An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex, Ch.2
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Jul 01, 2009
Second Revision: 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, M+/F, Mdom, group, monst, nc, mc, bd, oral, piv, magic, sad, ds, va

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Seyira had been given plenty of time to stew in her shackles before the loud
noise of a door being slammed and steps coming down the stairs into the
chamber where she had been detained roused her.  Her arms and jaw had begun
to grow sore from being held in one position for too long, and her eyes had
been closed as she sought solace within herself, jolting open as she was
startled to full consciousness.

A pair of hideous orcs, clad in mercenary armor and reeking of ale, stomped
into the room, their dark bestial faces illuminated by the eerie pale blue
glow as they stopped in front of her, their noses wriggling as they drew in
her scent with an audible snuffling.

"This the slut?" growled one, using the common tongue rather than one of the
orcish dialects.

"That the one." the other replied, also speaking common.

Seyira scowled.  If the orcs merely wanted to talk amongst themselves, she
felt sure they would speak in their own tongue rather than the broken common
with which they referred to her in such terms.  It was a show of sorts, the
bestial males amusing themselves by insulting her while doing whatever they
had been sent to achieve.  She gnashed her teeth down on the gag, wishing to
fling insults back in their faces despite the soreness of her jaw.

"Pretty slut." grunted the first orc, and he grabbed her tits roughly,
crushing them in his strong meaty hands and digging his dirty nails in so
that she whimpered and struggled against the chains binding her.  Rough
fingers moved down to prod the bandaged injuries, making them flare up with
pain once again, a louder squeal escaping the assassin as one of the
bandages began to show a fresh spot of red.

"No move, slut." snarled the other orc, slapping her cheek.  The blow stung,
though it wasn't hard enough to bruise or permanently injure.  Seyira glared
at the beasts with hate in her blue eyes.  Did they intend to rape her, too?
she wondered.

"Get a move on, you sacks of shit!" roared a new voice from atop the stairs,
the voice sounding male and human, but not that of Khradex.  The two orcs
looked at each other, scowling, then moved to unchain Seyira from the wall. 
She immediately struggled to escape, but strong orc hands forced her wrists
behind her back and clapped her in a new set of irons.  Drawing his dirk,
one of the orcs prodded lightly at Seyira's back with the point, and the
other took position in front of her, herding her up out of the chamber.  She
kept close watch for any opportunity to escape, but the sharp blade at her
back made any sudden move risky.

At the top of the steps, a man stood waiting, dressed in similar robes to
those Khradex himself wore, though this was a younger man, his short,
pointed black beard accentuating the harsh features of his face, just a few
streaks of grey touching his hair.

"Move it, or I'll boil your balls!" the man growled to the orcs, waving his
hand at them so that his cloak swished.  Falling into step behind the orcs,
he added in a lower, more sinister tone, "Lord Khradex must not be kept
waiting."

They moved at a swift pace, the orcs hauling Seyira up by her hair anytime
she began to trip or teeter after her uncomfortable confinement.  The little
blonde assassin was seething inside, her teeth gritted against the gag until
it hurt, glistening saliva trickling down her chin.  The circling corridors
of the tower wound by, and she glanced furtively at each barred window they
passed, but the orcs were crowded close, the dagger at her back, and she was
uncertain how powerful the magic of the nearby wizard might be.

The orc behind her ran a rough meaty hand over the curve of Seyira's ass,
and she tensed, but the dagger remained firm at her back as they wound their
way up the tower.  Their destination was a large door which the wizard
stepped forward to touch his hands to, muttering some low intonations before
the ornately carved and gilded wood, devoid of handle, slid open with a low
rumble.

Beyond, a throne room bedecked with tapestries and mystical crystals stood,
with a black, sinister throne at the end of it.  Seyira's eyes narrowed with
hate as she saw the figure upon it, the same old wizard who had raped her
mouth earlier.  She bit down on the gag again, remembering the taste of his
cock and his seed.

"Well," said Khradex, his voice taking a more formal tone than before, "come
forward, my servant." He gave Seyira a grin, showing the points on his
teeth, but gestured towards the wizard who had brought her.  The younger man
stepped forward, dismissing the grunting orcs out of the room before
kneeling low.

"My Lord Archwizard Khradex." the man began, "I have brought the intruder to
you as requested."

Khradex nodded, then spoke in low insidious tones, "You will stay, Torak.
You shall witness the thief's formal accusation."

Torak bowed his head, then rose, placing his hand roughly on Seyira's head. 
The assassin struggled against the handcuffs binding her hands behind her
back, wriggling as she was forced down.  "Kneel before Lord Khradex." Torak
growled, his dark eyes narrowed and hard.

At a gesture and a word from Khradex, Torak pulled the gag from Seyira's
mouth, her soft lips finally allowed to close as she worked her sore jaw
around a bit, trying to get used to having her mouth closed once again.

"You swine." she hissed, prompting Torak to seize her hair and pull sharply.

