The sorceress' tower (Kaybee & Kasey Jay)

[Kasey Jay]

After spending a night in the town of Beckenridge, Letha was half convinced that the rumours which she had heard were true. Not only did the locals tell many tales of the ‘evils’ to be found in the nearby tower, but the foreboding shadow the building cast seemed a very metaphor for the darkness contained within. Given such ill repute one might question why the young adventurer seemed more adamant than ever to enter the tower. The reason however was quite simple. Greed.

Some fighters sold their sword for the good of mankind, others for hatred of what they fought against… but for Letha, there was only one motive. Wealth was what she wanted, and tales of the riches contained the upper reaches of the tower were enough to make her brave whatever dangers laid within. Of course, she wasn’t entirely sure that the tales could be trusted, as many adventurers before her had attempted to plunder the heights of the tower, only to return empty handed. At least most of them had returned, that was surely a sign that whatever resided inside the tower was not particularly dangerous. The few that has disappeared had probably just been victim to the ancient tower’s failing architecture.

That was why when she had set off from Beckenridge in the morning, Letha had left her heavy plate metal armour in the town’s inn, instead wearing a set of furs she had purchased. If the old masonry did start to crumble while she was inside, she wanted to be able to move quickly. When she had actually arrived at the foreboding structure, she was glad to have listened to the advice of the towns-folk and bought the furs rather than leather.

From the very moment she pushed the large wooden door open and stepped inside, the chill air made her glad of the thick mantle around her shoulders, not to mention the thick boots and trousers. At first she had felt a little odd wearing clothes so bulky that they made her slim figure almost rectangular, but clearly it had been the right choice. Some of the cold still seeped through and made the adventurer wish she had also brought a warm cloak, but no, it was too likely to get caught on something. Despite not really needing the light, Letha lit one of her torches and held it up, with that small flame providing very little heat and mostly just comfort.

Doing what the towns-folk had asked, the adventurer closed the door behind herself. The people had claimed that they had been the ones to repair and maintain the door, thinking that it would help to seal whatever was inside the tower away. It was not a comforting thought however when it seemed like the young redhead had just sealed herself inside with it. Just to reassure herself, she tried the door again… and was relived to find it was still very easy to open from the inside too.

With the door closed again and one hand held aloft with the torch, the other resting on the pommel of her sheathed sword, Letha surveyed the room in earnest. The look around did not take long, the entrance hall was simply a dusty and somewhat plain stone room with only one key feature. The spiral staircase on the far side. Given that all of the rumours she’d heard had claimed that the bounty of wealth locked away in here resided on the top floor, the adventurer set forth and began to climb.

 

[Kaybee]

"Do you hear that?"

"I do sister..."

"A new girl has come to play..."

Voices like whispers at the edge of perception, audible, but without any clear source, all too easy to dismiss as a product of one's imagination.

"And a pretty one too..."

The second floor was a mess, broken wooden boards strewn about the place, scattered furniture, a handful of dusty books laying where they'd fallen. It looked like a fight -or possibly several fights- had happened here. There were even a few scorch marks here and there, though there was no sign of flames.

There was nothing to fight though, and as she picked her way through the rubble, Letha would see no traps. In fact, not only were there no traps to be sprung upon her, but there was nothing to suggest there had ever been any traps, no broken tripwires, no residual magic from detection or blasting sigils.... Nothing...

There were also no bodies.

It was certainly enough to possibly disconcert even a seasoned adventurer.

Ascending the stairs to the next floor brought something else. The room was wide and open, a few tables covered in various equipment and books were set up against the walls and a fire burned softly in a stone-tiled pit in the centre of the floor. However what really drew the eye was the woman sitting on the other side of the fire.

She was lightly clothed, a black top that did the bare minimum to cover the curve of her breasts and black stockings that hugged her crossed legs while a red hood covered her head. Her lips glistened red in the firelight and her eyes gleamed a golden brown as she regarded Letha. "Welcome to the tower plaything-to-be..."

And she smiled a predator's smile.

 

[Kasey Jay]

If she hadn’t already been on edge, the sight of the broken up contents of the second floor would have been enough to make the adventurer so. Indeed the place did look as though it had been the scene of a fight, but without any sign of either of the involved parties, there was no way of telling who or what had been battling here. The discarded books were the only clue really, as peasants and fighters alike tended not to possess such things. Whoever lived here, or used to live here, had been someone of education.

That did little to comfort Letha, as such pursuits had clearly been abandoned. The scorch marks and faint smell of char in the air attested to that. Whatever this seem had previously been used for, it no longer was.

