An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Seyira awoke upon a crude cot, a few rough woolen blankets keeping her warm.

Kicking off the covers, she slid onto her feet. Her long, pale blonde hair cascaded down in clean silken strands as she rose. Looking around her tiny cell, she began to examine it with the calculating eye of one accustomed to breaking in and out of locked spaces. Finding no door, she turned her gaze upwards, spitting a curse.

She was locked in an oubliette of sorts, the ceiling well above her head, so that there was no way she could reach the grating without rope or ladder. She tested the walls, assessing if there was any way she could get out of the cell by clawing her way up chinks in the brick or by wedging herself between the opposing walls with her limbs to creep upwards, but to no avail. Even if there was a way to the top without assistance, there was no guarantee that she would be able to pick the lock when she got there.

Slumping onto the straw-lined floor of the cell, Seyira huffed in fury, her taut and fit body curling as she wrapped her arms around her knees. Her cold blue eyes were downcast as her sensual lips pouted, low anger boiling in the pit of her chest.

It was then that she noticed the marks on her body, illuminated by the paltry light that shone down from the grating above. Pausing, she let her mouth fall open, her jaw still slightly sore from being gagged for so long. Inspecting her stomach carefully, her suspicion was confirmed.

While she'd been unconcious, she'd been tattooed with slave marks around her navel and upon her pubic mound, and was sure that the corresponding marks had also been placed on her back. Slave marks! The thought enraged her. She'd seen these marks on the comfort girls who dwelt in the city around Khradex' tower, girls whose lives revolved around being raped and sodomized by the men, orcs and ogres who made up Khradex' army. Well, perhaps raped was not quite the right word, she mused. She'd seen the blissful looks on the slaves' faces as they performed their duties unabashedly wherever the soldiers congregated on leave time, the citizens of Khradex' capital seeming to find little out of the ordinary about such spectacles.

The thought made Seyira shudder. Was that to be her fate, then? She could not fathom how the slaves seemed so pleased with their lot - the thought of servicing such vile creatures made revulsion churn in the rogue's belly. She had used her sexuality to achieve her own ends before, but always on her own terms, according to her own plans for gain. The few men who had attempted assaulting her previously had been given a lesson in her finesse with the dagger.

That was, until the incident with the golem, she thought, her teeth gritted as the memory came smashing back on her. Raped by a lump of clay - and enjoying it! She seethed, pounding her little fists on the walls until it hurt, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. If only she'd learned more about combating monsters and spellcasters, rather than only merchants, town guard and other rogues of the cities!

She looked at where the bandages had been removed from her body as she considered that thought, and it was obvious that healing potions or spells had been used. The marks of the guard-beasts' fangs barely showing on her milky skin - sure to fade out completely with just a little more treatment. She'd also been cleaned. The mud and cum gone from her skin and hair so that it was soft and silky once more.

Settling back down on the cot with a sigh, she leaned back and stewed upon her recent memories. She'd been violated, humiliated... so why was there an urge in the back of her head to finger her clit as she thought about her experiences? Frowning, she thought back on the drug that had been used on her. Maybe it simply hadn't worn off yet. She settled back under the covers on the cot to sulk, the images of the wizards and the big clay man washing over her as her eyes closed sleepily.

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Seyira's slumber was disturbed once more as the sound of footsteps sounded dully above her through the thick stone, and with a creak the trapdoor was opened, letting a greater amount of light into the pit as the grating was removed and a rope ladder was dropped into the oubliette. Pursing her lips distrustfully, she peered up towards the opening, wondering what was waiting for her at the top, but she could not see anyone looking back down at her at the moment. She contemplated waiting until whoever was above her was forced to come down after her, but decided against it, knowing that if she could not escape the guardian beasts of Khradex' tower with surprise on her side, she would not make it out if they were on alert for an escaped prisoner.

Slowly, cautiously she ascended the ladder, poking her head out of the oubliette as she reached the top to come face to face with a pair of bare feet. Looking upwards, she saw Khradex himself, naked and tattooed before her.

With a yelp, she prepared to descend back into the pit, not wishing to face humiliation at the hands of the wizard for a third time, but his bony hand seized her wrist in its terrible grip and yanked her up through the opening, spilling her on the floor.

