Belinda Beneath the Manor

Everyone knows about Delves. They’re places where treasures are hidden from ages past, where strange monsters live, and powerful magic abides. Some are ancient Dungeons, true, but it would be a mistake to call them all Dungeons, as some people are apt to do. True, most Delves are underground, and often feature heavy doors and iron chains, but there are also labyrinths, cave systems, subterranean cities, hidden fortresses, and long-forgotten massive caverns.

Many dedicate themselves to exploring Delves. And some return with quite handsome rewards in the form of riches, magic, or both. Some return empty-handed. And of course, still others do not come back at all. In the nearest town to any Delve may be found a few veterans in a dark tavern, planning their next adventure under the earth. Be sure and ask their advice before you venture forth yourself.

In this story we follow Belinda, a skilled young sorceress who tried to rob the powerful magician, Nih Téage. She broke into his great manor in order to steal a powerful tome from his famous library. But he caught her in the act, and as punishment he stripped her almost naked and bound her securely, leaving her in his manor to await his return. But while she was hobbling around the manor, tied and gagged, another person snuck into the manor - a wizard‐thief of sorts with magic that allowed him to slip inside undetected. Unlike Belinda, he was not caught by Nih Téage. The thief was delighted to find a bound and almost naked young sorceress, as well as the magic scrolls he meant to steal. Belinda was also under the affects of a strong arousal spell, and the outcome of this situation may be of no surprise to the astute reader.

And so we return to our story after the thief has had his way with the bound Belinda. Her bonds were not only tight, but magically sealed so that they can only be untied by the magician who sealed them. Perhaps the thief could be of some assistance, but she was wearing only a loincloth...

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Belinda lay on a cushion in the library, panting with exhaustion and bathed in sweat. She was still naked, wrists tied, ankled tied, and gagged. Because of the arousal spell that had been placed on her, waves of sexual feeling still coursed through her. While the wizard‐thief had his way with her, she had climaxed no less than four times, each better than the last. Now she was worn out. She watched the wizard‐thief fasten his breeches and prepared to leave.

He looked down at her and drew a wand from his belt. “I can’t take you with me,” he said, ”but since you were such a pleasant surprise, I’ll free you to try and escape yourself.”

He touched the wand to the leather cords that bound her wrists and elbows behind her, and those that secured her ankles. Then he touched the buckle behind her head on the gag. “There,” he said, “you should be able to get yourself free now. I’ll even give you a little help.” He drew a dagger and cut the cords that tied her elbows and ankles. “And a bit of advice: You won’t be able to leave using any of the doors or windows in this manor, as they are all magically sealed. But if you go through that door,” he motioned towards the portal where he had dragged the cushion from, “you will find a spiral staircase, leading down. It leads to the Delve beneath this manor. But even old Nih Téage could not secure all the entrances and exits. Go to the Delve, and find the underground river. Follow it upstream; it will lead you out, and to freedom.”

He placed his dagger on the floor next to her. “Here’s a weapon - you’ll need one. Good luck!” He looked down at her and grinned. “And thanks - it was nice to meet you. I hope you had as much fun as I did.”

He hefted his bag full of stolen books and scrolls, and magically climbed the high wall of the library, like a spider. He opened the window he had entered through, and vanished outside.

Belinda immediately pulled herself to her feet, wobbling as the blood returned to her sore ankles. She quickly moved to a sharp corner of a bookcase and began rubbing the cord that tied her wrists upon it, up and down, and in a few minutes the cords cut through and her hands were freed. She unbuckled the gag and removed it, looking with disgust at the leather dildo that had been fastened in her mouth. She massaged her wrists, and assessed the situation.

She would have to trust that the thief was telling the truth, what other choice did she have? First she would need some clothes. She fetched the loincloth that still lay on the ground where the thief had tossed it. Then, picking up the dagger, she cut a long rectangle of fabric from one of the heavy curtains that covered the doorway. She cut a hole in the middle of the rectangle of cloth and slipped it over her head, then cut a piece of the rope that was there to hold the curtains back from the door. She tied the rope around her waist as a belt, and was now wearing a makeshift tunic. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.

Should she risk trying to grab a scroll from the library as she had originally planned? No, the room was full of magical traps and she decided to just try and escape as quickly as possible. She pushed the curtains aside and entered the room past the library.

