Karina The Sorceress Ch. 03

Well, I certainly looked the proper slave girl, I thought. It was a bit shocking to see myself displayed such, my full breasts clearly visible through the sheer top, and . . . oh dear, I thought, reaching down between my thighs.

"Lords," I gasped, touching the white panties in surprise. I hadn't noticed before, but the panties were split down the middle . . . to give easy access to my most private place, I realized. Who would think of such a thing? Then I giggled. I couldn't wait to see Alex's eyes bulge from their sockets. I looked stunning, I had to admit, as I turned about and thrust out my hips, adopting a slinky pose to admire in the mirror. I felt that stirring inside, and saw myself blush. The cool water I'd washed myself with had dulled my desire a bit, but now my body was heating up again. I thought of Alex returning, throwing open the door . . . seeing me half naked and chained. . . tearing off my clothes . . . throwing me on the bed . . . .

I heard a low thump, then another one. I placed my hand to my chest - my heart was pounding in my chest. The sound came again. No silly, it's the door.

"Come in!" I said, in my most sultry voice. "I'm ready for you . . ."

I turned to face the door, adopting a sexy pose. I couldn't wait to see Alex's face at seeing me dressed like this.

There was another knock, louder this time. Wait, what if it wasn't Alex, but housekeeping? Or the innkeeper? Suddenly, I was fumbling with the tiny key, trying desperately to unlock the cuffs on my wrists. I saw the door handle turning. It wasn't locked? I got one wrist cuff on, fumbled with the 2nd one, there got it! Oh wait, the neck collar!

Too late, I stood there frozen as the door swung open. "Why hello, my little sorceress," said the powerfully built man framed in the doorway.

"You!" I cried out. There standing only feet away from me was the demon, his piercing eyes taking in all of me, while his mouth curved in a grin. I felt faint.

"How good of you to dress for the occasion," he said, moving into the room and closing the door. How could he be here? I thought, my knees feeling wobbly. If I didn't act quickly . . .

He took his eyes off me for a second, and that was all I needed. My hands flashed up and my mind conjured the piercing ice spell. Dammit, I thought, remembering that my magic wasn't working. The bastard was grinning at me.

"I see my device is working properly," said the demon, who'd closed the distance between us such that he was now within arm's reach of me. As my mind spun, thinking of what to do, I realized I had an edge. He didn't know that Alex had removed the ring.

"What do you want?" I demanded, glaring at the demon. I wished his human form wasn't so . . . attractive. I'd much prefer horns on his head, big pointy teeth . . . crossed red eyes.

"Just to check on you. You had a difficult day yesterday," he answered, taking another step closer. I could only stand rigidly, the leather cuffs held in my hands, no longer on my wrists, but still attached to the collar I hadn't had time to remove. The demon reached up and took hold of my wrists. Demon or not, when he stood so close to me, his bulging forearms rippling as he held my slender wrists, I couldn't help but feel small and female. My mind resented his presence, but my body was reacting to the closeness of a powerful, handsome male. I needed release, and my body was mindlessly preparing itself for the use of a strong male.

"Did they hurt you?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"W-what?" I stammered, his calm, gentleness confusing me.

"The men, in the inn . . . I never meant for you to be hurt." I looked into his eyes, and saw genuine concern there. Or it looked genuine. I blinked at him.

"Uh, I'm . . . ok," I murmured, distracted by the feel of his warm hands holding mine. My eyes narrowed. "Don't pretend that you care about me," I accused.

The demon smiled, not the mocking smile he usually wore, but different. "You're too beautiful to be abused by such men, I apologize for that."

I was speechless, only gaped at him. Was the demon really apologizing, or was this some trick?

"Ah, I see you are having trouble with your slave chains," he said, his voice soft and deep. "Let me help you with that."

"What?" I stammered, my face feeling warm. His soft voice and gentle touch had caught me completely off guard. He reached up to my neck, and unsnapped the chain from my neck collar, leaving the leather around my neck. Then he took the wrist cuffs from my grasp. "What are you doing?" I managed, trapped by his dark green eyes that looked into mine.

"Turn around," he answered, his low voice compelling me to obey. I didn't know why my heart was thumping against my rib cage, as my barely covered back touched his chest, and he folded his powerful arms around me, reaching up to take hold of my hands.

"You're a true beauty, Karina," he whispered, his voice just above my ear. I trembled at the heat between my thighs, strangely grateful for his arms to keep me from collapsing. My body was surrendering without a fight. He spoke again, "you'll make a lovely slave girl."

My eyes widened, "What?" I demanded, suddenly feeling trapped and nervous. "Hey, what are you doing?" I blurted, as he stepped back, pulling my wrists apart and behind my back.

"No!" I protested, realizing too late his intentions, as I felt him place the leather cuffs first on one wrist, then the other. I struggled helplessly in his powerful grip as my wrists were bound behind me. He turned me around, and I glared at him. "You bastard," I spat, disgusted at the way I'd fallen for his trick.

The demon chuckled, "We will have to work on your manners."

"Let me go, demon!" I retorted, twisting left and right as I tried to separate my wrists. But the chain that held them together, decoration or not, seemed strong enough to hold me. The long chain length that he'd detached from my neck collar was flailing around as I struggled, and that made the demon grab my upper arm in annoyance.

"You seemed considerably more amenable yesterday, sorceress," he said, "when those soldiers had you bent at the waist, serving them on both ends."

