily on her thighs to keep her in place. Roxy tried to sit up, until the Lasher slapped her hard across the face, making her go limp as she stared at the man towering above her with fear in her large, tear-filled eyes. The thought of using her Gen-power never came to Roxy, instead her terror-filled mind was filled with memories of sights and smells, the vision of a foster father straddling her upon her own bed, the reek of tobacco and alcohol as huge, rough hands fondled her small chest and crotch.

"N..no," whimpered Roxy, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"You're mine," whispered the Lasher softly, pulling up Roxy's skirt and tugging down her panties.

Roxy lay frozen on the hallway floor as the Lasher bent down between her legs, burying his face in her pussy. Roxy moaned softly when she felt the Lasher's tongue caressing her clit, his lips gently pulling on the folds of her cunt. The prone girl's thighs shivered in the Lasher's grasp, he squeezed them while he lapped on her pussy, drool mixing with droplets of her own vaginal honey. The Lasher knelt up from Roxy's crotch and lowered his briefs. He grasped tightly onto Roxy's small hips, an expression of pure ecstasy covering his face when he slipped his erect penis into Roxy's tight cunt. Roxy lay motionless underneath the Lasher, her wet eyes closed as her body rocked from each violent thrust of the Lasher's cock. The Lasher grunted with every stab, his fingers stroking Roxy's bare thighs, his crotch grinding over the young girl's.

The Lasher was bucking faster and faster, approaching a cum-spilling climax, when Caitlin appeared behind him and swung out with one long, luscious leg. The Lasher was smashed into a wall, he fell bonelessly to the floor where he lay in an unconscious heap.

"Roxy?" prodded Caitlin, kneeling next to the paralyzed girl.

Roxy sobbed sharply, rolling onto Caitlin's lap and hugging her sister's slender waist. Wrists still handcuffed behind her back, her Gen-enhanced strength blocked by a magic sigil, Cat could only nuzzle Roxy's raven hair, murmuring soothingly. ***

Sucking soda pop through a straw, Caitlin watched the landscape blur beyond the bus window. She glanced to her left, where Roxy slept, her small arms wrapped tightly around Cat's left limb. Caitlin kissed her sister's hair and smiled before returning her gaze to the desert, the bright sun bathing the desolation in burnished gold.

Caitlin and Roxy left the bus at its next stop. The sun was setting, allowing the temperature to lower to a more pleasant level, a cool breeze ruffling the girls' hair.

"Should we get a hotel room for the night?" asked Roxy, staying close to her tall sibling.

"Let's see if the reservation will let us in, I'm anxious to get this ward removed," replied Cat with a wan smile.

The sisters walked across town, a short trip, and headed for the reservation that wasn't far away. The stars were glittering brightly when Cat and Roxy finally reached an entry gate.

"I can't let you in until morning," said the Indian gatekeeper with a yawn.

"It's very important," retorted Caitlin.

"Sorry," shrugged the Indian.

Silencing Roxy with a squeeze on the arm, Caitlin smiled and walked away from the gate, disappearing into the desert night.

"Now what?" frowned Roxy, running a hand through her short hair.

"We cross the fence," grinned Caitlin.

Finding a stretch of fence out of sight of the gate stations, Caitlin and Roxy crossed easily and entered the reservation. A long stretch of dry earth greeted the girls, with eroded hills waiting in the distance. A single small fire lit the summit of one hill, a beacon that attracted both Gen-actives.

"As good a place as any to start," shrugged Caitlin before she started walking towards the distant hill.

The desert night was getting cold, so Roxy slipped on a pair of black leggings to warm her bare legs underneath her skirt. Sipping briefly from a half-empty bottle of water, Roxy shouldered her bag and followed Cat across the dry earth.

It was nearly midnight when Cat and Roxy reached the top of the hill, where a single, old man with worn, wrinkled, brown skin sat cross-legged before a snapping fire, inhaling idly from a long pipe. The old man slowly raised his white-maned head to regard the girls as they sat on the other side of the merry blaze.

Caitlin nodded her head respectfully, the old man returned the gesture.

"You are cursed. I smell the stink of demon upon you," growled the old man.

"Yes, a demon cursed me. He stole my strength," replied Caitlin.

The old man eyed Caitlin knowingly. "He did not steal it, you gave it up willingly."

"She did not!" snapped Roxy, her eyes ablaze.

"I did," murmured Caitlin softly, lowering her large eyes.

"You regret this?" inquired the old man, taking a slow drag from his pipe.

"Yes."

"You would have me remove the demon's mark upon your flesh?"

"Yes."

"What can you pay me?"

"This is all I have," said Caitlin, removing her t-shirt, baring her naked torso for the old man.

The old man chuckled, then stared hard at Caitlin. "You offer yourself too easily. The demon's taint is strong inside you, you enjoy acting the slut."

"Hey! You old, wrinkled..!" protested Roxy.

"Hush, Roxy! He's right, in a way," sighed Cat. "But I do want to be free of the geas. I want to be strong again."

"Then you must use your strength to do good. You must use what I give you to destroy the demons and other servants of Darkness," said the old man gravely.

"I will, I promise," answered Caitlin, her gaze matching the old man's.

"Give me your hand."

Caitlin stretched out her right arm over the fire, taking the old man's hand. The flames licked Cat's flesh, pain began to course along her limb.

"Do not let go," instructed the old man, holding Caitlin's hand in a vice-grip despite his apparent frailty.

Fire consumed Caitlin's arm, she flinched, the smell of burning meat thick in her nostrils.

"Cat!" shouted Roxy in alarm.

"I'm fine!" exclaimed Caitlin, even though her face was a grimace of pure agony.

Fire flowed through Caitlin's body, memories resurfaced, images of her captivity, her degradation, the pleasure of submitting to her lovers, the raw, animal ecstasy of pain and orgasm. Sweat dripped down Caitlin's skin, it gleamed across her large, bare breasts. She panted deeply, every breath a struggle, as the fire burned away the demon's corruption, excised the sigil that bound her Gen-power.

The old man released Caitlin's hand and replaced his pipe within his mouth, taking a long puff. Caitlin blushed and slipped her t-shirt back on. She took long, cleansing breaths as strength suffused her once more.

"Are you okay, Cat?" asked Roxy tentatively.

"I'm fine," smiled Caitlin Fairchild warmly, giving her little sister a tight hug that stole Roxy's breath away.

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