Dude'sonfire
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Hey people! lol I had so much damn fun writing the last one i thought i'd try again already. As before, dont be afraid to critisize.
Anaria looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her wavy black hair fell around her pale face, the way her plain white dress showed the taper in her waist, the slight curving of her hips and a teasing amount of her bosom. She thought she suited the glasses as well. She gave herself a little wink before turning away.
Her bedroom and study was a simple afair, little more than a bed and a desk covered with paper. The grey stone walls held little decoration; a torch flickered her, and a window showed the stars of a cold night there. She gave little heed to them as she walked through a stout wooden door, opposite the window. She wandered down a couple bare stone passages, before climbing a flight of spiraling stairs and entering her place of work.
Arderius had already begun his presentation, and was busy rambling on about the ingenius formula he had used to make the strange, viscous liquid which boiled away in a huge pot above a gaping fireplace in the right hand wall. Bottle and vials full of odd potions littered the various tables, and a chair covered in restraints lay to the left of them. As she entered the long bearded mage gave her a sharp glance.
"What time, in the name of Barbolous and his two ounce brain, do you call this! The Lord Merik does not tolerate the unpuctual! Get to your desk, and take the minutes already!"
She was on time of course, but then she always was. She didnt mind his yelling at her; he didnt actually do anything inconserate to her after all, it was only his words which flailed about like a mace on a six foot chain.
She smiled at him, and her eyes seemd to glitter, "Yes, of course sir."
He grumbled, then resumed his presentation. The man sitting before him in a very comfortably cushioned chair was an middle aged, overwheight, bearded man, dressed in elaborate robes and with two guards on either side of him. He looked at her with a badly disguised hint of lust, then resumed his attention on Arderius. She sat at her desk and began scribling away, in possibly the most attractive way a person can sit down and scrible.
"Now!" proclaimed Arderius, "A demostration! Anaria, bring in the subject!" He had a way of gesturing wildly with his hands after every stressed word.
Anaria finished her sentence, then stood and dissapeared into a side door, before shortly re-emerging with a short, clearly badly fed and treated slave girl, who was dressed in briefs and a dirty rag which stopped at her thighs and bound in chains. She was gagged, and when she recognised the chair, she looked terrified. She didn't resist however; she knew the punishment for resistance.
This slave girl had originally been a high ranking noble, a person of wealth and power among the people, but her older husband had been discovered as a rather heavy evader of the lords taxes, and so, after he was given to the gallows, she was sold into slavery, for having prior knoledge. She had of course been afraid to speak of her husbands crimes simply in case he ever found out, because he had been violent, and partial towards ales and spirits.
Anaria knew of this obviously, but she wasn't too concerned. After all, why should the beautiful waste their looks over stressing about the unfortunate? Now that would be an injustice, she thought.
She led the girl over to the chair and attached her wrist chains to a restraint behind her head, then roped her arms so they were imobile. She then strapped in the lower legs and roped the thighs. She had become very efficient at applying the restraints; it took her practically no time at all.
"Good good good now get away, go on, get back." Arderius rubbed his hands together, eager for the praise and extra comision he was sure to get when Merik saw the results. He scuttled over to the cauldron and scooped out a jug fool of the bubling green liquid. Despite the boiling, it was quite cool. He returned, holding up a finger, "Now watch this my lord!"
He pushed up the girls rag, revealing her fragile, soft, defenceless stomach, and was thankful that she was wearing briefs; he for one could not stand nudity while company was present. He took a brush from a table, dipped it in the green liquid then applied it to the girls stomach with smooth, loving strokes.
The woman's stomach tensed, then she began struggling in her bonds as muffled laughs and squeals came from behind the gag. It worsened gradually as the formula sank in, and the apparatus began to shake as the girl tried to thrash, her limbs held fast to its surface, her squels becoming cries and fits of restrained hysterics. Anaria felt a growing tingling beneath her underwear as she watched out of the corner of her eye, her hand busy recording the results. She crossed her legs, then shifted in her seat slightly.
Merik stroked his beard curiously. He was well aware that tickling could be a form of interrogation, but he had never thought it could be done through a mage's alchemy. He watched as Arderius applied the liquid to the back of the slave's knees, then her feet. Her whole body was moving as much as it could in the restraints, and occasionally distorted words like, 'Please! It's... I cant...stand... no!' would become semi-audible through the fabric in her mouth, with laughter in between. She was still struggling as he spoke, "Arderius, I have seen women react just as badly to the devices and servants of my Master of the Question. And he enjoys his work. Why would this magical concoction be an improvement over his services?"
Arderius raised his voice to be heard over the girl's muffled pleas, "Why less people to pay my lord! And also, you should not assume my services are so limited! The best is yet to come!" He grinned broadly, even chuckled slightly. This was going to impress Merik.
