An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Robed wizards surrounded Seyira, eyes gleaming from beneath the shadows of their hoods. Wrists and hands scarred from blood rituals shone pale in the torchlight as hands reached out to feel and tease her, toying with her body as she was swept along in the flow of the night's festival. Soon, the armies would march upon the two cities, but for tonight they reveled, letting their dark hearts fill with sinister cheer.

The crimson light of the enchanted flames made all of the images that reeled past Seyira's eyes seem more sinister - Se'tarsis tormenting the blindfolded blonde elf in his lap with jolts of spellbound electricity, Roldo's fatty face and Keraclus' feral one tearing greedily at portions of roast boar, Torak waving his arms and chanting wildly in time with the rhythms of the mad shamanic orc-music, Khradex himself standing cold and stately near his throne, only the wicked smirk on his face betraying his enjoyment of the event.

The pounding drumbeat seemed to worm its way into the very depths of Seyira's consciousness, and she felt as if she was losing something to it as it twined around her until the very beating of her heart seemed to keep the same rhythm as the wild orcish drummers. She didn't rise to dance - she'd been ordered to remain on all fours to reinforce her position as a slave - but she crawled to the beat, her rump swaying invitingly; if she'd been a dog instead of a girl-slave, her tail would have wagged.

The whirl of mages around Seyira continued, the light sometimes penetrating a shadowy hood to give her a flash of a face, some familiar as those who had treated her in the infirmary, others new and strange, men and half-orcs with wild, hungry faces, here and there the gruesome, tattooed visage of one of the higher-ranking orcish shamans.

Throbbing with the music, Seyira and the other slaves twisted and writhed, dancing, grinding against first one wizard and then another, naked bodies flailing in entranced abandon. Hands pulled her hair, squeezed her breasts, fondled her ass, and she cried out, unable to connect the touches to any of the hidden faces around her. Another slave nuzzled to her, clinging, licking her collared neck, and she reciprocated, only to find the girl pulled away from her by strong half-orcish hands moments later. The smells of liquor and smoke wafted across her nostrils as the bodies bumped and ground all around her, moving in time with the throbbing drums.

In the churn and confusion of the noisy crowd, Seyira felt hands all over her, growing bolder as the revelers let themselves slip into the wild, chaotic rhythms, the patting at her hair or her buttocks becoming tame as others dared to poke at her cunt and asshole with rough, exploratory fingers. When she looked up, she saw leering faces gazing down at her in the throng, some licking their lips or making kisses in the air at her, taunting, coaxing.

Crawling on the ground, the former assassin tried to cope with all the noise and motion whirling past her eyes, her broken mind no longer able to pick out the individuals in a crowd as she once did, addled, fearful to see the powerful figures whirling all around her. A wizard seized her hair, dragging her along a short way before lifting her up, whirling with her so that her soft platinum hair whipped out into a streaming curve, a wail in her throat, half upset, half offering herself as the slave she had become. She found his cock presented to her mouth, and she opened it without question, letting him fuck her soft lips as she teased him with her tongue, eyes turned upwards to watch him, looking for the signs of pleasure she'd been taught to read.

Another slave - pretty, but not as pretty as herself, Seyira thought with a last ghost of pride - approached and began to lick the young wizard's balls while Seyira ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft. The girl's strawberry-blonde hair tickled Seyira's nose as they came close, and she mewled slightly around the cock in her mouth, protesting at the tickle. The wizard, seeing that they were getting in each other's way, pulled back and pushed the other girl down, mounting her and pushing firmly into the reddish-tan pucker of the slave's anus. Seyira watched with glittering eyes, pouting at the sight of their bodies writhing together, then was distracted as an orc yanked her away, drawing her attention forcefully to him.

As she turned to the orc, his smelly cock prodded against her cheek, making her wrinkle her nose in a cute little grimace before obliging him by opening her mouth to allow the dirty shaft in. She could feel its knobby surface against her tongue as the beast's hips began to grind against her face, driving the shaft into her throat as rough-haired loins chafed at her chin. She dared glance up at the scarred, tusk-toothed face of the orc, this one's nose turned up so severely as to resemble that of a pig, nostrils flaring with hot breath while his feral yellow eyes gazed back at her. His rough hands grabbed her head as he salivated with lust, ramming his shaft into her tight throat. Trained, she barely gagged, offering herself as best she could to the thick, rough cock, her eyes closing as she let her mouth be fucked.