"You will be respectful in the presence of Lord Khradex!" the younger wizard
snapped.  Seyira struggled in her bonds, glaring daggers at the wizard upon
the throne while the other tangled his fingers into her soft platinum hair.

Raising his hand, Khradex took hold of a cord next to his throne, pulling it
down to let a deep, resonant series of gongs sound out.  Not long after, as
if they had already been waiting for the call, a side door slid open and
three more wizards entered, robed similarly to Torak.

"My Lord Archwizard Khradex." they spoke, kneeling and bowing as Torak had
done, then rising to stand alongside him, eying Seyira as they did so. 
Seyira watched them from the corner of her eye, frowning deeply.  One was a
portly bald man, with a cruel gleam in the small eyes of his jowly face. 
Another was lean, almost bony, with a wild look and an unkempt shock of
white hair upon his head.  The third drew Seyira's eyes the most, his hair
also white, but his skin a smooth, gleaming black.  Crimson eyes and
gracefully pointed ears showed him as a dark elf, his bearing one of greater
pride and ambition than was typical for a male of his race.

"Roldo, Karaclus, Se'tarsis." Khradex intoned, naming them each in turn. 
"You are all assembled.  Let the proceedings begin.  The one brought here
has been found attempting to break into our tower and make off with our
jewels, is that not correct, thief?"  Raising a folded pouch of silk, he let
the cloth fall open, spilling the jewels that had been confiscated from
Seyira's person.

Seyira glared daggers as the wizard, but remained silent.  She was sure that
lying would be of no use, but neither was incriminating herself too easily.

"Is that not correct, thief?" Khradex spoke again.

Still there was silence from the assassin, despite the shifting of the
wizards behind her.

Khradex made a dismissive gesture, his eyes glittering with amusement.  "I
see that you are better at other uses of your mouth than speech.  Perhaps
you would like to demonstrate to my disciples what your mouth is good for?"

Wicked chuckles sounded from behind her, and sweat broke out on Seyira's
brow.  Suck off these terrible wizards?  No!  Anger rose in her, and she
focused to keep it under control.  Roldo's hands were touching her hair now,
and she shrank down from him.  It was only when she felt the fat man's cock
press against her through his robes, hard and wanting, that she snapped.

"You swine!" she shrieked, and gathering saliva in her mouth, she spat in
Khradex' direction, rising and struggling in her bonds.  "I'll see
you--YAAAAAAA!"

Her body convulsed as if shocked, twitching in pain as a hard hand against
her back sent dark magic coursing through her, her pretty lips contorted in
exquisite pain as her eyes screwed shut.  Karaclus' fingers dug at her skin,
tormenting her with the power that ran through them, and as his hand
withdrew, Roldo's bulk collided with her, knocking her sprawled and gasping
across the floor.

"So, you still prefer not to confess, hmmm?" Khradex mused, stroking his
chin, then gesturing to Torak once more, "The gag."

"Nooooo-" Seyira whimpered, but the ring gag was already being forced back
between her teeth to hold her jaw open.  She looked up wildly at the four
wizards standing around her, wondering if her mouth was about to be violated
once more, her heart racing.

Khradex seemed to have other ideas, however.  "The golem." he commanded, and
two of the wizards moved off to fetch what was requested, while Roldo and
Se'tarsis hauled her to her feet by her hair.

"Not bad... for a human." Se'tarsis said, running his finger along Seyira's
jawline while Roldo put his hungry mouth on one of her breasts, licking and
sucking at it as if it were a delicious treat.  She glared and struggled,
unable to speak her mind with the gag back in place.  Ebon fingers began
toying with her cunt while the fat man nipped and licked at her nipple, her
sore body protesting to her at the rough treatment.

They were interrupted by the return of Torak and Keraclus, however, wheeling
a table of sorts on which was laid out a huge figure of smooth muddy clay,
in a crude likeness of human form.  Khradex rose and descended with regal
bearing, his mouth forming a grin as he stepped down to the table, forming a
triangular formation around the figure with Torak and Keraclus.  Chanting
and caressing the clay, the three of them focused their power, and Khradex
lowered an engraved and bejeweled plate to press into the front of the
featureless dome-shaped lump that passed for the figure's head, setting it
where the forehead would be.

After a moment, the figure rose, lumbering towards where Roldo and Se'tarsis
were holding Seyira down.  Directed by the wizards, the barely-sentient lump
of mud approached the assassin, looming over her.  Then, as Khradex made
gestures and intonations, there was a gooey slopping sound of mud, and
portion of the golem's formerly featureless loins flopped forward, sculpting
itself into a huge, veiny cock and balls, the most detailed part of the
figure.

