An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Seyira had been given plenty of time to stew in her shackles before the loud noise of a door being slammed and steps coming down the stairs into the chamber where she had been detained roused her. Her arms and jaw had begun to grow sore from being held in one position for too long, and her eyes had been closed as she sought solace within herself, jolting open as she was startled to full consciousness.

A pair of hideous orcs, clad in mercenary armor and reeking of ale, stomped into the room, their dark bestial faces illuminated by the eerie pale blue glow as they stopped in front of her, their noses wriggling as they drew in her scent with an audible snuffling.

"This the slut?" growled one, using the common tongue rather than one of the orcish dialects.

"That the one." the other replied, also speaking common.

Seyira scowled. If the orcs merely wanted to talk amongst themselves, she felt sure they would speak in their own tongue rather than the broken common with which they referred to her in such terms. It was a show of sorts, the bestial males amusing themselves by insulting her while doing whatever they had been sent to achieve. She gnashed her teeth down on the gag, wishing to fling insults back in their faces despite the soreness of her jaw.

"Pretty slut." grunted the first orc, and he grabbed her tits roughly, crushing them in his strong meaty hands and digging his dirty nails in so that she whimpered and struggled against the chains binding her.

Rough fingers moved down to prod the bandaged injuries, making them flare up with pain once again, a louder squeal escaping the assassin as one of the bandages began to show a fresh spot of red.

"No move, slut." snarled the other orc, slapping her cheek.

The blow stung, though it wasn't hard enough to bruise or permanently injure. Seyira glared at the beasts with hate in her blue eyes. Did they intend to rape her, too? she wondered.

"Get a move on, you sacks of shit!" roared a new voice from atop the stairs, the voice sounding male and human, but not that of Khradex.

The two orcs looked at each other, scowling, then moved to unchain Seyira from the wall.

She immediately struggled to escape, but strong orc hands forced her wrists behind her back and clapped her in a new set of irons. Drawing his dirk, one of the orcs prodded lightly at Seyira's back with the point, and the other took position in front of her, herding her up out of the chamber.

She kept close watch for any opportunity to escape, but the sharp blade at her back made any sudden move risky.

At the top of the steps, a man stood waiting, dressed in similar robes to those Khradex himself wore, though this was a younger man, his short, pointed black beard accentuating the harsh features of his face, just a few streaks of grey touching his hair.

"Move it, or I'll boil your balls!" the man growled to the orcs, waving his hand at them so that his cloak swished. Falling into step behind the orcs, he added in a lower, more sinister tone, "Lord Khradex must not be kept waiting."

They moved at a swift pace, the orcs hauling Seyira up by her hair anytime she began to trip or teeter after her uncomfortable confinement. The little blonde assassin was seething inside, her teeth gritted against the gag until it hurt, glistening saliva trickling down her chin.

The circling corridors of the tower wound by, and she glanced furtively at each barred window they passed, but the orcs were crowded close, the dagger at her back, and she was uncertain how powerful the magic of the nearby wizard might be.

The orc behind her ran a rough meaty hand over the curve of Seyira's ass, and she tensed, but the dagger remained firm at her back as they wound their way up the tower. Their destination was a large door which the wizard stepped forward to touch his hands to, muttering some low intonations before the ornately carved and gilded wood, devoid of handle, slid open with a low rumble.

Beyond, a throne room bedecked with tapestries and mystical crystals stood, with a black, sinister throne at the end of it. Seyira's eyes narrowed with hate as she saw the figure upon it, the same old wizard who had raped her mouth earlier. She bit down on the gag again, remembering the taste of his cock and his seed.

"Well," said Khradex, his voice taking a more formal tone than before, "come forward, my servant." He gave Seyira a grin, showing the points on his teeth, but gestured towards the wizard who had brought her. The younger man stepped forward, dismissing the grunting orcs out of the room before kneeling low.

"My Lord Archwizard Khradex." the man began, "I have brought the intruder to you as requested."

Khradex nodded, then spoke in low insidious tones, "You will stay, Torak. You shall witness the thief's formal accusation."

Torak bowed his head, then rose, placing his hand roughly on Seyira's head. The assassin struggled against the handcuffs binding her hands behind her back, wriggling as she was forced down. "Kneel before Lord Khradex." Torak growled, his dark eyes narrowed and hard.

At a gesture and a word from Khradex, Torak pulled the gag from Seyira's mouth, her soft lips finally allowed to close as she worked her sore jaw around a bit, trying to get used to having her mouth closed once again.

"You swine." she hissed, prompting Torak to seize her hair and pull sharply.

"You will be respectful in the presence of Lord Khradex!" the younger wizard snapped.

