An Assassin in the Tower of Khradex, Ch.3
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Sept 1, 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: MM/F, Mdom, nc, reluc, bd, ds, va, humil, tort, toys, sad, magic

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Seyira awoke upon a crude cot, a few rough woolen blankets keeping her warm.
Kicking off the covers, she slid onto her feet, her long, pale blonde hair
cascading down in clean silken strands as she rose.  Looking around her tiny
cell, she began to examine it with the calculating eye of one accustomed to
breaking in and out of locked spaces.  Finding no door, she turned her gaze
upwards, spitting a curse.

She was locked in an oubliette of sorts, the ceiling well above her head, so
that there was no way she could reach the grating without rope or ladder. 
She tested the walls, assessing if there was any way she could get out of
the cell by clawing her way up chinks in the brick or by wedging herself
between the opposing walls with her limbs to creep upwards, but to no avail. 
Even if there was a way to the top without assistance, there was no
guarantee that she would be able to pick the lock even if she could reach
the top.

Slumping onto the straw-lined floor of the cell, Seyira huffed in fury, her
slender, tautly fit body curling as she wrapped her arms around her knees,
her cold blue eyes downcast as her sensual lips pouted, low anger boiling in
the pit of her chest.

It was then that she noticed the marks on her body, illuminated by the
paltry light that shone down from the grating above.  Pausing, she let her
mouth fall open, her jaw still slightly sore from being gagged for so long. 
Inspecting her stomach carefully, her suspicion was confirmed.  While she'd
been unconscious, she'd been tattooed with slave marks around her navel and
upon her pubic mound, and was sure that the corresponding marks had also
been placed on her back.  Slave marks!  The thought enraged her.  She'd seen
these marks on the comfort girls who dwelt in the city around Khradex'
tower, girls whose lives revolved around being raped and sodomized by the
men, orcs and ogres who made up Khradex' army.  Well, perhaps raped was not
quite the right word, she mused.  She'd seen the blissful looks on the
slaves' faces as they performed their duties unabashedly wherever the
soldiers congregated on leave time, the citizens of Khradex' capital seeming
to find little out of the ordinary about such spectacles.

The thought made Seyira shudder.  Was that to be her fate, then?  She could
not fathom how the slaves seemed so pleased with their lot--the thought of
servicing such vile creatures making revulsion churn in the rogue's belly. 
She had used her sexuality to achieve her own ends before, but always on her
own terms, according to her own plans for gain.  The few men who had
attempted assaulting her previously had been given a lesson in her finesse
with the dagger.

That was, until the incident with the golem, she thought, her teeth gritted
as the memory came smashing back on her.  Raped by a lump of clay--and
enjoying it!  She seethed, pounding her little fists on the walls until it
hurt, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

If only she'd learned more about combatting monsters and spellcasters,
rather than only the merchants, town guard and other rogues of the cities! 
She looked at where the bandages had been removed from her body as she
considered that thought, and it was obvious that healing potions or spells
had been used, the marks of the guard-beasts' fangs barely showing on her
milky skin--sure to fade out completely with just a little more treatment. 
She'd also been cleaned, the mud and cum gone from her skin and hair so that
it was soft and silky once more.  Settling back down on the cot with a sigh,
she leaned back and stewed upon her recent memories.  She'd been violated,
humiliated... so why was there an urge in the back of her head to finger her
clit as she thought about her experiences?  Frowning, she thought back on
the drug that had been used on her.  Maybe it simply hadn't worn off yet. 
She settled back under the covers on the cot to sulk, the images of the
wizards and the big clay man washing over her as her eyes closed sleepily.

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Seyira's slumber was disturbed once more as the sound of footsteps sounded
dully above her through the thick stone, and with a creak the trapdoor was
opened, letting a greater amount of light into the pit as the grating was
removed and a rope ladder was dropped into the oubliette.  Pursing her lips
distrustfully, she peered up towards the opening, wondering what was waiting
for her at the top, but she could not see anyone looking back down at her at
the moment.  She contemplated waiting until whoever was above her was forced
to come down after her, but decided against it, knowing that if she could
not escape the guardian beasts of Khradex' tower with surprise on her side,
she would not make it out if they were on alert for an escaped prisoner.

Slowly, cautiously she ascended the ladder, poking her head out of the
oubliette as she reached the top to come face to face with a pair of bare
feet.  Looking upwards, she saw Khradex himself, naked and tattooed before
her.  With a yelp, she prepared to descend back into the pit, not wishing to
face humiliation at the hands of the wizard for a third time, but his bony
hand seized her wrist in its terrible grip and yanked her up through the
opening, spilling her on the floor.

