An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chained to the wall, lit by the eerie blue lights that illuminated this dismal dungeon, Seyira glared at her captor. He stood a fair deal taller than her, a bony-handed, wiry old man leering sadistically at her body, which was bared where her undergarments had been torn away. The man's grey eyes glittered wickedly beneath his hood as they raked over her, a smirk upon his lips.

Her hands were held firmly above her by chains, shackles about her wrists, cold like the fury in her brilliant blue eyes, cold like the unnatural light of the gleaming magic jewels that sat upon ornate silver pedestals across the room, casting their light over her. A ring gag was set in her mouth, held in place by black leather straps which disappeared beneath the locks of palest golden hair at the back of her head. Wounds from the bite of some fierce creature were salved and bandaged on her body, and aside from those gauzy wrappings and some torn shreds of a simple undergarment, she was naked.

"So, you thought to steal from us, little thief?" rasped the old wizard as he held up the pouch of gold and jewels that had been taken from her when he and his grotesque guards had stripped her.

Her black leather attire and her cloak lay spread neatly on the obsidian shelf across from her, maddeningly out of reach. Obsidian statues of foul beasts and demonic gargoyles leered at her in the grim shadows, as if taunting her. It was true that she'd tried to rob him after creeping in the window of his tower earlier that night, but her real mission was of a darker nature.

A poster in the forum in the city of Meldegar, promising a great reward for the death of Khradex, the magic-wielder who'd been threatening the surrounding lands with his growing power, had caught her eye during her travels in search of fortune. She'd gone alone, a deadly mistake of overconfidence, perhaps. It certainly seemed so, now, and she cursed her refusal to share the reward with anyone else, even as she still hoped there might be an opportunity to make good of the situation. The journey into Khradex' somber lands had been long, and the time spent acclimating herself to the dark city over which his tower reared less than pleasant. She'd looked forward to returning triumphant with the wizard's head and what valuables she might find in his tower after a stealthy kill, and she wasn't about to admit defeat yet.

Her hopes seemed to matter little at the moment, though, for she'd been surrounded in a corridor by several of Khradex' guard beasts, snarling, bulldog-like creatures that had subdued her after a brief fight and called the attention of their Master with savage growls. Not long afterward she found herself in the position she was in now, a humiliated prisoner whose lot was likely to become worse soon.

She wasn't about to let the old wizard gloat, though. No tears stained the lovely softness of her rounded, petite-nosed face, only rage and hate for her captor as she took the situation as stoically as she could despite her hidden inner fears.

Cold hands caressed her breasts, making her cringe slightly, beautifully, as Khradex came forward and pinched her nipples firmly. His hands carried a frigid sensation to her as they caressed over her petite breasts, stiffening her nipples as she moaned wordlessly through the ring gag in her mouth. A subtle magic was coursing through those gnarled old ring-adorned fingers as he caressed her, giving his touch an unnaturally cold feel as he stroked her, drawing the heat away from her creamy skin, lit eerily the reflecting blue lights. Even now, she felt the pangs of greed as her piercing blue eyes peered down at those rings.

A smile flashed beneath the shadows of Khradex' hood, white teeth that would easily fit the common standard for perfect were it not for the oddly-filed points upon his canines, an animalistic flourish that belied his scholarly demeanor.

Helpless, Seyira gazed at him with a quiet fury beneath her long golden lashes. Dirty old man, she thought as the wizard groped her breasts roughly with cold, shriveled hands. She held herself as rigid as she could, not wishing to give her tormentor the satisfaction of seeing her squirm and struggle in his grasp. Glistening saliva trickled down her chin to drop on her bosom, the gag not allowing her any quarter to swallow as she bit down on it.

Reaching his finger to her chin, Khradex smiled wickedly up at her before leaning forwards to kiss her, mashing his lips to hers as he wiggled his tongue through the hole in the gag.

She did squirm now, not liking this sort of intimacy with someone she despised, finding it even more offensive than the cold touches on her breasts. At least those were devoid of emotion, an endurable pawing. This was far too close, especially for one who lived as cynically as Seyira did. The touches at her bosom continued as well, though, the old magician squeezing her breasts nastily now, his rings even colder on her than the ensorcelled skin of his hands.

"What a lovely mouth you have, little one." the wizard taunted as he drew back from the kiss, admiring the full, pale-pink lips that framed the gag he had placed on her. Chuckling softly, he slapped her firmly across her perky bosom, right hand to left breast, left hand to right breast, back and forth several times, managing to get a few small yelps from Seyira's gagged-open mouth.

Then he threw open his robes, letting them fall away, though the hooded cape remained upon him, shadowing his face.

Her cold eyes widened in surprise.

He was fitter than she expected, his wiry form criss-crossed with rune-marked leather strips like some fetishist's harness, but otherwise bare. Even more, the erection which stood waiting was larger than she would have believed, not the shriveled old thing she had been anticipating. Jet black and crimson tattoos marked his torso, some sort of mystical markings she was sure. But her eyes were drawn down to the throbbing, ropey-veined member that had been unveiled, and her brows knit in an angry scowl. He intended to rape her, then. She'd suspected as much, but somewhere in the back of her mind she had hoped that he would not. Oh, how she despised him! But there was no escape, and she struggled to free her hands from the shackles in vain.

"Like what you see?" he taunted, observing her gaze on his thick veiny cock. This was most enjoyable, he thought, seeing the arrogant little rogue so uncomfortable at his command.

Stepping a few paces aside, he reached to some controls on the wall, framed in ornately etched obsidian. The chains readjusted themselves at a tug on a heavy wooden lever, lowering her to her knees and scuffing them on the hard stone floor.

