Part 14
Chapter 63: More Orgasms
Prospero took hold of one of the rings attached to her collar and led her towards the bed in the corner of the workshop.
‘I am without an apprentice at present,’ he said as if explaining the small bed. ‘But, if it helps...' He snapped his fingers and the bed appeared to expand, purple silk coverlets replacing the blankets, in a moment it had four posts and a gold rimmed canopy; gold and purple cushions lay scattered around it. The chest had become a dresser of dark wood inlaid with gold surmounted by a mirror in which Ellie could see Prospero reflected, his finger hooked in the collar around Honey’s throat.
‘You certainly know how to impress a girl,’ Ellie said, checking her posture in the mirror and pushing out her breasts, which looked even bigger than usual but perhaps they were a little swollen from the clamps and because the sleeve binding her arms was pulling her shoulders back. Her waist too, still constrained by the corset, looked narrower.
She looked hot. Smoking. Like this, Honey was unstoppable. And a dominant Honey might just be that. Even in the turmoil of arousal, she had recognised the power she had wielded over him for a few moments, not the temptation of seduction but the utter control of dominance. It was fading now but the flash of control the AI had given her, the insight lingered.
‘I think this might be useful.' He took a ring from the dresser and clipped it round his balls. ‘Orgasm inhibitor. It makes it last longer.’ He shed his robe.
‘Oh, you lovely boy.’ She pressed herself against him forcing him back to the bed so that he fell back and she landed on top of him, her lips going to the side of his neck. She could feel his cock rigid against her thigh. ‘I thought you wanted a spanking.’ He rolled them over so he was on top of her.
‘I’m completely helpless.’ She pulled against the sleeve binding her arms, displaying her helplessness and making her breasts bounce. ‘You can do whatever you want to me as long as that lovely big cock of yours goes deep inside me and you make Honey cum like the slut she is.’
He grinned down at her and shifted his hips, the tip of his cock sliding across her wet pussy then he thrust inside her.
‘What? No foreplay.’ Even as she said it, she thrust up knowing that his cock was exactly what her body wanted.
He thrust again, one fist in her hair.
‘You’ve just had four hours of foreplay but let’s just set the mood.’
Above him, the ceiling dissolved, replaced by blackness into which points of gold light appeared; stars; the moon; there was a girl running, it was Honey and she was naked save her collar and the sheath binding her arms and as she saw her Ellie felt cool air caress her skin; felt her nipples harden; caught the scent of flowers carried on the breeze as around her blossoms danced and fell like snow; there was a soft carpet of moss under her bare feet.
She looked up at him in wonder, the real Prospero. ‘What…?’ She started to say but he pressed a finger to her lips and continued to thrust himself inside her.
An orgasm washed over her and through her, not the violent climax from the orgasmatron but a rising crescendo of lust that filled every part of her body with a warm sensation of pure pleasure.
‘Uhhh!’ She tipped her head back and cried out. ‘Yes...' She wanted to stay like this forever wrapped in his arms with his cock inside her.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘let’s have some real fun.’
Honey was running through the magical wood among the swirling blossoms, naked save the sleeve binding her arms and the collar around her neck. She could feel the breeze on her skin and sense the canopy above her. In the distance she heard a horn, she was being hunted but somehow this wasn’t frightening. Ahead she saw a shining pool, saw herself reflected in it, blonde hair dancing, breasts bouncing.
By Aphrodite’s bounty she was beautiful.
But her legs looked odd, tapering to…hooves; then she realised that under the mane of blonde hair, her ears were pointed, she had cute little antlers too and a tail a little like the cat girl she’d seen in the park.
She glanced back listening for her pursuer among the trees hoping to catch a glimpse of him; she wanted him to catch her but didn’t want to make it too easy and in this form she could make the pursuit more exciting.
She turned to run into the pool to throw off the scent of his hunting dogs but at that moment something slapped against her leg and she looked down to see something coiling around it; a leather thong, she tried to pull away but she was held, and her eyes followed the thing too… A figure wielding a long whip that he now used to draw her to him. It was Prospero but, like her, he was a fawn, a damn handsome one and very well endowed! He smiled at her thinking he had her but she was not going to make this easy and she twisted elegantly uncoiling the whip from her leg, turning back to the pool.
This time the whip wrapped around her belly and when she tried to spin free it knotted itself so that he could draw her in. She tried to struggle but he was too strong and in a moment he was on her, tossing her easily onto her back and spreading her legs before ramming his huge cock into her.
He slid in easily, burying himself deep inside her and filling her. She squirmed beneath him feigning struggle even as she thrust her hips up to meet him, her need to rut with him as hot as his breath on her face and as urgent as the pull of his fist in her hair as he fought to tame her.
His power over her and his need for her excited her more.
They climaxed together, his hot seed pumping inside her making her scream with pleasure, her cries startling birds and animals which scattered into the forest. Then they lay together, panting hard before he rolled off her.
She knew he would want her again but it was time for the chase and she leapt up running into the pool, the chill water splashing her hot skin, as the soft mud squelched beneath her step. The water was deeper than she’d expected and in a moment it was up to her thighs then the cool water was lapping against her hot pussy; deliciously cool…and teasing. The bottom of the pool fell away and she was swimming, kicking her legs hard to keep her head above the water, the movements seeming to make the water caress her sex.
She struggled on and after a few minutes lay gasping, in the mud on the far shore, shaking the water from her face in sparkling, shiny droplets that glinted with the colours of the leaves and the sky. She rolled over, looking back for him but he was gone. In panic she cast around, eyes seeking for him. He was supposed to have chased her. Frustrated, she went to stand but realised that instead of legs she had a fishtail like a mermaid. With her arms bound she was completely helpless. She struggled with the sleeve but her arms remained secure.
Behind her the sound of pursuit was coming closer.
She tried to wriggle up the muddy beach but made little progress and cried out in frustration.
There was only one thing to do, she wriggled back down the beach, the slick mud coating her body as she slithered across it, and slid into the water. She did not try to stay above the surface now but plunged into the depths of the pool, flicking her tail to drive her deeper and deeper. Schools of fish surrounded her, dancing just as the blossom had swirled around her in the woods, and the water above her formed a canopy like that of the forest. The water caressed her skin like a breeze.
Then she saw him again, Prospero but as a merman with a triton, his dark hair floating loose in the water. She tried to swim away but he was faster and soon he was upon her catching her from behind and she briefly wondered what he might be able to do to her.
This time he took her from behind, ramming his cock into her in a way that felt more like an anal penetration. She struggled to swim away, bucking her tail but he held her firmly so that with every movement he seemed to penetrate more deeply into her and soon she found she was bucking to encourage this.