It was like a reading room, with several chairs and low tables placed around it. But in the far corner, as the thief had promised, there was a narrow spiral stairway, going only one direction: down. It even had a small brass sign fixed to the wall next to it. “DELVE” it said. She steeled herself and started descending the stairs.

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Round and round she went, down further and further. Being half‐elven she needed no torchlight to see by, as she rapidly descended the stairs. There were no other landings, no other doors. She couldn’t figure out how far she had gone. How far underground does this go? How long would it take to find the exit and escape?

Finally the spiral stairs ended at a simple wooden door with a brass handle. Again, a sign on the door read “DELVE”. She pushed it open, and cool underground air rushed inward. She moved on, quietly closing the door behind her.

She found herself in a large room carved from the earth, with a vaulted ceiling. Along each side were several iron doors, and there were two large stone statues in the center of the room. The statues depicted a man and a woman, both naked. The woman was on her knees, her arms behind her, her head bowed. She wore a slave collar round her neck, with a chain attached, and the man held the other end of the chain. After seeing the perverse art that Nih Téage had decorated his manor with, Belinda was not surprised in the least to see such a sculpture in this place.

She also noticed that there were objects hanging from hooks in the walls. There were riding crops, whips, chains, leather ball‐gags and even a cock‐gag like the one Nih Téage had put on her. This was clearly a prison or torture chamber of some kind.

Each iron door had a small barred window, and peering inside one of them she saw what looked like a cell, with chains and shackles fixed to the walls. Another held an upright table, with shackles for a person’s hands and feet to be secured. It was Nih Téage’s special place to bring his captives, that was clear. But how to get out of here? She moved to the far end of the room and found a tunnel led away into darkness. Dagger in hand, she moved on.

She followed the corridor, which branched into two different directions. She cocked her head and tried to determine which one had more air flowing from it, as this would likely be the direction of the underground river. The passage to the right seemed to be the one, and she pressed onward.

After a short distance, the corridor intersected another wider corridor that led in two directions. Again she tuned her half-elf senses, and smelled something in the air. Goblins! She quickly withdrew back into the smaller tunnel she came from, and crouched to wait. Within seconds she saw the source of the noise.

A group of goblins came striding down the larger cross-corridor. They wore leather armor, carried short spears and daggers, and their hair was greased and tied into top‐knots.

They were clearly a war party and they held aloft a prisoner. It was a young woman from the forest. She was slim and her skin was tanned from outdoor living. What little there was of her clothes were just strips of fur or crude leather tied around her torso. Her dark hair was woven into thick braids that she had intertwined with leaves and twigs, as woodland camouflage. But apparently it hadn’t worked, for now she was tied hand and foot, with a wooden stick gagging her mouth, and being carried by the goblins back to their lair. She struggled against them, but it was futile.

Belinda watched as the goblins hauled their captive down the dark passage. The gagged protests echoed off the stones. After they had disappeared, Belinda turned into the wide corridor and headed in the direction they had come from. It began sloping down, and she felt the air moving. It must be the underground river! She hurried on.

The corridor widened, and light began glowing ahead. Then the stone walls gave way to raw stone and mud, and the corridor simply ended in a wide opening that gave way to a very large cavern. It was covered with luminescent moss on all sides, causing the whole place to glow a dim green.

The cavern floor was uneven and strewn with boulders and pinnacles of rock that pushed up through the floor. Here and there were giant mushrooms, over twelve feet high. Belinda stepped lightly among the glowing green moss and the boulders, following a slim path that she found on the floor of the massive glowing cavern.

She was amazed at the sight around her - the ceiling of the cave was so high above that she could barely see it. What she could see was only clusters of green glowing stalactites hanging down, dripping streams of water to the muddy floor of the cave. Belinda stopped under one such stream and let the trickle of water flow over her, cooling her hot exhausted limbs, covering her in cool water, letting her tunic soak through. Then she continued onward through the cavern.

Ahead of her stretched a beautiful underground vista - the path through the mud and boulders and moss of the cavern floor led to a stone arch. Beyond that, the further expanse of the cavern was bathed in dim green light. The stone arch itself was made of stacked boulders, in an arrangement of rock that must have been made by a giant, or a group of artistic ogres. The path led through the great stone arch, and on either side the way was blocked by piles of jagged rocks.