With quiet, wicked laughter the mage turned with a swish of his cape to bring his otherwise naked form over to her and grab her firmly by her hair. Not giving the moment any further ceremony, he shoved his hardened erection firmly through the opening in her gag, the girth of it barely fitting through as he violated the soft, warm confines of her helplessly open mouth.

"Nnnnnng!" she groaned as she felt and tasted his probing member in her mouth, his bony hand gripping her head firmly, the gag and shackles allowing her no other means of protest as he slid in. Eyes open wide, she glared up at him with rage as he began to thrust roughly into her mouth, the knock of his thick-headed shaft against the entrance of her throat making her gag and drawing her concentration away as she tried to resist the reflex. She tried to bite, clamping her jaws down as hard as she could, but it was in vain, the gag easily holding her mouth open and vulnerable. Her eyes screwed shut for a few moments, but when she opened them, her gaze was still icy looking at him.

"Enjoying yourself, little thief bitch?" Khradex sneered as he began to pull her hair, his thrusts rougher, his ample sac slapping lightly on her chin.

He must use some sort of magical brew to enhance his virility, Seyira thought, glowering at him. Such an old man shouldn't be so fit, so potent, so... handsome? She shoved that thought vehemently out of her mind as she shut her eyes. How could she think that? He was raping her mouth at that very moment, thrusting into her throat. She hated it, she told herself, hated it, hated it, hated it. And yet... She forced herself to stop thinking, to focus on something else, until this was over. It was difficult, with that thick erection plunging into the warm intimacy of her mouth relentlessly, the stone floor cold under her knees.

The old wizard was grinning down at her, his hands buried in her long pallid locks as he held her head steady and thrust into her vigorously, watching her as she scrunched her eyes shut. "Look at me, bitch." he taunted, and when she did not respond, he began to pull her hair even harder as he said in a slightly louder and firmer voice, "I said look at me!"

There was still no response, so he pushed his cock deep into her mouth, pressing it against her unwilling throat as his magic spell aided in closing off her supply of air, dizzying her dangerously. "Look at me..." he hissed, and finally her eyes opened to look at him hatefully.

She bit down on the gag even as the malicious spell released her once again, though the cock remained pressed against her throat for a few seconds longer before it began thrusting viciously once again. The gag kept her teeth firmly parted, the only thing that kept her from biting savagely into the invading member as she gazed angrily up at him. "Nnnnnnng!" she moaned, wishing to swear, to threaten, to vent in any way possible, but all she could do was make senseless noises that only pleasured his thick, veiny cock the more with their vibrations.

"Close your lips." commanded the raspy, wicked voice, the pleasure in it apparent now as he thrust into the warm wetness of her mouth.

She had been trying to keep them off of him as much as she could, hating the thought of touching his cock with them. She closed them though, letting them stroke softly against him as he thrust, if only to avoid more punishment.

He kept thrusting, letting out a low moan of pleasure as he peered at her with his steely grey eyes from beneath the shadowy hood.

After savoring her lips for a few moments, he slowly drew his cock from between the lips that gripped him in front of the gag, and taking his shaft between two fingers, he struck her two slaps across the face with its bulbous head, one on each cheek, leaving wet marks from the saliva that clung to him.

She shut her eyes in defense against the slaps, then opened them to glare at him. He chuckled softly as he shoved himself back into her mouth, once more feeling the warm wetness of it as he pumped his surprisingly powerful hips back and forth, savoring in the feeling as he violated her mouth and letting out a deep, pleased "mmmmm" sound. His pleasure was growing, his heart beating harder as his body warmed with lust. His hand still held her head firmly, not letting her draw back at all, the steel chains holding her wrists and ankles, keeping her from retaliating against him as she growled angrily, deep in her throat, causing pleasant vibrations to tingle down his passion-engorged shaft.

She continued growling and groaning through the gag as he hammered his thick shaft into her mouth, his pleasure escalating as he felt her vibrations.

"That's a good little bitch..." he said tauntingly through his heavy rasping breaths of pleasured excitement. He was close now, his virile sac tightening as his seed prepared to be pumped forth, and he popped his cock out of her mouth quickly, eagerly rubbing himself with his bony hand as he aimed at her soft, lovely face. She looked at the engorged, pleasured shaft with disgust for a moment, then shut her eyes tightly, knowing what was to come.

The first jet of semen splashed thickly upon her smooth cheek. With a deep moan of intense pleasure, the old mage watched as he ejaculated on his beautiful captive, hot seed spurting from his cock as it throbbed with ecstasy, jetting into her mouth through the gag, splashing her chin and her tightly shut eyelid as his seed emptied onto her. Khradex hadn't had this much sexual enjoyment in a long while, plastering the lovely little rogue's face with his fertile mess bringing him to a throbbing high as he gazed down at her with a cruel grin.

Seyira's one open eye blazed with humiliated fury, the other's cum-plastered lid kept shut, her mouth and throat working in an attempt to spit the semen out or at least swallow it, anything to get the taste out of her mouth as it dribbled over her lips and stretched down slowly before plopping onto her heaving breasts.

Khradex smacked her across the cheek once more with his fat cock, then wiped the remaining gob of semen from its tip into her platinum-gold hair. Taking up his robe, he slipped it on, satisfied for the moment.

Turning his head as he headed out of the dungeon chamber, he rasped out from beneath the shadows of his hood, "I will be back for you, little one."

She watched him go hatefully, wondering when he would return. As the echoes of a closing door somewhere in the maze of dungeons faded and the wizard's seed cooled and dried on her face, her position began to feel all the more uncomfortable, and she hoped in spite of herself that he would be back soon.

Continued in Chapter 2