Wild Sorcery - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The Dwarves of Hosk

Finally released from the clutches of the tyrannical mistress of the House of the Tall Ape, I stumbled away into the early morning of Hosk.

Even for so early, the streets seemed empty. I glanced about, and heard a rumble and a mutter as of a crowd. Hopefully that perhaps I might find someone to help me, I started toward the sound.

I spotted the crowd a ways down the street and found a lean dwarf heading toward it. He had shoulder-length, straight, moss green hair. He reminded me of a sneaky serpent.

“What has happened?” I called out to him.

“A Dishonored One broke into Prince Ksur’s Castle and stole from him!” he said excitedly. He glanced at me with his ash gray almond-shaped eyes, then stopped, staring bug-eyed at my bonds. “There she is!” he howled, running to gather the mob. “I found her! Here she is!”

Witness the courage of a mob. One man faced a bound and helpless girl, and still he ran away to gather the mob. If I were unbound, even unarmed I could have dealt with these cowards, but helpless as I was, I could not fight them. I turned away and ran as fast as I could on my hobbled legs.

But I could never escape the mob, bound as I was. I passed a tavern, the Gutted Orc, and glanced in. Seated at a table was a short burly dwarf, heavily muscled, scarred and tattooed. Beside him, leaning against the table was huge war axe that gleamed in the dim light within.

I stumbled in through the open door and stumbled over to him. Up close I could see he had neck-length, straight, alabaster hair bound in a series of braids, high cheekbones and a large mouth. His aura of strength was overpowering. If he wanted to help, I was sure he could protect me.

“Please, help me!” I cried. “I am innocent, but they want to kill me!”

He glanced at me with wide olive green eyes. “Why should I help you?” he rumbled, then belched.

“I'll pay you,” I gasped

“With what?” He demanded. “Those rags aren't worth my piss!”

Through the window, I saw the crowd drawing nearer.

“I'll give you my body.” I said desperately. “To do with what you please.”

He put down his tankard and glanced at me again with a new eye. He looked me up and down speculatively, and obviously liked what he saw. I was tall and muscular, with a head of long black hair tumbling across my shoulders and down my back. I had round breasts that stood proudly from my chest, wide hips and long legs. All of which was easy to see, for the rags that had been my once-fine dress revealed more than they hid.

A lusty glint appeared in the dwarf’s eyes. “Well, now. . . that’s different,” he said. He slammed his flagon down then stood to his feet and picked up his axe.

The door slammed open and the leaders of the mob stormed in. My new owner hefted his axe threateningly and advanced on them; they stopped in their tracks, staring fearfully at him. “This is none of your concern, Agbaft!” one said finally.

“It is my concern, because you’re about to damage my property!” my new owner snapped.

“Your property?!” the mob leader exclaimed.

“Yes. She’s mine now. I own her body.”

The mob leader glanced from Agbaft to me and back again. Then he grinned. “Well, if she’s all yours now, then I don’t think we need bother ourselves with her.”

As plainly as that, the whole mob turned around and walked away. Those who heard the exchange were explaining to their neighbours that I was now owned by Agbaft. They all laughed at that, evidently thinking Agbaft would treat me exactly as the mob wished, which did nothing toward calming me.

But my assurance was of no concern to anyone but me. Agbaft took a leather thong out from his belt pouch, tied a noose in it and wrapped that around my neck.

“Come on!” he said with a grin, tugging on my leash. “You still have to earn your keep!”

He pulled me to him, then forced me to my knees. With a grin, he opened his breeches and pulled forth his cock.

“Hey, Agbaft,” the bartender objected. “This is-”

Agbaft glared at him, and raised his huge war axe with one hand and pointed it at the bartender. “Stay behind the bar, Cully!” he snapped.

Cowed, the bartender obeyed, and Agbaft turned back to me. “Now,” he said with a menacing grin, revealing his blackened cracked teeth. “Start sucking, whore!”

After he finished with me, Agbaft took me out of the Gutted Orc and led me, hobbling through the streets, toward the Castle of Prince Ksur.

“What are you doing?!” I cried. “If you don’t want me anymore, then why not let me go?!”

“Let you go?!” he snarled, brandishing his axe close to my neck. “Your body is mine, to do with what I please, and I please to sell it! Unless, of course,” he added. “Your spirit does not want to go with your body, then I could very easily seperate the two,” he grinned wickedly, pressing the edge of his axe to my throat

I swallowed and shook my head.

“I didn’t think so,” Agbaft said with a grin and lowered his axe again. “Now, come on!”

As he dragged me toward the looming castle, Agbaft delighted himself in telling me tales of Prince Ksur’s cruelty to those who crossed him.

Continued in Chapter 19