Belinda continued following the path as it led under the ancient stone arch. As soon as she passed underneath, she heard the sound of something moving through the air. Then something grabbed her arms from behind. At the same time, a strong arm threw itself around her neck. She stabbed with her dagger at the arm on her neck, and she knew she had cut deep, as she felt the dagger bite.

But then another hand swept in. Was it above her, this creature? It grabbed her wrist that held the blade. The grip was strong, and now the hands on her arms had tightened and were pulling her arms backwards. The hand on her wrist twisted violently and she cried out in pain as she dropped the dagger to the mud floor.

She looked upwards and saw a large, two headed creature with dark blue skin and many arms, hanging from the stone arch. It had grappled her and disarmed her. One of its arms swung wide, wounded by her dagger, bleeding profusely. She struggled against the grip of its other hands and tried to pull free. The strange creature growled and held her tight. 

Belinda felt like she was beginning to break free of the creature when she felt a metal blade at her throat. And a hand grabbed her by the hair.

“If you want to live, stop fighting and stand still,” said a voice behind her, and the knife pressed against her neck.

She stopped struggling, and the hands on her arms gripped her tighter. From behind, two more hands took hold of her wrists and pulled them behind her. She grunted with anger as she felt a cord being tied around her wrists, realizing she had been captured again.

As the hands tied her wrists from behind, yet one more hand appeared in front of her, and began sliding inside her makeshift tunic, feeling her breasts and belly.

“Stop it you bastard!” she cried.

The blade at her throat pulled closer. She gasped and spoke no more. She could only stand still and feel this creature’s hand exploring her body beneath the tunic.

Then there was another whoosh of air in front of her. Now stood not one but two creatures. Each was at least eight feet tall and muscular, with dark blue skin. They were humanoid in appearance and hairless, but each one had four arms. So it had not been one two‐headed monster, but two four‐armed things acting in unison!

Each wore a leather battle‐harness its chest, hung with knives and leather pouches. They both carried a great sword on their back, and each wore blue pantaloons. And they had bare feet. Their faces looked absolutely identical.

The creature behind her that had tied her wrists and groped beneath the tunic, moved around to face her. He was another blue four‐armed man like the others, but he wore a blue leather loin cloth and a necklace made of various small skulls around his neck. He must be a shaman of some sort? His face was exactly identical to the others.

“Walk!” he commanded, and the three of them pushed her through the arch, and further into the great, glowing cavern. Two of the blue creatures walked in front of her. The third was behind, and held two of his four hands tightly on her bound arms.

They passed giant mushrooms and massive stalagmites. Belinda could not help but be awed by the underground beauty. Some sort of lizard-bird creature flew lazily in the air above. The water dripped on them from the wet, rocky ceiling above.

“Who are you?” Belinda snorted, annoyed that she was a prisoner again.

“We are the Ullum”, answered the shaman, “and we are the last of our race. Thousands of years ago, the Ullum populated this world. We are strong and fast and quiet, and our four limbs make it easier for us to overpower other creatures. Thus we were renowned for being the best kidnappers, the master abductors, of all the land. But then, the Star Dragons came and tried to conquer this world. All creatures went to battle against them, including the Ullum. In the carnage that followed, the Ullum were wiped out of existence. The Star Dragons killed them all, but us three. One of the Star Dragons blasted us with an icy breath and we were frozen for millennia, imprisoned in a magic glacier...

"The wizard was exploring the frozen north, and found us there, frozen in ice for thousands of years. He broke the magic glacier with a powerful fire spell, and we were freed from the cold prison, and found ourselves the last of our race. Since then, we are forever in his gratitude. And so when Nih Téage needs stealth and strength, he sends us...

"Last month there was a very pretty thief, an elf like you, who was passing through the town of Tirlee. Nih Téage asked us to bring her to him, and so we made our way to Tirlee and snatched her off of the street in broad daylight. We bundled her into a sack, and in no time she found herself in Nih Téage’s hall, strapped to one of his pleasure‐racks. After he had had his way with her, and she had pleased him sufficiently, we returned her to the streets of Tirlee, dazed but unharmed. Of course none saw us, least of all her! No doubt she had a strange tale to tell that evening at the tavern!”

Belinda scowled. They were each at least eight feet tall, and had four strong arms. How was she going to escape them?

