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(MF, nc, bd, tort, mc, fantasy) *** Dirk tested his bonds quietly. He lay on the stone table, strapped tightly at the knees and elbows. He was naked and a bit bruised from fighting the guards who had captured him and bound him down. Perhaps there was no hope anymore, but he refused to give up. Somewhere there were rebels against Queen Anoxia's rule. While he lived he could hope for aid, and if he fell the fight would be taken up by others. He thought ruefully of comrades who had fallen along the way. Dirk was the last of the Four Guardians. The other three lay dead, and their Trusts had been taken. Dirk had been the last hope, and he had been defeated at the last and his talisman taken too. Robbed of his powers and strength by the loss of his star gem, Dirk was at the end of his story. He wondered why he still lived, then looked around at the dark stone walls and remembered the silent men who had brought him here. Torture, he thought as he fought his straps again. Castration. Amputation. Then death, he decided. Never mind what came first. He had failed, and fallen into the hands of the evil Queen Anoxia. He fell into dark thoughts of the Queen's treachery and brilliance, and the way the firelight had flickered on her rubies and emeralds, and on her green eyes and red hair. He could almost smell her perfume, a thick flowery musk. He realized slowly that the Queen herself was standing quietly over him, staring with her blood-red lips parted. "You are a big man, Dirk Trustbearer," she said calmly, eyes hooded. "Call me not so, for I have lost my Trust. I defended as well as mortal man could have done, and feel no shame. But I fear that power in your hands, lady." Dirk sighed, staring at the ceiling. Anoxia stepped further into the light which shone on Dirk's naked body. She wore a black robe which hid her form and accented her red hair, which was held only by a thin golden circlet. She held four stones on a golden chain in her left hand: red, gold, green, blue. The four Trusts. The basic magic and power that moved this world, a world carved from dark night by wizardry by those escaping a power that clove universes. A world with no day or night, no sky or ground, but only Rooms in the tarry stone-like blackness between day and night. A world which had survived wars and strife until the Red Queen was born to sit the throne of the Second Kingdom. Now the bitch held life and death in her red-nailed hands. She chuckled. "In my hands?" she placed her right hand upon Dirk's naked crotch. It felt soft and warm. Dirk's penis became alert. He cringed inwardly from the touch. "My hands have many powers, Dirk. Some have said, magic." She chuckled again. It was a mischievous sound. "I could bind you to me and make you my happy slave with only the magic of my hands, but that would take months." She began to stroke Dirk's penis, which purred like a lazy cat and began to swell. It had been months since Dirk had taken a woman and his balls were heavy. He felt the need grow at the base of his penis. The evil Queen put the Trusts around her neck on their chain and moved back into the darkness, returning after some clinking with a short black bottle. She uncorked it and shoved it into Dirk's mouth. He sputtered on the fiery liquid, spitting until he recognized brandy, then swallowed it down. The Queen smiled and turned the bottle up to her own red lips and drained it, then set it down with a clunk. "Thanks," gasped Dirk. If anyone ever needed a drink. "Now," Anoxia told him with a smile, "Now I am going to cast a spell on you, Lord Dirk. You will be my loyal slave and servant, and bear your Trust in my name. I can hardly wait. I've wanted you for years, but you always lusted after that fluttery Aeriel. Now, my turn comes at last." Dirk gritted his teeth, unable to stand her reference to Aeriel, the young Princess and Lightbearer, now heir to her captive Third Kingdom, if she was indeed still alive with the rebels. The evil Queen walked out of the light again. Dirk craned his neck and watched her hang her dark cloak upon the wall. She was nude beneath it, and her buttocks were startlingly shapely above long strong legs. Her red hair flowed down a muscular back. She turned slowly and met his eyes, which were fighting to meet hers above the challenge of her big ripe breasts. Her laugh was evil, delighting in his helpless lust. She shoved another brandy bottle to his lips, this one containing not brandy but some sour stuff which made his mouth contract. He swallowed some before spitting, instantly the room began to spin slowly. She leaned over him, breasts jiggling and a smirk on her full lips. "Open your mouth," she commanded. Dirk felt himself sliding away as his mouth opened. She poured in another slug of sour stuff, chuckling to herself. The dungeon room spun around and around. Dirk began to smile dazedly. The evil Queen fetched a basin of red gooey stuff and began to smear it all over Dirk's naked body. The smell of crushed berries filled the room. She squished it around his cock and balls, and pushed her red-nailed finger between his buttocks with a glob of it. It began to tingle and burn, then to feel warm and inviting. The Queen's hands rubbed his thighs and belly, back and forth, back and forth, rhythmically relaxing his muscles, which once relaxed were unable to move