Fae Captured

Content notes: this story features nonconsent, orgasm torture, and orgasm denial.

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Henry sighed at the sound of his trap alarm, certain it was another small critter. He'd already reset the trap once today, and the last thing he wanted to do was go out and reset it again. But it was almost dusk, when the Fae were most active, and he knew that he was running out of time to catch one. So he gathered his supplies in a small rucksack, strapped a knife to his belt, and headed out into the gloom.

Even in the flat, dim light, Henry knew the path well, and he didn't bother summoning a witch light until he was at the trap site. He spoke a short incantation to lower the trap box down to the ground, and he gasped when he saw what was inside.

One of the Courtly Fae.

Finally, after months of trapping, he had one. It was exceptionally rare to see one of the Fae, and even more rare to trap one. They were dangerous, especially when trapped, and required careful handling. But their byproducts fetched a pretty penny, and Henry had huge debts to pay and no other way to raise money. So he'd spent a long time researching, setting traps, and waiting to catch one. He'd come close - he'd scried them lurking, inspecting the trinkets in his trap, but he'd never before managed to trick one.

This one had been lured, evidently, by the opal crown he'd placed inside last week. While the Courtly Fae were intelligent, they were also impulsive, and the one he'd caught had climbed fully inside the cage and grasped the crown in her hands without registering danger. She was trapped now by both the iron cage and the freezing spell on the crown, and Henry was glad he'd had the foresight to cast the spell. It would give him plenty of time to prepare her.

Henry opened the cage when they were back at the house and pulled her out to get a good look at her. With the freezing spell in place, he could pose her like a doll, and he took the opportunity to inspect her thoroughly. She was short, only five feet, but she made up for that with her curves. Her ass was large, soft, luscious, and her tits were the perfect size for him to squeeze cruelly, leaving finger marks in her flesh. She had waist-length raven hair and unmarred pale skin. Her eyes were an eerie bright blue, doubly uncanny the way they were frozen open and unseeing. Henry pulled her soft pink lips apart with a thumb, and shuddered at the sight of the pointed teeth of the fae.

Henry had prepared a room for his captive and filled it with all the tools he would need. A set of stocks stood in the center of the room and Henry set her in it, bending her over and trapping her neck and wrists between pieces of iron and wood. He noted with satisfaction that her mouth was at the perfect height to take his cock, which had been hard and throbbing ever since he opened the cage.

Before he saw to his physical needs, Henry had to finish binding his captive. Iron cuffs went around her ankles to hold them apart, and a strap dangling from the ceiling would keep her hips high in the air. He locked an iron collar around her neck to keep her docile, and a spider gag in her mouth to keep it open.

Then the wizard went around to her back end, where a perfect, soft, pink pussy awaited him. He longed to probe inside, but he knew how dangerous that would be now. Eventually, maybe... he'd read that there were ways to make it safe. Today, he'd have to content himself with her mouth, and with using his Machine on her. He selected two tools, lined them up, and turned the Machine on. Then he stepped back around to her head, which he held up by her dark hair, and spoke the incantation that freed her from the freezing spell.

The fairy looked around, startled. The last thing she remembered, she'd been reaching for a beautiful jewel that would look so good next to her black hair and fair skin, and now? She couldn't seem to move her head or her arms. There was a man standing in front of her, leering, who she was certain she'd never seen before. Human, by the smell of him.

"Hello, sweetheart." His tone was sweet, on the surface, but held an edge that she didn't like. "I'm Henry. What's your name?"

She struggled to think. What was her name?

Henry chuckled. "Sorry, I shouldn't have. You have a little iron collar on that will make you a bit... fuzzy. Docile. Your memory won't be quite right. I'm going to call you Danielle. Can you repeat that for me?"

Danielle. It wasn't right, but maybe if she said it -- but she couldn't move her mouth, either. Why couldn't she move her mouth?

"Oh, sorry, that's me again. I did gag you, so of course you can't say it. It's just a precaution to keep us both safe. Otherwise, you might try to use those sharp teeth on me, and then who knows what I would do to you." Again, his tone was friendly, but Danielle heard an undercurrent of something dark. She tried to concentrate, but she was overwhelmed by human smell. Henry had pulled something out of his pants and was waving it in front of her nose, tapping it on her cheeks. She gagged, but as she did, he slid it into her mouth.

