Belinda in the Hall

Belinda the young sorceress looked down from the wooded hill on which she stood, gazing into the valley below. In front of her, the hills sloped down to a wide swath of green meadow that was cut by a rushing, winding stream that was crossed by an ancient stone bridge. Past the bridge, a wide dirt path led to a great stone hall, three stories high, surrounded by a wall covered in vines. There were a few small out‐buildings inside the manor’s wall, and a well‐worn path that led from the massive front door of the building to the gate and out to the world beyond. There was not a stir of movement anywhere in the valley, nor upon the building’s grounds, and the whole place almost appeared abandoned. But Belinda knew that it was not.

She stood five‐foot eight inches tall, with long blond hair tied into a braid that hung down her back. She wore a dark blue silk gown that fell knee‐high, belted with a thin golden cord, and leather slippers. She had a woolen bag slung over one shoulder, filled with all of her magical needs - vials of potions, some important scrolls, and various herbs and powders in tiny sacks. In her belt was thrust her most important and powerful tool - her wand. And in one hand she held specially constructed glasses, two round lenses in jeweled frames, that allowed her to see magic.

She pulled her wand from her belt and mumbled an invisibility spell. To any creature watching, she vanished. And only then did she begin to make her way down the hill and towards the manor hall.

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She had descended the slopes and entered the wide flat valley. She pushed aside the tall grass, her slippered feet sinking slightly into the soft earth. To any observer it would appear that the grass was parting itself, blown by the wind perhaps, as the invisible sorceress made her down the path that wound its way through the valley. Her invisible feet lightly crunched on the dirt and rocks of the road, and she followed it to the stone bridge that crossed the stream.

She crossed the bridge and continued on the path towards the gate in the manor wall. But before she reached it, she turned to her right and entered the grass again, to approach from the building’s side. She knew there was a small side door in the wall around the place. Still invisible, she looked through her magic lenses and saw that there was no spell keeping this door shut, as she imagined there would be on the main gate. She carefully opened the door and slipped onto the grounds of the manor.

Approaching the building, Belinda used her lenses again to look for magic. She saw that the ground‐level window she stood in front of was fixed with a charm of warning, which would activate some sort of alarm, should anyone open it. She used her wand, and cast a powerful spell of neutralization, which made the charm on the window powerless. Then she quietly eased the window open, and climbed inside the stone building.

The large room in which she found herself was built of smooth grey bricks, with a high ceiling held up by iron beams. There was an empty fireplace, a long wooden table with high‐backed chairs, and a hanging tapestry along one wall. Along the other wall were a row of windows set with multi‐colored glass panes, so that the morning sun cast fantastic colors about the room.

Once, long ago, this hall had been the domain of a mad king who had constructed it to reign over his kingdom from within. There were many stories of his depraved reign and the tortures and experiments he had performed on his prisoners. But that was over two hundred ago, and now the hall was inhabited by the infamous warlock Nih Téage. Handsome and powerful, Nih Téage was well‐known for his incredible feats of magic. In fact, he acquired the riches to buy this very manor, by single‐handedly defeating a dragon and hauling the creature’s treasure out of its lair via a flying carpet. There were very few in these parts who could match Nih Téage’s ability in the Craft.

But, at the moment, he was not at home. Which was why Belinda had picked this day to pay a visit to his manor hall. She herself was very adept at magic - she had studied with The High Witches of Lafisrap, and had mastered the Charms of Making, of Scrying, of Calling, and many more.

But there was one spell that she could still not master, the Charm of Portal, which allowed the caster to pass between planes. Few had mastered it because it was written on a very rare scroll, lost during the siege of the library of Toloth, when countless magical books and tomes were burned or stolen. And it was only after months and months of magical searching, using Charms of Finding and of Scrying, that she had discovered not only that the scroll containing the Charm of Portal was still in existence, but where it now lay - in the library of the warlock Nih Téage.

So after much preparation, including the construction of her special lenses, Belinda had ventured to break into this hall, to obtain the scroll. Now here she was at last, standing inside. Her heart began to beat faster with excitement and anticipation. Her powerful scrying spells had informed her that the wizard was not at home, indeed not a single living thing larger than a mouse was in the whole building. She smiled confidently.