The shaman continued, “And just now we were following those goblins, to see if we could take their lovely captive and present her to Nih Téage. But we saw you coming toward us, and decided we would take you instead.”

By now they were nearing the far wall of the cavern, and the path diverged into several openings that led back into the Delve. The Ullum pushed Belinda towards one of the openings, leaving the green‐lit cavern and heading back into the tunnels. The three large blue men pushed Belinda down this passage, guiding her past other corridors leading away into the gloom. Suddenly they stopped.

All three of the blue four‐armed giants cocked their heads, as if listening, to something that Belinda could not hear.

Then they pushed her forward and doubled their gait. “Hurry!” they demanded, and they forced her to trot with them.

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The three Ullum pushed her along the corridor, first down one side passage and then another. They came to an archway of smoothly carved stone. They passed through the archway and entered a large, round room with three other archways, identical to the one they come from, leading from it. This chamber had a roof that was ornately carved with winding, abstract designs. There were four large iron statues of men in armor, holding swords, one near each arch. In the center of the room was a large iron chest, emblazoned with an ancient glyph on the lid. It was a treasure‐room. Whatever was in that chest, thought Belinda as the Ullum hustled her across the room and into one of the archways on the other side, must be valuable indeed.

After they had gone through archway, the Ullum stopped and turned around to face the room. The Ullum shaman stepped forward and moved his hands, and threw some sort of powder into the air. Belinda felt magic move through the air. The archway that they were looking through shimmered, and Belinda realized what spell he had cast - an Illusion. The treasure room beyond darkened. Belinda and the Ullum could see into the treasure room, but anyone inside the room would not be able to see them, and would instead see only an empty dark corridor. A one‐way illusion spell now hid them from all but the cleverest eyes. What were they doing, she thought?

The Ullum that stood behind her seemed to read her mind, and he explained, ”This is one of Nih Téage’s traps. Watch, you’ll see how clever he is.”

He reached one of his large hands around her head and clamped it over her mouth, with another hand firmly behind her head, hand‐gagging her. Another of his hands slid down her back and caressed her ass. His fourth hand still held her bound arms behind her. She struggled against him, and even let out a muffled protest, but the blue shaman responded by pulling out his dagger and holding it to her neck. “Not a sound, or we’ll slit your throat right here.”

Belinda froze. He moved closer to her from behind, still firmly hand‐gagging her, and she felt his hard cock press against her ass. Goddess! she thought to herself. Are these three monsters going to have their way with me like that thief in the manor above? Before she could think further, a noise made the Ullum and Belinda turn their attention to the ornate room in front of them.

Footsteps sounded from one of the other archways. Then the tip of a sword was visible, and a warrioress leapt into the room, wielding a broadsword and a round shield. She quickly looked around the room with the eyes of a cunning fighter. She had dark hair wound into two braids, as was common with swordswomen, and on her head was a steel battle‐cap. She wore a steel breastplate over leather armor, with metal greaves on her shins, and leather boots. On her back was slung a horn‐bow and quiver of arrows. An adept fighter she was.

Belinda wanted to call out to her and warn her about the Ullum hiding behind the illusion of an empty passageway, but the Ullum’s hand was still clamped firmly over her mouth, and he still held the blade to her neck. Also, the blue man had slipped a hand under her makeshift tunic, caressing one of her breasts. She was helpless, and she dare not make a noise.

In front of them, the dark‐haired warrioress walked carefully around the room, investigating. She examined each of the statues, and peered into each archway. When she stepped to the archway where Belinda and the Ullum were hid, the illusion worked well. The warrior woman, stared right at them, but saw only an empty hallway.

Then she examined the iron chest. She knelt in front of it and looked closely at the glyph on the lid and the heavy lock that sealed it. After some thought, she raised her broadsword, and with one stroke she brought the pommel down and cracked the lock in half. Then she carefully opened the lid.

Belinda could feel magic emanate from the iron chest as the warrioress reached inside and withdrew a magnificent sword. The warrior gasped, and silently Belinda did as well, for the sword was beautiful. Its blade was long and straight and carved with glyphs similar to that on the chest’s lid, and seemed to give off a faint blue light. The pommel held a gleaming red ruby and the hilt was wrapped with smooth leather.

