Karina The Sorceress Ch. 02

The seated man they called Max smiled down at me. "Yes, she does. Now girl, you're going to serve me, and you better be good."

The reality of what was happening struck me when he finished undoing his laces, and he reached into his pants, pulling out his already erect manhood. I gasped, for I had never been so close to a man's cock, it looked enormous up close.

"Guess she's never seen such a sight, eh fellas?" said the soldier, moving his cock about like a wand. "Now pleasure me, girl," he said to me, as his hand in my hair began to maneuver my head over his member.

"No, please!" I protested meekly, struggling against the hands on my hips and the tangled fist in my hair. "I don't want to--mmm!"

My words were cut off as he pushed his cock against my lips, which closed tightly to stop the invasion. His manhood felt hot on my lips, and I decided right then there was no way I would let it into my mouth. The man laughed, for he had probably expected my reaction, and he gestured to the standing soldiers. Almost immediately, I felt a hand on my bare ass, sliding down between my thighs to touch my pussy. Two fingers delved into me, sliding smoothly between my soaked nether lips. The burning from my earlier torments returned in full force, and I moaned helplessly as the fingers slid deep into me. I felt them withdraw almost completely, then were they forced deeply again, causing my hips to spasm. It took every effort to keep my mouth closed against the invasion of his manhood. With each deeper penetration of the fingers, my struggles became more frantic. Then the fingers contacted the ring, and an explosion of pleasure ignited inside me.

"Oh god, noo—mmppphh!" My lips had parted to gasp out the words, and at that moment the soldier pushed down on my head, propelling his cock between my lips. I moaned and squirmed as I felt his warm flesh squeeze itself deeply into my mouth. I tasted something pungent, and withdrew my tongue. The taste was not unpleasant, but I had no desire to taste this man.

As if he read my resistance, the soldier commanded me. "Now use your tongue, and suck me good, girl," he said, lifting my head so that his cock slid back out of my mouth. I licked my lips to remove the saliva, and hesitated, unsure what to do. In moments, I felt the cold steel of the dagger at my throat.

"No, wait!" I protested. "You won't kill me . . . over this?" It was half statement, half question. I knew he wouldn't kill me, yet the fear made me weak.

The soldier chuckled. "No, you're right, we wouldn't." Then I felt something cold touch my bottom beneath the skirt. "But I would carve my name in your ass. To forever remind you of this day."

"Yes, do it!" said one of the other soldiers, encouraging the one with the knife. I felt my heart catch in my throat.

"No, please, not that! I . . . I'll do it," I assured him, feeling great shame at my fear. Whatever they were going to do with me, I knew I couldn't be reminded of it every time I saw a mirror.

"Very well," he said, "and you better do a good job, or I might carve my name anyway." Coupled with triumphant laughter, the bastard lowered my head onto the end of his cock, and as it contacted my lips, I opened my mouth and began to caress the head with my tongue. My fear about my inexperience was eased when I was greeted with a satisfied grunt from the soldier, telling me the underside of his cockhead was the most sensitive. The best way to get this over with was to pleasure him. I attacked that part with my tongue, sliding it up and down the small crevice I found there. My fear about the imminent returning wizards spurred me on.

"Oh, that's good," groaned the soldier. He let me explore with my tongue for another few moments, then with a grunt he pushed my head downward, filling my mouth with his expanding manhood. I couldn't believe the size of it, and it made me gag a bit when he pushed too deeply. I caressed his rod with my tongue as it moved in and out between my lips.

"Hey, he's having all the fun," I heard a man say. I heard something rustling behind me, but was unable to see anything as my head was kept rising up and down, my face directed downward. Seconds later, I felt something warm press against my thigh. It was another cock, this one just as hard. The man behind me was sliding the tip of his member forward between my thighs, its shaft sliding over the top of my soaked pussy. I trembled with unbidden desire, as I realized that the man would shortly be putting that hard thing inside me. That realization caused my body to flame higher, and I almost choked, strangled noises coming from my throat. The seated man lifted my head off his cock for a moment.

