Greely's Secret Journal

Greely the evil wizard sat in his study, his mind churning with thoughts of the magical potion he would brew. He needed a sample of his "essence" as the essential ingredient but extracted by a maiden.

His eyes drifted towards his maid, Jezelle, as she went about her tasks, humming a tune under her breath. She was pretty and proud, with an athletic, 21 year old body and blonde hair in a braid. She was also stubborn and unyielding. He knew he had his work cut out for him.

As he pondered on how to convince her he came up with a plan. First, he would have convince her that it was her idea though. Greely prepared 2 fake "spells" that required a maiden to rub "magical" oil on to him. The first "spell" called for it to be rubbed onto his back.

As he sat there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but notice how ugly and unappealing he looked. He was short, fat, balding, with greasy black hair on the sides of his head and a hairy back. He knew that Jezelle wouldn't be interested in him, which was why he had to use all his cunning to convince her.

Finally, he came up with a plan. He called Jezelle into the study. "Can you read girl?" She looked at him shyly, a bit taken aback, "a little MY Lord." Greely asked her to research a magical spell that would protect him from acid. He would need it for a potion he was making. He had slipped the fake spell into one of his tomes and had her look through it. A few hours later she came back to him. "I believe I have found something Lord Greely."

She handed him the fake spell but Greely didn't look up. He needed her to proposition him. "Well, read it." Greeely struggled to keep a straight face as she struggled through the spell. Until finally she came to the line. "A virgin maiden must rub the oil into the chest and back of the wizard to protect him." She faltered but Greely didn't miss a beat. "Are you a virgin girl?"

"Umm, my Lord I ..." Greely slammed his hand down on table. "Its a simple question girl!" "Uh yes, my lord."

"Very well, let's get started then." He could see the shock and hesitation in your eyes so Greely softened his approach. "Have no fear girl, I won't tell anyone and I take no pleasure in this" he lied.

"I recognize this is above and beyond your usual tasks so I will give you an extra day's pay as well. The oil is over there." he pointed. Not waiting for an aswer he turned his back to her and lowered his robe to around his waist and set back down at his desk, silent.

Jezelle was hesitant at first, but eventually she decided this was not so much work the extra pay. As she worked the oil into his back, Greely couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He knew that he was one step closer to his goal.

After a few days doing this preparation whenever he needed the "acid protection." Greely knew it was time to escalate. He began having Jezelle "research" different spells for him once again, but these were all boring red-herrings, to get her to let her guard down. They never required so much as a shoulder rub.

This time the "spell" was to protect him from blood poisoning. It called for a maiden to rub the protective ointment on the arteries on the inside of his arms and also the inside of his thighs where they meet the groin. Once again he asked Jezelle to research a spell for this and he offered her a special tea while she worked. Unbeknownst to her, this teas was made with sootheweed, a minor drug that relaxes the mind and lowers inhibitions. She was reading the "spell" when she paused on the required step.

Jezelle wrinkled her nose in disgust but hesitantly complied, feeling the greasy oil on her fingertips as she reached under his robe and worked the ointment into his leg.

She had never been with a man but she had heard stories of how they were all pigs. Greely couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as her fingers ran along a part of him that hadn't known a woman's touch for years.

He was getting harder by the second as she continued rubbing the ointment into his inner thighs while he murmured encouragement.

"Don't stop now, there is more to do. Jezelle was indeed quaking, but she couldn't help but feel a growing desire for this vile man as she continued her work, her fingers now were only inches from his manhood.

Jezelle had never considered touching him, much less like this, but she felt herself being lead down the path of depravity. She repeated the spell in her head to calm herself as she worked the ointment into his groin, slowly and perversely, my Lord Greely was enjoying himself.

He had fantasized about this moment for months, what he would feel like, how she would make him feel, he was right. He was right on all accounts, her fingers were so warm and gentle on his inner thigh. She was clearly repulsed but reluctant to stop, and he was enjoying it very much.

Greely rewarded her with praise, a day off, and a small bonus.

Days passed, and it was time for the second task. This time, he would ask her. Again he gave her the Sootheweed tea, which she had grown rather fond of, while she worked. Greely knew Jezelle would be even more

reluctant to comply.

He told her that he had a difficult task for her. He would need her to extract a special ingredient from his body, one that would require her to go beyond her limits.

