Wild Sorcery - Chapter 29

Chapter 29

The Lady Dalisdiar, The Stone Sorcer(ess), and My Escape

The Lady Dalisdiar pulled me, struggling and screaming through winding black corridors of the Sorcerer’s Fortress, past the cloaked and cowled and costumed forms of other sorcerers, their demonic servants, the Doom Children and the Demons Of The Blind Avatar, through the scuttling hordes of their lesser servants and slaves, to her own quarters in a tower high over the rock of Sorcerer’s Island.

I wriggled in her merciless grasp, digging in my heels, struggling and screaming, pleading for someone, anyone, to take me away from her. For  the Lady Dalisdiar, the Goddess, as she forced me to call her, was completely fucking insane. No one I had ever met frightened me more than she did when she held me bound and helpless, at her mercy. That is, if she had any mercy.

She pulled my helpless struggling figure through her door, then kicked it shut behind her. “Oh, Slave!” she squealed like a little girl, hugging me to her breast. “I missed you so!” Did you miss your Goddess, Slave?”

Of course, gagged as I was, I could not answer, but I closed my eyes tearfully, sure that she would be my doom.

“Answer me, Slave!” She shouted, throwing me to the floor.

I fell hard, bound and helpless to break my fall. I cried helplessly, shaking my head the little I could wearing the tight collar that held my chin all but still.

“Oh, poor Slave!” she cried out, kneeling beside me and pulling me into her arms again. “My poor hurt Slave, I will make you all better!” she said, unclasping the collar.

She unbuckled the ballgag wedged in my mouth and pulled it out with a pop as the oversized ball slipped past my teeth. I coughed, licking my dry lips and working my aching jaw.

“Wasn’t that nice of me, Slave?” the Goddess asked.

“Yes-” I coughed, cleared my throat. “Yes, Goddess, it was very nice, thank you!”

She shoved me away. I fell to the floor again with a startled cry; fortunately, I did not fall so far this time. While I wriggled and struggled onto my side, she stood up again and grabbed a long whip. She rolled me over onto my back and bound arms, then stood over me, putting her high-heeled foot on my belly and laying the end of her whip against my leather-covered breast.

“Didn’t you miss your Goddess, Slave?” she asked me from the other side of the whip.

“Yes, Goddess!” I gasped. “I missed you, Goddess. Terribly, Goddess!”

She turned away from me, and let her dress fall away. She stood over me in absolutely naked, then she sat upon her bed.

“You love my pussy, don’t you, Slave? You want nothing more than to lick my pussy, don’t you, Slave?”

“Yes, Goddess!” I said. “Please let me lick your pussy, Goddess,” I pleaded. “I want your pussy more than anything, Goddess!”

She laid back on her bed and spread her legs wide. “Come lick my pussy, Slave,” she said.

“Thank you, Goddess,” I said, awkwardly climbing onto the bed and between her spread legs. I wiggled clumsily toward her open pussy.

“You missed my pussy, didn’t you, Slave?” the Goddess said.

“Yes, Goddess,” I said. “I missed your pussy terribly.”

“Good.” Without warning, she grabbed me by the hair and forced my face between her legs.

“Mmph!” I cried in surprise, then I cried again in pain as she whipped my leather-clad ass.

“Show me how much you love my pussy, Slave!” she ordered.

I licked her bare pussy once, then, heat rising from my loins, I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and then up against her clit. The Goddess moaned as I licked, sucked and nibbled at her pussy. She came with a wild cry, then released me. I backed off the bed and crawled away from her while she came down from her high. She noticed I was gone, and peered over the side of the bed.

“Oh, Slave?” she called mockingly. “Didn’t you forget something?” She slid off the bed and came after me, crawling on all fours like a cat.

I squirmed away from her but she caught me easily. “Now, was that nice, Slave?” she murmured, holding me by my hair. “No, it isn’t. That is not nice, Slave!” She stood to her feet and dragged me back to the bed, ignoring my helpless cries of pain as she pulled on my hair.

She dragged me onto the bed and pulled me into her lap. Holding my head, she forced me to face her.

“Shouldn’t you thank your Goddess, Slave?’ she cooed. “For letting you lick my pussy?”

“Thank you, Goddess,” I moaned.

“Thanks for what, Slave?” she asked, squeezed my jaw.

“Thank you for letting me lick your pussy, Goddess!” I cried.

“Good Slave,” she said with a smile, and raised the ballgag to my mouth.

It was pointless to resist her shoving the hateful thing into my mouth, working it past my teeth, then reaching around my head to buckle it tight. But as she let go, I realized that this was my chance, now or never. I drew back my head and slammed my forehead into hers. She cried out in surprise and shock. I reeled, but gathered myself and struck her again. She fell back against her bed and lay still.

I watched her for a time, panting for breath, frightened that she might wake up, but she didn’t. I clumsily turned and squirmed my way to the edge of the bed, carefully stood up and made my escape. Bound as I was, the door was troublesome, but I managed to open the latch with my chin, and hobbled out.

However, I had not gotten far when a hand clasped my bound arm and whirled me about. “Why, Adrienne!” the Stone Sorcerer cried delightedly on seeing me. “What a pleasure to see you again!”

