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Karina The Sorceress Ch. 01

By: Tanuki



The morning sun was relentless, beating down on me without mercy. Every green tree I passed, I felt the urge to seek refuge under its lush green leaves. The evening before I'd taken shelter in a large village. But poor as I was, I couldn't afford to relax, and now I was back out in the heat, trudging up a steep rocky slope, trying to keep up with the young man in front of me. He was looking to save his village from a terrible evil, and I . . . well, I needed the money. 

The young man turned around, probably wondering why a young healthy sorceress like myself could walk so slowly. But I hadn't had anything decent to eat in weeks, besides some wild berries and fruit . . . since I'd run away from my life. 

"Miss Karina," said the young man, his hands on his hips. "we must hurry. The demon will take the sacrifice at dusk, we must get there before he does!"

His name was Alexor, or Alex, I forgot, and he was a young warrior from the village. He'd told me he was 20, which would make him not much younger than me, but he was already tall and muscular. He'd need to be strong to wield the heavy long sword he wore on his belt. He was not as handsome as the man I'd run away from, but he had an athletic grace, and so far, he hadn't slapped or hit me, which put him a notch higher in my book. Thinking of such things brought back my anger, and I picked up the pace a little. If I was going to get back on my feet, I needed to earn some money, and defeating this "demon" was the first good job I'd found since I'd left the Wizard's Tower. 

Ah, the Wizard's Tower, the place I'd spent the last five years of my life. When my parents died in one of the frequent bandit raids, I'd been sent to live and learn from the great Wizard Ezekiel. After a long, tedious year of making me clean and wash clothes, he'd started to teach me the fine magic arts, as well as armed combat, and I'd taken to magic as a bear to honey. I showed great talent for magic, and decent fighting skills, though I was also easily distracted. The Wizard joked that even at my young age, a cute boy would certainly be my undoing. 

Life had been good . . . until the day the Wizard's son returned from abroad. I was only an innocent young girl of 21, and I'd found the worldly young trader to be charming and handsome. I'd fallen for the confident older man in no time. My dear mentor Ezekiel had warned me repeatedly about his dashing son, but I was all deaf ears and thumping heart. Or perhaps another part of me had been thumping? 

I'd been ready and willing when he'd taken me, but my first and only lover was a very different man in the bed chambers. Larger than life outside, he was frustrated and thoughtless inside. I blamed myself - I wasn't voluptuous enough, or skilled enough - perhaps I was just not exciting after the exotic girls he'd talked about incessantly. Perhaps if my breasts were smaller, he wouldn't have focused on them so much, squeezing and pulling until, to his great embarrassment, he would spill his seed before I was ready. I'd often wish that my pussy were smaller, to better fit his manhood. 

Perhaps it was frustration, but after a year he'd begun to slap me - my breasts, and my face. I'd tried to accept it, like a good girl should do, but I'd never been adept at containing my anger, and sometimes a little magic would slip out in the heat of an argument. Perhaps it was the fireball that was the last straw. He was always so proud of his long wavy hair and his fancy clothes, and he hadn't appreciated me setting them both on fire. 

So I'd run away, in tears, after he'd called me terrible names and beat me, and ran off to pleasure himself with the village whores. I told myself no man would ever strike me again and live. The next few weeks of wandering the countryside were hard and full of tears, but after that, the strangest thing happened - I began to forget about him. There just wasn't anything good to miss. I did miss the old wizard, but I guess I---

"Miss Karina, you look thirsty, please have a drink." Alex was standing in front of me, concern on his face, holding out his water skin. I took it greedily, and thanked him, taking a deep drink, and enjoying the coolness of the water dribbling down my neck. I handed the skin back to the young man, and then I blushed a bit at the smile on his face. From the look in his eyes, he had enjoyed my drink as much as I had. "Are you hungry as well?" he asked, still looking concerned. "You mentioned back at the inn that you'd been traveling a long time."

"I'm starving actually!" I answered. My food pack was empty, and I'd left it back in the village anyway. Alex smiled, and reached into his pack, handing me a piece of bread.

"Please, take it all, I'm sorry for not noticing your need sooner," he said, still with that disarming smile. I took the bread and thanked him again. It was delicious, and I devoured it in less than a minute. I began to feel better almost immediately. His smile widened as I wiped an errant crumb from my nose.

"You're a good man, Alex," I said, as if looking at him for the first time. "Is there . . . is there a lucky lady back in the village?" For some reason, I felt a bit anxious as I awaited his answer.

He grinned back at me, his shiny white teeth catching the sun. "Why do you ask, Karina? I didn't think a girl wizard found time for . . . worldly pleasures?" I gaped in embarrassment at his question. 

"I--I didn't mean--!" As I stumbled over my words, he just laughed, his blue eyes flashing. As he laughed, he put his hand on my bare upper arm, his simple touch sending a tingling feeling rippling through me. He used his gentle grip on my arm to turn me to face him, and my heart began to race as he looked down into my eyes. 

"I always thought wizards were grizzled old men," he whispered, his hand on my arm moving up to move a strand of hair from my eyes. "Not beautiful girls like you, Karina." I was pleased that he no longer called me "Miss," and I loved the way he rolled the 'r' in my name. I also realized he'd dodged my question.

"You distract me with praise, Alex," I chided, still aware of his warm hand on my arm. "Don't dodge my question, do you have a girl waiting for you?"

"There is no one," he replied, the brightness in his eyes dimming just a bit. "And you, Karina? Is there a craggy old wizard waiting for you at home?"

I giggled and shook my head. "No old gizzards for me. Just a cruel bastard of a man I left behind. Good riddance."

"I see," he replied, his hand rubbing my upper arm a bit. "So you took this job in order to be closer to me, is that it?"

I had to choke down a laugh, and then so did Alex. What a relief that he hadn't been serious. "Umm . . . . shouldn't we be going, my amorous warrior?" His eyes widened and he nodded, seriousness returning.

"Are you sure you are up to it?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. He seemed to glance down at my slender frame. 

Not feeling too confident at the moment, I shrugged. "I'm still young, I'm not really very powerful . . .but I . . ."

It was just the wrong thing to say, for Alex frowned. My heart dropped to my knees at the look of disappointment on his face. I could see it hadn't occurred to him to doubt my ability just because I was female, bless his soul. Now he seemed to be wondering whether he'd chosen the right wizard. Oh damn, me and my big mouth, I thought. Then he glanced to his left, and his demeanor suddenly changed.

"Miss Karina!" whispered Alex, kneeling down with his finger to his lips. "Get down, we are here!" Quickly I knelt down, one hand on my skirt as it tried to ride up my thighs. Alex was pointing ahead, and I peered over the rocks. There was a large grassy plateau up ahead, and behind it the gaping black mouth of a cave, framed on either side by stone carvings of some kind of mythical beast. At least I assumed they were mythical. But it wasn't the cave that caught my attention, it was the center of the grassy field, where chained to a thick wooden pole was a young girl, dressed in a flowing white dress, and frantically looking about.

"Thank the gods!" whispered Alex, his bright blue eyes glinting in the sun as he looked at me. "She's still here, the demon hasn't taken her yet. Let's get her!" The young man quickly stood up, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

"Wait!" I whispered. "Don't go yet, let's wait, I have a idea." Not an idea really, but a suspicion. The village had told me a powerful demon was stealing their women, and taking them back to its cave. They'd recently received a message, written in blood, that they should stake a sacrifice in front of the cave each month, or else the village would be devastated. This poor girl was the first sacrifice. It was all very mythical, but for one thing. Demons were rare these days, and they didn't usually stoop to kidnapping women. My Wizard mentor always laughed at the stories of lustful demons that villagers told, and he'd often told me that men were the lustful ones to be wary of, not demons.

Alex was looking at me, doubt in his eyes. He was clearly itching to go rescue the pretty damsel chained to the pole. I told him to trust me, putting my hand on his arm to reassure the anxious young warrior. He reluctantly smiled and nodded, turning to watch the cave warily. I wasn't watching the cave, I was watching the path coming down the other side of the grassy plateau.

It took a good half hour, as the sun began to set, then we saw them. Three very much human men were moving sneakily down the path, toward the helpless girl. They were bandits, dressed in leather armor and carrying bows and swords, and two of them spread out to look for danger, while the third moved toward the now struggling girl. The bandit spoke to the human sacrifice, who was now shouting for help.

"Quiet, girl, or I'll slit your throat and leave you for the birds!" he hissed, his hand on his dagger. "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you! You'll service us daily on your back!" 

Then he gagged the screaming girl with a cloth, and began to remove her from the chains that held her to the pole. I had seen enough, and motioning Alex to stay put, I stood and moved toward the 3 men. They spotted me almost instantly, raising their bows, but they didn't fire, for they saw only an unarmed young woman in a simple but pretty blue and green outfit. My sun-tinged dark brown hair billowed in the wind as I walked toward the three bandits, my hands held palms up before me. I smiled as the nearest bandit stared at my breasts, fully covered but tightly contained by my top. 

The lead bandit spoke, finally. "This one's even more delicious than the other. Well boys, it looks like the gods have brought us two virgin sacrifices today!" The other two men laughed, nodding hungrily as they looked at me. I stopped, now maybe 20 feet from the nearest bandit. 

"Release the girl and I'll let you live," I said, trying to keep my voice from wavering. Outwardly I looked calm and confident, but inside I was nervous about the shiny steel tips of the bandits' arrows. Right then I wished my belly wasn't left bare by my clothing.

"This girl was meant for the demon in that cave, not for you," I shouted. I expected the bandits to laugh at the mention of a demon, but instead they became angry.

"She's our slave now, and so are you!" shouted the leader, stepping away from the chained girl and drawing his sword. "Get down on your knees, slave!" As if on cue, the other two raised their bows, though clearly they didn't intend to fire yet.

I didn't like being called a slave, not one bit. Quickly, I raised my right hand and spoke in the wizard language I'd practiced for years. The nearest bandit's eyes went wide as a blue ball appeared in front of my outstretch palm, and then rocketed straight toward him. Too late, he raised his bow, but the pumpkin sized shimmering ball struck him full in the chest. Dumbfounded, he looked down at himself, and then began to shake, as his chest began to freeze with a loud crackle. The crackling ice spread quickly outward and the bandit screamed--the ice shrieking eerily as it turned the man into a frozen statue, terror etched on his face. 

I turned to look at the other bandits, but they were staring awe-struck at their frozen mate. The leader recovered and shouted at the 2nd bandit, who returned his attention to me, and notched his bow. He unleashed an arrow at me, but I rolled to my right, coming up on one knee, hearing the whistle of the flying wood and steel. With both hands outstretched, I spoke three words and in front of my hands, a flaming arrow appeared in the air. In a flash or orange light, it zipped toward its target, and impaled itself in his shoulder. The stricken bandit reached up with a shriek to pull out the arrow, but as he did his hand caught fire, and then he was rolling on the ground trying to put out the flames. Enraged, the leader began charging with his sword drawn, but he changed his mind when I raised my hands, and dashed for the girl still chained to the pole. His knife was at her throat. 

"Sorceress whore!" he spat at me. "I'll kill her if you so much as move a muscle!" I froze in my kneeling position and just looked at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex, over to my left, with his bow fully strung and ready to fire. The bandit was speaking. "Now stay there, and I'm gonna take what's mine and go!" With that the bandit reached up to undo the girl's chain. In the seconds he took his eyes off me, and I spoke in a low voice. The bandit suddenly froze in mid-movement, surprising the captive girl who was still standing there gagged. It was an unnatural sight, and she gave a muffled scream at the sight.

"Alex, take him now!" I shouted. There was a whistle as Alex's arrow took flight, and then the bandit flipped over backwards as the arrow struck him in the chest. Alex cheered, rushing forward. With all three bandits vanquished, he dropped his bow and gave me a big hug, squeezing my breasts to his broad chest. 

"You were incredible!" he shouted, holding onto my shoulders. Then he planted a soft kiss on my cheek, enjoying the blush it drew to my skin, and he winked at me, then ran to the girl. I watched as the young warrior gingerly comforted the girl in the white dress, removing her chains. The girl slumped into his arms, crying, and he held her tight and comforted her, speaking softly to her.

I turned away, embarrassed at the intimate scene, and the disappointment hit my stomach like a stone. The first attractive man I'd met in a month was already taken, just my luck. And I had been the one to save her for him! I needed to get away from this scene, so I told Alex to take the girl home - I was going to wait 'til nightfall to see if the "demon" showed up. But I knew he wouldn't - there was no demon, just three mangy bandits. Alex protested that he would stay with me, but I convinced him to take the girl back before dark. With obvious reluctance, he thanked me again, and took off, carrying the girl in his strong arms. As I watched him go, I wondered yet again why men always desired the weak, helpless girls, instead of the strong ones like me.

Feeling dejected, I turned to the cave and walked between the two stone guardians. Once out of the sun, the cave's cool air felt wonderful, and I felt my spirits lift a bit. There was also the sound of running water, which was odd. I walked further into the dark cave, but it quickly became black as night. I incanted a light spell, but I must have been tired from the battle, because it fizzled, lighting the cave for only a second before winking out. Concentrating, I tried again, and this time the cave lit up with a warm, bright light. 

Before me was an enticing blue-green pool of water set into the mountain rock. The source was a small gushing hole about 8 feet off the floor, that emptied into the pool. It looked very fresh and inviting, and I realized how tired and grimy I felt. Concentrating, I set up a perimeter spell, that would trigger if anything passed through it. A faint bluish light illuminated, telling me the spell was active. I didn't think there was anything in the cave, but it didn't hurt to be safe. 

Already feeling better, I stripped off my clothes, placing them on a large flat rock. They were damp and dirty - maybe I'd try to wash them later, but right now I wanted to get under that little water shower. I waded into the pool, rubbing my arms, for the water was almost frigid. Wading deeper, I walked over to get to the stream of water. It was about four feet deep, almost covering my breasts as they floated in the cool, crystal clear water, and I sighed, enjoying the feeling of the heat and grime washing away from my body. The water stream was almost too cold, but I dunked under it and began to wash myself. 

Feeling thoroughly clean and refreshed, I moved back to the large rock where my clothes sat, but I didn't feel like washing them just yet. I sat down in the edge of the pool, where it was more shallow, and leaned back. The water didn't really feel that cold once my body had cooled down. It felt wonderful to get off my feet. I'd just close my eyes for a second, and then I'd get out. It felt so good to relax, as I closed my eyes and sighed . . . .

I awoke with a start, to the sound of an insistent ringing. The perimeter spell! Splashing water about, I stood up, but my legs were numb from immersion in the cold water, and I stumbled, dunking myself under for a second. Standing again, I was reaching for my clothes, when around the corner Alex came running. He skidded to a halt, his sword drawn, and seeing my naked wet body standing not six feet away from him, his mouth fell open.

"Oh dear!" I yelped, my hands flashing to cover myself, and I immediately dunked myself into the water, the splash almost reaching the surprised Alex. Then he laughed.

"There you are!" he chuckled. "Relaxing I see! I was worried when I saw the light from the cave, so I came running." With just my head sticking above the water, I felt ridiculous, and I frowned at him.

"Turn around, dammit, so I can get dressed!" I hissed at him. I couldn't reach my clothes without revealing my everything to the young man, so I sat crouched in the pool with my arms across my chest. Alex returned his sword to his scabbard and instead of turning around, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small pile of clothing. He smiled at me, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. 

"I brought you some clean clothes, I picked them out just for you." He placed them on the rock next to the water, and then turned around, placing his hand over his eyes with a grin.

"You . . . brought me clothes?" I asked, incredulous. "Have I been, uh, in here that long?"

"Yes, actually I've been gone over an hour. I, um, thought you might find the pool here, and decide to take a bath, so I brought you some clean clothes."

I beamed at my new friend. "Why Alex, that was so thoughtful of you! Thank you!" With his back safely turned, I stood up and reached for the pile. Unfortunately there was no towel, but I would dry off fast enough outside. I separated the small pile, but there didn't seem to be a lot of substance to the clothing he'd brought me. Typical male, I thought.

A minute later, I was dressed again, and I told Alex he could turn around. When he did, his eyes lit up like lanterns as he took in the sight of me. The one-piece outfit consisted of leather strings and pretty silk patterns, plus a few gold chains, and it showed off my curves a little more than my own outfit. Since the outfit narrowed to a V at the front to pass between my legs, I felt a bit self conscious with my hips and thighs exposed, so I'd pulled my skirt on over it. Two delicate gold-colored chains crossed between my breasts and went over my shoulders, to run down my back and cross behind me. It felt cool against my bare skin, and in front, it pressed the white silk pattern to my breasts. As the material soaked up the water, it became a bit too form fitting for my taste, but right now, I didn't really care.


Karina The Sorceress Ch. 01



Alex was frowning at my blue skirt, which was dirty and tired, and didn't match the beautiful outfit. Blushing, I said "if you insist," and removed it, feeling the air on my damp bare hips where the outfit didn't cover.

"You look wonderful!" whispered Alex, beaming, reaching up to move my wet hair off my shoulder so it dropped down my back. I reddened at his comment and smiled. Even before things had gone bad, my previous lover had never complimented me, and I never knew what I was missing. Alex made me feel more like a woman than he had ever done. Then I remembered something. 

"Alex, how is the g-girl, is she o-k-kay?" My teeth chattered a bit, and began to shiver as the cool air dried off my wet skin. The shivering began to make me jiggle, so Alex leaned forward and put his arms around me. Almost immediately my shivering stopped. It felt so good to be held by strong, gentle arms, and I sighed. Alex spoke, his lips close to my ear. 

"The girl is very frightened, but she'll be ok. We were childhood friends, and we're still very close." Leaning back to look at me, he must have read the look on my face. He added with a smile, "You were amazing back there."

I hoped the relief in my stomach wasn't obvious on my face. "Oh, I see . . ." I stammered. "Really, I was amazing?" Alex hugged me tighter after the chill made me spasm. As his heat filtered into my body, my heart began to beat faster. 

"I didn't know you could looked so . . . voluptuous," he said in a low voice, his hand rubbing my bare back. "Have you ever wore chains before?" I didn't know what he meant, and the unfamiliar tone in his voice surprised me. 

"I am . . . not sure what you mean?" I answered, leaning back a bit. I stood by the edge of the water, however, and didn't have any more room to go. If he let me go, I would fall in.

"Raise your arms over your head," he said, his chest now inches from me. It sounded like a command, rather than a suggestion. I felt an overwhelming urge to do as he commanded, but something didn't seem right.

"Alex," I whispered, "let's stop playing around and umm . . . go look for that demon, shall we?"

His eyes narrowed. "Demon? Do you really believe there's a demon here?" My eyes went wide and I pushed away from him and stepped to the side, to put some distance between us. 

"Yes, the demon remember? You seemed pretty convinced of it an hour ago!" Something was not right. It had been tugging at my self conscious for a while. Alex was acting as if he was in a bed chamber, not a supposed demon cave. I was the one who didn't believe the stories, not him!

"Oh, the demon," he said, as if he'd forgotten. "were you planning on fighting him naked?" Things were definitely going sour in a hurry. I suddenly had a frightening thought. Quickly, I raised my hand and made an incantation. Nothing. I tried again to cast the reveal spell, one that would dispel any illusions from my vicinity, but again, nothing happened. Alex just looked at me, amused. 

"What are you doing, Karina?" he asked, moving closer to me again. I backed away, holding up my hand.

"I don't understand," I muttered, trying the spell a third time. With no luck, I tried another spell, a simple gust of wind spell, but that also failed. I was starting to get scared. I couldn't remember the last time my magic failed me like this. I noticed the light from my illumination spell was dimming, or was it my imagination?