As Belinda and the Ullum watched, the swordswoman held the magical blade in her hands and gazed at it in awe. She swung it round a few times, testing its balance. “Damn,” she said aloud, “Those kobolds I questioned weren’t lying, even with my sword at their throats. This is indeed a treasure worth seeking.” As the blade cut the air it made a singing sound, and the warrioress was soon dancing with it, gracefully moving around the room thrusting and jabbing with the new sword.

And then the blade itself came to life. A singing sound began emanating from it, and it began to glow a steady, intense blue. The woman-warrior gazed in awe as the magic weapon took on a life of its own, jerking itself free of her hands and magically hanging in the air and glowing a fiercer blue.

And then the magic sword swiftly arced through the air and struck her dead in the center of her steel breastplate. But the armor didn’t break or scratch, it merely fell away in two pieces. The warrior woman backed away in fear, but the levitating blade struck again, sideways. It sliced apart her leather armor, but left her unharmed. Belinda watched all this wondering, what sort of magical sword is this? A cursed one?

The sword sliced only three times across the woman’s leather armor, causing it to fall in pieces to join the breastplate on the floor. The warrioress was now clad in leather breeches, steel greaves on her legs, and boots. She wore a red cotton halter over her breasts, but her bow and quiver had fallen to the ground with the steel breastplate.

The warrior woman by now realized that this magical find was not what she had expected. She snatched up her broadsword and tried to attack the flying, glowing, singing sword that was attacking her.

But the magical blade dodged, ducking and tilting. As it did so, from its ruby pommel now streamed forth what looked like ribbons of shimmering black silk, flowing magically from the sword. The silk ribbons also moved by their own accord, dancing around the fighter. She took a swing at one of them and it easily dodged her attack. She now bolted for the nearest archway, as escape was perhaps the best option.

A black silk ribbon shot forth, wrapped around one of her ankles and pulled, tripping her to the ground. She quickly turned and struck at the silk ribbon with her broadsword, but the blade rebounded as if the silk were unbreakable. A second ribbon snaked from the magic sword, which now hovered above her. The second silk ribbon moved incredibly fast, and wrapped round one of her wrists.

Now both silk strips detached from the sword and moved, seeking her other limbs. As she flailed with her sword arm, the silk ribbons sought her free wrists and ankles and were soon wrapped tightly round each. Then they began to contract. The warrioress swore and struggled, but the magic fabric steadily pulled her wrists behind her, binding them together behind her back. She thrashed about as the magic sword descended and struck her wrists, causing her to drop her broadsword. The loose ribbons did the same with her ankles, and she was soon bound hand and foot, lying on the floor. .

Then the hovering, glowing sword began swinging at her again, making quick strokes across her body and legs. Miraculously it was not harming her, and only causing her remaining clothes to fall away in strips of leather, steel, and cotton. Then it tapped her steel battle‐cap, which simply vanished in a wisp of smoke. The wily warrioress had been disarmed, bound, and was now stripped to only a loincloth and a halter of red cotton, and her leather boots.

“Damn those accursed kobolds!” she cried out. “They must have set this up! I didn’t think they had this kind of power.”

The magical flying sword issued an even louder song, and the captive warrioress’ scattered metal armor and sword vanished like her battle‐cap, in puffs of smoke. The shreds of her clothes and leather armor remained scattered on the floor of the chamber. Then the sword lowered itself, as if bowing to her in thanks, and then it too disappeared, leaving only the hog‐tied, nearly naked warrior woman struggling on the stone floor of the room, surrounded by strips of cotton and leather.

“The kobolds didn’t do this to you,” boomed the Ullum shaman from behind the illusionary archway, waving his hand and dispelling his magic. “A much more powerful magician did.”

Now, with the illusion gone, the bound swordswoman could clearly see them all standing in the archway and her eyes widened in surprise. The Ullum who was guarding Belinda let his hand fall from her mouth and pushed her forward as they all entered the room.

“Warrioress!’ exclaimed Belinda as she stumbled into the room, “They have me prisoner! I could not warn you!”

“Who are you?” shot back the warrior woman, ”Who are they? What’s going on?”

“We are the Ullum,” intoned the shaman, as he knelt beside her.

“Whoever you are, you need to release me immediately! I am on an important quest, for a powerful sword that has long been lost and is rumored to be in this delve! I will use it to fight evil, to slay a wyrm that has been terrorizing a village in the valley of Agnija! I demand that you cut these magical silks and set me free!”