Locked together they tumbled through the water, spiralling up towards the surface, his hands on her breasts, his lips caressing her neck, his cock pumping in and out of her lustful body. There were fish swirling around them this time, rainbow colours glittering and she could feel the water rushing over her body. They broke the surface in an explosion of spray, spiralling into the air, his climax timed with hers, his seed filling her and she closed her eyes revelling in the sensations.
And then she was falling, back towards the surface until her wings caught her and she opened her eyes to see that she was a fairy, arms still bound but wings fluttering bearing her upwards into the sky as she flew free. Then a shadow passed over her and she saw him, wings spread above her, a raptor. They flew like this for a moment then he stooped, catching her, his momentum sending them spinning and tumbling until they landed, his weight pinning her down on her knees his cock, his twin cocks entering her, one in her sex the other her rear and she cried out at the sensation struggling in his arms as his wings enfolded them, cowling them, as hundreds of butterflies danced in the air about them.
She climaxed again, pleasure surging through her body at the double violation wondering how sex might ever be the same again.
When he left her she collapsed to her side gasping with pleasure, spent as his wings carried him back into the sky. She wanted to follow but her wings were gone.
The hunting horn was closer now and as she struggled to her knees, arms still bound, she saw that she was Honey again and Prospero stood before her, once more the Artificer in his robes.
‘Master,’ she said, bowing her head. ‘You have found me again.’ She couldn’t keep the pleasure from her voice.
‘And this time I will keep you.’
He raised his staff and she felt a tightening of her bonds, the arms binder changing to golden shackles on her wrists and forearms and around her biceps, chains running over her shoulders to a collar that tightened around her neck; then there were bands of gold around her breasts and rings around her nipples, chains tightening until the flesh of her huge breasts bulged obscenely. A gold cincher tightened around her waist and chains snaked between her legs as cuffs appeared around her thighs and calfs and ankles. Then there was pain as large gold rings pierced her nipples and another her clit, a chain running from between her legs to his fist.
A tug on the chain to her clit ring made her crawl forwards to him and she felt plugs filling her vagina and anus that only made her want to please him more.
‘Will Master be punishing his slave for escaping?’
‘Oh, yes. Naughty girls need a good spanking.’
She bent forward and he brought his palm down on her bottom with a stinging slap.
Ellie gasped as the plugs in her vibrated at the touch of his hand. ‘Oh!’
He slapped her again and the feeling increased.
By the time she took his cock in her mouth her sex and her bottom were burning and began to please her master.
Chapter 64: Afterwards
Ellie opened her eyes. She was still restrained, still dressed in the tight corset and the stockings that were now soaked with her sweat and other bodily fluids and lying on her side in the bed in Prospero’s workshop. The Artificer sat beside her, dressed once more in his robes and smoking a long, slender pipe.
‘Fuck!’ She looked at him wide eyed.
‘I’m good, aren't I?’ he said with a self satisfied smile.
‘That was all illusion wasn’t it?’ She was unable to keep the awe from her voice.
He looked down at her. ‘That’s the power of illusion. If you believe it, it’s just like real.’
‘Wow.’ She recalled the sensations. ‘Am I really that gullible?’ She couldn’t help grinning even as she wriggled to press herself against him.
‘You were pretty desperate. I think it was all your suppressed arousal from the venom. You’d have believed pretty much anything in that state.’
‘Yeah,’ she said recalling her behaviour and forceful use of the Persuasion, the Dominance. ‘Sorry about before.’
‘One likes to keep one’s hand in.’ He grinned. ‘You Levelled Up, by the way.’ He took another draw on his pipe and waved the smoke away.
‘Could you…’ Ellie struggled to sit up, the leather of the sheath binding her arms creaking. ‘Untie me?’ The corset felt incredibly tight now. ‘Ow.’ Her bottom felt as if it was on fire. ‘Why is my bum so sore?’
‘If you believe an Illusion, you can be hurt by it,’ he said with a grin. ‘And you did beg me to keep spanking you.’
Ellie frowned. She struggled again, trying to sit up and heard the click of chain. Then she noticed that her collar was chained to the bed. ‘Why am I chained up?’
‘I am in need of a slave,’ he said looking at her.
‘We had a Bargain,’ Ellie said, struggling against her bonds.
‘We had a Bargain for me to cure your vampire bite.’ He took another puff. ‘Then you used a Persuasion to make me take you to bed.’ He smiled. ‘Which almost worked by the way.’
‘Almost?’ She looked at him in surprise. ‘You did that because you wanted to?’
‘I’m not entirely immune to your charms.’ He grinned. ‘Besides, I think the attraction was mutual.’ He reached out and stroked her breast.
‘I was desperate,’ she said rather more disparagingly than she’d meant to. She was more aware of her surroundings now, of the slick mess between her thighs, the ache in her bottom, her sodden clothes and the taste of semen in her mouth.
‘If you’re going to be nasty, I’ll sell you to the first passing Slaver.’
‘Why would you do that?’
‘As an Artificer, I am bound by the Merchant Code. You are a commodity that has come into my possession and by rights I should trade you.’
‘I haven’t come into your possession.’ Ellie pouted indignantly, the sheath creaking and her chain clicking as she struggled.
‘You won’t escape,’ he said in an amused tone. ‘That’s a quality sheath and as you’ll be aware that Seductresses get minus 10% on escaping from bondage. Besides, if you stayed, you could ride the orgamatron or something similar every day.’
‘It’s tempting but my party is on a quest.’
‘I could keep you here anyway,’ he said calmly, puffing on his pipe.
‘Please let me go.’ Ellie sagged ‘I’ve mostly been used by my party to hold the lantern and as a decoy. This trip to Thoth is my chance to prove myself.’
‘That’s not my concern.’ He stood up and walked away from the bed.
‘It was good,’ she said quickly, eager to plead her case. ‘The sex, I mean. It was probably the best sex I’ve had since I arrived in Fantasia.’
He turned. ‘Probably.’
‘Alright,’ she conceded. ‘Definitely.’
She recalled Caliban and briefly wondered if the need for reassurance about sexual prowess was something users of magic needed.
He smiled then snapped his fingers and the restraint around her arms loosened.
Ellie struggled out of it. ‘Thank you. You couldn’t get me out of this corset too could you?’
‘You really have no understanding of commerce do you?’
‘I can pay you,’ she said.
Prospero rolled his eyes then snapped his fingers and the corset burst open. Ellie took a deep breath and slid off her stockings.
The sumptuous bed was gone along with the dresser and its mirror leaving the cot and a small dirty mirror on the wall and Ellie looked at herself in it. Her hair was in complete disarray and there were several bite marks on her shoulders and breasts. She glanced at Prospero sensing his gaze on her.