"What's the matter, Karina? Are you having trouble with your magic?" Alex was still moving closer, and I continued to back away. In the dimming light, I could see him smiling, but it wasn't the sweet warming smile I had remembered. It was darker, with a tinge of menace. My warning bells were blaring inside my head, and I needed to get out of this cave! I started running past him, but he was quick, and he grabbed my arm. His grip was powerful, and he stopped me in my tracks.

"Alex, please let me go!" I shouted, as he spun me so that I was facing him. "I want to get out of here!" He no longer looked younger than me. Maybe it was the fading light, but now he looked somehow older, harder. Bigger. I gasped. "You're not Alex!" I blurted. "Who are you??" I struggled to free my wrist from his iron grip, and then he let me go, and I backed away, but he was blocking my path out. Again, I tried to cast a spell, but again nothing happened. Alex laughed, a deep, cruel laugh that echoed in the darkening cave.

"So this is the great sorceress they send to kill me," bellowed the man who blocked my way. He no longer sounded like Alex at all! "Did you enjoy your bath in my little pool?" 

No, it wasn't possible! The demon! My legs felt weak, and I put my hand to my chest. I babbled an incantation, a ward from evil, but he only laughed.

"Your magic won't help you here, girl," he scolded, waving a long finger, his rippling arms crossed in front of his chest. "I see you like the dress I gave you. It becomes you. I made it specially myself." I frowned, looking down at the dress I wore, fingering the gold chains. I didn't understand. "I never thought I would find a use for it," said the demon. "Who would have guessed I'd ever find a nubile sorceress to wear it for me!"

Of course! The dress was magical, it prevented its wearer from casting spells. And I had donned it like an eager schoolgirl! I had to get it off me. I reached up to grab the strings below my neck, to yank it off me, but suddenly there was a hissing, clinking sound. I tried to lift the top over my head, but the chains seemed to tighten under my breasts. Then I felt a sharp pain in the middle of my lower back. Alarmed, I reached behind with my right hand, and as I did, I felt my wrist encircled by what felt like a metal chain. In less than a second, my wrist was held fast behind my back. Panicking, I reached my other hand back to try to pull the slender chain from my wrist, and then I felt the cold metal wrap around my left wrist as well, circling tight. I gasped as both wrists were pulled together until they crossed at my lower back, and then they were bound together. I whirled, trying to extricate my hands from the chains, but they were surprisingly strong - I couldn't budge them. 

"You!" I yelled accusingly at the man demon who stood in front of me, his arms still crossed. "You did this, let me go at once!" I continued to struggle, but it was no use. Then I realized what had happened. The chains that crossed between my breasts and over my back - they were magical as well, and they now seemed to have grown extra links that held my wrists securely behind me. 

The demon, Alex, whatever he was - was laughing. "Magnificent creation, don't you think?" he chuckled. I glared at him, but my anger was quickly being replaced by fear, and then I shivered, for the cave suddenly felt cold and dark. How could this happen? I was now completely helpless before this . . . thing. What if he really was a demon?

"What do you w-want from me?" I demanded, a tremor slipping into my voice. "My master, the Wizard Ezekiel, will be coming shortly to find me. You . . . you had best let me go, now!"

He seemed to have grown larger by a head, with massive sinewy arms and legs, and his face was that of an older, mature man. In fact he was stunningly handsome, a more adult, more chiseled version of the young Alex. He was still a man, but like no man I had ever seen. He emanated power and confidence, and I suddenly felt terribly helpless and vulnerable. He took a step toward me, and I backed away until my back was against the cave wall. 

"There will be no rescue for you," pronounced the demon, closing the distance and lifting a hand up to take my chin in his strong fingers. "Your wizard knows nothing of your presence here. You should have thought of that before you entered my cave, and enjoyed yourself in my pool. No matter. Soon, you may call [I]me[/I] master!"

"Never, demon!" I spat at him, jerking my head to force him to release my chin. The demon took a step back, and then waved his hand. The garments on my body seemed to come to life. I looked down in shock to see that the delicate leather strings around the edges were thickening . . . into soft, slippery ropes! Two ropes slithered between and around my breasts to encircle them, and then crossed behind on my upper back. Once they were in place, the ropes tightened, straightening my shoulders and forcing my breasts outward toward the demon. 

I cried out, more in surprise than pain, and struggled helplessly against my bonds as more ropes were crisscrossing over my belly and then sliding slowly down over my hips, to slide between my thighs. I gasped and closed my thighs tightly, but was unable to stop the two ropes from sliding downward to slip to either side of the white strip of silk that covered my sex, forcing my tender mound to bulge outward between them as they tightened against my inner thighs. The ropes continued up into the crevice of my bottom, to join another rope that circled my waist. I whimpered as I felt that rope tighten snugly, causing me to gasp and rise up on my heels as I felt an uncomfortable squeeze between my thighs.

Finally the ropes stopped moving, and the demon admired his handiwork. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, for while the ropes were surprisingly soft on my bare skin, they held me quite securely. I stared down at my protruding breasts in disbelief, the white silk drawn tightly across my nipples. This couldn't be happening! The demon was moving toward me again, and I shivered as my back pressed against the cold rock wall. Any movement caused terrible sensations as the ropes rubbed against my sensitive flesh. "Take this off me!" I blurted at him. 

"I think not," he replied, "it becomes you." Reaching forward, he took hold of the rope that passed below my breasts. Gripping it, he pulled, arching my back as I was yanked toward him. I marveled at the rippling muscles on his arms, and I looked up at his face. This man demon emanated power and virility, and I'd never been so close to such a man, it was making me feel odd; I felt an alarming eagerness to please him, do what he asked. I needed to escape my bonds, and soon. 

When he spoke, his voice was deep and almost soothing, but with a domineering tinge. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, looking me up and down. "Your reactions to me are normal for a female."

"What reactions??" I demanded, wiggling my wrists against their bonds. The beast seemed to enjoy watching me struggle, but I didn't care. My eyes narrowed and I almost spat the words. "No matter, I will burn you to cinders if you don't release me now!" 

"Lovely," said the demon, looking me up and down. "you are a strong-willed female, who is used to being in control. I shall enjoy breaking you." 

Before I could respond, he took hold of the ropes in the middle of my upper back and the hoisted me up onto his shoulder as if my weight was nothing. I sputtered indignation and kicked, but his grip on the back of my legs was unmovable. I felt humiliated as I bounced on his shoulder while he moved purposely down the dark tunnel, away from the entrance where the fading light beckoned me. The magical light followed us as well, illuminating the path before us, but the meager light didn't calm my growing terror at my situation. With each powerful step the demon took, I was carried further into his lair, and it dawned on me that without my magic, I was going to be just as helpless as his other victims. 

My master Ezekiel had not told me much about demons, save to say that they were not the fire-breathing evil depicted by the church, neither were they undead or impervious to harm. Some people thought they could read minds, others said they were simply humans who used magic to change their appearance. He told me that human or not, demons usually served their own self interest, whatever that might be. I gulped as I remembered one particular piece of advice. "Never let a demon capture you alive. Death was preferable to serving a demon." my master had said.

We passed two heavy doors, but on the third one, my captor waved his hand and the door creaked open to let us pass. Inside was a large room lit by torches, and my heart dropped as I looked around. This was obviously where the demon took his female captives, for there were chains hanging from the ceiling, and various odd chairs and contraptions arranged around the stone walls. In one end was a massive bed, with remarkably beautiful white and gold sheets that seemed out of place. I felt a shiver pass through my body.

"So this is where you took the poor village girls you kidnapped, is that it?" I said, not really a question. "And where are they now, those girls?"

"I saved those girls from a life of misery as a simple farmer's wife," said the demon, his eyes, which now seemed to be a deep green as he looked into my eyes. "how much do you think a village man knows about a woman's body?" This was a line of talk I certainly hadn't expected. 

"Uhh, what are you saying, demon? You saved these women from their boring lives? I'm sure they were terribly grateful."

He laughed, his eyes turning bright in a very human way. "Your biting tongue burns me to a cinder, young sorceress," he teased. "They were indeed grateful, for showing them the depths of human desire, which they had never fathomed."

I laughed nervously. "Indeed. And to what depths did you discard them, when they no longer suited your cruel devices?"

"Those who pleased me I set free. The others I gave over to my minions. The same fate that will befall you if you continue to displease me."

"Set free?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "You just let them go? I suppose they lost their way back to the village and were eaten by singing birds?" The demon seemed to tire of my sarcasm and his eyes became hard. 

"You do not believe me. No matter. These girls did not return to their village. Having spent nights with me, they were too overcome with desire to simply return to be village women."

"Are all you demons so delusional?" I remarked. My words angered him, for with a glare and a humph, he held out his hand in front of my body. Suddenly, the ropes tightened a bit, as if being sucked toward his hand -- I felt a great wind, and then I gasped, as the soft silk of my garment began to tear, ripping off my body and flying to his hand. In seconds, I paled for I was next to naked, save the thin white panty on my hips and the ropes that crossed and bound my body. The demon tossed the torn garment aside, and reached for me. I twisted my torso, to keep his hands from reaching my bare breasts, but instead he grabbed my hair, entwining his hand in my silky dark strands. He pulled me close to him and tilted my head up. His powerful body was now terribly close to mine, and I struggled helplessly as fear coursed through me.

"If you mean to rape me, do it quickly," I said, as his other hand moved around my small waist to caress my lower back. His hand gave a little tug on the rope that passed between my legs, and I gasped, straining to escape the shocking sensations. 

"Sorceress," he said, lowering his face close to mine. "Would you like me to save you from a tedious life with an inept male wizard, one who is unable to satisfy you?" I twisted a bit as his hand moved about my lower back. 

"You are too late, demon," I answered. "I am no virgin, and I have already experienced the pleasures you speak about, so you can save yourself the trouble." I was reasonably sure the demon was hoping for a virgin. My small hopes were turned to ashes as the demon pulled out a long, curved dagger, and held it in front of me. I should never have told him, now he was going to kill me. My knees felt weak as he moved the evil looking blade closer, up until it touched my neck. 

"Tell me girl," he whispered, "about this man who dared to touch my possession? Tell me truthfully, or I will spill your blood on the floor and leave you for the vermin." My heart was pounding in my chest, and the words spilled from my mouth.

"He--he mostly . . . didn't touch me at all," I bubbled. He gestured with the dagger for me to continue. "He . . .um . . he liked my breasts, he pa--played with them all the time. And he made me pleasure him with my . . . . my mouth." "Tell me everything, what else did he do."

I was having trouble standing - blades had always frightened me, which was why I didn't carry a sword. Now with one at my throat, I eagerly told him everything, about how my lover always wanted me to take him in my mouth; how he had thought a woman's sex was dirty, so he didn't like to touch it. How the few times he'd mounted me had been rather unsatisfying. I told the demon how he'd blamed me for his frustrations, and called me a slut for wanting him to touch me. I'd done what I could to please him -- but he'd complained about my lack of skill with my mouth. Any common whore could do a better job, he had often said. Love had motivated me to try harder, until . . . 

The demon stopped me, having heard enough perhaps, and just as suddenly, the dagger was gone. When his hand returned, he reached up to take one of my bare breasts in his hand. My nipples were hard already, as often happened when I was scared, and he flicked one with his finger. 

"So you see," he was saying, his left hand still twisted in my hair. "you are not unlike the village virgins after all. You are looking to be saved from a life of unfulfilled desires."

With the dagger gone from my throat, my fear was easing. "I am looking for no such thing," I exclaimed, trying to straighten my back, but finding it impossible with his grip in my hair. "He made those same promises to me, but they were all empty lies. I saved myself from his clutches, and I won't fall for the same lies again." 

I looked down to see the demon's hand cupping my poor breast. He seemed to be pleased that it filled his large hand, but I wasn't pleased. The wizard's son had been obsessed with my breasts, always squeezing and poking them, which served no purpose but to leave me wanting more. If I begged him to touch me elsewhere, to explore my wetness, he'd get angry, and call me dirty. I'd try to touch myself then, in frustration, but that made him furious, and he forbade me. I hated my breasts, for they'd brought me nothing but pain. 

"You're just like him," I mumbled, "I'm just a walking pair of melons to you men." The demon didn't stop his toying as he looked down into my eyes. I felt my nipple suddenly pinched between his fingers, and I winced and squirmed a bit. I felt captivated by his intense green eyes, and was unable to look away. His finger was now tracing slow, soft circles around my nipple, and I sighed softly, averting my gaze. He chuckled, and then to my surprise, he let go of my hair, and roughly lifted me up and backwards. With my hands bound behind me, I lost my balance, but he plopped me down on the edge of a soft leather-covered table. He followed, moving closer to me, his corded thighs moving between my legs to spread them to either side. 

With eyes wide, I watched helplessly as he lowered his head to my breast. All I could see was his thick black hair, and then his lips took in my nipple. It was as if he stripped the flesh from my bud, leaving raw sensitive nerves, for I felt a riveting shock pass through me. His warm lips kissed my breast, moving around the tender peak as if searching for something. His kisses trailed across and around to the side of the soft mound, and found a sensitive spot I didn't know I had.

"S-stop that!" I pleaded, my eyes closing as his lips pressed the attack. His other hand was on me then, and he squeezed my stiffening nipple and rolled it in his fingers. It was too much, and I squirmed on the table, but his lips and fingers continue their combined assault. I felt my head roll back, a soft gasp escaping my lips, as the heat began to surface in my body. My breasts began to feel swollen and huge, and I moaned as his mouth took possession of my engorged peak. Suddenly a felt a fiery pressure on my poor nipple - it must have been his teeth, nipping me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. Each gentle bite sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but squirm in his arms. Oh god, my previous lover had never done such things! 




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 01



"Do you like that, my dark-haired sorceress?" he whispered, raising his head up to look at my flushed face. 

"N-no, I do not!" I lied, trying to sit still as his hands continued to lift and push my mounds together, his fingers softly caressing my swollen nipples. "I--I want you to stop." His left hand left my breast to move up and grip the back of my neck. 

"You lie to me, girl," he said. "Do you think you can get away with such things, here in my home?" My eyes went wide, and I shook my head that I didn't know. "Let me show you," he replied in a reasonable voice. His powerful arms then lifted me off the table and set me on my feet again. Then he took my shoulders and turned me around.

I screamed, my legs buckling. There in the room, not 10 feet away from me, were two of the bandits that I had killed early in the day. Both looked dirty and bloody, but there was no question they were alive, and their eyes burned brightly as they gazed at me. I took a step back, coming up against a solid wall of muscle. 

"It can't be," I blurted, incredulous, "they're - they're dead!"

The demon chuckled. "Not dead, just damaged. You are not the only user of magic, my dear girl. I had my minions bring them here so I could heal them." My eyes were locked on the two men who stared at me in rage. My legs felt weak, and I slumped, but the demon held me up. 

"Why? Why did you heal them?"

He chuckled, bringing his hands to my shoulders. "I thought they might have some use - in my plans for you." I trembled, shaking my head. It was a nightmare.

"Men," he said to the two filthy brigands, "how would you like to get your hands on this young sorceress?" They gradually took their eyes off me and looked at the demon. Then slowly the rage in their eyes changed, and they looked at me again. Only this time, I felt their eyes traveling down my near naked body. I closed my thighs without thinking, and shrunk back against the muscle-bound demon.

"Please, no," I begged, turning to look up at my captor. "You can't do this, I beg you!"

He looked down at me with a cruel smile. "You lied to me, and I think these two will serve out your punishment."

I shook my head wildly. "Noo!! I will not lie again, I promise! Please, I . . . won't . . . don't give me to these men." The tears began to trickle down my face. The world had turned horrible, and I felt defeated, humiliated. I was a young but powerful sorceress just hours ago, and now I was naked and bound, and about to be ravaged by two filthy pirates.

"I will make you a deal," said the demon, finally. I was still crying, so he tilted my head up to look at him. "You will obey me without question, and I will spare you from these men. But disobey or lie to me again, and you will become their plaything. Is that clear? Do we have a deal?" With damp eyes I looked at the handsome demon, and then at the two disgusting men, and I realized I had no choice. I nodded with a sob, lowering my head. The demon lifted my head again and spoke, "I will hear it from your own mouth."

With one last glance at the now disappointed faces of the two bandits, I eagerly said the words. "I p-promise to obey you . . without question. And I promise to tell the truth!"

"Good," said the demon. Then he gestured at the two men, who still stared at me lustily. They didn't move, and I looked up to see the demon's eyes narrow. "Go now," he commanded, raising his right hand, which had started to glow a burnt orange color. "My minions will see you fed. You will be my guest while I train this girl. If she disobeys me, I will need your services."

That seemed to pick up their spirits a bit, and with one last look at me, they tromped out, leaving me alone with the demon. My shoulders were still slumped in defeat, but I looked up at the one who had defeated me. "Are you really a demon?" I asked him. "Is this your true form."

He looked at me and gave me a toothy grin. "You are not in the position to make requests. Do you not find my form pleasing?"

I paused before answering, remembering his threat about lying. I sighed in defeat. "You are very handsome. But I have heard stories, about the true form of demons . . ."

"And I have also heard stories," he replied. "that you wizards have a secret word, that if spoken, binds the wizard to your command until you release her." 

My god, I thought. How could he know about that? I was about to deny it, but the look in his eyes showed he could read my expression. "So it is true," he exclaimed, delighted. "You will give me this word, at once."

I shook my head. "I cannot! I---do what you will, even give me to the bandits, but I will not tell you! To do so would be a fate worse than death."

The demon seemed to believe me, for he nodded. "I believe you would not willingly tell me," he said. His mouth twisted cruelly, "and for that I am grateful."

"Grateful?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, for I look forward to the challenge of extracting this word from you." I shivered as I realized his intention. As if to confirm my fears, his hands came up then, to the current bane of my existence, my large and sensitive breasts. Without wasting time, he began to rekindle the feelings from earlier. The ropes that encircled my breasts seemed to tighten a little, forcing them outward to fill his strong hands. Squeezed by the soft ropes, they seemed to become more sensitive, and I moaned helplessly.

"Tell me girl," he said, moving around behind me so that his warm breath caressed by bare neck. "Did your pitiful human lover make you scream in pleasure for him? Did he make you climax as he stroked you deeply?"

"He . . .emm-ohh!" I gasped as I felt his hand move down my lower back to take hold of the rope that passed beneath me. "He said I lacked sensitivity. He . . . I was unable to . . . please stop that! Must you ask me such questions?" I pleaded.

In response, I felt a sudden tugging on the silk panties I still wore beneath the rope, and then a tearing sound followed by the sensation of cool air on my now exposed pussy. I reflexively closed my thighs together, but that only served to bulge out my naked folds between the two ropes that squeezed it. I whimpered at the terribly unfamiliar sensations of down there.

"Tell me, my good little slave, are you wet for me yet?" he replied, his fingers lifting my chin. His gaze and the question made my face flush, and I shook my head.

"No?" he demanded, misinterpreting me. "Another lie?"

"No!" I protested, "I . . . I don't know. I'm not your slave! Please don't ask me such things?"

"No," he agreed, "you're not my slave. A slave would be wet for me already, just from my touch. And she would orgasm without me even entering her. You wouldn't do those things, would you, sorceress?"

"No," I gasped, shaking my head. His finger was doodling lines on my breast, around my still engorged nipples, and it was terribly distracting. "I'm not a slave, I wouldn't . . . orgasm just from . . . what you're doing to me."

