Legends of Belariath

Kytara Sung

Tower of Sorrow

Gliriel raised her head wearily when she heard her tormentor enter the room next to the one she was held in. The faint sounds of movement brought a curious mixture of dread and excitement to the young chirot-darkelf hybrid. Already she could feel her breath come faster and the trickle of fluid begin seeping from between her legs even as she struggled futilely against the bonds that held her. The thick vines that were her chains tightened in response, causing the bat-winged girl to groan in frustration and arousal.

The dark-skinned Gliriel shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind, her long sweat soaked red hair whipping from side to side to score against the flesh of her arms held up above her. The sensation of the strands contact with Gliriel’s hypersensitive flesh made her jerk and hiss out, making the vines wrapped around her naked body constrict even more. The living bonds that held her against the pillar she was mounted on didn’t tighten to the point of extreme pain, rather they rhythmically squeezed her in a very erotic manner, made worse by the spell her captor had put on her.

That spell made the young woman’s body respond to sensory input, especially her sense of touch, in very sexual manner. Thus her current bondage, with the way the vines looped around her breasts and thighs, was made doubly effective as it not only held her, but also kept her mind too occupied to even think of escaping. There was also the fact that part of what kept secured against the pillar was a thick root that was thrust deep into her anus. Together, the combination of sensations kept Gliriel on the edge of sexual frustration, keeping her in a very aroused state, with her only release during the times her captor used her.

How long has it been since I was captured? She asked herself. Days, weeks, Gliriel didn’t know, her memory was too fuzzy of the exact circumstances. The dark-skinned woman was not hungry or thirsty in the standard sense. Because she was a golem, a created creature, designed to specifically to live off sexual energies, Gliriel didn’t need to consume food or drink to survive. She could even gain some nourishment from her own sexual tension generated by the vines and the root, which was the reason why the half drow-chirot was able to survive this long.

The sound of the door opening caught Gliriel’s attention as the dark silk clad form of her captor entered the cell, carrying a small plate full of amber fruits. The sight of that plate made the red-haired girl whimper in desire and fear as she watched the plate being set down on a stand next to her. There were more fruit this time, which meant more sexual release for her demanding lusts. However, each session with her captor had left her progressively weaker and hungrier, even though she was “fed” between the sessions, it wasn’t nearly enough, which made Gliriel dread what her true fate might be.

“You are strong,” her subjugator said as she picked up one of the fruits and pressed it against Gliriel’s lips, before running it down the front of her body to her weeping sex. The young drow-chirot groaned in response, trying to thrust her hips forward, which only succeeded in making the vines squeeze her and the object in her backside wiggle a bit. Her efforts caused her tormenter to laugh, even as she parted Gliriel’s silken folds to place the fruit inside them.

“Strong yes, but not strong enough, you will not last long,” Gliriels’s captor said as she bent down until the red-haired golem could feel the woman’s hot breath between her legs. “I will need to search for another again, but first your strength shall serve me.”

The bat winged girl gasped as she felt a wet tongue begin to run up down the folds of her sex. Already primed by hours of denial, her vagina was on fire and dripping wet with sexual arousal, her body shaking with wanton hunger and ecstasy. Gliriel’s body shivered with each of the tongues strokes and her clit felt like it would explode each time it was touched. She felt a wave rising within and there was nothing she could to stop it. Each caress and jerk of her hips was lifting her upward to a peak where she could not escape.

Then the tongue suddenly thrust itself deep within her, rolling itself around the fruit, as the wave grew stronger. Two fingers slipped against her outer labia even as another one began toying with her clit, causing Gliriel to squeal with delight. This sound suddenly turned into a choked in gasp as a rush hit her like a strike of lightning. Gliriel’s sweat covered body convulsed in sweet agony and sparks flashed in her eyes as the orgasm slammed through her. Her pussy clamped hard around captor's probing tongue and she could only whimper as the passion ran its course.

The sensations didn’t stop though. They proceeded to get worse as her subjugator spread her lips far apart so she could begin nibbling at the fruit that was marinating in Gliriel’s juices. The red haired half drow/chirot could feel a second orgasm coming on strong now, building up into a tsunami that dwarfed the first one. Her juices pooled between her legs as she heard herself beg for release, not caring about her pride or the terrible weakness that followed.

Her captor obliged and soon Gliriel forgot everything as the wave crested and crashed down over her, making her shake and sob, the vines added to her pleasure as they clutched her rhythmically, even as she thrust her hips back against the root up her backside. The mind-shattering climax continued until her captor was done consuming the fruit, casually licking away the remainder of the juices from Gliriel’s quivering sex.

And that was only the start; there were still eight more on the plate…

* * * * *

Kytara, Thalea, and Kyrspeth stood in the Bounty Hunter’s Guild main hallway, having been called there by Elthorion, the guild’s leader and their mutual lover. Kytara called him her favorite TDD, though whether she meant Tall, Dark, and Deadly or That Damn Drow was still a subject of debate. Right now she thinking about the second option as the three women stood in front of a line of five shroud covered bodies. While the half elf summoner didn’t mind assisting Elthorion in whatever his latest endeavor was, Kytara didn’t like that he had called all three of them to the guildhall. That meant she would have to work with Thalea, a prospect that made her seethe with a curious combination of anger, frustration, and anticipation.

Dressed in her usual red mage cloak with its hood pulled up, Kytara’s face was masked in shadows, hiding her evaluating glance to her rival and “mistress”. The tall dark elf warrior was leaning casually against a wall, her arms crossed under her generous cleavage. Her sleek muscular body was encased in tight, but flexible black studded leather armor, its color matching the midnight ebony of her skin. Armed with a longsword and whip, Thalea was a competent and cunning fighter, a fact that had been constantly tested by Kytara, though her defeat on the arena sands had proven that Thalea was stronger…for now.

Because of that defeat, Kytara was supposed to treat Thalea with “respect” in public and “subservience” in private. The problem was that the women had two different definitions of those two words, and because of it the friction between the two had made them nearly come to blows. Only Kyrspeth kept them from actually plotting to kill the other, and the mutual lust that neither could deny. Eventually, one of them would become the slave of the other, but for now it would have to wait until this current business was done.

Once I have the power though, I will make her beg! Kytara thought a little evilly as she looked forward to getting this business done and back to her research at Unigo.

Kytara turned her focus back to Elthorion who was telling them that the corpses been dragged out of a nearby lake that morning. The dark elf mage-knight was the other person that kept Thalea and herself from outright killing each other, though Kytara suspected the man was secretly amused by and encouraged their “competition”. Elthorion admired strength and skill in his lovers, even in his slave Kyrspeth. His power meant that no matter who emerged on top, either Kytara or Thalea, the winner would still serve him.

The chestnut tressed half elf shivered a bit as she watched his muscular body lean down to pull away one of the coverings revealing a desiccated corpse, strangely dried up even though it had just been taken out of the water. Despite the body’s gruesome condition, Kytara breathed a little easier. It was too easy for her mind to get distracted by her lovers’ physical attributes, stimulating her cursed body into a deeper state of arousal, and the most severe of circumstances, like five dead bodies, could snap her out the downward spiral.

“Damn…What the hell happened to them all?” Kytara asked as she kneeled down next to what was once a beautiful young woman. As the cloaked summoner examined the body, she tapped a slender finger to her soft lips thoughtfully. Then she looked up at her “twin sister” with a raised eyebrow. “What do you think Ky?”

Kyrspeth muttered to herself as she gracefully knelt down as well. As a cleric of Elghinalee, the dark elf goddess of death and vengeance, the blond-haired high elf was no stranger to injury or death. Carefully, with only a slight wrinkle of distaste, the young woman ran her hands down the sided of the corpse while Kytara watched with admiration and more than a little passion.

Kyrspeth was to Kytara either the most sexyor most scary woman that she ever had the pleasure of meeting, much less sleep with. With her green eyes, tanned skin, and similar sensuous body, the two had often joked they were mirror images of the other. Having the same amount of piercings in their nipples, belly button, and sex only added to their similarity.

As did our taste in sexual companions, Kytara thought ruefully as she glanced at Thalea and Elthorion again while Kyrspeth stopped her examinations and nodded grimly.

“Well?” Elthorion demanded as leaned up against a nearby pillar, he and Thalea watching as Kytara and Kyrspeth looked at each other again and shrugging.

“No unusual marks except that half of them look like they were bound tightly,” Kyrspeth said as she pointed out details that he had noticed. “Some have bruising on their limbs and torsos, also many have deep punctures in the wrists, but no discoloration or smell of poison. It’s hard to tell from these husks, but judging from their bone structure and the flesh that’s left, they were all healthy young women, this one only maybe one or two days dead. Also their faces looked contorted as if they had died from extreme agony or…”

“Pleasure,” Kytara said as she finished her friend’s statement. “Like they died from it as their life force was sucked out of them. Sir Elthorion, I have read something like this in my studies at Unigo. I remember reading about something called a succubus, a type of demoness that uses sex magic to steal the life and souls from her victims…”

At those words Kytara gave Kyrspeth a subtle look, which her friend replied with an equally subtle nod of worry. They both knew of someone who…might…fit the description of a succubus. Their friend Gliriel was a golem built by a perverted wizard as his own little sex toy based on his own encounters with the seducers of the infernal realms. As far as they knew, Glee, as they called her, did not kill her bed partners…but they really didn’t know her that well?

