Karina The Sorceress Ch. 03

Alex looked stunned, and he looked down at my belly. "Did he . . . force it down your throat?" he asked with concern.

I blushed, shaking my head. "No, he . . . uhmm . . . it's a ring . . . he inserted it with his fingers . . . inside my . . ."

The way he was looking at me so intently, I was lost for words, and then his eyes widened and he blinked at me. "Inside your . . . ahh . . . oh there, ok, I see. And what does it do?"

"It activates, when a man who desires me, touches me. Then it . . . uh . . . vibrates, or something, and makes me aroused. It gets worse and worse. . . and won't go away until . . . someone touches it again."

"So when someone touches the device . . . the ring inside you . . . the feelings go away?"

I shook my head, still feeling terribly awkward to be discussing this with him. "Well, that's what he told me, but I found out later that, ahmm . . . it doesn't stop its magic until I . . . until I find relief. From my desire."

Alex looked at me for a moment, letting that sink in, then suddenly he started laughing. I wanted to punch him, but he still held my wrists above my head. After a moment he stopped himself, and apologized. "Ah, sorry Karina, it's just that . . . . now I understand your behavior. No wonder you were so brazen back there in the inn."

My face turned the color of a ripe tomato, and I squirmed, trying to free my wrists. I needed my hands to strangle him.

Then Alex's expression changed. "Well, if it can be inserted, it can be removed," he said, "did you try?"

"I can't, it's too deep," I replied. "The demon said I wouldn't be able to."

Alex was looking at me intently. Oh no you don't, I thought.

"Let's not have this between us," he said, as he started pulling on the sheet that separated him from my naked lower half.

"No, Alex!" I babbled, frantically, as the sheet was pulled down past my hips, exposing my heated center and bare thighs. "Don't, you can't remove it!"

"How do you know?" he retorted, not taking his eyes off the prize, which was making me feel terribly embarrassed.

"D-don't look at me like that! The demon said I couldn't remove it," I replied, unable to think clearly for his hand was now on my bare hip. "Y-you'll hurt me, don't try, please!"

"Yes, you're right," said Alex, thankfully looking up at my face again. "So I'll need to prepare you well before I begin exploring with my fingers."

"Prepare me?" I said, confused. He seemed to be looking at me down there, and I squeezed my thighs shut. "Stop looking!" I protested.

"A pity, I don't think I need to," he said.

"What?" I responded, confused.

"You already seem to be well prepared," noted Alex. Realizing what he was talking about, I almost fainted.

"You see!" I wailed, "that's the ring, that's what it does! It's . . . it's not me, I'm not like that!"

"Of course not," said Alex in agreement. I looked at him, but couldn't tell if he was teasing me.

"Well, regardless," I warned him, "you're not going on any fishing expedition inside me!" As if to assure him, I turned my hips so my ass was facing him, and kept my thighs tightly closed.

Alex looked at me for a moment, then shook his head. "No, you're right. But come on, sit up now, there's something we have to do."

He let go of my wrists then, and helped me sit up, "what are we going to do?" I demanded, grateful to finally have the use of my hands, which came up quickly to cover myself.

"You're not going to do anything," he replied. Before I could wonder what he meant, Alex grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the bed.

"Hey!" I protested, trying to pull the sheet with me to cover my nakedness as he pulled me toward the center of the room. Alex grabbed a chair, and sat himself down, then pulled me down onto his lap. He grabbed both my wrists again and held them with one strong hand. "Alex?" I cried softly, getting scared. This wasn't like the man I'd known, he seemed so forceful and self assured. It was a humiliating sensation to be held naked like that. Then he used his knee to spread my thighs apart, and I knew what he was doing. That bastard, he was going with Plan A after all.

"Alex, let me go!" I whined, struggling in his grip. "I told you we can't do---ohhh!"

The words were torn from my breath as he moved his hand down between my thighs and gently but firmly inserted his middle finger inside me. "Alex . . . .!" I moaned, as the exquisite sensation of being penetrated rippled through me.

"I'm sorry, Karina," murmured Alex, "but we have to get this out of you." His voice was near my ear while I was held against his chest.

"No, no," I moaned, trembling as his finger moved about, making me squirm on his lap. Alex just barely managed to hold me in place, his hands holding my wrists up and out of the way as he moved his finger deeper, looking for the ring.

"Ohh!" I exclaimed, arching against him.

"That's it," shouted Alex, "I feel it . . . oh no, I lost it."