I wasn't some virgin, I knew what it would take to make me come. Well, I knew it would take a lot more than kisses and touching, since I was pretty sure my lover had never made me climax. Then I gasped, for he was lifting me up onto the leather table again. I was helpless to do anything but go along, as he pushed my torso down flat on the table, my bound hands trapped between it and my back. My legs dangled over the table edge, and I whimpered as I felt them spread wide by his powerful hands. I was trembling at the thought of what was coming next, as I felt the cool air on my exposed lips, pushed together and upward by the ropes that straddled my pussy. His hands on my knees began a slow slide down my inner thighs toward the burning at my center. Then he touched me there, and I screamed. His finger slid into my wet crevice, cruelly spreading my fluids around, and coaxing a moan from my mouth. I'd never felt so wet, and he'd hardly done anything yet.

Then I was lifting my ass up from the table to try to escape the sensation of the binding that passed between my buttocks. He was toying with the rope, gently lifting it, and watching amused as I rose up in unison. Then his other hand was on my bottom, caressing the smooth flesh, and I shivered and shied away. Holding the rope in one hand, my hips dangled in the air as his other hand caressed my curves. I never knew I was so sensitive back there, and I looked down in dismay to see my eager breasts jutting outward, capped by my swollen brown nipples. His hand was down between my cheeks, exploring, and I wiggled my bottom in protest. Then I screamed -- I tried to twist away, to escape the exploring finger, but his cruel finger followed me and tormented me. 

"Oh god, please s-stop!" I gasped. A few more seconds of exploring had me shaking and squirming, and then blissfully, his finger left me, but the uncomfortable sensation was still rippling through my body. 

"I see your lover limited himself to your other holes," commented the demon, chuckling. I blushed brightly, but it only drove him to laugh harder. "And he was wrong about another thing. You are exquisitely sensitive." I had never felt such embarrassment, for he spoke the truth. I was reacting to him like he was my lover. It wasn't fair - powerful and commanding men had always made me weak, and he seemed to know my body much better than I did. I wasn't built to resist such things. But I needed to fight him, or god knows what would happen to me.

He must have read my attempt at resisting, for in seconds he was lifting my torso toward him. He entrapped my hair with his hand, and was lowering his lips to mine. I tried to turn my head, I didn't want to kiss him. But he had complete control, and our lips met with a shocking tingle in my belly. I felt his tongue trying to press between my tightly closed lips, but I strained to keep my mouth closed. His lips felt warm on mine, and it took all my concentration to keep from opening and giving in to his insistent kiss.

Then I whimpered, for I could feel his free hand slowly trailing a soft caress down my bare belly. I shook my head, still resisting his kiss, but the hand continued to wander down over my trembling curves, around my hip, and down between my thighs. His fingers were greeted by a wet trickle of fluid from my pussy, and he spread the wetness around until my lips were slick with my own juices. He broke the kiss and pushed me back down on the table.

I whimpered as I lay helpless, humiliated by my terribly aroused body. "Please, what do you want from me?" I begged, trying to close my widespread thighs. I couldn't imagine a more humiliating position, lying on my back, my wrists bound behind me, with my legs spread wide by his hands. I couldn't see what he was doing, which made his touches even more shocking.

"Ohhh!!" I moaned, as a finger slid around my labia, up to the top, to trace a circle around my tender clitoris. I trembled, biting my lip as I felt a warmth permeating my insides. Then his hand gripped the ropes above my pussy and lifted them, squeezing my pussy lips together tightly. Into that tight crevice, he inserted his finger, slowly and inexorably. I spasmed in pleasure, as my inner muscles tried to repel the invasion, but his finger slid in further. "Oh no! Stop, please!" I whimpered, but his finger continued deeper, driving me wild. Then I felt something deep inside me, a strange pressure, and then a delicious jolt of pleasure rippled through me, making my thighs jerk.

"Please, wha-what are you doing-ohhh!" His finger was touching something deep inside me, and each little movement of his finger caused a spasm inside me. Almost immediately I felt my heat rising uncontrollably, and then his finger was moving faster, twirling about inside me. "Oh, oh!" I gasped with each movement, soft cries coming from my throat as my heart beat faster and faster. He continued his torture without mercy, and in seconds I felt an uncontrollable wave of pleasure roll over me. I cried out as my pussy clenched his finger over and over, my body shaking, and my nipples threatening to burst. His finger extended my orgasm longer, and longer, and my back arched until my hips were lifted off the table. Just before I thought I would pass out, the wave dissipated, and a feeling of intense satisfaction rolled over me. "Oh god, oh god," I whimpered, my back settling down flat. His finger withdrew, soaked in my warm juices, and I trembled. 

When my senses returned, along with it came intense humiliation at my wanton display of need. I tried to roll over, to hide my face in shame, but his hands on my hips prevented it. "You bastard . . ." I murmured.

"Ah, so the sorceress experiences her first orgasm," said the demon, chuckling. "Tell me, did you like it? Judging by how quickly you came, I'd say you did."

After the humiliation of the last few minutes, words no longer had much meaning. "Yes," I whispered. 

"Do you want me to do that again? Answer honestly." I looked down in shame. My thighs felt slick with my own wetness, and the delicious sensations he'd given me had nearly made me faint. Truly my body was ready for more, for my nipples ached and I felt a burning need in my pussy that demanded relief. I nodded in answer to his question. 

"Good," purred the demon. He reached forward to grab the ropes on my chest, then lifted me upright so I was facing him. "You willingly ask for your own use, and so quickly. However, let us not forget that you came here, to my home, to kill me. Does it seem right, that in return, I give you nothing but pleasure?"

I wanted to protest, for I hadn't given in, I had simply answered honestly about my body's need, hadn't I? I looked at him, into his green eyes. There was cruelty there, and I shivered, to think that I had believed I could face such a demon. "You were preying on innocent girls," I murmured, having trouble speaking. "You had to be stopped."

"I only gave them what they desired, just as I gave you what you desired," he replied, his hand cupping my firm breast, his thumb rubbing my nipple.

"I did na-not!" I gasped, rendered helpless by his simple touch on my breast. "You have bewitched my . . . my body."

"No matter," he said. "The point is, in return for plotting to kill me, I am going to repay you."

My blood ran cold, and suddenly I had to escape, I struggled in my bonds. He only laughed. "Please," I begged, fear making me shake. "Don't kill me!"

The demon shook his head. "No, I am going to release you." I didn't believe him of course. He continued, "No, for you, sorceress, I will give you a fate worse than death. You will become the plaything of men. In the presence of any man who desires you, you will become helpless with need. This will serve two purposes. First, it will be the perfect punishment for a proud sorceress who believes herself above the common man. Second, it will prepare your body for your future life as my personal slave."

My head was reeling. "I . . I don't understand." The demon brought his hand to my thighs, inserting his middle finger. I arched my back, my mouth flying open to emit my cry of surprise and pleasure. 

"Of course you don't. Your virgin flesh is much too tender and tight to accept me. I would damage you terribly, and I have no wish to cause you such pain. I do not take females until their bodies are ready to take my full size."

He seemed to be telling me he wasn't going to rape me, and that was an enormous relief, but the part about the punishment . . . "How?" I asked.

"How will I punish you?" he asked, grinning evilly. Then he held up something in his hand in front of me. It was a gold ring. "I'm going to put this ring on you. When it is dormant, you will feel nothing. Yet when any man who desires you, touches you, it will come alive, enflaming your need. Once activated, the only way to stop the ring, is to touch it. Then it will become dormant again."

I was starting to realize he was serious. He intended to release me. I tried not to let my hopes rise too high, in case it was all a trick. Yet the prospect of escaping this place, even with some strange ring on my finger, was uplifting. "So, all I have to do is touch the ring, and it will go dormant?" I asked. It seemed rather simple, there must be some catch.

"Yes, that's right," said the demon, his grin cruel. "However, you may find the ring hard to reach for yourself." With that, he pushed my torso back down against the table, so I was on my back again. Then his fingers were on my womanhood. I gasped and squeezed my eyes tight, as I felt his finger going inside me. My pussy was still slippery and warm, and his finger slid deeply inside. Then I felt a coldness deep inside me, but it went away quickly. He withdrew his fingers and pulled me upright again. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I looked at him confused, then my mouth opened in realization. "You . . . . you put that ring inside me?" I gasped, incredulous.

"Yes," he said, laughing at the shock on my face. "It is encircling your fleshy nub deep inside you. I doubt you can reach it yourself, but you're welcome to try."

Finally I understood why it would not be so easy to touch the ring. Judging by how deeply his fingers had gone, I was quite sure it was beyond my own reach. That meant . . . "You bastard! How . . . how can I touch that?"

"Oh you can't," he replied. "You will need help with that, I suspect. And before you go inserting all manner of objects inside your tight little pussy, I should tell you it must be touched by flesh, not inanimate object."

I winced and bit my lip. What had initially not sounded so bad, now seemed nightmarish. Still, if he was going to let me go, perhaps I could find a way to get rid of the thing. "So . . . I am free to go now?" I asked, not expecting a positive answer.

"Yes," he replied. "you are free to go. Don't worry, I know you are disappointed that I didn't do more delicious things to you. But I'll save that for later. I will know when you are ready to be my slave, the ring will call to me." It wasn't true, I didn't want more of his . . . humiliating touches . . . did I? I felt so helpless, and yet, nothing had ever felt as pleasurable as the things he'd done to me. I pushed that thought from my head as quickly as it appeared "And this . . . thing I'm wearing?" I asked. 

"There is no need for that now," he said. "The ring will prevent your magic from working . . . while it is active. While it is dormant, you are free to fireball to your heart's content."

Now this I definitely didn't believe, but no sooner had he spoken, than the rope dress began to turn back into string. Once it had transformed, my wrists became free, and after a nod from the demon, I pulled the dress off of me. It felt so good to feel free again, without those bindings on my wrists, my breasts . . and my tender pussy. My nakedness still made me blush, and I covered myself with my arms as best I could. Then he gestured for the door, holding his arm out. Still unsure, I walked sideways, not willing to turn my back on him. But he did nothing but watch me as I walked toward the door. 

Then he spoke. "And keep in mind, I may drop by to visit you, from time to time. And I'll bring your favorite dress," he added, holding up the rope dress. His words frightened me, and he grinned at my reaction, moving close enough to reach out and run his hand up my thigh. I felt my pussy react eagerly and wetly to his touch, and I whimpered at my own vulnerability to his simple touch. Then he let me go, and with one last look at his powerful, handsome frame, I was gone.

I walked out of the deep cave, noticing that the burning desire in my body only barely subsided. Yet the further I got from the demon, the more my spirits lifted. Nervous, I tried an incantation spell, and when the walls lit up with light, I almost fainted from relief. It felt so good to have my magic back, that I giggled in delight. Soon I came upon the pool, where I had first encountered the demon posing as Alex. 




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 02



A note to readers: Thank you for being patient and for your wonderful feedback! I promise I won't take as long for the next one. :)

The words of my old mentor came to mind. "It's not the broadsword that gets you, it's the dagger." The demon had let me escape with my life, but he'd taken my boots. As I followed my young warrior friend Alex down the rocky trail, every step was a painful jolt to the nerves in my bare feet. I couldn't go much further without something on my feet. Perhaps it was too much too expect thoughtfulness from a demon. 

"Oww!" I cried, stopping and lifting my foot. The soft bottom of my foot was bleeding a little. The motion lifted my skirt just as Alex turned back to see what had happened, and I quickly put down my foot, saying a silent prayer that he hadn't seen anything. He showed no sign, instead reaching out to help me again. 

"No!" I protested, pulling my arm back before he could take hold of it. He gave me a strange look, then shrugged, as if odd behavior was to be expected of a female. He'd already twice offered to carry me. It was probably time to tell him. 

"Alex . . ." I said haltingly, "the demon . . . he cursed me. If any man touches me . . . it will cause me great discomfort . . ."

Alex looked alarmed that he had almost touched me. "In truth?" he asked. "why . . . what sort of discomfort? Pain?"

I struggled to look him in the eye. I was a terrible liar. "Well . . . I'm not sure . . . and I don't want to find out." 

The young man nodded sympathetically. "This . . . . demon, what else did he say?"

I hated to lie to Alex, but I had no choice. With any luck, I could find my mentor, Ezekiel, before ever having to deal with the cursed ring the demon had placed inside me. "That was it, that the touch of a man would set off the ri—err, my discomfort."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Usually magic is quite specific. Perhaps it is only flesh you must avoid." He looked thoughtful. "You could . . . ride on my shoulders, and I could carry you down the mountain. Clearly you cannot walk, and I have nothing to put on your feet."

I bit my lip. He was right, if I didn't touch his skin, I might be ok. And if we were wrong, then I'd find out soon enough. "Ok, let's try that. But you should put on your gloves."

"Yes, good idea," responded Alex, pulling out his black leather gloves and putting them on. Then he bent over, gesturing for me to climb on his back. With a deep breath, I took hold of his shoulders and hoisted myself up on his back. His arms moved under my thighs to hold me in place, while my arms went around his chest. 

After a few moments, I realized I was still holding my breath, but nothing had happened. Either our thinking was correct, or Alex didn't desire me. That was another stipulation, the touch of a man who didn't desire me would have no effect. I felt my stomach tighten at the thought of the latter possibility. 

"Well, I think it's ok," I announced, relief in my voice. "Good thinking, Alex!" I complimented him, patting him on the shoulder. He turned his head to smile at me, and then set off down the mountain, at double the pace we'd managed before. I gripped Alex's strong back tightly as he dashed down the treacherous slope like a mountain sheep, then relaxed as we reached flatter ground. I could feel his strong muscles working beneath my arms, and I sighed contentedly, holding on tightly. Alex's steady gait and the day's events weighed on my eyes, making them droop. I rested my head on the young man's leather-covered shoulder and closed my eyes to take a quick nap.

"Karina? Karina, are you awake?" the whisper near my ear made me pry my eyes open. It was dusk, and I looked up to see a sign above my head. Wrathgar Country Tavern. I mumbled something in a sleepy voice. 

Alex chuckled, "so my sleeping beauty is awake? We're here, I brought you back to your inn. I thought you could freshen up, and then we could grab something to eat?"

"Yes, that sounds good," I said. Reluctantly, I climbed down off his shoulders, landing gingerly on my still sore feet. I turned to look at Alex, who didn't seem even a bit tired, despite carrying me on his shoulders for the two hour walk from the demon's cave. I realized I was staring at him, and I smiled, reaching up to his face, and then awkwardly patting his chest in thanks. Then my eyes widened as I remembered something.

"Oh dear," I exclaimed. "my money purse . . . the demon has it!"

Alex looked at me. "Are you sure? But . . . that has your payment for the task. How . . .?"

I had promised to pay Alex a small fee for his help, not because he'd asked for it, but because I knew he had no money. "Oh dear, Alex, I'm so sorry!" I said, my hand going to my lips. "I . . ."

The dear, he tried to hide his disappointment in me, but not before I saw it. I felt terrible, that I'd put him through all this for nothing. "I'm sorry . . ."I murmured. "I'll make it up to you, Alex, I promise!" I said. "I'll find another job, one that doesn't involve demons." 

He was looking into the distance, deep in thought. Then his attention returned to me after a moment, as if he hadn't heard me speak. "Oh. Uh, it's no matter, Karina, you did your best. You don't need to pay me, but . . . I'd like to join you, on your adventures." He smiled and winked at me. "My bow might come in handy again."

"Oh, my god, that would be wonderful!" I blurted. My eyes must have lit up like two bright suns, because he laughed. I ignored him and continued babbling. "Let's leave now, um, we can travel back in the direction of the Wizard's Tower, and look for quests along the way."

"Hold on, little one," he said, laughing as I made a face at being called 'little one.' "You need some rest, why don't you stay the night at the inn. I have to make some arrangements before I leave. I should check up on my friend as well, make sure she's recovering. I'll return for you in the morning, how does that sound?"

Of its own volition, a frown appeared on my face at his mention of his 'friend,' the blond damsel in distress. Must I be so transparent? I thought, wanting to slap myself. I nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Take your time!" I blurted too eagerly. "I'll just . . . prepare myself—wash up, I mean! For bed . . of course." 

I realized then my best tactic would be to just keep my mouth shut. Alex stood there smiling at me curiously, perhaps wondering what distant star I had descended from. With a wink he turned to leave, "Yes, you . . . wash up, for bed of course, and get some rest. I'll be back in the morning," he said over his shoulder. 

Twice I opened my mouth to speak to Alex, but I didn't know what to say. I bit my lip, watching the handsome warrior walk away from me. As I watched him go, my heart sank. Stupid me, offering him time with the pretty blond. Should I have asked him to stay the night? Would that be too forward? I reached up and pulled a strand of my dark brown hair in front of my face so I could see it. If only I knew a spell to make my hair blond, I thought. Then he'd want to spend the night with me, I wouldn't have to ask. I wanted to call out to him, to beg him to stay, but couldn't think of a reason that wouldn't sound desperate. 

Then in the distant haze past the departing Alex, I could just make out three riders on horseback approaching. I suddenly had a strange ominous feeling, but from that distance it wasn't a rational fear. I shrugged it off and walked through the doors.

The small tavern inn was completely empty as I walked to the bar, which doubled as a check-in desk. I could use a good night's sleep before we set off for the Wizard's Tower in the morning. We could make the trip in three days probably, stopping if we found some side jobs. As I approached the bar, I noted the bartender's appraising look, and remembered the demon's warning about the ring. I realized that I had best cover myself up, for men in these parts were fond of stealing a touch when they passed by a pretty girl. Best to attract as little attention as possible.

"Ah, our visiting wizard returns!" said the bartender, his eyes on my tight-fitting top. "Did you slay the demon of the mountain?" His tone indicated skepticism in my abilities, so I ignored him and asked for my key. After realizing I wasn't going to answer him, the burly man humphed and rummaged through a drawer for my key, finding it and slapping it on the counter. I leaned over the counter to reach for the key, but just as my hands curled over the wooden key ring, the bartender reached out to grab it. "Not so fast, lassie," he said as I let go of the key just in time to avoid getting touched. "I'll expect payment for the room first," he added, his earlier friendliness having departed. 

"I . . . left my money purse in my room, I'll pay you tomorrow," I lied, trying to look innocent. 

The bartender leaned against the counter, so that he could take in the full view of my figure. Innocent I could do, but clearly I had to work on my lying. "A likely story," he sneered. "I suppose you'll have to find another way to pay me then, that is, if you want to stay another night."

I wasn't that innocent; I didn't like the sneer he gave me. I stood with my fists clenched, wondering what to do. It was at that moment, the doors to the tavern burst open. The innkeepers eyes reluctantly left me to look over my shoulder, and I saw his countenance darken. Turning, I gasped as I saw the three men I'd spotted earlier striding rapidly toward us. The larger man in front was dressed in a warrior mage's leather armor, decorated with red and gold trim. This man was physically powerful, and stood a good foot above my head. I cursed the demon again for taking my boots, and in turn a precious inch or two of height. His two followers were nearly as tall and muscular, and as the three men approached us, I felt myself take a step backward to bump up against the bar. Standing in front of these armored warriors in the demon's skimpy outfit, I fought to keep my hands from trying to cover myself. I was still a sorceress, and bowed to no man.

The innkeeper spoke first. "Welcome, guests, to the Wrathgar tavern and inn. Can I get you a room for the night, or perhaps a fine meal and drink?"

The one in red stopped an uncomfortably short distance from me, and looked first at the bartender, then me. "I seek a young female sorceress, I heard there is one who recently came to your town. Do you know where I can find this female?" He looked at me with blue eyes, tinged with cruelty, and I knew then why I had sensed something from these travelers. My mentor had warned me once, about a sect of wizards called the Crusaders. According to the rumors, this sect of men believed that female wizards were an affront to the traditionally male-dominated domain of magic. There were stories of these Crusaders murdering wizards who chose to teach females. The things they did to the female wizards themselves did not bear repeating.

It was said the Crusaders usually traveled in groups of three – master and two apprentices. I looked from one man to the other. Well, if these men had come for a fight, they'd have one. I returned the man's gaze coolly, as I waited for the innkeeper to answer. 