“We will do no such thing. Though you will be freed later. For the moment you will remain bound,” replied the Ullum shaman.

He reached down with one hand and pulled the woman’s head back by her hair, using another hand to force her jaws open, while his third hand picked up a few of the pieces of cloth that were the woman’s clothes, now scattered around in strips. He stuffed several of these into her mouth, and used a longer strip to tie them securely in place, knotting the gag tightly behind her head. The warrioress was now tied, gagged, and helpless.

Two of the Ullum picked her up, while the shaman maintained his strong grip on Belinda. They guided her out of the room, through one of the other archways. The other two Ullum followed, carrying their newest captive. The warrior woman thrashed and resisted, issuing gagged protests as the strange group made its way deeper into the delve.

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After many twists and turns down different passages, the Ullum brought them to a large wooden door, which they opened and entered with their captives. Magical torches immediately caught fire as they entered the room, and Belinda glanced around.

It was a long room with a high ceiling. It was made of smooth flagstones, with only the one door they had entered. All about the room were arranged various large wooden or metal devices.

The Ullum shaman held Belinda in his strong hands, as the other two hefted the warrioress onto the heavy wooden table in the center of the room that was fixed to the stone floor with iron bolts. They rolled her onto her stomach, then cut one ribbon that freed her ankles from her wrists. Both of the Ullum moved her down the table and pulled her legs off the end, until her belly was at the edge. One of them dropped her legs so that her feet touched the floor, and cut the ties from her ankles. He spread her legs apart, and bound each to the table legs. The other Ullum fastened a strap around her torso that secured her to the table. Now she was on her stomach, bent over the edge of the table, legs spread and bound to the table legs, and her arms still tied behind her.

She thrashed about, but the table was bolted to the floor, and her bonds were tight.. If she had had any doubts about what fate was awaiting her, Belinda imagined they were now dispelled. The dark-haired, dark-eyed warrioress was helpless, glaring at them all, snorting muffled protests through the gag in her mouth: “Nnnnngh!!”

Then it was Belinda’s turn. The Ullum shaman had been holding her firmly, with two hands on her shoulders, two on her bound arms. Now the other two blue men turned their attention to her. They pushed her backwards, until she was against the edge of a long stone slab table.

The stone slab was fitted with various brass rings and hooks along its rim. They cut the ribbon binding her wrists, but there were eight hands holding her and she was helpless against them. They lifted her onto the stone slab and laid her on her back, pulling her arms above her and spreading her legs wide. With so many arms, it was easy for them to hold her down and bind her to the slab at the same time. The Ullum's hands bound her wrists or ankles to brass rings on the stone table. Their hands missed no opportunity to grope her breasts and thighs as they did so.

After she was tied to the stone slab they each drew their knives. They began carefully cutting the simple tunic she had made of curtain fabric and pulled it off her. She felt the cold metal blades slide across her skin as they sliced apart her cloth halter, freeing her breasts to the air. She was left only wearing her black loin‐cloth. As the shaman balled up a piece of cloth, Belinda knew they were going to gag her with it.

“Wait,” she pleaded. “Will he really let us free after he has…done….what he intends to do…?”

“Yes,” replied the Ullum shaman as he stuffed the cloth into her mouth.

He used another strip of cloth to tie it in place, knotting it tightly behind her neck, gagging her completely. The sorceress was bound to a stone slab, gagged and stripped almost naked. The Ullum stood back and seemed to be admiring their work, looking back and forth at the two captive women. Then they nodded to one another, and without another word they departed the room, slamming the door shut behind them. Then she heard the sound of a key turning in its lock.

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There they both lay, Belinda bound with legs spread, atop the stone slab table. The warrioress was tied and bent‐over the heavy wooden table. Both captives struggled, but the Ullum had done their work well, and each woman was tied securely. The warrioress gave another gagged howl of anger, “Nrrnnngh!!”

The sound of a key turned in the lock, and Nih Téage entered the room.

He was dressed the same as when Belinda had first seen him earlier, but without the cloak. He carried a bottle of wine and a single cup in one hand, and the magic wand was stuck through his belt. He strolled into the room and looked at the two bound captives with a detached amusement as he poured a cup of wine and set the bottle on the floor.

He stepped to the stone slab and looked down at Belinda. “I remember you,” He moved his fingertips across her belly and bare breasts.