‘That is a very exquisite body,’ he said in a tone of genuine awe.
‘It is, isn’t it.’ Ellie smiled at him and dropped seductively to all fours. Her stiletto pins and comb were scattered across the floor and she crawled around collecting them.
‘No understanding of Commerce.’ Prospero said.
‘Perhaps I like being a sex object.’
Prospero laughed. Rich and deep. ‘It’s just as well.’
‘Just one final question.’ Ellie stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair shaking it out. Then she began sliding her weapons back in to hold it in place.
‘That’ll cost you too.’ Prospero said.
‘Oh, just for me.’ Ellie pouted as she recovered her satchel and retouched her lipstick.
‘I’m purely business. No charity,’ Prospero said, though it was clear he was open to persuasion.
‘Oh.’ Ellie slid on her boots. ‘Not even a little thing for me?’
‘You pay for information.’
Ellie adjusted her breasts. She was still naked save her boots. ‘You did enjoy me though, didn’t you.’ It was a statement rather than a question. ‘And you had all that time with this body, completely at your whim.’ She sidled up to him. ‘And I was very satisfying, wasn’t I?’
‘I was better.’
‘Let’s part friends.’ She kissed him.
‘Friends.’ Prospero smiled and licked his lips.
‘Where’s the third part of Sister Stephania’s Wand of Warding?’ Her voice was low, seductive. She felt the Persuasion catch on him off guard, the hook locking in as she drew his will.
‘It’s in the Gordian Palace.’ Prospero’s voice took on a dreamy quality.
‘Where exactly?’
‘The red room.’
‘Thanks.’
Ellie turned away, the thrill of Experience pervading her body aware that Prospero’s eyes were locked on her. She gave him the full treatment, hips swinging as she hooked her satchel over her shoulder and adjusted it between her breasts. Without turning to look she knew her successful Persuasion had left him so engrossed he wouldn’t follow.
Back in the main shop, she picked the butterfly kiss off the hanger and slid into it, enjoying the tingle of magic as it touched her skin. Then she took a Krown from her purse. A Bargain was, after all, a Bargain.
Then she noticed the Luck Locket. She might not know much about Commerce but she was becoming a skilled Thief. She picked it up and slipped it into her satchel.
Luci had led Amanda to a private room at the back of the Pleasure Dome that was sumptuously furnished, with a huge bed decked with silken cushions and hung with richly embroidered drapes in purple and gold. There were thick rugs on the floor and a low table with a hookah pipe and a tray bearing a flask and two goblets. In the corner stood what must have been one of the Gordian machines, a brass stand with a protrusion just above the hip height, a long semicircular arm curving up from the front pommel. The bronze was cast and ornately patterned and she saw the machine was stamped with the name ‘Prospero’. It was obvious that a girl mounted on this would straddle the arm which had a curved top and was padded with leather; her arms would be bound above her head to the top of the frame. Her legs then might be bound to the frame or perhaps left to swing or drawn apart and tied to the rings on the base of the stand.
Amanda knelt on one of the silk cushions placing her hands behind her head, a position that seemed natural to her, watching him but unable to prevent herself from glancing at the Gordian artefact.
Her anger at him was fading and a desire building; heat flooding her loins, her nipples aching to be touched, pussy once again drooling.
Ellie might be the Seductress but Amanda was an Adventuress.
‘Mand.’ He poured a deep red wine into two gold goblets.
‘My name is Amazonne,’ she reminded him hoarsely.
He smiled indulgently and passed her one of the goblets which she accepted without acknowledgement.
‘You make a stunning harem slave,’ he said, lifting his glass.
‘Why don’t you just fuck me?’ She looked at him over the brim of the goblet and she took a sip of her wine. It was rich and slightly sweet, spiced.
‘You haven’t finished your wine.’ He sipped from his own goblet.
At that, she tilted the glass down her throat; the liquid burning as it went down and bringing an instant flush to her cheek.
‘I have now,’ she said, her voice rough with the alcohol. She let the goblet fall to the floor with a clatter.
‘So you have.’ He took another sip. There was a twitch of a smile on his face. ‘Over there.’
He gestured to the artefact and Amanda had to force herself not to scamper towards it with the eagerness she felt. Instead she crawled slowly on all fours, once again wantonly displaying herself to him loving that she knew his eyes were following her naked pussy and swaying ass.
‘Up.’
Amanda climbed into the curved arm, noting that the part where she was to sit had once been padded with suede but that this was now worn smooth and shiny and the bare metal was visible in places. Reaching up she grasped the arm above her head for support. Where the metal was bare, it was cold and hard against her sex but she sensed the magic even as she was aware of the physical stimulus, ridges against her swollen, eager sex, ridges that were carefully designed to tease a woman’s sex. She was already panting as he shackled her hands to the brass arm above her head then he cuffed her ankles, pulling them back behind her so that her body was forced forwards, her weight on the front of her sex, the pressure there eased by pulling gently against the wrist cuffs. His hand cupped her right breast, lifting it and toying with the nipple.
‘This is a great body.’
‘It is, isn’t it,’ she said, tossing her head to make her hair fly and her breasts dance. ‘And if you play your cards right, I might let you enjoy it.’
He pinched her nipple and she gasped. ‘I thought you were playing slave today.’
‘So I am,’ she conceded, ’but then perhaps a slave needs a firm master.’
‘Or mistress,’ he added with a smile.
‘Today I was hoping for a master,’ she said. ‘I want a big hard cock inside me.’
‘I thought you were into pussy.’ He kissed her on the lips setting off all kinds of joyous sensations in her body but as she responded, he stepped away and she was left wanting more and she wondered if he’d been about to say something else.
‘Why?’ she asked.
‘Why what?’
‘Why be a gamomorph?’
‘I wanted to be an Adventuress.’ He grinned at her. ‘They have so much fun.’
‘So you’re a guy in the real?’
‘You know I am.’
She frowned but said nothing more.
He picked his wine again and moved a lever. She felt an instant pressure against her bottom, an increasing pressure that finally made her body yield as something pushing its way through her sphincter, something ribbed that entered her stepwise, stretching her repeatedly, a little more each time until she thought her body might split from the intensity.
‘I hope that’s not the only thing going inside me,’ she said, finding her breathing ragged and her voice far less steady than it had been.
‘Depends how well you behave,’ he told her.
‘I’ll be a good girl,’ she assured him, her voice still unsteady. ‘Or a very bad one.’ The wine had found its way into her brain and, unlike the Druid’s drug, was lingering, relaxing her.