"I'm afraid I haven't seen one, sir. Perhaps you are mistaken, we are a simple town," answered the innkeeper behind my back. I tried not to let my surprise show. I had fully expected him to point me out. Perhaps he was waiting for a reward. 

The blue eyes left me to glare at the innkeeper. "I assure you, innkeeper, I am not. And I am offering a reward of 10 silver pieces to the man who helps me find this sorceress."

There it was, 10 silver pieces ought to do the trick. Instead, the innkeeper just laughed. "10 silver pieces eh? She must be quite special, that you desire so to find her. How would I know her if I saw her? Would she be wearing a pointy hat and funny slippers then, eh?" The innkeeper chuckled at his own joke, but the three visitors didn't seem to share his sense of humor.

"You? In your ignorance, you would not know," replied blue eyes, dismissively. Then he looked at me again, his intense blue eyes cruel and confident. Suddenly I felt an urge to flee, the way a rabbit must feel facing a wolf. Who was I kidding, I couldn't take on three wizards, not in my tired state. 

"We have ways to identify a magic user, however," said Blue Eyes. "A sorceress cannot hide her magical abilities from one such as I."

It was a convincing show, but I was pretty sure this man couldn't know for sure if I was the sorceress he was after, how could he? He was probably just fishing. I thought I should say something.

"I . . . sir, I'm not a . . . sorceress, I assure you," I babbled, not having to fake being nervous. 

He smiled at me for a moment, then chuckled. "No, my lovely, I suspect you are not." He gestured down my body. "A female like you is built for more . . . earthly purposes."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I got the general idea, and my hands balled into fists again. For once, I kept my mouth shut. The wizard was like any other man, taking a thrill at intimidating helpless women. He turned back to the innkeeper. "Tell me innkeeper, other than this one, are there any females here at your inn?"

I decided then I probably should take my cue to leave, so I mumbled an 'excuse me' to no one in particular and made my move toward the stairs. I was stopped almost immediately by a strong grip on my bare upper arm. I turned in alarm to look at the man in red who held me.

"Just a moment, girl," he said casually, "I'm not done with you yet."

I gaped at him in a mixture of anger and horror. He'd touched me. Clearly he desired me too, I could tell that from the way his eyes had been looking me up and down. Sure enough, I felt a tiny flaring of warmth between my thighs, deep inside me. I glared at him. "Take your hand off me! How dare you touch me! " Fear constricted my throat, so my shout came out more like a squeak. 

He only looked at me with interest. As I felt a kind of warm throbbing begin between my thighs, I resisted the sudden urge to squeeze my legs together. I should have been more careful, I thought, anger rising to redden my face. "I . . . I need to go," I protested, hoping the appearance of impatience would mask my growing fear. 

"Let her go," said the innkeeper. All eyes, including mine, turned to him in surprise. "She's my new serving girl . . . she needs to get ready for her shift." As if perfectly planned, the door to the inn opened and a small crowd of customers sidled in. The innkeeper nodded. "See, my customers are showing up, I need her to get to work."

I couldn't believe the gruff-looking barkeep was risking his own life to help me. I made a mental note to give the burly innkeeper a big kiss, but Blue Eyes was not quite ready to give up his prize. "I see, a serving girl," he said, still holding me by the arm and looking at me. "she is dressed strangely for a serving girl though."

The growing throb deep inside me was incredibly distracting, and the pleasurable sensations combined with my fear to make me tremble a bit. The Crusader seemed to notice and his grip tightened, increasing my apprehension. The innkeeper broke the silence.

"Her uniform is in the back room, she was just about to go get changed. I'll ask you for the last time to let my girl go." The innkeeper turned his head and nodded, and I followed his eyes over to the corner of the large room. There stood a well-built and hard-looking man watching the proceedings as if he'd been there all the time. The man's hand moved to his sword, and then the wizard seemed to pause. "Very well, innkeeper," said the blue-eyed wizard, and for a second, I thought I would be let go, but then my hopes were dashed. "We'll take only a moment then." 

My shaking increased, and inexplicably the imminent danger I faced seemed to be heightening the sensations of warm pleasure between my thighs. Of their own accord, my thighs squeezed together. With my short skirt leaving little to the imagination, the movement caught the eye of the man who held me, and he grinned in amusement as he held up a hand to my face. As I watched in horror tinged with fascination, his hand began to glow a greenish blue. It was some sort of detection spell, I could tell from the colors, and I knew I had only seconds before I was discovered. I knew the three of them could stop me before I could use my magic – I needed a good old fashioned weapon. Eying the crusader's dagger at his belt, I prepared to grab it. Perhaps if I could take out the leader, the other two would think twice about a magical exchange. I was about to make my move, when the wizard spoke.

"She is not the one," he said to his two apprentices, his voice tinged with disappointment. "This one has no magic ability whatsoever. A pity, I was looking forward to performing the rituals on her." 

I was sure he saw my surprise before I could wipe it from my face, but the wizard had too much confidence in his spell to second guess my reaction. Then I remembered the demon's words. With activation of the ring inside me, my magic abilities would disappear. As always, I marveled at fate's impeccable timing. 

"Alright, wizard, you've had your fun, now let her go," said the innkeeper. Reluctantly, the Crusader let go of my arm. I stood there glaring at the man who only moments ago had had me trembling in fear. I rubbed the soreness in my arm. With a final look at me that spoke of unfinished business, the wizard and his men turned. Moving to a table to sit down, the leader spoke over his shoulder, "we'll stay the night here, innkeeper. Tis not up to our usual standards, but we've tired of traveling. Have your serving girl bring us a meal and some ale."

When his back was turned, I stuck out my tongue and made a face, only to realize the innkeeper was looking at me. Embarrassed at my childish response to the sudden relief, I smiled sheepishly. His craggy face cracked a slight grin, then he gestured toward the kitchen. He was right - we still had to play out our ruse as long as the Crusaders were here. I quickly followed the large man back through the kitchen door. Out of earshot, he turned to face me. I immediately thanked him.

"Sir, I want to thank you for what you did back there. I probably owe you my life!" I said, meaning it. 

I noticed the large man had kind eyes up close. He shook his head. "I have no love for those Crusader types – fanatics if you ask me. I do however need a serving girl, for my last one is swollen with child. I'll give you a free room for the night, plus a small cut of the takings, probably a few silver a night. It's hard work, but the pay is good. How's that sound?"

He was right, it was much better pay than I expected. A few silver pieces would be enough for Alex and I to get by for a couple days, and besides, until those men left, I was stuck. I nodded my agreement.

"Good!" said the man. "You can call me Max, by the way. The guard's name is Jorus, if you get in trouble with the customers, just give him a yell. Now hurry and get into your uniform."

Big Max handed me a small pile of clothing and a pair of short boots, and then directed me toward the meat storage room for me to change. Eying the soft white boots eagerly, I went into the room and set down the clothes on a bench.

The storage room smelled strongly of cured meat, and I felt a pang of hunger. As the fear of the encounter with the wizard wore off, I became increasingly aware of the effect of the ring inside me. I felt a warm, almost comforting heat in my belly, and I felt a strange urge to touch myself. Of course I was not the type to do such a thing, even the urge made me feel embarrassed. A powerful sorceress would never give in to such base urges, I'd been taught that many a time. Still, as I pulled off my skirt and top, the cool air on my skin made me shiver, and I was shocked as I looked down to see my nipples fully erect and sensitive. The sensations were growing, but they were hardly overwhelming. If the demon's purpose was to get me to offer myself to strange men, he'd have to do more than this. I was beginning to think the demon had underestimated my self control – the ring's effects were actually quite pleasant, and distracting rather than debilitating.




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 02



A knock on the storage door brought me back to matters at hand. "Miss, hurry up in there will you? I have thirsty customers out here!" Max's voice was more jovial than angry, but I hurried into my uniform. Actually, uniform was not really the proper term, I decided as I got dressed, because it seemed to be missing considerable material. The tiny white panties went on first, then the skirt. The red skirt was slit high on the hips, and hung down to mid thigh, while the red and white top pushed my breasts together to show off plenty of cleavage. The top was a bit small, while the skirt was a bit big, but it was close enough. The soft boots in particular felt good on my sore feet. The panties might have been a bit small, because I felt the urge to squirm. There was no mirror to check myself, so I simply shrugged and opened the door.

Max turned to look, his eyes lingering a bit, before he gestured toward a table. I walked over, feeling better to have something covering my feet. There was a diagram with table numbers, which I quickly memorized, and then I picked up a tray filled with drinks and roast chicken pieces, and moved to my first table. As I walked through the kitchen door to the tavern area, I discovered I was not prepared for what I found. The previously empty room was now half filled with sitting and standing customers, mostly men - adventurer types, a few farmers perhaps. Yet almost all had one thing in common, they turned their eyes on me as I entered, and their eyes stayed on me as I paused in mid step. I suddenly felt next to naked; I could feel their eyes moving up my bare legs, looking at my red & white outfit, and the curve of my upright breasts that jutted out over the tray of food & drink in my hands. As I stood there, riveted to the floor, I saw some of the men make approving comments to their friends without taking their eyes off me. It was an unfamiliar, and I found, quite uncomfortable position to be in.

A bark from Max the innkeeper got me moving again, and I delivered my tray to the right table, a group of six men who looked like soldiers or town guards. I avoided eye contact with their hungry looks as I distributed their food and drinks, but I was unable to avoid the hand that slid up between my knees from behind me. I squeaked in surprise and glared at the soldier sitting to my right. Too long cloistered in training at the Wizard's Tower, I'd forgotten just how brazen these kind of men could be. Then as if on cue, the ring buried deep within my most private place hummed, sending a wave of warm tingles through my body, and I almost dropped the tray as my limbs became weak, and my jaw dropped open helplessly. Spurred by my reaction, the soldier gestured to his buddy to my left, and then there was a second hand sliding up the front of my thigh. 

Even under normal circumstances, a touch on my upper thigh would be distracting. I found however that the ring seemed to enhance the sensations, such that their casual touches enflamed my already softly throbbing womanhood. I gasped, closing my thighs tightly, catching a hand between my legs. The tray in my hands tilted, splashing ale onto the table.

"Hey!" came a booming shout from behind the bar. The hands quickly left me as the soldiers turned to see an angry Max. "Leave her be, boys, I have a lot of tables to catch up on."

With great relief, I quickly delivered the rest of the drinks with slightly trembling hands, and returned to the bar for the next batch. No longer being touched, my body's arousal subsided, but only a little. No one touched me after that, and after 10 minutes, I'd caught up on my deliveries. Always I kept an eye on the table where the three Crusaders sat, and I noticed how they watched each and every female who entered the inn. They didn't seem particularly interested in me anymore, and that was all I cared about.

More customers kept arriving, and Max kept me busy non-stop. Several times, male customers had casually touched my bare leg or side as I passed by, but no more than that. Yet after an hour, the dull throbbing deep in my pussy made me feel like I had to pee. I also found my eyes wandering to look at some of the more handsome male customers, and that needed to stop. I asked Max if I could run to the bathroom and he nodded. Inside, I washed my face and relieved myself, but afterwards the slight pressure I felt inside me remained.

As I left the bathroom, I passed a mirror in the hallway, and gasped. "Oh god, have I been walking about shamelessly like this for the last 10 minutes?" I whispered, putting my hand to my mouth. The red and white top clearly showed my nipples poking against the soft material for all to see. I tried pushing them in, but they popped back out eagerly. I'd been so busy I hadn't even noticed this embarrassing side effect of the ring. My need flared at the realization that I'd been displaying myself to a dozen strange men, and I bit my lip until the burning in my poor pussy subsided a bit. I had no time to spare, for Max saw me and sent me back out with more trays.

How could I have been so stupid? The first table I visited, the men were obviously looking at my breasts, and my perky nipples, and I wondered how I didn't notice before. My face turned bright red, and a couple of soldiers laughed. 

"I'd like to suck on those, wouldn't you, Marcus?" said a man across from the table. His friend laughed, answering "I think she'd like that too, my friend." The whole table laughed in agreement as I my whole body blushed to match my serving outfit. I kept my eyes down and delivered their drinks with shaking hands, spilling some ale on my hands. I escaped the table without any more comments, but the damage was done. Another 10 minutes and I was a nervous wreck; I just wanted to run and hide from their approving eyes and bold comments. If only Alex were here, I thought suddenly, as tears began to well up. He was such a gentleman, I would feel better if he was simply here to watch over me.

Max must have been watching me, for as I returned to the kitchen he pulled me aside. The guard, Jorus was standing next to him, and I glanced at him, but he simply regarded me with cool dark eyes. 

"Are you ok there, girly?" Max asked in a surprisingly gentle tone. "You're looking a little flushed."

A tear rolled down my cheek, and I wiped it away disgustedly. "I'm fine, Max, it's ok" I said in reply. Ring or no, I was still a sorceress. Bandits, soldiers, evil creatures I knew how to fight. But this demonic device deep inside me that set my body aflame, I had no idea how to fight it.

"I'm glad, you're doing great, Karina," added Max. Then he looked at Jorus. "Look, my wife has gotten sick, I'm going to ride home to check on her. But Jorus here will run the tavern while I'm out, and he'll watch over you, ok?"

I was a bit confused, for I thought Max had stopped me just to check on me, but I nodded my assent. Max nodded first to me, and then to Jorus, and then he left the two of us standing in the kitchen and went out the back door. 

"Well, I better get back to work then," I said to Jorus, turning. His hand on my arm stopped me. He glanced back to see that Max had already left before he spoke to me.

"You know, girl," he said in a deep voice, "if you're looking to make some money, I could arrange a . . . private session with some of the customers. It would pay 10 silver pieces, for just an hour's work. On your back, of course."

My mouth fell open, and I yanked my arm from his grasp, pushing him away from me. "How dare you!" I exclaimed, indignant. "I don't care how much it pays, I'd never do such a thing! I'm a . . hey!" I yelped as his hand shot out to grab my arm and pull me up close to him. 

He ignored my indignant protest, instead reaching up with his other hand to rub a thumb over the cotton that covered my nipple. "Are you sure, girly? You seem like just the type to me." I recoiled as if struck, and slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me, you bastard!" I hissed, aware that some of the customers had noticed our spat. Keeping my voice low, I continued, "Don't think I won't tell Max when he gets back! I'm just doing this job tonight, and that'll be it. You're welcome to arrange a session for yourself!"

With that I stomped out, grabbing a tray that the cook had left on the counter. I was so angry, that I temporarily forgot about the ring, and my embarrassing arousal. Returning into the dining hall, I noticed the crowd had thinned a bit. One of the soldiers at a large table raised a hand and gestured for me to bring the tray. I should have remembered that men usually became more bold when other women were not present, but I was too distracted by my anger. 

As I stood by the soldiers' table and began to hand out food from the tray, I felt a hand sliding up the back of my thigh underneath my skirt. I gasped as a finger slipped beneath my panties to rub my bottom, and I dropped one of the plates on the table, scattering chicken pieces around the table. With my hand now free, I slapped the wandering hand of the soldier next to me. The men laughed, returning my angry stares with more laughter. "She's a fiery one," said one, "I bet she's quite entertaining in the sheets." 

"Bastards," I muttered, as I moved to a more strategically safe location and handed out the rest of the plates. I wanted nothing more than to be able to conjure a fireball for the whole lot of them, but all I could do was fume. I looked over to where Jorus had stood before, but he seemed to have disappeared. So I jumped when I heard his voice behind me.

"What are you doing, girl?" he demanded as I turned. The guard was standing with his arms crossed, looking at me incredulously. "We don't pay you to drop food on our guests!"

I glared at him and stood my ground. "Did you see what they did?" I demanded, pointing at the table of soldiers. "That one, he . . . . touched me!" I stuttered, my fists balling in anger. "I can't work like this!"

Jorus grunted and waved his hand. "They are simply doing as men do when a pretty girl presents herself so brazenly to them. Your leaning over in front of them was a clear invitation."

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. I heard laughter and agreement from the men at the table, and I shook my head. "No! I . . . that is ridiculous! I don't need the money this badly, I can quit!" All eyes were on me, but I didn't care. 

Jorus raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?" The guard shrugged as if it didn't matter to him. "Very well, you may go. You are no longer under the protection of this inn. I ask that you leave the grounds immediately. Of course, it will be dangerous, the roads are no place for a pretty girl at night. Perhaps you should ask these gentlemen to escort you?"

He was going to kick me out on the street. I'd never been out at night without my magic to protect me. 

"Sure miss," said a voice at the table behind me. "we'll take good care of you!" The laughter that followed told me what they meant by that. I bit my lip in consternation. 

"Or you could stay, finish your job, and earn quite a few silver pieces," said Jorus. 

The bastard really gave me no choice. "That's no choice," I muttered, "but I'll stay. Tell them to keep their hands to themselves." Without another word, I gathered my wits and turned. Jorus wasn't finished with me, however. He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me into the kitchen. Once we were out of earshot, he spoke to me in a low voice.

"Now look here, girl," he said, his finger inches from my nose. "I don't know where you learned how to serve tables, but you won't take that tone with me, or with your customers, do you understand?" I wanted to bite his dirty finger off, but I simply nodded. But he still wouldn't let me go. His look turned darker. "You know those wizards, looking for a female sorceress?" My eyes went wide in shock, and he nodded, knowing he had my attention. "I seem to recall Max saying you were a sorceress. I wonder if that bit of information might be useful to them?" 

I gaped at him. The bastard was going to sell me out. I was about to protest my innocence, but he interrupted me. "Now I don't believe you're a sorceress any more than I'm a crowned prince, but somehow I don't think that will matter to those wizard fanatics, do you?" There went my defense; he was right, they probably were so eager to find a victim, that the validity of the accusation would matter little. My shoulders slumped in defeat, and I shook my head. 

"Well done, girl. Now you're going to finish your work here, and then after they leave, you're going to serve me, in my chambers." 

I must have been naive, for I hadn't seen that coming. His grin broadened as my eyes grew big and my mouth opened to protest. His finger on my lips stopped me. "That's how it's going to be, one night of service on your back, or I turn you in to the wizards. Your choice."

My mind filled with fiery visions of what I would do to this bastard once my powers were returned, and then I realized what I had to do. Without my magic, I was going to be used by one lust-filled man after another, so I had to get it back. That meant getting that damned ring turned off again. The guard was still waiting for an answer, so I simply nodded in mock defeat. 

"Good. Now go and do your job." 

He let me go, and I returned to the dining hall, picking up another tray of drinks on my way. Did these men never stop drinking? I wished Alex had returned, he would be able to get me out of this mess. But he wasn't coming, he was probably going to spend the night with his 'friend,' the pretty blond girl we—I—had rescued. I instantly regretted that train of thought, as my chest grew tight and I felt a lump in my belly. But wherever Alex was, he wasn't here; I would have to get out of this situation on my own. 

A plan formed in my head as I approached the wizards' table. If it had any chance of success, the wizards would have to be out of the room. I delivered some fresh drinks to the three wizards, who looked at me with little more than casual interest. I leaned over like I was putting down a drink and whispered to the lead Crusader.

"The innkeeper and his guard lied to you," I said. "There is a sorceress staying here. I believe she's sleeping in her room, but I don't know which one. You could search the rooms yourself, if I gave you the master key."

I straightened, handing out another drink, while the wizard pondered what I'd told him. He surreptitiously motioned for me to lean over again.

"Your service will be rewarded, girl," he whispered. "Get us the master key, so we can search the rooms. 10 silver pieces are yours if we find her."

I shook my head, "10 silver now, for the master key." 