"Well, now, little one." rasped Khradex, "My advisors and I have come to our
decision, and in the absence of your confession, we have sentenced you to
become a tower slave.  Your training begins.  Now."  He places a special
emphasis upon the last word, a cruel glee in his voice as he spoke it.

Seyira's mind raced, remembering her reconaissance of the city surrounding
Khradex' stronghold.  They didn't intend to make her a public slave, serving
the army in the city outside, then... instead, she was to serve the
inhabitants of the tower itself, the elite.  She shuddered, considering on
this.  It wasn't better or worse, to her mind, but she understood the
implication well enough.  Khradex had taken a special desire for her, wanted
to keep her close.

The wizard planted his foot firmly between her breasts.  "Your training
begins now." he repeated, pressing down on her chest with his foot to push
the air from her before letting her take in a gasp, "say 'Yes Master!'"

"Fuck you!" spat Seyira vengefully, unable to contain herself.

The cold glint in the wizard's eye had her regretting her words immediately,
and moments later a scream tore itself from her mouth as the wizard removed
his foot from her chest and began to blast her with dark energies, her body
convulsing as the twisting tendrils of darkness lashed around her, the man's
eyes gleaming a wicked red-black as he channeled his stored power.

Gasping, Seyira struggled onto all fours when the attack ended as suddenly
as it had began, her long platinum locks pooling on the floor beneath her as
she took in shuddering, heaving breaths before looking at the wizard with
hate.

"Up on your knees!" Khradex barked, seizing the lovely white-gold hair and
pulling the little rogue up into the position he desired.

Seyira brought herself to kneel, but refused to present herself as she had
seen the public slaves do, instead curling on herself, hiding her naked body
from view as much as possible.  Wrapping her arms over her breasts, she
looked down, moving one arm to cover her stomach and mound where she had
been tattooed, while realizing that the way she curled probably only showed
the tattoos on her back more clearly.

"Yes, little one." Khradex spoke smugly, "They let all know what you are,
now, and they are a part of you, never to be removed... a part of what you
are."  He raised an eyebrow at her, as if daring her to retort, but Seyira
did not speak, kneeling sullenly before the wizard whom she despised most
out of the Five, the one she had come to rid the lands of, the one she had
so utterly failed to eliminate.

A hot blush covered her face then at the shame and rage that filled her
thoughts, and her small hands balled into fists, her teeth gritting before
she tensed her muscles and flew at the old wizard, her fist aimed for the
underside of his jaw.

Immediately, the blast of dark energy tore over her naked form once more,
threatening to strip her of hope, of light, and leave her in a dark
labyrinth of inner pain.  Falling to her knees, she shuddered violently,
tears in the corners of her eyes now.

"Say, 'I am your slave, Master.'" Khradex instructed, looking at the rogue
as if daring her to defy him again.  Seyira only set her jaw and remained
silent, a hateful glare in her eyes.  Flexing his fingers, Khradex let a
ball of the dark energy writhe between his fingers, letting the rogue see it
crackle before her eyes.

"I am your slave, Master." she spat with all the venom she could muster.

"That is better, slave, but far from satisfactory.  You are a very bad slave
who has yet to learn your place."

Seyira sobbed inwardly, her eyes welling with tears as she contemplated the
statement she had just given in to.  How had it gone so wrong?  The rogue's
life was not an easy one, but nothing before this had seemed so awful.  Her
hard composure threatening to crack and fall away, she gathered her arms and
legs around herself, forming a tight ball as she sought to hide.

Khradex merely snapped his fingers and called out in a tongue that Seyira
recognized as the orcish dialect spoken by the wizard's beast-troops, but
did not fully understand.  Two orcs--different from the ones before but no
less repulsive--stomped through the nearby archway before bowing low to
their supreme Master, each on one knee.  The wizard gave them an imperious
look before rasping, "She is ready for the collar."

Moments later, four rough orcish hands were forcing Seyira out of her
defensive position, clapping a thick, heavy collar around her throat, made
of black leather and laden with flat studs and loops to which leashes and
restraints could be set.  A nameplate affixed to the front of the collar
proclaimed, without further adornment, "Tower Slave."

Clipping a leash to the collar, an orc knelt on one knee and offered the
loop of its handle to Khradex, who took it in his bony, gnarled fingers,
caressing the leather of it between thumb and fingertip before gripping it
firmly.  "Come, Slave." he rasped, tugging the leash slightly.  Seyira
sought to rise, but Khradex shoved her back down onto all fours, ignoring
her baleful look as he tugged again.