With no reason to linger, the adventurer made her way carefully across the floor, wincing each time the boards underfoot creaked with the weight of a step. As she came close to reaching the stairs on the far side of the tower, the redhead paused and took a firmer grip on her sword. Was that… whispering? The sound hadn’t been loud, nor had the direction it came from been clear… but something had made a noise. Was there something alive in here with her, or did one of the empty windows of the tower allow in a breeze which disturbed something inside.

As she stood motionless, the thoughts running through Letha’s head made a cold sweat stand out on her forehead. What if there was something guarding the tower? After considering turning back, the redhead shook wiped her brow with the back of one of her new gloves and shook her head.

Had she really expected the tower to be completely empty? No, that was why she had brought her sword. If there was something up there, she would face it. Drawing her sword as slowly as possible so as to not make a noise, the adventurer started to slowly move forwards again.

With the silence in the tower there was no use in trying to hide her footsteps, even the soft padding of her boots seemed impossibly loud. As she neared the top of the stairs, Letha heard something else. Crackling and a dull rushing sound. It took her a moment to place it – a fire. Not a large one, but a fire none the less. Someone was in here.

With that certainty in her mind, Letha moved more quickly than she previously had and strode purposefully into the third-floor room. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the woman seated across the room. There was no denying that she was a beautiful woman, her clothes did little to hide that fact. Instantly the redhead thought it a false beauty, what kind of good woman would hide away in a tower.

The words that followed served only to confirm her suspicions, and Letha strengthened her stance and made a small gesture with her naked blade, drawing attention to it. With the sweat once again beading on her forehead, she demanded. “Who are you, what are you doing here?”

Above all else, she could only hope that the trepidation that she felt had not been audible in her voice.

 

[Kaybee]

"I'm Kelasa, and I am part owner of this tower you've so rudely barged into." The woman's smile softened slightly, then it hardened as her brow furrowed, though her voice retained some of that mocking countenance. "And with a naked blade in hand no less, how rude."

Her eyes never left Letha's and even as the woman rose and began to move around the fire that faint glow that the adventuress had at first thought to be reflected flames remained. Letha might realize at some point that the woman hadn't blinked, yet what was perhaps more worrisome was how the woman -despite her scornful words- seemed not to give the slightest hint of caring about the sword Letha held as she approached.

Still fixed in her gaze, Letha would feel almost as though she was falling, as though her limbs were heavy. She could still break the connection, turn her head away as she realized that something about those luminous eyes was drawing her in, captivating her...

A faint rustle from behind the adventuress was the only warning she had in that moment before a hand set upon her shoulder and while she might turn, the brief moment of contact sent a tingling charge down her sword-arm, the muscles of it suddenly going limp in response to the magic. "Starting without me sister?" This woman's features were slightly softer, but the shape of her face, the lines of her body, this newcomer was perfectly identical to the first woman. "I hope you weren't planning to keep her all to yourself..."

"Of course not Yolana..." The first woman, Kelasa, chuckled as she drew closer. "But she was quite rude, and rudeness needs to be punished..."

 

[Kasey Jay]

The adventurer found it quite hard to believe that the woman who spoke to her actually owned this tower. From the scorch marks downstars and the state of disrepair on the first two floors she thought it more likely that she had ‘disposed’ of the previous occupant and taken up residence. It was perhaps a mistake, but Letha found herself thinking little of the woman, as if previous adventurers had left unharmed, she couldn’t be particularly formidable.

All the same she kept her eyes fixed on the strange woman as she came closer, not forgetting what she had been told as soon as she had arrived. “Yes, well you’ll have to forgive my rudeness, I tend not to respond well when being threatened” the redhead answered sharply, but found her words starting to lack in conviction as she looked into Kelasa’s eyes.

Before she even thought about the rustle behind her, a bone-jarring tingle ran through her arm and caused her sword to drop to the floor with a clatter. The second voice, so very similar to the first, made the adventurer spin around, but with how close the identical woman was standing, she didn’t dare reach for her sword.

Instead she took a step back and waved her lit torch back and forth in a warding gesture. “Back, woman, back” she commanded, her fear now plain in her voice. Magic, that was the only explanation for what had happened to her arm. How was a disarmed warrior supposed to face magic? “Leave me be, or… or…” with those two sets of golden eyes looking at her, the will to finish that threat slipped away, instead being replaced by worry. Punished? What did they mean…

 

[Kaybee]

"What do you think? You were so rude that there needs to be a punishment you need to make it up to us somehow..." The golden glow in Kelasa's eyes seemed to brighten for a second as she spoke, Yolana having gone silent to let her sister hold Letha's focus for the moment. Once again the feeling of falling would come, as though Letha was falling into those luminous orbs, feeling heavy and lethargic, as though it would be so much easier to just sink to her knees...