again. Dirk began to make little cooing sounds and his eyes rolled wildly. The hands moved up to his torso, matting his chest hair with gooey red, and around his strong shoulders, then back down again in a slowly maddening cycle. It felt intoxicating and soothing. She was his enemy, toying with him! He had to resist, to hold on to his honor even though his own Trust was being used against him. His fingers were limp and heavy, his eyelids drooping closed. He realized that the power sapping his will came from the four gems around her neck, glowing now in the gloom. She was his enemy, the most glorious being in the world, and when his honor was satisfied and he had fought his best, he would become her slave and maybe, just maybe, she would touch his... "No! No! Noooo!" Dirk moaned, realizing that he had lost already, that his body and soul were betraying him. It was true, he couldn't fight this anymore than he had fought the soldiers. The green Trust began to glow brighter, then the Queen's big green eyes were staring into Dirk's. They were so wise and strong. The strongest thing in the world. She smiled as he stared worshipfully. "Repeat after me, Dirk. I am the slave of Queen Anoxia. My thoughts are only of serving her. I love her and will do anything she asks. My will is hers to command." Dirk peacefully repeated everything she had said. His cock was gigantically erect. She raised the glowing green gem and pressed it to his forehead. It hissed and sizzled but left no mark. Dirk cried out sharply. "So are you bound by your words, my slave." Anoxia surveyed her new possession. "A fine big boy you are, too. A test of your devotion; will you die for me now?" Dirk babbled that he would. His cock jerked. Anoxia took a twist of wire muffled in thick cloth and pinched his nostrils shut. She began to massage his hard cock, sliding the tingling red goo around it, then rubbing the head roughly. "Hold your breath. Don't breathe." She beat his cock, counting slowly in her mind to a hundred. "Breathe," she ordered. Dirk gasped, red lights flashing in his eyes. "Hold your breath," she ordered, a wicked giggle escaping her. Dirk's head spun. Everything seemed far away except his cock, huge and hot in her slippery hands. She counted again, wickedly making it a hundred and twenty this time before she let him breathe, then stopped him again, enforcing it with a gooey red hand across his mouth. Dirk spun slowly in a web of pleasure, his pulse booming in time with her voice. She didn't make it to a hundred this time; Dirk screamed and began pumping semen. She quickly put her mouth to his cock and sucked him dry, enjoying his cries. Power! she thought. This is the life. Dirk looked around, aware that hours had passed. He was alone, bound to the table in the dark cell, smiling. He giggled as thought of how completely spellbound he was and how he loved it. The wonderful Queen had gone, but when she returned, she would - He drifted off into fantasies. A small hand clutched his shoulder in the dark. A small voice said timidly "Dirk. Are you all right?" Obediently he replied, "Yes, mistress." The hand withdrew with a small 'eek.' Dirk knew that voice, that hand. He forced the grin off his lips and thought. "Aeriel?" he made his mouth say. "Dirk! What's happened to you?" Her whisper was fierce. What was Aeriel doing here, in the dungeon. "We've broken in to find you, there's fighting everywhere. Has she taken your Trust?" "I am the Queen's now," Dirk replied proudly. "My will is hers. I love her." There was dead silence. Once he had said words like that to her. He didn't seem to care now. "Did, did she use the Trust against you?" Aeriel seemed nauseated. "A spell?" "All four Trusts," Dirk said proudly. His cock began to stir at the memory. Memory... there was something... Light began to glow in the chamber, a white light tinged with gold and purple. Aeriel bore the Minor Charge, the last of the magic sources not in the Queen's hands. She became visible, her long stern face and platinum hair glowing above the tiny gem in her ring. She wore her usual filmy white gown, out of place here in a dungeon. Dirk's hair began to stand up as the air charged with power. The straps snapped like grass at his knees and elbows and he sat up groggily. Aeriel's magic stopped him cold. Her eyes were like glowing gems. "You are MINE, and all this world's. I will match my power against the evil Queen's for you, Trustbearer. ALL my power." Her gown fell to the ground. The golden light came from her flesh now, glowing against the evil darkness. Her breasts were high and pink and her legs were long. She had never undressed before a man, never had sex. She unleashed all her power, her light brightening, and Dirk looked at her. He couldn't look away. The power of the gems began to lessen as he tried to reach for her. Her ring glowed purple and gold as she began to kiss him passionately. Dirk thought of the voluptuous queen as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. Aeriel was long and slim and her breasts were tiny, but she was in her own way a fascinating woman. Dirk began to respond, his tongue twining against hers. His hands began to itch to touch her glowing breasts; as if reading his mind she popped one into his mouth. The nipple erected under his tongue as he flicked it. The queen won't like this, his new loyalties prompted him. What queen, his