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Ciri's Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: +S through Z > Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Views: 124150 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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No beta so forgive any terrible and obvious mistakes I have made.

Thanks for the reviews and comments, they're the reason I finally got around to finishing this chapter.

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Yennefer had never been fond of the Academy or Oxenfurt in general really. The Redanian city, home of the famous school was filled with old pompous fools with too many books and too little knowledge. Added to this were all the students, young and naive, most of which arrogantly thought they were going to change the world. The city reeked of self-importance, it reminded her of being at court but without the opulence that followed royalty.

So she silently regarded the man who sat behind the desk of the so-called great library with as much distaste as she had for the city. He was an older man, with graying hair cut short and neat. He was so engrossed in whatever was reading he had not noticed her enter.

She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the man and waited for his response. His eyes darted up wide with surprise then narrowed slightly as he quickly looked her up and down. She wore her normal traveling clothes, black leathers, pants and jacket, a silver medallion attached to a choker around her neck, a black travel cloak draped over her shoulders, its hood down.

"The library is closed to the public," he stated dismissively.

"I'm not interested in your library." Yennefer replied curtly. She had been on the road for weeks now, retracing Ciri's steps, traveling the coast from one backwater village to another. The weather had turned in the last few days, a storm rolling in from off the sea making her travels even more miserable than they had already been.

"Then why-"

"I'm looking for a girl, green eyes, ashen hair, a scar-" Yennefer traced line down her cheek. "-over her eye. I was told she had planned to make a stop here."

The librarian put down his book and looked back up at Yennefer, regarding her carefully for a moment. "And what of her?"

Yennefer focused in on the man. Using magic to read another person's mind was frowned upon by most. A person's thoughts were there own and reading them was a violation, an unholy act, that did nothing to help cull the hatred people felt towards sorcerers. But Yennefer cared little about that, she needed answers even if she knew she would not like them.

The man was weak-willed, his mind as easy to read as the open book in front of him. Images flashed before her. More than images. Sights, smells, sounds, even emotions. The creek of a chair, the press of its hardwood against his thigh. She saw his memories through her eyes as if they were her own. She lived his experience. And she saw Ciri standing there, in the same place she now stood. Water dripping from her ashen hair, her clothes clinging tightly, wet and heavy, to the curve of her breast, her eyes bright.

"So she was here." Yennefer mused. "Why?"

"I never said she-"

"You did not have too." Yennefer interrupted. "Your thoughts are guarded as poorly as this library."

"What?"

"The girl." Yennefer glared. "What business did she have here?" she said the words slowly, loudly and did not hide the contempt from her voice as she stepped closer to the desk.

"I am High Custodian Alar--"

The man stopped mid-sentence at Yennefer's pointed look. "I do not care," she interrupted silencing him

She looked into the man's mind again and more memories came to her. Two beautiful green eyes staring up, dark with desire. Ciri's lips wrapped tightly around his cock, her mouth so exquisitely warm and wet. It felt- No, Yennefer did not want to think how amazing it felt, but how could she not. The memory flooded through her. The sound of it, the wet slurp of her daughter's tongue, of the drool escaping her lips and mouth as she slobbered over the man's cock. The way her tongue danced around his shaft, the way her cheeks hollowed and pulled as she suckled on him with a desperate need to drink down his seed. The memory was so damned good. Yennefer clenched her jaw and ignored the unwanted warm flush of desire that ran up her spine.

Reading a man's mind was more than just seeing their thoughts. It was closer to reliving them, not as a spectator looking on but as a participant. Every feeling and emotion of the moment was much hers as his. The stolen memories were vivid enough to be her own, as if Ciri was buried between her legs instead of the perverted old man's.

Sometimes she hated telepathy.

"She was looking for something," the Librarian said.

Yennefer snapped to attention, revived by the man's comment. She had lost herself in the memory, she couldn't' let herself do that.

"Show me," Yennefer demanded shaking the thoughts away.

"I can't" he shook his head.

"You can and you will or I will make sure everyone in Oxenfurt knows what you actually do here at night."

He flinched at the threat and looked at her for a moment before he gave a resigned sigh. "Fine," he muttered as he motioned her back to the library. The halls were large lined with shelves stocked full of books, tomes, and scrolls. The air was dry and dusty and smelt faintly of mold. The building was nearly completely silent, their footsteps muffled by thousands of pages of aged parchment.

She followed him towards the back of the library to a somewhat secluded spot that opened up to a reading table, rows of shelves surrounded them and the librarian went to quick work looking over each shelf until he found what he was looking for.

He returned to the table with a number of books in hand. A large ancient overbound tome that looked to be falling apart and a few newer volumes, bound with leather, markings on the front denoting their titles and authors.

"Books on beasts and monsters," he said motioning to the books on the table. "I showed her where they were and that's it."

She did not need to read his mind to know he was lying but even still the librarian's thoughts were so loud they might as well have been shouting them at her at the top of his lungs.

Ciri had been here alright. Yennefer could see it as if it was happening right then and now. The green-eyed ashen hair beauty on the table, bent over, her legs spread. The proof her arousal running wet between her legs and coming from her mouth in breathy whorish moans. The librarian had fucked her daughter, drove his cock into her aching cunt and she had loved every moment of it.