‘Good.’ He moved another lever and the bars she straddled began to rock, pitching her forward, the pressure on her sex increasing; it was shaped to press against a woman’s sex in every conceivable way, teasing and stimulating as she slid forward fractionally, her sex slick on the metal and smooth leather; above her head the cuffs clicked as she took some of her weight on her arms, looking down as he cupped her breast again.
‘Interesting toy.’ She smiled at him, relaxing more as her body responded to the bondage and the ‘seat’ teasing her sex. ‘Oh!’ As she slid forward a little further, one rib on the butt plug popped through her sphincter, then a second.
Then it tipped her back and her sex slid back on the saddle, the butt plug sliding in by three ribs.
‘Does it do anything else?’ she asked, trying to be coy though her mind, like her pulse, was racing as she anticipated the saddle tipping forward again.
‘Patience.’ He sipped his wine.
‘Oh!’ She gasped, her sex sliding and the plug popping through her sphincter again; there was something else this time, something pushing its way inside her sex, something large, very large, pushing in slowly even as she rocked back and forth. ‘Oh, fuck!’
‘I’m told it can bring even a VanillaVille peasant girl to orgasm in less than five minutes.’
She smiled. ‘I have it on good authority they’re not as frigid as they seem.’ She squeezed her thighs together as the huge phallus began to descend again teasing her stretched pussy.
‘Mustn’t forget these.’ He clipped some brass weights to her swollen nipples then hooked short chains to the arm in front of her. Then he ran his ringer across one of her breasts. ‘These really are perfect.’
‘Thank you.’ She smiled at him again, genuinely pleased at the compliment. Before coming here, it had been a long time since anyone had complimented her body. Val never did. Lucius was the last one to do it.
’They’re very sensitive. Ohhhh...' The phallus had begun to re-enter her and the swing of the newly applied clamps tugged on her swollen nipples. It wasn’t just the pull though, there was magic too, seemingly seeping from them through her nipples into her breasts and making them throb delightfully. She wondered if she might find a way to acquire these before she left.
She now realised why the arm ran up in front of her body; if she leaned back she would be able to play the tension in the clamps on her nipples. It also left free access to her back. She found herself hoping he would use the whip on her again.
‘I’m going to hood you now.’
‘What?’ Amanda knew she might just cum if he added any more bondage or stimulated her in any way. She hadn’t felt like this since those days with her husband when he kept her in bondage sometimes for days at a time, teasing her mercilessly, playing with her sex and her nipples, punishing her eager body even as she begged for more.
During these times she’d often been hooded and, for a moment, she thought she smelled the scent of the leather.
The ‘hood' was actually a brass helmet that locked over her head, a leather covered phallus filling her mouth as a gag; this had a tube within it through which she could breathe and which, she thought, fluids could be poured into her mouth. The helmet shut out all light and sound except the harshness of her breathing through the gag so all she could do as the device rocked her back and forth and the phallus slid slowly in and out of her pussy was to enjoy the sensations of her body; the saddle on her sex, the butt plug teasing her sphincter, the phallus fucking her, the pull of the clamps on her nipples and the delicious feeling of being utterly helpless in bondage and; when the whip fall across her back she could do nothing but cry with a pleasure that was almost as extreme as that which she’d experienced from the tongue of the Kristal.
Chapter 65: Pleasures in the Pleasure Dome
Amanda didn’t cum.
She thought she would and seemed so close to it that she felt that every rock of the saddle or thrust of the huge dildo would send her tumbling into orgasm and almost feared to discover what she might experience on the other side. The thought of being forced to endure this intense stimulation after what surely must be an earth shattering climax might be too much even for this resilient body of hers to bear; even if, so far, it had been able to endure whatever might be forced upon it.
She had often wondered if it was truly possible to confuse pleasure and pain; like many submissives she had liked the aesthetic of the whip on her body and had sometimes even enjoyed the feel of the whip on her skin but it was a fleeting thing and all too soon became too much to bear. This time, however, it was different; as Luci struck her, the pain truly did become pleasure so that she craved the next bite of the lash even as she exulted in the feeling of the leather on her bare skin.
It didn’t help that Luci intermittently blew smoke down the breathing tube forcing her to inhale what she knew must be more than cannabis but there was, she guessed as her mind struggled to work in the milieu of arousal, drugs and alcohol that still coursed through her system; magic involved, something to stop her climaxing and she briefly thought of Ellie playing with herself in the darkness. This must have been what it had been like. To have needs, to be so close... But perhaps that was how it worked, when the body was in need it used any resource to survive, in this case, substituting pain for pleasure to build arousal.
The thought of her daughter made her wonder briefly what the woman who was responsible for the two of them being here was doing. Things had, she knew, gone a little awry with Val. However, she could not keep her mind on that thought or any other for long; just the inexorable thrusting of the phallus and the play on the ribbed plug and the jerk of the nipple clamps and the utter helplessness of being imprisoned on on this machine hooded and gagged and aware only of the sensations in her body and the maelstrom of her own thoughts and the lash of the whip.
If only she could stay here, lost in her fantasies, having them truly fulfilled. Meeting Val, discovering their shared needs had brought her release - brought her pleasure - but not the greater pleasure that Lucius had given her.
Part of her wished she had gone with him. Would it, she wondered, be like this? Would she be an adventuress, albeit without a sword in that world? She dismissed the thought, she had made her decision to stay back and raise Ellie. And now she had the chance of a brief escape into the world Fantasia X and it’s glimpse into that life that might have been.
When the machine stopped she moaned in frustration, her cries echoing down the hollow centre of the phallic gag. She heard and felt him unlocking the helmet and then felt the rush of cool air around her head as he removed it, her senses jarringly assaulted by light and sound.
‘Bastard!’ She managed as the phallus was pulled from her mouth aware that she was drooling, had drooled, was hot and sweating and surrounded by the stench of her arousal.
‘That was only two hours,’ he told her. ‘Imagine being on there for days; weeks perhaps.’
‘Just fucking kiss me, you bastard.’ She pulled on the chains hearing them click, lifting herself off the saddle, felt the butt plug slide another notch from her anus; felt again the lust, the need to climax.
He did kiss her, violently, passionately and when he stopped she demanded he fuck her.
Amanda screamed as she came, her body hitting orgasm with a force that made her think she was going to take Damage. She had, she realised, already taken a point of Damage at some time earlier in the evening and hadn’t noticed. As she’d cum, she’d thought Luci had climaxed but she hadn’t been sure. She’d never fucked a man with two cocks before.
‘It’s an optional modification,’ he’d said as she’d mounted him, one cock sliding into her drooling pussy and the other pushing home into her anus.