The Crusader looked at me coldly, and I wondered if I was pushing my luck. But then his expression softened and he nodded, and produced the small pouch he'd waved earlier. I slyly took it and held it hidden under the tray, and returned to the kitchen. Passing Jorus the guard, he gestured. "Hurry up and see to the soldiers."

I nodded dutifully, and as he turned back into the kitchen, I palmed the master key hanging under the counter, then refilled my tray from the kitchen. I returned to the wizards' table, ignoring the grumblings I could hear from the guards table. Leaning over, I dropped the key on the table. 

The Crusader whispered to me again. "You have our gratitude girl. And you better hope we find her. I won't leave this place without a female captive." The look in his eye told me that he'd have his victim, sorceress or no. I nodded nervously and walked to the other table, where the soldiers were getting impatient for their plaything to return. As I walked around the table, careful to keep moving to avoid their naughty hands, I watched the wizard table discretely. After a minute of discussion, the Crusaders began to move. The leader and one of the his apprentices stood up, and made as if to retire, leaving some coins on the table. It looked like the 3rd wizard was going to stay, but then to my great relief, he stood as well, after a long draw from his goblet. Then the three men were heading up the stairs to the second floor. I knew I had no more than 15 minutes to do what had to be done. 

"Hey, Jorus!" burst a shout from the table of soldiers. "That serving girl of yours is ignoring us, what kind of place you runnin' here?"

I'd delayed too long, and the soldiers were getting annoyed. I quickly headed to the kitchen for a new tray of drinks, only once there I was stopped by an angry Jorus. 

"What are you trying to do to me, girl?" he demanded, his grip on my arm hurting me. 

"I . . . I was just going to get their drinks . . ." I protested.

"No!" he said. I watched as his anger changed, to something else. "Now look here, girl. I want you to turn around and give our guests a proper apology. Do it now, or you're out the door, ok?"

"Apology?" I said. Fighting down my temper, I realized I should swallow my pride, or I'd be in much bigger trouble. "Very well," I said finally. 

With his hand still gripping my upper arm, Jorus turned me around to face the soldiers. All eyes turned to look at us. I stumbled as he held me out in front of him, with his hands gripping my upper arms. My hands dangled awkwardly at my sides, well aware of my full breasts and engorged nipples pressing against the cotton for all to see. Dozens of male eyes gazed upon me, heightening my awareness of the throbbing ring inside me. I felt a bit weak and warm in my belly. 

"Our serving girl wants to apologize to all of you," announced Jorus. He paused waiting for me.

"I'm sorry," I announced, without much enthusiasm. Predictably, that wasn't good enough for Jorus, and he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"A proper apology, wench," he instructed. "Or I'll strip you naked and you'll serve them that way."

I stiffened in his grip on my arms, "But what should I say?"

He whispered in my ear, and I paled, then nodded reluctantly. Some of the soldiers grinned in anticipation.

"My dear customers," I said, my voice strained. "I apologize for being . . . a frigid bitch. And I . . . I beg that you let me serve you better this time."

That one got the men cheering. I must have looked like a tomato, the way my cheeks burned. He was a bastard, to make me say that. But it wasn't over. A deep male voice spoke up. I looked over to see one of the soldiers, a handsome, broad shouldered man, who looked like their leader. 

"Jorus, brother, this girl slapped me. I wouldn't trust her to serve me again . . . unless she can prove she'll swallow that pride." 

"She can swallow something else!" shouted one of the soldiers. He was greeted by loud laughter from his pea-brained cohorts.

Before I could tell anyone to stuff it, Jorus answered the man. "You are right, Sir, an excellent idea." He then turned me to face him. "I want you to go to that man, and show him you will be a good little serving wench."

"Now, girl," warned the guard, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Any more disobedience from you, and I'm turning you over to the wizards. This is your last warning, got it?"

I glared at him, but the look in his eyes said he was just asking for an excuse to turn me over. He was one of those men who liked to punish women, and he'd do it any way he could. "I got it," I said. In fact, it would fit in with my plan for deactivating the ring. I had to hurry, the wizards would be back soon.

Heading over to the soldiers' table, I looked them over. Three of the soldiers were young, loud and aggressive, but the one who was expecting the apology was, older, and much better looking. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Moving over to him, I put down my tray and leaned over, so only he could hear me. 

"Hello there handsome," I said, forcing a smile to my face. His rugged good looks made it easier. The soldier's eyebrows lifted a bit; he hadn't expected me to be so friendly. "My boss has given me an order, so would you like to help me apologize?"




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 02



My suggestive smile got his attention, and his eyes moved from my face, down to my breasts, and back up. "Maybe," he said, "what's in it for me?"

Of course, I thought, it wasn't enough that a pretty girl was showing him attention, the man wanted something. "Well, if you just relax and let me do the work, then I'll do something for you in return." 

Perhaps licking my lips was a bit too much, but it worked, for the man was now nodding eagerly. So far so good, I thought. I was a bit amazed at myself, but I pushed the thought from my mind and continued. "Good, now all you have to do, is turn around on your chair, there you go. Now give me your hand."

I turned the soldier around on his seat, so that his back was to the table. Now my breasts were just above the level of his face, and I took his hand in mine, pushing his knees apart so I could move closer. The casual touch of his leather-covered legs on my bare knees distracted me, and I was reminded of my arousal. At that moment, I felt panic set in at what I intended to do, but strangely, thinking about what I had to do didn't decrease my arousal, it made it worse. Drawing a deep breath, I smiled at the soldier, whose eyes seemed captivated by my nipples, visible in great detail at that distance. 

"Now keep your finger straight, ok?" I coaxed, noticing that my voice sounded constricted. I realized then I had an audience, for the other soldiers had all moved to get a better view. Before my resolve could drain, I took the soldiers hand, and pulled it toward me. He looked up at me with a mixture of puzzlement and excitement. "I want you to see how far you can push your finger inside me, can you do that?" I said, again amazed that I could even contemplate such a thing. But I needed the ring turned off, and if it took a little embarrassment to do it, it was a small price to pay.

The soldier was nodding, and without further bidding from me, his other hand moved up to raise my skirt. With a skill that surprised me, he tucked the bottom of the skirt into my waistband, leaving my panties exposed. His outstretched middle finger was heading for me like a run-away carriage, so I stopped him, tightening my grip, while I moved my panties aside to expose my pussy. I felt the cool air on my exposed flesh, and I tried not to think about the ring deep inside me, and what it was doing to me. 

"Ok, ready?" I asked the soldier, getting only a grunt in return. Without waiting, I gently guided his finger toward me. I tried to steel myself to what was coming, but the intensity of the contact caught me by surprise. His finger found already moist, slippery folds waiting for him, and it slid easily inside me as my hands guided his upward. A burning flame rippled through me almost immediately, drawing a sharp gasp from my lungs and compelling me to stop the movement. The pleasurable sensations dimmed as his finger stayed still, and I paused, confused. 

"She's already soaking wet, isn't she?" said a soldier to my right, watching the action intently. The soldier whose hand I held looked at him and grinned, then looked back at me expectantly. I shook my head in denial, trying not to think of how I must have looked in my heated state.

I knew I had to continue, so I eased his hand upwards again. Yet again, the slippery movement inside me caused a ripple of pleasure that moved up through me to my breasts, and my swelling nipples. "Oh!" I gasped, "that's . . . good," I stammered, not meaning to speak, but the words spilling out in reaction to what I was feeling. His finger inside me felt like a lance of pleasure, piercing me. Somewhere inside was the ring, and all I needed was for his finger to touch it, and I would be free of the ring's torment, and able to use my magic again. I lowered my hips onto his hand.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, as I felt a presence behind me. I must have momentarily closed my eyes, for one of the other soldiers had moved so that he was now directly behind me. "S—sit down!" I commanded, my voice wavering. The soldier ignored me, instead moving his hands up around me to cup my breasts. 

"Yeah, squeeze those melons!" said one of the soldiers. His buddy responded by squeezing my breasts through the soft top I wore. I squirmed as his fingers closed in on my swollen nipples, giving them a hard pinch. I made a soft cry, the pain quickly turning to pleasure in my belly, deep inside where the ring was softly throbbing. The man behind me was rolling my tender nipples back and forth between his fingers, and the jolts of pleasure it was sending to my heated center was making me gasp. I didn't dare release my grip on the hand between my thighs, so that left my poor breasts helpless prey to the chuckling beast behind me. Even worse, the man was pressing his body up against my backside, and I could feel a hard pressure through his pants. That realization only increased my need, and I moaned softly. 

Through the pink haze of pleasure, I remembered my goal, and forced the finger more deeply inside me. I felt the knuckles of his other fingers contact the juncture between my thighs, and knew his finger was fully inserted. Yet it was then that I realized I didn't know where the ring was, and how to get him to touch it. Was his finger too small, was it just going to miss the ring? Did I need . . . something larger inside of me? I shivered at that thought.

There were a half dozen pairs of hungry male eyes on me, and their visual examination of my panting, heated body made me blush all the more. Growing desperate, I looked at the man in front of me, seeing the lust in his eyes. He'd allowed me to control his hand up 'til now, but that could change at any moment.

"Please, ma—move your finger around inside me, as . . . deeply as you can," I told him, between soft gasps as I struggled a bit to speak smoothly. He was quite happy to oblige me, and I felt his finger begin to explore around inside me. Within moments, I felt his finger contact the ring. I knew this to be the case, because my desire flared impossibly high, just as when the demon had touched me there.

"Ohh! Yes, there!" I moaned, closing my eyes and arching my back. He'd touched it, there was no question, and I would soon be free. With the ring deactivated by another's touch, as the demon had promised, I expected my need to go away as well. So when his finger moved inside me again, I gasped as I realized that hadn't happened. No matter, with my magic back, I had to get out of the tavern.

At that moment, I heard a noise off to my right, like a chair scraping on the floor. I turned to look, and felt my heart seize up in my chest. A man was leaving through the front door, and just before he moved out of sight, I got a good look at the side of his face. 

"Alex?" I croaked, still tormented by the man in front of me. "Wha---wait, Alex!" My shout came too late, for the heavy door was slammed shut. It had been Alex, I was sure of it – the dark hair and broad shoulders, the confident stride . . .

Oh god, what have I done? I thought. If Alex was here, he must have seen me approach these men. Oh god! 

I had to catch up with him, to explain what I was doing. "Ok, that's enough!" I demanded to the man in front of me, "you can pull your finger out now."

The soldier grinned at me. "Oh, I can, can I?" he said, mockingly. In tune with his words, his finger moved inside me, rubbing that terribly sensitive spot where the ring was located. 

"Noo!" I croaked, my thighs clenching on his knees that held them spread apart. "S-stop that! Take your hand out, now!"

I used my hands to pull out his finger then, and I felt it slide smoothly and wetly out of me. I sighed as the burning need inside me dimmed ever so slightly upon its departure. My relief was short lived, however, for the man in front of me gestured to his buddies. 

"What are you doing?" I demanded, as two more men came to my sides. I was now surrounded by the three men, with the fourth still sitting in front of me, keeping my legs spread with his knees. My goal was accomplished, now I just needed to get away. I let go of that man's hands, yet almost immediately my wrists were grabbed and pulled behind my back. "Let . . . go of me!" I demanded, struggling against their vastly superior strength. 

My tormentor smiled cruelly at my useless struggles. "Was that your friend?" he asked, gesturing toward the door. I gaped at him. "He was watching the whole time. He came in just as you offered yourself to me. I don't think he enjoyed watching though, he looked a bit upset."

"No!" I cried. Poor Alex, he must have thought the worst. "Please . . . you must let me go to him!"

"Go to him? My poor girl, now that he knows what a little slut you are, do you think he'll still want you?" 

Their laughter was like a dagger to my heart. He was right, Alex saw me give myself to this soldier willingly. I would probably never see him again. 

The pain in my chest was almost overwhelming, but I realized I had to try. The man had touched the ring, releasing me from its control, and now I had to use my magic.

"Let me go now, or you will regret it," I warned them. I got only laughter in response, and the man in front of me gestured to his buddies behind me, who still held my wrists behind my back. I felt something going on behind me, and then soft leather bands were placed on my wrists. 

Fortunately, I didn't need my hands to perform a good portion of my magic. I didn't struggle as my wrists were bound securely behind me. Instead, I quietly spoke a cold spell, something that would cool down these men in a hurry. Nothing happened.

"Hey boys, I think the girl is praying," said the man in front of me. Ignoring their laughter, I said the words again. Still nothing. I tried a light spell, and that didn't work either. Fear gripped my belly. He had touched the ring - my magic should work now. Did I do something wrong? Was there some time delay? I struggled in the grip of the powerful arms that held me, beginning to panic. That bastard demon, he had lied to me! Without my magic I was just a helpless female at the mercy of these brutes. I tried one last spell, the words more of a whimper. Still nothing. In fact, I couldn't feel even the power in me like I usually could. It was an empty, helpless feeling.

"She prays now, but when we're done with her, she'll be speaking in tongues," said the man behind me, his hands moving to squeeze my breasts. "Strip her clothes off."

His words snapped me out of my confusion, and I looked around at the men who held me. "My clothes?" I asked, "no, please. I . . . I have to get back to work . . ."

The words sounded ridiculous to my ears, and the men all laughed heartily. One of them turned his head toward the bar. "Jorus, my friend," he shouted. "Do you need your serving girl?"

I swiveled my head dumbly to see the guard standing behind the bar. He smiled evilly at me before answering. "No boys, I can handle the chores. You enjoy yourselves. And make sure she serves you each properly. That's what we're paying her for."

I sputtered my indignation, "You . . . bastard!" I shouted at him, indignant at his emphasis on the word 'serve.' "Why I—mmphh!" I was cut off in mid sentence by a hand over my mouth from the man behind me. 

"Now look here, girl," he said into my ear. "You show proper respect, or I'll gag you, you understand? I'd hate to do that, and miss all those lovely noises you're going to make." 

"No, don't do that!" I shook my head. I couldn't let him gag me, in case my magic returned. I tried to reason with the man in front of me. "Look, I'll do what you want, just untie my hands, please?"

He just laughed and shook his head. "Girl, you won't need your hands for what you're going to do for us."

The men all laughed as they watched my face pale, and my jaw drop. I felt despair flowing through me, making my limbs weak. Alex was gone, my magic was nowhere to be found, and these men had terrible things in store for me. No longer able to control my fear, I began to tremble, and my knees buckled. Two powerful hands moved to catch me.

"Now there, girl," said the man behind me, "you needn't worry that we're going to hurt you. We all have some experience with the training of slaves, so we'll make sure you are ready and willing for us before we take your use. You'll enjoy this, trust me."


His words held no meaning for me, for I knew in my despair, they would find my body inert. 

"She doesn't seem to be listening," said the man seated before me. "strip her now. Sometimes being naked before men teaches females some humility."

Hands came to my chest, and in one swift motion, my top was ripped from me. My breasts spilled out of their confining material. I heard the murmurs of appreciation, and I blushed, straining against the bonds on my wrists. It wasn't right, that such terrible men should get to look at my body – a privilege I'd given to only one man. Another terrible man, I realized, with grim humor.

"They're quite large when freed," commented the man in front of me. In response, his buddy behind me cupped my breasts, lifting them and feeling their weight. "Big enough to fuck, wouldn't you say?" he added with a chuckle.

"Please stop, don't say such things," I whispered, embarrassment edging out my despair. My answer was a hard squeeze of my nipples that made me cry out. His hands on my bare flesh were rekindling the desire inside me, for my breasts had always been terribly sensitive. As if to illustrate the point, the hands began to rub and pinch my nipples, causing me to squirm a bit.

"She seems to be responding after all," said one of them. "maybe taking off the rest of her clothes will make her relax more?"

I shook my head, my hair spilling about, but they ignored me. I felt another pair of hands at my hips, sliding my skirt up around my waist. The soldier slid his fingers under the thin straps of my panties, and then pulled them down over my ass to my thighs. 

My bottom was completely exposed now, and I let out a moan of despair as I struggled in vain to free my hands. The man in possession of my bare bottom must have pulled the strings that tied my panties on, for I felt a tug and then they slipped from my thighs. He let my skirt down, but not before I received a humiliating smack on my bare ass. 

My face bright red, I turned to see the soldier holding up my poor panties. He smiled a cruel grin and looked at me.

"Boys, if I'm not wrong, these seem pretty damp to me, I think she's already pretty wet," he said, dangling the tiny white material for all to see. The soldiers spread my thighs then, to invite a confirming touch. 

"You bastards . . ." I murmured, unable to look them in the eyes. "G-give those back to me!" My thighs strained against the legs that held them apart. I felt humiliated dressed only in a skirt, with no panties or top. 

Standing there next to naked, and so many men so near to my body, there was newfound awareness of the ring inside me. It was not turned off after all, I could almost feel it begin to vibrate softly and terribly on some sensitive spot deep within me, and I found my breath was getting a bit short. My eyes must have closed for a moment, for when I opened them, I saw that two of the men had passed my string panties between my legs. One hand held a string in front of me, another presumably held the other string behind my back, so that the visibly moist cotton triangle dangled below me, almost touching. 

I didn't know what game they were playing, but each time one of their hands or legs brushed my bare thighs, I shivered visibly. The hands lifted the dangling panties up against me so that the center was almost touching my pussy. Then the two hands began a seesaw motion, slowly sliding the soft triangle of material back and forth between my legs. 

"Wha?? What are . . . you doing?" I protested, as they slowly lifted the loop of material closer to me. Then it touched me at the juncture of my thighs, and they began rubbing my own panties back and forth across the sensitive flesh. "Ohhh!!" I gasped, lifting up on my heels to break the contact. 

"Down on your heels!" he barked, startlingly me into obeying. "It'll be a long night, we're going to have some fun with you," he added. My thighs tried to close, but were held spread by the powerful legs of the soldiers. Then they began once again to slide my panties back and forth between my thighs. I tried to prepare myself, but the friction on my tender pussy lips was more than I could bear.

"Ahh, please!" I begged. I couldn't believe they were using my own panties to tease me. If their goal was to humiliate me, they succeeded. Relentless, they continued their slow torture as I struggled helplessly. Hands on my breasts joined in the rhythmic torture, squeezing my mounds and twisting my swollen nipples. Trembling, a moan escaped my lips between my short gasping breaths. The ring inside me was throbbing, seemingly in time with his back and forth stroking of my panties. The thin, soft material was creeping up between the wet folds of my pussy. The panties found their own slippery groove and slid smoothly back and forth, each stroke sending ripples of humiliating pleasure through me. "Please, no more!" I gasped, my hands clasping and unclasping in the bindings behind my back. The sliding torture continued unabated, and in moments I felt delicious contractions begin deep inside my pussy. "Oh . . . ohh . . . ohhh!"

The movement stopped suddenly, and I opened my eyes to see the grinning smirk of the man seated before me. My hips still trembled, but without any outside sensations, I was stopped just short of release. 

"It will not be so easy for you," said the man, reaching toward me to run his finger along the groove of my pussy. I moaned helplessly at his casual touch, and hung my head in shame as he held up his finger to show me my own fluids. I knew without the ring's help, my body would not betray me so, yet these men didn't know of the ring. To them, I must have seemed like nothing but an eager slut.

"If you want release, you will have to earn it," the man continued. 

"I don't want release!" I quickly retorted. "not from the likes of you!" 

I raised my chin defiantly, not realizing that the movement also pushed out my chest, like an offering to the man before me. "Do to me what you will," I said proudly, "but I will not give myself willingly."

The man seemed surprised by my defiance, which perhaps seemed out of character with my willing flesh. After pondering my words for a moment, he simply shrugged. "Very well, then we will take you unwillingly."