“If it is a demoness,” Thalea said as brushed aside a snow-white tress of her shoulder length hair. “Then she can be captured, bound, and sent back. I know someone who can provide us charms to help track her down and contain her. It shouldn’t be a problem for me and perhaps one of these two would make good bait.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” Elthorion said with a grudging nod and evil grin as Kytara and Kyrspeth gave each other dubious looks. He unrolled a map that was marked where all of the recent disappearances had taken place. “Now how do you propose to catch the killer?”

* * * * *

“Damn it all! I can’t believe that bitch ordered you to do this!” Kytara muttered darkly to Kyrspeth as they kissed each other for luck. They were standing next to the old road where all the disappearances had taken place. The plan was simple enough, Kyrspeth would walk up and down the road and Kytara and Thalea would pace her, concealed in the nearby vegetation. When the succubus showed up, the demon charms that Thalea had procured from her “source” should alert them all to its presence. Then with the demoness distracted by Kyrspeth, Thalea would leap out and kill it or capture it with a spirit trap while Kytara would act as backup armed with her elementals.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” she continued as they broke off the kiss. The plan should work, but if anything went wrong then Kyrspeth would likely be the one paying the price. Kytara knew that if Thalea didn’t think the plan would work, she wouldn’t risk Elthorion’s slave like this. However, Kyrspeth and Kytara agreed that the killer needed to be stopped and the risk was an acceptable one.

“And that’s why I love you and her,” Kyrspeth replied with a grin as she slipped a hand into Kytara’s cloak to tug on the half elf’s nipple chain playfully, making her gasp and squirm. “I trust both of you with my life. I know this as the absolute truth.

“Which is why I am entrusting you with this,” the high elf said as she reached up to undo her collar, pressing the metal embossed leather into Kytara’s trembling hand. Neither of them liked this precaution, but none of the dead women had been slaves. Kytara had a few theories on this; the simplest being the killer did not want to be discovered too quickly. Most slave collars had a finding enchantment that made it easier for their owners to track them down. They also knew that Thalea would most likely disapprove of Kyrspeth removing her collar, so decided to keep this part to themselves.

“Take care then Ky, we will be nearby.” Kytara said as she kissed her one last time before turning to vanish into the nearby woods, tucking the collar into the folds of her cloak. Kyrspeth smiled fondly at her as her lover left. Kytara was really dense at times, but the cleric knew in her heart that the dusky skinned mage loved her dearly. Humming to herself, she began walking down the road, wondering if they were going to have to do this all night for several days in a row. That prospect was not too thrilling.

Meanwhile Kytara settled down near Thalea, the two of them giving each other a grudging nod. For now their personal battle would be set aside until the job was done, though Kytara hoped the Drow warrior cockiness wouldn’t interfere in keeping Kyrspeth alive. What she didn’t know that Thalea was thinking similar thoughts about Kytara, though a bit darker in nature. The drow warrior was eager to get this affair over, so that should get back to the job of crushing the summoner’s will and making her beg under her heel.

The prospect of that made Thalea almost shiver with anticipation. While Kyrspeth was in her mind the perfect slave, the high elf belonged to her only through the alliance of Elthorion, and while Thalea wished that to last, she could not be assured of that. Her goal was to take her place in the Underdark again, and Drow politics were a tricky business. If her alliance were for some reason broken, she would have to come up with some way of keeping Kyrspeth with her, even if it meant crossing blades with Elthorion.

Kytara though was no one’s slave, even though in Thalea’s opinion should have been collared and broken a long time ago. She herself couldn’t believe that Ellena had willingly let the luscious girl go from her service. The Drow warrior herself wouldn’t make a similar mistake. Once she collared Kytara she would mold the girl into her ideal vision of what a slave should be, another Kyrspeth. Certainly Kytara would be no replacement for the high elf, but she could become very close to becoming one once Thalea had her way.

Of course Kytara was thinking the same thing, only about Thalea…

About two hours later, the three women heard the sound of multiple hoof beats and the rattle of wheels coming down the road behind them. Crouching down into the brush Kytara and Thalea watched Kyrspeth turn around as a dark colored carriage drawn by four roan colored horses approached. Driving them was a cloaked figure with a broad hat, which cracked his whip over the stallions’ heads to drive them faster. Kyrspeth stepped to the side to allow the vehicle to pass, but the driver suddenly pulled on the horses’ reins and slowed the carriage down, until its doors stopped right across from her.

This close they could see that the coach was made of polished maroon colored wood intricately decorated with silver fittings and designs. There was no visible crest or marks of identification, though Kytara recognized the design as being very old, centuries at least, maybe even a millennia, though she couldn’t place it exactly. It also seemed to radiate magic, even though she didn’t dare summon one of her magic detecting spirits to confirm their suspicion.

Next to her Thalea was frowning at the demon charm on her wrist. Viconia had assured her that it would alert her to the presence of infernal creatures, but the fragile looking bracelet was doing nothing. Was this just a passing traveler asking for directions or some such? Yet her instincts were screaming that something was very wrong here and it wasn’t until she examined the coach thoroughly that Thalea knew what it was.

“No shadow,” the drow warrior whispered quietly. That was it! The coach and the horses were casting no shadows in the moonlight. In fact, the vehicle and the animals had an almost translucent quality to them, like they were ghosts?

“You’re right Lady Thalea,” Kytara whispered back, “And now I recognize its design. It is one that had been used in the Mectorian Kingdom over 1100 years ago and hasn’t been utilized since then. Yet this one appears to be in perfect condi…”

“Quiet girl and get ready!” Thalea commanded harshly loosening her sword, annoyed by Kytara’s knowledge of such obscure subjects. While it was good that her future slave possessed useful lore, Thalea didn’t want to hear such useless trivia unless she asked the slut specifically.

“Very well,” Kytara muttered, holding back her urge to stick “bitch” on the end of her reply. Someday, she would be the one that Thalea answered to, but for now she had to accept the results of their duel. Turning her attention back to Kyrspeth, the dusky skinned half elf prepared to summon her elemental guardians for the upcoming battle.

Meanwhile Kyrspeth was watching the coach warily as it stopped next to her. The young cleric gasped a little in astonishment as the curtain hiding the interior raised up to reveal the carriage’s sole occupant. The high elf’s eyes widened when she saw one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She was paled skinned, but perfect in complexion, matched with delicate, almost porcelain like features, long pale blond hair, and brilliant amber eyes that found Kyrspeth’s green ones in a cool, evaluating gaze.

“Good evening mistress,” Kyrspeth said as she curtsied respectfully.

“Now what is a pretty girl like you wandering alone on this road at this time of night?” the woman asked in a soft, musical like voice than sent shivers down the young cleric’s spine. The effect reminded her too much of Kytara’s dulcet tones and Kyrspeth wondered if this woman had been born, or perhaps created, to achieve such an uncanny sex appeal. Yet, unlike her favorite sex toy, this lady held a peculiar attraction that bordered on awe that was almost...godlike. Was she the one they sought? Yet, the demon charm on her wrist remained dormant as well.

“I am collecting moon petals mistress,” Kyrspeth answered, naming a rare flower that bloomed only on nights of the full moon, valued for its magical properties. “I am done now and heading home.”

“How industrious of you, and foolish. Don’t you know about the disappearances going on around here lately? I cannot in good conscience allow you to go home unescorted. Please ride with me.”

“I should not impose,” Kyrspeth replied with another curtsy. “Your kindness warms my heart mistress, but I would rather travel on my own.”

“My dear I insist,” the incredibly beautiful woman said in a strange voice as her amber eyes bored into Kyrspeth’s. A strange feeling of weakness overcame her even as the thoughts she was thinking were suddenly scattered. Seeing the pale skinned woman beckon at her, Kyrspeth walked towards the coach, the part of the young cleric that was aware screaming at her to wake up.

“That’s it, let us share each other’s company for a while,” the mysterious woman said as she beckoned Kyrspeth into the carriage.

Kyrspeth was vaguely aware of an angry battle cry near her, followed by what sounded like a long chant in an arcane language. A part of her mind recognized the first voice as belonging to Thalea, the other Kytara’s summoning ritual that she employed to conjure Firehawk; the half elf’s flame elemental. Then she heard a sharp crack followed by a bellow of pain and a thump, and then there was a scream of outrage that was suddenly choked off. The rest of her ignored this and got into the carriage, sitting opposite of the mysterious woman.

As soon as Kyrspeth sat down, the vehicle jerked slightly as the driver turned the horses around and guided the carriage back down the road in the opposite direction of its original course. Soon she could see the land was whipping by through the crack of the window next to her. The young cleric tried to focus her will into defeating the subtle enchantment placed on her.

“Let me go,” the young cleric said, barely able to speak clearly.

“So part of you remains defiant,” the pale skinned woman said as she idly waved an ornate fan in front of her. “You have a strong will and a vibrant life force, perhaps you might be enough.”

“Who are you then?”

“My name is Linandi. That is all you need to know for now. For the time being let us indulge ourselves. Take off your clothes and touch yourself, slowly.”

Kyrspeth wanted to tell Linandi something very unladylike, but instead she found her mind clouding over again, and warmth spreading through her body. Then, much to the blond haired woman’s surprise, her left hand reached up on its own and slipped into her halter. Despite Kyrspeth’s internal protests, the young cleric shuddered in pleasure as her hand caressed her left breast. As her breath and heart began to quicken, Kyrspeth’s other hand reached for the ties holding the halter closed and began to slowly pull it away from her torso.