Not for the first time, Amanda wished she’d read the manual more carefully; what options might she have chosen for her avatar? Would she have explored the option of changing sex? Larger and more sensitive nipples would have been nice. Maybe a girl could have more nipples or the whole of her skin covered in erogenous zones…
She was bound in a reverse prayer tie, a cord around her neck like a leash. She was on her knees facing him as he lay back, his upper cock still in her pussy and the lower one in her anus his hand holding the choke leash which he had slipped around her throat which gently tightened and loosened as she moved. The clamps he’d applied when she was riding the Gord machine still swung from her nipples tugging at them repeatedly with every movement.
She’d had three climaxes when there was a knock at the door and she looked up to see the innkeeper enter, preceded by a Kristal who was chained and gagged and fitted with a tray like the one she had worn. The tray carried another flask of wine nestling between the blonde’s large breasts. The innkeeper was holding a tray too. Somewhere inside, Amanda knew she should be horrified at the thought of being discovered in flagrante like this, helpless in bondage, her tits forced out, clamped nipples jutting out and swollen, flushed and sweating with the exertion of being fucked vaginally and anally, but she simply regarded the innkeeper disinterestedly, as she panted for breath and continued to ride Luci’s twin cocks. The Kristal knelt and the innkeeper removed the flask from her tray, setting it down beside the one Amanda and Luci had just emptied. Amanda wondered briefly if this was the same Kristal she’d danced with and who had pleasured her so intensely and when the girl winked she guessed it probably was.
‘I trust the slave is pleasing,’ the innkeeper said to Luci.
‘She’s not bad,’ Luci told him and Amanda squeezed her sphincter tight around his cock. In response he jerked on her choke leash. ‘Nothing I can’t control.’
‘Anything from the tray, Sir?’ The innkeeper gestured to the contents of the Kristal’s tray.
Beneath her, Amanda felt Luci sit up propping himself on his elbow. She stopped for a moment but a tug on her choke leash made her start to move again. It didn’t stop her glancing down at the assortment of pills and potions on the tray, watching as Luci’s fingers moved across them, selecting a glass vial with a green liquid inside. She saw the innkeeper smile.
‘If you wish to alter her, Sir, we have the usual selection; these will make her blonde and these make her hair red; these will enlarge her breasts and these reduce them.’
‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Amanda saw his fingers hover over the reduction pills.
‘I should remind you it’s not an exact science, Sir,’ the innkeeper continued. ‘Roughly one cup size per pill.’
‘And is the effect permanent?’ Luci asked, lifting his hips and pushing his cocks deeper inside her.
‘Half a size usually remains,’ the innkeeper said. ‘It’s something to do with the coding, round of decimal points or something.’
‘And you wouldn’t mind.’
Amanda was about to reply but then realised Luci was asking the innkeeper.
‘Big breasted whores are always sought after,’ the innkeeper told him. ‘Besides, she’s not mine; only a rental.’ He pointed to some blue pills. ‘These will make her lactate.’
‘I’ll take two of these.’ Luci picked up the red ‘enlarging’ pills and Amanda struggled to suppress a grin. ‘And the rings.’ He picked up a small paper packet.
‘Anything else, Sir?’
‘I think that will do,’ Luci said. ‘For now.’
‘Very good, Sir.’ The innkeeper stepped back towards the door and the Kristal rose elegantly to her feet, clearly well practiced at moving with her arms bound and the tray fastened to her chest.
As the door closed, Luci reached over and poured a goblet of wine, adding a little of the green liquid before holding it to Amanda’s lips.
She took a long swig, enjoying the warmth in her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed. ‘Are you trying to get me drunk?’ She giggled, wriggling on his cocks as the alcohol insinuated itself into her brain.
‘Do I need to?’
‘That depends what you want me to do for you.’
‘You mean you have limits?’ he asked with a smile.
‘Maybe you just haven’t found them yet,’ she challenged ‘Now, are you going to use those pills to enlarge my tits or are they for you?’
‘You are a bad girl.’ He slapped her on the thigh.
‘Oh, I’m way more than that.’ She squeezed his cocks. ‘So you’d better keep me on a tight leash.’
‘I’m not going to let you go anywhere this time.’
‘It wasn’t me that left last time.’
Amanda grinned and dutifully swallowed two of the pills.
It took a few minutes before she felt the effect. It began with a tingling in her breasts, then a pressure, then a throbbing in her clamped nipples then there was a moment of pain and she looked down to see her breasts swollen and shiny red and clearly bigger and firmer.
‘You don’t want me dripping milk too then?’
‘I think it’s overrated,’ he said. ‘Gets messy.’
‘You have experience, then?’
‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘On both sides of the fence.’
‘You mean…?’
‘Yes. One of the joys of changing sex is that you can experience all aspects of Fantasia.’
‘I’m quite happy being a woman,’ she said, realising that, mounted on his twin cocks, she meant this.
‘I enjoy it too but sometimes it’s good to have options.’ He reached up and played with the weights swinging from her nipples. ‘These need recharging.’ Abruptly he unclipped them and she howled, her breasts and nipples still throbbing from the effect of enlargement pills and her nipples having been clamped .
‘Bastard!’ She tossed her head uselessly trying to clear her hair from her face. It was damp with sweat.
‘Oh yes,’ he said.
‘What are the rings for?’ she asked giggling as the wine and the drugs washed away the pain in her breasts and nipples. ‘You’ll struggle to get them on my fingers.’ She turned slightly, wiggling her bound hands as best she could.
‘Oh, they’re not for your fingers.’ He held them up towards her nipples.
‘I’m not sure I agreed to that,’ she said.
‘You don’t have to.’ He slid one of the rings over her right nipple and Amanda watched as she shrunk down pinching tight.
‘Oh.’
He repeated with the other one.
‘So what happens now?’
‘Now we see how much you can take.’
Chapter 66: Walking the Streets of Thoth
Ellie passed another Seductress as she left Prospero’s shop. The woman was dark skinned like the Artificer with an aura of tightly curled black hair. Like Ellie she’d gone for large breasts though hers were not quite as large as Honey’s. She was dressed in black satin lingerie, a skimpy bra and a tiny black thong. Her waist was pulled in by a coffee coloured corset, a little lighter than her skin and this supported matching stockings via shiny black suspenders. She strutted on five inch stiletto heels, her body swaying deliciously. She winked at Ellie as they passed, a flutter of her thick eyelash and, as Ellie turned she saw her enter Prospero’s shop.