The annual Warlock Summit was taking place in Erewhon, and Nih Téage always appeared there every year, so she had known he would not be at home. But just in case he had left a guardian, she had carefully scryed the place before she dared enter, and saw none.

She dared not waste a second. Putting the lenses to her eyes, she gazed around the big room she was in to make sure there were no spells at work. There were none. From her magical research she had discovered that the library she sought, where the Charm of Portal scroll was stored, was on the third floor of the manor.

She quietly walked - why was she being quiet? she thought to herself. There is no one here! - through the large room, past the long banquet table and ornately carved chairs and toward the doorway at its other end. She paused as she passed the large tapestry hanging on the wall of the room. What was this? she thought to herself.

The massive woven tapestry depicted a grove in a forest, where a beautiful naked woman was on hands and knees on the ground, with pieces of armor and weapons scattered about the grass, as if she had been stripped. Behind her was a large, hairy beast‐man, with the head of a dog or wolf but the body of a human. The beast was holding the woman’s hips with its clawed hands, and taking her from behind. The woman’s back was arched, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open in a combination of pleasure and pain. Belinda scowled in distaste. Not the sort of thing someone would want his guests to look at while they dined! This magician had strange tastes indeed - or perhaps the tapestry was left behind from the Mad King’s time, centuries before.

Continuing on, she left the big room by the far door and found herself at one end of a long hallway, decorated with large paintings hanging on both sides. Torches burned above the pictures, eternally lit by magic. At the other end of the hallway was a flight of stairs leading upwards, towards her goal. She strode down the hallway towards the stairs.

As she passed the first couple of paintings, she again stopped in her tracks. Each large framed picture that adorned the walls of the hallway portrayed a scene of torture or punishment, it was not clear which, and all of the victims appeared to be women. In the first painting, a naked woman was bound to a wooden x-shaped frame and was being flogged by a man in armor wielding a leather whip. In another, a woman in a simple dress was shackled into a stockade, surrounded by a crowd of men who appeared to be contemplating what torments to apply to her. What lunacy is this? she thought to herself, shaking her head in foul judgement. If this Nih Téage had such taste in decorations, she was further glad to be robbing him of his magic scroll! Carefully peering through her lenses to avoid any magical traps or pitfalls, she passed through the hallway and quickly trotted up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs she found herself in another large room, but this one had multiple tables and benches around its walls, and on one of the tables were long racks filled with bottles and vials. On the walls of this room were hanging all manner of charts, maps, and tables, printed on heavy parchment. Stacks of wooden boxes marked in different languages were arranged between the work-tables. This was no doubt, the wizard’s laboratory!

And in one corner of the laboratory there rose a winding iron staircase, which she knew from her careful plans would lead to her goal - the library, on the floor above.

She couldn’t help but look with fascination at the array of magical tools and knowledge all around her. Had she more time, she would have loved to study what all of these were, as no doubt there were spells and magic here that she had never dreamed of. Perhaps after she had found the scroll she sought in the library she would pay this room a quick visit.

Checking again, she held her glasses to her eyes. The doors leading off of the laboratory were sealed by magic, and would require a spell to open them. The stairway that led to the library, however, was clear of protection. She walked towards it, past the tables, boxes, and bottles of the laboratory.

As she reached the center of the room, something shifted, she could feel it. She realized what it was: her Invisibility spell had stopped working. How had this happened? She had cast it to work for hours, in case anyone outside saw her enter or leave the hall. She drew her wand to recast the spell, and was about to begin canting it, when a wave of cold sensation shot through her, from her feet up through her body to her head, like a wave of ice.

She collapsed onto the stone floor, her wand and scrying lenses clattering across the flagstones. She found she was lying on her stomach, unable to move, although she was awake and alert. What had happened? She was paralyzed! She tried in vain to move an arm, a leg, but nothing happened. She lay on the floor, alarmed and furiously wondering what was going on.

As if in answer, she heard a door open, and someone entered the room. A pair of booted feet entered her vision, standing in front of her. The person then squatted and a hand grabbed her head by her hair, pulling her head upwards so that she was looking into the person’s face.

Long black hair framed rugged features, and fierce brown eyes stared at her with an amused curiosity. The man was wrapped in a crimson cloak, with a glittering emerald attached to a silver chain hanging from his neck. She knew immediately who it was. It was Nih Téage. But how? Her scrying had shown the hall to be empty, and for the wizard to be three days’ travel away!