The young cleric knew what was happening, having felt a similar effect from the elven seductresses Ellena, Enirya, and Ehlanna, but this had been the first time Kyrspeth had actually not wanted to comply. She had no desire to end up a corpse afterwards. Yet she couldn’t do anything to stop as pulled away the dress’s straps from her shoulders, revealing her generous bosom to Linandi’s lustful gaze. Now with both hands, the blond haired woman began stroking and kneading those fleshy orbs, enjoying the rich feelings she was giving herself.

With her thumbs and forefingers, Kyrspeth gently pinched and rolled her hard nipples, then played with the rings that pierced the erect nubs. When she did so, the girl groaned and slumped back into the padding of the seat, the torrent of sensation too much for her to keep upright. It felt like every nerve ending in her body had been heightened to the point of extreme acuteness, each caress and tug making her gasp with rising passion.

At this point, Kyrspeth could see that her captor was getting aroused as well. Through narrowed eyes, she watched Linandi’s hands begin to caress her own lush body, her erect nipples almost poking through the thin turquoise silk. Again this sight disturbed her not liking being unable to control her body in this life and death situation, even as part of her toyed with the thought of pouncing on the exquisite woman. But her fear of Linandi’s power, backed by an unknown desire to just watch, kept that urge in check. Still she felt the unwelcome hunger growing, becoming nearly insatiable after each touch and groan that echoed from the two of them.

This is terrible! Kyrspeth thought to herself, Is this what Kytara feels like all the time? Gods, no wonder she feels like she is cursed!

Desperately, the young cleric tried to think of something else and unbidden her thoughts turned to her lovers. However, thinking about Kytara, Thalea, and Elthorion only seemed to increase her ardor even more, moaning even as one of her hands drifted down, brushing across her flat stomach and down to the delta between her legs. There it slipped under the leather of her short skirt and began rubbing the fingertips up and down her pussy, stroking it through the thin leather that guarded it. She shuddered and groaned once again as her nether region seemed to shoot sparks up to her brain and back. Kyrspeth again tried to stop, but the controlling magic combined with the sensations was just too good. It was if a fire was raging inside her demanding to be quenched. In her mind, erotic images and fantasies flickered back and forth, pushing her lust even higher, even she continued to pit her will against the magic.

It was difficult though, Kyrspeth’s body seemed to be getting even more sensitive as the minutes went by, and the caress of the remaining clothes on her body was giving her some pleasant sensations. Which of course made that uninvited part of her to think of how nice it would if it were Linandi touching her instead of her own hands. Once more Kyrspeth found herself watching the beautiful sorceress, finding impossible to break away her gaze away from her captors. She could see that Linandi was stroking her sex under her own clothing as well and Kyrspeth had to fight back urge to beg her captor to disrobe as well, so that she could see Linandi’s naked glory.

By now Kyrspeth was lying back on her seat, her back nestled in one corner and her buttocks right on the edge of the cushion’s edge, with one up leg pulled up and over to the side. With her legs spread thus she caressed, stroked, and licked herself into a sexual frenzy. Her left arm was pushed up underneath her breasts, lifting them up so her tongue could dance over the rock hard nipples. The hand of that arm had cupped her right breast and was busy massaging and squeezing it. The blond-haired girl marveled at the sensations this caused. While she had masturbated before, it had never felt this good, her whole body seemed incredibly sensitive and begged to be touched. .

While Kyrspeth was occupied tonguing her breasts, her other hand had not been idle. Having slipped down in between her legs, it had pulled away the bottom portion of her dress and the leather g-string, exposing her sex and pert ass to her captor. Once the barrier of clothes had been removed, Kyrspeth’s fingers danced their way across her silken folds, picking up the moisture dripping from her lips and applying it to hypersensitive clit, playing its ring. The young cleric’s eyes rolled back from the spike of pleasure this caused and her breathing became ragged gasps. The sensation was almost too much, but her fingers never faltered, driven by Linandi’s magical compulsion.

It wasn’t long before her first climax rose up within Kyrspeth, lifting her up, higher and higher, before sending her crashing down into a vortex of sensuality and delight, and a deep shame for failing those she loved.

* * * * *

When Kyrspeth had been lured into the carriage, Kytara and Thalea had moved to attack. The drow woman charged with her shield held in front of her, the jagged edge of her longsword raised high as she screamed a battle cry praising Lloth. Meanwhile Kytara began conjuring her elementals, Firehawk, Waterdragon, and Stormmaiden preparing to blast whatever Thalea fought out of existence.

Unfortunately for them both, the battle was short and disastrous. As Thalea attacked, the coachman swung his arm around his head, lashing his whip down at the dark elf in a savage arc, its length stretching out over thirty feet. There was a sharp scream of pain as the whip cleaved through Thalea’s shield, nearly taking her arm off, driving across her chest and knocking her back. The drow tumbled as she was hurled back across the ground, the red-hot pain suddenly cutting off as she cracked her head on a rock.

“Thalea!” Kytara cried out as she watched her rival get struck down. Snarling savagely, she twisted her fingers and pointed, commanding her spirits to attack, a part of her confused by the sudden upwelling of emotion in her. As the fire, water, and air elementals streaked across the battlefield to engage her enemy, the summoner tried to maintain her focus as the burning anger boiled up from within. Kytara didn’t think it was something ridiculous as love, but she’d be damned if she would let anything happened to Thalea without her answering it.

Her attack though was just as feeble as the Drow’s charge as the coachman whirled the whip around himself and the coach, forming a blurred dome of spinning death. The elementals smashed themselves against it and screamed their inhuman cries as their material forms were torn to pieces. Kytara winced as this happened, though the spirits didn’t feel pain, their sudden dissipation was likely to have been very uncomfortable. The summoner was sympathetic to her allies feelings, but that didn’t make her hesitate as she twisted her fingers and began the summoning incantation anew.

Before Kytara could complete the ritual, the coachman stopped the whirling defense and lashed out again with his whip. Eyes wide, Kytara leapt back, trying to avoid the weapon. To her dismay it stretched even further than before and caught her easily around the neck and shoulder, cutting off the final line of her spell. With a sudden jerk the half elf was flying through the air, her red cloak flapping from the sudden wind speed. Cursing, Kytara flung her free arm out in front of her, bracing for what was likely to be a killing impact as the side of the coach rushed up.

Her world suddenly shifted as the coachman lifted his arm up and her trajectory changed, swerving up and landing almost gently into the cloaked man’s arms. Before she could protest or try to summon again, the man’s fingers covered Kytara’s mouth, feeling very hard as they pressed into her lips. Snarling, she bit down on them, but found that consistency of wood, and the acrid taste only confirmed this discovery.

Still struggling, the half elf summoner tried to drive her elbow back into the coachman’s side, only to realize to her dismay that his torso was just as resilient as his fingers. Damn, she was in the clutches of some sort of wood golem. Reaching into her cloak, Kytara tried to desperately think of anything she might have stored away in its extra-dimensional folds that might effect the creature. Lamp oil perhaps, if she didn’t fry herself in the process of setting it on fire.

This option was quickly taken away as a third hand grabbed a hold of Kytara’s free arm and pulled in out of the garment, before pinning it against her side. Desperately, the lithe summoner’s fingers tried to clutch something as they were yanked out, but only got a hold of Kyrspeth’s slave collar. Squirming, Kytara tried to slip free, her supple body twisting in the golem’s multi-limbed grasp, only to find her efforts further hampered as a fourth limb grasped one of her legs and pulled it up and over to the side, leaving Kytara in a very precarious position.

And that was when she felt even more hard hands pushing their way under her cloak, crudely caressing her thighs…

* * * * *

Thalea woke up groaning, a line of red-hot fire crossing her chest where the coachman had lashed her. Looking down, she could see where the whip had cut through her black leather armor and flesh, to score the bone beneath. Wincing from the agonizing pain, the young warrior fumbled at the pouch on her belt, pulling out an herbal tonic that Kyrspeth had made for her. Focusing through the red haze, Thalea was able to sit up and drink the bottle’s contents.

Almost immediately the dark elf felt the soothing warmth of Kyrspeth’s gift run through her, chasing away the pain, knitting back together her flesh and skin. She wasn’t completely healed, but good enough to allow her to move around. Inside Thalea was cursing at herself over not being able to prevent Kyrspeth or Kytara from being taken, though gods know what possessed the girl to walk into that carriage, though she could guess it was a compulsion magic of some sort.

As for Kytara, her future slave had better have put up a good fight or Thalea would make sure she expressed her displeasure to the slut in a most imaginative and cruel way.

That I can save for later, Thalea thought as she dismissed the pleasing, but distracting thoughts. She needed to follow them, get her two charges back. To the dark elf’s dismay however, the carriage and the horses had left no visible tracks for her to follow. She could vaguely remember hearing the carriage turn around, which at least gave her a direction, but she wouldn’t know if the vehicle had left the road. There were no other useful clues to use either. Thalea was sure though that the first part of their plan had been successful, they had managed to lure the killer out, the second part however…

“Mother Lloth give me strength!” Thalea prayed as she got to his feet to race down the road, knowing she had no time to waste.

* * * * *

“Excellent…you…are…responding…well,” Linandi gasped as she and Kyrspeth continued to further masturbate. Overcome with her own lust, the sorceress had spread her vagina wide open with one hand while fingering her clit. Meanwhile her other hand had taken her fan and was currently thrusting its handle deep within the exposed channel. “I…can…feel…the…waves…of …energy…coming…off…you, wild…with…hunger…and…desire”.