I didn't really hear him, for I was spasming in shock, as his finger touched some deep pleasure center inside me. My thighs clenched reflexively on his hand, forcing Alex to use his knee to widen my thighs. His other hand let go of my wrists suddenly, and went to press against my lower back, as leverage to get his finger deeper. My hands, suddenly freed, flew to clutch Alex's shoulders, as I turned my hips to give him better access to my crippling need.

"Dammit," said Alex, suddenly. I couldn't really tell what he was doing, only that his finger was delving deeply inside me, and driving me half crazy. "Let me try this," said Alex.

"Alex, what . . .?" I gasped, as I felt my tender crevice widened. I looked down to see that he had now inserted two fingers inside me. I moaned, shuddering against him.

"Wait, there it is . . . oh damn it. Karina!" he exclaimed suddenly.

"Y-yes?" I said, meekly, feeling light headed.

"Stop squirming!" scolded Alex, as if he were trying to remove a splinter from my foot. "It's so . . . slippery. Karina, can you . . ." he looked at me, seeing my flushed cheeks and my eyes dazed in pleasure. "Oh never mind, just try to sit still?"

"I can't!" I cried, tears coming to my eyes. I looked at him pleadingly, moving my hands up to clutch the hair of the back of his head. "Alex, please . . . make love to me."

Alex made a strange huffing sound. "Karina, snap out of it! I need to get this out of you, and I can't . . . get a grip on it with you squirming around like this."

I moaned in response, barely hearing his words. I could think of only one thing, my burning need for relief, as I clutched his back helplessly and buried my head against his neck. I moaned into his neck as he began to move his two fingers about inside of me again. His fingers did something, and my hips bucked suddenly.

"Karina!" he exclaimed, pulling his fingers out again. I whimpered as my body reacted to the loss of his presence. "The ring is encircling some fleshy . . . nub inside you, and it's on rather tight."

I wasn't really listening, instead I leaned in to place eager kisses on his neck. "Alex, I want you, please . . ." I murmured between wet kisses on his neck and face.

"Karina, are you listening?" Alex said, pushing my pursed lips away from him. "It must be a really sensitive spot, because when I touch it, you jerk your hips or something and I lose grip."

"Alex!" I exclaimed. It was too much information. "Don't talk about it, just . . . do what you were doing . . ."

He sighed, reaching down again, and I entangled my hands in the hair at the back of his head, preparing myself. "Oh god!" I moaned, as his two fingers slid wetly inside me again.

"Ok, ok," said Alex, excitedly, "I got it again, now . . . just . . . try to stay still . . ."

"Oh!!" I cried, throwing my head back. It was impossible, the pleasure threaten to make my heart burst, and I clung to Alex's neck for dear life as he delved around inside me. I was panting heavily, my hips trembling and jerking as I felt my desire growing rapidly toward a pinnacle. "Yes, Alex!" I screamed, my fingers clawing his back. I moaned into his ear, kissed his neck, his ears, I bit his shoulder, making him cry out in pain. But he kept at it, driving me wild with need. It was so close, I could taste it . . .

"Just a moment. . . I almost got it," he was saying, his fingers really deep inside me. I felt a pressure building inside me. "It's coming, Karina, it's coming!" he shouted suddenly.

"Oh god, yes!" I screamed, my hips bucking against his hand. Moaning desperately, I arched my back, my breasts pressing into his chest, and then I buried my head against his body. "Oh, oh! Alex, I'm going to cum. . . I'm going to . . ."

"I got it!" exclaimed Alex. No! His hand left me with an embarrassing wet sound. "Karina, look!"

"Alex, no!" I choked, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Please, put it back! You have to . . . finish . . ." I tried desperately to will my body the last short distance toward blessed release. My muscles clenched, but it was no good, I felt an emptiness where just moments before I'd been nearing an abyss. I opened my eyes, and there he was, looking in fascination at a tiny gold ring held up in his hand. A hand glistening with my juices. I reached up to grab his forearms.

"Alex, please," I cried desperately, embarrassed at what I was going to say. "put down the ring, and t-take care of me." I lowered my voice to a whisper, almost choking on the words. "I need you inside me, please! Please hurry!"

He looked at me, and I could see it in his eyes. Desire. It made my burning need flame up even higher, and I clutched him desperately, pressing my body against him. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough, I needed release, I needed him inside me. "Please Alex," I moaned, "I'll die if you don't make love to me!"

"Karina," he said softly, holding my body tightly. "I would love to. But not now, not like this, when you're under some demonic spell."