Ellie looked down at her body and smiled as she walked on towards the main square. She was just about to enter the marketplace when she suddenly found herself looking at her twin; almost identical, slight differences in facial features, hair a shade blonder and considerably bigger breasts bouncing like oversized basketballs on her chest as she walked not constrained in any way by the shiny shoestring bikini top with triangles of silver that were barely large enough to cover her nipples. The tiny thong she wore was of similar design and she strutted on shiny silver toe boots swinging a multi bladed whip in one hand. Somewhat oddly, Ellie thought the girl wore sunglasses. Behind her, trailing on leash was another, or at least so it appeared, the same impossibly breasted, slim waisted, long legged eye candy. However, this one was in bondage, a single sleeve pinning her arms behind her back, a silk scarf tied over her eyes; and whereas her partner’s nipples were covered, this one’s were framed by a triangle of silver cord and ringed. These weren’t the only things that were ringed; when Ellie looked again she saw that the second girl’s knickers were fuller and contained an unexpected bulge and below them she could see flesh; a scrotum tightly ringed, stretched and it was to this ring that the…person’s leash was attached.
As she approached, the girl in front stopped and lowered her glasses, looking over them as she studied Ellie with huge blue eyes. Blindfolded, her partner or, perhaps, slave walked into her knocking her forwards. The girl scowled and raised her whip bringing down across her ladyboy slave’s huge breasts. When the helpless slave didn’t respond the girl turned the whip round, touching the handle to one of the giant cuffed nipples; Ellie saw a flash of magic and the slave yelped. The girl held the whip to the other nipple and the slave flinched. The girl smiled cruelly and tossed her head, blonde hair flying, then jerked on her slave’s leash, strutting away with a flounce and swing of perfectly sculpted buttocks.
Ellie watched the couple go then entered the square which was, again, a hive of activity; vendors standing beside market stalls touting their wares, the slave auction still in progress, the HuCows being milked, the wizard weaving spells.
The Gordian palace was directly ahead of her but when she approached the gates the guards lowered their halberds to block her path.
‘Palace is closed this afternoon.’ One of the purple liveried guards announced.
Ellie frowned. She had been hoping to enter in the guise of a tourist and find the red room. She considered trying a Persuasion or even a Seduction on one of the men but here in Thoth that was probably the equivalent of taking on the Watch and she didn’t want to end up in the pillory again, at least not while she had things to do. She turned away, looking round the square trying to focus on her Thief skills and there it was, an alley running beside the wall of the Gordian Palace.
She smiled at the tingle of the XPs, looking around to check for watchers before casually making her way towards the palace then pausing to examine a pair of magical thigh boots for sale in a clothing stall before approaching it. She did a quick check around her again, glancing furtively at the guards then turned down the alley. It was a typical Fantasian ‘dark alley’ with shadows and not the sort of place a young nubile blonde in shiny boots and little else should enter if she wasn’t a Level 4 Seductress with Assassin skills, albeit untested.
Finding a suitable spot was relatively easy, there were empty crates piled up and, above these it was a short scramble up a wall that, for a girl with Thief skills, provided little challenge. Carefully, she eased her head over the top of the wall and saw a courtyard below in which a man in the blue and gold robes of a slaver was exercising a ponygirl vigorously using a whip. The girl was dark skinned and had a mane of almost black hair; that danced behind her as she trotted in front of something that looked like a Roman chariot. She was clearly being worked hard judging by the heave of her chest and the way her skin shone with sweat. Her driver was making her high step using the whip frequently to ensure her obedience and Ellie watched as the lash fell on her buttocks repeatedly while he guided her in a figure-8 around the plinths of two statues. The girl wore a gold harness and bridle with a white plume; arms tightly restrained behind her back, and she was guided by reins clipped to her nipples.
There were other girls in the courtyard, all slaves, Ellie could see. Two, both redheads stood on either side of what looked like a main doorway. They were both naked and standing very still and, for a moment, Ellie thought they must be guards; then a flash of light on metal revealed them to be held in place by what looked like steel straps, a sort of cage that fitted tightly to each of their bodies pinning their arms to their sides and their legs together. Each girl was supported by a metal stand behind her, her toes just a fraction off the ground.
It was this that made her look back at the statues and realise that they too were living girls, apparently dressed from head to foot in tight white rubber suits, their bodies stretched into fantastical poses. Looking round, there were other girls too, figures at windows stretched out, breasts pressed against the glass, mouths gagged, eyes wide. There was even a girl on the roof crouched forward with her arms fastened behind her in a pose that resembled the cockerel on a weather vane.
Satisfied that she’d seen as much as she could, she scrambled back down the wall and, brushing past what appeared to be an elf in leather armour and a half orc engaging in some sort of illicit deal, she made her way back into the square. A further tour of the market stalls brought her to the gates again and she stood looking at the map on the board outside the ticket office. As far as she could tell the Red Room lay at the end of the hall ‘guarded’ by the redheads in their steel bondage.
She was just thinking of heading back to the tavern when a hand touched her shoulder.
‘Excuse me, Miss.’
She turned. There was a slim, dark haired man standing in front of her. He seemed to be about Ellie’s age, he had dark eyes and a thin face with a hint of east Asian features; quite handsome she thought although it was possible her standards were slipping. He was wearing black leather and was clearly an Assassin.
‘I need you to come with me,’ he said.
‘Why?’
He formed his face into a smile. ‘Please don’t resist,’ he said and Ellie sensed he meant it but it seemed more that he didn’t want trouble rather than a threat.
‘I’m not resisting,’ she said, lowering her voice and leaning a little towards him as directed by Madame So. ‘I’m just asking what a big strong boy like you wants with a little thing like me.’
He looked surprised and she saw his eyes drop from her face as he appraised her body which, given her experience so far in Fantasia so far, wasn’t the way things usually went.
‘I need to take you to the Guild,’ he said a little nervously, his face colouring slightly as he lifted his eyes to meet hers. ‘The Master wants to ask you some questions.’
She recalled her experience with the head of the Thieves’ Guild in HomeTown and wondered if a Persuasion or Seduction would prevent another interrogation. She smiled at the memory. Should she use it on this boy or save it for the Master Assassin? She was 4th Level now. The boy seemed so earnest that she was sure she could manipulate him. She thought she’d already used her Persuasions and Seductions for that day the Levelling up had given her an extra chance or two.
‘Alright,’ she said.
She gestured for her to precede him across the square and she began walking in the direction indicated, aware that their progress was followed with interest by others as they crossed between the market stalls. The expressions of those who watched them seemed dark and she felt a sense of foreboding. A summons to the Guild of Assassins was unlikely to end well.
As they left the square, entering a side street he stopped her.
‘I should really tie your hands,’ he said, producing a length of cord.
‘We’ve only just met,’ she said with a wink. ‘I usually don’t do bondage until the second date.’