“Piss off!” Kyrspeth replied quietly with a growl even as she unconsciously spread her legs even further, creating a lewd display for the Sorceresses leering gaze. Oh damn, this feels too good! Kyrspeth could see her vision glazing over as she continued to watch Linandi stroke the fan in and out of her dripping sex. The young slave knew that getting off by watching the woman pleasure herself was only partly due of the spell cast on her, the rest her own natural passions, but she couldn’t deny the combination was having in her current state

Kyrspeth could feel another orgasm coming even as she watched Linandi suddenly stiffen and lean back; despite her best efforts to deny it, the blond-haired cleric could feel her lithe body begin to shudder as well. Kyrspeth could hear herself letting out frantic whimpers as she slid down onto the carriage floor. Rolling over onto her knees, the green-eyed girl had both hands buried between her legs, crying out as another wave crashed through her.

This seemed too much for Linandi and she moaned loudly as her second climax shook through her form, the fan between her legs blurring as she thrust it rapidly in and out. Then suddenly her whole body stiffened and violently spasmed, the pale skinned woman crying out in delight even as Kyrspeth echoed her with own sweet voice. Finally, the last of the mutual orgasms’ shockwaves had died down; Kyrspeth laid on the carriage floor breathing heavily, her mind a whirl a confusing whirl of thoughts and feelings.

The bewildered slave had no words to describe what had just happened, none of her previous experiences had come even close to it. The young cleric had never felt herself overcome by such intense feeling of lust, not even against the seductresses at the Inn. The whole occurrence was disturbing to say the least, especially if this was a mere foreshadowing of future events. She couldn’t deny how good it felt and she found herself actually relishing the idea of the Linandi controlling her so easily. Even now, Kyrspeth could feel her body’s magically induced longings rise up, matching her own need deep inside, both only partially satisfied by the intense masturbation session.

“Ah my dear,” Linandi said as she looked down on her captive wantonly as she licked her essence off of her fingers. “Don’t stop now, keep going, but don’t come right away. Put yourself right on the edge and keep yourself there. I want you primed and ready when we reach our destination.”

“Our…destination?” Kyrspeth repeated with a slight gasp even as her fingers began to move again on their own.

“Yes my home,” the pale skinned sorceress replied as she stretched out one bare foot to caress the back of Kyrspeth’s neck, causing the slave to groan deeply in response. “Let me tell you about it, its quite cozy and shielded with wards for privacy…”

Kyrspeth listened, even as she stirred up the desires within her, hoping that she would learn something about this evil woman that would allow her to break the spell and escape. Another part of her though, now remembered the sounds of the fight that had occurred with when she was taken. Kyrspeth was suddenly very worried about Kytara and Thalea’s welfare and hoped that her lover and mistress were alive, secretly hoping and dreading that they were coming after her.

* * * * *

“Damn it! Let me go!” Kytara snarled as she struggled against the iron like grip of the wood golem, or whatever the hell it was. It smelled pretty bad, like it was rotting, but that didn’t explain how tough it was. Thankfully her first impression that it was going to ravish her seemed unlikely. She was pressed up right up what would be the thing’s crotch and could feel nothing that seemed remotely like a penis. Still she was pinned by four of the golem’s eight arms, three of which were busy guiding the horses, which left one feeling around inside her cloak.

Kytara winced as the wood fingers grazed across her sensitive skin, prodding and scrapping here and there but apparently soon satisfied at whatever it was doing and with drawing, much to the mages relief. This was just about as non-sexual a situation as she could get, so at least the rings weren’t very active, maintaining only their faint hum to keep her nipples and clit hard and erect, a set of feelings that she had never gotten used to, but had learned to endure.

The coach she was on was starting to move at a rapid pace, the wind starting to whip by, catching the hood of her cloak and pulling it back. Kytara’s long chestnut hair was starting to pull out of her cloak by the force of the wind, its temperature harsh against her cheeks, but the rest of her stayed warm thanks to her garment’s enchantment. It was however, plastering it against her lush body, its silk lining molding and caressing her curves, making her groan a little from the pleasant sensations. This was especially true with the way the wind seemed to want to press the fabric directly against her spread legs and sex.

As she squirmed again, this time from her unwanted arousal, Kytara could feel the rings start to respond increasing their stimulations, making her shudder. Gods, it was always the same! Despite her trying to accept her cursed body, it still left her so vulnerable for anyone or anything to take advantage of. Too many times Kytara had been pounced, felt up, her curse turning her into a begging slut, then fucked in both holes and left on the floor, ground, whatever with cum all over her and moaning. Not that she minded it too much. Kytara for the most part didn’t lie to herself about her desires, but damn it she hated being made so helpless!

It was no wonder why Thalea, like many others, had set her eye on making Kytara’s hers to play with, but with the dark elf it was different. Nearly all of the slave owners wanted willing slaves, who Kytara was certainly not, but to Thalea that didn’t seem to matter. Kytara was suspecting the Drow warrior was acting looking forward to the prospect of ‘breaking’ her. An experience that Kytara might…might…fantasize about, but would never…ever…make a reality.

Still Kytara hoped the bitch was all right…

* * * * *

Thalea had run for almost an hour before she stopped, panting from her exertions. Mentally, the young warrior chided herself for not pacing himself. She had no idea how far the carriage had gone. Considering its obvious magical nature it could end up halfway across the continent by now! She could feel the rage inside her howling in frustration and despair over the dishonor of losing her slaves, demanding her to keep running. Yet, the rational part of Thalea held back. There was something else nagging her, something important that she had over looked…something Kyrspeth had said…

The bodies that was it! One of the bodies was less than a few days old when it was discovered in the lake. That indicated that whoever dumped them there was relatively close, so she shouldn’t have to run too far. Pulling out her map of the area, Thalea laid it on the ground and lit a candle so she could see it clearly. The road she was on was here; running this way and the lake where the bodies were discovered was here. There was a river that fed the lake leading outward in a direction curving towards the road and bisected there by a bridge.

And there, only two miles away from that location were some old ruins, about two days travel down the road. It was a collection of a castle, watchtowers, and an abandoned town, but somewhere must be where she had to go.

That has to be it! Thalea thought to himself, as she tapped the marking on the map with her sharp fingernail. The closest habitation from there was another ten miles and didn’t even come close to the river. Whoever ran that carriage needed a large building to house the horses and to store it away; any of those ruins would be big enough, even a watchtower, if a magical carriage required such maintenance. Still, it was her best guess and as Thalea continued to examine the map, she could already see an alternate route the drow warrior could take that would shave off at least a half-day’s travel.

After rolling up the parchment and tucking it in her belt, Thalea set off again. She veered off the road and headed into the wilderness around it, trusting in her skill and Lloth’s blessing to guide her true. In her heart though Thalea knew that it would take her at least a day, if not two to get to the tower. The ebon skinned dark elf worried that she wouldn’t get there in time, that instead of saving Kyrspeth and Kytara’s lives, she would instead be avenging their death.

“You two sluts better stay alive!” Thalea growled to the silent night as she ran on.

* * * * *

Several hours had passed since Kyrspeth had stepped into the carriage. During this time the high elf had followed the pale skinned woman’s commands, unable to fight against the magical compulsion. Linandi seemed to delight in having Kyrspeth arrange herself in the most lewd positions possible, casually caressing her captive with her foot, while touching herself under her dress. Meanwhile, she had the young cleric use her fingers to bring her trembling body to the brink of orgasm and keeping it there.

While this torture went on, Linandi began to talk about herself. She had once been a member of and ancient order of mages and druids who taken part in the Gods war ages ago. One of their duties was to find and capture rogue demons that had broken their bindings from the Infernal regions. Such creatures delighted in spreading destruction and chaos, thus the order devised unique methods to contain these fiends.

Linandi was one such specialist. Her duty had been to bind and guard a powerful demonlord named Kelozog, which had been imprisoned in a soul stone that the order had crafted specifically to hold the demon for eternity and kept safe in the sorceress’s home. The prison though required a guardian to maintain its integrity. The demonlord’s exertions and time itself would eventually allow Kelozog to break free, so Linandi had to constantly monitor the prison’s status.

The Sorceress wasn’t supposed to do this forever. The order had promised to relieve her after a replacement had been found and trained. That time had long since past and Linandi hadn’t heard anything from her friends for centuries. Because of her duties in keeping Kelozog bound, she could not properly investigate as to why communication had been cut off. Even worse, Linandi had discovered that her powers had been fading over the millennia, as she grew older, making it more difficult for her to maintain the soul stone’s integrity.

Which led to Kyrspeth’s current predicament. Linandi said that in her efforts to extend her life span, and thus her power, she had experimented with various different magical paths, combining them with her mystic and druidic knowledge. The Sorceress had briefly toyed with necromancy, having even gone as far as to create an undead wood golem, her coachman, to assist her. However, she found this school distasteful and thus abandoned her research into it.

Linandi had then turned to demonology, a path that she was familiar with from her training to combat such infernal foes. After studying how succubae drained energy from their victims, she devised a similar method, thus obtaining her goal. Such macabre means was of course only temporary, a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. If the order hadn’t cut her off she wouldn’t have to use such methods.

By the time the carriage stopped and the coachman had hopped down to open the door, Kyrspeth realized a few things about her captor. First, Linandi was very vain over her appearance, often primping herself in a hand held mirror she held as spoke to Kyrspeth. Second, that the Sorceress was bitter from the long centuries of being alone, feeling abandoned and betrayed by those she had called her friends.

