Chapter 2
During my confrontation with the Mad Sorcerer Valorious, he had changed me from a virile male barbarian hero into a virile female barbarian hero. I led the Princess Eilonwy back to her home and to her father, King Hendriks. We had many stops along the way that allowed for us to care for each other.
Departing Castle of King Hendriks, I made my way down a dusty road leading to the Fortress of Dalisiar. There was an enchanter that dwelt therein whom I hoped might be able to remove the enchantment and return me to my former shape. Though I admit the one I now embodied was a very pleasing - tall and muscular, with long black hair tumbling over my shoulders. I had full pert breasts that stood forth proudly from my chest, wide hips, lean legs, and a hairless mound and womanhood. Had I been my former self and encountered my current self, I'd try to seduce me without hesitation.
On the road in the early morning, the sun was just rising above the horizon. I passed through a grove of very tall windbreaker trees that stretched up a hundred feet, with pale smooth bark. The thin upwards-sweeping branches didn't even start to grow below fifty feet. The earth below was striped with shadow and light as I walked through soft grass. The birds were singing in the trees, and I lost myself in the peace and quiet. A great mistake.
A terrible Wastelandcopper Orb rose out from the bushes and attacked, bearing me to the ground with its clawed feet.
I struggled beneath its weight, trying to throw it off. But my current female form lacked much of the strength I was accustomed to having. It opened its mouth, preparing to bite me when a long shaft of metal emerged from it's head.
"Ha! Foul beast!" a man shouted.
The Wastelandcopper Orb rolled off me and turned on the attacker.
It was a knight with red eyes and curly, ash-gray hair worn in a simple style cut at his shoulders. He had a muscular build, which was plain to see, for he wore a form-fitting outfit made of animal hides dyed yellow. He raised his sword threateningly.
"Come and die!" he challenged it.
With a roar, the Wastelandcopper Orb attacked him. The knight easily dodged its clumsy charge, and cut it again with his large sword.
The Wastelandcopper Orb stumbled, then fell. It tried to raise itself on trembling legs, then sprawled headlong in the dust, dead.
The knight hurried over and helped me to my feet.
"Thank you, Sir Knight," I said.
"Think nothing of it, sweet damsel," he said with a bow.
Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me close, kissing me on the lips and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I broke away and slapped him.
"What are you doing?!" I shrieked.
"Claiming the hero's due," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Forget that!" I shouted, then turned and walked away.
"But I saved you!" he shouted after me.
"Well, too bad!" I shouted to the sky.
"What if I were to save you again?" he called.
"From what?" I snapped, still walking. I was so distracted by the situation and our shouting that I forgot to look where I was walking and stepped in a trap.
A loop of rope tightened around my ankle and with a scream, I was hoisted up in the air. I hung upside down, swinging gently as I kicked and flailed, screaming helplessly. My dress flipped down so it hung from my shoulders, blinding me and revealing my naked body for all to see. "Help!" I screamed. "Please help me!"
He strode unhurriedly to stand beneath me, with a grin on his face. "Well, now!" he called up to me, running his eyes over my naked curves. "What do you say to me now?"
"All right!" I shouted, muffled by my dress. "Get me down and... you can claim your due!"
His eyes casually roamed over me, then followed the rope from my ankle and into the trees, and down again to where the other end was secured to the ground. He slowly stepped to where the rope was fastened, casting a lustful eye upon me the whole while.
I yelped as the rope jerked, then I slowly descended toward the ground.
But then I stopped, still hanging in air. I pushed my hanging dress up and was able to see the ground a few feet below me, just out of reach of my hands. "Hello?" I called, uncertainly, a little nervously. "I'm not down yet!"
Silence.
"Are you listening to me?!" I was nervous now.
"No," he said.
I saw his feet step into view. Then he grabbed my dress and pushed it back down, bunching it around my chest and exposing my bare hips and belly and womanhood again.
I blinked in the sudden light and stared up at him. He still had the lusty glint in his eyes, tempered with a look of evil enjoyment.
"Well?" I said. "Aren't you going to let me down?"
"Not quite yet," he said and grabbed my wrist.
"Wait, what are you doing?!" I cried out.
He grabbed my other wrist and forced my hands together at the small of my back. He produced a short rope and began to wrap it around my wrists.
"Stop!" I pleaded. "Please stop! Let me go!"
"No!" he said. "You owe me. Twice you owe me. And I will not let you go without reward."
He cinched the rope and tied it. He stepped around me so that I faced him again. I found my eyes inches from his crotch. He opened his trousers and let them drop away. His semi-erect cock brushed my lips. Then I knew exactly what his due meant.
"No! Please!" I twisted my body around, trying to turn away from his cock. "Don't do this!"
But he stilled my body with one hand and used his other to guide his cock to my lips. "Go on," he instructed. "Suck it!"
I was suddenly aware of his hot breath on my bare pussy, and almost against my will, my mouth opened and his round cockhead slipped past my lips. I moaned helplessly, squirming in his grip, but his firm hands held me still and his hot breath brushed distractingly over my bare pussy.
"Mhmmm," I moaned, tasting his cock. It wasn't. . . bad. It was actually pretty good. I ran my tongue over his stiffening shaft, tightening my lips around him and suckling gently.