"Yes..." Yolana spoke into Letha's head with a quiet mental speech spell as she saw the adventuress' eyelids flutter slightly, a tell-tale sign that she was starting to go under. "Just sink down... Get on your knees before them..."

"It will be so easy if you just give in..."

Adding to her sister's voice whispering inside Letha's head, Kelasa spoke too. "That's right pet, just let yourself fall... Kneel before us..." She held the adventuress' gaze but even as she attempted to impose her will through the hypnotic connection she was working another spell as well, a favorite of hers when it came to 'punishment'. A magical circle appeared just above her crotch and the flesh there twisted and warped before growing out, swelling into a thick masculine member that dripped with pre-cum.

If Letha gave in, it would be at eye level for her when she knelt, and from there, well, what would happen next should be obvious...

 

[Kasey Jay]

Letha was having a great deal of difficulty looking away from one of the twins eyes, she had lost track of which one and only really knew that it was the first one she had encountered. As she stared, the woman’s eyes seemed to flare. A punishment that would make up for her rudeness? As she watched those eyes, the desire to follow that request started to bloom inside of her.

What could she offer, money? If they allowed her free to go and fetch it, the adventurer had a little hold in her inn room. Something kept the redhead from opening her mouth to make this offer however, as she continued to look into those hypnotic golden eyes.

As she did, the falling sensation started to take a hold of her. When a voice sounded inside her head she should have been shocked, but whatever Kelasa was doing was dulling the redhead’s sense of what was right and wrong. Her moral compass was replaced by the voice in her head. Distantly she was aware that it was Yolana who was speaking to her this way, but that made the voice no easier to ignore.

When Kelasa added her own voice to the mix, is became too much. “I…” she trailed off, a part of her wanting to say ‘I will not do it’. However, even as she opened her mouth to do so, her knees disobeyed and bent beneath her, dropping down in front of the first woman.

Her eyes was difficult to believe was she watched the woman grow a member right before her eyes, the hard pillar of flesh pointing right towards her face. Her own thoughts shouted “No no no!” inside her head, but her muscles no longer seemed to be obeying her own will.

With what seemed like horrifying slowness, the redhead opened her mouth again and started to lean forwards. She had no choice but to watched the dripping pre-cum as she came closer, wanting to pull away but disgusted to find her tongue extending of its own accord.

Unable to cease, now screaming at herself to stop inside her own head, the moment finally came where her tongue touched the large extended cock, the pre-cum’s salty and bitter taste making the redhead gag as she licked the tip.

 

[Kaybee]

Kelasa grinned at the contradiction of words and actions when the adventuress sunk to her knees in the same breath as she refused to ever do so. "She seems a little confused sister..." She grinned down at the adventuress who was clearly losing a struggle against the compulsion to explore the shapeshifter shaft that now jutted from just above her womanhood, rock hard and dripping with musky pre-cum.

"Mmm... She's off to a good start though..." Yolana ran one hand through Letha's hair, gently placing her palm against the back of the adventuress' head and pushing her forwards a little as she gagged so that her lips touched against the head of her sister's shaft in a perverse kiss.

"A start..." Kelasa agreed. "But she needs to do a little more than just kiss my tip... If a kiss is all you can manage, then I expect your lips to meet the base of it pet." The sorceress leaned forwards, pushing her shaft a little deeper into Letha's mouth, working slowly further and further into that warm cavern. "Put your tongue to use a little pet? There's a good girl..."

 

[Kasey Jay]

This was impossible! Letha was metally screaming at her body to obey her, but her tongue lapped several more times at the sticky pre-cum before a hand on the back of her head pushed her forwards. At her lips rubbed against the slippery, slimy tip of the cock in front of her the redhead wanted nothing more than to pull away and spit what had worked its way into her mouth out.

What happened next… well, the only way that the adventurer could think to describe it was like letting go of a stone and expecting to see it fall to the ground, only to watch it float away. That was how little sense it made. Accompanied by the teasing of the two identical women, her mouth opened wider to allow the member before her to slide within.

Somehow finding a reserve of strength inside herself, the adventurer pushed against the witch’s will with all her might… only to find that her mouth still slid down deeper onto the thick cock. The one small solace that she did have, was that instead of going as far as she could as the woman had demanded, her mouth stopped halfway. It seemed a small thing, but given the horror of the situation, even a small victory was still a victory.

Letha was adamant about one thing, she would not be anybody’s pet. Unfortunately, her tongue had not yet started to heed her resistance, and it began to stroke over the base of the hard member of its own accord.