Kyrspeth’s third realization was that she was now sure that Linandi was quite insane…

These revelations were temporarily forgotten as Kyrspeth saw the limp form of Kytara leaning against the coachman’s obscured body, her hood pulled back, revealing her exotic features and half closed eyes. The half elf’s long chestnut hair was streaming out behind her like a banner caught in the night’s breeze, making Kyrspeth gasp a little at how beautiful and desirable her friend looked.

“And what’s this?” Linandi said beside her, as she too looked over at Kytara and gasped as well, but her was of surprise and something else. “Such…such…potential! I believe my dear that I have already found your replacement. Though that won’t change your fate any I’m afraid.”

“Wha?” was Kytara’s slightly incoherent comment, while Kyrspeth stayed silent, deciding it was best to remain so until matters changed, hopefully for the better.

Though they can’t get much worse, Kyrspeth thought to herself as their ‘hostess’ led them to her domicile. It was then she thought she heard something drop on the ground behind her, but magical compulsion kept her walking forward, towards their destination.

Linandi’s home was an old ruined tower, about fifty feet in height, with a small building stuck on the side just large enough to hold the carriage. Though its crumbling walls on the outside were not that impressive, the inside was quite different. Kytara and Kyrspeth found themselves staring in awe at the sheer opulence and decadence of the tower’s interior, as their captor led them upwards, eventually arriving at a closed door. Taking a key from her belt, Linandi unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing the room’s interior and its sole occupant.

“This is Gliriel,” Linandi said as she indicated the bound and mounted bat winged girl. “A very curious girl I caught four days ago, She is strong willed like yourself, but her nature makes her unsuitable for my true needs. Thus she serves only as vessel to replenish my life’s energies. I shall demonstrate.”

“What are you doing?” Kyrspeth asked as she watched Linandi take a fruit from a plate nearby and place it in Glee’s sex. The chirot-dark elf moaned in response and the young cleric could see a trickle of moisture form and run down the captive’s leg. She watched, curious and appalled by Glee’s obviously weakened condition, as the Sorceress bent down to begin eating out the fruit from the girl’s sex.

“She is slowly killing her for her lifeforce,” Kytara answered in a very even and controlled voice. Inside, the sight of Glee’s luscious bound body was making her churn with desire, the rings in her nipples and sex vibrating hard in response to her thoughts. Ruthlessly, the summoner tried to squash the unwanted feelings down, she needed to focus and think if they were going to survive this.

“Yes I suppose I am,” Linandi said casually as she looked up at them, “but if I had another source of power?”

“Even if we agreed to such a thing, you would just kills us all anyway!” Kyrspeth spat back.

“True, if I were to use the same inefficient method. You have vibrancy about you, a spark of life unfound in most. But the dusky skinned one, Kytara I believe your name is? You have even a greater power that lies dormant within you. There is a ritual I can perform that would allow me to absorb all of your life force. That would sustain me for years, perhaps decades. You would not only be saving these two lives but many others as well, including those I would find and discard as being unsuitable.”

“Very well,” Kytara reluctantly agreed, “but allow me the time to come up with an alternative method. I am a scholar and mage of some skill. And if that fails you promise on your true name that you will let these two go immediately, free, unharmed, whole in body and mind and do not threaten them in the future.”

“Kyt…” Kyrspeth whispered, a little shocked and scared by her friend’s offer.

“Remember the obligation I hold to you Ky,” Kytara replied back, her voice still cool. Not long ago Kyrspeth had killed herself during a disagreement with K2, which Kytara blamed herself for failing to protect the blond haired cleric. Kytara had told Kyrspeth after she had been resurrected that she herself would die before letting that happen again.

“But…” the young cleric protested, only to be cut off by a brisk gesture by Kytara, who mouthed, “wait and see.”

“Very well I agree to this,” the Sorceress replied as she got up, her tongue licking the mixed juices from her chin, “but I will only let them go after the ritual is completed, whether yours, or mine. You shall finish off this fruit then. Its quite good.”

“I have no need of it.”

“Do not be concerned you will not kill her. However, I will see it as a seal of your commitment to willingly perform the ritual with me.”

Kytara nodded reluctantly as she kneeled down on one leg before the steaming wet delta between Glee’s legs. Tentatively, she leaned forward, the musk coming off the bat winged girl’s sex making her mouth salivate involuntarily. Extending out her tongue, she gave the fruit nestled in the girl’s vagina a little lick, testing it, seeing how different it would be from the last time she ate Glee out. The fruit didn’t taste bad; in fact it was kind of sweet, though she couldn’t think of an exact comparison

Saliva, sweetened by the mysterious fruit, formed in Kytara’s mouth and she involuntary swallowed the liquid. Fire raced down her throat and settled in her stomach, like taking a draft of stiff liquor. There the glow in her belly expanded outward, faster as she swallowed some more. As it spread throughout her lithe form, the warmth and tingling grew as well. Ss it did the rings in her responded back, not gradually as she was used to, but hard and intense, making Kytara gasp as the sudden sensation, almost cumming on the spot.

Driven on, the dusky skinned summoner was actively sucking on the fruit, nibbling at it with her teeth her tongue continued to lick at it. Kytara inwardly winced at what a lewd sight she must be making of herself, kneeling before a bound woman and sucking at her spread sex. While she didn’t mind that Kyrspeth was watching, Kytara didn’t like it the way it reminded her that such little control of her cursed body. If Ky and Thalea had their way, the moment they believed that they could get away with it, Kytara would be collared and enslaved to the dark elf warrior.

In her mind’s eye Kytara could picture it and the half elf was struck by the combination of how shameful and desirable the situation. In fact, now that she thought about it she was getting even more aroused, despite her inner protests, a part of her wishing that it was Thalea and not the deadly sorceress whose lustful gaze was burning into her back. Kytara was breathing hard through her nose as the rings and her thoughts pushed her right to the edge and kept her there.

Almost without conscious thought one of Kytara’s hands began to caress her sides, the other spreading Glee’s lips wider. Liking what she was feeling, the chestnut haired woman slid her hand downward to her flat belly, brushing across the ring there, and rubbing at the top of her groin. As she did so, the gorgeous summoner continued to swallow the sweet liquor the fruit produced. By this time, Kytara didn’t care to notice the moans from the bound girl as she continued to eat the fruit. Instead, her only concern was how good this felt and how she could make it better.

With that in mind, Kytara’s hands moved up to her chest to cup one of her breasts. A muffled groan sounded deep within her throat as she gently squeezed the sensitive mound. The green-eyed mage’s nipples feel like they were buzzing as Kytara pinched and rolled one of them with her fingertips, tugging on its ring. Her breasts were not the only parts of her body that felt hot. In fact, Kytara’s whole body felt flushed and heated. But the real heat was coming between her legs as her damp pussy began begging for attention, so excited that she could feel drops of her essence splatter against the floor.

So Kytara sent her hand slithering down the front of her body until in reached the delta between her legs, groaning fiercely into Glee’s sex as her hand cupped her quivering pussy. A rush of feeling spiraled up from her legs to her head and back again as the she began playing with her sex. Kytara lifted her hips up and began grind around as she alternated between stroking her pussy and feeling up her tits. In the back of her mind she could feel the first orgasm poised to push her over as Kytara continued to pleasure herself while eating the remainder of the fruit.

The fingers at her steaming pussy spread the outer lips apart so she could reach the inner regions of her sex. Two digits plunged deep within her, making slurping sounds as Kytara pumped them in and out. Meanwhile she ground her palm against her clit, eliciting muffled gasps from the intensity of the sensation, even as she continued to lick and suckle at the bound captive’s nether lips in an ever increasing frenzy, causing the bat winged girl to buck her hips against Kytara’s mouth.

With a sudden cry the summoner’s form stiffened, her toes pointed out straight out as eyes rolled back. For a moment, a brief span of eternity, she was frozen in place as the pleasure coursing throughout her achieved its highest level, her curse and the power flowing from the fruit, pushing her to points she have never dreamed of. The power of Kytara’s orgasm made the glow in her intensify until in was almost blinding, a strange strength pouring into her as she felt Glee’s wet sex explode over her, both girls groaning from the shared intensity of their mutual climax.

“Gods!” Kytara cried out, breathing heavily as she pulled away from the captive girl’s dripping mound. Now she knew why Linandi did this, the pleasure she felt was incredible, but the rush with it, the feeling of power was even better. Even now she wanted more and could understand the danger of addiction this magic could cause.

“Now you see?” Linandi said as she looked down on Kytara with an amused smile. Beside her, Kyrspeth was staring at Kytara with a mixture of lust and fear. The young cleric had watched the whole scene with her own hands between her legs, having been forced to masturbate again under Linandi’s direction. Again the sorceress hadn’t allowed her to cum, a situation made even worse because of Kytara’s arousal. Whenever her friend got really hot, her natural fragrance got stronger filling the area with Jasmine and spices. While pleasant, it was laced with something that made those around her very lecherous, and it was only the spell that kept Kyrspeth from jumping her friend right then and there.

After having Kytara toss her cloak into a corner, Linandi guided both nude girls to the opposite sides of the pillar, pushing their supple bodies against it. Both Kytara and Kyrspeth gasped as they felt the vines wrap around their limbs and torso, pulling their hands above their heads and spreading out their legs, wrapping them around the pillar so that her feet touched Glee’s and each other’s limbs. More vines wrapped around their breasts and thighs and both cried out and moaned a little when they felt something worm its way up their backsides.

