Wild Sorcery - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The Ninjas of Fewo

Fewo wanted me to bear a message from her to a dragon. I was accompanied by two ninjas in her employ. Which of course raised the question of why she needed me in the first place. I presumed that this was a fatally dangerous task, with the dragon likely to kill anyone who approached. The ninjas would hang back and leave me to take the risk

They never told me their names and I did not ask, but referred to them as Male Ninja and Female Ninja

The male ninja was an angular person with big prominent ears. His slanted eyes were brown and his curly, ivory hair was worn in a precise style. His outfit included spiked elbow and shoulder pads. His preferred weapon was a recurved bow that he kept slung over his shoulder all the time.

The female ninja, or kunoichi, was short and had a muscular build. She had beady apricot-colored eyes that stared out through the eye holes in her mask and straight, short, grass-green hair worn in a simple style. She wore a tight red outfit that flattered her figure. She carred a battleaxe slung across one shoulder.

We traveled across the wide grassy plains of Indardeos on the way to the ruined city of Rew where the dragon kept his lair. The night before we reached the city of Rew, we encamped beside a rock outcropping, the only landmark for miles.

After a rest and a quick meal, the male ninja announced, “We shall be there tomorrow,” He exchanged a glance with the female ninja. “We should start now to be there by sunrise.

I glanced at first one, then the other of them, confused. “Why would we want to be there by sunrise?” I demanded

They answered me not, but both stood to their feet.

Suddenly wary and suspicious, I stood to my feet and dropped my hand to the hilt of my sword. “Now listen-” I said.

I never had time to finish my sentence, because the female ninja attacked me with a wild ululating scream.

I drew my sword with a flash of firelight on the blade and swung it at her, driving her back. She sprang about acrobatically, easily clearing the reach of my sword, then hooked her legs through mine and knocking me to the ground. I swung my sword wildly to hold her back, then scrambled to my feet. The female ninja sprang about and kicked at me, but I grabbed her leg, turned and threw her at the rock outcropping. Incredibly, her form blurred, and she passed right through the rock as if it were air, to reappear on the other side.

I hardly had time to gape at her trick, before the male ninja struck me from behind.

Slowly, I awakened to the feel of wind blowing across my naked skin. A feeling I have come to be all too familiar with since being transformed by Valorious.

I hung from my hands, and I felt tight ropes wrapped around me. A large cloth was jammed into my mouth and a second one pulled tightly between my lips and tied off behind my head to hold it in. But I did not want to open my eyes, because a blacksmith was cheerfully pounding a kettledrum just between my ears. And that upset the clawed things living behind my eyes who were digging with their sharp claws into my sensitive eyes.

That, and I was sure that I would not be happy to see what I would see when I opened my eyes; where I was, and what was waiting for me to awaken. But finally, I did.

I stood with my back to a tall stake embedded in the earth. Tight ropes wrapped around my wrists, tying them immovably to the stake. More ropes were wrapped across my torso, looped tightly over and around my breasts, around my waist, and tied about my long legs at my knees and ankles. I was indeed naked. I looked about, blinking my pained eyes in the harsh white sunlight: I was held to a stake in the middle of a ruined courtyard or atrium, surrounded by tumbled ruins of dark red stone.

“Hmm!” I called through my gag.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

I tried to turn as much as my tight bonds allowed, but could not see the male ninja who was behind me.

“Hrm?” I moaned pleadinly. I did not want to be eaten by a dragon.

He walked toward me and stood behind the stake. “Nothing personal,” he said, reaching around the stake to stroke my right breast.

“Nnnn!” I squealed, wriggling in the ropes as he rubbed at my nipple. It was already hard from the cold air as he teased it erect, making me moan, Then he reached around with his other hand and toyed with my left breast, squeezing and kneading it, pinching and pulling at my nipple.

“Mrmmm!” I moaned, a tear slipping out and down my cheek.

“Aw,” he said, mock-sympathetically. “Don’t cry!”

His hands slid down from my breasts, down my sides and across my stomach, trailed around my wide hips, and down to my bare pussy. I jumped as his fingers brushed against me there.

He whispered into my ear, “We’re going to kill the dragon,” then slid a finger into me.

“Mmm!” I moaned, half protest and half pleading him to go on. The familiar accursed heat rose, growing higher with every stroke of his finger across my clit.

“If you’re really lucky, we may even get him before he can eat you,” the male ninja added. “If we can do that, I would love to keep you.”

“Hmmm,” I moaned, twisting hopelessly in the ropes as he sped up, pumping his finger deep into me.

Without warning, a whip flashed out from nowhere and slashed across my breasts. The female ninja stepped into my line of sight, grinning at my screams of pain.

“Of course she’d love it,” she said. “This slut would love nothing better than to be our slave. Wouldn’t you, slave?” She ran a finger down the line of my jaw. I jerked my head away, making her laugh. She grabbed my long black hair, gathering it in her hand and jerked my head painfully. “Isn’t that right, slave?” she said with a grin, running her whip over my round breasts that stood proudly from my chest.

I cried helplessly, twisting and squirming in my bonds as pain and pleasure mounted in me. She leaned close and kissed me on my gagged lips, pulling my hair and slapping my breasts as the male ninja finally pushed me over the edge. I screamed, shivering and shuddering as I came.

He backed off, then turned and walked away. But she held the kiss for a moment more, grinding her body against mine. Then slowly, regretfully, she released my hair and stepped back.

“Too bad we don’t have more time to play,” she said, licking her lips. “But I hope we kill the dragon before he gets you,” she added, turning and walking after her partner. “Have fun!” she waved over her shoulder. “We’ll try not to kill you. Yet!”

Continued in Chapter 14