Yennefer swallowed down the bile in her throat, her hand traced over the table where the librarian had previously taken her adopted daughter. Fucked her until she had came. It was an odd revolting mixture of her own disgust and the lingering memories of the man's arousal. She wasn't sure if she wanted to puke or do something else much more disgusting.

The effects of the memory were not missed by the librarian.

"Are you alright?" he asked and reached out but she swatted his hand away. Giving him a look of utter distaste.

She had been down this road before.

Ciri had been missing for months now. Yennefer had picked up her trail on the southern coast and had followed it north until she ended up here in Oxenfurt. There were a lot of stops between here and the southern coast. A lot of seedy taverns, and seedier men.

This mans memories had been unwelcome but not unexpected. It had not been the first time she had been bombarded with images of her adopted daughter in sordid acts of depravity. How many shady taverns had she visited, how many run down backwater villages.

How many men with vivid memories of her beautiful Ciri knelt down submissively before them. Her lips wrapped around their dirty disgusting cocks. The glimmer of lustful delight in her green eyes as she stared up at them from her knees. She did not want to think of how many times she had watched the memories of men fucking Ciri, cumming on her face and tits, treating her like a piece of meat to stick their dicks into. She did not want to remember the salacious moans of pleasure Ciri would make every time they did.

The depravity of it all was almost overwhelming. Yennefer had almost lost herself to it a few times while reading the minds of those men. Getting too caught up in their thoughts and feelings, forgetting where she was, who she was, as her mind was flooded with the hormonal high the men felt while they fucked Ciri.

She had almost succumbed a few miles south in a shit hole of a tavern in a shit hole of a town. The memories so fresh and vivid she and fallen into an almost stupor unable to shake the image of Ciri squeezed between two fishermen, their cock's filling both her pussy and ass while she sucked eagerly on a third.

She had almost lost herself to it, the men whose mind's she had read had seen her change of attitude as an invitation and led her upstairs, much as they did with Ciri. They had planned to do to her what they had done to Ciri. Take her in every way possible, use her cunt, ass, and mouth. Fuck her raw until they could no more and in that moment Yennefer was going to let them, Yennefer wanted them too.

But they had been too eager, too rough, one of the mans greedy hands had grabbed her too quickly and too hard causing enough pain to snap her out of her daze and bring her back to her senses. She had left two of them crippled and the third fearing for his life. She would not let that happen again.

Yennefer shook her head, turning back to the librarian. "What was she here for?."

The librarian looked at the books before them and gave a slight shrug, they where mostly bestiaries, information on the local monsters and other wildlife.

"I don't know why," the librarian offered. "I didn't ask questions."

Yennefer opened one of the books, sifting through the pages quickly, then went to another. A book of monsters. Was she on a hunt? She thought to herself, before pausing to moving closer to the books. A few pages missing.

"Do you have another copy of this?" she lifted the book up showing him the spine.

He shrugged and shuffled back to the shelf returning quickly with another book, that looked near identical, if not newer than the one Yennefer was looking at. Yennefer quickly took it from him, finding the missing pages wincing as she read their content.

Yennefer turned to face the librarian, "Was this night the only night you saw her,"

The librarian looked apprehensive, but the question was all it took to send his mind back to those memories Yennefer was looking for.

"Harder!" Ciri's voice came to her, a raspy demand before she moaned out in pleasure. Her ass clenched tightly around his cock, almost painfully so. He pulled back her body resisting the movement and Ciri moaned again louder, gasping. Her skin gleamed with sweat, her teeth clenched as she stared back at him through her mussed hair. "Fuck me," she mewed, "please," she begged.

These memories were different, fresher. They were no longer in the library. Instead a room, maybe his home or an inn somewhere. Yennefer tried to shake the stolen memories out of her mind.

She was pulled back to it. Images of Ciri crying out as he grabbed a fistful of hair pulling her head back forcing her to arch her back. With a grunt, he forced his cock as deep as he could into her again and again. The sick sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled her ears. The unbelievable sensation her body squeezing and pulsing around his cock surged through her.

"Please," Ciri begged and Yennefer shuddered with the memory. Her daughter was desperate to be debased by this man, to be used, to be fucked. What had happened to her.

"Harder!" she cried out.

"She came back looking for a professor. Hoat was his name. He had left the Academy a year ago. She did not say why." Yennefer barely heard the librarians words.

Ciri's lips surrounded his balls, she sucked and licked on his flesh, her fist pumping his cock with rapid strokes. The librarian moaned and Ciri pulled back opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue catching the first squirt of cum in her mouth. Another landed on her cheek up across her scar sealing her eye shut. She leaned forward sealing her lips around the head of his cock drinking down another wad of cum with a satisfied moan.

"And where is this Professor Hoat now," Yennefer spat out trying to stop herself from being ill.

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The Karlik estate was large, and sat in the foothills to the east, with a marvelous view of the mountains. Well staffed and guarded, more of a small village than a simple Lord's mansion. A large wall, made of red and brown brick covered in ivy ran the border of the compound, tall enough to afford privacy for those inside. Even still she could make out the rooftops of more than a half dozen buildings, some very large. The main gate was cast iron, guarded by two men in well-made armor.