The creature stood, looking down at Seyira, and she tried to scream as she
gazed up at the massive erection of wet clay that bobbed above her as if
throbbing with desire.  She was so focused on the thing above her that she
didn't notice the strange goo that Se'tarsis was rubbing on her cunt until
it was too late.  A tingle filled her loins, and to her horror, she found
that her cunt was becoming hot and wet.  Whatever salve was seeping through
the tender skin of her nether regions was affecting her alarmingly fast, and
she squirmed and writhed in her bonds, doing her best not to whimper through
the gag, though her wild eyes could not help glancing back at the massive
clay cock that loomed behind her.  So big... and her cunt was growing so
wet... so hungry from the drug.

Stepping back, the wizards watched with leering grins as the clay beast
pounced upon the little blonde, its large crude hands seizing her shoulders
and leaving muddy hand prints on her skin.  Her sore body alit with pain as
she was thrown down on her back, but the heat in her cunt did not abate, and
the huge shaft began to prod at her nether lips as the golem clumsily
mounted her.  She tried to struggle against it, but her hands were bound and
trapped behind her.  Then, with a slick noise, the wet clay began to
penetrate her, fresh tears beading at the corners of her eyes.  Her cunt had
pleasured men before, to be sure, but always on her terms, and for her
purposes.  She'd managed to escape violation in the darker alleys of
Meldegar and Nordegar by her wits and nimble acrobatics, but common thugs
were no comparison to the wily magic-weavers who now held her captive.

Gasping for breath through the gag that held her aching mouth open, she
wriggled beneath the bulk of the golem, smeared with mud as the crude effigy
began to pump into her, pounding her tight cunt with every rhythmic thrust
as the wizards looked on.  Seyira doubted that the enchanted lump of clay
could feel anything, its thrusting impersonal, mechanical, the crude hands
that massaged her breasts and body clumsy but methodical.

Yet she found that the heat in her nether lips was unabated, her cunt wet
and ready for the massive cock of wet clay that pounded into her, her eyes
rolled back as she moaned through the gag, screwing her blue eyes shut as
she tried to resist the feeling.  The golem's hands were trailing over her
breasts and her stomach, leaving slight muddy trails over her.  Soon, she
was arching her sore body up to meet each thrust, whimpering as the wizards
leered down at her from a few paces away, though her gaze was focused upon
the crude figure that thrust and ground above her.  The sweat that broke out
over her pale skin was now a hot one, her body warm and sticky beneath her
clay assailant, making his muddy hand prints gooier on her skin.

The thick cock continued to stretch her pussy, painful yet horribly
pleasurable, sensitive from whatever potion had been rubbed on her, so that
her clit strained like a hard bead under the gooey clay, her nectar making
the surface of the golem's cock a slick muddy mess.  And then, despite her
resistance, she felt her cunt begin to clamp and milk at the invader, her
body arching as a squeal of humiliated pleasure broke through the gag, met
by soft wicked chuckles from the assembled wizards as they watched her.

The golem didn't seem to care.  It simply continued pounding the little
rogue's cunt as it had been ordered to do, tireless as the flow of a stream
as its clay hips swung back and forth, and Seyira writhed beneath it, her
cunt wet with the goo of her juices and the golem's clay.  Her eyes remained
shut tight as her cunt continued to flutter, another wave of pleasure
breaking over her, and after some time, yet another, before the golem
finally ceased at a few words from one of the wizards, the bulk of the crude
clay man drawing back off of the sweaty, muddy, whimpering rogue.

A hand seized Seyira's disheveled hair, and she found herself face to face
with a cock made of flesh rather than clay, gripped tight in a bony hand as
it was jacked towards her.  The wizards had disrobed while she was not
looking, and now they were crowded around her, five hard, throbbing cocks
all aimed at her face.  She tried to tear her gaze away, but her cunt still
ached and throbbed with the stuff that had been rubbed on her.  She felt her
warm, sweaty body growing hotter again, her cheeks blushing furiously at her
unwanted arousal.

A moan from above made her gaze dart up to the grinning male faces above
her, and she moaned with a confused mingle of disapproval and craving, her
eyes entreating, some of the resolve in them faded with her daze.  Her head
tilted back slightly, and with a long moan of male pleasure, sticky ropes of
cum shot over her delicate face, the scent of semen filling her nose and
causing her aphrodisiac-smeared pussy to throb anew.  Her blush deepened as
thick cum fell through the hole in her gag to touch her tongue, a shudder
rising up her spine.  Her cunt felt so hot, but she held on to her
resistance, refusing to give in to pleasuring herself while these men jacked
off onto her.  She had trouble making out whose cock was whose, her tired
body aching, her cunt tingling.  So tired...

As four more loads of semen splattered over her face to the pleasure of the
wizards, moaning and sighing with satisfaction, her flexible legs wriggled,
bringing her kneeling form to the nearest bare man's leg to begin grinding
her clit against it, relief shuddering through her as she let out a moan
through the gag.  When it had ended, she collapsed to the floor, her gag
removed by steady hands so that she could gasp in breath more naturally, and
then the low intonations began as hands were laid upon her, and she drifted
off into deep sleep...

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