It was not the answer I'd expected, and I sputtered a protest as the man stood up, towering over me for a moment as he reached up to grasp a handful of my hair. Then he sat back down, pulling my head down with him. The hands held my hips fast, forcing me to bend at the hips. I yelped in surprise and fear as I was suspended there, my head over his lap, and my hips held firmly by two powerful hands. With my hands still helplessly tied behind my back, and my face only a foot from his crotch, I began to panic when I saw the man start to unbutton his pants with his free hand. He turned my head painfully so that I could see his face. "Now listen good, girl," he said, he face hard. "You're going to do whatever I tell you to do. If you disobey, or do something you shouldn't, he's going to slit your throat. Do you understand?"

As added illustration, the soldier to the side pulled out a wicked looking dagger and held it up against my throat. I wondered why men always had to pick the most terrifying of daggers, and I quickly nodded my understanding, my eyes wide with fear. 

The soldier with the blade chuckled. "I think you got her attention, Max," he said, taking the dagger away from my neck, but keeping it visible in front of him. "It would be a shame to kill this one, she's got a real fine ass."




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 03



I blinked my eyes, trying to get my bearings. The room was dark, lit only by flickering torches on the dark, damp stone walls. The air was heavy, almost misty, and the sound of a scream filtered through the moist air to me, as if from a long distance. 

Wondering out loud where I was, I was surprised to hear only a muffled sounds from my lips. I glanced down and realized I was bare breasted, and something white and soft was shoved into my mouth. My top I realized, torn from my body and used to silence me. Worse, I couldn't move my arms or legs. I looked up, and saw my wrists encased in wooden stocks, suspended from the ceiling by a pair of chains. My heart pounded as I looked back down, and saw my ankles in leather bindings, attached to wooden stakes that protruded from the stone floor. They were far enough apart that I couldn't stand up straight, my legs were spread so wide. What was happening? I began to struggle, making muffling sounds as I twisted about on the wooden stocks.

"Well, look who's finally with us," said a voice behind me, a strangely familiar voice. I jumped, craning my head to see a powerfully built man lumbering toward me from behind. My memory was fuzzy, but the sight of him frightened me to the bone. The man looked evil. He was bare from the waist up, without the protruding belly I'd always imagined a torturer would have. I realized I was dressed only in a tiny skirt, and with my thighs spread wide, it barely covered me. I struggled frantically as the man walked toward me.

"I've been waiting for you," said the cruel-faced man, moving around to stand in front of me. "I've got some special toys I've been saving for our newest slave girl."

I shook my head, protesting into the gag. What was he talking about? I wasn't a slave, I was a . . . what was I, I couldn't remember? Like a fine mist swirling about my brain, I couldn't remember anything but the last few moments. But I couldn't be a slave, there must be some mistake. I shook my head again.

"Oh yes," he nodded, a cruel grin an affront as his dark eyes moved down my curves. "Only a natural born slave could possess such a body." He began a slow walk around me, taking in my heaving breasts, my taut widespread thighs and shapely ass clenched with fear. My dark, silky hair fell across my bare shoulders in a disheveled mess. 

I craned my neck to see him where he stood behind me, and he laughed at the sight of my eyes wide in confusion and terror. "No worries," he said in a mock sympathetic voice, "all will be made clear to you soon. You will be taught to revel in your slavery, and your only desire will be to please those you call 'master.'"

At the sound of that word, I felt a strange shock ripple through my body that drew a soft muffled cry from my throat.

"Yes," nodded the slaver in approval, "you have learned well. Your body burns at hearing the word, master!"

His drew out the word in a suggestive manner, and my body shivered with burning arousal, my thighs jerking slightly, wanting to close, but restrained by the leather straps on my ankles. I shook my head in denial of the way that simple word triggered a powerful reaction from my body. This wasn't possible.

My shock only increased when I saw that the slaver was untying his leather belt, and then I gasped as he pulled out his manhood right in front of me. I averted my eyes at the shocking sight, but he only laughed, and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to look at it. His cock was large, and only half erect, pointing toward me in a slight arc. I whimpered, shaking my head.

"Now we will see how well you've learned your lessons," he said, his hot breath on my face. "You will take me in your lovely mouth, and pleasure me until I pump my seed down your tender throat. And if you do it well, I'll reward you with proper service, bent over that table there."

My legs felt weak, and if not for the bindings, I might have collapsed. My head was tossing back and forth, and whimpered pleas emanated from my throat. How could he be so cruel, to force me to do such a thing, only to reward me afterwards with an even greater violation. 

"You can refuse of course," he said, "And then I will whip your bare ass until you beg me to stop." His hand moving idly to caress my bare breast then, his fingers taking note of my nipples, tight in fear. "Only it won't end for you there, for then I'll whip your lovely melons until you pass out."

The look in his eyes spoke of great cruelty; he would enjoy whipping me, I could see it in his eyes. He wanted me to refuse. Nothing could have terrified me more. I shook my head violently, and I tried to assure him through my gag that I would be obedient, he didn't have to punish me. I was a slave, who was shown no mercy. In a slave's world, either I was obedient and eager, or I would be punished terribly. 

"Ah yes, you remember the whip I see?" he answered. "You will be a good girl, and pleasure me with your mouth, and your body?"

The shame was almost unbearable, and I hesitated only a moment, before nodding, a tear falling down my cheek. And yet my great humiliation only grew when the slaver leaned his head back and bellowed a laugh that echoed off the stone walls of my prison. I leaned my head down so I didn't have to look at him.

Then I heard a metallic sound, and his hand came to grab a fistful of my hair. The wooden stocks that held my wrists were lowering, and the beast was using his hand to force my torso down until my head was at the level of his crotch. I whimpered as I saw his cock dangling before me, looking so much larger this close. Both of his hands went to my head, and he was removing the gag, drawing a cough from my lips as I sucked in fresh air. Then he tilted my head up so I could see him looking down at me.

"Now then, do your best, my little slave." He looked at me for a moment, then gave me a cruel grin. He seemed to enjoy my humiliation and shame. "Who would have believed you were once a powerful, brave sorceress? Now look at you, lowly slave, begging to take my cock into your mouth."

My breath caught in my throat, and I watched helplessly as he took his swollen member in his other hand and began to guide my mouth toward it. Could there be a greater shame than what was about to befall me, at my own request? Yet what had he said? I was still thinking about his words . . . brave sorceress? Had I been someone else, before this, before the dark, musty room, my chains. . . . suddenly, it all came flooding back to me . . . and I screamed and screamed. 

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"No, no!" I screamed, beating against his chest with my small fists.

"Karina, wake up!" said the voice, first far away, then closer and closer. "Wake up, it's just a dream!" Finally I opened my eyes and sat up. I was . . . . in a bright clean room, as far from a dungeon as could be. I turned, and saw a pair of deep green eyes looking at me with great concern. Alex. He looked handsome as ever, and the relief flooded through me like a wave.

"You were having a nightmare," he said soothingly, his hand gently rubbing my hair. "It's alright now, you're safe here with me."

Keeping the sheet against my chest, I leaned in to hug myself to him, my head resting against his shoulder while he rubbed the back of my neck. My heart was still pounding, but slowly it subsided as the terror of my dream dissipated, and I relaxed in his strong arms. 

Finally I leaned back and looked into his eyes. He could see the lingering fear left over from my nightmare.

"What could scare my brave little sorceress so?" he asked quietly, in a serious voice. "You were screaming. And my chest hurts where you were pounding me!" He winked at me as he rubbed his chest where I'd apparently been hitting him.

"Was I?" I murmured, blushing slightly. "I'm sorry, it's just . . . I dreamt that I was a slave. And I didn't even know who I was!" I looked at him. "I wasn't brave in my dream. I was . . . a coward."

Alex leaned in to kiss my forehead. "That should have told you it was a dream, silly girl," he said. "The Karina I know was brave enough to enter a demon's cave by herself. 

I cracked a smile, and poked him in the chest. "Not brave, dummy, I was foolhardy. I didn't know it was a demon's cave."

"That's more like the girl I know," said Alex, approving of my lift in spirits. Then I saw the glint in his eye. "Now tell me, what kind of slave were you in your dream? A pleasure slave I bet!"

"Hey!" I scolded, "Don't joke, it was terrible! There was this torturer . . . he was an ugly bastard. And he made me . . . he was about to make me do terrible things."

Alex looked at me with glint in his eye made me want to smack him. "Hmm, terrible things you say? Is that why your face is flushed? If you're not careful, you might poke holes in that sheet." 

"What are you talking about? I---" Suddenly I realized what he meant, and I glanced down to see the little points in the sheet at the center of my breasts. I gasped, my face burning. "You!" I wailed. "Don't make fun of me!"

He only smiled at my embarrassment, making a show of putting his hand to his chin in thought. Somehow I knew his next words were going to annoy me. "You know, Karina, sometimes we fear something because deep down we desire it."

I gasped, and immediately raised my arm to slap him, only he caught my forearm easily before I could teach him a lesson. I would have used my other hand, but it had a more important task of holding the sheet to my chest. Alex had seen me naked already, but that hadn't been of my choosing. He continued to hold my arm in the air, so I resorted to words. "Well I don't fear or desire you, why don't you interpret that!" I retorted. 

"What if the torturer hadn't been an ugly bastard, but had been me instead, hmm?" As he spoke, Alex leaned over sideways to lie on the bed, and he pulled me down with him. I found myself laying next to him, my one arm over my head, and the other hand stubbornly gripping the sheet which was all that now stood between us. He grinned at me, his face now not far from mine.

"Who said you're not an ugly bastard?" I responded, trying to pull my arm from his grip. I wasn't a weak woman, but I found I couldn't even budge his muscular arm, and I found that fact slightly intoxicating.

Alex was arranging his legs so he was comfortable on the bed next to me. He leaned toward me a bit, and I rolled back, keeping the distance between us. He followed me anyway. "So you don't find me attractive?" he said, his face now over mine, looking down at me. 

"Not in the least!" I lied, averting my eyes with a blush. He chuckled, which only heightened the heat in my cheeks. Being this close to a man I found so attractive was making me feel awkward and nervous. I don't know what idea he was getting about me, but I had to stop it. "I . . . I think I'll get up now," I murmured, the words sounding awkward. 

"No, you won't," he said, his commanding words sending a tiny thrill through me. "Not until I've determined if you're lying to me." Then his free hand came to my wrist, the one holding the sheet tightly against my chest below my neck. Gently but firmly, he removed my hand from its death grip on the sheet, leaving the sheet covering me, but pulling my hand up above my head.

"W-what are you doing?" I questioned, as he used his left hand to grip both my wrists and keep them above my head. I pulled against his grip, but shockingly he was able to restrain both my wrists with just one hand, and I had little leverage while lying on my back on the soft bed. Alex for his part, ignored my pulling, and used his free hand to slide the sheet a bit and expose a portion of my belly. My breasts were still covered, but the cool air on my tummy made me shiver slightly. Or perhaps it was the touch of Alex's free hand on my flesh, just above the navel.

"Alex," I said, part plea and part protest, as his hand began to make gentle, light circles on my belly, exploring and touching as he moved about. 

"Your skin is beautifully soft," he said, his voice nonchalant despite what he was doing. And what was he doing, I wondered? His touch was so light, it almost tickled, and yet I found myself twitching slightly as his fingers seem to heighten my senses. "And very sensitive," he added, making me blush again.

"Alex, that tickles," I murmured, trying to lie still as his touches wandered about my belly, moving down to just where my panties would have started, if I'd been wearing any. I was acutely aware of how close his hand was to the dull ache of my sex, which had seen so much abuse the day before. I tried to push that thought out of my head.

"Tell me, Karina," said Alex, speaking to me as if we were casually sipping tea. "do you have this dream often, the one where you're a pleasure slave?"

"No!" I protested, a little too strongly. "I mean, this is the first time." It was true, in a fashion. I'd had recurring dreams where I was being chased by men, their faces dark in shadow, and often I was naked, and terrified of what they might do if they caught me. Last night was different, and far more graphic. I was about to tell him that, but changed my mind. "Hey, I don't have to answer these questions, you know!"

"Is that so?" said Alex. I was about to respond in the positive, but I twitched, for his hand had wandered up my body to touch the bottom of my breast. The feather-light touches of his fingers began to encircle the outer part of first one breast and then the other, while I was too shocked to say anything. His touch was electric underneath the sheet, and I was strangely glad I could not see his hand. 

But I could feel it, his fingers moving in slow circles, moving closer to my nipple. Before I could realize what he was doing, his fingers took possession of one sensitive nipple, and squeezed firmly.

"Oh!" I gasped, shocked at how sensitive my flesh had become. "What are you doing?" I demanded. Yet I knew what he was doing, only I didn't know if he was just teasing me, or was it more? I half expected the ring to activate inside me, but it was still dormant, as if Alex didn't desire me. Which was strange considering what his hand was doing, moving around toward my other nipple. Before he could touch that one, I burst out, guessing what he wanted. "Ok, stop! I'll answer your questions, please . . ask away!" If he didn't desire me, and was just prying for information, I'd give it to him.

The fingers stopped short of my nipple, instead continued their slow exploration of the curve of my breast. My relief was short lived, for I found my chest was still heaving slightly from his touches, and my body seemed to be getting even more sensitive. I couldn't understand why that would be, when he was avoiding my sensitive spots. His hand seemed to lose interest in my breasts, and was wandering up the curve of my shoulders, his fingers feather touches sliding up to explore my neck. I trembled as my body came alive, and I jolted when a finger slipped into my ear. 

"Alex!" I giggled, as his exploring fingers moved about, looking for sensitive spots to tickle, "what are you doing? Aren't you going to ask me questions?" 

His head leaned down toward my chest suddenly, and I drew in a sharp breath as I felt warm air blowing on my nipple. He lifted his head, but his hand replaced it, again trailing light caresses on the swell of my breast. 

"Very well, Karina," he said, my name sounding so charming coming from his lips. "how many lovers have you had in your bed?"

"Alex, that's none of your business!" I replied, scandalized.

His fingers brushed against my other nipple, as if by accident. "I . . . do I really have to—hey—ok, I'll answer it. I've had . . . just one—oh! No s-stop, it's the truth! The son of the sorcerer who taught me my craft. I was supposed to marry him, but I ran away, because . . ."

A fingernail flicked one of my now swelling nipples, and I made a soft noise in my throat, struggling against the hands that kept me there, divulging my sordid past while my poor abused body was teased by a man I desired. Before he could do it again, I babbled on.

"He was a cruel and selfish lover, interested only in his own pleasure," I explained. "I found our lovemaking . . . very frustrating. Perhaps it was my fault, for he complained that I was not capable of . . . of . . ."

"Climaxing?" offered Alex. My look confirmed his guess, and he shook his head. "I think we both know that isn't true."

I think my whole body reddened at that reminder of what Alex had done to me the night before, with just his fingers. At that moment, Alex decided to squeeze my nipple, and a moan escaped my lips before I could stifle it. That burning deep inside me was returning, slowly but surely, me helpless to stop it.

I was having trouble lying still, I realized, as Alex hand slid down to resume caressing my lower belly. What had before been tolerable, now began to drive me crazy, as his fingers explored the soft, sensitive flesh around my hips, so close to my warming sex, and yet so far. My breath caught in my throat for a moment as I wondered if his hand would touch me there, in that heated place, but Alex just continued his gentle teasing. All the while the young man seemed completely calm, while I found myself breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling against the ever so light touches of his magic fingers. 

"So you ran away," he continued, catching me off guard, for I'd almost forgot our conversation. 

"Y-yes, at the urgings of my master, the sorcerer and my lover's father. I endured my lover's cruelty for many months, until he'd started hitting me. That I couldn't take, so I left him, without so much as a note. And once I was gone, I couldn't believe I ever tolerated him."

"Loyal and brave," said Alex, approval in his voice. Then he smiled. "How about you and the old man in the pointy hat? Did he ever . . . try a little love magic on you?"

"Of course not, you bastard!" I laughed. "He was a very sweet man, but I think . . . maybe I wasn't his type."

Alex laughed out loud at that comment, though I wasn't sure what was funny about what I'd said. I tried to think, but Alex's touches never ceased, and I found it impossible to concentrate. 

"How about the demon?" said Alex, changing the subject. "Did he . . . force himself on you?"

I remembered the ring, and why the demon had given it to me. "Not exactly," I said, wondering if I should tell Alex about the ring. But if I did, helpful guy that he was, he might try to remove it for me. I blushed at that thought, and Alex smiled. He seemed to enjoy seeing me blush. "The demon cast a spell on me, one that . . . made it difficult to refuse the touches of men." I looked at him suddenly, "It's worn off, don't look at me like that."

It wasn't really the truth, but it would do. Alex was smiling. "Maybe it hasn't. You still seem to have trouble refusing my touch." 

"Alex!" I gasped, looking away in embarrassment as his fingers drew another shiver out of me.

Then his smile disappeared, "But you're lying, I can tell. You're a terrible liar. There's something you're not telling me. What is it?"

My eyes widened in surprise, and I looked away, then looked back when I realized that must have looked suspicious. Shaking his head, Alex suddenly began pinching and pulling my tender nipples, his roughness contrasting sharply with his early gentleness. I felt ripples shockwaves moving down between my thighs, which clenched together. "Please, stop! I . . . I told you everything—oh, s-stop that!"

"No, there's something the demon did to you. You don't have to tell me, I'll just keep doing this to you. I can do this for hours I think. Look at how big your little nipples are getting!"

I choked on a moan, my breasts arching against him. I knew I was done, I couldn't last another minute with his hand touching and teasing me like that. "Ok, ok, please s-stop that, I'll tell you!" I babbled. He stopped tormenting me, and I sighed gratefully when his hand ceased, resting casually on my breast. "He . . . he put something inside me. A terrible device."




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 03



Alex looked stunned, and he looked down at my belly. "Did he . . . force it down your throat?" he asked with concern. 

I blushed, shaking my head. "No, he . . . uhmm . . . it's a ring . . . he inserted it with his fingers . . . inside my . . ."

The way he was looking at me so intently, I was lost for words, and then his eyes widened and he blinked at me. "Inside your . . . ahh . . . oh there, ok, I see. And what does it do?"

"It activates, when a man who desires me, touches me. Then it . . . uh . . . vibrates, or something, and makes me aroused. It gets worse and worse. . . and won't go away until . . . someone touches it again."

"So when someone touches the device . . . the ring inside you . . . the feelings go away?"

I shook my head, still feeling terribly awkward to be discussing this with him. "Well, that's what he told me, but I found out later that, ahmm . . . it doesn't stop its magic until I . . . until I find relief. From my desire."

Alex looked at me for a moment, letting that sink in, then suddenly he started laughing. I wanted to punch him, but he still held my wrists above my head. After a moment he stopped himself, and apologized. "Ah, sorry Karina, it's just that . . . . now I understand your behavior. No wonder you were so brazen back there in the inn."

My face turned the color of a ripe tomato, and I squirmed, trying to free my wrists. I needed my hands to strangle him. 

Then Alex's expression changed. "Well, if it can be inserted, it can be removed," he said, "did you try?"

"I can't, it's too deep," I replied. "The demon said I wouldn't be able to." 

Alex was looking at me intently. Oh no you don't, I thought. 

"Let's not have this between us," he said, as he started pulling on the sheet that separated him from my naked lower half. 

"No, Alex!" I babbled, frantically, as the sheet was pulled down past my hips, exposing my heated center and bare thighs. "Don't, you can't remove it!" 

"How do you know?" he retorted, not taking his eyes off the prize, which was making me feel terribly embarrassed. 

"D-don't look at me like that! The demon said I couldn't remove it," I replied, unable to think clearly for his hand was now on my bare hip. "Y-you'll hurt me, don't try, please!"

"Yes, you're right," said Alex, thankfully looking up at my face again. "So I'll need to prepare you well before I begin exploring with my fingers."