I shook my head, desperately. "No, no, it's ok! I . . . I want to, I . . . I need you. Please?" I didn't know what else to do. How did a woman entice a man to her bed? I had no idea, I thought all I had to do was invite him. I wiggled against him, but the friction only made it worse for me. "Alex, at least . . . relieve my torment? You c-can . . . use your fingers?"

I thought I would die, to have to say such things to a man, but my unrelieved need was driving me mad.

Alex sighed, "Alright, Karina, I will do that." I almost fainted from the anticipation of what he was going to do. I widened my thighs for him, but when I looked at him, he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the door. "What?" I pleaded. I could kill him.

"The door, there was a knock. I better go see who it is."

"What? No," I whimpered, "Alex, wait, come back!"

As Alex walked to the door and cracked it open, I rolled onto my side and clutched a large pillow to my chest, the soft material teasing my swollen nipples. I rocked in place on the bed, my desire overloading my mind. Alex was speaking to someone, the door partly open to keep the visitor from seeing.

"I'll be right there," said Alex to the unseen visitor. "Just let me grab the payment." He closed the door, and turned to me.

"They want me to pay for the room, right away, or they'll kick us out," he said, concern on his face.

I was speechless. I shook my head in shock. "Alex!" I begged. Couldn't it wait? I wouldn't need more than a minute in my state. But it wasn't working, he still thought I was under some spell, that he'd be taking advantage of me or something.

"I better wash my hand," he said, causing me to blush and hide my face in shame. Alex rushed into the bathroom and I heard splashing sounds, then he reemerged.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. He shook his head, and my heart sank. I rolled over to bury my face in the pillow again, moaning. I felt the bed move. He'd sat down next to me, and his hand came to caress my hair. Then he chuckled. "You know Karina, I like seeing you this way. You're very . . . amenable."

"Bastard!" I said, my voice muffled by the pillow. I had a thought. I could take care of myself. I had girlfriends who did it. I sat up suddenly and glared at him. "Just go, bastard, I'll take care of my needs myself!"

Alex leaned back, surprised and amused by my red-faced ultimatum. "Karina, I didn't know you were the type," he said, with mock surprise. Or maybe he was really surprised, I wasn't sure.

"I'm not!" I said. "But there's always a first time." When he didn't answer, I turned my back to him, buried my head in the pillow again, and told him to leave.

Alex didn't say anything, but I heard him moving around the room. Was he leaving? Why could I still hear him. I wanted to sit up and peek, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I heard a door close, it sounded like the dresser, near the bed. Then I felt him on the bed again. That was it, I couldn't take it, and I sat up.

"What are you still doing here?" I demanded. Then I gasped, seeing something in his hands. "And what is that you have in your hands?"

Alex grinned at me. "I can't let you undo all the work I've done, Karina," he said. He held up a length of tiny metal chains, or two lengths.

"Don't you dare!" I cried, realizing what was on his mind. "Alex!" There was a scramble, as he grabbed me, and I tried to get away. His strong arms reeled me in, and flipped me onto my stomach, and he pinned me there with a knee on my bare bottom. I sputtered protests as he grabbed my wrists, one by one, and pulled them behind me. I began to panic. "Alex, wait, you don't have to do this! I promise, I won't touch myself while you're gone!"

He paused, still holding both my wrists. "You're lying," he said.

"No, no!" I insisted. "Just don't do this, ok? I'll be scared if you leave me here chained up, I promise ok?"

Alex waited just a moment, and then removed his knee, letting me turn over. He pointed his finger at me, smiling slightly. "Ok, Karina, but if you break that promise, heaven help you."

"I won't," I said, my voice hoarse because my heart was still pounding. I lowered my voice to a whisper. "I'd much rather you take care of me."

Alex smiled broadly at that, I guess he agreed. He got up off the bed and walked to the door.

"Wait, Alex, you have no money," I pointed out, confused. "How will you pay them?"

He grinned, that handsome smile that made me ache. "The ring. Across the road there is a trader, I'll just run across, trade the ring for some silver coins. It should be more than enough." Then his grin widened. "And as soon as I'm back, I'll take very good care of you."

I felt dizzy, his suggestive look making my body burn. "Please hurry," I murmured, my voice cracking slightly.

Alone, I realized just how much of an effect Alex's touches had had on me. I thought briefly of breaking that promise and trying to relieve my own need, but it wasn't really something I knew much about anyway. I would just wait for Alex to return and take care of me. Stretching languidly on the comfortable bed, my body felt warm and tingly, yet the lingering heat between my thighs was making me uncomfortable.