Finally, Henry's throbbing staff was getting some relief. Danielle's mouth was warm and wet, and with those pesky teeth out of the way, he'd finally find out if the Fae's rumored power for pleasure was real. Henry fed himself into her, pressing past the barrier of her throat easily, until her nose was pressed against the coarse gray hairs of his stomach. The girl was gagging around him, but nothing was coming up, so he decided she could take it.

He began to rock his hips, just barely pulling out before slamming back in. Her throat felt even better than her mouth, and he kept his tip there, feeling a tingle in his balls already. There was no need to impress her with his stamina, so he allowed himself to build to a climax quickly. He came down her throat, holding her head to his stomach as he did, feeling her swallow around him. Fae didn't need to breathe as much as humans, so he stayed inside her as he softened, only pulling out when he was fully flaccid and couldn't stay in her throat any longer.

Danielle's face was covered in tears and drool, red where it had once been fair. Henry squatted down and held her by the chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "I suggest you get used to that. I'm going to do that and worse to you every day." Then he spoke the words that kicked the Machine out of its idle state.

"The squirt of a Courtly Fae like you is one of the most powerful potion ingredients money can buy. Do you feel that vibration on your little clit? My Machine is going to use that to extract your squirt so I can bottle and sell it. You're going to solve all my problems, sweetheart."

Danielle's first orgasm came quickly - the Machine was designed to learn what would please her body best and then use it against her, and it was efficient. She didn't squirt, though, and Henry crossed his arms and frowned at her. "Bad girl. Squirt for me next time." But she didn't squirt on the second one, either. He admonished her again, but he also moved to play with her nipples. He pinched them cruelly and tugged them downwards, first one and then the other. This time, she screamed as she came, and a little bit of squirt tricked out of her and through the Machine's tubing.

As the machine continued whirring, Henry continued toying with Danielle. Nipple play made her squirt without fail, spanking was sometimes effective, and probing at her cute little asshole made her cum very quickly. Soon enough, Henry was hard again, and he used her mouth a second time, tugging on her nipples as he did. They came hard, simultaneously, and Henry was gratified to hear her squirt rolling down the tubes.

Henry allowed the Machine to continue for over an hour, until Danielle had run dry. She was only semi-conscious as he removed the Machine's attachments and replaced them with an iron chastity belt. He released her from the gag and the stocks and placed her on a mattress in the corner of the room, then left, locking her in.

Danielle didn't know how much time went by before Henry came in again. He passed food to her through a slot in the door, as well as a substantial amount of water. She only picked at the meals, and hardly drank at all, preferring to nap and mope in the corner. She tried to disable the Machine, but it was all iron and burned her to touch. The door was iron too, preventing her from escaping, and her iron collar kept her head fuzzy and slow.

When Henry returned, Danielle wanted to fight him, but he simply snapped his fingers and she found herself back in the stocks with the Machine nudging at her most private parts. Henry inspected the plates of uneaten food and the barely-touched cups of water and tutted.

"I'm going to have to punish you for this. You need to eat your food so you can be productive." With the spider gag back in her mouth, Danielle was unable to argue. "This is your first punishment, so I'm going to make it memorable." Henry snapped his fingers and a whip appeared in his hand.

The first blow that landed on Danielle's ass made her squeal. The fifth made her scream. The tenth made her cry. The Fae had legendary healing capabilities, so even when Henry broke her skin, it healed over to a bruise in just a few minutes. But as he continued to whip her, her healing slowed, until her whole ass was covered in dark bruising.

"Eat your food next time, Danielle. And drink everything I give you. Today will have to be a short session, and that makes me unhappy."

Henry kicked on the Machine. He spent just a few minutes making some improvements to it - adding a device to probe inside Danielle's asshole, and suckers that tugged at her nipples. He had an idea that, in time, he might be able to get her to lactate and sell her milk as well. In the meantime, it made her squirt, and that was what was important now. Henry watched with satisfaction as Danielle was forced to cum, stroking her sore ass for emphasis when he wasn't using her mouth for his pleasure.