“There, that should keep you two comfortable while my spell keeps you warm and ready,“ the Sorceress said with a grin the girls moaned in protest, an unnatural glow growing within them both as they felt themselves magically brought to brink of climax and left there. Tears dripping from their eyes from the intensity of the feeling, Kytara and Kyrspeth watched the Sorceress leave her alone in the room with a now unconscious Glee, the pale skinned woman telling them that she would come back for Kytara to discuss the ritual later.

Much, much later…

The next two days were hell for Kyrspeth as she waited for Linandi to finish her preparations with Kytara. She found it impossible to sleep as the spell worked its way into her, pushing her a little bit farther with each passing of time, but still keeping her from cumming. Not even the horrendous punishments that the Drow high priestesses that trained her were as bad as this incredible need to climax that burning its way through her, making it feel like everyone of her nerve endings were on fire. What was worse was that Kyrspeth was loving it, if only it were her master or mistresses doing this to her, then she would have been deliriously happy.

But the sight of Kytara’s increasingly desperate eyes each time she was mounted on the pillar made Ky want to cry inside. Each time this happened she heard Kyt apologize to her for making her suffer unnecessarily, only that the additional delay was needed to make the ritual more potent, so that Kytara could complete her part of the bargain. Kyrspeth didn’t respond to this, they both knew that the Sorceress was not to be trusted and would likely never let Glee or Kyrspeth go, even if she didn’t kill them.

Yet Kyrspeth trusted Kyt with all of her heart and soul, just as she trusted her master Elthorion and mistress Thalea, she knew that the summoner was going to do everything possible to keep them both alive. She must have her reasons for going along with Linandi’s wishes. Kyrspeth just wished that she were wearing Elthorion’s collar, if the worst happened she wanted to die with it on.

Finally the Sorceress was ready, entering the room and commanding the vines holding them to let Kyrspeth and Kytara down. Smiling in lustful amusement and anticipation, Linandi led the trembling girls stumbling out of the room, their wet sexes continuously dripping now with burning desire. With a cruel grin, she commanded her two captives to start crawling up a set of stairs and into another part of the tower.

* * * * *

Thalea woke up from her cold camp, breakfast consisting of her munching on what little rations she had before lying back to sleep against a tree. A day of hard travel had passed and already she was bone tired. Thalea wouldn’t give up of course, but she wanted to be able in good enough condition to fight at the end of her journey. The problem was where to go from here? She was in the area of the ruins, but which one was it? There were too many possibilities to go through them all.

And that’s when she remembered Kyrspeth’s collar…

“But would that work?” Thalea said out loud as she fought furiously. The finding enchantment was tuned to the slave’s owner, allowing him or her to locate their slave’s whereabouts by just concentrating. She was not, technically, Kyrspeth’s owner, but she was the girl’s mistress and that by Lloth should be enough!

Settling herself, Thalea focused all of her mental concentration on that which was Kyrspeth. While she was not a mage like Kytara, Thalea, like all Drow children, had been trained in the basics of magic at an early age. She found herself slipping into the familiar meditative trance, becoming one with images and impressions that a certain slave girl had left in her.

It was…surprising…how much she…cared…for the life of another…no that wasn’t right…’cared’ was too soft of a word…’valued’…yes valued…Kyrspeth’s life. And Kytara? Yes, the little sorceress was there as well…the two of them together…almost twins…yes…begging…pleading for her to tell them…what she…Thalea…desired…the two of them…oiled…bound together…blindfolded…their supple bodies writhing against each other…trembling from her touch…or anticipation of her whip…yes…

THERE!

Startled from her little dream, Thalea grasped on the little fragment that glimmered far off in her mind, finding it, tasting it, knowing that this was what she sought. They were to the East, slightly to the South, not far but still a day’s distance away. Thalea needed to hurry and find out what happened, because though she detected the collar she didn’t detect the slave who should be wearing it…

* * * * *

When Kytara and Kyrspeth entered the topmost room of the tower, the two girls saw the soul stone for the first time, a green pulsating crystal shaped like a dark cone, set in a wrought iron stand in the corner of the room. In the room’s center an intricately designed symbol had been carefully drawn around a ten-foot wide circle. Kytara almost chuckled when she saw the thick blanket that had been laid out on the floor where the circle was. Linandi, as must as she despised the ancient druid, would make things comfortable for them at least.

There near the circle’s middle they were told to kneel with their knees spread and hands held behind their back. Kytara knew what was going to happen, having helped modify the ritual. She just hoped that her gamble would pay off. If it didn’t she doubted she could think of a better plan. Two days of constant, but unfulfilling pleasures by herself, Linandi, or the pillar, had turned her cursed body into a tensed spring, barely able to move without gasping, a gaping void in her which cried desperately for someone or something to fill. Kytara briefly closed her eyes and looked inward, calling upon her memories of all the ones she had loved and despised, had respecting and hated, holding them, treasuring them, so that she hold them near her heart when she left this world.

Kytara could hear Linandi moving in front of her, causing the part still under the Sorceress’ s control to open her eyes. Both she and Kyrspeth were mesmerized as their captor began to disrobe, the turquoise silk slipping easily away from smooth alabaster skin. First she unwrapped the sash from around her waist loosening the dress enough for Linandi to begin pull the material off her. At first one creamy shoulder was revealed and then a perfect breast capped by a rose colored nipple. Then the other shoulder was uncovered and soon the Sorceress was naked from the waist up.

She paused, stretching a little, and Kytara waited almost anxiously, the unwanted heat in her rising to a boiling point as Linandi finished undressing. With the sash gone, she simply let go of the rest of the fabric and let the dress pool at her feet. Noting her captives staring at her with lustful gazes, the Sorceress knelt in front of them, leaning into Kytara. The dusky skinned summoner groaned lustfully when she felt her captor’s pale sensuous body rub briefly against her own darker, lush form, before drawing back to run her hands across and up Kytara’s hairless skin, before stopping on her shoulders.

The summoner felt like crying as familiar raging desires, her cursed body shuddering in its desperation, even as the small fragment of her rationality screamed in protest. Breathing deeply, Kytara swallowed her doubts and didn’t fight it. She had to trust that her gamble was going to work, that her trust would not be betrayed. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel like she was crossing over a line she had never reached before, even as her body shuddered when one of Linandi’s hands moved from her shoulder and across her right breast. Gently the sorceress caressed her there, before her hand looped, circling underneath, to touch and stroke the sensitive underside.

I wish this did not have to happen, Kytara heard Linandi say as she moved her fingers to run them across one of girl’s jutting nipples, flicking the ring there. The beautiful summoner barely stifled a gasp from the sudden sensation that ran through her. It was so hard to try not to fight it, knowing that her death was near, while at the same time not wanting to just give into the pleasure of the Sorceress’s touch and her curse. “You are so beautiful I would rather keep you with me here to play with for the next thousand years.

“Instead, be comforted that your friend here shall make an acceptable substitute,” Linandi said as Kytara glanced over a Kyrspeth, meeting her friend’s desperate eyes, so filled with passion, fear, and trust. Gods, she hoped that one of her plans worked, Kytara wouldn’t be able to live with herself, even in the next life, cursing silently as she listened to the sorceress continue, “She and the fake succubus shall keep me company during my long vigil.”

Kytara’s scathing reply was cut off when Linandi dragged her other hand down and across her other breast to its nipple inciting a groan that rose up unbidden deep within her. The fire was burning so brightly in her that Kytara could feel fresh moisture trickle down her legs, pooling on the blanket. Keeping them spread was putting too much awareness of how wet and hot she felt down there, the exposure increasing her feelings of helplessness, making her whimper a bit.

“Shhhh, I know Kytara, Linandi said as she cupped chestnut haired woman’s chin and turned her head back towards the Sorceress. Looking deep into her captor’s amber eyes, Kytara realized that there was a deep regret underneath the lust and madness. She now knew that the sorceress’s soul was ravaged by guilt over what she had done and was about to do again. In a way it was tragic that such a former champion of good could fall so and Kytara felt a feeling of pity for the lonely pale skinned woman.

But that wouldn’t let her stop when the time came, if it came. If not, then Kytara had now one option open since Linandi stated she was breaking the agreement and that was enough for her to get ready to twist the mystical energies the ritual was building up…just…SO…and put them…THERE…though the likely result could kill them all…it should work…so Kytara hoped…if only she could think straight!

Afterwards the half elf waited, letting the woman have her way as she felt Linandi brush her lips against hers. The hand trailed back down her throat, across her collarbone, and back against her swelling bosom to join its companion at grasping both of the girl’s breasts, caressing and gently squeezing them. Her thumbs and forefingers found Kytara’s pouting nipples and began rolling them back and forth, playing with the rings, then tugging sharply on the chain that hung from them. Kytara’s gasps were halted as Linandi’s lips met hers own once more, kissing her fiercely. A tongue probed at her teeth and the mage reluctantly opened her mouth let it to dance with her own.

Linandi then moved her right hand away from it ministrations. Before the magically controlled Kytara could protest the loss of the sensation, the hand caught hers behind her backside and brought around and back to the heaving breast positioning it like the other had been before. The summoner needed no encouragement to keep going and began to caress and roll her nipple, inciting a brief gasp from her. But the Sorceress wasn’t done yet as she moved Kytara’s other hand down to the hot delta between her legs. There she used the girl’s fingers to spread open and stoke the dusky skinned mage’s nether lips and the rings that pierced them. Meanwhile Linandi’s own digits began pumping it out of the quivering orifice while her thumb pressed itself against Kytara’s clit, manipulating the ring there.

