Wild Sorcery - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

The Castle of Prince Ksur

Ksur, Prince of Hosk, led me into a study. “Sit down,” he said, pointing to a leather chair. After buying me from Agbaft, he had said not a word to me before those two.

I hesitated, afraid to mess up his nice clean chair with all my dirt. “Sir,” I pleaded. “I never took your-”

“Yes, of course you didn’t!” he snapped at me furiously. “But if you don’t tell me how you came to be here, I’ll never know who did! Sit!”

Cowed by this display of anger, I sat.

“Now,” he said, sitting down behind his desk. “Tell me everything, leaving out no detail, no matter how small.”

I started with my journey to dwarven lands, and my meeting with the peddler. When I spoke of what the peddler did to me, the squire jumped to his feet, his face twisted with surprise.

“Stop!” he ordered.

I obeyed, and watched him as he paced back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back.

He turned to face me again. “Do you say he bound you with his own hands?”

“Yes,” I said with a nod.

His lip curled in anger, and it came to me very strongly that this was a bad man to make angry wiyh me. “And your rings?” he demanded.

“Those came later,” I replied.

For a moment, I thought he would demand an explanation right away, but he turned away and sat again.

“Continue,” he ordered.

He sat in silence while I told the rest of my story, watching me intently, but making no move or comment. When I finished, he said nothing for a while, then of a sudden rose to his feet.

“Come with me,” he ordered.

I clumsily rose to my feet, then he took me by the arm and led me through a second door into a sort of workshop or laboratory.

“Sit!” he ordered, pressing me down upon a short stool; out of the corner of my eye.

I saw him take a strange lensed apparatus and peer at my metal bons through it.

“Yes,” he murmured to himself. “a cheap casting, easily removed."

“You mean you’ll release me?!” I cried joyfully, whirling about to face him.

“Hold still!” he snapped, turning me back away from him. “Yes, of course I am about to!”

He inspected my rings, quite naturally fondling my breasts and rubbing my pussy while doing so, then turned away to a desk cluttered with papers, mumbling to himself. He scribbled on a piece of parchment, then turned back to me, parchment in hand.

“Come!” he snapped, drawing me to my feet and dragging me to the center of his lab where a large pentagram was inscribed in the floor.

“Sit here,” he said, pressing me to the floor in the precise center of the pentagram. “Do not move at all,” he said warningly, backing away.

I glanced up at him while he fiddled with some tools, taking measurements and making calculations. “How did you know-”

“How did I know that you are innocent?” he asked.

I wordlessly nodded.

“No person bound as a dishonored, as you are, could possibly have made off with my treasure,” he explained. “Therefore, I thought that you must have been brought here by the actual culprit in order to draw the ire of the townsfolk. I did not dream, however-” and here his face turned dark and his tone threatening “-that they would do such a thing to an innocent woman.” He made some adjustments to his equipment, then stepped back and raised a pair of smokes lenses over his eyes. “You may wish to close your eyes,” he advised me.

I obeyed, and a moment later there was a terrific BANG! and the pressure on my wrists suddenly lessened. I opened my eyes, and I held my hands up before me. Miraculously, though the bracelets were still on me, they were free of each other. I tore them off my wrists and threw them away as far as I could. I will wore the anklets, but the chain between them which had appeared so suddenly was as suddenly gone. Those, too, I quickly removed.

The squire stepped up to the edge of the pentagram, lowering his dark lenses. “Your bonds are held together with magic, and so are easily dispelled. Your- er. . . rings, however, are physically embedded in you. I cannot remove them without harming you.”

“No, that’s all right,” I said hurriedly. “You’ve already done enough.”

“I fear there may be some trouble for you, leaving,” he said. “Perhaps you would like some of my men to accompany you?”

“That’s a very kind offer,” I said. “But I really would rather to meet whatever trouble there will be alone.” Without witnesses, I silently added.

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The mob had gathered outside the prince’s castle, evidently having heard that I was within.

The Prince hesitated to let me leave. “Perhaps you ought to wait until morning?” he inquired.

The sun had just set, and a dark blanket of night lay across the sky.

“No,” I replied with a shake of my head. “I have to be on my way.”

Reluctantly, the Prince waved his men aside and let me exit his castle.

The mob sighted me and rushed forward, determined to carry me off and do me murder. The first to reach me was a thickset man with gigantic mole on his nose, wearing the garb of a tradesman.

As he reached for me, I grabbed him by his long beard, then pivoted on my heel and pulled on it. He went flying with a startled cry that abruptly cut off when he slammed head-first into the wall aurrounding the Prince’s Castle.

But the mob was already in motion. The second dwarf was a tall lady with a head of long brown hair and wearing a dark red gown. Before she could strike me with the long iron poker she held, I laid hold of her, taking the collar of her gown in both hands. I tore it down the middle and let the gown drop about her ankles. Tthe brunette dwarf tripped and fell at my feet.