Lord Karlik had wealth and did little to hide it. Why he had decided to take a Professor from the Academy under his employ she did not know.

"Yennefer of Vengerberg," she stated to the guard at the gate. "Court sorcerer of Emperor Emhyr var Emreis. I sent word of my arrival."

The guard looked at her suspiciously. "I will have to check," he said warily. Nudging the guard beside him. The man sighed heavily and left the guard post.

"What is your business here." the guard asked the uncertainty still evident in his voice as he continued to look her up and down unsure what to make of her.

"My business is my own." Yennefer replied, the thought had occurred to her to read this man's mind but she quickly dismissed that. It would do her no good to experience another man fucking Ciri. So they stood with an uneasy silence.

"Caleb says to let her in," the second guard said as he came back to his post.

The estate was even larger than she had expected, a large villa was built on top of a small hill that overlooked the rest of the Lord's lands. A dozen buildings, a small vineyard, and garden and a large pond and running stream all hidden behind the well fortified and guarded walls.

Professor Hoat was waiting for her outside one of the larger buildings tucked away in a more wooded area further from the Lord's villa. He was a tall man, thin, with dusky brown hair. He looked to the tail end of his thirties, younger than she had expected.

He greeted her amicably and ushered her into the building and out of the sun.

"I'm pleased to meet you," Hoat said offering his hand, she took it, noting his slight eastern accent. "I have been quiet anticipating you since our Lord Karlik received word of your visit from Oxenfurt. It is not often we are visited by a sorcerer from the royal court."

Yennefer pursed her lips into a tight smile and nodded at him. The building they were in was older than she had expected, old stone, reinforced and solid. Most likely a part of an old keep or castle that they had built over when they build the Lord's estate.

"You have traveled far I am sure you do not wish to waste any more time. Your letter said you were looking for someone." The professor said, leading her down a hallway.

"Yes," Yennefer replied, "A young girl, ashen hair, green eyes, I am to believe she was heading this way."

"Cirilla," Hoat nodded. "Yes, yes she came here not too long ago. A troubled young woman."

Yennefer turned to look at the man as they made their way down the hall, truly look at him. His mind was a blur of different thoughts, difficult to read. Images of books, diagrams of creatures, a lab, vials of liquid, a theater of some sort, ropes and ties, chains, a feast, the jeers of a crowd, it all came to quick and fast before fading out to nothing.

Unlike the brutes and fools she had been dealing with since trying to find Ciri the Professor was a well-educated man and if he specialized in monsters he would have had experience with magic before. It would be more difficult to read him, especially when they were on the move. She would need to put more effort into reading his mind but that could wait, for now, he was willing to talk and she honestly did not wish to relive the memories of Ciri gagging on another man's cock if she could help it.

"If you came from Oxenfurt, you must know I was expelled from the Academy," Hoat said, he motioned down another hallway and continued when Yennefer nodded. "Most of the men in Oxenfurt and the Academy are fools. Pompous and arrogant." He stated plainly and shook his head frustrated. Yennefer did not argue. "Could not see the truths so plainly in front of them. Thankfully the Lord here is not so short-sighted."

She followed him through into a workshop, a large hall with torches lining the walls, large windows letting in as much sunlight as possible. There were countless candles and incense, an attempt to mask the smell most likely, only to partial success.

On a table to her left were three drowner corpses laid bare and spread, their chests had been opened exposing their inner organs, a man stood over one of the creatures his face covered in a mask, he glanced up for the briefest moment before going back to work on the corpse.

On the other side of the room another table, a dead water hag, in a similar state as the drowners, both of its limbs missing.

"Hag liver calms fever better than any weed or potion." Hoat offered as an explanation. Yennefer gave him a worried glance.

"This is what got you expelled from the Academy?" she asked, knowing there had to be more to the story, simple dissections would not warrant that.

Hoat continued through the hall, passing a dead fiend on another table. "These creatures are a resource gone unused for too long. They kill our livestock, destroy crops and property and even kill men and women. We in return kill them and leave their bodies to waste away when they could offer us so much."

"You're harvesting them," Yennefer said, eyeing the gars of organs that lined shelves and the tools laid bare beside each table, knives and saws, buckets and barrels. "To sell."

He shrugged in response.

"Still this hardly seems reason enough to expel you from the Academy," she asked.

They left the workshop and went down a flight of stairs, then another, and another. "The more I learned of these monsters the more I learned they were not so different than us. The the same things drove them as all beasts. A drowner, or a great plains lion, or the peasant working the fields, all the same really."

They stopped in front of a large door, made from wood reinforced with iron with large bolts on each side. There was cloth pressed into the seems where it met the wall.

"But the Academy refused to listen," Hoat said bitterly as he pulled the cloth from the seems. "They called me perverse and forced me out." he shook his head and began unbolting the door.

There was a surprising warmth emanating from the room and Yennefer felt herself flush, a shiver running up her spine. Hoat entered seemingly unaffected and she followed.

There was a single specimen here, strapped and chained, at first Yennefer thought it was a young woman, leather straps crossing over her bare breasts, her chest heaving with every breath, her nipples peaked. An iron collar wrapped around her neck and a mask covered most of her face, a phallic shaped rod was pressed between her legs and up and inside of her body. Then she saw the horns on her head, the goat-like lower legs. A succubus.