Nih Téage smiled at her. “Well done,” he boomed, his voice echoing around the chamber. “You are very adept at magic. It has been a long time since an intruder has been in here - you did your work well. But of course you underestimated my magic.” He picked up her scrying lenses and wand from the floor with his free hand. “Very nice!” he said, looking them over. “But there are some things, some magics, that even your little device here,” he waved the lenses in front of her eyes, “cannot find.”

“You see, I have a special charm, a very powerful one, and a very rare one indeed: The Charm of Portal. Perhaps you have heard of it? It allows one to slide between planes, and by doing this, one may both avoid the magic of others, and cast spells that work unseen to any, as they function in sidereal spaces. And so you could not see the scrying spells I had hidden here, that allow me to see whatever happens in my hall, even when I am away.”

“There I was at the Wizard’s Summit, enjoying a demonstration of how to construct new forms of homunculi, when my pendant here,” he lifted his emerald necklace so that she could see it, “spoke to me and alerted me that someone had breached my home. So I excused myself, left the room, and stepped into a sidereal plane, which allowed me to return here instantly. And here I find you, hidden with an Invisibility spell. That was short work to take care of, and now I’ve got you in a Charm of Paralysis.”

He lay her head back down on the stone floor and walked to one of the tables, pulling down a bottle and a glass. Popping the cork, he poured the glass full.

“Not all of my collection of potions in here are for work and research,” he said, chuckling. “A wizard must have his fun as well, don’t you agree? This is a very rare brandy, which I was saving for a special occasion,” he explained.

As if Belinda was at all interested. Her mind was confused, tormented…what was happening? How had she been tricked like this?

“And this is indeed a special day. A talented sorceress has entered my house…talented, but not talented enough.”

He sat on the floor in front of her so that she could see his face as he talked to her. Her mind was searching, how could she get out of this? She couldn’t even speak, much less move. It was all up to him.

He took a draught of brandy. “So of course the question now is, what shall I do with you?

“Let’s see,” he mused aloud “I could simply take you to the slave market, down by the river docks. I could sell you as a pleasure slave and make some coin for my efforts.”

Inside herself, Belinda started. What? She was to be sold as a slave?

“Or, I could tie you and collar you, and take you back with me to the Wizard’s Summit, as an example of my power. I would be quite the sensation, wouldn’t I? Walking the halls of the Summit Castle, leading a bound young wizardess by the chain. I could also keep you here, in one of the cells in my basement, and use you as a personal slave for a while. But I have no need of slaves.”

He rose and began to pace around her, sipping his brandy. Belinda was distraught. She tried again to move her limbs, but the spell was still working and she could not. What was to become of her?

“Well, regardless of what I decide, you are definitely wearing far too many clothes. I prefer my guests to be more comfortable, less able to hide weapons or anything else upon their persons.”

With that, he straddled Belinda’s prone body, sitting on his knees over her, and he pulled her bag of magic items from off of her shoulder. “I’ll just take this with me and see what goodies you brought with you on your little expedition into my home,” he said, stuffing it beneath his cloak.

Then he produced a small, sharp dagger, and calmly began cutting away Belinda’s blue silk gown. She could feel the metal blade as it slid down her back but she could neither move nor make a sound, still paralyzed by his spell. He sliced down the length of her gown, the dagger’s blade sliding along her body. Her gown fell into two halves, and with a couple of more cuts at the sleeves, he removed it completely. Now Belinda wore only a cotton loincloth and a halter over her breasts.

He rolled her onto her back, and looked down at her body. “My, you are attractive,” he said. He then used the dagger to cut away her halter, and threw it aside, leaving his captive now only clad in a loincloth. He continued gazing down at her almost‐naked form, her bare breasts and firm thighs, and then he snapped his fingers. “I have made a decision! I will keep you here for a while, to play with. And, since I want you to enjoy yourself as well, I will cast an arousal spell, so that you will be having as much fun as I.”

From his belt he pulled a long wand, and began a spell, waving the wand over her in circles. Her mind turned furiously. This was not going at all as she had expected!