Her tongue teased and caressed him, coaxing him as she raised her hands to caress his heavy balls, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes by reflex as her throat was fucked thoroughly. Finally, he drew out, nodding to her as she grabbed the thick shaft and jacked him vigorously, opening her mouth wide when she felt the thick flesh-spear twitch in her stroking hands. Reeking orc semen splashed the back of her throat, making her gurgle, but she quickly swallowed as she'd been taught. A trickle of it marked her chin, letting all about her know that she'd been put to use as she crawled off, the orc's hand giving her bottom an encouraging slap as she went.

As she continued to crawl, another pair of hands seized her, a confused moment passing through her mind before being realizing the harsh male face gazing down at her was familiar. Though he'd worn a black cloth over the lower half of his face when she'd seen him before, Seyira recognized the man's eyes, knowing he was one of the mage-doctors from the infirmary, the one who had once beat himself off over her and ejaculated into her bloodied bandages before changing them for her when she'd lain helpless, broken and bleeding after being tortured for disobedience. That mad lust gleamed in his eyes again as he recognized her in return, and she was thrown to the floor and penetrated in her vulnerable cunt so quickly that she squealed with fear that her soft flesh might tear.

Soon enough, though, her body warmed to his pummeling thrusts despite the tears at the corners of her eyes, the hard, lusting gaze of the man blazing down on her as he fucked her like a wild beast, his nails digging into her shoulders roughly.

Seyira found herself pushing back against him, even as she remembered the bandage incident; instead of repulsing her as it had initially, it filled her with the realization that the mage had desired her for that long. Filled with determination to live up to his hopes, she mewled and bucked, offering herself completely as she lay her cheek on the floor, one blue eye peering up at him, glossy lips pursed.

He thrust harder at her, gripping her buttocks now that her shoulders were lowered, his hips pummeling hers with eager thrusts as he tossed his head back and moaned out his pleasure. Much as he'd loved how she looked in bandages, her lithe naked body beneath him was no sight to scoff at, his cock steely as he jabbed it deep inside her, tensing and crying out as climax overtook him to send waves of his thick cum jetting deep into her cunt.

As the evening wore on, Seyira crawled aimlessly, sometimes fed bits of food from the tables once the feast was underway, more often fed hot sperm fresh from a gushing cock as she mewled and slurped underneath those tables, kneeling in front of one of the chairs that held a wizard or warrior eager for pleasure. Sometimes, one of the male figures that danced and howled in the wild fray would grab her as the ones before had, and she found her naked body thrown down on her stomach or her back to be penetrated by a lusting cock inside her, stuffing her cunt or ass, or sometimes both at the same time.

Finally, it was time for her to be presented to the Archwizard formally. Though she'd served on him before, this was final. This was the ceremony that was meant to establish her, finally and completely, as a slave. Catching her up from the milling crowd, Thrug's hands pulled Seyira's hair, the girl quickly moving to crawl next to the bitch-tamer who'd trained her for so many hours in the dungeons.

The drumbeats grew tense and ominous as Thrug affixed the jeweled leash to her collar, heeling her at his side. The trainer wiped the splashed semen from her skin, pressing the musky cloth to her lips to force her to suck the glob of wiped-off goo into her mouth to swallow it, a wipe with a second, damp cloth making sure she was clean to be presented, aside from the few bits of seed matted in her bangs. When that was done, a tug of the leash sent the new slave crawling forward obediently each time the length grew taut as Thrug led her.

All around, Khradex' retinue had parted to form an aisle across the chamber, the slave on one side, Khradex' seat on the other. Eager eyes watched her from both sides, some human, some orcish, here and there the gaze of other creatures that had joined Khradex' fledgling nation willingly or unwillingly. There were the hardest generals and the most learned wizards of the newborn kingdom, the hard, pitiless eyes of the elite resting on the girl from all sides. There, also, were those who served, girls like Seyira, captives broken to the leash, their blank eyes recognizing one of their own but showing no more pity than their masters'.

Crawling onto the dais of the gargoyle-flanked throne and reaching the archwizard's feet, she knelt and bowed her head towards his loins, mouth opening enough for her tongue to loll out invitingly, offering to pleasure him with her mouth if he wished it. Khradex seemed to have other plans, however, for he drew from his belt a ceremonial knife, its black steel blade glittering in the wild dance of mystic fire that lit the shadowy chamber. Lowering it towards her, he let the razor's edge of the knife hover near the soft skin of Seyira's throat, nearly touching her as she gulped, tense as she knelt before him.