It surprised Henry how quickly it became routine to torture his captive. It was almost mundane. And any time he grew horny, he could snap her into her bonds and fuck her mouth while she produced the squirt that he needed. It was heaven.

Soon enough, Henry had to head to the market to sell his wares. He packaged his bottles carefully to make sure they'd survive the journey and locked Danielle in her room. For extra security, he locked a chain to the collar around her neck, ensuring she couldn't even get to the door. He piled food and drink around her mattress and instructed her to ration it carefully. Then he set off.

By the time Henry returned home, he had made enough money to settle his debts. He'd planned originally to release his captive once he was debt-free, but now that he knew what a high price he could command, he couldn't bring himself to. The charm of an easy life was calling to him, as was the pure pleasure of the fairy's mouth.

While he was at the market, Henry spent a few coins to obtain three iron-laced rings, three needles, and instructions. He put Danielle in her bonds and got to work. He was nervous when he performed the first piercing, not having had any practice, but he was able to easily thread the ring into her nipple. Danielle howled with pain as he fidgeted with the jewelry, but that didn't bother Henry. The second nipple posed no problems for him either. With these in place, her body should start to produce milk to ease its irritation at the rings.

The third ring required some concentration. With a couple of strokes of his finger, Henry made Danielle's clit hard. All of the stimulation had caused it to grow somewhat, and it stood at attention between the soft folds of her pussy, bright red amongst the soft pink of the rest of her slit. With the final needle, he pierced a spot just behind her clit which would force her to remain stimulated at all times. The piercing merchant had assured him that the iron ring would provide just enough irritation to cause her to squirt more, as well.

Henry didn't use the Machine on Danielle that day. Even with her heightened healing powers, he thought it was best to give her time to recover from the piercings. Instead, he simply locked her back in her chastity belt and released her from the stocks, leaving the room.

He used a scrying bowl to check in on her from time to time, and was gratified to see that his captive was playing with her new nipple piercings, writhing and moaning on the bed. Occasionally, she would try to play with herself through the belt, but couldn't get even a finger inside. Clearly, the days of cumming her brains out with the Machine followed by days of no touch had driven her wild. Perhaps that would lower her toxin levels and he would be able to take her pussy soon.

Henry stroked himself as he thought of his captive's pussy and watched her tug at her nipples. He spilled his seed into a cup, then added it to Danielle's next meal. With the right spell spoken over the finished dish, every bite would deepen her bond with him. If he continued to feed her his spelled seed, it would eventually prevent her from leaving altogether.

When Henry hooked Danielle up to the Machine again, he added one new component: her nipple suckers were now set up to capture milk for him to bottle. She was able to withstand longer sessions now before her pussy ran dry, and he used her mouth three times as the Machine worked her. Her teats produced only scant drops of milk, but he celebrated anyway, drinking them down in front of her as she sagged in the stocks.

As the days wore by, Danielle became more and more docile. She knew now when her sessions were due to begin, and had begun putting herself in the stocks. She could often last four or five hours, and was producing enough squirt that Henry had begun contemplating traveling to markets further away to make additional sales. Her milk production was increasing as well, and that would command an even higher price than her squirt.

One day, at the end of a long session, Henry knelt in front of Danielle and stroked her cheek. "Sweetheart, you've been so good for me lately. As a reward, would you like to suck my cock without your gag in?" The captive nodded eagerly. Her jaw hurt from the gag, and her head was fuzzy with lust the second Henry pulled his cock out. "Good girl," Henry crooned. "But remember, if I feel anything from those sharp teeth, I'll be forced to punish you."

Danielle licked her lips and obediently tucked them around her teeth as Henry plunged into her mouth. They felt heavenly on Henry's shaft, and he only lasted seconds before spilling his cum down her throat. "Good girl," he murmured as he softened in her mouth. "Good girl."

From then on, Henry left her gag off. She was always well-behaved, and he was sure she was bonded to him.

