An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex, Ch.1
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Oct 8, 2008
Revision 2: Aug 30, 2009

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This
story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real
world, and should not be taken as reality.

Codes: M/F, Mdom, nc, mc, bd, oral, magic, sad, ds, va  

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Chained to the wall, lit by the eerie blue lights that illuminated this
dismal dungeon, Seyira glared at her captor. He stood a fair deal taller
than her, a bony-handed, wiry old man leering sadistically at her body,
which was bared where her undergarments had been torn away. The man's grey
eyes glittered wickedly beneath his hood as they raked over her, a smirk
upon his lips.  Her hands were held firmly above her by chains, shackles
about her wrists, cold like the fury in her brilliant blue eyes, cold like
the unnatural light of the gleaming magic jewels that sat upon ornate silver
pedestals across the room, casting their light over her.  A ring gag was set
in her mouth, held in place by black leather straps which disappeared
beneath the locks of palest golden hair at the back of her head.  Wounds
from the bite of some fierce creature were salved and bandaged on her body,
and aside from those gauzy wrappings and some torn shreds of a simple
undergarment, she was naked.

"So, you thought to steal from us, little thief?" rasped the old wizard as
he held up the pouch of gold and jewels that had been taken from her when he
and his grotesque guards had stripped her.  Her black leather attire and her
cloak lay spread neatly on the obsidian shelf across her, maddeningly out of
reach. Obsidian statues of foul beasts and demonic gargoyles leered at her
in the grim shadows, as if taunting her.  It was true that she'd tried to
rob him after creeping in the window of his tower earlier that night, but
her real mission was of a darker nature.  A poster in the forum in the city
of Meldegar, promising a great reward for the death of Khradex, the
magic-wielder who'd been threatening the surrounding lands with his growing
power, had caught her eye during her travels in search of fortune.  She'd
gone alone, a deadly mistake of overconfidence, perhaps.  It certainly
seemed so, now, and she cursed her refusal to share the reward with anyone
else, even as she still hoped there might be an opportunity to make good of
the situation.  The journey into Khradex' somber lands had been long, and
the time spent acclimating herself to the dark city over which his tower
reared less than pleasant.  She'd looked forward to returning triumphant
with the wizard's head and what valuables she might find in his tower after
a stealthy kill, and she wasn't about to admit defeat yet.

Her hopes seemed to matter little at the moment, though, for she'd been
surrounded in a corridor by several of Khradex' guard beasts, snarling,
bulldog-like creatures that had subdued her after a brief fight and called
the attention of their Master with savage growls.  Not long afterward she
found herself in the position she was in now, a humiliated prisoner whose
lot was likely to become worse soon.  She wasn't about to let the old wizard
gloat, though.  No tears stained the lovely softness of her rounded,
petite-nosed face, only rage and hate for her captor as she took the
situation as stoically as she could despite her hidden inner fears.

Cold hands caressed her breasts, making her cringe slightly, beautifully, as
Khradex came forward and pinched her nipples firmly.  His hands carried a
frigid sensation to her as they caressed over her petite breasts, stiffening
her nipples as she moaned wordlessly through the ring gag in her mouth.  A
subtle magic was coursing through those gnarled old ring-adorned fingers as
he caressed her, giving his touch an unnaturally cold feel as he stroked
her, drawing the heat away from her creamy skin, lit eerily the reflecting
blue lights.  Even now, she felt the pangs of greed as her piercing blue
eyes peered down at those rings.  A smile flashed beneath the shadows of
Khradex' hood, white teeth that would easily fit the common standard for
perfect were it not for the oddly-filed points upon his canines, an
animalistic flourish that belied his scholarly demeanor.

Helpless, Seyira gazed at him with a quiet fury beneath her long golden
lashes.  'Dirty old man...' she thought as the wizard groped her breasts
roughly with those cold, shriveled hands.  She held herself as rigid as she
could, not wishing to give her tormentor the satisfaction of seeing her
squirm and struggle in his grasp.  Glistening saliva trickled down her chin
to drop on her bosom, the gag not allowing her any quarter to swallow as she
bit down on it.