"Are you ready to make the sacrifice, slave?" Khradex rumbled.

Her whole time in the tower pivoted on this point. It was the moment, the end of the line. The knife was there, and she had the opportunity. All it would take was to grab that knife from his hand, plunge it into his flesh. She'd die in the process, most certainly, but she could take the archwizard with her; it would give her vengeance for what she'd been put through and remove the threat of Khradex' looming armies as his kingdom would surely crumble into internal strife without him. Khradex' eyes watched her, seeming to bore into her; it was time to act.

Nodding once, Seyira tilted her head back, tears at the corners of her eyes but not spilling as she offered up her throat to be cut; if that was her Master's desire, so it would be. Any other thought barely crossed her mind. She belonged to Master Khradex.

The flat of the knife caressed the side of her neck sensually, without leaving the slightest scratch, then the blade was put away as the archwizard grinned, the whole crowd seeming to release a long-held breath of anticipation.

"You are mine." he rumbled, leering down at the lithe blonde who knelt at his feet.

"I am yours, my Lord. May I serve you?"

Khradex nodded, parting his robes, and his musky shaft slid between the slavegirl's lips as she lowered her soft mouth onto him, her pale blue eyes closed to display her long feathery lashes, pale like her hair. Pleasure tickled her as her conditioning assured her that she was doing what she was meant to be doing. She was not an assassin, not a rogue or thief; those things were a vague memory. She was a slave, and at that moment nothing could be finer than the taste and feel of her Master's cock filling her warm, welcoming mouth.

Epilogue

Seyira stood in the stocks in the city square, arms locked in place while the cock of a burly great-orc thrust deep into her anus. She suckled another orc's shaft vigorously as her asshole was reamed, jostled between the two warriors while the wood of the stock supported her. Years of daily anal penetration had conditioned her, and she moaned with pleasure each time that huge shaft plunged deep into her, the vibrations of her purrs teasing the other orc as she savored in the vulnerable-feeling submission of her ass.

It was inevitable, perhaps, that a personality like Khradex' would tire of a toy eventually - such had been the fate of this slave woman who could barely recall the scattered memories of her youth as a rogue, too full of pride for her own good. Though she'd been his pet for many years, serving on him and his pleasures, he'd one day decided to relegate her, not to the knife with which her surrender was confirmed those years ago, but to the stocks she'd feared when she'd first been captured. She went to them happily, though - anything for Master Khradex, even if she wished she could see him more, to serve again the cock that she'd loved and cherished as his slave.

She'd matured subtly, but Khradex' administration had seen to it that she was kept beautiful, more sultry than spunky now as the last shadows of her teen years faded. Her platinum locks were thoroughly matted with the seed of the city's elite guard, a sign that she'd be bathed and rested soon so that she'd be fresh for more service later. The humiliating slave marks tattooed on her skin had been expanded, each fanciful set of curls and squiggles signifying something in the language of slave tattoos that Khradex' empire used. She'd been enslaved as a criminal punishment, once a tower slave, now demoted to a morale slave. The count of her years as a slave was tallied, with curves denoting her quality for each year, while another lattice of vine-like coils inked on her skin announced that a panel of judges had decreed her most enjoyable sheath to be her anus. Yet another mark assured that she was capable and experienced with taking large cocks, like the one of the great-orc pounding her judge-approved ass, in every hole with practiced ease.

Her rash attempt at winning the bounty on the wizard-king's head had backfired royally; her capture served to make Khradex tighten security in his tower, and when a better-prepared group came for his head, they, too, were captured, females enslaved and males put to the sword. Meldegar had fallen to Khradex' legions, and a few years later Nordegar, pummeled by the conjured meteor showers of Torak and his retinue, also surrendered after a long siege. The influx of slave girls from the captured cities, perhaps, had contributed to Seyira's demotion - the most beautiful young females had been taken as breeding slaves or pets for those high up in the new empire's nobility. It was a tenuous balance in those upper ranks, though; Khradex' disciples had long hated their mentor, and it was only a matter of time before one of them decided to break off a piece of the empire all his own.

Seyira, though, cared little about politics any more. Her tongue lapped eagerly as orc seed poured over her face, the soldier howling with triumphant pleasure as he splattered her, her plush lips burbling as she tried to swallow as much of the musky semen as she could. With cocks to serve and worship in abundance, all was right in her world.

The End?