mind answered. Aeriel placed a hand on his cock, then wiped red goo away disgustedly. "Antidote," she muttered. "Extract of Vampire plant, nasty stuff. She must keep strige-bane jelly nearby, especially if she touched you... here." She brought a bowl of golden ooze to the table and began to plaster it all over Dirk's naked body. Her luminous fingers lingered over his cock and balls, then slowly rubbed his buttocks and pushed golden goo into his anus. It tingled cleanly and a clean, sour smell filled the air. She tilted the bowl to his lips. He drank it, gagging on the thick sourness. It burned in his mind, surrounding Aeriel with a golden fog in his eyes. She began to rub his cock slowly, tenderly. His balls throbbed and his eyes began to roll back in his head; he fell weakly back upon the table and began to moan. Aeriel kissed him again and again, then amazingly took his cock in her mouth. She made a startled noise, pulling back to say, "Oh Dirk," in a melting little voice. She licked and nibbled, head bobbing. Dirk wanted more than anything to grab her glowing blonde head and ram his cock into her, but he was limp and floating, entirely under her spell. He moaned wordlessly and bucked his hips a little. She began slowly sucking the length of his cock, licking his head as she pulled it out, then letting it slide back down her throat. She stopped suddenly; Dirk moaned. She waited, then climbed on top of him and lowered her blonde cunt upon his face, buttocks like golden moons. Dirk was eager and began to lick her tiny clit with short, flicking strokes. She made a startled sound. "I had no idea," she panted, bending over to take him in her mouth. Soon they were both moaning and humming. Aeriel raised her bush from his lips and turned about on the table. She began to work his swollen slippery cock into her virgin cunt. Dirk stared at the splendid blonde beauty working above him, red and gold goo dripping from her lips and spattering her breasts. His cock slid into a tight, hot, secret place which gave irresistible pleasure. She stared at his face, lips quivering. Dirk was beyond ecstasy. "Oh Aeriel, I love you, oh you wonderful woman. Thank you, thank you!" Her face blossomed into a smile which touched his heart. She began to bounce up and down on his cock, riding him into a huge orgasm. She began to come as he filled her with hot semen, her face filling with an almost-terror as she lost her control and sobbed with pleasure. Her ring exulted with a flash of golden energy. Dirk suddenly felt nothing but amused contempt for the evil Queen. He realized that he was free of the Queen's spells, free of Aeriel's restraints, free of all spells and suggestions entirely - -and that he was lying naked on his own kitchen table, covered with red and yellow slime and that his name wasn't Dirk at all. Maryanne was straddling him, slime all over her long intelligent face and plump boobs, moaning as she continued to pump up and down on his deflating cock. He stared around at the pale walls of his kitchen, formerly the torture chamber of the evil Queen Anoxia. The red light on the coffeemaker seemed to wink at him. "Maryanne, you evil bitch," he said admiringly. "What an imagination you have. Or was it mine? I've got to be more careful about what I let you hypnotize me into doing." Maryanne fell forward on his hairy chest, panting. "What a big cock you have, Lord Dirk. You need have no fear of your own enchantress, milord. Remember, it's all about Trust. You gave me yours when you went under hypnosis again. Now tell me, did you come as good as I think you did?" Her dark hair was getting golden slime all over it as she licked his nipples. "Ugh, quit that," Jimmy said, grabbing her head. "Say, am I really covered with Vampire Root or something? What is this crap? And yes, I came like a madman, which I guess I was at the time. Both times." "It's half-congealed gelatin dessert. See, raspberry for mental domination and lemon for sex magic, says so on the box. And there's always room for more." She licked her finger with a wicked gleam in her blue eyes. Jimmy was looking around wildly. Maryanne tried not to giggle yet. He was so... cute. Especially hypnotized and erect. "You were, err, both girls? I mean the Queen was tall and dark, and you, and Aeriel? Do you mean that was all in my mind? " Jimmy looked so worried that Maryanne lost her composure and began to giggle. "You better hope so," she snickered. "I could have had ALL my friends in here for all you know. " She patted his arm. "I'm joking, Jim. I wouldn't do that, at least not without asking." He glared at her, then grinned. "I told you in trance what to see and not see before we did it tonight, so it really took two trances to set this up right. It was great! I feel like... an evil Queen. Heh, heh." "I feel silly," he confessed. "Did I look stupid?" "You looked noble and helpless, then horny as hell, even sticky and gooey, but never stupid." Maryanne told him smugly. "I loved every minute of it. C'mon, let's shower this off before it begins to set." He put his arm around her sticky waist and they headed for the bathroom. Maryanne tried not to snicker. Wait until the post-hypnotic suggestion she had planted in his mind about the shower began to take hold! The evil Queen giggled as she led her victim to his next doom. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67