Training Nildorri
by tannim
March 7, 2013

	Training wasn't fun.  Having her father staring at her intently making her attack him time after time wasn't fun either.  He never let her hit him.  Nildorri could only throw one spell after another in his general direction and watch them simply dissipate against whatever it was he was using to block them, which he wouldn't even tell her what that was.

	"Can I go NOW?" Nildorri slumped down in her chair blinking hard. "It's been over an hour!"

	Obent let himself blink again, letting his own magic relax. "Was there something you wanted to be doing?"

	The little ewe knew that was a trap. "No."

	"Good.  You have to practice more.  Your control is pathetic, even taking into account your age.  There was almost no force behind any of those sad attacks." He suddenly closed one eye and stared at her with the other, using his own style of magic.

	Nildorri's chair jerked out from under her but she couldn't react.  Four ghostly hands appeared over her wrists and ankles and pulled her painfully taut in the air a few feet above the floor.  She looked up at her daddy in surprise and fear.  His open eye met hers, she quickly turned away.

	"I'll get better!"

	Obent floated her closer to him and smacked her little cunt hard enough to make her yell through her long skirt.  He didn't say anything as he let the hands pull her legs open wider and stepped between.  His daughter let her head fall back instead of watching him strip his pants down.  She knew what was coming and he enjoyed that fact.

	"You will indeed." His thin ram dick slipped into her small vagina with practiced ease and he smiled darkly down at her. "You'll be learning quite quickly when I'm done.  I think you need more motivation.  Will the threat of being raped by those living in the woods out back be enough to motivate you?"

	Nildorri clenched her pussy around Obent's dick.  She didn't refuse him when he wanted to use her.  It hurt to say no to her father's lust.  Even with the growing fear from what he said she tried to push her five year old hips up to meet his.

	Obent rode her roughly with hard thrusts making her small body bounce in the magic grip. "If I recall, the last girl they got ahold of made it out alive." He dug his fingers into her soft fleece to squeeze her chubby hips. "The cuts and welts are still healing though.  That should... erf... be good motivation indeed."

	His long scrotum would be swinging between his legs.  Nildorri tried to focus on him instead of what he was saying.  She liked how it looked swinging when he fucked a woman.  She'd made fun of that girl just a few days ago...  Oh, his dick did feel good sliding around inside her with his belly bumping into her clit.  Her father was handsome.  That girl though... they cut her so deeply in so many places.

	Nildorri didn't mind the roughness of the sex.  She was used to Obent making it hurt when she hadn't done well and even at times when she had.  Just the talk and description of what had been done to that teenager was scaring her more.  Her pussy and that pleasure trying to grow let her tune it out, at least until he came and pulled away without letting her finish.

	The ram let his seed spray over her belly and flat, if chubby, chest. "I'm sure they'll welcome you with open arms when they find you in the fallen crate." He was breathing heavy from his lust and orgasm as he let the magic drop her to the ground.  The last thing she saw as he snuffed out her consciousness was a subjugate, her mother no less, bending to pick her up with the usual blank expression. "I think she'll join you as the driver.  Remember to return her intact."

	Nildorri came to a while later.  Everything was dark around her.  Everything was bouncing, too.  She was in a cart, that much was obvious.  By the snapping whip they were going fast.  Then the bouncing stopped and everything was so light.  Hitting the ground woke her fully and painfully.  It also smashed the box.

	Seven bears were ransacking the cart when she sat up holding her head.  An eighth stood over her looking quite interested in the naked young ewe.  Nildorri could hear her mother screaming as they hauled her over.  Her father had put in a borrowed intelligence to make her seem normal.  She didn't worry about where it had come from, she was far more worried about the heavy chains holding her arms helplessly to her side like a disposable slave.

	Obent watched with interest through the window.  With magic zooming in on that area, he had a good view from more than a mile away as the first one crouched to molest his daughter.  They wouldn't hurt her at first.  No, they went for the mature female first to terrorize the younger.  He always loved the expression on Nildorri's face when he gave her mother a personality for a while.  She reacted so much more strongly that way, especially when the tortured sobbing built with the first stab of a claw.

	Nildorri watched the flesh open, something she'd seen plenty of times before, but seeing her mother actually reacting to it made her remember her magic.  Hands were still fondling them both while the young ewe focused to create her own private reality in her mind.  Fires burned there, lightning crackled constantly, and handy daggers of rock and metal lay everywhere.