The third member of the mob hesitated long enough for me to punch him in the face, sending him tumbling backward in a spray of blood.

“Out of my way!” I roared.

Shocked, the mob obeyed, and I went in search of the mistress.

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The House of the Tall Ape was doing a busy trade tonight, despite the mob drawing away people. I heard music and singing from within as I pounded on the door.

After a minute, the mistress of the house opened it. Her eyes widened with the shock of recognition.

“What are you-”

I puched her square on the jaw, knocking her out flat on the ground. I kicked her, making her curl around her hurt with a whimper. I kicked her twice more, then stepped over her prostrate form into the dining hall. There were at least a score of dwarves there.

“You all,” I said, pointing at them. “Everyone, out!”

A dwarf in the leathern garb of a blacksmith rose to his feet. “I don’t know who you think you are-” he said, striding toward me.

I grabbed him by his long beard and slammed his head into the corner of the table. I pulled the stunned dwarf, still by his beard, to the door and threw him out in the mud.

“Everyone, out!” I roared.

This time, they obeyed.

I spotted the scullery maid edging toward a side door. “You stay!” I snapped, and she halted, staring at me with wide, terrified eyes.

When the last of them had departed, I turned to the mistress of the house, still lying on the floor. I grabbed a knife off of the table and knelt beside her.

“No,” she pleaded, seeing the flash of the knife blade. “No!”

“I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine,” I replied, then with one swipe of the knife, cut her dress straight down the middle between her breasts.

“No- please.” she sobbed while I tore her dress open, letting her large round breasts spring free.

I detected motion and whirled around to see the scullery maid trying to sneak up on me with a large iron frying pan in her hands.

“Drop it!” I snapped, raising my knife.

Wide-eyed, she obeyed.

“Down on the floor. Lie down and stay there!”

She dropped to the floor and hid her head in her hands, and I turned back to the mistress of the house.

I stripped her naked, despite her terrified whimpers and pleadingd, then tore her dress into strips and used them to bind her, trying her hands and feet together. Then I dragged her to the cupboard she had brought me to know so well. I opened it up and found the brush.

“Open up,” I saidm grabbing the brush and pressing it to her mouth.

“No!” she begged. “Please- MMph!”

I forced the knob of the brush into her mouth, then turned her over onto her belly and breasts. I shoved her into the cupboard and locked it.

“Have fun in there!”

I turned away, enjoying the mistress' terrified moaning, to face the scullery maid who still lay, trembling on the floor where I ordered her to. I took a second to compose myself.

“Come here,” I ordered.

Still trembling, she rose to her feet and came over. I grabbed her dress and ripped it off her.

“No!” she cried, but I just grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to her knees.

“I think you know what you’re supposed to do now,” I said softly to her.

Hesitantly at first, she licked at my bare pussy, slowly sliding her tongue between my nether lips and brushing softly against my clit.

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Walking away through the town of Hosk, I felt light as a feather, a soft buzz filled my head, as if I were mildly drunk.

The buzz disappeared, replaced by a burning rage when I passed the Gutted Orc for the second time, and looked in and saw Agbaft, seated at a table.

He had a sad-looking girl on a leash. She had a thin, leggy build, pale skin, and deep-set black eyes. Her soft round face was framed by short, wavy, orange hair worn in an alluring style. She wore black stockings that stopped at mid-thigh and a short black jacket gleaming with piping and finery. It was wide open, and gave no protection, so her entire body was available to sight and touch, including her small well-formed breasts and trimmed pussy.

He was taking advantage of that, fondling her breasts with one hand while he downed a flagon of ale with the other. She looked not at all happy about it, but she could do nothing to protect herself, for her hands were bound together behind her back.

I stepped in through the swinging doors, and with narrowed eyes, I strode up to Agbaft and clapped him on the shoulder

He glanced up, surprised. “You- what are you-”

I grabbed him by his long beard and pulled him up out of his chair. His howl of outrage ended in a high shriek when I kicked him between the balls. I grabbed him and threw him prostrate to the floor. Then I grabbed his axe and knelt on his chest, putting the glittering axe blade to his throat.

“You bought something from me,” I said, glaring into his brown eyes that were tight with pain and fear. “But you never really had to pay for it, did you? So I’m just going to take your axe. Unless you think that is unfair?”

He gave a minute shake of his head. “Take it,” he whimpered.

“I’m glad you said that,” I said. “I like to think I am reasonable.” I stood to my feet and hefted his axe, now my axe, then turned and strode out again.

Then I turned around and strode back in; I walked up to the girl and grabbed her by the leash.

“I’m taking her too,” I told Agbaft. Not waiting for a reply, I turned and led my new slave girl away.

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Some time later, and a long way away, I heard that Prince Ksur of Hosk hanged a dozen dwarves, including a one-eyed bandit and an itinerant crooked peddler, after making ample exercise of his famous torture chamber.

Continued in Chapter 20

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