Reaching his finger to her chin, Khradex smiled wickedly up at her before
leaning forwards to kiss her, mashing his lips to hers as he wiggled his
tongue through the hole in the gag.  She did squirm now, not liking this
sort of intimacy with someone she despised, finding it even more offensive
than the cold touches on her breasts.  At least those were devoid of
emotion, an endurable pawing.  This was far too close, especially for one
who lived as cynically as Seyira did.  The touches at her bosom continued as
well, though, the old magician squeezing her breasts nastily now, his rings
even colder on her than the ensorcelled skin of his hands.

"What a lovely mouth you have, little one." the wizard taunted as he drew
back from the kiss, admiring the full, pale-pink lips that framed the gag he
had placed on her.  Chuckling softly, he slapped her firmly across her perky
bosom, right hand to left breast, left hand to right breast, back and forth
several times, managing to get a few small yelps from Seyira's gagged-open
mouth.  Then he threw open his robes, letting them fall away, though the
hooded cape remained upon him, shadowing his face.

Her cold eyes widened in surprise.  He was fitter than she expected, his
wiry form crisscrossed with rune-marked leather strips like some fetishist's
harness but otherwise bare.  Even more, the erection which stood waiting was
larger than she would have believed, not the shriveled old thing she had
been anticipating.  Jet black and crimson tattoos marked his torso, some
sort of mystical markings she was sure.  But her eyes were drawn down to the
throbbing, ropey-veined member that had been unveiled, and her brows knit in
an angry scowl.  He intended to rape her, then.  She'd suspected as much,
but somewhere in the back of her mind she had hoped that he would not.  Oh,
how she despised him!  But there was no escape, and she struggled to free
her hands from the shackles in vain.

"Like what you see?" he taunted, observing her gaze on his thick veiny cock.
This was most enjoyable, he thought, seeing the arrogant little rogue so
uncomfortable at his command.  Stepping a few paces aside, he reached to
some controls on the wall, framed in ornately etched obsidian.  The chains
readjusted themselves at a tug on a heavy wooden lever, lowering her to her
knees and scuffing them on the hard stone floor.  With quiet, wicked
laughter the mage turned with a swish of his cape to bring his otherwise
naked form over to her and grab her firmly by her hair.  Not giving the
moment any further ceremony, he shoved his hardened erection firmly through
the opening in her gag, the girth of it barely fitting through as he
violated the soft, warm confines of her helplessly open mouth.

"Nnnnnng!" she groaned as she felt and tasted his probing member in her
mouth, his bony hand gripping her head firmly, the gag and shackles allowing
her no other means of protest as he slid in.  Eyes open wide, she glared up
at him with rage as he began to thrust roughly into her mouth, the knock of
his thick-headed shaft against the entrance of her throat making her gag and
drawing her concentration away as she tried to resist the reflex.  She tried
to bite, clamping her jaws down as hard as she could, but it was in vain,
the gag easily holding her mouth open and vulnerable.  Her eyes screwed shut
for a few moments, but when she opened them, her gaze was still icy looking
at him.

"Enjoying yourself, little thief bitch?" Khradex sneered as he began to pull
her hair, his thrusts rougher, his ample sac slapping lightly on her chin. 
He must use some sort of magical brew to enhance his virility, Seyira
thought, glowering at him.  Such an old man shouldn't be so fit, so potent,
so... handsome?  She shoved that thought vehemently out of her mind as she
shut her eyes.  How could she think that?  He was raping her mouth at that
very moment, thrusting into her throat.  She hated it, she told herself,
hated it, hated it, hated it.  And yet...  She forced herself to stop
thinking, to focus on something else, until this was over.  It was
difficult, with that thick erection plunging into the warm intimacy of her
mouth relentlessly, the stone floor cold under her knees.