Danielle listened carefully as Henry's wagon bumped down the road to market. Her brain wasn't as fuzzy as it had once been. She supposed that all the exposure to iron was allowing her to build up a tolerance. She was thinking such big words now! And she was almost certain Danielle wasn't her real name. Henry had gotten sloppy when she'd stopped fighting back, and she realized she could use that to her advantage.

On this day, the wizard hadn't bothered to attach the chain to her collar when he left. He was only going to the next village over, and expected to be back the same day. When the wagon was out of earshot, Danielle started counting. 1000 seconds later, she tiptoed over to the door and gingerly tried the handle. The iron burned to touch, but she was fairly sure it wasn't locked. She looked around the room for anything to hold between herself and the doorknob, and eventually settled on ripping fabric from the mattress. With it folded over a few times, the iron only caused a tingle in her hand. She was out!

Quickly, she rummaged around the cottage, gathering supplies. She donned some of his clothes, then stuffed a rucksack with blankets and food. For good measure, she found a knife that she could wear on her belt. She couldn't find a key to her collar, and decided she would just have to leave with it on.

The front door wasn't locked - no mortal would be foolish enough to steal from a wizard, and no fae would care to. As she stepped out into the sunshine, she felt a pang of regret. Henry was so nice to her, after all. Did he really deserve to come home and find her gone? Danielle went back inside and quickly wrote a note, thanking him for everything but explaining it was time for her to go home. As she walked down the lane, she saw a flower she knew Henry would love, and decided to bring that inside for him. On her third walk down the lane, she saw a perfectly ripe apple, and brought that inside too.

When Henry returned home, he was shocked to see the front door open. Inside, he found his captive standing at the kitchen table, preparing a duck for dinner. She smiled brightly up at him. "Hi! I thought you might like a duck."

Rage boiled inside him. He grabbed the slut by the hair and dragged her back into her room, immediately bonding her in the stocks. Then he pulled the pants roughly off of her shapely ass and landed four blows across it with his whip. That calmed him considerably, enough to ask what she thought she was doing. She explained that she had meant to leave, but she wanted to do something nice for him before she did. As she described all the trips she'd made, gathering supplies for a feast, he realized that his semen-based bonding spells had worked. She hadn't been able to leave, and didn't even realize it.

Still, she would have to be punished for leaving the house without permission.

Henry twisted a knob on the Machine and closed the door behind him. For hours, it brought Danielle to the brink of orgasm. She'd come to enjoy her sessions, ending them blissed-out and sleepy, but this one was torture. Every time she was about to tumble over the edge, the Machine would power down, not allowing her any pleasure. But it was still set up to extract squirt until she ran dry, so it didn't stop. Until she started squirting, then stopped, it would continue running.

The smell of duck roasting drifted into the room, making her stomach grumble. She heard him eating, then washing up. Between edges, she would call out for mercy until he finally re-entered the room. He was shirtless and his cock was hard, and he immediately plunged it down her throat. It had been a full day since he'd used her, and the exquisite pleasure of her mouth was irresistible. He quickly came, but kept rocking his hips into her mouth even as he softened. In just a few minutes, he hardened again, then fed her another load.

As Danielle swallowed Henry's seed, the Machine coaxed her to another edge. This time, she squirted hard as the Machine turned off. A huge volume ran down the Machine's tubing; in one load, she nearly hit her average daily production. Henry watched in amazement as the Machine hummed back to life and she squirted a second time, then a third. He slid his member back between her lips; he couldn't get hard again so soon but he wanted to enjoy the feeling as his captive made him rich. But she couldn't squirt a fourth time, couldn't even get to the edge again.

The Machine beeped an error and Henry went to inspect it. Apparently, the fae was overstimulated, and the Machine couldn't find a way to edge her. No matter. She had been thoroughly punished, and exceedingly productive. It was time for a rest.

Henry once again made tweaks to the machine. If his captive produced best from edging, he'd keep edging her. Her need made her more docile and fuzzy-headed than ever, as did the magical bond of his bespelled jism. He didn't need to lock her in her room anymore - he rarely even closed the door. Between sessions with the Machine, she'd lie on her mattress and play with her nipples or probe her own asshole, desperately seeking an orgasm.