Wild Sorcery - Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Terrace of the Dwarves of Hosk

I traveled westward into the terraced mountains of the dwarves. I thought that so far, no wizard in the human kingdoms could reverse the curse of the Mad Sorcerer Valorious, then perhaps there might be some magician among the non-human races who might be able to return me to my former male body.

Not far from the town of Hosk - or so a milepost proclaimed - I met with a dwarvish peddler, who wished to show me his goods.

“Here,” he said, holding up a pair of bracelets. “Try these on.”

“I have no money,” I protested, shaking my head. I was very reluctant, though, to turn them down. The bracelets were very pretty

“Try them on,” he insisted. “No harm in seeing how they look, is there?”

I had to admit, they did look very pretty. They looked to be solid silver, glittering in the sunlight. I let him slip the bracelets on over my hands, then wrap the necklace - now I saw it closer it seemed to be more of a collar - about my neck.

“Aren’t they pretty?” he said.

“They’re beautiful!” I said, holding my wrists up so I could see the bracelets better.

“Here,” he said, holding out a pair of similar anklets. “Try these on!”

I stood still while he knelt by my feet and slipped them over first one, then the other of my ankles.

I admired them. “Too bad I have no money,” I said, reaching to take them off.

“Ah, but for such a pretty lady like you, I will make them a gift!” he said.

I stopped, glancing surprisedly at him. “Really?” I exclaimed happily. “But they must be very valuable-”

“Oh, think nothing of it!” he said. “But I’ll tell you what. . .” he grabbed my hands and whirled me about, facing away from him.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaimed as he pulled my hands together behind my back.

He muttered something, then brought the bracelets together and snapped his fingers.

There was a click and the bracelets attached together! I tried to move and something clanked at my feet. I looked down to see a chain had appeared between the anklets, hobbling me.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” I shouted.

He grabbed my pack with a grin and turned and walked away. “Have fun!” he called over his shoulder, striding away down the road.

“No!” I screamed,  racing after him. 

I tripped on my hobble chain and fell face-first in the road. Gasping for breath, I scrambled to my knees.

“Come back!” I screamed. “Somebody help me! Help, I’ve been robbed!”

My only answer was his laughter that slowly faded away as he walked around a currve in the road.

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After a long time, I regained control of myself and scrambled to my feet. Sniffling and fighting back tears, I continued on my way, awkwardly hobbling through the dust, in the hopes of meeting someone who could free me.

It was slow going with my hobbled legs, and the thick chain dragging in the dust. But I persevered, and a little before sunset, I found a small band of dwarves encamped beside the road.

“Hello!” I called. “Please, can you help me? I have been robbed!”

A half-dozen dwarves hurried over. “Of course we can help,” said one who wore an eyepatch. “Come on over and sit down,” he said, leading me to their fire.

“Thank you,” I said gratefully and sat. Then stopped, staring in astonishment at the dwarf sitting opposite me. “You?” I gasped.

“Who?” the one-eyed dwarf asked.

“He’s the one who bound me and robbed me!” I shouted, nodding to the peddler.

One-eye turned to him. “Is that true, Jaskin? Did you?”

Jaskin looked at him. “Yes, I did.”

One-eye paused for a moment, then smiled. “Well done!”

I gaped at them incomprehendingly. “What-”

“What do you think?” Jaskin said, nodding to me.

One-eye glanced at me. “She’s perfect. We better finish her up, boys!”

I was then panicking. “What do you mean- Aaaah!” I cried out because I was grabbed and dragged down to the ground. “Let me go!” I cried.

“Some one shut her up!” Jaskin snapped

Another Dwarf grabbed a rag and stuffed it past my open lips. I tried to spit it out and bite him, but he clapped his hand over my mouth to hold the rag in.

“Okay, Hakar!” One-eye shouted. “Get the rings!”

While a dwarf rushed away to get the rings, whatever that meant, the others grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it up, exposing my long legs, bare pussy, and pert breasts.

Four dwarves held me down. Two were holding my knees spread wide apart, and two held my shoulders. A fifth kept me gagged. Then Hakar came running back, holding a small black velvet bag.

“Very good,” One-eye said, taking the bag from him, then sat down between my spread legs.

I watched, wide-eyed as he opened the bag and pulled out a small silver ring, very like the bands that bound me hands together behind my back and encircled my ankles. I whimpered, moaning pleadingly through my foul-tasting gag, but the dwarves ignored me, intent on what One-eye was doing.

He lowered the ring to my bare pussy, muttering unintelligibly. As he lowered it, I saw the ring had a break in it; he put the two broken ends against my skin, either side of my slit. I moaned and wriggled, trying to get it away.

Tthe dwarf slapped me painfully across my breasts. “Hold still!” he snapped.

Frightened, I obeyed.

One-eye pressed the open ring against my labia. His muttering grew louder and louder; then of a sudden he stopped, uttering with a sibilnt hiss. “Hsssaksa!”

The metal grew red-hot. I bucked and screamed helplessly as the ring, of its own accord, bent and twisted, stabbing its open ends into me and joining them. I almost passed out with the pain. But then the heat disappeared, and when I  looked again, I had a brand new labia piercing. The silver ring hung from my lower lips, shining in the firelight.

One-eye reached into the bag and pulled out another ring. “Two more, and we’re done!” he said with a grin.

I screamed and jumped, but my bonds and the dwarves’ hold on me held firm. I was helpless to prevent One-eye squatting on my belly and placing the second ring to my left breast. He put it at the base of my nipple, despite my whining and wiggling. He muttered softly again, his voice slowly rising as the ring heated up against my sensitive nipple.

A tear slipped down my cheek as it struck me that this was going to happen and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Still I screamed and bucked from the pain of the ring piercing my nipple.

One-eye pulled on it. “That’s nice and solid,” he said with satisfaction, then held the bag upside down over his palm and a third ring fell out.

I screamed helplessly as he brought the last right to my right breast, muttering his strange incantation. My screams mounted shrilly as the ring heated, then pierced me. The pain was too much, and I fainted dead away.

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I awoke slowly in the cool of morning to find myself alone.

Slowly, awkwardly, I sat up and looked around. I was alone in the clearing beside the road. The dwarves were long gone. The only sign they were ever there were the ashes of their campfire, and the tracks of their wagon, and the three silver rings glinting brightly on my flesh.

With a groan, I spat out the filthy rag they had left in my mouth. I gagged on the foul taste I spat it out upon the ground.

I felt like crying. Only with an effort did I hold back a flood of helpless tears. But that would do no good, so I carefully, awkwardly scrambled to my feet. My dress slid back down to hang normally I was glad to see.

Then I trudged onward, making for the village of Hosk, hoping that the dwarves there would prove more friendly and less barbarous.

As I walked along, I began to feel a cool breeze, wafting across my pierced nipples. I discounted it at first, but finally I looked down and gasped at what I saw. The threads of my dress had uncurled and unwoven over my breasts and pussy, peeling open like a ripe fruit, leaving me open and bare for all to see.

That set forth a flood of helpless tears as I trudged despairingly onward.

Continued in Chapter 16

 

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