"Well, now, little one." rasped Khradex, "My advisors and I have come to our decision, and in the absence of your confession, we have sentenced you to become a tower slave. Your training begins. Now." He placed a special emphasis upon the last word, a cruel glee in his voice as he spoke it.

Seyira's mind raced, remembering her reconnaissance of the city surrounding Khradex' stronghold. They didn't intend to make her a public slave, serving the army in the city outside, then... instead, she was to serve the inhabitants of the tower itself, the elite. She shuddered, considering on this. It wasn't better or worse, to her mind, but she understood the implication well enough. Khradex had taken a special desire for her, wanted to keep her close.

The wizard planted his foot firmly between her breasts. "Your training begins now." he repeated, pressing down on her chest with his foot to push the air from her before letting her take in a gasp, "say 'Yes Master!'"

"Fuck you!" spat Seyira vengefully, unable to contain herself.

The cold glint in the wizard's eye had her regretting her words immediately, and moments later a scream tore itself from her mouth as the wizard removed his foot from her chest and began to blast her with dark energies, her body convulsing as the twisting tendrils of darkness lashed around her, the man's eyes gleaming a wicked red-black as he channeled his stored power.

Gasping, Seyira struggled onto her elbows when the attack ended as suddenly as it had began, her long platinum locks pooling on the floor beneath her as she took in shuddering, heaving breaths before looking at the wizard with hate.

"Up on your knees!" Khradex barked, seizing the lovely white-gold hair and pulling the little rogue up into the position he desired.

Seyira brought herself to kneel, but refused to present herself as she had seen the public slaves do, instead curling on herself, hiding her naked body from view as much as possible. Wrapping her arms over her breasts, she looked down, moving one arm to cover her stomach and mound where she had been tattooed, while realizing that the way she curled probably only showed the tattoos on her back more clearly.

"Yes, little one." Khradex spoke smugly, "The markings let all know what you are now, and they are a part of you, never to be removed... a part of what you are." He raised an eyebrow at her, as if daring her to retort.

But Seyira did not speak, kneeling sullenly before the wizard whom she despised most out of the five, the one she had come to rid the lands of, the one she had so utterly failed to eliminate. A hot blush covered her face then at the shame and rage that filled her thoughts, and her hands balled into fists, her teeth gritting before she tensed her muscles and flew at the old wizard, her fist aimed for the underside of his jaw.

Immediately, the blast of dark energy tore over her naked form once more, threatening to strip her of hope, of light, and leave her in a dark labyrinth of inner pain. Falling to her knees, she shuddered violently, tears in the corners of her eyes now.

"Say, 'I am your slave, Master.'" Khradex instructed, looking at the rogue as if daring her to defy him again.

Seyira only set her jaw and remained silent, a hateful glare in her eyes. Flexing his fingers, Khradex let a ball of the dark energy writhe between his fingers, letting the rogue see it crackle before her eyes.

"I am your slave, Master." she spat with all the venom she could muster.

"That is better, slave, but far from satisfactory. You are a very bad slave who has yet to learn your place."

Seyira sobbed inwardly, her eyes welling with tears as she contemplated the statement she had just given in to. How had it gone so wrong? The rogue's life was not an easy one, but nothing before this had seemed so awful. Her hard composure threatening to crack and fall away, she gathered her arms and legs around herself, forming a tight ball as she sought to hide.

Khradex merely snapped his fingers and called out in a tongue that Seyira recognized as the orcish dialect spoken by the wizard's beast-troops, but did not fully understand.

Two orcs - different from the ones before, but no less repulsive - stomped through the nearby archway before bowing low to their supreme Master, each on one knee. The wizard gave them an imperious look before rasping, "She is ready for the collar."

Moments later, four rough orcish hands were forcing Seyira out of her defensive position, clapping a thick, heavy collar around her throat, made of black leather and laden with flat studs and loops to which leashes and restraints could be set. A nameplate affixed to the front of the collar proclaimed, without further adornment, "Tower Slave."

Clipping a leash to the collar, an orc knelt on one knee and offered the loop of its handle to Khradex, who took it in his bony, gnarled fingers, caressing the leather of it between thumb and fingertip before gripping it firmly. "Come, Slave." he rasped, tugging the leash slightly.

Seyira sought to rise, but Khradex shoved her back down onto all fours, ignoring her baleful look as he tugged again.