"Prepare me?" I said, confused. He seemed to be looking at me down there, and I squeezed my thighs shut. "Stop looking!" I protested.

"A pity, I don't think I need to," he said.

"What?" I responded, confused.

"You already seem to be well prepared," noted Alex. Realizing what he was talking about, I almost fainted.

"You see!" I wailed, "that's the ring, that's what it does! It's . . . it's not me, I'm not like that!"

"Of course not," said Alex in agreement. I looked at him, but couldn't tell if he was teasing me. 

"Well, regardless," I warned him, "you're not going on any fishing expedition inside me!" As if to assure him, I turned my hips so my ass was facing him, and kept my thighs tightly closed.

Alex looked at me for a moment, then shook his head. "No, you're right. But come on, sit up now, there's something we have to do."

He let go of my wrists then, and helped me sit up, "what are we going to do?" I demanded, grateful to finally have the use of my hands, which came up quickly to cover myself. 

"You're not going to do anything," he replied. Before I could wonder what he meant, Alex grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed. 

"Hey!" I protested, trying to pull the sheet with me to cover my nakedness as he pulled me toward the center of the room. Alex grabbed a chair, and sat himself down, then pulled me down onto his lap. He grabbed both my wrists again and held them with one strong hand. "Alex?" I cried softly, getting scared. This wasn't like the man I'd known, he seemed so forceful and self assured. It was a humiliating sensation to be held naked like that. Then he used his knee to spread my thighs apart, and I knew what he was doing. That bastard, he was going with Plan A after all.

"Alex, let me go!" I whined, struggling in his grip. "I told you we can't do---ohhh!"

The words were torn from my breath as he moved his hand down between my thighs and gently but firmly inserted his middle finger inside me. "Alex . . . .!" I moaned, as the exquisite sensation of being penetrated rippled through me. 

"I'm sorry, Karina," murmured Alex, "but we have to get this out of you." His voice was near my ear while I was held against his chest. 

"No, no," I moaned, trembling as his finger moved about, making me squirm on his lap. Alex just barely managed to hold me in place, his hands holding my wrists up and out of the way as he moved his finger deeper, looking for the ring. 

"Ohh!" I exclaimed, arching against him.

"That's it," shouted Alex, "I feel it . . . oh no, I lost it."

I didn't really hear him, for I was spasming in shock, as his finger touched some deep pleasure center inside me. My thighs clenched reflexively on his hand, forcing Alex to use his knee to widen my thighs. His other hand let go of my wrists suddenly, and went to press against my lower back, as leverage to get his finger deeper. My hands, suddenly freed, flew to clutch Alex's shoulders, as I turned my hips to give him better access to my crippling need.

"Dammit," said Alex, suddenly. I couldn't really tell what he was doing, only that his finger was delving deeply inside me, and driving me half crazy. "Let me try this," said Alex.

"Alex, what . . .?" I gasped, as I felt my tender crevice widened. I looked down to see that he had now inserted two fingers inside me. I moaned, shuddering against him. 

"Wait, there it is . . . oh damn it. Karina!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"Y-yes?" I said, meekly, feeling light headed. 

"Stop squirming!" scolded Alex, as if he were trying to remove a splinter from my foot. "It's so . . . slippery. Karina, can you . . ." he looked at me, seeing my flushed cheeks and my eyes dazed in pleasure. "Oh never mind, just try to sit still?"

"I can't!" I cried, tears coming to my eyes. I looked at him pleadingly, moving my hands up to clutch the hair of the back of his head. "Alex, please . . . make love to me."

Alex made a strange huffing sound. "Karina, snap out of it! I need to get this out of you, and I can't . . . get a grip on it with you squirming around like this."

I moaned in response, barely hearing his words. I could think of only one thing, my burning need for relief, as I clutched his back helplessly and buried my head against his neck. I moaned into his neck as he began to move his two fingers about inside of me again. His fingers did something, and my hips bucked suddenly.

"Karina!" he exclaimed, pulling his fingers out again. I whimpered as my body reacted to the loss of his presence. "The ring is encircling some fleshy . . . nub inside you, and it's on rather tight."

I wasn't really listening, instead I leaned in to place eager kisses on his neck. "Alex, I want you, please . . ." I murmured between wet kisses on his neck and face. 

"Karina, are you listening?" Alex said, pushing my pursed lips away from him. "It must be a really sensitive spot, because when I touch it, you jerk your hips or something and I lose grip."

"Alex!" I exclaimed. It was too much information. "Don't talk about it, just . . . do what you were doing . . ." 

He sighed, reaching down again, and I entangled my hands in the hair at the back of his head, preparing myself. "Oh god!" I moaned, as his two fingers slid wetly inside me again. 

"Ok, ok," said Alex, excitedly, "I got it again, now . . . just . . . try to stay still . . ."

"Oh!!" I cried, throwing my head back. It was impossible, the pleasure threaten to make my heart burst, and I clung to Alex's neck for dear life as he delved around inside me. I was panting heavily, my hips trembling and jerking as I felt my desire growing rapidly toward a pinnacle. "Yes, Alex!" I screamed, my fingers clawing his back. I moaned into his ear, kissed his neck, his ears, I bit his shoulder, making him cry out in pain. But he kept at it, driving me wild with need. It was so close, I could taste it . . .

"Just a moment. . . I almost got it," he was saying, his fingers really deep inside me. I felt a pressure building inside me. "It's coming, Karina, it's coming!" he shouted suddenly.

"Oh god, yes!" I screamed, my hips bucking against his hand. Moaning desperately, I arched my back, my breasts pressing into his chest, and then I buried my head against his body. "Oh, oh! Alex, I'm going to cum. . . I'm going to . . ."

"I got it!" exclaimed Alex. No! His hand left me with an embarrassing wet sound. "Karina, look!"

"Alex, no!" I choked, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Please, put it back! You have to . . . finish . . ." I tried desperately to will my body the last short distance toward blessed release. My muscles clenched, but it was no good, I felt an emptiness where just moments before I'd been nearing an abyss. I opened my eyes, and there he was, looking in fascination at a tiny gold ring held up in his hand. A hand glistening with my juices. I reached up to grab his forearms.

"Alex, please," I cried desperately, embarrassed at what I was going to say. "put down the ring, and t-take care of me." I lowered my voice to a whisper, almost choking on the words. "I need you inside me, please! Please hurry!"

He looked at me, and I could see it in his eyes. Desire. It made my burning need flame up even higher, and I clutched him desperately, pressing my body against him. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough, I needed release, I needed him inside me. "Please Alex," I moaned, "I'll die if you don't make love to me!"

"Karina," he said softly, holding my body tightly. "I would love to. But not now, not like this, when you're under some demonic spell."

I shook my head, desperately. "No, no, it's ok! I . . . I want to, I . . . I need you. Please?" I didn't know what else to do. How did a woman entice a man to her bed? I had no idea, I thought all I had to do was invite him. I wiggled against him, but the friction only made it worse for me. "Alex, at least . . . relieve my torment? You c-can . . . use your fingers?"

I thought I would die, to have to say such things to a man, but my unrelieved need was driving me mad.

Alex sighed, "Alright, Karina, I will do that." I almost fainted from the anticipation of what he was going to do. I widened my thighs for him, but when I looked at him, he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the door. "What?" I pleaded. I could kill him.

"The door, there was a knock. I better go see who it is." 

"What? No," I whimpered, "Alex, wait, come back!"

As Alex walked to the door and cracked it open, I rolled onto my side and clutched a large pillow to my chest, the soft material teasing my swollen nipples. I rocked in place on the bed, my desire overloading my mind. Alex was speaking to someone, the door partly open to keep the visitor from seeing. 

"I'll be right there," said Alex to the unseen visitor. "Just let me grab the payment." He closed the door, and turned to me.

"They want me to pay for the room, right away, or they'll kick us out," he said, concern on his face.

I was speechless. I shook my head in shock. "Alex!" I begged. Couldn't it wait? I wouldn't need more than a minute in my state. But it wasn't working, he still thought I was under some spell, that he'd be taking advantage of me or something.

"I better wash my hand," he said, causing me to blush and hide my face in shame. Alex rushed into the bathroom and I heard splashing sounds, then he reemerged. 

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. He shook his head, and my heart sank. I rolled over to bury my face in the pillow again, moaning. I felt the bed move. He'd sat down next to me, and his hand came to caress my hair. Then he chuckled. "You know Karina, I like seeing you this way. You're very . . . amenable."

"Bastard!" I said, my voice muffled by the pillow. I had a thought. I could take care of myself. I had girlfriends who did it. I sat up suddenly and glared at him. "Just go, bastard, I'll take care of my needs myself!"

Alex leaned back, surprised and amused by my red-faced ultimatum. "Karina, I didn't know you were the type," he said, with mock surprise. Or maybe he was really surprised, I wasn't sure.

"I'm not!" I said. "But there's always a first time." When he didn't answer, I turned my back to him, buried my head in the pillow again, and told him to leave. 

Alex didn't say anything, but I heard him moving around the room. Was he leaving? Why could I still hear him. I wanted to sit up and peek, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I heard a door close, it sounded like the dresser, near the bed. Then I felt him on the bed again. That was it, I couldn't take it, and I sat up. 

"What are you still doing here?" I demanded. Then I gasped, seeing something in his hands. "And what is that you have in your hands?"

Alex grinned at me. "I can't let you undo all the work I've done, Karina," he said. He held up a length of tiny metal chains, or two lengths. 

"Don't you dare!" I cried, realizing what was on his mind. "Alex!" There was a scramble, as he grabbed me, and I tried to get away. His strong arms reeled me in, and flipped me onto my stomach, and he pinned me there with a knee on my bare bottom. I sputtered protests as he grabbed my wrists, one by one, and pulled them behind me. I began to panic. "Alex, wait, you don't have to do this! I promise, I won't touch myself while you're gone!"

He paused, still holding both my wrists. "You're lying," he said.

"No, no!" I insisted. "Just don't do this, ok? I'll be scared if you leave me here chained up, I promise ok?" 

Alex waited just a moment, and then removed his knee, letting me turn over. He pointed his finger at me, smiling slightly. "Ok, Karina, but if you break that promise, heaven help you."

"I won't," I said, my voice hoarse because my heart was still pounding. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I'd much rather you take care of me."

Alex smiled broadly at that, I guess he agreed. He got up off the bed and walked to the door. 

"Wait, Alex, you have no money," I pointed out, confused. "How will you pay them?"

He grinned, that handsome smile that made me ache. "The ring. Across the road there is a trader, I'll just run across, trade the ring for some silver coins. It should be more than enough." Then his grin widened. "And as soon as I'm back, I'll take very good care of you."

I felt dizzy, his suggestive look making my body burn. "Please hurry," I murmured, my voice cracking slightly. 

Alone, I realized just how much of an effect Alex's touches had had on me. I thought briefly of breaking that promise and trying to relieve my own need, but it wasn't really something I knew much about anyway. I would just wait for Alex to return and take care of me. Stretching languidly on the comfortable bed, my body felt warm and tingly, yet the lingering heat between my thighs was making me uncomfortable. 

I thought about the night before. Alex had been visibly disappointed in what he'd witnessed, and he hadn't given me a chance to explain, about the ring. He'd been too busy . . . I blushed and sighed as the memory of what Alex had done made my condition worse. For a young man, he sure knew his way around a woman's body. And I'd had no idea how good the touch of a skilled man could feel. Curse my former lover for never bothering to take care of me. 

Now sitting up, I noticed the sheets and pillows on the floor. Despite what Alex must have thought of me, he'd been a gentleman and slept on the floor. Yet this morning, he'd teased me rather mercilessly, and he'd been about to tie me up and leave me burning in desire for him. Now he was rushing off the pay for the room, because I'd been unable to pay the money I owed him. I always fell for the naughty type who was secretly a gentleman. Or was it the gentleman with a dark secret? Either way, right now I needed a strong man, to relieve the pent-up desire that made me want to climb the walls.

I reached down between my legs and gasped. I was soaked down there. Had that turned off Alex, I didn't know? I decided that before he returned, I would freshen up in the bathroom. I wanted to be clean and fresh for Alex. Minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom fresh and clean, yet the burning remained, making me walk in a slightly odd way. Alex, where are you? I need you, now! 

But Alex hadn't returned, and I plopped down on the bed in disappointment. It was a bit strange, that it took so long, but then he did say he had to cross the road to sell the ring at the pawn shop. 

I turned to look longingly at the bed pillows, aching as I thought of Alex's efforts at removing the ring just minutes before . . . and then I noticed a small metal ring dangling from the bed post. Moving closer, I saw that there was a similar one on each corner of the bed. Puzzled, I looked about the room, and realized I hadn't previously noticed the rather garish decorations – a whip dangled from a hook on one wall, while chains and manacles adorned another. A painting of a slave girl being disciplined was so revolting that I walked over to get a closer look. The artwork, or whatever one should call it, depicted a dark-haired, slender girl chained to a post, while her bare ass showed red streaks, evidently from the large, muscular man depicted standing next to her with a whip in hand. I shivered at the look of helpless terror on the girl's face. What kind of room was this, I wondered? Then I remembered the chains that Alex had been about to tie me up with.

Turning to the heavy wooden wardrobe, I threw open the doors, and drew in a sharp breath. The wardrobe was already full of . . . .clothing, was that the word for it? Sheer slave gowns, tiny string underwear, and then there were the devices. Ropes, chains, wooden objects the girth of my wrist . . . . Quickly I closed the doors, pressing my bare back against them, and my chest heaving. This wasn't an inn at all. I'd heard of such places - it was a slave house, where traveling men could stop by for the night and rent slaves for their room. Those poor slave girls, how horrible! And what was I doing in one of these places?

Alex, that little devil, why'd he bring me here? Safer I realized. Those evil wizards wouldn't think to look for a woman sorceress in here. That was smart . . . but was there another reason? Suddenly I grinned. Alex had a bit of a naughty streak in him, I should know that by now. Well, I could be naughty too. I'd dress up a little for Alex, inspire him to waste no time in taking care of my needs upon his return. 

Taking a deep breath, I turned around again and threw open the doors to the wardrobe. Clothing was going to be hard to come by. Biting my lip, I quickly grabbed a few things, then closed the doors and went to the bed, making a small pile with the garments I'd taken. First was a white string panty, with just a tiny triangle of material in front, and an even smaller one in back, held together by strings that tied at the hips. I put that on first, tying the strings snugly, not daring to go look in the mirror. The top was also white with red trim, sheer and flimsy. I pulled it over my head, and it strained as I pulled it down over my breasts, but it fit snugly once in place. What little it did cover was easily seen through the material; I could see my own nipples, teased into hardness by the touch of the soft material. I found a short white skirt that matched the top and slipped into it. I noticed that my heart was beating rapidly. 

Feeling a rush of excitement, I picked up the final piece of the costume. I slid the two soft, leather cuffs around my wrists, and used the tiny key to lock them, then I put the slender, matching leather collar around my neck, brushing my dark hair out of the way. A tiny metal chain dangled from the collar down almost to my knees, where it then split in two and went to the wrist cuffs. A second chain, the length of my arm, dangled loosely from the wrist cuffs, but I didn't know its purpose. The whole set seemed like decoration rather than restraint, for it left my hands free to move around. Although without the key or some magic, I wasn't sure I'd be able to remove them. Decoration or not, the sensation of the collar around my slender neck and the leather cuffs on my wrists, was disconcerting to say the least. I closed the heavy doors to the dresser and walked over to the bed, to look at myself in the long mirror at the foot of the bed.




Karina The Sorceress Ch. 03



Well, I certainly looked the proper slave girl, I thought. It was a bit shocking to see myself displayed such, my full breasts clearly visible through the sheer top, and . . . oh dear, I thought, reaching down between my thighs.

"Lords," I gasped, touching the white panties in surprise. I hadn't noticed before, but the panties were split down the middle . . . to give easy access to my most private place, I realized. Who would think of such a thing? Then I giggled. I couldn't wait to see Alex's eyes bulge from their sockets. I looked stunning, I had to admit, as I turned about and thrust out my hips, adopting a slinky pose to admire in the mirror. I felt that stirring inside, and saw myself blush. The cool water I'd washed myself with had dulled my desire a bit, but now my body was heating up again. I thought of Alex returning, throwing open the door . . . seeing me half naked and chained. . . tearing off my clothes . . . throwing me on the bed . . . .

I heard a low thump, then another one. I placed my hand to my chest - my heart was pounding in my chest. The sound came again. No silly, it's the door. 

"Come in!" I said, in my most sultry voice. "I'm ready for you . . ."

I turned to face the door, adopting a sexy pose. I couldn't wait to see Alex's face at seeing me dressed like this.

There was another knock, louder this time. Wait, what if it wasn't Alex, but housekeeping? Or the innkeeper? Suddenly, I was fumbling with the tiny key, trying desperately to unlock the cuffs on my wrists. I saw the door handle turning. It wasn't locked? I got one wrist cuff on, fumbled with the 2nd one, there got it! Oh wait, the neck collar! 

Too late, I stood there frozen as the door swung open. "Why hello, my little sorceress," said the powerfully built man framed in the doorway. 

"You!" I cried out. There standing only feet away from me was the demon, his piercing eyes taking in all of me, while his mouth curved in a grin. I felt faint.

"How good of you to dress for the occasion," he said, moving into the room and closing the door. How could he be here? I thought, my knees feeling wobbly. If I didn't act quickly . . . 

He took his eyes off me for a second, and that was all I needed. My hands flashed up and my mind conjured the piercing ice spell. Dammit, I thought, remembering that my magic wasn't working. The bastard was grinning at me.

"I see my device is working properly," said the demon, who'd closed the distance between us such that he was now within arm's reach of me. As my mind spun, thinking of what to do, I realized I had an edge. He didn't know that Alex had removed the ring. 

"What do you want?" I demanded, glaring at the demon. I wished his human form wasn't so . . . attractive. I'd much prefer horns on his head, big pointy teeth . . . crossed red eyes. 

"Just to check on you. You had a difficult day yesterday," he answered, taking another step closer. I could only stand rigidly, the leather cuffs held in my hands, no longer on my wrists, but still attached to the collar I hadn't had time to remove. The demon reached up and took hold of my wrists. Demon or not, when he stood so close to me, his bulging forearms rippling as he held my slender wrists, I couldn't help but feel small and female. My mind resented his presence, but my body was reacting to the closeness of a powerful, handsome male. I needed release, and my body was mindlessly preparing itself for the use of a strong male.

"Did they hurt you?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"W-what?" I stammered, his calm, gentleness confusing me.

"The men, in the inn . . . I never meant for you to be hurt." I looked into his eyes, and saw genuine concern there. Or it looked genuine. I blinked at him.

"Uh, I'm . . . ok," I murmured, distracted by the feel of his warm hands holding mine. My eyes narrowed. "Don't pretend that you care about me," I accused.

The demon smiled, not the mocking smile he usually wore, but different. "You're too beautiful to be abused by such men, I apologize for that."

I was speechless, only gaped at him. Was the demon really apologizing, or was this some trick?

"Ah, I see you are having trouble with your slave chains," he said, his voice soft and deep. "Let me help you with that."

"What?" I stammered, my face feeling warm. His soft voice and gentle touch had caught me completely off guard. He reached up to my neck, and unsnapped the chain from my neck collar, leaving the leather around my neck. Then he took the wrist cuffs from my grasp. "What are you doing?" I managed, trapped by his dark green eyes that looked into mine. 

"Turn around," he answered, his low voice compelling me to obey. I didn't know why my heart was thumping against my rib cage, as my barely covered back touched his chest, and he folded his powerful arms around me, reaching up to take hold of my hands. 