Then he walked to the wooden table. “Well it looks as if the sword trap worked well, wouldn’t you say?”

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nih Téage, and I am the wizard who owns the manor above this delve. I have many hobbies, and one of them is abducting women. The Ullum I find to be most helpful in this pursuit. I let all my guests go free after they’ve pleased me. I’ve been doing this for many years and I always keep my word.”

He paused and from his pouch withdrew a small glass vial. He uncorked it and bent over to the swordswomen, bound to the table. He carefully poured a clear fluid onto her back, and used his free hand to rub it into her skin, massaging her bare shoulders and down her spine. With one swift move, he simply tore her red cotton loincloth away and tossed it to the floor. He poured more of the clear fluid onto her exposed ass, slowly rubbing it into her firm buttocks. She set about struggling again, but realized it was futile.

“This potion is a specialty of mine, and is a distilled variant of the spell that I cast on the lovely sorceress over there. It’s a very powerful aphrodisiac, as you will soon find out.”

He finished rubbing the potion onto the swordswoman, then walked back to the stone slab. He dribbled the potion onto her stomach and breasts, legs and arms. “The spell I previously cast on you, my dear, would be now almost dissipated, am I right?”

It was true, the arousal spell’s waves of pleasure had subsided some time ago, Belinda noticed.

“This potion will restore it. You will both be overwhelmed by sexual desire. This is how I treat all my guests, so that they enjoy themselves as much as I do.”

He rubbed the oil into Belinda’s thighs, letting his fingers brush lightly against her crotch. She wondered if he would tear off her loincloth as well, but he did not. He rubbed more of the potion into her legs and ankles. Then he replaced the stopper on the vial and it disappeared into his belt pouch.

He walked to a corner of the room and picked up a wooden stool. He sat himself down between his two bound captives, and refilled the cup with wine. “While we wait for the potion to take effect, I’ll tell you a story...

"As I mentioned, one of my hobbies is abducting women. All of whom, I use my magic to ensure that they are sexually aroused throughout their stay with me. This increases their enjoyment of the experience, even though I have to keep them bound, in case they decide to leave before I want them to...

“Nevertheless, despite my hospitality, there was once a group of five women bent on murdering me. All of them had previously been my guests. They plotted to ambush me as I returned from a long journey, intending to carry my head away on a pole.”

As he spoke, the two captives began to feel waves of heat rushing through them. Their skin flushed with heat and arousal. As the wizard spun his tale, images flashed in front of their eyes, as if they were witnessing the events he described. More of his sorcery, thought Belinda. She saw the scene unfold vividly before her: Five women, armed with blades and bows, crept through a thick forest that was mottled with afternoon light.

“But my magical scrying saw their approach,” continued the wizard, “and I turned the tables. The Ullum and I surprised them as they snuck through the forest en route to set their ambush. You cannot imagine the looks on their faces when we sprung from the trees and surprised them."

Belinda saw the event happening in the air above her. An Ullum hanging from a tree branch dropped down and grabbed one of the women, just as Belinda had been captured. The Ullum shaman dropped to the ground in front of them, shaking a rattle from of the skull of a giant lizard, and waving his free hand about to cast a spell.

“It was a grand skirmish. The Ullum shaman cast a powerful slowfoot spell, which caused them all to move at half their speed. They looked like drunken sailors, stumbling as they drew their blades on us.”

The image showed the five women moving as if they were wading through mud, trying to draw their blades against the attackers in slow motion. Then Nih Téage himself leapt from behind another tree and immediately cast a spell that sent circles of fiery red energy springing from his fingers.

“I cast a blindness on one of them,” he continued, “and a sleep on another. I still remember the first one waving her sword around and cursing, blind as a bat, while the second fell asleep in mid‐step, collapsing onto the ground, and snoozing on the grass as the rest of the fight raged about. The Ullum and I, overpowered the rest of them as they staggered to and fro, trying to fight us while moving as if their feet were made of clay.”

The scenes flashed before the two captives. Belinda watched as the women stumbled about, trying to hit the Ullum and the wizard with their blades. But the magic had slowed them too much, and the Ullum grabbed one of them and disarmed her, and wrestled her to the ground. They quickly bound her wrists and ankles and moved to another of the five women. One by one, they were all defeated.