And then the barrier was lifted, after the two days of constant denial, the combination of pleasuring herself while being pleasured by her captor sent Kytara mentally flying over a precipice as a tremendous orgasm wracked through her. Shuddering again and again, she moaned into Linandi’s mouth as both of them continued playing with her quivering form, stretching the ecstasy farther, and farther. As they both continue to kiss, Linandi began chanting in an arcane language, the rich words, echoing down Kytara’s throat, stirring something deep within the mage, drawing it out, and taking it for her own.

* * * * *

Thalea examined the ruined tower wearily, her tired and hungry state making it difficult for her to think clearly. It was now two days since Kyrspeth and Kytara had been taken and Thalea, wracked by rage and worry, had pushed herself to her limits to get here as soon as she could. Now, that she was arrived, the drow was sure that the finding magic had led her true, Thalea could just make out what might be Kyrspeth’s collar lying in the grass.

That didn’t mean that this was the right place, but something in Thalea, perhaps her instincts, perhaps Lloth’s guidance, assured this was the correct destination. Now she just had to get in. Thalea was a warrior not a thief, though now she wished he had one nearby, perhaps another slave she might acquire in the future? No help for it now, she would just have to use what resources she had.

There were two doors, both sealed shut and overgrown with vines. One was set in the building stuck up against the tower, looking newer but still very old and overgrown; The other door, set at the tower’s base. It was solid looking as well, but older, maybe rotting from within. Thalea looked at the tower again before shaking his head and muttering darkly to herself. She might be able to scale the tower wall, but then she had a simpler, better idea.

Drawing out an axe from her pack, Thalea moved back into the forest, searching for what he needed. After a short while, the young warrior had finished her initial preparations, dragging the trunk of a small tree to edge of the clearing that surrounded the tower. After chopping off the limbs, she sharpened one of the ends to a blunt point, and tied some leather straps to the middle of the log to form a harness.

After she was satisfied with the work, Thalea picked up his improvised battering ram and moved in front of the door. After picking up Kyrspeth’s collar, the dark elf warrior tucked it into her belt, and settled the strap of the sling on her shoulder. Thalea then took a deep breath to settle herself and reached deep down within to find her inner rage, embracing it, calling on its power so that she could reclaim what was hers. A deep growl rumbled outward from within her, as a red haze settled over her vision, Thalea’s whole world focused on the door and what lay behind it.

The growl became a snarl of rage as Thalea charged forward, screaming Lloth’s name!

* * * * *

“What was that? Damnation! The ritual must not be interrupted!” Linandi muttered darkly after a distant thud occurred. Kytara herself was too far gone to notice much, caught up as she was in her continuous climax. Kyrspeth though, could hear the impact quite clearly and thought she heard someone familiar call her name.

“No matter, my coachman will take care of it,” the sorceress concluded, dismissing the matter. At least until the second thud echoed throughout the tower, followed immediately by a crashing noise. Kyrspeth started as she heard the voice call her name again, followed by more crashes and very dark and vile curses in a very distinctive and angry female voice.

“Thalea?” she said in a soft voice, causing Linandi to look at her sharply. The sounds of a fierce battle erupted downstairs and started to become steadily louder. As she listened, Kyrspeth could feel the erotic haze clouding her mind dissipating as her will began to rally itself to fight the compulsion that had been holding her in place. Thalea was here! Thalea her love and mistress was here!

“So someone managed to find you two,” the sorceress hissed in derision, as she returned her attention to completing the ritual, ignoring Kyrspeth’s hostile eyes as she placed her hands on Kytara’s shoulders, her friend’s eyes closed as her body trembled and shuddered from the continuing orgasm “I will take what lives in her. It must be done if I am to continue my watch.”

What lives? Kyrspeth thought as Thalea’s cries burned through her mind, the flames of her mistress’s voice burning through the chains that held her mind captive. Snarling, Kyrspeth jerked backward out of herself out of the circle, pushing herself away as she called Thalea’s name. She heard her triumphant cry in response along with the cracks of the coachman’s whip. That sound brought renewed clarity to her scattered thoughts and the knowledge of exactly what she needed to do.

“Elghinalee, goddess of death and vengeance, hear thy daughter’s plea!” Kyrspeth cried out in supplication as she placed one hand to her breast and held the other high over her head as she prayed for her deity’s intervention. A cascade of multicolored sparks gathered into her palm as the heavens answered, bathing the room with a glowing rainbow of dark colors. “Cast down thy wrath on the mockery of life that threatens my mistress! Send it back to the rotted earth from which it came!”

“What? What are you doing?” Linandi screamed in anger as Kyrspeth’s power burst outward. Nearby she could hear an inhuman wail and what sounded like a small explosion as her divine power raced through the tower, smashing into and burning any unlife that it touched. Before the young cleric could rejoice in her success, the enraged sorceress latched her hands around Kytara’s neck, squeezing tightly.

“No!” Kyrspeth cried as lunged forward, only to scream in agony when she hit the edge of the circle, the magical ward around it flaring into life, shocking her, and sending the young cleric flying back to crash against the wall.

“I am so close! I will take your life! I will take your life!” Linandi hissed, her eyes wild with madness as she squeezed Kytara’s neck with inhuman strength. Desperate, Kyrspeth struggled to get up; her body writhing in terrible pain from hitting the barrier, knowing that she had to do something as her other mistress’s throat was being crushed.

And then Kytara opened her eyes…

…and grinned.

“Too…late…bitch,” the green eyed summoner hissed as she reached up and seemed to grab something in middle of the air and jerk downward. There was an inhuman scream as Linandi was thrown back, her iron like grip torn from Kytara’s bruised neck. Kyrspeth stared wide eyed as something seemed to form between the two women, a tendril of energy that at first was flowing from Kytara into Linandi, but then reversing to flow rapidly into Kytara.

“Damn you! You sabotaged the ritual? How?” Linandi demanded as she got up, her eyes blood red now and her fingers growing into talons.

“Fool! Your power is mine!” Kytara answered back, her normally sweet voice now very different to Kyrspeth’s ears, dark and terrible. But before either of them could say anything more, there was a sudden crash as the door to the room burst open and Thalea, bloodied and battered, but still fighting, came crashing in. The blackened form of the coachman, its undead wood body smoldering from Kyrspeth’s blast, followed her into the room. Turning in mid stride, the cloaked figure apparently sensed the source of its mistress’s distress and charged Kytara!

“FIREHAWK! Honor your blood oath to me and come forth!” the summoner incanted as the flaming elemental formed in the air over her shoulder. This time though, much to everyone else’s surprise, the normally hawk size spirit was huge, the size of a condor, and blazing with heat that burned brightly from within it. Gesturing sharply, Kytara commanded it to destroy the onrushing coachman. With a screaming battlecry that shattered the glassware in the room, Firehawk shot across the intervening space to impact into Linandi’s servant, the two exploding into a whirling melee of flailing wooden limbs and fiery talons.

Thalea and Kyrspeth quickly recovered from their surprise and turned her attention on Linandi, the sorceress in the process of casting a spell on the now distracted Kytara. Snarling, the drow warrior charged forward and leaped with her shield leading, smashing into the woman, and causing them both to tumble to the floor. Kyrspeth, having picked up a dagger from a nearby table, slid in to stab deep their opponent’s side. Howling in rage, the sorceress swept a clawed hand back, scoring across Kyrspeth’s arm, making her almost drop the knife. Undaunted, Kyrspeth pressed her attack, even as Thalea got up to bring her sword into play.

Behind them though, a much more important battle was being fought.

Power! So much Power! Kytara thought almost manically as she continued to suck Linandi’s magic into her. Oh to taste such might again, it had been too long since she had such under her control. Kytara’s spirits, linked as they were to her astral aura, rejoiced as well, they too growing stronger, urging her on to reclaim the mantle of master summoner that had once been hers, before her former powers had been stripped from her after she lost that duel nine months previous. Now though, now Kytara had the power to exact her revenge on the one that cursed her and take Thalea as her own, hell Kyrspeth as well! The sweetness of the moment tasting like Glee’s essence in her mouth…

Glee? She tasted Glee? But how? And there was another, her name was Jenni. And yet another…Lalonia….and Gweyn….and…

Oh Gods! All of them! All of the girls that Linandi had killed and fed upon! I can taste them! In me! Kytara tried to tell herself that it didn’t matter, they were dead, but it was as if their spirits were screaming at her in rage and pain. She knew that she could keep going, shove it all down, lock it all away deep inside, and keep the incredible power that was coursing through her. But…but…would she end up like Linandi? That…that…woman that Kytara had actually pitied?

“No I will not accept this!” Kytara shouted as she twisted the pattern again, reversing the flow, increasing it, wanting to shove all of the tainted magic back into Linandi. As she did so the thin stream became a twisting torrent, and both women screamed from the sudden shift. Linandi’s eyes grew bright, her body jerking back and stiffening just as she was about to tear Thalea’s arm off, Kyrspeth lying bleeding against the wall, trying to heal herself.

Growling, Thalea straightened back up, and seeing an opening she knew would she would never see again, swung her sword in a vicious arc with all of her strength behind it. The weapon hit true, the keen edge of the blade biting into the unmoving Sorceresses neck and cleaving through. Thalea grinned savagely as her foe’s head was sheered off, and then shouting in surprise as white power seemed to explode from the neck’s stump, hurling her back to skid painfully across the floor. Groaning, the drow warrior watched in amazement as the white energy disintegrated Linandi’s gyrating form, the power suddenly shooting back across to slam into Kytara.