Seyira struggled in her bonds, glaring daggers at the wizard upon the throne while the other tangled his fingers into her soft platinum hair.

Raising his hand, Khradex took hold of a cord next to his throne, pulling it down to let a deep, resonant series of gongs sound out. Not long after, as if they had already been waiting for the call, a side door slid open and three more wizards entered, robed similarly to Torak.

"My Lord Archwizard Khradex." they spoke, kneeling and bowing as Torak had done, then rising to stand alongside him, eying Seyira as they did so.

Seyira watched them from the corner of her eye, frowning deeply. One was a portly bald man, with a cruel gleam in the small eyes of his jowly face. Another was lean, almost bony, with a wild look and an unkempt shock of white hair upon his head. The third drew Seyira's eyes the most, his hair also white, but his skin a smooth, gleaming black. Crimson eyes and gracefully pointed ears showed him as a dark elf, his bearing one of greater pride and ambition than was typical for a male of his race.

"Roldo, Karaclus, Se'tarsis." Khradex intoned, naming them each in turn. "You are all assembled. Let the proceedings begin. The one brought here has been found attempting to break into our tower and make off with our jewels, is that not correct, thief?" Raising a folded pouch of silk, he let the cloth fall open, spilling the jewels that had been confiscated from Seyira's person.

Seyira glared daggers as the wizard, but remained silent. She was sure that lying would be of no use, but neither was incriminating herself too easily.

"Is that not correct, thief?" Khradex spoke again.

Still there was silence from the assassin, despite the shifting of the wizards behind her.

Khradex made a dismissive gesture, his eyes glittering with amusement. "I see that you are better at other uses of your mouth than speech. Perhaps you would like to demonstrate to my disciples what your mouth is good for?"

Wicked chuckles sounded from behind her, and sweat broke out on Seyira's brow. Suck off these terrible wizards? No! Anger rose in her, and she focused to keep it under control. Roldo's hands were touching her hair now, and she shrank down from him. It was only when she felt the fat man's cock press against her through his robes, hard and wanting, that she snapped.

"You swine!" she shrieked, and gathering saliva in her mouth, she spat in Khradex' direction, rising and struggling in her bonds. "I'll see you- YAAAAAAA!"

Her body convulsed as if shocked, twitching in pain as a hard hand against her back sent dark magic coursing through her, her pretty lips contorted in exquisite pain as her eyes screwed shut. Karaclus' fingers dug at her skin, tormenting her with the power that ran through them, and as his hand withdrew, Roldo's bulk collided with her, knocking her sprawled and gasping across the floor.

"So, you still prefer not to confess, hmmm?" Khradex mused, stroking his chin, then gesturing to Torak once more, "The gag."

"Nooooo-" Seyira whimpered, but the ring gag was already being forced back between her teeth to hold her jaw open. She looked up wildly at the four wizards standing around her, wondering if her mouth was about to be violated once more, her heart racing.

Khradex seemed to have other ideas, however. "The golem." he commanded, and two of the wizards moved off to fetch what was requested, while Roldo and Se'tarsis hauled her to her feet by her hair.

"Not bad... for a human." Se'tarsis said, running his finger along Seyira's jawline while Roldo put his hungry mouth on one of her breasts, licking and sucking at it as if it were a delicious treat. She glared and struggled, unable to speak her mind with the gag back in place. Ebon fingers began toying with her cunt while the fat man nipped and licked at her nipple, her sore body protesting to her at the rough treatment.

They were interrupted by the return of Torak and Keraclus, however, wheeling a table of sorts on which was laid out a huge figure of smooth muddy clay, in a crude likeness of human form.

Khradex rose and descended with regal bearing, his mouth forming a grin as he stepped down to the table, forming a triangular formation around the figure with Torak and Keraclus. Chanting and caressing the clay, the three of them focused their power, and Khradex lowered an engraved and bejeweled plate to press into the front of the featureless dome-shaped lump that passed for the figure's head, setting it where the forehead would be.

After a moment, the figure rose, lumbering towards where Roldo and Se'tarsis were holding Seyira down. Directed by the wizards, the barely-sentient lump of mud approached the assassin, looming over her. Then, as Khradex made gestures and intonations, there was a gooey slopping sound of mud, and a portion of the golem's formerly featureless loins flopped forward, sculpting itself into a huge, veiny cock and balls, the most detailed part of the figure.

The creature stood, looking down at Seyira, and she tried to scream as she gazed up at the massive erection of wet clay that bobbed above her as if throbbing with desire. She was so focused on the thing above her that she didn't notice the strange goo that Se'tarsis was rubbing on her mound until it was too late. A tingle filled her loins, and to her horror, she found that her womahood was becoming hot and wet. Whatever salve was seeping through the tender skin of her nether regions was affecting her alarmingly fast, and she squirmed and writhed in her bonds, doing her best not to whimper through the gag, though her wild eyes could not help glancing back at the massive clay cock that loomed behind her. So big... and her cunt was growing so wet... so hungry from the drug.