“There,” he declared. “In a short while you will begin to get very excited. However, I have a Wizard’s Summit to attend, and I won’t be able to get back to you for a while yet. So I will leave you here, where you will be free to explore my manor. But I can’t just let you run around as you like, now can I? And the paralysis spell will dissipate soon enough. I need some further guarantee that you won’t get into any trouble while I am away.”

He went to one of the stack of boxes against a wall of the laboratory. Looking at each one carefully, he selected one and removed it from the stack, carrying it over to where Belinda still lay paralyzed.

“Just as not all my jars and bottles are for magic, so as well do I have many other items in this lab, simple mundane things which come in handy at times.” He opened the box and pulled a clutch of leather cords from inside, and rolling Belinda back onto her stomach, he pulled her arms behind her and began tying her wrists together. As he bound her, he continued calmly talking to her.

“There are many things you may discover here in my manor. I will warn you, I have placed multiple magical traps around the place, and without your Scrying lenses you will not be able to see them. In fact, some are so well hidden I doubt that even your magical glasses would have been able to find them.”

He pulled the cords tight around and around her wrists, making firm knots. She had the sinking feeling that he had done this before, as he seemed quite adept at tying knots.

“Some of the traps are fairly simple,” he continued, “If you trip one of them you will find yourself frozen into a block of ice, or hanging from the ceiling in an iron cage, until I return and release you.”

He finished tying her wrists, and moved on to her ankles.

“Other traps are of my favorite sort: teleportation traps. Some traps will transport you to a cavern deep beneath this manor, where lives a tribe of goblins, and I am sure they would love to have their way with a tied up maiden such as yourself. Another trap teleports its victim to a grove in a nearby forest, the home of a certain lonely centaur, who I am sure would like some female company.”

He now finished tightly tying her ankles together, and began to bind her elbows together, which, Belinda thought angrily, would mean she would not be able to move her tied wrists in front of her by pulling her arms under her, once she was no longer paralyzed. Damn!

“And of course,” he continued whilst tightly tying her elbows, “don’t think that these teleport traps would free you from my clutches. When I return, I will simply cast a reverse spell, and you will be transported back here, and I will get to have my way with you. We can’t let the goblins and centaurs have all of the fun, now can we?”

Belinda could only issue a low moan of protest, still paralyzed by the spell.

“Well, if you can make a noise, then I see the spell is beginning to wear off. I’ll be quick then.”

Reaching into the box, he produced a strange object: it was long and black, with a leather strap attached, with buckles on the ends of the strap…what the hell was it? As he moved closer she realized it was a small fake leather cock with a strap connected to it! Her mind raced. What the hell was he going to do with that? Start fucking me?

As if to answer, he opened her jaws with his fingers, and pushed the leather cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her tongue. Then he buckled the straps tightly behind her head, gagging her completely. He leaned his head close to hers and whispered into her ear, “You might as well get used to the idea of a cock in your mouth, sweetie.” Then he lightly kissed her on the cheek.

Goddess, she thought to herself, besides being a powerful wizard, Nih Téage was also a sexual deviant! She had been gagged with a toy cock! She gave another moan of protest, though now it was barely audible through her gag.

Ignoring her amazement he carried on, “You seem like a fairly skilled girl, so I’ll double my precautions, as I always do.” With that he produced his wand and began mumbling a spell. As he did so he touched the cords that bound her wrists with the wand, then those that held her ankles, then her elbows, then the cock‐gag in her mouth.

“There,” he said satisfactorily. “I have sealed your bonds with magic. You won’t be able to cut them off, or slide them off, and no one will be able to untie you except I.” He stepped back to admire his own handiwork. Belinda was stripped to her loincloth, bound and gagged, lying on the cold stone floor.

How had this happened? she thought wildly. Already she could feel sensation returning to her arms and legs, and she knew the spell would wear off soon. But she was helpless, the prisoner of a demented sorcerer!

“It’s time for me to return to the Wizard’s Summit, as I hate missing the free dinner. There will also be several quality presentations which I am sure you would find interesting as well, being a sorceress yourself. I will be sure and take notes so I can fill you in later. I’ll be back in a few hours. Until then you may explore my manor, even though I know you won’t be able to move around very easily, tied up as you are. With a little effort, though, you can probably crawl around. You won’t be able to open any doors that I don’t want you to, or leave the manor itself. I have re‐sealed the window downstairs that you entered through, so don’t waste your time trying to escape that way. But feel free to move about. Of course, if you set off any of the traps I mentioned, your wandering will be over, and you will either be imprisoned further or be the concubine of some creature for a little while. By the time I return, the arousal spell I cast on you will be working at its fullest, you will be more desirous than you have ever been in your life, and we shall have ourselves quite a time. Until then, enjoy yourself!”