"No, please don't!" I gasped for breath, feeling the man behind me holding his cock at the entrance to my pussy, teasing me. "I . . . I can't do this while he's . . ."

"While he's fucking your wet pussy?" the one who held my head answered for me. "Don't be a selfish wench, we know you want it, in all your holes."

"No! I don't ---ohhh!" I moaned as a finger slid along my wetness, to illustrate my desire to me. It was the ring, it had bewitched my body; there was no other explanation for my body's eagerness to accept these cruel strangers.

"No?" said a man behind me, his finger now twirling around the exquisitely tender nub that was swelling to his touch. "Your body tells the truth, as your lips lie to us. Look at your nipples, so big and swollen."

As if his humiliating observation wasn't enough, the man who held my head captive reached out to squeeze my nipple tightly, drawing a moan from my throat. Spurred on by my response, he squeezed my breasts, pulling and tweaking my sensitive nipples. I squirmed helplessly, feeling so vulnerable in that position, my ass pointing toward the man behind me, and my head held in the other's grip, while my breasts dangled invitingly. The finger traced circles around my inner pussy lips, and sought out my clit where it hid beneath the moist folds. I whimpered and choked as he showed no mercy, teasing it into hardness.

"Look at how her ass wiggles for us," said the one behind me to his buddies. "Should I stick it in her?"

I moaned and shook my head no, but the men only laughed. "She wants it, just look at her."

I whimpered as I felt the head of his cock begin to spread my wet lips. It felt large, and warm, and the slight pressure only increased my desire. Despite the burning need, I tried to move my hips away from him, but the strong hands on my waist began to pull me slowly, terribly onto his cock. "Ah, please!" I gasped, my back arching.

"Ok, as you wish," he said, then plunged himself deep inside me. I screamed from the pleasure that threatened to rupture my insides. He began a rhythmic, slow stroking that left me gasping for breath, my hips trembling as I tried to escape his impaling cock that felt so large and hot inside me. My gaping mouth was too inviting to the man who held my head, and I found my mouth suddenly filled with his still hard cock. For reasons beyond my comprehension, the flesh in my mouth seemed to increase my desire, and I choked and squirmed against the bonds that held my arms behind my back.

"Come on, girl, do what you did before," said the man as he lifted my head up and down on his rod. I whimpered a protest, for I couldn't concentrate with my pussy being impaled so deeply. It wasn't fair, that I should have to pleasure him with my mouth, while I was being taken so. My heart was pounding and I struggled to breathe through my nose as he held worked my mouth over his throbbing cock. I strained as best I could to escape the deep, wet strokes of the man behind me, but with each deep penetration my body flamed higher. Control began to slip away, until I found myself pushing my hips back to meet his plunging cock, to work it deeper and harder, whatever would bring me the blessed relief I now craved above all else. My body was tensing, as if readying itself to explode into flame. I felt the thick organ in my mouth begin to swell, and I sensed the man who held my head begin to stiffen, the tears flowed as I saw the ultimate humiliation approaching, inevitable and to be witnessed by so many. No, no! Not in my mouth, please! I thought, not even hearing the sudden shouting across the room, so caught up was I in my body's ravishment.

Still unable to see the growing commotion in the room, I became aware when I heard a bellowing voice.

"Where is that bitch?" boomed an angry voice. I distant part of my brain realized it could only be the wizard, returned from his unsuccessful search, for me.

What happened next was a blur, as I was suddenly, violently pulled by a powerful hand on my arm. I watched helplessly, almost forlorn, as the cock slipped from my mouth, and the other slid wetly from my pussy, and then I was thrown over someone's shoulders like I weighed nothing at all. I tilted my head up so I could see, just in time to see whoever carried me swing a booted foot up into the back of the second soldier, sending him crashing into the first, both of them holding their cocks in hand. The soldiers perhaps tried to stop it, but it was too late, and white jets of fluid began to spurt out. Without my body as their vessel, their fluids landed on each other, causing their faces to contort in horror. Despite my confusion, my mind registered what I saw, and I laughed. Both of the cum-stained soldiers turned toward me then, and I had a flash of anger before the room lit up an orange glow.

