Kerage and Tesarasa 6
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Now fully in Tesarasa's grasp, Kerage has to endure all the tortures and torments she has in mind for him and his body!
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The fall with the last click seems to take forever, as the chains that hold Kerage up suddenly give way, forcing him down upon his knees. What other horrors await him for removing his feet from the panel flash through his mind as a mountain of tortures he had perceived during his knightly days go through him. So many sadistic things that people have done to others in the name of king and country.
He falls to the ground, panting, sweating, leaking with desire. He finds that nothing happened at all, save for the shrill and coquettish cackling coming from his tormentor. Tesarasa grabs at her side. She doubles over and laughs with a joy he had not seen in her until just now.
"You, you really were… holding on, weren't you?" she speaks between gasps and giggles. "While I played with that cock of yours. How pathetic. Did you actually think I would kill you?" She steps up to him, looking down with her hands on her hips. That sadistic smirk is so evident even on this facsimile of herself.
"No…" he says, catching his breath and shaking his head. "That's not the kind of villain you are."
She pouts. "Aw poor boy," she coos, squatting down before him, cupping his cheeks in her pink hands, squeezing them together with gentle pushes. "You think you understand me. You're still treating me like a child, you know, which puts that throbbing cock of yours in a perilous position.
"You're… you're not a child," he says through puckered lips. "You're a brat."
She frowns at that, standing up, pressing a toe of her opened-toe boot upon his cock. "Pathetic man thinks he can be all high and mighty against me," she says, rubbing up and down along his length. "All the while, he wants to nut, probably inside me. Typical."
He winces.
"I mean, really?" she says, resting her chin upon the back of her hand while her toes stroke and hold his cock. "The guy fights to maintain his manly image all the while enjoying when his demure domme plays with his pee-pee. Oh, what would the boys think of you now, hm? Or better yet, the princess?"
Heat burns up within him, even as he's being teased by her. This is not the time nor the place to discover new fetishes, but one discovery does spring up to his mind. When he stepped off of the plate, the ropes that bound him went slack, so he raises up against her pressing foot, knocking the woman off-balance. Then he wraps his arms around her, choking the slimy girl, pressing her gooey body up against his chest.
She coughs and sputters and reaches for her throat, her eyes widening. All the while, Kerage leans in and mutters through gritted teeth. "Let me go, you witch!"
With a wave of her hand, a door erupts from the ground. She holds her hand out towards it, choking and pointing. "J… just go…" she sputters. "Go and… get out of here!"
He throws her to the side and stumbles forward, throwing the door open and stumbling through the portal.
Behind him, the gooey approximation of Tesarasa rubs her throat, smiles, and vanishes into a puddle of nothingness.
Kerage blunders through the doorway, his bare feet padding through the magically maintained tiles of Tesarasa's Tower. He covers himself with one hand, feeling his manhood shrink back down now that his source of arousal was far from him.
Cursing his body's desire, he looks around the empty halls, but there is no source of natural light. That's to be expected from a magically conjured location. But, all wizards' sanctums have an exit for mundane individuals—contingency plans for when magic inevitably backfires. That is what Kerage needs to find.
Instead, he hears the clopping of heeled footwear upon the floor and the humming of a cute little tune through pink lips.
"Oh, my little toy," begins Tesarasa as she clicks down the hall, "I didn't think you were that rough of a man with dainty ladies. Oh, what would the princess think if she knew you would rough her up in bed should you have ever married."
He turns to head down one way, but then he stops, taking a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his fists. He listens for those echoing footsteps, torn on what to do next—to either run or…
"You want to find me and pin me down and do all sorts of things to me." She speaks with such a casual certainty to it. "It's only natural for a real man to want to conquer such a threat to his manliness. After all, you have no more knightly trappings in here, you know."
She steps into view, her shining armor the first thing he sees, followed by her toothy grin and then her immodest body. "So, what are you going to do?"
He takes a deep breath and takes a step, but just as he does, the sounds of deep thuds echo throughout the chamber.
"Hello?" Comes a muffled voice from one of his companions. "Tesarasa! Is Kerage there?"
Kerage's heart swells with joy. He takes a deep breath, but a cloth appears from the wall, wrapping around his throat, and another follows, wrapping around his mouth, pulling him against it with a thud. More fabrics appear, pinning him against the wall by his wrists, waist, and ankles. With a flick of her wrist, Tesarasa has the small section of that hall spin around, disappearing from sight of the main hall.
But Kerage, while stuck, gagged, and blindfolded, can hear the sounds of the door opening. He notices her clicking heels, and then, finally, he listens. "I'm sorry, but Kerage isn't here."
"Well, if he ain't here, what are you doin' all cozy-like in your little abode?" The gruff voice of Gorashin breaks through the all, and Kerage relaxes, despite being tied up and pinned, blindfolded, and gagged. If anyone could rescue him, it could be his old adventuring partners.