He smiled at her, waved his wand, and a thin vertical slice of blue light appeared in the air. The wizard stepped into it, as if he were stepping sideways into a doorway, and vanished. The thin slice of light diminished and was gone. Belinda was now alone in the hall, and she moaned with frustration through her gag.

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The remains of the paralysis spell did not take much longer to dissipate. Soon Belinda could move her tied limbs, however limited, and utter muffled sounds through the cock-gag that was buckled into her mouth. She managed to crawl to the nearest wall and by leaning against it, to sit up on her knees. She tried to assess her situation. Already she could feel waves of arousal washing through her, as the spell began to take effect. She tried to rub the leather strap of the gag against the stones in the wall to remove it, but it was as she suspected and the spell that was cast on her bonds made it impossible. She also tried with her wrist‐bonds and found the same.

What should she do? If she moved around, she might set off a trap and find herself either immobilized further, or in the company of some lusty monster. If she stayed put, that wouldn’t happen, but she had no chance of escape either.

Her only hope lay in the library. If it held as many scrolls and tomes as she had heard, there might be one that could release her. And there were, she knew, some simple magical scrolls that could be activated merely by unrolling them, which she could perhaps manage, even with her hands bound. There was a chance, however slim, that Nih Téage had not remembered all that was in his library. Had he not mentioned that she was the first intruder to enter in a long while? She set her mind with determination and began slowly walking on her knees, ankles bound, towards the stairway at the far end of the room.

It took some time, and she fell onto the floor twice, each time landing on her side and letting out a gagged exclamation, which echoed through the empty rooms of the manor. But after a little while she reached the curving iron stairway.

She gazed up. Would she be able to climb stairs? She had to try. By turning backwards, and pushing herself up each step so that she would be sitting on the next one, she painstakingly made her way up the curving staircase.

At long last she reached the top of the stairs, and finally before her, was the library she had sought. She could not help but get excited to see it, even as this was not at all the way she had planned to arrive! The arousal spell was now surging through her, filling her with waves of lust. She had to close her eyes at times, wobbly on her knees and bound ankles, as she couldn’t help but think of sex. Her breasts were flushed with heat…this was making her goal of escape all the more difficult, to be magically drugged as she was!

The library was a large room, its ceiling thirty feet high or more. To her left was an exterior wall of the building, lined with a row of bookcases, and above them, a row of high windows that touched the ceiling, bathing the room in sunlight. To her right were rows of tall bookshelves that reached to the high ceiling, forming a line of corridors, each one of which stretched far back towards the opposite wall. She hobbled on her knees to the bookshelves closest to her and peered into the shady hallway made by the bookshelves.

On each side the shelves were full of scrolls, tomes, small books and rolled parchments. She strained to look at the markings on the end of the row of shelves. It was labeled in a strange language but she thought she could decipher it…yes, it was in the Ciamara tongue, which she had studied herself in school, and this label said “Conjuring.” This was not what she sought. She needed spells like Undo, Release, Unbind, simple cantrips, really, beginner’s spells.

She continued slowly down the row of bookshelves, bound and gagged. Her tied elbows had the additional effect of forcing her breasts out in front of her. Being captured was not part of the plan!

The next row of bookshelves was labeled “Destruction”. She tried to concentrate, as another wave of pleasure swept her body. It was hard to stay focused.. she kept thinking about…well…sex. Damn that bastard! When she escaped, she would put all her efforts towards exacting revenge on him!

She thought about Destruction spells. Perhaps this was a place to start. How long had it been now since Nih Téage had departed for the Wizard’s Summit? No more than an hour. She still had time before he returned. She began pulling her bound body into the row of shelves, slowly walking on her knees.

And then she noticed something…the light changed. She froze. Had she triggered a trap? No, something was moving in the windows that were set high up in the wall behind her. It could be Nih Téage returning early, or maybe a guardian he had left here to watch over her. As quickly as she could she pulled herself further into the stacks and turned herself around to face the windows, trying to stay hidden among the shelves.