"What is this?" Yennefer asked glaring at him, she leaned against a table beside her that was lined with glass cylinders. She focused in on him trying to read his thoughts.

Before his mind had been a chaotic jumble of two dozen thoughts making it nearly impossible to focus on just one. Now there was nothing, not a hint of a whisper, just nothing, as if she was trying to read the mind of a rock.

"The key to all my research," Hoat replied and licked his lips. "As I said before, monsters are no different than you or I. The same things drive them, a will to live, to eat, to fuck."

Hoat smiled. "At first I thought succubi were purely magical in nature, that they used some kind of spell or witchcraft used to entice their prey. I was very much surprised to find that that was not the case. It's almost purely natural, no magic at all, just hormones secreted in the air that warps and twists our minds."

"You see I'm intrigued by these creatures. Every part of their life. Their mating habits most especially. It's the driving force behind everything really and if you know what drives something then you know how it will react and you can act accordingly." His voice had an edge to it now. "That's what your precious Ciri came to me for. She had a most interesting problem."

"Where is she," Yennefer whispered but couldn't take her eyes off the succubus as it shuddered again, sweat ran down its toned tanned body. Its cunt clenched tightly around the faux cock as her body convulsed with pleasure.

"She had run into trouble during a drowner hunt. Even with all her training, the poor girl had managed to lose her weapon during the fight. She had thought she was going to lose it all but something so much more interesting happened. They took her in that swamp, Fucked her until she loved it."

Yennefer glared at the man.

"Her words not mine," he smiled. "She told me that after it had happened she couldn't stop thinking of it, reliving it in her mind, she liked it. So she sought me out, thinking she had caught some kind of disease from the creature, maybe even a curse."

"She never considered the actual truth though. Drowner's blood makes a half decent cure for foot fungus but nothing more. Worthless disgusting creatures really. The truth was that your dear Ciri was just a whore that loved to be fucked. Man or beast, it hardly mattered."

Yennefer grit her teeth tired of this man's tale. "Tell me where she is before I kill you."

"And how will you do that? You can barely stand." Hoat said.

Yennefer looked down at her hand, her knuckles white with strain as she struggled to hold herself up against the desk.

"And besides if you could I'm not sure your magic would even work here." He turned to the succubus and slapped it across the ass earning a distressed yelp of pleasure from the creature. "This succubus isn't the only live specimen we keep here. You have no idea what we have locked away in the lower levels, such marvelous creatures. Creatures that would not be pleased with how we treat them. My Lord has spent a fortune lining these walls with enough deuterium to supply a thousand witch hunters. And you would not believe how many bags of gold were spent on anti-magic wards."

Hoat walked towards the succubus grabbing a cloth and rubbing it against her sweat soaked stomach. He took a deep breath and shuddered his fingers trembling.

"It's intoxicating isn't. You can't even smell it or taste it, but it's there." He looked at the trapped succubus and licked his lips "It just oozes off of her. We had to seal the room it was so strong." he shook his head with a smile as if he was remembering something fondly.

"I'm not a cruel man, I will tell you what happened to Ciri. She stood just where you did but she did not try to fight what was about to happen to her nearly as much as you are." he lifted the sweat-soaked cloth and rubbed it across Yennefer's neck.

Her eyes went wide with shock.

"Amazing isn't it."

Yennefer's legs trembled as pleasure coursed through her entire body.

"It started much like this," he said his fingers trailed across her shoulder, slipping under the slip of cloth dragging it over until it lay on her arm.

Yennefer wanted to smack that stupid grin off his face but found herself unmoving, unwilling, her head spun in a daze, almost as if she had drunk to much wine, but different in its own way. She was too damn warm and his simple touch felt too damn good.

His hand cupped her cheek turning her head to face him. Violet eyes stared at his dark ones. She needed to do something, fight or, the thoughts got lost in her head as his hand traveled down over her neck. She should let him choke her. Yes! Her eyes danced with the idea, heat pooling in her belly. He could hold her down, and take her, drive his hard long cock into her aching cunt as…

"Ahh," Yennefer gasped the professor's hand made its way lower, cupping one breast, Yennefer arched towards him wanting more.

"That's a good girl" He smiled knowingly. "On your knees," he ordered and gently pushed her down.

Yennefer fell to her knees before him without a fight, her eyes wide and bright as she looked up at him.

"Ciri came to me looking for answers as you did." his hands dug into his pants wrapping around his hardening cock before pulling it free. "and she found something so much better."

Tears welled in Yennefer's eyes but she could not look away as he pressed the tip of himself against her cheek, wet precum smeared over her face as he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. She gasped as she felt an unbelievable need to taste him rush over her.

"Ciri had a most delicious mouth," he pressed himself against Yennefer's lips and she opened them with a moan. Her body felt like it was on fire.

"That's it," Hoat moaned. "Just like your whore of a daughter."

Yennefer didn't hear the comment, she couldn't do anything but moan and suck. the need to feel him cum inside her, taste his seed nearly overwhelming her. She felt tears spring to her eyes as her mind failed to resist whatever was happening to her.