	She grabbed the imaginary with one eye closing to see it in her mind while the other stayed open to see the real world.  Not able to lift her hands, she created and lifted a third hand, then a fourth to grab the essence of heat and shove it into a rock until it glowed.  Nothing happened outside her thoughts, even as fingers shoved into her sex sore cunt.

	Her mother, Leria, was arching her back in agony at the bear clawing her and raping her at the same time.  The bear turned back to look at Nildorri and lick a bloody claw.  It was clear he wanted her to see it, to see him dragging those claws cruelly down her soft legs.  Only her overly thick fleece kept the woman from taking worse damage than the shallow cuts they made.

	Nildorri hurried as best she could, struggling to raise the energy to bring her mental image from the fake world into the real world with enough force to do anything.  Reality fought back too hard, at least until the bear fingering her lifted her and shoved himself in.  Peril made her push it through enough to slam the glowing rock into his eye.

	Steam hissed while he screamed.  There was barely a faint outline showing the magic weapon and when the others looked, they had no idea what was wrong.  Nildorri tried to think of something better.  A single rock wasn't very effective! She needed real power.

	Three of the other bears grabbed at her, one squeezing around her neck.  Their friend lay convulsing in agony on the ground, bleeding heavily, and they knew she was responsible.  Her mother sobbed loudly when she was dropped and the bear's dick popped free.

	"What did you do, you little bitch?!"

	Nildorri frantically cast around her memory for a good shape.  There were so many choices.  Her mind finally seized one instinctively with the hand trying to crush her neck adding urgency.  She formed the smoke of the fires into the densest mass she could imagine from a cloud filling the sky to a single inch and brought it and the heat and lightning still trapped in it to the real world.

	It exploded above her in sudden expansion, ripping the head of the bear choking her off and frying the corpse with the pent up lightning.  The other bears as well as Nildorri herself were flung several feet away where they all lay dazed for a few seconds.  They had to know she had done it, too she thought fast.

	The chains had to go, she had to be able to run, to get her mother out of there.  Metal files formed in her mind, rough and spinning.  They turned to disks, then darkened as they were heated to thousands of degrees.  She tried to bring them into the world, but only their heat and motion made it.  It burning her wool but didn't cut the metal.  Again and again she tried it as they closed in, a staff slammed into her shoulder, she lashed out automatically, and his staff exploded from the swirling vortex of super heated air.

	Nildorri screamed at them to get away, her fire flooded out with more violent spinning.  She wished the fire were alive.  The thought formed the image.  The swirling hot air condensed, dark black eyes grew, her anger at her father and what he'd put her through helped her channel, and the fire creature came to life.

	The sizzle of burning flesh mixed with the stink of burning everything.  Their screams mixed with the crying from her mother and Nildorri's own pained yell.  She sealed herself in a cooling bath of ice water to protect her own body from heat.  After a moment, the young ewe thought to do the same to her mother.

	Her fire creature was little more than a tower of random flames swirling in the superheated air.  It had no specific arms, but it stabbed out with long burning tongues that licked over the bears.  Everything a tongue touched ignited, fur included.  As her attackers ran about in fear, Nildorri fed it more raw magic to make them suffer.

	Even the dirt bubbled and melted as she fed it more heat from her endless mental fires.  It didn't grow taller or wider, merely hotter.  It's tongues did more than ignite fur, too.  Their limbs charred from fingers back, with the heat sucking the air from their lungs seconds later.  Not one of them managed to run before it overwhelmed them, though one made it further than the others.  More heat flowed from her fiery creation and another tongue lashed over the fat bear.  The burning intensity flashed the moisture in his body to steam, making much of his smaller bits messily erupt out of their various holes before he could even scream.

	The ewe's chains melted around her, along with everything else, until she could stand and run to her mother.  She glared at the remaining three bears that hadn't quite died yet, then turned her mind back to her father.  Control returned, her fire monster faded, but the heat fully suffocated the assailants into unconsciousness.  After what they did, she didn't want them to die.  No, they were going to suffer having their souls stolen and serving her.  They were going to suffer even after that, even if they couldn't feel it.

	Obent watched and smiled.  She'd get him back for making it happen, but it had been a good lesson.  He looked down at the girl who'd suffered their first assault, barely more than a vegetable with her mind stuffed into Leria's body.  She'd be happy knowing she'd gotten revenge, or perhaps not, given how she'd had to suffer a second rape and torture.  It was such a shame she hadn't asked exactly HOW he'd help her get her revenge.

	Obent debated give her mind back, but just ran a hand down her bare breasts instead.  Maybe later, after sampling her body for a while longer.