It was as she thought: something was moving outside the windows, casting shadows into the room. She carefully poked her head around the bookshelf and looked up at the windows.

A figure was perched outside one of the windows, somehow balancing on the third floor ledge. There was a brief flash of light - she recognized as a Charm of Opening - and the figure pushed open the window and climbed inside. It was a man wearing some sort of strange helmet, a dark shirt, dark leather pants, and a backpack. As she watched, he climbed down the wall like a spider, needing no footholds or handholds, and dropped to the ground. He must be another sorcerer!

He gazed around the room, and now she could see his helmet - it was round, made of metal, with a small point on top, as many battle‐casques were. But this one had a faceplate made of some sort of dark, mirrored glass, almost like obsidian. What the hell was happening now?

After looking around the room, the man confidently began walking up and down the library, surveying the names on each row, just as she had been doing. She decided to stay hidden, or try to. She tried to carefully back herself further into the row she was in.

But soon, of course, he passed her row of shelves. How could he not, if he was searching the place? He immediately noticed her, looking down at her bound frame from behind his dark faceplate. But he barely paused, and moved on to the next row.

Belinda’s mind raced - what should she do? She was helpless, no matter what, but this person was clearly a magic user, and might be able to help. She decided to risk it, and let out a gagged yell, “Nnnnngghhh!”

He seemed to ignore her, passing again in front of the row where she sat, without even glancing at her. This time, she noticed, he was carrying a stack of books in his arms. She tried again, “Nnnngggh!”

He appeared to ignore her still. What should she do? What was happening?

The intruder‐sorcerer soon walked back to the row where she sat on her knees, and he was now carrying a stack of scrolls. He squatted in front of her, removed his backpack, which was already bulging with books and tomes, and began stuffing the scrolls inside as well. He was a thief, just like her, she realized. Come to steal from the library, just as she had. Why had he not been caught, like she had been?

He finished loading his pack and then looked up at her, but all she could see was the dark mirrored faceplate of his helmet. “Yes?”, he said, his voice dampened by the helmet. “What do you want?”

She replied with another gagged plea, which was all she could do, “Nnnggh!” She tried to turn around to display her bound wrists and elbows, as if to make it clear she wished to be untied. How could that not be obvious? And if he was a sorcerer as well, he could perhaps undo the magic seal on her bonds! And get the gag out of her mouth!

“I wouldn’t move too much further into that row of shelves, if I were you,” he said. “It appears there is some sort of magical trap set there, that teleports its victim to...” he leaned forward a bit, as if trying to see, “Yes, to a cave somewhere. Wonder why ‘ol longhair did that?”

Belinda stayed where she was, glaring at this arrogant man, trying to make it clear she wanted to be set free.

“I wonder how you came to be here,” he mused. “Let’s play Twenty Asks, shall we? I’ll bet you are not a slave of his.” Belinda shook her head vigorously. “Otherwise you’d be locked in a cell somewhere. But he obviously captured you. And I can see,” again he leaned his helmeted head forward as if looking close at her, “that you have traces of magic. You must be a sorceress of some kind!”

Belinda nodded intently and tried to speak, “Nnngh!”

“I can also see that he has magically sealed your bonds. So I’m not sure I could release you even if I wanted to, although I imagine that’s what you would like me to do.” He moved closer to her, looking her body up and down. “Well, this is definitely a surprise. Come out here into the light where I can see you.”

He stood up, grabbed her head by a fist of her hair, and forced her to knee‐walk out of the stacks and into the sunlit part of the library. She struggled against him, shaking her head back and forth, but it was no use, he was stronger than her and she was tied up.

He seemed annoyed at her for resisting. “If you keep being trouble, I will simply push you into that teleport trap back there. Or I’ll drag you into another one I noticed in the next row over, that leaves its victim hanging upside‐down in a spider’s web from the ceiling. Would you prefer that?”

Belinda knew she must comply with this stranger. She sighed through the cock-gag in her mouth, and shook her head.

“Very well then. Do as I say. I think I know the story here. You, like me, sought to relieve ‘ol Nih Téage of a few of his precious items while he was away at the Wizard’s Summit. And somehow, he caught you, tied you up, and left you here. That sounds like him. Haven’t you heard what a freak he is?”