"I kept her all to myself for nearly a week." his hand entangled in Yennefer's hair. "Used her in every way a man can use a woman. And she begged for it every time."

Yennefer gagged as his cock pushed against the back of her throat, she pulled back gasping around his length, god he tasted good, her lips sealed around him and her head began to bob back and forth, so damned good. She was drooling slobbering mess, her chin and lips wet with her saliva, her eyes watering more as she sucked the man's cock. With every movement, with every taste, she felt a tinge of need grow between her legs. She wanted to taste him, to roll his cum over her tongue before swallowing it down whole, almost as much as she wanted him inside her aching cunt.

"Then I put he to other uses."

His cock pressed against the side of her cheek, bulging it out, she looked up at him her eyes wet, his thumb ran across her cheek catching a tear. "So much more fight in you," He said he pulled back but Yennefer couldn't' stop herself from chasing his cock with her lips, keeping them sealed around his head, her tongue vibrating against his glands as she moaned with desperate unwanted need.

"Good girl,"

Yennefer could hear him murmur, his hand almost tenderly guiding her actions. Her lips sealed around his length, her tongue bathing his cock. The taste of him in her mouth, musky and salty and so incredibly. She wanted, her mind dozed, then reeled, what did she want? Not this, no.

She looked up again, violet eyes dark, face flush and stained with tears. She hated this man, wished horrors upon him that would bring most men to their knees but she couldn't stop herself from suckling on his wet hot cock. Could not stop the moans of pleasure and the increase wetness pooling between her legs. She hated him but could not bring herself to act out against him, could not fight back. she needed him more. And uncontrollable want to have him inside her any way she could.

His grin told her she knew exactly what she was going through.

"That's it Yennefer of Vengerberg," his hand tightened in her dark hair. He shuddered and she felt him throb in her mouth. Warm cum spilled over her tongue and teeth and filled her cheeks and she nearly sobbed at the taste of him. Warm and bitter and disgusting and thick. He came, spilling his seed until it leaked from the sides of her lips. He grinned and pulled back. Watching as Yennefer leaned over and coughed spitting his jizz over the floor before raising her gaze up to him, cum covering her lips and chin.

He slipped himself back into pants and reached to the counter were a number of small vials lay, clear liquid inside.

"The Succubi's essence in its distilled form," he said answering Yennefer's questioning look. "Up," he reached down grabbing her arm and pulling her back to her feet. He wiped her chin and offered his cum covered finger to her and she eagerly sucked it clean.

"The beauty of it--" he said rolling the vial in his fingers between his fingers. "--Is that it does not change the nature of the affected. It sends your libido into overdrive and strips away all will to fight, to resist, and makes you incredibly suggestible. But it's still you in there. You will still hate me, you will despise everything single thing you do but you will do it and it will feel amazing."

"Where is she," Yennefer gasped her breath still labored.

A dark smile crossed Hoat's face and he grabbed Yennefer by the arm. He pulled her down another hallway, then another and through a large amphitheater. Dozens of private booths faced a raised stage. Large enough for a stage play and a dozen actors. All Hidden away deep within the compound.

"What is this?" she asked confused.

"You will see soon enough." he pulled her forward. They went up stairs until the sunlight once again poured through windows, the plain stone walls replaced with well-decorated plaster, art, and fine furniture.

He brought her through the hallway leading to a large room, she could hear it before she saw it. Needy desperate moans, pleasurable groans, and the too familiar sound of flesh slapping on flesh.

The room was large and well decorated, on the far side a four post bed sat, ornate enough to be for nobility. She lay on it, her precious Ciri, naked as the day she was born. Her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat her face sown up in a pleasurable wince.

Her ass was nearly hanging off the edge of the bed. Held up by the two large hands of a heavy set man. His own primal grunting overtaking Ciri's softer moans. He fucked her hard, his fingers digging into her pale flesh. Her ashen hair was loose partly fanned out on the bed behind her partially covering her face.

Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust and she cried out, her stomach tightening her legs squeezing the much larger man's hips.

"Please," she begged, her once proud voice demure and pleading. "Mmhh fuck!" she cried out her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she was taken.

Yennefer stood dumbstruck, she had read the minds of so many men, relived the memories of Ciri being fucked so many degrading ways but seeing it first hand was something else. She didn't know what to do, she stepped forward and immediately felt a hand grab her arm.

Hoat's grip was tight and hard, demanding her to stop.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Hoat asked.

Yennefer stared at him speechless. She would stop this sordid act. His hand came up to cup her cheek and her breath nearly stopped.

"He is a very rich man and he paid a very high price to fuck her."

She hated him but all thoughts of anything but the feeling of his hand on her were forgotten. Behind them the man groaned and shuddered and spit his seed into Ciri's young tight cunt. Yennefer looked back watching as Ciri slipped from the bed onto her knees in front of him. Her mouth opening wide, her tongue poking out as she took his slick cock into her mouth and cleaned off her own juices and the last droplets of his cum with a happy pleasurable moan.

"Professor," the man said with nod noticing they were no longer alone in the room. He pulled his silk robe shut and gave Ciri a final glance. "Tonight's show should be spectacular," he said with a grin and left the room.

