A Magic Slave

It was nearing dusk when Varnaius entered the city of Olan Tor Through
the King's Gate and though the street was crowded most saw fit to give
Varnaius a wide berth. It was not that he was a large man in fact at
only 5'10" he was of average height. On the other hand, the black
leather armor and cloak along with the large sword on his back gave
him an air of danger. The eagerness of the people on the street to
move out of his way could also have been due to the fact that Varnaius
wore a look of utter determination. So focused was the look on his
face that almost no one noticed the small figure trailing be hind him.

Standing barely 4' tall the figure behind Varnaius was completely
shrouded in a hooded cloak so that nothing could be made out of what
lay beneath. The only thing that stood out about the figure was a
leather thong that emerged from the cloak at neck level and ran to a
ring on the left side of Varnaius' belt.

Followed by his small shadow Varnaius ducked off of the main street
and began to traverse the alleys of Olan Tor. Even danger laden as the
alleys were, the cut throats and ruffians caught one glimpse of
Varnaius and his little charge and skulked off to find easier looking
prey.

After a few twists and turns the odd pair found themselves in front of
the Silver Shackle; a den of vice known though out the empire.

"Ah, home at last," Varnaius murmured as he entered.

The smoke filled lobby of the shackle was fill with the voices
spilling in from the adjoining tavern which lay just on the other side
of the front desk. Behind the desk with his feet propped up and
leaning back in a chair sat a tall man with a patch over his one eye.
Varnaius and the one eyed man went back many a year together, in fact
old man Bartus had thought Varnaius how to use a sword and had fought
in many a campaign together. So it was little surprise that Varnaius
had hired the retired soldier to run the Shackle for him when he
bought the place a few years back.

Moving a with the grace of a cat Varnaius inched toward the counter.

"I may be old and retired, boy but I'm not dead. Hell, your little pet
makes less noise than you ," Bartus grumbled.

Stopping dead in his track Varnaius could do nothing but throw back
his head and laugh.

"Old man you amaze me still."

"Not a hard task you little scofflaw. You?ve been gone quite a spell
anything happen worth my getting out of my chair to hear over a mug of
ale." Bartus opened his one eye and looked over at Varnaius.

"Nothing worth all of that trouble."

"Well, since you've got the look of a caged bull in heat the basement
is all ready"

"Thanks old man we'll talk later tonight," Varnaius called as he
headed down the hall to the stairs.

"Tonight," Bartus roared, "In the morning more like an old man needs
sleep."

With a chuckle Varnaius unlocked the door to the basement and led his
enshrouded charge down the stars to the basement. While the other
three floors of the Shackle were for the customers the basement was
his, only he and Bartus had keys and knew how to bypass the traps on
the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs Varnaius spoke a simple charm, "Portentis
Ra Ve," at which a small spheres placed all around the basement began
to emit a soft glow slightly brighter than torchlight.

The basement itself was a single large room with large bed in one
corner that took up a small space compared to the rooms other
contents. Scattered all about the basement was an assortment of
devices, horses, St. Andrews crosses, bar set a various heights and
ropes and chains dangling from several points on the walls and
ceiling. Hanging along one wall was a dizzying array of whips, paddles
and crops of all manner of description.

Unhooking the leather thong from his belt Varnaius moved over to a
table near the bed and removed his sword and armor. He then took off
his cloak and pack then returned to the bottom of the stairs. He
paused for a moment to study the now disrobed figure which knelt
before him.

At only 4' Tall Lik-Lik was a bit shorter than the average Feykin, but
what she lacked in height she more than made up for in other areas.
Her Breasts were firm and larger than average for a Feykin in in fact
that would have look just right on a human woman who stood a foot and
a half taller than Lik-Lik. Save for certain adornments the little
green haired Feykin was completely nude as she knelt before her master
with her green eyes fixed on the floor.

Those 'certain adornments' consisted of a silver collar, wrist and
ankle cuffs and her piercing all made of enchanted silver. Lik-Lik
proudly bore the rings that pierced each ear, her nipples, her inner
labia and the hood of her clitoris.

"Lik-Lik," Varnaius barked as her moved over to the wall of whips.

"What is thy bidding my Master," Lik-Lik, replied in a voice that
could only be compared to the tinkling of tiny silver bells.

"Kneel beside me."

"Will my Master punish his slave for interfering with his business
earlier, and for displaying jealousy where she had no right?" She
asked as she scurried over to kneel beside him.

"Of course."

"Thank you my Master."

With that Varnaius studied the wall of whips everyone of which was
made with Lik-Lik in mind. Feykin were known far and wide to be
resistant to normal injury and so like Lik-Lik's piercing the items on
the wall were enchanted. As a fey it required magic to make any sort
of lasting mark on her flesh.

. "Lik-Lik lean doubled over that bar," he pointed to a bar attached
to the floor nearby.

Lik-Lik leapt up and moved over to the bar which was slightly above
waist high to her. Once she was doubled over the bar her toes and
fingertips were a few inches above the floor. With practiced
efficiency Varnaius took chains and fastened them to the cuffs at
Lik-Lik's wrists and ankles, then taking the other ends he fastened
them to the floor so the her arms and legs were spread out. When he
was done she was in what was nearly a spread-eagle position except
that her well rounded ass was well above the rest of her. She looked
very much like a tent frame. Once she was secure Varnaius took two
small long pieces of twine and tied so that each ran taut from one
nipple ring to the opposite big toe. Varnaius the rose to survey his
work.