She looked at him quizzically. “Nnngh?”

“Yes, it’s a dirty little secret but everyone knows it. He likes to play games…with young women. He has been known to kidnap women and do all manner of funny things to them. Fortunately he releases them afterwards.”

He reached a hand up and cupped one of Belinda’s breasts. “My, he did catch a nice one today, did he not?”

She glared at him again, as he continued moving his hands over her body, feeling her breasts and belly. “I see he has cast an arousal spell on you…by now you must be extremely…well, aroused, no?” He slipped one hand down to her crotch, and slid his fingers underneath her loincloth. “Ah, yes, that spell is definitely working!” he chuckled, grinning. “He really is quite the pervert, isn’t he?”

She flushed with embarassment that he was touching her womanhood, and that she was wet with arousal and need.

He reached up and removed his helmet. He had fierce blue eyes, a bald head, short brown beard, and handsome features. “You might be wondering how I know all this about what spells and traps are laid here. It is due to this” he tapped the dark glass on the faceplate of his helmet. “It is made of Blackstone, the rarest of minerals, that came to this world from another plane. Some say it is made of a distant star. It allows the viewer to see through any spell or magic, as well as to see clearly any creature, living or otherwise across the distance of a valley or more. That is how I was able to disarm Nih Téage’s many very cleverly hidden spells that he had laid all about this place. He even had one that allowed him to know if an intruder enters this building, when he is away! Incredible, isn’t he? I’d never encountered a spell quite like it. Anyways, I neutralized it for a few hours.”

“And with this Blackstone glass, I was also able to see that this entire manor was empty. Empty of course, except for one,” he grinned at her and squeezed one of her breasts, as Belinda gave a gagged gasp, “one lovely, bound sorceress.”

“I’ll tell you what,” he said, standing up, “I doubt I could even remove your bonds, given how strong Nih Téage‘s spells are. But I’ll wager you must be desperate for a little fun at this point, what with the arousal spell working fully. And when Nih Téage returns, and finds I have lifted some of his most precious scrolls, he’ll be pretty incensed. You can help him by describing me, and what I did, and he will be most grateful, and will probably let you free sooner than he was planning to. By then I will be long gone anyways, and I doubt even he will be able to find me.”

“But in the meantime, let’s you and I have some fun together, okay? Two sorcerers, similar interests, similar skills, I’m sure we would have a lot to talk about, if you were not gagged.” He leaned his head next to hers and he whispered into her ear, “I can get that gag off of you, as there is something else I would like to put in your mouth, and I am certain you know what I mean.” He lightly kissed her on the cheek.

Belinda shook her head vigorously. But even still, she was beginning to resign herself to what she knew lay in store for her with this man, and due to the arousal spell now filling her body with sensations, she was not altogether unwilling. Still, perhaps from a sense of pride, she shook her head in protest. “Nnngggghhh!!!”

He ignored her. “I like to be comfortable…I want us both to be comfortable…there is supposedly a reading room next door, with cushions and blankets and such…wait here, I’ll be right back.” He turned and strode through a doorway at the other end of the library.

Belinda took this opportunity to turn and try to get away towards the stairs, knee‐walking as fast as she could, all the while knowing that it was hopeless. She could not help but think…well, he is handsome…and, we are both here now….

He returned just seconds later carrying a large square blue velvet cushion, more than six feet wide. He left the cushion on the floor of the library and with no trouble at all darted over to where Belinda was trying to make her way to the stairs and he grabbed her by her bound ankles, dragging her back to the cushion. He threw her face‐down onto it, and held her in place with one arm on her back. He straddled her bound thighs, and she heard him opening his breeches.

She trembled with anticipation. He untied her loincloth and tossed it aside. She was now naked, and resigned to the situation. She was indeed more aroused than she had realized, as she lifted her hips to offer herself to the unnamed wizard-thief. And there were several hours left before Nih Téage returned.

The wizard-thief grabbed the globes of Belinda's ass and spread them to reveal her glistening slit. He lined up his cock and entered her from behind. His strong hands held her hips, as she felt him fill her. She let out a gagged moan of pleasure that echoed throughout the library, and she wondered how many wizards, goblins, or beasts she would have to fuck before she could escape this place.

Continued in Belinda Beneath the Manor

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