"You're a true beauty, Karina," he whispered, his voice just above my ear. I trembled at the heat between my thighs, strangely grateful for his arms to keep me from collapsing. My body was surrendering without a fight. He spoke again, "you'll make a lovely slave girl."

My eyes widened, "What?" I demanded, suddenly feeling trapped and nervous. "Hey, what are you doing?" I blurted, as he stepped back, pulling my wrists apart and behind my back. 

"No!" I protested, realizing too late his intentions, as I felt him place the leather cuffs first on one wrist, then the other. I struggled helplessly in his powerful grip as my wrists were bound behind me. He turned me around, and I glared at him. "You bastard," I spat, disgusted at the way I'd fallen for his trick.

The demon chuckled, "We will have to work on your manners."

"Let me go, demon!" I retorted, twisting left and right as I tried to separate my wrists. But the chain that held them together, decoration or not, seemed strong enough to hold me. The long chain length that he'd detached from my neck collar was flailing around as I struggled, and that made the demon grab my upper arm in annoyance. 

"You seemed considerably more amenable yesterday, sorceress," he said, "when those soldiers had you bent at the waist, serving them on both ends."

I stopped at stared at him, open mouthed. 

"Yes, I was there," he nodded, "quite the show I must say."

"You really are a bastard," I murmured, my face filled with shame.

"Yes, you mentioned that. You know I was looking forward to seeing them fill you, one after another . . . but I must say, you have a knack for getting out of tight situations."

I thought about my near escape yesterday at the bar. Yet here I was, caught again. "So you're going to give me back to them now, is that your twisted plan?" I accused.

The demon shook his head, "I don't like your tone, sorceress. Most females become quite docile when they wear the slave chains." He looked at me oddly. "Ah, perhaps it's because . . ."

He was reaching behind me before I could react, and he took hold of the two lengths of chain that dangled from my wrists, one so long it touched the floor. 

"What are you doing?" I said, suspicious. 

"These two lengths of chains are not attached, let me help you with that," he said. He spun me around, and grabbed the chain that held my wrists together, then lifted it up. I felt him moving the leather collar on my neck, and then I heard a metallic snap, and when he moved away, I couldn't lower my wrists anymore, they were held fast at the middle of my back by the chain now attached to my neck collar.

He was looking down at me. "It's meant to give your owner free access to your shapely ass, without the interference of your hands." His hand moved behind me to illustrate his point, and I jumped at his gentle caress. 

"And this other chain, the long one?" he continued. "This one goes down between your legs, like this . . . then up to attach in the front." 

I tried to close my legs to stop him, but he had already run the chain length between my thighs, and then he reached up and clipped it to my neck collar. Attached, it dangled loosely down between my breasts, to hang against the middle of my thigh. I looked at the demon in annoyance and confusion.

Seeing that I still didn't get it, he reached toward my chest, took the chain in his fingers and pulled upward and toward him.

"Oh!!" I exclaimed, as the chain was lifted up until it touched my panties. The demon lifted his hand higher, driving the chain upwards to slide between the opening in my special panties. The touch of the cold metal on the heat of my womanhood made me gasp and squeeze my thighs together in protest. I tried to lower my wrists behind my back, to give myself some slack in the chain, but the demon simply countered by pulling the chain higher. I could feel it sliding up between the folds of my tender pussy, driving me to rise up on my tiptoes. "Stop, please!" I cried out, growing desperate at the uncomfortable burning that was growing down there between my thighs. My hands struggled to escape the cuffs that held them behind my back, but that only increased the tension on the chain between my thighs. 

"Stop that!" I exclaimed, desperation entering my voice. "Please!" His eyes bore into me, his lips a wide grin as he observed my discomfort and humiliation. The demon spoke. "Will you show me proper respect?"

"Respect?" I cried. He was out of his mind. The demon jerked the chain a little higher.

"Ohh!! Y-yes, ok, ok, I will, just stop!" I moaned, straining up on my toes, trying to ease the terrible discomfort. He jerked once more, drawing a cry from my lips, to show me who was in control.

"Please . . . I . . . will show you proper respect!" I cried, trembling as I stood on my toes.

"That's more like it," said the demon after a moment. He eased back then, and I lowered my heels to the floor with a heavy gasp of relief. Then he snapped the chain, drawing a yelp from me as the tiny metal links slapped against me. "But you will do exactly as I say, or the next time I won't be so gentle. Do you understand, slave?"

I nodded quickly, ashamed to be called a slave, yet unable to look up at him. What was I going to do? Whatever he had planned for me I knew I wanted no part of it. When his hand touched my shoulder, softly rubbing my flesh, I shivered. 

"Tell me, Karina," he whispered in my ear, "how does it feel to be chained like a lowly pleasure slave? Some females find that being bound by a powerful man makes them helpless with desire. Do you find that to be true?" 

I opened my mouth to tell him what I thought of that, but he gave the chain a firm yank, making me moan instead, my thighs clenching together. 

"Shall I check myself?" he said into my ear, his hand sliding around my bare waist and downward toward my hip.

"No—" I whimpered, shaking my head. I felt so enflamed and tender down between my thighs, that I couldn't bear him touching me there. "Please don't!" 

"Ah, good," he said, his breath caressing my earlobe. "A natural slave knows how to beg for mercy from her master." With his hand, he continued to give soft tugs on the chain that tormented my delicate folds.

"I'm not a slave!" I moaned, my body twitched with each jerk of the chain. 

"Oh, but you are, you just don't know it yet," he replied, tilting my head so he could breath softly on my ear. "Such a soft, sensual creature you are. Look at you trembling with desire at my slightest touch."

I shook my head wildly. It wasn't true, I couldn't let him do this to me. Frantic, I looked about the room, for something, some idea to use against him, before I fell completely under his control. There was nothing.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed for help. 

Strangely, the demon didn't try to stop me, he only looked at me curiously. I screamed again, louder this time, as my courage returned. I stopped screaming when I heard the pounding of footsteps. Help was on the way. The demon wouldn't display his powers in front of so many humans. I looked at him, looking at his eyes for some sign that I'd outsmarted him, but he only stepped away from me and waited. I could hear them outside the door, and I glared at the demon, as if to tell him he wasn't going to get away with this. He only smiled in return, which made me slightly nervous.

"Stop smiling, demon" I said, trying to sound confident."I'm their guest, they'll recognize me, and arrest you."

The bastard's smile only widened, and I couldn't help wonder what he was up to. 



Karina The Sorceress Ch. 04



This is a sequel to Karina the Sorceress by Tanuki. 

*

I realized I had left the door ajar when a head poked through. I gasped, it was the cruel man from my dream.

"You there, stop making a racket, you're disturbing the clients." With a shock I realized the demon had vanished. I was once again alone but for this strange man I had seen only in a dream.

"Wait just a moment," he said, "what happened to the client for this room? A man from the village booked you for the rest of the day." 

I struggled with the leather cuffs still attached to my wrists and chained to the collar around my neck.

"Do you mean Alex?" I managed to say, "he's with me, he went to settle the bill, he said he didn't have enough, he was going to pawn that ring."

The strange man laughed. "My dear, he may have pawned a ring for his own proposes, but the young man you arrived with is otherwise engaged. His bill was settled in exchange for you, with a small sum added on. You are, after all, quite the find. I understand you've even had some training. You certainly managed to attach those chains better than any new slave could." Saying this, he grabbed at the chain attached to my handcuffs and yanked me toward him. "Ah yes, the body of a true slave. How else could you have such luscious features. If the master who paid for your use cannot be find, we will simply apply your talents to another paying customer. I'm sure he won't begrudge the extra training you require.

"

With that I was lead from the room, down the hall, and into the stairwell. The chain pressed against the delicate folds of my pussy. No longer cold, it was less of a shock and more a reminder of Alex's betrayal. I remembered he had meant to leave me chained in the room while he settled the bill, still burning with need for him to fill me. I blushed when I remembered how easily he had played my body against me. 

The slaver came to the door he was seeking. He raised the knocker and let it fall twice in quick succession.

"Who's there, can't you see I'm occupied?"

"Indeed, but I have a student for you."

"Haven't I given you enough business over the years?"

"This one is a gift."

"Well then why didn't you say so." The man in the door was gray-haired, but clean shaven. He tipped his head to the innkeeper and grabbed my chains from him. Pulling me to him, he said, "a gift horse we may not examine, but this one I will look in the mouth. Open up, lass." Resigned, I did as he asked. As I did so, he seized the opportunity to sneak his hand behind me, giving my behind a firm squeeze. I squeaked in response, still unable to lower my arms. With his other hand he slid two fingers down the bottom of my mouth. "She'll do just fine."

The other man left. I was pulled by the chain into the room lit by three lamps. Inside, a girl with dark hair and a thin figure knelt on the ground, her hands chained together above her head. The grey haired man pulled me roughly in front of her.

"Go on then," he said. Needing no explanation, the slave girl gently pulled my panties down to my thighs with her teeth and began to lick my tender sex. I took in a short breath. I had never been with a woman, but this raven haired waif soon had my knees buckling under me. I moaned wantonly. Meanwhile, the man took a cruel looking riding crop from the bedside table. I felt a sudden sting on my exposed bottom, but it was quickly replaced by the pleasure in my pussy. I felt the flame from Alex's attentions returning, and I knew I would soon go over the edge.

"Do not let her come without permission, Audra." The licking and sucking of my sex suddenly stopped. I stifled a groan of frustration. "First you must beg for it, slave."

"I'm not a slave. Please just let me go, I really was taken here against my will." I struggled, panting, with my bonds.

"Is that really what you want? Your body seems to think differently." He caught me in his arms as I nearly collapsed, my knees weak. As I lay against his shirtless torso he whispered, "Just admit, you can't really think of refusing me. We both know you won't go back to a life as a serving wench, your destiny is far more glamorous than that."

At last I mustered some courage and let out a laugh. "A serving girl? Don't you know who I am? I was a powerful sorceress, I have brought men like you to their knees for less wrong than you've done me. Release me at once if you don't wish to see my wrath."

"Oh ho, a great and powerful sorceress, eh? I suppose you had men begging at your feet. It must be quite a shock that now I hold the key to the orgasm you so desperately need, why don't you just magic me into giving you your release? It must take quite the stupid sorceress to find herself bound to a house like this."

"I... my powers..."

"Of course, they've left you. You know, Audra here may have more in common with you than you think. You see, she was the beloved daughter of a powerful king once, he even intended to leave her his lands, but when his vassals heard of this, they lay seige to his palace until he gave up his daughter to them. He thought she would be made a countess, but she was too haughty. She displeased her future husband and he left her here until she learned humility. He soon found that having her here left him free to run his county in peace. There are more reliable stewards than a stuck up princess, after all. Perhaps you should talk to Audra about who belongs in this house. That is, if her master will give her permission to speak." The girl looked up at him expectantly. "Go on, tell her who you are."

"I am yours, master, to use as you please." 

I gaped at her, how could she be a princess?

"Your highness, Don't you wish to return to your father?"

"My father's house gave me over to my betrothed, and he sent me here when I did not please him, now I wish only to serve my master."

"Well said, now I think I will take this proud little sorceress to bed, you may pleasure yourself as you watch." With this, he let my body fall onto the bed behind us, got up, and unhooked Audra's hands from the chain above. I seized my moment and jumped to my feet, intending to run for the door which was still ajar. The man easily pushed me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and, holding me down with his weight, detached the chains from my collar and fastened my cuffed hands to the headboard of the bed. He then took my still kicking left leg and secured with a leather strap I couldn't budge. Once he did the same with my right I found I could struggle no more. With that, he unbuttoned the sheer top and pulled it off me, leaving me once again stark naked. He pushed his body up and pulled down his trousers, then gave his cock a few strokes until it was fully erect. It was decently sized but not too massive. He brought it down around my pussy and gently rubbed it up and down my dripping slit. Without any conscious effort my hips rose to meet him, and he thrust down into me. As he began slowly fucking me, his hand reached down and began gently rubbing the nub at the top of my sex. The sensation gradually became more and more intense, until I couldn't suppress a moan. Soon I was grinding my hips into him, but his hand continued to gently stroke me, his own pelvis kept me steadied against his body. My knees began to shake uncontrollably. At long last I came, my body quivering. The grey man soon followed, letting his seed fill my pussy.

"Audra, you may clean her." I felt a warm tongue on my still tender sex, making me spasm as the princess licked me into cleanliness. When she was done, I found myself disappointed that she wouldn't continue.

"Now my pretty pet, do you really expect us to believe that you would forsake this pleasure for a life as a lonely sorceress? Tell me you don't want Audra to continue pleasuring you and I'll let you go."

"I... Please..."

"Tell me what you want, more than anything in the world."

"I want, I need, please just let me come again."

"Is that how you address your Master?"

"Please, master."

"Give her what she needs, my princess." Audra redoubled her efforts licking and sucking my clit. I felt an immense wave of pleasure building deep between my hips. My body thrashed against the bed, my arms and legs straining against my bonds. Finally the wave broke and my body buckled with pleasure. I was grateful for the chains that kept me fastened to the bed. My new master leaned down atop me and took my lips in his. I posted my mouth and let his tongue gently caress me. As he did this, he wrapped his arms around my bound body and held me as I continued to shake. 

Deep in my haze of pleasure I couldn't hear the knock on the door, but my master did. He gently slid off me and rose to answer. From my position on the bed, I could see only one of the two men who came to the door. He seemed to address the other.

"I assure you it was nothing but an honest mistake and certainly no harm done. This house takes excellent care of its property."

"She was never meant to be anyone's property but her own."

"Ah, but the room's bill you signed last night, it specified that she was to be held as collateral against you shirking your debt to the house."

"And as you can see, I've returned with what you are owed. Now I demand she be set free."

"Hmmm, but the contract specifies a limit on the time alloted for your return, you are already well over. She belongs to the house. However, we may be able to make an arrangement for her sale..."

"I want her set free, not just handed over like a slave."

"I think you'll find a slave in this house is always a slave, ask her yourself, she is permitted to speak."

I felt the words spill out from me, "Please Alex, I want to be yours. I don't care anymore. Just do what they say."

"Thirty silver coins, and no higher, or I'll have your contract looked over by the magistrate."

"Indeed, indeed, well then, if your money is good she is yours. Bring her to her feet then." The old man rose from atop me and quickly unfastened the chains on my wrists and ankles. He reattached the leather cuffs I still wore to each other and to my collar. I was pushed off the bed and into Alex's arms.

Alex held me by the waist and lead me through the doorway, down the hall, and into the stairwell. I found I couldn't climb up the stairs with my chains tightened as the man in the room had them. Alex lifted me onto his shoulder and carried me up the flight of stairs to his room. Once we were through the door, he sat down on the armchair in the corner and pulled me down onto his lap.

"I see you've been enjoying yourself here at any rate." Looking down at my still wet sex, I blushed. "What happened to your promise when I left you?" As he spoke, Alex bounced me up and down on his knee. I felt suddenly aware of how strong and tall he was, and how small I was in comparison. His arms on my waist kept me balanced as my hands were still cuffed behind my back.

"I couldn't..."

"Nevermind, it doesn't matter. I was gone longer than I intended. Anyway it seems we are alone again and you are still as aflame as ever."

I looked down at my writhing body, my hard nipples. He was wrong, though, where before I had felt unbearably aroused now I was comforted by his touch on my hips, and the feeling of his thighs beneath my buttocks. "What took you so long?" I finally asked. 

"I was looking for a way to restore your powers."

"How did you know?"

"I guessed there must be some reason you let those men in the Inn get so far with you, beyond needing the ring turned off. And once it was removed, you still seem to not have any ability to escape this place. Anyway I spoke to one of the crusaders about it, they have similar spells for capturing magical practitioners. Don't worry, I was very discrete with him. Anyway, he told me of a counterspell that will undo the damage."

"You mean I could have my powers back and be free?" It was almost too good to be true.

"Well, yes, there's just one small requirement. We'll need to use your true name to break the spell."

"But I can't tell you that, can't you tell me how to perform the spell and I'll do it myself?"

"The spell has to be performed by another. Your magic is gone, remember?"

"But I can't give you my true name, I'd be completely in your power."

"Karina, you are a bright girl but sometimes you can be really dense. I just bought and paid for you with your permission, I have you chained in this house, and besides that your body responds to me even when you won't, as I showed you this morning."

"But I still have my true name. If I gave you that, even my mind wouldn't be safe. I'd lose all free will." Alex had a strange look on his face. He reached down and placed his hand on my knee. Slowly, he worked his way up between my thighs, finding my sex wet. Frightened, I pushed my thighs together tightly, but he again took my knee in his hand and pulled it to the other side of his leg. He tugged lightly on the chain to remind me not to resist. I felt a shock as the chain pinched me, but as he began rubbing me my muscles relaxed.

"Come now, Karina, surely you'd like your power restored. I'm sure you could be free of this place easily if you just help me with this spell."

"I might be free in body, but I'd never really be free again."

"Well, we'll see about how free you are now." I felt my body snap, writhing in rhythm to his ministrations on my sex. Suddenly I felt a finger peneetrating me, and moaned at the sensation. Just as quickly, however, Alex stopped altogether. I felt him turn me around on his lap and push my body down to the floor chest first. I felt a sting as he struck me with his bare hand off to the left side of my bottom. I yelped, then turned around at him, confused.

"Give me your name, Karina. You already belong to me what difference can a name make?" There was a strange look on his face, it reminded me of the time I thought I saw him outside the demon's cave. I turned my head away to the side, looking at the rug as it met the wall. "You know I'm not a rich man. You owed me before I had to buy you from this place. We need to restore your powers, or at least find some way for you to pay me back. Then again I suppose I already own you." I turned around to look at him as he said this, tears forming in my eyes. His visage seemed to have changed, suddenly I was reminded of the Alex-shaped apparition in the daemon's cave. He grabbed my head and turned it toward the floor. With a shock, I realized this was again not Alex. When had he left?

"Where is Alex, I know you've taken his shape!" I shouted. The demon struck me again on the behind, firmly.

"My dear beautiful slave girl, have you really not guessed the truth yet? Your Alex is my guise in the human world. Observe." With this, he let go of my hair and I turned to see once again the demon before me for a moment, before he transformed back into the strangely glowing shape of Alex.

"No, it's not possible, then this morning?" Another smack interruped me.

"Did you not find me pleasing? I wondered if you didn't recognize my touch. But then I suppose you had to be told explicitly, most of my slaves do." My head was reeling, but the daemon-Alex gave me no time to recover before he resumed my punishment. His hand came down on my reddening skin and I let out a slow moan.

"I still will have your true name sorceress, give it to me before I grow tired of this charade." With this, the demon pulled back his hand and struck my right buttock with great force. The pain was unbearable, I tasted blood where I had bitten into my lip.

"Never, do what you will, my name I will never real." I said this last defiance into the floor. As I did, I felt a hand slide up my left thigh, slowing down as it approached where my thighs meet. I could feel my legs shaking, and as the demon touched me once again I froze.

"Why must you do this?"

"Must? My dear, breaking in a beauty like you is my first and last true joy. Now are you ready to give me that name so that I can release you?"

"Release me? Do you think I'm stupid? I know what happens to a sorceress who reveals her true name."

"Fair enough, then I suppose you leave me no choice. You still aren't ready for me to take you, but my servants should do well to get you on your way."

My head reeled as I heard three familiar cackling voices in the doorway. The daemon snapped his fingers and disapeared, leaving me alone with the three bandits from before.

"Well now, this slut sure is something isn't she?"

"The master put her in her place finally, now what d'you suppose we can do with her?"

"I suppose anything we'd like, but where to start is the question, isn't it?"

"Where indeed. Let's think, any ideas now my fine pretty thing?"

...

To be continued