The soldiers not busy with me had taken offense at the wizard's tone, and drawn their swords. The three wizards each raised their arms to conjure an attack, but the apprentice closest to the soldiers was too slow, and he could only look surprised as a sword plunged into his chest. The master wizard was quicker, and his fireball caught the other soldier square in the chest, sending him flying backwards to land in a fiery heap. As we burst through the front door of the inn, I caught a glimpse of the master wizard's angry gaze. He'd be coming after me, that was certain, as soon as he finished with the hapless soldiers.

I had more immediate concerns, like finding out whose shoulders I was bouncing on. I tried to twist about, and then suddenly my stomach dropped as I was hoisted up onto a horse. I was then roughly taken off the man's shoulder and placed face down in front of him across his lap, where the pommel pressed into my belly. I turned to see his face. Alex.

"Alex, it's you!" I exclaimed, unable to describe the emotion that filled my chest at the sight of him. My happiness was quickly dashed by the look of disgust with which he regarded me. Before I could speak, he kicked his heels and the horse took off on a gallop away from the inn. Bouncing on my belly was painful, so when I protested, Alex lifted me up and set me down facing him, with my legs straddling his hips. In that position, my naked, still burning flesh was pressed up against his front, and I blushed, but he wasn't even looking at me, so disgusted was he. Despite his lack of interest in my well being, over the next few miles, the friction of riding naked on a bouncing horse brought my need back to the surface, and when we finally stopped, I was breathless.

"Please, Alex, I can explain-" I began, but he brought up a finger to my lips. His touch on my mouth made me weak, and I was unable to keep my hips from moving slightly against him.

"I saw you," he said, the look in his eyes turning my heart cold. "I saw you . . . offer yourself to that man." He was incredulous, and I shook my head, but his hand returned to my mouth to keep me silent. "And look at you," he continued, a hand on my shoulder leaning me away from him, so that he could look at my breasts. My nipples were little swollen peaks at the center of my ample breasts, and he moved a hand up to squeeze one, drawing a gasp from my lips. His touch wasn't romantic, more like a man examining a beast, and I blushed. My hands were still bound behind my back, and I wondered why he hadn't untied me.

"You're just ready and eager for whatever man stands before you, is that it?" he said, shaking his head again. I shook my head as I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

"No?" he mocked. Then I gasped as he reached down between us.

"Ah—no!" I moaned as his finger delved inside the heated furnace at the juncture of my widespread thighs. "A-Alex, please!" I choked, my head falling against his chest as he set me aburn with surprising skill. I expected him to stop, gentleman that I took him to be. Yet he didn't, instead adding a second finger to better fill me. "Oh god, n-no, please, Alex, I'm not like—ohh!" I moaned, my hips jerking as I arched my back, his hand holding me astride the horse, else I'd have fallen off. It was unlike him, to torment me like this, yet I found it impossibly arousing. My body was quickly under his spell, and I moved helplessly to the rhythm of his fingers. My body thrashed about, held in his lap by his strong hand on my bound arms behind me. My breasts dangled enticingly before him, and when he lowered his lips to take a swollen nipple in his mouth, I threw my head back and screamed. I felt a wave of pleasure approaching as my body began to tense for release. That which I'd been craving all day, was finally within reach. I gave in to the overpowering sensations, only vaguely aware of my screams of pleasure as he worked me closer and closer.

"Oh, Alex! I-I'm going to . . ." Just then his fingers plunged deeply, and I spasmed against him as my body climaxed, rippling with a long wave of intense heat that crashed over me, repeatedly. He seemed to know just how to extend it, and my orgasm went on so long I feared my heart would burst, until finally I slumped against his chest, murmuring incoherently, my mind a mush of warm pleasure unlike anything I'd experienced in my life. As I leaned against him in exhaustion, his hand came to the back of my neck to hold me, and his touch warmed my heart. Sleep came to me then, the deep sleep of an exhausted sorceress.