Wild Sorcery - Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The Delivery

The Sorcerer's Fortress lay deep within the Forbidden Swamps. There they retreated every year at this time to hold a grand banquet and plan what evils they would spring forth upon the world in the year to come. For common people to reach it, they had to walk along a narrow rickety walkway, stretching from rock to rock. It zig-zagged seemingly for miles through the swamps.

Thom turned and glanced at me. “Are you ready?” he asked.

Ready? Ready to go and be given, helplessly bound and gagged to the Sorcerers? No way! But there was no other choice and no more time, so I reluctantly nodded.

Thom and I stepped onto the road and I almost lost my footing on the slimy boards. There were lines of rope stretched from poles to prevent people falling off, fortunate indeed, for even without the slippery footing, I was still uncertain in my hobble and ballet boots. The swamps were bedecked in a thick mist that cut off sight and confused all sound. Every painfully tiny step I took seemed to echo hollowly in the wet, still air.

We trod from island to rock, back and forth, deeper and deeper into the swamp. Something rose up out of the swamp water;

“Don’t worry,” Thom said, pulling on my leash to get me moving again. “They will not bother anyone upon the Sorcerer’s Road.”

We walked on through the mist, unbothered by the monstrous things we heard in the swamps. Ahead of us, we finally caught sight of the end of the Sorcerer’s Road, at the Sorcerer’s Island. A gigantic black rock that arose from out of the swamp, rising hundreds of feet above us into the air. Far above us, standing on the end of the road, a human figure loomed large in the mist.

“Struggle!” Thom hissed. “You must appear to be unwilling!”

“Mhmmm?!” I exclaimed through my gag. Struggle? I could barely keep my balance! And appear I was unwilling?

Still, I grunted into my gag and shook my bound hands, almost losing my balance doing it. We struggled up a switchback of the walkway, then made a hairpin turn and walked further and further up the side of the Sorcerer’s Island. As we came closer, the figure grew bigger and more detailed. There was something vaguely familiar about it that niggled at my memory and began to worry me.

“Come on!” Thom hissed. “Struggle!” but I hardly heard him. I was staring nervously at the man awaiting us.

We took a few steps more, then of a sudden the mist parted before us, and I saw him clearly.

It was the Mad Sorcerer Valorious! He who had transformed me! I would know him anywhere. His shoulder-length amber hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He was energetic, standing with an elusive ease that belied the power at his command. His long-fingered elegant hands rested at his sides with pruple-painted nails. And he knew it was me. I could see it in his wide vermillion eyes. They looked over me gloatingly, glinting with lust.

I screamed and threw myself backwards, back down the Sorcerer’s Road and away from him. Only Thom’s grip on my leash kept me from falling flat on my face, but I didn’t care. I wanted away from him! I kicked as best I could with my hobbled feet; I tossed my head, thrashing in my bonds, pulling with all my might against the leash, and screaming helplessly.

“Whoa!” Thom cried, restraining me with an effort; he braced his feet and dragged me onward. “Come on, slut!” he shouted and added in a whisper, “Good, keep it up!”

“Mhmm!” I screamed, tugging wildly at the leash. “Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!” I cried, shaking my head, but he responded by tugging harder on my leash.

By all the Gods! Would he not understand?! I threw myself down, almost overbalancing him and pulling us both over the side of the Sorcerer’s Road into the swamp below.

With a startled curse, he dragged me up to my knees. “Don’t overact!” Thom hissed to me.

Acting?! I screamed, “Aa-ing!” He thought I was still acting?!

“Get a move on, you slut!” he ordered loudly, tugging on the leash and lashing me with its free end.

He pulled me to my feet and dragged me onward. He was a lot stronger than I, and bound as I was, I could not resist him. He dragged me, still struggling and fighting, up to the Sorcerer Valorious, who stopped him with a raised hand.

“Such a beautiful little slut!” Valorious said with a smile.

“Yes, my lord,” Thom agreed.

Valorious took my leash from Thom. I tried to pull away, but he held me easily with a wicked smile.

“Mhmm!” I moaned pleadingly of Thom, but he only laughed, playing his role to the hilt.

Valorious ran his hand down my leather-clad chin. I tried to shrink back from him, but he easily held me still.

“Oh yes, a pretty little whore,” he murmured, staring into my eyes. I stared back breathlessly, held by his luminous, staring eyes. “She is perfect.” He turned to Thom. “You have done your work well.”

Thom bowed. “Thank you, my lord.”

I tried to scream warning to Thom, but he did not understand a word. I watched, transfixed, as Valorious raised a hand toward Thom and spoke an ugly word that made my ears burn. A dark cloud of his power burst from Valorious’ hand and flew straight toward Thom.

Thom shrank back and screamed as Valorious’ power settled over him. He shrank more, his form shriveling before my eyes, his screams of terror and pain growing as his clothes fell in a heap upon the ground.

Something moved in the clothes and a green bullfrog crawled out.

“Ribbit!” it croaked. The frog that was Thom tried to turn and run away, but with a laugh, Valorious raised his foot over him.

I flinched and looked away, squeezing my eyes shut.

SPLAT!

Valorious scraped his heel back and forth, then drew his foot back from the bloody stain that was all that was left of my good friend and comrade.

“Peasant,” he said contemptuously and turned to me, tightening his hold on my leash. “Look at me, you whore!” he ordered, jerking on my leash.

Unwillingly, I turned to him and opened my eyes.

He pulled me close, peering gloatingly into my eyes. “If you thought you could hide fom me, you were wrong, and if you think that you can escape from me, you are wrong, and if you think I cannot control you-” he waved a hand over my pussy and a sudden burst of pleasure rocked through me.

“Mhmm!” I moaned and my knees shook, almost dropping me to the decking.

“-Then you are wrong,” he finished with a gloating grin. “I can pleasure or torture you at will,” he went on, making another pass of his hand over me.

Now I screamed! A hundred red-hot needles pierced through my body, tearing me apart!

Valorious watched with an evil grin as I shook and shuddered, screaming helplessly as his power struck pain through me. “I created you,” he said by way of explanation. “And I can control you. With these bonds or not,” he said, jerking again on the leash, “You are mine.” He paused and smiled again. “Though I choose to leave the bonds on you to remind you of your place. Slave.”

He turned away, jerking on my chain.

Screaming and struggling, I was dragged hobbling after him, to whatever fate he chose for me.

Continued in Chapter 28

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