Stepping back, the wizards watched with leering grins as the clay beast pounced upon the little blonde, its large crude hands seizing her shoulders and leaving muddy hand prints on her skin.

Her sore body alit with pain as she was pushed down on her back and legs spread wide around the hips of the clay golem. But the heat in her womanhood did not abate, and the huge shaft began to prod at her nether lips as the golem clumsily mounted her.

She tried to struggle against it, but her hands were bound and trapped behind her. Then, with a slick noise, the wet clay began to penetrate her, fresh tears beading at the corners of her eyes. She had pleasured men before, to be sure, but always on her terms, and for her purposes. She'd managed to escape violation in the darker alleys of Meldegar and Nordegar by her wits and nimble acrobatics, but common thugs were no comparison to the wily magic-weavers who now held her captive.

Gasping for breath through the gag that held her aching mouth open, she wriggled beneath the bulk of the golem, smeared with mud as the crude effigy began to pump into her, pounding her tight cunt with every rhythmic thrust as the wizards looked on. Seyira doubted that the enchanted lump of clay could feel anything, its thrusting impersonal, mechanical, the crude hands that massaged her breasts and body clumsy but methodical.

Yet she found that the heat in her nether lips was unabated, her channel wet and eager for the massive cock of wet clay that pounded into her. Her blue eyes rolled back, screwing shut as she moaned through the gag, trying to resist the feeling.

The golem's hands were trailing over her breasts and her stomach, leaving slight muddy trails over her.

Soon, she was arching her sore body up to meet each thrust, whimpering as the wizards leered down at her from a few paces away, though her gaze was focused upon the crude figure that thrust and ground above her. The sweat that broke out over her pale skin was now a hot one, her body warm and sticky beneath her clay assailant, making gooey muddy hand prints on her skin.

The thick cock continued to stretch her pussy, painful yet horribly pleasurable, her nether lips sensitive from whatever potion had been rubbed on her, so that her clit strained like a hard bead under the gooey clay. Her own nectar made the surface of the golem's cock a slick and smoothed muddy mess. And then, despite her resistance, she felt herself begin to clamp and milk at the invader, her body arching as a squeal of humiliated pleasure broke through the gag, met by soft wicked chuckles from the assembled wizards as they watched her.

The golem didn't seem to care. It simply continued pounding the little rogue's cunt as it had been ordered to do, tireless as the flow of a stream, as its clay hips rocked back and forth. Seyira writhed beneath it, her sex wet with the goo of her juices and the slime of the golem's clay. Her eyes remained shut tight as her cunt continued to flutter, another wave of pleasure breaking over her, and after some time, yet another.

The golem ceased at a few words from one of the wizards, the bulk of the crude clay man drawing back from the sweaty, muddy, whimpering rogue.

A hand seized Seyira's disheveled hair, and she found herself face to face with a cock made of flesh rather than clay, gripped tight in a bony hand as it was jacked towards her. The wizards had disrobed while she was not looking, and now they were crowded around her, five hard, throbbing cocks all aimed at her face. She tried to tear her gaze away, but her cunt still ached and throbbed with the compound that had been rubbed on her. She felt her warm, sweaty body growing hotter again, her cheeks blushing furiously at her unwanted arousal.

A moan from above made her gaze dart up to the grinning male faces above her, and she moaned with a confused mingle of disapproval and craving, her eyes entreating, some of the resolve in them faded with her daze. Her head tilted back slightly, and with a long moan of male pleasure, sticky ropes of cum shot over her delicate face, the scent of semen filling her nose and causing her aphrodisiac-smeared pussy to throb anew. Her blush deepened as thick cum fell through the hole in her gag to touch her tongue, a shudder rising up her spine. Her cunt felt so hot, but she held on to her resistance, refusing to give in to pleasuring herself while these men jacked off onto her. She had trouble making out whose cock was whose, her tired body aching, her cunt tingling. So tired.

As four more loads of semen splattered over her face, to the pleasure of the wizards, moaning and sighing with satisfaction. Her legs wriggled, bringing her kneeling form to the nearest bare man's leg to begin grinding her clit against it, relief shuddering through her as she let out a moan through the gag.

When it had ended, she collapsed to the floor, her gag removed by steady hands so that she could gasp in breath more naturally, and then the low intonations began as hands were laid upon her, and she drifted off into deep sleep.

Continued in Chapter 3

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