The old wizard was grinning down at her, his hands buried in her long pallid
locks as he held her head steady and thrust into her vigorously, watching
her as she scrunched her eyes shut.  "Look at me, bitch." he taunted, and
when she did not respond, he began to pull her hair even harder as he said
in a slightly louder and firmer voice, "I said look at me!" There was still
no response, so he pushed his cock deep into her mouth, pressing it against
her unwilling throat as his magic spell aided in closing off her supply of
air, dizzying her dangerously.  "Look at me..." he hissed, and finally her
eyes opened to look at him hatefully.

She bit down on the gag even as the malicious spell released her once again,
though the cock remained pressed against her throat for a few seconds longer
before it began thrusting viciously once again.  The gag kept her teeth
firmly parted, the only thing that kept her from biting savagely into the
invading member as she gazed angrily up at him.  "Nnnnnnng!" she moaned,
wishing to swear, to threaten, to vent in any way possible, but all she
could do was make senseless noises that only pleasured his thick, veiny cock
the more with their vibrations.

"Close your lips." commanded the raspy, wicked voice, the pleasure in it
apparent now as he thrust into the warm wetness of her mouth.  She had been
trying to keep them off of him as much as she could, hating the thought of
touching his cock with them.  She closed them though, letting them stroke
softly against him as he thrust, if only to avoid more punishment.  He kept
thrusting, letting out a low moan of pleasure as he peered at her with his
steely grey eyes from beneath the shadowy hood.

After savoring her lips for a few moments, he slowly drew his cock from
between the lips that gripped him in front of the gag, and taking it between
two fingers, he struck her two slaps across the face with its bulbous head,
one on each cheek, leaving wet marks from the saliva that clung to him.  She
shut her eyes in defense against the slaps, then opened them to glare at
him.  He chuckled softly as he shoved himself back into her mouth, once more
feeling the warm wetness of it as he pumped his surprisingly powerful hips
back and forth, savoring in the feeling as he violated her mouth and letting
out a deep, pleased "mmmmm" sound.  His pleasure was growing, his heart
beating harder as his body warmed with lust.  His hand still held her head
firmly, not letting her draw back at all, the steel chains holding her
wrists and ankles, keeping her from retaliating against him as she growled
angrily, deep in her throat, causing pleasant vibrations to tingle down his
passion-engorged shaft.

She continued growling and groaning through the gag as he hammered his thick
shaft into her mouth, his pleasure escalating as he felt her vibrations. 
"That's a good little bitch..." he said tauntingly through his heavy rasping
breaths of pleasured excitement.  He was close now, his virile sac
tightening as his seed prepared to be pumped forth, and he popped his cock
out of her mouth quickly, eagerly rubbing himself with his bony hand as he
aimed at her soft, lovely face.  She looked at the engorged, pleasured shaft
with disgust for a moment, then shut her eyes tightly, knowing what was to
come.

The first jet of semen splashed thickly upon her smooth cheek.  With a deep
moan of intense pleasure, the old mage watched as he ejaculated on his
beautiful captive, hot seed spurting from his cock as it throbbed with
ecstasy, jetting into her mouth through the gag, splashing her chin and her
tightly shut eyelid as his seed emptied onto her.  Khradex hadn't had this
much sexual enjoyment in a long while, plastering the lovely little rogue's
face with his fertile mess bringing him to a throbbing high as he gazed down
at her with a cruel grin.  Seyira's one open eye blazed with humiliated
fury, the other's cum-plastered lid kept shut, her mouth and throat working
in an attempt to spit the semen out or at least swallow it, anything to get
the taste out of her mouth as it dribbled over her lips and onto her heaving
breasts.

Khradex smacked her across the cheek once more with his fat cock, then wiped
the remaining gob of semen from its tip into her platinum-gold hair.  Taking
up his robe, he slipped it on, satisfied for the moment.  Turning his head
as he headed out of the dungeon chamber, he rasped out from beneath the
shadows of his hood, "I will be back for you, little one." She watched him
go hatefully, wondering when he would return.  As the echoes of a closing
door somewhere in the maze of dungeons faded and the wizard's seed cooled
and dried on her face, her position began to feel all the more
uncomfortable, and she hoped in spite of herself that he would be back soon.

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