"Go," Hoat said motioning to Ciri and Yennefer went to her dropping to her knees cradling Ciri's face. Her eyes were dilated and wide, cum still on her chin. She blinked a few times before truly seeing.

"Yen?" she asked confused, "what are you doing here?"

"I-" Yennefer stuttered her attention drawn downwards towards Ciri's swollen lips, the creamy white cum still on them. She could still taste Hoat's seed on her tongue, she could still feel the warmth of his cock in her mouth and how delicious it had been.

Without thinking she leaned in her tongue teasing out to taste. The bitter saltiness of it made her cunt clench with need, she leaned in closer capturing Ciri's pouty bottom lip between hers suckling greedily at it. All thought of escape or rescue gone.

Ciri moaned, her hands coming up to grasp Yennefer's head as she deepened the kiss, rolling her tongue against Ciri's. She couldn't' stop herself, she didn't want too. Ciri moaned again into her mouth and she pulled back. Ciri's eyes were half closed, her pupils blown out turning her normally green eyes almost black.

She was so beautiful, so-- she pushed forward forcing Ciri to lean back onto the bed and followed her crawling over her body. She was so warm, and wet, her clothes felt stifling hot and too tight as if they were strangling her. She needed to taste her, to lick her way down her body. She needed--

Yennefer felt hands on her hips, strong hands, pulling at the waist of her leather pants. Her head snapped back seeing Hoat standing behind her. He pulled hard, tugging her pants down halfway down her ass. Her entire body dragged backwards and her face pressed against Ciri's breast.

Yennefer's eyes rolled back with a shudder as she felt his hands graze over the curve of her ass, she was dripping wet and aching for this. She pressed her lips against Ciri's sweat covered skin, she tasted of sin and sex. Before she could taste anymore Hoat pulled again her pants coming down over her ass leaving her cunt and ass exposed. The force was enough to pull Yennefer's face further down, between Ciri's legs in front of her bare sex.

She didn't think, she simply acted out of pure raging need, her tongue coming out to lick up Ciri's slit, Ciri moaned loudly in response her thighs coming to squeeze her head holding her in place. She tasted of previous man's cum and Ciri's own distinctness and it nearly made her cum right there and then.

Her lips closed around her clit and she felt Ciri tremble beneath her, moaning some sort of incomprehensible babble. Then she felt it, hard against her own aching dripping cunt.

The first inch of Hoat's cock took her by surprise as he eased into her, almost testing her, before he drove himself into her, hard and fast, stretching her wide, almost painfully so. Yennefer moaned against Ciri's thigh as her vision went near white with pleasure. So much pleasure.

He pulled back, her body greedily squeezing to hold onto his cock before he drove in again. The moan that escaped her was a deprived whorish sounding thing, again he drove into her. Her head forced into Ciri's pussy. Yennefer could do nothing but moan and cry as Hoat took her from behind, his bony hips slamming into her tight ass with every thrust. The disgusting sound of their bodies filling her ears, the smell of Ciri's rape filling her nostrils.

She couldn't. She couldn't be enjoying this. She was being taken against her will, drugged, raped. Faster Hoat moved, harder he fucked her until she was throwing herself back into him driving his cock as deeply insider as she could. Sparks of undeniable pleasure shot up her spine each time he moved.

"Oh fuck," Yennefer's moan was half muffled against Ciri's inner thigh. "Oh gods," her body ached, she was, stars danced across her vision, warmth spread up her spine. She shuddered as a small part of her resisted knowing that this was wrong but she could not stop it. Her cunt clenched around him, every muscle in her body spasming.

She had fucked witchers and kings, sorcerers that were closer to gods than men and none of them had made her feel like this. She came harder than she had ever come before, her jaw clenching tightly as she held back a scream. That same part that resisted not wanting to let him know how good it felt.

For a moment she thought she might faint, her head swam as her body went weak, boneless, she was drooling onto Ciri's thigh and she struggled to keep her eyes open.

Hoat pulled free of her tightness and she felt his seed mixed with her own arousal drip down her thigh. She hated this, hated him, and herself. Her legs parted slightly as best they could with her pants around her thighs. She couldn't help but hope next time he would take her ass.

Hoat sighed heavily, then grabbed Yennefer's hair, pulling her back. She moved from Ciri with a gasp.

"You'll love it here Yennefer of Vengerberg," he said as she slumped down beside the bed. She stared down at her aching cunt, and the mess that pooled between her legs then up to Ciri, she was still laying there, legs spread, eyes clouded as if she was lost in her own little world.

"Roll over," Hoat said to Ciri and the command seemed to snap the ashen-haired girl out of her daze, she focused on Hoat before looking at Yennefer, confusion flashing across her face for the briefest of moments, but she did as commanded and rolled over onto her stomach. Hoat did not ask but Ciri lifted her ass slightly, arching herself up presenting herself to him as an offering.

Hoat's hand traced the curve of her ass and thighs patting them lightly, "Not today, young one." He went to a drawer pulled out a number of leather and iron straps. "You have a long night ahead of you," he said before returning to Ciri and began to bind her arms behind her.

...

