The Demon Queen's Tower Pt. 04

"Fucking bastard -" snarled Ormgard, but she was too late. With a high-pitched whine, Amblach came, his cock pumping in his hand, his come spraying out in long, powerful ropes. Some hit the wall, but most landed directly on Ormgard's chest and stomach, three or four long lines of glistening, pearlescent come.

She gasped, then slumped to the ground, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, deeply and profoundly asleep. Amblach's magical come worked fast.

"Oh fuck," said Amblach. His legs were shaking, and his vision was still tunneled from his powerful orgasm, but he knew something was amiss.

With a grunt, Aznar lunged forward, stepping over Ormgard's sleeping frame to grab the wizard by a shank of his long hair. He pulled him suddenly forward, and then crashed his forehead as hard as he could into the bridge of the wizard's nose. There was a sickening crunch, a gout of blood, and the wizard stumbled backwards, falling hard into the wall and cracking his skull against the stones. He lay there stunned and still, his eyes swimming and unfocused.

Aznar flung himself out as far as he could on the ground. He was still attached to the wall by the chain on his left arm, but by straining every last inch of his tall frame he was able to get a toe onto Ormgard's skirt. Straining, sweating, the tension crackling in every nerve of his body, he dragged the cloth towards him, bringing the key ring within grasp. With a shout of triumph, he grabbed the keys, and undid his other arm.

Amblach was coming out of his daze, so Aznar put a heel into his stomach, then dragged him over to another pair of iron shackles hanging from the wall in the far corner of the cell. He rolled the wizard onto his belly and then snapped the irons onto his wrists.

"His mouth!" hissed Dhurzinal from the cell across the hall. "Bind his mouth, or he'll be able to use a spell to escape!"

"Good thinking!" said Aznar. He stuffed Ormgard's skirt into the wizard's mouth, tying it off behind his ears, and then turned to look at the sleeping giantess. She was snoring gently, a contented look on her face.

"How long will she be out?" he asked.

"At least twenty-four hours," said Charga. "Amblach's come is a potent soporific!"

Anzar hurried across the hall, opening their cell and freeing the three men from their chains. The three looked at him, amazed.

"A brilliant plan!" said Charga, shaking his head in wonder. "How you did it, I'll never know!"

"Just had to work 'em up into a proper fuck frenzy!" laughed Aznar. "Hard to keep your head when all you can think about is getting off, and those two idiots were already too far gone after my performance for Zzaral earlier. Now, I need some food," he said.

The four men ate the lentils and bread on the table while they conversed in low tones. The stew had grown cold, but the starving mean didn't mind. Halfway through their discussion, Amblach began to stir, but he did little more than emit a few muffled moans of pain from his far, damp corner.

"Zzaral will boil them alive!" said Hramath with a grin. His gaunt features looked cadaverous in the flickering lamplight, but there was a new light in his eyes. Whether that was from the prospect of escape, or simply from seeing his hated jailers facing humiliation and punishment, not even he could say, but for the first time in a long while he felt strong again.

"Serves them right," said Dhurzinal. "But how are we going to get out of here? There are guards beyond the far door, and more in the antechamber."

"It'll be a challenge," said Aznar. "But better to die fighting than live a slave to these monsters."

"But better still to escape with our lives," said Charga. He lifted the long bread knife from the table, and felt its tip experimentally. Then he nodded towards Amblach's discarded cloak, heaped in a pile before Aznar's former cell. "How about a disguise?"