I stopped at stared at him, open mouthed.

"Yes, I was there," he nodded, "quite the show I must say."

"You really are a bastard," I murmured, my face filled with shame.

"Yes, you mentioned that. You know I was looking forward to seeing them fill you, one after another . . . but I must say, you have a knack for getting out of tight situations."

I thought about my near escape yesterday at the bar. Yet here I was, caught again. "So you're going to give me back to them now, is that your twisted plan?" I accused.

The demon shook his head, "I don't like your tone, sorceress. Most females become quite docile when they wear the slave chains." He looked at me oddly. "Ah, perhaps it's because . . ."

He was reaching behind me before I could react, and he took hold of the two lengths of chain that dangled from my wrists, one so long it touched the floor.

"What are you doing?" I said, suspicious.

"These two lengths of chains are not attached, let me help you with that," he said. He spun me around, and grabbed the chain that held my wrists together, then lifted it up. I felt him moving the leather collar on my neck, and then I heard a metallic snap, and when he moved away, I couldn't lower my wrists anymore, they were held fast at the middle of my back by the chain now attached to my neck collar.

He was looking down at me. "It's meant to give your owner free access to your shapely ass, without the interference of your hands." His hand moved behind me to illustrate his point, and I jumped at his gentle caress.

"And this other chain, the long one?" he continued. "This one goes down between your legs, like this . . . then up to attach in the front."

I tried to close my legs to stop him, but he had already run the chain length between my thighs, and then he reached up and clipped it to my neck collar. Attached, it dangled loosely down between my breasts, to hang against the middle of my thigh. I looked at the demon in annoyance and confusion.

Seeing that I still didn't get it, he reached toward my chest, took the chain in his fingers and pulled upward and toward him.

"Oh!!" I exclaimed, as the chain was lifted up until it touched my panties. The demon lifted his hand higher, driving the chain upwards to slide between the opening in my special panties. The touch of the cold metal on the heat of my womanhood made me gasp and squeeze my thighs together in protest. I tried to lower my wrists behind my back, to give myself some slack in the chain, but the demon simply countered by pulling the chain higher. I could feel it sliding up between the folds of my tender pussy, driving me to rise up on my tiptoes. "Stop, please!" I cried out, growing desperate at the uncomfortable burning that was growing down there between my thighs. My hands struggled to escape the cuffs that held them behind my back, but that only increased the tension on the chain between my thighs.

"Stop that!" I exclaimed, desperation entering my voice. "Please!" His eyes bore into me, his lips a wide grin as he observed my discomfort and humiliation. The demon spoke. "Will you show me proper respect?"

"Respect?" I cried. He was out of his mind. The demon jerked the chain a little higher.

"Ohh!! Y-yes, ok, ok, I will, just stop!" I moaned, straining up on my toes, trying to ease the terrible discomfort. He jerked once more, drawing a cry from my lips, to show me who was in control.

"Please . . . I . . . will show you proper respect!" I cried, trembling as I stood on my toes.

"That's more like it," said the demon after a moment. He eased back then, and I lowered my heels to the floor with a heavy gasp of relief. Then he snapped the chain, drawing a yelp from me as the tiny metal links slapped against me. "But you will do exactly as I say, or the next time I won't be so gentle. Do you understand, slave?"

I nodded quickly, ashamed to be called a slave, yet unable to look up at him. What was I going to do? Whatever he had planned for me I knew I wanted no part of it. When his hand touched my shoulder, softly rubbing my flesh, I shivered.

"Tell me, Karina," he whispered in my ear, "how does it feel to be chained like a lowly pleasure slave? Some females find that being bound by a powerful man makes them helpless with desire. Do you find that to be true?"

I opened my mouth to tell him what I thought of that, but he gave the chain a firm yank, making me moan instead, my thighs clenching together.

"Shall I check myself?" he said into my ear, his hand sliding around my bare waist and downward toward my hip.

"No—" I whimpered, shaking my head. I felt so enflamed and tender down between my thighs, that I couldn't bear him touching me there. "Please don't!"

"Ah, good," he said, his breath caressing my earlobe. "A natural slave knows how to beg for mercy from her master." With his hand, he continued to give soft tugs on the chain that tormented my delicate folds.

"I'm not a slave!" I moaned, my body twitched with each jerk of the chain.

"Oh, but you are, you just don't know it yet," he replied, tilting my head so he could breath softly on my ear. "Such a soft, sensual creature you are. Look at you trembling with desire at my slightest touch."

I shook my head wildly. It wasn't true, I couldn't let him do this to me. Frantic, I looked about the room, for something, some idea to use against him, before I fell completely under his control. There was nothing.

So I did the only thing I could think of. I screamed for help.

Strangely, the demon didn't try to stop me, he only looked at me curiously. I screamed again, louder this time, as my courage returned. I stopped screaming when I heard the pounding of footsteps. Help was on the way. The demon wouldn't display his powers in front of so many humans. I looked at him, looking at his eyes for some sign that I'd outsmarted him, but he only stepped away from me and waited. I could hear them outside the door, and I glared at the demon, as if to tell him he wasn't going to get away with this. He only smiled in return, which made me slightly nervous.

"Stop smiling, demon" I said, trying to sound confident."I'm their guest, they'll recognize me, and arrest you."

The bastard's smile only widened, and I couldn't help wonder what he was up to.