He groaned, then lowered his mouth to my eposed pussy and kissed it. I moaned lustily around his cock in my mouth, pleading for him to reciprocate.
But instead, he slapped at my upturned pussy! "Go on!" he said with an evil chuckle. "Suck me!"
I screamed as his open-handed strike struck my sensitive pussy. Helpless to stop him, bound and in his hands, I obeyed. Slowly at first, uncertainly, I took his entire length into my mouth, sucking eagerly at his sweet-tasting cock as the tip of it pushed against the back of my throat.
What was happening to me? I wondered. How could I love the scent of him, the taste. How could I be pleading for him to take me any way he wanted, to use me?"
Then I lost all trace of thought as he began thrusting in and out of my mouth, pressing deeper and deeper with every stroke. The tip of his cock slid into my throat and for a moment I gagged on his shaft. Then he tensed, and climaxed, spurting his hot seed into my mouth.
I greedily swallowed it, hardly believing what I was doing. I justified it as a need to breathe. He slowly withdrew himself from my lips.
While I gasped for breath, he released the rope and lowered me to the ground. My hands were still tied behind my back and I collapsed on my belly and breasts.
He helped me roll over. I lay with my legs spread and my dress still bunched around my breasts. He looked down at my naked body, I looked at his saliva-coated cock and licked my lips.
"You rescued me twice," I said, a burning need driving my words. "I should reward you twice."
He smiled. "My thought exactly."
He bent down between my legs and his mouth met mine in a fiery kiss. Our heated tongues interlocked and his hands roughly moved beneath the bunched dress to squeeze my breasts, making me moan lustfully.
The head his cock easily slid into my eager pussy and he began to thrust in and out. We both grunted and moaned as his tempo increased, driving deeper and deeper into me. He quickly climaxed with a fierce grunt and my orgasm followed with a groan. His hot cum spewed into my pussy. After his shaft stilled, he slowly disengaged and I lay back on the hard ground, lost in a strange haze, like smoke after the fire of passion. My feet remained planted and knees spread as a trickle of his creamy seed dribbled from my pussy.
The dreamy post-coitus bliss was interrupted by his hands upon me.
"No, not now," I murmured, thinking he meant to go again.
But instead, he grabbed my dress with one hand and began to tear it off of me.
"Hey!" I cried. "What are you-"
He held a knife in one hand which he put to the cloth and cut my dress spart and tearing the shred from my body. Ignoring my struggles and complaint, he rolled me over onto my belly. I still had a long tail of rope tied to my left ankle. He took that and wrapped it around my right ankle, binding my legs together. Then he bent my legs until my feet almost touched my hands behind my back. He took the remainder of that rope and tied it to my wrist bonds, hog-tying me.
Still ignoring my protests, he took a scrap of my dress and pressed it to my lips.
"No- no! Don't you dare gag me! Don't do tha- mhmmm!" I cried, my helpless protests were cut off with a wad of my dress he stuffed past my lips and tied with a strip of fabric to hold the gag in my mouth.
He stood up and stepped away, surveying his work. I was completely naked and tied hands-to-feet behind my back on the ground, with a strip of my former dress binding a wad of the fabric in my mouth. My eyes looked up at him angrily. It was only then that I noticed a change that had come over his eyes. The red irises turned the brown of autumn leaves. He coughed, grunted, clutched at his chest, then fell to lie unmoving upon the ground.
Puzzled and terrified, I tugged at my bounds, squirming and clawing at the ropes, trying to find some escape, but found none. Then I remembered the knight's dagger, still clutched in his dead hand.
Grunting and gasping, I wriggled and rolled to his body. Dust, dirt and leaves started to coat my sweat-stained body. I was almost to the knife, when another person stepped forward and kicked the blade away.
With a frightened gasp, I rolled onto my back, flashing my round pert breasts and wet crotch to look up and see who the interloper was.
It was a she. Her wide eyes were the color of autumn leaves, the same color the knight's eyes had shifted. She had short, curly hair the color of green turquoise, and wore it in an elegant style. She had a slim figure and large breasts. Her form-fitting elegant dress was yellow and green, vaguely resembling something for a ballroom dance. And she bore a pair of decorative wings.
"Wow!" she said. "A slave! Free for the taking! I've always wanted a slave!"
"Mhmmm!" I mumbled into my gag, desperately shaking my head.
She ignored my muffled protests. "Well, Slave, I am so very glad to find you," she sat down beside me, reaching for the rope binding my wrists and feet. She giggled. "But really, it is very lucky I found you, isn't it, Slave? You could have gotten in all sorts of trouble if I hadn't found you?"
She giggled again, and began untying the rope binding my feet from my hands. I sighed with relief as I straightened my legs. She removed the rope from my ankle, which raised my hopes. Then she tied it around my neck as a leash.
"Come on, Slave," she said, standing and tugging the rope. "We have a long way to go to get home!" She pulled me to my feet and led me through the trees.
After a long walk, with her chattering mad nonsense the whole way, we emerged from the trees, and she led me toward a spacious plaster-covered building on the crest of a hill. We joined a narrow paved road and I could see a large imposing gateway. A banner hung from a tower, listless in the still air. This was the Castle Dalisdiar, which I had sought to reach. Though in a very different status than I had intended.
Continued in Chapter 3
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