I thought about the night before. Alex had been visibly disappointed in what he'd witnessed, and he hadn't given me a chance to explain, about the ring. He'd been too busy . . . I blushed and sighed as the memory of what Alex had done made my condition worse. For a young man, he sure knew his way around a woman's body. And I'd had no idea how good the touch of a skilled man could feel. Curse my former lover for never bothering to take care of me.

Now sitting up, I noticed the sheets and pillows on the floor. Despite what Alex must have thought of me, he'd been a gentleman and slept on the floor. Yet this morning, he'd teased me rather mercilessly, and he'd been about to tie me up and leave me burning in desire for him. Now he was rushing off the pay for the room, because I'd been unable to pay the money I owed him. I always fell for the naughty type who was secretly a gentleman. Or was it the gentleman with a dark secret? Either way, right now I needed a strong man, to relieve the pent-up desire that made me want to climb the walls.

I reached down between my legs and gasped. I was soaked down there. Had that turned off Alex, I didn't know? I decided that before he returned, I would freshen up in the bathroom. I wanted to be clean and fresh for Alex. Minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom fresh and clean, yet the burning remained, making me walk in a slightly odd way. Alex, where are you? I need you, now!

But Alex hadn't returned, and I plopped down on the bed in disappointment. It was a bit strange, that it took so long, but then he did say he had to cross the road to sell the ring at the pawn shop.

I turned to look longingly at the bed pillows, aching as I thought of Alex's efforts at removing the ring just minutes before . . . and then I noticed a small metal ring dangling from the bed post. Moving closer, I saw that there was a similar one on each corner of the bed. Puzzled, I looked about the room, and realized I hadn't previously noticed the rather garish decorations – a whip dangled from a hook on one wall, while chains and manacles adorned another. A painting of a slave girl being disciplined was so revolting that I walked over to get a closer look. The artwork, or whatever one should call it, depicted a dark-haired, slender girl chained to a post, while her bare ass showed red streaks, evidently from the large, muscular man depicted standing next to her with a whip in hand. I shivered at the look of helpless terror on the girl's face. What kind of room was this, I wondered? Then I remembered the chains that Alex had been about to tie me up with.

Turning to the heavy wooden wardrobe, I threw open the doors, and drew in a sharp breath. The wardrobe was already full of . . . .clothing, was that the word for it? Sheer slave gowns, tiny string underwear, and then there were the devices. Ropes, chains, wooden objects the girth of my wrist . . . . Quickly I closed the doors, pressing my bare back against them, and my chest heaving. This wasn't an inn at all. I'd heard of such places - it was a slave house, where traveling men could stop by for the night and rent slaves for their room. Those poor slave girls, how horrible! And what was I doing in one of these places?

Alex, that little devil, why'd he bring me here? Safer I realized. Those evil wizards wouldn't think to look for a woman sorceress in here. That was smart . . . but was there another reason? Suddenly I grinned. Alex had a bit of a naughty streak in him, I should know that by now. Well, I could be naughty too. I'd dress up a little for Alex, inspire him to waste no time in taking care of my needs upon his return.

Taking a deep breath, I turned around again and threw open the doors to the wardrobe. Clothing was going to be hard to come by. Biting my lip, I quickly grabbed a few things, then closed the doors and went to the bed, making a small pile with the garments I'd taken. First was a white string panty, with just a tiny triangle of material in front, and an even smaller one in back, held together by strings that tied at the hips. I put that on first, tying the strings snugly, not daring to go look in the mirror. The top was also white with red trim, sheer and flimsy. I pulled it over my head, and it strained as I pulled it down over my breasts, but it fit snugly once in place. What little it did cover was easily seen through the material; I could see my own nipples, teased into hardness by the touch of the soft material. I found a short white skirt that matched the top and slipped into it. I noticed that my heart was beating rapidly.

Feeling a rush of excitement, I picked up the final piece of the costume. I slid the two soft, leather cuffs around my wrists, and used the tiny key to lock them, then I put the slender, matching leather collar around my neck, brushing my dark hair out of the way. A tiny metal chain dangled from the collar down almost to my knees, where it then split in two and went to the wrist cuffs. A second chain, the length of my arm, dangled loosely from the wrist cuffs, but I didn't know its purpose. The whole set seemed like decoration rather than restraint, for it left my hands free to move around. Although without the key or some magic, I wasn't sure I'd be able to remove them. Decoration or not, the sensation of the collar around my slender neck and the leather cuffs on my wrists, was disconcerting to say the least. I closed the heavy doors to the dresser and walked over to the bed, to look at myself in the long mirror at the foot of the bed.