Sighing and moving for fear of the pain, Seyira slowly began to crawl after
the wizard, picking her way uncomfortably.  She'd had to use such a gait
before, on some of her operations, but none the less the cold stone floor
was harsh on her knees as she moved.  Khradex walked her down the corridor,
the floor to one side perforated at regular intervals with the gratings to
other sunken cells just like the one Seyira had just emerged from.  She had
no time to peer down and see if anyone else awaited their fate down there,
the leash a steady pull at the collar around her neck as she was taken to
whatever destination awaited her.

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The flogger lashed through the air to strike Seyira as she bit back her
yelp. She was bound and gagged once more, this time across a table that was
specially designed to raise her buttocks towards her tormentor with its
sloped surface.  The room she'd been taken to was a slave training room,
according to the burly half-orc who now flogged her tender ass.  Mentally,
Seyira called it a torture chamber.  Foul gargoyles decorated the chamber,
these ones not simply guardian figures like the ones in the room where she
was first imprisoned, but images of beautiful women being used by a variety
of demonic-looking beasts.  The eerie blue glow of the chamber was just like
the one of the room where she'd first been chained, though.

Once again, the flogger cracked across Seyira's soft buttocks, and she did
yelp then, drawing a smile from Thrug "Razor-whip", as the half-orc had been
introduced.  Torak stood nearby, watching the proceedings and occasionally
offering insults or coarse praise to Seyira and suggestions to Thrug. 
Khradex had departed, busy with more pressing matters for the moment.

The pain of the flogger wasn't the same sort of foul, all-consuming bodily
misery that the wizard's spells inflicted, but it stung the rogue none the
less, bringing her into focus in every lash, her body beginning be washed
over with the sensations of it.  It was pain, but pain that offered its own
promise of release, unlike the dark spell.  Slowly, she began to fall into
the flow of the flogging, whimpering with each lash as tears formed at the
corners of her eyes and slowly ran down her cheeks, her chin wet as the gag
forced her to drool... and then the lashes stopped.

Seyira let out a cry of alarm through the gag as Thrug's thick finger crept
between her stinging buttocks to touch against the pucker of her tiny pink
anus, the opening contracting defensively on reflex.  She began to struggle
against the bonds holding her, until Thrug's large, strong hand pushed her
down on the table more firmly.

"Now, now, little slave..." rumbled Thrug with amusement.  "This little hole
is going to become very well acquainted with servicing cock."

"Nnnnnnnnnn!" Seyira cried through the gag, attempting to express denial and
disapproval with the sound.  Not there, she thought, never there.  They
could violate her mouth and pound her little cunt, but there?  The thought
brought a hot blush of mingled fury and humiliation to her cheeks.

Torak snickered as he and Thrug moved to prepare a bulbous plug of a toy
with lubricants while Seyira did her best to thrash in her bonds, finding
the table highly stable and the straps around her too tight to worm free of.
Struggling only made her bonds bite into her soft skin, and she soon gave
up that line of resistance.

No sooner had she relaxed her protests than the plug was pushed against her
tiny virgin anus, Thrug's beefy hand pushing it firmly against the resisting
pucker.  It wasn't large, as anal plugs went, but large enough to make the
rogue sweat as she felt it slowly working its way into the tight hole that
she felt should be private from any entry.  Gradually, Thrug's rough but
skilled hand maneuvered the toy deeper into Seyira's ass, the tapered form
stretching the little hole wider and rounder with each nudge deeper into her
rectum.  Tears glittered at the corners of the little blonde's eyes as she
bit down hard on the gag, feeling the intruding fullness inside her as the
toy slid deeper, until she reached the narrow neck of it just before the
wide base that prevented it from being lost inside her.  Her anus clamped
around it, leaving her full and humiliated as Thrug's big hand massaged her
gluteal muscles firmly, savoring her shapely ass as he ran his eyes up and
down her slender form.  Thrug wouldn't be allowed to fuck Seyira until after
he'd trained her and Lord Khradex had had his way with her, but with a
beauty like this, training her in itself was a delight.  He felt desire burn
in his loins, and he knew he'd slake his desires on one of the public slaves
afterwards, fucking her roughly and cruelly, and hoping that the use of
Seyira would be offered him later if he did his best in training her.