Yennefer shook her head slightly and pinched her eyes closed. It was like a fog had enveloped her mind making it nearly impossible to think straight or focus. Hoat's hand on her back led her forward and she complied, letting him guide her back into the theater they had walked through earlier that day.

This time the theater was bustling with activity, the stage was lit, she could hear voices coming from the once empty private booths, smoke hung heavy in the air. There was even music playing, a soft tune to help drown out the conversations and offer privacy to the people hidden away in their booths.

It had been hours since she last seen Ciri. Hoat had bound and gagged her, tying her hands behind her back before wrapping her body with a number of leather and metal straps. Three men had come soon after and escorted her from the room, leaving her alone with Hoat once again. After that it had been a blur as she floated through the rest of the day in a haze.

A group of women had come, and without a word and barely a look they had washed and bathed her, waxed and cleaned, done her hair and makeup. She had been left mostly alone after that, until Hoat had come to her to lead her to the theater.

Night had fallen and Lord Karlik's estate had come alive, it's secret theater booming with activity.

"What is this?" Yennefer asked, she turned looking down where Hoat now sat in a long cushioned seat that was more bed than a chair. Beside him sat a table filled with a variety of wines and liquors. She wondered if all the booths looked just like this one.

He regarded her, his eyes taking their time to run up and down her body. She had been stripped of her clothes, of her belongings only her choker remained. Instead, she had been dressed in little more than a few leather straps, looping under her breasts, around her neck, and around her waist, leaving almost every inch of her flesh exposed.

She had realized quickly that the straps weren't meant as clothing but something for the men to hold onto when they fucked her. The thought thrilled her more than she liked and sent a shiver down her spine to her core.

"My Lord has lived a long life and experienced nearly all it has to offer." Hoat began, he reached up pulling on her of straps until she was forced down to his level half sitting on the floor draped over the seat he was in.

"But he has particular tastes, and he likes to share those tastes with his friends, for a price."

Yennefer tried to look around but could hardly see anything out of her booth other than the stage.

"Privacy is valued of course," Hoat smirked, "But I can tell you that there is more money in this room than in all of Novigrad. With my help the Lord offers men something they will travel far and wide to see." he nearly laughed now, "The Academy expelled me for being a so-called pervert, imagine if they knew what the men that funded them did in their spare time."

Yennefer's brow furrowed but her attention was turned to the stage as the lights dimmed. A man walked out onto the stage.

"Gentlemen and ladies," he began, he was a tall man, wearing tall hat and dark tightly fitted suit. He gave a mock bow with a wide smile, he voice held the barest hint of a southern accent as he thanked the audience for attending. Yennefer's attention drifted as he continued to talk, playing up for a crowd she could not see, he was like a circus performer, prepping the audience for the upcoming show.

The wall of the booths came too far forward and stood too high for her to see anything to her left or right or even behind her, especially kneeling beside Hoat's chair, she shifted uncomfortably, a leather strap digging into her side, if she could just- Yennefer paused and she turned her attention back to the stage.

"She has fought her whole life, hunted and killed, kept our farmers and their families safe." The curtains behind the man began to pull back.

Yennefer watched transfixed as she saw what was behind the curtain. Ciri was tied up, bound to a flat wood table that had been covered with heavy thick cloth. Her arms behind her back, her mouth gagged her eyes blindfolded. She was bent over, her upper body and breasts pressed against the flat of the table. Her lower hanging free over the edge, supported by her legs.

Ciri grunted, her legs kicking out her head twisting around as best it could before she screamed into her gag. Yennefer watched nearly memorized as the muscles in her back and thighs flexed and twisted as she tried to free herself. Years of training to be a witcher had done her well, leaving her body firm and tight, perfect for fighting, perfect for fucking.

Yennefer blinked at the thought, a moment of disgust rising up in her stomach before vanishing completely. Why was she fighting, she could think of nothing more she would like to be in her place, tied up and waiting to be fucked.

"Ciri's a special case, the women here don't normally come to us. Ciri though," Hoat whispered to her, his hand idly stroking Yennefer's hair. "Sometimes we like to relive the memory that brought her to us. I weaned her off the succubi essence, of course, to make it more realistic."

Yennefer turned back and watched as Ciri kick and moan in her gag, desperately trying to free herself.

"Unfortunately our last downer died three days ago, so we had to improvise."

Something moved on the other side of the stage, a hulking thing, walking on all fours, a chain around its neck. Its face was almost human looking as it clambered across the stage. It was built more like an ape than a man, its upper body and head too large for its frame, its skin was deathly pale gray with loose sparse patches of gray fur. A ghoul. Yennefer gasped at the sight of its cock, it must have been nearly a foot long, thick and veiny and slick with something she could not describe and most importantly hard.

"Man, beast or monster, the succubus has the same effect on all creatures.." Hoat explained, "it will only care for one thing."

The ghoul's attention turned to Ciri, helpless, defenseless Ciri. As if she knew Ciri let out a desperate cry that came out as nothing more than a muffled moan from behind her gag.

"What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted." The man on the stage proclaimed dramatically and Yennefer could hear chuckles coming from the hidden crowd. "When our beautiful warrior falls prey to her lesser desires. When the creatures that haunt us take her."

Ciri jerked, strong enough to almost move the table when the ghoul's clawed hand first touched her.