“It was an easy fight, and soon we had disarmed them all. We trussed each of them up nice and tight, and lay them on the ground. They were bound and furious, screaming insults and threats at us. The sleeping one, we left for last, and casually tied her up as she snoozed.”

Belinda saw it all, and she imagined the bound warrioress was seeing the same. She watched as one of the Ullum tied up a red‐headed fighter. She was yelling insults as he tied her wrists behind her back, and then the large blue creature seemed to think for a minute before binding her ankles. He pulled off her leather breeches, revealing that she wore no undergarments. She was naked from the waist down, and the Ullum put his hand over her mound and gave her a twaddle before proceeding to tie her ankles with a cord. Belinda shivered as the aphrodisiac potion became even stronger.

“Then we brought out a cart that we had hidden nearby,” continued Nih Téage, “We loaded each of them on board, as they all continued shouting insults at us. So before we started back to the manor, we gagged each of them for a more pleasant ride. I conducted a different magical scrying and deduced that the one who’d hatched this plan was in fact the woman who we had hit with the sleep spell!”

Belinda could see her clearly in front of her eyes as Nih Téage recounted the tale. The sleeping woman was strong and fit, with closely cropped black hair and dark eyes. She wore black leather pants, black boots, and a black leather halter across her chest.

“So I gave her special treatment. I sat her in the front of the wagon, next to my own seat, while she still slumbered, and I tied her securely there.”

Belinda saw Nih Téage bind the leather‐clad sleeping swordswoman upright in the wagon seat. The other captive women rolled and tossed in the back, letting out gagged moans of anger. When he had finished tying the sleeping woman to the seat, he produced a black leather ball‐gag and, forced it into her mouth. Belinda was scarcely surprised. The Ullum gave the captives a few whacks on their asses with the flats of their swords to calm them for the ride, and Nih Téage mounted the drivers’ seat. He cracked a driver's whip over the oxen and the cart began to move.

“Then we set off for the manor, with all the captives tied up, and the Ullum walking either side.”

Belinda kept watching, for she had no choice. She saw only the story that Nih Téage was telling. After a short time the cart, loaded with captives, bumped down the dirt road towards the manor. The seated, bound, sleeping fighter woman awoke. She opened her eyes and began groggily taking in her situation, looking through glazed eyes at Nih Téage sitting next to her. Then she jerked up to escape and realized she was bound tightly, and that she was gagged.

She looked into the cart behind her, and saw her companions laid out in the back, tied‐up and gagged themselves. She began wildly thrashing about, shaking the wagon on its springs, so determined was she to get loose, until an Ullum drew a dagger and held it to her throat. Then Nih Téage pulled out a small sharp blade and with a few quick moves he cut away her halter, leaving her to ride bare‐breasted, bound and gagged back to the manor. She rode the rest of the way in fuming silence, glaring at Nih Téage as he drove the team of oxen along the track.

“I still remember her howling with anger through her gag, thrashing about as she realized that I had captured her again! I patted her knee and gave one of her breasts a squeeze, and she thrashed even more, until she realized it was hopeless and settled in for the ride.”

He stood, casually walking around his two captives, and stopped in front of the warrioress, bound on the wooden table. He squatted and looked into her eyes, which were flashing in anger at him.

“And thus it was that we all returned to the manor and I locked them all in individual cells. I had another round of fun with each of them, for old times’ sake, before selling them all to slavers. All but the leader, the one who had planned it all. I kept her a bit longer and even invited a couple of friends to meet her. They all got along splendidly, though of course she didn’t have much choice in the matter. Then I sold her to the slavers as well...

"I’ve heard that they are all now pleasure slaves down south, and that a couple of them have become absolute experts in oral skill. Are either of you good at that?” He lifted the swordswoman’s chin to meet his gaze. “I suppose I can find out, eh?”

“Nnnnggh!” she snorted in reply, furious.

“I’m glad you agree. So we’ll get started.” 

He unfastened his breeches and let them fall to the floor. Then he took position behind the swordswoman and grabbed her bare hips. Soon she let out a muffled moan of pleasure, and then another. Belinda could do nothing except lie back, bound spread-legged, and listen to Nih Téage take her, knowing that her turn would be next. As another wave of sexual arousal washed through her, even more powerful than before, she wondered again how many times she would be fucked before getting out of this place.

The End

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