Torak fingered Seyira's skin and admired her form, but his work here was
mainly to supervise.  Thrug was the tower's master of tortures, sexual and
otherwise, and the chief slave trainer when it came to breaking in the more
recalcitrant specimens.  The elite wizard amused himself by prodding and
poking, watching the girl's reactions, tolerated by the trainer for his high
status, so long as he did not interfere too much.  Se'tarsis might have
offered wily spells to assist, but he was interested primarily in his own
toy, and Khradex, mighty though he was, was too busy plotting his conquest
of the city-states neighboring his own to spend too much time with the
routine training practices.  Torak could burn the girl to a crisp, render
her a petrified statue or entomb her in a sheet of ice with his powers if he
wished, but of subtlety and wile his spells had little.  Of The Five, he
managed the more brutal side of things, often heading out with the army for
an important conquest to lend his spells of destruction.  So he prodded the
girl and watched the trainer, knowing that Thrug would not dare those
possible fates just to fuck the new slave's ass before Khradex did.

The half-orc was selecting another couple of toys, these two having large,
phallic forms, an identical pair of them.  One was shoved deep into Seyira's
cunt, where an enchantment upon it caused the thing to begin to throb and
writhe.  It felt strange, not like the thrusts of a man's cock, but like
some undulating creature inside her, as if a short thick snake were
exploring her cunt.  The strange sensation coupled with the humiliating
fullness of her rectum from the plug made her blush hotter, and she did not
register the second phallus in her awareness until it began to press through
the ring gag.  She tried to push it away with her tongue, but to no avail as
Thrug pushed the toy deeper into her, nudging at her throat as his beady
eyes watched her reactions carefully, teasing her just at the edge of her
gag reflex.  To Seyira's relief, the toy in her mouth did not begin moving
of its own accord, but enough else was being done to her body that the
relief was a small one.

Stepping back, the trainer stood next to the wizard as they both watched the
girl wriggle in her bonds, then Thrug moved forward once more, taking hold
of the base of the plug that stuffed Seyira's ass and beginning to work it
back and forth, wiggling it inside her.  The wiggles began to press at the
flesh between her ass and her cunt, where the serpentine phallus continued
to writhe, the pressure of the two toys meeting and rubbing as they
stimulated her inner walls.  The rogue whimpered through her stuffed mouth,
closing her eyes tightly as she tried to ignore the sensations.

It was hard for her to ignore, though, when Thrug licked one large rough
finger and then pressed it to her clit, beginning to rub it back and forth a
bit, making her squeal around the toy in her mouth.  She didn't want to cum
this way, trying her best not to let the sensations get to her.  She could
feel it all, the plug being worked back and forth in her tight ass, the
serpentine phallus in her cunt and its stationary partner in her gagged
mouth, against her warm tongue.  Her buttocks still felt the lingering
sensation of the flogging, and her body began to tremble, tears appearing at
the corners of her tightly shut eyes as she tried to resist.

"You like that, don't you, little thief slut?" Torak hissed, leaning closer
now, poking at her with his bony fingers, his hands creeping under her to
tease her breasts as much as the binding around her would allow.

"She likes it." grunted Thrug, partly in response to Torak's words, partly
to push the idea into Seyira's head, his thick fingers continuing to tease
at the girl's clit.

No, I don't like it, I don't like it at all, thought Seyira, biting on the
gag sullenly, and yet... what was wrong with her?  It felt too good, the
teasing to her clit and breasts while she was stuffed in all three holes. 
Too good... she clenched her eyes shut, trying to resist the sensations and
attempting to push the plug out of her ass, but Thrug's other hand was still
there, working the toy, and also keeping it inside her.  No, no, I'm going
to...

Seyira came.  Her whimpers muffled by the gag, she could feel her juices
running down around the toy that still writhed in her cunt, while her back
arched as much as the bonds on her allowed.  Rubbing off some of the juice
from around the toy's base, Thrug lifted the wet finger to his face and gave
an audible sniff and a vulgar chuckle.

"She likes it, all right."

Torak snickered along with the half-orc, a cruel grin on his face as he
sneaked his hand further under Seyira's bound form to pinch her nipples.
The new slave was twitching and wriggling against the bonds that held her,
continuing to whimper as her overstimulated body continued to be tormented. 
Her hopes that she might get some relief after her climax were soon dashed
as Thrug drew out the toys in her mouth and cunt, only to return with a
different, larger one that he pushed between her nether lips, letting her
feel its magically powered vibrations as he smacked her buttocks with his
meaty palms.

Her training was just beginning.

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