I moaned and stamped my booted heel. Why was I finding all my old enemies here?

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The Stone Sorcerer led me through the stone ruins of the fortress to what were apparently his rooms. He bade me sit in a chair, then reached for my neck and removed my collar. I stared at him, not quite believing he could be releasing me as he did just that, removing my gag with a pop as it slipped past my teeth, unlocking the ankle cuffs, then unstrapping my armbinder.

I heaved a sigh of relief as he took that away, moaning at the jolt that ran through my arms as my elbows parted after far too long touching.

“Thank you,” I said, pulling off my hood.

“My pleasure, Adrienne,” he said, moving away to a cabinet from which he pulled forth a dusty bottle of wine.

I pulled my boots off with a moan of relief and spent a minute just moving my bare feet, relieving them from the hours of agony spent on point. “Why release me?’ I asked.

“I have uses for you that don’t require straps and chains,” he said, pouring the wine into two goblets “Here,” he said, holding one out to me. “Take a drink. You need it.”

I could not disagree, so I stood and took the goblet. I swallowed it all. It had a strange aftertaste, and I began to feel a heat in my belly. “Wait a minute-” I said slowly.

“Brilliant!” he shouted, stepping back. I glanced down and realized that I stood in the center of a pentagram.

“What are you doing?” I cried.

“Taking your magic for my own!” he said with a wicked grin.

Before I could move, he raised his arms and chanted something. There was a flash like lightning and a boom like thunder that knocked all astray. When I could, I stood again and glanced around. The Stone Sorcerer’s apartment had been reduced to splinters. I saw him collapsed on the floor, groaning under a pile of his robes. I crouched beside him, and pulled the folds of his robe clear.

With a groan the Stone Sorcerer pushed herself up and glanced at me, blinking her eyes.

She had really taken the magic on me onto herself. Her almond-shaped eyes were still the color of chocolate. She kept her pointed nose and long-fingered hands, but her long, amethyst hair now ran down her back.

“What happened-” she began, then clapped her hands to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

Thinking quickly, I rose to my feet and strode over to the pile of straps he had taken off of me. When I brought them back, she was staring helplessly at her new body, running her long-fingered hands into her black robe over her breasts and down between her legs. I dumped the straps and chains beside her and she looked up at me with tears shining in her brown eyes.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen!” she wailed helplessly.

I picked up the black leather hood and held it to her. “Put this on,” I ordered.

Still in shock, she did not resist as I slipped it on over her head, pulling her purple hair out through the back so it tumbled down in a ponytail across her shoulders and down her back.

“Wait,” she began, beginning to recover. “What are you doi-MMPH!” I shoved the ballgag into her mouth.

“Quiet!” I snapped. “Or I’ll hurt you!”

She briefly struggled, but now she was smaller, and I easily overpowered her: I forced her over onto her belly and new breasts. I buckled the strap of the ballgag, ensuring she could not get it out, then grabbed her flailing hands and pulled them together in the small of her back. Holding them there with one hand, I grabbed the armbinder with the other, and quickly slid it up over her arms despite her muffled cries and helpless struggles. I wrapped the straps of the armbinder about her, pulling them taut and buckling them shut. She was quite helpless. I grabbed her by the handle her hair made and pulled her head up. She whined and arched her back, trying to avoid the pain of hair-pulling.

“Now listen to me very well,” I whispered softly, intently into her ear. “I know a lot about pain in a woman’s body-” I stuck a hand down the front of her robe and pinched her nipple, squeezing and turning it, tearing a cry from my captive’s gagged lips. “-so don’t cross me. Do you understand?”

The Stone Sorceress moaned and nodded frantically.

“Good,” I said, rolling off of her.

I took up the high-heeled boots and slid them onto her feet, one at a time. She did not resist and in moments I had both knee-high boots laced up. I hurriedly grabbed the long chain, and clipped one end to the end of the armbinder. Then I grabbed her by her bound arms and pulled her up and sat her on the bed. The other end of the chain was split, as I have said before, in two and ended in broad black leather ankle cuffs; these I buckled around the boots. The Stone Sorceress was now as helpless in my hands as I had been in hers, or the Lady Dalisdiar’s, or the Mad Sorcerer Valorious’, or... poor Thom’s.

Suddenly ruthless, remembering my mission, I grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her to her feet. She trembled, barely balancing on her toes and I held her upright until she had some measure of balance.

“Don’t move,” I said, picking up the dagger from where I’d left it. She flinched, but then held as still as she could while I put the tip of the blade to her gray robes and cut them off from her.

A few cuts and the robes fell away. I stopped for a moment, taken aback by her, now revealed. Her body was shorter and slimmer, with extra curves, petite breasts, a narrow waist and a trim, soft-haired pussy.

“You have a beautiful body,” I said, running a hand gently over her breasts.

She moaned and turned away, but could not conceal how my touch aroused her. With a smirk, I turned away toward the door.

“Now, come on!” I ordered, tugging on her leash.

She moaned, but followed, stumbling in her new boots.

Continued in Chapter 30

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