012 THE MIND MELD OF PLEASURE

012 THE MIND MELD OF PLEASURE

The creature let out a guttural growl, its glowing eyes flickering with a mix of agony and fury as it lumbered toward Madame la Rosa.

She remained motionless, her lips curved into a faint, cruel smile, and her eyes gleamed with unspoken menace.

"What... is your wish?" the creature asked, his voice trembling with dread and hesitation. Each word stammered out like a plea for mercy.

Madame la Rosa tilted her head slightly, her voice sharp and commanding as she replied, "Return to him his thorn."

At her command, a single thorn snapped from the tip of her elegant rose-shaped scepter.

It hovered for a moment, glinting wickedly under the star light, before flying with purpose through the air. The thorn pierced the gaping, bloodied wound in the creature's lower torso—a wound where a man's essence had once been violently torn away.

A scream erupted from the creature, raw and unholy, shattering the stillness of the night. Its body convulsed violently, twisting and warping in ways no mortal form should. Bones cracked and reformed, flesh writhed as though alive, and the air grew heavy with the stench of magic and transformation.

The once pitiful figure began to change.

His muscles rippled and grew grotesque, his ribs jutted out like jagged bones, and his jaw elongated into a vicious maw filled with razor-sharp teeth. He was no longer a man, but a demonic beast, transformed by Madame la Rosa's twisted magic.

His groin sprouted a grotesque appendage—sharp, spiked, a monstrous phallus in full demonic form, a symbol of his new, hellish existence.

"Beautiful, my beautiful Hellhound," Madame la Rosa commented.

Madame la Rosa smiled, her work complete, as the newly transformed hellhound was sent into the traitor's cage.

The demon, filled with twisted desire and malice, attacked his victim, pounding her naked body with his living hell extension, his demon cock, inflicting both unbearable pain and perverse pleasure.

"Argghhhhh", the woman screamed in agony and suffering.

The creature becomes a living embodiment of suffering, an example, a weapon in Madame La Rose's dark arsenal against those who defied her.

"That unicorn's phallus is huge!!" one of the Roses whispered, averting her eyes in horror.

"Don't remind me what that beast is doing to her," another muttered in disgust.

"Please don't let me recall this scene in my memory"

Blue Rose silenced them.

"This is Madame's punishment—swift, merciless, and eternal."

The cage, still carrying the tortured prisoner, ascended towards the ceiling of shimmering stars.

It ascended higher and higher until it vanished into the shimmering ceiling, joining the constellation of other punished souls, suspended forever among the stars, guarded by her Hellhound jailor and torturer.

She was not the first, and certainly not the last.

This was her punishment for betraying Madam la Rosa.

Turning back to the Court, Madame la Rosa's gaze cut through the lingering tension in the assembly. She demanded a response from the Roses, an acknowledgment that they understood her display of justice.

The assembly understood her instantly, bowing their heads in perfect unison. Their voices rose in a haunting, reverent chorus, reciting their creed, a solemn oath to their dark purpose.

"We are the Brides of Lusifar, divine,

Pledged to his lust, his hunger, his line.

Our bodies offered, to be used and devoured,

Bound to his will, in darkness empowered.

Our purity guarded, untouched and pristine,

Virgin flesh saved for his rise foreseen.

For his glorious resurrection we yearn,

To feel his touch as his fires return."

When the prayer ended, Madame la Rosa turned her attention to Dassa.

"Dassa, have you completed your mission? Did you secure the sacrifice from your chosen one and collect a Unicorn for my garden?" Madame La Rosa's voice was cold and commanding.

Dassa's heart pounded in fear. She hesitated before answering, her voice trembling.

"Mother, I have failed. My chosen one… his body would not respond. His essence …. remained lifeless. Without it, I couldn't complete the sacrifice. Please, forgive me."

A shocked gasp rippled through the assembly of Roses.

Green Rose stepped forward, her eyes narrowed in disbelief.

"Failed? Impossible. No man can resist a Rose. Did you not use everything I taught you?"

"I did everything!" Dassa's voice cracked with desperation. "I tried for hours, but his staff remained useless. The ritual was impossible."

Another Rose sneered. "She's lying. No man can resist our seduction."

"Maybe she's grown fond of him, treasonous," a voice whispered darkly.

"Bring the cage. She must be punished."

"No! Please! It's not my fault!" Dassa pleaded, but the assembly ignored her cries.

Blue Rose raised a hand, silencing them.

"We shall see for ourselves. We'll project a vision from her mind. The truth will be revealed with a Mind Meld."

Dassa's heart raced. She dreaded the invasion of her thoughts.

"Damn it, what if they saw the 'Black Cock'?" she cursed silently, before muttering, "I'd rather not have my mind read... it's embarrassing."

"If you refuse, your punishment will be worse," Blue Rose warned.

Left with no choice, Dassa nodded.

"Yes, I obey."

The Roses encircled Dassa, casting a spell to invade her memories. Blue Rose commanded, "Reveal yourself to us."

Dassa's mind opened, taking the Roses into her memories, back to the day in question. They relived her experience through her eyes: standing before her chosen one, her hands gently exploring his body, using every technique the Roses taught her.

Her touch was sensual, trained to please, yet the man remained unresponsive. Eventually, her hands reached under his pants, touching him in desperation begging for a reaction from him.

The Roses were engulfed in the intense pleasure coursing through Dassa's memory, as though they were physically there with her touching the man. This was the intensity of a Mind Meld, the Roses could feel exactly as Dassa felt in her memories.

Overcome by the shared sensation, some Roses began to touch themselves, others reached for one another, lost in a haze of desire as the memory of Dassa's attempt unfolded and invaded their mind. Their arousal deepened, spiraling into a fevered orgy as they indulged in their bodies and each other.

But even as they reached the peak of their lust, the chosen one, his staff, his cock, remained soft, unresponsive to her efforts.