Yennefer stared on wide-eyed, her breathing shallow, she barely felt Hoat's hand run across her shoulder, behind her head.

"This is what this is," she asked, "your rich noblemen travel far and wide to watch monsters fuck women?"

He smiled back at her, "that and so much more," his hand gripped the back of her neck harder urging her up. She did not resist, she did not want too.

Her attention stayed unwavering on Ciri as she heard her moan again and the table she was held down on creaked. The ghoul had moved closer, one claw-like hand on one of Ciri's legs, the touch enough to have the young woman flinching away as much as her bindings let her and crying out.

Yennefer could not look away as the ghoul moved closer, each touch making Ciri flinch and flex and scream into her gag as she struggled helplessly against her bindings. Ciri screamed again and Yennefer could almost feel the energy coming off her, magical energy, she was trying to escape, forced her way out of here, through the bindings, through the deuterium, through the magically warded walls.

For a moment she thought, she hoped it would work. She swore she saw Ciri's body blur for the briefest of an instance, a faint green glow surrounding her, barely noticeable, but as soon as it appeared it vanished and the ghoul moved up, its hard gray veiny cock sliding up against Ciri's bare, exposed thigh.

A sob escaped her lips, his claw-like hands gripping her thin waist. Ciri moaned and Yennefer knew, she could almost feet it herself, that gray disgusting cock pressing up against her cunt. Yennefer moved, straddling Hoat without looking or thinking, her eyes trained on the show ahead of her.

The ghoul moved forward, lurching its hips. Ciri cried out and Yennefer gasped and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in anticipation. But the monster had missed, it's cock slipped up and over cradled between the cheeks of Ciri's ass. A desperate moan erupted from behind Ciri's gag as the ghoul pulled back, it's cock dragging along Ciri's ass leaving it wet and slimy.

It pulled back, slowly this time its cock bobbing between its legs. Its claws dug into the table that held Ciri then it moved, making sure this time not to miss. Ciri screamed and Yennefer moaned as he sank down on Hoat's cock mirroring the ghoul's movement.

The sound Ciri made was a distressed screaming moan as the ghoul plunged itself into her trapped body. It would have made Yennefer's heart break seeing her daughter defiled in such a way if it hadn't turned her on so much.

The ghoul moved, pulling its cock free only to thrust himself back into her. Yennefer mirrored the movements driving her body down onto Hoat's cock, her moans matching Ciri's screams.

Again, and again, Yennefer ground on top of Hoat, barely noticing his own moans, his fingers digging into hips. Again and again, the ghoul fucked Ciri. Yennefer moaned, her cunt clenching tightly around his cock. Ciri screamed, her straining becoming weakened.

Yennefer wished she could see Ciri's face, wish she could have looked into her eyes as she taken. Why did they have to hide her from her? Hoats hands came around her cupping her breasts. God this felt good, felt right.

She could hear the murmurs of the crowd, the music had stopped, leaving nothing but the sound of Ciri's defilement to fill the theater's halls. The sick inhuman grunts from the ghoul, the wet slick sound of its cock driving into Ciri's cunt. The creaking of the wood table struggling to hold up against the incessant fucking and finally Ciri's own desperate painful whimpers.

Ciri's screamed had been replaced with sobs, then slowly moans.

"She cannot fight her nature," the man on stage said, almost reverently to the crowd before him. "The whore will always be a whore."

Yennefer watched as Ciri no longer cried out. Her body shook as each thrust forced her painfully against the table. She moaned, then groaned, her lower abdomen bulging with each penetration. Her ass jiggled with each thrust.

She moaned louder still, matching Yennefer's, not one of pain but of pleasure.

"Man or beast, our whorish witcher does not care."

Faster the ghoul moved more erratic, losing itself in its baser instincts. Ciri sobbed, but Yennefer could see the movement of her hips, the way Ciri lifted her self with each of the ghoul's movements to let him slide deeper inside her. She was fucking the monster back as best as she could, urging it on. She was close as close as she was.

Ciri moaned, then froze her body jerking from the table in ecstasy. Yennefer followed her body clinging tightly around Hoat's cock. His hands dug painfully into her breasts as he came as well exploding into her womb.

She calmed, leaning back against him and watched the ghoul pull free. His cock was followed by a white-yellowish liquid, its seed, thick and heavy more than any man could produce gushed from Ciri's well-used cunt. Her chest heaved heavily as she tried to recover.

"Clear of mind this one will be," the stage-man said after giving the crowd a moment to take in the show, ‘Chained restrained, ready for any who wish to take her. For those that wish to see if they can make her cum as hard as this beast."

Yennefer stiffened.

"Do not worry, she will not be harmed," Hoat said, his hand delicately running up and down Yennefer's bare stomach. "Ciri is much too important to my plans to harm. Her time tonight will be auctioned off, the winners will use her as they see fit. Within reason of course."

His hand dipped lower circling her clit "some men like a little fight in their girls. The challenge of breaking them. She will be cleaned and safe by this time tomorrow though."

Yennefer closed her eyes, leaning back against Hoat's chest as his fingers began to reignite her need. "I have plans for her," Hoat whispered, "for both of you."
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