Sighing and moving for fear of the pain, Seyira slowly began to crawl after the wizard, picking her way uncomfortably. She'd had to use such a gait before, on some of her operations, but none the less the cold stone floor was harsh on her knees as she moved.

Khradex walked her down the corridor, the floor to one side perforated at regular intervals with the gratings to other sunken cells just like the one Seyira had just emerged from. She had no time to peer down and see if anyone else awaited their fate down there, the leash a steady pull at the collar around her neck as she was taken to whatever destination awaited her.

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The flogger lashed through the air to strike Seyira as she bit back her yelp. She was bound and gagged once more, this time across a table that was specially designed to raise her buttocks towards her tormentor with its sloped surface. The room she'd been taken to was a slave training room, according to the burly half-orc who now flogged her tender ass. Mentally, Seyira called it a torture chamber.

Foul gargoyles decorated the chamber, these were not simply guardian figures like the ones in the room where she was first imprisoned, but images of beautiful women being used by a variety of demonic-looking beasts. The eerie blue glow of the chamber was just like the one of the room where she'd first been chained, though.

Once again, the flogger cracked across Seyira's soft buttocks, and she did yelp then, drawing a smile from Thrug "Razor-whip", as the half-orc had been introduced. Torak stood nearby, watching the proceedings and occasionally offering insults or coarse praise to Seyira and suggestions to Thrug. Khradex had departed, busy with more pressing matters for the moment.

The pain of the flogger wasn't the same sort of foul, all-consuming bodily misery that the wizard's spells inflicted, but it stung the rogue none the less, bringing her into focus in every lash, her body beginning be washed over with the sensations of it. It was pain, but pain that offered its own promise of release, unlike the dark spell. Slowly, she began to fall into the flow of the flogging, whimpering with each lash as tears formed at the corners of her eyes and slowly ran down her cheeks, her chin wet as the gag forced her to drool... and then the lashes stopped.

Seyira let out a cry of alarm through the gag as Thrug's thick finger crept between her stinging buttocks to touch against the pucker of her tiny pink anus. Her hips thrust forward and the opening contracted defensively on reflex. She began to struggle against the bonds holding her, until Thrug's large, strong hand pushed her down on the table more firmly.

"Now, now, little slave..." rumbled Thrug with amusement. "This little hole is going to become very well acquainted with servicing cock."

"Nnnnnnnnnn!" Seyira cried through the gag, attempting to express denial and disapproval with the sound. Not there, she thought, never there. They could violate her mouth and pound her little cunt, but there? The thought brought a hot blush of mingled fury and humiliation to her cheeks.

Torak snickered as he and Thrug moved to prepare a bulbous plug of a toy with lubricants while Seyira did her best to thrash in her bonds, finding the table highly stable and the straps around her too tight to worm free of. Struggling only made her bonds bite into her soft skin, and she soon gave up that line of resistance.

No sooner had she relaxed her protests than the plug was pushed against her tiny virgin anus, Thrug's beefy hand pushing it firmly against the resisting pucker. It wasn't large, as anal plugs went, but large enough to make the rogue sweat as she felt it slowly working its way into the tight hole that she felt should be private from any entry.

Gradually, Thrug's rough but skilled hand maneuvered the toy deeper into Seyira's ass, the tapered form stretching the little hole wider and rounder with each nudge deeper into her rectum. Tears glittered at the corners of the little blonde's eyes as she bit down hard on the gag, feeling the intruding fullness inside her as the toy slid deeper, until she reached the narrow neck of it just before the wide base that prevented it from being lost inside her. Her anus clamped around it, leaving her full and humiliated as Thrug's big hand massaged her gluteal muscles firmly, savoring her shapely ass as he ran his eyes up and down her slender form.

Thrug wouldn't be allowed to fuck Seyira until after he'd trained her and Lord Khradex had had his way with her, but with a beauty like this, training her in itself was a delight. He felt desire burn in his loins, and he knew he'd slake his desires on one of the public slaves afterwards, fucking her roughly and cruelly, and hoping that the use of Seyira would be offered him later if he did his best in training her.