Anaria bit her bottom lip. She felt her sex moisten and throb. She wished she were tickling the girl right now, wished she had the power, wished she could stand over the girl and orgasm wonderfully as the victim screamed for release from her torment. Why wish? she thought. I know how to get in here. I could take part of the formula... her mind ran wild with fantasy, to the point where she wanted, no, needed just to be able to let her hand wander and roam the passages between her beautiful thighs. She shook her head, and resumed writing.
Arderius was filling a syringe with the awful green liquid, and the girl was too busy chocking for breath behind her gag to see him. He inserted the needle into the fixed upper arm of the girl, pressed until he reached the vein, then squeezed, letting the formula loose into her bloodstream.
A few moments past, then the girls eyes widened horribly in the beginnings of a sensory overload. Her mad struggles became convulsions, quick, uncontrolable spasms, as the tickling spread and tormented her from every single nerve in her body. He undid her gag for maximum effect.
Her breaths came short and acute, as if she were hyperventilating. Inbetween these trembling expressions came, "Plea... Plea... I ... Cant... Ta... This!" Her screaming hysterics returned then, thought they came in bursts, the huge, drawn smile on her lips contrasting heavily with the desperation around her eyes.
Anaria thought she was going to exlpode. If she even touched herself once, she thought it would suffice. She decided she had to. The attention of the three men was fixed entirely upon the woman's suffering anyway, and her back was to them at an angle so they would never notice. She pulled up her dress with her trembling left hand and slid beneath her white silk panties, her other hand pretending to be hard at work. Her fingers felt so damn good. They only had to circle her clitoris a few times while the screaming laughter and begging of the slave echoed through her mind, and the waves of orgasm cascaded through her, her body juddering ever so slightly as she closed her eyes and took in sharp, accented gasps. Even as the last wave petered out to glorious bliss the slave woman passed out, and Arderius ordered Anaria to remove the poor thing, his voice shaky. She quickly rearanged her dress and nodded hastily, getting up, then stumbling slightly, then going to do as he asked.
As she was unstrapping the girl, Merik, both eyebrows raised, said, after a cought to clear his throat, "W-well, I see..." He stood up, and extended a hand. "Mage Arderius, I believe we can do business."
You're not the only one, thought Anaria as she carried the slave's shattered body away, a devilish grin spreading slowly across her face.
End part one.
Anaria looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the way her wavy black hair fell around her pale face, the way her plain white dress showed the taper in her waist, the slight curving of her hips and a teasing amount of her bosom. She thought she suited the glasses as well. She gave herself a little wink before turning away.
Her bedroom and study was a simple afair, little more than a bed and a desk covered with paper. The grey stone walls held little decoration; a torch flickered her, and a window showed the stars of a cold night there. She gave little heed to them as she walked through a stout wooden door, opposite the window. She wandered down a couple bare stone passages, before climbing a flight of spiraling stairs and entering her place of work.
Arderius had already begun his presentation, and was busy rambling on about the ingenius formula he had used to make the strange, viscous liquid which boiled away in a huge pot above a gaping fireplace in the right hand wall. Bottle and vials full of odd potions littered the various tables, and a chair covered in restraints lay to the left of them. As she entered the long bearded mage gave her a sharp glance.
"What time, in the name of Barbolous and his two ounce brain, do you call this! The Lord Merik does not tolerate the unpuctual! Get to your desk, and take the minutes already!"
She was on time of course, but then she always was. She didnt mind his yelling at her; he didnt actually do anything inconserate to her after all, it was only his words which flailed about like a mace on a six foot chain.
She smiled at him, and her eyes seemd to glitter, "Yes, of course sir."
He grumbled, then resumed his presentation. The man sitting before him in a very comfortably cushioned chair was an middle aged, overwheight, bearded man, dressed in elaborate robes and with two guards on either side of him. He looked at her with a badly disguised hint of lust, then resumed his attention on Arderius. She sat at her desk and began scribling away, in possibly the most attractive way a person can sit down and scrible.
"Now!" proclaimed Arderius, "A demostration! Anaria, bring in the subject!" He had a way of gesturing wildly with his hands after every stressed word.
Anaria finished her sentence, then stood and dissapeared into a side door, before shortly re-emerging with a short, clearly badly fed and treated slave girl, who was dressed in briefs and a dirty rag which stopped at her thighs and bound in chains. She was gagged, and when she recognised the chair, she looked terrified. She didn't resist however; she knew the punishment for resistance.