‘Please don’t resist.’ Again, he sounded as if he was genuinely anxious about the idea of her causing trouble. This hardly seemed the attitude of an Assassin.
‘Alright,’ she said. ‘But you have to know, I’m really into being tied up. It makes me really horny.’ She took a step towards him, making him take a step back against the wall of the sidestreet. ‘There’s no knowing what I might do if I get really turned on.’ She pushed her breasts against him and was surprised to find him looking decidedly uncomfortable. She pressed her advantage leaning in as if to kiss him.
Then she brought her knee up into his groin.
She hadn’t meant it to be a Critical Strike but the game’s AI must have interpreted it as such and even as she flinched at the man’s distress she shuddered with pleasure at the tingle of XPs and an image of the dark path when she made her choices flashed into her mind; the Dark Seductress, treacherous…powerful. She shivered then calmly stepped over the groaning young man clutching his groin and walked back into the square.
She walked past the market stalls again, noting that at least half of them had something to do with sex, sexy clothing, magical sex toys, bondage gear, erotic books... It fitted with the general demeanour of the place. She was walking past a second hand book stall when a title caught her eye, ‘On Illusory Magic’ by Carmen Colours and recalled Prospero’s words. It wouldn’t, she thought, do any harm to look into the Illusionist pathway open to her character class; she had planned to be a Mage originally and, maybe if she had some spell-casting options Battle Babe might give her even more respect.
She purchased the book and, clutching it, headed back to the Travellers’ Rest.
Chapter 67: On Illusory Magic and Assassins
‘Some Philosophers argue that illusory magic is not real but this is not the case. Although the Illusionist does not draw on arcane power like that used by other mages its effects are just as real and I would argue that illusory magic is the most powerful magical discipline of all. While in its basic form, illusory magic is simple deception, a sleight of hand or, perhaps, more accurately, a sleight of mind, in the hands or rather mind of a Master Illusionist, its effects can be overwhelming.
‘The practice of illusory magic involves deceiving the senses, it confuses, misleads, leading the mind down pathways chosen by the Illusionist. Thus ensnared, the mind becomes slave to the practitioner accepting the suggestions she or, in these enlightened times, he projects in the same way a bird will follow a trail of crumbs to a trap. The nature of that trap is limited only by the Illusionist’s creativity and, to the ensnared mind, is just as real as a cage with bars of steel. Those trapped in an illusory cage will not be able to escape, those suffering illusionary burns will feel pain and their skin blister, those struck by an illusory monster will take damage and, if the practitioner chooses, may die of their wounds.
‘Illusory magic is therefore not some sleight of hand but, when wielded by a skilled practitioner, a deadly art.
‘It is something that can take a lifetime to master for, to create the perfect illusion, the practitioner must learn to deceive all five senses so that, for example, the target of illusion involving fire will see the flames dance, hear them crackle, feel the heat, smell the smoke, taste the dry heat of the air. A truly skilled practitioner will include the consumption of the fuel by the flames, the screams of others, the rush of wind…
‘The possibilities are, as I say, limited only by the creativity of the Illusionist.
‘Of course, some senses are easier to deceive than others and the less skilled practitioner can compensate for the lack of depth by the pretty pyrotechnics. However, one should be warned. To cast an illusion one must believe it and care must be taken by the practitioner not to succumb to its effects herself…’
Ellie looked up from ‘On Illusory Magic’ which was subtitled ‘a guide to illusions for the uninitiated’. She was sitting in the common room of the tavern where the remaining members of her party that she had not rented out as slaves had agreed to meet. She’d been surprised to find herself the first to arrive but, while waiting for the others to return she’d started reading. It was a shadow looming over her who, by its size, she had assumed to be Battle Babe but she found herself looking up at a man - a big; probably taller than her Part Leader and broader, unshaven and dressed in black, without doubt an Assassin. There was another one behind him, equally large and equally capable of looming over her; three others of similar build lurked and skulked behind them.
‘Good afternoon, Miss,’ the lead Assassin said in a voice that clearly wished her anything but a good afternoon or, indeed, evening.
Ellie tried to control the sudden spasm of fear that the men’s presence had triggered. She knew this had to be something to do with the young Assassin who she’d left lying in the gutter.
‘Our Master would like a word,’ the Assassin said and she felt that he had no wish to ask her not to make trouble because he would prefer it if she did.
Ellie closed the book. ‘This is becoming tedious. Does every Guild have to do this?’
‘Just those who have a vested interest Miss. It wouldn’t be right for our work to be undertaken by anyone outside the Guild.’
‘Fine,’ Ellie stood, paling as the man held up a coil of braided leather rope. ‘That won’t be necessary,’ she said.
‘I expect not but we have instructions to use it anyway.’ The man gave a slight smile. ‘We wouldn’t want you slipping away from us.’
She looked at the five heavies. ‘I don’t think that’s very likely, do you?’
‘We have our orders.’
‘Alright,’ she said, ‘but give me a moment. A girl should look her best if she’s to be seen out with hot guys like you.’ She didn’t give them a chance to answer but simply put her book into her satchel and turned to the mirror to straighten her hair. Then she took out her lipstick and applied a thick layer to her already glossy lips. ‘You wouldn’t believe how much effort it takes a girl to look this good.’ She walked to the reception desk of the tavern and handed over her satchel. ‘Look after this, would you?’
The elf at the desk smiled and took it.
She glanced back at the Assassins. ‘You’d better take these too.’ She undid the ribbons holding her dagger to her thigh then pulled off her boots. Then she turned back to the Assassins. ‘Now, I think you were about to tie me up.’
It didn’t take long, five burly men who clearly knew what they were doing - kidnapping was, after all, an Assassin skill.
A few moments later, Ellie stood with her wrists bound in front of her held on a rope by the second Assassin while two others held a rope that was tied around each of her ankles and another stood behind her holding a rope tied around her neck. She was somewhat reassured that they had not stripped her of the butterfly kiss and she still had the weapons in her hair.
All a 4th level Seductress needed, even if she hadn’t properly completed her Level Up.
‘Now.’ The lead Assassin said. Even when she was standing, he still loomed over her. ‘Just to make sure.’ He reached into her hair and pulled out the pins and combs. ‘Quite an armoury you have here. Anyone would think you were planning a job.’
‘They’re just for self protection,’ Ellie protested, trying to hide the anxiety in her voice. ‘You can imagine that all sorts of naughty men try to take advantage of a girl like me.’ She watched as the Assassin handed the weapons to the elf.
‘Are you just going to sit there and let them kidnap me?’ Ellie asked.
‘Guild business,’ the elf informed her. ‘More than my job’s worth to interfere.’