The mystic energy impaled the half elf through the chest, causing her body to stiffen and her eyes to roll back into her head, spittle flying from her lips. Instead of screaming like she expected, Kytara groaned very loudly instead, as the power poured into her and then shot out of her back, streaming out of the room and disappearing into the night. As the last bit of Linandi’s magic left, the summoner suddenly collapsed into a boneless heap to the floor, panting heavily.

“Mistress!” Kyrspeth cried with concern and happiness, looking now much better after healing herself, as she scampered across to Thalea’s side to begin healing her as well. To her relief the drow warrior wasn’t too badly hurt. “I knew you would come for us, just as Kytara must have planned.”

“Kytara? What do you mean girl?” Thalea breathed fiercely hugged Elthorion’s slave to her, wishing again that Kyrspeth were truly hers. “It was your collar that led me here. I found it on the ground outside.”

“It was Mistress? But then it must have been Kyt who dropped it there for you to track, since I had given my collar to her. The tower is shielded and had I been wearing it, you wouldn’t have been able to find us. She must have also delayed the ritual as long as possible to allow you to get here in time.”

“Heh, clever of that girl,” Thalea said with a pleased smirk, noting to remind Elthorion of his slave’s crime of removing her collar, despite the circumstances. “Shouldn’t you see to her then? I don’t want my future slave to die for lack of medical attention.”

“Oh she is fine Mistress, that groan at the end? That’s what happens when Kyt cums really, really hard,” Kyrspeth said with a snicker, causing Thalea to chuckle with her, glad that they were all alive and already looking forward to the “celebration” that she was now planning. Perhaps they should try out another of those devices Kytara had made to use Kyrspeth…

…on Kytara of course.

It was then that they both heard a sharp cracking sound, causing both of them to look over at the soul stone, which had rested in its stand forgotten through the entire battle. Kyrspeth gasped out in horror, as she saw a white crack appear on its surface and rapidly spread down its length. As it did so, the room seemed to darken as an evil presence seemed to seep in sucking out the light in the chamber’s interior, except for the blue radiance coming from Thalea’s demon charm.

“Oh gods! The Soulstone!” Kyrspeth cried, as Thalea demanded what was going on. Quickly she explained, watching in dread as more cracks appeared. After she finished, Thalea nodded and picked up the unconscious Kytara, slinging the summoner’s light body over her shoulder. She then pulled out one of the demon traps Viconia had made them and tossed it at the base of the iron stand.

“Lets leave this place, grab what you can and go!” Thalea commanded, hoping that the device would at least delay the demonlord.

“Glee! We must not forget her!” Kyrspeth said out loud as she remembered the chirot-darkelf hybrid.

“Who?”

“No time Mistress! Just follow me!”

Thalea nodded as they raced down the stairs to the cell holding the captive. Thalea ripped her free from the vines while Kyrspeth cast a healing spell on the bat-winged woman. Afterwards, they ran down the stairs, Thalea huffing and puffing along as she carried two limp forms, Kyrspeth stuffing anything that caught her eye into Kytara’s cloak which she recovered from the chamber, and out into the moon lit field that surrounded the tower.

Behind them they could hear what sounded like a thousand glass vessels shattering followed immediately by a sinister laugh that then suddenly cut off in a vile curse. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, the two ran across the field, not stopping until a massive explosion buffeted them, make them trip and stumble. Turning around they could see the top part of the tower blown away and an immense red bat winged figure rising from it, stretching out its wings before taking off into the sky.

“Now that is not good,” Thalea said idly as they watched Kelozog fly away to the west.

“Aye Mistress, but nothing we can do about it,” the young cleric replied as she clutched Kytara’s cloak, rummaging through its folds as Thalea set her burdens down. The drow warrior nodded in acknowledgement to the slave as Kyrspeth handed her a water flask. Drinking deeply, she handed it back and looked over to the smoking ruins of the tower, shaking her head as Kyrspeth spoke again. “That demon would have been freed eventually Mistress, if not now then within years. Linandi did not have much time left, despite all of the lives she stole to keep hers.”

Thalea nodded as she looked down at the unconscious Kytara and Glee, chuckling evilly as her crimson eyes roamed lustfully over their lovely forms, noted with approval that the bat-winged girl was pierced like Kytara in her nipples and sex. Thalea also noticed that the two women were built very similar, with lithe bodies and lush curves, as if having been sculpted by the same artist. For a moment, the dark elf’s mouth watered at the possibilities of Kyrspeth, Glee, and Kytara beneath the heel of her boot, begging for the sweet caress of her hand or whip.

Smiling wickedly at these images, the drow warrior nudged dusky skinned summoner awake with the toe of her boot. The girl had answers to questions she wanted to ask, and she intended to get them. Though Thalea would take her time about it, especially when Kyrspeth, having apparently read her mind, pulled out some silk rope from mage’s cloak. Damnation, Elthorion’s pet cleric was the perfect slave; it would be a real challenge to train Kytara and this Glee up to such high standards.

But then again Thalea loved a challenge, though she was a bit surprised when the first thing Kytara did when she woke up was thank her and then kiss Thalea passionately on the lips, much to her confusion and Kyrspeth’s amusement.

* * * * *

ALTERNATE ENDING ONE

Released from his prison where he had been held for countless ages, the demonlord Kelozog stretched out his great red wings, gliding through the night air laughing harshly. At last after so long, he was free! Now he could take his vengeance on the meager remnants of the wizardly order that had imprisoned him. Afterwards, he would begin his plans anew; his corrupting influence would surely spread quickly throughout the world…

His musings were interrupted when he sensed another presence nearby. Snarling, he spun his thirty-foot tall form around in mid air to challenge whoever dared approach him. His words were cut off though, when another an immense black claw reached out of the dark to grip his torso and squeeze him with bone crushing force.

“I was fortunate that my servant was nearby to report your release before you could cause too much trouble,” a deep voice sounded behind the demonlord. “Had you gone unchecked, you might have been able to make yourself a nuisance when your puny plots conflicted with mine. However, your weakened state presents too much of an opportunity to remove you from the game board now.

“Goodbye Kelozog,” the voice said as the demonlord suddenly shrieked as the immense claw crushed his near invulnerable material form. With a casual flick, the huge hand tossed the remains into a nearby lake, as he began to speak to the servant that informed him of the demonlord’s escape.

“Very well,” the black shape replied as he received the report from his purple robed supplicant.

“I want you to watch this girl, investigate her fully, find out who she is, everything you that you discover report to me immediately.”

Bowing lowly, the cloaked figure watched the massive shape beat its wings and disappear into the night, before itself turning to vanish into the shadows…

THE END FOR NOW

ALTERNATE ENDING TWO:

“What? What do you mean we have to go after it?” Thalea demanded as she, Kytara, Glee, and Kyrspeth sat with Elthorion at his table in The Lonely Inn, his feet propped up on his table in, the bloodless head of Linandi in a sack between them. Kyrspeth, of course, was draped over him, feeding her master tidbits of meat and cheese while massaging his muscular shoulders.

“I believe what Sir Elthorion means is that since we released the demonlord, we should be responsible for killing or capturing it Lady Thalea,” Kytara said as she sipped her Firewine, relaxing as the spicy taste tingled her taste buds. The cloak mage was sitting by herself, across from Elthorion, trying her utmost to keep from staring lustfully at the others. As it was, Kytara was already aroused and had to keep reciting multiplication tables in her head so she could keep her focus.

“Quiet girl! I didn’t ask for your opinion!” Thalea snarled back gesturing with a finger, nearly spilling the her wineglass that Glee had just filled with bloodwine. The bat-winged girl had taken a real liking to the Drow warrior. Though she was only semi-conscious at the time, she did remember that it was Thalea that had rescued her and Gliriel wanted to pay her back somehow. “If you hadn’t sabotaged the ritual like you did, the backlash wouldn’t have weakened the wards guarding the soulstone!”

“That…was only my theory!” Kytara sputtered. She hadn’t mentioned that she had come very close to taking Linandi’s power for her own, without the dead woman’s disadvantage of a two thousand year old body. With that power Kytara could have easily brought Thalea under her control, so mentioning it would only be a sign of weakness she could not afford. “Which has yet to be proven, if ever…however if that backlash hadn’t occurred then Linandi would have torn you and Kyrspeth apart!”

“Bah! You never…”

“I don’t think so…”

“Enough!” Elthorion commanded harshly as he slammed his fist into the table causing both women to start and look at him with shocked eyes. Kyrspeth stifled a giggle as watched the surprised deer looks in both of her mistress’s, her eyes meeting Gliriel’s as they exchanged amused grins. It was obvious to all who was truly in charge of their little circle. Master Elthorion was on top, and she, Kyrspeth, was happily on the very bottom. There was a question of whether Kyt or Thalea would be just above her, but they would work it out, as they would this demon business. And Kyrspeth would be right their with them.

After all, they each trusted each other with lives now and Ky knew that Thalea and Kytara, despite their strife between each other, and Gliriel as well, would, perhaps with reluctances and protests, but WOULD travel with Kyrspeth, no matter where each of them needed to go.

Even into the fires of hell itself…

THE END FOR NOW

Author’s Notes:

A big thanks as always to Ehlanna whose proofreading skills are unmatched and also to Glee, Kyrspeth, Thalea, and Elthorion for allowing me to use their characters in this story and their valuable input that helped me portray them correctly. Thanks guys!

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