"Lik-Lik you look good enough to eat."

"If that is Masters wish a slave must obey," she whispered, her voice
rolling as if she were purring signaling her arousal.

"I would almost think you were excited by the prospect of being
punished," Varnaius grinned as he ran his between her legs and drew it
away glistening with her juices.

Lik-Lik laughed, "my Master is a savage beast."

Taking that as his queue Varnaius laid into Lik-Lik with the cat
bringing it down on her well presented ass with a fierce whistle.
Lik-Lik squealed and squirmed upon the bar and with the second blow,
which left a series of red welts along her bottom and thighs she made
the mistake of pointing her toes. Again she howled at the twine
attached to her toes gave her nipple a vicious jerk.

"Ahhrgh," she screamed, "the nipple ropes were inspired master thank
you."

"I wonder if you?ll thank me when I?ve warmed your ass a bit more,"
Varnaius growled as he brought the cat down on her back, ass and
thighs all of which quickly took on a deep red glow in stark contrast
to her fair white skin.

After a few minutes the eager Lik-Lik's tone began to change, "Ahhh,
Master Lik-Lik is sorry she is sorry she attacked that whore. Lik-Lik
is sorry please master no more. I beg you Master Lik-Lik will be a
good slave."

"You won't interrupt your Master again?" Varnaius brought the whip
down again with onto Lik-Lik's sizzling back.

"Ahhh?.. no M-master Lik-Lik will not interfere again. Lik-Lik only
did it because she loves her Master."

"Very well Lik-Lik I will stop whipping you but your punishment has
only begun."

Varnaius finished off with a few well place strokes to Lik-Lik's ass
the wrapped around to the dripping pussy. Leaving Lik-Lik to moan over
the bar Varnaius moved over too the wall of whips and retrieved a
twelve inch ivory rod that almost appeared as if it had been carved
from six separate two inch diameter balls that had been fused
together. Returning to Lik-Lik he rubbed the rod across her swollen
clit as she squirmed on the bar. Once the rod was well soaked in the
juices dripping from her slit and onto her lash marked thighs he place
it against her anus.

"Now for a little treat," Varnaius laughed as he shoved the thick rod
past Lik-Lik's sphincter .

"Thank you my Master," she breathed.

Slowly but firmly he pressed the rod home until the last ball was
swallowed the little Feykin's anus so that only a thin leather strap
fastened to the end protruded.

Untying the twine around Lik-Lik's toes and unhooking the chains from
her wrist Varnaius moved behind her and lifted Lik-Lik to her feet.
Almost before she had time to react he fastened her wrists to a rope
attached to a pulley in the ceiling. In seconds the sweat soaked and
whip marked Feykin was pulled off of her feet, which were still tied
to the floor. When she stopped Lik-Lik found herself suspended off the
floor with her legs spread wide by the chains fastened to the floor.
Once he had secured the pulley rope to a post Varnaius took the twine
dangling from Lik-Lik's nipple rings and tied them to a ratcheting
pulley a few feet in front of the helpless Feykin. With a quick spin
of the ratchet he the twine became as taut as guitar strings
stretching Lik-Lik's breasts and nipples out well away from her body .
Taking up two more pieces of twine Varnaius did the same to the rings
in her labia, only this time he used pulleys place to either side of
Lik-Lik so that her pussy lips were pulled wide open. To finish of his
slaves torment Varnaius added a long wooden staff, one end locked into
place in a hole in the floor while the other end fit deeply in to
Lik-Lik's spread honey hole. So deeply did the rod intruded into her
nether regions that she tried to strain to pull herself up with her
bound wrists only to find that this pulled harder on her ringed
nipples and cunt lips.

By the time Varnaius stepped back to admire his handy work Lik-Lik was
panting heavily and flexing almost constantly as if she couldn't
decide which she could endure more the rod or having her nipples and
labia pulled taut.

"I you keep moving like that Lik-Lik you might cum without permission
and then I?d have to drag this out," The Feykin's master couldn?t
contain his enjoyment of her predicament.

"My Master would be displeased?" Even in her extremely aroused state
Lik-Lik managed sarcasm.

"Perhaps my sweet little one. I have to go down and have a drink with
Bartus I trust You be fine here."

Instantly the Feykin's eyes snapped open , "Master that could take all
night am I to be unable to release all that time? Please Master let
Lik-Lik cum."

"No my pet I told you that you would be punished and you know I will
make it worse if you keep moving like that and cum even on accident."

"Yes my Master," She pouted cursing her collar. Not that Lik-Lik would
ever lie to her master but her enchanted collar made her situation
worse. Even if Varnaius wasn?t as adept as he was at reading the
physical signs, Lik-Lik's enchanted collar was made so that it emitted
a faint glow when ever she came, a glow which lasted until Varnaius
and only Varnaius touched it again.

"Well my pet I will see you in a few hours," Varnaius said kissing
Lik-Lik deeply all the while rubbing her engorged clit, expertly
bringing her to the edge of orgasm before turning to leave the room.

"Master..Master...please...Let Lik-Lik cum," the little Feykin cried
but her pleas were useless, Varnaius was already up the stairs .