‘Couldn’t you call the Watch or something?’
‘No point.’ He smiled. ‘Have a nice day.’
Ellie rolled her eyes and tested her bonds.
‘You won’t slip those,’ the lead Assassin said, ‘that’s Assassin’s cord. It stays where it’s put.’
The leather ropes certainly felt secure on her wrists and, if she tried to run, those around her ankles could easily be used to trip her up if the one around her neck didn’t choke her first.
‘Quite a thorough job,’ she said.
‘We do our best.’ The Assassin held up a ball gag.
‘Is that really necessary?’
‘We have our orders, Miss.’
Ellie rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to allow him to gag her.
Finally, the lead Assassin addressed the others. ‘Come on boys, the Master’s waiting.’
And with that, Ellie was led out of the tavern thinking that, on the bright side, at least she wasn’t naked.
The Assassins’ Guild was close to the square. In fact it was only a little further down the side street where she’d dispatched the first Assassin who’d been sent to pick her up. Naturally, it was set back a little on the north side of the street leaving the facade in shadow. It had a grim black door and the leader of the group rapped out a complex rhythm on it. A panel opened and a face appeared.
‘Guest for the Master.’
The face behind the grill turned its attention to Ellie, eyes appraising her.
‘Isn’t he the lucky one.’
There was the sound of a bolt being drawn back and then a key being turned in a lock and, not surprisingly, the door opened with a forbidding creak.
Ellie was led along a passage and up some steps. The building was cool inside and dingy and Ellie tried not to shiver as she was led along another passageway, this one lined by heavy wooden doors bound with iron. Occasionally, they passed black clad Assassins, mostly humans and half-orcs but there were one of two elves. Most were men but a few were women.
At the end of the passage they climbed a spiral staircase.
The room at the top was warmer but the source of the heat, a glowing brazier with a number of irons glowing red hot on the coals, made it no more welcoming. Aside from the brazier, there was an armchair and a table draped in cloth.
Ellie was led to the centre of the room and the rope binding her wrists was lashed to a pulley which was used to winch her arms over her head. Then her ankles were tied to rings in the floor holding them about two feet apart. Finally, the pulley was used to lift her onto the tips of her toes.
‘Right then, Miss,’ the lead Assassin said politely. ‘I hope there’s no hard feelings. Master will be along shortly.’
‘Nnngh.’ Ellie shook her head, balancing as best she could on her toes. It was probably at times like this she was going to regret the slight loss of Dexterity caused by her breasts.
‘Indeed, Miss,’ the Assassin said. ‘Just one more thing.’ He took hold of Ellie’s butterfly kiss and tore it from her body.’
‘Mnnnkk!'
‘Sorry, Miss. Just following orders.’ He tossed the garment into the brazier where it flared briefly in a pop of magic. ‘It’s been a pleasure, Miss. Good luck.’
And with that, Ellie was left alone in the chamber.
The Master of Assassins was exactly what Ellie had expected; tall and angular, a pale complexion, hollow cheeks, one scarred, moustached, an eyepatch, clad from head to foot in black; velvet doublet, leather breeches, boots and gloves, a heavy leather cloak; a theatrical Sheriff of Nottingham meets Cardinal Richelieu’s nefarious twin brother.
Ellie regarded him thinking that, if her gag was removed, she might have a shot at seducing him just as she’d done with the Mistress of the Thieves’ guild in HomeTown. At least she had managed to apply her lipstick even if all other advantages had been taken from her.
Being a man, it might be easier.
She partly stood, partly hung as he walked round her then sat in a black leather armchair, crossing his legs and regarding her.
‘Hmm,’ he said after a moment. ‘Certainly not what I expected.’
‘Od id u eshpcd?’
He flashed her a grimace which she guessed passed for a smile in the world of Assassins and stood up, walking towards her to inspect her more closely, his single eye lowering to take in her breasts. Ellie smiled around her gag and pushed them forward.
‘I hope you’re not thinking of trying to seduce me.’ He ran a gloved finger over her right breast tracing the saliva where Ellie had drooled around her gag.
Ellie gave a soft purr and widened her big blue eyes in a gesture of innocence.
‘I'll get right to the point,’ the Master Assassin said, wiping his finger on the side of Ellie’s body. ‘We are concerned that you are planning a job in our city.’
‘Nggh.’ Ellie shook her head making her breasts sway enticingly.
The man stepped behind her and removed her gag.
‘I don’t plan to kill anyone,’ Ellie gasped as the gag came out. ‘I’m just a low level Seductress here in Thoth for a bit of fun.’
‘You were spotted casing the Gordian Palace.’
‘It was closed, I just wanted a quick look. What’s the point in having Thief skills if you don’t use them?’
‘What is your party’s quest?’
‘I don’t know really,’ she said as absently as she could. ‘Like I say, I’m just a low level Seductress.’ She batted her eyelashes. ‘I just carry the lantern and look pretty.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes,’ Ellie purred. ‘I’m mostly just eye-candy.’ She shook her breasts. ‘Though I do provide a few personal services.’ She smiled. ‘I’d love to provide them to you, Sir. I love a strong man.’ She pouted. ‘Especially when I’m tied up.’
He looked at her disbelievingly.
‘Would you like to spank me?’
‘You won’t seduce me,’ he said. ‘I’m a Sublimed Assassin. We’re trained to be immune to such things.’
‘But you must be interested, you’ve gone to all this trouble, kidnapping me, having me stripped naked and tied up. If you’re not interested why don’t you prove it,’ Ellie persisted, feeling any control she might have had over the situation slipping away from her.
‘I don’t have to prove anything.’
‘Humour me,’ she said. ‘I’m irresistible. Kiss me and show me you can resist me.’
‘An interesting challenge.’ He raised the eyebrow over his remaining eye. ‘Very well.’
He took hold of the point of her chin in his gloved hand and lifted her lips to his. His kiss was surprisingly gentle. Then he pulled away. Disappointingly, Ellie felt no tingle of experience.
‘No.’ The Master Assassin said, shaking his head. ‘It doesn’t do anything for me.’ He smiled. ‘And for what it’s worth, I’m wearing my own special lipstick that provides an antidote to poisons including yours.’
‘You can’t blame a girl for trying.’
He genuinely smiled.
‘So, shall we get down to business?’ he asked almost conversationally.
‘If we must, but I should tell you I’ve been really getting into bondage lately.’
‘This isn’t a game,’ he said, his lips curing into a snarl.
‘I thought the whole thing was a game.’
‘Not this part. Though it may be more fun for me than for you.’ He strode to the table and lifted the cloth.
Ellie managed to stifle a cry of surprise and alarm.