This slave girl had originally been a high ranking noble, a person of wealth and power among the people, but her older husband had been discovered as a rather heavy evader of the lords taxes, and so, after he was given to the gallows, she was sold into slavery, for having prior knoledge. She had of course been afraid to speak of her husbands crimes simply in case he ever found out, because he had been violent, and partial towards ales and spirits.
Anaria knew of this obviously, but she wasn't too concerned. After all, why should the beautiful waste their looks over stressing about the unfortunate? Now that would be an injustice, she thought.
She led the girl over to the chair and attached her wrist chains to a restraint behind her head, then roped her arms so they were imobile. She then strapped in the lower legs and roped the thighs. She had become very efficient at applying the restraints; it took her practically no time at all.
"Good good good now get away, go on, get back." Arderius rubbed his hands together, eager for the praise and extra comision he was sure to get when Merik saw the results. He scuttled over to the cauldron and scooped out a jug fool of the bubling green liquid. Despite the boiling, it was quite cool. He returned, holding up a finger, "Now watch this my lord!"
He pushed up the girls rag, revealing her fragile, soft, defenceless stomach, and was thankful that she was wearing briefs; he for one could not stand nudity while company was present. He took a brush from a table, dipped it in the green liquid then applied it to the girls stomach with smooth, loving strokes.
The woman's stomach tensed, then she began struggling in her bonds as muffled laughs and squeals came from behind the gag. It worsened gradually as the formula sank in, and the apparatus began to shake as the girl tried to thrash, her limbs held fast to its surface, her squels becoming cries and fits of restrained hysterics. Anaria felt a growing tingling beneath her underwear as she watched out of the corner of her eye, her hand busy recording the results. She crossed her legs, then shifted in her seat slightly.
Merik stroked his beard curiously. He was well aware that tickling could be a form of interrogation, but he had never thought it could be done through a mage's alchemy. He watched as Arderius applied the liquid to the back of the slave's knees, then her feet. Her whole body was moving as much as it could in the restraints, and occasionally distorted words like, 'Please! It's... I cant...stand... no!' would become semi-audible through the fabric in her mouth, with laughter in between. She was still struggling as he spoke, "Arderius, I have seen women react just as badly to the devices and servants of my Master of the Question. And he enjoys his work. Why would this magical concoction be an improvement over his services?"
Arderius raised his voice to be heard over the girl's muffled pleas, "Why less people to pay my lord! And also, you should not assume my services are so limited! The best is yet to come!" He grinned broadly, even chuckled slightly. This was going to impress Merik.
Anaria bit her bottom lip. She felt her sex moisten and throb. She wished she were tickling the girl right now, wished she had the power, wished she could stand over the girl and orgasm wonderfully as the victim screamed for release from her torment. Why wish? she thought. I know how to get in here. I could take part of the formula... her mind ran wild with fantasy, to the point where she wanted, no, needed just to be able to let her hand wander and roam the passages between her beautiful thighs. She shook her head, and resumed writing.
Arderius was filling a syringe with the awful green liquid, and the girl was too busy chocking for breath behind her gag to see him. He inserted the needle into the fixed upper arm of the girl, pressed until he reached the vein, then squeezed, letting the formula loose into her bloodstream.
A few moments past, then the girls eyes widened horribly in the beginnings of a sensory overload. Her mad struggles became convulsions, quick, uncontrolable spasms, as the tickling spread and tormented her from every single nerve in her body. He undid her gag for maximum effect.
Her breaths came short and acute, as if she were hyperventilating. Inbetween these trembling expressions came, "Plea... Plea... I ... Cant... Ta... This!" Her screaming hysterics returned then, thought they came in bursts, the huge, drawn smile on her lips contrasting heavily with the desperation around her eyes.
Anaria thought she was going to exlpode. If she even touched herself once, she thought it would suffice. She decided she had to. The attention of the three men was fixed entirely upon the woman's suffering anyway, and her back was to them at an angle so they would never notice. She pulled up her dress with her trembling left hand and slid beneath her white silk panties, her other hand pretending to be hard at work. Her fingers felt so damn good. They only had to circle her clitoris a few times while the screaming laughter and begging of the slave echoed through her mind, and the waves of orgasm cascaded through her, her body juddering ever so slightly as she closed her eyes and took in sharp, accented gasps. Even as the last wave petered out to glorious bliss the slave woman passed out, and Arderius ordered Anaria to remove the poor thing, his voice shaky. She quickly rearanged her dress and nodded hastily, getting up, then stumbling slightly, then going to do as he asked.
As she was unstrapping the girl, Merik, both eyebrows raised, said, after a cought to clear his throat, "W-well, I see..." He stood up, and extended a hand. "Mage Arderius, I believe we can do business."
You're not the only one, thought Anaria as she carried the slave's shattered body away, a devilish grin spreading slowly across her face.
End part one.
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