Torak fingered Seyira's skin and admired her form, but his work here was mainly to supervise. Thrug was the tower's master of tortures, sexual and otherwise, and the chief slave trainer when it came to breaking in the more recalcitrant specimens. The elite wizard amused himself by prodding and poking, watching the girl's reactions, tolerated by the trainer for his high status, so long as he did not interfere too much. Se'tarsis might have offered wily spells to assist, but he was interested primarily in his own toy, and Khradex, mighty though he was, was too busy plotting his conquest of the city-states neighboring his own to spend too much time with the routine training practices. Torak could burn the girl to a crisp, render her a petrified statue or entomb her in a sheet of ice with his powers if he wished, but of subtlety and wile his spells had little. Of The Five, he managed the more brutal side of things, often heading out with the army for an important conquest to lend his spells of destruction. So he prodded the girl and watched the trainer, knowing that Thrug would not dare those possible fates just to fuck the new slave's ass before Khradex did.

The half-orc was selecting another couple of toys, these two having large, phallic forms, an identical pair of them. One was shoved deep into Seyira's womanhood, where an enchantment upon it caused the thing to begin to throb and writhe. It felt strange, not like the thrusts of a man's cock, but like some undulating creature inside her, as if a short thick snake were exploring her inner walls.

The strange sensation coupled with the humiliating fullness of her rectum from the plug made her blush hotter, and she did not register the second phallus in her awareness until it began to press through the ring gag. She tried to push it away with her tongue, but to no avail as Thrug pushed the toy deeper into her, nudging at her throat as his beady eyes watched her reactions carefully, teasing her just at the edge of her gag reflex. To Seyira's relief, the toy in her mouth did not begin moving of its own accord, but enough else was being done to her body that the relief was a small one.

Stepping back, the trainer stood next to the wizard as they both watched the girl wriggle in her bonds, then Thrug moved forward once more, taking hold of the base of the plug that stuffed Seyira's ass and beginning to work it back and forth, wiggling it inside her. The wiggles began to press at the flesh between her ass and her pussy, where the serpentine phallus continued to writhe, the pressure of the two toys meeting and rubbing as they stimulated her inner walls. The rogue whimpered through her stuffed mouth, closing her eyes tightly as she tried to ignore the sensations.

It was hard for her to ignore, though, when Thrug licked one large rough finger and then pressed it to her clit, beginning to rub it back and forth a bit, making her squeal around the toy in her mouth. She didn't want to cum this way, trying her best not to let the sensations get to her. She could feel it all, the plug being worked back and forth in her tight ass, the serpentine phallus in her cunt and its stationary partner in her gagged mouth, against her warm tongue. Her buttocks still felt the lingering sensation of the flogging, and her body began to tremble, tears appearing at the corners of her tightly shut eyes as she tried to resist.

"You like that, don't you, little thief slut?" Torak hissed, leaning closer now, poking at her with his bony fingers, his hands creeping under her to tease her breasts as much as the binding around her would allow.

"She likes it." grunted Thrug, partly in response to Torak's words, partly to push the idea into Seyira's head, his thick fingers continuing to tease at the girl's clit.

No, I don't like it, I don't like it at all, thought Seyira, biting on the gag sullenly, and yet... what was wrong with her? It felt too good, the teasing to her clit and breasts while she was stuffed in all three holes. Too good... she clenched her eyes shut, trying to resist the sensations and attempting to push the plug out of her ass, but Thrug's other hand was still there, working the toy, and also keeping it inside her. No, no, I'm going to...

Seyira stiffened and her body quivered with orgasm. Her whimpers muffled by the gag, she could feel her juices running down around the toy that still writhed in her cunt, while her back arched as much as the bonds on her allowed. Rubbing off some of the juice from around the toy's base, Thrug lifted the wet finger to his face and gave an audible sniff and a vulgar chuckle.

"She likes it, all right."

Torak snickered along with the half-orc, a cruel grin on his face as he sneaked his hand further under Seyira's bound form to pinch her nipples. The new slave was twitching and wriggling against the bonds that held her, continuing to whimper as her overstimulated body continued to be tormented.

Her hopes that she might get some relief after her climax were soon dashed as Thrug drew out the toys in her mouth and cunt, only to return with a different, larger one that he pushed between her nether lips, letting her feel its magically powered vibrations as he smacked her buttocks with his meaty palms.

Her training was just beginning.

Continued in Chapter 4

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