Jezelle was a little groggy from the tea but still frightened by the request.

At first, Jezelle was disgusted and refused to perform the task. But Greely was persistent and eventually, in her compliant state, she gave in.

"Begin with the legs as before," he told her. He put a glass bottle on the desk. "for the specimen" he told her.

She rubbed the oil into his inner thigh, and Greely began to feel the familiar flush of arousal, she was really quite good at this.

When Jezelle was finished with the right leg, Greely began to undo his robe. She was shocked, but couldn't stop herself from continuing. She knew what he wanted and she knew what she had to do.

"Its ok girl, I know you hate it, but I need you to do this." He took a fistful of his robe and pulled it back still further. Jezelle felt like she was going to faint as she stared at his exposed groin. "Go on girl, its ok."

Jezelle continued to feel the oil on her fingers, she rubbed it slowly into his groin, she tried to keep her head down, she couldn't look at him, but she couldn't stop herself.

All she could think about was how disgusting he was as she rubbed the oil into his groin and testicles.

She could feel his manhood harden beneath her fingers, she could feel it pressing into her fingers, then into her palm. He grabbed her hand, pushing her into full, intimate contact with himself.

Greely began to breathe heavily, he had been dreaming about this for months, and now it was happening.

She felt the pressure of his erection in her hand, it was warm, and she could feel the head just underneath her palm. She could feel it swell and she knew what she needed to do.

She guided her hand up and down his shaft, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

He was small, his bent, malformed dick mostly buried in scraggly unwashed pubic hair and a drop of precum had appeared at the tip. She couldn't believe what was happening as she worked her hand up and down.

She tried to pull away, but he grabber her arm, forcing her to continue.

"Yes, almost there," he groaned. Greely thrust into her hand, his voice filled with lust. "Faster, Don't stop." Jezelle was confused, but her will was broken, he had talked her into this wicked act. All she could do was keep her hand moving up and down.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he cried out, thrusting the bottle towards her. "collect the specimen!"

Jezelle wasn't sure what to do, she didn't want this to happen but she was afraid of him. She continued pumping and held the bottle out towards the end of his dick. The first jet of cum shot out further then she expected and landed right on cheek and forehead and she almost dropped the bottle. "The specimen!" Greely cried.

Jezelle recovered quickly and placed the bottle over the tip of his prick as she milked the cum out.

The second jet was smaller and it landed directly in the bottle. "That's it!" Greely cried out. "Keep it up!"

After a few more pulses, the rest poured into the bottle.

"Unhhh," Greely groaned as he finished into the glass bottle.

Greely could feel his orgasm fading, and he didn't want to risk the end of this little experiment. "Slow down, Jezelle. Let me savor this." she slowed down, removing the bottle from his dick, but keeping a hand on him. She felt a surge of lust, she had never done such a thing before, and it was exciting.

"Good girl." he sighed. Greely leaned back in his chair, looking exhausted, with a slight smile on his face.

"That should do it." he said, breathing deeply. "You can go now."

Jezelle didn't know what do with the bottle and left it on the desk. Greely collected himself and straightened his robe. He told Jezelle to get cleaned up and that he would talk to her in the morning.

Jezelle hesitated, still not sure what to think, and feeling a little wrung out herself. She collected her things and left him to himself, closing the door behind her.

The next day he gave her a small bonus, but the pay was the same.

Jezelle's fingers were drenched in his warm sticky cum. She sniffed the bottle, it smelled vaguely familiar.

Jezelle could feel his cum drip down the back of her hand onto the floor.

"Good girl," Greely said. "You've earned your reward. Here take some of the tea while I get dressed." he said as he holstered his robe again.

She felt dirty, but she had already been stripped of her innocence. She took her tea as he began to dress.

"I'll need you to do it again in two days," Greely said.

Jezelle nodded in compliance, there was no limit to the disgusting

Greely pulled her in close and kissed her, kissing her deeply, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She was surprised at the cold slimy feel of his tongue. She tried to pull away, but he held her in place.

As she extracted the ingredient, Greely couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had succeeded in convincing her to do his bidding once again.

As Jezelle finished the task and left, Greely knew that he had gained an ally in his quest for power. He smiled to himself, feeling powerful and invincible. Nothing could stop him now.

Collecting the Specimen